wenxin
time now is 8.03am
the rain is noisy.
i kupped this enlarged neoprint from shiying:
=]
read the newspaper today. something tragic.
remember this in one of my previous posts?
she was found, but she attempted to run away again. she jumped down from the 4th storey, injuring herself and there is a possibility that she would be paralysed
"Resume", by Dorothy Parker
Razor pains you
Rivers are damp
Acids stain you
And drugs cause cramps
Guns aren’t lawful
Nooses give
Gas smells awful
You might as well live
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pffffft going to Mount Sinai later on to buy books. then daddy's gonna treat us to HONGKONG DIM SUM! yays
then gonna go parkway to get a much-needed haircut. hopefully by then i would have completed my maths tuition hw.
either that or i'll just rush through it while talking to anita
maths is equivalent to shit X infinity
maths is equivalent to unnecessary torture
maths is equivalent to waste of brain cells
maths. is. not. my. type!
so next year:
Amaths + Emaths + all-bloody-kind-of-maths = wenxin going BONKERS
someone keep me sane?