Future Tense

My ears hear the most reduced audible sound enough to wake me up at 07 hours 14 minutes and 5.4 × 10^−44 seconds of the day. That precision over there is the "Planck Time". And is the smallest unit of time that could ever be measured. Thanks to MIT for bringing up devices which can measure such precision. I heard that they wrote some 1000 papers for that. And they are still trying hard to find lower precision units. Hmm , seems like you're never going to get off your addiction to try to make this world more complex than it already is.

My eye-lids open, the windows open and i get a cool sea breeze with some highly fragrant (BUT MILD) aroma of my girlfriend. The breeze is artificially generated by a product, which is triggered from the radio waves emitting device mounted on top of my eye lids which senses LID_OPEN and LID_CLOSED events.

My girlfriend stands right infront of me, and while i am seeing her for the next 5 minutes, the bed stands me up, unfolds itself, hides away and pushes me gently to the bathroom. [ what happens there, is beyond the scope of this blog. ]

As i am back, I wear a glass that has a display which shows me and my girlfriend on many different costumes with the most suitable weather at the background from the weather forecast. Oh did i tell you: all of these devices that i mentioned has IPV6 and can communicate with each other in a very efficient ad hoc protocol with an increased throughput of about 98% from what it was in 2007. The costume that i select comes up. I dress up and She dresses up.[ Mind You, I have never liked the idea of being dressed up cos i do it good than any technology would ].

The costume maintains itself a HASH TABLE for the type of car that i would drive on. The Bugatti comes right ahead of us, while we are led by the rolling floor to the front yard of my house. We hop in, and the car would take us to our destination, the highest restaurant in the highest building of the world at supersonic speed. We sit there, have breakfast.. She takes out her gadget , instructs her juniors : the way to improve the design of the interiors of the customers. I am always fascinated with her vivacity. Then, she opens up her notebook and scribbles down for the book she's been writing quite a long time now. She spends all her time at that restaurant working and i keep on seeing her do her stuffs. Lunch Time: we have lunch. She's still busy working and i am busy seeing her. Oh yes.. world's greatest masseurs are always there to get her stress-relief massages. For me, i like the way she does it to me while we go back home! LOL

You must be wondering : what i do for a living! Don't i have to work ? OH YES, I HAVE TO. I'd rather stop dreaming and get back to work now. Grrrrr.

Practically Impotent!

Looking back into yesteryears, i think : is/was studying always like this ? You feel practically "impotent". I dont want this blog to be yet another irksome rants of a sluggard. I have so many complaints to make but i wont.

Theres a well-known saying. "A single prof can ruin the time you'd otherwise ruin yourself. Then, why let him do the honor? " Hail to those who know this saying. Hell to those who dont.

I am just counting dayyysss , when this semester would be over and i could take a deep breath before i take yet another year for my thesis. [*sigh]

Again , having said that : STUDYING that i am referring to doesnt signify reading/studying in its entirety. Its just studying that freakin' pachyderm course.

Studying articles such as below gets me a different kind of smile!

Are you dependable, hard-working, reliable, goal-oriented? Bravo!
You're among MANY in this planet who is less likely to develop Alzheimer's disease.
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Females more likely think negative events predict future events , so they have more anxiety!
These gender bashing studies gets the Male Chauvinism within me alive! :P

Bottomline : let the bore not be the core courses!