Pagbubunyi.

I kept looking around the concrete walls, the glass windows and the ubiquitous Ora et Labora logo, but I only saw Irrelevance. I did not notice if I grew any taller than the rest. Neither did I notice if anyone went missing and was nowhere to be found, nor if there were new youthful acquaintances in school who needed a warm welcoming smile, a hi, a how are you, a hope you enjoy here, a sweaty palm handshake and a pat at the back,  because at the back of my mind, I still believed that I was not where I was. School. The brain was intact but the mind was nonexistent, as if it temporarily wafted into a different dimension unknown to man (and woman). I thought that Today didn’t seem to be ready to welcome me, nor was Yesterday a day ago, nor will Tomorrow on the next day. Me, the same skeletal entity, the same four-eyed stress-driven workaholic organism whose seventeen year-old Catholic membership card has almost met its unprecedented expiry date. Me was lost today. Me was lost yesterday. In fact, Me have been lost for quite a long time now.

I am the laziest of all bums lah, but God just wouldn’t let me to anyhow leave my membership card un-renewed.

REST DAY ng mga magnanakaw, mga drug dealers, rapists, at ni Misis President.

MANILA, Philippines – Police in Metro Manila on Sunday said there was no reported crime incident during the most awaited title match between Philippine boxing champ Manny Pacquiao and Mexican slugger David Diaz.

“There was no registered reported incident for NCRPO for the period covered 8 a.m. to 3 p.m. during the duration of Pacquiao-Diaz fight,” said Police Dir. Geary Barias, chief of the National Capital Region Police Office (NCRPO). – GMANews.tv

There was one moment in time when selfishness and self-conceitedness dissipated, and humanity prevailed within the Filipino blood, and I forgot about personal desires and other worldly pleasures that populate my imaginations, not to mention the thought of my new rice ant, the d’monde auch, whatever; when all of a sudden the thought of becoming a boxer flew past my brain. And if I were Manny Pacquiao, I would punch Diaz to bits n’ pieces in Mandalay Bay every single day, from 8 a.m. to 3 p.m.

Para everyday, OK!

The plane ride was smoooooooooth sailing.

nothing special.

I’m just back in Singapore. (:

You’re just a search engine.

Before i proceed to my main post:

*Danusha~is feelin inspired~* says:

errrr….k nvm then … haha

17:29:27*Danusha~is feelin inspired~* says:

… i see your will power is back

17:29:33*Danusha~is feelin inspired~* says:

i shan’t disturb it then

17:29:37*Danusha~is feelin inspired~* says:

17:29:37*Danusha~is feelin inspired~* says:

ttyl

17:29:38*Danusha~is feelin inspired~* says:

BBye

17:29:48I say:

lol

17:29:54I say:

u can still disturb me

17:30:07I say:

it’s hasnt come back.. it’s just comING back

17:30:24*Danusha~is feelin inspired~* says:

hahaha

17:30:40*Danusha~is feelin inspired~* says:

hmm.. is tht a long process?

17:30:45I say:

a bit

17:31:02I say:

like… u wanna shit but you’re constipated so shitting takes a longer time

17:31:08*Danusha~is feelin inspired~* says:

o.o

17:31:25*Danusha~is feelin inspired~* says:

i can’t believe u just compared will power to shit

OK!

WordPress is so cool.

Okay let me be more specific. Blog Stats is so cool.

I just had the ultimate eye-popping, heart-pounding and gut-wrenching feeling this morning when I happened to drop by on the Blog stats on my dashboard. There’s this something called Search Engine Terms, which shows you the terms people use to find a blog containing relevant information about those certain terms that they have gooooooooooooooooooooogled online.

My initial reaction was “Ok,” yuki no hana, nice song indeed, Mika Nakashima’s cool”

and then “Ooh, my school, someone’s interested”

and then O.o – “%$&*@#! inside school ?!?!”

Those links on the screenshot have nothing to do with the search engine. haha. WordPress classifies them under “Clicks”.

Anyway, I was dumbfounded and flabbergasted, and almost instantaneously I prompted my brain to remember if I posted any pornographic material on my blog. Well, of course I knew I never did such a thing (I never had such materials in the first place), but I wanted to make sure there were no existing hyperlinks in my entries which have expired and mutated into something else. That happened to my old old blog before and people came hovering over MSN telling me “Hey your blog’s got porn in it! ha ha ha!”. So I browsed through hundreds of my old posts, and to my relief, there wasn’t any. After giving it much thought, i finally figured it out: I posted a blog entry a few days ago with a slightly vulgar title and most probably, due to Google’s inhuman essentiality and incapacitated nature to discern between what’s porn and what’s not porn, those search engines have been deluded to include my web link to that unfathomable pool of indiscreet materials.

After a while, I found myself laughing. He/she must be really bored in school.

Newspaper.

It’s time to officially start my countdown. I’m going back to Singapore on Friday!

Anyway, I went with my parents for some meeting with their new business partner (my mother’s best friend) and of course, it was a terrible ordeal for me as I had to sit down with them and do practically nothing but to listen to them talk about business prospects, money, numbers, and forecast of their future profits. Well I hope those forecasts turn out to be real money soon. It was a breather when I discovered that there was a newspaper beside me. As usual, I started my newspaper ritual by throwing away the classified ads section first, then reading the business section followed by the editorial section (the most boring sections first), and then the lifestyle section. The main article was about Mike Myers’ new movie, the Love Guru. Now, after his mojo finally waned in his Austin Powers franchise, he decides to grow SOME facial hair and dress up like an Indian to be a, guess what, a LOVE guru. He looks kinda cool actually. But then as I started reading the article I wondered if all lifestyle writers are just simply fascinated with penises as if they have never seen one before O.O, if all of them are just penis-envy O.o, or if all of them are just interested with Justin Timberlake on his speedos *.*. WTH, half of the chunk of the article on the first page was all about it! If they talked about the Love Guru’s it would have been an interesting read then. Ha ha.

Anyway, I continued reading the rest of the newspaper and I found this ridiculous poster in the first few sections of the paper.

Pinoy Idol?! $^(#$@%??!

As far as I am concerned, we already had the Philippine Idol before, with Mau Marcelo as the winner. It was a good show; the only letdown was that it was shown in ABC5. Really really annoying. And now here’s another version of the same show, and they’ve given it a different title. It sounds bad actually. Pinoy Idol.

