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.

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.

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.

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.

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.