Pessimistically Optimistic.
New Year’s eve is like every other night; there is no pause in the march of the universe, no breathless moment of silence among created things that the passage of another twelve months may be noted; and yet no man has quite the same thoughts this evening that come with the coming of darkness on other nights. ~Hamilton Wright Mabie
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The hot sunshine pulled my eyelids apart, and I awoke from a slumber that I never wanted to take place. I wanted to do work last night. I didn’t want to sleep. But I eventually did. The mind was set to be industrious, but the body was oblivious. It craved for a little bit of rest.
I approached the calendar, which has been laying stagnant on the wall for nearly 12 months now. December 31.
It only means one thing: I am going to end the year with a lot of unfinished business. And they will all begin to accumulate together, like cumulonimbus clouds in the sky, creating a cataclysmic lightning of unfortunate events, which will inevitably strike me down. I hope something inevitable can still be avoided.
I’m not going to make any resolutions. I won’t say that I’m going to work even harder, or not let my emotions rule over me, or start donating to Church every Sunday during the Offertory, because I am going to break all of them anyway. I like breaking things. Nevertheless, I look forward to the New Year ahead. Despite my Guiness world-record unpreparedness, and my shameful obliterated learning momentum in school, I am going to face anything Mr. 2009 throws at me. Whether I succeed or fail, is a different thing.
To God, to my Family, Friends, and everyone close to my heart, don’t leave me next year. You are the Sun to my world, shining brightly in the sky, and without you I’ll just be lifeless piece of improvised neanderthal, with less hair of course.
Media Noche in a few hours, and it’s the last opportunity for me to go on an eating rampage. Because when I go back to Singapore on Friday, breakfast, lunch and dinner won’t be as good as here. Hope SOMEONE hears this.
And, yeah, when you start your countdown, delay it by one second, according to some website. The gradual slowing of the Earth’s rotation is unable to keep up with the super-accurate clocks that some improvised neanderthals, with disproportionate amount of genius inside their brains, have created.
Besides that, I wish you all a
HAPPY NEW YEAR.
What do you think?
ARGH I don’t get why Singaporeans and other Non-Filipino Southeast Asians and perhaps the rest of the world love to greet people with
Happy Belated Birthday!
when your birthday can never be belated, since every year, you celebrate your birthday on the exact same numerical allocation on the modern-day calendar; the day you were born, which was never postponed to a later date even if your mother regurgitated you out from her uterus with your feet first. It would be a supernatural phenomenal hullabaloo around the world if someone could actually move, let’s say, 23 January to 31 January. That would be definitively defying the laws of physics.
We say
Happy NEW Year
(because the year is new and we should all be happy)
but I don’t think Happy Belated Birthday is grammatically correct.
It’s Belated Happy Birthday!
Since you’re greeting the person on a later date.
You’re talking about the greeting that’s late, not the birthday itself. Because someone’s actual birthday in any succeeding year of someone’s existence can never be any later than the date on the calendar he or she was born some n years ago. We don’t live in Disney animation films where anything can be possible.
And a leap year every four years, is not a good excuse.
RIGHT?
Ohwell.
Sorry.
I’m just bitching around.
But you know that after you read this, you’ll realize that I have been making sense after all. If not, I can’t help it. It’s ok. We’re cool people. (:
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Read this from some really cool greeting card
In some parts of the world,
TOMORROW is already TODAY
And TODAY is YESTERDAY.
In other parts of the world,
TODAY is YESTERDAY
and TOMORROW will be TODAY.
So who’s to say I missed your birthday?
(:
Eden-de-den, de-den!!
These are long overdue photos from my trip to Eden Nature Park in Davao Citaaaaayyyee!!! Some trivial information for you, I was born in this sexxaye city 18 years ago! 
On our way to DAVAOOOOOOOOO!
My youngest brother pretending to sleep inside the car. Tsk.
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Kuya Mark on blue, Tita Abet on white. Welcome to Eden babaaayye!!
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NATURE
NATURE
NATURE
NATURE!
Wtf Clean air
Wth Cool weather
$%$^ Lovely flowers
&*%^*^ Lush forest
DAMN!
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From left: Hanna, Tita Mai-mai, my sexxaye mum, and Honey
And that’s my retarded brother in the background.
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This is where we stayed,
this is where we stayed,
this is where
this is where
this is where we stayed.
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LOVELAAAYYE POINSETTIAS!!
CHRISTMAS SEASON is lovelaaayye with poinsettias!!
