must watch

we here at yellowsox definitely do not support her and her views. this video has been placed here so that the faithful can be informed. well, i guess if u r faithful to this blog, ur probably too free and too uninformed about the world out there.

anyway, she is a serious joke. i can actually see why there is censorship. although i must say i am pretty sure that this video is not seditious and does not contravene any law in Singapore that i know of.

sex and the city

so i watched the show finally. without knowing that its actually originated from a TV series.
but get one quote from the show.

"ever thine,
ever mine,
ever ours."

start to read "pride and prejudice" and is shocked by Jane Austen's eloquent writing and style.
trying to mug SAT still, but sadly any progress YET.

went for SMO in the morning. thought i did ok and stand a good chance to, for the first time in my life, to enter the second round. However, it seems that every one did a fairly good job and so it is inevitably that the standard this year will be higher, which means that i will still get a bronze, probably, at best.

so that is today. hardcore critical reading tomorrow. and have to pack my stuff today cause some friend is going to china and can help me bring some stuff back home. my room is piled with stuff toys and prelim papers. time to clean up for some serious mugging.

good night

peanut butter

aaron asked me one question today,
why all the girls in class like peanut better?

today is quite fun. i slept for the whole morning and woke up juz in time for lunch.
then went to school to mug with aaron. our classroom is locked so we coped b33, john cheo's classroom. apparently some cca book the classroom (according to the security guard), but they did not turn up.
so we have free access to the air con. what is better is the classroom has two sofa at the back. so can relax myself on it when mugging for sats.
borrowed another SAT book from the library. saw a few muggers inside hardcoring SATs as well. competition is tough..

while aaron and i decided to take a break and go nuts by playing softball using badminton rackets and umbrella, elton came and joined our mugging session.haha
then mark came to the room due to the heavy rain outside. he was actually invited initially but he decided to gay around by himself at windy benches.
can see everybody is very hardcore....

i am reading a book called "spatial growth in sustainablity of Singapore"
aaron is doing the 5th test on the Kaplan book
elton is doing his math holiday homework and preparing for his tuition later
mark is sitting on the sofa beside me doing sudoku.....

tmr is SMO. wish me luck.

p.s. on our way back to school from dinner at S11, we met lenny, the hottie, outside the bubble tea shop, together with his ...XXX... "sigh.... so pro, got girlfriend", said aaron.

agglomeration

holidays used to be good fun, even june holidays. i remember the holidays from my primary school days when all i did was watch junk on kids central and maybe draw some drawings. read storybooks, something like that. i remember i read a hell lot of hardy boys in lower primary. fenton, joe, frank, chet. haha. still can remember them. although all the stories are actually the same thing in a different setting. well, i was small then.

holidays in ri were really good fun. complete slacking, as i watch junk on kids central and watch all the reruns of 7 oclock shows at 230 and then at 530. i played a lot of neopets and gunbound. yea. i only picked them up at end p6, cos that was when i actually got a compatible laptop. which is still the same laptop i am using now to type this entry. yea, went out with my brother, went to the library, went to the different shopping centers in singapore cos i was seriously too bored. from time to time, go for class outings to marina bay but most frequently to paradiz.

holidays in rj are real crappy. ok, maybe the march hols in j1 were somewhat enjoyable as i continued screwing around with some og mates who happened to be my classmates from 4p, if my memory hasnt failed me.

in june right after ccal camp, i mugged from monday to friday at sfl. i still did have some slack time, but only some. on sat and sun i always go out mess around, but on weekdays by the time i get home i am usually already quite spent. or i was slogging off some pw bullshit.

dec hols were still ok, did an internship which was not much of an internship and went to china.

march was spent studying for ct1, which i screwed hard. C for econs.

well this june hols is even tougher. i regret ever having those thoughts that school holidays are too long and we should have shorter holidays so that we can learn more stuff or we get through the education system faster (of course, p1+p2, p3+p4 should merge cos i dont remember learning anything between p1 and p4). this holiday is so packed with adventure as i attempt to scale knowledge hill, econs peak, chem peak, phy peak and math peak.

i started on saturday, after screwing gp on wednesday and after slacking for 2 days. econs started good, as i finish up macro econs. most of it. then on sunday, i screwed around a little. actually in the afternoon i was already foaming cos i was a little sick.

monday, went to smu to mug with zhenan, but i went to see doctor and then i felt quite sick so i went home at 2. and slept and slept and slept. which means i have already burnt 2 days of the holidays doing nothing much.

i am getting sick quite often. in fact, i think ive been sick so many times in rj its starting to get difficult to lose count. i had throat inflammation like 2 to 3 times last year, got skin allergy during my internship at ies, then this year at the start of my h3 my nose would just be foaming at smu. now this. maybe my lifestyle is getting too sedentary. i hope no one is cursing me.

anyway im feeling slightly better now, and i have more or less finished mugging the econs notes. better mug hard cos i have 2 camps to clear.

sometimes do you wish you dont have to wake up?

life is really a struggle, even if you dont aspire to be the best. of course, for the real men, life is all about whooping others, and working hard to whoop others, or whooping pussies whether or not you work hard. for the rest, it is about working hard so that one does not get whooped too hard and whooped too bad that one cannot stand up again. theres really no middle ground. no place for quiet peaceful secure existence.

the world hates pussies.

how i wish i didnt have to put up with all this nonsense. like gp test tomorrow. frankly, im quite afraid of screwing it up. ive not prepared a single shit for it, and my compre is real pussy. i just anyhow anyhow, although i hope tomorrow i shantdie.

my compos depend a lot on whether i get a marker that is good to me.

lets hope my lucky stars shine bright tomorrow.

damn foamy

my endeavor to whip organic chemistry is not to be.

sometimes its not about wanting something hard enough. for a real pussy like me, nothings doing, even if i have spent all saturday and sunday because chem is just too tough.

i was doing fine until nitro I, when i started foaming again at question 3. like ive never done any org chem before. i completely foamed at b and c and g, which were hard foam questions. and then when i refer to lenny's manly tutorial, i foam because the equations and all that were quite simple. qn 5 was tough because i didnt know much about HCl. i just cant think of them. i was foaming like a gay, because i already wanked intro to org chem to carboxylic acids.

im just lousy at chemistry. anyways, still have nitro II, but ive read the notes, seems quite do-able compared to nitro I. hopefully it is what it seems to be. a meek, little pussy shit that i can dominate without much issue.

why am i such a gay loser dick?

because i dont want to foam like a pussy at ct2. im trying to pass some subjects. nope, repeating my pussiness of ct1 is no deal.

anyways, gp this wednesday. i hope the school doesnt improve too much too quickly. haha. i dont want to get whooped. so dont expect me to wish u luck, cos plainly, i need all the luck i can get to kick u in the pussy.

was thinking about life. i think some people are just lucky. people like alexander. u see, rjgirls have been designed just to his liking. i mean, alexander the manpussy likes hairy girls who are less endowed who would most probably kick you in the face with their manly extensions if you tell them that they are hairy and poorly endowed.

and rjgirls are mostly quite hairy and quite lacking in jugs and would most probably kick you in the face with their manly extensions if you tell them that they are hairy. to top it off, they would most probably snot at you and lift their feminist noses right up high. and they are mostly pretty short. not pretty, just pretty short.

perfect.

some people just lead the good life.

meanwhile, i wallow in the mud. back to nitro.

Some Depraved Entertainment

Happy Mugging Everyone!

equilibrium

David R. Kamerschen, Ph.D.Professor of Economics, is a really cool guy. read the email from reeves to find out more about his analysis of beer drinking and taxation. tax the rich too much, and they got some place else to drink.

for those who understand, no explanation is needed. for those who do not understand, no explanation is possible.

this is what i have gleaned from almost a year of going to moulmein weekly, encapsulated in a witty tagline.

today kn n mx (not mingxuan) were at the center with their mama, who looked really upset. not without reason- their results were just pussy. mx was all rounded, doing equally well in all his subjects. all band 4. kn, who is supposed to sit for the psle come october flunks 3 of 4 examinable subjects. the only one he passed, was chinese. and his pass was a real pussy pass. 53.

