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(from January 15th)

It's moments like these when I realize how much time the internet prohibits me from being productive.
In my temporary location, there are wi-fi hotspots that I have to make a little trek to in order to access them.
And, as lazy as I am, I have to be in the mood to actually leave my bed and go outside to find said hotspots.
Not to mention that bags aren't allowed in most buildings so I 'd have to carry my laptop in my hand (which, for someone who considers their laptop as something like a child, is a little too risky).
That said, my internet activity slows and my productivity toward other things increases.
Like writing (hence this entry, which was typed in Word and subsequently posted for no one to read).
Since my arrival, I've had little contact with friends/family, minus the brief Facebook messages and instant messages.
I'm not a big fan of overly complicated procedures either (e.g. the ridiculous amount of numbers to press in order to call someone).
In other news, I didn't want to believe the movie stereotypes of entering a male dormitory with pictures of nearly nude women pasted to the walls...

...and yet I walked into it, women baring it all with the aid of Photoshop, provocative text carefully placed next to them, detailing their bust size and what kinky things they like to do.
I think if my eyes rolled back into my head any further, I'd see my brain.
But, again, I'm left to my own devices and I can finish a book I wanted to read or work on that story I started (!) or maybe take some photos or just go for a walk and discover something.
I'm left to spend time with... well... myself.