Life is tough. I try to be humble, keep my head down and hold away my stare, but white capris are still very much in fashion. Only theyve grown shorter, we are in a recession after all.
Karachi has, over the past month or so, subjected its residents to the strangest of weathers. Remember that boy in class who always held his snort 2 centimetres from his nostril, it was green and slimy and it never moved? And it was threatening, always looking like it was about to fall off, although it never did. Well, karachi’s skyline’s been playing the same trick on us for quite a while now. It always looks like its about to rain so much that we’ll all be washed away, but it just doesnt happen, for which we are all grateful, no doubt.
Papers are over, results are out, and im surprisingly not so screwed. I somehow miraculously managed to pass the dreaded statistics course. I have a year to go before i graduate, and things are looking quite well for me.
I have, however, been screwed when it comes to watching serials. We all now how addictive those are, once you start watching, there’s really no going back. Take a bunch of lame sleazy rich kids, make them studious, shallow, overcompetitive, self-centred, add in a couple of equally intelligent overcompetitive but not so shallow, regular kids, make all their parents shady, put their everyday happenings on a blog, and youve got ‘Gossip girl’. I was talked into it, and now it haunts my life, i hate it, but im hooked. Offer me condolences.
And if you happen to be that guy who likes to produced a constipated scream everytime he lifts a pair of weights at the gym, please, shove it! You already are an example of God’s mercy, had he not been so merciful, he wouldve struck you with lightning personally the moment you stepped out of the gym. 😀