With a single breath, i rant

Never did it cross my mind that studying abroad would be this demanding. Apart from the grueling course work, one has got so many other responsibilities to juggle. At times i feel like a juggler with one hand tied behind my back.
It is only now that I've started pondering and appreciating the simplest of things that I had back home. The itsy-bitsiest of things that were taken for granted; like the convenience of a washing machine, dinner that was always ready by 6pm and a car at my disposal.

Make no mistake however, it's not that i've been suffering from delusions of grandeur; expecting to be served hand and foot nor am I throwing a tantrum, banging my head against the wall, screaming with discontent. These responsibilities, however tedious, nasty (washing oily dishes) and tiring (washing clothes by hand!), do come with its perks. For instance, i no longer need to share the chocolates, ice cream and juices with my siblings; back home everything worth fighting for was always divided four ways. It was, i must admit, a brilliant system set in placed by the wisest of big brothers (*cough*) to preserve order within the home. Apart from that, there's always the occasional late night entertainment of watching drunkets make fools of themselves. And the sporadic xxx sounds from neighbours upstairs. With the paper thin walls, you practically hear everything; from the rocking of the bed to the odd mourning sounds. It's hilarious i tell you.

I dont think im alone on this, cos unless you're a brilliant time manager with Energizers plugged in; it's easy to realize how little time we have in a day. To a certain extend it may just be me, im used to moving at a slower than usual pace, taking things in mini steps instead of strides. I guess im incorrigible. Alright, before i suffer anymore delusions of having an infinite amount of time; ive got dishes waiting.

Seeing that today's valentines, i would'nt be too surprised if the ceiling starts rocking. Catch my drift? ;)