College, er, life..

Life, has so totally changed. Yup, it has.

Entirely. or, yentiyerly, as they all say.

But I do have to say, that the transition from school to college is oh-so overhyped.

"You know what da, college is great da, but school is in a different class of its own (no pun intended).

Balls to you. Think I didnt know that for myself? What do you take me for, some kinda dumb whacked out nutter?
(Dumb, I dont know, but whacked out nutter, yes :D )

College as it is, is lots of cun, of course, I have realised that my new set of friends also like poking the crap outta teachers and making fun of them.
*Its like, its like.... I dont know... like, we were all destined to study together*

College Beckons!

Ah, finally the big day approaches, the very first day of the my college life that is to last at for another four years. You know, its been so goddamn boring sitting at home for the past five months, with nothing to do. I mean, we kids all look forward to summer hols, but FIVE months? Please, its too much. Waaaaay too much.

Of course there are the people who will say "Hey no ya, I wanted to do so much in the summer holidays and I was able to do it, but there is so much more to do."

Please, gimme a break guys. Yeah, we all know that you were sitting at home, lazing your ass off doing nothing at all. So cut the shit.

But still, if there are people saying that, well, I cant think of much to say, though I think the two words "Fuck you" would be a very good choice, and very expressive in this here context.

Anyway, I am indeed looking forward to my first day in college (which happens to be tomorrow) and please dont ask me questions like "Oh, your going to a new place, how do you feel? Are you tense? Are you scared? Are you all prepared?"

Please, this whole college thing doesnt make such a big change to me. Not like I give a flying fuck anyway.


But we'll see. I'll keep you posted bout this here college of mine. Maybe upload some pics of it later.

e=mc^2.. or is it? :\

You Are 83% Tortured Genius

You totally fit the profile of a tortured genius. You're uniquely brilliant - and completely misunderstood. Not like you really want anyone to understand you anyway. You're pretty happy being an island.

Are You a Tortured Genius?

Muah! Chocolate!

You are Dark Chocolate

You live your life with intensity, always going full force. You push yourself (and others) to the limit... you want more than you can handle. An extreme person, you challenge and inspire the world!

What Kind of Chocolate Are You?

Er, time to find out what Ajiths been doing in class...

God save me! Im stuck in this classroom, and I have the Devil incarnate for a teacher. Well hey, I'm the devil incarnate too, but I'm not complaining about that, this here teacher takes it to an entire new level.
And this class happens to SUCK!

ABSOLUTE BIG TIME CRAP!!

And since only half of the class is here, and I happen to be an established loudmouth in class, the teach keeps sneaking glances at me every now and then, and I cant talk!!!

Five minutes pass...

Crud, she just caught me talking. Now shes made me sit separately. And now im so bored and desperate, trying hard not to fall asleep. So now you all know how this blog post was born.

Unfortunately for me, this teach is one of the heads of department and I'll be stuck with her for months to come.

BOO HOO!!

Looking around, I notice that three people are already alseep. Shit, they beat me to it. Now I have to look to do something else. Other than wait for the bell, that is. In front of me, the teacher is reading from the textbook, in a manner that would put any newsreader to shame.
And now I'm really finding it hard to keep my eyes open. I almost doze off.. I'm halfway to dreamland, and I hear the teach blah something about elongation.. "Yeah, I'll show you what elongation is...", when I am rudely shaken from my pending slumber, by none other than the bell.

YIPPEE!!

"A welcome interruption," I said to my friends.

And I stand up and STRE-E-ETCH....

"Wasnt that absolutely boring? I almost fell asleep!"

Then they all look at me and said, "Ajith, you do realize that we have a double period today?"

Later on, they told me they could hear my scream in the next block.

Help me, please! *desperation echoes in Ajiths voice*

The past week, has been, by far, the most uneventful in my entire life. I cant believe that Im so bored.

*Oh, cmon, why do you think I would be writing something about boredom if I wasnt all that bored?*

These days are so bloody pointless, I really wish college would start soon. Things that used to be fun, like hanging out with my friends seem a little boring these days. Its because there is NOTHING new in this place!
I just sit at my computer at night, with no aim at all, its just plain old boring. I mean, almost everyone I see is like " Hey Ajith, what're you up to? Isnt it boring?".....

