Rush hour

Let's follow Geoffrey Rush.



Damn, he crossed the road. Quickly, let's cross too.



Geoffrey, we're getting closer.



Oops, Joseph forgot to switch the night settings off the camera.



That's better.

"No sir. You cannot enter the train station by scanning your Oscar over the entry. You need to go buy a ticket at that machine over there," said the ticket inspector in the blue shirt.



I bet you he's looking for platform 3 because he's going to go to his his beloved Camberwell station.



I knew it!



"Now where is that bloody train. I need to ring Cate to give my condolences for missing out on the Oscar."

The boring couple

She wasn't very pretty but had a nice body. Her partner was a gorgeous Eurasian boy with shaggy brown hair. They both spoke in accents that were a combination of Malaysian and Australian, with a tinge of American. It was the confused accent that people develop when they have grown up in different parts of the world - "I need to speak more American when I'm in the States, more Australian when I'm Down Under, and like a Malaysian when I'm back home so people won't think I'm a wanker."

The boy was nervously chatty and inquisitive. The girl couldn't have been less interested in what he had to say. They must have hooked up very recently, because he was telling her about all the different places he's lived in around the world. She had nothing to say, nothing to ask. He told her about a cool statue he saw in Europe and the meaning of it. She bluntly said that she didn't know what the hell he was talking about. I found him interesting. I would have asked questions. All she was in the mood for was leaning her tired head against his shoulder and holding his arm like her life depended on it. She would lift her head off his shoulder when she wanted to say something, then readily nuzzle her head back onto his shoulder after talking. As soon as she'd do that, he'd find something random to talk about - probably spurred out of nervousness.

He asked if she was worried. She said she was a bit worried. She said that she was in fact jealous. She said she didn't like that his gal pal was at his house last night. She whined that she didn't like his gal pal. Oh no, she's not one of those insanely insecure girls who doesn't allow her guy to have any gal pals. Well of course she's insecure, her body language tells it all with the way she was gripping his arm tightly. She's a self centered, insecure, uninteresting, dumb bitch. Great! How did she manage to hook up with this cutie? She must have given him an extrodinary blow job an hour after they met at a party. I give their relationship one month.


Listening to: Soma FM - Secret Agent channel: Spy and surf music.
Band of the day: Stereophonic Space Sound Unlimited

Asian fetish creep

This is the man who goes to my local internet café nearly every evening. Because he always sits next to the window, I can see what he’s doing on the computer whenever I walk past. He, without fail, is webcam chatting with hot, twenty something Asian girls. He will firstly browse Asian internet dating sites and then picks the ones he will chat with for the night. He will have multiple webcam chat windows open, and people walking past have a full view of the girls he’s talking to. They look like they are from Asia and not a Western country (I can tell the difference between Asians from Asia and Asians from Western countries). He will have a few typing chat windows open too. The girls do the typical Asian chat thing and use animations in their chat dialogue. I wonder what they talk about. He looks like he’s over forty. Do they talk about the fiscal policy of Taiwan or the latest Nicholas Tse album and Hello Kitty toys?

He makes me sick because he obviously has a family. Wouldn’t anyone rather use the internet at home than in public, especially to chat with young girls. He probably lives far away from this internet café, so he won’t bump into anyone he knows.

Check out this creep at the internet café on Sydney Rd in Brunswick. It’s near the corner of Edward St, in between a Chiropractor and the Tom Phat restaurant, opposite the Cornish Arms.