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Some Maxims of A.III

Once, I ran out of something to GM (General Message - A text message to a group of people that usually contains good evenings, good mornings and other relatively trivial stuff.)

So I made up a simple proverb, and attached "Albiosius III" or "A.III" to it. Message Sent.

Here are some of A.III's sayings...

"The shell protects the clam. But does the clam really see the world?"

"A single star alone does not make a bright night sky."

"Nothing is random. But there are incomprehensible patterns."

"Our limitations show how strong we are."

"A fully-grown tree cannot fit in a small pot."

"Life is."

"There are only two kinds of Computer Science Majors- those that are handsome and those that are beautiful. QED."

"Easy programming problems do not make good programmers."

There are a lot of other proverbs but I can't remember them all. Did someone happen to save some of them?

The Near Extinction of Stress Papers

During High School, I was first introduced to deadlines, projects, assignments, deaths, religious shifts etcetera (also known as stress). In order to de-stressify my mind, I would scribble on a piece of paper. Anything and everything that passes through my mind goes into the paper.

The mercilessly blotted paper ends up marred with drawings, formulas, patterns, scientific names and other stuff. As a trademark, I incrementally number them and place a date. They have proven their efficacy as I could think clearer by releasing my stress through stress papers.

To me they are known as stress papers or simply SP. So my first SP is SP1, my second is SP2 and so on. My recent Stress paper is SP168.

However, SPs are slowly being replaced by blogging, music, the internet and other stuff. Is this the end of my SP's?

The First Post

This is my first post. I, somehow, agreed to someone's idea to blog my way out of stress, boredom and other weird stuff. I have no idea what to write about.

So, I am randomly bashing my keyboard, hoping that thoughts will somehow organize themselves.