Holy mama, maths conquered me. I was half expecting a ferocious 1 and half hour and intense battle with the paper and the paper exceeded my bloody expectations. Never knew maths could be this torturous and sick. I fought valiantly i guess, with pride and honour. But i guess the paper didn't give me any shit and just did what it had intended to do the moment it came out of the photocopier or whatever.
Yes, failing seemed to be the only way now.
More imptly, i gotta pick myself up from this failure and be a better man. Sounds corny and cheesy but thats the way to go, emo cant get you far.
Sweet holy god, we are having full day on thursday. Thats like the best thing that has happened since ramly burger. Ramly is frigging great but a burger is totally sinful. All the mayo and bbq sauce. Smacking great.
Oh and seems like barca want eboue just like how arsenal wants me. Strangely, i'm actually half hoping that this rumor is true to its core. If Barca needs a joker to cheer up TH14 and co, i say go for it. Take him, take him to your heart.
I cant believe i can still walk today, after all that crazy sprinting yesterday. It seems like a good night to just lay on the bed and dream off. So, till tomorrow.
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