naah, i wont be deriding his grades as pussy or anything like that. i wont be declaring that he is a pussy and his mama must be a pussy as well, since between them brothers they average a fail. because, in about a months time i am going to get banged by the common test. it wont be underlined, but i know there is a very high chance that my result slip reads SSSSS or UUUUU . theres such a thing as instant karma. what goes around comes around. and with the 2 camps during the hols and completely 0 knowledge of nitro II and a pussy grasp of complex numbers and quantum, im real screwed.

im just quite upset by the school. a student like mx cant even look after himself, and u get him to do cip. a respectable 20 hrs a year. thats even more than i did last year. and seriously, a boy like him doesnt need to do cip, he needs to first manage himself. he is the one that needs the community's involvement way more than the community needs his involvement.

and a boy who cant manage himself is made monitor of the class. i know if u put people in positions of responsibility, they might actually shine brighter. but look at the comments. he is quick to help his teachers and peers. i can already imagine him being a busboy. closing windows carrying files sweeping the floor. he relates well to others, but i dont think that actually has anything to do with his being monitor of the class. and anyway, u shouldnt be getting the 39th of a class of close to 40 be monitor. he needs time for himself.

what irks me the most is the teachers comments, that more effort should be put in to go through his work. i was really quite pissed when i read that. since the teacher has already found that problem, why doesnt she bother to solve it? now a teachers job is to teach her pupils, and this includes giving the weaker students more attention. i know in a class of 42, it is quite hard to give them individual time, but surely the teacher needs to do more. if all a teacher is responsible for is the mean of the class, then all we need is a voice recorder. then we get a real hottie with a hot voice to read the textbook, and then we gather all the kids around a radio and play it to them. and then we use a huge tv screen to display images.

we still have life humans, flesh and blood to be teachers for a reason. i suppose there should be some connection between the teachers and the students. the teachers have eyes and brains to directly process the information. they should look into the lives of the students and see what is actually impeding their ascent of knowledge hill. they should do more than make cynical remarks in the report card. and then telling the parents that they should push the kids.

parents should be responsible for their children, i agree, but in the environs of moulmein, most of them are less able. it is for this very reason that the teachers should put in more effort. tax dollars are being paid out to these teachers, and they are responsible to the people to look after these children well, and make them somewhat useful citizens of society. being part of the dredges of society does not constitute being useful.

compounding this problem, teachers command absolute and unquestioning respect from these parents, who always have this image that teachers are man rape. they are subdued by the teachers, some of whom tend to get cockie and wank around like everydays sunday. someone should put the teachers in their rightful place.

this very entry might reek of irony. to a certain extent, i am responsible for kn's mess. i tutor him once a week, most of the time, and i should have done better. i agree. i agree that i should have been more persistent, and i agree that i should have him drilled completely. but i am there ultimately to do cip. my life does not revolve around him. but i can assure everyone that when i am tutoring him, i give my all. but im not free to go prepare extra material or spend more time with him. i have tutorials to complete, lectures to digest, p0hn to surf, and more. i am student first, and volunteer second. i dont have all the afternoons throughout the week to spend on him.

and i am in no position to teach him about the values of hard work and the joys of doing well. i am the perfect procrastinator myself. i cannot describe the saccharine sweetness of success, because i have not experienced it myself. it is not that i dont want to be philosophical or hypocritical to him, but i just cant. im just disabled in this area.

i just cannot. i know i am a pussy. yes, i am. i fail napfa, i fail econs, i fail chem, i fail everything possible. i am better off that kn, but really, only just. i cant speak from high above, from high olympus or anywhere else.

of course this fallacy can be easily picked, that i dont have to be burnt by fire to know that its hot. but now i really dont know much about labor and success. my life has all been slack and luck has pulled me through. although i think ive overspent and im running a huge luck debt. i have nary tasted the fruits of labor, so i cannot describe it.

a more depressing view of this whole affairr, then, is that, the kids might be failing their exams, but they might be happy. it is all about auction theory, where only the bald eagle that rises above has gotten his worth. all the rest lose their bids on second or third or worthless goods. the kids might grow up to be paupers, but happy paupers. the kids might grow up to be prisoners, but happy prisoners. anyway, the world might just end tomorrow.

we all dont know.

