I'm BACKKKKKKKKKK~~
3 chapters tommorow.
Edit : Very sorry but I am unable to update the story today. Out celebrating my birthday and such.
Tmr for sure XD
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Difficult to rely on themselves to overcome obstacles to rely on their own break
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Nicholas Flamel
Flamel has been alleged to be the eighth Grand Master of the Priory of Sion (1398-1418) as part of a 1960s intrigue where his name was planted in the French National Library in the Dossiers Secrets. This resulted in him being mentioned in the 1982 pseudohistory book The Holy Blood and the Holy Grail, Umberto Eco's 1988 novel Foucault's Pendulum, and Dan Brown's 2003 novel, The Da Vinci Code. Many of the names of "Grand Masters" were evidently chosen for some sort of connection with alchemy.
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Priory of Sion
The Prieuré de Sion, translated from French as Priory of Sion, is a name given to multiple groups, both real and fictitious. The most notorious is a fringe fraternal organization, founded and dissolved in France in 1956 by Pierre Plantard. In the 1960s, Plantard created a fictitious history for that organization, describing it as a secret society founded in the Kingdom of Jerusalem in 1099, which serves the interests of the Merovingian dynasty and its alleged bloodlines.[2] This myth was expanded upon and popularized by the 1982 controversial book The Holy Blood and the Holy Grail,[1] and later claimed as factual in the preface of the 2003 conspiracy fiction novel The Da Vinci Code.[3]
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Following that event, the Grand Masters of the Priory of Sion are listed in French as being:
-- Credits to wikipedia.
Pseudohistory much?
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Alright so I was bored and went surfing on the 8 endings of the game Shadow Of Memories/Shadow of Destiny and coincidentally found the term " Philosopher's stone ".
We all are no strangers to the Philosopher's stone -- and I can assure you 98% of the people on Earth would say " OH YOU MEAN THAT HARRY POTTER MOVIE? " when the word " Philosopher's stone " comes out.
After further research on Google and Wikipedia, I noticed that the Philosopher's stone is also used in FullMetalAlchemist ( anime ) and World of Warcraft ( online RPG ), just to name a few.
Now, I don't think JK Rowling watches FMA or plays World of Warcraft.
However, they all have one thing in common - The Philosopher's Stone.
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So what is the Philosopher's stone, really?
From http://www.crystalinks.com/philosopherstone.html,
" The philosopher's stone is a legendary substance, allegedly capable of turning inexpensive metals into gold. It was sometimes believed to be an elixir of life, useful for rejuvenation and possibly for achieving immortality. For a long time, it was the most sought-after goal in Western alchemy. In the view of spiritual alchemy, making the philosopher's stone would bring enlightenment upon the maker and conclude the Great Work. It is also known by several other names, such as 'materia prima.' "
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To simplify, it is a legendary item capable of turning lead into gold or whatever ( but mostly gold, cause you know, gold is running out and it fetches a way higher price than silver. Lol for integrating economics to mythology ).
It can also be used for attaining immortality.
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So what's the big hoo-haa over this stone?
Is it just fiction? Pure fiction?
I doubt so.
Although I won't embark on my next journey to further discover about the Philosopher's stone, I'll still keep a watch on it, maybe get opinions from the people at UM.
Then again, this is a pretty good topic to kick start my return to explore the Paranormal realm once again.
--
Sa-yo-na-ra!
