Writings From The Mall Again
I don't know what it is. Maybe it's the fresh inspiration or the fact that i have an excuse to sit down and write, but once again I write you from the mall.
To my right is guy about 35-40 years old using a PC laptop (black ugly beast - not like my pure virgin white iBook) with a wireless card sticking out the side and to my left is a guy with a 70s porn star mustache smoking a stinky cancer stick.
I've got a Diet Vanilla Coke (the vanilla masks the diet, but only barely) sitting next to me, a mouthful less than full. The lady in 7-11 (pierced nose, bottom lip & eyebrow with cool raver hair) asked me if I knew that it was a Diet Vanilla. Apparently she's had a spate of people wanting to exchange theirs because the pick up a Diet Vanilla mistaking it for either a vanilla Vanilla coke or a normal Diet coke.
As I sit here I am reminded of the part in Ian Fleming's "You Only Live Twice" where Tanaka is indoctrinating Bond into his new Japanese persona (the mission being to kill Blofeld - for more, read the book). Tanaka has just sent Bond to pray at a temple. Bond returns and Tiger asks him what he noticed while praying. Bond's reply (and my current thought) -- "A lot of pretty girls, rather too young for me I'm afraid".
In reference to school girls in their uniforms in the mall in my case, and some Japanese schoolgirls on a field trip in their seera-fuku in Bond's.
I had my final exam for Australian Music about 45 minutes ago. I notice that I did not feel too out of my depth in that one. I guess that studying and going to every class helps somewhat.
Well, that's enough for now. With all those observations above, I feel like a damn travel writer!!!