now i find it wise to hedge on my future, that i should mug today so i might have a maserati tomorrow. but this is my value system. my discount factor is low, because my effective rate of return is pretty high when the probability of foreclosure, ie, death, is low. this is the value system of our society at large, but who are we to impose this on these little kids? should we all be k0h b00n h3ngs?

i dont know.
and at least, i dont think so.

onheat

everything is tough. s2b is tough. quantum is tough. getting a quarter of sthos score is also really tough. having to play on the same team as plastic bagg is also very very tough. life is extremely tough.

im sad.

life is tough
tough is life

alexandria pierre. haha. can donate liver huh. heehee. liferocks. jassie owes me monies.

lalala. life sucks.

i am going to sleep, because life sucks.

i am just really confused, i dont need sleep,
i dont need food, i dont need anything,
or maybe i just dont know what i need.

maybe i just wanna leave.
like go to sichuan.
or myanmar or something.

RIP. may death be a deliverance from Maoism or the junta. may death have you all go to a better place.

1800-Ask-God-Why-He-Took-You

all you, you melt my haert. you make me tremble.

life sucks.
quantum sucks.
nitro sucks.
life sucks.

alexander the man

im in pretty deep shit now. got whipped by chem test. 6/26, which is brilliantly brilliant. i know i didnt study for it, but 6 is still pretty pussy. life is really quite tough.

nitro1 was a tough struggle as i kept referring to lenny's notes and more. im just really nub at all the transformations. dont know, cant remember what NaOH gives, or the iodoform test and more. going to limit my soyabean intake soon.

tried to mug hard at night, but im too confused. looks like this weekend would be org chem, org chem and more org chem. im so happy!

we called lim. then mrs tan. the cip is looking good.

alexander da man went ta sit wif da 2 girls from china. haha. out of desperation. i think he seriously has a way wif them girls.

get a life

im juz happily viewing the blog as usual, see how don whine about life and his CCA,results,cip and everything under the sun.
zhang qiao came and sat beside me.

"hey,what u doing?"
"reading blog.."
"whose?"
"don's..some of my classmates and i share it as well."

long long blank.

"i see."
he stood up..walking away, then turned back.
"seriously, get a life..."

.....................................

regret

one thing that marks, or rather, scars, my rj life has been regret. there are many things i know i could have done differently, and i could have done a lot better. when i have time to think, like last night during the thunderstorm, i see myself in a cyclone from which i cannot extract myself.

i entered jc hoping that things would be better. ok, let me be shameless here. i entered jc hoping that i would be able to rape my results just a bit harder, rape my cca much harder, and rape cip like a real gay. all these as means to an end, to get into a good foreign university and a competitive course of my dreams, and maybe if im lucky, get a good scholarship so i dont have to pay my way.

my results reek of real rape. not in the sense of rape like srgius as so graphically described by lenny. more like i got raped. i did ok for ct1, and then i lost steam, and got raped with a whole string of Bs for promos. this time i got a fonging C for econs n my chem is still a fonging B. anyway, all my percentiles have been extremely bad. completely not the standard that is deserving of a place in any proper university.

so i tweaked my expectations and i tried to psycho myself that nus or smu is just as good. im still trying, because i dont want to leave NS and enter a state of depression when the eventuality eventually occurs.

to even stand a good chance of entering a good faculty at these universities, they say they need a good cca record. well, i got an A1 in ri. but almost everybody has that A1. no big deal that i got that A1. when i came to rj i knew i had to do something about my cca. but everything went wrong, i didnt get accepted by shooting cos i shot like a gay, i had to quit french connection because my pe slot clashed with it and generally because it was a completely waste of time.

All I have is rcas, and rcas alone. yea, im the chair, but i think ive screwed the whole cca up. compared to pussy ccas like fx, i seem to fare ok. but look at an equivalent club like one urth and thats where u see the difference. i regret lacking persistence and patience to chase southern last year. caq would look so good for all of rcas. all we did, invite a REAL MAN to speak, and thats that. and thats pussy.

my cip. hrm. i did too little. tutoring the kids generates an inefficient supply of cip hours. i think like i have only 40 hrs in the bag, although im really hoping that the 2 gay camps with yiheng would go through. and then i can have a more respectable cip record that at least speaks something of me in my favor.

