Category: Life Ordinary

  • Tagged

    It starts from the time we are born. The tags, from a cute baby to a skinny schoolboy to a bookish student to a rebellious teen to a brash young man and son to name some, and then follow us into the professional life too. Tags, which perhaps constrain us, which make us being, and prevent us from becoming.

    until next time, web 2.0 is full of them 😉

  • Square 1.0

    It had to be black or white. Then came the greys, and then, the different colors, a justification for all that we did. But then came the social sites, who just might bring it back to square one. Friendship requests to be answered with a yes or no. A digital age with a binary code.

    until next time, zero or one?

  • Battlefield

    And the battle raged on. This was the third day. It looked like the forces of good would finally triumph over evil. Though there were losses on both sides, it was clear that he was the biggest casualty. But it was a big day for him. Today was the last day of the antibiotics course.

    until next time, just another viral 🙂

  • Timepass

    He was perplexed at the honking happening behind him, the signal still had 10 seconds to green. As several motorists passed him, they gave him ugly scowls that meant ‘What the hell are you waiting for?’ The experiences so far had convinced him that something was passing him by, people or time, he couldn’t tell.

    until next time, dont be horny 🙂

  • No Entry

    He tried opening it, but with exactly the same result as before. He was almost in a state of panic now. The day was almost over, and he absolutely had to get in. He wondered if the others were as anxious as he was. After all, how long could you keep Facebook closed for maintenance?
    until next time, social disaster