yeah - so results were out today.. and i surprised myself by anticipating with a dread approaching panic.. now, of course everyone approaches these things with a little bit of fear.. i myself have approached this ritual with trepidation many a time.. however, it has been so long that i have forgotten what it feels like.. it is this anciently familiar feeling that starts at the pit of the stomach.. thanks to the long parting and the increased diameter of the said body part, it was a tad slower than the good ol' times.. only at about 10 am did i even feel its presence.. and starting off with the power of a decent sized egg beater it works itself into a frenzy and normally reaches the not inconsiderable proportions of the Asian tsunami (no disrespect to that tool of mother nature) by the time it hits one's solar pexus.. and that is when you dread everything you did during the semester.. the late night talk cock sessions.. warcraft.. the brilliantly concocted excuses you gave yourself to skip yet another lecture.. yet another tutorial.. like a spurned woman.. what was that about hell having no fury like.. oh well whatever.. it hits and wrecks havoc worse than a kilo of mono sodium glutamate could affect a finely tuned nervous system.. so it was like a quivering mass of jelly that i faced 2pm and by the time 3 pm approached i had implored God with 69000 bribes.. starting with i wont skip a lecture to i will go to church to i wont ever think of beer and chicks..

So anyway, it was alright i passed.. though it was nothing to boast about.. now i can burn the public law notes in peace.. if any of you observe a huge blaze or smell noxious fumes emanating from the A block rooftop.. fret not.. it is but the oldest student getting rid of some painful memories of a semester gone bad..

Shifting to other topics.. hmm.. what topics.. i know not.. hmm.. sister's birthday.. had to call home.. TWICE.. i dont feel a thing about birthdays these days.. except them being a tremendous waste of time and money.. if one wants to make a friend feel good.. why wait for a birthday eh.. oh well whatever.. it is just another industry polluted by opportunistic card makers.. greedy florists and all those suckers who know how to sell utterly useless things to the sadly sentimental masses.. the birthday industry i figure ranks next only to the valentine's day industry in terms of avarice and profits..

ok - whats the point of this post? I dont know.. somebody sstop me... but yeah i feel at peace with the world.. no i havent had too much beer or anything.. its just one of those moods that make you want to shower humanity with kindness and joy - those rare times when one wants to smile at the world.. say hey-ho to the next stranger one sees and favour even the ugliest face with a benevolent smile.. coming to think of it.. should we not be in such moods all the time? Oh well.. one would then be silly nincompoop to think that.. and that i certainly am not

Alright - the clock says 1215 and beneath all the haze something in the head says waking time is 6am.. so here i go.. off to bed.. and here's something before i go.. this one always brings a smile to one's countenance in the morning...
(have i padted it before? hope not )

Pippa's Song
THE year 's at the spring,
And day 's at the morn;
Morning 's at seven;
The hill-side 's dew-pearl'd;
The lark 's on the wing;
The snail 's on the thorn;
God 's in His heaven—
All 's right with the world!
- Robert Browning