Netlab woes
I dislike these past few days so much, I feel angry woodpeckers in my tummy--butterfiles won't do. It's because I've been unproductive in my Systems Administration subject because I can't keep up with the rest of the class with my f*cked up computer. Why?
- Can't use fedora because it keeps on saying it's got crc error, so nag-telnet nalang ko using WinXP... now the next problem is...
- I have VERY limited access in my appserver account so I cannot create or manage users, grroups, and all... While my teacher is saying, "Okay try this command.... what will you do if...." I just stare at my dead computer trying to resurrect it by pressing the restart button for the nth time
- So what I did....... I tried installing Mandriva LE 2005, and it only caused more trouble because I had it delete all partitions...... well for the first part of the installation, it was fine until it said my hdd is a hopeless case........... so i thought.......
- I'd try it at home....... but I can't touch the computer there because it's not mine. My computer's been down eversince it "exploded"....... so what will i do?
- My teacher said, she'd ask if the department could provide a new hdd for the computer I'm using at the Network Laboratory.....but then again, she's not so sure.......
- Now I'm stuck in this virtual muck.
Now, I have to study at at least twice the speed as the rest of the class, and mahn, I hate it when people/events make me speed up things against my will.
She...
...she's pretty, eye-candy, good for the eye, just don't have a lot of her--it's bad. Don't take her seriously. She's only good in the "math" of fashion sales, her mind is only quick at calculating what is 20% off an outfit's price. As she goes home, nobody realizes she's got more A's than your average stereo-typed not-so-good-looking-smarties you see around.
...she's a nerd, ignore her. Oh, did you hear her speak? She stares at everyone behind those thick glasses but nobody minds. They bask in the stares of the wallflowers...them in the limelight. Get a grip, she doesn't matter. In the years to come, she'll stare hard at you as she checks your resume: "Now why would I hire you?"
...she's too noisy. Look at her. She tries too hard to keep the spotlight to herself. She waves her hands, exaggerates her twists and turns..........her loud voice is just an echo of her soul's silent screams.
...she thinks she's fat, the Goodyear blimp. She died in trying to reach her goal: slim down and shape up. She's now but a decaying corpse, rotting in the memories of humanity... she was once famous.
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In the event you become pompous and step on everyone else, remember the wheel of fortune.
Something tells me...
...that things are going to have a drastic change soon. I better be prepared for it.
