Ignorance is a double-edged tool.

To be ignored is quite a pissing process- extremely aggravating and painful. Especailly when you need to talk but nobody seems to bother because they're all over each other having fun and all.

It's quite amazing that those who accuse others of insensitivity end up practising it themselves. And the way they take advantage of people, using them like commodities when they really need them, and when not in use they can be simply folded up and put away in the closet along with the vacuum cleaner. Oh well. I myself am one of those hypocrites. But I'm not the only one.

But to ignore- now there's the sweetness of vengeance that you taste, flowing over your consciousness. A pity that it'll be short-lived. Revenge is ultimately not good for you.

Although I still feel bloody useless at times when I can't entertain people or keep them fun company as well as others. But should I even feel bad in the first place?

That is a hard-learnt lesson I've picked up over the years.

Well it's about time I stop learning and start living. For a higher purpose, far greater then all that paltry human company can offer me- even those whom I would call close friends. To live for God, yes that must be my aim: not for humans-not even family or friends who would betray you inadvertantly(or not). Yes, to live for the God that seemingly seems so uninterested in human affairs.

But who are we to question The Authority? When we see ugliness and death and torture in the world we conveniently pin it all on the Almighty ("If your God is such a good one, why does He let all this shit happen?"). What we always fail to see is that human free will has wrought this on us- all the killing and suffering and ugliness- and always has been since Adam's fall. Our God is a sovereign one, far removed from the sin of this world-He does not sin nor cause us to sin. He allows us free choice that is all. If we abuse it, the wrong is not His.

And yet amazingly He would persist in saving us from our own doings. He would humble Himself to death that we may live. And not only do we not thank Him and worship Him for it, we spurn Him and reject Him and grieve Him time and time again. What more can I say? If there is fault in the world the fault lies with humanity- we freely choose to wrong and so we reap the consequences. Only through Him Who was crucified can we live without guilt or shame.

Amazing Love, Oh what Sacrifice
The Son of God has given for me;
My debt He paid, and my death He died
That I might live, that I might live.


posted by baron at 9:40 PM

What is this life, then?

We live for the future- investing in studies so that we get the good job, working at the office so we get the big house, exhausting our wallets for braces to get our faces beautified to attract that pretty girl, spending endless time on Church so that we go to heaven and not the fires of hell.

And on and on and on.

When does it end? Will it ever end?

Or is living for the moment a purely disgusting sin? Is it criminal to enjoy the moment? To attain virtue- what does that entail?
Is this our lot then, to work to death?
It must be, that is the curse of Adam and sin: to suffer all our days working the soil of the earth.

Think of it, this is no cynic's rant: when we play our time away we would die for the exams.
When we do play it is in miniscule amounts; it is only simply to allow us to re-energize- for what purpose? To go and work again.

And these good religious leaders- the pastors and the imans and the shifus- they tell us that there can be no "retirement", we work on and on and on to perfection, to fulfill the divine purposes in our lives. No rest, no stop- we climb the asymptote to achievement and perfection. To infinity.

And so we go on, this sole purpose in our lives aided by the advent of revolutionary technology that increases the pace of life exponentially.

Well, dammit, where does it all end?

No rest- no reprieve-we work till death.

What drives us to this? I don't suppose it is merely "divine will"- oh no. The fault lies with base human nature (as do most things). We envy. We look upon our neighbours and fellow man, and covet what they have. "Look, he has a bigger car then I do- I must get one bigger than his". So we go to the bank and find we can't afford one. And so we work even harder for that pay rise to buy the new car. The neighbour does likewise to get an ever bigger car and works harder. And on and on it goes.

This seems to be a quintessentially Singaporean value system- all of us goddamned rats in the sewer race.

What futile lives we live.


posted by baron at 3:39 AM

Spinning and twirling with arms across chest and whole body whirling as I rise and then pooooof

there I go into a cyclone of dust that slowly dissipates into nothingness (what a cliche word)

That's what happened today.


posted by baron at 5:28 AM

Yesterday someone gave me a bottle of Baron's beer for my birthday.

