Year 3 Term 1 Part 1
(Image Credit: Andrew Rucklidge)
Thursday 22 October 2009
Hey Guys Sorry its late..
First event.
Meeting up. I remember bumping into lee on the road toward the train station. We were greeted by Atet. My first impression was how my preconception differed to reality.
then me and loong were late for the meet up. we arrived at 11.40am because we didn't know that we the bus heading to the airport only one per half an hour.*big sweat*
when we arrived, all groupmembers already there waiting. the train station was different from what i imagined. According to my research, the entrance of NEC "SHOULD BE" outside the train station... anyway the signage there are quite useful we find our way easily. A GOOD INTERCHANGE SERVICE.
Who must this person be, walking along the grass verge? i thought, placing myself in a car zooming past. Holding a field recorder aloft and walking indiscriminately on.... Do they have a sense of what i am doing? Where i have come from and where i am heading? They must. Walking here gave me much more time to myself than previous journeys i had made to the airport. I never felt hurried. Bumped into Charlie i was still anxious of how our trip would go, did we have everything organised? We were already an hour deep, i got over it.
Today sitting drinking coffee at the International Train Station; i was reading when my attention was aroused by the sound of a walk different to the others i had encountered so far this morning; slightly louder faster and some how more interesting. i looked up. it was a woman early 30's a man stood behind his wife at one of those interactive ticket machines he traced the woman up and down and didn't take his eyes off her until she was obscured by a wall, it was pure desire, he made eye contact with me then looked at his feet. i wrote it down.
then me and loong were late for the meet up. we arrived at 11.40am because we didn't know that we the bus heading to the airport only one per half an hour.*big sweat*
ReplyDeletewhen we arrived, all groupmembers already there waiting. the train station was different from what i imagined. According to my research, the entrance of NEC "SHOULD BE" outside the train station... anyway the signage there are quite useful we find our way easily. A GOOD INTERCHANGE SERVICE.
Who must this person be, walking along the grass verge? i thought, placing myself in a car zooming past.
ReplyDeleteHolding a field recorder aloft and walking indiscriminately on.... Do they have a sense of what i am doing? Where i have come from and where i am heading? They must.
Walking here gave me much more time to myself than previous journeys i had made to the airport. I never felt hurried. Bumped into Charlie i was still anxious of how our trip would go, did we have everything organised? We were already an hour deep, i got over it.
Today sitting drinking coffee at the International Train Station; i was reading when my attention was aroused by the sound of a walk different to the others i had encountered so far this morning; slightly louder faster and some how more interesting. i looked up. it was a woman early 30's a man stood behind his wife at one of those interactive ticket machines he traced the woman up and down and didn't take his eyes off her until she was obscured by a wall, it was pure desire, he made eye contact with me then looked at his feet. i wrote it down.
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