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Tita Virgie walking up the slope to the pool. (:
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I didn’t swim. It was COLD. FREEZING COLD.
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SKYRIDER BABBAAAAYE!
SKYRIDER ROCKS!
We were fa-la-la-lying on air!!
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From left: COOL son, HOT mommy!!
NYAHAHAHAHAHA!
IT’S IN THE GENES, PARE!
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Once in a while we have to go back and appreciate our ancestral roots!
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We only toured like, 10-15 hectares of the AMAZING 80-hectare crap the Eden Nature Park has to offer?! WTF. It was so disappointing we didn’t get to tour around, ’cause all the employees had a Christmas partaaaye on our second day of stay in Eden. Tsk. What a good timing. But it was still awesome!
and my 2-megapixel phone sucks because it’s only 2-mp, but it still rocks! Photos still look nice, right?
But I still really need a REAL camera!
Fa La Freezing.
A. People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blog.
Replace any question that you dislike with a new, original question.
B. Tag eight people. Don’t refuse to do that. Don’t tag who tagged you.
01. What are your nicknames?
Rowland, Rowly, Rowlie-polie, Row, Anju, Jo, Imperial, Imp, Filipino, Nakakapagpabagabag
02. How do you style your hair?
I start styling my hair at 11pm or 12 midnight, and when i wake up, it’s done! 
03. What’s new in your life right now?
I get new skin cells every now and then. The only constant thing in life is change?
04. How many colours are you wearing now?
5, not counting the different gradations of the same shade of colour.
05. Are you an introvert or extrovert?
I don’t know.
06. What are you doing while filling out this meme?
i just came out of the toilet doing my daily business.
07. Do you nap a lot?
No, because IB doesn’t let me.
08. How’s your heart lately?
I think something’s wrong ’cause I get these occasional chest pains.
09. Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?
I’ll give you one chance to guess what’s making me unhappy. If you get it right, then I can assume that it’s making you unhappy too.
10. What’s your favourite dessert?
Chocolates forever
11. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?
I am never ready in any morning. There’s always some thing bound to be forgotten.
12. How do you want to live when you grow up?
In a lush, quiet, green countryside, cool weather, clean air, cable TV and wireless internet.
13. What was the last book you finished reading?
Mathematics HL Core. DON’T SHOW ME THAT FACE
14. Do you like to see things clean?
I can’t survive in a dirty place.
15. What’s the play count of the last song that got stuck in your head?
I don’t know.
16. What’s the last DVD you bought?
Who buys DVDs?
17. Can you touch your toes?
oh yes I can even lick it.
18. What is your favourite ice cream flavour?
DURIAN, baby!
And COOKIES & CREAM.
19. What’s the last movie you watched?
Transformers. For the nth time. Last night, on HBO.
20. What are you most looking forward to in the coming month?
To get away with it.
Tagging:
Candice
Jose
Danusha
Joey
Nicolette’s alter ego
Andre
John
Weijie
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Doesn’t she look and sound like Avril Lavigne?
Fa la la… fa la la…. fa la laaaaaaaa!
Realization.
If
you were going to die soon
and had
only one
phone call you could make,
who
would you call
and
what
would you say?
And
why
are you
waiting?
~Stephen Levine
[alright, alright, Jose will comment again that I am an unoriginal-poem-stealing bugger. But this isn't a poem. It's just a quote.]
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Haha. I hope I could actually do that. Someday, when the right sexxaye girl comes!
Mum told me today to love someone who will love me back, and not to hold on to someone who can’t reciprocate the love you’ve given.
Before, she crucified me with the regulation that the person must share the same faith. I understand her point. It’s difficult to have different views in life.
But now, the regulation has been easing. And I’m opening up myself to a bigger world out there.
But I’ll finish my sexy IB first!
Anyway, unrequited love is such a pain in the ass, don’t you think so?
Well, actually it was never love. Omg I will never even think of loving you. I don’t want good friendships to be simply destroyed by stupid childish feelings. Maybe… it was just… unrequited ‘obssession’?
Nah, I think I was just infatuation.
Well, it was.
Not anymore.
There was just something about your personality that really struck me, you really made me go like “WHOOOOAAAAA”. You are really cool and amazing, hope your head doesn’t balloon if someone tells you that.
Nonetheless, it may have died off, but it still lingers ink stains on a shirt. So I won’t be using the same shirt anymore.
MWAHAHAHAHAHA
There’s one sad truth in life I’ve found
While journeying east and west -
The only folks we really wound
Are those we love the best.
