Sunday, August 30, 2009

Poor Diaby. Evra is really a bitch.
And what's the point of sending the manager off when its +6minutes stoppage time already? Bizarre.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Okay, so one week left to prelims.
And two months to O levels.
And I'm lagging behind. Be it revision or homework or practice, I haven't started and I really want to start. Even though the heart is willing, the mind is not. I'm mentally tired, while some people seem indefatigable. The irony is that I don't do anything much but I feel tired -.-

Live a new life, this notion sounds so easy.
Discipline and inspiration. I seriously need them.

Okay. I got bored after doing maths. I fucking hate to do maths.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Friends. What a vague term.
The fair-weathered, the hi bye friend, the acquaintance, the close friend, the family friend, the soulmate, the bitch and many more different types. The purpose of writing this post is actually not to whine about how many bitches there are. It is actually just an entry on my observations.

Have you ever wondered how a friendship - a mutual bond between two or more people who supports, cooperates, encourages each other while not forgetting respect - breaks down?

When you do something together with your friend,(don't mind the vague term I'm using), the particular activity is actually a bridge that connects two people, connecting their minds. Interaction encourages understanding. Cooperation encourages tolerance. Whether it is sports or group studies or work, such activities actually increases the strength of this special bond called as friendship.

On the contrary, someone who you got to know through the Internet is rather tricky to keep as a long term friend. For an instance, chatting on MSN probably will not get you a very close friend. Even though through chatting there is a certain level of communication, the Internet is still a barrier that blocks away sincerity and earnestness. Although your friend is pouring out his/her heart-wrenching experiences to you, you can't help but feel skeptical about it.

Someone whom you neglect after not doing things together e.g. watching movies, will become further and further away from you. The distance will become proportional to time. In the end, we're back to strangers again. Back to the life where I don't know you and the world is oh, still so complicated. And everyone is busy with their own lives.

However, I must conclude that this is my OWN observation only. It does not apply to every single human being. I've met people, I've lost friends. Most of my observations are merely superficial. They don't go into the deeper regions of relationship dynamics.

In my own opinion, I would rather have 10 very close friends than 50 superficial acquaintances who kiss ass, suck up and backstab.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

After watching the Cataclysm trailer for World of Warcraft, the goddamn urge to play the game has resurfaced. Aw shucks, what a great timing.

Then again, this can probably be classified as a 'want'. However, a need is definitely different from a want. The basic needs are, if I remember correctly, shelter, food and clothing. However, in my world, relaxation or rather play, is a need for me. Without play, life is like a blank piece of white paper - nothing. So I - the failed philosopher who succumbed to the hedonistic life - shall classify 'play' as a need.

Therefore, if playing World of Warcraft sustains my interest in life, there is a need for a laptop/desktop to sustain my pleasure in playing World of Warcraft. Ultimately, money comes into play. And the distinction between need and want becomes murky again. To me at least. I do like to make things complicated, don't I?

And yet I seek solace in the sanctuary of the virtual gaming world, away from the complicated reality.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

I have no idea what to post.
But I'll enjoy a game or two for now.

A figure of isolation and solitude.
Just a figure of speech.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Discrimination. Inevitable yet redundant in this society.

If all men are really equal, why should we subject a minority to less desirable social status? Or maybe make fun of people's nationality?

Just because you are bored with your life, doesn't mean you are eligible to make a clown out of yourself or joke about people's nationality.

Why?
Because it isn't fucking funny at all.

Monday, August 17, 2009

So here I am, blogging away and not using my time constructively.

Today is the end to maths honeymoon. Weekly maths tests are resumed after a two weeks break. I had really enjoyed life without the weekly maths tests.

I was doing amaths paper today. And the questions always leave me perplexed and utterly dumbfounded. While the purpose of a test, I believe, is actually to keep track and grade your progress in mathematics proficiency, especially so when the not-so-important-yet-a-life-or-death-situation-to-me (as described by the nervous and ever so helpful teachers) O levels is about to commence in about 70 days. After taking such tests, I feel sad, despaired and helpless.

Would you like it if almost the whole class gets like 75% or higher but you are only capable of achieving 60%? This shows a lot about the standard. Nonetheless, the lazy me will always promise to practise practise and practise in order to perfect my maths, yet the sloth in me will halt such enthusiasm when I reach home.


The only consolation that I can derive from is that
not every success in life has a high IQ, nor do you have to be damn good in academic studies to be successful.
Results is not the only determining factor of your success.

Who am I kidding?
Yet it plays such a big factor.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

No matter how hard I try to embrace the idea of
'If I don't study, I sleep. If I don't sleep, I study'
I'll slack off, like a sloth, eventually.

Is it that hard for a leopard to change its spots? Or it doesn't even have any chance in the world to change it? From the biological perspective, the only logical way is to remove its skin or remove it through surgery.


Time is running out, yet I feel that life is just more than getting good grades. On the contrary, the repetitive platitudes and cliche of 'good grades pave the way to a good life' is shockingly, palpably true.


Time for a reality check, or a wake up call?
If I only knew the answer.

Thursday, August 06, 2009

imo

Watching G.I Joe The Rise of COBRA is like flipping a Matthew Reilly thriller.