再無下次了!

真的受夠了!
幫人替槍真難...
要不然是答應了人家
我也應該會中途放棄吧
一篇兩千字的文也得寫整個星期
拜托... 一整個星期呢...
原來幫人寫東西是那麽難的
而且那種平時有的滿足感也消失了
只有那種做完了就算的得過且過感覺
這次真的收山了!
不過認識我的你們不用慌
我也是照樣會為你們改文跟給意見的
不過要我整篇文一手包辦的話就免了
... 以後真的真的...
... 不會再做槍手...

Quote of the Month

CH 說:man
CH 說:being a gunner sucks
Eden 說:lol running low on ammo?
CH 說:just tiring
CH 說:words are my bullets
CH 說:i will never run low on them
Eden 說:lol that sounds like a "quote of the month" you can put on your blog

Well, Eden said that this should be the quote of the month.
@ 24/3/2009 20:10

"Words are my bullets. I will never run low on them."

... sounds lame...

Nostalgic... yeah, so?

Maybe I'm not the only one who gets this kind of sentiments. Somehow, I believe everyone wanted to relive a certain part of their lives. Same goes with me. It's not that I want to time travel or anything, but at the very least let those fading memories be more vivid. I won't say that I am someone who is outspoken or anything near that, but there's always these ideas and methodologies which starts to self manipulate whenever some conversation or exchanging of ideas is triggered somewhere. It can be some lousy broadcast from the news, most of which I have the habit of mouthing vulgarities, or perhaps some newspaper article, which I hate reading since newspapers are more editor orientated than reader. It can even be some eavesdropping from anyplace, and most of the time I need at least some efforts to keep myself from saying the word 'idiots' out loud. Pardon me if I seem nonsensical like I always do, but the professor promised in class to give out essay questions this afternoon and he utterly forgot about all that again. Great...

Where were we? Oh yea, the part on eavesdropping. Perhaps I am born with this kind of weird, or uncommon at least, ability to think of anything and comment on anything that's under the sky, literally, since I know nuts about outer space... maybe I used to since there are loads of Chinese astronomical books lying around the house, though I must have forgotten about it all. Anyway, whenever these kind of weirdo ability comes up, which is normally anytime, I will spend time thinking of the matter of concern. Oh well, not really much of a concern since it wouldn't have anything to do with me, but it's still fun to ponder about things that are pretty much random and debatable. Yep, perhaps the phrase self-debate is pretty much appropriate here. So whenever these kind of weird stream of consciousness triggers in my brain, most likely caused by some off charts chemical reaction though I won't really care, I will go on thinking for hours, thoroughly most likely not days unless its kind of personal and important. You can call these spacing out or day dreaming, call it whatever you like. But after a few rounds of mental debates, the conclusion which pops up at the back of my brain is always not something which I would have thought of from the beginning. So this links back to the topic. I've always wanted to live every part of my life again. Yep, just to bring all these debating results and pointers back to my former self so I can at least make a clearer stand.

This kinda effect always happens, mostly during some everyday chat or everyday discussion. Oh and after handing in assignments, essays that is, too. Though it is quite pointless to think about these kind of possibility of reliving any moment. I've forgotten from where, but there's once where a psychologist said that even if somehow everything were to occur again, at any time and any place in the past, the exact same thing will happen again. True or not, I'm not sure, but I don't want to debate it at the back of my head. Why? Well, I'm just plain lazy~

債

話都沒說 就快又一個學期了
期中考都查不都考完了
上學年的血債
今年還得多少就多少吧
過了這幾個月
又會是另外一個交叉點
希望這一次能選的人會是我吧
有某某某些東東我也挺想做的
不過 最重要的是起碼讓我離開這個人間地獄
太誇張了吧?
不以爲然吧...
畢竟這個空間的存活率都低得很
是地獄沒錯了啦
只要跑路得了
只要不用再看到我最討厭的那一堆東西
應該也算是升仙了
這幾天跟平常一樣
不愛説第一句話的習慣又出現了
很多次想開口說
很多次想表達
可是口總是結結巴巴的
開不了口
只在那裏做個旁觀者
有時候躲在這世界的一角
聆聽著風的脈搏
管擦著草的舞姿
也未免是件坏事
可也總得開開口吧
想吃了黃蓮塘一樣的...
算了啦
把所有的思緒都灌進來這裡
也可以說是對自己的一個交待吧
話説起來
今天應該出第二份文的題啊...
唉... 又是另外一批債要還的...