We flatter those we scarcely know,
We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow
To those who love us best.
~Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Merry Christmas.
In this commercialized society that we thrive in, many of us Christians have forgotten the real meaning of Christmas.
Beyond the glistening and glittering lights, the gifts that we anticipate to receive, the party gatherings, the embellishments that add flavour and colour to this festivity, the Christmas songs, the Christmas carols, and the Yuletide greetings, lies the hidden meaning that we have gotten used to simply brushing it aside.
Christmas was made to let us commemorate and clelebrate the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ, who came down from Heaven, and died for us on the Cross, to save mankind from its sins. Cool, right (:
I must say I am very, very fortunate to be born in the Philippines. The family spirit here is so much greater than anywhere else in the world. Christmas is party time, but it is also a time for God. Despite all the problems with money and stuff, even though we may not be rich, I have come to a realization that there is so much more to life other than the materialistic world everyone desires. First, there’s God, then there’s family, then there’s friends, and many other things that money can’t buy. For everything else, there’s MasterCard.
Having lived in a country where everyone believes in/that there is God, where almost everyone is Christian by faith, for fifteen good years, my parents have never failed to remind me that Christmas is Christmas because of Jesus Christ. And to me, being able to be given the opportunity to realize that the world out there is actually quite different, I have developed a greater sense of respect for those who do not believe in Christmas, for those who think freely, for those who have faiths different from mine, and for those who share my faith but refuse to acknowledge it.
But I have begun to embrace the real spirit of Christmas even more, because it’s so much different here back home. Christmas here makes me feel much much happier, in mind, body, and spirit.
Merry Christmas, everyone.
And Happy Birthday to Jesus Christ.
(:
rowland says:
i miss u!
{ joey } says:
i miss you too dear
{ joey } says:
i miss everyone in school. ugh!
{ joey } says:
if friends were sex, i would be so sexually-deprived now ):
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And yeah, to everyone who happened to pass by my blog, sorry for the rant below!
I get the occasional holiday menstrual spasms
bitches and bastards.
A few minutes before I started writing this entry, two of my bitches (female dogs) kept on scratching the glass door, which led me to the assumption that they were just being the bitches they are; irritable attention-seekers and atrocious animals that act more like pests rather than pets. I shooed them away, three times to be exact, and when they came back for the fourth time, worry prevailed over my mother. She went outside. And she saw the third bitch being fucked by this mysterious, ugly dog that we do not own. I wondered how that lucky bastard got inside that house. It can be considered rape (and trespassing), given the circumstances that took place, but if I could prove by any chance that my bitch conscientiously did it with that bastard, I’ll do nothing. It’s already happened anyway. We’ll just see if there’s an end product soon.
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Three weeks have been wasted like a Portobello Mushroom burger left standing on the table serving as a haven island for fungi and molds, whatever you call them. I can’t believe I have been infested with my younger brothers’ extreme laziness. Both of them are such adorable sloths you just can’t bear to skin them alive or defenestrate them from a 100-storey building even though you are so desperate to do so. Their grades are plummeting in the same current global economic fashion, and to me, it is such a disgrace for the whole family. They don’t listen to my mum, and my career-obssessed father has forgotten how to discipline the two kids. They have been consumed by the online gaming world, by the fucking fucking DotA, and by other nonsensical what-nots. They have been downloading so much crap from the internet that this desktop I’m using right now is full of viruses. And of course, my laptop was their next victim. FUCK! They are such immature brats, but I love them so much I can’t possibly hate them as much as I hate myself right now.
I’ve been thinking so much negative things about them that I have totally forgotten how big of an egoistic loser and a whining imbecile I am myself. I have consciously pre-determined the future course of my life next year. The Christmas holidays has, so far, given me the irresistible opportunity to destroy the great momentum I have created at the end of grade 11. A few abbreviations continue to reverberate inside my head, as if I am chanting indecipherable mantras over and over again. I hate the feeling. In fact, I hate myself for feeling this way.
EE. IOP. IA. etc.
I may have done something, but I am not doing enough. God has been giving me plenty of time to sit down and do some useful stuff during the holidays, but instead of doing that, I have been gradually destroying my life with things and thoughts I can’t disclose publicly on this blog.
If not innate, I think I may have, over the year, developed an insane, internal attitude problem, a personality problem, a disorder, something that not many people know of, or maybe something that I don’t know that everyone actually knows of. Argh. I hate it! I need a lawyer. I might end up attacking people with my staplers.
