Thoughts on my thoughts?

Today I failed and not in that IT exam I told you I was revising for last time.

With all the days to attend, I went on a day when I wasn't suppose to be at school. My mock exam schedule is tomorrow and nobody bloody informed me!

So basically this translate to

5-6 hours of precious sleep time wasted on waking up early, preparing for school and bumming around that hell hole of cranky teachers, for nothing. Sad.

So to satiate myself from boredom while I was waiting for the 12 o'clock bus to take me home, I looked into my bag or rather my man purse as how my friends would teasingly call it.

Inside were:

a bottle of water. Yes for hydration.

pens,

battery-dead mp3 (Batteries hate me. They always die when I need to use things the most.)

& then my notebook that I scribble on when I am insanely bored, sometimes and somewhere without net connection. (Because if there was any, you know you'll end up in facebook. OR porn sites.... Do I hear denial?)

Well anyhow, I saw interesting phrases written in it. I vaguely remember writing them so I was amuse. It's like reading someone else's writing for the first time.

They are very UN-SoggyCereals though.

So nuff' dilly-dallying. Here they are.

"I want to say that you are extraordinary but I can't or I won't. But it doesn't mean I don't think, every single day that you are BEST for me."

"She gasped and slowly turned around. That's when her story ended."

"I refuse to bow down to the future they anticipated for me. I'm in love with my present endeavours."

"Don't you think it's strange when... Yes." (I went "wtf" on this one myself")

Deep stuff. They scare me.

The subconscious part of my brain probably is a dark place without cornflakes and eggs. Tragic.

Till then. *scribble scribble* Bye

That Big Yellow Junk Left Me

So, here I am near my window, blogging. It is currently 8 20 and from what I remember my school starts at half past 8. I just figured out that I might have missed my bus to school today and I'm not even that smart to make it out sometimes.

But nevertheless, I still haven't gone back to sleep as I'm still hoping that, that Fat Canary of a vehicle would come back for me. Or I hope not, as it just hit me that I didn't do my revision homework for maths. I'm an all-play and no work guy if you haven't noticed yet.

Let's just think of this as God's will for us to catch up. :) (It would be fun if God would always be this generous and thoughtful. Ha!)

Okay, catch up it is. Here goes.

Since I started school this year, there is this restless feeling in me that I can't get rid of. That feeling becomes more intense as I see my teachers. My IQ doesn't pass 100 so I can't figure out the reason as to why as well. So that's that.

Second, My close circle of boys in school started to study now - "It's the last year *R@#n, It'll be shit if we fail... I want to go to Cambridge." and I will go "WTF?!" on their overachieving faces.

This strange occurrence that struck them forced me to study a bit now as there is no any other way to not feel left out.

Third, I am actually happier listening a bit more in class. The day goes by faster you see. I just imagine that, when my physics teacher rubs that polythene rod to demonstrate static electricity, it is something not plastic. Shortly after I LMFAO in my head.

And Lastly, my new math teacher is the combination of the looks of ET and the temper of Satan. (I presume as I haven't met him personally)

I have a hunch that soon enough I will go "delinquent hormonal teenager" on her and I apologize now.

So that's about it. School! Oh but lately, I have been hanging out with older people too.

It kind of boosts my morale as I thought my life was shit till I hear their medley of tragic and sorrow for life stories. God, was I funny to think I knew what messed up means.

One of them even said something that I say to myself a lot now when I call Ms. Life an unfair bitch.

"It's better than nothing."

I love old people.

Till then! Play Nintendo or go back to sleep? Ha! Cheers!

PS- I wish my bus was as cool as The MAGIC School Bus. Travelling down oesophagi is fly yo.

un-Eventful School Days and Me Skipping Joyfully

I got my report card a few weeks back. It basically contains all the great things, or mostly, you can say short comings that I made for the previous school year.

Apparently I was absent, give or take, around 5 weeks all in all. Now that, in my book is definitely not a short coming. Not at all! OH, and I was 9th in class? Not that it matters much.. Ha! 5 Weeeeeeks!

Anyways, today was officially the 3rd day of operation in our school. I am so sad right now as I 'missed' school today. It kills me.

Instead, I was at home, relaxing and watching films while enjoying a plate of meaty bolognaise. So dreadful...

Anyways I hope I dont miss classes tomorrow again. That would just do me such an enormous pain. As..

I just love my school so much.

So as a tribute here are some pichas for you, my friend. Gaze in amazement!



"We keep things pretty organize in our room- We are all about being 'High Class' "

"Talk about a pretty view :)"

"Time Table of Hell : When Do Trannies Get Their Break?" (Look closely)

"We keep each other sane. If they have a chance to talk right now the other one will say "25 dirhams an hour" (You know, RUSSIANS are..) and the other will say "No, I am not Indian!"

And lastly, this is how all the bus rides home look like. Annoying kids (left photo) and my friend and neighbour with the bat-shit crazy face (right).

Till then! It's effing harder than it looks to do photo posts! (Or is it just me?)

P.S. - Header shot is me looking "very sad" missing school today. With some facial mud mask on. LOL (So much for first impressions ei?) ;)