Ah.

The end of Year 2 semester 1 has cometh.


Well not exactly yet anyway.


Had a lump in my throat as I watched that fierce, uncompromising yet passionate man finally leave the classroom. He was a jolly teacher. Like a proud father presiding over his sons every Thursday, and then Friday. No mistaking how enjoyable his lessons were.



I just hope I won't let him down for UT3.


Well it's time to kick things up another notch. Fasting month's coming. And by God I must and I will complete all 30 days if physically possible. Work finally starts tomorrow. Till the 28th, I shall be an insanely busy and most probably, a very tired young man.


And of course it's really time I stop putting it off already. I did it early for a reason, time to fucking justify it. Next week, screw the late timings, I will try to make each one. Well maybe just for Tuesday and perhaps Wednesday? I don't know. See how school is on those days.




Not as if anyone gives a shit about what gets written here anyway.





Fuck off.