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Nobody said it was easy...

The last theory exam is over. High School Graduation Day is approaching fast. So are more exams. More on that later.

Surprisingly, there is nothing for me to do, which is probably why I'm here. (Read : There are loads of things I could be doing right now, but instead I'm not)

I have put on weight because of these exams. Exam weight. Its just like putting on holiday weight, but I have fun putting on holiday weight. On the other hand, I feel like a complete arsehole putting on exam weight. Hvae to burn the extra cals. Till then - 

Chris can do no wrong.

I don't even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger...

You're in the Biology class, physically while your mind wanders off to wonderland. You look out of the window with those dreamy eyes and wonder why birds fly, then you wonder how birds fly, then you no longer give a f*ck about birds. Suddenly a good looking girl falls into your class. Just falls in. You don't care why or how. She steadies herself, makes up her hair and shows off her curves. You ask her out at that very instance, no longer caring about the consequences of leaving a class right when the interesting topic of why birds fly is being discussed. You don't care. You like watching classmates with their mouths wide open in shock. One classmate was just yawning, you give him the look and he keeps his mouth wide open in shock and disbelief. The next thing you know, you're half way around the world making sweet love to your new girlfriend. Then suddenly you here a scream, your hips stop. Fear creeps in. You're shaken and you wake up. The sunlight stares right into your pupils, blinding you. You here voices, a woman shouting your name, you feel like you're slipping back to love making, instead you're struck right between your eyes by what you see as a missile. You're back in class. You try to slip back into the dream. The girl never returns. You hope she does when you sleep during the next class. You do sleep, she isn't there. You cut your hand. You didn't even know her name. She's just somebody you used to know.

I wish I was the sun.
I wouldn't let you live.

Ben 10 is illogical. I still watch it though. Pokemon rules!!!!!!

My last theory exam in school is coming up. What have I been doing all this while? Thinking about why birds fly and creating fantasy worlds during class? Pathetic. 

#SOPASTRIKE

I'm on a strike. I am not going shout slogans, not going to come up with rhymes to diss the cause I'm opposing, not going to carry placards, not going to get beaten up by sticks. I'll just blackout.

If SOPA is passed, I may use the computer only to beat my own high score on pinball. The internet will be like my brain... Useless.

An online strike is the shizz. w00t!

#MindBlown

I watched the following videos today. And they are ADSFHXCDVJKASHV. Sorry, I have no words to describe the epicosity. This is a cause for concern, due to the fact that I have an English exam tomorrow, and the inability to find words to describe what I feel and instead come up with words not yet in the Oxford Dictionary. F**kThatShit.
WATCH these and go ASDAGDFGAS.
I've always been a Nokia fan.

Want to know how that ^ was done?

Salon Visits Are Synced.

Exams occurring periodically after a gap of 3 months are a blessing in disguise. They help me plan my visits to the Barber shop. Not, the candy shop, mind you.
Timing the visit is of utmost importance and I plan meticulously for it, taking into account the duration my hair takes to grow back to its full glory, the period between exams when the length of my locks cannot be questioned, etc.,. I'll pay my barber a visit tomorrow. After that, only the Almighty knows when I'll be going back there again.

I am being eaten alive by my books, at least it is better than having my face burnt by acid and having a play written on it.

Life Goes On.

6 days into the 2012.. How is it going for you? Save it, I really don't care.
Not a lot has changed. Still got exams. Exams are just around the corner. Again. They are always around the corner no matter what. Maybe I'm on the circumference of a circle.. Or I'm moving in an elliptical orbit.. Or maybe I'm just not making sense.

I'm staring my brightly lit desktop monitor for the first time since the previous post. Oh, how time flies.

Exams give rise to high level of inquisitiveness. There are about one million five hundred thousand three hundred and thirty nine questions floating around in my cranium, none of which have got anything to chemical kinetics or wave theory of matter or Bohr's quantum condition. What the questions are related to are phenomena beyond the control of mortals. (Under my control though. More on that later). These questions have enveloped me. They are escaping my thick cranium via pores due to the concentration gradient between in the insides of my skull and the outside environment. I am, now, enveloped by these questions. Most of them are What If question because I find it really amusing to ask myself What If questions and finding an answer to them in ways unfathomable to mortals. As I was saying, these questions have caused a mist around me, blocking the rays of stupidity that are emerging from the a major of the environment and selectively permitting the rays of the brilliance to enter and with a mechanism, again unknown to the mortals, amplifying them so that they reach me with maximum epicness. Some of these questions are, "What if the chicken never crossed the road?", "What if Superman and Batman wore their underwear under their costumes?", "What if I had not chosen the science stream?", "What if there are other planets that are looking for life on other planets? What if they find us before we find them?", "What if the world actually ends this year?", "What if Rebecca finds a seat?", "What if India gets white-washed down under?", :What if India wins the next two matches?", "What if I'm actually not yet completely over her?", "What if she likes me?", etc.,. The list has been complete, you just can't see it. You may see it as "etc.,.", it's the mist.
But the most important question so far would be - "If I go crazy, will you still call me Superman?"

GTA 3 beckons. Ciao.