yes, all these, percentiles, cca, cip, arent very important in themselves, but fuck, if u dont have any of them, ur as good as dead. imagine the likes of lenny, juanha, rchan, domseet. just picture them and hold them in, for a second. and then u realize, fuck, ur just a complete loser. ur just a little speck of pussy yeast spore that is shameful and unloved.

to add to the woes, i think i have pissed off a fair share of tutors. who obviously arent going to write rave reviews about me. i havent been doing homework, and my results are so pussy i think they just want to tell me to fuck off. i can imagine the future me walking up to them to have them write my recommendation letter, and then they point to the trash can and say, 'go find urself in there'.

unlike the real men, i havent gotten myself a life. unlike shayi, shida, seth or ben, i havent got a girlfriend. unlike most of 4p, i havent gotten myself onto a gazillion deans lists. 1 per battery is just pussy. since ri, i havent actually represented the school in any credible competition. maybe, i shouldnt have given up geog.

i should have tried harder, slacked lesser. i should have mugged harder and screwed around lesser. i should have trained harder, so that now passing napfa wont have to be such a chore, and i wont be entertaining pussy thoughts of getting a downgrade.

there are many things i could have done so much better.

i love you

life this few days have been quite screwed up. my brother's going to australia to start his studies again, so ive been trying to spend more time with him till this sunday. yup.

so that means ive been floating through tutorials with undone tutorials. im now midway throught S2A, which i was doing during the tutorial itself, still at carboxy, and chung is already almost done with nitro. havent touched quantum at all. hopefully next weeks gonna be better.

class phototaking today. blah.

physics test. tough. didnt know how to do the explanation questions. was already foaming at the first question cos i keep putting in wrong values for r and l. which is extremely pussy.

havent been doing much. maybe had a little too much fun trying to deep freeze myself. thats that. hopefully everything will be alright.

everything will be alright. ha.

rj cmi

maybe its cos i was already in a damn bad mood. i didnt even want to go for this match support. girls soccer. what the f. and how the hell they decided to go for it. well, all u buggers should learn from the girls. it is not what questions u ask, but how u ask them. instead of asking whether people are interested, ask them whether they cannot make it. the ridiculous reasons for skipping match support for dental appointment, which obviously can be rescheduled and tuition which is ridiculous since compulsory school events are technically supposed to take precedence over.

the fked up council didnt help. happily tell everyone to be at the general office so damn early, then they happily camwhore and arrive late. not like 10 15 mins late. more like 1/2 hr late. seriously la. they should wake up their lanchiau idea. a reflection of the lack of proper grasp of time. whole day camwhore. nabeh.

i foamed when we got to the match venue. some st wilfrid's nonsense. which was pretty small. the stand was like 50m long and thats that. the field was quite shitty. some astroturf which is damn dusty. the whole pitch was rubbish, there wasnt even room much less proper accomodation for supporters.

not like it mattered. the rj soccer girls played so badly they completely deserved to lose. they lost 3-0, and they deserved it. and they only deserved it because the vj team was quite hopeless as well.

the girls completely lacked skill. they just happy happy anyhow kick the ball. i think vj dominated the match cos the smartrafflsians simply kicked the ball into them. the beautiful game that was the boys soccer finals that i went to watch last year was not to be. the control was total crap. i think the goalie deserves a boot for being so lousy, happily mishandling the ball, dropping it and then letting it roll out. i think rj was supremely lucky that vj was really pussy with the corners.

what they lacked in skill, they didnt make up for in strategy. i think they never realized that they were playing football, not rugby. they can fucking pass forward. they were not even marked and then like quite often u see the person with the ball spearing the attack with no one in front to pass to. and then this coolio quickly loses possession cos all the opposing team just bangs her.

with neither skill nor strategy, the team had better bank on stamina. in true greenblackwhite rj girls soccer style, they lacked in this as well. or maybe its just poor attitude. they just let the ball roll around and they dont even chase after the ball. they were like foaming after 20 mins. u can see them ambling around fairly listlessly. the fire in thems completely extinguished, or maybe there was no fire to start with. if they lack skill, they should make up for it in stamina, but obviously they didnt.

