Saturday, August 28, 2004

khwaari

Days melt into nights of collapsing onto the bed, waking up in the morning to encounter backaches and then off to the university again. Lather, rinse, repeat. The sheer mindlessness of this schedule hurts, but a severely unenthusiastic CS-student's gotta do what a severely unenthusiastic CS-student's gotta do.

Once again, its a lovely, albeit chilly saturday with imkaanaat of rain, but I'm stuck in classes till two thirty and what short breaks I do receive are spent in a rush to the labs to spend some much needed time online since my poor PC's still a patient at the computer guy's.

People at Orkut have such lovely smiley faces, it's hard to tell how messed up they are. Little fragments of deception, these photos are. They say that at one slice of all the time they spent on earth, they were happy. Happy enough to make faces or smile at a camera, despite the possibility of a fake smile, but a smile nonetheless. I read somewhere that just smiling itself lifts your mood a bit.

Oh crap, I'm late for the class again. Miss punctuality who gives people the evil eye for waltzing in late for classes and appointments is late, heaving herself up two, maybe three stairs at a time and arriving panting at the doorway to meet the other evil eyes. Don't you just love saturday mornings?

Misha at Saturday, August 28, 2004

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