The Life and Times of the Coyote

Man has this tendency to associate with fellow man. In the chronoligical process as one’s growing up (I’ll speak for a boy). It’s all about being macho. Fight, grovel will the royal rumble, be Capt’n Fantastico. Above all have infinitesimal relations with girls, clearly puberty is still at bay.

Tic toc…tic toc the boy starts to notice girls, but all along all he know’s is to be a ‘macho man’. No feelings but to get the ladies you need to show a flicker or a plethora of feelings. So you start winking at these girls. Winking succeeds an array of teasing and is followed by a series of empty talk or strange bravado.

This morphs into so strange of feeling upon sensing a profound attachment to the girl. This girl will make you go through hoops; teaches you exactly why patience is deemed a virtue. Soon the profound attachment begets much liking which escalates to love. It’s all fair in love and war, it’s a blessing if the love is returned and ubber chaos if it isn’t. As they say; there’s a thin line between love and hate.

I’m an optimist so the boy gets the girl. Depending on the television experience coupled with a tinge of courage, sex might be in the works. I’ve searched in the Matrix for the origin of the word boo, but this has eluded me. My two cents will come to play here. Boo and booing. A verb turned into a noun. The girl (in my case) who got me from Capt’n Fantastico to well…..me is my boo. Case and point well she walked me through my ABCs then broke my heart(….a bit hazy recollection). The earth beneath me was non-existent. I learnt never to open my heart again. But that late adolescence.

Meet Coyote the man.Through all these hurdles and now burdened with one questio: Who is the one?

What makes the first girl..the zero?  The girl who get to go to the altar..the infinite?

Too many question no answers. Zero proof; just a feeling.

I guess we all need someone to witness our lifes journeys and triumphs. This is the person we don’t aspire to boo. This person loves you for you, and your ideologies however oxymoronic they may be will get some breathing space, then some fiery bottoms.

As Li Chang says ‘Ai de shang hai dan ye shi ru ci tong ku’

Love hurts, so does pain.

Thirty spokes share the wheel’s hub
It is the center hole that makes it useful.
Shape clay into a vessel
It is the space within that makes it useful.
Cut doors and windows for a room
It is the holes which make it useful.
Therefore benefit comes from what is there
Usefulness from what is not there.

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1. I wonder why the law of opposites makes so much darn sense?
2. Who the hell is Murphy?
3. What are the Coyote hunts?
4. How much is enough money?
5. Relativity, is it real? Are you sure?
6. Can you prove it?
7. Does sex rule the world?
8. Why is it always called a vicious cycle?
9. The egg or the chicken?
10. Ain’t causality a bitc^?
11. When did the truth ever set someone free?
12. Why do imbeciles lie?
13. Why are the Chinese soooo many?
14. What’s your secret fantasy?
15. Who is a virgin and what is virginity?
16. Is Gary Kasperov Kaspersky’s relative?
17. Why did Gary Kasperov lose that match?
18. Why the hell did I stop here?

I’m a huge geek(I believe), the clock on my computer goes 19:17.

What keeps me here typing these thoughts? Could it be some social injustice that’s been going around in the society.  How comes when someone reads stories narrated at the onset of creation one identifies with the situation despite numerous technological advances?

Truth is when we were created(sorry to disappoint you!). The final code that Allah checked in was perrfecto! Only difference is that somehow through our technological advancements, we’ve managed to fuck up perfect regeneration(God installed this application in all humans).

We went on and changed the clocking frequencies. People could walk for miles and for days. I feel sorry for my poor self when I need a cab to take me a few blocks  from here. Everyday I keep fucking up with the system, and technology is helping me.

I like that things are convenient, I can access my monies in the deep dark night. I can hear your voice from the next continent, kudos I have huuge, I mean huuuuge collections of music in this.computer.

Well It’s pretty convinient, couldn’t imagine needing to listen to some smooth jazz in the wee hours and I’d need to request Mr. Dave Coz(Yeah you are amazing) to come do his thing in my house.

What about Wu Tang Clan, come on   I ain’t got that much real estate. Thanks technology. With technology you get power(explains Japan) with culture you maintain this.power. Power without culture.  You need spiderman(Let’s stop escaping from the present with fiction)

New school is cool but without the old school, where would be the location of this.school

this.message was drafted by the Coyote on his.birthday. OMG I have a party awaiting me. I’ll leave you with one message.

Why is anything hand made so bloody expensive?

The labour of love, my brother. The labour of love.

Todos for the year: Get the exact number of pi.

(Ps (Please excuse my usage of programming variable, I needed to possess my variables ))

Yes, to disappoint you. I was born, not coded(well I hope I’m not plugged into the matrix)

I thank God for getting me here.

I thank Yahweh for getting me here.

