Slow routine

My current obsession lately, mainly during the short time I had to sit and eat infront of my PC, is to read the daily routines of various famous people, mostly writers, architects, scientists and the rest of the trust-fund babies, collated in a blog I found the other day.

It made me think of how much of a slack I am, not because I don't have a routine, but that I have a slow one. It just doesn't seem right that mine is also very flimsy, meaning, my routine, which is already slow, can break easily without notice mainly due to external distractions, or an impulsive deviation from my usual walk to school (like when I suddenly feel the urge to drop by a cafe, and actually do stop for at least half an hour).

Anyway, took some photos today, school-bound. Foster the people (below), was playing madly like small minions of mine, inside my ear.


It's sugary, comes out warm, and turns cold in less than five minutes. One practical thing to speed up a bit the slow routine. Total failure, though, unless I consume 4 more cans of these through out the night.


Rarely I use the station nearest my house. The route to school using this station takes me longer, thus slower. Nobody likes long, slow rides, right? Not always, but certainly I would not be talking about trains anymore. haha.


I had my bi-monthly session with the shrink today, and he was late. Probably, the guy before me gorged the earth with his meandering river of tears, that my shrink had to climb back to the surface and mop the floor. If I am not kidding you, then proceed with imagining the struggle of climbing back for your life, from a precipice that would drop you a thousand feet to raging salty waters of tears, only to  reach the top to mop the floor. Seriously now.


My uni is soooo obsessed with buildings that are architecturally influenced by honey combs and structurally inspired by cheese cake. They are now building a new one, this time nearer my actual lab. I am wondering what sort of superstition imagination has come into the minds of the architects behind this? It comes with no serious thoughts that everytime I pass by here, I'm reminded of Tom and Jerry and that highly-coveted piece of cheese their funny lives revolve around to. I just hope they (the building and the artists behind it) impart the same level of happiness I feel to other by-passers. Otherwise, they'd fail big time in making people remember the bickering of the cat and the mouse, and the quintessential appearance of Tweety Bird from time to time.

Meanwhile, I would do anything for you, Mark said. Mark Foster, in particular.