I run out of idea what to do next, which obviously happens most of the time so I end up reading a book for two lines, write things down on a paper for five miliseconds, and sing a chorus of a song, uncompleted.

Or, I watch the first few minutes of porn.

I'm not a fan of porn stuffs but the idea of seeing those fake groans and sighs with real bodies is not bad. I'm more concentrating on their facial expression than what they're doing on the scene. What the color of their eyes, the thickness of their eye brows and all. The man's voice,too. Basically, only on the stupid sides of the video.

And Lamro returned from jakarta a few days ago, taking six (?) DVDs with him.
After finishing my quick lunch, i sat down on the carpet, saw them covers, women?!!! I have no faintest idea what the hell did he think when he bough'em. Anyhow, I played the first few miliminutes from each of them, disappointing. I'd never though porn could be that lame.