Au revoir, sucker.
I don’t like reading your blog. You know why? I don’t know. Haha.
ANYWAY!
This diagram was painstakingly ripped from my Economics Extended Essay. Cool right! I changed the colours so it would look horrendously gay here. Guess what. This was the only part of my essay where my supervisor wrote down V.G. You know what V.G. means?
LOL. He was so impressed by it the rest of my essay looked like undigested matter.
If you are smart enough, you would have actually taken the time to read the EE guidelines, and you would have realized by then that you only need 40 hours worth of work (that means research + meetings with your supervisor + write-up + changes to whatever crap you’ve written) to finish up this retarded but fun, exhilarating, excruciating, and exciting 4000-word assignment.
Well, I was smart enough to refer to the guidelines before, during, and after doing this task but I’m not smart enough to finish it in 40 hours’ time. Even the god of IB, Quang, needs more than 40 hours to do everything.
Upon finishing my 30th draft (I counted the number of different versions of my EE saved in my computer) I have finally come to the conclusion that this draft is finally THE DRAFT that I was looking for. But then again, nothing is perfect; a three thousand nine hundred thirty-five essay may contain a gazillion number of stupefyingly stupendous errors in it, but who cares.
I’m satisfied.
23 pages of blood, sweat, tears, and printer ink.
Doing this EE, I must say, has been an eye-opener for me. I never realized how a simple thing that we constantly encounter in life can contain so much that 4000 words is not even enough to fully grasp its quintessence. Know what it is?
Chicken.
I’m doing an EE on chickens.
How cool is that.
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Say
bye bye
to your
Extended Essays!
Bye bye (:
Seriously.
Seriously.
This world is jobless.
WTH. Hahahaha
At least she’s making an effort to start all over again. 
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Anyway! She said, “Well done for ENGLISH!”
She didn’t say “Well done for IOC”
She said “Well done for ENGLISH”
I don’t know what that really meant.
It could be either I did well overall (World Lit + IOP + IOC)
or I did badly for IOC but my World Lit and IOP are good, so I’ve generally done a good job
or I did badly for IOP but my World Lit and IOC are good, so I’ve generally done a good job
or I did badly for World Lit but my IOC and IOP are good, so I’ve generally done a good job.
WHATEVER.
OH wells.
See? I don’t listen to Lil Wayne. Maybe you should stop listening to his songs.
Numbers indicate average SAT scores.
The lower the score, the dumber you are of course, DUH.
Now you roughly have an idea about the relationship between your music choice and your… umm… intelligence.
Maybe it’s high time that all of us should start grabbing Beethoven CDs.
Like a flightless leaf.
The sun is shining.
Bright, sunny, radiant.
The roots are sheltered,
the trunk unabated,
the branches secured,
the tree standing strong.
This colony seems unfluctuating.
But I seem to be undulating.
So I hold on, and I keep holding on.
But eventually this junction will break
with the culmination of time.
And the crazy wind will carry me through a sea of air,
soberly spinning away,
falling,
falling,
falling,
falling,
Feeling like a flightless leaf,
falling down into the floor.
Unnoticeably,
the green will turn into yellow,
the yellow into brown,
and the day into night.
And I will feel the sands of time rising above me.
And everything else will stay the same.
It’s like we’re picking up trash in dresses.
[Intro] E G#m7 F#m7 A B [Verse] E You’ve got the best of both worlds G#m7 F#m7 You’re the kind of girl who can take down a man A B And lift him back up again E G#m7 You are strong, but you’re needy, humble but you’re greedy F#m7 A B And based on your body language and shouted cursive I’ve been reading E G#m7 Your style is quite selective, but your mind is rather reckless F#m7 A B Well, I guess it just suggests that this is just what happiness is. [Pre-Chorus] A B Hey, what a beautiful mess this is. A B It’s like picking up trash in dresses [Chorus] E G#m7 Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write F#m7 A B Kind of turn themselves into knives E G#m7 And don't mind my nerve you can call it fiction F#m7 A B F#7 ‘Cause I like being submerged in your contradictions dear A F#7 A E* ‘Cause here we are, here we are [Interlude] E* G#m7 F#m7 A B [Verse] E G#m7 Although you were biased I love your advice F#m7 A B Your comebacks they’re quick and probably have to do with your insecurities E G#m7 There’s no shame in being crazy, depending on how you take these F#m7 A B Words that paraphrasing this relationship we’re staging [Pre-Chorus] A B And it’s a beautiful mess, yes it is A B It’s like, we are picking up trash in dresses [Chorus] E G#m7 Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say F#m7 A B Kind of turn themselves into blades E G#m7 And the kind and courteous is a life I’ve heard F#m7 A B But it’s nice to say that we played in the dirt F#7 A F#7 A Cause here, here we are, Here we are [Verse] E G#m7 F#m7 A B Here we are, here we are, here we are, here we are E G#m7 F#m7 A B Here we are, here we are, here we are, we’re still here [Pre-Chorus] A B And what a beautiful mess this is A B It’s like taking a guess when the only answer is yes [Chorus] E G#m7 And through timeless words in priceless pictures F#m7 A B We’ll fly like birds not of this earth E G#m7 And tides they turn and hearts disfigure F#m7 A B But that’s no concern when we’re wounded together E G#m7 And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts F#m7 A B But it’s nice today, oh the wait was so worth it [Outro] E G#m7 F#m7 A B
From me to you.
