68% for econs, what more can i say.
i am destined for a B.
that elusive A still eludes me.
havent a sip from that holy grail.
anyway, a most important question to solve is,
mutton comes from sheep or goat?
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
McCain-Palin
econs + gp tomorrow
somehow i have this really, really bad feeling.
especially for econs. shit man. died for both case studies.
and gp is da shit. hopefully my aq wasnt completely irrelevant.
somehow i have this really, really bad feeling.
especially for econs. shit man. died for both case studies.
and gp is da shit. hopefully my aq wasnt completely irrelevant.
Friday, September 26, 2008
BAA
i didnt expect an A for chem, so i felt pretty neutral bout the B. A would be nice, but after paper 2 i knew that all was lost. lost hope already. but 67% is respectable, considering that im a complete foamer who still cant get maxwell boltzmann and frs right. a little disappointing though, couldnt get straight As for sciences like ct1 last year. lol.
math was badly done, but at 77, it was an A so i didnt really give a shit. just need to make sure that i wont foam for math alevel by making stupid presentation errors. and i better brush up on complex numbers, cos im really not getting them at all. Yup, and my graphing techniques really damn suck, keep drawing kinky curves and all.
physics was a pleasant surprise. yea i know 80% is real suck by most standards, but after paper 2 i thought that even an A is tough to keep. made a damn lot of stupid mistakes, like substituting wrongly the tunneling coefficient, putting ^-9 for micro etc. and i keep having sf problems, just anyhow sub around and all that. heck.
yea. so BAA. jordan's on fire with AAA. hardrape.
anyway my psycho test was foamy, all as good as nia. shit really shouldnt have gone when i was sick. but nevermind, the B for chem is probably going to cost me my scholarship.
ewong and pjl went through qn 1 and 5. i did 1 and 5, and from the way it sounds, im a goner. after screwing both case studies, and micro in particular, real hard, i was betting on my essays to get B. now even a B looks tough to get.
and im praying for an A for gp.
so help me God.
math was badly done, but at 77, it was an A so i didnt really give a shit. just need to make sure that i wont foam for math alevel by making stupid presentation errors. and i better brush up on complex numbers, cos im really not getting them at all. Yup, and my graphing techniques really damn suck, keep drawing kinky curves and all.
physics was a pleasant surprise. yea i know 80% is real suck by most standards, but after paper 2 i thought that even an A is tough to keep. made a damn lot of stupid mistakes, like substituting wrongly the tunneling coefficient, putting ^-9 for micro etc. and i keep having sf problems, just anyhow sub around and all that. heck.
yea. so BAA. jordan's on fire with AAA. hardrape.
anyway my psycho test was foamy, all as good as nia. shit really shouldnt have gone when i was sick. but nevermind, the B for chem is probably going to cost me my scholarship.
ewong and pjl went through qn 1 and 5. i did 1 and 5, and from the way it sounds, im a goner. after screwing both case studies, and micro in particular, real hard, i was betting on my essays to get B. now even a B looks tough to get.
and im praying for an A for gp.
so help me God.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
i pray
tomorrow is the manday.
math n chem!
chem
c
h
e
m
ggxx
xxgg
ggxx
xxgg
ggxx
foam. i seriously hopes for the best.
math n chem!
chem
c
h
e
m
ggxx
xxgg
ggxx
xxgg
ggxx
foam. i seriously hopes for the best.
