BAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW another one off my list. No pleasure knowing him.
What else should I post about?
Hmm. New rates maybe?
Anyway, here's a fact:
China is still far behind.
That's all.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Nothing left to say.
At this point of time,
Late Night Alumni -- Nothing left to say
Another day has come and gone
And I've been holding in..
Not holding on
Feeling out of place, I
I'm wanting to escape, I
I pack my bags with nothing left to say
It's when I think I've figured out
The figures simply turning
Inside out
Burn before it catches, I
I rummage through the ashes, I
I turn the page with nothing left to say
I'm forcing myself to work. It seems a little weird to me that I tend to need more preparations than anybody else before I can start working, such as washing my hands, adjusting the right volume for my speakers so the songs turn out right and other boring/lame shit that you won't be interested in.
The ironic thing about this is that I end up stopping work 30 minutes into it, which is really sad.
That's how I waste away most of my time anyway. I'm definitely skilled in time-killing.
Late Night Alumni -- Nothing left to say
Another day has come and gone
And I've been holding in..
Not holding on
Feeling out of place, I
I'm wanting to escape, I
I pack my bags with nothing left to say
It's when I think I've figured out
The figures simply turning
Inside out
Burn before it catches, I
I rummage through the ashes, I
I turn the page with nothing left to say
I'm forcing myself to work. It seems a little weird to me that I tend to need more preparations than anybody else before I can start working, such as washing my hands, adjusting the right volume for my speakers so the songs turn out right and other boring/lame shit that you won't be interested in.
The ironic thing about this is that I end up stopping work 30 minutes into it, which is really sad.
That's how I waste away most of my time anyway. I'm definitely skilled in time-killing.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Aaaa
I actually logged onto SP's blackboard instead of Blogger when I thought of posting something.
Anyway I thought I might as well post something else than lamenting about people and their stupidity (superiority complex at work here,) since the thing about frigging weblogs is that after you post whatever you're unhappy about you feel like taking it back.
Real hectic week because I was rushing through my assignments. Lots of vulgarities and shit but nobody gives a damn because they're all swearing as well.
While doing one of those assignments I realised that I haven't been producing ANYTHING since the start of this year. Hell, even producing skins that only I use is counted as something productive you know, providing 70% of my time is wasted in front of the screen.
I've been losing a lot of sleep too. No big deal - everybody loses sleep, but I think I owe sleep a huge debt, and I have to repay it by sleeping for, say, 2 weeks.
2 weeks' time of non-stop sleeping, that is.
Seriously, I have this feeling that if I still don't get some rest, I'll die of exhaustion one fine day.
Anyway I thought I might as well post something else than lamenting about people and their stupidity (superiority complex at work here,) since the thing about frigging weblogs is that after you post whatever you're unhappy about you feel like taking it back.
Real hectic week because I was rushing through my assignments. Lots of vulgarities and shit but nobody gives a damn because they're all swearing as well.
While doing one of those assignments I realised that I haven't been producing ANYTHING since the start of this year. Hell, even producing skins that only I use is counted as something productive you know, providing 70% of my time is wasted in front of the screen.
I've been losing a lot of sleep too. No big deal - everybody loses sleep, but I think I owe sleep a huge debt, and I have to repay it by sleeping for, say, 2 weeks.
2 weeks' time of non-stop sleeping, that is.
Seriously, I have this feeling that if I still don't get some rest, I'll die of exhaustion one fine day.
Monday, July 30, 2007
The Awakening.
One of the most overused titles in history, but I can't really think of anything else.
Now this is strictly becoming a case of how much advantage can be taken of me, and I have absolutely no obligations to help anybody whatsoever. I did it not out of pity, nor out of trying to prove myself mentally superior to my peers, though I AM mentally superior compared to many of the people out there.
It's seriously goddamn disgusting when you have someone copy off your work saying that they don't know how to do and then giving no credit, apparently because they "only copied a little bit." That's why I fucking hate working in groups or teams - they leech information and they don't return it.
I'm not evil and I'm not trying to make them fail. There are certain things that I'd be willing to help if you ask, but when you go overboard and actually copy my idea, I take it that you're taking advantage of me to "try to do better than a pass using someone else's work."
Copyright, fags.
Today I let a great button technique to leak out, by accident really. There will be no more of such things, no more working in groups, no more help given to people.
