Another 2 weeks and the exams are upon mua. Maths 3. Electronics and the QUEENS ENGLISH. Being totally hopeless in maths I or we, the people of United States of Steinfurt, put all our hopes upon der Morawetz. Now WAS UND WER IST DER MORAWETZ?
He's nothing but a math genius who appear to think spending a weekend to review stuff for the exam is enough. So he spends the remainder of his vorlesungszeit (time) teaching us how we would be able to see a complete 360 degrees when we jog at the speed of light. That and something about antennas and a whole lot of maths that has nothing to do with NUMBERS anymore. It's the whole point why we asians strive in that subject in the first place - that it has nothing to do with the german language. Well ladies and gentlemen now its just a bunch of f(u(c(k)))ing crap that no one can screw to get ahead.
I had a nice conversation last night (one which I had to pay for eventually). I'm not gonna mention names luv ;) and it got me thinking about something pretty ironic. They say you get 72 virgins when you're in heaven. Malaysia has a little more than 27 million people - at least half of them are virgins. Need I say more - the better heaven is in between thailand and singapore!
Wind of change has come to Steinfurt city. The kinda wind I hate. The kind most commonly known as wind, literally. Snow tingles my emotions for the first week, then it pisses on ya on your shoes - salty piss I would say ( tip: don't lick the bottom of your shoe for 10 Eu ). Now a gush of wind to your face early in the morning that produces that kinda sweet sour tightness in your crotch. If only we could isolate the earth or at least ST-city and have snow that don't melt with 30 degrees weather and untouched sandy beaches right outside your doorstep. I'm gonna entwickeln that one day.
In a tad less than 2 hours wuerde ich viel reinpfeifen dass ich morgen ueberhaupt nicht aufstehen wuerde - oh someone's got a birthday party fyi. And a little note before I leave to she who thinks shes got it all right - you don't. You don't know me. You never will if you keep living the way your family and friends made you. Hud. Out.

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