YES,
YOU SHOULD BE. YOU REALLY SHOULD BE.
Anyway, another topic.
I think I’ve already posted this in my old blog before, but I shall put it here once more, because I love this quote. haha
“That is why it is important to let certain things go. To release them. To cut loose. People need to understand that no one is playing with marked cards; sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Don’t expect to get anything back, don’t expect recognition for your efforts, don’t expect your genius to be discovered or your love to be understood. Complete the circle. Not out of pride, inability or ignorance, but simply because whatever it is no longer fits in your life. Close the door, get rid of the dust. Stop being who you were and become who you are.”
-from The Zahir, Paulo Coelho
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
Here’s how I spent my Good Friday:
8am – 4pm: SCHOOL – did my ToK Presentation. Wasted an hour at the bus stop opposite SJII with ernest and jing xi, waiting for the rain to stop after coming from Novena for lunch. DAMN! We could’ve taken a cab. ERNEST!!! >.<. lol, actually, if i didn’t buy that almond drink we wouldn’t have gotten caught in the rain. XD
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4pm – 10:30pm: Met my host family, went to SICC Bukit
My host family is awesome awesome awesome!
Met another family, they’re awesome too! And Denise from ACS Int’l, she’s very nice and friendly! Gonna get Macbeth notes from her soon, yay!
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10:30pm – 12:30am – Clarke Quay with Amanda, Danusha, and Tanya. LOVELY CUBAN MUSIC, I TELL YOU. Oh, and that flaming alcoholic drink thingy, whatever you call it, it was quite nice. My plastic straw caught fire and melted though. So I kind of…. drank plastic as well? MWAHAHAHAHA. Tried my best to act as a chaperone but it seems that I failed. At least we all got back home safely. (:
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Don’t tell my parents.
In solitude, where we are least alone.
~George Gordon, Lord Byron, Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage
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I guess in today’s society solitariness and loneliness are used interchangeably, although I would strongly disprove that. But that’s not the point why I’m writing this.
I sometimes wonder why some people can’t stand being alone. To those people, most of them, when they see that someone is alone, he or she is emoing; or contemplating on which suicide method is the most gracious and dramatic and least painful; or is a loser because he or she has no friends, or worse, cliques in school. Oh well, whatever. Most of the time I’m surrounded by people because I’m spastic and noisy and flirtatious (according to some, but I wholly disagree), but yeah.
I guess some people are simply born with the need for a regular dose of a personal touch, for an occasional feel of a caring hand, for a warm embracing company to battle the cold sleepless nights, or for just another lively spirit to feed the hungry soul. True, some people cannot live without friends. To them, they are their world, their inspiration, their daily source of energy that they draw from to keep them alive and kicking at day, and their crazy source of imagination for their wildest, wackiest and most unrealistic and unimaginable dreams at night. Sometimes, friends may be the most influential people you know or will ever have known, taking control over your life. It is as if you are only a fragment of your own existence, a living body stripped of the capability to decide for yourself. And your friends, your friends, take over you and control you like a puppet, swaying you in the direction they wish you to go.
I sometimes ponder and wonder why I don’t feel that way. I don’t know, but I just can’t seem to be so closely attached to anyone that I would be ready to sacrifice, maybe not everything, but a lot of things for another person. I can’t imagine myself giving up my every other night to spend talking to another person about his or her problems over the phone; much worse, talking personally. Or even as simple as giving a nice decent birthday present. I can’t seem to be able to give such good advices to other people. I am the most unfit and unqualified person for the job of a counselor. I suck, I’m really bad at it. But don’t get me wrong. I value friendships, and I love my friends, but it just seems that the amount of love and dedication I give does not seem to match the amount other people give to me or to their other friends. Maybe it’s just the way I am. Maybe I’m just plain weird, and that’s all there is to it. Although I don’t know if this kind of life I’m living is perhaps encapsulated and motivated by ridiculous self-centeredness or sheer introversion. But to me, regardless of my aforementioned personal characteristics, life should never be mostly about the friends that revolve around you. Life should be mostly about you and your own self. Because in the end, whether you like it or not, reality bites; they will all leave you, you will all leave them, and the only one that will have remained with you is no one but yourself. At your very last breath, you will be holding on to no other life but your own.
However, for believers like me, God must be the centre of our lives. I know. It’s difficult to do. Difficult is actually an understatement. It’s almost impossible to do so. I’m having a hard time, really hard time. But I’m trying.
