I <3 my bike.
SIX brave young men, SIX bicycles, SEVENTY-EIGHT THOUSAND AND SEVEN HUNDRED EIGHTY metres (78.78 kilometres), in EIGHT hours and FORTY-EIGHT minutes.
ONE minor injury, NO casualty, and NO damaged bikes
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There is no good thing about me being the most indecisive human being that ever walked on Earth.
But the good thing is, whenever I submit myself to peer pressure, I always end up having a good time. HAHAHA
So! What happened was that Nalaka, Niko, Savy, Weijie, Yin To, and I went cycling around Singapore.
We just finished our mock exams last week and this week is a holiday so we decided to.. you know.. release all the stress we’ve accumulated over the two-week exam period.
We, like, literally, cycled around the whole island:
We started off at ECP. Rented six bikes for $12 for the whole, with no overnight charge! How cool is that?
Anyway, here’s a chronological order of our journey in the form of photographs:
Trust me, cycling for 78.78km in not-so-good bicycles with not-so-good bicycle seats is not a good idea if you’re not willing to bear the excruciating pain on your ass, balls (for guys), legs, knees, and back. And cycling using the the most difficult gear was a bit of an… unplanned and unwanted suicide attempt. Like teenage pregnancy. My leg muscles were crying with so much lactic acid, so much that I felt my leg muscles were being dissolved into fragments of organic molecules.
Jurong Point, gas stations, convenience stores, MRT Stations, and other sources of heavenly toilet urinals and refreshments were green-less oases erected across the unforgiving cemented desert. We had to stop here and there to take a leak or to refuel ourselves. Our frequent stopovers made me come into a realization that our bicycles were amazingly strong and sturdy and amazingly difficult to ride on (no pun intended).. and our bodies, although as agile as the wind, are as fragile as toilet paper.
It was also a good moment to explore Singapore. I mean, I’ve been around Singapore for the past four years, but I was always travelling behind the smudged windows of the bus or the MRT, sitting down on a more-or-less more comfortable seat, listening to my MP3 player. but this time it was different. No smudged windows; just my spectacles smudged by condensing water vapour. No aircon; just the cool breeze of wind coming from the miniature Singapore rainforests. No comfy seats; just that small piece of rubber seat squeezing my balls who are carrying the brunt of my weight. And no MP3 music; just the noise of people, cars, buses, trains, trucks, traffic signals, birds, dogs, rain, the sound dissipated by the breaks, the rustling of leaves, the splashing of water, the trickling of rain, the breaking of twigs lying on the ground, the heavy breathing, and many other random things.
There were exhilarating moments, such as the downhill slopes along Mandai Avenue. It was like an amazing roller coaster ride, the only difference being the leaves and twigs and soft tree branches hitting your face, splashing cool mountain (or hill) dew on my face as I passed by them, and since I was excruciatingly tired and exhausted and perspiring excessively – but still gasping for a little bit of cooling, hydrating water on my skin – the violent whips of green flora became so refreshing to the point that it felt orgasmic, giving me an unimaginable tingling sensation rushing throughout my whole body. There were also times where we felt like lying down in the middle of the road, where we felt like we died as we cycled against gravity (especially along Mandai Road), but we kept on cycling and cycling and cycling.. and well… guess what? we eventually spanned 78.78 kilometres of Singapore soil (mostly cement). Actually, it kinda reminded me of Forrest Gump!
“Run, Forrest, Run!!!”
This was like…
“Cycle, Rowland, Cycle!!!”
And trust me too, it was (AWESOME FUN)^infinity.
And a very important moral lesson: Do not wear boxers when cycling.
Another Michael Bay movie.
I don’t know what to say.
After sitting in that cinema seat watching this blockbuster movie for 2.5 hours, I was left wondering to myself as to whether I enjoyed the movie or not.
