I've finally caught up with the first season of The Vampire Diaries.

I know some of you might be frowning in despair.

Perhaps I just need a life? ..

 

But if your like me, with no life, then go watch the series. It's way better than Twilight in so many ways and much less pornographic than True Blood. The story line is pretty good too. Just the first few episodes are a bit well...dull. 

Biology OCR A2 paper on 25/01/2010*

Question . How are seals adapted to respire?

Oxygen tanks ftw

*At least the biology paper was almost worship-able in comparison to the chemistry paper.

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Apparently the BBC find this "news-worthy" L.O.L

After that Biology exam..



Screw you seal.

To make matters even more tragic. I phoned up to book a hair appointment with my hairdressers, only to find out the lady who cuts my hair normally has left. To some this may not be a big deal. But to me, it clearly is. She knew exactly what she was doing with my hair and now I have to start all over again. Poo!

Chemistry on wednesday. The joys of organic teamed with some fun analysis!

Can't wait for next week.

And I say that with as much exaggeration possible!

Why?
Firstly, End of exams. *Woo*
Secondly, I get paid. *Double Wooo*

Thirdly, I can catch up on some sleep and hopefully not look like a living zombie.

But for now, Back to the revision with Zane Lowe keeping me company. [Gah I listen to way too much Radio1]

EDIT :

Why are men such screwups? Seriously did God not realise what big idiots they are/can be when he experimented on the prototype? Or perhaps Evolution just got it completely WRONG!

On the bus today,
I sat opposite a girl who if I saw 2 years ago, I would have said hi and given a hug too.

However, I didn't. Instead I tried to look busy by pretending to type a message on my phone. The whole journey till she got off - I looked away and forced myself not to make eye contact.

I was afraid of an awkward situation that would've occured if I had looked at her.

SillyBilly.

Where has the sun gone?

I'm beginning to suffer from serious SAD.
Gawk.




I need a holiday to India. I want to smell the dusty humid air. Relish the feeling of drinking icy cold lemonade after a hot day. Hearing the constant beep beeping of buses and autos and what not. Bustling through the highly crowded streets of T-nagar searching for a good bargain. Being pushed around by old ladies. Standing on my terrace at night listening to the sound of aeroplanes departing/landing. Trying to stop myself from contracting malaria. Fighting for everyday survival. It's all good.

p.s. Slumdog Millionaire made me want to do this.
Now off to revise.

Once again, he reminds me that I'm nothing but a weak human being.
So... Hello modesty.

One day I'm hoping to be better at this modesty issue. Being satisfied with what I have and thanking him for each day.

Fighting fire with fire = Bigger fire

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/wiltshire/8438915.stm

Seriously. Does Mr Choudary not realise that by doing this he's going to create an air of hostility for people like us who just want to live in peace and really do not care?

Plus what is he trying to prove?
In a war situation people die.

If he really cared.
Why doesn't he do something useful with his life and create a peaceful anti-war group?

People these days
Dumbass.