Haha imagine if you’re talking to a Singaporean friend.

“Do you know the Pinoy Idol?”

“What? I don’t think so.”

“Pinoy Idol! U know, PINOY idol?”

“Pinoy Idol WHAAT?! I dun understand you”

“You have a Singapore Idol version here righttt. So in the Philippines, we oso got.. Pinoy Idol!”

“Philippines Idol?“.

“No lah. Pinoy Idol. PEE-NOY.”

“Pinoy? What’s Pinoy? Must explain properly!”

“Ah, it’s a slang for the word Filipino. It’s what Filipinos usually call themselves.”

“Ah! Aiyoh! it’s in Tagalog righttt??” (pronounces it as ta-galog)

“Yes. It’s the Filipino version of American Idol.”

“Oh! Philipino Idol!!”

“Y-yea–yeah.”

Why did those Spanish colonizers have to name my country after their king who died of syphilis.

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another quiz!

List 6 things you would like to say to 6 different people without mentioning their names.

1. beer.

2. hallucination.

3. bankruptcy.

4. december.

5. visitation.

6. craziness.

It’s the increase in the concentration of carbon dioxide in your lungs, dumbass.

I’m going to sleep now, but I just have to post this video on my blog.

LOVE the song! (:

School shooter? I’m too fucking busy to be a school shooter!

Ok I’m not vulgar by nature. I promise. Hahaha. The title is actually Quote #515 from this website!

Gaaaahhh. IB is eating my year 2008 really really fast. IB’s like this discombobulating Pac-Man dude in this time labyrinth of mine, voraciously eating up all the seconds, minutes, days, weeks and months. And I’m really getting nervous. My heart palpitates everytime I remember my unfinished English essay which has been collecting dust under my study table. My brain freezes everytime I see a French word in the internet. There have been occasions where I suddenly hear a stream of undecipherable French words inside my head, as if someone is talking to me in French. Creepy. And I haven’t revised my French yet. It seems that I have forgotten almost all the French stuff I’ve learnt for the past five months. And I can’t decide on what proposal to submit to Monsieur Heusdens in order to improve our French lessons every Mondays and Tuesdays. Maybe he has realised that the lessons have stagnated and have become quite boring at times. I even caught myself on the verge of drooling over my foolscap paper at one time. Yuck!! Good thing Amanda is such a busybody.

And the title of this blog entry does not really fit into my current life; I have been incessantly stoning inside the house; in fact, I have been sleeping 12-13 hours a day. You can actually imagine that if I counted the number of days that I have been here in the Philippines, I have spent half of that duration sleeping, let alone those moments when the sun is up and shining brightly, and there I am sitting by the window daydreaming about weird stuff. Talk about being a lazy bum in the house.

Not like the other schoolmates of mine who have been lavishly spending their holidays in faraway places around the world, like the USA, Japan, Spain, Iceland, Mongolia, Hong Kong, Malaysia (well HK and M’sia are not really considered far away). Argh, I really wish I could have a holiday getaway to some ulu place!! Me and me alone.

I’ve been wanting – dying – to visit some places in the world, places that people usually hardly know or, in case they know a lot, hardly give a shit about it. There’s one place which calls itself Ushuaia. Sounds pretty gay, actually, *Ushuaia* but I actually discovered this name when I was watching Discovery Channel a few years back. It was a given title of a show, if I’m not mistaken, and I never knew that it’s also a name of a town smacked right the tip of South America, until I have learnt how to search stuff in the Internet in Primary six.

Ushuaia is actually the sothernmost town in the world, the capital of Tierra del Fuego Province in Argentina. If you ask me, I think it would really be interesting to find out how it feels to live in the “southernmost town”. Singapore actually brags one of its microscopic Sentosa islands as the southernmost point in continental Asia, when in fact, it’s merely connected to mainland Sentosa by a little bridge; Sentosa to mainland Singapore by that Sentosa bridge (you can count the cable car and the monorail as well); mainland Singapore to mainland Asia by the Causeway. Hmph. So if I connect a bridge from that little island in Sentosa to Batam, then Batam would be the southernmost point in continental Asia. -.-

You must be kidding me.

There’s another interesting place in the world which sometimes appears in my dreams. Mongolia.

I don’t know. After watching some documentaries about this country, I just felt that this should be worth visiting. With a landlocked area of about 1.6 million sq. km., there’s plenty of land to explore. With a population density of two people per sq. km, there’s a lot of room for yourself to do some tomfoolery around. Imagine, if the Mongolian population would actually be evenly distributed, a family of six would occupy three square kilometers of Mongolia and they can have it all to themselves. Cool. And I want to experience how it feels to be a nomad in the rural areas of Mongolia. I think it’s a wonderful diversion from the stagnant and busy urban life in the Philippines and in Singapore.

Of course, if you ask the nationalistic fragment of my existence, I would want to go in an all-out expedition in Palawan, Philippines.

Regraded by renowned underwater explorer Jacques Cousteau as the most beautiful place he had ever explored. Oooh.. It think it’s actually true! Although I haven’t been there yet. It is home to one of the world’s most diverse flora and fauna, breathtaking mountains and rain forests, the world’s longest subterranean river, and some of the best beaches in the world, scattered in this vast expanse of 1768 islands that comprise the entire province.

Okay, this would be the last one, since I believe this entry’s going really boring.

I want to go to Spain.

I want to see how much this country has progressed after it has left this impoverished country of mine with a SPAIN without the S.

Hahaha this entry seemed like a travel blog.

Inday and her briefcase no. 4

Eto na si Inday sa kanyang first TV appearance
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Kris: Magandang gabi mga kapamilya, sa gameshow na ito importante ang sagot sa nag-iisang katanungang Deal or no Deal. Ang ating player ngayong gabi ay walang iba kundi ang fastest-rising household services manager na si Inday!

[umentra si Inday at nagpalakpakan ang mga tao]

Kris: Ok Inday, choose a briefcase.

Inday: Kris, I would opt for case #4 please.

Kris: Briefcase # 4… si Sharmel. Inday, matanong ko lang, how did you come up with the number 4?

Inday: Oh, do you really want to know Kris?

Kris: Oo naman. I’m sure kaya ko naman maintindihan yung sasabihin mo eh.

