Listening to: Girl from Ipanema, The Gilbertos (Astrud and Joao), Stan Getz
Thinking of:
The sound of hard heels clicking on the shining floor and the whirr of the floor polish machine leaving the floor leaving buff and smooth. All of that were turned indistinct by the rapid beating of my heart. In the bag was a large report most of the engineering students will tell you, ate them alive for the past week or so.
Upon sliding the beheamoth of a report down into a filing cabinet, silent strangers exchange cordial smiles at handing in the report at the same time while heaving a sigh of relief that it's down the chute and not to be seen for the next 4 weeks (thats when the marks come in and the grumbling of a dozen denizens of the engineering school).
Anyway, onto easier, lighter and definitely more cheerful things. The usual lunch with the blokes from the engineering school, closely followed by coffee with the Greeks. Somehow my heart is still racing at the thought that it's all done...
The floor is no more accented by reports of MicroElectronicMechanical Systems and electrothermal V- Beam actuated devices (if thats urrr... Greek to you, take a number). The refrigerator rack finally displays some form of substance and I've got proper breakfast material (and a Roald Dahl book at that too). On top of that, both my Gilberto CDs arrived today and I'm rather thrilled. Heck, thinking about it, I've got the entire family collection, Bebel, Astrud and Joao (thats daughter, wife and husband for you). Whee...
Heard while walking to the library after coffee: "Have you see a duck orgasm?!"
"Yeah, you see it all the time and do it all the time"
"Those ducks"
One could easily suspect that the above would have had a pretty close walk with Mother Nature and are in fact doing a highly informative infomercial on duck mating behaviours or, or... DUCK PORN! On the other hand, I think its easier to blame the impending exams for random student behaviour... Oh welll... Its now time to cook dinner.
Thinking of:
The sound of hard heels clicking on the shining floor and the whirr of the floor polish machine leaving the floor leaving buff and smooth. All of that were turned indistinct by the rapid beating of my heart. In the bag was a large report most of the engineering students will tell you, ate them alive for the past week or so.
Upon sliding the beheamoth of a report down into a filing cabinet, silent strangers exchange cordial smiles at handing in the report at the same time while heaving a sigh of relief that it's down the chute and not to be seen for the next 4 weeks (thats when the marks come in and the grumbling of a dozen denizens of the engineering school).
Anyway, onto easier, lighter and definitely more cheerful things. The usual lunch with the blokes from the engineering school, closely followed by coffee with the Greeks. Somehow my heart is still racing at the thought that it's all done...
The floor is no more accented by reports of MicroElectronicMechanical Systems and electrothermal V- Beam actuated devices (if thats urrr... Greek to you, take a number). The refrigerator rack finally displays some form of substance and I've got proper breakfast material (and a Roald Dahl book at that too). On top of that, both my Gilberto CDs arrived today and I'm rather thrilled. Heck, thinking about it, I've got the entire family collection, Bebel, Astrud and Joao (thats daughter, wife and husband for you). Whee...
Heard while walking to the library after coffee: "Have you see a duck orgasm?!"
"Yeah, you see it all the time and do it all the time"
"Those ducks"
One could easily suspect that the above would have had a pretty close walk with Mother Nature and are in fact doing a highly informative infomercial on duck mating behaviours or, or... DUCK PORN! On the other hand, I think its easier to blame the impending exams for random student behaviour... Oh welll... Its now time to cook dinner.
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