Good day.
Pay Puh Mode is still in full swing, and is showing wondrous results. I am done with Physics and Math, and am now in the middle of Equilibrium II. Not to mention my preparation for the FIITJEE reshuffling test. But I am not complaining. Life is still good. It’s holi today (yes technically, today is holi, tomorrow being 'dulehndi', according to one (I forget which) of the six hundred billion scriptures that constitute Hindu holy literature), and in my house that can mean only one thing, GUJHIA. My grandmother is the best gujhia maker in the universe. Period. And every holi, after the khoya arrives from Lucknow , her home, she sits down with my mum and my aunt and they make the stuff. The package came last night. I was literally jumping up and down out of pure, unadulterated joy. Just goes to show, the DDA can build stable buildings. Sixty of the worlds fiest lie in the kitchen now, not for long though. I wish nanaji would send the Bhaang soon, or else the burfi will have to bemade without it. That’s no fun.
Also, the F1 season kicked off today with the Aussie GP. The new Williams car (with the new nosecone) reminds me of a pig. It also runs like one. A pig, that is, with its bloody tail on fire!! The damn thing outstripped the Ferrari in the flying lap qualifying. This is gonna be a fun season, methinks, and if Ralph and Juan Pablo can stay on track, Ferrari has got a problem. Fortunately, they also have Ralph's big brother.
For all intercrap club members, please stop trying to adjust the brightness on you screens. I have changed the colours in the background, and that’s why the blog looks black. There is nothing wrong with your screen’s display.
Furthermore, if you have any opinion about the new colour scheme, please keep it to yourself. I don’t want to know.
Am having great fun chucking buckets of water at unsuspecting passers by. By some strange quirk of fate, these unsuspecting passers by always turn out to be friends of my sister, or she herself.
Cheerio then.
AZGEZ BLOODFIST WAS HERE!!!
Saturday, March 06, 2004
Thursday, March 04, 2004
Good day.
This is not a proper entry and is only designed to be an answer to certain statements on certain blogs made by certain very stupid people. First of all, in reference to Da Geek. Monsieur half head, last time I checked, prudence was a good thing. Also, methinks you are somewhat confused over the actual meaning of the term, not unlike ‘fagging’ and me. Da Lunatic. You Sir are obviously no physics student. Had you been one, you would know that in referring to brain size, I obviously meant ‘relative’ brain size. Common sense, which seems to be the least of your virtues, dictates that I referred to brain to body ratio, not absolute size, which by the way is closer to four and a half kilos, according to the British Museum as of January 2003.
AZGEZ BLOODFIST WAS HERE!!!
This is not a proper entry and is only designed to be an answer to certain statements on certain blogs made by certain very stupid people. First of all, in reference to Da Geek. Monsieur half head, last time I checked, prudence was a good thing. Also, methinks you are somewhat confused over the actual meaning of the term, not unlike ‘fagging’ and me. Da Lunatic. You Sir are obviously no physics student. Had you been one, you would know that in referring to brain size, I obviously meant ‘relative’ brain size. Common sense, which seems to be the least of your virtues, dictates that I referred to brain to body ratio, not absolute size, which by the way is closer to four and a half kilos, according to the British Museum as of January 2003.
AZGEZ BLOODFIST WAS HERE!!!
Wednesday, March 03, 2004
Good day.
I did not go to school today, but reports reaching me suggest there was much cause for mirth in the computer period. Da Lunatic and Da Mouse Killer were apparently involved in some sort of a battle of words. What I wouldn’t give for a chance to have been there. Da Mouse Killer, sources claim, called Da Lunatic fat. Now, I have nothing against calling Da Lunatic names. Indeed, I support the idea. But when one’s circumference is grater than one’s center of mass’ y- displacement, one should not talk. So I’ll shut up. Ok, that did not help, I can still type. Anyway, Da Lunatic then proceeded to call her a Brontosaurus, which one also finds funny, when one considers the fact that both Da Lunatic and most Brontosauruses have comparable brain sizes. Furthermore, Da Geek reports that Priamvada danced, and Da Mouse Killer ran today, IN THE SAME BUILDING. For crying out loud, whatever happened to common sense?? I mean, one can only trust the tensile strength of concrete so far…
On the Pay Puh Mode front, I have had two really productive days, indeed I am proud to report, Ladies And Gentlemen of Da Klan, that TANGO is DOWN. To all non-members of Da Klan, that means that I have finally completed all my math chapters. Math is done!!!!