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Priory of Sion
The Prieuré de Sion, translated from French as Priory of Sion, is a name given to multiple groups, both real and fictitious. The most notorious is a fringe fraternal organization, founded and dissolved in France in 1956 by Pierre Plantard. In the 1960s, Plantard created a fictitious history for that organization, describing it as a secret society founded in the Kingdom of Jerusalem in 1099, which serves the interests of the Merovingian dynasty and its alleged bloodlines.[2] This myth was expanded upon and popularized by the 1982 controversial book The Holy Blood and the Holy Grail,[1] and later claimed as factual in the preface of the 2003 conspiracy fiction novel The Da Vinci Code.[3]
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Following that event, the Grand Masters of the Priory of Sion are listed in French as being:
- Jean de Gisors (1188–1220)
- Marie de Saint-Clair (1220–1266)
- Guillaume de Gisors (1266–1307)
- Edouard de Bar (1307–1336)
- Jeanne de Bar (1336–1351)
- Jean de Saint-Clair (1351–1366)
- Blanche d'Evreux (1366–1398)
- Nicolas Flamel (1398–1418)
- René d'Anjou (1418–1480)
- Iolande de Bar (1480–1483)
- Sandro Filipepi (1483–1510)
- Léonard de Vinci (1510–1519)
- Connétable de Bourbon (1519–1527)
- Ferdinand de Gonzague (1527–1575)
- Louis de Nevers (1575–1595)
- Robert Fludd (1595–1637)
- J. Valentin Andrea (1637–1654)
- Robert Boyle (1654–1691)
- Isaac Newton (1691–1727)
- Charles Radclyffe (1727–1746)
- Charles de Lorraine (1746–1780)
- Maximilian de Lorraine (1780–1801)
- Charles Nodier (1801–1844)
- Victor Hugo (1844–1885)
- Claude Debussy (1885–1918)
- Jean Cocteau (1918–1963)
-- Credits to wikipedia.
Pseudohistory much?
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Alright so I was bored and went surfing on the 8 endings of the game Shadow Of Memories/Shadow of Destiny and coincidentally found the term " Philosopher's stone ".
We all are no strangers to the Philosopher's stone -- and I can assure you 98% of the people on Earth would say " OH YOU MEAN THAT HARRY POTTER MOVIE? " when the word " Philosopher's stone " comes out.
After further research on Google and Wikipedia, I noticed that the Philosopher's stone is also used in FullMetalAlchemist ( anime ) and World of Warcraft ( online RPG ), just to name a few.
Now, I don't think JK Rowling watches FMA or plays World of Warcraft.
However, they all have one thing in common - The Philosopher's Stone.
==
So what is the Philosopher's stone, really?
From http://www.crystalinks.com/philosopherstone.html,
" The philosopher's stone is a legendary substance, allegedly capable of turning inexpensive metals into gold. It was sometimes believed to be an elixir of life, useful for rejuvenation and possibly for achieving immortality. For a long time, it was the most sought-after goal in Western alchemy. In the view of spiritual alchemy, making the philosopher's stone would bring enlightenment upon the maker and conclude the Great Work. It is also known by several other names, such as 'materia prima.' "
--
To simplify, it is a legendary item capable of turning lead into gold or whatever ( but mostly gold, cause you know, gold is running out and it fetches a way higher price than silver. Lol for integrating economics to mythology ).
It can also be used for attaining immortality.
--
So what's the big hoo-haa over this stone?
Is it just fiction? Pure fiction?
I doubt so.
Although I won't embark on my next journey to further discover about the Philosopher's stone, I'll still keep a watch on it, maybe get opinions from the people at UM.
Then again, this is a pretty good topic to kick start my return to explore the Paranormal realm once again.
--
Sa-yo-na-ra!
Happy CNY~
Happy Chinese New Year & Valentine's day to all readers and non-readers of this blog ( that means everybody on Earth :D ) !
Taking a short break from my story as well as a special announcement in days to come.
Enjoy your holidays!
Taking a short break from my story as well as a special announcement in days to come.
Enjoy your holidays!
Friday, February 12, 2010
Chapter 7 - Hideout
The days of March, April and May were slow. Going to school was like going to hell.
Although I was spared from their tyranny during lesson time, I was tortured like crazy during breaks or after school hours. Each act of bullying done by them keeps getting bolder and worse than the previous act.
It is a wonder how I could still manage to keep my position as the top 10 students in my class.
Each day after school, I would lock myself in the room. Sometimes I just stare blankly at space. I was, of course, angered by their acts of humiliation. Unlike other victims of bully, I do not cut myself or sorts of self-mutilation. I channel my anger into energy to fuel me to work harder.
" I'll promote to the express stream and laugh at them! I'll do well in my examinations to make them eat back their words! I'll make them regret bullying me! " - These were the thoughts which ran through my mind. These words were my motivation to succeed in life.
