一次，我朋友前面那个女孩在跟她的女伴讲自己以后至少要找个家产百万的男人做老公，唠叨的要命。
　　我朋友受不了了，跟她讲：“你要找个百万家产 的男人是吧？那么你现在多大了？”
　　那个女孩说：“２０啊，怎么了？”
　　我朋友接着说：“算你是平均寿命吧，活到８０岁，但是你到更年期就只有５０岁左右，就是３０年了；一年３６５天，３０年是１０９５０天，减去一些因素 一个月一次的东西等，就是说你老公如果一直对你保持兴趣的话，在９０００天里他都要跟你干那个，一百万除以９０００天等于１１１块钱，现在召个象样的小姐 都比你贵，你看你是个什么出息 ,就只值111块钱
　　那个女孩当场就哭了 ......

 

 

 

太经典了~~~~~~~hahahahaha

 

 

 

在这的网吧客人98%都TM的SB，开机不会，输入法切换不会，字母大小写转换不会，玩私服登陆器怎么用不会，QQ开语音不会，进了游戏不会退出，私服服务器关了说我机子问题，我草，老子真想一把捏死他，捏死再揉成一团，再搓成麻花，放油锅里炸，再拿出来一脚踩的粉碎
语音聊天不会开MIC,说网吧耳机是坏的.
看电影嫌不是普通话的!
问我:""网管,有没有毛片看?""我说没,他怪电影不全!
QQ登陆不上说机器不好!老子跑过去一看,密码不对,那丫的还问我密码多少~~！
还有一个更厉害的sb小妞,.接了一个不认识的网友的视频,喊我过去,问我视频里的人是谁!!! ,老子还有这本事？？？~~
　　打个CS别人放颗烟雾弹，他遭闪了，狂喊：网管死机了……
操TM的，前天一个SB　MM聊QQ问我怎么打字的。我问她，你不会打字吗。她说会。我说，哪你打字就行了(同时帮她调好输入法)，一会又叫我。说：网管，我怎么打不出来字啊。我说你要打什么字打不出来，她告诉我说：你先打个""你好吧""，我帮她打了。然后你们知道她怎么说的吗。你别走了。就坐在我边上帮我打字吧。操TM的，长的全然就是一个恐龙。今天有SB问我，网管我这里怎么没有QQ币呢，你帮我下载点QQ币……我*TM的那玩意要是能下载～！我他妈地就不用上班了～
操的,我去找上帝喝茶了

还有人问防火墙是啥？在哪？给俺扒了～俺要看人！！！

 

 

 

不行了,看完这个太逗了~终于见识到了人民的无知.

看来我这个part-time的工作一定要去做了.虽然可能大概也许毕竟有点辛苦,但是为了帮助群众我还是要做好我的computer technician.

I don't know how long I can take this. Freedom is a word that isn't in my dictionary.

Always, always, always, there's something or some reason to keep me from getting to my own freedom. It's not like what actually it seems, but still I always enjoy the time when no one's home. Although, it may be brutal to say that I'd live alone by myself. So what, I paid my price for freedom. I can do whatever I want, whenever I want, whereever I want. No one is going to be questioning me about why I get home so late, where I went (although I told them a thousand times), who I went with?

 

And everything now has to be judged on my previous actions? The past is the past, it's the past-tense. Who cares what happened in the past? If people fix their vision always in the past, then the world would never be improving. No freedom means no free will, no action of my own. It always has to be in the fixed dimension, in the fixed frame, in the fixed timing zone, in the fixed space...............I hate to compare myself to the prisoners. That's why after watching 3 episode of prinson break, I never ever wanna keep watching the show. It makes me wanting. Want to break the prison that I am in. It's not like I committed a crime or something, then put me behind the bars. It's like when I was born, I was born behind the bars. Too many restrictions have been set. Too many traditional rules have been implemented. Too many no's or too many "that isn't the right thing to do". The question is who set the rules? Rules are meant to be broken. It's always never perfect. Rules also need to be improved, just like today's world keep improving itself.

 

I always always knew that, it's only a matter of time before I can get out of the "prison". I'm serving my time inside while planning what to do once I'm out. Freedom is always luxury goods to me. By looking other people walking on the street I feel a shock of jealousy run through my body. I always dreamed about how I can do things with no boundaries.

 

In prison, there would be no privacy at all. Behind the bars other people could see whatever you are doing, and constantly being annoyed by the noise that comes from the surroundings. Yeah~ I know it's only a matter of time before I could get out. Yeah~ I know, just stay down, and keep low. Yeah~ I know time is running no need to worry. Yeah~ I know I will be happy. Just, just get over with it now. Suffering with the pain seems to be easy, but it's real hard to live with it for a long time.......................

Falling snow like those silver knives piercing through every part of my body. It fallls,falls, and falls....................

At first, my warmth can melt them and make them to transform into water that does no harm. But then, as it goes on I began to feel cold, uncomfortable. OMFG, I can't feel my toes and hands anymore. The cold weather is making way into my body.

 

 Although it still hurts, but I think my body is taking the adaptation effect. Slowly, I don't feel that much pain. What can I say? Snow meant to be falling from the sky. As a human being I see how small I am. With no power to fight back, and no strength to stand up for myself. It seems that all the power and strength had been lost long gone. I don't even remember when. As far as I know, sometimes I just realize that life is raping me very hard. And sometimes I tend to forget about the pain from rape. I seems to be enjoying the pleasure more and more without looking back to my path. However suddenly in life, someone or something will eventually reminds me the pain that I'm suffering with. The uneasiness of being raped by life is no more than just a black guy taking away all your money. So what, without your money you can still live, and making more money the next day. It's lucky that the balck guy didn't shoot you with the gun. It's lucky that at the time you have money to give.

 

Being lost isn't something that couldn't be accepted. But when I lost my direction on a snow day, I really want to take a gun and shoot. Therefore, people will know I'm still alive, but with all the piercing snows all over me. It's sad. It's sad. It's sad. The worst thing isn't that when you know what you want to do, and it's impossible to do it. It's the worst by knowing what you want to do, but being unable to do it. It has been said:" Nothing is impossible". So there's still hope. Unable to do it is like being imparied purposely. Like a normal health man couldn't write properly with both of his hands tied to his back forcefully.

 

It's so much easier by not to look at life and just live with it. Yes~! HOPE~! I always had hope. Hope isn't enough right? It has to be the fight between desire and moral. Again, it comes back to the famous question: what is right? what is wrong? There is no right and wrong. Things don't go as you always planned. You opinion doesn't mean that is that right thing to do. Just like everyone else doing it, and I should do it too? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT~! Always following orders, and follow and follow. Then at the end you turn around and tell me that I'm a fool don't know what to do and where to go. And all I know is following orders. There isnn't time for me to think about what to do and where to go. There isn't space for that. A human being isn't a robot. Things already planned ahead is just like putting a frame over my life. I don't like to be fixed into a frame. I want life without boarders for me own. Maybe by the traditional educations I had, my moral is too high. I don't want to break it in order to achieve something for my own good. But if it still goes like that, the moral will be broken sometime soon. It's not like that I couldn't stand my ground. But it's like I don't have time for that.

 

I don't know how long this gonna goes. But before the day come, I still have to stand my ground, and keep it warm..............