Monthly Archives: January 2002

Back. For Good?

“Even heroes have the right to bleed” – Five For Fighting, Superman

So I usually don’t use other people’s quotes in my blog. So I don’t even use my quotes in my blog consistently. I originally planned to, anyway – I’d write a quote, and talk all about it, and the events/stories that happened that made me coin that quote. My blog was supposed to be like that.

Where have I been? Why haven’t I blogged? Simple. As of late, I was destressing a different way – playing computer games, be it Max Payne, Quake 3 Arena Instagib, Counter-Strike, or even the dangerously addictive Spider Solitaire.

I’d come home with a weird feeling of having not accomplished anything, like something was not right. Nothing was wrong, but I still felt that the air was uncalm. I’d come back with low self-esteem, with a strong feeling to rant (and blog!) but I went for computer games. I forgot about blogging temporarily.

It was a trained reflex. While waiting for my computer to connect to the Internet, I’d play Spider Solitaire instead of doing something more productive. Whenever I got stuck, or braindead, I’d load up Hard difficulty and prove once again that that was a lesson in futility. That was not good.

Back to the topic – me! (Who else?) I’ve been feeling depressed lately, on and off, over a few SMSes, and over certain incidents. No particular incident was solely responsible for me being down; it was a few totally unrelated incidents coming together in ironic ways to give me a combined message.

Only now I can write about it. Why? My computer is still too slow for the games I want to play. I am seriously considering a major upgrade, once I know precisely what to get.

But then again, having a slow computer (a 486 for 6 years until the end of 1998!) helped me develop my skills as a programmer and debugger.

I haven’t been online on my home PC for a week. My siblings have screwed the phone bill with their daily Neopet feeding. I don’t just hate the site because it’s addictive, I hate it because I may someday have to take part in such a huge-scale project.

Ugh. I just took a Spider Solitaire break. I have to dissasociate boredom and slow connections with Windows games.

Drat – I can’t even remember what I wanted to type, having spanned this over thunder and a whole day of sleep! Nevermind then, enjoy my latest article, My First Clubbing Experience!

Thinking Dark – This Weekend

Let’s have a meeting (meeting)
Yes I reply
You leave me for some matter you can’t deny
Changing your mind
Conveniently timed
To explain your decline
All I know (all I know)
Unforseen circumstancing
Naturally it will be occurring
Watch me wait by to the end of the day
No solitude, I pray

I wait and wail (I wait and wail)
I’d look out below
To meet my friend the punctual shadow
Trying to have fun, but it has no glow
Wasted it all just to have more woe (have more woe)

Refrain:
I kept everything inside and even though I fried
I didn’t depart
I lingered proudly so unbudgingly
Waiting aimlessly for the time that (you can’t depart)

Chorus:
You can’t depart
Or go that far
This weekend
You leave me for some matter
I had to call
To know it all
This weekend
You leave me for some matter

Meeting, I don’t know why
You leave me for some matter you can’t deny
Changing your mind
Conveniently timed
To remind myself how
You’d just depart (you’d just depart)
In spite of the fact you invited me
Next thing I queued up alone for entry
You were having no transport to the city
I’m surprised – you had a car (you had a car)
Things go the way things weren’t planned for
You wouldn’t even predict problems anymore
Not that you knew it back then
But it all comes back to me
This weekend (this weekend)

Refrain
Chorus

Bridge:
I see no dust from you
With no car you’re a no-show
I am pissed
Because you disappear like so

Bridge
Chorus

Caught For Stealing – Kleptoman

I can’t stand to buy
I’m not that wealthy
Fingers are itchy
For better larceny

I’ve more than true words… I know they’ve complained
More than some shady face looking so vain
It’s not easy thievery

Wish that I could swipe
Those gadgets are ripe
Find a way to free
Out of hands dear property

It may sound absurd… but don’t be naive
Even liars get the right to lead
I may be disturbed… but won’t you concede
Because liars know how to mislead
It’s not easy thievery

Grab, flick, take away… away for free
Well it’s all right… you don’t know it’s gone till night
I am sleazy… and vanishing…

I can’t stand to buy
I’m not that wealthy
If caught I deny
That daylight robbery

I’m only a man with my money deplete
Looking for more victims I easily cheat
I’m only a man who can simply swindle
Looking for fancy things to embezzle

To embezzle (X4)

I’m only a man with my money deplete
I’m only a man who can simply cheat
I’m only a man with my money deplete
And it’s not easy

It’s not easy thievery

System Always Down – Drop Day

Back up (back up)
Grab a mouse and draw a little flowchart
Hide the bars and look away to act smart
Why’s primary keys not in the table?
Here you go create another table

(You wanted to) SQL – I put on a little conjob
(You wanted to) ASP – I copied a table drop
(You wanted to) 5 page report Monday on the table
(You wanted to)

I don’t think you trust, in, my
Self-taught programming skills,
I cry, when I don’t have the most kills

Screw up (screw up)
Take time off to play a little NASCAR
Jump on ramps to fly away past the star
Why’d you leave the door up to the swivel
Don’t you know that we are techie people?

(You wanted to) Grab a form and go down to meet the techie
(You wanted to) Clear the cache to flush away the proxy
(You wanted to) Why reboot server? It is not stable
(You wanted to)

I don’t think you trust, in, my
Self-taught programming skills
I cry, when I don’t have the most kills
In, my self-taught programming skills
I cry, when I don’t have the most kills

Beta (testing)
Deadline (coming)
Office (freezing)
PC (crashing)
Codes better be done at the end of the day
Codes better be done – why have you forsaken me?
In your site, forsaken me
In your scripts, forsaken me
In your code, forsaken me

Oh, trust, in, my self-taught programming skills
I cry, when I don’t have the most kills
In my self-taught programming skills
I cry, when I don’t have the most kills