I'll go first

I don't know what's with people in the morning, when it comes to get in to the underground; they are so grumpy and disrespectful. Everybody has a trick to be the first one to get in, "secret trick" which no one knows that. Everybody is in rush, they don't care about each other at all, of course including me.

I'm wondering what's happening to people, if they don't have coffee they wouldn't wake up or give each other a small smile in the mornings. They don't move inside the cabin or they don't give each other space to stand. They selfishly prefer to read the papers. (Hold it here and fallow me)
I am sure you have seen those security stands on the sides of store's doors, the ones that if someone wants to take out the unpaid tagged products, the alarm goes off. Has it ever happened to you? It's just an embarrassing situation because you feel everyone is looking at you and think about you in a very different way. (Ok now let's go back to the train and early morning)
Sometimes I think it might not be a bad idea to have free space detector sensors during the rush hours, so when the doors are open, the buzzers sound until  those totally ignorant about the rest or insist to stay with back bag on bother themselves to move a little bit and make some space for the rest killing each other to get on.

Madonna

The other night I was watching Madonna's concert in 2008, well that was fabulous, never got more excited for a TV show. They were few times in my life that I thought "what if I was someone else?" That night was one of those few times. I was imaging myself as Madonna, for some moment the feeling was amazingly great, I enjoyed the fame, friends, those places that I'm more than welcome in there, the money that I spend in my life and doesn't touch my wealth, all those fans, seeing those designers who are dying to design my outfit for different occasions and the most important thing "I am the Queen"
After all the joy turn to the depression and disappointment, I realized " I'm not the queen ".
Soon after, all those supportive Ideas started to click in to my mind, let's say I convince myself that I'm gooood and I love who I am. Honestly I prefer to design my customs, spend my time with understanding friends that like me for what I am and where I'm standing not for my money or fame. I thought it wouldn't be interesting to be known all the time, You can't even have a quite dinner in the middle of nowhere when you are surrounded by people.
Long story short, I have no doubt that I have better life and no one is buttering me. Besides "I'm a designer".