ITS OVER

Finally.. at long last... incredibly... although much delayed.. the A levels is over and its the season to play! Today's paper was incredible coz i thought i poured my whole economic soul into those three god damn essays. thanks to mervyn who writes like 8 pages per essay, i kept writing and writing, and eventually completed around 6 for each one except the last one and i felt i deserved a distinction, a semi merit-distinction for the other and a merit for third shortest one. Throughout the course of the paper, i realized that the dismal science is really where my interest lies and i am certain that i will be pursuing that in university. university.. ha! 2 years away! time to play and wreck havoc for now...
went shopping for prom clothes after the paper and i think ive sorta decided what to buy.. some green sweater that reminds me of Old English schoolboys who go marching into the Cambridge during the winter. ive got a coat already... but im not sure if it's gonna match.
prom is such a facetious big piece of nonsense because students are spending ludicrous amounts of money just to show their counterparts how cool they can look, although their peers may not appreciate it at afterall. so.. whats the point. im going budget for this prom but hey.. no one will be able to tell! i'd rather spend a bomb travelling in taiwan and see more stuff than buy a conspicuous piece of fabric that spends 3 hours or so in the limelight and then becomes the home for cobwebs in the drawer. just look at my brown piece of dunman high prom batik.. hah!!

Anyway, i must say that i am terribly happy today because i can finally look forward to the weekends and savour every moment.. i can look forward to the holidays... the beach sun and fun.. no more cursed books or paraphenalia of other sorts..

posted by iambrianfu [ 8:08 PM ] |

Can somebody stop me from reading depression economics? i am quite dead bored and tired of it already and it kinda makes me depressed.. i have read about baht devaluation, Hooverism, dutch diseases, fiscal austerities, budget deficits, dollar debts, Argentian defaults, bad loans, Thatcherism, keiretsus and chaebols, Asian Miracles, Asian Crises, IMFs and Worldbanks, Washington Consensuses, Bretton Woodies, what else? ive exhausted most economics an average 18 year old should know. enough Depression economics to handle a ' deflation - is it over?' question.. then again, is it enough? i still cant figure out the proper ISLMBP yet.. not to say drawing out the entire Modigliani-miller model that the Cook will be proud of.. probably leave that for tomorrow. i think i'd be going to school to read up more on trade economics and Bhagwati postulates..

it seems that i'm kinda more superstitious . come to think of it.. it's kinda freaky. at around 6.50 pm today.. i went downstairs with my lifesavings to whack a draw for boro-tottenham. i was still contemplating whether to place a bet cuz i realized i'd be bankrupt in around 3 or 4 more undrawn matches. the feeling of losing probably sucks... the feeling of betting and expecting to go bankrupt probably sucks more. 720 bucks. the next round'd be 1440. and then 2880 and then....
so i when i reached pools, i was rather surprised cuz the entrance of the the pools-cum-provision shop was half open but i could clearly see the distinct blue, green, black and white display on the pools screen flickering. i grabbed a pen and scribbled down 0309 tottenham boro.. and at that moment, they closed the shop on me.. so i was rather pissed cuz i took a bus down a couple of blocks away to place a winning bet but they SHUT THE DAMN POOLS at 7.00pm sharp. damn..
i grabbed my wallet and the lousy script of white paper and walked to the bus stop.. so i was left with no choice but to place me bets in bedok. and guess what? bus 87 just zoomed past as i walked out of the store. damn.. missed the bus

then it occured to me that there was something strange going on. something was trying to tell me not to bet.. (HA!) just like a 7333, why couldnt that be a calling? a calling not to part with my life savings.
i decided to follow 'fate' and I trudged home rather disappointedly. and tottenham WON the damn match after losing 6 past matches. which means my instincts and god's will had served me right. wow!

now that all this may seem so queer and wierd, my brother lost his life's savings today thanks to a 90th minute neil mellor beauty that sunk his heart like the titanic.

posted by iambrianfu [ 3:16 AM ] |

if there is one goal in life. then that one goal is ECONS S. Distinction. nothing much left to study for the next two years. this has to be my best try

after a rather pleasant A levels, and a rather dismal Maths s.. we are back here again.. yearning for the next paper to be over. todays bio was quite good and short. i did it once and twice and started writing an economic essay on the back of the bio mcq booklet..

