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my cheating heart and messed up mind.

So I just came back from my last.ever. SEASAC swimming in Singapore. My head is a mess.

The fact that it’s my last is already a big deal, and I’m surprised I didn’t cry….at least not because it’s my last. And what with the Dec thing… which I actually cried over. 

Last night my head was in a turmoil. I didn’t talk to Schwin at all, but I did, talk to Dec. It seems to be something more than just a SEASAC crush…at least right now. Maybe the haze will wear off in a few days. 

This morning wasn’t that great either. I have way too many trips to go on and it bothers my best friend. I do feel guilty that she covers up our group work for me whenever I’m absent and go on trips. She was mad this morning, but hopefully we’re fine now. I promised to help. And I will. 

I have Spanish IOC right after school today, and I’m hoping that’ll just pass. 

I still can’t get my mind off Dec, but I’m going to try to settle things tonight. I really have no clue what’s going on in his head and I’m worried. I don’t want to hurt another soul, break another heart, and ruin his first for him. My cheating heart and messed up mind alone is enough. 


Good bye, cruel world. 


Image of the day: sexy


Image of the day: summer’s over


3 ways to tell that you’re sleep deprived because of IB

“Apparently sleep is optional for teenagers” said a friend of mine. I agree completely. Apparently sleep is a rare nugget that is difficult to come by for IB students. The following are 3 ways you might identify with because you are a very sleep deprived victim of IB


1. You develop a completely different biological clock for the weekends.

During the weekends, you wake up in the PM because of the hours of sleep IB deprived you of during the week. Then, as a result of waking up so late into the day, your body forces you to stay well awake into the AM. Thus, by the time Monday rolls around, you’re screwed because you end up going to sleep late and waking up early. During the week, you slip back into going to sleep in the early morning, due to your massive amount of homework, and prying yourself from the bed (though we all know your mom does this), and trudging to school. The cycle then repeats throughout each week. You subsequently slip into a vicious circle of sleep debt caused by the IB Monster.


2. You don’t get work done during free periods.

According to my school, free periods are blocks during which students drive themselves academically by doing independent work. This is complete and utter cow cookie. Despite completely floundering in sleep debt and having piling mounds of work, you opt to spend your free periods socializing with your other IB friends (because these are the only friends you’ll have as another tragic result of the IB Monster’s reign of terror), gaming, or perhaps blogging (ahem, ahem). Oh yeah, the hours spent not thinking about, and possibly suppressing your memories, your IA or EE because you’re in denial comes back to bite you in the arse sooner or later.


3. You understand this word completely: caffeine. 

The word caffeine means the world to you. It saves you from going from class to class and being completely dead to the world. Caffeine comes in many forms: tea, soda, and most importantly, coffee. COFFEE. By the time your IB career is over (hahahahaha), you’ll drink twice your weight in coffee.

Coffeemakesyoutalklikethisforafewhoursoncethecaffeinehighstartstokickin                        andeverythignstartsslowingdownormaybeyourethespeed  ingupidkthis  sentencedoesntmakesenseatallandthenafter a few       hours things      start to                                                                  seem   like this       and  before                you             know           it,                                   you                                                     jussst                                            craaaaaassshhh.

Not only does IB “encourage a world perspective, allow you to develop critical thinking skills, and instill a lifelong love for learning”, it apparently also fuels caffeine-addicted IB graduates.  Thank you, IB Monster.





What is normality or abnormality to you? Who gets to define what normality is?

During a (not so) profound discussion during IB Psychology HL, we reached the topic of abnormality versus normality as part of the abnormal psychology coursework. The question posed was: How do you know if someone is insane? A slew of responses followed this generic question:

-they hurt themselves

-they hurt other people

-they commit a crime

-they can’t function properly in society

I guess each one of these statements have a grain of truth in them. Me, being the ever-so eager student of the class, I shot a question right back: Aren’t all these definitions related? They are interlinked because they imply that society gets to dictate normality.

My teacher, flabbergasted for a moment, stuttered out a response. “All right, how else would one define normality, other than using the standards of society?”

After a few dispersed responses, somehow, a concordance was reached: biology should be the answer. Biology should be the definitive standard for deciding whether a person is sane or insane.

Yet, aren’t all the books (including the DSM) structured and written by human beings? Does this not, once again, trace back to society and its dictatorship in defining normality?

None of the young, brilliant minds of IB Psychology HL students noted this fact.

The common perception is that the majority is “normal” and that this “normality” is the standard for sanity versus insanity that applies to everyone else, including the minority. Funny how things work sometimes.




A state of being where one feels no motivation to finish work. That’s how I’ve felt for the past..oh, summer? It’s not an easy feat to “just snap out of it” and get on with life. Anyone who has ever procrastinated before can tell you that. However, it seems like I’m suffering from a severe bout of procrastination-itis. Yes, it is a dilemma, a problem so big I’ve unofficially made it a disease I’ve contracted. How on earth does one go about curing this dang disease?