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Friday, January 20, 2012

Today's the kind of the day that'd make you feel that the Mayans were right about the end of the world.


My entrance exam result comes out. Score card reads (37/50- OMR) [ie, math, general awareness etc.] (19/50- DESCRIPTIVE) [writing]. Cleared to next round- n.

I fucking failed an exam because of writing?!

Anyway, if that's not weird, let me tell you this.

Sinner, who's currently living the super cool life as one of the organizer-volunteer at JLF (yeah, I've cool friends who do cool things and bake me cool cakes because I'm an ice cube. I failed writing. Proving it now.) had a staring competition with my writer crush, the one with more pepper less salt hair and drooping cheeks who writes sci-fi. I'd given her my copy of his most successful book and had asked for autograph and just if he wants a writing assistant over summer. Sinner being cool and all thing awesome continued with her eye contact and out of what I gathered from an obscure-don't fuck with me i'm tired conversation that she asked him if he wants a writing assistant and he didn't say a thing.

Not good. 'Cause she also told him my friend has a thing for you.

Also, if I've told you I scored admission at UK and you didn't congratulate me for that, behenchod, text/call me abhi.

One parting shot at this annoyingly stupid post.

What is it on 21 December, 2012?

It's friday, friday. Gotta get down on friday. Everybody's looking forward to the weekend, weekend.


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