@
why is it that so many people says that you can be great without doing well at your studies, and then point to bill gates?
bill gates is a dropout, but he didnt drop out from any mickeymouse ashwood college. he dropped out from harvard. so he must have already been godlike enough to enter harvard. and he dropped out not because he wasnt academically inclined, but because he had a massively impressive business idea.
frying beehoon can only get you that far. you still need some smarts if you want to be truly rich.
bill gates is a dropout, but he didnt drop out from any mickeymouse ashwood college. he dropped out from harvard. so he must have already been godlike enough to enter harvard. and he dropped out not because he wasnt academically inclined, but because he had a massively impressive business idea.
frying beehoon can only get you that far. you still need some smarts if you want to be truly rich.
whistle
law looks like a very attractive proposition once again. i dont know, i just have some weakness for doing law, but i dont know whether i can make it into law school. actually, i dont even know whether i can make it to nus, much less law.
shanmugam earned around 4million a year before becoming law minister. that works out to about 10 000 a day. of course i wont be pro like him, but hey, there is money to be made. and i think i will enjoy litigation.
now the only problem is getting into law school in the first place.
maths tomorrow. arghhhhh.
shanmugam earned around 4million a year before becoming law minister. that works out to about 10 000 a day. of course i wont be pro like him, but hey, there is money to be made. and i think i will enjoy litigation.
now the only problem is getting into law school in the first place.
maths tomorrow. arghhhhh.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
die die die die die
i am dreading friday.
prelims has caused me so much anguish.
to make matters worse, ms office doesnt work on my com.
bah.
prelims has caused me so much anguish.
to make matters worse, ms office doesnt work on my com.
bah.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
despair
1. i read that the math prelim papers are going to be returned this friday. i am getting all the jitters. i think physics is going to be returned to. i am really, really, freakin scared. especially after messing up paper 2 real bad and misreading mcq questions. i hope i dont drown below c level.
2. everyone is making nus sound like the shittiest place on earth to study. please stops it, because i think i might full well have to end up there, and not in medfac.
ive been trying to numb myself, but nothings working.
2. everyone is making nus sound like the shittiest place on earth to study. please stops it, because i think i might full well have to end up there, and not in medfac.
ive been trying to numb myself, but nothings working.
Monday, September 22, 2008
life's not fair
nothing in life is fair. from the first day we step into this world, some people get to be born in mount elizabeth while the plebes get out in kk hospital or some kukunehneh box in kfc. into different families. while some parents scrape the bottom of ships for a living, others just sit around and generate economic rent from the billion and one different landholdings. while some people take school buses, others ride home is a nice s600.
some people are born smarter than others. some of them use math notation as if greek was the lingua franca. yet others look at complex numbers and start scratching like monkeys. soem of them speak with such eloquence, its as if they have visited blarney and kissed the stone thousands of times, or they have gotten the stone to kiss their ass. for others, they still speak gibberish even though they have rehearsed more times than i can come in a week. (like 14 including the weekend)
some people are born stronger than others. look at daojie doing backflips like they are second nature. what about usain bolt? even if i ran from the day i was born, was raised on all the yam from jamaica, smoked weed and took all the steroids that my blood becomes like my piss and my piss becomes like my blood, i still wont even be able to run in triple his time.
some people are born handsomer than others. some people, just prettier, sexier, more fkable. look at the pussycat dolls. they is hot. they melt your heart and raise you up. just look at their bombs. and then look at those belonging to those around you. have you seen any so exquisite so pretty so pert, so nice? if you have, good for you, because people like me, havent.
some people are born more affable. and yeah.
you dont need to be nostradamus to know that.
yes, and the propensity to work hard. it is no ones fault to be lazy. a portion of laziness is innate. it is not about working on getting the right attitude, because the right attitude is innate. aspire and achieve. i hear it every morning on the radio. by some master mammary trainer. my ass. it works, because some people are unpolished gems. but if ur just a piece of petrified cowdung, no amount of sanding will make out a piece of jade. unless the cow swallowed a piece of it. and then you must be the lucky piece of petrified cowdung.
and then of course, if ur in the right place at the right time with the right skills doing the right thing, you do well in life. ur smart and talented, but if u took history and literature when everybody is into alchemy and voodoo magic, its just too bad. and some people just get lucky. have u ever wondered why there are times when you mug so hard but a jackass beats you? well because youre less favored and ended up with a worser lot. youre not lousier than him, just unluckier. because life just isnt fair.
complaining doesnt solve anything, but it sure makes me feel better.
