Now why should it be called a rotten stem? It has some green left to it. Can we not even give it a chance to gets its greenery back and make good for the times it has been yellow, or maybe yellowish?

Apparently there are people who write about 'Bhim Raskhas', I would like to read that sometime. I overheard this in a bit of the conversation that was happenin between two friends. Random stupid poems are something I excel at, apparently a lot of other people do too. Heh, that girl sitting next to me is saying that writing for her is like a steam engine and she hasn't written since ages. This is not surprising given steam engines have gone outta fashion since ages too.

Outbounds are not really as great as theya re made out to be. I am copying, apparently, ideas from my friends. I am shameless. I know that. I can't write three blogs like so many other people can. And advice is something I refuse to dispense.

Have I seen bearskin.co.uk? Of course I have. In case you haven't, you should I am making this huge assumption that someone is reading this. If you are reading this, the assumption holds true, true. But then, it is so narcissistic (can it be called that?) to think someone will read this. Heh. I am sleepy too. And I don't feel like working anymore.

Prasun apparently wasted a lot of time. And there are other people who have done that four times. I don't understand how people can remember these 'times' thing. I can't. I am dumb. Or maybe I am not, just uninterested and psycho-sidey. Jumpbump.