Man that felt good.
Now, to a more serious matter. I have been attempting to avoid mentioning this topic for a fair bit now, out of fear that I (would) be accused of attempting to publicize this journal, but I see now that that can no longer be done. The topic is that of self-gratification, referred to by the vulgar as ‘masturbation’. This is something I am utterly against. Some of you will probably think ‘Prude’ and decide to close your browser window. By all means, Piss Off, I really don’t give the fleetingest bit of a f***. Now, consider this, if you are male and screw males, society shuns you, and you are deemed “weird”. However, if you are male, and screw yourself (a male) it is supposed to be okay. What crap! Please nobody give me that time honored cockroach excreta about how screwing yourself and shagging are two different things, they’re not. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t say don’t. All I say is don’t go parading it about. I did not tell you that I don’t, so why the f*** are you telling me that you do? Point being, the actual act of parading the fact about is a lot more offending than the act itself, which I really do not care about. You can go shag all you like, just don’t come back and write about your accomplishments. Ditto for gays, lesbians, necros or whoever.
Please note, I never said that I dislike any of the above for who they were, hell I’m all for it, so long as they keep it in their house and out of mine. I have a right to choice just as much as they do.
No, I did not lift that out of a redneck publication.
Remember …
AZGEZ BLOODFIST WAS HERE!!!
P.S. – I earnestly apologize for any and all hurt feelings. Also, no matter how angry that (entry) may have made you, please, don’t take it out on my comments column, grab something and break it instead.
I did not go to school today, but reports reaching me suggest there was much cause for mirth in the computer period. Da Lunatic and Da Mouse Killer were apparently involved in some sort of a battle of words. What I wouldn’t give for a chance to have been there. Da Mouse Killer, sources claim, called Da Lunatic fat. Now, I have nothing against calling Da Lunatic names. Indeed, I support the idea. But when one’s circumference is grater than one’s center of mass’ y- displacement, one should not talk. So I’ll shut up. Ok, that did not help, I can still type. Anyway, Da Lunatic then proceeded to call her a Brontosaurus, which one also finds funny, when one considers the fact that both Da Lunatic and most Brontosauruses have comparable brain sizes. Furthermore, Da Geek reports that Priamvada danced, and Da Mouse Killer ran today, IN THE SAME BUILDING. For crying out loud, whatever happened to common sense?? I mean, one can only trust the tensile strength of concrete so far…
On the Pay Puh Mode front, I have had two really productive days, indeed I am proud to report, Ladies And Gentlemen of Da Klan, that TANGO is DOWN. To all non-members of Da Klan, that means that I have finally completed all my math chapters. Math is done!!!!
Man that felt good.
Now, to a more serious matter. I have been attempting to avoid mentioning this topic for a fair bit now, out of fear that I (would) be accused of attempting to publicize this journal, but I see now that that can no longer be done. The topic is that of self-gratification, referred to by the vulgar as ‘masturbation’. This is something I am utterly against. Some of you will probably think ‘Prude’ and decide to close your browser window. By all means, Piss Off, I really don’t give the fleetingest bit of a f***. Now, consider this, if you are male and screw males, society shuns you, and you are deemed “weird”. However, if you are male, and screw yourself (a male) it is supposed to be okay. What crap! Please nobody give me that time honored cockroach excreta about how screwing yourself and shagging are two different things, they’re not. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t say don’t. All I say is don’t go parading it about. I did not tell you that I don’t, so why the f*** are you telling me that you do? Point being, the actual act of parading the fact about is a lot more offending than the act itself, which I really do not care about. You can go shag all you like, just don’t come back and write about your accomplishments. Ditto for gays, lesbians, necros or whoever.
Please note, I never said that I dislike any of the above for who they were, hell I’m all for it, so long as they keep it in their house and out of mine. I have a right to choice just as much as they do.
No, I did not lift that out of a redneck publication.
Remember …
AZGEZ BLOODFIST WAS HERE!!!
