Lol. I don’t know why, but Zac Efron reminds me of Lord Voldemort xD. Hm. It’s probably cos he has a screwed nose. And he’s ugly too rofl.

WE’RE SOARING… WE’RE FLYING.. THERE’S NOT A STAR IN HEAVEN WE CAN’T REACH OHHHH

LOL.

Was watching High School Musical 2 last night. It was alright besides the fact that the music absolutely SUCKED. Lol. God. Arhaha it was so funny when Zac Efron/Troy was singing the song on the grass or something. LOL he was so into it. Couldn’t stop laughing manns =D

And yes, Tommy’s blogging again. Mainly cos I’m bored but yea. Also cos I’m here to dis High School Musical 2.

Omgomgomg. LOL there’s gonna be a… HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL ON ICE LOL. Mann that is funny shit. And on TV it’s like…

OHHH HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL SINGSTARR OMG ON NINTENDO WII AND PLAYSTATION TWO =O

Oh the joy LOL. Mann the Songs absolutely SUCKED. And I rekn Vanessa Hudgens looks weird with black hair lol. But that’s just my opinion rofl.

What I cannot believe is that…. RYAN GOES OUT WITH THE FAT HIP HOP CHIQQUE! Whoah that’s hard to believe lol.

Okaii now. I should stop being lame and commenting on High School Musical 2. Meh. Ohwells. At least it was better then the first one.

Sharpay makes me laugh lol.

Anyways.

So it was Bobbyboy's last day at school on Friday. Hm. Naww There's gonna be one less Sg-er bouncing to greet me and jerry in the morning. lol. I always thought Bob looked like a frog when in Sports uniform. BRIGHT GREEN =D. ANd with the jumping up and down.. well there you go. ITS A FROG! =D

Enjoy Canada/China bobby. AND DON"T FORGET TO BLOG FROM WHEREVER YOU ARE!

That goes the same for the rest of sg -glares- hmph. ohh china bans blogger == great. Well. You know what to do. Send your posts to me/pat and then we'll post them up =D

Ahaha. Fred and George are probs be meeting in Guangzhou. Jerry might meet bob in.. Beijing? iono. Pats off to the gold coast. Well, as Bob says... I'll go on one of my non-existent SG outings then xP

REMEMBER TO TAKE LOTS OF PICTURES. LOL

Get fake lonsdales/converse/adidas/whatever from China, get fob hair (LOL no ==) Go to those asian BLACK MARKETS LOL. xD. omgomgomg

Go up to a non-chinese tourist in China and talk to them in broken English with a chinese accent. lol like that guy from the documentary filewood showed us of South-east china xD. oh yea. and you'll be freezing to death in China. since it's winter there. DON'T FORGET TO WEAR 5000 LAYERS OF CLOTHING LOL.

Okaii. i should shut up now. =D

-- Tommy =]

hotmail.com hotmail.com hotmail.com hotmail.com hotmail.com hotmail.com

Don't you reckon hotmail.com is such a fun thing to type? Extremely fun! =) When I'm bored and I need to move my fingers, I just imaginarily type "hotmail.com" on the table and I'm not bored anymore! How interesting!

My dad has, yet again, rearranged the furniture in the study. No wonder I always can't find anything and I'm so forgetful. I didn't even get used to how the furniture was arranged before. ==" Right now, my laptop has been pushed onto the other end of the EXTREMELY BIG desk and I have a new keyboard connected to it because my dad though it was bad how the laptop screen was so close to me before.

So now, the screen is like, 2 metres away from the keyboard and where I can so I can barely see the screen. =___= Stupid furniture.

I seriously can't write anythinggggg~ Guess who this is?

Oh, wadaya know?
It's

Fred.
Another week gone, 2 weeks left until that dreadful period for over half a term with no friends, no life, fattening up stuffing yourself with 2% fat free china food.. population dying from excess of carbon dioxide...

=]] TODAY IS MY LUCKY DAY!!

Say: why jery?

Hehehehe [unable to control laughter and excitement] THIS MORNING as i sat down on the bench at the bus stop, i was half gazing into the radiating UV rays of the sun, [at the same time my pupils wer fading] and half growing melanomas. WHEN: -looks down when sun's rays become slightly overpowering- hmmm? what is THIS? I do not recall having curry for breakfast, let alone eating with my fingers...

OH FUCK -quickly glances around to make sure noone had noticed or was glaring in disgust-

The particles of matter had been absorbed through numerous loactions of me including my skirt, my shirt (which today looked innocently enough like one of my typical chocolate/tuna sauce stains thank god), the skin on my THUMB and MY WALLET!! >___<

NOT ONLY was the matter curry-resembling, it contained TWO TYPES OF PARTICLES =OO. There was that clear straw-pigmented liquid in which the black/brown solid particles flowed. When i looked closelier, there were remnants of seedy looking organisms which, jusdging with my archaeological expertise, came from the INTERIOR OF A VARITEY OF FOODS SUCH AS FRUIT, NUTS AND SEEDS (alas, she pays attention in class) which were presumably used to form clumps in faeces to speed up the expellsion from the ANUS.

OHH the expertise! I could become a faeciologist one day =]]

boy, i love you so
just look in these eyes, they'll tell you where this could go
I just want you to know

haha, welcome to our new skin + song.

anyways, yesterday I hurried out of the Baulkham Hills High school gates at 1:45 pm and powerwalked a kilomtre up to old northem road to catch the 630 hillsbus to get to the orthodontist while trying to comprehend the crinkled map i printed out from tripplanner.com. arriving 20 minutes early, i sat at the busstop eating my pear when.. "HEY ISNT THAT THE 630 SPEEDING OFF ON THE OTHER SIDE OF OLD NORTHERN ROAD GOIGN INT HE OPPOSITE DIRECTION??"

Then, glaring furiously at my map again, i found that there was an arrow pointing to the left side on old northern road -___-'''

Several buses passed and stopped, and the panic in me bubbled and overloaded like Jerry's pro testing for hydrogen and oxygen compound pracical. As each bus passed, I clambered up the steps to ask the driver if "does this bus by any chance stop at epping?"

They would glare at me like all busdrivers do speddily and yell at me to look at the front of the bus, when they could have saved everyons some energy and told me nicely. Then half an hour later i would reach the front of the bus and read "Blacktown route 4" or something. Running back to school so i would not be stranded in the middle of castle hill, tears formed in the corner of my eyes as i felt the forlornness surrounding by teeming traffic, the exposure, and harm, the-

-sees everyone tutting unbelievingly-

ok --''

cyah on monday everyone. excpet bobby =(
have fun and avoide visiting universities in america! <3

jelly~



Sometimes I wonder if my computer has a mind on its own. For example, if it's happy, such as today, it will allow me to access blogger, yet on other days, alongside its long-lost friend SAFE EYES (courtesy of Department of Ed) will block it completely so I cannot post at all. And that normally happens on Mondays.