Inday: The number 4 was acquired based on a probability distribution function that involves integrating up to an area greater than or equal to that random number which should be generated between 0 and 1 for proper distributions.

Kris: Syet. tanong tanong pa kasi eh.

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Kris: Ok Inday, choose 6 briefcases to open.

Inday: I would opt for 7, 24, 12, 2, 15 and 20.

Kris: Wait lang Inday, usually isa isa lang ang pagbubukas natin ng case…

Inday: Why is that? As if I can change the outcome if we’re to open a case each time I blurt out a number as opposed to opening each case immediately one after the other right?

Kris: Hayyy…babaguhin pa talaga mechanics (bulong sa sarili).

Kris: Anwyay, di bale na lang nga… tuloy tayo. Number 7 . Natalie buksan na!!
[Yung audience sumisigaw ng LOWER!! LOWER!!!]

Kris: Teka lang, bago natin buksan… Inday, usually ang mga contestants naten ay sumisigaw ng “LOWER” every time magbubukas ng case.

Inday : Kris, I guess that’s not the way I was taught in grade school. You see, I was taught that we should only use the comparative form of the word or add “ER” to the adjective if we are comparing two things. And since it is only the first briefcase that we are going to open, we have nothing to compare it to. Am I right?
[natahimik ang audience at napaisip]

Kris: Oo nga no!
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Kris: Sige Natalie, Buksan mo na.

[Ang laman ng briefcase 7 ay Piso… Palakpakan ang mga tao]

Kris: Good start! Ano yung next case mo ulit?

Inday: Case number 24 please.

Kris: Chloe… buksan na…

[Audience sumisigaw ulit ng LOWER!! LOWER!!]

Kris: Wait lang guys, Inday may nabuksan ng case baket di ka pa rin sumisigaw ng “Lower”?

Inday: Oh my goodness Kris, how long have you been doing this? Have you ever encountered a value that is lower than a peso in this game? Tell me, is there any value left lower than the one we just opened? Sheesh.
[Napaisip ulit ang audience at natahimik]

Kris: Aarrgghh!!!! Chloe buksan na lang nga, pati na rin yung 12, 2, 15 and 20 buksan na rin para matapos na. [naiirita na]
[At sunod sunod na ngang nabukas ang mga case ni Inday]
[nag-ring ang phone]

Inday: Ahh Kris, to save more time can you tell Banker that I’m not interested in his first offer. In the history of this game of chance, I have yet t o see someone accept a first offer from the banker. It’s quite pathetic and pretentious for contestants to pause and look around the audience as if asking for advice before ultimately rejecting the first offer. I mean come on, isn’t that a waste of airtime?

Banker: Potahhh!!! [narinig sa set kahit sarado ang kwarto ni banker]
- Ito ang unang pagkakataon na marinig ng mga audience ang boses ni banker sa Deal or no Deal.
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Kris: Ok Inday, mukhang kelangan na natin ng tulong sa mga friends mo… sino ba yung bigotilyong lalaki na naka-polo? Ano name nya?
Inday: Ahh, that’s my master Mr. Montemayor.

Kris: Ahhh sya pala yun, how cute naman pala eh. Sige sir, give us a number.

Mr. Montemayor: Hi Kris, good evening. I’m a fan. I choose number 22 please.

Kris: Ano Inday ok ba yung number 22?

Inday: Whatever, we shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds us anyway. Go ahead.

Kris: [taray naman] Sofie, buksan na!
[ang laman ng briefcase 22 ay 5,000]

Kris: Good job! Sino naman yung gwapong lalake na naka jumper na katabi ni Mr. Montemayor? What’s his name?

Inday: Ahh, that’s my on again off again boyfriend, Dodong the gardener.

Kris: Ooohh, sya pala yun. Ok Dodong, give us a number!

Dodong: Hi babes, I choose briefcase 9 if it’s ok with you. If not, it’s ok with me as long as it’s ok with you.

Kris: Ano raw? Inday, number 9 daw ok say0?

Inday: Yes Kris, it’s fine with me.

Kris: Wow ang bait pag kay Dodong. Ederlyn… buksan na!!
…nanlaki ang mga mata ni Inday at hindi sya makapaniwala. Natahimik at mukhang kakapusin sya ng hininga…

Inday: YOU!!! How dare you invade my moment!
[nagulat si Kris at ang mga audience sa reaksyon ni Inday. Nagpatawag si Kris ng commercial break at nagpakuha ng tubig para kay Inday.]
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Ederlyn: Pinapangako ko, Inday… pagbukas luluhod ang mga tala! hahahahaha!
Inday: What? Can you speak up? What are you mumbling up there. Can somebody give her a microphone please?

Kris: Ano ba!! Tama na nga ang drama ninyo, Ederlyn buksan mo na ang case at umexit ka na kung ayaw mong mapalitan! (naiirita na si Kris)
Dali-daling binuksan ni Ederlyn ang briefcase at ang laman ay… P3,000,000.
Nanghinayang ang mga audience… Ang mga natirang values ay 250, 1K, 20K, 50K, and 500K.

Inday: NooOoo…. (sabay tingin kay Dodong at napapaluha), how could you…
Dodong: I’m so sorry Inday, please forgive me.

Kris: Hayyy, drama again. Ang offer ni banker sa pagbabalik ng Kapamilya, Deal.. or No Deal!
[pagtapos ng commercial break… mukhang composed na ulit si Inday]

Kris: Inday, are you okay? Ang offer ni banker ay 99 thousand pesos . ‘Sing rami siguro ng pilipinong pinadugo mo na ilong. Is it a Deal or No Deal?
Tahimik lang si Inday tilang may kinocompute sa ulo habang ang mga audience ay nagsisigawan ng “No Deal”, ang iba naman ay “Deal”.

Kris: Wait lang, kung mapapansin ninyo we have only have 5 cases left, and among those 5, apat doon ay mas maliit na value…

Inday: Kris, do you mind? Can I do my own thinking?
Natameme si Kris, pati ang audience ay natahimik.

