Pain and Sharing.

Basically, this is a guy who got hit by life (That's the expression. Literally, he got hit by a bike) Alright, what can I say about it. It would've been me if I had been slow by 1 second at most. Just one second, and the tides really would've changed. It's strange in a way. It's like getting shot by a bullet. If the bullet hits, you die. If it misses, you live.

Now, here's a view which we don't see everyday. Basically, I got a 92% for my 1st Paper last week. Well, it was like way good actually. Youngest student beats everyone else plus in fastest time. The person behind me got an 80% and everyone else was lower than that. Still, a few of my classmates did fail... which means, they'll have to re-sit in June. And these few people, brought me to a pub right after the exams coz' they were kinda sad. Got drunk at bout 1pm. That's a record for me though.

P/s: I still can't believe that clasp was the last. No bullshit bout' bullets here though. I've got something to say bout' it though.

"That's life. Those are life. This is life. They're all lives."