a bug's life

so life goes on like a leaky faucet over here. it's 6am and the sun's rays has found their way through the blinds covering the glass windows at the back of the table where i work right now. long sentences without pause nor punctuations seem to appeal to the sleep deprived me today. i'm still knee deep in SIT and bug fixing and the stupid dialog doesn't even show up because of some null value in the response but i know i'll be able to fix this soon somehow. i hope sooner rather than later.

this is the tower of slavery, err i mean this is our main office, this is the view from mukaigawara - the train station nearby. this picture was taken right after we got off the train from the airport.. that was march 31, the grayness of work has not yet penetrated our skins. today, some of us are 15 days away from going home, while others would still be extended up to the end of the month. i look around me and see blank faces, as blank as the cathode ray tubes that project the lights on these monitor screens. i don't remember the time when we were more than just these automatons typing away on our keyboards, with our eyes, fingers and brain in full command, the heart and the others put aside for a while. i wonder how long this will take. i wonder if we will ever wake up from this madness.,

i wonder if it's not too late...