I believe it has been long enough...yes, my abstinence has been well taken, I see. I have not been negligent, in fact, some would hold the opinion that I am obsessed with blogging. Well, I can tell you, that those who hold such opinions are also those who are obsessed with a certain website that has become the bane of Ash's existence.
Now, as for the goings-on of my pathetically (or perhaps, comfortably) mundane existance. Tuesdays make a very perturbed and haggard Flynn want to sleep through entire days, especially those involving 3hr lab sessions. Now, I know I have complained of this already, but I feel that my complaints have not done justice to the torturous hours I spend in the name of science. Anyway, what I find truly amazing is that, while in chemistry lab doing my titrations (tedious, I know), I spilled not one drop of chemical, not one glass pipette or conical flask slipped from my hands...in short, I was working wonders! Yes, fellow bloggers, congratulate your otherwise clumsy Flynn...Now, by the time lab finished, it was quite dark and dismal outside and Flynn did not feel like catching a train all the way back home. (As if there were any other options). The arduous journey back home was made worse...a hundred times worse... by the presence of one very worn out and odour dispensing team of school kids back from a footy game or perhaps it was an athletics carnival. Oh, dear...I feared that my nose would surely melt into my face or just plain fall off altogether.
My dear friends, I do not claim to understand why destiny holds that most of my train rides are to be...shall we say interesting? The vile stench, reek, deathly smell of a mix of sulphurous smoke and BO combined would have made the hardiest of men keel over right then and there. But all other passangers survived...somehow. Luckily, these school kids, being very late as it were, got off 3 stops later. And so, we all breathed a breath of relief, although traces of the putrscence remained.
And here I shall end my blabbering, for I must now hurry and catch that Chemistry lecture!
Goodbye all, and enjoy yourselves while there is no stench near you.
12 comments:
Lol. Ah yeh.. the trainz.
so many ppl- so MANY smells.
and how abt that initial inhalation?.. EEEWWWWWW! you know, the one by which one recognizes the stench and then very precisely identifies it (OH, WHAT BO!).
Our poor respiratory systems- polluted. Our poor noses- direct impact!
And another thing.. i really, REALLY, want cornchips and rice dishes to be banned from trains. Penalties enforced even!
take care :)
From a fellow poor-nosed, public-transport-dependent, lecture-suffering uni student trudging through the drudgery of a life without a provisional license, without a car, without a skooter.... skateboard...... rollerblades... And whose ex-institute-of-education used to be a 5minute journey from home!
(Alhamdullilah + Alhamdullilah) x ∞
(seriously)
Wonderful, more mysteries for me to solve. If, anonymous, you happen to be "bump", I must congratulate you on your vast improvement in speech...or should that be writing?
If you are not "bump", then who are you? Or is it futile to aks?
BUT - u said we could write about anything!!
And the anonymous must be one of ur friends - because they talk like they know u!!??!!
YUP!!
Lol. Maybe it’s my egocentric perspective on almost everything and my tendency to make small the biggest circles, so that they fit cosily around me and my world, that caused my mind (without my permission) to think it unnecessary to include my identity in that message, assuming it would somehow be known, or to behave as though it were a private conversation, ignoring the fact that the global blogspot.com is indeed a “big circle”.. because I certainly hadn’t intended any mystery or forging/confusing of personalities (“Bumpy” :P). HOWEVER, how amusing this all is! I just might go along with enigmatic anonymity and let Sherlock have a little fun in the doing so.
And Ash? Although the number of train-ride recounts that you’ve been subjected to by Flynn is unknown to me and, consequently, any judgement I might make as to whether or not you should be tired of them would be unfair, I must emphasise the length, frequency, crowdedness, confinement and bizarre occurrences associated with these train rides which could make any given one a candidate for Highlight-of-the-Day (however sad this may sound), and which instead make their worthiness of recount, in its indisputability, a somewhat “unworthy subject”. My defence of train-ride recounts is probably (and ironically) for want of recognition of my ache and anguish at wasting so many hours per week on annoying and dreary transportation.
At least I don’t have to drive that chain of sardine cans. Or maybe that would be fun..
Peace to the four of you :)
LOL. Ashes2Ashes, in response to your numbered anomalies..
1. Once, immediately after taking a seat, I was hit with s STA-RONG smell compelling me to rise from my seat and charge towards the door between the carriages. It had hit me with the force of a baseball bat in full swing. As I walked through the carriage on my way to the next, I caught sight of the culprits- a woman and her rice. The smell had occupied the entire carriage. And these guards I hear so much about.. where are they? Ever? I hardly see them on the trainz. Even if they did patrol the trains, it doesn't make a difference to the real problem facing our train system that is The Hot-food Eaters (limited air- I'm a little on the claustrophobic side..).