Kris: Taray to the max! (pabulong sa sarili)

Inday: Ok, I’m ready. Upon looking at the reality of the situation, 80% of the cases left have at least 49K less than the banker’s offer. The only way I can do better than what is offered is that if my case contains the 500k or I’d get to open one of the four lower values. But I have to keep in mind that there’s only 20% probability that this would happen. I have to take note, however, that the banker’s offer is roughly around 15% lower than the offer I expected based on the arithmetic mean of the values left.

Kris: Lorddd… panaginip ba ‘to? Ayokonaaa….
Inday: Accepting a deal for less than the mean should generally be regarded as a weak decision so I would say, NO DEAL!
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Limang briefcase na lang ang natitira at kasama na doon ang case ni Inday…

Kris: My God, nakaka-stress itong episode na ito ha. Baka dumugo na rin ang ilong ko sa’yo Inday. Sige Inday, go ahead and choose 1 briefcase!
Inday: Ok Kris, I choose briefcase #5 please?

Kris: Briefcase #5! Mimi bago mo buksan yan I would first like to thank Figliarina by Schubizz for my sandals, Bambi Fuentes for my hair and make-up and Pepsi Herrera for my gown tonight.

Kris: Ok Mimi, buk…
Inday: Ahh Kris, can I also take time to thank a few people? I mean, I did save us a few minutes of airtime right?

Kris: ( “kapal naman talaga ng mukha”…bulong sa sarili ) Sige, ok lang go ahead. (naka-smile pa rin)

Inday : Thanks! Yes, I would like to thank Frank Provost for my hair and make-up, Jimmy Choo for my sandals and my dear friend Oscar dela Renta for my gown tonight.
BLAG!! Tinumba ni Kris ang podium at nagwalk-out. Hindi na natapos ang show kaya’t binigyan na lang ni Banker si Inday ng kalahating milyon para sa kanyang oras.

Inday : Oh, and thanks to the people of Cartier for sending me these nice earrings for tonight!
[Ito ang isa sa mga un-aired episode ng Kapamilya, Deal or No Deal]

Cry Me A River?

For those who can understand Ilonggo.

There’s more on YouTube.

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Anyway, this tag i found on a lot of blogs is kinda cool! so i decided to do it as well.

RULES:
1. Put Your iTunes, Windows Media Player, ETC on Shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.
4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.
5. Put this on your journal.

1. If someone says, “Is this okay?” You say?
Do You Know What You Want – M2M (hahaha)

2.How would you describe yourself?
This Guy’s In Love With You - Herp Albert (i’m not even in love with anyone right now)

3.What do you like in a girl/guy?
I’ll Always Love You - Taylor Dayne (that talks more about me)

4.How do you feel today?
Ocean Avenue – Yellowcard

(If I could find you now
Things would get better,
We could leave this town,
And run forever,
Let your waves crash down on me
And take me away, yeah.

There’s a piece of you that’s here with me,
It’s everywhere I go, it’s everything I see
When I sleep, I dream and it gets me by,
I can make believe that you’re here tonight,
That you’re here tonight. )

5.What is your life’s purpose?
Twisted Logic – Coldplay (hahhaaa!! yes yes yes! twisted logic’s the way to live life)

6.What is your motto?
After The Love Has Gone – Earth, Wind, and Fire [hahaha. swanky (does the sameer hand chop)]

7. What do your friends think of you?
Angel On My Shoulder – Gareth Gates (awwwwww)

8. What do you think of your parents?
Gaya Ng Dati – Gary Valenciano (Well, for non-tagalog speakers, Gaya Ng Dati means.. Like before.. so.. what this ting’s trying to say is that my parents are the same as before, which is, obviously, true)

9.What do you think about very often?
That’s What Love Is For – Amy Grant (What is love for at the pers pleys?!?!)

10.What is 2 + 2?
U and Ur Hand - Pink (haha!)

11.What do you think of your best friend?
The Phantom of the Opera – Andrew Lloyd Webber (o.O now you’re creeping me out)

12.What do you think of the person you like?
I Just Can’t Wait To Be King (O.O)

13.What is your life story?
My Immortal – Evanescence (aww. that is a sad life story.. i’m so tired of being here.. suppressed by all of my childish fears!)

14.What do you want to be when you grow up?
Best Day of My Life – Jesse McCartney (where’s the sense)

15.What do you think of when you see the person you like?
Summer Breeze – Jason Mraz version (aaaahhhh…. like a summer breeze.. yes… her oozing appeal cools you down even though she’s hot hot hot)

16.What will you dance to at your wedding?
You Are My All In All - Point of Grace (this is supposed to be a church song.. but oh well..very.. monogamous. an ideal Christian relationship)

17.What will they play at your funeral?
Kite – U2

(OMG. read the lyrics. a perfect funeral song.

Something is about to give
I can feel it coming
I think I know what it means
I’m not afraid to die
I’m not afraid to live
And when I’m flat on my back
I hope to feel like I did

’cause hardness, it sets in
You need some protection
The thinner the skin

I want you to know
That you don’t need me anymore
I want you to know
You don’t need anyone, or anything at all

Who’s to say where the wind will take you
Who’s to say what it is will break you
I don’t know, which way the wind will blow
Who’s to know when the time has come around
Don’t want to see you cry
I know that this is not goodbye

In summer I can taste the salt in the sea
There’s a kite blowing out of control on a breeze
I wonder what’s gonna happen to you
You wonder what has happened to me

I’m a man, I’m not a child
A man who sees
The shadow behind your eyes

Who’s to say where the wind will take you
Who’s to say what it is will break you
I don’t know, where the wind will blow
Who’s to know when the time has come around
I don’t want to see you cry
I know that this is not goodbye

Did I waste it?
Not so much I couldn’t taste it
Life should be fragrant
Roof top to the basement
The last of the rocks stars
When hip-hop drove the big cars
In the time when new media
Was the big idea
What was the big idea)

18.What is your hobby/interest?
Goodbye - Spice Girls (hmmm.. yeah i’m interested in leaving a lot of things behind.. regardless of whether or not it’s accidental)

19.What is your biggest fear?
Patience – Guns N’ Roses (hahaa! i guess i need more of it!)

20.What is your biggest secret?
Billie Jean – David Cook version

(LOL!!!

Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son !!!!!)
21.What do you think of your friends?
Try A Little Tenderness – Michael Buble (yeah.. danusha, joey, tanya, mandy, sid, nlk, savy, chris, jose, sam, roomie, john, etc etc etc…. try a little tenderness!)