I SWEAR IT HAS MIND ON ITS OWN =\ Rawwrrr ..

So today was Bob's last day of the year with 8G as she's flying to Canada and to China for the Christmas - take care and have fun ! Hope there's no .. SNAKES ON A PLANE =P or else just catch one and make soup with it like those Chinese people. o_0

Anyways, the highlight and quote of the day goes to James during English..

" I'M THE FAMOUS NUTCRACKER !!"

- Kicks Justin's .. -

ROFL xDDD HAHAHAHHAA .. trust him to think of something like this. And then CONSEQUENTLY we were sent back to boring C17 as Blastova thought it was too "inappropriate" for young viewers..

Aw I'm going to miss moments like these next year when we're no longer THE 8G. Where has this year gone? Seems like only yesterday when we were listening to Sir Albakasheer's adventures and getting lost in B block with our wheelie bags and unhemmed skirts with ties. Only yesterday when we finally learnt how to pronounce half of the people's names in our class. Only yesterday when we were able to distinguish Ms Eisermann from Ms Leishmann. Only yesterday when the music screwed up in 1, 2 Step..

Only yesterday when we cheered for joy as the prospect of same classes as last year. Only yesterday we realised how far Eric Mobbs REALLY IS from Baulko. Only yesterday when someone says " and there's Veronica.. " you instantly reply .. " SHE'S BITING HER LIP AS SHE WATCHES THE WAVES TURN, WAIT AT .. " xD Only yesterday when such images like these does not bring back bad memories ..

Far out. Just recovered from a temporary blackout that probably applied to MY Street only (==) and now, all my hard work on Mrs. L’s English… GONE.

OH WOE IS ME T_T

And by now, I think you’ve already figured out that It’s not Pat blogging today… BUT TOM!
Okaii so yea. I couldn’t blog last night because of a temporary blackout last night which was SO STUPID because I DIDN’T save my Mrs. L crap and it was still during that stupid piano lesson == So after like, an hour or so, stupid lights finally came back on and I could start working on my Mrs. L crap again. ==

WOOOT IT WAS SECRET SANTAAA =DD

Okaii. So when Jerry and I arrived at school one Wednesday morning, we were greeted by… not just 1 lively sg-er in bright green uniform… BUT 3!! Bob, Pat and Fred started charging at us like three hundred bright green elephants charging at this tiny piece of… grass? (okaii. So over exaggeration) but anyways…

SECRET SANTA. SECRET SANTA. SECRET SANTA. WOOOOT

Had to go through two periods (==) before we could finally go thorugh the process of SECRET SANTA. Rofl haas, mine was wrapped in THREE LAYERS.
Chinese newspaper --> wrapping paper -->AND ANOTHER LAYER OF WRAPPING PAPER! Had fine pass the parcel-ing eyy george? XD

So after much admiring of our secret santa gifts (TYTY BOBBY FOR THOSE COOL OVERSIZED SUNGLASSES AND THAT SMIGGLE RUBER =DD) stupid bell rang and then…

DUN DUN DUN…

ENGLISH WITH MRS. L OH NOOOOOO

Seriously.

We don’t ever have an organized in her class. Went to the library and SHE expected us to finish off the stupid film study sheet? HELLO? SINCE WHEN DID YOU SAY WE HAD TO FINISH IT DURING CLASS??

AISHH YOU BITCH ==

Okaii. I could go on and on about crap. But since its 6:40 in the FRKN MORNING (cos I had to finish Film study crap) –looks at msn window and sees LITDN on- imma go eat my breakfast and pack my bag with the stupid film study so I don’t have all that hard work wasted ==
--
Tommy =D
-10 drafts later -

I hate cricket. ==" Like today, for instance. A group of little girls walked ages and ages up and down these 30 degree hills in the blazing heat, carrying heavy bags and considering whether they should hitch a ride or not. These poor little girls were trudging along when this dinky little car came cruising post and honked at them. And so we looked up, and what did we see? MR JONES WAVING AND SMIRKING AT US AS HE SPED DOWN THE ROAD AND LEFT US BEHIND.

What happened to the compassion and love that teachers show their students? Like in that movie, what was it called again? He could've at least take in two of us. Which leads to the IMPORTANT ISSUE of Sir's mood swings. =="

Apparently in term 1 when he whooshed past in his car, he was shouting at everyone to stay on the footpath. And then you see him at "cricket training" joking around and being a nice guy. And then:

"LYNETTE, YOU HAVE NOT MARKED YOUR NAME OFF FOR TWO WEEKS AND IF YOU DO IT AGAIN, I'LL GIVE YOU AN AFTERNOON DETENTION." - death glare-

When everyone CLEARLY remembers him marking off Jerry's name when he was saying the names at 0.01words/second: "Lyyyyyyneeeeeete..............?"

After that strenuous hike to Eric Mobbs, I sat in the sun for the whole time because I was reserve-ing and saunaed and tanned to death and watched the grass grow. It's times like this which make my sock tan turn darker and darker until I look like I'm wearing pants because the contrast between the skin colour on my feet and legs is so different.

We trekked back to school.

Oh yes. We went to the Guangzhou camp meeting on Sunday where we saw this video of what the people in last year's camp did last year. And then, to my great horror, I find that ALL THE GIRLS HAVE TO DO CHINESE DANCING?!?! Apparently, there's all types of dances we have to learn. Like the twirly sleeve one. And the chicken-dance-like one where one of the moves is actually flaping your arms around like a chicken?!?!

- insert Chinese accent- "No boy and girl allowed together in the hotel rooms. Everyone here nearly adult...unexpected things can happen." Lol. =="

I only went for the free food. xD

I WILL PUBLISH THIS POST.

Wow, I'm actually gonna do it!!

Fred.
SECRET SANTA TOMORROW SG!!! DON’T FORGET!

Oh great. It’s Tuesday again. Which means I have to blog again. Poo. I just realized that this blog will be my last blog possibly FOH THIS YEAR! Haha, let us hope that this blog won’t be so boring that yu will fall asleep reading it lol.

TUESDAYS ARE SO BORING! Did the stupid ESSA test and stupid Fred kept on staring at me because she finished 500 years before the end time. And she kept on copying whatever I did! Foh example:

I move my leg. She moves her leg. I look that way. She looks that way too.

Fred made me hit Dsped’s leg ewww. Stupid Fred.