yupp, i havent done a single bit of work today.
some people are born smarter than others. some of them use math notation as if greek was the lingua franca. yet others look at complex numbers and start scratching like monkeys. soem of them speak with such eloquence, its as if they have visited blarney and kissed the stone thousands of times, or they have gotten the stone to kiss their ass. for others, they still speak gibberish even though they have rehearsed more times than i can come in a week. (like 14 including the weekend)
some people are born stronger than others. look at daojie doing backflips like they are second nature. what about usain bolt? even if i ran from the day i was born, was raised on all the yam from jamaica, smoked weed and took all the steroids that my blood becomes like my piss and my piss becomes like my blood, i still wont even be able to run in triple his time.
some people are born handsomer than others. some people, just prettier, sexier, more fkable. look at the pussycat dolls. they is hot. they melt your heart and raise you up. just look at their bombs. and then look at those belonging to those around you. have you seen any so exquisite so pretty so pert, so nice? if you have, good for you, because people like me, havent.
some people are born more affable. and yeah.
you dont need to be nostradamus to know that.
yes, and the propensity to work hard. it is no ones fault to be lazy. a portion of laziness is innate. it is not about working on getting the right attitude, because the right attitude is innate. aspire and achieve. i hear it every morning on the radio. by some master mammary trainer. my ass. it works, because some people are unpolished gems. but if ur just a piece of petrified cowdung, no amount of sanding will make out a piece of jade. unless the cow swallowed a piece of it. and then you must be the lucky piece of petrified cowdung.
and then of course, if ur in the right place at the right time with the right skills doing the right thing, you do well in life. ur smart and talented, but if u took history and literature when everybody is into alchemy and voodoo magic, its just too bad. and some people just get lucky. have u ever wondered why there are times when you mug so hard but a jackass beats you? well because youre less favored and ended up with a worser lot. youre not lousier than him, just unluckier. because life just isnt fair.
complaining doesnt solve anything, but it sure makes me feel better.
yupp, i havent done a single bit of work today.
attinctura
it is not difficult to see why many people view prcs as little conniving dicks, sly and destructive, even though everyone knows for a fact that there are amongst them many a good prc who are not dishonest and not immoral. yes, there are nice prcs. these nice prcs are not detestable.
in recent times, we have come across way too many food safety problems in china. what with sanlu milk and melamine contamination has affected yili and dutch lady china, and almost all of china's milk supply, including the all new startup monmilk. even my childhood favorite dabaitu naitang. everyday, we see images on tv and in print of dying prcs in filthy hospitals and pissed prcs in front of government offices.
the milk problem can hardly be considered isolated. there was also the soy sauce incident, where human hair was added to darken and thicken the soy sauce. of course, who can forget the cardboard pau affair? we still do not know whether there was cardboard in the pau, or the journalist was being a weasel, or the government was making a weasel out of him so that the affair would blow over. anyhows the journalist was a prc, the first broadcaster was a prc, and the parties involved were i think prcs.
food safety aside, there was also the sichuan earthquake. the building generally crumbled like they were built from styrofoam and straw. and then again we see the many parents carrying pictures of their children wailing and attempting to rain blows on the officials, as if this would help revive their children. but here i reiterate, it is only natural to feel angry, especially if your son's school collapsed to smithereeens while the manly school beside it stayed with nary a broken window. of course, theres the perennial blast in the coal mines, although i must say this is not exactly a serious issue since such accidents occured very often in newcastle, in the 1880s.
it doesnt help that everytime after a major catastrophe, premier wen comes around and criticizes the immoral businesses and local government officials. they had no heart, or isit meiliangxin in chinese. it doesnt help that somehow it seems like a fault-finding mission every single time, and somehow it reeks of pinning the blame on the fattest black sheep that didnt cough up enough money in time.
what pisses people off is that the farce comes up to a national level. like the lip synching incident. and the fake fireworks. of course we now know that there was also a farce at the sydney olympics, but this does not in anyway diminish the fact that bocog was dishonest.