I will recede back to my status of being a "don't know, don't care" bystander who gives no damn about how you're going to fail your exams. I might not do well in mine, but I'll make sure you don't do any better than me either.
Regarding my reflection period, I did quite a lot of anger management recently. It's hard work because I just lost my cool a few hours ago and it just seems as if everything is out to get me somehow. That might be something that I'd normally go through, but this means putting up with people and it goes beyond my basic rule of not tolerating any bullshit. I don't know really.
The problem now is that I no longer know how much to tolerate others before it becomes too much. I'm sure it varies from one person to another, but I think I'm on the extreme side.
Whatever really.
Now this is strictly becoming a case of how much advantage can be taken of me, and I have absolutely no obligations to help anybody whatsoever. I did it not out of pity, nor out of trying to prove myself mentally superior to my peers, though I AM mentally superior compared to many of the people out there.
It's seriously goddamn disgusting when you have someone copy off your work saying that they don't know how to do and then giving no credit, apparently because they "only copied a little bit." That's why I fucking hate working in groups or teams - they leech information and they don't return it.
I'm not evil and I'm not trying to make them fail. There are certain things that I'd be willing to help if you ask, but when you go overboard and actually copy my idea, I take it that you're taking advantage of me to "try to do better than a pass using someone else's work."
Copyright, fags.
Today I let a great button technique to leak out, by accident really. There will be no more of such things, no more working in groups, no more help given to people.
I will recede back to my status of being a "don't know, don't care" bystander who gives no damn about how you're going to fail your exams. I might not do well in mine, but I'll make sure you don't do any better than me either.
Regarding my reflection period, I did quite a lot of anger management recently. It's hard work because I just lost my cool a few hours ago and it just seems as if everything is out to get me somehow. That might be something that I'd normally go through, but this means putting up with people and it goes beyond my basic rule of not tolerating any bullshit. I don't know really.
The problem now is that I no longer know how much to tolerate others before it becomes too much. I'm sure it varies from one person to another, but I think I'm on the extreme side.
Whatever really.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
"BIG FUCK?"
Reflection time. A moment of peace and silence for myself please.
#1 screw up - Don't want to talk about it.
#2 screw up - Flakk is a noob.
#3 screw up - Ignore = ban.
#4 screw up - Owning classmate.
Just simply absurd. It's time for a little self control, a little more think-before-you-talk, and a hell of a lot of chill music. It's time to fall asleep, for a while.
#1 screw up - Don't want to talk about it.
#2 screw up - Flakk is a noob.
#3 screw up - Ignore = ban.
#4 screw up - Owning classmate.
Just simply absurd. It's time for a little self control, a little more think-before-you-talk, and a hell of a lot of chill music. It's time to fall asleep, for a while.
Friday, July 20, 2007
I'm pulling your leg.
I don't like to judge people, but it's a habit to me, and I'm blunt about whatever I think about anyone. I say it out directly, loud and clear, sometimes beating around the bush, but otherwise straight in the face.
Apparently this gives people the impression that I don't think before I talk.
Anyway, while it's a habit, I don't really exercise judgment on my friends. It's unfair to criticise them directly, so I usually pull their legs a little just to see how they'll react to it, and it always becomes clear after a few minutes of teasing/lying/abusing that they're not out for friendship.
ALWAYS.
Which is one of the many depressing things in life.
I'll continue pulling this particular target's leg for awhile more. Updates to come.
Apparently this gives people the impression that I don't think before I talk.
Anyway, while it's a habit, I don't really exercise judgment on my friends. It's unfair to criticise them directly, so I usually pull their legs a little just to see how they'll react to it, and it always becomes clear after a few minutes of teasing/lying/abusing that they're not out for friendship.
ALWAYS.
Which is one of the many depressing things in life.
I'll continue pulling this particular target's leg for awhile more. Updates to come.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Reminders.
There is just one think that I have ABSOLUTELY no fucking tolerance nor patience for - being ignored.
Especially in the virtual world where messages you send will remain intact within a window minimised neatly on your taskbar and FLASHING at your face waiting for a reply, you have absolutely no choice but to do so.
Whether you do it properly or not is entirely up to you. Nobody blames you for going crazy on a 10 year old just because he spams you repeatedly with requests telling you to teach him how to do something that any other person with common sense would be able to. At least you replied.
In fact it's common courtesy to do so. You don't have to have someone rage at you to actually learn this particular "rule."