P.S. – I earnestly apologize for any and all hurt feelings. Also, no matter how angry that (entry) may have made you, please, don’t take it out on my comments column, grab something and break it instead.
Monday, March 01, 2004
Good day.
We come to it at last …
These were the words spoken by Mithrandir in the third LoTR movie as he stood on Minas Tirith, and all the hosts of Mordor were in front of him. I speak now these very same words, only I, like eleven hundred other Dipsites, face a much greater peril, eleventh class annual examinations. Yes people, it’s that time of the year again, when winter gives way to spring, February to march, and schooldays, to … EXAM days.
The older members of Da Klan know that this can only mean one thing … Pay Puh Mode. Yes ladies and gentlemen, the Azgez of the Bloodfists has officially put himself in Pay Puh Mode. This will be something foreign to all those who are not Klansmen, and so I will explain. Pay Puh Mode is a state of existence few save the Azgez of the Bloodfists are capable of. It involves increase in amount of study time by about one hundred and fifty percent, total avoidance of solid food at meal times, increase in total food intake by fifty percent (yes, there will be a shortage of food very soon so I suggest you start hoarding), and most importantly, increasing daily intake of caffeine to levels that are required in tranquilizer darts used to knock out bull elephants. Seven to eight cups daily usually suffice.
For all those who got squat in the first paragraph, the reference is to the Lord of the Rings movie series. You can now go away. You do not deserve to read this, try Da Lunatic’s blog or some such lowly publication.
To a certain somebody called Damini (she’s (one of) the VP(s) of the intercrap club, so…), thank you very much for telling the Queen Bee about yesterday’s entry. The trumpets located two inches below her nose now sound, as if they were sounding a charge on the Pelennor, every time she passes me by. May barbarians invade your personal space.
The Return of the King won all the academy awards it was nominated for, eleven in total. Go Tolkien (and Peter Jackson). Glory to the Academy.
Will not go to school till the papers are done with, but will keep writing. Plan to do three math chapters today, not a very happy thought, I assure you.
Ciao.
AZGEZ BLOODFIST WAS HERE!!!
P.S. – It has come to my knowledge that Da Lunatic has declared war on me. He’s like a bad rash, ignore it long enough, it’ll go away, so…
These were the words spoken by Mithrandir in the third LoTR movie as he stood on Minas Tirith, and all the hosts of Mordor were in front of him. I speak now these very same words, only I, like eleven hundred other Dipsites, face a much greater peril, eleventh class annual examinations. Yes people, it’s that time of the year again, when winter gives way to spring, February to march, and schooldays, to … EXAM days.
The older members of Da Klan know that this can only mean one thing … Pay Puh Mode. Yes ladies and gentlemen, the Azgez of the Bloodfists has officially put himself in Pay Puh Mode. This will be something foreign to all those who are not Klansmen, and so I will explain. Pay Puh Mode is a state of existence few save the Azgez of the Bloodfists are capable of. It involves increase in amount of study time by about one hundred and fifty percent, total avoidance of solid food at meal times, increase in total food intake by fifty percent (yes, there will be a shortage of food very soon so I suggest you start hoarding), and most importantly, increasing daily intake of caffeine to levels that are required in tranquilizer darts used to knock out bull elephants. Seven to eight cups daily usually suffice.
For all those who got squat in the first paragraph, the reference is to the Lord of the Rings movie series. You can now go away. You do not deserve to read this, try Da Lunatic’s blog or some such lowly publication.
To a certain somebody called Damini (she’s (one of) the VP(s) of the intercrap club, so…), thank you very much for telling the Queen Bee about yesterday’s entry. The trumpets located two inches below her nose now sound, as if they were sounding a charge on the Pelennor, every time she passes me by. May barbarians invade your personal space.
The Return of the King won all the academy awards it was nominated for, eleven in total. Go Tolkien (and Peter Jackson). Glory to the Academy.
Will not go to school till the papers are done with, but will keep writing. Plan to do three math chapters today, not a very happy thought, I assure you.
Ciao.
AZGEZ BLOODFIST WAS HERE!!!
P.S. – It has come to my knowledge that Da Lunatic has declared war on me. He’s like a bad rash, ignore it long enough, it’ll go away, so…
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