The entire summer holidays end up unproductive, except for just a few days spent in PCC and the central library, in which I'm now resting. For four years I've sworn not to let things go that way as the CE, which is in fact less than eight months away, is closing in. No wonder my reputation is always doubted.

Went to a "gei po" with derek after having lunch, overwhelmed him in car-racing. Will be overwhelming him again after another revision section. This morning the many A Maths questions were like puzzles puzzling me.

Will be back to school tomorrow, to me it seems the shortest summer holiday ever. Doubting if I could possibly make it to the CE without suffering a major nervous breakdown. 

It is said that hard work comes money, and money comes joy. Both are true, but between them lies a great irony, which is that hard work and joy never seem to synchronize.