There's a snake in my room, I have a paper due on tuesday, A physics exam on Valentine's day, a commitment due tomorrow, two letters that need sending, P1000 worth of tickets to sell by the end of the week, Org obligations to fulfill, my computer's at it again and my best friend's having a breakdown at work. But I spent the day helping out someone who's having it worse. Imagine having been diligent throughout your college life to your academics only to have it messed up on your last year coz your thesis partner decides out of the blue that she wants to take up nursing instead and leaves you out to hang dry just a month before the deliberations. That's life for you. Well, she's going at it alone despite the stress, coz the prospect of her getting delayed for a year is far more stressful. So I helped out with some perspectives and other artsy stuff since that's all I'm good for these days. But it was nice since we got to talking and reminisced about the good ol' highschool days. Actually, I didn't enjoy highschool that much. I was as old then as I am as old now...hehe, if you can make sense out of that senseless statement. Oh well, still have a lot stuff to do right now... no time to make sense of anything.

grumbling...

I'm taking a break right now from the everlasting task of cleaning my room. Sometimes I realize that there's really no point since it'll be back the way it was in just a matter of weeks. Of course it's not like I don't have any other thing to do, but I don't think I can get any work done with all this mess lying around. But when I'm done, I'll be too popped to do anything else. Hmm... I watched The Last Samurai for the third time yesterday. I really like this movie, and I don't care if I waste my cash watching it over and over again in the cinema... till I get this out of my system, it's the only strategy I can think of. If I can travel back in time, I'd kill whoever invented gunpowder and the sort. I mean, what were they thinking? Guns don't necessarily need skill and it's such a cowardly weapon...to shoot someone from a distance. On second thought, if I could travel back in time, I'd stay there, or in in any other timeline in the past, just not this one. I Imagine, that back then, people actually did something more with their lives. It would be nice to have something to fight for or live for. Nowadays, people get their doses of life from movies, books, rock bands and such. It's like media is this drug, and we are the addicts. There's more life in a two hour movie than I probably will have in a decade and there's more character to be found in a cartoon than in most people I've met. Hmmm... I think I'm starting to get depressing again. I guess I'll end it here and go back to my exciting life of books, papers and dirty laundry.