Half asleep, thinking of whether to put my head on the library desk or to continue reading those dreaded journal articles. Abit out of it? That would be an understatement.
Milano is a funny place. It starts at the lobby, with the strange fountain statue. A sculpture of a naked woman who has a small flow of water coming out of her strangely obscene hair...
Then there's always the 3 white CIA agents every morning at 730. The 'flyboys'... complete with shades, shirt , tie and earpiece...
It's funny how you meet weird people in the lift... or the weird conversations that they strike up with you. It's always quite interesting when the lift stops and you wonder who might just be coming in to share that lift ride with you.
Elizabeth Street is dodgy. Adult shops, the backpackers, pubs, shops selling bollywood movies etc etc. A group of Indians always hang out at Elizabeth St... Big group of guys just unnerve me. It brings back the memories of street gangs. Aggression and strength in numbers. My friends alway tell me: Never get into a fight with indian gangsters. It's always a fight to the death, they say.
Well I could go on and on about random things I see everyday, but then again, I think I observe too much and never take any action... It's a scientist thing (:
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