Tuesday, March 06, 2007

"put it under his chair!" "no way! i m not takin a risk like that!"



well well n here 9g1 does it yet again...
the fart blast!
lolzz this time it was the E.M (environmental management) class. today we had a combined class in an optional room watchin bout somethin which i clearly have no idea about. Poor mr.alexander... that guy really has to suffer alot due to mr.micheal slackin around in his class. So anyways, as usual all the naughty girls were at the back (includin me but i was just busy drawin most of the time) a friend of mine was sittin beside me n got up just for a few mins, mr.micheal seein the chair empty, grabbed the opportunity of sittin on the seat...he was soo annoyin
that girl ofcourse was pissed but didn't say anythin. micheal was irritatin me by tellin me constantly to pay attention, n plannin up presentations that is never goin to happen...let me just draw! i m not disturbin anyone!!!! aggh
n suddenly i remembered, my friend told me to keep a fart bomb in my bag...i was kinda scared that it would explode in my bag but its a tough nut to crack
my friend who told me to do so was sittin down on the floor with a tatoo being drawn on her arm. i whispered into her ear whether we were gonna do this or not?
she consulted her friends n they said "put it under his chair!" i looked at him, engrossed in the presentation... "no way! i m not takin a risk like that!"
so they told me to hand over it to them...

the period went smoothly, mr.micheal got scolded by mr.alex for talkin at the bak hehe n then in the end it happend...
as the students were gettin outta the class I saw them with it... i tried to get out as soon as possible as i was gettin out i heard a somethin *pop* mr.lex was like "wat was that?" but we were all laughin so hard that we didn't bother to answer him n just ran outa the class! i laughed till my stomache ached, but after 5 mins i was equally worried bout the consequences, since i knew that it had happend before n our class would fall under suspicion immediately!

it was not long till, 2 girls from E.M class came n took 2 of my friends, one who exploded n the other who told me to keep it in my bag,
those 2 girls were from 9g4 n were quite pissed since they were being accused of somethin they hadn't done, i was really worried n scared...because if they ask me some questions, i wont be able to lie. oh yah this could be one of the wierd habit that i inherited from my mom who never tells lies even if u ask her too. as for me i know i m not gd at liein n can get caught in a sec, so i usually tell the truth n go on with the consequences...

they did not call my name, i was a little relieved cuz if i was there things would get more complicated than they already were. my friends couldn't decide who to blame it on...the girl who bought it to skool (not me someone else) clearly stated that her name should not be said under any circumstances so she was outta the questions, n they would never blame on their friends...

finally, the girl who had exploded was given a warnin letter (i think) n thats the end of that.

ps:- we were thinkin of burstin the bomb in ms.mary's room, the only thing was we didn't know how...
Thought for the day

"male menopause"
quoted from one of the CIE AS level English exam


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Rabia 17 Pakistani

materialistic mind with a tinge of spirituality

selfish n greed r in my mind n yet my sympathetic heart can be melted away by an indigent, adventurous, wierd mixture of quietness with a sudden blast of wildness

artistic talents have yet to be improved, the maturity has passed to such a level that i now have invented my own philosophies
intelligent in studies yet i have not reached the point where i have to wear glasses
leads an aimless life, don't have a social life outside school, not prejudiced easily.
past is forgotten, futured is never cared for n present is boring...
a realistic mind with a touch of impossibility
likes to sing in the toilet, a thin-stiff stick,
a friendly person who has an open ear for anyone's trash
monotony can lead me to go temporarily wild, which can cause chaos
a person who daydreames 90% of the time during classes and 10% yawning
and yet manages to get above average grades
, a lazy ass, the i try to run away from responsibilities the more they chase after me
a rebel who fights against the senseless rules and regulations indoctrinated by our society
common courtesy is given to everyone; indiscriminately, unless someone antagonizes me
respect is given to those who deserve not any old person
official defined as a procastinator, describin myself? it ain't a peice of cake...
i have yet to figure out if i am more than a human being?
probably not...
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