Thursday, April 26, 2007

The Last Carriage.

I like the last carriage.

Because I can always find a seat. Because there's peace and quiet, and I don't have to second-hand listen to some idiot's crappy music or meaningless phone conversation.

Because I don't run into people I don't want to run into, and I can read my book, listen to my music (quietly), do word puzzles and Sudoku in my Mx, stare out the window, check out myself in the window when the train goes through a tunnel, day dream or take a nap, instead of yet another "How you been", "How's uni, what course are you doing again? I can never remember ROFLMAO", "I've been doing absolutely no work whatsoever, I'm soooo behind LOLLL" conversation.

I like the last carriage because there are no screaming babies, buskers, rowdy school kids, or loud ring tones.

Alas, I should've guessed, I should've kown, nay I should've expected, that a day was going to come when all that was ruined. 'twas today.

Farewell, my oasis, my sanctuary


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