Unless the other party's a faggot whom you have absolutely no interest in, but then you should have just blocked him.
Here, I have nothing to admit to not replying to any messages even though a great deal of time has passed since the last message. The only two reasons why I'd not see a message would be because either my computer crashed or you blocked me straight after you messaged.
The end.
Incredibly depressing to talk about common courtesy that even people older than me lacks.
Maybe I should just block the fags and let them emo for awhile.
Especially in the virtual world where messages you send will remain intact within a window minimised neatly on your taskbar and FLASHING at your face waiting for a reply, you have absolutely no choice but to do so.
Whether you do it properly or not is entirely up to you. Nobody blames you for going crazy on a 10 year old just because he spams you repeatedly with requests telling you to teach him how to do something that any other person with common sense would be able to. At least you replied.
In fact it's common courtesy to do so. You don't have to have someone rage at you to actually learn this particular "rule."
Unless the other party's a faggot whom you have absolutely no interest in, but then you should have just blocked him.
Here, I have nothing to admit to not replying to any messages even though a great deal of time has passed since the last message. The only two reasons why I'd not see a message would be because either my computer crashed or you blocked me straight after you messaged.
The end.
Incredibly depressing to talk about common courtesy that even people older than me lacks.
Maybe I should just block the fags and let them emo for awhile.
Monday, July 09, 2007
Fate? Bullshit, I tell you.
Unfortunately my next post is actually 24 hours later.
"So you're telling me that I'm destined to put my **** inside your ****** for the rest of my life?"
That concludes the dirty side of fate, verbally.
Personally I don't believe in that shit, because if I were to believe in it, I would expect fate to calculate every 0.0000000000000001 second of my life properly up until the day I die, or the day everything vanishes. That is a lot of work.
Imagine "predicting" what would happen to a person every 0.0000000000000001 second, what he would do the next 0.0000000000000001 second, how everything around him would respond to his actions in the next 0.0000000000000001 second, and multiply that by the sheer amount of human beings on the planet, calculating every 0.0000000000000001 second, up until everything ceases to exist.
Fate, you have a lot of work to do - if I believe in you, that is.
Fate also brings about contradiction. If everything was destined to be the way it is, is luck still reliable? Miracles wouldn't be miracles, and your presentation tomorrow, supposedly calculated to fail at the word "fail," will also be calculated within the next 0.0000000000000001 to make your presentation "win," saving you from embarrassment. You think that's a miracle. Well I'm telling you that's not a miracle, you fate-fag.
So, in RPG terms, you either pump your skill points into fate, or luck. Pumping just one point in either makes the other useless and irrelevant, even if you have some 1337 armor to boost it up to 100. Nothing stacks in this case.
With this, I end my presentation. I'm lucky that I didn't fail because I failed badly for this presentation. Oops? *Blushes* What? I win. You know it. I'm a winner.
And the winner tells you that it was a miracle because he didn't believed in fate.
"So you're telling me that I'm destined to put my **** inside your ****** for the rest of my life?"
That concludes the dirty side of fate, verbally.
Personally I don't believe in that shit, because if I were to believe in it, I would expect fate to calculate every 0.0000000000000001 second of my life properly up until the day I die, or the day everything vanishes. That is a lot of work.
Imagine "predicting" what would happen to a person every 0.0000000000000001 second, what he would do the next 0.0000000000000001 second, how everything around him would respond to his actions in the next 0.0000000000000001 second, and multiply that by the sheer amount of human beings on the planet, calculating every 0.0000000000000001 second, up until everything ceases to exist.
Fate, you have a lot of work to do - if I believe in you, that is.
Fate also brings about contradiction. If everything was destined to be the way it is, is luck still reliable? Miracles wouldn't be miracles, and your presentation tomorrow, supposedly calculated to fail at the word "fail," will also be calculated within the next 0.0000000000000001 to make your presentation "win," saving you from embarrassment. You think that's a miracle. Well I'm telling you that's not a miracle, you fate-fag.
So, in RPG terms, you either pump your skill points into fate, or luck. Pumping just one point in either makes the other useless and irrelevant, even if you have some 1337 armor to boost it up to 100. Nothing stacks in this case.
With this, I end my presentation. I'm lucky that I didn't fail because I failed badly for this presentation. Oops? *Blushes* What? I win. You know it. I'm a winner.
And the winner tells you that it was a miracle because he didn't believed in fate.