HAHAHA I still remember TOM said she had to sit next to Dsped on the bus yesterday or something. HAHA. That’s so funny.

After that stupid ESSA was over, it was pouring SO MUCH and we couldn’t play touch. Hmph. That’s so stupid. Played stupid sphairee under the stupid shed today. Oh how fun.

HAHA during woodwork we bludged the whole double period playing… GREEN RABBIT. And we were making different variations of GREEN. Foh example, when someone had to pass they had to say…

I’M A MAN in a REALLY REALLY low man voice. And there was this other thing, idk, but it was something like..

PHYSI-CAL-LEE PHYSI-CAL-LEE PHIT. And then they were tammy, gabi, harleen and abi were singing

WE LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT, YOU LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT, SHE LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT, WE LIKE TO..

MOVE IT MOVE IT.

While me and Tom looked at each other like o.O

I’m so happy now! Cos it’s Secret Santa tomorrow Haha. EVERYONE REMEMBER TO BRING YUR PRESSIE! All wrapped in… CHINESE NEWSPAPER! Hehe.

Ok. I’m gonna go wrap mine now xD

Cyuu`Bob.

I cannot believe how many saved drafts for posts are there in my Microsoft Word. I’m soon developing the FRED SYNDROME – and that is a big nono =)

Okay, so, last night I was just finish eating my very yummy dinner and planned to waste the rest the evening lazing on the couch and watching TV until suddenly this ringing sound disturbed my very train of thought ..

So then I picked up the phone, thinking it was some stupid telemarketer called Patrick telling me that I’ve won a brand new mobile phone AGAIN when Fred’s voice rang through the telephone, making the artificial components inside the telephone to vibrate and the sound travels through compression waves and rarefaction until the vibrations of the artificial membrane is decoded by my brain. (Thankyou, Science Focus) This whole process leads me decode the various sounds projected from Fred’s voice to ..

“ GEORGE GEORGE HAVE YOU DONE ENGLISH ?”

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT OH NOOOOOOO ..

Ahhh jeez just when I was about to truly redefine the word RELAXX.. and so I sat there, wondering whether this assignment was worth my time as my mind drifted back to term 2 when we finished our PCD poster and advertisement and according to her it’s “so good that I send them down to the principal. And now it’s right back on my desk and YOU WILL RECEIVE THEM NEXT LESSON.” And now it’s what, term 4? Leaves have fallen and flowers are starting to bloom. Aw cmon Mz Lee - WAKE UP, SEPTEMBER ENDED, AGES AGO.

I swear, English teachers are so overrated.

Every English lesson, Ms Lee comes STROLLING ALONG, arriving in the classroom JUST ABOUT 15 minutes late, dumps her big folder and sheets on her table, and looks around at us. And looks, and looks, and looks. If she had a speech bubble above her head.. it would say ..

“ I WONDER WHAT I SHOULD DO WITH THEM TODAY .. “

And then you can just picture the light bulb flashing on and off madly as the Einstein factor hits her – “ Oh I think you should write an essay! Everybody off to the library!” And march .. one two one two .. THE WHEELS OF A BUS GO ROUND AND ROUND ..

=____=

Sometimes we may not be so lucky since the library is booked by other classes. Then it’s ooh the same scenario, with the 15min late entrance and the speech bubble .. ONLY ..

“ OH I think you should write an short response on .. – struggling to come up with a question – WHAT HEROIC QUALITIES THAT MAKE A GOOD PERSON A HERO. What are you waiting for? STOP TALKING and get out your books JEEEEZ you’re in year 8 not kindergarten. Don’t need me to tell you what to do.. “ -Looks all irritated-

And then we just sit there and resort to writing a few sentences when we know that Ms Lee is not going to mark it anytime soon, perhaps ever. And then after the 3rd minute, writing pointless characteristics becomes too boring for us and we struggle to find entertainment in passing around notes, which seem to be complaining about the same boring things anyway.

AND THEN TEACHERS THINK THEY DON’T GET PAID ENOUGH? THEY GO ON STRIKES? Surely all you need to do is go to class, make us watch a video and ask us to write essays which you do not mark or give useful criticism? As the Labour campaigned dude would say ..

“ I’m sorry Ms Lee, but you’ve lost me.”


--

Now, where was I? Oh yeah, the English assignment. I end up finishing the whole thing at an hour where only nocturnal people roam around .. now that is what I call ..

“ LITDN”

If you don’t get it, just ask me. xD

So then, DUE TO THAT, I woke up this morning with puffy red eyes with DOUBLE very visible Jerry-sized eyelids. Not very appealing at all. And then when I went to get my black shoes from my cupboard, I was hit by my second surprise of the day – MY SHOES ARE YELLOW.

Haha, no it’s not what you think. Those fugly bugs from Fred’s garden HAS NOT mysteriously crept into my shoe cupboard overnight .. but you know those shoe padding on the side? Well, my lining thing came out, so all the spongelike substance in the padding came spurging out too! So more surprised than frustrated, I looked around the big cupboard to see if I can find another- OH VOILAAAA!!!! – Spots this pair of black flats – they’ll do for nows ..

ISN’T TODAY SO EXCITING?

Haha, I cbb to write more LOL. But just generally happy yknow? Haven’t felt so free in so long .. School softball got in finals and maths yearly results were alright for once. And tomorrow .. ESSA and futsal ..

YOU KNOW WHERE SG IS DURING ESSA COS ..

B R E A K I T
D O W N
N O W .


*Starts stepping* xDDD

xx.George.

A year ago today…

We were an ecstatic bunch of year seveners, partaaying and screaming that the yearlies were finally over, after all those days of cramming all of science into our brains one night and then exothermically letting out all that chemically transmitted energy out to be replaced by Geography. Which reminds me: FUCK MAN

QUESTION: list the energy changes involved in a calculator
ANSWER: (errr… I guess batteries contain electricity so uhhh.. OH I KNOW) electrical energy > KINETIC ENERGY

But then.. the formula seemed a bit weird, not? Surely the moving numbers on the calculator screen are an illustration of kinetism?

