While I'm at it, cellphone dump:
Biggest ifs - first DCE counselling absenteeism, giving phone for messaging.
1. Underutilized housing near R K Ashram Metro station. [First of my deliverables, not in priority order but in chronological, when I'm appointed "Special Supervisor (PMO).]
Timunda Tigoda [A tale in a book of Hindi stories, about a dying business man who advises his loafer sons to seek advice in dark times from a three-headed, three-legged man. An old man is the person they find answerable to that description.]
Like small children, only the deeds are a little more harmful and dangerous than they were in actual childhood. I think if I die in my sleep, it'll be like I just went on dreaming. Like another life, only with slightly different characters. The extent of of difference varies highly significantly, of course. This last is a result of liking Marketing Research a li'l too much.
I like t9. I hate SMS lingo. It's neanderthal. I don't mind smileys, though, when I find them apt.
A suit looks good (looks goods, eh Amit? :D) because it glosses over the person's dressing errors.
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