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Lulz Love
it's hard to let go of you
but i had to
it's not easy to do so
and for that
i want you to know that you are the love of my life
the only one
to forsake you
i will apologise
but you must forgive me
for the road ahead requires a bit of your light
to shine on
to go on
for if you would fail to do so
it would be hard for me to cherish
everything we did together
and let no ifs be asked
after we turn away
later
in our next life, i hope
i would meet and fall in love with you again
even to forsake me
you wouldn't need to apologise
for this is the love i owed you
and i'm just giving it back
You're hearing this pile of bullshit from someone who hasn't been in love with anybody yet. Probably inspired by embarko LULZ.
Other aspects of my life? I return you a null value. Life has became completely dull and monotonous, such that I've got nothing interesting to discuss at all.
Till my next post. Later.
but i had to
it's not easy to do so
and for that
i want you to know that you are the love of my life
the only one
to forsake you
i will apologise
but you must forgive me
for the road ahead requires a bit of your light
to shine on
to go on
for if you would fail to do so
it would be hard for me to cherish
everything we did together
and let no ifs be asked
after we turn away
later
in our next life, i hope
i would meet and fall in love with you again
even to forsake me
you wouldn't need to apologise
for this is the love i owed you
and i'm just giving it back
You're hearing this pile of bullshit from someone who hasn't been in love with anybody yet. Probably inspired by embarko LULZ.
Other aspects of my life? I return you a null value. Life has became completely dull and monotonous, such that I've got nothing interesting to discuss at all.
Till my next post. Later.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Road check.
I really hate reading previous posts because they just remind me how bad I am at this.
I'm still at nowhere to decide whether to continue this course or not. Just yesterday I had my group presentation to 1/4 of my class and 10 year 3 students. Not a good situation.
I tend to hate presentations not because I end up with my body shivering while presenting, but rather because I fumble over my own performance and end up knocking my head against the wall at the end of the day just to shut off my brain for a minute.
On other news, ex-classmate wipes class of yours truly off contact list. Reason being "srsly nth related already," with a "tq bb" signed at the end.
Shows a lot about her character. I'm not in any position to judge anyway.
I'm still at nowhere to decide whether to continue this course or not. Just yesterday I had my group presentation to 1/4 of my class and 10 year 3 students. Not a good situation.
I tend to hate presentations not because I end up with my body shivering while presenting, but rather because I fumble over my own performance and end up knocking my head against the wall at the end of the day just to shut off my brain for a minute.
On other news, ex-classmate wipes class of yours truly off contact list. Reason being "srsly nth related already," with a "tq bb" signed at the end.
Shows a lot about her character. I'm not in any position to judge anyway.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
China soil.
1) Soak the crystal-soil in water by the percentage for 12-24 hours.pour it out and filter away excess water.
2) Take the plant clean the roots and cut the rotten roots and leaves. put the plant into glass vase and pour the soil into the vase, add some water when the surface comes dry.
3) This product is no poisonous, no pollution. It will no go bad or color fade, contain fertilizer.
4) You should place this product where there is no direct sunshine. Make sure children cannot get it. It cannot be eaten.
I bet the plant is already dead.
2) Take the plant clean the roots and cut the rotten roots and leaves. put the plant into glass vase and pour the soil into the vase, add some water when the surface comes dry.
3) This product is no poisonous, no pollution. It will no go bad or color fade, contain fertilizer.
4) You should place this product where there is no direct sunshine. Make sure children cannot get it. It cannot be eaten.
I bet the plant is already dead.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Pen testing area.
Hello.
There was this subject brought up by a fellow anonymous (fellow because we're all anonymous) on an image board that I frequent. He asked "why are we anonymous alone?" Most of the people in there were alone because they felt society was being a pain in the ass. Others were, well, failures in life.
Just to let you people have a clue, board is /b/.
I'm not a real /b/tard. Maybe a fake one since I spam offline memes to some of my friends (also then resulting in mass verbal copypasta thinking they are cool.) I'm pretty sure I've been exposed to a lot more sickening stuff than them, and most probably some of you reading this now, that they're beginning to dull me.
Anyway, I don't feel that I'm the latter case as to why I'm alone. Maybe I misinterpreted alone as to being single, but either ways, it still doesn't apply to me. Society is a pain in the ass to me sometimes, not because most of the people out there are dumb (like what other anons approved on thread,) but rather because administration/registrations/admissions/commissions/applications/deferment/reception/anything that involves paperwork is real troublesome. It shows organisation, yes, but also lack of trust in others. That's how things are made, alright. There's nothing I can do.