22.What will you post this as?
Cry Me A River – Justin Timberlake (you will drown, JT.)

23.What song would you play during your first time having sex?
Swear It Again – Westlife (yeah. i will love it if you would swear over and over again.)

Plight.

The Ted Failon inside the television set was announcing something about tap water now being used as fuel for car engines. As the Ted Failon disappeared in a split-second, and was replaced by a beautiful girl scantily dressed in a bikini endorsing a bottle of mineral water, I heard my dad say ‘Yan, mas maganda ‘yan, tubig nalang ang ipa-pang-gasolina natin sa kotse; tingnan natin ‘yang OPEC na ‘yan. Maghihirap din sila.

And I thought, Yeah. True, true. I wonder when will power and authority be ever put to good use. Be ever used to help the hungry, the sick, and the suffering. Malacañang’s image casts a dark diabolical shadow over my imaginings of shanty homes and homeless Filipino children. OPEC and UN logos bounce off from island to island, sinking each one of them into the depths of the sea. Sure, my imaginations can sometimes go too surreal. But the penurious fragment of my whole existence suddenly voices out its sentiment: STOP IT.

This afternoon, two children were outside the gate of the house, black and unsightly because of the dirt that has smudged their bodies. It seemed that they haven’t taken a bath for days. They were holding onto the rails of the gate: their eyes filled with hunger and forlorn, the surrounding outside the house seeming like a juvenile prison cell. They asked me if they could have any empty tin cans which they could sell. I said “NO”, because I didn’t know if there were any. I was the only one inside the house at that time. “Dong, balik lang mo unya ha, Wala man gud si nanay nako, wa ko kabalo kung naa mi,” (Just return later, my mother’s not here, I don’t know if we have any) I hesitantly replied.

And they left. But as I went back inside, one of the little boys came back, asking, “Kuya, naa mo bugas?” (Kuya, do you have rice?) And I looked at him, shook my head, closed the door, uncertain if what I just did was right.

I haven’t really thought of it; the millions of my kababayans in constant plight, scavenging the mountain pile of landfills in search for a few cents’ worth of garbage; selling their bodies across the dark Manila streets out of poverty; selling their eyes, their kidneys; crossing the violent seas in huge cargo ships; leaving their families and their honorable college diplomas behind to work as domestic helpers in Singapore, Hong Kong, and in other parts of the world.

It is painful to know that such sacrifices have to be made by them, because there are people who refuse and refute the act of sacrifice.

Heh.

It’s always been a wonder how her small body can accommodate such a huge vital capacity of air, how her diaphragm can contract so powerfully, and how her larynx can manipulate the pitch and the volume to generate a stream of jaw-dropping, beautiful melodies. However, she has amazed me not mainly because she sings as if she’s been singing for for 48 years, but because of the way she has stunned her audiences; the way she leaves them speechless at the moment she begins to sing; the way her very last high note pulls their bums out from the seats to give her a standing ovation.

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I only have a few days left here in the Philippines. Believe it or not, the desire to go back to Singapore has been building up pretty fast. I guess I’m not really used to slacking any more! \:D/ Which is kinda good, I think? For the past two years and eight months, I have been constantly bombarded with so much work that, without much realizing, it has become the quintessence of everyday life. It’s like rice. That white rice you keep on eating everyday. You don’t really like it since it’s hardly got any taste, but you keep on eating it everyday, and after getting used to it, when you have the yummy viand on your plate but you don’t have that tasteless rice in front of you, your lunches and dinners don’t feel like lunches and dinners at all. And I must admit. I have been enjoying doing work this year. There isn’t much of a pakyu-gaddamet-this-life!!! rantings this year; stress has been more of a consolation, actually. Heh. With a multitude of adolescent emotional outrages here and there, doing homework has been my sort of diversion from all of them.

I miss those long, frustrating journeys from sjii to de casalle at the end of every day. Those moments when I have to choose between the Old Police Academy and Trellis Towers bus stops. Those moments when I fall asleep on the bus and miss the After Still Road bus stop. Those long, obliterating processions along the stretch of Lor N Telok Kurau Road. All those ordeals which I have to do while carrying a hippopotamus bag on my back. And I miss that crazy hill. And that effing overhead bridge. And most of all, I miss being broke.

Imaginations.

Okay, today was quite a boring day. At three in the morning I finally finished my HL Economics commentary.

here’s one of the graphs I included for the commentary. After that, I slept all the way up to 12 noon, and in the afternoon I just spent most of my time watching tv and reviewing the work I did earlier dawn. Now, I only have one subject that I really need to worry about. English. Doing an English essay is simply one of the most frustrating things in the world, especially if it involves literature. Nevertheless, I’m happy that I have finished most all my homework (except English), and now I have to start listening to French.

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I’ve been reading Jodi Picoult’s Harvesting the Heart, and there was one line which caught my attention:

You don’t plan life, you just do it.

Suddenly an image of the Nike logo diverts all my attention away from the story, that famous white check spiraling, zooming into me, like a shuriken on its way to strike me down.

The check disappears along with the story plot, and my imagination begins to overtake me.

The whole house begins to melt, like the paraffin wax beneath the glowing yellow, orange, red and on some occasions blue;

the chair where I sit is shaping itself into a boat, floating above the melted house, traveling so fast as if it possesses numerous propellers on the underside.

I cross the vast sea, and beneath the sea lies my photo albums, their pages seeming to turn more and more yellow with every passing second.

I hear the honks of cars, I taste vanilla in the air, and I smell the aroma of fried noodles.

The sun in front, in its orangest appearance, begins to drown behind the horizon.

And before darkness swallows the last ray of light, I see my own naked body, another woman’s naked body, two men wearing white suits, a woman wearing an angel costume, children, a house, a pen, a bible, a dove or a chicken, I’m not sure, two orchids, a computer, and some other things I cannot remember.

here we go again.

I cannot compare these tag blogs to AIDS. First of all, most people with AIDS have no clue that they’ve got the disease, and when they have sex with someone else, they unknowingly pass it to the other. But for these tag blogs, when people have gotten it, they know it, and they KNOW that they’re gonna pass it to other people who haven’t gotten it yet.

A)people who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs & replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves with answers.

B)Tag 8 people to do this quiz & those who are tagged cannot refuse.These people must state who they were tagged by & cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.

