So here I'm typing from a place that I don't feel I know anymore. Tv is placed on my right hand side and on a huge dining table that is now placed in the bedroom, there's a LCD, CPU with pile of books on it, camera, its charger and data cable. Mom's laptop, printer, my specs, calculator, hairband, headphones with Soup song flop song, Sunday's newspaper and two cups of coffee with a nail polish remover behind and a bread, that I've been eating like a cow. As i start feeling hungry I don't bother to open the fridge or go and cook but I swallow 3 pieces of bread. I've been a lazyass.
Lets come to the point, I'm shifting to a new place and leaving my old house where I spent my 16 years of lamerary . I know that's not a word.
Shut up! Funny thing is this that I don't feel nostalgic or emotional like people feel like in movies. I feel excited. the more excited I get, the more we postpone our shifting. Anyways I'll get done with this too. I HATE PACKING AND I HATE UNPACKING MORE.
So yesterday I was at my friends place, and I watched this movie "DIARY OF A WIMPY KID"
my goodness! at the start I hated Greg's brother and went like
shukar mera koi bhai nai and shit but as the movie went on all I wanted is a brother like Rodrick. The movie was gross! but it was a-must-watch.
