I didn't really want to put this up but then who's to deny the cold, hard truth, eh? Apparently, my job as a water buffalo is far from done. The last line is a clincher of sorts.

You're The Things They Carried!

by Tim O'Brien

Harsh and bitter, you tell it like it is. This usually comes in short,
dramatic spurts of spilling your guts in various ways. You carry a heavy load, and this
has weighed you down with all the horrors that humanity has to offer. Having seen and
done a great deal that you aren't proud of, you have no choice but to walk forward,
trudging slowly through ongoing mud. In the next life, you will come back as a water
buffalo.


Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

If Jack Sh!t is Jack's Sh!t then Jack has to be a pretty big man.

My levels of tolerance are on a steep decline. And by that measure, my patience is radioactive. A half life of the order of a couple of days seems about right.

GZ @ 1100 on 22/11/07 : Good morning, Prof..

TP @ 1100+ on 22/11/07 : Happy new year.

And oh, 'Prof.' is thumbs down the worst moniker to have.

Why, Devil, why?

Possibly for sure i'm probably unsure why i don't blog more often.

Dear Mr. Bihari,

Please bear with me. Someday, perhaps not too far in the near future, I shall be competent enough to be able to decrypt every single word you utter. I've made considerable progress at school and I promise to keep up the good work. I was the first to complete my reading lesson at school today. The fact that i was also the first to land on the floor whilst clutching my gut is a testament to my Bihari understanding ability.

Please find my latest lesson attached.

keep the faith,
-S