Here Comes Sweet Little Thursday...

White crane washing wings.

Tai Chi was great last night. Less hyper afterwards, and less giggly. Instructor really reminds us of Kevin, his neck, his body type, his sharp cheek bones. I was once again paired with nice woman who looks like Annabelle Sciora: the dance with closed eyes. No James Brown this time. And I feel like I'm learning the moves quickly, without any problems. It comes naturally to me. The secret, as I told slave2dafunk afterwards, is to not pay attention on what everyone else is doing... but simply learn from the instructor and be focused on your-self.

We had plans on going to a Polish bar called Polish Bar. For perogies and scented vodka in different colours. The place was packed so we tracked through Covent Garden all the way to China Town --> proceeded to scarf down egg-fried rice, chicken in lemon sauce, Singapore noodles and some nice cold Tsing Tao Beers.

And I got rid of Scooby Poo: Night of a Million Bores for the more interesting, mature and downright funny (because of the voiceovers) game Soul Calibur II.

I hereby promise not to throw my money away on Gamecube until the 12th of December, when The Sims: Bustin' Out is released.

(I'll be very intellectual until then, I'll watch tons of cult movies, read neo-communist fiction and grow some stubble.)

Hating the boredom

I went downstairs, to my work's cafeteria, hoping to find some ice cream (in honour of someone!!)... but they didn't have anything. So I bought a Red Bull.

It's so dull at work. And surreal. I'm climbing up the stairs when some girl dashed past me, wearing a white lab coat, and some kind of oxygen machine. Lab rats.

Now I'm hot from all the walking, happy that I managed to avoid Crazy Barbie (my new name for the mad secretary) for most of the day, expectant that the Red Bull will give me wings, or at least a minor heart attack. I don't mind damages to myself as long as it cuts the day's boredom in half.

Not even going to the gym during lunch hour did it for me, or hearing Ginger Minger masturbating in the Shower Stall (remind me never ever to use the second Shower Stall from the right, ever again.) I'm not the only person in the gym that finds Ginger Minger disturbing. As I was changing, these two guys came in and, seeing his distinct bag and walkman on the bench, said "Oh Uh!" Everyone is scared of the gapping pink rabbit eye.

The Red Bull is effecting... and Echo and the Bunnymen bringing on the dancing horses... the last thing I need is to giggle to myself in an empty office room. Fuck, I need some posters on my walls. And someone to save the world.

You guys must be tired of my discourses on boredom. And you are turning sadistic aswell, sending me your English essays to correct! LOL... you know who you are! (just kidding by the way, I don't mind helping other people. If helping you get a good grade in school comes out of my "productive" day then I'm happy.)

:o)

Ah... now The Smiths are on. Thus this mean my luck is changing?