..Kher...apparently this term was the shortest of the whole year and I've managed to skip the most now than ever. I should get recognition for it or something..who knows they might get all sympathetic and extend my deadlines because I am, now, struggling.
The handful of times I have been to Uni, I've found my dad smoking outside our front door on my return. He probably knows that I can see him from a distance, with a cigarette between his fingers, smoke swirling right infront of his eyes. I do see him and it breaks my heart. As I get closer and he figures its me, I start looking elsewhere as to not show him that I have already seen him smoking and he too, quickly, puts the cigarette off and turns around. Who are we fooling? ..... Doesn't it all..life...seem like a big joke?..
Apart from that, seems like facebook has finally reached Pakistan. I am getting all these previous class-mates sending me requests and messages, reminding me about our friday tutorials and bla bla teachers.. its a little nostalgic if not overwhelming. Apparently they changed P.A.F to Fazia Inter College.... As if. Also, it made me think, how great of a childhood I've had... maybe that's why this is hard. Harder. -shrug-
Funny how I always turn to blogger when Im in this stressed, restless, depressed, crappy mood. Something about people always missing at the right time.
Always.
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