I'm planning on posting about this type of things 3 times this month. hopefully, this can fill the dumb new requirement#2. if y'all need some post management cred, feel free to BS in this post or delete my Cr*p.

I've been working on my splits.my new fav youtuber is KristiKay
unfortunately, the song she used in one of video, "Rain check" by eventide, is stuck in my head...
sorry, Baidu doesn't allow me to post the url

I totally missed the deadline for my book today...must come up for 7 more pages... ugh. I want to scratch my eyes out.
procrastination is a sin... I should tattoo that on my forehead, so every time I look at myself in the mirror, I'd kick my own butt.
here I am... doing shit I totally don't need to do in order to avoid things I am actually supposed to be doing.

Vi el principito hoy en español. es muy dificil para a mi. Mi cerebro no trabajo suficientemente rápido. Espero que voy a mejorar.

Brennbaum by Ezra Pound,
The sky-like limpid eyes,
The circular infant’s face,
The stiffness from spats to collar
Never relaxing into grace;
The heavy memories of Horeb, Sinai and the forty years,
Showed only when the daylight fell
Level across the face
Of Brennbaum “The Impeccable.”
诗人黑别人都很文艺范

I need to get up and finish my chores, darn it.

A Triad
Christina Rossetti
Three sang of love together: one with lips
Crimson, with cheeks and bosom in a glow,
Flushed to the yellow hair and finger tips;
And one there sang who soft and smooth as snow
Bloomed like a tinted hyacinth at a show;
And one was blue with famine after love,
Who like a harpstring snapped rang harsh and low
The burden of what those were singing of.
One shamed herself in love; one temperately
Grew gross in soulless love, a sluggish wife;
One famished died for love. Thus two of three
Took death for love and won him after strife;
One droned in sweetness like a fattened bee:
All on the threshold, yet all short of life.

@verybig3 那贴楼主自删了英雄莫问出处，同为地球人就好了嘛。

I'm in a funny mood again. this place reminded me again in two days, how much I hate dealing with shitty little people. I need to vent some BS, sorry my friends, you know I love you guys, but you guys sum up to less than one one hundredth of the gen pop... it's a big mistake on my part. 'cuz I picked up my phone and checked the fricken messages before I had my morning coffee... no one else made me do it... but God I hate doing that... why do I ever come back to this place. just trade your God damned stocks and finish your stupid fucking book... there's so many better things to do.

gotta get going, deal with all this shit. it's another Monday. later y'all.

I see a whole bunch of dumb asses yapping about how much other people's English sucks and how stupid these poor dudes are... instead of barking and dissing others with one liners, how about y'all try and help these poor dudes mix those mistakes since you are so knowledgeable. it's just hilarious to see peeps who know jack shit about anything, try to beat down others so they can feel better about their sorry life. not that I don't enjoy a good smack down. i try to dish it out wisely.

今天的诗
Afterlife by James Allen Hall
We’re not from here. We don’t aria, we warble.
We wore suits to get here, rumpled by the hot car ride.
Pumped our own gas. In Heaven two days,
still the custom shirtlessness offends. Like it’s the g-d
French Rivera. (You say it yours. We’ll say it the right way.)
Nor do we au revoir. We eat without speaking, hunched over
our plates at the picnic tables. We prefer paper.
It’s not we’re unfriendly, but its our particular
God Almighty we won’t give up. First Sunday here,
and we’re missing Shirl and Jesse, who started
smoking again. Clove cigarettes, of all things.
What Heaven don’t stock Reds soft packs?
Then Tony stopped stopping by, on account
he works overnights at the baby factory,
low on the totem: cranial deformities.
Well it’s a job. It’s enough to crack your heart.
We stay up drinking slurpee-and-rums outside
the Kum & Go. Who knows how long them hot dogs
have roasted on the carriage, under the eternal heat lamp.
Everything here is an effigy to hunger. Time moves
not at all when all the clocks are confiscated. I am terrified
I will begin to speak in the first person about pleasure.
Stop wearing underwear to our “To Hell with Heaven”
meetings. They give us new names, say forget Louisville.
This here’s all the village you need. We lose every day
more folks to Heaven’s gen pop. We left the earth
but the memory turns us over in its hot light.
The Chief Risk Cherubim say unlearn the love of gravity
and then the earth can leave us back. Psychobabble mumbo
jumble. We dream of opening a garage but ain’t bum starters
nor oil changes no more. The technology outlived us.
There’s a choice to be made between the past,
the present tense. We are failure-angels, plain
and redneck, we’re going to fall down to the earth
we can’t stop loving, find our families and touch
their faces angrily. But first we will edge with pink
and yellow peonies our graves, our graves
which remind our deaths daily: redeem us.

今天的歌Oublier by Aya Nakamura
[Couplet 1]
Il est toujours difficile de faire confiance
Entre amour et amitié, on s'arrange
Pour ne pas être prise pour une conne (conne conne conne)
C'est la triste réalité
Et si tu te fais des films, assure toi fidélité
Fais la place, mais vaut mieux se méfier
Choisis bien tes amies avant qu'une d'elles te déçoit
Ça fini par arriver, prévenance
[Pré-refrain]
Je préfère galérer toute seule qu'être entourée de ces gens
Jeune africaine essaie seulement de s'en tirer
[Refrain]
A défaut de remonter dans le temps
J'ai laissé mes erreurs derrière moi
Se retourner est si tentant, mais
Perso j'ai déjà fait mon choix
Je préfère oublier (oublier oublier oublier)
Oublier oublier
Oublier oublier oublier (oublier)
Oublier oublier
[Couplet 2]
Face à mes ambitions, face à la vérité
Fini l'époque ou je faisais tout pour toi
Tu me faisais mal à la tête
J'ai préféré t'oublier
Fini l'époque ou t'étais tout pour moi
Se retourner est si tentant mais j'ai déjà fait mon choix
Faire confiance pour finir brisée, le choix est vite fait
[Pré-refrain]
Je préfère galérer toute seule qu'être entourée de ces gens
Jeune africaine essaie seulement de s'en tirer
[Refrain]
A défaut de remonter dans le temps
J'ai laissé mes erreurs derrière moi
Se retourner est si tentant, mais
Perso j'ai déjà fait mon choix
Je préfère oublier (oublier oublier oublier)
Oublier oublier
Oublier oublier oublier (oublier)
Oublier oublier
X2
[Pont]
A défaut de remonter dans le temps
J'ai laissé mes erreurs derrière
J'avoue se retourner est si tentant
Mauvaise attitude, jamais habituée
Ma mère me dit d'aller de l'avant
Et d'oublier !
[Refrain]
A défaut de remonter dans le temps
J'ai laissé mes erreurs derrière moi
Se retourner est si tentant, mais
Perso j'ai déjà fait mon choix (mon choix)
Je préfère oublier (oublier oublier oublier) (oh non non non)
Oublier oublier (oh non non non)
Oublier oublier oublier (oublier)
Oublier oublier