tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63132424312576110172012-02-17T12:40:27.015+08:00Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313242431257611017.post-42894336191076660532008-11-03T23:28:00.001+08:002008-11-03T23:29:30.821+08:00I really did end up staring into space and doodling obscene little animals on my spare paper during the A Maths exam. There were twelve questions and I only knew how to do about four or five at most. Lots of people could only do six and they said the test was very difficult. I'm so bad at math I can't even tell whether it was easy or hard. I just did what I can, which mostly ended up in me expanding equations that just looked nice but probably don't make any sense. I had forty-five minutes left over when I exhausted what pitiable mathematical ability I had. I had two spare pieces of foolscap left too, and I drew a woofing lion, a segmented worm showing mammalian characteristics, an ugly bunny in a maid outfit, a midget ape and a disproportioned cat. Mr Rainone kept giving me weird looks whenever he passed by my table and I ended up wasting the rest of my time and paper writing <i>The Way We Talk</i> lyrics in eight different colours.<br /><br />Anyway, I had Geography after A Maths and that was my final exam. I'm finally free, but from what exactly, I don't know. So the feeling of freedom hasn't actually sunk in yet. I still have a month of school left, after all, and I guess it'll be lessons as normal.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6313242431257611017-4289433619107666053?l=iftweedrabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313242431257611017.post-53557767162981532702008-11-02T23:31:00.002+08:002008-11-02T23:34:17.878+08:00Gee, Ian, I hope you never forget this conversation. I know I won't!<br /><blockquote><i>"Chief, Franky's ass is expanding!"<br />"His panties sure can stretch."</i></blockquote><br />Plan A (mug hard for A Maths and miraculously do well for tomorrow's exam) seems to be impossible to execute. So I'm going to go with Plan B, which is to just do what I can for the exam. Which isn't much at all, really. I suspect I'm going to spend majority of the alloted two hours just staring into space or doodling obscene little animals on my paper. I'm going to have to work hard next year if I actually want to pass this subject someday, let alone attain a two-digit score. I think my highest score for an A Maths test this year is what, 7?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6313242431257611017-5355776716298153270?l=iftweedrabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313242431257611017.post-19988093171869985652008-10-31T17:54:00.003+08:002008-10-31T18:56:06.647+08:00Me: How long is one round in a game of hockey?<br />Joshua: Each half is thirty-five minutes long.<br />Me: How many halves are there?<br />Joshua: ...<br /><br />Yeah, my math is phenomenally bad, I think. I heard that I passed the E Maths paper, though, and that really surprised me. I doubt I'll be able to pass - let alone comprehend - the A Maths paper on Monday. It's the last exam for most, but I have Geography after it. And after that, I'll be free at last. But I've still been going out with friends regularly.<br /><br />This is probably the most stress-free exam week I've ever experienced. Life has been pretty sweet to me lately.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6313242431257611017-1998809317186998565?l=iftweedrabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6313242431257611017.post-28471752263978756682008-10-30T18:46:00.000+08:002008-10-30T18:46:51.707+08:00It's not the end yet. It's a beginning I won't acknowledge.<br /><br /><b>10 things you wish you could say to ten different people right now:</b><br />- I really did love you. Please don't forget me.<br />- I don't know you anymore. I hate what you've become and you blame me for it. I know I wasn't there when you needed me most, but you never even told me what was happening. You're not even making the effort to change who you are. I want everything to end.<br />- You have always been beautiful to me.<br />- Sometimes I wish you were less of an idiot, but that's all part of your charm.<br />- Why do I try so hard to make sure you have everything I can't? I really am happy for you, though.<br />- I was ready to give up. I was convinced that I'd never meet someone like you, but you came and proved me wrong. I am incredibly happy and thankful that you're in my life. Let me be selfish for once and ask that you please never leave me.<br />- I like what we are right now.<br />- You are the first person I've genuinely believed should burn in hell.<br />- I often wonder what would've happened if, at that time, we really did become more than just friends. We would've been deceiving ourselves and I'm actually a little glad that we drifted apart. But you still hurt me sometimes, as though you're trying to convince yourself that nothing ever happened.<br />- If I had met you earlier, would I be a stronger or weaker person?<br /><br /><b>9 things about yourself:</b><br />- I am completely incapable of lying. I hate feeling guilty after telling lies, so I've learned not to tell them in the first place. My honesty hurts my friends sometimes, though.<br />- My surname is the Tagalog word for knowledge.<br />- I stopped attending church because I wanted to know God in my own way.<br />- I can't sleep well if my dog isn't in the same room.<br />- Once my mind is set on something, absolutely nothing and no one can dissuade me. The only person who can convince me is myself.<br />- I think I was socially inept until recently. I've never been so gregarious before.<br />- I genuinely hated my parents at one point in time.<br />- More than anything else, I hate being selfish.<br />- I'm not photogenic!<br /><br /><b>8 ways to win your heart:</b><br />- Write me lots of notes on post-it's.<br />- Always smile when you greet me.<br />- Banter with me.<br />- Have intelligent conversations with me once in a while.<br />- Make me feel good about myself, but not with excessive or unrealistic praise.<br />- Read the things I write!<br />- Let me take silly pictures of you. I find them cute.<br />- Don't ever lie to me.<br /><br /><b>7 things that cross your mind a lot:</b><br />- I miss so-and-so.<br />- Should I lose weight?<br />- Have I grown taller?<br />- Is my hair growing back?<br />- Where's Cookie?<br />- What's Cookie doing?<br />- Is it shower time yet?<br /><br /><b>6 things you do before you fall asleep:</b><br />- Shower.<br />- Feed Cookie.<br />- Do chores.<br />- Read.<br />- Let Cookie back into my room.<br />- Call a certain someone!<br /><br /><b>5 people who mean a lot:</b><br />- They already know who they are.<br /><br /><b>4 things you're wearing right now:</b><br />- My old Jackson house T-shirt.<br />- Flower-print shorts.<br />- Underwear.<br />- Glasses.<br /><br /><b>3 songs that you listen to often:</b><br />- <i>Hands Down</i> by Dashboard Confessional<br />- <i>Jasey Rae</i> by All Time Low<br />- <i>Baby Come On</i> by +44<br /><br /><b>2 things you want to do before you die:</b><br />- Finish college.<br />- Have kids.<br /><br /><b>1 confession:</b><br />- In the end, I think I'll be alone.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6313242431257611017-2847175226397875668?l=iftweedrabbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0