#1 If your lover betrayed you, what will your first reaction be?

“SINCE WHEN have you been going out with him?! how dare you waste my allowance on all those dates we had!!”

#2 If you can have a dream come true, what would it be?
success and happiness in life

#3 What will your dream wedding be like?
a simple church wedding without much people, just the family, relatives and close friends. oh, and the priest, and my wife-to-be of course.

#4 Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?

yeah. it’s so uncertain.

#5 What’s your ideal lover like?

fitter than me, beautiful, intelligent, kind, cooks really well, good Catholic
#6 Which would you rather, be loving someone or being loved by someone?

both!

#7 How long do you intend to wait for someone u really love?

after finishing my IB course.

#8 If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?

let her be. I ain’t wasting my time on her.

#9 Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?
being unproductive and lazy.

#10 Are you in love or being loved now?

i’m not in love, but my family and friends love me.
#11 How do you see yourself in ten years time?
quite flabby, grown a bit taller than I am now.. quite happy and successful in life.

#12 Who are currently the most important people to you?
family. myself. friends.

#13 What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
friendly! (:

#14 Would you rather be single & rich or married but poor?
married but poor. BUT constantly happy. ‘constantly happy’ should be the key phrase in that relationship

#15 What’s the first thing you do every morning?
moan.

#16 Would you give your all in a relationship?
No. Nothing is 100%. Even “pure, natural fruit juices” in tetra packs are never 100% pure and natural. I don’t think I can love 100% or devote 100% of my time because if that’s possible, then I would be so selfish to other people.

#17 If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?
I always believe in my principle that if you can’t choose between A and B, then choose C.

#18 Would you fall for a friend?
That would hurt.

#19 What type of friends do you like?
Those people that you can laugh with and/or at. Those people whom you share the same sense of humour, because I think sense of humour is the most powerful thing that can bring two people together, to talk about life and everything it encompasses; with the same sense of humour any conversation between two people can go on forever. believe me.

#20 What type of friends do you dislike?
Those friends who drink alcohol excessively and smoke as if their respiratory tracts are chimneys. Those friends who live a life of extremities. a too happy life or a too sad life. i just can’t comprehend with them.

people i tag:

i’m tagging no one. (:

Marathon.

I can’t believe I spent two days reading the naruto manga. I started reading chapter 270 and finished all the way up to chapter 404.

And, I’m really, really, tired. My eyes are reddening. Just like the sharingan’s color. haha

My back. is hurting.

But very happy. Nice story.

It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all – in which case, you fail by default.

an excerpt from J.K. Rowling’s speech at the Harvard University commencement address this month.

Verbosity.

I found this really interesting article by Isagani de Castro, Jr., and an image of a ferocious dragon walking along the isle of the senate hall came to my mind, wearing a conspicuous, predominantly yellow-coloured dress, incinerating her fellow senators with fiery streams of verbose words that only very few people could comprehend. But the vividness of that image gradually fades, and all I see now is that famous lady – infamous to some – full of wit, character and sensibleness.

I extracted some parts of the article.

“I eat death threats for breakfast!”

She’s probably the only Cabinet official who’s been photographed wearing a bathing suit! She was on the cover of Asiaweek magazine, carrying a gun, under the headline: “Top Gun, Watch Out, Bad Guys – Miriam’s Coming.”

She has called a congressman “fungus-faced”, even challenging him to a fistfight.

In her first confirmation hearing as secretary of DAR, Santiago said she felt like “Indiana Jones in the Temple of Doom.” In one Commission on Appointments hearing, she was quoted as having said: “I am surrounded by idiots.”

While on an elevator in Congress, Santiago once said: “There’s no intelligent life down there. Beam me up, Scotty.”

In response to public servants who organized a protest after she was named DAR secretary, Santiago said: “Discombobulated moral retardates!”

Throughout her political career, she has made good fun of Congress, the Cabinet (“A cabinet meeting has a decided soporific effect”), public relations firms (“Miserable little intellectual amoeba!”), and many others who have attacked her.

I love her verbosity and her frankness.

She is probably the only intelligent life in Philippine politics.

+ 1 or 2 kg.

Hello.

There has been an emanating desire to do all my assignments and projects before the June holiday comes to its most undesired culmination, but the bed is simply so inviting. For the past few days I have been waking up only to find out that lunch is getting cold on the dining table, and all I have to do is to get up, wash up, gargle, brush my teeth, and eat my BRunch. And after that I find myself lying down on the couch in the living room, twice immersed in the weirdest and most hallucinating dreams.

And there’s the computer which does nothing but open up the same websites for me over and over again: friendster, facebook, multiply, blogger, wordpress, deviantart, maxim (:<, youtube, hotmail, yahoo and google. And for once this year I have drastically lost interest in MSN, yay! which is a very good thing – hopefully I’ll finally abstain from it.

But there’s yahoo! messenger which lets me play pool with Eunice, but it’s ok ’cause I’ve been getting some winning streaks for the past few days.

And my NatGeo and Discovery Channel marathons, particularly my Mythbusters marathons, are driving me crazy!

It’s a happy life. I think I’m gaining some weight! \:D/

Brigada Eskwela.

It was Brigada Eskwela, the infamous back-to-school event implemented by the DepEd and initiated by most public schools throughout the country. It is when students, teachers, and parents gather to start the school ‘right’ by cleaning up the school and repairing and/or beautifying facilities that were left to collect dust over a two-month break. A noble cause indeed, but an anti-climatic end to the holidays.

We were on our way to SPED, my alma mater. However, I noticed that my mother was heading to a different direction, and being the usual me who loves to nag, I said:

“Ma, I think you’re dizzy. You’re going the wrong direction.”

“What??” and she almost hit the brakes hard.

“Yeah… the school is on the opposite direction.” doing a u-turn action with my hands

“No.”

“Yes, how can you forget we were there a few days ago -”

“It’s right.. we’re going to the new school site, stupid,” my brother interrupted.

And I gave him the coldest look I could ever give.

I was happily watching my younger brother get his hands and his clothes smudged with pink paint as he was painstakingly painting his own chair outside the classroom. Ha ha. Retribution. He was the only student left, mainly because he arrived late. REALLY late. The rest had done their part and went back home. There were a handful of kind parents around, mothers armed with paintbrushes and fathers with hammers and paint rollers. It was a fun sight to see them, but I kind of felt guilty since I didn’t help at all.

