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With Marks Just To Low

2005-06-15T21:10:00.000-07:00

Sam scanned his test papers, reading through all the questions in his maths paper. He was stumped, for he did not know a single question. Twisting and turning his pen nervously, he attempted the first question. He thought the teacher would probably give him some marks if he at least wrote something down. Thus, he continued scribbling absurd equations into the test paper until the time was up. Sam then left for the toilet, despite the hot discussion going on in the classroom. He knew he definitely would be left out.

When he got back his papers a few dreaded days later, the marks shocked him to the core. He had expected higher marks than what he saw on the paper. At least a border line pass was better than a fail. Well, it seems that his theory did not prove to be effective in this case. Depressed and distressed to the point of tears and possibly suicide, Sam sat and pondered about his distant future.

Now, Sam decided on two options. Option number 1 was to tell his mother about it, and option number 2 was…Sam immediately rebuked that thought. He was still too young. So, he tucked the papers in his bag, hoping that would help to delay the music he would eventually have to face.

On his way back home, thoughts were whirling in his mind. His, marks were too low for him to return home, his marks were just too low for him to face his mother, his marks were too low too live up to the standard his mother had set for him, and his marks were just too low for him to pay back all the effort his mother has put into raising a son all by herself. He had let her down utterly.

Confused and dejected, he was still weighing about the two options. “No, it was silly to end your life because of one failure” He kept consoling himself. However, the more he thought about it the more suicidal he became. Sam soon decided.

He reached his house door. After placing his bag down and taking his shoes off, he took the papers out form his bag. He clutched them tightly. Sam had chosen a final option, and it was the latter. He cautiously sat on the railing of the ledge. What a view it was from here. He could see the clouds, the luscious trees, and the tiny people below him. Sam could even feel the wind howling past his ears, brushing past his face. He shut his eyes for a moment, tasting all the sweet and bitter moments he spent with his mother, and whispered all so softly:

“Mummy, my marks are just too low. I have let you down. Sorry mummy…”

The boy and his computer

2005-06-07T05:51:00.000-07:00

The boy peered around gingerly. There was not a single soul in the corridor. He seized the opportunity and crept into the gents toilet His arms wrapped around his chest, and his shirt cloaking his portable computer. He headed for the last cubicle which was also the biggest one in the toilet. Supposingly only for disabled people, the cubicle now housed the boy and his pernicious plot to ruin the school.

Neither the fetor nor the sultriness detered him from sending the malicious virus into the school system. He was determined to hack into the school system, just once was enough for him. That single time would be enough to satisfy his thrill of hacking into such a big organization, that single time would give him infinite pride and self-esteem. He would probably even worship himself. That unfortunately, was his youthful mindset.

He quickly uploaded the virus into the system, erased all his tracks and he was done. Everything done all so professionally. Slipping the computer underneath his shirt, he walked out of the toilet ever so carefree, not a single tinge on his guilt. However, he was smirking. For he knew just the next day, the school would collaspe, and it would collaspe under his hands.

The guard saw the teen walk into the toilet. "That poor lad must have a weak bladder" He would always think so. However that was not the case. The teen had a clandestine purpose which had decieved the old guard all these years. The guard was the poor thing, not the teen. Just like after any typical visit to the toilet, the teen came out after a short period of time and wiped his hands dry. He staged his act all too well. He was sure to leave no loopholes and take no chances.

Oblivious to everyone was the fact that the teen, now a self acclaimed professional hacker, had just hacked into a government oganisation. In just that short period of time he had caused such colossal damage, imagine if time was not of the essence.

The teen strolled away, ever so carefree, not a single tinge on his guilt. He smirked ostentatiously,knowing the nation was going to collaspe, and it was going to collaspe under his hands.

My story

2005-05-29T07:39:00.000-07:00

I approached the door with apprehensive steps. I knew what lay behind-criticism, punishment, castigation and rejection. I clutched tightly to the papers in my hands. Though they were neither trembling nor sweating, my heart was pounding with utmost angst. I had to do it today. It was now or never. I grabbed the door knob and gently pushed the door.

Facing the computer, my father took no notice of me. I gingerly placed the papers on his desk just beside his computer, and crept behind him. He glanced at the papers, then at me. “What’s this?” He asked.

“These are my test papers” I replied.

He snatched the first paper. I t was English. I had carefully arranged the papers before that, so that the first and the last papers were my best subjects. He took the other.

“Fail!” He barked.

Immediately, he took the second then the third piece.

