Now, how can I expect a smooth ride? Today's planned date didn't materialise. It was a bit of frustration here and then, inside me. I waited for her call yesterday, which never came. And this morning, she called to tell me she's going for an interview later on, and could only meet me after the interview. Wait. She managed to call in the end at around 4pm, asking me to meet her. I was napping at that time - all the waiting makes me so drowsy - but nevertheless IS willing to turn up. But I guessed that she might be too tired afterall and suggested that she make the decision to meet or not. To that she decided not, but promise a date next week. I'm getting abit weary of this because past experiences tell me that she might just forget about this promise all together. Sigh. Well, her girlish 'sorrys' did have an impact on lessening my disappointment. Okay. Alright. Sigh.

Oh man, Yonglin [Mumbo-cum-Hall9-cum-AJC-fren] is going to San Diego as well. He is alone like me and it's a comical scene when two big men got their huge load off their shoulders, embracing while repeating 'Steady liao la' to one another in front of the co-ordinator. Hahaha. Now I can look forward to San Diego with more ease. Dammit, 8, yesh 8 people are going and if I manage to get in touch with them, it will be a hell lot of fun, I can imagine. As Eric puts it, got cai go with you then fun. Okay la, Yonglin is quite an adventurer. Got him but no cai is alright, I suppose.

Just an update. Finishing my previous post, I dozed off into a slumber and woke up very late for the meeting. SK texted me to ask if I'm still coming, and of course I did, but in a cab. I'm starting to live a regular cab's life, I think. But then again, it was uncalled for, because the kids [small adults] were playing some games and greeted my arrival with the 'shit' clap. Games were played and lunch was taken. Together. We then splited into groups to do door-to-door publicity before ending late at the CC to finish up our ka-zhua mascot. The day was ended at the prata place I was at a night earlier, but this time with SK. She's the nice nice kinda person that you enjoy company with, and sometimes wish you were this nice. It was then IIC meeting where I am supposed to choose my 'successor' and very soon later, I decided to give up the VC of the FOC committee as well. I gathered that it was very unfair to the rest who wanted it more than me and by backing out of my promise that I will not go for INSTEP, I was actually playing bastard. It didn't occur to me before then because I have this 'fuck-care' attitude that I wish I hadn't. Hmn. And then I sent off another lame sms crap of mine, hopefully to spark off a phonecall between me and her. On hindsight, I looked stupid and desperate-tilted. It worked nonetheless, so I'm not complaining. We are going out again. [smiles]

In a sheer determinance to defy gravity and sleep, I clocked an unbelievable number of hours playing WoW with a nice new friend. This after visiting a zombie-liked Sitex, attending Chuan's father's wake and prata session with the Wise Utd gang. Now I'm desperately needing sleep but apparently I can't because Mumbo Camp meeting is scheduled at 10am and I can't possibly miss it out. 'Cos I'm in camp mood liao! Back to WoW, the kay-kiang duo decided to attempt the red-zone and was kana killed a few times before deciding that enough was enough - more help was needed. Being lazy, we resurrected at the nearest cemetry and wanted to make our way back to base camp. The tricky part is, little did we know that we got resurrected in an Orc country. Whoa, hell did we run for our lives! Orcs are Hordes while we are Alliance. So it's natural that we hate each other to the core and fight whenever we see each other. This time, I have to use all my escaping might, freezing them in place and blinking myself 20 yards ahead every now and then. I was making myself look like 段誉 in 天龙八部 where escaping is the smartest thing to do. It was hilarious and simply belonged to those 'laugh-out-loud' moments. Alright, I guess WoW gotta take a break now. Meetings on Monday and Tuesday means that I gotta stay in hall the next 2 days. And I gotta settle my overseas housing issues as well. Been putting it off since last week. I certainly don't wish to end up with no roof over my head in an Orc country come Feb!

