Ah! Exams.
Don't you just want to tear up that word, burn it, and then feed the ashes to a pig, make it shit and force feed that shit to 'exam'?
I know I do.
I am not always this aggressive, but when I do, pigs and shit come into scene, and it gets really ugly.
Anyhoo, nothing productive has been happening in life as such. Exams depress me. I am studying my ass off, but exam hall still reminds of dungeons and my class mates guards, and of course the invigilator is in fact my abductor.
Since I am not a big fan of the dungeons, I write really fast in the exams (sometimes its hardly legible! LOL), just to get out. The stuff I know *tick* *tick* *tick*, stuff i don't know *tick* *tick* *tick* , and I am out. The problem arises with my friends, who are the 'won't-get-out-before-3-hrs' kinda people. I mean, what do you sitting in there for so long? I also write answers, all of them, 80% of them being right! And I don't think anyone needs three hours to write most of the paper given to us.
So NOW I sit there for 3 hours. Taking my time. Chilling. Sight seeing. (Yep, in the dungeons).
And it ain't the best time pass, mate!
Okay. Enough of bitching.
Apart from this, I have also been missing home, a LOT lately and that just makes me more miserable. So I keep calling Ma, Baba, Dadu, Sai. Everybody. I think my balance is going to be negative in a few days. Apart from calling people, I caught up with F.R.I.E.N.D.S. (Awesome show I know!)
Back in the day, when I used to be a child in living with Mommy n Daddy, I would watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S
all day LONG. So I have been reliving those moments and ah such bliss they are.
Oh! And lets not forgot The Big Bang Theory.
Chandler is just awesome. And Phoebe is the coolest woman ever. And Joey. And Rachel. And Monika. And Ross. (No I am not stalking any body!)
Anyway, my roomies will not let me sit here and write anymore. Got a dinner to attend.
Joey: All right, Rach. The big question is, "does he like you?" All right? Because if he doesn't like you, this is all a moo point.
Rachel: Huh. A moo point?
Joey: Yeah, it's like a cow's opinion. It just doesn't matter. It's moo.
Rachel: Have I been living with him for too long, or did that all just make sense?
Pure Love <3