Monday, November 03, 2003
I am not getting any time to rest at all. Not that I am doing many things, its more like I am still in the process of trying to do many things. Everyday leaves me feeling tired both physically and mentally. I am now sorry for not doing many of the things I should have done long ago. But, no use crying over spilt milk. Oww...cliches..am not even able to think properly nowadays.
I'll sign off with a poem written by my friend; its nice....better than my earlier attempts:
Rain it raineth
On the Just
As well as on the Unjust fella
But more on the Just
'Coz the Unjust had an umbrella
Word of the Day: SOLIPSISM: A theory that the self can know nothing but its own modifications and that the self is the only existent thing.
I'll sign off with a poem written by my friend; its nice....better than my earlier attempts:
Rain it raineth
On the Just
As well as on the Unjust fella
But more on the Just
'Coz the Unjust had an umbrella
Word of the Day: SOLIPSISM: A theory that the self can know nothing but its own modifications and that the self is the only existent thing.
