There's something about German words. Blitzkrieg. I read that for the first time in 8th grade, in an Oxford History book. It means "lightning war". They called the World War II that. They're annoying and loud to hear, but nice to read.
We are currently living in the Stone Age here in Pakistan. No light, no gas, and if you wait long enough, no water. Those days I curl up in my bed, with my half charged laptop and watch reruns of Keeping up with the Kardashians. Guilty pleasure, that I've told everyone about, and am not ashamed of. The trick is to be so open and unabashed about it, that nobody can bother you or tease you. And so they don't :)
FINAL YEAR MBBS. Where do I start, where do I end. It hit me on the face the very first day. FOUR hours of wards?! So hard. And then the teachers breathing down your neck and telling you off for not knowing anything. Now we know where all the teachers were when we were in 3rd and 4th year. They were busy with final year. So I am not happy that things had to get serious so quick. And serious in a way, where I can't see myself bunking, and that. really. hurts. That's what hurts most of all. I need my escape window. To leave the college when it all feels like too much, and knowing that I can get away with it.
Kt is married, and now its just me and my little sister. The family dynamic has changed; I'm closer to lil sis in so many new ways. We talk more. She sleeps on Kt's side of the bed.
Need to go pick out my clothes for tomorrow, and then sleep. I want to write more but the looming need to pick out clothes is killing me. Bye!
