My thoughts

A smile can go a long way to make somebody's day speacial. Last week i was feeling a bit low on stuff i had to do but couldn't you know what i mean. Walking home from school hoping to have a big chuck of chocolate cake and watch a nice chick flick movie to just take my mind off things, this handsome stranger on his bicycle smiled at me as he passed by me. All of a sudden everything felt right the world was ok and i didn't feel all alone anymore. I decided to try and bring the same joy that that sweet stranger brought to me. Note the key word is TRY. I am not much of a 'smiler' i dont know how to do it well. Even in my happiest days i look very serious not my fault just the way i am. In every good deed there is always the down side of things. I smiled at this guy like i do to everybody i met today. Unfortunately he thought that was a come hither from me that just crushed me cause that is not the effect i want. I want the world to have a bit of happiness even if its j...

Today i gave myself a break. More or less like starting my weekend early. Although this weekend will not be all fun and play. I was given a second chance at my dragon slaying i still have till monday before i give account. I have been lazy this past one week with my gym sessions. I had a plan to lose 10kg before the year ends. Although my gym instructor told me if i still want to look 'healthy' i have to lose onyy 3kg. I didnt know for one to lose weight you have to gain it first (muscle building they say). It kind of reminds me of love. If you love something you have to let it go. If it yours it will always come back. As from next week i will definately be faithful to my gym, if for nothing else Iget to see hot guys working out. I always thought ladies were the only ones that worked hard for their appearance but the men have it rough. The poor guys after going through so much stress at the gym, lifting all those weight, running all those kilometers on a trademill, the girl he ...

Woke up this morning and the first words that came out of my mouth were " OMG i'm late". This was at 9:30 am. I didnt know i could make shower, dress up and make lunch within 25min but i did it and i was off to school to tackle the great dragon: MATLAB. I write it in upper case just so you know how much this programing has reduced my almost non exisitent social life to zero. I am sure my house mates think i moved or something i bet they wonder where the loud music comes from. 6:06pm i am still in my little cubic, still not killed the dragon i have 16hrs to go before i am summoned by the mighty lord (my supervisor) to give account of what i have been doing with all free intenet, office (i.e the cubicle), electricity (actually that is not really a benefit but you never know) and free coffee (which i never drink, as strange as it sounds i function better without it, i dont need it anywhere i rarely sleep). I am the word stressed personified. I think MATLAB i dream MATLAB ...

Learning new things can be a very painful experience, especially if you are not getting the results you want instantly. That is what is happening to me right now. I'm learning how to use MATLAB. I wonder why my undergrad univerisity never taught that instead they insisted on teaching FORTRAN. I do have a flu today but i have to complete what i started. There is nothing much going on in my head except the programming i have to do and that is not interesting at all. I hope to finish and get on with my life doing what i like to do best watching movies. Talking about movies i loved Iron man 2, right now all i wish for is his brain. Are there really people that talented in this world? If there are then i'll love to meet them.

Hi everyone, I am new at this but i want to express myself in someway since i am stuck in a small cubicle for an office for 12hrs every day. Nothing exciting happens but i can still imagine and think i hope that counts. There is something about schools that just makes me sad. A perfect monday morning, the sun is up, the birds are singing and everything looks beautiful and wonderful. As I get out of bed to enjoy this day, i remember i have to go the school. Its boring enough that i am through with undergrad, i still wonder why i choose to do masters. i hate my project or should i say my research topic, actually i have no idea what it is all about. No matter how much i put into my work my supervisor thinks i am not doing enough. I left my country thinking things will be different and school will be more fun. As it turns out i was wrong. For the next one week i am going to be writing my reseach proposal for the topic i hate, lets see how well that will go.