Green and White.

SJI.

SJII.

Four years in two awesome schools.

Sometimes you wonder why time passes by so fast.

Like a fish bone stuck on your throat.

I just had the last Physics lesson yesterday. The last English, Math and French lessons today.

Mrs. Hammond is transferring to Malaysia, and M. Heusdens is going back to Europe.

The last Economics and Chemistry lessons tomorrow.

It’s hard to swallow the fact that everyone is slowing leaving, fading away. That everything is slowly coming to an end.

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.

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

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

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INCENDO 2009

What did I do? I was a facil, and a part-time dancer. LOL

AWESOME week it was.

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Jose’s CNY Party

What did I do? performed with XES, 75% attendance only. LOL

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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

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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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.

GK Proposal.

All you need is to listen to a reliable personal recount.

It simply makes you want to join their noble cause.

It wrenches your heart to know your fellowmen are deeply suffering while you are enjoying your life in Singapore.

And it touches your heart to know that there are people who have gone great lengths and sacrifices in order to help others.

I hope that SOME of my classmates will really take interest in this project, because, in my own opinion, it’s worth going for it.

We need student participation.

But more importantly, most importantly, in a school like mine, we need the interest of the parents. You parents are just so hard to convince that the most of the Philippine Islands are SAFE.

Why don’t you go with us in December and see for yourselves. You can chaperon your little kids (: