Precocious. Little. Clover. Devil

Thursday, May 24, 2007
and some


I'm not dead, between monitor lizard(s) roaming the hall premises, classes on computer games, weighing decisions with seemingly superfluous yet significant consequences, and trainings, there isn't much leisure time to go about. The arts fest is just around the little bend, cremaster is confirmed, with Doll House, Cogito, Sinfonia Eroica and Full Frontal pending. Procrastination, procrastination, why does thou plague me?

The news appears awfully quiet of late, unrest in the Gaza stirs, spilling some over the teacup, but that still the same old, same old. Some trouble brewing over in Lebanon, slightly more novel this.

As I type away here, the realization that I am inadvertedly contirbuting to the $70/barrel price on oil hits poignantly, perhaps not so, I let a moment of nervous concern pass and contemplate the future.

In local news, the EDB takes a jab at its reputation after the University of New South Wales decides to pull out of town. Too little students for a fledgling newcomer to an already saturated market. You need to establish a niche first, get some numbers before expanding to a full school. That's what I think.

Oh, whatever.

People make mistakes and all.


Gavin pondered @ 09:54


Under the layers of dust