Sometimes, you just have to live as though everyday's the last day. Like if you knew you were going to die tomorrow, would you still count the amount of fats in that bar of chocolate? Would you have hesitated to spend your very last $50 you have left on earth?

If I knew I'm dying tomorrow, I'll kill someone and that'd be the last good thing I'll be able to do on earth. And that person, would be the bastard whom I can even hear without seeing. The bastard who drove me nuts while I studied for a fuckload of Food Chemistry. The bastard who is theoretically genetically related to me yet seemed like he had no chromosomes whatsover. If we were to do a DNA test, the machine will not show any results. It will first show "unidentified substance", and then completely blow up.