The fanboy inside me was so thrilled for the whole 150 minutes of non-stop robotic warfare on land, in a forest, on air, in Shanghai, in Paris, on a hot desert, on top of one of the Great Pyramids of Egypt, on the ocean floor, and on the sea. It was a dangerous adventure around the world with the Autobots and Decepticons as tour guides. Wonderful backdrops of Mother Nature’s creations and man-made construction marvels getting destroyed was the underlying ethical dilemma of this film as the avid moviegoer witnesses both robotic races trying to kill off each other on an alien planetary rock floating in space called Earth. But sad to say, like any other typical Blockbuster film usually released at this time of the year (with the notable exception of Nolan’s The Dark Knight last year), this movie was mindless, noisy, overwhelming, and of course, excruciatingly long. Wait. Batman was quite a drag too. But who cares it was a genius film.
There were too many loopholes in the film that I found myself frequently tripping over them and knocking my head over the seat in front me, but the mindless script kinda balanced it out for me since it was not necessary for any movie fanatic to render 100% of his or her intelligence to fully understand what the hell was going on. The plot, although conveniently straightfoward, was as shallow as a kiddie pool, as empty as my fridge at home, and as dry as the Sahara Desert. But of course the awesome firepower and action was the wonderful oasis where I took refuge from all Michael Bay’s nonsense.
Oh, and before I forget, there was a Megan Fox who made me realize that I really love women with pouty lips (Angelina Jolie and Eunchae of I’m Sorry, I Love You, anyone?), and who nearly made me jizz in my pants. Don’t you just love the fact that Michael Bay’s cameras are always at the right angles whenever she’s running around scared or doing her motorbike design or just simply lying down with Sam Witwicky watching the Egyptian stars in the sky?
If I had a choice to choose to be any character in the movie, I would choose to be Mikaela Banes because I would get to run holding hands with hot Sam Witwicky around the world, fight the Decepticons alongside the Autobots and save the planet Earth from the brink of destruction – still jaw-droppingly beautiful with a little bit of dirt here and there, and without injuries. No fucking injuries people! Who wants to get the Sam Witwicky broken arm and those Sam Witwicky burns?!? Nobody.
(EDIT: Apparently I mistook his hand for his arm, I’m really sorry about that, I mean, who pays attention to a bandaged hand when Megan Fox is simultaneously running around while the film is rolling? And I read from an article that Shia suffered a helluva gazillion injuries while filming Fallen. Like seriously, jeez, all for the sake of an imaginary robotic warfare? And he got his hand injury from a car crash incident on some American road, so his “broken hand” had to be intoduced to Fallen’s script. Poor guy.)
Well I think Megan has yet to prove her versatility as an actress. The world has already seen her as a perfect marketing strategy for selling a movie about alien robots, but we are still yet to see her act for real. Well, she has a lot more room to grow. Go Megan! I’ll just be here waiting for your next big break 
And poor Bumblebee’s got less character development in this film. In fact, all characters have been disappointingly shallower this time around. There is a lack of personal touch (party because there were more robots, machines and explosives than human beings) in this film, which made it feel somewhat detached from very emotional and psychological beings like me.
With countless rumours going around that this movie’s budget stretches at $300 million, I hope that Michael Bay’s Total Revenue will exceed his Total Cost. Well, it’s pretty certain that it will. Although the movie was exhausting from the beginning all the way to the credits, it is undeniably better than its predecessor.
I still don’t know what to say.
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.
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.
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!
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
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.
It’s not an SLR, it’s a freaking dilapidated 2-mp phone, but it makes pretty good memories.
Amanda’s pancakes. Seemingly disgusting on the outside, but delicious inside. (:
<3 danusha.
Made in Malaysia.
Made in Indonesia.
Guess who!!
Basket boobies.
Basket ninja/geisha. LOL! Depends on your perception. hahaha
Ultramegasuperultimate basket eyes.
Basket gas mask. XD
Baby basket helmet. nyahahahahaha 
Love this shot. <3
I don’t even think he knows that I took this shot. mwahahahahahahaha
Lord Jesus, I pray that my girlfriend calls me now.
What is my name? What.
What? o.O
CJC: Carl’s Jr. College.
