11:26 PM
My First Emo (rather, attempt at one) post. I was just brushing my teeth a couple of minutes back. I decided to try out something new with the toothbrush (NO SEXUAL INNUENDO OR CONNOTATION). After putting the toothpaste on my toothbrush, I decided to spin my toothbrush (like how you would spin your pen, pencil or Sine P during the exam). And Lo and BEHOLD!!! The toothpaste flew right into my left eye. You can guess the agony... I should have expected that anyway...
I just realized the influence that I exert on my class (correct my English please, someone), and also the school is much greater than i could ever fathom. Some anecdotes and examples of my influence:
1. The "FOR WHAT" (I never said the IC I want Hi Card I Buy for me), as elaborated on my post below.
2. Some time ago, I used to take advantage of noisy situations in class. For example, when a teacher would be giving out some test papers, my class would clap and go "wooh" and "ahh" (aka cat calls...) for the high scores or etc. Amidst the cacophony, I would start spamming my "Vocabulary", such as "Fellat_o! Test_cul_r Cancer! Cervix! Vas Defens! Fallo_ian Tubes! Cun_ilin_us!" just to name a few. It didnt take long for the class to realise what I was doing. Minron was the first person who found out. Subsequently the rest did. And Voila! Everyone followed suit.
3. I was writing an essay, title is "habits" some time ago. Below is the essay:
Old habits die hard. Especially so when it comes to drug addiction. I had to learn it the hard way. It certainly wasn’t a very good experience. The addiction was easy. The quitting was an experience was one that I would not want to experience again. Just the thought of it would send shivers down my spine.
I entered a dark alley which smelt worse than rotten eggs. I could catch a whiff of the stench twenty feet from it. I went to the corner and called my pal, Abila Ajmora. He picked up his phone swiftly. I asked for his location, and to my surprise, he was right behind me. I asked him for my daily dose of drugs, and he hastily passed them to me, after searching deep in his pockets. I passed him a fifty dollar note and he left.
As he turned the corner, I heard wailing of the sirens and a policeman came out of a patrol car. “I believe you are Abila Ajmora? You are needed at the station for investigation,” he demanded. A nod from Abila sent him straight to the police station. I stood petrified. As I recovered from my initial shock, I spotted a puny figure walking towards me. I recognized his spiky hair as Cristoli. He walked up to me and instructed me to meet him outside his lecture theatre, Sine P. Being one year my senior, I dared not say anything to oppose him. He wished me good night and left.
The clock struck three as I turned the corner. I walked briskly back home, to the comforts of my bed, thinking what would happen the next day.
The next morning passed in a flash, which saw me taking more than forty winks in each class. “Ring…” went the school bell. That signaled the end of the day. I walked towards the Sine P. Lecture Theatre to meet Cristoli. He proceeded to tell me how his father had died of drug abuse. Following that, he gave me specific instructions on how to kick this drug abusing habit. A few trips to the library yielded some interesting finds. There were several methods that I could use to kick that habit. The one I chose was called “Cold Turkey” in which the subject was to suddenly and completely stop taking the drug.
Cristoli told me to mow the school’s field, in order to keep me preoccupied and not think about abusing drugs. And so I did. I spoke to the Facility Superintendent, Mr T. E. Stes of the field, and asked if I could mow the field. He gladly accepted, though surprised. So, I started my regime on lawn mowing with the old and cranky BH-100 ancient lawn mower. Mowing the field was a tough job but I persevered.
After a few weeks, I successfully kicked my habit of abusing drugs. I was very grateful to Cristoli and Mr T. E. Stes for helping me to quit my drug abuse.
With this essay, the following coined-by-me terms were born :
"Sine P" (read it in reverse) = P E _ _ S
"Abila Ajmora" (reorder it) = L _ B _ _ M A J O R _
"Cristoli" (reorder it) = C _ I _ O R I S
"Mr T. E. Stes" (Its blatantly there)
4. Solving problems. I came up with this crap about M A S T _ R B_ _ _ O N solving all problems. So I went around saying "M A S T _ R B_ _ _ O N solving all problems" and before I knew it, everyone was using that phrase (or to that effect) in class. The best thing is that teachers dont know!!! =D =D =D
20/7 EDIT: On saturday I went to school and saw this picture XD
LOL!
5. High pitched falsetto screaming... (NOT something that i'm proud of). It started with Minron pulling my hair... So I pretended to scream in pain. WTH NOW THE WHOLE CLASS DOES IT!!! (-_-")
Now, this is a strong warning to teachers who step into Class 4-9 with me around. Do not trigger events as mentioned above, as it may jeopardize the lesson and waste time.
Homework is once again getting onto my nerves... so much for O levels. On the brighter side its 92 days to O levels (I think). 92 days of torture. I can't believe that I'm hardly through the month and I'm buried in 18 centimetres of homework. I don't know... Should I just give up on my A's? My goal of L1R5 of 6 is almost dashed. my current L1R5 (Prelim 2 ONLY) is like 12 points... HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO HALF IT??? English - B4. Considerably better than the C's that I have been getting for the previous few terms. I haven't seen a 1 in my English in Secondary school. Then again, there's like less than 40 people who got an A (consoling myself again). That's for my English. What about my Math and Sciences? Supposedly my better subjects. C5 in Bio. Down from an A2 that is. I only got 2 A1s for Prelim 2. How am I supposed to bring my 2s to an A1? my 3s, 4s, 5s, 6s to an A1?
A wave of horror overcame me when I looked at my report slip. 33 out of 38. 160-something in the whole level (combined Prelim 1 and 2 score). My goal? Top 20-30. HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE? ... ... Haiz. I really lack the kind of perseverance to study - mug, mug and mug. Maybe I need to learn from Melvin. I won't really get to blog much these days. I already don't get to use the computer very often. (Which is why some posts I only complete posting after 2 or 3 days) This blog will be very much dead when I start to "shift my concentration to studies. Must focus!" No motivation to mug. But what to do(uche)? Ok. Going back to books now. Life really sucks.
