Okay I live with my parents. So as you can imagine that demands a lot of sacrifice. No porn, no late night movies, and no fooling around. I could of course stay in the hostel but that would mean leaving behind everything I treasure; my LCD, Tata Sky Plus, DVD player, my PC and of course my parents (yea they do count! :P). Anyway yesterday I guess I violated one of those cardinal rules of the house. I was watching Ocean's twelve till midnight and liked it better than its predecessor. I had the recorded version of Ocean's thirteen with me and really didnt want to wait for another opportunity where I could get the tv totally to myself.
So Ocean's thirteen followed and I became deeply engrossed all over again with Mr. Danny Ocean. I never kept a tab on the clock. Well never really felt the need to. When the likes of George Clooney, Al Pacino, Matt Damon are gracing your tv set, time is the last thing on your mind.
Hours passed and I started to feel sleepy, well lets admit Ocean's thirteen isnt really a movie you would want to ruin your sleep over. Just as I was about to switch off the tv, I heard mom crying out 'what the hell are you doing so late in the night'?
What followed is not beyond anyone's imagination. :)
Anyway, what an eventful end to a surprisingly boring day.