moved entries persons timewarp |
therealshard
say: fawaz as complete as it gets
please refrain from using
. credits
Icon: LJ/sixthmile |
moved
|
miscommunication
Written on: Thursday, July 10, 2008
if you can hear a voice narrate this post, let that voice be low and soft, just above a whisper.Time: 10:41 PM during pw, a strange occurence took place. I. DIDN'T. PAY. ATTENTION. actually its damn common. ON TO THE STORY. it was 10.34 am, the sky was clear. the proceedings of this incident can only be understood via the aid of a professionally-drawn, highly complex diagram, henceforth known as Fig 1: LEGEND AN:ANGELINE AM:AMELINA TEACHER: PW TEACHER, ALTHOUGH SHE DID NOT TAKE UP THAT MUCH SPACE TABLE: FURNITURE WHICH WE OCCASIONALLY SIT ON the following takes place in chronological order, right after where i left of in the paragraph preceeding the legend. i was feeling bored. i noticed AN's (ok fine ah angie's) phone on the table. she was across the room, oblivious. i noticed the mentos box. almost the same size as her phone. with slick movements, i swapped the phone for the box. i took a quick glance across the room; no one had noticed. i said: "angie, is this your phone?" "um, yeah?" hastily, i decided to throw the phone. in my indecision, the phone travelled the resultant of two intended courses of trajectory: towards the floor and somewhere behind angie. due to my error and the unexpected lightness and unflyability of the box, the 'phone' went sailing right towards am. in shock and suddenly aware of the 'phone' hurtling to its doom, she reacted. and caught it. and it slipped. and she caught it again. had it been a real phone, it would have survived. my mouth went dry. prior to this incident, i was doubtful that aliens existed. my world was turned upside-down today. cos i saw one on my way home from school. BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT. although i must have caused her a lot of unnecessary distress at that moment, a brilliant catch was made. and angie was still in half shock. and akaash must have exclaimed, for i heard a loud booming voice. jen wei was laughing. mrs lim was busy. the phone was safe.
i laughed. on to another story. the newspaper needs a new column titled 'the bizarre'. this article should have been there: here's a summary:
the time has now come for me to sleep. they must not know i am capable of functioning when mars is bright. it is my secret, and my burden forever. |
moved
|
persons
|
timewarp
OR
|