Goodbye Excess Keratin.
Those who have never watched Street Fighter before, or have never played CAPCOM vs. Street Fighter in the arcades or in their PlayStations wouldn’t get the joke, but, oh well, as if anyone cares. But it’s funny.
I was
LOL
ROFL
and
LMAO.
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Mother forced me to get a haircut today!
“You look like a terrorist.”
“I do?”
“Get a haircut, will you?”
She was so desperate for it, that she actually accompanied me and drove me all the way to the salon.
After the haircut:
“Much better!”
But I tell you, it doesn’t look any different!
I still look like a sexy terrorist!
NYAHAHAHAHAHA!
WASTING MONEY MAKES MY MUM HAPPY!
Off to DAVAO CITY tomorrow!
shopping
and then an overnight stay inside a forest!
heehee
^^
roygbiv (:
I think I really have a fetish
(hmm i think that’s a not a good term to use)
for colorful music videos!
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
^^
We are never prepared for what we expect.
From the school’s sexy newsletter:
“School starts 5 January, and all Grade 11 students are requested to be in school by 7.45am. Assembly is in the Glass Hall.
Grade 12s can arrive by 8am.”
OMFG.
*twirls, nicolette style*
I’M GONNA BE IN
GRADE 12
NEXT YEAR!
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A letter of request.
before anything else, I would like to say a few words.
I think I have been too mean to myself and to the person I like (although you don’t know it’s you I’m talking about) or shall I say, liked, and so I would like to apologize to the two of us – if you FEEL your heart throbbing, and you BELIEVE it’s really you, I’m really sorry. If you THINK that you feel your heart is throbbing and believe it’s really you, then you are thinking wrongly, but I’m still sorry anyway for giving you the wrong impression. And I’m apologizing to myself because I’ve basically made my life miserable even though there wasn’t a need to do so. So yeah..
I shall be careful next time. Such emotional rages are sometimes uncontrollable. Once you let them off, and then you go back to your normal self, you tend to think how insensitive you have become to yourself and to the people around you.
My sincerest apologies.
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NOW FOR MY POST!
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14344 Diversion Road, Philippines 9500Dear Hardworking Rowland,
The IB workload has ballooned exponentially at the end of the school year, but it is no surprise that almost everyone is still not serious about doing any work. Obviously (too bad if it may not be that obvious to you), that horrifying assumption is under the impression that Rowland’s batch mates continue to give me. Of course, there are people whom I can taxonomize as closet muggers who, in their dynamic exo-skeletal personality pretend to be just as lazy and procrastinatious as me, but hidden beneath their deceptive shells, they have already finished 90% of their EE shit. Or maybe they have completed all their holiday homework.
I have written this letter in the hopes that you would decide to return as soon as possible. There are rumors flying around the town like sex videos, nude pictures, flu viruses and lame jokes, all saying that you may not return anymore, due to some personal reasons that you have failed to properly explain. It may had been a tremendous ordeal, that month of November – I have seen how much you had suffered and toiled, albeit the fact that at the end of the day you unwaveringly admitted to yourself how satisfying it was for you to be able to comply with all the tasks that you had committed yourself to. Sometimes I think that you’re so full of yourself, but worry not, for I have already learned to overlook your distasteful flaw.
Nevertheless, such an achievement has meant something for you, that I am pretty sure of. If you have successfully traversed through the once deemed insurmountable ordeal last month, then the following litany of school work should not be seen as a hindrance to your life. I wouldn’t deny the fact that the next year will be the most challenging yet, but do you realize? Every succeeding year has always been your most challenging year. Some things in life – most of them unimportant and trivial matters such as physics and literature – just get more and more difficult year after year.
Therefore, I am confident, that you will be able to surpass the forthcoming challenges in life next year – after all, you’re not alone. You have your family, friends, and teachers to help you through. I may be of no use to you, that is a fact that will forever remain unchanged, but remember that I am always lying down somewhere thinking of you while sipping a glass of apple juice with Aloe Vera bits, and hoping for your success in life.
Ever present is the veracity of life; but ever constantly changing it is, too. How ironic, constant change. The truths we may hold for now may change as we walk along the pathway of our lives – you may think that through consistency of work and determination one can lead to the fulfillment of his or her own dreams and aspirations – and I may believe that we simply have to be happy-go-lucky, to wait for things to happen, because the future has already been predetermined at the first place, encrypted deep inside the curvatures of the lines on the palms of our hands. Do you believe in palmistry?