Lexi was the ( assumed ) ring leader of the squad. The one who pretty much started the fire going. He was actively followed by his lackeys. The acts were carried out like this - they forced me on a push-up position and asked me to do 50 or so push-ups. Lexi would sit on the chair and you can imagine like it was a scene from some old Chinese movie where the beggar would beg the elite for money. If I refused, his lackeys would kick me down.
The best part? That was just the tip of the iceberg. Such acts done by them had pretty much screwed my secondary school life up. It's effects could NEVER wear off.
It was only when I figured that I cannot keep the situation like this forever. During breaks and after school, I would go to a place where they will never find me - The last floor of the school. It was my first hideout. The last floor of the school is where the water tank room at. It is the highest floor which anybody can go. Students were warned not to go near that floor but I did it anyway. That floor rarely has anybody visiting and furthermore it was the last place which anybody will think of going.
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Chapter 7 END.
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In the entire class, no one was willing to stand up and play the Hero. No one wanted to protect the underdog. No one wants to associate themselves with the loser. You could imagine how deep the pit of loneliness which I was in.
From then on, I realized that in this world, only the strong survive while the weak will just die.
It's a dog-eat-dog world out there where nobody can be trusted.
It was then where I was born.
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AN : Right, so I touched on one of the many acts they did.
If you are part of my REAL LIFE family and reading this - I plead you not to tell anybody and keep it to yourself.
I didn't wanted to post that event but in the end heck I figured it'll make the story much more emotional.
If you are one of those ex-tormentors and reading this - No hard feelings, I don't bare a grudge against you. I swear. I'm willing to let bygones be bygones.
If you are one of those who still thinks " HAHA THAT IDIOT KEEPS GETTING BULLIED. MAN HES SO STUPID " or " EUGENE IS DUMB HE HAS NO HOPE " or " HE WAS JUST LUCKY " - I don't know why you still cannot see me as someone respectable but I will not give up trying to earn back your respect.
And finally, apologies for not updating yesterday. Went out.
Doubt anybody except a single loyal fan of my story. ( Thank you iedeuafjndkiehendl )
Although I was spared from their tyranny during lesson time, I was tortured like crazy during breaks or after school hours. Each act of bullying done by them keeps getting bolder and worse than the previous act.
It is a wonder how I could still manage to keep my position as the top 10 students in my class.
Each day after school, I would lock myself in the room. Sometimes I just stare blankly at space. I was, of course, angered by their acts of humiliation. Unlike other victims of bully, I do not cut myself or sorts of self-mutilation. I channel my anger into energy to fuel me to work harder.
" I'll promote to the express stream and laugh at them! I'll do well in my examinations to make them eat back their words! I'll make them regret bullying me! " - These were the thoughts which ran through my mind. These words were my motivation to succeed in life.
Lexi was the ( assumed ) ring leader of the squad. The one who pretty much started the fire going. He was actively followed by his lackeys. The acts were carried out like this - they forced me on a push-up position and asked me to do 50 or so push-ups. Lexi would sit on the chair and you can imagine like it was a scene from some old Chinese movie where the beggar would beg the elite for money. If I refused, his lackeys would kick me down.
The best part? That was just the tip of the iceberg. Such acts done by them had pretty much screwed my secondary school life up. It's effects could NEVER wear off.
It was only when I figured that I cannot keep the situation like this forever. During breaks and after school, I would go to a place where they will never find me - The last floor of the school. It was my first hideout. The last floor of the school is where the water tank room at. It is the highest floor which anybody can go. Students were warned not to go near that floor but I did it anyway. That floor rarely has anybody visiting and furthermore it was the last place which anybody will think of going.
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Chapter 7 END.
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In the entire class, no one was willing to stand up and play the Hero. No one wanted to protect the underdog. No one wants to associate themselves with the loser. You could imagine how deep the pit of loneliness which I was in.
From then on, I realized that in this world, only the strong survive while the weak will just die.
It's a dog-eat-dog world out there where nobody can be trusted.
It was then where I was born.
-----
AN : Right, so I touched on one of the many acts they did.
If you are part of my REAL LIFE family and reading this - I plead you not to tell anybody and keep it to yourself.
I didn't wanted to post that event but in the end heck I figured it'll make the story much more emotional.
