THE NIGHT IS MY HAVEN, MY SANCTUARY; IT CRADLES MY MUSE, MY VIGOR, MY SANGUINITY.
WHEN THEE AFTER DUSK COMETH LOOKING FOR ME, I REFLECT UPON THEE THAT'D COMETH ONTO ME.

The Fellowship

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

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

Thursday, November 22, 2007

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?

Thursday, November 15, 2007

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

Thursday, November 01, 2007

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


Friday, October 26, 2007

All in * time...

If I could roll back time, I wouldn't go back any further than the same date of year 2006. That was the day when I was infectiously happy. I could easily have been the jealous target of all other oxygen breathing living forms. I was madly in love.
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Today, I'm still in love; with the very same 'crazy diamond'. Today, i'm just NOT the saddest of all alcohol-deprived-concern-consumed living forms on planet earth.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Saturday, October 06, 2007

piqued

If i ever get to meet me, i'll whip myself so good that i wouldn't know what hit me.

Friday, September 28, 2007

Mr. Bihari tastes my patience...

Mr. B: Sir, lets 'taste'!
S: Huh?
Mr. B: 'taaaste', Sir.
S: *(with neither time nor inclination to think/comprehend)* Later.

1 hour later
Mr. B: Ready for 'tasting', Sir?
S: Later.
Mr. B: Can we do it after lunch?
S: Taste after lunch? What? Why?
Mr. B: Sir, you'd mentioned that you are going to have stuff for us to 'taste'.
S: *puzzled* Me? When?
Mr. B: In one of your emails yesterday....
Mr. B: ...the new Kalman filter algorithm that you wrote.
S: Aaaah, sure... now i remember (read understand). Let's begin TESTING. In a minute.