I have so much work to do lately that I don’t do it by pleasure so I think it’s time to stop a little. I hate exams.
Honestly, what makes me feel a little strange is that I learnt one of my friend (not really a close friend but a guy I liked) died in a parachute accident. I hadn’t seen him for a while and didn’t plan to. I don’t know, I guess I won’t miss him everyday as we weren’t that close but…I think it’s just the feeling that he’s gone for ever. I can feel this is not right, it shouldn’t be that way.
I thought it was way more important than my little stuff.
Reminiscence 