You know what's sian? Other than still having exams and stuff less important than these. I tell you what's sian. Sian is to have your lvl-22 mage standing in the middle of nowhere in the jungles of Felwood while your computer crash and burn and the whole family blames you for playing too much game. And you are playing original games. These folks just don't understand. What could be more sian? Well, to be asked to hand over my post to someone else when it appears that I'm destined for San Diego (Yea, I'm going for INSTEP, I have re-re-reversed my decision) after slogging my whole semester out creating and recreating designs after designs with no forms of appreciation other than 'Hey Liang-ge'. Even when I have promised to deliver my works from afar. Fuck off la. SO, what else could be more sian? I tell you, playing catching is sian. I hate to play catching. Catching people's mind when my mind can race faster than Ferraris is sian. After 15-over sms-es (mostly craps) spanning over 2 days, we are still at nowhere. Spare me the sian-ness la. Life's a waiting game, isn't it? I must say I'm not the most patient of all.

I went to Thottbot.com and learned a new thing everyday. Very useful because it saves me a lot of time gaming fruitlessly. I realise to become stronger, you got to specialise your talent points in a specific field of magic - mainly frost or fire - with arcane spells to back you up. Sounds like real life. Knowing a little about alot isn't good for excelling. No wonder I keep dying.

Yesterday was a non-internet day. I can't stress enough the importance of internet in my life, especially when you are at home and you are WoW-inclined. But Singnet simply wanted to play punk, nearly forcing me to jump ship to Starhub. The most reasonable excuse I can come up with is the rain. Perhaps some lightning has struck on the Singnet satelite and ALL Singnet users got hung. I don't know how addicted I am to the Internet because ever since I've gotten broadband, I have been connected whenever I'm at home. Getting something to do offline is hard. I tried playing Warcraft 3 and FM2005 but it's so boring. I flicked out my DVD version of 古惑仔 Part 1 and spent a good 2 hours in front of it. Then it was a dull 0-0 between Manchester and Riquemue-less Villareal. Then it was bedtime and 4 hours later, it was a wakeup call from Jx to go KTV. At 4pm, it was ka-zhua group meeting at the Community Centre, where I spent the next 5 hours doing camp IDs and mascot with peeps 5, 6, 7 and 8 years younger than me. All of them share a common Mumbo culture in them, so they are all friendly and nice and kind people. Reaching home finally needing a good rest, but my Internet is up and running, and my dear mage is calling out desperately for me. "I'd love to quest with ya but I'm damn shag. Tomorrow bah." Friend - Don't use the word 'shag'. Me - Why? Friend - You know it's 'dirty' meaning? Me - Yah. Friend - Don't use it. It's evil. Me - :)

I think in order to get more people to join me in this WoW journey, I need to post some screenshots to gian potential ka-kis. As a matter of fact, I was wowed into playing by the magnificant screenshots. So this day, my chio mage is embarking on a journey on foot to the Wetlands. On the way past the Stonewrought Dam, she saw this human standing at the edge of the dam. Trying to impress him, she started to dance in front of him, but to no avail. Throwing a fit, my brave mage jumped down from the edge, not realizing how high she is jumping from, and watching her jump made me orgased for a second, because it seems like you are the one jumping. Yah, the graphics that real. Of course she died, and in WoW, there's no penalty for dying. Your spirit simply make your way from the nearest cemetry (which is quite far) to collect your coprse and resurrect. And when she's alive and kicking again, the truth starts to sink in. She is now standing at the edge of a waterfall, with nowhere to go 'cept to jump again. Not only that, she has to jump twice because the landing below her is not the end of the waterfall. Dammit. Before we did 'You jump, I jump', I took a screenshot. There, this is it. Hopefully I will take more, because the scene while I ride the Gryphon (WoW's air transport) is awesome.

Wong sent this link to me yesterday. The tricks are flawless and awesome. Beyond words. Not the usual stage magic that get decipher on a daily basis. These guys are streets magician. Illusion or what, I don't know. Damn cool, I know. PS: Check out the burger one at the bottom. Whoa!

I guess Foxtrot basically sums up what we should NOT do with SONY.

