pw is dead and gone.
still cant get over how i bombed q and a.
like bombed with a capital B.
or atomic-bombed with a capital A.
or seismic earthquake bombed with a capital S.
fish it all. with a capital F.
but in the end, you cant blame the examiner for giving you shitty questions. (maybe in jiayi's case you can, but that's not the point.) how can you? like you can't blame your future boss for giving you crap. same theory. and i did take away something: next time when lynn and i are talking crap-philosophy, ill say it in formal speech. not singlish.
sounded like professor quirrel or something. pppoor sssstttuttterrring pprofessor quirrrel.
then you come home
and watch documentaries on how some east berliners
dug tunnels, shot people, made hot air balloons, flying-foxed their way across the berlin wall just to get them and their loved ones free.
and you really think
you could care less about shitty q and a.
