Every now and then during classes, some complicated chemical reaction inside me forces me to look at the beautiful Muslim structure behind those class windows. Whenever i do that, wonderful past memories starts flashing through my mind. Its like reading a book. I hate it when this happens, it distracts me a lot, one thought will lead to another.. and before i realize.. its lunchtime... then I'll have to borrow one of my friends' note to fotostad.. i used to copy them by hand, but soon convince myself that it dose not matter because its just simply too much work. If i bother... i would ask wei yuan questions bout' the lesson that i had just "missed" but most of the time I'll just tell myself that i will figure those unforgiving homework questions out. How proud eh? That of course means i didnt ask anybody questions regarding the lessons... and also means that I'll be trembling with anger while i do my homework back at home... . How II(Idiotically Ironic).

Its a new year, I've got a new haircut. I shaved my mustache.. all by myself, NO one taught me how to do it. I looked at myself in the mirror.. picturing him behind me teaching me to shave my mustache, he wasn't there of course, i just picture him there. Its usually the father teaching the son.. but that for the usuallys, I'm not a usually. Half of me desperately wanted him to be there.. to be there laughing at me and half of me desperately wanted him to fuck off as far from me as possible... Again, how II(Idoiticall Ironic).

What brand do u wear when u play the de_dust map in Counter Strike? U wear Adidas because A-didas= De_dust 1