2. Alright, alright! So I call them “cornchips”! They come in varieties.. CC’s, Doritoes.. etcetera, etcetera. Just believe me-
PPL
EAT
EVERYTHING
ON
THE
TRAIN
3. Aw gosh.. you’ve embarrassed me. Who DOES call p-plates “provisional license”?
4. CORRECTION: I couldn’t “stroll” down to my school in 5mins.. I could take the bus in less, get a lift in less, and the maximum would be five minutes. But if I were to “stroll” it would take all day.. I know how to take my time. Walking would take me a minimum of 10 mins with a fast pace and happy, nice traffic lights that light up green men when I reach them.
5. I don’t claim to know how many you are. When I said “the four of you” I was addressing the four who had posted comments previous to my last. And what gave you the impression that I was under the impression that you four were related to each other???
Plus: why are you apologizing to Nira? :( Is it such an insult to suggest that she could be Anonymous? Seems to me that you’ve had a bad experience with anonymous ppl.. maybe that’s why you’ve got your claws out [figure of speech! Don’t pounce! (oops.. didn’t mean to continue the joke there!) Lol]
*sigh* dear-oh-dear-oh-dear. I really don’t enjoy the position of intruder, or even Anonymous. It all feels a tad… freak-ish/stalker-ish. It concerns me to read that Ash’s best suggestion for solving this “mystery” is consultation with the “microcosmists”.. They sound like a group in the secret services who’ll abduct me and take me to an underground lab where I’ll be annihilated with one zap of a zappa-ma-bobba.. Well that’s what it sounds like. Maybe you could illuminate this concept for me? An atmosphere of such urgency surrounding this Ash personality.. Perhaps I do seem just that little bit intrusive. My apologies if my comments have been in any way invasive of your private blog corner. But do remember, as I explained in an earlier comment, that i had no intention other than replying to dear Flynn’s entry and that my anonymity was due to a slip of the mind.. no desire to cause flurry or fret. Perhaps a journey to Japan to retrieve a bonsai as a peace offering would do the trick, Ash?
Hurry Flynn! End this nonsense because im not very good at it! One short comment has turned into an all-out investigation..
Must admit its all rather entertaining.. especially since at the moment the alternative to writing this would be attempting to cram information on “the effects of stress on the immune system” into my dense, impenetrable head... very stressful indeed.
Peace to however many you are.. and your friends, the microcosmists. :)
Anonymous orders: "Hurry Flynn! End this nonsense because im not very good at it!"
I can see all the hints anonymous has been dropping on me, but 'fraid the brains a bit on the slow side just now. Who, I wonder, is this "anonymous" causing all this commotion over a conundrum (which, I admit, I am rather enthralled by)? There seem to be long and laboured-over essays in place of comments here. I, who love to blog, am finding it a tad taxing on my little neurons to keep up with the twists and turns as the plot thickens...literally.
One questions that NEEDS to be answered (before Ash keels over) is: "who are you, anonymous?"
I have my list of suspects, but unless my suspects have hidden talents and dimensions in their personality they have kept from me, I am at a loss.
Let's see, I know for a fact the following tidbits:
1) Anonymous is a sister ("Alhamdulillah..."), so you are more than welcome.
2) I know her. Hmmm, perhaps I should modify that to "I should know her"...
3)She is a uni student, and obviously studies in science-"effects of stress on the immune system".
4)She lives in Australia
5)She says "corchips" in stead of CC's or Doritoes.
6) She referred to me as Sherlock. (Now this could be a determining factor because, I for one, know of only ONE person who refers to me as "Sherlock", for it is a private joke between the two of us.) However, it is highly unlikely that anonymous and my "Sherlock-buddy" are one and the same.
7) She is not a "microcosomist" (a very effective term, Ash...one of your better concoctions.)
Now, those were all my deductions...if only I could deduce (from my deductions) who you really are, Anonymous. I might add that I have no concerns regarding your remaining anonymous, as long as I find no expletives or threats or the like in my comments. (Not that I believe you would do the unthinkable).
As for you Ash, remain calm and collected...a mere anonymous being cannot harm you in any way.
