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Tuesday, August 16, 2005
The story of the grimace of a fecal luck is something really really out of luck and it rottens.
The boy didnt get to submit his work on time by four. At that particular minute before the clock ticked to the dead hr, he and his few other classmates were still on printing and it did occurr to them that they were so fucking late, but still late submissions are the last resorts however deductions may be made.
Well, but one thing's for sure, it was really a bad way to waste the money. I'd rather save it to put on the shopping lists. Each printing costs FIVE freaking bucks per A1sheet when in school it only takes sixtycents using a card which they had to purchase for 50bucks if they're even interested for that matter.
Overall, they spent much much more on this 10% submission than the rest and the money that they spent was quite wasting due to being late. Of course that is rotten.
The reason being not to print in school is due to the manymany pple on the queue to print. That particular pathetic boy, had waited from 2pm in line, but still it really takes such long time that left him with an exit of dumbness.
Earlier that afternoon, before he felt like a failure, he was in utter good mood as he thought he had done with his thing, and even set out to lunch. The boy had printed in school at noon when the queue was indeed so short and free, he had printed it twice due to the first attempt of wrong scale. It was until he finished his meal and back to start coloring his big piece of paper that he realised his mistakes od the calculation areas. the area of the building was twice bigger than the actual he had recalculated as he absentmindedly took the area of the circle to - pie times square diameter, instead of radius.
So there you go, with this pitiful fella who experienced the wonders of being happy to be right on time and the sorrows of lateness.
And so, he felt so undefined. Quite refine but not very fine, walking home looking down glumly. Somehow, he heard a motorbike passed from behind and turned to see the rider and the pillion waving at him and shouting goodbyes. It was the makcik and pakcik from foodcourt 1. How friendly and angelic they are, he thought and returned a smile.
Thank You. And he said silently.
8/16/2005 01:05:00 AM