Bangalore? What Bangalore?

Before I depart to some obscure part of the country( called Vellore) to pursue a pointless course in which I shall gain a pointless degree, I have resolved to post one last time. Since I have nothing particular to post about, I'll just ramble pointlessly about chocolates and black forest. Now normally, I crave chocolate and all kinds of pastries that have anything to do with chocolate. Hell I'll eat it even if it's called 'Death By Chocolate'. Yeah, a name like that is cause enough to scare most people to death and excite some others....to death. But contrasting a rather sweet and creamy death to one you can experience by getting hit by a car, or plagued by cancer, or getting yourself castrated and then having a host of hungry carnivorous ants feast on you, as was the custom among some jungle tribes at some point of history that I don't remember( who cares? They're dead now...Even if they survived, they probably killed themselves after pondering the prospects of having to live life without balls), drowning in an eternity of smooth richness of chocolate or dying of a perennial tooth-ache caused by consumption of chocolate or dying of extreme exposure to radiation caused by too much chocolate( whatever) doesn't sound too bad!

Now, having established the way I shall die in the year 2049( I really don't wanna live to witness love stories in the succeeding years), I shall talk about how bored I am of internet sites with the familiar tagline "Meet new people". Yeah, I have grown tired of facebook and orkut. Granted, they're useful for maintaining contacts with friends in different parts of the world, but that too nothing more intimate than a cursory 'Watsup?' or 'Happy Birthday'. I find it beyond my capacity to delete the thousands of applications that I've added on facebook or tag the millions of pictures people put up for god knows what reason. ( By the way, there seems to be a deep-rooted conspiracy against me as people who bear an uncanny resemblance to me keep popping up in random pictures on facebook and are seen performing questionable actions like digging their noses, looking constipated etc. etc. Those aren't me....seriously!)

And now off I go to Vellore! Here ends my fear of constipation( because of all the fibre I'm gonna consume in my strictly compulsory vegetarian diet), fear of South Indian assassins selling dosas as a cover( I have been assured they're just a myth), and my prayers to Buddha( Singapore doesn't want me *sniff*).

P.S. Black Forest at CCD sucks...what a ripoff!