"you are running on reserve battery power"

for goodness sake. am i dealing with a cub here, or is she a bait? now i know that perfect company management is a total myth. look at me, managing a creature with half a mind humans have and she is being some beast that a single hand could not possibly tame!

i took the cub to her afternoon walk. i feed her stories she wished to find, right from her favorite book - the one i gave her. now retire to your sleep, little cub, please. i'll follow you suit after i devour this mess you've made out of a sequence problem. 

signed, a worn out logical drive.

ps: turns out it wasn't a total mess. wow.

Me: "(shifting awkwardly) I need some inspiration.."

 

Voice from somewhere unknown: "(giggles) It's coming." :D

A Little Rant

As I write this post, I'm very, very tempted to insert a link to a really fascinating speech I just read. But of course, "only a solipsist or, what is much the same thing, a narcissist, would think that what he or she had for lunch would be of wider interest; and only those with vacuous minds would be interested." 

Therefore I shall not. 

Instead, maybe I'll just put a piece of my mind from the time when I was reading some notes on a particular global establishment: "This ______ is so great, it's practically grating on my nerve."

Perhaps I'm going slightly mad today. Oh well, good night.

What the hell am I doing at this ungodly hour

Yes. What the hell.
I've been unwell for the past two days and, (oh, hi!) I'm still wide awake now.
Oh the stress.

Exams had come and gone. Reliefs had come. Dreadful realities had come.
*sigh. Life.

Surely, some people will yell at me again for sleeping too late and failing to regulate my life cycle tomorrow.
Definitely, even if I manage to recover from this cold, I will feel damn horrible in the morning because of this perpetual low blood pressure.
And here I am, wondering if tomorrow will really come. (._.)

Really, I have to stop being so unreasonable and get some logic in for the sake of my work.
Good night, world.

an sms to Fate, a friend of mine

YES, I am writing about a person with a bloody sorry excuse for a luck.

NO, I am not asking for a first hand experience.

"What doesn't kill you will make you stronger", maybe, but there is hardly an urgent need for me to become a superman. Please correct your perception and be more considerate next time.

Thank you very much. See you again.