Darth Vader on the train?
I tried to get out of the house as early as I could yesterday, and I ended up leaving at 7:20 but I had to go get my weekly ticket and some breakfast at Macca’s, so ended up at the train station at close to 8:00 which was a bit disappointing.
When I boarded the train I went to the upper carriage and sat right at the back, which was facing the reverse positioned seats. I noticed a blonde lady sit down in one of those seats facing me, and I thought she might have been looking my way but I didn’t look back. I spent half the trip on my laptop, but when I looked up, I noticed she looked a lot like Darth Vader. I tried to think about what she looked like in uni, and also at the bar I saw her a couple of years ago. At the bar she had really short, curly hair. Now, this lady had short, straight hair with black rimmed glasses.
At first I tried to keep my looks discreet, but as I thought more and more about it, I became more obvious. I wasn’t afraid if she looked my way or not, because I wanted to see her eyes. She was listening to music, and mainly looked out the window. But she did notice me looking and would sometimes look at the staircase next to me or her eyes would stop at me when looking across. Sometimes she looked down to her left at the ground, with a small peaceful smile on her face. I don’t have enough confidence in myself to think that that was because of me, but even if you don’t accept that, I can at least say she wasn’t hostile in response to my looks.
I really couldn’t see her eyes clearly, but I think they were green, whereas Darth Vader had blue eyes. This lady also had brown eyebrows, whereas I remember one of Darth Vader’s distinct features was her blonde and therefore almost invisible eyebrows. I tried to look for freckles and think I may have spotted some.
Could this be her? Could this really be her? If it is, why do we keep meeting after years and years of separation? Is there really such a thing called fate?
We got off at the same stop, and the better part of me couldn’t resist but see where she worked. If she went to that same office, then obviously it was her. But then again, it’s pretty obvious she’s moved on as people don’t really work in the same place for more than 2-3 years these days, especially if it’s their first job. I followed her amongst the crowd to one of the new high rise buildings. I tried to match the way she walked with how she walked in uni, and it didn’t seem to match. God, if this wasn’t her then she must’ve been thinking I was trying to crack onto her.
I spent the whole day out of court yesterday, working on the whole of the transcripts. Even though I had finished my part, I was fixing up DC’s parts which was really like starting all over again. Don’t get me wrong, he did a fair amount of work, but when I checked it against the audio I noticed some were wrong, far out. I also got a bit upset because I was rushing to get them done all in one day and I had DC telling me to do other things that weren’t as urgent. What really irked me was when he told me to think of a way to present the large large spreadsheet we had. What irked me more was the way he said it, which was with a point of the finger as he walked away from it. It reminded me of Nom. I think that’s where older people really learn to separate themselves – they can ask you do to things without making you feel like a slave.
I think GS could tell I was a bit stressed because during a break, he said to me “you’re doing good there”, even though I knew he was just saying it to comfort me.
I went to lunch with Twish, and we saw Rom Rom there who sat down with us for a chat. I always thought she was happy getting lunch for RB but when we asked her to join us she seemed pretty annoyed that she had to get his lunch everyday. Twish talks so loud, and about things that are so pertinent to our case that it’s sometimes embarrassing. Like she was talking about RM and Rom Rom had to whisper and remind her that RM was also at the same cafe having lunch. She also told me that she doesn’t think PL is going to write her a very good reference, or a reference at all, because they had a bit of an argument. I wonder really why she keeps getting into arguments with her baristas.
I did manage to pop into court very late in the day, to give GS something he was waiting urgently for. I went in without my suit and DC joked about it. I knew he liked distractions like me coming into court. I also saw the hot para there but didn’t look at her.
After work I went for my now usual milk again, then went home and did some more work. I wanted to go to the gym but couldn’;t because my mom cooked very late. I haven’t been since I hurt my shoulder blade, but it feels good now, and I think I’m getting a bit fat so I gotta try and go soon.
When I boarded the train I went to the upper carriage and sat right at the back, which was facing the reverse positioned seats. I noticed a blonde lady sit down in one of those seats facing me, and I thought she might have been looking my way but I didn’t look back. I spent half the trip on my laptop, but when I looked up, I noticed she looked a lot like Darth Vader. I tried to think about what she looked like in uni, and also at the bar I saw her a couple of years ago. At the bar she had really short, curly hair. Now, this lady had short, straight hair with black rimmed glasses.
At first I tried to keep my looks discreet, but as I thought more and more about it, I became more obvious. I wasn’t afraid if she looked my way or not, because I wanted to see her eyes. She was listening to music, and mainly looked out the window. But she did notice me looking and would sometimes look at the staircase next to me or her eyes would stop at me when looking across. Sometimes she looked down to her left at the ground, with a small peaceful smile on her face. I don’t have enough confidence in myself to think that that was because of me, but even if you don’t accept that, I can at least say she wasn’t hostile in response to my looks.
I really couldn’t see her eyes clearly, but I think they were green, whereas Darth Vader had blue eyes. This lady also had brown eyebrows, whereas I remember one of Darth Vader’s distinct features was her blonde and therefore almost invisible eyebrows. I tried to look for freckles and think I may have spotted some.
Could this be her? Could this really be her? If it is, why do we keep meeting after years and years of separation? Is there really such a thing called fate?
We got off at the same stop, and the better part of me couldn’t resist but see where she worked. If she went to that same office, then obviously it was her. But then again, it’s pretty obvious she’s moved on as people don’t really work in the same place for more than 2-3 years these days, especially if it’s their first job. I followed her amongst the crowd to one of the new high rise buildings. I tried to match the way she walked with how she walked in uni, and it didn’t seem to match. God, if this wasn’t her then she must’ve been thinking I was trying to crack onto her.
I spent the whole day out of court yesterday, working on the whole of the transcripts. Even though I had finished my part, I was fixing up DC’s parts which was really like starting all over again. Don’t get me wrong, he did a fair amount of work, but when I checked it against the audio I noticed some were wrong, far out. I also got a bit upset because I was rushing to get them done all in one day and I had DC telling me to do other things that weren’t as urgent. What really irked me was when he told me to think of a way to present the large large spreadsheet we had. What irked me more was the way he said it, which was with a point of the finger as he walked away from it. It reminded me of Nom. I think that’s where older people really learn to separate themselves – they can ask you do to things without making you feel like a slave.
I think GS could tell I was a bit stressed because during a break, he said to me “you’re doing good there”, even though I knew he was just saying it to comfort me.
I went to lunch with Twish, and we saw Rom Rom there who sat down with us for a chat. I always thought she was happy getting lunch for RB but when we asked her to join us she seemed pretty annoyed that she had to get his lunch everyday. Twish talks so loud, and about things that are so pertinent to our case that it’s sometimes embarrassing. Like she was talking about RM and Rom Rom had to whisper and remind her that RM was also at the same cafe having lunch. She also told me that she doesn’t think PL is going to write her a very good reference, or a reference at all, because they had a bit of an argument. I wonder really why she keeps getting into arguments with her baristas.
I did manage to pop into court very late in the day, to give GS something he was waiting urgently for. I went in without my suit and DC joked about it. I knew he liked distractions like me coming into court. I also saw the hot para there but didn’t look at her.
After work I went for my now usual milk again, then went home and did some more work. I wanted to go to the gym but couldn’;t because my mom cooked very late. I haven’t been since I hurt my shoulder blade, but it feels good now, and I think I’m getting a bit fat so I gotta try and go soon.
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