Reflections 4: the one thats been long due.

Okay, so I’ve been a naughty girl.

I haven’t been doing my reflections on time.

But hey! I’ve got a perfectly ‘valid’ (in my opinion, that is) reason okay!

The workload is starting to get to me.

“why then are the others able to get their work done on time?”, one may inquire.

You see, different people operate in different ways.

Like say for example if you compare Vivian and myself.

She’s REALLY efficient in getting her work done (no really, I mean it) whereas I, miss yeo, can take eons to get ONE piece of work done!

My speed of working or making progress when doing work is sometimes close to zero even after an hour of working at it.

So you can pretty much imagine how late I stay up till on certain nights to get all my work done while my dear friend Vivian is happily in dreamland.

-sighs in envy-

I cannot help but just envy the lucky her.

So shoot me for being a slow worker.

 

 

Anyway, back to business.

Throughout this past week, I’ve been pondering on what to put in my reflections, be it while poo-ing, brushing my teeth, or bathing even! (Okay, so my brain seems to function at its peak in the toilet… note to self: deal with it you moron!)

So we caught this movie (which I enjoyed) in class – ‘Election’ starring Reese Witherspoon (ahh.. her husband’s so HAWT! –fawns-) and Matthew Broderick about this high school girl who has this immense desire to win the student council election though there is hardly any need for it since initially, she was the sole candidate running for president. –shrugs and rolls eyes the Mr Emilio way- (we also see later in the film that there is only ONE person running for vice-president! – ahh there! See?! There wasn’t even a need for an election in the first place! Gee man.. Was the election for show or something?)

 

 

While doing my very ahem, serious business in the toilet one night, it suddenly hit me that I could talk about my experience in being a school prefect (waaaaaay back in primary school) as well as my thoughts about the student council in the college I went to for a year.

 

 

Well you see… I was one of those stuck-up, snobbish school prefects in primary school (whom all the other kids was certain they would murder, one fine day) who thought we were elites in the school being the “chosen ones” and having the privilege to go through a year of training (prefects-in-training we were before we went through the whole “prefects’ investiture” process and were “promoted” prefects. Oh yayy!)

 

 

I remember being able to get away with absolutely everything just because I was a prefect. Not to forget, the many concessions of being a prefect which comprised of being able to go for recess twenty minutes before the supposed release time (missing close to one period of lessons every day before recess), being able to basically do everything that the ‘commoners’ couldn’t do and get away with… And who could ever forget, getting back at those who did no justice to you (eg: those who disliked us or refused to lend us their pretty pencils and what-not) by finding fault with them and giving them a booking slip thus being about DETENTION. Muahahahahahaha!! –throws back head in evil laughter-

 

 

The most ironic thing was that we were to book those who were running along the corridors and to do so, we ourselves had to run after them to get their details. I recall the times whereby I was running along the corridor (for my own reasons) and was stopped by teachers. I ended up cooking up stories and lies about trying to catch the other girls in front of me who were running; to get their names down for detention. To add to that, since prefects didn’t have to go for assembly in the mornings because we were patrolling the different classroom levels, I hark back to the memories where I would ever so hardworking-ly copy my friends’ homework, scribbling untidily and making sure I got myself covered all the time and kept myself out of trouble.

 

 

It keeps me in awe till today, how my mind at a tender age of 9, worked so miraculously evilly.

 

 

Rest assured though, that the mechanics in my mind have long since slowed down as I age as every day passes, my mind becoming all haggard and wrinkly, that I no longer think and work the way I did as a child.

 

 

 

 

Reckon why?

 

 

Well that’s cause I’ve evolved in a far much worse villain – SEXY SONIA!!

 

HURHURHUR!!!