There’s no turning back.

Runners just do it – they run for the finish line even if someone else has reached it first. 

You can’t lose something if you don’t have it at the first place.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.

car washing

was the

sex.

Absolutely tiring, but damn fun!

Thanks to:

Nalaka

Savy

Antonia

Isabelle

Clare

Nicole

Ricardo

Nikodemus

Chris Teo

Weijin

Paul Wong

Gabz

Ian

Ms. Wendy

Uncle Sam

*******

I saw you standing alone, encapsulated by an invisible sheath of solitude. I could feel  a sense of emptiness whisking you away from your own self. Your body was as still as stone, but I could feel your mind racing, running, fleeing from the clutches of reality. When you told me that you feel as if the world has left you, I remained silent. I didn’t know what to say. I think I have been recently distancing myself from you, but that doesn’t really count. Because I’m not part of your world anyway.

Windows Live Writer is awesome.

Damn. I’m actually typing this post using

Windows Live Writer.

I can actually see how it’s gonna look like on my blog while typing this awesome post!

SEE WHAT I MEAN??

This is so fahkeng AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME!!!!!!!! oooooooooohhh!!!

MWHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA

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This school term is finally coming to an end – whew – after 20 weeks or so of non-stop IB madness. By right, everyone in Grade 12 should have died already, but since we’re so cool people we’re still alive. Nevertheless, we somehow have acquired unique – whatchamacallit? – zombie-like attributes now, given the fact that we have not slept much for 20 consecutive weeks. Well, I absolutely have no idea why the school decided to merge two terms together. It was like twenty weeks of non-stop schooling. The grade 12s have been running to and fro almost everyday, like some insanely busy workaholic apparitions carrying stacks of research papers and internal assessments, chasing teachers who appear to be sadistically enjoying seeing them with gargantuan charcoal-coloured panda eyes, half-asleep, half-awake, no one really knows, desperately trying to catch up with a million deadlines. It was basically capital punishment at its most beguiling and dissimulating level, masked under what is conceivably the most humane form of torture possible, school. IB!

Although I love the IB (and the school! )

sense the masochistic aura oozing MWAHAHAHAHAHA

somehow, the long school term has made me sick and tired of doing work. It was simply too draggy. Tsk.

Now, everyone feels like

“NAH DUN WANT TO DO ANY MORE WORK LAH TOO TIRED ALREADY”

“SCREW IT LAH”

“CAN DO TOMORROW, I GOT FREE PERIOD”

“HEY CAN I BORROW YOUR HOMEWORK?!”

“I DON’T WANT TO GO FOR FRENCH…”

“WTH, I NEED 2 SKIP LUNCH, GTG DO MY HW. BRB. TTYL!”

“I’M SORRY… UMMM… MRS HAMMOND CAN I SUBMIT MY ENGLISH HOMEWORK AFTER SCHOOL?”

 

And because of that the quality of my IB work is starting to plummet in a similar fashion to an old man who’s beginning to lose his libido as he gets older. SAD! ):

On a happy note,

GAWAD KALINGA IN SEVEN MORE DAYS!

see you Bacolod!

Lapit na lang gid… magkinitaay na gid kita! Kung pwede lang ko maglakat subong, subong na gid ko naglakat!  

ROFLMAO!

My life is like your dilapidated rubrik’s cube.

You know, when you buy that stupid cube, it’s already arranged for you.

And then you go screw it up, twist and turn the cube along that inner central pivot, feeling hysterically happy at the same time, as if you naturally find a sense of joy and satisfaction in screwing things up, until everything is in chaotic order.

And then you pause. You try to make sense of what you’ve just done and attempt to bring it back to its original orderly manner.

And most of the time, you can’t, since you’re neither  god nor Quang. And then you get frustrated; you get tantrums, you throw the cube on the floor and they all scatter into baby cubes each one-sixteenth the size of the mother cube.

*

I’m just sick and tired and fed up of trying to restrain my human existence by doing what everyone else is doing – going to school, doing homework, submitting projects, worrying over grades, stressing oneself with asthmatic friendships that are in desperate need of friendship-restoration-nebulizers, horrendous canteen and hostel food gaaaaaaaaaaaah.

FML.

I’m sick of learning things which are beyond my field of interest.

I’m sick of writing essays, answering tests, researching in the library, and having nightmares of failing my IB Diploma.

I want to escape from here and never return anymore.

However, if I could, I wouldn’t know where to go anyway.

I was thinking of going for Gawad Kalinga and then escaping somewhere else after building a house or two, never to return ever again.

OMAIGAD! DIS HANGER TERNS TU KOLOR YELOW!

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Sandesh and I should really become professional rappers/poets. mwahahaha

***

Rowland:

’twas an awesome rapping session with you sandesh!! LOL!

***

Sandesh:

Damn straight rowland!! >D
It’s such good fun to rap,
Even though we’re crap!

