Slow Mo

I'm starting to think there's something wrong with this Internet connection.
The claim that the speed is 100 Mbps is difficult to believe, especially if the downloading speed is below average. I mean, it takes 3++ hours to download a file that's around 80Mb. Impossible! That's the time taken when we use the wireless, which only boasts a speed of 54Mbps.
What's worse? The download terminates after I'm only halfway done!
This is unacceptable. If this doesn't get resolves soon, I'll be behind schedule! I need to finish the downloads before time runs out!
*tugs hair*
*incoherent grunts*
*glares at computers*

You are Milk Chocolate

A total dreamer, you spend most of your time with your head in the clouds. You often think of the future, and you are always working toward your ideal life. Also nostalgic, you rarely forget a meaningful moment... even those from long ago.

What Kind of Chocolate Are You?

Your Worry Factor is 69%

The amount you worry is definitely borderline unhealthy. Even when things are going well, you find yourself fixating on the negatives. Try to remember the times you've been able to let your worries go. If you can do that again, you'll be much happier!

Do You Worry Too Much?

Uchi ni

Whoo, I'm back home!
So, as expected, I'm basically doing Anime Studies. Y'know, one is never thankful with what one already has, and then seeks what he has yet to procure. Same thing here.
And, barely one day, I can feel that most of my brain cells have gone into suspended animation. I should sue the local drama/film crews for that.
Butchers of art should be arrested, sealed tight in an air-tight container locked at least three times over, then anchored so that they'll drown in the deepest part of the Pacific Ocean!
[Rambling] Saw an old, black-and-white movie called A Hard Day's Night starring the Beatles on the bus ride home. Made me think how much the entertainment industry has...changed. And fear the horror that comes in the form of fangirls! [/Rambling].
Did I mention that women should not wear too much make up? (This rhetoric sprung from our local actresses who think that their faces are canvases and that they own the entire stock of cosmetics in the country) I mean, dude, we ain't doing some Kabuki or some opera, y'know? And the local actors and actresses are downright gratingly annoying. It's like there's nothing new, nothing fascinating, nothing that could pull me towards the idiot box and gawk at the screen like an idiot also...
Automatically I'm reminded of how a friend said something about how "being an idiot can be fun", to which (as far as I could remember anyways) I responded that it would depend on the kind of person one is in the first place.
Oh, yeah, local actresses are just too annoying, they defy the scope of the word itself...
Wow, I'm on a roll tonight.

Current Music: A Hard Day's Night - The Beatles

P/s: Speaking of the Beatles, in a parasitology lecture in which Prof. Pakeer was teaching entomology...He deliberately pulled our legs in the name of good ol' sport. He asked us to jot down four names when it was under the topic of beetles...and then a very smart classmate figured out that they were actually names of the Beatles...Latinised, or something like that. Pity I erased the names, otherwise I would have reproduced them right here...and laugh at my lack of observational skills all over again...

Falling into Temptations

Remember what I said about supposedly trying to stay for one week plus-plus to revise? Yeah. Well, as my self-control is failing, I've to succumb to the immense desire of going home tomorrow. Yesh, less than 24 hours from now.
Oh, the joy it brings!
Ah, the guilt that has fallen upon my shoulders!
...and the headache that comes with it.
I've always known that my discipline is nothing to be proud of. I'm too weak to accomplish a simple thing like going against the luxury that is home.
But! Let it not be forgotten that I had, in fact, cleaned my room as I said I would.
So perhaps all is not lost.
Note to self: Indulge in anime at home.