If you are one of those ex-tormentors and reading this - No hard feelings, I don't bare a grudge against you. I swear. I'm willing to let bygones be bygones.
If you are one of those who still thinks " HAHA THAT IDIOT KEEPS GETTING BULLIED. MAN HES SO STUPID " or " EUGENE IS DUMB HE HAS NO HOPE " or " HE WAS JUST LUCKY " - I don't know why you still cannot see me as someone respectable but I will not give up trying to earn back your respect.
And finally, apologies for not updating yesterday. Went out.
Doubt anybody except a single loyal fan of my story. ( Thank you iedeuafjndkiehendl )
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Chapter 6 - Start
It was a week after the end of the March holidays. The class "bond" was already formed at this time - every time we stand in unison against the teachers and defending our classmates.
Such were the few acts that the class did. It was like we were destined to meet and form that class.
Going against the teacher's will is one out of the many things that proved we are bonded.
When pupils from the other classes passed by, we would jeer at them for no good reason. ( or the sole reason that they were not part of this class. Kinda like the " MY CLASS IS BETTER THAN YOURS " kind of thing. )
Unfortunately, that was bad news for me.
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Lexi is the type of person you would not want to offend. He may be one of the shortest in the class but his stamina is godlike. He excels in sports and Physical Education seems to be his favorite subject. His core subjects are English, a bit of Humanities and a bit of Science. He isn't very good in Chinese.
Lexi tends to get involve with the "popular " classmates. He has quite a number of friends in the classroom and most of them are his primary school mates. His outgoing personality is an asset. With active participation to marathons and stuffs like that, it is undoubted that he has many,many,many,many friends. ( or " connections ", either way you see it as, it's the same )
His negative traits? Don't expect him to be a saint. You can expect him troubling the teachers and creating a commotion. That's all I can reveal.
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The days after the common tests was one hell of a torture ride. My unwillingness to partake in class activities had caused much trouble for me. All I wanted was to do well and escape that hell-class, hoping that one day the teachers would notice me and promote me to the EXPRESS stream.
All it took was one person to hate me and his " gang " would follow suit. All it took was one " gang " to hate me and the entire class would follow suit. Some just hated me, while others thought that it was purely " out of fun ".
What they didn't know was the details - was I wrong to support him in his wrongdoings?
My unwillingness to help him cheat in a test - was it wrong to not help him?
Why was I being hated for doing something right?
Then again...I was once known as the infamous saboteur back then.
That is because...I'm different.
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Chapter 6 end.
Author's note : Apologies for not updating yesterday, was thinking of how to move on from the previous chapter.
This chapter is a little bit emotional, aye?
You may notice that there is a change in my format of writing. This will be elaborated more in the upcoming chapters.
Anyway, I have also included an introductory paragraph for each MAJOR characters in my story. That is my opinion of them along with bits of information here and there.
And I would like to bring this up again - THE NAMES OF ALL CHARACTERS IN MY STORY ( except mine ) ARE CHANGED. THEIR PERSONALITY, HOWEVER, WILL REMAIN THE SAME. THE EVENTS ARE ALL TRUE. SOME OF THE EVENTS WILL BE AMPLIFIED OR DULLED TO MAKE THE STORY MORE...INTERESTING.
Such were the few acts that the class did. It was like we were destined to meet and form that class.
Going against the teacher's will is one out of the many things that proved we are bonded.
When pupils from the other classes passed by, we would jeer at them for no good reason. ( or the sole reason that they were not part of this class. Kinda like the " MY CLASS IS BETTER THAN YOURS " kind of thing. )
Unfortunately, that was bad news for me.
--
Lexi is the type of person you would not want to offend. He may be one of the shortest in the class but his stamina is godlike. He excels in sports and Physical Education seems to be his favorite subject. His core subjects are English, a bit of Humanities and a bit of Science. He isn't very good in Chinese.
Lexi tends to get involve with the "popular " classmates. He has quite a number of friends in the classroom and most of them are his primary school mates. His outgoing personality is an asset. With active participation to marathons and stuffs like that, it is undoubted that he has many,many,many,many friends. ( or " connections ", either way you see it as, it's the same )
His negative traits? Don't expect him to be a saint. You can expect him troubling the teachers and creating a commotion. That's all I can reveal.
