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Wednesday, February 10, 2010

yesterday, this time, i was rushing through my project, trying to figure out the reason why a website software could just immediately decide to delete a web page on its own accord? was it that time of the month?

but i really can't help feeling that sometimes we are smothered by the society's expectations and are definitions of success, which causes us to forget what life really is about. what are we living for? examinations? school can only teach so much. it's the moment you're out of the confines of the four walls, restricted to a overhead projector unit, a whiteboard and an incessant habit of being taught how to pass a test that you learn that it's seriously a different world out there. it's vicious. it'll eat you alive. and that especially if you're wanting to break out and be something more, to put it in a very loose word, successful. i mean, we are always ready to claw our way and step on people just to get the fatter paycheck, to bring home the more expensive piece of meat, to be prepared to place an immediate deposit on the apartment in ardmore park. to hell with the people who savour the breaths of life. breathe on your own time. either you lose or you snooze. i'm not in the working industry yet, but i'm very keen into understanding more of this.

okay and i've gotta say this. i didn't want to bring this up today but, has anyone of you seen the show "Beauty Files". if you haven't, please do go and see it. i urge you. only after watching it would you realise why that show should probably be given the most horrible death of a tv show that can ever be thought of. i dunno whether what i said make sense but, heck. the show's probably scripted. the people interviewed have probably the worst english ever known to man. and the way, the tone of saying it all. it's so fake. it's exactly how a kindergarten kid would speak like. like a word at a time. and the host, angela may, she ain't hot, and nor does she cause eargasm. more like ear-pain. and the questions she asked, it's probably the reason why our intellectual level is declining.

alright, gotta squeeze more information into my brain by doing my accounting later. i can't help it but feel that i've really no time. and now i'm wondering, why am i online? why? oh god, why? but kinda feeling sleepy-ish. yawning in front of the computer now. stupid web site project. if i have to deal with more of those IT-related modules, i swear i'm going to, well, what can i do? i just have to do it, don't i? i could choose not to flunk it. but where do i go? how am i supposed to buy my Lamborghini Murchielago when i've already calculated and planned my paying scheme. i've already found out how much is the deposit.



x Nav ran as fast as he could


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