Desperate for TIME!!!!

*grabs hair*

Why do we only have 24 hours a day?? WHY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Grrr.....

24 hours are seriously, SERIOUSLY not enough can!!!!!!! (btw who created the prescribed rule of 24 hours a day? Why can't it be 28 or 35?? Muz be the doings of G*D... *tsk tsk*)

Aniwae, I'm a desperate woman now. Not desperate for lurve... but desperate for TIME.

And desperate for money as well. But that's not the main point.

My main point is... I seemed to be lacking in those two that are deemed as the most important aspects in one's life!!!

You hear those old old ppl who think they are so wise saying words of wisdom like "time is money... time is priceless... money cannot buy time... when time is lost, it is lost (well, I made this one up, but it makes absolute sense, doesnt it??)

Aniwae, I think those sayings are contradicting themselves.

How can you equate time with money when you say it is priceless? If it is priceless, it does not cost anything or it has no money value in it, right?? *nods*

When you say 'money cannot buy time'... well this will not work in some situations.

For example:

A fricking filthy rich kid called Poorchi (no offence to those with the same name!) strangled Papa, the owner of a mama shop because he wouldnt sell him 'Anything', and was charged by the police. Poorchi was later trialed on court and because all evidences pointed at him as guilty of charge, he was sentenced to the worst punishment the judge can think of because Papa happened to be the judge's gay lover (the law enforcement system is corked up lah). But because of Poorchi's gadzillion fortune, he managed to bribe his death executor to postpone his execution date to a week later, so he could savour 'Anything'. But then, the executor, after realising he has a conscience and some integrity, decided to report him and in the end, Poorchi died (dun ask me how, he just did).

The above ridiculous story was told to test the hypothesis that 'money CAN buy time'. And it really can: Poorchi used his wealth to buy 7 days of his remaining life so he could live longer for 7 days (but he didnt know the executor would betray him... *tsk tsk*)

Aniwae, my whole point is...

I can't possibly go bribe the professors to extend the deadlines for my essayS right???

Not even if I had the cash because I think they have extraordinary high moral values.

So the only way out is to chiong. And chiong. And chiong. Until 6th Nov 2007.

*grabs hair*

You must be wondering: here I am complaining about lack of time, but why am I still blogging instead of studying or doing some constructive work right? (In fact, looking at the time - 2.45AM, I should be sleeping peacefully now... *grrrrr*)

Well, I'm waiting to compile my project, which is due in 15 hours' time (but if you minus off 5 hours of sleep, 2 hours of travelling, 2 hours of final check through and printing in school, that will leave you...............6 hours to complete.) *gasps + shakes head*

I HATE LAST MINUTE WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*sigh*

But bo bian...when there's group work, there's always last minute work.

OMG.

My lappie screen is decreasing in size. It's getting smaller! My lappie is vanishing!

Oh.

It's my eyelids... they are drooping.

*slap slap slap*

I can't sleep. I can't doze off.

My....project...is...not....yet.....done.................