I went around the school ‘campus’ to take some snapshots.

Believe it or not, the school is situated right in the middle of rice paddy fields. It’s far, far away from the city proper. But there are two good things you can have in this school for free: clean, fresh air, and a wonderful view of the countryside.

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After that, we went to the mall to have my spectacles fixed. I had an eye checkup as well.

My grade’s still the same for my left eye, but my right eye got worse as it hit -1.25 ):

Nothing special.

I guess too much fat isn’t good after all.

My family and I went to our family friend’s house to have a small gathering. Nothing special in particular. Just a simple dinner. And to my surprise, there was a HUGE lechon on the table awaiting its very hungry visitors. I have not eaten any lechon or any lechon dish since March, and I have been craving for it. And last night, I got the chance to enjoy a free feast. I ate like a pig – which kinda scared me – because I was eating a pig.

I suffered from a terrible headache afterwards. IT was a searing, pinching, painful headache. I guess it was from eating too much fatty food. We arrived home at around 12am, and the headache just continued to get worse. I wasn’t able to sleep properly, and at around 3am the headache was at its worst. I went out of my room, walking around the kitchen trying to look for any medicine, but there wasn’t any. I tried opening my parents’ room but it was locked from the inside. I finally gave up and went back to my room and kept praying and praying that the headache  will disappear, which eventually did, after an hour or so, and after that I just realized that it was already 12 noon, and the headache is gone.

Not another tag blog.

SEVEN PEOPLE YOU WANT TO DO THIS SURVEY:

Matthew Yee, Bo Er, Carmen, Christabel, Tian Ye, Jose, Hazm

SEVEN THINGS THAT SCARE YOU
1. SL English
2. HL Maths
3. HL Chemistry
4. HL Economics
5. French Ab Initio
6. SL Physics
7. TOK , CAS, EE

SEVEN THINGS YOU LIKE THE MOST
1. Getting a 7 for any IB subject
2. Sleeping, slacking
3. A really really good movie worth paying $10
4. When someone treats me for a movie, a dinner, or a lunch meal in school
5. Being alone
6. Eating good food
7. Putting my windows media player in shuffle mode, and then all the songs it plays are the songs that I really really like.

SEVEN IMPORTANT THINGS IN YOUR ROOM
1. Laptop.
2. Handphone.
3. Clothes.
4. Wallet (whenever there’s my money and ATM inside).
5. Passport, Student Pass.
6. All my school stuff.
7. Toiletries.

SEVEN RANDOM FACTS ABOUT YOU
1. According to Nalaka and Savy, I am very kiasu.
2. I seriously love slacking around but I can’t just stand the fact of doing nothing. So in the end I always get paranoid.
3. I always daydream, that’s why people notice sometimes, during conversations, I don’t really pay particular attention, and I always end up saying “huh?!” “what?!” “again??”
4. In addition to that, I have hearing problems that I am very aware of, but has done nothing about it.
5. I have sweaty palms.
6. I WORRY all the time, although for most of the time there is totally nothing to worry about.
7. I actually prefer being alone than be with my friends.

SEVEN THINGS YOU PLAN TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE
1. find out what I want to be in life.
2. Support my parents as they’ve done for me in the past years of my life – same answer as candice
3. become a travel show host for Discovery Channel and travel the world while getting paid to do so.
4. become a sex instructor for one week. hahaha
5. build a house of my own with a movie theatre inside.
6. to become really really rich and buy all the chocolate in the world.
7. to become really really rich and promote environmental awareness.

SEVEN THINGS YOU CAN DO
1. move my ears.
2. eat and sleep for the whole day.
3. shut up my mouth forever if i wanted to.
4. apple cranberry juice a day.
5. can get really, really, angry.
6. imitate sounds.
7. spend like crazy on one day if you give me lots of money.

SEVEN THINGS YOU CAN’T DO
1. get 42 points for my six subjects.
2. win four to six numbers in Superlotto 6/49
3. sing in tenor ):
4. buy an ipod
5. stop thinking about certain things
6. resist the computer
7. Tolerate blatant irresponsibility/ purposely shunning responsibility

SEVEN THINGS THAT ATTRACT YOU TO THE OPPOSITE SEX
1. stronger and fitter than me haha
2. Christian. Catholic. someone whom i can go to church with every sunday
3. with a sense of humour similar as mine
4. not so serious, so she’ll complement me
5. loves kids
6. someone who lives life and sees life the way my grandmother and mother do
7. pretty (:

SEVEN THINGS YOU SAY THE MOST
1. I know righttt
2. I’m sorry.
3. What??
4. Huh??
5. I don’t know.
6. Duh.
7. Apple Cranberry juice please.

SEVEN CELEBRITY CRUSHES
1. Aishwarya Rai
2. Angelina Jolie
3. Angel Locsin
4.
5.
6.
7.

Work, work, work.

I realized that I have a lot of things so worry about.

Firstly, it was so stupid of me to forget to collect from Mrs. Hammond the three English texts that we have to do for our coursework next term. I was so ecstatic to go home last last Thursday that I totally forgot to meet her at the end of school day to get the textbooks from her. The big problem is that when I go back to Singapore, I have to read all of those three texts FAST. Really fast. And I don’t think I would be able to efficiently do that, knowing that there are loads of work awaiting for me, especially that stupid challenge week thing and TOK presentation that I have to do.

Secondly, I have to finish up my English presentation by the end of this holiday. I can’t seem to find that motivation to start mulling over it, considering that I have to re-read “This Earth of Mankind” over and over again to jump start my presentation work. I also have my Economics commentary collecting dust with the other homeworks I brought back home.

Thirdly, my French. I have told myself that I am going to do intensive studying for French, but it seems that my mind, body, and soul are in full holiday mode, I can’t even afford listening to French news or music over the radio for a few minutes. Monsieur Heusdens was even asking me to e-mail him about my future plans in his French classes, because he thinks I am ‘good enough’ and should be doing more work during his classes. Well I honestly think I still suck at French.

