Please read at your own peril. If I were you, I would not read. I am not responsible if you find this to be a lousy piece of literature. I will argue that the laptop I am using to type this is absolutely mine – I have the original receipt from Costco. And the blog space that I am posting this to belongs in the realm of that strange network of computers called world-wide-web. Therefore, even if you passionately believe this complete piece of junk should be banished, I will contend that I have every right to write this junk and continue writing this junk. You are more than welcome to comment – you can call me names, throw as much mud as you want to – yell at the top of your voice; Frankly my dear, I don’t give a ....d or f - your choice
Thursday, December 31, 2020
Titin - Chronicles of an improbable journey - Preface
I keep posting to this web log, whenever I feel like. Please be aware, that I do not expect you to read my rant and rambles. I fully expect you to get bored with the story of my life. I am trying to lay out my journey so far. As monotonous as it is for anyone and everyone else, to me – well at times I suffer from both incredulity and boredom looking back as well as looking forward. I have laid out facts as they lay and may lie ahead; and yes I have avoided some events and certain phases of this saga that either sustains painful/embarrassing memories or hurts others whom I know or do not know. Secondly, the posts are in no sequence whatsoever. I write, as I have said before when I feel like – add whatever I feel like.
Please read at your own peril. If I were you, I would not read. I am not responsible if you find this to be a lousy piece of literature. I will argue that the laptop I am using to type this is absolutely mine – I have the original receipt from Costco. And the blog space that I am posting this to belongs in the realm of that strange network of computers called world-wide-web. Therefore, even if you passionately believe this complete piece of junk should be banished, I will contend that I have every right to write this junk and continue writing this junk. You are more than welcome to comment – you can call me names, throw as much mud as you want to – yell at the top of your voice; Frankly my dear, I don’t give a ....d or f - your choice.
Please read at your own peril. If I were you, I would not read. I am not responsible if you find this to be a lousy piece of literature. I will argue that the laptop I am using to type this is absolutely mine – I have the original receipt from Costco. And the blog space that I am posting this to belongs in the realm of that strange network of computers called world-wide-web. Therefore, even if you passionately believe this complete piece of junk should be banished, I will contend that I have every right to write this junk and continue writing this junk. You are more than welcome to comment – you can call me names, throw as much mud as you want to – yell at the top of your voice; Frankly my dear, I don’t give a ....d or f - your choice
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Maybe you went to Durgapur St Xaviers DSP branch - my mom was a teacher for 20 years at the ABL section - Class 2.
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