After the exam I was stuck wondering whether I had been right to have answered the question as electrical energy to kinetic energy, or I had been wrong when the answer was actually KINETIC ENERGY TO ELECTRIC. (judging by the fact that you have to use kinetic energy to press the on button before the electricity begins to work)

Aish. THEN, running to the pe changerooms in ecstacy since all those study notes could finally be burnt, I heard pat rushing in to ask ‘’GUYS, for the calculator questions did you put CHEMICAL POTENTIAL ENERGY to ELECTRICAL ENERGY? Guys guys what did you put??” –sees rest of people in room agreeing in enthusiasm-

=.=’’

Now that I’ve been there done that (twice), I’ve come to realize the minority of exams in our lifetime. Think about it: ITS ONLY YEAR 8 FOR GODS SAKE. Nothing counts at this point in time. PLAY. LAUGH. SLEEP. Look at all those year twelve students who were just gathering in the quadrangle laughing and joking around, waiting to enter the TLC so they could begin their HSC exam just a few weeks ago? When you are in the middle of exams, and you look into the future about a week later, can you seriously think that life will be a bludge, easy, relaxing? OR JUST BORING AND POINTLESS AND BRAIN-DAMAGING LIKE BEFORE? I think the latter, judging by personal experience for example:

It is Friday night after the last exam. I have my feet propped up on the couch arm and watching TV.

-enter mother-

“AIYAHH NI BIE ZUO ZAI ZHER SHEN ME DOU BU GAN LA!!”

“I am tired, but”

“WELL since your exams are over you should take a break by regaining your piano practice lahh! Quick! Go practice now!! Don’t tell me your method of resting is chattin msn lor. This is a better method!”

-__________________________-

NEXT TOPIC OF DISCUSSION: MY MOTHER IS WASTING HER MONEY SPNEDING IT ON SCHOOL EDUCATION, MORE SPECIFICALLY: ENGLISH

TELL ME, what has everyone learnt in english since year 7? THE DEFINITION OF HYPERBOLE?

when we walk and sit down in english, do we expect to be physically taught to compose essays and write stories? HELL NO! we are just told to write one after the other to fill up the time we have left before the lunch bell!! Even i could earn 80 bucks a day working as an english teacher i mean DUDE TAKE YEAR 7 AS AN EXAMPLE

teacher: alright now everyone, first task: compose a poem about your worst fear
us: -half an hour later flopps back onto chair for a rest
teacher: you done? for the people who have finished composing the poem, you are going to write a description of your imaginary fantasy creature! no it doesn not have to be real, you can be as creative as you like

(omfg i hate all that cliched fantasy 'USE YOU WILD IMAGINATION' shit. i mean all the teachers think children love all that fantasy genre stuff, but in real life you burn that gayly ridiculous 'the magic unicorn' book that they bribe you into reading by saying you will be mesmerised by the imagination)

us: ohhh finally i finished!! -leans back to yawn-
teacher: ohhh you finished? well here's the next task: compose a short story MONOLOGUE, so you're writing a story from YOUR POINT OF VIEW... if you finish shis ive got a sheet for you on sonnets that you can read.

psht

l8ers until monday bubs
lynette
Right. I’m so lost. Did Fred say that she was gonna swap days with me today cos of some “interesting happenings” that was gonna happen on Saturday which included picking peaches off a peach tree out in her piano teacher’s back yard? Or was I just hallucinating during english o.O

Meh. I’ll blog anyways =D

Damn I hate Thursdays ==. Today started off the day with me shivering with cold cos I forgot- correction could not be bothered to bring my jumper. Arrived at school and stupid weather decided to bring a downpour of rain right on top of my head (ok, so over exaggeration). Was greeted by an overly life-ful bob with

OMGOMG DID BENNELONG HELP THE BRITISH AND THE ABORIGINES?

Damnn. History yearly ==

During maths Mr. J just let us study for History while he just sat there and marked some random test. Everything was going well when…

>_>: OHHH TOMMM. LET’S DON’T STUDY. LETS RELAXX =D
Me: uhhs imma go study now…
>_>: -Grabs my history book- OK ILL STUDY WITH YOU
Me: == don’t you have your own book?
>_>: NOOO I LEFT IT AT HOMEEE
Me: geez go study from your notes or something.
>_>: Fine. I will.

And that ended up with me being lonerated and ignored at the end while >_> goes and plays some lame game called the BEEEP game.

Meh. Not that I care. Better then having her hanging onto my bag and pretending to be best buddies with me when we BOTH know that we hate each other like shit.

Geez. All this fake crap nowadays.

History exam went alright. Screwed extended response though. Wrote some random crap about how Cortez conquered the Aztecs was a symbol of negative impact or something. Can’t remember. Meh. I don’t care anymore. After tomorrow, after stupid commerce, I would finally be able to shout for joy that yearlies are finally over =D.

Random weather nowadays. Was fully pouring like there was no tomorrow today, and it was so frkn cold. Bah. And it’s like, 21 degrees tomorrow. Oh the joy ==

GUESS WHAT PEOPLE?

I’ve got 80 bux for my Lonsdale bag =D. and 3 of them 80 bux came from Bob and Pat.

LOL DONATE TO MY LONSDALE. Im pov >_>

You know you want to =D

Meh. I’ll stop rambling on about random shit.

--
Tommy =]
It’s Wednesday again! And Wednesday’s must mean… IT’S TIME FOR PAT TO BLOG!!!!! So I guess you’ll have to go through another blog by Pat again…

Today was like any other Wednesday. Nothing THAT interesting happened. During science we were learning about rocks again. The science yearlies are over, and we’re still learning about rocks! Shouldn’t it be more relaxing and peaceful now? And we’re getting ANOTHER essay from Mrs. L on “The Power Of One.” She can make any good movie boring. It was quite a good movie before she went and ruined all the fun. Hmph.

We had so much fun during ice-skating… right Bob and Tom? We went around in circles playing traffic light with Rebecca and Fiona! Ok, so this is how you play.

There are two people in and two people who are getting chased by the two people in. and then… THERE’S A TRAFFIC LIGHT! The traffic light stops the two people in from catching the people running away from the people in. it sounds confusing, but it’s really fun you know!!!!

Tom was being the traffic light, and whenever she was traffic light, the two people running away always got caught in like, 2 seconds. Haha, it was funny. We just went around the circles trying to catch each other while the traffic light was screaming out STOP!! And GO!!! And Tom didn’t know who was in and who wasn’t! Haha.


After ice-skating, Bob and me went and got our names marked off by Miss Chiem, and bob had a sudden mind blank, so she was like…

Miss Chiem: So what number are you Emma?
Bob: umm… I’m number.. 1… 10.. 108!!!
Miss Chiem: But I can’t find any the number 108 on the list!
- Bob goes and laughs her head off-

Bob can laugh at anything. She even laughed at that lame cheese joke on that sheet Miss. A. gave out during English.

Bob: …And when I eat cheese, I get hay fever, and when I get hay fever, I think of cheese, and when I think of cheese, I think of my surfboard, and when I think of my surfboard, I think of that guy’s gums! –Starts laughing her head off-

Ahh I gotta go. Sorry for boring you with such a boring and pointless post.

PaT.
Think of it this way.



