The birthday that was..
This birthday kicked each previous birthday’s ass. Dont have many reasons.. but for one.. I had no birthday party and cake. Now you might think how sad it was, but if you slightly know me.. you would know how much I hate cliches. I hate every cliche so much that I never say that to anybody.. because its cliched! I hate cliches so much.. that I once wanted to be the last person to be wishing some body on their birthday. (We dont talk much now 
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So.. no cakes, no embarassing out loud singing of hideous birthday song, no candles… heaven!
Loads of HCF.. with some chinese. How did the day go?? Well.. cooler, comfy clothes (you see.. I hardly dress up for anything..), dexter season 1.. with unlimited supply of cola and ice!! My favorite dishes for breakfast and lunch.and a quiet sunday afternoon…. ! hmm…
Dexter
Now I always get the reaction.. “‘s lab”?? No. I say. Its a show about a serial killer who happens to be a forensic blood spatter analyst. Strange? yes. I was left confused by the strange nonchalance of it, as protagonist sits with a grin in front of dismembered body with the severed head kept has cherry on the naked abdomen. Creepy.
But as the show progressed, despite of hardly (or hardly wanting to) relate to it, it gets entertaining.
Certainly enjoyed it.
The Romantics
This book I have arranged, is probably the best example of effortless writing. It speaks of life I have always wanted. A fresh start, a new city and river flowing through it, golden sunset, misty mornings. I wonder will life be as idyllic as I want it to be.
