Allow me to bask in the glory of being the second poster for a while...
All right, moment over.
As Weixiao has already mentioned in the email, this is our livejournal space. Note that this is open to everyone, ie the public, so no obscene language, no obscene photos, no racial discrimination, blah blah blah. You get the point. Please, if you are going to act like an idiot, by all means do so. Just don't drag the rest of us down by being an idiot here. I'm not sure where scandals stand, but if you intend to post photos of people, make sure you get their permit. They can actually sue you for using their pictures without permission if they get pissed off enough. Or they (more accurately, I) may just choose to take your spine and head as a trophy, just like what Predator does to Alien.
Please, do sign off after your post.
正所谓 ‘冤有头，债有主‘
People can then sue (or slowly torture) the respective person(s) and avoid harming the innocent.
Now that all the customary warnings have been done, allow me to make use of this chance to educate the crew.
If you have a death-wish, you can just come to me. There is no need to attempt to blow the speakers in the PT to catch my attention and wait for me to ask if you wish to die.
Really.
Coming to me will be a much better choice. The suffering will seem to last like the half-life of a theoretical helium compound compared to what I intend to do to you, which in this context will last about the half-life of Carbon-14. Trust me, there are many things that will cause more pain than salt on wound. (Actually, that itself isn't really that painful either. Try it. I know I did.)
There, the tech spec has spoken. Now to rant about being old (and still a student).
It has been proven that after a certain age, your memory will begin to fail you. Therefore, I am biologically, or at least mentally, older than the rest of the crew. How do I know? Just count the number of times I left stuff in the PT. Within this week, I have on separate occasions left my pencil case and lecture notes in the PT. The best part is that I only found out after my sister messaged me. Yes, I insist that she is a sister. A kid sister.
Now to survive the weekend without lecture notes. Damned. How am I supposed to study for CT2 when my notes are not anywhere near me?! Life sucks when your brain ages faster than it legally is supposed to.
It will be wise to note that I do have multiple personalities by choice. It is not a mental disorder but a conscious choice made. Forget that and you might just find your neck against the sharper edges of my blade.
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