You put time and effort into an exam which means so much to you. You hardcore for a week before the exam, just so you could get a good mark. When the day comes, you're half excited, half scared. once the exam is all over and you think you've done alright,



YOUR SUDDENLY BURST INTO TEARS AT THAT FUCKING B ON THE RESULT PAPER.



I put in effort, i strived to make my pieces the best i could make it, and then, it turns out that all that time was wasted ==



Lets see...



Got up at 7 this morning just so i could play those piano pieces one more time before the damn exam, so i could get it into my head.



Arrived at the AMEB exam venue like, half an hour before the exam time, and sat there shaking like i had Parkinsons. Soon, this old lady comes tottering out and asks..



-squints-



IS TEHRE AN ANGELA ZHUO... ZHAO? ZHOU? OVER THERE SOMEWHERE?



I tried to smile at her as i followed into that stuffy little room contained a huge grand piano and a HUGE desk scattered with results of previous candidates.



BOOM.



the door slammed ==



and i was just sitting on the piano stool, shivering cos the damn air con was turned on FULL BLAST and half trying to adjust the piano stool so i could actually see the damn music.



HER: well angela. i would like you to play a .. C sharp Major, Left hand, staccato. I will now repeat that. C sharp major, Left hand, staccato. Need me to repeat that once more?

Me- ehhs no. -starts to play.

HER: I would now like you to play A flat harmonic minor crescendo and descendo.

Me- starts to play, only to find that i had a frkn MIND BLANK. so it was like...



-plays an octave, fingers slip, plays 2 notes until-



HER: That will do now.



SHIT.



After like, 5 thousand scales, she goes.



"well. Please play, arpeggio A flat Major First inversion."



*sweat drop*



and then. i stuffed it. ==



and while she puts on that stony, old lady, pinched-mouth-together-that-looks-like-she-mistook-a-lemon-for-an-orange look, she goes.



"WHen your ready, Angela, please proceed to play your first piano piece"



WHOAH. I managed to control my nerves during the pieces, and not once, did i shake like i had parkinsons.



miracle, non? ==



So i went through those 5 pieces (plus extra list) with ease, and i thought that i had quite impressed that damn old lady with my playing >_>



UNTILL....



AURAL FRKN STUFFED EVERYTHING UP.



HER: tell me whether this is a perfect or plagal cadence.



- plays 4 bars on the piano-



Me- ehhs... is it perfect?



-looks over to find her having that stony, old lady, pinched-mouth-together-that-looks-like-she-mistook-a-lemon-for-an-orange look on her face.



ehehe whoops. guess i got that wrong ><



AND FINALLY AFTER 40 MINUTES OF PURE INTIMIDATION



she tries to act all friendly as she stuffs the result paper into those -to the teacher- envelopes.



OHHh so what school do you go to Angela? -reaching for the envelope-



-baulko.-



oh reallly? what year? - tries to stuff the result paper in-



-8-



oh. -silence-



and finally she sneds me out of that damn stuffy room with that damned envelope.



Outside, in the elevator, i opened the envelope and then..



i just burst into tears in front of everyone in the escalator

stuff this. screw piano. now its yearlies.

oh th joy ==

--
Tommy =]
And we gather here today to acknowledge the passing away of something that has always been with us until today... something called LOGIC and SANE-NESS.

Now unless i am incorrect, the right of students to receive a reasonable school mark regardless of their academic ability should apply to absolutely everyone and EVERY SUBJECT AM I CORRECT?? TELL ME, when you receive your maths common tests back, do you have "YOU FAIL" drawn in red on the front page because ohhh "you should know you know, you got to make it clearer because you know mathematic and you know that in mathematics you technically CANNOT WRITE (insert load of bullshit here)???????????//

MY ARESE, NO!!

ohhhh so SHE thinks that SHE is such a perfecto piano musicianist, non?? -sees her demonstrating the PENTATONIC SCALE- (uses one finger to randomly stab at keys on the piano while the rest of the class is scratching their head in confusement)

So here is what happened. (EXACTLY- NO EXXAGGERATION INVOLVED I TELL YOU)

it was friday afternoon and the class was murmuring in excitement (not) as she handed out this year's MAJOR MUSIC YEARLY EXAMINATION (psht). Totally bemused, i flipped my paper the right way up to find: HUUHHH???? 15/20 ONLY?? (meanwhile sideglancing at easwar and arkash beaming in pride at their full marks)

Naturally, I quickly "flipped through the thick mass of sheets stapled together" to find the question i answered wrong: dun dun DUN... ms sgnow's world-famous 4 crotchet- bar exercise. My first reaction was: WTF how could i be so stupid to get this question wrong??

My second reaction was "wait a minute that is a hunred percent correct!!! why you littlee.." - adds homer style hand gestures-

Unless my first grade mathematical skill had failed me yet again, it ALL ADDED UP TO FOUR. The following is exactly what i wrote (in blue) for that question, and it was CORRECT.

OHHH ROCKET SCIENCE NOW, IS IT??

Then, waving our arms in the air desperately:

"ohhh ms gnow ms gnow!! I don't get why you marked this as wrong... it adds up to four!!"

Then, squinting at the piece of paper, she replies:

"OOO NO NO NO... you see it doesn't add up to 4 counts."

ME: "but but.. i didn't even cross out the dot!! So including the half, it adds up to four (gawdammit)

HER: "No but you see, in music, you know, you got to know that sometimes you cannot read it that way. You see, in music, there isn't actually anything that is like this" -scribbles diagram on my paper-


HER: "you see now?? There is NO such thing, if somebody reads this they won't know what to play. Do you understand?"

(at this point in time I am thinking that I am hallucinating and at the same time glancing at Anna's paper to find that she made her correction in exactly the same way)

ME: "BUT... I even drew and ARROW to show where the rest was meant to be!! (how else am i meant to make the correction? WHITE OUT THE HOLE PAPER, REWRITE IT AND SCAN IT JUST SO BLOODY MUSICIANS CAN READ IT WHEN THEY PLAY THE PIANO?? ohh yes ofcourse musician's sightread out of scool music exam papers)

HER: "But you know, in a way if you write it like that it is IGNORANT to music you know, i mean you can't write it like that because there are two ways of reading it, you know? So writing music like that is ignorant. Ahh you have an arrow!! let me keep this paper and maybe i will make it more reasonable.. maybe I will give you two out of four, you know, so, but you cannot write it like that you know, because musician's can read it in two different ways, you know? "

=.="

So know, while the non-musical people of the class prance home with 99 AND 98 for their music yearly mark, OUR group is left with 75%. KILL ME NOW BUBS.