I'm not keen on going along with it either. Revolution of this system is a very distant dream that none would have even dared to attempt to fall asleep for. There's nothing I can do.
There's nothing I can do.
Few gave advices (in which I greatly appreciate despite the somewhat impossible nature of some ideas) including getting a girl (I repel the opposite sex, mind you) or going out for a booze. Not legal age? No problem, as long as you avoid getting caught.
Well, it's not about seeking out girls as a form of motivation (that'd be more like trying to tell yourself to ignore your problems) or drowning yourself in alcohol so you can go all high forever till you sober up.
Sometimes when I look at people and the people around them I tend to ask myself why not, but the idea's always brought down by a idiot or two repeatedly trying to annoy me, even though I know it's not their original intention to do so.
So, having every attempt fail at some point as a result of my nature/unwillingness to take risks, there's nothing I can do.
There was this subject brought up by a fellow anonymous (fellow because we're all anonymous) on an image board that I frequent. He asked "why are we anonymous alone?" Most of the people in there were alone because they felt society was being a pain in the ass. Others were, well, failures in life.
Just to let you people have a clue, board is /b/.
I'm not a real /b/tard. Maybe a fake one since I spam offline memes to some of my friends (also then resulting in mass verbal copypasta thinking they are cool.) I'm pretty sure I've been exposed to a lot more sickening stuff than them, and most probably some of you reading this now, that they're beginning to dull me.
Anyway, I don't feel that I'm the latter case as to why I'm alone. Maybe I misinterpreted alone as to being single, but either ways, it still doesn't apply to me. Society is a pain in the ass to me sometimes, not because most of the people out there are dumb (like what other anons approved on thread,) but rather because administration/registrations/admissions/commissions/applications/deferment/reception/anything that involves paperwork is real troublesome. It shows organisation, yes, but also lack of trust in others. That's how things are made, alright. There's nothing I can do.
I'm not keen on going along with it either. Revolution of this system is a very distant dream that none would have even dared to attempt to fall asleep for. There's nothing I can do.
There's nothing I can do.
Few gave advices (in which I greatly appreciate despite the somewhat impossible nature of some ideas) including getting a girl (I repel the opposite sex, mind you) or going out for a booze. Not legal age? No problem, as long as you avoid getting caught.
Well, it's not about seeking out girls as a form of motivation (that'd be more like trying to tell yourself to ignore your problems) or drowning yourself in alcohol so you can go all high forever till you sober up.
Sometimes when I look at people and the people around them I tend to ask myself why not, but the idea's always brought down by a idiot or two repeatedly trying to annoy me, even though I know it's not their original intention to do so.
So, having every attempt fail at some point as a result of my nature/unwillingness to take risks, there's nothing I can do.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Closer now?
"Am I wrong to want you near?
A bit of heaven with you beside me.
I see your face in the eyes of the sky.
But you are farther than, far tonight."
The first few words struck me so hard that I found myself asking "Am I wrong?" whenever an upsetting situation pops out of nowhere. Most of the time the answer is no though, so I don't have to do anything.
Well, it's my holiday. All I've wanted to do was to choose to enjoy my two weeks of free time without people trying to turn me off, but hey, some of em peeps out there are just so uptight about everything.
Example, a 16 year old whom I believe has never had anybody scolded "fuck off" into his face/*ahem* monitor screen *ahem* (I'll just call him a brat here) getting all whiny about having to take another 2 minutes to climb up a ladder... IN A VIDEO GAME?
What the fuck is going on, gentlemen? How can anyone actually think of starting such bullshit?
To contribute more to the lulz I'm going to do a mini chatlog from memory.
*me kills brat with grenade while doing nuclear strike and pwning him several times (WITHOUT CHEATS :D)*
brat: fuck you cheebye fucker
me: what?
brat: you have any fucking idea how long i took to climb up to the fucking roof?
me: 2 minutes.
brat: then fuck off because you can't count. (at this moment of time I was laughing at him because I thought he took more than 2 minutes to climb a 5 inch ladder compared to average noobs taking like... 30 seconds at most?)
me: fuck off i didn't play this game to hear you whine.
*consoles and amx_kicks brat*
flakk: flakk approves (<--- winner phrase for that day. Boosted my fucking morale by 10 times.)