ACJC: Another Carl’s Jr. College.
SJII: Sexy Jr. Institution International. 
She’s going to kill me for putting this up. XD
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhh!!!
Haha he has no idea I took this photo. XD
Rising and shining at Ian’s room. lol
The ghost that sits beside me every English lesson.
Those netball girls leave their stuff anywhere.
first floor lockers. I need to change my locker asap ‘coz the school’s making a gargantuan fuss about ‘big’ lockers. WTH?
After a rainy day. (:
ME.
This is where I always go whenever I feel that the whole world’s just crashing down on me.
I once cried here.
My sexiest chemistry experiment to date.
I’ve realized that I only have a few more months with this retarded bunch of people.
Waiting for the morning carriage. Oh man. I wish this would never end.
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Who?
I just realized that more things I say about myself to other people, the more I realize that I actually don’t know who I really am.
My Sun.
Sun, shine.
Fill up the dark empty spaces in the sky,
Cast your warmth upon me,
Dry up my tears.
Let me bloom in the field,
Let me rise up from the ground.
Let my leaves outstretch,
Let my petals suffuse.
Let me grow.
Let my roots sink in deeper,
So I may never leave this moment behind.
Your rays, entangle them all over me
So that I may never falter again.
Though give no more than I need,
For the colors may fade,
And the leaves may yellow.
Shine not, and I will wane.
Shine too much, and I will wither.
But never leave the sky.
Shine like an undying lamp
Sun, shine,
forever.
Two in one sexy fun
Hmmmm.. oh well. Since I can’t seem to be able to create two different photo galleries in one blog entry, I decided to just simply merge together
PINOY GAMES 2009
and
JOSE’S SEXY CNY PARTAAYE!!
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!
Testing, testing my new internet connection.
Today is the perfect day to celebrate!
Number one, my internet connection is back! Now, I don’t need to go to my aunt’s house and be a leech and suck all the internet connection to myself.
Number two, I’m going to start on my holidays assignments soon! There’s nothing much more fun than doing school work during the holidays! Wow! Wow! Wow! OMG this is so fun! WOWOWOWOWOWOWOW!
Number three!
I get to thank my two sexy friends, Tsao Hui and Joey, for spending my last afternoon this year in Singapore watching Four Christmases, grabbing a lunch at Carl’s Jr., and spending some MOOOOOOments at Ben & Jerry’s! And of course, going with me to Holy Family Church even though the two of them aren’t sexy Catholics like me.
And of course! How can I forget!
SAVY, NALAKA, JOHN, QUANG, and JOEY again
for sending me off at the airport!
And to the people who endured my boringness over the phone… KENNETH, YZA, DANUSHA, WEIJIE, NICOLETTE, JOEY, QUANG, SAVY, ETC ETC! Thanks a million (:
Wrapping up november.
I finally spilled it.
Hopefully no one else will find out the mess I’ve made myself.
Because it is not, and it will never be.
But… even if it is, which sane person would want to continue feeling this retarded feeling?
Anyway, I’m not emo. I’m just reflecting on something. Screw it! argh!
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But don’t get me wrong!
I’m not sad. Because this month has just been awesome for me.
Sound of Music. XES. Group 4 Project. French Idol. IB assessments. Awarding. And everything else. There was so much to sacrifice on my part, but in return, God has returned all the blood and sweat with countless blessings.
