206pm
3 hours of Wireframing and prototyping ended just now. I am a bit concerned because I planned to make a new screen this time but … unfortunately, it was not possible. The old screen I thought is finished, and had added some comments to “fix this stuff later” got hold of me. And I begin fixing that stuff first, instead of making the new screen. They say perfection is the enemy of progress and today, they were right Tess. I spent 3 hours cleaning out that old screen AND turfa tmasha, Naye comments a gye, nayi problems mil gyien, to old screen b abhi “perfect” ni hui!
Anyways, that’s that. The kidlets and mom are on their way back. Will go to receive them from bus station soon. I can’t wait for them to grow big so they can just do their work themselves. I like to work, alone, to earn (oh do I love money lol) and game. And complain, criticize, procrastinate, jog in the feedback loop of hell, daydream and such. I am not a good guy to be very honest lmao. And … I write I a lot. Maybe I am a narcissist? Overly ambitious with one’s ownself to the point that the world becomes oblivion to you … that’s narcissism right? Idk!
I wanna go to the village but permanently. Infact, I am seriously thinking over this. 6 months, and the senior McJunior will be in her University so I can then fuck off home. And instead of home, I am thinking of saving money, and then asking dad to build me a room, kitchen and a restroom in our part of the village home. Which is like a 500 sq feet max. But for a one man, that’s enough of a space to stay 30 days in.
The real reason I want to go back to village is something more than this. Village has trees. Canal. Uncivilized people and rightly so, for they live in or with the animals. The same animals which then become the life of BBQ parties in Serena and PC. People love cheese but hate the person touching the udders of his cow for the fuckers in city. Pathetic. “Ew” is what they put it as. Or maybe its all in my head, who knows Tess. That’s the reason I have you. Ew thoughts. All thoughts.
Anyways, if I can have that room in the village, it would be amazing. I can work remotely, while also being able to sit on the bridge post at 11pm on a moon light night, staring at its waving reflection in the water, regretting life and smiling at fate. Or sitting near a raging wood fire in a wintery night, the sound of crackling flames tearing the pristine silence, reading an old copy of a borrowed Urdu Digest in the light of dancing flames. I want to live Tess. I want to live before I die.
Let’s come back to reality. Bye.
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