What follows is the usual chat block in messenger. I mean, hey, all thy did was tell you to fuck off AND you can't take it already?
I'm not putting up with people like him. Nobody should.
Also, the SLS incident, which I'm not going into detail because somehow I just don't feel like talking about bad customer service.
At least I'm not putting up with people anymore. It's more of letting people do whatever they want. It's their freedom to do so anyway.
Just don't come complaining to me and asking "WHY, BYAN/neutral/cream/wuteva? WHY?" when I shove my DESU up your ass.
A bit of heaven with you beside me.
I see your face in the eyes of the sky.
But you are farther than, far tonight."
The first few words struck me so hard that I found myself asking "Am I wrong?" whenever an upsetting situation pops out of nowhere. Most of the time the answer is no though, so I don't have to do anything.
Well, it's my holiday. All I've wanted to do was to choose to enjoy my two weeks of free time without people trying to turn me off, but hey, some of em peeps out there are just so uptight about everything.
Example, a 16 year old whom I believe has never had anybody scolded "fuck off" into his face/*ahem* monitor screen *ahem* (I'll just call him a brat here) getting all whiny about having to take another 2 minutes to climb up a ladder... IN A VIDEO GAME?
What the fuck is going on, gentlemen? How can anyone actually think of starting such bullshit?
To contribute more to the lulz I'm going to do a mini chatlog from memory.
*me kills brat with grenade while doing nuclear strike and pwning him several times (WITHOUT CHEATS :D)*
brat: fuck you cheebye fucker
me: what?
brat: you have any fucking idea how long i took to climb up to the fucking roof?
me: 2 minutes.
brat: then fuck off because you can't count. (at this moment of time I was laughing at him because I thought he took more than 2 minutes to climb a 5 inch ladder compared to average noobs taking like... 30 seconds at most?)
me: fuck off i didn't play this game to hear you whine.
*consoles and amx_kicks brat*
flakk: flakk approves (<--- winner phrase for that day. Boosted my fucking morale by 10 times.)
What follows is the usual chat block in messenger. I mean, hey, all thy did was tell you to fuck off AND you can't take it already?
I'm not putting up with people like him. Nobody should.
Also, the SLS incident, which I'm not going into detail because somehow I just don't feel like talking about bad customer service.
At least I'm not putting up with people anymore. It's more of letting people do whatever they want. It's their freedom to do so anyway.
Just don't come complaining to me and asking "WHY, BYAN/neutral/cream/wuteva? WHY?" when I shove my DESU up your ass.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Belong
Forced to the BBQ party @ Sentosa, and I'm saying it here because none of my classmates know of my blog yet. BBQ was fine with 1/3 of the class turning up, like, 8 people? Depressing.
For the record, I walked all the way from the entrance to the resort.
How many of us would enjoy a kilometer walk to our destination, wasting 45 minutes of precious time knowing that something is going on somewhere else and yet refusing to take other alternatives to save time/energy?
You wouldn't find anyone as laid back as me.
I actually ENJOYED that walk. Seldom do I get the chance to actually walk alone at my own pace across such a "huge" distance and not having the need to look at flats along my way.
Took some photos with my phone. Typical shots so I won't be showing them, though I have this incredible urge to get a digital camera again.
Also, fast food delivery spree - KFC and McDonalds ate away at least 50 dollars within 5 days. Incredible.
That's all really.
For the record, I walked all the way from the entrance to the resort.
How many of us would enjoy a kilometer walk to our destination, wasting 45 minutes of precious time knowing that something is going on somewhere else and yet refusing to take other alternatives to save time/energy?
You wouldn't find anyone as laid back as me.
I actually ENJOYED that walk. Seldom do I get the chance to actually walk alone at my own pace across such a "huge" distance and not having the need to look at flats along my way.
Took some photos with my phone. Typical shots so I won't be showing them, though I have this incredible urge to get a digital camera again.
Also, fast food delivery spree - KFC and McDonalds ate away at least 50 dollars within 5 days. Incredible.
That's all really.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
#2
Sometimes, waiting for everything to take its course and being too lenient puts me at a severe disadvantage. People do take advantage of me, and I've actually wanted to tighten my grip on certain things that I'm always letting go of long ago. Soon, I guess.
I don't know how many times I've told myself to not put up with people anymore, and I did make some changes in my attitude to go along with it.
Today, I found out that this new attitude of mine is perfect.