遊戲

每套遊戲都有自己的規則, 自己既玩法. 進入這遊戲就是玩家, 就要以遵守這規則和玩法的前提下求存. 當然, 每套規則都有自己的灰色地帶. 而尋找這灰色地帶會是某些玩家的使命, 因爲也許這就是到此遊戲的天堂的捷徑. 也許沒段旅程都是一個遊戲. 小學是, 中學是, 大學也是. 要生存, 就好認識裏面的灰色地帶, 認定那些可做, 那些不可做. 因爲每個遊戲都有到達終點的最快捷經. 是衝殺也好, 行捷徑也好, 用編程都好, 只要不犯規, 任何方法都可以成爲天堂的必經之路.

文何價?

以前總會覺得自己沒有什麽專長
總會覺得有今天都可能沒明天
也許這種心態已經在這繁忙的年頭給弄丟了
但最讓自己意想不到的是
以前自己最爛的技能 最爛的科目
竟可能成爲我賺第一塊錢的技能
也許所收的錢不多 區區那幾百塊
根本就不足以掛齒
但是有誰能夠理解成經因爲一科語文而入不到大學
成經給所有老師指名說爛到無可救藥的廢物學生
竟然可以以那一科為本而第一次賺錢
雖然錢不多 但這也可能是最讓人意想不到的吧?
會考跟高考的時候, 最爛的科目可以說是這個英文了
而回想過去 自己的語文程度又有進步了多少呢?
怎麽想也覺得現在跟以前的我並非判若兩人吧
也是同一個身軀, 同一個靈魂
怎會不一樣呢?
也許世界就是那麽的奇怪
現在的強, 可能是日後的無能
以前的弱, 可能會是現在的皇
一篇千多字的文 別所是幫人寫那麽誇張啦
就連自己做完自己那一篇已經很了不起了啦
現在不但要顧自己那份
還得幫一大堆人做
是以前的或或許已經頭暈了
不過一篇屁話會值幾百塊
算了啦 現在又不是投稿
只是常常賺錢的滋味而已
又可以幫到那一堆懶蟲
何樂而不爲呢?

回想過去 確認現在
最困難的挑戰會有最充實的收穫
張不可能的任務化爲可能
這也許是自我進步的必經之路

A thousand and two hundred word essay

A a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a.

文

好像很久沒用中文來寫些什麽了吧
這幾天突然覺得自己寫東西的次數變多了
無論是學校需要交的文章也好
是那些英文文學的所謂論文也好(所謂論文... 哪有真的論文會是千多字那麽少的?)
甚至是哪一堆幫別人寫的屁話
幫別人改的文都好
都總是離不開寫文章這幾個字
拜托, 我的文筆也不見得會有一種非同凡響的吸引力囖...
也只不過是凡夫俗子一個
寫的文也寥寥得很
幹嗎整天牽著我要我幫你們寫東寫西的?
真的搞不懂呢...
寫一兩千個字而已嘛
根本沒什麽值得鼓舞的
所以我整天說
如果你打一千次 "a ", 然後再加個句號
你就會有一個一千字的文章了啦
就是那麽簡單嘛
所以說字數是沒意義的囖
寫得多, 只能說你屁話比較多
其他就沒了
屁話多也不代表你成績會好得那裏去
算了吧
以後有什麽跟作文有關的東東
別來找我了!

Deadline...?

One of my uni friend once said that university is about meeting deadlines. Well, I seriously doubted his theory as deadlines has never been an issue to me. Nevertheless, first time ever in uni, I am facing this certain deadline here which looks a bit too unreasonable. 2 days to hand in 6 maths questions??? The prof seriously think that we are some kinda gifted child programme or whatsoever eh? Seriously, for those who simply copy homework, it won't make a difference for them. But for those who does their homework honestly, they can seriously consider pointing their middle fingers at the prof and say "you suck!".