It's not always about chance.

I woke up in the morning, I looked into my closet and all of a sudden I felt like wearinga shirt.

As in collared, buttoned, pocket on the chest kind of shirt.

I didn't realise it would attract so much unwanted attention. People were asking me what that was for, or they were commenting (mildly sarcastically) on how formal I was, or was laughing at me for wearing a Dannu Koh shirt (don't even talk about it).

I practically slept through C++ (relieved that the submission date was extended) and then got damn mad at the people at SIT club for delaying payment by TWO weeks.

I'm not waiting that long.

Well, I have a lot of stuff I want to write but this bloody hell excuse of a computer is giving me tons of problems.

Maybe I'll write it in school or something.

Ciao.