I'm eating a creamy apple-turnover and drinking tea

fuck you sydney buses.

Human Nature is an odd sort of thing.The way people act, and why people do certain things.

What is it that makes people act the way they do it, and in certain cases, why the hell do they do it?!

Lets look at the trains as a case study.

Cityrail - post-school peak hour. City to wherever you’re off to - out of the city.

The train is full. There is barely enough room for people to cram into the standing areas let alone find a seat. But here arises the questioning of human nature. Why is it that people can be so god-damn selfish on trains?

People who sit at the edge of a three-seater seat, or leave a space in the middle.

Where on earth does the logical reason to do that come from?!

I mean sure, you may feel a little awkward sitting right beside a stranger when you could sit one seat away, but in peak hour traffic, everyone’s sitting next to a complete stranger. The weirdness is removed because you’re action is only allowing someone else to take a seat. Being polite - the common rules of cityrail etiquette.

I mean, is it really that hard to shuffle you’re butt over one measly little space?

And then there are the people who sit at the very edge, or in the middle, and don’t move over when the person next to them leaves. WHY on earth would you not shuffle over to the window seat if that spot has been made available - thus saving that weird and slightly unpleasant feeling for you in having someone awkwardly step over you (and the possibility of being knocked out by some overly-accessorised handbag) and awkwardness and annoyance for another innocent train-rider, who just wants to find a space to get off their feet.

Really, I don’t understand, why would you not move those three inches over. It’s really not that hard!

Yet I sit here on the train, staring at a surprisingly (to me) large number of vacant ‘middle’ spots and watching as the socially braver, take that awkward step to get to a tiny place of relief.

Who knows what people do on trains.

I mean, I’m sitting here facing a whole carriage full of people all going about their ‘training’ in their separate ways. This one lady opposite me I swear just shot me the darkest look when I pulled my laptop out. She’s even still staring me down through those dark, endless sunglasses.

Well, at least that’s the vibe I’m getting - who knows what she’s looking at to be honest, those glasses are as ambiguous as those taunting limousine windows. And again, why wear sunglasses inside a train? It really isn’t bright.

Human nature. It’s an odd thing.

Quite honestly, I sound like the biggest nerd.

I'm studying hard, and extreme brainwork burns calories, yeah?
So Im going to stick to my diet of chocolate biscuits and tea, and I'm going to enjoy those extra large, double choc iced-coffees with cream thank you very much
I don't care what anyone says about it being unhealthy - I don't give a fuck
I've earnt it.

Sitting here with notes, folders, books, cords and booklets spread out in every direction.

rain fall on a tin roof
inside i sit and scribble a haiku
on a napkin from our takeaway thai food


Monday afternoon - cloudy skies.
school work and rain.

Sometimes you need those days when you can hear the rain falling with a splat against the pavement outside and the grey clouds running down your window.
There's something about that feeling of being dry and sheltered by the indoors while the world continues to work around you. The rain will keep on falling, whether you're out there to get wet or not.
And in such cases, you're distanced from it, you can look out on it as you are not part of it, but there are those days when this disconnection is precisely what you want. There's something reflective about the cloudy skies of a monday afternoon.
Books are either piled or sprawled over the table-top surfaces, their sneaky-ness getting you with their passive-agressiveness. Silently they scream at you, and constant, dead-still reminder of what you should be doing.
Except some days, you accept this. Some days you don't even take it to heart, you brush it off and you do what they tell you - you tackle those sneaky devils.
These days breed inspiration, because all you can do is sit inside and watch the world go on - so you do what you can to make your world move, you make your mark and you get it done.

I don't know what everyone thinks of the rain. Does it inspire you or depress you, does it anger you or does it make you lazy.
It mocks you and laughs at you as it knows you're not tempted to interrupt it, to maybe try (and fail) to deny its existance and prevalence. It is what keeps you inside, and keeps you from going out and doing something, anything to make a connection to the outside world.
And so it forces you into a contemplative state, or perhaps a lethargic one. It gives you no choice.
And perhaps this is exactly what we need.

Don't we all need a bit of rain to push us into that which we'd rather avoid?
The reflection, the contemplation, the work or the study.

I say, a rainy can't hurt anyone once in a while.
A rainy day could do you the world of good.
(After all, when are you going to use that falling star?)