Trainspotting

I take the train to work and home for the last sixteen years. How good is that! I get to know people who come and go and people I grow old with. There are some who were once singles and now they are married.. and even some have kids too!

Every morning I take the same train, same time and same carraige. Noel and I even have competitors in finding and taking the best available spot. After all these years, I realized my co-commuters in the train have their specific seat and of which time. It is called " their special spot". Most of the faces in train I am now very familiar with for I always see them
almost every weekdays. If I happen not to see someone for a while, I sometimes wonder how is that person?

Noel and I got to know as well, a certain man wears a Drizabone jacket (camel colour) every winter, another man has passion in motor racing as every morning he plays his recorded dvd watching the motor race in his computer, an a young man and a lady gets off at Riverwood station, and a lady reads a particular book every morning. So everytime I get inside "my train", I always try to spot first the people I often see at their special spots in the train. And every morning, Noel and I still compete to the same couples in finding the best spot leftovers.

On the way home, on the other hand, is always a mix bag of people. I am too tired to look at each passengers and put a mark on them...I am very tired and more interested to have a nap and don't care which and who's spot I am taking.

Trick or Treat

Since trick or treat is not a "big thing" in Australia, not a lot of kids go around house to house and knock on the door for treats. Here's what happened yesterday...

When my son, Christopher, came home at around 3:15 pm from school, he keenly put all the chocolates in a tin can anticipating that there will be kids knocking on our door for trick or treats. He wanted to be the one giving away the chocolates so he placed himself (sat down) at the sofa next to the door and waited for the trickers and the treaters. He waited and waited and waited....'.till he fell asleep. Not even one kid knocked at our door yesterday and last night and on the way home, I never seen someone and not even one child was out and about doing the trick or treat.

When my son woke up few hours later and realized it was night time already, he felt that he missed the trickers and treaters so he ran to me and cried. I felt his disappointment as he prepared himself for this event so I went to the door, knocked and said to him, "trick or treat!". I finally saw a beautiful smile back on his face and gave me the two smallest chocolates. Ay! Kakuripot palang magbigay ng chocolate itong anak ko!