The Clogged One
A motley collection of my world weary views and thoughts and everything else along with a cuppa coffee. t9 doesn't understand blog. So clog it is...
I managed to gain access to some highly irrelevant material I had posted online. Extremely funny to me (of course I dig). Irrelevant in the sense I have to face the most trying ordeal of all of my life (till date) in a few days. Daze! (Yes I like parentheses). I haven't studied nor prepared properly. This always gets my goat. Why do stuff you never like? Because it is necessary to blend in, make money and fulfill some dreams, if not all.
The best thing is, I have successfully saved the material. Yes it is eminently readable to me. Why blog about it?
To blend in.
More on that later.
I added a clock and a hit counter. And felt very happy on editing the html. Would have felt happier if I had coffee and cheese toast along with it. I like looking at the clock, reminds me of the time ticking away, and then it reminds of the time I`m a wasting and that I need to buy a new one. And that hit counter is total tp...I wish I could have set to a million or so to begin with :D
A conversation with my dad.
Me - Mala tasa gadyal pahije (pointing to an ad of a watch displayed outside a shop).
Dad - To photo pan kimti disto...
I never got the watch :(