Result's Out

Collegiate news: Fucking university has finally updated my result, and even then they didn't manage to set my pass status right. Won't say much except that i passed with a good enough score and now i have reasons to jump and cheer and, most importantly, act smug and snooty :p
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College is going to be reeally interesting this final year, what with all the dirty looks and curses muttered under hateful breaths. It's never a good idea to get ahead of your peers, and I managed to do that quite magnificently this time round, if I do say so myself. Two placements where people are struggling for one, a good percentage (great in my opinion) combined with my ultra good looks *snort* and awesome personality *snort snort* makes for a deadly jealousy potion.
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For a humorous take on passing and failing in college life, follow this link.
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Must Watch Movie: Fight Club
. Tyler Durden: The first rule of Fight Club is - you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is - you DO NOT talk about Fight Club. Third rule of Fight Club, someone yells Stop!, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule, only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule, one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule, no shirt, no shoes. Seventh rule, fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule, if this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.
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Tyler Durden [Bradd Pitt]: Did you know if you mixed equal parts of gasoline and frozen orange juice concentrate you can make napalm?
Narrator [Edward Norton]: No. I did not know that. Is that true?
Tyler Durden: That's right; one can make all kinds of explosives using simple household items...
Narrator: Really?
Tyler Durden: If one were so inclined.
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Tyler Durden: [pointing at an emergency instruction manual on a plane] You know why they put oxygen masks on planes?
Narrator: So you can breath.
Tyler Durden: Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you're taking giant panicked breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate. It's all right here. Emergency water landing - 600 miles an hour. Blank faces, calm as Hindu cows.
Narrator: That's, um... That's an interesting theory.
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More quotes at imdb.com.
The official Fight Club.

Handles Slick

She is so beautiful!

Great curvy body, smooth and shiny, strong yet graceful. I fell for her the first time I laid eyes on her. And the very first time I touched her, well, there was no going back. It didn't help much that she was my brother's [and still is]. But she has always been understanding. She doesn't mind being taken out while he's away at college. But, Sshhh, that's our little secret!

Today fate was kind enough to present me the opportunity to spend a considerable amount of time with her. I did not intend to let this gift go waste. I rushed to her the very moment I could get away from the drudgery of daily routine. Small talk was never our forte and it was looked upon as a waste of time. I simply reached across and touched her, that was our hello, telepathic and terrific. I felt along the contours of her body, feeling that special connection building up. She waited patiently for me. In time, when i was ready, i straddled her, my knees pressing at just the right pressure against her sides and her sides pressing right back against me. A tweak here, a small twist there and she was ready to go. I gathered my breath, bunched my leg muscles and gave a nice, hard

kick!

She shuddered to life with her trademark 'Thump'.

There's no one like her, no one quite like the Royal Enfield Electra! :P

She's a bike and she belongs to my brother, you see. Great looking curvy tank, side boxes. Shiny chromed handlebar, leg guards, rear view mirrors. Strong 350cc engine and graceful handling [Burnouts? Donuts? No problem. My bro pulls of the meanest donuts]. Comfortable riding stance, yada yada yada.

So the trip was from Dehradun to Mussorie for official 'Dad' work. 25 odd kilometers of mountain roads in the middle of the monsoon, slight rain, heavy fog, slick roads, perilous drops. In one word: heaven.

While riding two wheelers is fun in itself, riding the Royal Enfield is a completely different proposition. Some hate it, others love it. And for those who love it each ride is an experience in itself; right from the kick-start to hearing the engine tick as it cools when the journey is over.

Related Links:
Royal Enfield
Wiki on Royal Enfield
Royal Enfield Commemarative Book

Random Links:
Literotica: for those who enjoyed the starting and would like to wrap things up, better stories here. Minors, please go to the Disney site. [I always wanted to say that! lol]

Blog Ahoy!!!

Another day, another blog,

More crap to leave your synapses clogged!

Hm-mm, not quite the opening i was hoping for, but it'll have to do.

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Summer vacations and this insatiable and inexplicably irritating urge to "Do something. . ." has forced me to blog, yet again. I tried world domination to better utilize all my free time but that didn't quite work out. Just like the opening quote to this entry. Well, shucks, what can you do, right?

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Collegiate News:

fucking university's not updating my result. Not that I want it too badly, but that besides the point! I can't stand the tension and grief this situation has poured down upon me like a bucketful of shit. A shituation even!

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Random Links:

here's a link to more new words that we probably won't EVER use.

Another site which comes up with little nuggets of exceedingly imaginative, and sometimes, quite profound words is Word Spy. Here you can find words like-

Baracknophobia: n. Negative feelings about U.S. presidential candidate Barack Obama, particularly those based on racism or unfounded rumors. [cf. arachnophobia.]

lol!

*ahem, koff*

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Yes, so my Pursuit of (holiday) Happyness continues, which is decidedly not as sad, nor as rewarding at this point as Gardners' turned out to be. Must watch movie folks.
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