“Fail!” He barked once again.

Fortunately, my last paper assuaged his towering anger. However, forgive me he had not.

“Are you taking everything seriously, or do you think this is all a big joke? Why can’t you just put in that much more effort into your studies, and stop your skiving. We are doing our part, what about you Gabriel? Ask yourself?” My father muttered under his breath.

“You have intensive tuition and you still can fail! Look at Jeremy; if he can study on his on, why can’t you? All you know how to do is to play soccer and be engrossed in those stupid activities of yours. All those will get you nothing in life. If you do not want to study, think about your future? How are you going to survive in this world, in our society?” My mother added insult to injury.

After the papers were signed, they were flung into my face. I did not catch them. I did not want to. They fluttered to the parquet helplessly. I hated my parents now. They were bias; I could sense that all along. I did not have the looks compared to Jeremy, my brother, I did not have the wits compared to Jeremy, I did not have his hardworking, self-initiated spirit, and I did not posses his obedience. I had all that he did not. I was the family jinx, a disgrace good-for-nothing. All the trouble caused was always by me. All the bad things will always happen to me, by me. I am unwanted.

I wanted only to pursue my CCA, my zest toward it was strong. I was doing fairly well too. However, my parents did not care a single damn about it. They wanted me to study, when I did not want to. I hated to study; I hated it as much as my parents. From a young age, I had been left alone to slog. I needed them to be in front of me to guide me. However, they were not. I was not as self-initiated as Jeremy, thus I did not study.
Jeremy on the other hand, was so hardworking. I hated him too. He was a hypocrite who would always act so meek in front of his teachers and parents. With a turn of their backs, I become his outlet of anger. I had enough of this act. I wanted to pursue the things I like and break free from the parental bonds that are binding me from my progress. I want to break loose from the world of deception and choose my friends instead. They understand me better. They know what I am in school, they know me well. I can count on them.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I knew I was at fault, but not totally my fault. Splashing on the test papers, the top sheet of paper soon became opaque with tears. I knew in my heart that I was going to run toward freedom. Even if the price would mean the world. I picked up my test papers, gently wiping it dry, and walked out of the room.

Star Wars Ep 3 review

2005-05-23T06:13:00.000-07:00

Ok, so i watched SW afterall. On the whole is still acceptable. The plot is excellent, twisting and turning here and there. However one major flaw are the lightsabres, when they clash they produce this blinding light. And mind you this happens quite a few times in the show, bad for yor eyes. Bascically, the story is bout this kid with curly hair and his old man (not his father), who also repeadly claims that he is his fren. The curly hair boy gets this girl called pademe or paddymi.......watever....pregnant. Then he has this premonitions bout her dying. Before that they launch and attack on Drone king's ship. Curly rescues the chancellor and kills the vamp.- Doccccu. Then this chancellor-playtpus. Yeah! thin thats his name. So it turns out that playtpus is a bad guy. He is a SITH!!! And he is the Sith king! He makes use of the vulnerable curly and turns him over to the dark side. He promises curly that he can use the dark side of the force to save Pademe's life. Curly at first becomes very confuses, and even kills the bald brownie. The playtpus guy then rename Curly as the notorious Tomb Raider or was it Dove Vader. Then playtpus orders all the clones belonging to the republic to assasinate all the Jelli Knights. Also dunno how he do one??? The jellli CEO--- little green furby feels dam pek chek(sad). He go with old man to the jelli temple to find that Curly has slaughtered all the jelli kids. They deduced that he muz be very hungry lah. I mean hungry for power. So furbie fight playtpus with lightsabres. Tzap Tzap. Then they resort to the force and begin throwing plates at one another. Furbie surrenders and escapes in embarrasement. DV then fights his old man on Planet Krakatoa, after old man creeps into Pademe ship and follows her. Then they fight and fight. Finally, curly too hao lian(proud) and ganna slash. Wah lao! his legs and hands all ganna cut away! Then he farts and catches on fire. Burn Burn...Old man happy liao, so he went bac and follow Pademe to give birth. Mean while, playtpus comes to the aid of curly and saves him. Because he suffered 128347298483729 degree burns, his flesh all melted, somore no more hair. Look dam fugly. HAHAHAHA!! Then they try and repair him, while Pedeme give birth to luke and leia. The she dies. Ohhhhhhhh...So it was decided that the senator of orange land(an extra caracter) keep leia and old man keep luke, to train him to. Furbie went to live in seclusion.
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