I don't see anyone else with 0/5 just because they made a correction. What's next?? OHH YOU FAIL BECAUSE YOU DREW AND ARROW AND WHEN A PIANIST IS READING THIS MUSIC THEY WILL GET CONFUSED... YOU KNOW.. IT IS IGNORANT TO MUSIC TO WRITE THINGS LIKE THAT.



you will never believe what she does next. She calls us into her office and lectures about how our THE music video- THE AUSTRALIAN OF THE YEAR NOMINEES 007- THE oscar award-winning 5 week production- THE http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m0d0xVcAv28, did not suit the music in most parts and that was "GREATLY DISSAPOINTING, YOU KNOW."

I mean, he was saying how "when there is a scene where you are reading, you should have a piece of music that actually suits it"

"excuse me but when they were reading books there was classical music in the background..." -gets cut off-

"so you know, the music in a movie is the most essential part, soo ill give you 12/15, and when we watch the projects, i will be stopping between your scenes and poitning out parts to show the class"

DAM THIS WE'RE FAILING MUSIC.

why??? what has the school done???

im gonna go bash the piano nows
man, flies are getting slower and slower each day. seriously.

today, me and fred innocently get on the bus, and sit in our usual seats not finding anything weird. when suddenly, this really annoying fly starts bugging. so, with no intention at all, i slowly, at 1mm/h, place my finger on the fly, XPECTING IT TO FLY. BUH NO. it didnt frkn move. with the fly stuck to my finger, i feel this sticky substance and wipe the fly off. ONLY TO FIND-- a red substance on my finger!! oh, im a murderer ><''

gud thing i dont have a driveway as long as jerrys!!! today, carrying my HEAVY LOAD wit pe stuff etc and carrying my chair in the other hand, i slowly walk up the driveway. only to find that i forgot to get the mail and the bin. so, i walk back, all the way to the front of my driveway, hold the chair and mail in one hand, my phone and bin in the other hand.. grr, only to find that i had to stop every 5 steps to pick up the mail, which was falling.

and on the bus today, it didnt come. so, we all boarded on the 2nd bus (not actually knowing) and take all the seats. only to find that it wasnt going DIRECTLY to school, buh first to GILROY and around all these streets. so, by the 2nd stop, the bus was COMPLETELY full. the nxt stop, the person was standing on the steps.. so the door couldnt close. and when all the baulko people get off.. haha, theres like.. no one left on the bus.. ==''

anyway, we didnt have to play goalball which was cool. and in woodwork, i could hear maybeth and maggie saying how they LOVED it SO much and didnt get how everyone else hated it. OH I WONDER WHY. and then, maybeth goes on saying how ALL her friends were national champions, sounding like she was the pro-ess person ever. jst cos.. she has an advantage.

tennis was so.. HOTTTTTT. ssssSSSSSSSSS.
like.. all the guys got to play FUTSAL in the LOVELY COOL hall, not sweating A BIT, whilst us poor sgers were out in the sun, getting full burnt and tanned. grr.

french-- =) orals. wit THE WHITE WITCH. ARGH, so scary!!! tin tin =)
george: whos tin tin?? haha
and "bonjour madamoiselle. pardon, MONSEIUR." -sees jerry laughing uncontrollably-

sorry foh boring post, buh gtg do ENGLISH.
so much for BUFFER, aye? AYE?!?!

cyuu` bob x3
" YEARLIES"

*everyone faints*

Haha it's amazing what one word can do to you. And sometimes people say, actions speak louder than words, and if I had any doubt about that phrase before, it has vanished now due to the three days sitting in Science with Tom. xDDD

Mz H: And this is one of the animal's adaptations, to pretend that it's dead when attacked by predators (Jerry and Tom) poking sticks at it ..

* OH NUDGE NUDGE CJ EXCITEDLY*

- Conneckshun immediately looks up, tosses her head and flicks those few strands of hair back, her eyes moves slowly to that specific person .. -

Mz H: Oh what are you boys looking at? *slowly turns towards the TV*

- CJ's face drops as she realises that they were not looking at her, but at the DvD screensaver -

xDDDD Alas, no prevail..
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You know, I have a theory that if I put pink eyeshadow or pink zinc under my eyes, I will look like ..

DUN DUN DUN .. the one and only ..

No.. Not Conneckshun .. even if he/she possesses quite some resemblence in the hair department ..

..

AUGUSTUS !

Omg *everyone faints with ultimate terror again*

And speaking of fainting in terror, HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN THE SO-CALLED "LUVO" PICS THESE DAYS? Like I know it's slack and I'm hypocritical etc etc but don't they just IRRITATE YOU? Especially those high camera angles, packed-on makeup, digitally enlarged (G&J Optical Enlargement) of eyes.. Every single picture is the same except with a slightly different "peace" sign or pout.. *insert "kuute" face*

While we're on the topic of camera angle distortion, it brings me to .. PICTURES CAN BE DECEIVING .. how many times have you seen a picture of this pale skinned, puffed salon hair, big eyes chick only to have her turning out to be some slitty eyed individual? >__>

OKOK that's slack. xDD
..

EIGHT O'CLOCK!!
I'm outt .. and about.
(=

King George II.
Au revoir ! =DDD

" OH BONJOUR MADAMOIISELE !!"

Oh, surely not again Tom? ROFL xDDDD

You think your gangst just coz you did time
Well listen you gangster don’t cross the line…

Good morning teachers and fellow students. << now THAT is an example of a DULL opening paragraph which will surely not encaptivate certain viewers. *COUGHhint*

First of all, I would like to clarify the prospect of a condition by the name of SHORT TERM MEMORY LOSS. No, I am not making the point of accusing short term memory loss of being the reason behind the major depression, fright, and even DEPRESSION, but being so sure that you are correct (thinking that your very young [coral resembling] brain is active and unfaulty), and wrongly accusing students of doing particular things is simply DESPICABLE.

Here is a precise replay of the drama caused by someone’s bleaching coral on Wednesday afternoon straight after lunch.

Me: (shivering in wetness and pneumonia) excuse me sir, my name is lynette and I qould like to have my name marked off sir.
Him: and WHAT SPORT DO YOU LOT DO? WHY ARENT YOU MARKED OFF YET??
Me: sorry sir, I’m from the girls open cricket team sir. We were at the canteen sir. I beg your pardon sir. When was the roll called, sir?
Him: EVER SINCE THE BELL WENT… 20 MINUTES AGO!!

(no exaggeration involved… he DID say 20 minutes when in acual fact it had only been about 3 minutes due to the fact that george was trying to buy a cookie from fred for 3 dollars)

Then, he looked acoss the roll columns and was having a scary go at me about not being there to get my name marked off last Wednesday OR the Wednesday before that, and if I missed it again he would have to put me on afternoon detention.