i think what made this disappointing to watch is that rj lost so badly and then there are still people going up to the team to tell them that they have fought well. thats about being nice, about being politically correct, about doing what is right. after the match, console them, tell them that winning is not all that matters, because it is right. If it is right to tell losers that it is ok to be a loser, if it is right to console people who do not even put in the proper effort, if it is right to tell them that they fought well when a pile of milk bottles would make a better defence and a one-legged pirate can constitute a better attack than the whole team, then i dont want to be right.

lets be clear about this. this is not a friendly match. this is not just a game. i know, in every game, there needs to be a loser for every winner. this is a zero-sum game. but this is no excuse for poor performance. u dont console the 1st percentile dude by telling him that someone has to take that spot. i know that all that 'raffles' stands for is the pursuit of excellence. and i dont think we should tolerate this kind of failure. weakness should be frowned upon. the weak should be castigated.

to borrow an expression from clarkson, the rjgirlssoccer team is really like a scrotum- embarrassing to see in public. the whole team should seriously reflect on their pathetic performance. the whole game was just an orgy of rj loserishness. rj is always behind u, says a councilor. i says, fuck, rj should never be behind losers.

NS MEDICAL CHECKUP

woke up pretty early today, got there pretty much at 8 sharp. yep. cmpb is located between the defence towers. the 2 white n blue shits with 'DSTA' on them. cmpb is just a small old shit betweent them 2 towers.

my father drove right in, and then they says, nope he has to go through the gate so that they can subject me to a check. nope, not the dick check. they just wanted to make sure i wasnt carrying in a bomb or something. and then i got to this station where this old cisco guard hiding behind a glass wall speaks to me in completely unintelligible singlish/english/mandarin. i quickly figured out from the paper stuck on the glass. so i produced my ic and my cameraphone (and then i says, fuck u.) and then i says, here for NS med checkup. so he gives me this orange sticker with some nonsense signature which looked like a loop more than anything and says, ''paste that lanchiau thing on your shirt and then turn left". and then he says fucks, heres your key, deposit your lanchiau phone inside the cubby hole. so i doos this and proceed in.

so i walked to cmpb, and i see that a queue has formed at registration. the group in this queue will be the ones im going to get checked with. 2 from jurong, 1 from catholic, my exclassmate from hci, 2 poly dudes n 1 sissyboy from australia who was there with his mama who was rummaging through his bag. i saw zenzel there too.

anyway, cut the crap. i went to piss cos my bladder hurt. and then they called us into a room and says, take off your shirts so we can see who has manly abs (think daojie) and then we can rapes you. no la. they ask u to put on a modified no.3 top for phototaking. simple. then they says, take ur nric n then ur bag n then all ur stuff n just fuck off to the medical checkup.

so we gets to the medical checkup registration. here i proudly declared that my highest academic qualifications merely a psle. which was pussy, even with my 4 A*s and 1 distinction. she rightly noted that im from the integrated program, since i was wearing my bw shirt.

the first station had this fat shit medic who just says, "i want to take your piss." no lah, he was being a man. "take one of each and go to the toilet to your left. instructions in toilet" i here repeat verbatim. i can remember cos he said the exact same thing to each person who goes in front of him.

so i went to the toilet n i was like, shits, i just pissed. so i drank a lot of water n then i pissed into the little bottle which was even smaller than my dickhead. i then dipped the dipstick in. nothing wrung. so he says, "throw the bottle and stick away and wait for the next station".

this "take-ma-piss" stations quite cool. u c full well all sorts of dumb people who piss all over themselves. 1 champion from poly didnt bring a bottle in, so he just pissed right onto the dipstick. then when he came out he was like, "o, oops, im supposed to piss into the bottle?" but it was all ok, cos his dipstick was ok.

