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HTML masochism

HTML is painful.

Ask anyone who has ever tried to learn it.

Your coding has to be immaculate, or the script will not load. Your tags at the beginning have to have the appropriate tags at the end. Make a single small error, and you may find yourself crawling inch by inch, scrutinising every letter in the code, trying to figure out what went wrong.

While you are involved in the process, you will inevitably start doing a few other things too.
First among these other things is finding yourself without enough sleep. Your brain starts to shut down bit by bit, and things start to become a wooly haze. You see people's mouths moving, but you struggle to understand what they are saying... This is bad... This by itself should deter anyone but the most hardcore fanatics from even looking at HTML coding.

Next, you may suffer from rosy cheeks. This does not come from a glowing complexion of someone who has just spent their evenings jogging at the local lake gardens... No, this one comes from slapping yourself in the face for one of two reasons - either you are too sleepy and you try to slap yourself awake, or you are just expressing your frustrations in a more colourful manner.

Finally, you may spend your nights sleeping on the couch, as your wife will not let you in the room on account of you sleeping by the computer for the past week. Enough said...

HTML is mind-boggling, especially to newbies like me who have never learnt HTML in their lives, or even read a book on HTML. We are the masochists. We learn at an agonisingly slow pace, making mistake after mistake after mistake. Yet we still do it for the challenge and the rewards promised.

HTML is painful...

(Cracks knuckles)

Hehehe... Bring it on....

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Cat-in-Sydney said…
HTML? The cat tried, failed, tried again, failed again. Decided it's not worth it. Went back to sleep. purrr....meow!
Abdullah said…
Haha! Good for you cat... More important things to di - like taking catnaps for example..
hilmihamzah.com said…
wordpress users can do it without HTML hassles :)
Abdullah said…
I'm just now learning to use wordpress too mate.. best of both worlds! ;)
曾嘉慧 said…
「不可能」這個字詞,在聰明人的字典中是找不到的。......................................................
Abdullah said…
谢谢。我会尽我所能.........................

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