Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Sorry! Haven't posted in a while now. Been busy/bored/getting it on/lazy.
Not really excusable, then. Of course, I'd say it were.
Anyway.. Shoud I go to school tomorrow? I'm afraid to reveal details. Mdm Farrah seems to have located this blog. Not to mention her revealing of it in front of the class in an undesirable fashion. Gimme a break!! I'll do your homework too, I promise!!
And anout school.. Hmm.. Max put forward this great idea. In short, I may miss the whole day or just the Cross Country. Both will do, except I have to get my Lit and E Maths homework done if I go. But I have pool to look forward to in the afternoon! MAX! Your luck ends now! I played so badly the last ime(saturday). I hope that bout is over. You're dead if it is..
Oh! Interesting story! See, on Thursday last week, there was a Soccer match. I think it was the last of the group stage. I was sick so I didn't go for it. But... Another side of me told me to follow the soccer boys off after recess. Mr Wong happened to see us when we were headed to the library. As far as he knew, I was coming for the match. Only thing, I was skipping class.
Btw, Mdm Farrah, this entry is a must SSHHHH! heh, please? xD
Well, yesterday Mr Wong approached me. He basically got the whole story out of me. I had stayed in the library after recess till the end of the day. What he didn't know, was that David was with me. In fact, nobody of authority knows this. His secret's safe with me. That idiot. At least he said thanks. I swear, I've been through the best and the worst with him. Wouldn't that make us pretty good friends? Well, we are..
So, Mr Wong finds out that I've skipped A Maths and confirms it with another hated teacher, Mr "Fish-lips" Pang. So sad. And so It's Chia's office after school.
Mr Chia hands me a form to fill out. He basically wants my statement. I told the story but avoided nice words like "skipped", "truancy", etc. Looked quite innocent. And so when I went to see him in his office, I gave him a nice long story of how sorry I was. Of course, I'd been planning this all day. I had no idea it would work, but it seemed like it was worth a shot. Well, with my big words I think I baffled him and his puny, limited vocabulary such as "NYAA!", it was well worth a shot. I got off lucky with a "warning". I've got to do 4 hours of C.I.P. on Friday. Except I can't do that because I've got an appointment with my Sports Doctor. My knee, I swear.. It worsens every time I play. Why me? It's nt like an injury that's gotten worse. It's something to do with the bone that I've developed. The slightest of knocks sets off the pain. Don't try anything funny with it, I'd kick you.. With the right leg, of course..
So I guess I'll just have to miss his said little C.I.P. bullshit. Hehehe. He and his trusty clipboard will catch up with me sooner or later, anyway.. Let's wait till then.
Over and Out,Nishant
Posted by Keepin' it real. at 8:52 PM