“You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest that it leaves your arms too full to embrace the present.”
If you’re scared you’ll run short of blood to get an erection, bloody hell screw you, I know you’re just scared of the needle.
Give Blood. Give Life. 20 May. SJI International. 3 pm
As unknowable as the universe.
Apparently nobody passed my Facebook quiz, except for Gerold and Joey. Hahaha
Am I that anti-social? Lol.
XD
Maybe I have an anti-social personality disorder. According to Wikipedia, I must have 3 or more of the following qualities:
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Failure to conform to social norms with respect to lawful behaviors as indicated by repeatedly performing acts that are grounds for arrest;
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Deceitfulness, as indicated by repeatedly lying, use of aliases, or conning others for personal profit or pleasure;
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Impulsivity or failure to plan ahead;
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Irritability and aggressiveness, as indicated by repeated physical fights or assaults;
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Reckless disregard for safety of self or others;
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Consistent irresponsibility, as indicated by repeated failure to sustain consistent work behavior or honor financial obligations;
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Lack of remorse, as indicated by being indifferent to or rationalizing having hurt, mistreated, or stolen from another.
Damn. I exactly know someone who possesses all of them.
And he’s really getting on my nerves.
FIRE.
Your Pokéname is:
Lovee
Profile
You live in the searing volcanoes of Brazil, and your diet consists mostly of rocks, twigs and industrial runoff.
Characteristics
(Combat and Non-combat)
You can breathe hot death. You have propellors. You can shoot broken glass. You can throw kippers. You can breathe iron filings. You have a fear of poison. You have a covered wicker basket. You can throw ice bolts. You can puke acid.
Natural Enemies
Your natural enemy is Drowrino.
LOL.
What’s your Pokéname?
I’m tired of being alone.
It’s not how long we held each other’s hand
What matters is how well we loved each other
It’s not how far we travelled on our way
Of what we found to say
It’s not the spring you see, but all the shades of green
It’s not how long I held you in my arms
What matters is how sweet the years together
It’s not how many summertimes we had to give to fall
The early morning smiles we tearfully recall
What matters most is that we loved at all.
We all belong to at least one subset.
I don’t know if it’s really natural that way – that we have to create subsets and promote the mathematics of human societies – inclusion, exclusion, and an interesting mixture of both in between.
I think I’ve just ignored my 100th Facebook friend request.
I don’t intend to set a world record for having the most Facebook friends.
You need to rest for a while and let the others do some serious, sensible talking.
We have two ears and one mouth so that we can listen twice as much as we speak.
~Epictetus
One degree of separation.
I have been contemplating on the idea of… accepting my close friend’s mum’s facebook invitation.
My initial reaction: o.O
Haha. She’s like a family friend, so yeah, I wouldn’t want her to be gossiping about my facebook activities to my parents.
Maybe I shouldn’t accept the invitation. I’ve already ignored hundreds of facebook invitations anyway. Yes, I’m EVIL.
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Anyway, it’s funny how small the world is.
Today was the Assisi Hospice Charity Fun Day, and guess what. I just met a gazillion faces who all looked familiar in one way or another, like I’ve seen them before, I just couldn’t remember where or when or how or on what occasion – they all just looked so damn familiar.
And it’s funny how you can’t seem to find those people whom you know more than your chemistry textbook and those people whom you would want to know more about, since you find them more interesting than gossiping about students and writing ToK essays and doing Physics homework.
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Sometimes you do get the most unexpected and random questions at the most unusual times of the day.
Ricky asked me, “So where do you intend to go after this?”
“House?” I replied.
He was referring to my impending post-IB life.
I started blabbering about me not minding spending another 4-8 years in Singapore studying in a university… but not interested in settling down in this little island… talking about applying for a PR status (but of course I would never do so)… etc. etc.
But I still don’t know where I’m actually going.
Maybe I’ll end up studying in DLSU.
Who knows.
Or maybe I’ll end up staying here because of …
NEVER MIND (:
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Happy Labor Day.
Wednesday is Acer Crystal Eye Webcamwhoring day.
tutor group:
ASc is the best!!!
english standard level.
No photo. But Ernest was playing with his condom the whole time.
economics higher level.
No photo. Had a short test on BoP.
higher level chemistry:
We are free radicals. So free it makes us so radical.
french ab initio
You can consider this as a higher level subject too. In fact, it’s a [HIGHER]^2 subject.
How ironic that the background is all in spanish.
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.
