The Monkey Says: Text

I sat here, contemplating if I were to describe my week, or month for that matter, as fast or slow-paced. It can't be a mixture of both but here I am, unable to comprehend the velocity of it all. The constant agendas make it temporarily fixed on fast motion, that everything happens and ends quicker each time. My daily itinerary, though not always planned, is filled with random doings and places to be. When I take a breather, sit back and relax, past occurrence seem to mark on further back-dated dates in my calendar. I forget to look at the time or date, miss out on random observations or just sit down knowing I have absolutely nothing on my to-do list. Place the actual time line against the one I believe I am living in and the vast difference is visible. I could be an imaginary year ahead but still stuck stationary in my 3rd week. This could be the sole reason I'm looking forward to my semester break.


I have an almost-swollen right eye. Eye-Mo is my best friend at the moment, but it doesn't do shit. Always get Optrex.

There are 3 pending assignments and a compulsory evaluation form, all due next week. Joy. Bless Indians for celebrating Deepavali! It's a long weekend :D





I absolutely loathe people who don't make an effort. To hell with you and your single populated world.