as individuals, many of them are downright irritating because they have a different cultural heritage. ok, the prcs in rj tend to be very refined individuals who tend to not have these bad habits. take the train up north to the wilderness of sembawang and yishun, and then you will hear these people shouting on the trains and all. of course, there are singaporeans guilty of all these, but as a massive minority their actions are under the scrutiny of many and then many people get pissed off.
it doesnt help that many of the sexworkers in singapore are prcs, although we must contend that horny singaporeans must keep up the demand for their good service. and theres nothing wrong with prostitution, morally, that is.
what irks many is that in attracting the bright prcs to singapore, they grant them citizenship and all their family members. maybe because of a technical glitch, their whole village gets to come along. we see many a prc selling tissue papers at 3 packets to a dollar all round the island. yes, these tissue paper sellers if singaporeans are bad enough, but it can be understood. but how is it that we allow foreigners to come here to sell tissue papers? should their children not be adequately able to support them? why on earth are we importing liabilities?
all in all, we can see from these damned many problems why prcs are quite disliked. yes, i understand it is not their fault. not every single prc cheats, steals and prostitutes himself or herself. but there are just too many prcs and too many such problems associated with them. they are attainted simply because of their nationality.
it is unfair, it is irrational, but this is the case. if one prc commits a crime, no one really cares. but if so many prcs commit so many felonies and misdemeanours, then it becomes a bad minority. of course, i dare say the majority of prcs are good, but this significant minority of this massive minority on the island gives them a really bad name. and no one can be blamed. attainder is a very british thing, and singapore was a very british colony. attainder is an abuse and excess of the westminster parliament, and this abuse and excess has fallen to the commons.
actually, even among us asiatics, attainder comes in the form of the execution of the whole family. on top of being a severe deterrent, it must have stemmed from the fact that all in one family are one and the same. similarly, as we see prc as a monolithic whole, then the crimes of so many such entities play out on all.
in recent times, we have come across way too many food safety problems in china. what with sanlu milk and melamine contamination has affected yili and dutch lady china, and almost all of china's milk supply, including the all new startup monmilk. even my childhood favorite dabaitu naitang. everyday, we see images on tv and in print of dying prcs in filthy hospitals and pissed prcs in front of government offices.
the milk problem can hardly be considered isolated. there was also the soy sauce incident, where human hair was added to darken and thicken the soy sauce. of course, who can forget the cardboard pau affair? we still do not know whether there was cardboard in the pau, or the journalist was being a weasel, or the government was making a weasel out of him so that the affair would blow over. anyhows the journalist was a prc, the first broadcaster was a prc, and the parties involved were i think prcs.
food safety aside, there was also the sichuan earthquake. the building generally crumbled like they were built from styrofoam and straw. and then again we see the many parents carrying pictures of their children wailing and attempting to rain blows on the officials, as if this would help revive their children. but here i reiterate, it is only natural to feel angry, especially if your son's school collapsed to smithereeens while the manly school beside it stayed with nary a broken window. of course, theres the perennial blast in the coal mines, although i must say this is not exactly a serious issue since such accidents occured very often in newcastle, in the 1880s.
it doesnt help that everytime after a major catastrophe, premier wen comes around and criticizes the immoral businesses and local government officials. they had no heart, or isit meiliangxin in chinese. it doesnt help that somehow it seems like a fault-finding mission every single time, and somehow it reeks of pinning the blame on the fattest black sheep that didnt cough up enough money in time.
what pisses people off is that the farce comes up to a national level. like the lip synching incident. and the fake fireworks. of course we now know that there was also a farce at the sydney olympics, but this does not in anyway diminish the fact that bocog was dishonest.
as individuals, many of them are downright irritating because they have a different cultural heritage. ok, the prcs in rj tend to be very refined individuals who tend to not have these bad habits. take the train up north to the wilderness of sembawang and yishun, and then you will hear these people shouting on the trains and all. of course, there are singaporeans guilty of all these, but as a massive minority their actions are under the scrutiny of many and then many people get pissed off.
