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…