Project Meetings
I hate having project meetings with highly incompetent people.
Incompetent team members come up with incompetent suggestions, and then when things inevitably don't fall into place, they place the blame on their incompetent luck.
During the course of the meeting, they'll be trying to meddle around their incompetent heads trying to sift through the incompetent thoughts that are incompetently floating around like a viscous shitty consist. *Drum Roll* And then they mutter an incompetent sound that's supposed to make up a sentence construct that goes something like "Uh.. Err.. I..." and they frown incompetently as they repeat the whole painful process while I formulate different ways of wringing their necks, since I have small hands and I can't do much with small hands apart from punch, and punching will just mess the place up (think of the poor cleaning aunties).
This is just the start of this incompetent meeting. We will not get anywhere, nothing will get done, and by the end the only knowledge I'd have gained from today is the odds of this weekend's derby between Pool and their lesser rivals.
Wow. I blogged after a long long absence. I've decided to set up another blog, just so that I can blog a few entries, let it die and then waste a few KB worth of space on the Blogger server. They can afford it. It would be a pointless assault on nothing. Like this meeting.
ROAR.
Things are getting too routine. Things are stagnating. I have no idea how to make things better.
It's just going downhill. Nothing to look forward to. Just the archaic Hope that always seems so deceptive.
Something needs to be done about this life. Ideas are none that I have.
Just disappointment. Sadness. And Hope.
Thought
I have stopped thinking for far too long. Thought has left me, and I intend to find it back.
School is not helping. It doesn't make me think of the things that matter. It makes me think of all the pointless things like how IT can rule the world and make all the somewhat-half-assed computer geeks rich. People in tech-like and business programs are really driven - towards the same things. Few see differently. It's quite sad really.
I realised that in my 30 weeks at uni I havn't had one intellectually-stimulating conversation. It doesn't even have to be about philosophy, governance, conspiracy or anything in particular. It could just be an exchange,a true exchange, of views backed by proper knowledge and evidence. The only exchanges I've had are in the classroom where people want to score on participation points.
This is really quite distressing. I need to seek stimulation. Maybe I shall go provoke someone for the fun of it. See what comes out of it.
Afterburn
Many things have happened in the past 2 weeks and I think it's time to refocus on the main issues in my life, instead of let myself get distracted with all the things that are going on.
First thing's first, to make right my first year anniversary. I've already got something worked out in my head.. hehe.
After that, I need to catch up on sleep. I've found myself starting to burn out, and I desperately need the rest. It's never been easy for me being in school, since I somehow always find myself sleeping late, even when I have little to do. It's just a cycle that doesn't want to stop. I'm at no fault whatsoever.
Tomorrow's presentation should be a smooth-sailing one. I'm looking forward to what's happening after the presentation. Lunch with friend, gym with another friend, second lunch, stupid talk where I can go ther and do nothing but chat on msn or skype, then dinner with someone very special. Hopefully the night will bring with it joyous moments of interaction.
I'm already starting to get delirious. I had instant porridge just now. The term flash freezed porridge keeps on popping up in my head. Somehow. I added Marmite to it. I'm supposedly a marmot now. My msn display picture is a marmot on top of a bottle of marmite, although its name has been changed to marmot. I like that picture. It says a thousand words. That's what they say.
I'm really hoping and praying that the weekend and following week will bring with it much joy. There has been too much anger and sadness over the past 2 weeks. There're unresolved issues.. things that I'm unable to do anything about. However, there is somehting I can do. Keep my integrity and pride. I will not accede my pride to someone who doesn't deserve it. More so now than ever. But that's not the point is it. HOwever, there're always a few points.
I fucking despise and hate him. He's been causing all this shit. Honestly, no one needs shit like that. And he's making me indirectly involved with his shit. Fuck him. Fuck him to hell. Oh wait, I don't think he should even be in hell. Scum.. scum scum scum scum scum
I need to sleep now. It's been a fucked up week. But it's all good now...
Yesterday...
The ability to look back at what we've done has always seemed to fascinate people.
So what did I do yesterday?
I finished class at 12. I was at the lounge at 1230, all the way till 730. 3 different groups of people came down to join me at different times. Are these friends? Or just people who need help?
Does it matter? Everyone needs help sometimes. I should set up shop there, offer my services by the hour.
A classmate asked me to summarise the sentence "People are usually flexible in many ways, but they should never compromise their values and beliefs" into 3 words. I stared at it for 5 seconds, and told her "Keep It Real". I found that blood hilarious and retarded, but she went ahead and used it for her heading anyway. Sometims I really wonder what goes through their minds. Ok I don't want to know.
We made good yesterday, and I'm happy. Not everything has to be this painful. There's enough pain going around, emanating from people who cause it to others on purpose. I have done no such thing with the intention of causing any pain, so why. It doesn't make sense.
Fell asleep around 430 at the lounge. I woke up to this girl plopping herself down next to me. I told her to move away cos I wanted space to stretch and sprawl. I hate people I don't like taking my space. Only a certain elect few are allowed to do that.
I met the ex for dinner. I had an agenda. She didn't. The food was at least half-decent. As compared to something from the kopitiam in school. Really now. Someone should come up with the concept or revamping the food scene in schools. It's really getting too annoying and boring how school food always has to taste like shit.
I met Jason after. He showed me the satisfaction of being in a turbocharged again. I've forgotten whawt it feels like, and settled for VTEC. No more. I have a new aim. If I'm to die ever in a car accident, it will not be in a VTEC. Sure, superficial and himbotic. whatever. I like can already.
Spent the rest of the evening mucking about with somehting that was long overdue. The end result looks like shit. My intentions were good. This is getting to be a pattern. I'm starting to wonder if every aspect of my life's gonna be like that. Good intentions, shit results.
Finally slept after receiving a message from my beloved baby about how she had to wake up to answer the call of nature. No, not that call of nature. THE OTHER ONE. The big one.
And, finally, I'm here again. Another day ahead of me, just waiting to be made.