I don't know how many times I've told myself to not put up with people anymore, and I did make some changes in my attitude to go along with it.
Today, I found out that this new attitude of mine is perfect.
Saturday, June 09, 2007
8 weeks on the new road.
I'm totally convinced that our right brain fires itself up before we fall asleep. Was that proven in some experiment before?
I'm really lacking motivation to continue pumping out assignments and presentations week after week. I'm always worrying about deadlines and planning my time well only to finish everything at the last minute. I don't think it's my work attitude. I detest deadlines, that's all, but the bad thing is almost every line of work out there consists of deadlines.
I haven't thought about quitting, since I got everything to work out perfectly up until now, but I'm just not suited to life like this.
And it's not like I'll be better anywhere else, too.
I don't have anything else to say because everything is so fucking monotonous/cliched.
Hell, "I went out with xx today and got a new xx for my xx!!11!" is like everything my peers would write in their blogs. Even I succumb to this terrible habit sometimes.
So I'm just going to stop here.
I'm really lacking motivation to continue pumping out assignments and presentations week after week. I'm always worrying about deadlines and planning my time well only to finish everything at the last minute. I don't think it's my work attitude. I detest deadlines, that's all, but the bad thing is almost every line of work out there consists of deadlines.
I haven't thought about quitting, since I got everything to work out perfectly up until now, but I'm just not suited to life like this.
And it's not like I'll be better anywhere else, too.
I don't have anything else to say because everything is so fucking monotonous/cliched.
Hell, "I went out with xx today and got a new xx for my xx!!11!" is like everything my peers would write in their blogs. Even I succumb to this terrible habit sometimes.
So I'm just going to stop here.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Double the triple threat.
Everything just comes at the wrong time.
I'm digging my nose right now, simply meaning that I'm beating around the bush and what I've just said is also part of it.
The recent block/delete incident.
Where effort < time. I'd rather save time than to waste effort in talking, so that is both my answer and the solution to this neverending problem. Let's kick the hatred/rage/emo bullshit out too because it's not related in any way.
Topic closed for discussion. Try again next time.
The usual.
Food doesn't last and the sun never stops emitting dreaded light beams at us so it's the usual.
Banned: Adrenaline rush in a blood bath.
Save for everything that's burnt or dead already, there will be no bloodshed. While there are still problems trying to keep the neutrality within my own social circle, thy shall not harbor any resentment towards those whom I know and understand, and just those whom I know and understand.
Simply meaning, it does not include anyone before today, or otherwise, removed.
Ja.
I'm digging my nose right now, simply meaning that I'm beating around the bush and what I've just said is also part of it.
The recent block/delete incident.
Where effort < time. I'd rather save time than to waste effort in talking, so that is both my answer and the solution to this neverending problem. Let's kick the hatred/rage/emo bullshit out too because it's not related in any way.
Topic closed for discussion. Try again next time.
The usual.
Food doesn't last and the sun never stops emitting dreaded light beams at us so it's the usual.
Banned: Adrenaline rush in a blood bath.
Save for everything that's burnt or dead already, there will be no bloodshed. While there are still problems trying to keep the neutrality within my own social circle, thy shall not harbor any resentment towards those whom I know and understand, and just those whom I know and understand.
Simply meaning, it does not include anyone before today, or otherwise, removed.
Ja.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Rage level 80
CNY is fine.
Just felt detached after coming back and some of them just have to ruin it for me. Imagine not having enough sleep everyday consecutively for a whole month and someone attacks you with low grade sarcasm.
I don't give a fuck damn if my access is removed, since I don't really care to begin with. I treasure my real life more than my virtual one and I don't really feel any attachment to any of them out there.
What they don't know is that I'm a qualified block-delete-forget degree holder educated in the Byan Institution and also a record holder for highest amount of cuntrash eliminated from existence.
Gonna play my own game. Bye.
Just felt detached after coming back and some of them just have to ruin it for me. Imagine not having enough sleep everyday consecutively for a whole month and someone attacks you with low grade sarcasm.
I don't give a fuck damn if my access is removed, since I don't really care to begin with. I treasure my real life more than my virtual one and I don't really feel any attachment to any of them out there.
What they don't know is that I'm a qualified block-delete-forget degree holder educated in the Byan Institution and also a record holder for highest amount of cuntrash eliminated from existence.
Gonna play my own game. Bye.
Friday, February 16, 2007
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