But it wasn't the intoxicating 8.8% alcohol concentration that sent my mind into a downward spiral of dizziness and my whole being into this opaque mist of confusion. Oh no. Far from it. It was something far greater. Far more powerful than mere alcohol.

But that's enough said. I will return the favour shortly. Thanks, Mich!

What can I add here? Things are heating up slowly. I have no idea what to look forward to now. I find that certain things are not at all what they seem. I cannot elaborate on these without jeopardizing some delicately balanced situations; those in the know would understand what I'm getting at.

Bleeding hell it burns me still. Its like the fire of a furnace that pushes a 2000000 tonne locomotive onwards, ever accelerating. The boiler of my engine room. But my course is not set, never has been since the cataclysm completely threw everything out of the window.
There I go again into this sentimental mush.

Sometimes when it's dark at night and I look out of my window I find the sight quite cool. All the street lights blazing bright, the ships at sea like little stars in the dark void of ocean, the neighbouring condo like the white cliffs of Dover gleaming away (yes even at night). Incredible scene. Peaceful yet intriguing. I'd write a poem about it, but it probably won't do justice to the quiet complexity whole scene.

What the F is that Old Sinitic Bastard's (OSB) problem? Political renewal my fat sopping ass (not that I have one but you get the point). What's with the older kid being the new Dear Leader, the younger nipper being the boss of the biggest telephone corp, and the daughter in law in chrage of the bigshit government company? If that is not nepotism I have no idea what is.
Balls to you and your kind, Mr OBS. You may not have killed a million Jews but your lust for power and absolute dominion over mankind makes you no different from Hitler and Stalin and Pol Pot and the rest of them assholes. Democracy eh? You insult my intelligence.
Damned smart of you to give the peasants their bread, their land, and their peace. Else you'd have gone down.

But that is not to say that such a sort of rule is all bad. Oh no. The OSB pulled it off quite well actually. Just like how I'd rather live in Castro's Cuba than the democracy of Israel with bombings everyday.

Well they say I think too much, brood too much, am too cynical and all that.
They obviously haven't felt what I have. I once could not understand the so-called cynics myself. I avoided them for their endless proclaimations of misery, when I was naive and happy and idealistic and in Tao Nan School. But now I am of their kind. It takes certain kinds of experiences to do that to you. Oh well.


posted by baron at 3:25 AM

Skipped a bloody useless history tutorial to go to a farewell meal at Seoul Garden.

I ate and ate and ate. But the buffet wasn't exactly spectacular. It was just quantity over quality.

I pissed someone off because of hanging on to a handphone for too long. Looks like I'm turning into a walking social disaster bit by bit. Oh well.

My plan is screwed majorly not least because of too many things in too little time.

What the heck is my problem? I can't seem to be of any help to anyone at all...



posted by baron at 7:50 AM

Yet another messy Monday morning.

Dragged myself out of bed with the customary hazed brain. Read the papers.

From today onwards I am not going to read the Sports section until the next EPL season opens. All I see are the titles "(Arsenal Star's Name Here) Wants Out- Possibly to Real Madrid" followed by a long list of how the club can't afford to keep them and that bastardo Florentino Perez saying things like "Oh, no player is without a price. So and so is the best player in the world and we would like to have him here at the Bernabau". Arsenal supporters worldwide need to do 2 things: 1, a massive shopping spree that will boost that magnificant club out of its debt; and 2, launch an anti-Perez campaign and tell him to effing get his hands off other people's Captains.
Right enough of that rant..

At school the class was fantastic. Nearly got me there with the Man United bottle and ball (turns out one of them was the real present). But I really appreciate the UBER Arsenal ball. Great stuff, that. Problem is I won't be using the bottle for quite some time- not that I loathe Man United, I kind of respect them actually (the one English club I hate now is Chelsea)- but because I accidentally (really) broke the nib mechanism by slamming it too hard. So I'm hunting for some non-toxic non water soluble super glue to fix it before I can get round to using it.

