Guess who?

My brother has decided to leave me at home instead of letting me absorb useless information in boring lectures. I wonder how safe it is having monks as neighbours. If a fire broke out, would the monks save their new maroon Mercedes E240 or me? It's not a very comforting thought. But I guess not all monks are bad. Some are regular nice chaps who love that bit of adrenaline rush from rappelling down buildings, risking frostbite and standing atop an A4-sized platform raised five stories high. Top of the world man. I could sit there forever.

Here's a photo I found somewhere while waiting for my brother to come home. Anybody knows the chiobu in the pic? Ok, I know the image is goddamn small and the eyes are covered but hey, ain't that the whole point? Haha.