Saw this while glancing through my frequent blogs. It's a collection of dreams on chalkboard. What's mine? Hmn. What's yours? What's the plan for the holidays? This question kept popping out from my mouth whenever I see a friend. Work, church, nua at home, etc. For me, I have already passed 2 job openings. This one month break is going to be a break. Seriously, not many chances to have such breaks, I believe. You want to earn money? Now is not the time. You get to earn and slog and slog for all you want when you graduate. Scared don't have chance to work arh? I want to play WoW, learn to cook and shoot pictures and possibly go for a short trekking trip. I heard my friend going for one at $80. Old neighbours, can? And then there is the upcoming Mumbo Camp! Nothing to do with Zouk, because this one has everything to do with kids. Lovely and sometimes irritating pests they are, these mambo kids are also the reason that put a trueful smile on my face at the end of every year. Last year, I felt pressured to put in a good performance and showed that I'm not any kinda failure. Well, I guess I have come out of age. Today's meeting was a very relaxing one for me. No pressure to remember new names/faces and such. Cool. Oh ya, our group name is Ka-Zhua. At a time when Guo Mei-mei is promoting anti-cockroaches campaign. -_- The camp will certainly take my mind off certain things. And the camp has a Christmas gathering every year, so the Community Centre will be my last resort to avoid a lonely X'mas. Of course I wish I can spend it with someone else, but that's not really in my control. Sigh.

After 4 days of aggressive training, I have advanced to become a lvl-19 mage, dying not less than 50 times in my WoW career so far. Reason why is because I invested poorly in my armor, and I like to be the 'tank' in raids. When you are the 'tank', you go up to the enemy and take damage while your friends shoot ammo from afar. So when you have become a 'tank', you are either damn thick-skin in the game (defensively strong) or in real life (superbly high egos). Amazingly, my best friends are made when I'm dead. They resurrected me while I got dead, and we ganged up to share the best moments in WoW. One was a paladin, the other was a priest, a 46-yr old grandparent btw. Now I'm forcing myself to take a one-day break from WoW because it's burning my mana away. My parents are getting worried because I'm sleeping at 10am. Ask why and I'll tell you the same answer everytime. I'm playing the USA clock, because they are more sporting and helpful, unlike Singaporeans who mostly curse ugily in the servers. I know, sweeping statements. For those who have nothing better to do during this holidays, this is a great game for anyone. It's easy to play and not get lost, and it's much better when compared to Maple. For those who aren't into gaming, I'm also interested in learning to cook, shoot pictures, and trekking (Jason's idea). Jio me, yah?

Before WoW takes my sanity away in a few minutes time, I shall quickly update this readers-deprived blog. When you have few people reading your blog already, the last thing one should do is to engage in WoW and further suffocate your social circle and condemn your web diary to hellish depth. Worse, by blogging about WoW, I might lose the tiniest remaining lives who sprawls their eyes across this blog, because put it simply, not everyone likes WoW. Everyone loves Maple Story. Who wants a damn war? Alright, in WoW, a game that consumes all souls, my alter ego is a female human mage, and as I'm writing this post, she's very much a spirit [for dying the umpteenth time]. A level-12 chiobu, I wanted her to be chio because everyone likes to play with chiobu, despite how un-chio one can be offline. I chosed the human race because the women in the rest of the races damn ugly, can? I chosed a mage because I don't want to be a melee-freak barbarian, an always-healing priests, or a super-uber short dwarf. I like to set enemies on fire and freeze them in ice while the chiobu rains punches on them. I like to polymoth Gozillas into harmless sheeps. Super cool, like Harry Potter. In the game, socializing is everything. You form temporary groups to kill the hard-to-kill warlocks and golems, and dismiss them as soon as your personal objectives are met. No room for flirting, I soon realise. I tried teasing a Night Elv Hunter, and despite laughing out loud [the in-game characters actually have built-in laughters], we are very soon on our own ways. Now, now, I guess some have already clicked that X button liao. Ha. A cause for concern man, I mean, who writes a damn blog if he/she wants to go hush-hush about it. Frankly speaking, we all write, as much as possible, to a large audience. But before I go down on my knees and beg for readers or go around tagging people's tagboards to come and read mine, I must convince myself the quantity of readers depends on the quality of your writes. I saw this 'Top-10 mistakes a blogger makes' article and let's see how much of it I'm actually guilty of. Next entry perhaps. I've got to go polymoth some beasts now.

[Update v1.1] I have decided that in order to stop weighing my options in terms of holiday plans and cease choosing o'readi, I have to buy this game. It's rather sad that my laptop couldn't support the game because the speed is too slow. That means the only way of playing is through my PC, which works out to be the time when my sis is either studying in school or sleeping in her room. Not to worry though, because I had proposed a marvelous plan, in which she will work her projects on my laptop while I use that PC I built specially for my gaming appetite. It benefits both parties (although I wonder how) because she always wanted to use my laptop. Now the question is: Should I choose to be the righteous Human, the bloodlusted Orcs, the mysterious Night Elves or the dead-already Undeads? Hard to choose lae. [3 hours on, I'm still not started due to the huge and massive mbs of patches that I have to download. Meanwhile, by nicking my MSN's name as 'WoW-ing', I finally manage to find one WoW kaki who happened to be a lao jiao in this area of study. A lvl-60 paladin at heart, he happens to be one of the 'Maybe We'll Still Talk's. Not as of now. HA.]

After every exams, I will feel lost all of a sudden. It's like some kinda withdrawal effects. My body feels strange when I stop sitting at the cold, hard benches of S4 all together. Choices are aplenty, and I would stone for ages to review them. Choices are in fact, limited. I returned home, re-played Half-Life 2 and chatted with Heiwa. Then I started to tweak my MSN groupings. I grouped the people in my list in many many different ways. Call it boliao or watever. I don't usually do these things. The end-product: 'Cool people' are people I like to talk to, and we usually end up talking for a long time, stretching our topics beyond limitless boundaries, if we do start to talk. Whoever initiates is not important here, because I like to talk to them. 'Maybe We'll Still Talk' people are people who talk to me only when they need something from me, or the other way round. To be fair, I'm equally likely to be in this category for many lists of many other people. Like only when I need money, I get from my FC, or when I need to record some shows on VCR, I talk to my sister. We still talk. 'The Rest' are people who I haven't been talking to for months, and has a huge likelihood that we will never talk again. Ya, ever again. Project mates, freshies and some primary school mates fill up this list, because we simply have no need of each other anymore. Maybe we talk when we see each other on the streets, but not on MSN. Looking at MSN this way makes me realise that MSN is quite a time-wasting event, IF not handled properly. Because whenever you go online, you scan through the huge list to look for people you like to talk to. But look at this, I got 125 'The Rest' peoples. Why am I even bothered to look at their nicknames and checking against their emails? Why am I even bothered to know whatever lies behind the meaning of their nick? I know now, that I've been meddling in businesses of 'The Rest' when I shouldn't. Sinful. You might ask like Heiwa did, why I never delete them if I'm not going to talk to them again. Well, you never know when paths cross again, and I find it an embarrassing thing to do if people do talk to you again and you have to re-add them. It doesn't hurt to have harmless people in your MSN, so that's why. I do delete people, and block them. Like the people from DND, or the people I added wrongly. And the VP of Hall 9. So now what I'll do now is I will only expand 'Cool People' while keeping 'Maybe We'll Still Talk' and 'The Rest' collapsed. Only when I need something will I expand 'Maybe We'll Still Talk'. Of course, 'The Rest' remains collapsed as long as I'm still alive and they don't find me. I can also see the online status of the people I like to talk with very quickly and effectively. And I don't have to guess what's happening around people (from their nicks) whom I don't enjoy talking to. That will make my life less complicated, because I have a lot to think about already. And my mind wander very fast. The last 'Cool People' has just gone offline because she needs to go home after work. So it's signalling me to go offline as well. Cool right? As I re-read this post, I realise I sound like a kid. What's wrong with me? Alright, time for some monster-killing action now.

In a strange twist of fate, I found myself compelled to listen to Andrew's tips, just seconds before entering the exam hall. Usually I will just pretend to be listening, because it just don't make sense to speculate. You get what I mean? So, Andrew was speculating about some FRS 40 shit that will only be applicable in 2006. I heard JL talking about it a few days back, but I simply couldn't be bother with too chim stuff. Somehow or rather, I listened attentively to Andrew's tip and how he will do if it was to come out. Alas, it did come out. 10 marks worth of FRS 40, I believe, would make anyone fall off the exam chairs and cry. But none did, although I can picture me slapping myself IF I were to disregard Andrew. Phew! What do we call this? Taiko? Stroke of luck? Or even, an undeserved reward for zero effort? I couldn't thank him enough, but then I did whatever he advised, so if he happened to be muttering shit, I would be writing shit. I can't be bothered though, because if I ain't writing shit, I'm not writing anything. Oh ya, exam's over btw.

While NBS students get to bring tons of notes plus textbook for every open-book exam (well, some even bring dictionary), peeps at the engine side can only bring one piece of A4-size paper and basically cram the living hell out of the stuff they wish they knew from birth. Hey hey, not easy hor, especially when they have so many formulas while we only need to crap our way home. I salute you engineers.

Less than 24 hours to complete freeness, but I can't seem to gather my acts together and pull out that final rabbit. Com'on now, dPx. All. Together. Now. "Noooo. It's so impossibly hard," screams my inner head.

Yiqiang is one funny guy. He doesn't have the looks of one, but then..oooh, arhhh..there he goes again. Funny shit. Today JL was very late, but when he came, he made his presence felt, bombarding us with questions when we had just activated our panic buttons (tomorrow's the paper). The unwritten rule is that the nearest guy answers while the rest continue to be absorbed into our own readings. So, Yiqiang, handle him! JL - How to [irrelevant question]? YQ - Won't ask so chim one lar. JL - What about [hopeless question]? YQ - Won't come out one lar. JL - ... YQ - I really mean it. If today is not the eve of the paper, I will answer all your questions. Now's not the time. Me - Ha. You strange lae. People ask you how to do this question, instead of thinking about how to answer him, you go and think whether it will come out anot? JL went on to take out his Tiger Balm and insect repellent. And started spraying them. "Mosquitoes lar," he explained. Minutes later, YQ started packing. "Very tired ar, can't carry on." "You all going back ar? I just came lae", exclaimed JL. "Ya, I same hall as him lae", I added more shock to his already-stunned face. "Wa lao, I also go back liao lar. You all cause me to spray the repellent for nothing." "No lar, ensure you won't get bitten while walking back", consoled YQ. And so we came back. When JL disappeared from our sights, YQ blurted out the truth. "Actually it's the insect repellent lar. Can't tahan the smell."

Stems from the kindness bestowed on us when our tax tutors decide to tell us the points breakdown for the paper on Monday. [Heiwa, me and Yiqiang]

HW - Will they ask what are the tax adminstration for this and that ar? YQ - Will ask so chim one meh? ME - Only 3 marks tested lae. Fuck it lar. YQ - Ya, give them the 3 marks lar. You still have 97. HW - Oh yah ar, I forgot 97 also A. All - Ha ha ha.

I've gotten the Wordpress Golden Ticket. Am tampering with the idea of shifting the blog over to the Wordpress platform. It looks every way a cleaner and slicker interface than Blogger. Sounds good? Hmn, shifting the posts accumulated as far seems one bit too cumbersome. But hey, Tues' moi last paper (evil grin) and I got lotsa time. To burn. On 'Also',

1. Tidy and rename my mp3 and iTune collection.
2. Complete the 20-episode Korean Drama, 'All In' I bought a year and a half ago.
3. Finish FFVII and FFX-2.
4. Get my hands on Civilisation IV and Call of Duty 2. Oh, not forgetting the latest Football Manager.
5. Get my hands on 'Lost'. Dav, you reading me?
6. Rip the entire 'Desperate Housewife' and 'Naruto' collection off Poh's PC.
7. Rip my clothes off and celebrate.
8. Oh.
9. Whoo.
10. Arr.

Can someone try to get me down?

When people leave their tables, they take their 'valuables' with them. In 'valuables', we mean hp, wallet, and mp3. And your laptop. I also see people leaving crumpler bags behind. Holy, there must be some rich statements in that sorta behavior. It's almost universally understood that unimportant texts and notes lying on the table means the table's taken. But the world's a strange one. These so-called less valuable materials have strange price behaviors - their value explodes on the eve of the papers. To leave them unguarded is an extremely dangerous thing to do, I've found out. You never know when a study lunatic with a crazy urge for a table walks by. Not saying that I'm one, although I very much wish I am. Just a warning.

A message from the master:

Dirty old man will be back at the same old bench. Go say your prayers to him. He will vanish when the moon gets too bright.

This puzzle was brought to my attention in June (I think) by Diana after countless 'bored-to-tears' minesweeping through MSN. Now that I decide to roll up my sleeves and get out of the Crimson Room (finally), it's time to take on the creepy Viridian Room! Oh yeah!

