OKay I’m not making sense anymore, by just seeing the title?
I’m blogging much more these few days as I have a lot to think about, and sometimes it’s hard to talk to someone about it because I am so confusing anyway – writing it helps. And finishing the thesis has left me too much time with just me, and my computer, so here I am..
It’s quite an interesting day, with the highlight of picking up my powerbook – they changed the screen, the keyboard, and logicboard (which attached the usb and other hubs) and I feel like I have a new mac! That’s pretty cool considering I’m gonna stick with it for at least another year. Don’t know what you think about macbook – but honestly and truthfully I don’t like the keyboard and the built-in camera – well if you’re a guy maybe you don’t care, but it’s pretty nerve-racking to have a camera that you can’t really cover while you’re changing clothes. Okay okay, I know if the camera is on the light is on – but who knows? If I were a hacker, I would love to hack into all the cameras and spook the green light so that I’ll get to know what’s going on behind all the macs…
Right. So Cath, what’s the point of writing this blog? Well it’s a long story. I’ve been quite angry recently, about people in my life that give me too much stress. As much as I don’t want them to affect my emotional well-being, they somehow link to people who mean something to me. that’s tricky. Have you ever talked to someone who just won’t listen? And whenever they get a chance they would just press on their opinion? Right. Something like that. Also it’s about respect again – there are times you know people who are heartless, but you don’t want to deal with them. Incidentally you did, so what do you do next? Ignore them? But your ID tells you to bite them. Your Ego tells you to yell at them. And your Superego tells you that they are wrong. That’s it – every single pore, vein and cell in your body is reacting to the anger boiling through your soul. What do you do?
Right. You blog. And as much as you don’t understand what you’re writing, it doesn’t stop you from feeling better.
Man I miss writing crap.
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