I Love my Class.

As i enter the fourth semester in my ever hectic Mass Media Course at Wilson College. I brace for four months of crazyitivity, awesomeness, and "randi"-giri. I could've not been any more happier than i am now. I feel reassured that I took the right steps by entering wilson for studies. I feel stronger. The kind of feeling that rises from within.

Much of that, i'm sure, is not because of me. No, its DEFINITELY not me. Its the other people i chose to call classmates. Phuck. Classmates seems to official a word. For people who know you inside out. These groups of people give you so much reassurance! I've got diet advice, fashion advice, food advice, Girl-charming-lessons, and God knows what not from these people.

And as the rather eventful season of College Festivals begins. I can only dream of how much more close ill get to these maslims. These bo bantai bamai phucks. And i'm waiting. Im waiting for those moments of bliss. A Crowd coming together to support their Phucked-up contingent. A Band playing on stage, together, for the first time. A group of talented phucks putting up an awesome act. Not only because of the joy of winning. More so because of the togetherness those rare-to-occur moments will generate. As the title obviously says, "I Love My Class". ANd i will screw anyone who messes up with 'em. This is the first tym that i have actually been a part of a group for quite a long time without being kicked out, and i'm on a high.

As i sat in Mckenzie today, i could only think of how many more long afternoon-turned-evenings would we be spending in that place. And it definitely felt very promising.

So here's to my next semester, my college, my colleagues, and one hell of a mad-capped class......

Washing Dirty Linen.....

She came with instant thunder.

Struck me when least expected.

My deepest of nightmares did she plunder,

I was on the behest of being beheaded.

She entered to the stench of masculinity.

But she lived up to her name.

For she stung with feminity

Which was not many people's game.

She was initially in a rage.

The sight of my house being the reason.

However, ahe forgot all about her age,

and brought on the place a new season.

Such was her beauty

and such was her stride.

She'd make my Granma,

glee in pride.

She cleaned lotsa things,

the first in the list being ME.

and in the matter of a few ding-dings,

There was a new ME, u see.

She cooked some awesome food.

Which completely won over my heart.

If you think she's a chick, watchout DUDE!

She's my MUM. A Class Apart.