Near, Far. If only life was a bed of roses, with no hidden thorns ready to prick, how wonderful would it be. And yet the thrill of trying to tread through the grass would quickly diminish, and boredom would set in, and thus life would be meaningless. This few days have been extremely useless, with nothing much to show for. The old addiction for manga has started to creep back in, though i predict in 2 days i would lose my interest for shoujo manga, and go back to the dearly adored shounen. Shoujo manga has too little bloodshed and excitement. Heh, i shall slack today and study tommorow :)