--
The days after the common tests was one hell of a torture ride. My unwillingness to partake in class activities had caused much trouble for me. All I wanted was to do well and escape that hell-class, hoping that one day the teachers would notice me and promote me to the EXPRESS stream.
All it took was one person to hate me and his " gang " would follow suit. All it took was one " gang " to hate me and the entire class would follow suit. Some just hated me, while others thought that it was purely " out of fun ".
What they didn't know was the details - was I wrong to support him in his wrongdoings?
My unwillingness to help him cheat in a test - was it wrong to not help him?
Why was I being hated for doing something right?
Then again...I was once known as the infamous saboteur back then.
That is because...I'm different.
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Chapter 6 end.
Author's note : Apologies for not updating yesterday, was thinking of how to move on from the previous chapter.
This chapter is a little bit emotional, aye?
You may notice that there is a change in my format of writing. This will be elaborated more in the upcoming chapters.
Anyway, I have also included an introductory paragraph for each MAJOR characters in my story. That is my opinion of them along with bits of information here and there.
And I would like to bring this up again - THE NAMES OF ALL CHARACTERS IN MY STORY ( except mine ) ARE CHANGED. THEIR PERSONALITY, HOWEVER, WILL REMAIN THE SAME. THE EVENTS ARE ALL TRUE. SOME OF THE EVENTS WILL BE AMPLIFIED OR DULLED TO MAKE THE STORY MORE...INTERESTING.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Chapter 5 - Cheating
It happened on a normal school day, just 2 weeks before the March holidays. The classroom was dead silent. The teacher was walking around. For once, the class felt so serene and peaceful. It was total silence, except for the sound of the pens and the teacher's footsteps. Not a single voice could be heard.
It was our first common test.
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The common test was announced a week before by our teachers. It was late February and I have already got to know the entire class, some a little more than others.
Being average students in an average school streamed in an average class, you could guess our reaction was not-so-enthusiastic about the news and some were unwilling to sit for the test. Of course, we had no power to push back or abolish the test, thus we took it, like it or not.
Some studied for the test but most did not. I was one who certainly studied. After all, my aim is to stream out of that godforsaken class.
I was the first in my family to step foot in the Normal(Academic) stream. All my other cousins ( 23 older cousins or something around that number ) went to either Express or Special. To make matters worse ( for me ), almost half of that went to an " Elite " school. I had cousins who went to RI and RV. Being in a neighborhood school, naturally, I was looked down upon ( Although they don't say it but I know from their feelings and reactions when I had to tell them eventually. Next time I'm going to sit away from the reunion table.)
The maths test was a breeze for me. I could not understand how could anybody fail a maths test. Maths, for me, is all about practice. It's one of the easiest subjects to score, seeing how other schools score A's in Maths like it's a giveaway.
I was getting ready to hand in my paper. The teacher said we had 5 minutes more. I checked through for any careless mistakes.
" Stop writing. " The teacher said.
As she collected the student's test from row to row, I felt something kicked me at the back of my chair. It was the person sitting behind me; It was Lexi.
" Hey, what's your answer for question 7? " he whispered.
( Great! Excellent! This shit again. ) - I thought.
I was caught cheating back when I was primary school in an exam. It happened because the girl sitting next to me sucked at Maths. I did not know exactly why I helped her but I was caught in the process. 2 years later, the same shit happens. Coincidence, much?
This time, however, I kept silent and continued staring at blank space in front. Lexi kept kicking my chair. Each kick got more violent. I could tell he was getting desperate.
Luckily, the teacher had collected his paper before he does something else to me. It was then that it was safe to look back. Other classmates were already chit-chatting when their paper was collected.
" Fuck you. " He said.
Great! I don't help - I get hated. I help - I get caught.
Why must my life be so sad? Why do I always seem to get caught in situations like this ?
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A week later, we got back our tests. I scored a near perfect 85%. It was not easy surviving that 1 week after the test. I was often targeted by him along with his " gang " -- Golden, Lexi, Fang, Fin and LeiJit. ( There may be more but I've forgotten the rest. )
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Chapter 5 end.
