wah fuck. business stats seriously can kill. its worse when the topic is probability, a shit topic that i suck at the most along with algebra during sec sch days. better don't talk about all these, its sending chills down my spine. but fuck, i think i'll have a hard time surviving business stats man. but whatever, chiong chiong chiong! that's the most i can do.

talking about chionging, i think the method of slacking has revolutionised. to me now, slacking at first and then chionging last minute work is so year 1 method. outdated liao! the new method is, chiong first and then slack full time without guilt. hahahahahaha. this is the new hype man. lol.

as for today, its samuel's birthday. so the class had a celebration for him. there's cake and a levis t shirt as present. and of course, to someone as gl as samuel, the big finale was the must have birthday bash. =)

played bball with elvis and samuel at the bball court around my house ytd. quite a fulfilling trip despite the fact that i was off throughout. played 4 games. 2 on 2 against some strangers and then 3 on 3 against another group of stangers.

the 2 on 2 one wasn't much of a problem. settled them quite easily.

then its 3 games against the 3 strangers. lost the first game because we are not very used to each other playing style. samuel is used to playing triangle offense which requires the whole team to be good at shooting, but ytd, samuel was the only consistent shooter. so we utilised my drive in kick out tactic to capitalise on samuel's shooting.

won game 2 and 3 using that method. seriously, what i did most of the time was assisting them and defending, didn't score much, was super off.

well, was pretty pissed of during game 3 with the 3 strangers. one of them was a fat ass wearing a t shirt with number 92 imprinted on it. i pretty much think that its his weight. lol. while playing, he kept on charging into me full force. i wasn't doing anything but he just kept on ramming. at one point, he rammed me, missed his lay up and turned around to scold me, "chee bye". good thing i have a good temper, if not, i'll go straight home to get a butcher knife and pia him. but then again, nvm. we settled it on court with our skills, i gave him 2 blocks to ease my anger.

after that, it was one on one time. elvis lost both sets to samuel and i won elvis in our only set. samuel and i both split 1 each when we had our showdown. samuel won 7-5 and i won 7-3. samuel is a pure shooter, quite pro i should say. if he continue to work on it, woohoo, quite a long range threat.

for now, i think i'll concentrate abit on shooting since the court beside my house is done. so should work on my range abit to make my offensive power greater.

anyway, found these pictures when i was surfing the net.

currently my desktop background. damn cool and nice. link.

whoever drew this has talent man. seriously.

where mvp happens. link.

anyway, some thoughts here. after all that has happened, i have no hate for u. actually, i don't really know where to find the hate towards u. what happened was so distant now. but its still very vivid in my mind. both sides were at wrong, but what i can't forget is the fact u jumped on us like that and belittled our brotherhood. its feels weird and i don't think its possible to talk like we used to, afterall, somethings are like water, once u spilt it out. its gone.

ok. shall stop here.