Killer question - Describe how to computerise the business process of the fast food restaurant? A. Get the deliveryman a 3G phone. Or Wifi communication. B. Use PDA to take orders. C. Use mic to shout the orders to the kitchen. Like Burger King. D. Allow easi-link payment. And allow the cashier to ask, "Sir, are you member?" He - Mic can meh? Me - Mic also technology lae. He - I write touch-screen lae. Me - You think ATM ar? He - Sigh. How you spell die? Me - Si lar. He - They very see-bee lae. Me - What see-bee? He - CB lar. You know CB anot?! Me - Oh.

[Yiqiang's room] Me - Die liao lar. Don't know what to study for the paper. YQ - Me too. The professors very tricky. Me - Study like no study like that. Might as well go in tom and flip. YQ - No time to flip lar. Me - Sigh. You saw last year's question? Name a computer virus that appear within the last 4 months. They can come kiss my arse lar. YQ - If it comes out again, I sure write bird flu. Computer virus I don't know lar. Me - ...

I'm in the least charitable mood right now. I feel as if fate is playing a trick on me and my life is being made a fool of. As much as I would like to think about it only after the exams, it just won't go away. And today only made it worse. Darn. Piss me off, plu-easseee. I need a good reason to let out a good scream! Fucks.

My roomie announced to me excitedly all of a sudden that he has gotten the Exxon Mobile PA that he has been craving for ever since he applied for it. I think he might lose sleep over it tonight. Well, anyone would. He - Ehhh, happy liao lar. I got accepted by Exxon Mobile!! Me - Wah. They call you so late at night? He - No lar. Check online. Wahhh, $1,200 lae!! Me - I think you won't be able to study again tonight. He - Wahhhh, arrrhhhhh!! $1,200 lae!! Me - ... Me - Hmn, I think there's no point in studying anymore hor? He - [smile sheepishly] Money drives our world round. My income from the 2 weeks stint is cashing in this Friday. We are Mr. Money-in-the-bank!

She said it will be easy, didn't she? "It's open-book, it's about open concepts. I don't see any reason why it will not be easy." Receiving such a personal assurance from your tutor/course coordinator/paper-setter is really good for your morale. You keep telling yourself there's no point in reading the articles more than once because you never know what's coming out, and for all you know, you might be reading shit that will never come out. And it's 50% nia. No sweat huh? I found out the truth just now. To be fair, she's right. The paper is straightforward. Armed with a pile of notes, you can answer most of it. IF YOU HAVE THE WHOLE DAY TO DO IT! HELL! I was left scrambling for time towards the end, crapping my way so that the marker would have something to mark. Was I flipping my notes? NO! Questions after questions demanding me to write down pagefuls of theories to explain the various behaviors. Sub-parts within sub-parts requesting me to suggest alternative theories to further explain myself. Ehh, where got time to flip through the notes and find so many theories?? Stopid!

Finally, there's a cause for celebration in the midst of this stressful period. Latest news from OT, Darren Fletcher's sole goal has ripped Chelsea's 40 games unbeaten stretch apart, with a looping header that looked anything but a shot.

And it's the first time I'm celebrating a Man Utd win with such gutso - fist punching, bum at the edge of my seat. Afterall, I had been celebrating every Manchester defeat for a decade now, rubbing salt into every Red Devil fan I know in the process. Not now though. They were the team to beat. The baton's with Chelsea now.

Armed with a war chest that has already bought 2 full teams of world-class players, the Russian maniac has threatened to buy his way to a legacy defined for champions. Driven forward by Jose Mourinho, dubbed the Special One, Chelsea is looking every way as cocky as the Manchester of the past.

The final whistle blew. The fans in the TV room cheered so loud that you might mistake them for some lunatics. It just shows how deprived these people are of wins. For years, they have been treating every game as a sure-win. Not till now that they feel so defenceless and gian to win. Finally they have something to shout about! I saw an interesting quote a few weeks back. It is a scenario in which LKY was talking to a fortune teller in his dreams and this fellow told him that Spore will come to an end in the future. LKY was flustered and asked what could be done to prevent this from happening. To which the fortune teller replied, "Don't be silly, there's no stopping. Every great civilisation has a start and an end to it." Like it or not, Man Utd's legacy has ended. It's Chelsea who are rolling on right now. And it's making us sick!