Point number one :
"Damn, life sucks, its real boring"

Dont think I really need to explain that.

Point number two :
"I hope you're having more fun than I am"

Firstly, understand one thing. THIS IS MY LINE!!!! DONT YOU BLOODY SEND ME TEXT MESSAGES WITH THIS LINE!!!! Why, you ask?

Simple.

Because its gonna take me a long time to think of another trademark line.

I hope you guys realize that the only reason that I'm trying out wonky formatting styles and text colours is because I'm so .... (no points for guessing) BORED!!!!!!!!

The only thing I can look forward to is the friends who chat with me at night. Man, you guys/gals ( I included that certain bit, so as to not hurt the feelings of feminists who may be reading this post :P ) are the best!!

No hard feelings, but I'm so happy that you guys (and gals) give me company!! A BIG thanks and a hug!!! I really, really have no idea what I wouldve done for company if you all werent there for me!

Sweet lyrics...

I just downloaded the new Linkin Park album sometime ago, and Im gonna say that I wasnt too happy, the new songs are WAY different from the previous album. But there was this one song, and after listening to it, its like something thats been running through my mind for a long time.


I dreamed I was missing, you were so scared
But no one would listen, cause no one else care
After my dreaming I woke with this fear
What am I leaving when I'm done here

So if you ask me then I want you to know

When my time comes forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed
Don't resent me, when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest

Don't be afraid of taking my beating, I've shared what I made
I'm strong on the surface, not all the way through
I've never been perfect, but neither have you

So if you're asking me I want you to know


When my time comes forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed
Don't resent me, when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest

Forgetting all the hurt inside, you've learned to hide so well
Pretending someone else can come and save me from myself
I can't be who you are

When my time comes forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed
Don't resent me, when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest

Forgetting all the hurt inside, you've learned to hide so well
Pretending someone else can come and save me from myself
I can't be who you are, I can't be who you are

The WORST possible!

As an adolescent, yes, there comes a time when you see that REALLY cute girl (in my case) or that hunky guy (in Atul's case :P) and yes, the cerebral cortex ceases to function properly when it comes to talkin to the girl (or boy). Actually, its the first few lines that can really help you, and impress the one in consideration. On the other hand, it also has the potential to completely DESTROY you, and you would wish to die. Instantly. Yeah.


Anyway, apart from that crappy introduction, here are the the worst possible intro/pickup lines possibly.

If I could rearrange the alphabet, I would put U and I together.

If I told you that you had a great body, would you hold it against me?

Is that a mirror in your pocket cause I see myself in your pants!

Wanna play squirrels, I'll put my nuts in your hole.

Him: "You look like my first wife. Guess how many times I've been married"

Her: "How many times?"

Him: "I've never been married... yet."


I wish I were your derivative so I could lie tangent to your curves.


Excuse me, can I have your phone number? I seem to have lost mine.


I'm a bird watcher and I'm looking for a Big Breasted Bed Thrasher, have you seen one?


You're so hot you melt the plastic in my underwear.

Hi. I would like to award you the {Whatever beer we were drinking} award for looking so good. Now if you will give me your name, number and other vital statistics, I would like to enter you in our grand prize drawing for an all-expenses paid date with me.


Go up to the person and ask for their hand. Draw a line across it and explain that its a really big river, and the bunny on this side (doesn't matter) really needs to get to the other side. Ask how he does it. Give cute little answers as to why the bunny can't cross the river (i.e., ...bunny jump in river, bunny goes *glubglubglub*.) When the person finally asks how the bunny is supposed to get across, give them the cute puppy eyes and say "I don't know, I just wanted to hold your hand."

"How would you like your eggs for breakfast: scrambled, boiled or fertilized?"

The word of the day is "legs." Let's go back to my place and spread the word.




Yeah, i know that most of you intellectual ones are at most howling with laughter, (cmon, you gotta accept the fact that these are shit funny!!)

BUT!!!

There's one more! Yes, and I'm positive that this the LAMEST, CHEESIEST, CRAPPIEST, SHITTIEST, DUMBEST, EST pickup line ever.
And, it was admisistered, in front of a LOT of people. For proof, please refer to my partner in crime, Sir Tull-a-Lot. (for the uninitiated, thats Atul Gupte) But heres the WORST line that I have seen:


"Are you a vegetarian?"





EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKK!!!!!!


I so swear that a guy actually asked a girl this question. Nothing wrong, you may say. But this was the first thing he asked her after getting to know her name!!!!

The twisted world of my best bud!!!

Yeah, i had to write something about the little six year old kid who has influenced me ever since i was in my third standard. (Yeah, i HAVE been reading Calvin n Hobbes since i was in the third. Better believe it, loser)

The world has definitely benefitted from Watterson's brainchild (may his soul rest in peace) I mean, i really dont know wat i would have done if this comic hadnt come into existence. I mean, just think if some smartass editor had said, "Nah. Dont like the idea of a witty six year old and his tiger. Them people can read National Geographic for that" ? Guess i wudve been stuck with with MAD magazine. (for a fact, MAD really isnt that bad)

But other than the little kids imagination, its his other main character that influenced me. Yeah, the "psycho factor".

Take a look, eh?

Nymphetamine

Though i absolutely hate Anti-Christ music, ive gotta say, this is one of the best songs ive ever heard in my life. The lyrics are absolutely magical, in an eerie sort of way.


Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A 'V'' of black swans
On with hope to the grave
All through Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones

Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain
So I swore to thy razor
That never enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again?

Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl

Wracked with your charm
I am circled like prey
Back in the forest
Where whispers persuade
More sugar trails
More white lady laid
Than pillars of salt

Fold to my arms
Hold their mesmeric sway
And dance her to the moon
As we did in those golden days

Christening stars
I remember the way
We were needle and spoon
Mislaid in the burning hay

Bared on your tomb
I am a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the bind of your holiness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine

Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
None better
Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl

How I stayed up almost the whole night, to watch a completely useless movie.

Its 12:53 PM, and im writing this right now, to make up for 3 (or so) hourse that i wasted, on watching a completely worthless movie called "Unnale Unnale". Oh, yeah, the trailers looked sweet, you know, entire movie shot in Melbourne *ooh*. Plus, the soundtrack rocks. That, in my opinion is the only plus point of this movie. Great songs, thats it. Oh, and maybe that slightly used comedy track that almost isnt there. This movie is almost filled with debates on the differences between the better sex (thats us men of course) and thiose other thingys (now wait, waddaya call em? oh yes, "women". call me a chauvinist, but i will never give up on a chance to poke at some people. and if i poke at some people, why not poke at all of their kind? )

*uh- oh*
*he gets slightly nervous, seeing that all his audience are women*
*he envisions them throwing things at him, and he shudders*

Back to the movie then.

So we start off, with the usual cliched dialogues about what love is (come on, like, dont we already know what it is? I mean, even for a person who didnt know, i bet "shes" already seen enough lovey-dovey movies to atleast have a fair idea)

So here we have Vinay, the new dude who looks kinda ok, and his acting is a little bit better than ok. He's got a funny looking mouth, if you ask me, you know, the one that kinda tilts to one side when he talks.

Sada - Blah. Looks every bit the old woman she is.

Tanisha - Puh-leeze. What is it with taml directors? Why cant we get girls who ACTUALLY KNOW the language? Apart from that, shes done a medicre job, pretty decent debut job.

But the pointless debates on who the better sex is, is the best part of the movie, cos its filled with them!!!!

But, sadly, after all the hype created about the movie, and the way the movie progresses, it leaves you expecting something really good during the climax.

Sorry.
If you have seen the movie, and you think it has a good ending, STOP READING THIS AND GET OUTTA MY SIGHT!!!

I havent seen such a CRAPPY ending in my life!! This is possbily the WORST EVER ending in any tamil movie. Upto the second half, I'd give the movie a 3 out of 5. But after the ending, the rating kinda dipped, and went bonkers.

Heres my verdict: The only thing worthwhile in this movie are the songs, (but I do know people who've gotten tired of hearing a particular song, and to the one whom I'm talking about, yeah, you know who you are. So DONT look the other way) and the comedy track (did I mention that it was a track least used?).

Oh yes, and those pointless debates. Gotta love them.

oh yeah baby, you always knew this was true, but now theres proof!!

You Can Make 80% of Your Crushes Fall in Love With You

Your seduction skills are practically legendary. You know how to close the deal. Just don't let someone you're really into get the better of you! As long as you keep up your end of the flirting game, you'll get the prize at the end.

