MY PRODUCTIVE DAY AT ADB LIBRARY (part 2)

"Big Brother"
Bo-Won Keum. Blue in on Math Notebook, September 2007.

MY PRODUCTIVE DAY AT ADB LIBRARY (part 1)

"I Will Be Your Umbrella"
Bo-Won Keum. Ink on Math Notebook, September 2007.

The things I do for my clubs...

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Best Anime Scene in the Entire World, while we're at it

I truly believe that RK (Rurouni Kenshin) is the greatest anime out there, even if it is practically a decade year old. Anyone bigoted enough to tell me otherwise should... should... (cough). I'm really enjoying the use of the embedding-Youtube clip option here, so here is... (drum roll) my FAVORITE KENSHIN SCENE in the entire ANIME! Yay!

Best Fight Scene in the Entire World

This is what I think every fight sequence in the world should have more of. Just an awesome, awesome scene.
Interesting fact: the majority of the fan videos throw in a some kind of Linkin Park soundtrack. That might... give you a sense of what it's like.

>Edit: NO!!! I just realized that the subtitles were in French or something!!!

Plastic Grass!

SY 2007; a momentous year. ISM decides to strip its High School field of its natural green grass and replace it with super-turf that will never need cutting, watering or management whatsoever! Yes, the new astro-turf is here, where athlete's game-spit will shine forever and ever on the plastic blades of grass - unwashed and totally unnatural! No ants, no bugs, no fresh smell, and a bonus burning sensation when skidding across the field!


Heehee, I bet it's more flammable now that's it made of plastic.

Ana, Chiara and I went to the "Friday Night Lights" game on Friday the 7th (September). We spent the entire game trying to figure out which side was which, and then made fun of ourselves because we were so stupid.

Good times. Bad field, though, for those who haven't understood a word I've just said - it smells like sweat when you go near. ... Thank god I'm not athletic...

September 23, 2007

So. 500,000,000 years later, I come back.

I am stressed. I am in junior year. I am a full IB (International Baccalaureate) candidate. I can spell "baccalaureate" without any help. I know twice the things I did in 9th grade, but I feel fat, stupid and stressed. This is what I feel doing right now.


When you've regressed to the state where you're sitting in front of the computer wasting away precious time on pointless blogs eating home-baked cookies (yum) with milk (good too) while the functions of ellipses and double-curves await me at my desk (haha, it switched to first person without me knowing... that's how numb my brain has gotten) you know you need help.

Serious help.

I've just completed my psych notes on Freud, who was a very dirty, indecent old man. But a brilliant guy. I'm officially calling the devil on my shoulder the id, and from now on, whenever that little guy takes over, it's not my fault. If I go to sleep now, I'LL BLAME THE ID. If I eat all the cookies on the kitchen table, I'LL BLAME THE ID. If I watch Youtube (oh god... just writing it here makes me want to cry or... rock myself) I'LL BLAME THE F---ING ID.

So ends the 23rd day of September, year 2007.