even if a person forgets his past, his past does not forget him

Wake Me Up [ When September Ends ]

The title has nothing to do with this entry, besides the fact that it is currently September.

This song was part of one my friend’s info, and never knew it was about until the song played on the radio one day…
*feels stupid*

It’s still just a sad song though. D:

Anyways, the real point of this entry is to distract myself from studying for my Organic Chemistry midterm that’s next Wednesday.

First off, I’ll like to thank everyone who remembered my birthday without Facebook telling you that it was so!

I love you guys!

And thank you for the lovely presents that I have already received and the ones that are currently at Stephanie’s house. ^^;;

Now here are some pictures to take up space and entertain you:

Cake from parents and family~

Cupcake with 19 candles~

Cake from roomies~

cards~

♥ ♥

Anyways, back to studying now~

Home

I seem to have gained the skill to communicate with strangers and lost the skill to communicate to those at home. 

I hate coming back being forced to do things. It’s like everything is saved for me to do, and no one decides to- wait, I mean no one is capable of doing something that they undoubtedly have the skills to do. I mean, come on, how hard is it to reinstall the operating system of windows and install the chinese language packages? Any self respecting, intelligent person would be able to easily and quickly use this wonderful tool called a “search engine” to find a how to guide. Oh right, this said person is utterly uncapable of using a search engine for something so rudimentary. Because, you know, thinking of the correct search terms is so damn difficult. It’s so hard that it’s completely impossible  for him to learn through experience. Seriously, how can expect to survive in this world if he unable to use a search engine?! 

WTF>

I can’t stand people who care too much. It makes me suspicious.

We travel alone, one by one, in the vast ocean called life. 

Reason is our compass, and passion is the wind…

 

Edison no Haha

Family

~ In each family a story is playing itself out, and each family’s story embodies its hope and despair. ~ Auguste Napier