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VenusBetty: Then your husband must be wicked, you'll break down sooner than expected. Aint you for pro creation too?He must be wicked? Really!? |
Women Sha |
Over 3 months and I have only slept with my generator running for like 3 times. The light in Oniru has been amazingly good to say the least. |
How much were the tickets and who performed? ![]() |
Teacher: Class, who can tell me Newtons First Law of motion. The class fell deathly silent. The only hands that were flailing in the air like victims of a wrecked ship trying to catch the attention of a plane flying overhead were those of the usual suspects, the smart kids, Bee and co. You know them, they always seat in front, never get into trouble, zero truancy record, first in every test and loved by all the teachers. I hated them so much, always making the rest of us look bad. I on the other hand was a perpetual back-benchers club member and though I wasn't a dumb student, I couldn't be bothered to make any effort to learn or listen in class, plus being a 'hard man' was cool then and Hard men were not bookworms. So as usual, I was not paying any attention in this Physics either. Teacher: Blockus, stand up. I was stunned to hear my name as all the heads turned in my direction. I clammed up, palms got sweaty, knees trembling under my weight as I lifted myself upright. All those eyes starring at me, some looked like they were enjoying seeing me in the spotlight. I felt naked. But in all of the probably over 100 eyes looking at me, only one pair bothered me. Blockus: Erm, What was the question again? The class broke out laughing. Even my fellow back benchers and 'hard men' enjoyed a good laugh at my misfortune, disloyal Mutherforkers. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see her looking at me. But unlike the rest of the faces looking at me in amusement, hers was more compassionate. Like she was bothered about me. Like she shared in my embarrassment. I cant believe this, I am about to make a mockery of myself in front of the whole class and more importantly, in front of the one girl I loved the most. Teacher: What's Newtons first Law of motion? I could see him stroking his cane in his hands like he was warming it up in preparation for what was to come next. I don die today I thought to my self. Think! Think!! Think!!! I was beating myself up inside, trying hard to remember. Pfft! I give up, I am definitely going down. Well, I guess it's time to get into game mode, Hard Man mode activated. ![]() Blockus: Erm, Who is Newton sir? The class broke down in thunderous laughter, everyone was cracking up hard. Still conscious of her, I could see her smiling, but she didn't quite seem to find my being a nuisance in class too funny. "Come here Now" the Teacher ordered, I started to make my way to the front of the class, 'bouncing' like a hard man and mentally psyching myself up for the asswhooping I was about to receive in front of the whole class and most especially in front of Anne, the most beautiful girl in the world at that time. Anne was a Science student in my SSS1 class, she was light skinned, just a little under 5ft, had well set hips and the biggest jugs on my class. She was quite intelligent and had the most beautiful cursive handwriting i had ever seen and most importantly, she liked me just as much as I did her. I on the other hand was a wannabe bad boy, hung with the 'hardest men', was always disrupting classes, always top five on the noise makers list and very lazy with my education. However, I was the ladies man as well and all the 'it' girls were my friends. I started talking to her passively through her friends and tried hard to mask my feelings towards her. She would always take my notes and copy in all the lecture notes for me and even bring her assignment to me in the morning for me to copy off of as she knew I never did my school home works. she however always tried to push me to focus more on my studies as often as she could but I never heeded her advice. This our Mickey mouse relationship went on all through SSS1 until we entered the next class which I somehow again narrowly passed into until one day, after she had copied my notes once again and handed them to me, she slipped a neatly folded single sheet of paper into my hands and hurried walked away at an unusual pace blushing as she did, the would be my first Love letter ever. I tucked it into my pocket and my heart rate never went down for the entire duration of that days school and as soon as the bell rang for end of school, I was first out of class, heading for a secluded spot inside the school to open up that letter. ![]() So we began exchanging these sort of letters often and every time she wrote me, I had an e-rection reading her letters. Soon enough, we started hanging out more openly and at some point, we were officially recognized as a couple in school as we walked to the bustop together after classes and hung out during ouch and inbetween classes. We would hug, I would sling my arms around her neck when we walked but we had never kissed or been intimate in the deeper sense of the word. Though I had a tough guy facade that I struggled to keep up, I was probably even more shy than she was being raised in a house full of girls and no male figure to look up to made me even more of Biitch and darn too naive in front of the opposite sex. Our relationship again continued like that into SSS 3 until one day during one of the extra-mural classes in preparation for or SSCE. To be continued... ![]() |
ERTHAENIGMA: no. Being single means no one finds you special. You're just an ordinary girl with ordinary tits,ordinary @ss and ordinary brazilian, sorry, german hair. And that sucks ![]() |
I would tell my story which I promise would make a very interesting read only if, |
OP, what do you want these friends to do for you? And why do you think they owe you any help? |
![]() More money, more problems.. |
MISSYTOSIN: Yesi will kiss you anywhere, anytime. |
Hmmmm, My first love. I don't think it would be an appropriate story for the romance section. |
Congratulations on coming 4th.. ![]() |


she however always tried to push me to focus more on my studies as often as she could but I never heeded her advice. This our Mickey mouse relationship went on all through SSS1 until we entered the next class which I somehow again narrowly passed into until one day, after she had copied my notes once again and handed them to me, she slipped a neatly folded single sheet of paper into my hands and hurried walked away at an unusual pace blushing as she did, the would be my first Love letter ever. I tucked it into my pocket and my heart rate never went down for the entire duration of that days school and as soon as the bell rang for end of school, I was first out of class, heading for a secluded spot inside the school to open up that letter.