i don't like vectors.
i don't like answer keys either. they always give me an impression that they're wrong when i get a different answer. i find it easier to push the blame on an inanimate object than admitting to my mistake.
supposed to do maths now. but the night is still young. functions and graphing techniques, i shall cover. inequalities is easy sheetz. yup, i'll keep that mindset until i face my imminent failure in maths. good game.
dont get why exams must be after holidays. which guy in the right mind will want to study instead of having fun man. but then again, it seems that i'm one of the scarce few who possess this "right mind."
suppose i change my career aspirations into something more achievable. life will be much easier then. from, "we hope to clinch this deal with you, Sir.", to "where to, Sir?".
kidding. i still want my private helicopter which i'll use to drive my kids to school. i'll land in the school field, with the swerving rotor blasting waves of morning air into the awed faces of my child's schoolmates and teachers.
I really didn't expect that reply. It's one of those times where you can just fling yourself off a building and hope you land into a cement mixer. although the chances of it are a little slim. besides, how are you gonna get roof access to some tall building? maybe you can ask some bangla worker while he's disposing some dead body or taking a shower in the water tank.
okay back to the point. yup. it's like i die a little inside. there's not much of me left, and there's no refill pack. BUT NOOOOOOO i can always respawn.
but seriously. no. it's okay. i are still giving all of me. ALL. that's 53.6kg of weijie packed with pure awesomeness and tender loving care. best before 21 dec 2012.
it's not just you anymore. it's us behbee. when all else fails... we don't.