So anyway we got back the Lit and Econs results- 54% for econs and 68% for Lit. Expected, but entirely out of proportion to the work I put into them. Bugger.

The genius Vera reinitiated the S-Cube (Scrabble at the Stone-table Saga) Seminar and for the first time school became less sian. Brilliant.


posted by baron at 4:53 AM

"Most blessed, most glorious
Oh Ancient of Days
Almighty, victorious
Thy Great Name we praise"

That is now my marching song as I go into the Final Conflict.
There is no more room for error.
For God and His Glory.


posted by baron at 3:40 AM

One important piece of advice from Isaac:

"Never think that as a recruit, you are a big guy in NS. If you're a recruit you are as important as the bacteria on the flea on the hair on the left testicle of a sixty-year-old cow. You only get treated with respect when you go OCS."

Fascinating indeed.



posted by baron at 6:43 AM

My usual Saturday programme was disrupted thanks to the college day ceremonies in the afternoon.

Not that I minded that much; it was quite interesting. Saw a bunch of my ultra-successful seniors who've made it big and making it bigger in the Army and life- very inspiring folks. The guest of honour was the Chief of the Armed Forces and he looked like Kim Jong Il. And the choir was dead pro.

The seniors were like this cadre of divine beings- looking so mature to the point of being ethereal. Successful and glorified, that the rest of us mere mortal students could only look on with wonder at their splendour. Hah I may sound carried away but that was what I saw- the impression that the valedictorian speech gave me. What would I give to see the day where I ascend into the ranks of the immortals, along with the scholarship and aura of a legend. Right I am spouting too much melodramatic rubbish so I'd better get on with it.

But the real deal was the $80 worth of Kinokuniya vouchers they gave me. Not that I'm going to spend it anytime soon; won't have time to read the stuff. I think I'll blow it all in December and bring the books on my trip to the Maldives.

Ahh yes me and my plans. I hope they work out unlike the ones I had for my birthday. Bloody hell......


posted by baron at 4:38 AM

posted by baron at 7:10 AM

posted by baron at 7:30 AM

FCUK THE FCUKING FCUKERS.
 
KILL THEM ALL IMMEDIATELY.
 
 
 
No.
 
 
 
Desist
 
 
 
 
Desist
 
 
 
 
Desist.


posted by baron at 6:24 AM

Well the return to school has removed my mind from those curses of history.
 
Strangely I find that as the perlims loom I am becoming more and more removed from reality. I liken my struggle to study to one of those grand science fiction/ fantasy stories I used to read so much in my youth. I now see myself in fantastic environments of fiction, fighting an unreal war against forces attempting to eradictae humanity.
 
Indeed I sound like one of those retarded geeks who live in a world of their own, but then again stress has extremely different effects on those it afflicts.
 
Thus it has come to pass that I see myself as a space Marine cadet, fighting on the fringe colonial worlds against a horde of insectoid alien invaders. Donned in my powered combat suit and loading my Gauss rifle and shuttling from star cruiser to planet-drop and all that. Or I'm some sort of Deep-Elven swordsman in the front ranks of Gil-Galad's Last Alliance, hacking away at the Orkish enemy before the Black Gate, clad in fair blue raiment, sophisticated and intricately decorated plate-mail, bearing the standard of the High-King's heraldic emblem.
Yes I do seem like a hopelessly deluded fool, pathetic in his ability to face reality. But I suppose thats how I deal with the pressure- I identify what I can empathize with-in this case a soldier on the front lines of war- and immerse myself in such imaginery worlds. I can't explain it but it helps me get round all the flak this world is throwing at me. And it seems that fictional soldiers are alot better for this, instead of the gaunt, cadaverous, disease-ridden sods in the trenches of World War 1.
 
