Xepele 2010

The post title is actually the name of my former class while i were in 10th grade.

What I love the most about the class?

1. They welcome me, no matter how freak I am
2. I learn a lot there, a lot more than just educational stuffs
   
3. I had a lot of fun. And by saying a lot i do mean a lot
4. I met cool people, which now mostly I became close friends with
5. I knew this wonderful, dimpled, sideburned boy through this class; But most of all,
6. I can be me there

It's like all-in-one, you know? I love them, I love that class. They bring me joy spirit zestfulness and whatnot. I know I'm being such a spoiled kid here but who cares, i miss them. I do.

But come to think about my first time there. Pretty much like right now. Yes now, that I'm in the new class of eleventh graders. So then I hope this year will be as wonderful as one i experienced in Xepele. Well, more, if it can possibly be. Amen.

So how's your new classes? Anything you wanna share?

My so-called first first post

I lost count on how much first post I've posted.

So perhaps I'll consider this the first first. For starter, the name is Nunu. I wont write the cliché hey-this-is-my-first-post-here-is-my-biography thing, cause then again, i've lost count on how many first post of that kind i've posted. Yes, you can say I'm bored.

Well why am I creating another blog? I don't know, i just read this blog of my not-so-close friend, it has run for around three years. And what surprises me more is that the friend i've mentioned is actually a boy. A non-organized type of boy, i should stress you. I'm inspired. Perhaps.

Okay let me tell you about my weekend. My weekend sucks.
I just started to be an eleventh grader this month. I don't know, maybe the three-week holiday is too long for a lazy person like me or whatever, but i just find schooling is quite tiring these days. I'm so slothful i hate school so much it hurts. Judge me.

But hell do I have a choice? NO, with caps. So during workdays I still go to school, take notes, studying, exercising and whatnot. It's five days full of moaaaaanss, for Merlin's beard. I cannot wait to see Saturday the very first time i opened my eyes on Monday.

Hey you who read this and happened to share the same feeling, would you please be kind enough to let me know that I'm not the only person who felt this in the whole world? You can use the comment field. Thankyou

So finally, yesterday was Saturday. And today is Sunday.

Why ain't I happy?

CAUSE I DON'T HAVE ANY EFFIN' PARTNER, WHOEVER, TO SHARE MY HEY-I'VE-WAITED-THE-WHOLE-FIVE-WORKDAYS-FOR-
THIS-WEEKEND-TO-COME TIME

It's just sad, you know? So i just stayed up late, drank liters of Cola, get fattened up and whatever. I woke up at half past nine and now is 1:23 PM and i haven't take any bath nor shower yet, for I have no shampoo and conditioner to wash my hair with. And what's worse is that tomorrow's Monday and I have to go to school and wait for weekend. Again.

Thank God Wednesday's free.