I don’t know if I have posted this here. The video gives a mixed culture, middle age impression. I like it.
Maybe, routine is there because nothing else is there. You get up in the morning because you have to go in the morning. Not long ago you were so exited to wake up early because there was something of your interest that required extra time. Now you walk out the door with plain face.
You have to believe in our cause. If not then our mission won’t go accomplished. You have to force yourself into do our work in order to gain our advantage even the odds are against you. Now, let me teach how to create work and life balance.
No, dude. You can’t. If anything, you would just forcefully people into your habit, methods, and interest. If you want to kill people without shedding blood, that’s one way to do it other than administering poison.
Did you remember the time we first met? I didn’t but some said that we met on an occasion held by government body. There was a banquet held in a prominent hotel in the capital. The days were calm and relaxing. We met inside my suite. There were your friends competing each other who’s going to get the main bed. You came with you daily black attire while I wore my casual outfit. Were we going to attend coffee break? I certainly hoped so. It would make a great memory. If we weren’t, that’s still something worth remembering for. We didn’t talk much, did we?
I remembered the place you asked me to meet you. Some said by the pond. I thought I ran long enough to find myself out of breath. It was the pillar by the pond and you weren’t there. It was noon and suddenly you popped out of nowhere behind me. Hey! That was your usual catchphrase. How could I forget? Later we proceeded to counselor office at far east of the complex. I had always admired your way to find things.
Did we talk about the past where we came from? About the song we had sung together? Regale the stories about us meeting during our daily business? Recall the steps we had made until then? I was surprised when you still remembered all of that. I couldn’t even tell you your number which I used to call you.
In that office you argued with me about the name I used to call you. You had always reminded me to call you by your nick name. However, I found that using your formal name was so much lighter. I liked the way you responded if I called you that way. The smile of yours was astonishing. It was rare and still I couldn’t comprehend the meaning even now.
The day we parted our ways was the day I remember so fondly. It was during spring that we met again after away for a long time. I remember I texted you just to see if you were in the same building as I was. Rumour had it that you were already with someone. Therefore, I wouldn’t count my chances. You met me anyway under the banner of graduation. You told me that you had a flower to spare. I was wearing black jacket while you were wearing pink long sleeves shirt.
You’re here with her?
I wasn’t surprised with you being you. There was a flower in your arms. Your usual smile surely made me careless just like many times before. A moment later you handed me that flower while I was standing arranging words to say.
Here. Your flower.
You’re here with him?
You just smiled. We stood looking at each other for the last time. I didn’t get any answer straight from you but I just knew the answer. Just like you knew mine even though it was almost like we had agreement not to talk about anything. I walked you out to your crowd where you instantly blended in. Your presence was vanished, gone leaving withering rose in my hand. The rain was heavy that day.
I remember how you told me to get you before anybody else. However, we walked the different path. It was so different what merging the two together would only diminish each other. That’s not the way I would like you to experience, to walk upon.
There was a reference book with which you hit me in the back. I still remember you laughing while being angry with me because I was leaving you behind. The cover now isn’t that bright blue anymore. The blue has been blurred by time. However, your signature is still there; that signature that I wished I knew it sooner.
P.S. This doesn’t mean I got endorsement about this thing.
How cool is that when not your daily people watch you typing in a console or command prompt to do something even if it fails?
It failed and I realized that I had no
node_modules folder inside my working directory. Then I proceed to do
npm install and saw some packages got downloaded.
It failed again. After several minutes of browsing around, (Yes, I’m a newbie in
npm and its friends. I don’t even understand what Node.js is really for) I found that I was missing
react scripts component. So, I typed in.
npm install -g react-scripts
It went nicely but only until I started the application again. So, I googled around to see if there was anything. Before that, I remove the
node_modules folder first. Then I realized that I shouldn’t have typed
After removing the modules folder, I downloaded again the necessary packages and started the application. It went nicely this time but it wasn’t cool.