tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795495.post111648002587624831..comments2023-10-16T17:57:18.706+08:00Comments on the aRt of InDeciSiOn: .shakesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09909618523276874061noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795495.post-1116562029702698422005-05-20T12:07:00.000+08:002005-05-20T12:07:00.000+08:00Knock knock. wake up, vagueo.nice, rahul, very nic...Knock knock. wake up, vagueo.<BR/>nice, rahul, very nice.<BR/><BR/>The problem is that often she walks in when I am dead to the world and leaves merely signs of her visit for me to sigh on when I am awake.<BR/>And now I bombarded by thoughts on this musing, so these are signs a full post on this should follow. But right now, a livelihood beckons..https://www.blogger.com/profile/18121509578040313400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795495.post-1116559120991367732005-05-20T11:18:00.000+08:002005-05-20T11:18:00.000+08:00things that make you go hmmmmm...things that make you go hmmmmm...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795495.post-1116523236684662602005-05-20T01:20:00.000+08:002005-05-20T01:20:00.000+08:00Nice, Neo. :) Keep the door unlatched, though. Tha...Nice, Neo. :) Keep the door unlatched, though. That way inspiration can walk in whenever she wants when you don't feel like waking up.Rahul Bhatiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11341722591215480211noreply@blogger.com