My mum has issued a 'get-home' order on me, because it's my elderly grandma's birthday tomorrow. The place where we will dine is at the usual chinese restaurant at Toa Payoh. It is the 'whole family get-together' kind that usually occurs about 3 times a year. I would say it is a welcomed break for me, because the days spent mugging in this school is growing dust onto me. Good food might taste strange for a moment, considering the lack of timely and more importantly, proper meals the past month. In these gatherings, I can very afford to look sian and quiet, smiling forcefully at any comments made on me. The humor factor is very evident in the family line, especially my corny uncle who often doesn't fail to trigger me off. I still remembered the gathering (same purpose) last year when the food took a long time to come. He gestured for the waitress to come and crapped a whole lot before claiming to her that the family is rushing for a flight. And when the food finally came, while the poor waitress was attempting to serve us the hot plate of steamed fish over my young cousin's head, she mumbled out, "小弟啊, 烧啊, 不要乱动" as she focused her attention on cutting the fish. To which my uncle cheekily replied, "小姐啊, 你在跟我儿子讲话, 还是在跟你的鱼讲?

For some unexplained reasons, Rebecca is now sleeping in my room. Okay, she's sleeping with Poh. Literally, as in sleeping beside him. I don't mean the other definition of 'sleeping with' here. It's weird la. For the record, she is weird enough already. Hahaha. In a swift movement, she can jump up from the study table and land onto the bed, which already lies Poh. And then she will go all childish and start playing with Poh, as if I'm non-existent. Alright, she acknowledges me once in awhile before going haywire again. Her roommate is just as noisy as her, and in a way it's strange how fate works itself out. Both pairs of roommates are couples as well as good friends. As a foursome, they hang out, eat and study together. It is only during these mugging days that they jio-ed me along for meals. But I always felt left out in their er..conversations. Strange conversations. Like I can hardly tolerate my half making salivating comments about the hunk sitting across the canteen, or bitchy remarks about people we know, in front of me. But then, it's none of my business. On the upcoming exams, I feel rather defenceless this time round. There is this kinda feeling inside my brain that makes me feel helpless about the impending doom. Surprisingly, 11 more days and my holiday will start. I can hardly believe it, BECAUSE, 3 out of the 4 modules are only half-revised and the IT mod has been left untouched since light years ago. To add on to the made-famous quote commented unwittingly a year back, I'm now like Lionel Lewis [Singapore goalkeeper] facing 11 Ronaldos with all my defenders sent off. I'm feeling damn exposed, ya?

Was revising my 202 when the topic about 'heuristic and biases in decision making' got me interested. The article talks about how humans make lousy decisions based on past and irrelevant shortcuts or rule-of-thumbs. It's like commenting that today will rain because I'm playing soccer later and it rains everytime I wanted to play soccer - availability heuristic. Or saying any subsequent Joshuas must be a spiky-haired big fat irritating jerk because the first Joshua I knew fit this description - anchoring heuristic. I am also guilty of the self serving bias because I stick with people who agree with me and argue my life off when they don't. And finally, I am defined as a poorly-calibrated individual because I am always overconfident. Like the way I always leave my readings till the very last minute, I must be missing a screw somewhere. There are so much more that I am guilty of but I couldn't possibly blog them all. Anyway, I'm applying what I had mugged. Due to the availability heuristic in the 0-0 draw a fortnight back and an anchoring effect leveraged from the 4-1 thrashing at the hands of Boro, an overconfident dPx is predicting a 1-0 win for minnows Lille over Rio's Man Utd. But then of course most likely I will get it wrong again. No wonder I had been losing all my cash to S'pools.

The cool thing about iTunes is that you can access to others' albums while under the school's lan connection, allowing you to listen to a whole new set of songs that I do not possess. At the same time, it makes me so gian and intent on getting hold of that particular mp3 but sadly, iTunes don't support piracy, and thus I can't possibly rip that song off. I'm listening to 远走高飞 by 李圣杰 now, hoping that this guy/gal don't shut off his iTunes anytime soon. Of course I attempted to download from sites like baidu, but it appears that the law has finally strengthened its hold on the music search engine. Now we can only get the streaming version, and although we can eventually get it from our temporary internet files, the files available are mostly duds - losers trying to pass off as the original singer. Sucks. Anyone has the mp3? Send me!