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Of the Last one to die

Author: bofh

I think that I’m the last person I’m going to see before I die so knowing my “you are such an IDIOT” look, so i should start being the real me or I’m just gonna laugh at myself in the afterlife .

Funny how life throws you a bone then grabs your spinal cord, telling you that it’s your fault.

Ofcourse it’s my fault that I didn’t accept what happened but this is a lesson well learned, I just hope it’s not the last one to die.

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Of When I was young

Author: bofh

I remember when I was a little kid and got into the entire bofh/computer/it/lolzor industry. I think it was about 14-15 years ago (?) I think i was 7 or 8 at the time and my father just got me a PC. I was stuck on the HC versions drawing circles and lines on the old TV, hogging it from my parents and not letting them enjoy the brand new opportunity of seeing TV shows more than 2 hours/day.
First thing my dad did after buying it was to take me to Unirea to buy a computer game ( Another World TM if I remember correctly ), first thing I did was destroy the O.S.
At that particular time the IT personnel market was rather dim but I was lucky enough to find Mr Flop. He was my dad’s friend and he (un)willingly came each week to fix my PC. I think i was a handful. I sincerely wanted to see how he does it so sometimes I just deleted random stuff.

It was with him that i first saw a modem and a connection, the first signs of piracy ;) and much more. It was then that I decided what I want to do when I grow up.
After a few years I got my first internet connection ( GOD BLESS XNET – 16k connection, 256 color, grayscale PRON ), the first suicidal thoughts at 14 hating winmodems and looking stupid at a shop asking for an external one.

After a couple of years I got my first IT <> job and went on to do more great things ( like this blog )
The point I’m trying to make here is an easy one, and although I could have skiped the foreplay via endless rants of my childhood, I chose not to; back to the subject at hand, the point is that you should never give up on what you want, it’s always worth it.

{E.o.R.}

(Of) The mad house

Author: bofh
you took me to the place I use to know
then grabbed my hand so i’d let go
and stay to tend the open wounds
They left me there to die in my own eyes
They saw what’s left of their disguise
Not left behind but blown appart
I thought i understood you thought you knew
I wrote new words for the old you
Used ‘us’ appart so many times (that)
You nail yourself to walls of gray
They want to go they want to stay
To live inside our broke-snail-house
Shadows of this oister in the cold
I’ve thought you knew,i’ve leased or sold
And seen the future in your glass
The eyes betray the future past
So what to think about them now
CH:
But light comes at a price, for every minute of sun
The moon’s defetead rays, dig back into what’s done
So they may rise again, in houses of the mad
Or else forget that cold is what they never had
Assilum walls dig in my skin,
They stir the mad and blind within
So they just tie me up again.
Where shades of red and bright red fight
For dreams of them and for the right
To smear the face of sanity (and)
The loving dawn of lightning bliss
Wore on your head that deadly kiss
They shook my eyes to life again (again)
They laugh as I will scream,
They post a guard so I can’t dream,
And just for telling them the truth so
The rain is falling now in parity
Oh sweet revenge of one in three
This house, I think it could be mad
I’m seeing ghosts inside the house
I feel the bumps at night at last
I’m jumping free to not escape
Cuz I can’t die so can’t be late
The walls are closing in again
Ch
They took me to this place, the one before
They said it’s not, we even swore
That life before was just a lie
They say I’ve got the means to understand
The story starts before it ends
And houses made of gray foam bleed
As mad as you may think I truly am
They call you doctor and again
I’m in the place i was before
I took you to the place You use to know
then grabbed your hand so we’d let go
No open wounds were left to tend

Of retards and men

Author: bofh

I’ve been having a tough time writing for the past few days, it is clear to me that I should find some time for the mere mortals that praise my existence and listen to my words but meh, what can I do; I’ve been slacking.

Back to the subject at hand, of retards :

Once I had this friend that told me that “when dealing with animals, the only way to appeal to them is to hit them” . That is so incredibly true. ( I know, I know, mr Bofh is saying that somebody had a good line and he respects it, WTF OMG BBQ, but no, I am just giving credit where credit is due. )

So I go out this morning and find my car with a flat tire. Nothing wrong with that ? WRONG, neighbours decided that it was time for my car to suffer just because they have nothing better to do then to have territorial fights with me for a parking spot. Ok guys, here is a piece of advice for you ( although I doubt you can understand this ) : If you wanna mark  your territory AND do it like animals BUT you find yourselves in a ’somewhat’ upright position, giving birth to live cubs and feeding them through your mammary glands, my advice is to try to do it like monkeys, shit and throw your feeces at my car. At least I’d know what it was all about;  I know I’ve promoted you to the state of primates but what can I do, you look the part.

As the day unfolded I had to repair the car and, by golly you won’t believe it, it costs about 20E to change my (already new ) tires .

Sooo what shall mr Bofh do now kids ? well I could just slash the guy’s tires BUT I think I’ll do something else in exchange, I’ll cut everyone else’s tires and give them something to look forward to tomorrow morning.

In other news, I’m starting martial arts today. I know, slacking is nicer, but it’s time for a change.