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Thinking in Java

That's the title of the book I've been reading at work over the past one week. I also intended to read it after reaching home...but exhaustion always got the better of me. Java works in a symbiotic jungle, and I'm getting lost in the technological maze.

As is most evident from my posts over the past week, I'm getting dim-witted with each passing day. I need to apply my mind on thoughts I've romanced for so long. They all seem estranged and distant now.

My disruptive and pre-dated series continues. I hope to publish posts on the events of 4 th & 5 th February within two days.

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Anonymous said…
get into great form soon ,
into writting and expressing spirit.

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