Last week got this real grudge about gravity and the fact that it sucked.hell.who cares?.Going home soon.And no,I am not jumping crazy happy.I guess my happiness has become less geo-centeric.I feel good about the fact that I am going home, but so is everybody else in my college.WTF!.Its not like my college decided to give my perfect 10 Gpa for doing absolutely nothing in the 3yrs I have "studied" here. The only thing that has happened to me after school is retardation.School was bliss, the only fear was of the dirty faces that the princi made when he saw me....yes,u'r right, me.Not even my freaking paper with the results, just me.He never cared to look at my papers to see how good(or bad, or worse, pathetic,redundant.......time for my next verbal diahorrhea pill) were, I just seem to have that effect on most people.And so I qualify the basic necessity to be a good manager, giving people a sick feeling about themselves without actually doing any real activity. The blog windows got a "label for this post" option below with examples of scooters,vacation, fall. Ironic. I know it, Google is bitching with me. Here I am hoping I get a vehicle next session, praying for a vacation and on a academic downhill which more resembles a bungee jump fall.....and wow. To hell with freaking google. Seems the pill is having its effect.....dozing off ...now.

It was while taking a stroll in the park that the seemingly obvious irony of my life hit me and being the obnoxious wretch that most people assume I am, i seemingly ignored it in the general cacophony of the day-to-day trivialities. Though it is totally another thing that I haven't taken a stroll in any park in a long, long while and the above sentence was just the expression of the bright side of the verbal diarrhea (without the explicit abuses) that I often seem to fall into ,I love a ego massage once in  a while. O.K, thats enough of me now.There are more surrealistically profane absurduties going on in the world around, the gutters of it filled with the blood and the filth of the savage breed of humans trying to survive their everyday vanities. All those who now uptill here have got the truth stuck right in their face about the circus around them, think out this too. Bullshit.Like I give a damn.Its all about me and if it isn't about me, then it isn't there.The world is a beautiful place, its the most beautiful thing that could happen ever. If someone thinks the world is a fucked up place to be in, thats just because of his fucked up view due to a fucked up prespective . Even the Gods high up in the world are jealous of this place........................and thats enough linguistic vomit to puke in a day.Goodbye, .....burn and die.(The last line, the goodbye.. one is actually haiku poetry, and yes, I am the ultimate authority of haiku in the universe, all those who question it shall do so at their own mortal peril....and burn in the stinking bowels of hell's wretched slimeballs.).

To the guy out there who thinks a guy who writes such a blog has no life,there's a question.-so what?.(and if nobody who reads this thought of it, well it just goes to prove I am well ahead of the game.).so,"hello,world!".For 2 years of programming trials, this is where I always end up with, as if somebody is really going to notice.by the way, totally bored and hence this blog.

Suffering from amnesia, would love to meet the owner of this stupid blog
-nitthin's brain.

Shit,ran out of poem and the gupta is again pissed and lanba is too exited and the bengali is as usual hopeless.tomo, my bday and i regret it.think i should forget my ass and its sensory perception for a while, it has my condolences,along wid the shiity kanpuris.

love is beautiful,but so is mars.but that dosent mean you indulge in it.i love the college fests,they teach you what fests aren't supposed to be.desktop cpus are noisy,brrrrrr.Guess whats good about birthdays,nothing.first you get ass-whooped and then your money is squandered, its more like,kill-the-guy day and not birthday,or mayb thats what bdays are about.god,i hate whats coming my way.

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