the dreaded writing module. the hated mr nerney. the daunting paper 3. its all happening again. the confusion, the torture, the even-if-i-write-my-essay-its-going-to-be-wrong-wrong-wrong. write again please. ah well. kinda feeling crappy cos of the cough medicine. was sprouting nonsense in class. then there was this bloody irritating indian girl from the other class who crashed ours and basically talked more than the whole class combined. the indian accent, the shrilly voice, the i-know-how-to-articulate-what-mr nerney-says tone. ew. ew. ew. if i had to hear that kind of voice again, i will make her drink my cough syrup, and listen to a tape record of her own opinions again and again until she realises that she sounds like a female lee kuan yew on helium. maybe its just my inability to sprout such sensible sentences that got me jealous. then again, everybody else's eyeballs were rolling in pain too. so its not just me then. yeah.

my friend acknowledge too that the people are usp are crazy. they are geniuses no doubt, but the competition there can drive even the sane (yours truly) nuts. my friend is right, they are bent on taking over the world. at the end of the sem, if i dun get my 3.5, or 4.0, i am going to have to drop either db or usp. looking at the way things go, the atmosphere at db is a bit more amiable than the throat-cutting, back-stabbing, lies-sprouting, confusion-inducing environment of usp. leaders of the future? bah. just crazy delusional kids who think grades are everything. i am trying my best to concoct this brain eating virus to infect all these mad people. then i will be the only one left to rule the planet. yeah.

the prince is by far the best book i have read. i only read the introduction, but its already in my opinion the best book. its about politics, all the throat-cutting, back-stabbing, lies-sprouting, confusion-inducing politics that every social and political being should and must know if they one to take over the world. i have a nagging feeling, i am the last person in usp to be reading this book. but no matter, my virus will wipe them all out anyway. still, the prinve by nicolo machiavelli is indeed a wonderful book to read. if not to rule the world, at least know how to guard your self against such people. i recomment the 48 laws of power by this guy called greene. he wrote the 48 laws of seduction too. i am going to read that once the sem is over. yeah.

db was a killer today. more farge legs (however you spell it). its interval running. its so bad, that people were falling out with cramps, or injuries. and these are dragon boaters. man. i was close to falling out too. was feeling dizzy after the statics. my friend asked me if it was a good training session. for me, as long as i feel tired, and great, and grateful that i am still alive, yes, it was a good training session. i am a sadist. i like pain. i like to play along the edges. i am a rebel. so? what can you do about? i just love it. hate going for trainings though. but once you do it, all i can think about is when the going gets tough, the tough gets going. this explains why i did not commit suicide whenever i had the chance. life is too good. when things are down and painful, and its when you keeping say you can't do it, you make it happen. its magical. its called the human spirit. endearing, enduring, and ultimately the thing that makes your world spin.

my friend called me boorish. i call myself simple. called me insensitive. i call myself a man.

lesson of the day: you have to press the stop button in the shuttle service so the bus will actually stop for you to alight.