Thanks for visiting my website!

I feel like I should introduce myself. I'm antony, a math undergrad student. that's all.

That is my e-mail if you want to talk:
tonyij@tuta.io

  • universal algebra (work in progress)
  • micro-blog made of plastic (trashed to be recycled)
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(This is something I may regret later, but I've decided to rewrite the entire "universal algebra" section. To my surprise, its content was personally quite useful, and several times I used it as my notes, but at the same time I feel that it was lacking quality and needed polish. If, for some reason, you want to acess the html file, you can still do it by adding "universalalgebra" to the website url. You could also email me if you don't know what or who "url" is :p)

↓ These are some websites i really like and think you should pay a visit ↓

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Jmath, Theravada Buddhist Texts, The Red Hand Files*
"*" = outside neocities

↓ To the real artists, some deserved credits ↓

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(the gif at the top)

(This is the random music lyrics part of the website)

To build your own house

Might be the best

Following your own design

Like some kind of God

With a fence all around

A fence all around

But don't forget to put in a gate

Don't forget to put in a gate

So you can have some steady friends come around

You can have some steady friends come around

/

He's moving through your body like a prehistoric bird

...

Yeah, moving like a great, big, beautiful bird

/

To pray or not to pray

To sway or not to sway

Jesus died for something, or nothing at all

/

Do you remember the first time?

I can't remember a worse time

Oh, but you know that we've changed so much since then

Oh yeah, we've grown

Now, I don't care what you're doing

No, I don't care if you screw him

Oh, just as long as you save a piece for me, oh yeah, now

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Que una paloma triste

Muy de mañana le va a cantar

A la casita sola

Con sus puertitas de par en par

Juran que esa paloma

No es otra cosa más que su alma

Que todavía espera

A que regrese la desdichada

Cucurrucucú paloma, cucurrucucú no llores