Anyway, our friend, Rowland, who happens to have unknowingly committed himself to a detrimental curriculum, needs more of your help than mine – for now. So please, pack your things and get your ass back here. So that I may laze around somewhere more ambient and exciting. Perhaps I should take a trip Down Under? It would be a delight if you and Rowland could come along. But he has work to do. And you have to help him. Shit.
Anyway, thank you.
Yours truly,
Lazy Rowland
Bleak.
Mama: Alam mo ba ‘yung picture doon sa dresser ko?
Ako: Opo.
Mama: Naaawa talaga ako sa kanya. Ikaw, hindi ka ba naaawa sa kanya?
Ako: Siyempre naman naaawa. Pero naiinis din ako! Naaawa na naiinis! Badlungon man gud.
Mama: Problema bya ‘yan siya ng mama niya.
Ako: ——
Mama: Well, malay mo, baka nga mas yumaman pa siya sa’yo pagdating ng araw.
Ako: Why not.
Mama: Sa tingin mo ‘nak, yayaman ka?
Ako: Hindi.
Mama: Bakit?
Ako: Ewan.
|:
ALRIGHT.
I AM OFFICIALLY OVER IT.
YOU SUCK.
i think i suck too.
but you suck even more.
go kill yourself.
fuck off.
i don’t want to hear from you again.
GUESS WHAT. I have decided to…
stop blogging for the next week, since I really intend to do serious work for my EE. Going out on an escapade around the city for some survey shit!! WHEEEEEE!! XD So, et voila.
FOUR blog entries for today! MWAHAHAHAHAHAA
Anyway, if I can remember correctly, an ex-classmate of mine who is taking nursing right now measured my blood pressure a few days ago, and I found out that I have hypotension, which, according to him, is characterized by an abnormally slow blood flow, but not slow enough to cause serious problems. A common symptom is a sudden blackening of vision upon rising up from a lying position. But I don’t believe him ’cause he’s still a nursing student. He hasn’t gotten his license yet. And Wikipedia says that it is life threatening. So I don’t believe him. Anyway, I do get that occasional blackening of my vision but it only occurs when I intentionally close my eyes, or when I fall asleep!! NYAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! d:
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I expected your name to flash in twenty seconds, and
POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF.
Your name appeared in nineteen seconds. Bleeeeeeeeeaaahhhh
But that doesn’t really matter, ’cause every time i see your name appear on the computer screen
“BLAHBLAH” has just signed in
I never fail to get these really weird goosebumps. XD
And then, in a split second, my stomach curls up, as if you’re invisibly pulling it from the inside.
And then, in another split second, my heart slams against my chest, like a gorilla in spastic mode inside a cage, and all of a sudden my vision blackens, as if your presence blocks all the blood flow in my body. O_______O
And then I contemplate whether or not I should talk to you.
But most of the time I decide not to, since I would feel awkward, afraid to leave the conversation hanging in midair, unfinished, incomplete, still. There’s nothing special to talk about anyway.
It’s as if you can read my mind,
It’s as if you control my body,
It’s as if you have taken over my soul,
It’s as if you’re living inside me.
Look at the stars.
MUAHAHAHAHAHA
PINK
From matthew yee’s bloggie! (:
Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.
Title:
Look at the Stars (Yellow)
We were strangers starting out on a journey (At the Beginning)
Somewhere over the Rainbow (Over the Rainbow)
Going back to the corner where I first saw you (The Man Who Can’t Be Moved)
Waiting for your call, I’m sick, call I’m angry (Your Call)
If our love was a fairy tale (Breathless)
I can’t stand to fly (Superman)
There’s a song that’s inside of my soul (Only Hope)
I guess you’ve heard, I guess you know (You Were There)
All I hear is raindrops falling on the rooftop (Officially Missing You)
We were both young when I first saw you (Love Story)
I heard he sang a lullaby (How Could an Angel Break My Heart)
Don’t leave me in all this pain (Un-break My Heart)
Making my way downtown (A Thousand Miles)
There is something wrong, and there is something right (Fucking Boyfriend)
All the old paintings in the tombs (Walk Like an Egyptian)
There was a man (Solitaire)
I would give up everything (Thank God I Found You)
Ooh, baby love, my baby love (Baby Love)
There’s a place in your heart (Heal the World)
I recall when you said that you would never leave me (Till My Heartaches End)
O.O
f***loads of diamonds, f***ing fantastic.
i love her, i love her song, i love lily allen.
