A tale of a couple of hrz

Rewind to a few ilogs ago:
A screwup wid xam roll numbers tht postponed my chances of getting THE DEGREE....

Rewind to a lotta ilogs ago:
Nokia 3650, the luv of my life cell phone tht daddy dearest gave me az a prezent....

Fast Fwd to Tuesday 28th September 6:3o am (88MBQ UET):
Enuff preperation for my LAST xam...time to get sme catch eye, set my cell fone alarm to go off at 8.oo am (xam starts 9.oo am).

7.3oam:
I wake up hearing Zahid ’the jester’ leave for work....my cells still there (upgraded it to a 32 MB memory card only a few weeks ago).

7.30 - 8:15 am:
One or possibly more sons of she dogs enter the room, go thru my wallet, take out all the dough, take the SIM outta 2 cell fones (mine and Jibran ’gola 2’z), place my SIM under his pillow and his SIM in my wallet and leave. They’d probably be womanizing, boozing an getting stoned in a PC room.....&*(&(^(&*(&(

8:15 am:
I wake up an ask for my NOT-THERE-IN-THE-ROOM-ANYMORE cell fone....upon finding the SIM under the pillow i acept the fact that its happened for the 3rd time.. MERA FONE CHOREE HO GYAA HAI.....!!!!

8:23 am:
I abuse the CHORz dad, mom, grandmom (paternal), phupho, dog, sister, brother, neighbour, maid, so on an so forth.

8:26 am:
No water in the tiolets , i abuse UETz hostels, vice chancellor, students, hostelllites, chowkidaarz, mess servants, so on and so forth.

8:3o am:
I start off for the mechanical engineering department to appear in what would be my DEGREE XAM.

sighhhhhh life’s a bitch haina?