HOW DOES A HIKE IN CHINA'S INTEREST RATE AFFECT SINGAPORE...

later... some of us went to K box to sing away our sorrows and lament over our dreaded lives. and flush away the worries bottled within us.. and pray for our future. then i went out for a while, came home and continued whacking those minions in those diabolical dungeons
level 21. act 3. yay!
i was just watching the nine oclock show on 8... yingying and zhengde are quite a cute couple. makes me ponder and think quite a bit. lets just stop all this gay shit and find a girlfriend soon. yea.. now or never. my way or the highway..

waking to a new lifestyle tomorrow. healthy living eating and sleeping. its been almost a year since i've been to saint wilfred's. our dear old dunman high gathering place. 8.30 in boots. gonna kick some marist arses

posted by iambrianfu [ 10:09 PM ] |

i realized that im missing A levels. i'm missing A levels because as far as i can remember, school equates to studying which equates to A levels. with A levels gone, school is gone at the same time. despite bitching about school all the time, i would be lying if i said that i didnt miss vj. not the school per se but everything that comes with school. the relationships forged, the friendships, the emotional periods, the tensed moments. i enjoy the feeling of just walking about in school, because i can enjoy the trees and the plants, the fish pond and the turtle pond. its just like a mishmash of unexplainable concepts. i have mixed feelings about leaving the school. i always had this feeling that i could have made these two years more fruitful if i had been more motivated and compromising. i could have done things that pushed myself to the limits.. but i chose to take it easy. i could have made more friends but i chose to be more conservative. i could have taken up leadership roles, but i let contend with others leading the way. i could have worked harder on my schoolwork, but i didnt fulfill what i think i could do. i could have excelled in sports and music, but i was always finding excuses for myself to satisfice my aims, and not challenge myself to the maximum..
so i miss the A levels. there is much to look forward to. much for me to observe and appreciate. my school life is not over yet.

but till then... A levels is not over yet. so how has the exams been so far? i think i should be able to get my As for maths and chemistry already. its biology and economics , to a certain extent, that im rather uncertain YEt. but i hope i can be certain Soon. because man's nature is to try to avoid uncertainties. that exactly explains my soccer-drawing-strategy. here it goes- if i win this week, i would be able to gurantee a doubling of my 'invested' initial sum, lets say 20 . that gives me certainty and assurance. but that's not what i want, i want to win big. just like how there exists no 'benevolence' in society but greed. so i expect to win say 100 a week by putting in a greater sum of fixed intial capital. theres a tradeoff. i win big but i have to cope with the uncertainties that come with it. Ultimately, i must find the optimum amount to play with.
so lets just whack big. im going to put 380 on tottenham drawing aston this weekend.
coming back to the point. there's only friday, monday,tuesday, thursday and tuesday to go.
5 days! whats left:
-chem 3
-econs 1,2 bio 3
-maths 0
-bio 1
-econs 0

madness..
and in terms of serious studying, theres only Bio options, practising maths questions and reading up economics.. and lots of MCQs too. isnt that great..

so im home again today. my once in a million appearances. and i just heard that Dean has gotten 2nd in standard! yay. my dear little brother is quite a smart and talented boy. Ma said that telok kurau was too 'mud-ified' for him and he topped the school anyway, so he shifted to maha bodhi during primary two. and talented is he.. just like Condelezza Rice who can play Mozart before her counterparts could tie their shoelaces. now he's grade 5 going to 6.. and just primary 2.
i want to bring Dean out to catch a movie after the 30th before we go Genting some days later

posted by iambrianfu [ 2:08 AM ] |

hi you gay shits...
its me again. im in school now. with all these gay shits.
studying is fun! yay! woow. so how has the exams been so far?not too bad.. except bio... economics is up next and then its quite relaxing all the way..

today has been quite an eventful day. due to some bangala shits once again. it is they.. those contributers of unrest. those unpure breeds. it is they .. who are the root to our ill social climate. it is they.. who like to sneak into classrooms stealing pple's belongings. .. yea.. those bangala shits.

i hate bangala shits. just like gay shits. they stink and they lurk in all furtive corners of the school. they're dirty.. and they dont wash their hands.. they sleep on the floor. they snore. and they are a bunch of theives.
i think vj is quite an unsafe place. you cant leave your bags unattended just so you can go to the toiletl. you cant leave your bag in the canteen during gp exams cuz you'll just find that the whole row of bags has been raped by those filthy dirty hands..

bangala shits..

let me dedicate a song to them..

O' you pesky filthy bangala shit
why are you livin'here with me
why do you steal, why do you smell
why cant they just deport your back to bangalaland

i havent a faintest idea
why you can sneak pass me
and put your big fat filthy hand across our things
you think you're invisible
you think you can pull a quickie
but you are wrong
you have aroused our angst
you have fuelled our hatred
we were scouting your base today
to look for the missing handphones
that the police has been trying to find
O' Bangala shit
we've got you
we've laid a trap for you tonight
come O' come
and we are going to hang you

posted by iambrianfu [ 11:28 PM ] |