Author's note :
We all know that I pulled through and posting my story with no actual or permanent harm done.
Although I was the target of their malice, I've now become great friends with some of them. Others - not so. You could say that each one of my tormentors got their Just Desserts.
Anyway, I hope you will continue supporting my story.
Don't go MSN-ing/FB-ing/SMS-ing or whatever-ing me " HEY WHOSE XXXXXX ON UR STORY? IS IT ME? OMFG I ALREADY SAID IM SORRY OKAY? " or " HEY WHOSE XXXXXXXX ISSIT XXXXX? I THINK I KNOW THAT GUY. " or " CAN U PLS CHANGE MY NAME ON UR STORY TO SOMETHING ELSE? I DUN LIKE THE NAME U GAVE ME. "
Stuffs like " Hey, nice story. " or " I enjoyed reading your story. " are accepted.
It was our first common test.
--
The common test was announced a week before by our teachers. It was late February and I have already got to know the entire class, some a little more than others.
Being average students in an average school streamed in an average class, you could guess our reaction was not-so-enthusiastic about the news and some were unwilling to sit for the test. Of course, we had no power to push back or abolish the test, thus we took it, like it or not.
Some studied for the test but most did not. I was one who certainly studied. After all, my aim is to stream out of that godforsaken class.
I was the first in my family to step foot in the Normal(Academic) stream. All my other cousins ( 23 older cousins or something around that number ) went to either Express or Special. To make matters worse ( for me ), almost half of that went to an " Elite " school. I had cousins who went to RI and RV. Being in a neighborhood school, naturally, I was looked down upon ( Although they don't say it but I know from their feelings and reactions when I had to tell them eventually. Next time I'm going to sit away from the reunion table.)
The maths test was a breeze for me. I could not understand how could anybody fail a maths test. Maths, for me, is all about practice. It's one of the easiest subjects to score, seeing how other schools score A's in Maths like it's a giveaway.
I was getting ready to hand in my paper. The teacher said we had 5 minutes more. I checked through for any careless mistakes.
" Stop writing. " The teacher said.
As she collected the student's test from row to row, I felt something kicked me at the back of my chair. It was the person sitting behind me; It was Lexi.
" Hey, what's your answer for question 7? " he whispered.
( Great! Excellent! This shit again. ) - I thought.
I was caught cheating back when I was primary school in an exam. It happened because the girl sitting next to me sucked at Maths. I did not know exactly why I helped her but I was caught in the process. 2 years later, the same shit happens. Coincidence, much?
This time, however, I kept silent and continued staring at blank space in front. Lexi kept kicking my chair. Each kick got more violent. I could tell he was getting desperate.
Luckily, the teacher had collected his paper before he does something else to me. It was then that it was safe to look back. Other classmates were already chit-chatting when their paper was collected.
" Fuck you. " He said.
Great! I don't help - I get hated. I help - I get caught.
Why must my life be so sad? Why do I always seem to get caught in situations like this ?
--
A week later, we got back our tests. I scored a near perfect 85%. It was not easy surviving that 1 week after the test. I was often targeted by him along with his " gang " -- Golden, Lexi, Fang, Fin and LeiJit. ( There may be more but I've forgotten the rest. )
==
Chapter 5 end.
Author's note :
We all know that I pulled through and posting my story with no actual or permanent harm done.
Although I was the target of their malice, I've now become great friends with some of them. Others - not so. You could say that each one of my tormentors got their Just Desserts.
Anyway, I hope you will continue supporting my story.
Don't go MSN-ing/FB-ing/SMS-ing or whatever-ing me " HEY WHOSE XXXXXX ON UR STORY? IS IT ME? OMFG I ALREADY SAID IM SORRY OKAY? " or " HEY WHOSE XXXXXXXX ISSIT XXXXX? I THINK I KNOW THAT GUY. " or " CAN U PLS CHANGE MY NAME ON UR STORY TO SOMETHING ELSE? I DUN LIKE THE NAME U GAVE ME. "
Stuffs like " Hey, nice story. " or " I enjoyed reading your story. " are accepted.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Chapter 4 - Comrade
It was one of the unavoidable events that had to happen in secondary school.
One event that I wasn't good at - Making friends.