But I prattle too much. The company drops in 5, and I must recharge that M407 before the inspection.
 
 
Ok whatever this is really spasticated.


posted by baron at 4:39 AM

PS: To you (You know who you are)
Thanks so much for putting up with my grouchy grumpy face just now. I really appreciate you for organizing all the stuff for me (without much subtlety, but thats not the point). Don't feel constrained by my shitty experiences so that you dont share your shit with me, because your sharing distracts me from my problems. In short, I find your shit alot more preferable to mine. So anyway, thanks for everything, and sorry for the times I've been insensitve. Cheers!


posted by baron at 4:41 AM

For 18 months I have tried. 18 months! Was it worth it?
Chagrin and cynicism spin their wild circles into and out of my numb brain.
 
I need strength. Strength and power and an iron discipline to ignore those measly emotions that we humans overrate so much. I am now motivated by fear, driven onwards by fear of failure, empowered by shame and humiliation and guilt. Ahhhh yes I can feel it- the urge to go and work and fight for success- to destroy that aura of a loser that has possesed me all my life.
 
So I will embrace bitterness. Yes, bitterness. To hell will those naive beliefs in "looking forward to a better future" because for 18 months I have believed in the existence of hope and goodness- and saw none of that. And now that my hope is cheated and my dreams betrayed I have no option but to destroy every last vestige of my feelings.
 
Of course my allegiance is still with my Creator. He has the monopoly power on salvation and love and since my demand for these things are inelastic I will bear any burden and pay any cost He demands of me. As I said, better damnation on earth than damnation in an eternal hell.
 
Why my friends still support me, I have no idea. Blessings are better spent on those with a hope and light in life.
But I cannot trust my hope for it has left me. Or never was with me to begin with.
 
Just look at me rant. Just look at all this emotional detritus. That is what makes us weak.
 
And will someone go and tell Real Fcuked Up Madrid to shove their 30 million up their filthy rich asses because the cannot take Viera. They simply CANNOT. Arsenal will die.
 
Happy birthday to me.



posted by baron at 3:57 AM

Into the West Lyrics
performed by Annie Lennox 
 
Lay Down
Your sweet and weary head
Night is falling
You have come to journey's end
 
Sleep now
Dream-of the ones who came before
They are calling
From across a distant shore
 
Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see
All of your fears will pass away.
 
Safe in my arms
You're only sleeping
 
What can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
 
Across the sea
A pale moon rises.
The ships have come
To carry you home.
 
And all will turn to silver glass.
A light on the water
All souls pass.
 
Hope fades
Into the world of night.
Through shadows falling,
Out of memory and time.
 
Don't say
We have come now to the end.
White shores are calling
You and I will meet again.
 
And you'll be here in my arms
Just sleeping.
 
What can you see?
On the horizon.
Why do the white gulls call?
 
Across the sea
A pale moon rises.
The ships have come
To carry you home.
 
And all will turn to silver glass
A light on the water
Grey ships pass
Into the west.




posted by baron at 9:08 AM

Transfixed on a Thursday
 
What goes on in those eyes
They that sparkle with mischief?
I cannot tell, they are dark obsidian
Their gleam is but a reflection of
 
My own searchlight for Truth.
 
What is Truth?
I have looked and queried
And avail flees me.
 
I have looked to the rain
To dissolve these doubts
It did
And then the clouds hid the truth.
 
What is Truth?
I paced the corridor-miles
To and fro the canteen vastness
Not a trace was to be seen.
 
So I looked into those eyes
Those sparkling eyes in a sparkling face
I peer into them and they open
Fantastic glitter swirls around me
Golden bubbles
 
Visions and images fixate me in flight
And then
I see Truth.
 
She's laughing at me.
Mocking me.
 
She humiliates me!
 
 
composed on 15/7/2004 at 2314 hrs
 
Well that's what comes of doing too much Donne and Slyvia Plath until midnight. Yet another teenage angsty poem that has its roots in many bitter memories. Hah! But its the best I have so far, so....
Here's to the laughably lamentable world of teenage angst-poetry! *clinks glass*
 
 



posted by baron at 6:32 PM

What in blazes is Real Mutha Fking Madrid up to??
Can they bloody leave their Beckham-stained paws off Viera?
Dammit Arsenal really need a bigger team and more money


posted by baron at 5:31 AM

7 weeks to the prelims and I am still enmeshed in a truckload of backlogged homework.
I can't bloody understand what is the problem with the math and history departments, they think their subjects are the only bloody ones in the whole bloody universe.
So my econs and my lit have quietly gone under the flood of Mussolini and Maclaurin.

To blazes with the darn things! The world of Joseph Conrad and JM Keynes is so much more attractive. But why do I rant about studies? I merely degrade myself to the normal angsty teenager which I must not become. I am made of far superior stuff (I hope).

Ok who am I trying to kid? I am laughing out loud at the inanity of this whole blog. Wahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

posted by baron at 7:51 AM

Disgrace

But one day we woke to disgrace; our house
a coldness of rooms, each nursing
a thickening cyst of dust and gloom.
We had not been home in our hearts for months.

And how our words changed. Dead flies in a web.
How they stiffened and blackened. Cherished italics
suddenly sour on our tongues, obscenities
spraying themselves on the wall in my head.

Woke to your clothes like a corpse on the floor,
the small deaths of lightbulbs pining all day
in my ears, their echoes audible tears;
nothing we would not do to make it worse

and worse. Into the night with the wrong language,
waving and pointing, the shadows of hands
huge in the bedroom. Dreamed of a naked crawl
from a dead place over the other; both of us. Woke.

Woke to the absence of grace; the still-life
of a meal. untouched, wine-bottle, empty, ashtray,
full. In our sullen kitchen, the fridge
hardened its cool heart, selfish as art, hummed.

To a bowl of apples rotten to the core. Lame shoes
empty in the hall where our voices asked
for a message after the tone, the telephone
pressing its ear to distant, invisible lips.

And our garden bowing its head, vulnerable flowers
unseen in the dusk as we shouted in silhouette.
Woke to the screaming alarm, the banging door,
the house-plants trembling in their brittle soil. Total.

disgrace. Up in the dark to stand at the window,
counting the years to arrive there, faithless,
unpenitent. Woke to the meaningless stars, you
and me both, lost. Inconsolable vowels from the next room.

Carol Ann Duffy



posted by baron at 5:09 AM

Indeed the days are getting messier and nastier. I can't complain about my problems because I see that my friends' problems, especially one of them's, are really really bad.

Today I went to this retarded project work feedback session. Where the wonderful Garmen (Singapore pronounciation of "government") deigns to listen to the voices of the Youth of the Nation.

What an interesting process it was. The students were a bunch of yes-men and pretentious airheads/debator wannabes prissing about their naive little views on how project work was fantastic. The rest were those belonging to the whining squeling category going on about the petty injustices of the whole system. Nobody brought up the macro-policy changes, the long term views, the larger picture. Utterly disappointing.

But the icing on the cake was the woman from the MOE herself. By golly I swear she has testicles. Her voice was deep and manly. And not in the sense of a melodious, dulcet, masculine tones, I mean the sort that you hear from the mouths of East German Olympic weightlifters. Ok not those kind of guttural grunts either, its even worse. She spouted loads of bureaucrat-speak in deep Germanic tones, like "..seeing our future workforce through the myriad economic problems of the 21st century. Project work is intended to give you young people the competitive edge amongst the regional yadayadayadayada" Very, very, annoying. I had to resist an impulse to bash my head on the chair whenever she was talking. It really didnt help that she had that kind of face that reads: "I am anal retentive, my face is my asshole and my asshole is my other, prettier, asshole".
Am I being too mean here? Maybe but she was such a stuck up cuntstick that I cannot help but describe her as such. She was soo blindingly narrow minded that I just cant stop thinking of insults for this epitome of government bureaucrats.

Ok I have wrought enough criticism on a member of the Garmen. I just feel cheated of a whole Friday afternoon and a productive Lit S session with Harris. Good night.

posted by baron at 7:40 AM

Once again I stand atop the shattered shards of my dreams and brood.
Actually they seem more like decomposing carcasses to me.
Thats how it is, I stand and brood over the rotting remnants of all those hopes.

This is the hangover form the weekend, it seems.
But why is it that when all these hopes die the illusions still remain?
This is really aggravating me.
And to top it all off those damn memories have to plague me again and again and again.

I am gushing more sentimental cliches again because I am in torment. Nothing will change that. Nothing whatever.

posted by baron at 7:03 AM

What a weekend! The 4th of July was the highlight of my so-called holidays, even though it came after my holidays.

It started after church with Spiderman 2 with my family. Real good film and though I can't say Spiderman is my favourite childhood superhero, at least he doesn't wear his underwear on the outside. I found the villain to be the coolest one in the comics so far: the tormented Doctor Otto Octavius. Real cool set of arms, I think I need one of those. Then I can pound into dust and rip into tiny pieces all those aggravating @$$holes out there without fear of retaliation. But thats not the point.

It was a good movie not because of the fight scenes; though they were fascinating enough. It was good because the Hero was human with human struggles, and a loser at that.
It was good because that superhero knows disappointment and pain and death at a personal level, not some faraway god who takes no interest in his subjects. It was good because he could have been one of us.

Somehow I felt he did right when he quit his superhero job. I am sick of the life which has nothing to offer one save disappointment and regret even though one tries his darndest to be accepted by people and successful in endeavours. But what Spidey's aunt whatshername said got to me: "There's a hero in all of us." And that got me thinking, being the sentimental idiot that I am. Can everyone be a hero in that case? And where does my God come into the picture?

But I suppose the reflections will hit me later, because after that I went to CHIJMES to catch the Euro finals with a couple of my pals, Theo and Sam. Got there at 11pm but as usual the buggers were late (Theo because he just touched down from Shanghai), so I hung around City Hall waiting under the moonlit sky. Then they turned up and we proceeded to Clarke Quay, sat around and listened to Theo and his stories of meeting hot girls in Shanghai pubs. Very fascinating experience. Apparently the girls there have only known 50-year-old customers their entire life; so once they see a 18 year old they'd be instantly intrigued even if he is bug ugly (not that Theo is ugly-he aint,haha-but you get my point).

We took a stroll to CHIJMES at 1 am and on the way saw a vomiting Indian drunk on the pavement.He was lying down on the kerb, eyes closed, with shit flowing out of his mouth.He looked like he was sleep-pukeing. Fascinating sight I must say. Then the cops came and stared at him too.

CHIJMES was less sleazy than I expected. For one thing we went to the open air garden bar so there weren't any cabaret girls or hookers or thick clouds of second hand smoke. But the crowd was motley enough. So we sat and watched the match which was projected onto one of them screens.

My goodness it was one crazy match. It was World Cup 2002 all over again, with the Portuguese as Brazil and the Greeks as the Germans, The Greeks defended and defended and the Portuguese ran around hither and thither without purpose. I started off hating the Greeks and supporting the Potuguese (not that I liked Figo and the "Golden Generation" more but I hated them less cos the damm Greeks had the guts to knock the French and the Czechs, 2 of my favourite sides, out). But as the night wore on I fell in love with the Greeks and their strangulation football. Actually it wasnt football to begin with; it was anti-football.

Sometime into the first half we were forced to order drinks by the waitress. The guys took the $14 Corona beer and I the $10 fruit punch. But once I finished it I took the guys' beer too. Naturally.

The match was dead boring because the Greeks played a 1-10-0-0 formation, ie 10 defenders and 1 goalkeeper. But I liked them not for their anti-football but their Olympian bravery and their UBER goalkeeper who was quite literally on the ball at all times. He was dead pro.

And the Greeks deserved their lead too. The had one corner attempt and headed it in. The Portuguese had 10 atempts and screwed up every single time. Two of their strikers even collided in the Greek penalty area! But to be fair to the Portuguese the ref was kinda biased and Figo was dead pro too. And the fact stands that the finals were damn boring because it was the third consecutive time the Greeks won by a score of 1-0 scoring through a header from a corner late in the game. As a newspaper said, it was like seeing the same movie again and again and again.

A fan donned in Barcelona garb ran onto the pitch. I thought he would start taking off his clothes. Instead he ran into the goal net and was carried off unceremoniously by the cops. And it happened in the 87th minute, with Greece one up and Portugal looking desparately for an equalizer. Figo was damn pissed. I couldnt stop laughing.

So thus it ended, with the pretty boy Ronaldo in tears and the Greeks (I still cant remember any of their names) jumping with joy. So me and the guys walked off. Heil das Kaiser Rehaegal...

We went to Plaza Sing and took spastic photos; by that time the alcohol was getting to us. We went into the toilets to take those spastic shots where we acted as if we were ambushed with a photo while pissing. Didnt turn out that well because some other guys came in and they were like "who are these wierdos who are taking pictures of each other in the toilet???!!!" It was darn funny!! So we went to the garden place opposite the Istana. And completed a series of really retarded photos with spasmodic facial expressions and Matrix fight scenes.

And that concluded our Independence Day.

posted by baron at 4:39 AM

What the heck is wrong with the Euro 2004? It's a bleeding conspiracy I tell you.
The bleeding hosts have got the whole damn thing fixed.

I salute the Greeks for their epic heroism and sheer hard work but they should have known when to bloody quit. They beat the French already for crying out loud!! What more do they want??!!?!

I am ranting because I do NOT want the Portuguese to win. Not only do they NOT have an Arsenal player, I think they are one of the more irritating sides in the tournament. And they are the hosts!! Its too suspicious I say.

I am raving because I think the Czechsa should get it. They are the one hope at stopping the bloody match-fixing that has seen Portugal get this far. And they deserve it! Winning all 4 matches, coming from behind in 3 of those. Nedved, Baros, and company- these are the true winners of Euro.

Stupid Greeks. They'll die 3-1 to Portugal, I predict. If not then its gonna be a draw in which they lose on penalties.

posted by baron at 2:14 AM

Short term relief is mine; the tests are over while the prelims loom, vast and threatening as a storm over the horizon. *play ominous bad guy evil music here*

I must stop touching the computer one day.
I must stop going out and lazing around with the gang after church one Sunday.

One day......

posted by baron at 2:08 AM

Econs today started off wierd and just got wierder.

I could do 16 out of the 20 MCQs then put "C" for the rest cos there weren't enough Cs on the paper.

Then came the DRQ and I wrote everything I knew about interest rates and investment.

After that was the Essay section A and I wrote everything I knew about interest rates and investment.

And finally there was Essay section B and I wrote everything I knew about interest rates and investment.

So I ended up writing the same answer for 3 different questions.

That wasn't so bad, at least its the best econs paper Ive done so far.

But damn it the shocker was my SAT score. It deproved by 10 points. It seems my math score improved by 40 while my verbal deproved by 50.

I now find myself swearing and cursing my head off because that was the score that went to Harvard and Manchester and all the bloody universities. And I lost over one hundred F***ing dollars.

And the brilliant icing on the cake was that a certain somebody had to cross my line of sight today thereby causing major trauma in my consiousness. And even now I still feel dizzy thinking about it.

%^RTr%^H#^$%^N&$%U$%*MN&Rrtdsy^&^&E%DS%BSE

posted by baron at 4:37 AM