Oh, hey. Didn’t see you there. Probably too busy being iconic while failing at life. Exams? Tragic. Grades? Worse. I stare at the paper and forget everything. Coaching? A slow, painful death. Sitting there, pretending to care while my soul escapes. Now, Ramadan. Fasting all day, still expected to function. Starving and doing math? Cruel At least this website exists—shiny, beautiful, carrying my mood. I’m flopping, but hey—I’m alive!