In the previous few chapters, it was given that my characteristics include being an introvert.
Therefore, it can be assumed that I was bad at making friends.
It was them who approached me first.
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It was a normal February afternoon in school. The class was in chaos as the teacher was gone. The fact that it was a Friday afternoon made the class even more rowdy. It was time for the last period of the week - Contact Time.
Contact Time is a period where the teacher hands out forms and other stuffs. It is a period where the teacher is suppose to bond with the class. In short, Contact Time is as good as Free Time.
The teacher stepped into the classroom, 5 minutes late. She cleared her voice and politely asked the class to sit down and listen to her but to no avail. She repeated her orders a few time, then started to get pissed.
Finally, she gave up and waited until it was 5 minutes left to dismissal. It was then which the class understood that she had something to say to them.
The teacher waited. Even though the class was now quiet, she waited. It was then 5minutes past dismissal time. The students were either confused or angry. Finally, one student had the guts to shout out " Why are we waiting? "
The teacher stared at him. She stood up and lectured the class. After the 10 minutes lecture, everything went back to normal - it was finally silent so that she could speak.
" Alright class, it is time we decided on who to nominate for for the key class positions. We have to nominate a treasurer, an Audio-Visual assistant, subject representatives, the Vice-Chairman and finally the Chairman. " She announced.
The class took less than a minute to consider. The positions were given randomly. Not much thought was given into the representatives, the treasurer and the AV assistant. It was more like a game of sabotage instead of actually considering who was fit for the positions.
The Vice-Chairman and the Chairman were chosen by the teacher herself, as she had received nonsensical nominees from the class. Such important positions, students who represents the class, had to be chosen by the teacher herself.
" And thus, the Vice-Chairman shall be Xenon and our Chairman shall be Leinad. "
She wrote down the names on the forms to submit. She then dismissed the class - 20 minutes after dismissal time. There was a strong feeling of discontent coming from the students.
Of course, everybody plays a part in the class community, I was also given a position.
It was a position that no class can do without - the in charge of cleaning the class on Wednesdays.
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Chapter 4 end.
One event that I wasn't good at - Making friends.
In the previous few chapters, it was given that my characteristics include being an introvert.
Therefore, it can be assumed that I was bad at making friends.
It was them who approached me first.
--
It was a normal February afternoon in school. The class was in chaos as the teacher was gone. The fact that it was a Friday afternoon made the class even more rowdy. It was time for the last period of the week - Contact Time.
Contact Time is a period where the teacher hands out forms and other stuffs. It is a period where the teacher is suppose to bond with the class. In short, Contact Time is as good as Free Time.
The teacher stepped into the classroom, 5 minutes late. She cleared her voice and politely asked the class to sit down and listen to her but to no avail. She repeated her orders a few time, then started to get pissed.
Finally, she gave up and waited until it was 5 minutes left to dismissal. It was then which the class understood that she had something to say to them.
The teacher waited. Even though the class was now quiet, she waited. It was then 5minutes past dismissal time. The students were either confused or angry. Finally, one student had the guts to shout out " Why are we waiting? "
The teacher stared at him. She stood up and lectured the class. After the 10 minutes lecture, everything went back to normal - it was finally silent so that she could speak.
" Alright class, it is time we decided on who to nominate for for the key class positions. We have to nominate a treasurer, an Audio-Visual assistant, subject representatives, the Vice-Chairman and finally the Chairman. " She announced.
The class took less than a minute to consider. The positions were given randomly. Not much thought was given into the representatives, the treasurer and the AV assistant. It was more like a game of sabotage instead of actually considering who was fit for the positions.
The Vice-Chairman and the Chairman were chosen by the teacher herself, as she had received nonsensical nominees from the class. Such important positions, students who represents the class, had to be chosen by the teacher herself.
" And thus, the Vice-Chairman shall be Xenon and our Chairman shall be Leinad. "
She wrote down the names on the forms to submit. She then dismissed the class - 20 minutes after dismissal time. There was a strong feeling of discontent coming from the students.
Of course, everybody plays a part in the class community, I was also given a position.
It was a position that no class can do without - the in charge of cleaning the class on Wednesdays.
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Chapter 4 end.
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