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      <title>Simple Things...</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Sometimes simple things can break you. Benign things repeated time and time again can finally reach a threshold that leaves a scar - scratch marks burned on the wall of ones consciousness like ravines gouged out of hard rock by the persistence of a swollen river. It is not an inherent danger of the act, but its repetition that finally wears one out.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have been carrying a beeping device around. Every thirty minutes a faint beep sounds - a precursor to the inflation of a cuff around my arm - and then I must stretch my hand out for one more data point to be acquired. At first it was novelty and I tried to anticipate when the next beep might sound. But with each beep and straightening of the arm,a certain weariness descends. I want out of the control the little device has over me. Sadly, the only choice I had was in accepting..The consequence was chosen for me at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>The cycle of life</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Age, chronological or otherwise, slowly creeps up on us. Once upon a time we were a tiny cell, birthed by the fusion of gametes which then morph into a tiny organism. With time, we grow bigger and then get birthed - being thrust out into the hardened world called life. We age: grow bigger, develop facial hair, deepened voices, broader chests.. and then the gray hair&amp;hellip; leading to the inevitable slide towards old age and death&amp;hellip; ..a self-perpetuating cycle.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Exam fever..</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Against my better judgement, I went back to school for a dose of &amp;lsquo;adult&amp;rsquo; education, after nearly six years of slaving for the capitalists working. Its exam time and I am not finding it funny. Hours on end of swotting, tons of material to store in my head and a few non academic thoughts running through my head. There is also the minor distraction of Football Manager on my laptop&amp;hellip; Thanks to Jaguda.com radio, I have music for comfort through the night. Thankful for minor miracles after all&amp;hellip;.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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