Now remind yourself that, Clark. Remind yourself that you are at work and not supposed to be blogging.
I would always be that person who has a hard time connecting and building relationships with people because I am the not the nicest person you’ll meet. And yes, I won’t make much effort to be likable.
I don’t know if I’m stupid or a special kind of stupid to be expecting to find friends in here. YOU ARE AT WORK, FOR FUCK’S SAKE, you’re not in a summer camp expecting to gain a dozen of potential friends. Get of this site and work your ass off.
Friends don’t judge you and they take you as you are. The people you meet in the office are called colleagues for a reason.
I’m the curbside prophet and I have no choice but to suck it.
I promised myself never to rant about my job again and stop talking crap about it because I too am tired of all these annoyances from myself. This one I promise (and I hope) that it won’t go as far as there. Continue reading →
It’s me, and I’m not that fly in the wall anymore (at least), but still I believe this is not what I’m destined to be and this is also not the kind of job I wanna have in the long run. I somehow found my niche; I’m quite comfortable and now I’ve gotten used to working everyday around these people in this mundane room, and on this very computer. Yeah, still the wrong wall. Continue reading →
The past days– or whatever, I lost track of time — happened like a blur. Things have changed since I last posted in here. It was as if my life went into a major overhaul without me noticing it, until now. I look dead and lifeless, my brain is stressed out, and I have lost all sense of control. And that’s because I live in a cycle now just like a zombie.
Wake up at 7am.
Do my SP 7 hrs straight. (My college thesis)
School. (To present updates to my beloved please read though the sarcasm, help me! thesis adviser)
Relax a bit. Chill, dinner, whatever.
Get back home.
Slack a bit, watch a tv episode maybe.
Attempt to be productive, like do my sp.
Actually do my SP 5hrs straight.
Sleep for 2-3 hours.
I have always believed in zombie apocalypses, and I was always hoping I would be one of the survivors but here I am becoming one of the first people who has become a zombie. Help, I am turning into one. But why am I allowing myself to be one? Oh right, graduation. Which actually terrifies me contrary to popular belief. And that’s another issue.
So just let me just succumb to living life in a cycle– predictable, dull and boring actually, help me and get me out of here. Or maybe this is just the life that’s really ahead of me.
I am the curbside prophet. I am a programmer and I have no life.