Monday, August 20, 2007 10:39 PM
20th august 2007Day a hundred and twenty nine.
i seriously do have something against black things. im not kidding. i always seem to scream whenever im in contact view of a black thing. i had two incidences with black things and im never going to scare myself over another one again. the last one was a good enugh scare that left me shaken.
the first incident was at the chemistry labs.
trust me. you do not want to bad mouth other people not in their presence. well not in the sense that you ought to say it in front of the person, you'll just risk a beating. but say, if youre saying all those stuff and a BIG tall black guy comes out from behind the blind corner and before you get to finish your sentence of 'oh that's muru. the big...' you see him poof just round the corner. you get a shock of your life. unexpected and at the worst times ever. he heard you talking about him and questions your identity. for a friendship that started out like that i wonder if it has any ends. HAHA. ive seen him a couple more times in school with the same scare. although big in stature, he always seems to be hiding and popping at moments when you expect the least. and the worst thing is.
he's tall big and black. ( no offence but yeah)
the second incident happened today. and trust me after what happened today. im never making friends with those two again. guys are a nuisance especially when they pick on small girls like me. thanks a lot. im scared enough of black things after what you two did to me today. their excuse. 'oh it's just a small little caterpillar'
number one. it's not small. (it's the size and width of my forefinger )
number two. IT'S BLACK AND FURY.
number three. i was this close with it when i came face to face with it. it was horrible.
they were nice enough to just let me know of its existence sliding against the wall beside me when my face with directly opposite it. 'amanda! look!'
max pointed at something on the wall.
'what.'
i turned to face the wall.
the next thing i knew,
i came face to face with this BIG small fury black caterpillar. YIKES.
'O...M...G! OMG!'
all i remembered was that i ran screaming covering my eyes.
it was horrible.
i held unto my books tightly, my fingers were losing their grip on me.
they laughed.
everyone else stared at the two idiots.
it was a close shelter with only the side ends open so my volume kind of echoed throughout.
i squat down in my tracks and covered my ears.
they laughed futher on.
'not funny k'
'im shit scared'
'but amanda, it's so nice to see you scared.'
'thanks a lot huh.'
i exacted revenge to them two later on. whacking.
we walked past that THING again.
he pushed me nearer to it
'amanda, say goodbye to it'
'like what!' do you want me to whack you again?'
i pushed to aside totally avoiding that creature.
'im going to have nightmares tonight'
'serious?'
'like duh. i'll see a small black fury thing in my dreams'
'i think im paranoid over black things already'
'first, muru now this what else more?'
i have never met or seen a guy who can bargain and wail so much like a woman till ive seen one today at chemistry. im not kidding. he could so easily pass off as one of your average housewives who bargain at the wet markets for the lowest prices and still not getting any satisfaction from their bargain. that's shayma for you. women, you have a new lead. vote for shayma to represent us in the next women's rights meeting. im sure he'll input many more new rules and legislative measures to ensure we women have equal freedom and rights.
the rest of the class just listen in while the two of them went on and on about how much sulphuric acid needed to be added to the reaction. he bargained that there wasnt enough of the acid to react with the iron, the other begged to differ. it was almost similar to that of a wet market scene. shayma didnt seem satisfied with frank's last answer after all the calculations set forth that showed that there was EXCESS of the acid. for which, the iron would have react all with the acid. both of them didnt want to put down their argument. it went on till class period was over. i tell you. we girls, have never seen a guy argue so much over a stupid question.
frank was going through the questions in the practical test we had just days ago.
list and discuss three sources of uncertainty in this experiment. frank went on and explained whats the difference between uncertainty and errors in the experiment. he used examples.
'like for example, if someone knocks you in the side while youre pouring your solution
causing you to spill it over'
'that's an error'
'or like when max was sitting on the tabletop while you were weighing your iron ore sample, and you get an inaccurate reading,
'that's an error'
we all laughed at this notion.
'uncertainties are things you cannot determine like the conc. of permanganate sol you used'
'or like,'
'if you say we went out drinking last night, and complain you had blur vision so you saw the readings on the burrette wrongly. that's an error.'
at this point. shayma looked at me. sniggered so much so that everyone else looked at me.'
'WHAT!'
i exclaimed in disbelief. i cant believe he made me sound as though i went drinking last night. i totally did not.
frank looked at me and smirked so much that i had to clear my name from this utter inexcusable assumption.
'i did not!' (tries to act innocent)
wait. i am innocent.
it was just half a mark that you lost to me. ( he stuck up his index finger to show that he need one more mark to get full marks of a 20) i replied with half an index finger showing him that all i needed was a half mark more. he didnt like the look of that. i won him just this once after so long of him winning by mere marks. good sportmanship means you admit defeat to a girl who beat you. cmon, its not likely i'd beat you in the next test either. so pull up your pants and i'll pull up mine also.
i think im suffering from a serious case of short term memory (s.t.m) i think it's getting bad. real bad. just in one week alone. i have forgotten several things. like where i placed my stuff and whether i have done my tasks. it's a good thing i do not forget doing homework.
during the weekend, i lost my transperth card of which i use it to catch the buses around the suburbs and to school. it was terrible. i couldnt sleep well thinking of all the trouble that i have to go to in order to rectify the matter at hand. i had to dig into my coins to pay for my bus rides. before, you start worrying. i have found it just today. apparently, i left it while photocopying my economics article. the librarian saved it for me. when i found it, you cant imagine my jubilee in finding it. it was like searching for a needle in a haystack ( not literally but the amounts of worrying and trouble i went through in order to find it)
i ran to my friend all the way across the corridor.
everyone looked at my sudden rush towards her.
i couldnt care less, i was extremely happy.
'oh gosh! i could kiss you right now!'
okay, i know that's strange for a girl to say that to another. but i was really overly happ-ied.
no worries. everyone was wide eyed at this point even my friend.
they just think im crazy.
just in one day. i found something that belonged to me and yet i lost another. this time around, my pen. my black pen. gosh. ( slaps self hard) how can i be so forgetful. where did i leave it? library i think. i pulled michelle along to find it with me. there it lay on the computer side table. a huge sigh of relieve. finally no more losing stuff please amanda. you cant afford to lose anymore.
somehow, word got around school of muru's fanstatic pictures of his victory in pulling himself up. everyone's talking about it. im glad i didnt have to hear it. i got the opportunity to see it for myself.