There’s too many people to thank, that I couldn’t mention anyone because I am afraid of leaving out people. So I’m not going to mention any person!!! OK!!! HAHA
Unfortunately, I am too lazy to reflect on the things that happened this month. But no one should complain because anyone who knows that I exist in school should know that I have been totally drained out from all the activities which I never foresaw clashing together all in the same week. Haha ok that sounded really mean. But they’re all in my head. Memories that will linger for many many years, unnecessary to be written down in words because at the first place, words themselves are unable to express the profound sense of gratitude welling up deep inside me. To all the compliments and commendations I’ve received, I really cherish every single one of them. Thank you, thank you, thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
To my friends, you have been really awesome. You have always made my day. You invisibly pull the ends of my mouth and make me smile. In the classrooms, in the corridors, in the clean toilets, dirty toilets, in the microscopic canteen, up the slope, down the slope, in the grade 11-12 centre which we are going to miss forever. Your jovial disposition makes me spastic. Your words of encouragement are like energy boosters. Your words of advice should be published as books and sold to problematic people like me, because I think they’re way better than those self-help books you normally find in boring bookshops. Your jokes tickle my every nerve in my body. Your camwhorings are addictive. Your tears are like daggers that pierce through my heart. Your friendship warms the soul. I love every single moment with you guys. And yeah, the holidays are here. It’s been a year, and that painfully reminds us that we have only a year left together. It’s dumbfounding to know how fast the earth revolves around the sun when you’re with the awesomest people in the world. I wish time was slower. We could all migrate to Pluto and spice up that uninhabitable, cold, barren pebble in outer space. I’m going to miss you all for one month.
And to my friends and family in the Philippines, I’m coming home. And I can’t wait to see you again.
Stole some photos on facebook… et voila.
All my friends.
I don’t know.
There was something about that instant when I looked into your eyes.
It was something that I have never felt before or maybe something that I have realized only at that moment in time. I know there are so many things that I have to figure out, because I have never really thought about befriending you at the first place. You exude this aura that makes me feel so comfortable with the world around me. You may not know this, but I really want to be very good friends with you.
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Despite the fact that I am already reaching the peak of my physical maturity, I can still vividly remember the friendships that I have made, lost, and repaired for the past eighteen years. It may be difficult for you to believe me, but I actually have fragments of memories deeply engraved in my mind of my first ‘yaya’ when I was still around one or two or three years old. I would consider her as my first ever friend. She would drown me in powder and cologne and tour me outside the house, and I would always be the nicest-smelling baby throughout the whole stretch of the neighbourhood. When she decided to get married, she decided to leave us to settle with her husband and start her own family. I was still so young then, so the feeling of sadness felt by my dad and mum was something that never reverberated within me for the next sixteen years. Earlier this year, I met her again when I came back to the Philippines for my holidays. She looked so much older than what I expected her to be. She cried upon the sight of my face. She walked towards me, but in a slightly different fashion, somewhat limping – only to find out that she has been suffering from a foot disease that she acquired a few years after getting married. I cried my tears inside.
I learned the value of friendship way back when I was in kindergarten. I have found very loyal friends that helped me throughout my first ever year in school. I had three best friends. One was a kid, whose name I have forgotten. His parents were separated. I don’t know if they still are. The other two were twins by the name of Harold and Harvey. They were really good old pals, but when my family had to move to another city, I never got the chance to meet them again.
With the help of the internet, I have still managed to keep in touch my old elementary and high school friends. Some friendships have remained strong; others have faded away, while others are still waiting to be rekindled.
In my new school, I have met a whole bunch of new people. For me, everyone in my batch is my friend, but no matter how much I would like to try to deny, it is an indubitable fact that I value some of my friends more than others. It’s more difficult to weigh people in terms of importance rather than body mass, that I am aware of. It’s painful to classify who’s who in my life and who’s not. But that’s the painful reality of life. We tend to be selective of anything, everything – religion, political ideologies, choice of music, food, friends. It has been an uphill task to immerse myself with everyone, because it’s just not simple to do so. Everyone knows this. And everyone should understand why cliques exist. even in the smallest groups of people. Well, in the study of Mathematics, we try to expand and modify our axioms so as to accommodate a wider scope of mathematical knowledge, which enables us to be at our closest distance from absolute truth. If friendships were as easy to modify as maths, then our new Obamamaniac world would be a way way way better place to live. But sadly, it isn’t.