In sum, to end my long and no doubt tedious discourse, I must say that I've quite enjoyed this little enigma. It makes no difference to me whether anonymous remains just so, but I think our dear Ash would have cardiac arrests...many, many repeated convulsions of her poor, weak heart. (hehehe...just some insults to further enrage our "cat with claws")
Oh, please Ash...DO NOT mention those horrible seats! I'll have to put up another post if I want to describe the antagonism I feel towards those seats!
WELL. Here I am again. And here and now i will end my exchanges, sadly. You’ve all been very hospitable to me with your welcomes and reassurances of threat-free communication, and gladly it appears that i haven’t been, as you say, the “bane” of your existences. However, i do apologize for the length of my ‘comments’.. I suppose it has even invalidated that term. Im afraid I don’t realize how much im writing in this small “Leave your comment” box at the time. Sorry to the tired little neurons, rods and cones.
As for the fanta-orange seats, I haven’t yet had the displeasure of seeing them. WHY ORANGE?! I wouldn’t object to a happy blue (haha, oxymoron).. or a serene green (that rhymes!).. or a pretty pink (ALLITERATION!) .. or a nice violet (.......... *cough*).
Flouro, eh? And headaches, you say?! I fear that wavelength could be capable of triggering seizures. Perhaps this drastic modification in colour scheme could be an attempt to de-dull the trains’ interior in hope that it will introduce a positive cheer to counteract the gloom among passengers? I confess to be one guilty of cheerless commuting. However, the train does have its benefits from solitary, non-conversational journeying; Reflection, Ponder and Wonder are inescapable company. And while on the topic of the trains- and since it has seemed to me most fitting that I retire from this habit of blogging that has developed over the past few days- decency and integrity should have me admit, at the end of the day, begrudgingly nonetheless, at least some amount of appreciation for Cityrail.
Well this conundrum, to use Flynn’s term, has expectedly plateau-ed out, if I may describe it that way. No overwhelming curiosity, no incrimination of any sort, no necessity for identification, and no motivation for revelation other than the satisfaction of revelation itself.
SO. What should I say before I leave this arena, still cloaked in anonymity in spite of this finale [I cant help dramatizing ;)]. Farewell, happy blogging? I hope, Ash – if only I knew a Cat-ish name to tease you with.. Ash-cat? Cat-ash? Hmmmm… Catash. Catash has a nice ring to it, wouldn’t you agree Flynn? Yes, it does.. what was I saying again? that’s right. I hope, Ash, that you aren’t too exasperated, or even slightly irritated by this unfinished business or “unsolved mystery”. To stay calm and collected was Flynn’s advice, I believe. After all, we wouldn’t want anything cat-ash-trophic (haha) like a major cardiac arrest to happen now, would we? That’s another clue for you there, Flynn.. Im quite shamefully lame and have very low standards for humour. Not a very good hint though.. Can't really construct a character description based on self-proclaimed lameness and “cornchips”. If that makes any sense..
There really is a simple explanation for how I came to Flynn’s blog address in the first place.. but somehow it seems more fun this way, to tip-toe away.. hehe.
I’d better be off. Once again, I’v subjected you poor lot to my internal regurgitations.
Ash, may you have your bonsai- and soon. Daggy, may u find a way to channel your minds contents out, down through your fingertips, and into your blog. Flynn… I’ll be talking to you at some stage anyway.. but for now, goodluck with your edges (e***s), i'll say a lil prayer for you.
Peace to you all :)
P.S. Snowman, although you’re so spirited in your eagerness and enthusiasm, I have to say that there aren’t many things I wouldn’t give to turn back time exactly one year.. what exactly would one year older mean to you? What I think im trying to say is- don’t wish to be older, instead enjoy the present, and in the smallest divisions possible! Happy birthday in advance. And, uh, I checked out that site.. It’s the just the type of site that would repel me.. I was lost! when I finally figured out what ppl are supposed to DO there I knew I’d have to join the others in not liking it.. don’t melt now.
well, slap me silly and call me bananas,... i delight over my absence from blogging for the past ...(cant remember how long)... days, but even more so regret my absence.
'delight over' because this has indeed been a riveting time reading this. and 'regret' because i could not be here to comment along on this unsolved mystery.
i do however would like to make a few after-comments, and since we seem to be in the mood for numbering, here goes: (only a few points though)
1) a name has been named, which i certainly did not expect. however this gives me a clue for a little investigation of my own.
2) Sherlock Holmes has no chance in these day and age of internet surfing (let alone surfing itself), digitopia and microcosms (just to use a couple of ash's rather curious concoctions [if indeed both these words are her concoction ... i heard one elsewhere]). i do think that flynn has a better chance at cracking this 'anonymous' mystery than SH.
