Countdown lockdown.

He was staring at it for the first time. Had it not been for the cold air-con breeze circulating in his room, the undecipherable words and equations embedded on the yellowing pages of his textbook would have turned into ashes under his scorching gaze. He knew that it was too late. Nevertheless, convinced that it would be better to start late than to not start anything at all – like flipping the white pages of a telephone directory trying for particular phone numbers – he scanned the rest of book, highlighting words here and there and everywhere. He had to believe in the power of highlighting. He had to believe that his expensive, magical yellow pen would photocopy the contents of the textbook and transmit them into his system. He had to believe that he had chosen the right things to keep in mind. Nonetheless, as in a telephone call, he knew that one wrong dial is all that it takes to end up calling the wrong number.

He closed the book. He stared at the window. He stood up, and sat down again. He tapped his fingers on the table, and then skimpily ran them over the surface like wriggly little feet, collecting a minute amount of house dust. He looked at the mirror and checked his hair. He raised his arms, stretching as if he was on a roller coaster ride, submitting himself to the power of the wind. He folded his legs, his arms wrapped around them like a blanket, his unshaved chin resting on his knees, his hands tightly clenched together, forming a protruding ball of yellow-stained fingers. He looked at his feet, dangling at the edges of the chair. And then he closed his eyes, and fell asleep, forgetting everything that he had memorized on that day.

Fifty-eight days. Cinquante-huit jours. Limampu’t walong araw.

Notice how it makes you go “hmmmmmmmmm….”

ANYWAY,

SEE, SEE, SEE!

OMfG!

NOW I HAVE CHEEKS!

Yay!

My daily regimen for gaining weight is finally showing some results.

GG.

OMFGG Exams are over.

Time to continue my GG marathon.

Waiting for my dinner to arrive.

I swear, I’m really, really excited now.

Ok this may sound really nerdy and horrifying to normal human beings who might be reading this, but i’m like an electron excited by this weird wavelength of joy and euphoria and hope – and perhaps a little bit of delusion and disillusionment – but, yeah. As uncertain of its own position and existence, and as repulsive towards its own species, I feel like I’m this electron being excited from some awkward transition between two Day-orbitals (pun intended) which split into two different Day-levels by some wavelength which I have already described in the first few lines of this note. It seems like today and tomorrow were originally intertwined as one, but somehow it was split by a phenomena no one knows or will ever know, and now I’m in this electronic transition from here to there, from mugging to sitting for exams, from Today to Tomorrow. It is a good feeling, knowing that this litany of exams is finally coming to an end. I’m sure that not everyone feels the same way but who cares.

I have gotten the hang of circling around this gargantuan nucleus I call IB for almost a year now. But to be excited a bit further from it is quite cool. Anyway, I don’t know if electrons do feel happy about jumping around from one energy level to another, but from this presumed analogy, I think they do. 

Anyway, dinner’s here and I’m going to stop blabbering now. 

And it’s maths paper 2 tomorrow. Not chemistry. Yeeehaaa

 

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Anyway, here are some random pictures taken at some random morning

 

 

English is the sex.

 

How would you feel if you intend to have a well-deserved afternoon siesta, but you’re disturbed by a bunch of gas-guzzling brontosauruses digging away the land outside your house, turning it into a barren wasteland? How would you feel if there is dust in the air seeping through your nostrils, sticking on your skin, accumulating on your butt crack, and landing on your birthday cake?

 

Argh.

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Anyway, the final English Paper is over! *blows up firecrackers*

I’m happy because number one, I think I generally did well for today’s paper (well the extent of “well” is inversely proportional to the amount of effort put into studying), and number two, it’s the second last paper, and number three, I only have to worry about one more paper.

Do you know that feeling, the one that you feel when you’re almost done with something that you really want to get rid of in your life?

One more paper left. Mathematics HL. It’s going to be the toughest.

 

Ok, umm, basically, your study table should ideally look like this by the time you have finished sitting for your second last paper. Squeaky clean, right?

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Aftershocks.

Hi. I’ve been getting bored updating this blog – perhaps oversimplified wordpress templates can’t really wholly please dirty, perverted, muddled and imaginative human minds for so long. Anyway, these past few weeks have been relatively more stressful than any other week I’ve had so far this year. Firstly, I had to extract the essence of 500 pages of my maths textbook and drink it like chicken essence – you know, when you position your index finger and thumb in the shape of a clothespin, and squeeze the nostrils tight to prevent the olfactory nerves from working along with your taste buds as you swallow liquified cock (male chicken), or hen (female chicken),  - in ten days, in order to do my IB Maths Internal Assessment. Okay, I know typical human beings should not be doing these kinds of things, but I guess being atypical is typical within the IB world. And then secondly, EXAMS. End-of-year exams. The good thing about these examinations, is that they’re not a dreadful as the JCs’ promotional exams (since the shit inside you won’t be scared out of you by the prospect of being retained in JC1) or as hyperventilating and exhilarating as the counterpart IB school’s – you know which school I’m talking about.

Anyway, to summarize my oh-so-enjoyable week:

Sunday – Tuesday: STUDY STUDY STUDY!

Wednesday: English SL paper 1. Wrote two pages of literary crap. I think I did quite well. Essay wasn’t so much well-organized, though.

Thursday: Mathematics HL paper 1. Disaster. A cataclysm of undecipherable questions. As expected.

Friday: Chemistry HL paper in the morning. Chemistry rocks. Economics HL paper in the afternoon. Comme ci comme ça.

More exam papers next week.

Anyway,

there comes a point in time when everything you have written inside an exam hall seems convincingly worthy of getting the allocated marks. And then, at the moment you grab that precious time to meditate about the swift chain of events, where a year’s worth of learning had been mercilessly compressed into a 2-hour 20-page examination paper, you begin to think, “Oh. Damn. Oh well.”

Generally, I think I did way better for Chemistry and Economics than for Mathematics, which is like, umm, expected, since Mathematics was written in Greek. or Latin. Maybe French?? I wasn’t really sure. There is something about this subject which frustrates me so much. No matter how much similar the math questions you practice are with the exam questions themselves, when the paper is set in such a way that the questions are twisted in a slightly different way, your brain refuses to twist along the same degree of insanity. And to think that I practised maths every single day for the past two or three weeks…

Well, perhaps the best possible explanation was that I sat on the tenth chair of the second column from the left. Whatever that signified.