voices within (sounds like FF4 - The Spirits within... come to think of it.. Maybe the "Ghost of SPSS within") - Shit i'm going crazy. help me.

F*** You.

yes.

If you're doing this to spite me, you're only going get yourself into deeper shit.

it doent matter for me now as the ordeal is over. i'm pretty much the impassionate ice-queen as i used to be, and i'll remain it this way for a long long time to come.

had a nice talk with nicky didi last night... lolz.. havnt talk for so long for such a long time... was doing my project and talking to him as well, kinda made me happier having someone to accompany me while i worked through the night.

no.

If you're thinking that something up there has to do with my emotions, nope. i'm saying this on behalf of someone.

anywayz, today is the project dateline. as usual, i'm feeling rather meloncholoy, which explains my style of writing.
in my entire life, i have NEVER. EVER. written such a long report before. nor have i bothered to read one, unless they contain gaming strategies.

yes.

i am a nerd, but at least i know more then 1 person on earth cares for me.



shit. the ghost of SPSS is here to haunt me again.
consuming my midnight oil, coming up with irrelevent MRSETS excuse so as not to do my frequencies and tabulations. and worst of all, hanging my computer in the middle of the night.

can you believe it?
my computer hanged.

a computer that can take the maximum capacity of Quake III, Doom III, Warcraft III, and of course Civilization III (dont you love the thing with all those "III"), smoothly, without lag and flicker.

while my computer can hang with a mere stupid statistic program such as SPSS.

it must be my close bond with this machine.


waiting for Timothy to wake up now. Finished my executive summary... all we have to do now is run through the final set a few more times, and we're all ready to hand up.

this are the final moments
4
3
2
1...

zzzz...... (arrgh... shoot.. eye bags, i'm going to get out some cucumber)



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