3) it didn't seem to me that anonymous tried to deny being nira. quite a few clues point towards her. (on the same note of ashes apologies to nira, i apologise if u are not anonymous)
my comment ends here, for i must finish up my already late assignment and hand it in ... sigh 10% off the denominator ...
Why must anonymity exist? Why can't you lot simply let loose your "larynges" and tell us all who you truly are.
"Riveting" as this enigmatic episode has been, I believe that I grow weary of it. Although I feel quite the centre of attention, I am afraid that this is a mystery well beyond Sherlock Holmes himself. I detect fingerprints and subtle clues, but am at a loss as to where they all direct me.
This is one very overworked and underpaid Flynn, signing off. Be merciful to one such as I, about to suffer through those torturous e***s (not edges).
What a day! That’s all I can say (but i'll say more).. it was one embarrassment after another this evening. Truly remarkable. Somebody give me a shovel. I can dig a deep, deep hole before i use it to knock myself out.
Moving on, ill keep this short and sweet (short, relative to a novel).
It seems, from the instance of my writing this, that I thoughtlessly ignored the eventuality of me re-visiting this site to read your responses to my farewell, which would mean that my association with it was in fact NOT ended as I would have had myself believe.
First and foremost- FLYNN, you’ve stolen my thoughts! I must say that I too had grown weary of this whole….. I don’t know what to call it! Due to the poverty of my imagination, I was unable to foresee where this blog-path would lead, so.. I made a U-turn. Turned back. Discontinued. Withdrew.
Cowardice, Ash?? No, no.. there certainly isn’t anything to fear here! Why, the once perceived “cat with claws” has shown herself to be no more fearsome than a blameless and amiable kitten! (aaawww…). I have some confidence that I do not know who you are, and for that reason I can say with some confidence that you cannot possible know who I am.
But it is not my wish to stay anonymous forever, catash.. Quite the contrary. I would prefer that flynn have my identity occur to her so as to relieve myself from this overwhelming sense of sneakiness, and though I harbor no doubts whatsoever of this being all in good fun, I cannot help but feel a sense of uneasiness in place of a keenness or enthusiasm- which would be more suited perhaps- stemming from nothing other than the issue of my anonymity. In other words- I just don’t like secrecy! Why then, you ask in synch, don’t I simple reveal myself and thus settle the matter? Unfortunately, it is much too late for that. I simply cannot conceive of it.. the flatness, the.. non-reaction. Basically, the lack of meaning in any form that would come from the knowledge of my identity. You see, I am quite certain that I have had no previous association with anybody here other than Flynn.. which explains why I responded to her blog! So truly nobody other than flynn will be able to make anything of the revelation, that is, other than simply being in accordance with the human convention necessitating names for people. My identity will be of no consequence to you other than the awareness of my existence. What a cruel waste of time. Insaan is always happy to straggle. Reminds me- must hurry.. Need to study.
I see there are MORE of you, much more than four, catash. I have already mentioned one thing which may make you withdraw from this case given the futility of your concern, but it would seem to me just a little wicked if I were not to kick-start a process of elimination, or at least clear the name of an innocent, by declaring that I am not one ‘Nira’..(I can hear the apologies from here)
I have successfully complicated and confused the matter, which is usually an indication for me to enter ‘damage-control’ mode..
The same simplicity applies now as had surrounded the events of the very beginning. Basically, Flynn, at your leisure you will simply say “oh. It’s you, ....” which will bring this episode to a close. Any objections? It’s quite alright with me if my identity occurs to you in as much as a year’s time, Flynn! We have grown weary.. you are stressed with constant memory of the final edges.. and I have had an awful, awful, awful evening.. which could have been worse, considering I am of those fortunate enough to have eaten, to have a home etc etc - not to mention, to have survived crazy driving (they failed to stop for the red light, screeched to a halt in the middle of the intersection instead, reversed at top speed, then zigzagged their way to a STOP at the next GREEN light before wobbling the rest of the way home : |)
Ma’assalam. Farewell! Lets hope its official.
The mystery is solved! (note the heavy sarcasm).
I SHOULD know who anonymous is, but I DON'T. In fact, I am even more at a loss now than I was before. I've thrown my suspect list out the window, I've stopped trying to run the little motor upstairs, which has become rather more rusty than it was before this episode.In short, I give up!
Anonymous, whoever you are, we will meet someday, and you will tell me (someday) who you are, for (and many apologies here) you remain a mystery to me...the unsolved mystery, but not the bane of my existence.
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