trainspotting @ taipei

        Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? -Rendon


在key完二十多頁令人想吐的數字之後，
我更加確定自己是不擅長數學的。
是如何撐過這無聊又痛苦的煎熬的呢，
好險，我還有期待的trainspotting。
即使身體很疲累，還是熬夜再復習一次。
找找最初的勇氣，然後準備，猜火車吧。
yes! i am done, and beautiful summer comes!