Maths fail. Maths fail. Now that I look back on my holidays, I didn't really spend alot of time studying. So guilty. I think I didn't complete any question. This time really quite gone case. And to think I felt like I spent the most time on maths.

On another note, for the first time ever, I used up all the lines for the GP AQ. Not bad, and I managed to complete all my biology questions! Hopefully a miracle will happen and I will do well.

Chemistry tomorrow, Physics the day after and lik is through! No more tests! Can finally relax and do what I really want to do.

Speaking of which...

CT is a very determined guy. I really admire that. Its ok man, I will try my best to study with you everyday!

I know whats wrong, and its a stand-up comedy.

I am not indecisive, I just see both sides of everything all too readily.

I am not uncertain, I can see the good and bad of both and am terrified either way.

I am not skeptical, I am cynical, the difference being that I see the worst side of human nature in every situation. Even against myself.

I am not likkhian, I'm his invisible friend!

My maiden club experience. At DXO, with the TH guys and girls. Not that great. But its the kind of not that great that I wouldn't mind trying again. Drank a fair bit, before realizing that it would probably take more money than I had worth's of drinks before I got drunk. They ran out of lemon and salt for the tequilas anyway. Super duper crowded. Even worse that the MRT at orchard at 6pm on friday. Reached home at 4am and slept till 2pm. Short post.

Well, its 12am and theres no game. I'm bored to tears. Its also at this kind of time where you feel very lonely or very unlucky. I think I'm damn screwed up, don't even know what I'm supposed to do. What exactly is being 'supposed' to do mean? Does it mean that theres a great divine rulebook somewhere which states exactly the manner in which you are to react to circumstances? People always believe in freedom, saying that they can do whatever they want to do. But if theres a 'supposed', it means that even though you have a few choices, theres one which is the prescribed path. So is this what freedom truly means, that there is no such thing as equal chances, no continuous random paths? that every path is discrete and seprate? And that I can still continue typing so calmly when the second cockroach in two days just ran past me under the table? I'm just going to take a second here to panic.;lasha;uho uifgiasjdhf gkjk kf hk jhbkjk jk j vsdfg s

Ok, done. I've stomped that ground several times to threaten the cockroach. I gave it a 'choice' it can come and be stomped by my big hairy legs, or it can scuttle quietly outside to be eaten up by whatever rats or cockroacheaters out there.

Great, this just adds on to the already wonderful existence that I lead. Haven't you ever felt that sometimes your life is just a show? This sounds so damn cliched but its like you are seperate from what your body is doing? Like somebody says something funny and you automatically laugh, even though you have either heard the joke before, or you din't really find it very funny. I get this all the time. Somehow, when in the state, lets just call it the seperated into another orbit (SIAO) mode, the only emotions that you are truely capable of feeling is annoyance. I have no idea why this happens, everyone is just normal, talking, maybe laughing, then I will just have this huge urge to grab that smirking puss and wipe it on the road. Then again, maybe I'm just a grumpy fart...

Ugly, ugly post... But anything to cover up the cheesy cheesy previous post.

When I grow up, I wanna be a media manipulator. Thats the guy that does sly tricks in the media that most people don't notice, yet these sly tricks affects them subtlely. Like making every single character in the da vinci movie use sonyericsson handphones. Betcha didn't notice that! I din't either, till I noticed the police captain Fache using my K600i.

Anyway, this sudden interest rose from a book. 'Slick' by Daniel Price. It has just the cynicalism and skeptism to make it a hugely entertaining read. In fact, I picked up this boo at around 3am last night and aside from about 6 hours or sleep, have just managed to finish reading it. Of course in the process neglecting the biology retest that I have on monday. Nevermind that I have already failed the first one, or that I am supposed to be studying today.

I tried to find out more about the author, but all the reference given inside the book don't exist now. Wonder what happened. Anyway, I would recommend everyone to read this book. This book brings out the skeptic in you, makes you doubt every single word you hear from television, every line you read in the newspapers, and completely makes you forget about impending tests due in the pursuit of the unhappy ending.

I want to write something funny. Its coming up. Hopefully.

Well, I feel like I've been depriving my blog of any real information. Most of my last few posts were hastly cobbled together so I guess I will dedicate the next ten minutes of my life to enshrining my 18 year 2 months and 16 days personality into a bunch of 0s and 1s.

First up, my thoughts on the whole basketball thing. Well, it was my last season and I did finally get to play where I have always wanted to. Haha, still can remember long long ago when I was fuming that I could not play forward. I can also proudly say that I have won a trophy in every single team that I was a part of. Sounds totally cool. And that I have had the same coach for 6 years! So I guess its safe to say that out of all the zhss ballers, I am the one who was yelled at the most! But this season was so much more than that. I had a shitty first round. Total crap. Very disappointed in myself. Then I sat down, had a good long think, and decided that I did not train so hard just to be a pussyboy. A buddy of mine told to think about dominating your opponent and winning the game. That mantra, together with goodness knows what I pulled out of my ass, led me to a better second round. Thanks alven. Anyway, I think that was the round where I played my best anyway. Then after that there was the big hoo hah in the next few games about the cap arguing with coach. Bet everyone is shocked that someone actually dared to argue with him. Anyway, after that everything was a blur and before you knew it, we were fourth.

So heres a goodbye to 6-days-a-week trainings, 7-11 trips, bedok and parkway hawker centres, eight word drill, 8km runs, fly infested courts, 2-4-6-8-10, 1,2,3,4,5,7,low post and auto. Come to think of it, we never used 2 or 5 at all. Erm, mr incredible, lim, tan and of course tattoo! No thanks to the cheebyefuck. I still hate him!

Well, with basketball all but forgotten, I face many empty days ahead. This I filled up with, amazingly, studying! Thus begun my 'holiday'. You may call me a mugger, but no, one need not look far to understand the theraputic effects of studying. I mean, Isn't it a natural high when you sit before a mountain of notes and try to cram every bit of information into your brains? Is there anything more exhilarating when you manage to finish studying organic chem in one day? I mean, its right up there with winning the lottery! I tell you what I do. I wake up, go to the library and start reading notes. After I finish three sets, I tell myself READING SPREE! and go to the toilet to heal. After that, im DOMINATING my notes. By the fifth set, I'm UNSTOPPABLE. After my MEGA MUG, I drink some water and it will not be long before i'm WICKED SICK. My eigth set is a MONSTER SET and it takes a while for me to get it down but theres no stopping me is there? Im GODLIKE in devouring notes and no one can stop me. All too soon I look at the watch and exclaim 'HOLY SHIT! Its almost 7!' Following which I rush home to eat dinner and play dota.

C'mon, tell me theres nothing more enjoyable that that.

And the next point, which my dear friend has so kindly asked me to touch on, my non-existant love life! Hah! What a joke! Who needs love when you have Physics? Who needs girls when you have Maths? I can get all my excitement from Biology and I can safely say that theres real Chemistry between me and my notes!

Damn, I think I am not myself anymore. Somebody tie me up and take me out! Hope everyone knows that I AM still waiting for the special ones. Please call 1900-want-lik to apply, operators are standing by!