Now unless I am incorrect, I went to get my name marked off TWICE last Wednesday, surrounding by approximately 6 witnesses. I can still remember the horrifying experience of having my name called out in that ice cold slow voice…
Or maybe for some reason he forgot to bring his glasses to cricket and thought ‘’IHITA’’ was ‘’LYNETTE’’. Not that I think that is quite possible.

Revive that lump of coral please.

The past week has just got me wondering… about the right of others to possess dignity, self-confidence and free will?

I mean, fine. He is self-conscious and feels the common instinct of preparing himself to the full. To present himself in a way which most will find appealing, and in some cases that includes taking drastic measures.. on the road falling into the footsteps of others, shaping their identity from another face. Don’t we all? Who are others to try and hinder this? To restrict his dignity? For all we know, he is just another soul, doing whatever he wants.

The rise and fall of connection happens among us all in life. (though sometimes not as imaginative). Eyes flicker. Minds wander. It is called human nature. But I have lately realised that a life is there to be lived, unrestricted, to take chances. People change everyday.. neglecting those who they have walked with, talked with. Not simply because they are sick and tired of non-progression, but maybe because they have been held for too long in the same zone. Whatever they choose to do is of their free will, and however drastic it may seem, it is their life; not to be allocated their place in society.

__________ .

- random photo to fill up space -

But it's funny, isn't it? He actually fell asleep like that. Speaking of my brother, he's gonna be in the purple house in his future high school so his uniform will look a bit like this..

OH, MY EYES.

It was so cold. It's nearly Summer and it's raining, cold and windy, what's with that?

Don't you think that it's so weird how the school has "ranks"?
I was on the bus this morning and I just noticed that all the Year 7s sit at the front, then the (very few) Year 8s sit in the middle and then it's Year 9, then 10 then 11 and the Year 12s are right at the back. It's so weird cos it's so organised but like no-one stands at the entrance assigning seats or anything. It's like a natural reflex to sit in those positions. And it's strange...

Like within every grade there's different groups of people. There's the popular group and the handball guys etc etc. And everyone has their own 'spot'. Like their own territory or something and you always go back to that spot for recess and lunch and you don't go and change where you sit, or stand. (with the exception of rainy weather.)

Anyway, just something I was thinking about. And how weird it is that everyone goes along with it and doesn't like 'upset the system' or something...

Now for:
TOM, BOB AND PAT'S TOP TWO WEIRD EXPERIENCES AT ICESKATING!!
1. You know how the ice on the ice-skating rink isn't actually ice yeah? (It isn't right?)Well, there was one person* who gathered some "ice" (no, not the drug) from the floor and she pressed it all together and took a bite! Yes, we all saw it. Yuck! We were standing there gawking and thinking how gross that was and Tom was talking scientifically and babbled about the bacteria on it and how it was going into her mouth. Eww...
2.There were these girls from the other school who were 'hanging out in the bathroom' (Yes, I know..great choice!) Then someone turned the light out so it was pitch black and while me and Bob were standing at the hand dryer calmly, the other girls were screaming. And then the oh-so-brave Tom trudges through the darkness to find the light switch! Go Tom! Haha.

Sorry if this blog was boring and pointless.
Ahh...gotta go.
PaT.
such a relief today!! =)
we all walk to the 7th period.. everyones full on shaking..
teacher comes. -silence-

"can i pls see all the people that i talked to during the week?"
sees everyone full on scared.. great, maybe another detention? buh NO!!!
"ive decided not to send the letter"
i look at tom. and sees: =))))))))))) FULL ON GRINNING TOM!!!!^^ RELIEF!!!

didnt need to stress all day..

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zomgsh, everyone blogs so long =OO
PE WAS SO FUN TODAY!!!!!!! we thought our team would full on suck.. guess not.
xcept for getting stepped on and kicked, all was guudd~

are we doing goalball nxt week? OH, MY fAV SPORT!! CANT WAIT ==''
maybe.. she'll forget? hopefullyy..
taylors not gonna be here foh ages.
kinda not gud in a way. hafta kinda.. do work.. grrrr.

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its weird how some people always try to get out of little things.
how are they going to survive the yearlies, let alone the hsc?
quit school? and stare at the computer all day long?
guess not..

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and since everyones full on studying -glares at pat and jerry-
i shall go now. cyuu` bob!
GUESS WHO'S BACK? =D

Well, first of all probably not John Howard since Maxime seems to have more supporters lol >__>

Tyty Tom.. I think, whatever happens happens, and if I tried my best, there's nothing more anyone can ask for. Hey you guys keep me updated okay? And Jerry watch out during Science .. for .. CONNECTSHUN . YOUR'S AND MINE CREATE-SHUNN .. HEY LADIES H-H-HEY LADIES ooh girl where'd you get chya body from .. o_0

I shall blog about yesterday keke.

So I woke up at 7am in the morning for softball and as we had to go early for team photos, but since it was obviously rain rain rain and more rain, it was cancelled and so I woke up early for nothing.

And since I have this thing about when I wake up, I WAKE UP - so then I brushed my teeth and tried to make my eyes look less stonned and bloodshot like unlike certain individuals. >__>

Alas, so then my daddy came back from China and later in the arvo dropped me to Ewy's party at Lazer Runner in DUN DUN DUN BLACKTOWN. Yes where even grandparents become gangsters and if you stand still for too long, you'll get vandalised too. I thought I was late but then apparently Vru got lost and Will turned up in WHITE. So much for "wear dark clothes" xD.

So then we went in and that place is so kool ! Inside it's all dark and maze-like with walls (LMAO VRU) and two bases. You wear this jacket thing tags at the front and back and when you get shot you get de-activated for 3 sec and during that time you can't shoot anyone. Awesome eh?

We split into two teams with three girls (me, Ewy and Jason) plus Edryk on one and Vincent, Will, Vru and Ethan on the other. MANN WE GOT OWNED and during one of the games my gun didn't work. ><"oh damn" when he gets shot, suddenly ..

BOOOOOOOOOOOM . WDF*&^%@ ?!! o____0

No, the tv did not breakdown lol. And the first thing that sprang into my mind was ..

"OH NO, DID OUR BASE GET "BLOWN UP?"

But what ACTUALLY happened, as we later came to find out, was that Jason was chasing Vru, who got de-activated and kept on running. But he didn't realise that there was a WALL infront of him as it didn't light up, and crashed HEAD-ON and the wall full crashed down causing the huge BOOOOMM .. but then after he tackled it down HE KEPTED ON RUNNING LOL xDDD

And then he was in tears half from laughing and half from the pain.. while the instructor was like " oh if we find out who killed the wall that person will not be playing anymore games" like, isn't it abit obvious who knocked it down when Vru is right next to it with a bleeding nose? " nope it wasn't me .." *looks away ..

