To reward all the people out there who drops by time after time even though I am such an inconsistent writer, here’s something sweet for you.
Caro m’ è ‘l sonno, e più l’esser di sasso, .
Mentre che ‘l danno e la vergogna dura:
Non veder, non sentir, m’ è gran ventura;
Però non mi destar, deh! parla basso
Welcome is sleep, more welcome the sleep of stone
Whilst crime and shame continue in the land;
My happy fortune, not to see or hear;
Waken me not – in mercy, whisper low.
Now I know I read this late, two years later (if you don’t count the first few days of 2007) than the date of occurence of the original incident in fact. But still I think this read is worth mentioning though it’s not exactly what one calls “great literature.” Continue reading
No matter how much you love your computer, love typing on it or doing whatever you usually do on it, there usually comes a time when you absolutely loathe the sight of your computer. It sits there at the same spot day after day and it seems at first that it is not doing anything. Mind you, that’s only at first. On a closer inspection (one also must not ignore the fact to shut out whatever noises you are hearing, be it those MP3s or the soft murmurings of conversation from the rooms yonder), you might overhear (as I have did) a soft whisper. Something along the lines of “It’s time to do your work, lazybones. Ignore me at your peril. Your deadlines are marching up.”