To the friends who really know me, thank you for understanding, that I can’t be your best friend forever (BFF), because I know I can’t, and I choose not to. I believe that we shouldn’t bring man-made hierarchies in friendships. There may be friends that I spend more time with, tell more things or share more experiences with, but that doesn’t mean that they are a notch or two above the rest of my friends.
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Don’t let them drive you, nor you drive them into some place they shouldn’t be; be a guide to one another. Don’t take over each other’s lives. Because each of us exists as little separate chunks in this big sphere we call life. Firstly, your world should consist of YOU, followed by everything else.
Friends should not exist in you. They should exist for you, and you for them.
Value friendships. Value friends. But most importantly, value your own self.
So that in case they all leave you, you will still have yourself to turn to, and you won’t feel weak and vulnerable on your own.
Because in solitude, we are least alone.
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Feel free to challenge my viewpoints. (:
For everything else, there’s mastercard.
Gawad Kalinga was AWESOME.
Oh did I write it with a full stop? Wait, that’s wrong.
Gawad Kalinga was AWESOME!!!
Alright!
If there is one prominent change that occurred during this 6-day trip, it would be reflected on my skin complexion. HAHAHAHAHAHA you might want to observe, as you skim through the photos, how my skin transformed from light brown, to golden brown, and finally to nalaka skin. Good thing it’s going back to normal now. XD
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First day!
Arrival, Lunch at Chicken House, Negros Showroom, tour around Bacolod, met the awesome kids at GK ERH Village!
Second day!
First day of manual labour; made our own cement mixture, divided ourselves and plastered the hollow block walls with cement in two different houses. FUN!!
Third Day!
I guess we did a really horrible job at plastering the walls with cement, so they made us dig the ground and collect soil to level part of the land some 100 meters away. damn. Tiring, but AWESOME FUN! Plus, dinner at some awesome restaurant courtesy of Ricky’s relatives who came all the way from Iloilo. I LOVE FILIPINO FOOD.
Fourth Day!
More digging, and PAINTING! Painted two houses, one with blue, and the other one with yellow. More digging and carrying soil. haha. FUN!
Fifth Day!
Tour around Bacolod! Went to a farm, to an ancestral house that was transformed into a museum, etc etc. Singapore Night in the evening! BALUT EATING CHALLENGE!! MWAHAHAHAHA.. Jamming sessions till 3am in the morning! AMAAAAYYYZENG
Sixth Day!
BYE BYE BACOLOD, PHILIPPINES! ):
AWESOME EXPERIENCE MAN.
All of us really had an amazing time, and are looking forward to come back. To those who did not go for some reason, and are still interested, there’s always next year (:
Now I can say that
I am a GK Advocate!
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I WONDER WHY I KEEP MAKING THE SAME MISTAKE OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
for nothing. myself.
Three things.
Nalaka is so cool. He is now my IB Guru.
To be an IB Guru, you really need to have a good sense of what IB does to you.
I think my Guru has turned into an insane being, but he still does make a lot of sense after all.
According to my Guru, there are three key things in your life:
SLEEP, SOCIAL LIFE, and GRADES.
But in IB, you can only have two out of three things.
To put it more simply,
if IB were to be a container, it means that it can only hold two out of three things inside.
You can choose to have:
a. good sleep and good grades but NO social life
b. good social life and good grades but NO sleep
(most people choose to do this. don’t you think so? LOL.)
c. good sleep and good social life but NO grades
hahaha
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more Guru insights soon. (:
I was supposed to post this last week, but OH WELL! Who cares?! :D
I stole hundreds of pacepook (as Joey calls it) photos from Gabriel and Jose.
MWAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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INCENDO TRAINING DAY @ Mr. Wong’s House
What did I do? Fun Fun Sexy Fun.
Meeting Training Barbecue Ice Cream Pizza Food Dance dance revolution Dishwashing Jokes Being spastic Camwhoring
INCENDO 2009
What did I do? I was a facil, and a part-time dancer. LOL
AWESOME week it was.
Jose’s CNY Party
What did I do? performed with XES, 75% attendance only. LOL
SJII CULTURAL CARNIVAL 2009
What did I do? I sang a Pinoy kundiman song.
Weijie played the guitar, Sandra pretended she was my girlfriend’s mum, and Sunshine pretended that she was my girlfriend, and took a shot at singing a pinoy song with me! Awesome right. Oh, guess what. I’m the only Pinoy among us. Haha
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I actually uploaded so much more!
I feel like an accomplished thief. HAHA. If one can do this in an online game, I would’ve already leveled myself up a hundred times.
GAWAD KALINGA in a few hours!
In conclusion: even more photos when I get back!
Shall be away from here for a week.
See ya soon.
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by the way, gawad kalinga was awesome.
Shall blog about it when all photos are uploaded.
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As I was walking up the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there.
He wasn’t there again today.
I wish, I wish he’d go away.
~Hugh Mearns
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.