+blackblood

so we waited to draw blood. when i got in, this nice messiah called moses drew my blood. he was quite good, and i was thanking the gods above that he didnt botch my blood drawing. but he took so much blood! he took like 2 sticks of blood, please? and then he says, whoa, how come ur blood so black? i looked at it. hmm, while other ppls blood look like dark cranberry concentrate, mine had a consistency closer to 2 parts sweetsauce and 1 part brands essence of chicken. hmm. something wrong. anyhows, the drawing of blood went quite ok. at least the syringe didnt snap.

and with my file i moved on to the next station. i cant really remember the order, but i know there was a chest xray. there was just 1 nsboy inside with a guide and the guide just tells u to take of ur shirt and bury ur chest into the x ray thingy. i bet tt little boyboy must be so horny as he crosses his fingers that that would be a good day with a chiobu dxo doing her checkup. then he can guide her so she presses her boobs into the plastic and he can see them squish nicely.

then i went for eye checkup, which was nonsense, because they just did that colorblindness test and they checked my glasses. then they says, "eh fuck you you cheebyeshit. you have high myopia. isit cos u surf too much porn?" something along these lines. so after that they gives me a PES B and says fuck off to the hearing station.

hearing station was quite pussy. i almost fucked it up cos sometimes i couldnt hear some sounds at all. but he gave me a PES A cos he probably was too lazy to do anymore paperwork and i missed at most once or twice.

they check ur teeth too, but it was quite perfunctory. all i remember is that i have nice teeth although there is a rot.

n then u go into this room of halfnakedmen. basically u go in, n then u strip to ur shorts n dump all ur stuff in a locker. then they make u wait until u r called. all this while u hope tt a female dxo is there for a checkup, although i think im quite sure the females arent checked together.

if they were checked together, i bet all the horny bdsm addicts will want to work at the next station, even if it takes them a broken leg to get downgraded to cmpb. then they can attach huge clamps to ur ankles and wrists, then wire them up, before putting suction cups all over her boobs. after the suction cups r removed, u look like a moxabustion patient.

then the simple stuff, like height and weight, then blood pressure.

after that you wait and wait and wait, half naked, and then you get to see the first MO throughout your whole sojourn. he just blurts the most curt and most famous phrase that is be the highlight of the trip- Go stand where the green feet stickers are and TAKE OFF YOUR SHORTS AND UNDERWEAR. he just takes a cursory glance at your manhood and then tells you your manhood is alright. the MO looked miserable. i think if they get a gay the MO would look gayer. imagine how gay he would be after seeing a plethora of dicks from dawn till dusk. long dicks short dicks thin dicks large dicks. i think they should let him check the females too, then he would be slightly happier. i bet he would be quick to give them pelvic examinations. maybe with a hard and thick probe.

then he says tt im a bastard PES D gayboy and i need to go back in a month to test blood, cos my blood too black already they dunno whether im don or The Stig, although they can be sure im not the Stig, cos the Stig is still working for Top Gear and obviously my left nipple is not shaped like the nurburgring.

then they have this computerized aptitude test, which was like the complete GEP test + math english and basic sciences. which was quite tough i think i foamed. if i were so good at these tests i wont be sub-intake man.

and then i got home.

btw aaron, i enjoyed karu's curry yesterday. the aaaaaa ssss curry and tandoori aaaaaa ssss were hot and nice and nice.

voting tory will give your wife bigger boobs

and increase your chances of owning a BMW M3.

boris johnson is really da shit. haha. at least ken livingstone got kicked. i think he is a really pussy mayor with all his pussy congestion charges and misguided traffic regulations and more. the only time he actually truly behaved as a mayor of the city of london should is during the bombings in 05. yeah. that was conduct worthy of his manhood.

did nothing today except go out and read my silly book. the god delusion is quite interesting, except that its quite easy to get derailed cos he has too many parallel arguments and offshoots going. a little too much digression.

medical checkup tomorrow, which means im ponning school. which is good. but im not exactly looking forward to it, especially the blood test bit, cos of all the horror stories i have heard about the hungry and inexperieced pes e guys poking u up the wrong way and then repeating it, or swabbing your open wound in alcohol.

and of course, i hope i dont erect at the wrong time. i dont have anything i want to discuss with the MO in private.

dinner at karu's.

tied tubes

H3 is history is H3 is history.

brinkmanship, auction theory, game theory, bayes' theorem, mixed strategies and more have all become past.

the test today was not easy. i foamed a little at the first question. but heck, im quite happy to have it over and done with. these two years have been quite cool. heehee. to use a bad analogy, we are like spaceshuttles. we fly and then we lose a bit, and then we lose a bit, and then we lose a bit as we inch ahead. first it was cca and pw, then they just fell off, and then ap and sat and now h3. now all im left with is cip, and then im just left with the 4 a level subjects to hardcore.