Can You Make Anyone Fall in Love With You?

king nothing says..

seriously, ive gotten hooked to the blogthings webpage. it totally rocks!!

www.blogthings.com is the page you wanna visit...

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

You Are Mr. Burns

Okay, so you're evil... You have big plans to rule the world, and you'll destroy it in the process if necessary! You will be remembered for: the exploitation of the masses Life philosophy: "One dollar for eternal happiness? I'd be happier with the dollar."

The Simpsons Personality Test

Key to Rebecca

Well, it had to come. After all the bloody crazy posts, yeah, you pretty much didnt expect to see a book review here. Or did you? Of course you didnt. But well, I had nothing else to write about. So, I thought that I'd write a review of the book I just finished reading. The book that I got from my cousin, for my birthday. (which happens to fall on the 5th of March {every year, in case you didnt know})
Anyway, the book is called Key to Rebecca, by Ken Follet.

WARNING: This book should not, I repeat should NOT be read by people who are short on patience. You wont like it, trust me.

The book starts on a slow note, introducing one of the main characters of the book Alex Wolff (or is that his real name?). Well, it kinda gets the better of your curiosity, 'cause naturally you'd be wondering why any same individual would be walking throught the fucking Sahara Desert. No, you didnt read that wrong. This guy is actually walking through the desert.So later on, we see, that Alex isnt his real name. This guy is supposed to be a spy for the Germans. (Oh, and did I mention that this book is set around the period of the second World War? Oh yes, now you figure out why there are Germans.. lol)

So he makes his way to a small town, where he hitches a ride. Well, then, he kills a guy, for no apparent reason. But no one can even find out where the guy is. So lets go to the main story. In Egypt are stationed some important people in the English army. Now what this guy Wolff has to do is steal the English army secrets, and send them to the Germans. Sounds boring, huh. Nope. Not at all. How he does it, is a sheer spark of brilliance from Mr.Follet. As you read, you come to know that this guy Wolff used to live in Egypt, and he had a relationship with Sonja, who happens to be the most famous erotic belly dancer in Egypt. So, when Wolff returns after such a long time, shes really pissed off because, like a true spy, he goes away without telling. But then he tells her that he is a spy for the Germans, and that he needs her help. Now what Wolff needs to do is flick the briefcases of the important English army guys, and pass on the info to one guy who goes by the name Rommel. Yup, as you may have guessed, he is one of the commanders of the German army.So Wolff's first attempt at getting information turns out to be a briefcase full of the next months canteen menus.
But his next idea is awesome. It turns out that Sonja had a rough childhood, she used to be very poor, and her family used to sleep in a small tenement. Now, you have a grown up man, and a grown up woman. They gotta do their thing right? Well, too bad because Sonja's there when they're doin it. And as a result of this, she develops such a craving for um, uh.. yeah. Such a craving for the good stuff (:P). So this guy Wolff, somehow gets a big guy from the English army to meet Sonja. Mind you, going by the descriptions, Sonja is supposed to be this feasty little thing you cant take your eyes off. (I dunno, but it kinda reminded me of Salma Hayek, you know, even though shes getting older, she can still give any actress a run for her money with that oh-so-fukn-gorgeous body). So Mr. Wolff waits until the general and Sonja start doin their thing, and then he sneaks out, and looks through the general's briefcase. Bloody brilliant idea! Oh yes, this book has a generous dosage of people "doin therir stuff", so I wouldnt recommend it for guys who dont know their peaches and melons.Now while all this is going on, we also have Mr. William Vandam, who is with the English Army and is the second most important character in the story. He is the one who realises that there must be a spy somewhere, because the Germans know every single move they make, and that the English Army is gonna get a bad ass-kicking if they dont catch the spy. Then the rest of the book deals with how Mr. Vandam zeroes in on Wolff, and how he saves the English Army. And its ass too. lol again.



So I really hope that you enjoyed this book review.

I know I did, well, duh, because I spent half an hour typing it out. You dont think I would type out something like this if I didnt like it,do you? But if you do, I'd like to proclaim you as the heir to the throne of Jackassland (somewhere off the coast of Ireland)

Anyway, thanks to Kavya for gettin me the book.

*sigh.....*

I really dunno why, but as of late, ive really gotten hung on this song. Why, I have no clue, but i absolutely LOVE it!