Self-obsession of a whole new (no longer cryptic) level; no comments
25.1.10
January 11-14, 2010 (Days 7956/7-7959/60)
A father lets his sons win in a hand-wrestling match, and the sons think that they are stronger than their dad. The dad never lets his sons know that that is not the case. However, the sons do realise the truth as time goes by.
A physically masculine life-form belonging to supposedly the most sapient of all known species, who has been rudely awoken from a deep hibernation and has found himself on the wrong side of twenty. A silver ray diffracted to the oblivious depths of the crimson ocean. A staunch advocate of Queen's English and hence, cannot bear the sacrilege committed on the language by chatters, messagers and even some bloggers. In the social sense, has been known to fluctuate between two personalities, from morosely saturnine to exuberantly loquacious, from superlatively outstanding to anticlimactically mediocre, from genius to idiotic..... Being a human and hence having self-obsession as a basic emotional need, pleads absolution in case the blog is found to be excessively egocentric, but then again changes his mind thereby eliminating any requirement for forgiveness.
