the need of cleaning up -- part two

Anyway. I can't help but taking note of the decreasing amount of text messages I received. In 2008, I received about 10 messages per day. Nowadays, one week is needed to come to that amount.

But I don't feel lonely. Communication has shifted to virtual means, that is messengers and social sites. However, when I clean up the phone, I found names I haven't been in touch for some times.

Apparently while I'm virtually social, I spend less time and effort keeping in touch with friends outside the reach of social virtual equipments.

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the need of cleaning up

I've been writing blog a lot lately. It means I have nothing better to do than this.
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About a week ago I checked my phone and noticed that it's responding to my commands slower than usual. I scheduled for an inbox-cleaning (734 messages! I wonder why that 2GBs memory of my phone hasn't stopped functioning at all.) but keep procrastinating until today.

Well, I'm forced to do that, because it takes forever to open one message. And message sent by a friend comes to my phone only after 8 hours. Imagine.

So, I stopped proscratinating.

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school of life

Tonight I feel so empty. Not the first time though, and not hoping for same thing happen in the future, but I think it will.

Unless I do something about it. A friend once said, life is a school, and we'd be doing second grade's test, for example, again and again till we get proper mark.

I thought I got an F in Human Relationship. HR's all right, it's Pride I didn't pass.

Another friend was so sure she scored OK at Envy Studies. Well, I was sure abot that too. She's someone you can show everything to, from bonanza cars every now and then to diamond on your wed-finger, and she wouldn't blink an evil eye. However, The Professor's not so sure. Just a little mistake in her answer sheet and ta-da! That friend of mine has been burried in papers for extra points so she will pass. For months.

I just found out that I did mine wrong. No wonder my paper's older than hers.

So tonight, I guess I'll just sent some text messages of forgiveness to some people.

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