TheBrother: how was your day?

Me: Yeah, good, in the midst of all the sleepiness, yawns, good.

TheBrother: you ran your 2.4, on tuesday didnt you?

Me: Er-yeah.

TheBrother: so how was it?

Me: nearly died. but it's just fun running around in the hot sun.

TheBrother: it's just 2.4...did you pass?

Me: No. (gives totally grotesque expression)

TheBrother: did you fail in style?

Me: my shoe almost flew off

TheBrother: I'm really proud of you.

thanks...was it the failing or the shoe? (:

I spent yet another night cooped up in the shell of my room and tried to memorise useless tamil sentences that do not apply to life. Tell me, does "a mango, exchange for an apple gives you success" make any flipping sense? Well, to me, no. Nada, shizzle fizzle git. NOTHING. I don't get what's up with these useless proverbs that make us scrape our brains for the sense that is just not there.

Anyway, our school is full of teachers who love to yell. So, yell away. We're all hearty listeners you know. Don't mind if our ears bleed off from the disgusting loud voices of yours, we actually enjoy it. So yay. Yell more. Yell more.

uuuugh. people should stop farting in buses. (sorry for the URM. extra info. i just had to say it)

i should come with a big fat yellow sticker that says

warning. excessive anger, sarcasm and hypocracy. do not pull trigger.