I obviously don’t understand everything fully 100%, and maybe will or maybe never will. Who knows. But there is one thing that makes sense. I never even remotely thought of it. Everything would make sense then. Let’s not whine about what a bunch of incredible cowards these fucking freaks were…
I have no idea what the title should be. This is the craziest thing I have ever seen. Anyway, many people have said the same thing, and I’ve heard what they said, I will work on my health for a little while. It will take a bit of time. 君穎，不管怎樣，妳真的不會覺得我很聽話嗎。
I learned a new song! It’s truly fairly new. A banger from the stone age. A true classic. I didn’t expect to learn that one in my old days, but I mean who cares. Also, it really was the easiest of them all. I mellowed down a lot. Twenty years…
The Dutchies probably saw this one coming only from 25000 kilometers away, but here it comes anyway: Een Koekje Van Eigen Deeg Go and figure out for yourselves what that means 吧.
師兄，等飛機囉！
I’ve said this already, but just for the sake of my own sanity: It doesn’t hurt to repeat it once I guess. Or twice. And I need to cut my nails. These long greasy nails don’t type very well. I’ve always wondered where people get the inspiration and knowledge from,…
The creepiest thing of them all, is that everything has been read by more than one person. From A to Z. Or at least by the medical freak industry, their chess playing geniuses, the Dutch whatever-the-fucks, the Taiwanese brigade of professional cocksuckers, etc, etc, etc. The easiest (but not best)…
So to keep it short: I think we’re done dealing with the brigade of self-declared hyperintelligent donkeys! If only, right. Fake pandemics, moral hazards, Radjabovs, mafiakids, sound-a-likes, obsessed freaks listening to orders on high speed trains, I mean I don’t even care what nonsense you have thrown at me and…
Good tune, the version by Gabrielle that is. They have come true. I failed my little uniprogram rather unapologetically. And I really did get beaten up really hard by whom it may concern. It took around fifteen years of daily and recurring nightmares, but in the end my Dreams Truly…
It’s been thirteen years now; And the main point is of course that everything still has to follow the outlines (or 框架) of the shitshow. As if it wasn’t enough of a disaster. Thirteen years ‘ey. Donated to a bunch of freak scientists who can’t even follow basic medical ethics…
