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This was typed on my phone on the way home after Jazz Ensemble today, during a massive fit of boredom. I’d like to thank Kelly again for her awesome driving and the lift to Epping station.

So right now I’m standing on platform 1 at Epping station. It’s 5:14, and the train isn’t going to come for another 10 minutes. The sky is darkening, and the shrill of the sqauking birds fills the air. The people walk past, giving strange stares at the strange boy that seems to be talking to himself. I think back to when I got out of Kelly’s car, along with Benny, Winnie, Justin and Annie and wonder what the smoke that came from the bonnet when we stopped really meant.

5 mins. I sigh and stare at the weeds growing beside the train track. A droplet falls on the screen, and I look up, dazzled and wondering where it’s from. It’s starting to drizzle ever so slightly.

I think about what I could be doing right now. Reading Hamlet. Finishing the truckloads of homework that Mrs. Chan has given out.

2 mins. The people come crowing forward as the computerised PA makes its announcement. 1 min. I don’t really know where I’m going with this, so I put my phone in my pocket before I get mugged.

I’m on the train, about an hour away from home. There’s a Ruse girl sitting on the seat in front of me, but I don’t really want to strike up a conversation. People read mX. Wow, what a trashy media publication. Insubstantial and puff stories. Lousy Rupert Murdoch and lousy News Corporation/News Limited. Heh, I remember a funny quote “Is your News Limited?” It sums it up so nicely. This applies for the Daily Telegraph too. Non-news tabloid rubbish. And I don’t understand why the headline on  mX is alway completely unrelated to the cover picture. Ah well, at least it’s decent for box puzzle (except they’ve gotten worse as time has gone on).

West Ryde. Whoo. I look to the right for Koorong, but being in the second carriage, there’s too much crap in the way. I begin to apologigze in advance for whoever will be bored enough to read this random post.

I look forward, and see the zombie-like nature of train trips. Apart from the two people lively speaking Mandarin next to me, everyone else us either stares blankly, sleeps, reads or listens to music.

Oh, hey, Rex from year 11 moves to this carriage moves forward. Hi Rex. Wow, there’s a random flash that fills the carriage. Someone taking luvos probably. I never understood luvos. I guess they’re good for keeping memories. Nobody takes luvos with me though

I think about my life as a drifter. I’ve never really had 1 group that I’ve associated with fully. I was the same in year 6. I used to move between the handball/wallball people and the cards people. I can’t remember how to play gin rummy anymore though. (I think it was like Uno kinda?)

Heh, Rex is on his way to Matrix. So many people go there, yet when you look at their alumini list, it seems quite insubstantial. (Sophie’s my tutor btw ) I went to Harry’s for a lesson in Year 10 (man that place sucked so hard – there was this tryhard guy at the front who tried to answer everything and would always get it wrong) and Guan for a few terms (even though he was hard to understand, I really do have to thank him for teaching me integration).

It’s 5:48, and I’m at Stra. Damn it, the train’s delayed because apparently their waiting on a signal change or something. There’s two slightly Scottish people sitting behind me talking. They’re funny. “Too many people message. Imagine if there was some guy that had a seizure while writing a message. ‘Cause of death: message’.”

The train moves, and half of the people reading this message have closed my blog and sworn never to visit here again. The sun has gone (no sunlight, no sunlight), and I remember that Inshalla is coming out today. Cool. Oh crap, it’s raining. Well, whatever will be will be. Inshalla. (that’s the meaning – God willing in Arabic)

I loved someone. I thought I loved someone. I’m not really sure I love someone. Do I love someone? Maybe, I don’t know. I’ve never understood love. (and I’ve never been in a relationship) I remember talking to someone about it a few months back, and I guess they were right when they say that at this stage people love for the sake of feeling loved. And that love at the moment doesn’t mean anything. (there’s always exceptions though, I guess) Then they go and find someone a month later. It always makes me wonder.

It’s 6ish, and the train draws to Redfern, where I get off. Phone away.

Platform 12, 1 min to the Cronulla train. Far out, the door to get out opened at like -1 kph. It felt like I was getting shot in the Matrix. The flow up the stairs stops. There’s a woman with a walking frame that has only 3 legs, and she’s fallen over. Someone helps her to her feet. The kindness of strangers. It’s what makes me proud to live in this country.

The train exits the tunnel. I expect a call from my parents asking why I’m running late any moment now. Yay for cotton wool life. I guess it’s better now I’m older, but the combination of living miles and miles away from everyone and concerned parents kinda sucks. I really do wish I could go out more – chill with people.

Heh, and there’s the call from mum. It’s 6:14, and the train’s coming to a stop at Sydenham.

My parents really hate me when I stay up late. It’s not that I wake them up or anything (my computer and work area is downstairs in the open area next to the dining room), but they’ll randomly wake up throughout the night and yell at me for not going to bed (this is 12:30 onwards). I hear of people staying  up till 2 every night, but you people never get randomly flamed right? (heh, and I remember Mawson blogging about his parents complaining that he’s not staying up late enough) I guess it’s bad to not be able to think at school, but most of the time there’s nothing to think about anyway (esp when Chan gets it wrong on the board multiple times)

It’’s getting close to home. I do my little 2 ring call on my mum to incidate I’ve passed Banksia (to come and pick me up from the station). I don’t think I’ll ever do anything like this again, so until next time, I bid the farewell. Thanks for reading this far. 6:25, Kogarah platform 4.