which is no mean feat. it is tough like tough can be.

i think i enjoyed the 12 weeks of game theory a lot more than ap. even though i daoed most people for most of the lessons, i think i find game theory enriching, to say the very least. at least i got out knowing that ive learnt something useful, and i learnt it in an enjoyable way. completely unlike ap, where the learning is so sad, i dont even know wtf is happening and how im supposed to apply these ridiculous axioms in my sad life. doesnt help that the way he marked was a little pissing off.

i dont know how i did for the test today, but i really hope for the best. but even if i dont do well, i think i will always remember the 12 weeks ive spent at smu, and the 36 hours of my life i think is relatively well spent. in the now very likely event that i have to study in singapore, then smuecons is really one option i would seriously consider.

this culture of victimhood

#1. examinations and competitions in general serve mainly to separate the winners from the losers. this is be called 'screening'.
#2. pooling equilibria are not easily sustained, because winners always try to distinguish themselves from losers.
#3. everyone who fails examinations and competitions are, i) losers ii) challenged iii) wimps iv) weak, according to dixit and skeath.
#4. you should defect (from cooperation) so long as your future payoff < current payoff. think tvm and the discount factor
#5. rational or credible irrationality or the reputation for being irrational can or is actually better for you.
#6. tit for tat is the champion strategy. it is no good to be evil and follow the grim strategy, and its also no good to be charitable, cos fuckers would take advantage of you.
#7. kindness is always a signal of weakness. signals of weakness always invite invasion, because defenders get good payoffs from acting weak players like you.
#8. khrushchev was just a wimp. simple as that. a tough soviet would have brought about complete nuclear war. khrushchev backed down. khruschev's a wimp and kennedy's a winner.
#9. preparing for examinations is akin to an all pay auction, cos only 1 person hits the 100th percentile and everyone else just gets pussied. in such cases everyone should bid less, ie, study less. i dont know why this isnt the case, even for game theory.
#10. in finite games, just defect from the start. theres no relationship to talk about, according to rollback equilibrium.

PV=nRT

chemistry h3 is tomorrow. i have been mugging my h3 for the whole day. finally, things start to fall into their correct positions. only until now, i truly understand the stuff that i was tested for the mid term test. BRAVO!

last night, when i was hardcore my way until 2am, i suddenly realize that everything i have been learning for chem h3 is all based on PV=nRT. and the only 3 variables here is P, V and T. so here come thousands of derivations and applications of these 3 variables. pretty pathetic, heh? hundreds of years, the old western guys juz spend their whole life trying to find out more about the relationship among the 3. and now, millions of students are spending their precious time memorizing and learning the formula and derivations. probably, there are thousands of graduates or doctors all over the world devoted their lives to further evaluate the nuances of the equations.

what a waste of resources!

but for now, i shall stop my complaint. cause i am one of those who are hardcoring their way through to get a Distinction on the graduation cert. life is tough

2 more chapters to go

wish me luck for the exam tmw!

Today is Labor Day

pretty apt day. i think me, as well as most of the rj population would belaboring away at their H3s or tutorials. for the lucky ones, like me, i guess, H3 is be going to end in 3 weeks math. for the less lucky ones, i guess completing tutorial S3 or simply getting back on track after a long season is equally rewarding and arousing. i just finished brinkmanship, so i am taking a lunchbreak before going to auction theory and then i shall review the pastyear papers allover again. and then tomorrow i shall mug with bernard during the break, and then i shall mug in school until 830, and then i shall be free.

because screwing up h3 is be no high5.

brinkmanship is quite fun to raed. i think jfk is going to inducted into my wohrshippe list soon joining the likes of sir winston churchill, inducted for being generally sarcastic and yet becoming the PM of UK twice, king henry VIII for having 8 wives, LKY for generally being a man. of course the list includes, Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes, Wally from Dilbert and Blackadder from Blackadder Goes Forth. of course somewhere on the list, is be the beatles, the beegees, the buzzcocks, Qin Shihuang, and more and more.

hehe.

ok lunch then more mugging.