A part of me will never be able to understand how deeply writing excites my days. It makes me speak in silence, it makes me laugh alone, it flys away with loneliness, it helps me express my deep deeper feelings about life, it makes me think, it gives me a different view of life and kinda a millions of unknown satisfaction. It brings about the hidden me, its does best even when there is nobody to tell my story. Most amazingly writing makes me admire my work as the best reader of my editions. The mystery that excites me most is knowing that she is writing to me first. Keep up gal. Crazy me still peeps up in my writing.
Today was a very interesting day, I can’t complain for above all it was created for us to rejoice and be glad. Amazingly today my profession revealed the other side of it’s heat leave alone sleeping less yet dreaming all through debugging bugs that I doubt if they will ever miss. Just remembered how my collegue keeps warning me not to do an infinite loop in my dream because the dream would take forever. (programmers would get its best).
First I must confessed that I missed writing something on this lovely blog but once in a while I would read a story or two. I ended up creating alot of stories that I wished to tell but somehow the heat of my profession burnt them all. My profession has made me realise the uniqueness in men since I spend most of my day in their company, hence my opinion suggest that no matter how much women might fight for equality it might never beat the game.
I worked on a system and atleast did some testing, not very sure but I was abit sure that it was alittle bit bugs free. The hours were flying as if everything had worked and though my wish to tighten all the loopholes I still had to call it a day. Here the confident girl walking in to the users office. All went well until an error that I had suspected cropped in like drama like video as they say. Have you ever felt very hot in a cold room?have you ever felt too warm like you are profusely sweating yet not true?that all I experienced. Thanks for their patience. The next trial I felt a little bit anxious not sure what I would do in case it failed again. Part of me thought getting under the table would boycout the famous saying of earth swallowing one up. Thank God it worked.wah…praise be to the Lord…a day like no other