Monday, July 02, 2007


On the train during rush hour, there's no such thing as personal space.

Every morning, the term "out of the can and into the pan" comes to mind.
Its like I'm a teeny tiny sardine crammed into the train (can) and as soon as i get out its like.... ughh... I've gotta work (pan).

owh and someone just called me Christine today...
that's new. I'm used to being called Michelle or even Rachel. But Christine???? Come on! I don't look like a Christine!!!!


Blogger .anna.begins. said...

well hello, fellow sardine mate

trains are a fun time to
observe people,
create new games,
laugh at the antics of others,
make fun at those stuck in the traffic jam down there,
count how many other sardines can be stuck with you,
much needed alone time to your own thoughts,
do funny things and see if others observe you,
sing louder and louder to see how loud you can get before someone notices you,
make friends,
calculate the ratio of the speed of train to the speed of car,
think of new thoughts to write for your next book/article/blog post,
plan out your day and what you have to do in the "pan",
practice dance moves while trying to be discrete

...i could go on. heh. oh, and you DEFINITELY don't look like a christine.

12:36 AM  
Blogger de_iceberg said...

Yeah, I so get what you mean. :P

2:06 PM  
Blogger Jo said...

Hehe.. my mom's name is Christine.. hehe..

5:30 PM  

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