And later when we looked up horoscopes in this week's newspaper, Vru's one (Leo) said that "lunar energy gives you the urge to tackle things head-on" LMFAO xDD

We then just bummed at Ewy's and playing PS2?3? in which I was getting owned every two seconds.

" DRIFT BETTY, DRIFT!"
" huh what?" *presses break crashes into another street sign*

MEEYUMEEEEYUM I JUST HACKED LEVEL 869 .. >__>
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Yeah it was fun.. really layback and I think what I really needed right now ..

I think you get all head over heels sometimes and just forget to pace yourself and slow down, and enjoy what exactly you are doing. And since everyone is starting to get stressed out about things, remember, slow down and live every moment..

xx.
George Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
Well people.

TOMMY’S BLOGGING DOUBLE THIS WEEK XDD

Oh the joy =DD

I shall now recount what happened at precisely 7:30pm on Thursday night.

-So you think you can dance song comes on-

I was quite enjoying the show SO FAR when suddenly an mysterious…

BOOOM.

-Silence-

I stare at the TV screen in shocked silence, as what there had been Lauren or somebody doing his or her solo at the beginning of the show had now turned into… a blank TV screen.

WTF *?%(&*#

And so I was stuck without TV for a full 3 days.

UNTIL…

WE WENT TO EASTWOOD BING LEE AND GOT A NEW TV!!

OH THE JOY =DD

I LIKE BING LEEEEEEE XDDD

And then I spent practically 2 hours trying to get it set up while giving dirty looks to my bro as he was being a pain in the arse again ==

Ok. Enough about my joy of finally reuniting with the world of TV Again.

What a week, what a week.

As I seem to say like, everyday…

WHY DOES TIME GO SO FAST?

It’s already week 3 now; which leaves 2 weeks to my piano exam and approx 3 weeks till yearlies.

Oh what fun ==

Which reminds me…


GOOD LUCK GEORGIOO FOR YOUR PIANO EXAM ON MONDAY WITH HEFFREMEN JEFFEREMAN OR WHATEVER HES CALLED =DD

Hmm. The thought of piano makes me scared =[. Wahaha what would happen, if I went into the exam room and then went on the piano and started playing lullabies?

Let me share the possibilities with you.

Before the damn examiner had started examining me, she would have been just been examining a really REALLY bad student before, and he/she was FULLY CRAP, so she would be naturally VERY VERY tired. Therefore, when I start playing… Lets say… Silent Night… on the piano, She [the examiner] will here the peaceful and tranquil music and fall asleep like a good girl she is.

OR what would happen if I went in there with around… 500 bucks and then started bribing her with it?

1. She takes money >> I make her give me an A+++++ >> I show parents >> EVERYONE IS HAPPY!!

Or…

2. I give money >> she calls security >> I get thrown out. D=

I like possibility 1.

OR I could be a goody two shoes and start hardcore piano-ing right now and then get that A++++ with my own skill >_>

I still like possibility 1 =D

CONNECTSHUNNN….

Failed x]

-- Tommy =]
DING DING DING

ALAS its fucking Friday with fucking science and history exams. == What fun. I shall resort to blogging about more important matters in life.

And Its another one of sg’s major contemplation issues. *clears throat*

...


That’s all I have to say for now, until further notice.

Say: QUOI QUOI QUOI??!!! What is this nutcase talking about??

Let me put it this way. It all started with that ray of mystery, in that far away kingdom of...

CONNECTION~ **

Yes THAT IS CORRECT!


Anyway anyway, after recess, seeing as Mrs taylor was going to be hours late as usual to class, I plopped onto the table and was getting ready to fire bullets at george and blasting my atom BUNNY DEFENCE when-

“SIT ... DOWN”

-trips over arse trying to get back onto chair quickly-

dun dun DUN... IT'S- - - ms burns? the resemblance, surely?

I am proud to announce that the first runner-up of the world's most explanatory, expanding and repetetive person is MRS WILLIS!! After Mr Nesbitt xD. Since when did reading 2 sheets become so arduous, time-consuming and TROP PENIBLE!?!?

What should have been a few-minute job quickly tugged on to a 2 PERIOD JOB, due to the fact that every sentence was read emphatically and was joined by at least 5 more sentences, each on personal experiences, examples and sentences which she mentioned just a few minutes ago ==

"point of view also POSITIONS the reader into taking the side of for example a mass murderor. It helps the reader to develop a CONTEXT from their point of view. By using point of view, the reader is POSITIONED into sympathising and taking the side of a mass murderor as it is viewed by him/her in differnet CONTEXT. For example, If the point of view of a mass murderor was epressed in a context, the reader is POSITIONED into sympathising with the mass murderor."

Desole. Je pas comprene.

"i am a very old-fashioned teacher, and i will have no NONSENSE..." -glares at me with uplifted eyebrows and pauses for 5 seconds leaning forward with hands on waist-.. "IN all novels you will come across POINT OF VIEW.." -glares at anna with uplifted eyebrows and pauses for 5 seconds before continuing-

And just to add to the EMPHATICS EFFECT, she was constantly stopping halfway through her sentence and staring at me, as if collecting data about my appearance to process through her memory, remembering the exact location of the freckles on my face-

"QUICK DSPED TRADE SEATS!!!"

AHHHH MY EYES -quickly tears eyeballs away from blinding light-

mission accomplished niggas, GOOT XD

c u laterr soulgroupies

P.S. I HATE MARCUS. Don't you? =)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR SG'S BLOG
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!

WELL, GUESS WHAT EVERYONE? THIS IS SG'S 200TH POST!!!!!!!! OOH, SO MANY EXCLAMATION MARKS!!!!!!!! PARTLY EXCITEMENT ABOUT THE 200TH POST ANNIVERSARY AND PARTLY SCARED BECAUSE I NEARLY FORGOT TO BLOG AND JERRY AND GEORGE WILL KILL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Ooh, I'm back. =)

So, today was such a stressful day, what with double maths and science and commerce and French. SKIP SKIP SKIP. You would get bored out if I wrote about those things. Even I would get bored. =(

VA up next where I underglazed my croissant. =___= Croissant-shell? Ahhhhh. I really have no artistic touch. While next to me, Jerry was intently painting her EXTREMELY LIFE-LIKE AND ARTISTIC SHELL. So I just went on painting my croissant..

And painting..

And painting..

Okay, right now I can't upload photos onto this post for some reason so that's why this post is extremely short..

Over and out,
Fred.