Part 3: Intermission

For those of you smart enough not to get your feet stuck in the quagmire that is tamil cinema, an intermission comes in the middle of a three hour melodrama fest and is an opportunity for you to either take a pee or shoot yourself in the head for coming to watch the show in the first place.
And for those of you who know me well enough, you may have deduced that sentences without punctuation is a clear sign that I've reverted to my coffee addiction.
Exam season is always a weird time. The whole space-time continuum gets disrupted. Suddenly, perfectly normal adults start wandering around the middle of the night, mumbling to themselves about Maxwell's Equations, staring hazily at the world through sunken eyes, pale faces and dishevelled hair, surviving on coffee fed into their bloodstream through I.V drips. It's surreal.
Anyway, I resolutely plan not to take up to much of your time, those of you reading this- all one of you. I just thought it would be an interesting break from the Miri story for a while. Midterms, so you know how that is. Finals are in about five weeks. I'm thinking about taking an extra language subject, maybe French or German, but that will mean staying for the third semester which cuts into my prrrrrreciousssss holidayyssesss. What else? Just finished a story called Red. I'm working on a satire called The Toyol Biographies. Yes, it's as stupid as it sounds.
And I will be serving up the last part of the Miri story after the midterms. Currently playing with some ideas for an article to contribute. Special thanks to Sham for recommending Think. And congrats to Govind on being happily employed.
Alright, alright, I'll shut up already. Thats all folks.