Well, life’s vicissitudes are difficult to overcome. Inevitably, each one of us has to leave and venture on our own different paths. Some of us might totally forget about a friend or a two, and that is normal, for each passing day our memories and senses are washed away with the sands of time. We might not exactly remember all the good times that we used to cherish in our day-to-day lives. Our current best friends might eventually turn out to be our enemies. Or it might be the other way around. Our paths might intertwine once more. Or even more than ‘once more’. Like a rare comet, we might only see each other once in our human lifetime. Like words overleaf in a yellowing book, we might be placed opposite each other but never realize the other person’s existence. Some of us might get to know each other today, and be satiated with the fact that one knows the other, but tomorrow may immediately mark the end of that short-lived acquaintance. While some of us – most of the time with the person that we never expect – might hold on to each other’s company till the last breath.
Nevertheless, for me, I am still here, alive and kicking and even blogging amidst the unrelenting storms in this oceanic life of mine because I have friends, regardless of those who have been always there in times when I need them most, or those who have come and gone like the wind coming from the air-conditioner that has just passed my temples while I am typing this. I’ve been cruising through life, unfazed of the possibility of capsizing, because even if do capsize, I know that there is always someone out there to lend a helping hand. And in turn, when someone’s drowning in that barren ocean out there, I’m ready to offer my salbabida and my ship. Like what they say, there are big ships and small ships, but the best ship of all is friendship.
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And I remember.
You were there, and you were everything I have never seen before.
And I long to be your companion, your comrade, your friend.
Oh pardon me, it’s a Sunday on a holiday and my brain is not working properly.
Once upon time in facebookland, I catch Village Woman performing sacred village ritual. She come around sing ritual song. She brandishing and stroking rattan stick on top of green ritual table, hitting offertory balls incredible precision accuracy with “piak! piak!” sound – unparalleled masterstroke, feat beyond imagination of human… shooting into ritual pits like size of Jose mouth (facebook profile must see), tunnel through wood my nature friends call mahogany very thick sacred, leading to offertory reservoir, where they be ready collection to make happy the angry gods.
For the benefit of your eyesight,
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Holiday. Any sort of holiday at any time of the year. The longer it takes, the more boring it gets. The more repetitive and unalluring life becomes. The more reason for me to go back to school. Insurmountably though, that as another school term commences and progresses, the feeling of wanting the next holiday to arrive builds up. Every school day becomes a day of wishing and longing for every school day to just be a holiday instead.
Why am I so hard to please.
And yeah, Jose, I was just kidding.
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.
Joyeaux anniversaire.
I am very much aware of the fact that this post is outrageously late, but never mind.
Eighteen years ago, I was a fully-developed foetus who got fed up of having to be fed through a cord that looked like a telephone, a tapeworm, or an epidydimis, I don’t know, and who got tired of having to live for nine months upside down. Imagine being upside down for nine months! Duh. Many thanks to the amniotic fluid which provided me with that buoyant feel inside an aquarium-like environment at the course of my embryonic and foetal stages of life. And yes! I’m eighteen now. Gosh, I can’t believe I’m nearing the point of “maturity,” or so they say. Now, I’m not so much ashamed of myself, as a teenager incarcerated inside this very awkward adolescent physical framework that resembles, in a little odd fashion, a rattan vase. And I could vividly remember the shock of my life when I got my first few auxiliary hairs on some parts of my body – I thought I was turning into a monkey, and I panicked. But now, having hair looks okay because all eighteen year-olds – boys and girls – have hair in their faces and armpits and legs and arms and chest and genitals and other parts only you yourself know where.
Anyway, I just want to greet myself a very happy happy eighteenth birthday! Finally, I am now of legal age to:
VOTE in the Philippines
DRINK alcohol
GET MARRIED
HAVE SEX (thanks for the gift, hahaha)
DRIVE A CAR
GET JAILED
and
BOOK HOTELS ONLINE!
And don’t worry mum and dad, I’m a good boy and I will not do any crazy stuff that an eighteen year-old is very much eligible to do.
And thank you for all my friends who remembered my birthday – through your memory, your diary, your planner, or most probably through your facebook and friendster notification – I truly appreciate it!
rowlandanthony
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