So I called work this morning extra early at like 6am so I could get the answering machine to tell them I couldn't make it into work. I have so many assignments due. In fact I should be doing them right now.
So the other day after work, I was walking towards Central Station. Now, this is around the
Surry Hills side of the station. Picture this; there's always a group of indigenous homeless people sitting outside the station drinking out of brown paper bags. I'm sure anyone who works in the city around
Surry Hills will know what I'm on about. Any way, this particular day, as I was crossing the road to get the station, this group of
derros started having a fight. Bottles were thrown everywhere. The sound of bottles smashing and cussing in heavy-ocker
Australian accents fill the street. Now, this road that I'm crossing is one of the busy ones around
Surry Hills. During peak hour, people getting to and from work pack the sidewalks waiting for the lights to go green. So picture this. Us commuters are standing on the sidewalk, waiting for the lights to cross the busy street, then we see a group of aboriginals wrestling
each other on the main road while cars and buses screech to a stop. Now, in the midst of all this confusion and fisticuffs, an aboriginal woman runs out onto the main road where the fight is going down and start egging the fight on, yelling things like '
YEAH FUCK THAT C*NT UP, MOTHERFUCKER', all the while topless. Yes topless. He top had apparently been rip off or something during the scuffle. But picture this;
Surry Hills Central Station Sydney, main intersection, mass groups of commuters standing on the sidewalks looking on a fight between 4
aboriginal men whilst a topless skinny-looking wrinkly drug-fucked woman screams cuss words and encourages the brutal fistfight. The lights turn green. People start crossing the street. They walk past the fight as if they aren't even there. They look to their watches to see if they're late for 5:15 western
Penrith express.
So anyway I bought a whole heap of comics the other day.
Batman: Year One
Pride of BaghdadOoh and go and watch
this movie NOW!
I saw this last week with Maria, Alicia and Mike. It's based on the memoirs of some dude i forgot his name, but
yeah anyway he's real sick and turned into a sort of a vegetable. So this movie is told entirely from his perspective as a quadriplegic. GO WATCH IT. Its French so go catch it at
Dendy, you won't regret it.
Okay, so I got work
tomorrow. So I'll keep this thing updated if i see anything interesting
tomorrow in the city.
I was thinking about this during work today. Is a bar of soap ever dirty? Like. If it drops on the ground, would it be dirty? Or is it a complete clean entity that spreads its cleanliness to everything it touches? So say, would sharing a bar of soap be unhygienic? This really boggles my mind, my brain got really exhausted after thinking about it for like a whole hour. I mean a bar of soap is just a chunk of clean-stuff. and we use this to clean ourselves. when somebody wipes their ass with the soap, does the dirtiness get immediately neutralized once it touches the surface of the soap? Do i need to wash the soap? And with what do I wash it with? With soap? Is it possible to wash soap with soap?
