Imagine, The End
A friend called all the way from Ireland. She asked me why she seldom see me online. I’ve almost given up… hope.
You keep on trying, you switch it off, you wait for 10 minutes or so hoping that congestion heals, but no, it’s getting slower by the day. The Internet is driving me insane. Maybe.. just maybe its time to live life, off line.
“But you can’t!” she exclaimed. Yeah, tell that to the provider, like as if they really cared about their clients. They can say or promise so many things in this world, even assure you kids who browse on faster connection learn much more. I just hope those kids don’t download porn, or worst. I can’t be working like this. I just hope, when the NGO is ready to move out to the new office somewhere near the Parliament, they’ll have a dedicated digital line.
Everyday, I battle with the modem. I talk to it, and silently threaten it to work – with plants it works. They behave. With modems, they just stop blinking.
They, the Provider even have a disclaimer if you’re using Gmail.
We have received some complaints on GMail access using our ***** Wireless Broadband service. Please be advised that this problem is not related to the performance of our ***** Wireless Broadband service. Kindly click here to access the GMail Help Centre to troubleshoot your GMail access issues.
So that shouldn’t deter either party to work in tandem to ensure things move for the client. I don’t understand it – we’re obviously in the 21st century, and a simple connection between providers can’t be made, but when it comes to charging the Credit Card, things just fly, at a speed you silently wish would be slower, albeit a lot slower. To me, it doesn’t make sense – if I can access GMail on my 3G phone, I should be able to access it on my desktop. I have access to it – but that disclaimer is so lame.
Children do grow up faster on broadband connection – we just don’t suck up to every lie!
I was researching for a good script – open source, of course. I want to do this, but I don’t want to do it alone – there are many on Facebook clamoring to be part of the many groups, but many are not ready, willing or able to ‘help’ make that group grow. I can work alone, but I don’t want to. We’re supposed to be a community – and the same goes with the NGO I’m working with. I don’t wan’t to do everything in a systematic way when some people think I do not deliver results – retrace the steps – please for the love of Faust, retrace the steps instead of accusing the staff for not working.
Sometimes, I just feel like giving up.
It is so easy to give up hope… on humanity.
It’s so much easier to sleep for all eternity, and let them all rot in their hell!
The other SN site I’m working on is coming to an end. The hosting that is, and we’ve not even launched – Its been a year and nothing has been done. I don’t think I want to follow through with it – its easy to garner people to join a community – to get them to talk, talk talk… sans cesse, talk, political bullshit.. talk, meetings, talk, talk talk sans cesse. I don’t want that – Its not the numbers that matter to me, unless its printed on the cheque. I need another job – I need a new change, a new face, a new challenge. Some people want many things, but they want it for free. I’d advice them to ask their Gods, to ask for free life, and lunches… hey – Nothing is given for free, unless the heart has been peeled. And even that it’d be an insult to expect it for free all the time.
If you believe you can be tired, there’ll come a time when in the Universe, things just stop moving – because of lethargy. I am tired. I want to sleep forever, and to hoots to those who think that supergirls don’t ever get tired zooming here and there. I wrote the guy in the States – I’ve yet to get some feedback – I should have followed up with my music career – at least I’d end up a Superstar… or a billionnaire. But no, I wanted to help these ingrates {someone told me, when you have ‘the gift’ you should – I should have listened to my instincts instead} – to hell with them! Yeah, you read these lines, and you think its terrible for me to think this way … think… do you seriously think the Sun shines only on one spot in your garden ?
Ungrateful people with their heedlessness, will one day learn bitterly whom they were ungrateful for, and then it will not be possible to make up for —correct— the past!
One day, I’ll take away the Sun, and then it’ll be a tad too late. Imagine the cold.
Imagine, the End.
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