Monday, November 12, 2012

18:40 BST
IT Room, Bute
Cardiff, UK

Up at 5:45am!! Snoozed till 9:/ Feeling loserish, got dressed and stepped out of the apartment building, only to be greeted by cold prickly raindrops and a finger-biting breeze. All the ingredients for a foul mood, in perfect consistency. Walked to library, got hold of Cloud Atlas finally. Had been hunting for it for ages. It turned out to be remarkably massive. Hard-back and about 600-odd pages in big font. Too much shelve space consumed. Walked to uni cafe and breakfasted on a big onion-cheese omlette with friend. Feeling sane, walked to Bute. Sat at computer, fervently waiting for the required emails. None came:/ Read up on the BBC crisis, which seems to be escalating out of control. Anyone looking for strange, non-sensical stories - look no further than your newspaper. Anyone looking for stable and meaningful stories, come over to the fictional side of life. Fact is stranger, and much more apalling, than fiction. Looked up some books. Gotta read more Orwell. Just gotta. The man speaks my heart. Did you know, agenda is defined as a list of things one has to think about and/or act upon. Like a to-do list of the day, it is a to-think list of the day. Did you know, some power-obsessed souls like to decide the agenda of individuals on a day-to-day basis? They like to decide the things that people should think about. And they succeed, thanks to the all-pervasive media. Wicked, isn't it? Yes. It's wicked alright.

OK. Tired now. Till we meet again, tomorrow.