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Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Hello World

Hello computer. Hello outside world. Hello technology. I feel so liberated after living the life of a cave-woman for the past 2 weeks. FINALLY! A COMPUTER!! Haha. Ok, I might be exaggerating. But I've been so up to my nose in school work and projects that I barely have time to rekindle my feelings for my beloved CPU. So I'm taking every chance I have to update this blog in case it becomes defunct.

On hindsight, living like a cave-woman has its pros though. Like, if you set your eyes on a mate, you just "bong" him (or her, in the case of the guys) over the head with your club and drag him/her back to your cave. OR, you can just keep drawing all over the walls and never get caught for vandalism. We can wear real furs without getting our faces splashed all over "Wanted" posters by the Animal Protection Society (NOT that I'm into furs anyway. Just a tongue-in-cheek look at stuff. Just so the Animal Rights people don't go marching up to my house and burning it down.). We never have to shave (TAKE THAT GILETTE!! Is that how you spell it?!).

As much as I love school (You realise I have a way of switching topics like that *snaps fingers*), I hate the workload. But then again, without workload, it wouldn't be called school. Anyway, get this: We were handed Project A, which we had 2 weeks to complete, and at the end of Week 1, our lecturer handed us Project B, which was due 3 days before Project A is. On top of that, we had to complete 9 drawings due as well. That's the gist of it. My life in school. Gross. And our lecturers assured us with smiles that it'll just get worse. Sadistic bunch. But I love them. They are the nicest lecturers around. If they weren't nice, I'll probably have already gone stark raving mad.

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