it doesnt help that many of the sexworkers in singapore are prcs, although we must contend that horny singaporeans must keep up the demand for their good service. and theres nothing wrong with prostitution, morally, that is.
what irks many is that in attracting the bright prcs to singapore, they grant them citizenship and all their family members. maybe because of a technical glitch, their whole village gets to come along. we see many a prc selling tissue papers at 3 packets to a dollar all round the island. yes, these tissue paper sellers if singaporeans are bad enough, but it can be understood. but how is it that we allow foreigners to come here to sell tissue papers? should their children not be adequately able to support them? why on earth are we importing liabilities?
all in all, we can see from these damned many problems why prcs are quite disliked. yes, i understand it is not their fault. not every single prc cheats, steals and prostitutes himself or herself. but there are just too many prcs and too many such problems associated with them. they are attainted simply because of their nationality.
it is unfair, it is irrational, but this is the case. if one prc commits a crime, no one really cares. but if so many prcs commit so many felonies and misdemeanours, then it becomes a bad minority. of course, i dare say the majority of prcs are good, but this significant minority of this massive minority on the island gives them a really bad name. and no one can be blamed. attainder is a very british thing, and singapore was a very british colony. attainder is an abuse and excess of the westminster parliament, and this abuse and excess has fallen to the commons.
actually, even among us asiatics, attainder comes in the form of the execution of the whole family. on top of being a severe deterrent, it must have stemmed from the fact that all in one family are one and the same. similarly, as we see prc as a monolithic whole, then the crimes of so many such entities play out on all.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
let it go
life has been good these past 2 days.
pussycat dolls are really damn hot. gives me the hots.
pussycat dolls are really damn hot. gives me the hots.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
of polystyrene men, tetrasodium EDTA and coconuts
prelims are over.
and now a one week reprieve.
the fortnight has been neverending rape. got banged on the first day by econs. singala my balls man. completely had no idea what i was writing. half my ideas were brainless halfbaked shit. looked bleak. looked tough. saw foam.
math wasnt any better. complex numbers was too complex for me, and i made tons of careless mistakes along the way. coupled with my complete lack of proper presentation, math was disastrous.
and then physics2 was bad. after getting knocked over silly by math just the afternoon before my head wasnt ready, so it got bashed real hard and bashed through ala celebrity deathmatch. doing the physics paper was like pushing my head into a pencil sharpener. the automatic kind. it gets more and more painful along the way, until a certain point, then i grow numb and give up.
lets leave chemistry at that. saw it coming.
and then econs again was mindless assault as i didnt read the stimuli thoroughly enough. ended up not talking about public transport, although i still stand by my stand that public transport is not a substitute for private transport, not when u have to stand in a foul packed bus filled with foul individuals who probably hadnt bathed since soap emulsions came around. nope, not when u can be sitting on premium leather from italian calf instead of on those plastic chairs that are too small. and no so called involved member of the public will get u to give ur seat up for a folk, god knows whether the folk needs it more than u do.
of course i didnt read the other inflation policies, so i think iwill die again.
math p2 was slightly easier. made many mistakes, but didnt feel so depressed. maybe ive been lowering my standards throughout the prelims. in fact ive been lowering my standards doubly quick since entering rj. i remember times in ri, when even getting 19/20 warranted and inquiry. now, its like, pray for 70%.
physics was cock.
then the last day was serious foam. 2 mcqs, and i died for both. i dont think they were testing chemistry concepts, they were testing comprehension skillz. they were testing reading speed, and they were testing shading ability. they were, in short, testing everything about testing skills and testing everything except that which is important, chemistry.
physics was phoamy. i got jacked by a few questions cos i just read them too quickly. could not waste no time, especially after chemistry. walan eh. blue to red. cb la.
basically, prelims had been a massive misadventure, a complete cockup.
