Hey I go by a name but let's just say my name is smoggy. I am from a small country and a lot of brilliant people around me. But the family I'm from it might sound misleading but to me they are just not my type of people in intellectual or even in humour. It's like I'm the only child of sense and tech knowledge. Yeah it should not be a problem in common life but come see what my father uses as his moral knowledge session. Let me say his thousand stories in 2words "Misleading" and "Lame" but some of it might sound funny but I assure you wait for a while it wi hurt your brain so much that you just want to fly the hell out of there. Let me put todays conversation into action, I have been using a 90's computer desk those sliding wheel one's used in the office like yeah the sliding keyboard might sound cool but I'm kind of a gamer and the mousing system on this desk is another disaster so I changed the desk to one of the broken showcase box again from the 90's which my mom was using as her shoe box while I was using the top portion from the monitor keyboard and mouse. It took be bit over an hour to set it up cleaning the cable mess and the positioning for the maximum argonomic distribution. Guess what my mom wanted her shoebox to be covered with a thick old bedsheet so that dust doesn't go I argued on that since it would just be a disaster for the mouse and risk for the monitor. Boom my father shove his ass in my room and started arguing about how I'm not good with studies (I'm like top 10% of our batch but yea who cares) and started saying if I don't get admit to NDC which is like one of the hardest college to get in and it's online where people are cheating and stuff. He's gonna take my computer away and break stuff and send me to hostel. Yeah so I'm back at that soggy old office desk and trying to cool my head and pissed at my dad. More stories on dad later on see ya.....
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