Swedish Bulletin

I wish I had something interesting to write, but there're very few things I find interesting all of a sudden. I felt like being lazy all day today, so havent stepped out still and am still trying to finish the huge pizza I made for lunch bit by bit. [OK, it was medium by india standards, and that's about the smallest in europe, but I can never finish a medium at once...]

But yeah I'm pretty pissed with myself for weird reasons. Like I had planned to go boating today, but didn't feel like, so made an excuse that I had a headache, and voila, a headache actually comes and hasn't left me for eight hours.

Is my tongue black or something? Lemme check...Naah, doesn't look like that...

Then I wanted to write and settled in a comfortable place with all equipment and coffee and all, and did not progress behind a few words. Tried sleeping, but will sleep ever come if you want it. Tried going for a walk, someone buzzed and I got busy for forty minutes and then I lost all enthu to go. Decided to read, and read about 9 and a half pages. Then tried to find someone online to talk to, but no, if you want someone, everyone's busy....and now, I can't even write a post straight. Huh!

Complete joblessness and freedom to do anything can be quite taxing. I have even watched a trash called KABHI ALVIDA NA KEHNA to punish myself for being so irritable to self hehe...

Which reminds me, yesterday I went towards old, central stockholm on a sight seeing trip and looked around the place, the sea and explored the Royal Palace where the king lives in quite detail. At that time, looking through huge apartments for each person in the palace to enter which you pass through four huge halls meand for the guards that protect the Prince's palace, we wondered what all did these king-types do when they got bored, and realised it must be pretty irritating to get to one's own bedroom itself is it is 300 feet inside the home. Don't think I envy that despite all the luxury and those pretty dresses...

Waise, the mix of people i encounter here is pretty cool...as in i share a corridor with an indian, a south korean, a chinese, a swedish, a french...and i dont know many people yet. And swedish people are generally sweet too. Maybe that's why "swedish" the word itself sounds like a dessert..:P

Oh by the way, I've put a few pics up. Follow the link in the sidebar if you wish...