(I could kill. But instead I write. The pen is indeed mightier than the sword.)
Why do I have to choose?
Why does no one review my code?
Why is it that each time I expect (and hence am prepared for) my neighbours dog to bark my arrival, he is safely inside? More importantly, why am I never prepared when he does bark?
Why am I not the way I am supposed to be?
Why am I not the way I want to be?
Why are the two so irreconcilably different?
Why is my hand in a cast for an operation on my finger?
Why is there not a single coffee addict in office?
Why is there no beach in the world where it snows?
Why am I always always always in two minds? (Does it mean I'm twice as intelligent?)
Who do I feel better even after writing crap?
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2 comments:
Why do I feel like writing a comment on such a post? :P
I might actually be on to something here. My code got reviewed and the dog stopped barking!! I'd better be careful what i ask for!
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