I want to be rich and I want lots of money
I don’t care about clever I don’t care about funny
I want loads of clothes and f***loads of diamonds
I heard people die while they are trying to find them
I’ll take my clothes off and it will be shameless
‘Cuz everyone knows that’s how you get famous
I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track yeah I’m on to a winner
Chorus
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When we think it will all become clear
‘Cuz I’m being taken over by The Fear
Life’s about film stars and less about mothers
It’s all about fast cars and passing each other
But it doesn’t matter cause I’m packing plastic
and that’s what makes my life so f***ing fantastic
And I am a weapon of massive consumption
and its not my fault it’s how I’m programmed to function
I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track yeah I’m on to a winner
Chorus
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When we think it will all become clear
‘Cuz I’m being taken over by The Fear
Bridge
Forget about guns and forget ammunition
Cause I’m killing them all on my own little mission
Now I’m not a saint but I’m not a sinner
Now everything is cool as long as I’m getting thinner
Chorus
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When we think it will all become clear
‘Cause I’m being taken over by fear
‘Cuz everyone knows that’s how you get famous
I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track yeah I’m on to a winner
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When we think it will all become clear
‘Cuz I’m being taken over by The Fear
It’s all about fast cars and passing each other
But it doesn’t matter cause I’m packing plastic
and that’s what makes my life so f***ing fantastic
and its not my fault it’s how I’m programmed to function
I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track yeah I’m on to a winner
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When we think it will all become clear
‘Cuz I’m being taken over by The Fear
Forget about guns and forget ammunition
Cause I’m killing them all on my own little mission
Now I’m not a saint but I’m not a sinner
Now everything is cool as long as I’m getting thinner
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When we think it will all become clear
‘Cause I’m being taken over by fear
ANYWAY!
According to my mum, we are going to this place,
leaving in 17 hours
gonna travel for 1-2 hours by car,
staying there for 2 days,
where the sun is hotttttt
where the sand is powdery and white
where the sea is crystal clear and blue
Where the majestic blue extends
from the unfathomable sea to the endless sky
and where my English IOP
will await its possible, foreseeable culmination.
ALRIGHT.
(:
Extension.
lalalalala
dadadadada
papapapapapa
mamamamamama
nananananananananaana
Ok, I’m officially bored today.
Started reading blog archives of my friends! Tsk! Haha.
Argh. Fooooorck it! I should be doing work right now.
My extended essay desperately needs an extension!
My new dear supervisor, where are you?!?!?! and who are you anyway??!?!
Although I would love January 2009 to immediately manifest its existence right in front of my very eyes, my extended essay is more important than my life, so I would like December 2008 to be extended for as long as my EE needs it to be.
– —- — —- —- —– —– —- — ——.
Hi.
You interrupted me for two hours. Tried to close my eyes, tried listening to sleep-inducing songs, tried different positions, but I ended up lying on my bed like a lifeless bolster.
And now I’m typing this, in the hopes that with each gentle pressing of these retarded jumbled alphanumeric buttons, I’d finally disintegrate into my usual dreams:
Flying; jumping high up on the air, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon style; being chased by someone; jumping off from an escalator; contemplating on how those Madagascar characters can live in the same oasis without eating each other, e.g. lion doesn’t eat zebra, where every single animal seems to be on a strict vegetarian diet; bathing in a public toilet; getting amazing powers; running naked in town; crying over test results; You.
Anyway, I wanted to say something, but I forgot what it was about.
Oh well. Never mind. Guess I just have to force myself to sleep now.
Ciao.
rowlandanthony
Recently turned 19, I am an International Baccalaureate slave, a Roman Catholic, now of legal age to vote, to drink alcohol, to drive, to marry, to smoke, and to f*** around. I am manufactured in the Philippines but currently utilized in Singapore. I am the thick-skinned, ingrate bastard who dumped the Government in exchange for a $100,000 two-year private scholarship. Most people in the Philippines call me Row, as a result of a passed down genetic trait that triggers laziness. Actually, my nickname is Anju, which I am really really not so fond of. But I am fortunate enough not to suffer from the ubiquitous Filipino frenzy of naming nicknames with letter 'h's sandwiched between other letters, e.g. Jhong, Jhing, Bhong, or Bhing, and from the usual repetition of the same syllables - usually created by the whole extended family giggling in delight as one utters his or her baby cry while shitting unconsciously and secretively on the lampin, inside the duyan - resulting in stuttering names like Ton-ton, Ping-Ping, Bam-bam, Ging-ging and Don-don.
I am currently having the time of my life.
