So today was the actual commencement of my Mother Tongue A level examination, which we know, for a fact, are the best tests of intelligence in the world. and to my horror, i discovered that the composition had nothing to do with what i've studied. Damn, i'm pissed. Pensively, i kinda hope that it will not make my 2 year tenure here a wasteful one. Then again, since when grades are so big a shit?

Man, a giant bitch-slappy hand right now would be so totally sweet

In other news, I was just dusting off my friendster account when I realized that I had a bunch of messages from people who read this blog (or more likely my older blog) - you know, blogging is strange - you tend to get a bunch of people you barely know reading your blog, leaving you notes, wishing you well, occasionally telling you what a big asshole you are - it’s strange, because they don’t know you, and yet, somehow, they sort of do.

Some of you have asked to marry me, others have given me advice, I’ve met some of you (just to make things clear, I secretly believe that other people don’t really exist until you meet them in person - internet people are all figments of my imagination, as far as I’m concerned) - but still, there’s a huge mass of imaginary people reading this. I guess it makes me happy to know that you guys give a shit - thanks for giving a shit.