A Little Spice

Well, here is the thing about infatuation. It makes your life SO INTERESTING. It just is really really exciting. It is purely unrealistic and imaginary but it makes those moments of studying brain numbingly boring subjects a little exciting. Obviously, with infatuation there, your imaginative powers increase ten folds and absorption powers decrease ten folds, but after long days which stretch around books and only books, this might come as the only escape. So why the hell not?

Listening to: Click Flash - Ciara. Song goes with the whole girly infatuation vibe.

Got Some fEEL? Geddit?

The usual shit. Waking up so fucking tired and annoyed at having no time to breath so I naturally shout at people and then take a fucking rebellion-break.

Listening to: Just Can't Get Enough. Old songs are so light and shitty. Worth it.

I need to shake up my routine. I think I'll go for a walk early in the morning with a friend. Then go over to another friends place. Everything is just so fucking miserable. The friends who are around me are equally fucking miserable. I need to hang out with those lucky fuckers who are experiencing complete freedom. Isn't there like a fucking limit to how much you can pressure students into studying? Because I think we are way above and beyond that.

Integral part of life which everyone must go through to either succeed or fail? I think not. This is more like beating the brain out of your fucking skull and seeing who can still perform simple motor functions like picking up a fucking glass.

I wonder if everyone is equally fucked around the world. I doubt it waisay. I bet it's only the brilliant examiners of Pakistani education system who think they can create the next fucking big things in science by making students learn the electric potential across a fucking eel. Because it's so fucking important. Pressure is so fucking important. Electric potential across a fucking eel is so fucking important. Hahaha reminds me how I've gotten this question about 3 times in 3 different exams. Every time I chose the wrong option and I still haven't learned the electric potential across a fucking eel hahahah and now I think it's become a symbol of my rebellion against fucking futility of Pakistani education system. OBVIOUSLY I'll fail in life because life mostly is made up of the following scenarios:

"So we're not eating eel. We're not near the sea. 

We're just having a BBQ.

Does anyone know the electric potential across a fucking eel?"

Accurate description of a court scene in 1987 by Pablo Picasso

Main cause of my protein deficiencies

The man was hanged

NOT racial discrimination

Arrested for not knowing the electric potential of a fucking eel

Legit party conversation

Legit interview