***

Rowland:

LOL!
it wasn’t meant to be that way
we crapped the sexy night away
although our raps were kinda gay
they still all sounded a-ok!

MWAHAHAHAHAAH

***

Sandesh:

O rowly rapping badly has sorta become our mission
Besides, our raps weren’t half as gay as folk some folk were kissin’!

… xD; with the wigs and everything. Man.

***

Rowland:

LOL!!!
hope that somebody doesn’t see these;
to bring back his awkward mem’ries
will get him very very pissed! XD

***

Sandesh:

Though it was a kiss from hell,
I’m sure the assailants meant well!
But perhaps a change of subject is prudent;
Though we CAN discuss it without names,
Maybe it’s best we shouldn’t! n_n;

***

Rowland:

ROFL!

You take indonesian
I take sexy french
Even though I’m Asian!
Now my grades stench
and your grades soar!
Wish I followed my instinct
So there would be more
Whose grades won’t stink!
Roar!
LOLLLL

***

Sandesh:

The thing about Bahasa
Is that it ain’t so sexy
But doesn’t cause apoplexy
Cause we can learn it fastah! ;D

Besides, speaking Bahasa
Is always such a blast
It’s really fun to listen to
When people speak it FAST! >D

buahaha! >DD

***

Rowland:

haha!

when you listen to rapidly spoken imperative french
it seems like a recital of the ten commandments
it’s incomprehensible, simply can’t be followed!
it’s like regurgitating words while being swallowed!

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Sandesh:

The ten commandments seem sometimes to be sort of abtruse
Well, maybe not really, but it’s such a good excuse!
I listen to recitals of ‘Use not His name in vain’
Then I leave the church and I begin to swear again!

When French is by our Asian youth aptly and fluent-spoken
It still tends to sound just a little broken..
Maybe it’s because, in our continent, it’s new
Or maybe there are just some things that our tongues cannot do!

Oh, by the way, my chem IA, is such a damn disaster
I wish I could just half-ass it so I can finish faster! xD

***

Rowland:

My chemistry IA’s perhaps worse than what you can imagine
My graphs resemble a cornucopia of post-acne craters on my skin
They fluctuate up and down in a seismographic manner
When it fact it should be simply sloping up like a plastic ladder
leaning on the wall!
omg IB is finally taking its toll
On my life and the lives of all
who sold their poor souls to the swiss droll!

(Whoever he/she is I have no clue,
but one thing I know is true:
The fact that we are becoming more poetic
makes us sound much less pathetic)

HAHAHA

***

Sandesh:

The thing about these writeups is they go on for forever
And are we ever sure if they’re finished? No, bloody never!
We hesitate to hand them up because we’ve only half
The ideal number of line-of-best-fit graphs
The nameless school against which we compete
Has analysis twice as complete!

O Rowly! We could publish these
As documentation of our disease
Physically we’re quite fine
It’s just all in the IB mind!

[Also, it's 11 and not to whine
But I only just finished my design u___u]

omg this is actually quite cathartic. xD

***

Rowland:

and lethargic!

lol kidding

there will come a day and we’ll decide to reminisce
how badly we were affected by this weird disease
as we transcend along the paths each of us take
we’ll bring them along to keep the mem’ries awake

Like the finite universal expanse that feels infinite
Two years, it seems so long when we’re still innit
But when this culminates, everyone will surely say
how fast time has flown, how short was every day

But this inevitability should not concern us now
We gotta do the Chem IA, but I do not know how
I’m afraid that I’ll produce my shittiest assessment;
My horrendous results serve as a living testament
of my stupidity!

LOL

***

There’s only one point of intersection between two intersecting lines.

yeah, I won’t deny it.

It’s true.

Life always involves a trade-off.

You lose friends, and you gain some.

Although I haven’t tangibly lost you yet, it seems that you’re already somewhere, far away, in a place I can’t reach, and I can never be.

Or is it me who’s been drifting away from you?

***

We only meet once.

We may never meet again.

Iron nails, ferroxyl indicator, sulphuric acid, colorimeter, data logger, pipettes, the spherical rubber that sucks and blows pipettes, test-tubes, and three hours worth of patience

There’s one thing about Chemistry and I. We don’t have any chemistry at all.

*****

OH yeah!! I almost forgot. I specially bothered to update this post just to say that

first draft Extended Essays

have been submitted!!! WHEEEEEEEEEEE!

I submitted 25 pages of economic crap to my supervisor yesterday

MWAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA

ANYWAY!

More things to do and to prepare for:

CHEMISTRY IA  write-up

(due on Monday!! >.<)

ECONOMICS IA commentary

AND THE DREADFUL

ENGLISH IOC.

welcome to IB, Rowland!

People around us move us from one clothesline to another, and we lose track of who we painstakingly spent that time with, hand in hand, together, holding onto that heavy wet shirt, waiting for it to be sun-dried.

Urbandictionary really hates me.

Got it from Matthew Yee’s bloggie!

