ANZAC (Australian and New Zealand Army Corps) Day. Many of us, too busy occupied with the mess of what is our life, sparing not a thought for the origins of such an occasion, or any other, for that matter, save that it allows us a brief respite from the droning routines that permeate our lives. Little or no thought is afforded to those who lived, and died, fighting for their country, the reason for which we should be commemorating ANZAC day. Shameful, the adulteration of such an venerable holiday, reduced by us to yet another mere opportunity to escape our responsibilities. I'm one of them.

Today was rather uneventful, I'm just glad for the most part that I managed to, pretty much, finish the homework that I was mercilessly dumped with to eat up my one-day mid-week holiday.

Sadly, the coming week will be extremely stressful, with 3 SACs on the same week. I had hoped to get some studying done in preparation for the incoming boiling point, but as usual, "expectation failed". It's going to be a busy weekend. But isn't it always?

Bye.

WTB more time.