Technology, something so advance that we couldn’t possibly pass the baton to the next runner. Is that the worst, non-related and yet trying-to-push-the-limit sort of simile ever or what? Approximately 20 years of having English as my mother tongue and this is what happens when lethargy strikes, using Russian as my excuse to keep up the pace. Failure.
Kaliz’ BB Torch, notice something?
It’s either Whatsapp-ing, or BBM-ing or Viber-ing, diffusing through the air with everyone and literally e-v-e-r-y-o-n-e ‘touching’ or ‘sliding’ on their screens. I’m one of the sole survivors still loyal to manual pressing, unable to ‘touch’ the pathetic, tiny screen I have on my N78. It stood tall and proud amongst all iPhones, Blackberries & HTCs; soon there’ll be iPads, Galaxy Tabs ravaging in lecture halls.
Was going to snap pictures of slides in lecture hall when lecturer announced that slides will be given and hence…
Biochemistry class was cancelled, Physiology class was cancelled due to some renovation in the Chem department; that means a week of classes without these 2 heavy subjects in addition to that, meaning an extra timing added to my sleep time.
Cross section of a tongue, even this doesn’t sound interesting
Classes are definitely less hectic compared to 1st year, at least it doesn’t end at 6PM almost everyday like last time. However, I’m having double Histology which is no offensively shitty since I’ll be straining optical muscles and nerves under light microscopes drilling slides into my brain. No fun at all.
Random spinal cord
Apart from that, settled down hostel payments, documentation payments; all the payments that drive me broke. Literally broke. Apartment hunting on hold since agent is always finding spots beyond my tolerance, simply could not imagine myself switching transportations and walking over miles and miles just to get more privacy.
Conclusion, hostel is almost like hell and I’ll just have to constantly remind myself that beggars do not even own a house to feel contended.
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