yesterday i took 171 home. its been a long long while since i last used public transport. and then along dunearn i passed a petrol kiosk where 2 attendants were marvelling at a ferrari gtb fiorano. the one attending to it was happily whistling as he motioned his friends to look over.
i wonder whether i will end up as an attendant. and then i will be happy on my job, cos i get to see cars that i dont own. but i will imagine im pumping all my cars up. and then i will imagine driving them out of the petrol kiosk. lol. actually i wonders what the attendants be thinking. whoa, today, i filled out a fiorano. the petrol went down like everydays sunday, not like some pussy toyota harrier. whoa. smooooooth. sweeeeet. it was a good pump.
and then i go out for a smoke and announce to everyone the satisfaction i get from pumping up a fiorano.
next time, all you homies out there should come to where i work to pump it up. if it is a fiorano a maranello or my favorite, the testarossa. of course, lamborghinis and bentleys and rolls are all welcome.
nope, not cherys.
ok. my obsession with coconuts.
im obsessed with coconuts since mooncake fever blue over. i think coconuts are nice, but coconut oil is disgusting. coconut oil when applied to hair, mixed with sweat, smells like vomit.
anyways, anyways, france is like a small coconut, and then canada is like 14 small coconuts. i dont know why im saying this. but clearly, my attempts at writing out of thin air doesnt work. looks like i wont even have a chance at pussy schools like boston.
alright.
going off to nurse my self worth back to me. after surfingwankingsleeping yesterday, im all charged up to watch kidscentral today.
and now a one week reprieve.
the fortnight has been neverending rape. got banged on the first day by econs. singala my balls man. completely had no idea what i was writing. half my ideas were brainless halfbaked shit. looked bleak. looked tough. saw foam.
math wasnt any better. complex numbers was too complex for me, and i made tons of careless mistakes along the way. coupled with my complete lack of proper presentation, math was disastrous.
and then physics2 was bad. after getting knocked over silly by math just the afternoon before my head wasnt ready, so it got bashed real hard and bashed through ala celebrity deathmatch. doing the physics paper was like pushing my head into a pencil sharpener. the automatic kind. it gets more and more painful along the way, until a certain point, then i grow numb and give up.
lets leave chemistry at that. saw it coming.
and then econs again was mindless assault as i didnt read the stimuli thoroughly enough. ended up not talking about public transport, although i still stand by my stand that public transport is not a substitute for private transport, not when u have to stand in a foul packed bus filled with foul individuals who probably hadnt bathed since soap emulsions came around. nope, not when u can be sitting on premium leather from italian calf instead of on those plastic chairs that are too small. and no so called involved member of the public will get u to give ur seat up for a folk, god knows whether the folk needs it more than u do.
of course i didnt read the other inflation policies, so i think iwill die again.
math p2 was slightly easier. made many mistakes, but didnt feel so depressed. maybe ive been lowering my standards throughout the prelims. in fact ive been lowering my standards doubly quick since entering rj. i remember times in ri, when even getting 19/20 warranted and inquiry. now, its like, pray for 70%.
physics was cock.
then the last day was serious foam. 2 mcqs, and i died for both. i dont think they were testing chemistry concepts, they were testing comprehension skillz. they were testing reading speed, and they were testing shading ability. they were, in short, testing everything about testing skills and testing everything except that which is important, chemistry.
physics was phoamy. i got jacked by a few questions cos i just read them too quickly. could not waste no time, especially after chemistry. walan eh. blue to red. cb la.
basically, prelims had been a massive misadventure, a complete cockup.
yesterday i took 171 home. its been a long long while since i last used public transport. and then along dunearn i passed a petrol kiosk where 2 attendants were marvelling at a ferrari gtb fiorano. the one attending to it was happily whistling as he motioned his friends to look over.
