I looked out of my rear window and saw nothing.

I just moved back to my old room, where my grandmother used to vacate before she moved back to my Uncle's a few months ago. There are some repainting on the walls to be done, new furniture to purchase, new lights to install, etc, etc. I really cannot wait to have my own room - finally. Meanwhile, the deadlines are slowly killing off every little brain cells I have left, leaving me utterly exhausted. There are no examinations in film school, just insane amount of assignments piling up towards the end of the semester with crazy dosage of procrastination ingrained in every film students' DNA.

Strange how one ponders about growing up and other random schendoms amidst essays and edits during the wee hours of the night while sneaking a smoke break, then looking up at the silence in the neighbourhood and decided to blog about it. Ah, procrastination.

It is scary how I have grown so dependent on being wired yet I thought I survived well enough getting through losing my phone and not having one for a single, full day. Not having people calling me or the need to contact someone certainly was a well deserved wireless vacation. Not having my Mac or the internet, on the other hand - just the thought of it - scares me. My dependency and its indisposability is scarier.





I will learn to say no, in future.