Hi. So I had a nice big post planned. My usual rants about everyday life, random complaints, my feelings, thoughts, views, wishes... everything was supposed to be in the post yours truly is writing right now. But there's a wee bit of problem.

I cannot for the life of me recall anything I'd planned.

So there. You, my non-existent readers, have been denied the pleasure of being enlightened about my highly-uninteresting life. Better luck next time, y'all.

Well. To heck with what I've forgotten. I'll just write whatever comes to my mind now and hope it'll all combine to form a nice big post.

Summer holidays. Oh, the magic of these words. The mere thought of three parhai-free months cheers me up. And the actual commencement of the aforementioned is something I long for the whole year. When the end of final exams is near, everyone is heard talking about their plans for the holidays. "Main to Pakistan ja rahi hun yaar.", "Oh, we'll go to Pakistan first, then to Malaysia and Singapore.", "Yeah, I'm going to Iran.", "I'll run off to England as soon as the result comes out!"... these were one of the few responses I got from fellows upon inquiring about their plans. I was looking forward to a similar, enjoyable vacation, packed with excitement. But as it turns out, fate had something else in store for me. Something that included me being stuck here in this country where the temperature goes up to 49C. But no complaints. -sighs-
My daily routine in holidays is something I'm ashamed of. Getting up late, having one proper meal in a day, being glued to the computer, lazing around, doing absolutely nothing productive... you get the idea, don't you, my non-existent readers? This year it's a bit worse. Tempers are usually high, and there's less-than-usual activity. All I do is stare at the laptop for God-knows-how-long, shout occasionally at little bro, sleep at odd times, have bits of food when my tummy rumbles, moan & complain, and do nothing constructive.
So basically, this summer will take a miracle to be a memorable one. Unless I have some sense knocked into me. Which is also kinda impossible without a miracle.

I'll just go and finish my Capri-Sun and wish Dad brings a shawarma tonight.
Bye, y'all.