Thursday
Aug. 02/2007
12:21 am
It's past midnight and I should probably head to bed. These lectures and mindless talk is really getting on my nerves. For days if not weeks. For months if not years and for years if not decades. And...for decades if not for life. How can people talk so much, seriously? How can one speculate so much without really knowing anything? Manusher etto guessing khomota kisher? Tao jodi ordhek jinish thik moto guess korte parto. Heh.
Apparantly amader Bangali culture er moto judmental and narrowmindedness ami kothao dekhi nai. Hell we even judge our own country's people. Sylheti people talking crap about people from Borishal. Chatgaiya people saying crap about what not. Sheesh. Jiboneo egula bujhbo na.
Anyways. Talked to dad finally. For about 3 secs. Kajer kotha chhara keu karo shathe eto beshi kotha boli nah. Bolar kichu nai really. Maa er shatheo nah. Amar asholei karo shathe temon kono kotha bolar nai. Jei karone I prefer to be left alone. Which isn't quite easy when you're living under one roof. Someday soon I dream of getting my own place. My own. Maybe with a couple of roommates. That's it.
Before I get myself into all sorts of messes (read: marriage *gags*), I would like to live on my own for a while. Preferrably ekdom eka. Maybe by next year.
Anyways. Time to head over to my room which is practically boiling hot and the fan doesn't help at all. Or should I try to get some more work done?