Thought Overflow

If you know me, you know that I know that we all know that life is a bitch (see all posts under the “Life” category ;)). But did you also know that it has its own darkly ironic and twisted sense of humour? Well, now I do (too). Tomorrow’s the last exam - SS. Now, my general perception of that subject has always been that it is going to have the last laugh and walk away with its head held high when I face off with it in an examination *((sigh))*. And since we have 2 weeks (roughly) of paradisical (I don’t care if that’s not a real word… just assume it means the opposite of hellish) holidays (no college… I think that explains it all), I was dreading preparing for this subject because I knew I’d be in my holiday mood in anticipation for the days to follow. Surprisingly, though, I woke up in the morning, and said to myself… “I think I’ll study today!” (Yeah, the second thing I said to myself was “Wow, I can’t believe I actually said that! NIIICE!”). However, the day didn’t disappoint… I did goof off for around an hour before become self-aware of my broken commitment to studying today. So, I abandoned the computer - If it were alive, it would have died of shock, I assure you (no pun intended on shock, by the way) - and brushed/bathed/combed/etc and sat down to read.

I did pretty well till lunch time, and was just beginning to feel quite proud of myself when life struck (as usual). And the next thing I know is that I’m burping frequently as what can only be described as the sourest, surest signs of incoming acidity. Like I’ve said before…. purrrrrfect! So now, here I sit, after spending a good few minutes on the pot, whose details I believe safer to be left to your imagination, still burping sourly (pun intended) and with at least 3.5 units (chapters) to go. May God bless me, wherever He is…

PS: My aunt just sent me a couple of packets of Eno! There may be hope for me after all! All praise the *burp* (pardon me) lord!

*Update (24/11/06 10.45pm):
I fell even more ill this morning. Vomited again, and had to visit the loo many times. Out of panic, I called up my aunt, who gave me a couple of Sporlacs. Intially, they didn’t help much and I was seriously about to not attend the exam. But I started feeling better, and the last thing I want is a backlog and to have to study the subject again for a supplementary exam. I had already missed the bus, so my uncle dropped me all the way to college on his motorcycle (which is incredibly nice of him, since college is about 40 km from his house). I eventually did write the exam, and we got very tough question papers… another example of irony… you get the toughest paper for the subject you’re least prepared for.

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