i wonder whether i will end up as an attendant. and then i will be happy on my job, cos i get to see cars that i dont own. but i will imagine im pumping all my cars up. and then i will imagine driving them out of the petrol kiosk. lol. actually i wonders what the attendants be thinking. whoa, today, i filled out a fiorano. the petrol went down like everydays sunday, not like some pussy toyota harrier. whoa. smooooooth. sweeeeet. it was a good pump.
and then i go out for a smoke and announce to everyone the satisfaction i get from pumping up a fiorano.
next time, all you homies out there should come to where i work to pump it up. if it is a fiorano a maranello or my favorite, the testarossa. of course, lamborghinis and bentleys and rolls are all welcome.
nope, not cherys.
ok. my obsession with coconuts.
im obsessed with coconuts since mooncake fever blue over. i think coconuts are nice, but coconut oil is disgusting. coconut oil when applied to hair, mixed with sweat, smells like vomit.
anyways, anyways, france is like a small coconut, and then canada is like 14 small coconuts. i dont know why im saying this. but clearly, my attempts at writing out of thin air doesnt work. looks like i wont even have a chance at pussy schools like boston.
alright.
going off to nurse my self worth back to me. after surfingwankingsleeping yesterday, im all charged up to watch kidscentral today.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
where is grade inflation when you need it?
tomorrow doing econs...
... or is it econs going to do me?
argh. here i wish for the best.
... or is it econs going to do me?
argh. here i wish for the best.
Friday, September 5, 2008
dieu et mon droit
sometimes it pains me to know that my best days are over, long over.
i shouldnt have gone to ri.
life was just too good.
i was keying in my nfo into brightsparkss. one section was ip results. 3.87 is by no means sterling, but it was gratifying seeing the whole string of A+s. i havent seen anything come that close to me since leaving ri.
those were the best days of my life. when life was that good. it didnt take much effort to get that kinda grades, especially when all you had to do was mash yourself with a group of good stash and your final grades will be good.
life was good then. there werent any girls so guys acted normal. while america went to war in iraq and the rgsncc girls started preparing for their mutuals in spec course, i was having fun wanking around with the 1i2j gays. i still remember the times we were knocked down in sarimbun, but other than that less than pleasant experience, ri was fun. during french, we be bubbling behind playing with the silly sange, the monkey with a wire in the tail. we played and we were crazy.
those were gay times. time couldnt have been gayer. with yichao and gary gaying each other. with all the gay name calling in 4p.
i wouldnt be honest if i said i didnt mug. but mugging was for the library, and the hml closed at 5. thats all the mugging that was required, since ca results exceed 100% and i was so well clear that all i wanted was a decent set of grades.
and now all i can do is swim in my shit. life is horrid. time is running out. results are bad. pain. anguish. suffering. lifes like that.
im asphyxiating. maybe death is a deliverance.
i shouldnt have gone to ri.
life was just too good.
i was keying in my nfo into brightsparkss. one section was ip results. 3.87 is by no means sterling, but it was gratifying seeing the whole string of A+s. i havent seen anything come that close to me since leaving ri.
those were the best days of my life. when life was that good. it didnt take much effort to get that kinda grades, especially when all you had to do was mash yourself with a group of good stash and your final grades will be good.
life was good then. there werent any girls so guys acted normal. while america went to war in iraq and the rgsncc girls started preparing for their mutuals in spec course, i was having fun wanking around with the 1i2j gays. i still remember the times we were knocked down in sarimbun, but other than that less than pleasant experience, ri was fun. during french, we be bubbling behind playing with the silly sange, the monkey with a wire in the tail. we played and we were crazy.
those were gay times. time couldnt have been gayer. with yichao and gary gaying each other. with all the gay name calling in 4p.
i wouldnt be honest if i said i didnt mug. but mugging was for the library, and the hml closed at 5. thats all the mugging that was required, since ca results exceed 100% and i was so well clear that all i wanted was a decent set of grades.
and now all i can do is swim in my shit. life is horrid. time is running out. results are bad. pain. anguish. suffering. lifes like that.
im asphyxiating. maybe death is a deliverance.
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