wane

Revisiting moments he had been alive, he started to move with a childish spring in his step, quickening his pace. He moved in a sprint feeling the air gently kneading his hair. Taking the final step with a strong push he looked down bliss filled down the long fall. He gave a loud shout of freedom expressing clearly his ideas on life he had lived here, on earth.

Feeling proud, victorious he waited for the concrete. The world around disintegrated slowly and blew away like a handful of dust.

He kept falling into an endless space, the building, ground, the sun; everything had given way to a gigantic hollow.

He heard no sound yet longed for silence; he felt no pain still he hoped that the torture would end. Nothing changed; time had stopped to mock him as the desire for the final impact grew within him. It was not meant to be so, not until he accepted things, not unless he fought back and did more than hope

Classroom Debate

lets se what we have to keep us busy today.

I'm getting addicted to this stuff. Its freedom, its peace, to let go, to not think, to not have inhibitions, to let flow thoughts trapped, boarded inside the brain.

It;s strange though how some people like this plump professor can go on babbling about things that have no meaning. He wants us to be attentive, to what, to shit , even he would hate, if only he paid attention, he's dumb, cannot go through powerpoint slides on his own, or he just wants a reason to get close to that girl: his secretary, who does nothing productive. i'm confident......

about what

this guy i hate, i loathe, is the kind of man the world is proud of, he has several technical papers published in major journals, now teaches students.

but I don't want that, i don't see pogress in that special button on my remote to get back to the previous channel, I use it, but what, i don;t give respect to the one who

.END OF LECTURE.

embrace

He stood there with that small package in his hand, his mind hurriedly revising the lines he had planned, the expression he wanted to wear for the countless responses he had considered.

She walked towards him with grace and cheer. She shrieked in a sharp tone of happiness as she took the package in her hand realizing what it enclosed. Looking at him with stars in her eyes, she moved closer to him into a soft embrace. The entire world was celebrating, the universe in its bounty yearning for a part.

It felt to him that he would never be able to let go, his mind lit up leaving far behind the darkness that had plagued him since ever. As he let go he was thanking everything and everybody for the moment that had passed him.

Many a night passed with him thanking the almighty for his beautiful life, but the light slowly faded into the shadow that he had carried with him. A distant star, though, continued to shine, an anchor, a hope, a shoulder for him.

touchable

He walked the dark and frosty road feeling the evil, senses twitched, by the demon manifest around him. But, he had known it; the truth and slowly, as he moved, the turbulence of the evil, the shout of silence died down.

He could now see the flame, feel the warmth; experience the energy. The power inside grew and he rose above the pitiful darkness, drifting towards freedom, effortlessly. He could now see the many in distress, searching for the truth, refusing, but to accept the light. He was drawn to them, longing to help the countless fight the darkness, to let them feel each other, for them to attain freedom. He could not leave like this, not after he had known it all. Pulled back, by his own will into the darkness he sank; with a flame-the future not set.

The manifest shook, feeling the power unleashed.

Speak out in Silence

Why is it that I am silent When I am to shout
Why do I speak when I am required to be shut

Why is it that am writing this for all to see, when I wan't my feelings to be private.
Why am I posting ideas on the web, while my door is locked.

Why....

and why did i name my blog so that the proxy blocks access to it.
still why do I break though it to pour this shit out.

I know there is no one to talk to, why then my heart not belive,

why I hope that this will be liked by someone, why when i hate it.

why do i say why, when I don't understand.

Why I have these doubts, why I cannot stop.

This was to be a two line post, why my fingers betray me.
Why this structure, why no even spaces, why humans fighting,
why i no-one, why we want to be someone. and the ones troubled by it. why i make no sense, and why still i am not stopping, my i am not editing, why not hiding my mistakes.

Why i can't sleep, and cannot attend.

Why in this world answers are with ones who don;t like to answer
and questions with one's who don't ask.

WHY
WHY
WHY
WHy

wake up

something has to be written i need to wake up

Half the problem is understanding the program. How to specify and algorithm. Program

some people kep on writing. i wonder about what the write, prof is confused! but student gets him right

Book is to be read. some portions left during C course.

Is it human nature to try to do

An abstract data type is a mathematical model of a data structure that

well lets see, lets be enthusiastic, lets wake up, it ussualy fetches you excellent marks. We examine therefore the topics discussed today:

what is algo, What is data strc, what is hitler's idea of peace, why are we living to succed, we do i not enjoy my constant failures, are they failures, what am i writing , I was supposed to be making notes, this is my lecture going on, i am here to study, why study, i am happy, in bliss without it, well then again i do what i'm meant to do, What is Abstract Data Type, Data Struc and Algorithms lecture 2.

So what is is a blog

I'll try to find out. One day.

For now I will get on to dump all the trash my mind is filled with on this free space. I'm sure there'll be many idiotic motherfu** out there doing nothing useful.

useless bastards and worthless shit is the expected audience for this space I create.

Best of Luck, Bastard.

If you are still reading, you love me, you are of no use, please send all your money to me. Pu up a comment, I'll give you the details