You rack your brains over how to access the holographic journal's ineternal memory, carefully protected by an elaborate page-flipping password safe-like combination. You scan the list left behind by the journal's owner, hoping to see a pattern where your de-encryptor failed. You find none, putting that aside, you return to unread entries, trying to unravel more about the author.
3 April
Today was weird and (sometimes humourous)difficult day. It also rained heavily and drenched me pants.
First up was the school's hall session, to see candidates for Student Council. It does not resemble elections, but rather a gimmick show by each candidate. Some sang, some danced, some rapped, some spoke, some joke, some just did plain mind-baffling stuff. One cut his hair on stage to show determination. (Respect) The other purposely fell over his feet and held the microphone in a unique angle, to what purpose I did not know. (again respect) One tore his script.(Respect one more time) Nevertheless, It should be understandable as people had only short time and we won't know enough about candidates to vote anyway.
Sad to say, I didn't pay much attention. Too much rip-offs from many sources of popular culture left me laughing.
Next was slightly not so nice to say due to nature of the event(and because it was about lessons and the consequences of getting caught was suspension/expulsion which can be a good break from school but liable to bore me) talking about it in an unfavorable light, because it concerns higher authority. So I won't speak about it. Nevertheless, its effect was dazzling and touched me. That's enough already.
Well, its frustrating to try and speak without offense to anyone I might be friends with or could be friends with or important aquaintances. Welcome to an era of libel lawsuits, the perfect way against any one who badmouths you. (Why doesn't it happen to me?)
Lets face it, someone does something nasty to you, you react back by lashing out. Izzat even nice? Sometimes its inevitable that one's fuse might blow.
[the author sees a platoon of soldiers behind a sandbag wall and they yell "Fire in the hole". They all lob grenades or sticks of dynamite]
I dunno how to best deal with that problem, but I think, trying to swallow it down is a bad way, so is deflecting it, ignoring it only serves to reinforce its presence in you. The source of irritation would be likely persist and would eventualy overcome one's fuse.
Neither is it very good to return fire, both sides get burnt.
[Armies on both sides in trenches, soldiers come in big batches and leave in stretchers.]
Lets just face it, even if I had the answer, sometime or another, it would fail, and where's the fun in life if answers are leaked?
[Author in bathroom, he sees a leak in the pipes and soon, the bathroom is flooded, Water bills sky-rocket]
On a brighter note, a classmate's birthday is tomorrow! (not mine) I got a present to top all present. I'll have a picture, the next time. it was handmade.
Codes sound like great fun, except that I dunno what to do. I can transmit sublimal messages. Woohoo! No one would know what I talk about, for I will outsmart them. Muhahaha.
[Monkey comes in with a file labeled de-encrypted entries and dated 5 minutes ago]
-.-"
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