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The marks of Zorro. Zorro may leave a "Z" mark... but...

The marks of Blood. Red ballpoint pens may leave a deadly grade or a surprisingly passing grade. And I'm too lucky to have some of those surprisingly passing grade but... most of my grade are F. *(-_-)* huhu

Do you know what we did this week? We checked, checked and checked. And guess what? We checked again. And I almost forgot to tell you that we checked also. :-))

PTs are so hard to check for after checking other's paper, you'll see the red mark that is encircled on the upper right part of the first page of your Periodic test and guess what [as usual] it's a failure. Failures that piled up in your bag that you'll let your parents to sign. Parents that will scold you for this even if you studied so hard. And this insolence placed me in the same ground wherein I am still happy for I will never give up. This alchemy of life that I'll be stucked in forever [though forever does not exist].

But why am I here, in this dimension, in this planet and in this time plane where I'm going to suffer those offensive words given to me, suffer these damn sermons from these old people who I can say are so dominating, and face the truth that slowly kills our momentum of living ecstaticly, the truth that all of us will die. And this death may be the greatest thing that can happen to all of us for we are just temporary things in this dimension, in this planet and in this time plane.

I hope a time fault would happen if I'm going to die so that I won't feel the pain and will not see the marks of my own blood on my t-shirt.

Speaking of blood marks on clothes, do you know what I discovered last Thursday? I have ments on the back of my polo. Damn!