Fourthly, Mr. Rainone. I have a strange feeling that he has a very very very bad impression of me now. I don’t know why, but I really don’t think he likes me because number one, I failed his Maths test so miserably, and number two, I failed to submit that Probability and Statistics homework which I was supposed to submit through Quang. I totally forgot to give it to Quang before I left Singapore. Now the question paper is a three-hour flight away from me, and I don’t know what to do about.

Fifthly, the Challenge Week. I am pretty scared about the way things are going about for my group’s Challenge Week. There has been ZERO progress so far, and I am scared that my group might actually run out of plane seats to Miri for September, or might fail to book hotel reservations, or fail to find any suitable and available charitable society that we can visit and provide assistance when we get there. At the first place, we haven’t even planned anything at all, aside from that dummy proposal I made overnight which we needed to show Mr. Wong the next day to, at least, show him that we aare doing ’something’ for the Chellenge Week plan.

Sixthly, my first Economics portfolio is due on August. On the same month will I be having my first TOK presentation. And all of them are assessed for the final IB grade.

The amount of workload has been increasing exponentially. This is insane.

I’m a workaholic. But as they say, anything in excess is never good.

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Anyway, if you are familiar with The Temptations, here’s one of their famous songs.

Araw-Gabi.

Araw-Gabi.

Day-Night. Day and Night. Whichever way you translate it in English.

One of the most poetic Filipino songs ever. I just love the way the words perfectly fit into the tune. A very intelligent and meaningful song.

Although this live acoustic version by Regine Velasquez isn’t as nice as her original version.

Statistical disaster.

(i have edited this post because i just realised that i may have given people wrong impressions.. SHIT doesn’t pertain to ANYONE in my maths class.. it pertains to SOMETHING that is called statistics).

Hello world.

Never have I experienced such a fervent desire to bang my head onto the wall. Stain it with crimson blood. Bang my head some more. Bang. bang. bang.

IT is always such a great feeling to know that there are some things that can challenge your intelligence, but statistics is simply an overkill. I have never felt stupider in my life; spending more than two hours gazing at the same question, in the middle of a june holiday, only to find out in the end that I totally couldn’t do it. A bloody 4-mark question. I couldn’t do a bloody 4-mark question. I had to shamefully resort to glancing at the back page to see that effing 3-line solution. That effing 3-liner. And as I proceeded to the next question, I got stuck once more. The same thing went on for the remaining five questions.

And It was not long enough when, for the first time in my life, I have failed a maths test.

24 upon 60.

Statistics. At the first place, we should not be doing it. It has been specifically dumped by the book author at the very last section of that mammoth textbook, because it’s supposed to be for next year’s suffrage. But THEY did it FOR US (WTF) this year, for the very purpose of selecting it as one of my school’s options for HL Maths. Cause Maths is beautiful. INDEED. I couldn’t agree more. There. Even more suffrage next year. I seriously hate statistics with all my heart and soul that if Statistics was a person, I would have stabbed him to death by now.

I just don’t get YOU. YOU, STATISTICS.

And I wonder why some people do get the shit out of you. Is it just me, is it just you, or is it just that I can’t stand the thought of shit during Maths lesson that’s why I can’t get you?

Good night everyone. More statistics for me tomorrow. Bwiset.

Summer holiday.

I dropped by Jose’s blog and this nice song suddenly played on his blog. Good thing it was a nice song, because I usually hate websites which automatically play songs when you open the web page. It just scares the shit out of you especially if they are those kinds of songs which you will normally find on Sid’s ipod. haha

I did a bit of research

-out of boredom-

and found out that this song served its purpose when the famous musical “Summer Holiday” hit the UK silver screen in 1963.

A fabulous 60s Musical – 4 London Bus mechanics strike up a deal with London Transport. They do up a double decker London Bus, drive it around Europe as a hotel and if they make it they will own and be in charge of a whole fleet. While on the road in France they pick up 3 ladies whose car breaks down and offer to take them to their next singing job in Athens. They also pick up a stowaway. A young, American boy. Meanwhile, a young American female singer has gone missing. Her mother (who is a VERY ambitious woman) and her aid take the story to the press and it makes the front page. They do all they can to make the story run for as long as possible, including misdirecting the bus up an extremely steep Yugoslavian hill. We find out the young American boy is actually the young American girl who is missing. Mayhem ensues as the lead character, Don (Cliff Richard) falls for Barbara. Eventually, when the 8 bus riders reach Athens, they’re arrested for kidnapping. In front of her mother and a Ballroom filled with world-press, Barbara and Don declare their love for each other and the mother accepts (after realising how ‘big’ Don will become). When the film ends, all eight people are at a Grecian beach and very much enjoying their well deserved holiday!

Ok there’s the synopsis from www.imdb.com. As I was reading this another movie actually came to my mind: Mr. Bean’s Holiday. The plot seems similar – there was that accidental kidnapping part as well. Well I guess Hollywood’s just running out of ideas today. But let’s admit it – they’re earning bigger bucks these days.

Oh, I almost forgot. Here’s the song.

Things you can’t just leave behind.

ah. i like the neatness and monochromatic feel of WordPress.

I find it interesting. Every time I would go back to the Philippines for a vacation, people who know me would immediately do the “OH! Why are you here again?!” look, and then they would incessantly add two lines which I have heard from every single one of them: “When did you arrive?”, and “When are you going back?”. I can’t really gauge if people are merely interested in my unannounced, unprecedented transfiguration; or in my flight schedule as if they’re going to say sorry that they didn’t welcome me on the day of my arrival, and would want to accompany me on my day of departure; or it’s just that they have nothing else to say to me because they’re stunned to see me again. Either way, I’m glad I’m home, because number one, I’m with my family, number two, there’s a mountain pile of food at home, and number three, I can have all the sleep I want.

I brought my whole school stuff though. I brought a luggage the size that would fit my youngest brother inside. Half of the luggage was school stuff – textbooks, files, papers, trash, stationeries – not to mention that stupid GCE O Level certificate which I reluctantly inserted on my bag. That stupid unmemorable laminated piece of shit. Well if you think I went back home with the slackish notion of dozing off into boringness and nothingness, well you’re wrong. The hard work starts tomorrow. (:

I promise I won’t be getting an unmemorable diploma next year.

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I ask everyone reading my blog to pray for my sick great-grandmother. She is sick and is currently admitted to the hospital. Hope that she recovers and stays strong for many more years. (: