Haiz...Life seems to be only getting worse for me. I don't know whether it is my innate beauty or my stalwart refusal to allow them to poke my butt, but Yiding; yes, that most odious and despicable antagonist, and Shuotian, who was a far greater pervert than I had previously conceived(that makes him a super big pervert, nearing the Ted Bundy level), harrassed me throughout the entire journey home after band. The agony it caused to my delicate temperament and even more delicate belly and sides could scarce be comprehensible. What's worse, Yiding tried to poke my butt on a super crowded MRT train, and that's not possible unless he edge his rather rotund and gargantuan bulk uncomfortably close to me. Of course, my brilliantly improvised defense which constituted of my own bag and my trusty file helped to ward off their advances.

Anyway, I'm feeling rather tired because today was a long day, and I exhausted a large supply of energy and inspiration producing some nice masterpieces of our favourite DotA heroes during maths and physics lecture, both of which happened to be rather boring and useless. Anyway, I really could not understand why people scorned and laughed at my beautiful drawings, which some genius said looked like "primary school drawings". Hmph. Furthermore, after eating quite a nice lunch of spaghetti which has virtually been drowned in two ladlefuls of sauce, along with a delicious piece of baked fish and not so delicious beef burger in RI with wentao and Zhan Ming, I was feeling rather bloated. What made that so devastatingly devastating to my fragile constitution was that I played basketball after that with Jordan. Of course, we only played a while and not really seriously, but it was still quite strenuous, especially in school U cos we lazy to change(Shhh!).

After that we had 2 hours of super boring H3 maths...actually, everything seems pretty boring to me right now, don't know why. I think my GP teacher was correct to say that we are being rather frisky of late. I blame my own "friskiness"(of course, most of my classmates know that I have never been really interested in GP lessons), upon SCDWS, or Severe Chronic DotA Withdrawal Syndrome. It must really have been a mistake to go lanning with my classmates + Yiding(My, how he seems to be everywhere), on Monday, as it managed to reignite my interest in DotA without helping to quench it single bit. This is partly due to the fact that I got pretty badly owned; well, maybe it was my team's fault but that's of no consequence, as there is no "i" in "Team".

And then there was band of course, which isn't exactly tiring, but as they say, 'tis the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

So, night found me reading a Jay Chou book titled "The beauty of D Major", instead of mugging for my all-important chem spa tomorrow(note the sarcasm). Reading through the informative book on my only male singer idol, I cannot fail to notice how human even Jay really was, and how he was a single child and was forced to take piano lessons from young, just like me. I still remember, 3 years ago, how we were still mocking Jay Chou and people who liked Jay Chou when he just started becoming famous. A cacophony of laughter mocking his looks and his singing and shit. Actually, I didn't even hear a single song he sang then, I was just following the crowd. Turns out that we had to swallow our laughter as each new album sold better than the previous, and the previously controversial R&B style rapper turned into one of the greatest pop star in chinese history, and that is not exaggerating. I think what really makes Jay outstanding is his personality and his uniqueness, and his ability to PRESERVE that uniqueness and not be affected by other people's criticism. Sometimes it is good to follow the crowd, but weren't we who followed the crowd and cast doubt on Jay's success proven to be wrong in the end? Even more importantly, he is also modest of his accomplishment and also really filial to his parents and grandparents. It really goes to show that personality, not looks, is what shines at the end of the day.

Anyway, heres a phrase to end off my long post! :) "How much wood would a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood?