NOstalgia

In case you’re wondering, I’m Zairus. My blog posts, in my opinion are a bit good. Though I am really begging you to follow through all the episodes until we reach the season ender of my posts. I hope someone, someday, somewhere out there, will read these and refer to it as the basis of another anime! WOW! Anyway, I came in late at school… what a start… then we watched some documentary thingamabob and saw that there were drug-using teenagers and crazy gang riots. I clearly see that this is part of poor living. It is clear as well that we are lucky compared to them. Compared to their low allowances, houses, utensils, clothes, problems and allowances, we cannot say anything else! I saw that there are these groups and they speak of riots. The school also brings no lesser action and suspense. Here at “Brawnssville high” don’t wanna mention our school, y’now (it’s the reputation/privacy thing), two students tried to nuke out and rip the pink, squishy nipples out of each other because of things very incocievable like initiative and blame games! Let’s name them Sandy and Helga. They were both officers of the Drama Club. They were in charge of the fees. They were out the classroom because of this. To do this, you need a letter signed by principal Bragadocio so she be noted of the said activities. The argument started when no letter of approval came to pricipal Bragadocio. Sandy blamed Helga for this! She was spitting out some sort of “Iitiative factor” which she thinks Helga lacks. Helga licked back something of a different ground such as:”you-didn’t-call-for-me-to-do-that factor.” It could have been ok but the teachers scolded them for the lack of coordination pertaining to the unmade letter. This is where the fire started. Many were dumbstruck and those who were already dumb were more dumbstruck! The fight began with a mind-flaring act! Sandy gave a left, and a right, and quickly grabbed Helga’s hair and shaved it with a blunt razor! Helga fought back mindfully. She did a karate low-kick and shoved Sandy’s mouth with Nathan’s metal kick pad. I thought it was getting horrendously morbid, with bloodspill everywhere. There was the axe, the chainsaw, the long fingernails, the icepick, the poisonous chalk, the alien Koi-fish, the European exchange student, the salt-seasoned drill and the usual backbreaking sledgehammers! In the end, I think the points were carried out and a good mind game was played, for no one was harmed. They didn’t actually hit each other. It was all in their minds! Haha, gotcha on that one! The truth is, they were stopped by concerned citizens and stuff, then cried. How long must we blame each other for things that are not to be blamed to others? Cannot we coexist in peace? Will I become a good dart player? Though one of my darts has been broken due to excess misses, I am still hoping to win! That is my way of the marksman.

Then, I ride the tricycle, waiting to go home…

Wouldn’t it be hard for Harry Potter to let go his pet owl Hedwig? It would be! Considering that Hedwig is adorable, noisy, had white furcoat-worthy feathers, and flawless. Also consider that hedwig had large, googoo eyes. Awww……………….

Actually I had an owl too. Had her as in had her as a very close friend of mine. She’s pretty cutr, although sometimes I think shes a penguin because she can’t fly, cause we just found her and I took charge, but I don’t claim her as mine. I said:”that can’t be! Shes an owl! She must learn how to fly!” So I gave her a few muffins every time she flies to school just to see us, thinking doubtfully if this can be the key for her to learn the owl-istic ways on flight. She eats them, all right, but only half the satisfaction was printed all over her eyes. So I asked my good animal lover pals, Frankie and Monty, if they know how to make a bird happy.”Take her to us for a while. We’ll take care of her like she’s our sister.” I felt sad, but I love the bird, and what’s best for the owl must come first! Thus, the two treated her like a sibling. Protecting her from crows, stroking her feathers and all of that stuff. Eventually, I noticed that Richie did the works more than Frankie does, but the owl, surprisingly, liked Frankie more! Strange! Umm… whatever! Let’s cut the story! One day, the bird flew by my window and just perched there. Seems like she flew away from those two… I missed her so much and stroke her feathers. There, I noticed, it’s still not working, but I cared for her anyway. Weeks later, the owl was gone! Only to realize that she is with a MAya bird flying around the paRK singing songs of friendship. The owl hardly noticed me. “I was with her for years! Can’t she remember me?” I asked Sir Duddy, the school vet, why she doesn’t recognize me. “Perhaps she just doesn’t like you. I told you to just stick to gardening and planting flowers.” EVERR wondered how it feels like to lose a friend you loved? mine flew away…I was just telling a story so sorry if it sucks… man! 

Then, I ride the tricycle, waiting to go home…