1st December 2014, Monday
Mesmering eyes, disgusting phlegm
I got to the train station early to catch an early train. It's the first day of the month and a Monday. Nice. I thought it was a good place to start something new.
I started listening to Anthony Robbins that I downloaded. He was talking about finances and the power of compounding. After that, he starting talking about relationships. Normally, I would pick a book or Google a video about inspirational or motivational talks that I like or would be relevant to me. I don’t think relationships and love would be relevant to me right now. I was almost going to stop listening. After a few minutes of listening into the relationships topic, I realised I stood next to a girl with very attractive eyes. I couldn’t open my mouth. I was just mesmerised by her eyes.
Okay, Mr Robbins, maybe I should listen to this topic right now. Go on.
My trip home on the train was a bit disgusting. I was reading the mX paper when someone coughed out his phlegm and spat on the floor in front of another passenger. I could not believe what I saw!
Absolutely disgusting! I thought I was just dreaming. But nah, it was real!
Someone just spat his phlegm on the train!
18th December 2015, Thursday
I have never taken a morning nap on a train before. I mean a proper nap − where you don't know what's happening around you. Today was the first time. I must have been really tired that I didn't have time to pick up my morning caffeine fix. Well, the nap sort of fixed me because I felt good after it. Although, it was only for about 16 minutes. It was worth skipping the coffee.
On the tram home I also had a nap. Tram takes a bit longer to get home than the train so it was hard not to nap. I don't know what's on me today. Full of napping. I'm not even pregnant.
Today was also full of locking eyes with people. Three girls to be exact.
First. When I caught a tram from Collingwood. When the tram door opened, I saw this pretty girl who I assumed was already looking at me while the tram was still moving. I could tell. I felt a little bit uncomfortable because she was still looking at me once I was inside the tram.
Someone call the cops! I don't want to get followed.
Second. On the tram home. This time the girl looked like she haven't had sleep for three days. She had big, red eyes. I tried not to look at her for too long. She might think that I like her. We only locked eyes for about a minute.
Third. There was this girl at the back of the tram who looked like a man. When she got up to get ready for the next stop, our eyes locked for about nine seconds. She definitely looked like a man but she was wearing a skirt so I assumed she was a woman. I was confused.
I think I better stop right here.
23rd January 2015, Friday
Give me money
Yippee, it’s Friday! Though, I was running late for my radio this morning. So once the train doors were open I ran and climbed two sets of escalator and in less than three minutes I was out of the train station. I saw the tram which was about to turn left had just stopped at the traffic lights just a couple of metres from the actual tram stop. I tried to get the driver's attention to get him to open the door for me but he ignored me. I was so desperate to go to the studio that I knocked on the tram door. The driver didn’t budge and continued to turn. I walked to the tram stop and waited for the next tram.
After radio, I rushed to catch my tram when this homeless guy asked me for some money. I didn't have any cash with me so I apologised to him. Sometimes I question the integrity of these people asking for money on the streets whether they're genuine or not. The reason I say this is because I was a victim of a scam. One night while I was walking on Swanston Street a guy stopped me and asked for money. He said he needed money for his bus fare so he could go back home to Sydney. He looked very sincere so I gave him some money. I was glad that I was able to help someone.
However, an interesting thing happened a few weeks after that night. I was walking towards Starbucks to do some work when a guy stopped me to ask for some money to buy for his bus fare to Sydney. To my surprise, it was the same guy a few weeks ago who asked me for money. He obviously didn't remember me but I remembered him. He used the same script. At that moment, I realised I was a victim of a scam.
He should have come up with a different script.