There was this funky looking package on my train ride to uni yesterday morning. It might of been wrapped in a 'Downtown Duty Free' bag but I'm not too sure as I was half asleep and focused most of my energy trying to remember where I was heading to so early in the morning. When I got home there was a story on the news about a bomb on a peak-hour train. I was jazzed to the fact that it might of been my train ride. The bomb train, however, was sitting at Kirawee when it was blasted with water. It should of been my life that was in danger.
I don't litter, even when I'm on the train. But since the Olympics are getting closer and closer they have gone ahead and taken away all the station bins. They also recently implemented some unpolicable littering laws. I still will not litter in public.
Saturday, 2 September 2000 - 04:37
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