Instructions:

Go to urbandictionary.com and type in your answer to each question in the search box, and
write the FIRST definition it gives you. You’re going to find some pretty funny results. Try not to take offense to some of them! Then tag 20 people!

Nope, I’m not tagging anyone.

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1. your first name: Rowland

A disgusting and vile creature. Rowlands tend to be diminutive, but with a gigantic wenis. Stay away from these foul monsters.

WTF Somebody who wrote this must absolutely hate me, he pukes to death when he sees me around. LOL. (wenis refers to the skin on your elbow)

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2. your last name: Imperial

the source of evil in the Star Wars universe, usually involving members of the fallen Sith Empire, trying to resurrect it. In the latter movies, the Empire is reborn by Palpatine and Vader.

Am I really EVIL?!!

*********

3. your birth month: September

A wonderful month when the air smells sweet and the weather is perfect for the girls to wear tight little sweaters that show off their curves.

oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh

*********

4. your age: 18

The age where an American can:

1. Legally buy pornography

2. Legally buy cigarettes

3. Legally gamble in Indian casinos

4. Legally be considered an adult

5. Be tried as an adult in the court of law

6. Be drafted in a war they don’t believe in

…but still cannot buy alcohol

WHEW! GOOD THING I’M NOT AMERICAN.

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5. your favourite animal: platypus

the living embodiment of God’s sense of humor. It’s a duck/beaver/reptile. It’s a mammal but lays eggs; I can’t possibly imagine what its milk must taste like. It builds dams like a beaver and males have poisonous barbs on their hind legs/webbed feet.

LOL!

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6. your current location: dining room

A room in which the twentieth-century family sits down to have a nice meal together, usually dinner or supper for you southerners. Commonly, nowadays, the dining room consists of computers, toys, boxes, last year’s Christmas fruit cake, and maybe even a book case.

How true!

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7. your favourite number: 18

Same definition as above. Boring.

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8. your favourite movie: The Dark Knight

(I had to cheat here. This is definition no.2)

The best fucking film i have ever fucking seen, its so fucking good i have to justify it by swearing so fucking much when im not even fucking defining a fucking swear word, i saw this film last night and it was

absa-fuckin-lutely

the best film ever made by anyone in the history of the fuckin world, heath ledger rules over every scene that would have otherwise been dominated by christian bale, holy crap some of the scenes were so fuckin exciting i almost pissed my pants. 2 fuckin billion out of 10

LOL!!!!

*********

9. an object closest to you: cellphone

That thing ASSHOLES talk into as they drive or walk around feeling important.

*********

10. the last person you talked to: Eskor

1.) A fellow of West African descent.

2.) A Nigerian guy who is white.

3.) to keep one waiting longer than usual when invited to go out.

4.) A very extremely slow moving patient person.

5.) Black but sort of white.

6.) Smokes a lot of herb.

7.) Some good ass piff.

OMG this is a classic!!!!! NYAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA

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11. your nickname: Anju

a funny person, who is sometimes stupid, but can be smart at times. She is affectionate and mean. And she looooves BOYS!

WTF!!!!!!!! O.O

Firstly, I’m funny. Secondly, I can be stupid sometimes. Thirdly, I’m not smart. Fourthly, I don’t know if I’m affectionate, but I’m not mean. Lastly, I’m not a girl and I don’t love boys… except for Nalaka. HAHAHAHA!

Perspectives.

Sometimes, you need to look at the world from a totally different angle.

You never know.

You might find out that some things in your life might actually not be what they seem to be.

Like a lotus of countless petals.

Say not, “I have found the truth,” but rather, “I have found a truth.” Say not, “I have found the path of the soul.” Say rather, “I have met the soul walking upon my path.” For the soul walks upon all paths.  The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.  The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.

~Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet, 1923

**

Sometimes people simply appear out of thin air. It’s so sudden, like a flash of lightning, that it takes you aback, and makes you confused, meddled with a tinge of fear, blinded. Sometimes it’s like a powerful shockwave that sends you flying into the vast dimensions of uncertainty and confusion, wondering what the hell is going on. But sometimes, these people are the ones that actually stay behind. There was a point in your life when you thought that they were simple flashes of lightning that appeared and disappeared simultaneously on that one gloomy cumulonimbus day; or an underground shockwave that sent your feet wriggling for a few minutes and then dissipated like the smell of fart. But then, they eventually remain behind, letting you see some truths hiding beneath your superficial existence: who you really are, what your purpose really is, and where you really belong. And like a lotus of countless petals, their souls unfold, adding a vibrant colour to your life.

Moral Lesson: Don’t be so overambitious with your Chemistry IA.

Keep the topic simple.

Do something doable.

Explaining the hypothesis is difficult enough, even with simple experiments.

Stupid weetodid anomalous graph.

I thought that if there was a twosome, a threesome, a foursome, then there would be a Polysome.

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***

Well there is.

It’s actually a cluster of stupid ribosomes, according to the wikipedia gods.

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA

XD