Locked out of your own room with nothing except a bath towel and slippers: missing breakfast (not much of a loss) as a consequence of the same : if not the beginning of another glorious day what do you call it?!
White lies and more… is this what they mean by ‘the’ growing up process?Nothing gets easier with time, it just seems to be so and yeah…I refuse to grow up.But then, since when has anything waited for my acquiescence?
On a better note,deleted my orkut accout…feels good. Facebook seems better,let’s see if appearances are deceptive ! 
