Men's toilets the wrong direction to go!

I went to see the Internship in the cinema yesterday evening before it's official release. Just before the movie started, I wanted to pop into the toilet. Worse thing is wanting to go toilet during the best parts of a movie. I don't think I've ever done it and pretty much get annoyed when people in front of me do. I get distracted very easily!

So off I went, hunting for the toilets. I looked up and there was a sign there. The male and female icons was arrowed left and the disabled and baby changing was arrowed forward. Fair enough. I headed towards the left and glanced at the door. It had a funny looking icon and it looked like someone messed around with it. Meh, I thought. You often get toilets with strange, funky signs but you accept them anyway because they're meant to be cool.

In a way, I knew.

I thought it was strange......and the icon looked like a man. But the arrows pointed in this direction, so it must be. You know how you get some toilets where you enter through a door and the men's are on the left and the women's are on the right? Well, I assumed it might be one of those. I pushed open the door and met another door. But only one. How odd.

I pushed it and srraightaway I saw urinals lined across a wall. Omg, I just walked into the men's toilets!! Big woops! I was lucky not to come across anyone inside and I edged away quickly. A girl walked past as I left the final door and goodness knows what she thought.

The ladies were actually in the direction of the disabled and baby changing.

The signs were so misleading!! *blush* I hope I wasn't the only one to make that same mistake.

Zombie status

I couldn't sleep at all last night. A toss here, a toss there. Just could not settle down into sleep. Then I was having a dream where I was looking into a mirror at my hair and pulling out something what seemed like broken mirror shards. I could see it reflecting in the light. I awoke after pressing my snooze button a dozen times and looked at the time.

05.30am.

My head immediately told me my bus was due in 6 minutes exactly. I changed into my work clothes, put my uncombed hair into a ponytail and literally just walked out the house. Ran for a bit for the bus too. Managed to catch it and just sat there in a daze for a good 5 minutes or so.

Then I thought to myself, "Hang on a sec, what day is it today?" I had to search for the date on my phone. I wasn't actually due to leave home for a good 20 minutes. I wept (not literally). I could have brushed my teeth! I drank two cups of coffee at work and felt like a zombie throughout the day.

I brushed my teeth as soon as I reached home. I hate the feeling of unbrushed teeth - stays on my mind for a long time and I think my little bacteria are having a mini party inside.

One of those stupid moments

I was so tired the other night.

I was attempting to retrieve something from one of my drawers. You know, the ones with the knob in the middle - you pull and ta-dah! it opens.

My mind wasn't processing normally. I sat down on the floor right in front of my drawer and started pawing at it for it to open. Obviously that wasn't the way it works. I did that for a good few minutes, staring at my drawer rather stupidly. Why won't it open? Then I tried grabbing in from the sides and pulling at it but it still refused to budge. Confuddled - I stared at it for another long while before realisation hit.

Then I laughed.

Note: I didn't drink that night.

I've made improvement! ...& a bit about ROA

I went gym straight after work yesterday. I knew I would be exhausted by the end of it as I hadn't stopped moving since getting up around 5am til getting home around 11pm. But here I am, pushing myself to see how far I could go. Though I do have to travel all the way into central to reach the gym - it's free so why not? I refuse to pay £30-odd to work out. Though I may reconsider when I can no longer go for free........

Happy time in the gym: I did 30 minutes on the bike, 15 on the rowing machine and 20 on the treadmill (2.6 miles~not bad). I was sweating like I'd never sweated before, red-faced (it won't go!) and with empty water bottle in hand.

I'm wondering if I can keep this up when I will have to work 6/7 days a week - covering others' holidays at work. I'm still aiming to do twice a week - Wednesdays and Fridays.

On another note, ROA did a beautiful piece down by southbank which I will definitely have to go seek out. Hopefully they won't erase it and everyone can see how awesome it is! He has another one down Bethnal Green - I went there once trying to hunt it down without knowing the exact location because everyone was being so secretive about it and couldn't find it. I had to go back a second time with success - I found it and here it is -

Can't....run.....anymore......

I've started going to the gym. Yesterday was the first day I stepped foot in one. Never would I have thought I would. I spent a good half hour on the exercise bike and 15 minutes on the treadmill. I'm quite happy with how much I had done (perhaps a bit more than I expected). I still feel like I know nothing about the gym and getting fit but hurray for starting somewhere. Running for buses always made me out of breath so I knew I was mightily unfit. I was a bit intimidated by the stares of other men though and the naked ladies in the changing room. Though I was forewarned!

Today I attempted to do some running around my area. Even the thought of it always made me feel intimidated. I'd always wanted to go running but my dodgy area where I live displeases me and I thought it unsafe. But today, meh to this thinking. I was only hoping that I wouldn't come across too many people or traffic (I'm well aware I look like an idiot when I run and my face goes an unsightly red very quickly - proof from yesterday).

You'd never guess: I came across the bus driver I knew, the postman who thinks I ignore him, and two police officers along with the occasional workman. Maybe I should just go running early morning (too many commuters?) or at night (oh my god, am I going to get stabbed?).

And it was such an awful run. I felt I could do way more on a treadmill than I can outside. I logged my run and completed 2.11 miles in 25 minutes. Now that is awful. I stopped running around 6 times because I couldn't take it (weeps) and because I decided to leave my water bottle at home. Never again! Bottle will come with me next time. I can't really judge if I did well or not since it is my first run outside. Hopefully, I'll keep this going. Gym maybe twice a week. Runs - once a week? I need a run buddy.....

Do you know what motivates me? Kitkat. Yes, kitkat. I see how much calories I burn and I think to myself - that's my kitkat gone. 107 calories.

Lemon Tea

A thought popped into my head which I found amusing.

I remember attempting to make lemon tea. I thought making it would be pretty simple.  I popped an ordinary teabag (most likely PG Tips) into a cup along with lemon slices. I added water and then milk and, to my horror, it curdled up. Terrible mistake and I believe I didn't even attempt to taste it. White frothiness.

I stupidly made the same mistake another time, forgetting the first mistake I made.

I'm sure I'll forget and it will happen again!

Graffiti - art in a different form

I love graffiti. Absolutely love it.

This is one of the reasons why I really like London. You can find amazing graffiti all around - and sometimes you can come across them without realising it. For example, literally just around the corner from the city - in and around Liverpool Street with men/women in suits - there is a whole different side of London to be seen. Shoreditch and Brick Lane are two of the best places to go. And very often I go for a wander into London just to search for the latest piece that catches my eye.

I'm very particular in tastes for graffiti. I find tags rather distasteful and a poor sight. But when you really search for it, some of the things you might see just takes your breath away. I have a few firm favourites like ROA, Phlegm and Otto Schade who I keep an eye out for. ROA is my absolute favourite though. He held an exhibition in London not so long ago and I was amazed. I'm actually browsing right now and have a newfound interest in DALeast who has just put up a few pieces around London that I am planning to see.

Below are a few I have captured on my phone during my wanderings:

This one is by ROA - this piece is massive and very close to Shoreditch Underground. It is still there but it has been somewhat ruined by the tagging which you can see underneath it.

Stik does many great pieces everywhere in London. I'm sure he has more than 200 Stik figures pasted all around walls and doors! I'd be surprised if you've lived in London for a long time and never seen one before!

I haven't seen much of Phlegm's work but what I have seen - I like.

And this cute little piece is by Ronzo. I adore this :)