Let me start this post by saying that I want to write this as emo-less as possible. Even if all I'm feeling right now makes me want to crawl under a rock and stay there until said rock crushes me, I don't want to go emo. Rage is a better option, but I'm too sobered up to even let myself fly off the handle.
It's actually hard. I mean, it's so easy dealing with things if you let emotions get ahead of you. Emo people have their cut cut stab stab tiem, angry raging beasts get to beat something up. While I am just sitting in the corner, doing my own business while cancerous thingies chew me from the inside out.
I couldn't even express my own despair properly - like my fail attempt earlier which sent me into utter OTL the whole day, making me kick random things as I walked my way home - so in order to avoid looking like a royal idiot I just make myself...happy.
:3
Strangeways, here I come.
OTL. OTL. orz. Whatever.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Thinking in triangles
Before the teambuilding seminar, it was all about being defensive against squares. As we walked away from the activity, all pumped up in cholesterol, it all turned into fear of triangles.
Don't even bother trying to make sense of it all.
My department jumped into this strange, cholesterol-laden team building activity, set in a resthouse overlooking the sea, complete with a freaky Papa Jesus statue. No team building activity is complete without a freaky Papa Jesus statue looking at the participants, but I digress.
This particular team building is actually my first, and I was expecting something along the lines of getting paid while swimming, or rolling around in sand. It's just too bad that it really did turn out to be an actual team building exercise, something so mentally and physically strenuous that it even caused my anemic faint spells to recur several years after my last attack. God damn it.
But why mentally, you ask? There's nothing actually mentally tasking in the exercises; most of the activities are just all about knowing what your left and you right are while walking around blindfolded, making sure that I don't trip in my boots. But staying in a place full of people I'd rather see only during wurk tiem - redundant STRESS on 'only' - pretty much sent me with my back against the wall trying to gnash my teeth and act the way how normal people would act.
Not only was I sent falling to the ground due to utter exhaustion, I also became that person to be always the first to sleep, missing out on various activities. Not that I minded, of course. It's just too bad that I slept through the creepy parts, except that time when our big boss's face suddenly hovered above mine, while I was lying awake on a dark and stormy 4:00 am playing with my DS.
Damn, that was creepy.
In any case, we're now trying to synthesize the things that we learned during team building. Yes, now we know that conflicts must be acknowledged, that that they all must be dealt with, direct and swift to the point.
We have resolved to confront our certain co-worker whose existence sends our gaydar senses a-tingling, and tell him that the utter tightness of his pants is causing the random downtimes of our servers, and hopefully bring closure to the goddamn issue.
Oh, lawd.
I'd love to actually explain the bit about the squares and the triangles, but I think my co-worker will do a better job at it. I'll just link his post when he does.
Don't even bother trying to make sense of it all.
My department jumped into this strange, cholesterol-laden team building activity, set in a resthouse overlooking the sea, complete with a freaky Papa Jesus statue. No team building activity is complete without a freaky Papa Jesus statue looking at the participants, but I digress.
This particular team building is actually my first, and I was expecting something along the lines of getting paid while swimming, or rolling around in sand. It's just too bad that it really did turn out to be an actual team building exercise, something so mentally and physically strenuous that it even caused my anemic faint spells to recur several years after my last attack. God damn it.
But why mentally, you ask? There's nothing actually mentally tasking in the exercises; most of the activities are just all about knowing what your left and you right are while walking around blindfolded, making sure that I don't trip in my boots. But staying in a place full of people I'd rather see only during wurk tiem - redundant STRESS on 'only' - pretty much sent me with my back against the wall trying to gnash my teeth and act the way how normal people would act.
Not only was I sent falling to the ground due to utter exhaustion, I also became that person to be always the first to sleep, missing out on various activities. Not that I minded, of course. It's just too bad that I slept through the creepy parts, except that time when our big boss's face suddenly hovered above mine, while I was lying awake on a dark and stormy 4:00 am playing with my DS.
Damn, that was creepy.
In any case, we're now trying to synthesize the things that we learned during team building. Yes, now we know that conflicts must be acknowledged, that that they all must be dealt with, direct and swift to the point.
We have resolved to confront our certain co-worker whose existence sends our gaydar senses a-tingling, and tell him that the utter tightness of his pants is causing the random downtimes of our servers, and hopefully bring closure to the goddamn issue.
Oh, lawd.
I'd love to actually explain the bit about the squares and the triangles, but I think my co-worker will do a better job at it. I'll just link his post when he does.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Randomly Coherent, or Coherently Random: Take Your Pick
There's a certain forum thread that I frequent (I'm sure most if not all readers of this blog know which thread I'm talking about), and I'm always amused with how random - yet coherent - convos there turn out.
Someone posts a link to a poorly made "horror" video clip, which gives a new meaning to horror flicks.PWN.
H: It's one of the worst computer generated ghosts I've seen in my entire life. Bad wardrobe too, like Mel Gibson can make a movie out of it.
R: If you want people to get really scared tell them one of those "HONEY, I'M TWO WEEKS LATE" kind of stories. I almost crap my pants every time I think of hearing that line.
H: @R - Yah, me too. Especially when I haven't done anything at all.
Me: - Immaculate Conception ftw. That, or it's the Invisible Man's fault.
H: Yah. It's God, most probably.
Me: Anyone can be a "god". That pet name is actually overused, what with people calling others "god" while in the throes of having sex. Damn it, god. Oh god.
R: Next time people ask you about biblical figures put to the test by God, instead of looking at Job and Abraham, look at Joseph, a carpenter whose greatest achievement in life is the one nail he didn't pound.
J: ghost clips > pregnancy > God
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Last time I heard...
the word "friend" wasn't something to be taken for granted.
If I call you my friend, then consider yourself special...in my case, at least.
But does the same thing apply to me if you call me your friend?
If I call you my friend, then consider yourself special...in my case, at least.
But does the same thing apply to me if you call me your friend?
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