I say shukran to Allah for all his mercies.

I thank all my friends, familia for standing all my crap and for carrying me here.

I didn’t write this entry to tell you how it is going to end, I wrote this to tell you how it is going to begin.

Stay tuned, big things are coming

I wrote a note



I wrote a note about nothing

I wrote a note about living

I wrote a note about leaving

I wrote a note about jukeboxing

I wrote a note about fishing with you in !Xamburu

I wrote a note about landing in London

I wrote a note about not writing this note

I wrote a note about life before fb

I wrote a note about life after fb

I wrote a note about afterlife

I wrote a note about the love I have for my mum

I wrote a note about the love I have for you

I wrote a note about the love I don’t have for you

I wrote a note about the unborn

I wrote a note about the undead

I wrote a note about swimming in sand

I wrote a note about dancing to silence

I wrote a note about wanting what you have

I wrote a note about having what you want

I wrote a note about being broke

I wrote a note about being broken

I wrote a note about the opposite of ‘many days sits’

I wrote a note about rolling rocks (my fav)

I wrote a note about deleting strangers from my profile

I wrote a note about deleting me from my profile

I wrote a note about order vs sequence

I wrote a note about silencers

I wrote a note about clowns

I wrote a note about yesterdays tomorrow

I wrote a note about tomorrows yesterday

I wrote a note about mans best friend (dog)

I wrote a note about woman’s best friend (diamond)

I wrote a note about my real name

I wrote a note about meggan (Mark anajua)

I wrote a note about 71

I wrote a note about sands of time

I wrote a note about the last lap

I wrote a note about chess.



Check Mate.

All this is thanks to http://rust4nt0.blogspot.com/2008/01/ayo-hitung-kpi-nya.html

1. CSSR (CALL SETUP SUCCESS RATE)
Definition: Rate of calls going until TCH successful assignment

2. SCR (SUCCESSFULL CALL RATE)
Definition: Rate of calls going until normal release that is not interrupted by SDCCH DROP, neither by assignment failures, and neither by CALL DROP.

3. CALL DROP RATE (CDR)
Definition: Rate of all losses of TCH connections during a call in relation to the number of successful Call Setups

4. HOSR (HAND OVER SUCCESS RATE)
Definition: Successful internal and external outgoing handovers of total number of internal and external outgoing handover attempts

5. PSR (PAGING SUCCESS RATE)
Definition: Rate of successful paging attempts of total number of paging attempts. The formula is based on NSS point of view (based on MSC or LAC)

6. LOCATION UPDATE SUCCESS RATE
Definition: Successful location update attempts of total number of location update attempts. The formula is based on NSS point of view.

7. SDCCH BLOCK RATE
Definition: SDCCH congestion of total number of SDCCH seizure attempts

8. SDCCH DROP RATE
Definition: Dropped SDCCH connections of total number of SDCCH connections without TCH congestion.

9. TCH ASSIGNMENT BLOCK RATE
Definition: Rate of TCH unsuccessful seizures during assignment procedure due to congestion

10. TCH Assignment Failure Rate (exclude blocking)
Definition: Rate of RTCH seizure failed (system + radio) during normal assignment procedure over the total amount of RTCH request for normal assignment procedure

11. EMD (Erlang Minute per Drop)
Definition: Total of Erlang minutes (TCH occupation) in one period measurement per drop call (after TCH Assignment).

12. TCH Availability
Definition: Available TCH of total number of defined TCH

13. RACH Success Rate
Definition : Rate of Successful RACH over the total number of channel required message received

This sorted a few of my issues

Continue reading Geekhood, more like knighthood

I’m back, this is not my first post, neither will it be my last. A niche has to be created. This is my blog period. If you feel what I write then please say so, if not please give constructive criticism.

My name is the Coyote, like the animal. The coyote spirit  never dies; the animal ain’t immortal. The body, blood and bones are a chain of hydrocarbons fused with a couple of molecules of nitrogenous compounds. Well chemical reactions can occur these compounds will be transformed into gases and hydrocarbons with a different structure. Well the coyotes’ remains form crude oil.

Back in the days, after the big bang and all

I’m still deeply religious

Mortals used to walk the earth accompanied by these creatures, the Good Book is all on Middle East and Asian countries. Good folks where is the oil?

I am the proverbial coyote in the neo-world.

 Cigarettes and whiskey and wild, wild women
They’ll drive you crazy, they’ll drive you insane
Cigarettes and whiskey and wild, wild women
They’ll drive you crazy, they’ll drive you insane

The coyotes may look feeble, misdirection. The coyote spirit can only be compared with Guy Fawkes spirit.

An idea never dies,wavers an idea is bullet proof

Guy Fawkes I was eons ago. The Coyote I am now.

Still howling