"... he told her, she means more to him than anything else in this world, she told her she didn't like 'this'. he asked her what does 'this' mean, she didn't like him ? she didn't like the statement or just the fact that he told her what he felt ? she didn't reply and looked away, her face basking in the golden sunlight , her hair brushing against her face, her ruddy cheeks now more prominent ..."
6 in the evening, frustrated, I type "ant" on my machine, a darker than black screen sputters some white characters at a unreadable pace. last time a missed a quote somewhere, before that forgot to add the correct prefix and before that someone changed something that screwed everything and pissed off everyone.'SUCCESS' fuckin' sweet success, done , i can go home that is if I want to, this is my life as a so called developer.
everyday I race against time, 9 o' clock in the morning, to reach my workstation in the 5th floor of a huge building where I try to debug old bugs and write new bugs. I get lunch around half past one and I spent quite sometime trying to figure out how to play Foosball. I keep on getting better at kicking some ass and taking kicks in the ass and everyday I see myself becoming a more annoying person.
A friend once asked me whether I like this. I told that NOW this means more to me than anything else in this world. She told me that she doesn't like 'this'. I asked what does 'this' mean ...
and this played in my earphones
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