So I talked to my brother just now! He's at Australia studying some computer stuff, and his orientation group consists of an indian, a sri lankan, a pakistani, him, and the orientation leader's called Mohammad. I can so imagine the scene! Like some terror group!

Oh man I miss him already. It's like only 5 days!

The day before he left, we went for dinner. Was drinking and swapping stories. So the conversation turned to our childhood. He was telling everyone that he used to attack me with a comb and a fork, and left me bleeding! Hahaha! Apparently, even when I was a kid I don't snitch so my mother only found out that day.

I remember when we were kids and we always crowd at the window at night, and pray for the school to explode and getting scolded together. Whoah the feeling sucks that time, but now when you look back, fuck, you miss the innocence.

You can check into Hotel Adult, but you can't sure fucking check out.

Fuck, I'm getting old.