*AHEMMMM*

first of all, i would like to remind SG that this is blog that provides DAILY ENTERTAINMENT. which means, we should/need/must all fulfill our duties on this blog by producing high quality blogs on the days that we are assigned to. -sees sg all nodding their heads vigorously, YES?-

AND ALSO. forgetting that it is your day to blog is NOT an acceptable excuse. -looks at pat- and also saying that YOU CANNOT BE BOTHERED to blog is an EVEN MORE SHOCKING excuse to get out of blogging -looks at bob-

FREDDD. wheres your post for this week, last week, the week before last week ETCETC???

PLUS. if your comp is screwed and lagging and shit like mine/georges/those who were gullible (ahem) enough to let a damn virus get to your comp, theres something called "typing a blog up on word and then sending it to someone who does not have a lagging comp that has a disappearing taskbar that disappears every 5 seconds"

And plus, this way, we will have MORE readers who will visit this blog FREQUENTLY.

IS EVERYONE HAPPY WITH THIS?

GOOT. now i should continue with this blog.

RE: Jerry's post before this one.
OMG YES. I QUITE agree with the INJUSTICE the damn school has put on us innocent children trying to make the most of our 6 yrs of high school life.

It amazes me how much power teachers have. They have the extraordinary power to give punishments; can give deathglares and detention to all those people/students/whatever that they hate, AND set out random assignments that limits our FREE TIME.

SERIOUSLY. Like, on Thursday Night, I stayed up until 10:30 (now don’t look at me like im an idiot who sleeps at 9 everyday COS I DON’T and because the rest of you all sleep at 1am in the morning) TRYING TO FINISH THAT DAMN FOSSILS ASSO. At school the next day, I sacrificed MY lunchtime (ehhs not that I had any lunch because I forgot to put my lunch in my bag ><) to print out my gheyarse science shit because the damn printer didn’t have colour ink in it (==), ONLY to find out that…

THE STUPID SCIENCE ASSO WASN’T DUE UNTIL MONDAY.

“ohh well since all the other classes have theirs due until Monday, I think ill give you all another weekend to touchup these assos”

dot.dot.dot.

AND PLUS. Elgo Is making it COMPULSORY for the whole class to enter the national chem. Quiz JUST cos we’re “in a selective school and it will be easy for us to get Distinctions and High D.’s”

-BIGGG sigh of exasperation –hey I like that word, exasperation =]=]-

SERIOUSLY.

And speaking of assos and shit, because of all the hw we are given, it is UNAVOIDABLE for us studious little children to spend 6 hours on the comp everyday to keep up with the damn assos those stupid teachers give us.

Dad: WHATTT? WHY YOU ON COMPUTER AGAIN LAHHS?
Me: Ehhhs ell I’ve got a science asso due tomoz
Dad: NO. GET OFF NOWWW
Me: but its due TOMORROW and it counts towards my report
Dad: NO. WHAT WERE YOU DOING YESTERDAY AHHS? TOO BUSY TALKING TO YOUR BF ON EMAIL EYYYS? IF I FIND OUT YOU HAVE A BF I WILL GROUND YOU FOR A WHOLE YEAR AND YOU WILL NOT BE ALLOWWED TO GET OUT OF THE HOUSE EXCEPT FOR GOING TO SCHOOL!
Me: -starting to tear and shout- FAR OUT I REALLY AM DOING MY SCIENCE. GEEZ CALM DOWN YOU RETARD (I didn’t really say retard, but I said that he was a crazy retard in Chinese >_>)
Dad: WHAT IS THE SCHOOL TEACHING DESE DAYS AHH? NO. YOU GET OFF RIGHT NOW.
Me: JUST GIVE ME HALF AN HOUR AND THEN ILL BE DONE.
Dad: -lost for words- FINE. Halve an hourrr only lahh.

==. *&*%%(

I now know why george is so scared of my dad.

--
Tommy =]
I cant help it
I got too many issues I own
So I cannot help I'm afraid, yeah
But keep on preaching, preaching and heal the world
Lip service makes up look great
Do you feel
The weight of the world singing sorrow
Or to you is it just not real?

EFFING SCHOOL. DO YOU F*CKING KNOW HOW MUCH PRESSURE YOU ARE PUTTING ON THE CHILDREN OF THE FUTURE?

Do you ever consider for just a second that our childhood's are being stolen? theived from our essences? No, the stolen generation does not only consist of the one culture. It applies to all of us, Aboriginal or not.

Have you ever felt the pain of going home only to be ridiculed by your parents because it is thought that you are only an unorganised child who either:

a. tries to hard for her own good

b. Is a bad bad girl who spends all her usefultime on msn and listenign to music

c. "THEN WHAT WERE YOU DOING YESTERDAY AHHH?"

d. Is already proving that she can't handle all the school work along with extra curriculum, therefore should take back soccer registrations

e. should go and play piano IMMEDIATELY as a form of "meditation to clear your mind and a form of relaxation from the stress of the day"

f. Just too hopeless with her organisation and timing and should remember the old days when there was no such thing as going online to work on assignments in groups and everyone slept at 10 o' clock regardless of...

g. "NO STOP COMPARING WITH YOUR FRIENDS AND EVERYBODAY ELSE... sleeping at after 11 is damaging to your body"

h. if you are already in this state, how can you manage in the future? compare yourself to the children in china lahh! (me) "AIYAH STOP COMPARING US WITH OTHERS NOW !" (hahaha, counter attack ;])

i. ACTIVATE: DAMIAN MODE!! (ROFLMAO)

-the list goes on-

IT'S A LOSE- LOSE SITUATION I SWEAR!!

So stop thinking that no other teachers give out homework gawd dammit and ESPECIALLY those who interpretate electives as a form of ACADEMIC AND RESEARCH DESTRUCTION.

>_____________________________>

Here is my official timetable for term one week 6:

monday: science assignment on fossils and photography assigment due
tuesday: maths test on consumer arithefhsfdsfjskf.. (whatver it is)
thursday: visual design powerpoint presentation due
friday: essay test on animal farm and the russian revolution in english, and a sport science test on the skeletal system

.

Oh, and one more thing, my dear professor of consumer arithmetic.

"now, we will muuuve onduu provident laws"

arkash and the rest of the class: "What? provident laws? Do you learn that in maths?"

lynette: "profit and loss...?"

rest of the class: "OHHHHHHH PROFIT AND LOSS??? WTF.. I THOGUHT SHE SAID PROVIDENT LAWS!! GEEZ!"

"Now if she walked a 40 hour week at 2 dollars an arrr, how much did she uun?"

the class: "what?? sorry could you please repeat the question?"

"Now if she walked a 40 hour week at 2 dollars an arrr, how much did she uun?"

Lynette: "wait is she saying hour?"
anna: "yeh"
lynette: " OHHHHHH... huh doesn't she mean "earn"?
anna: yeh she always says it like that
lynette: "could you understand her last year?"
anna: "no but then i got used to it"

ROFL. I <3 (...) YOU DEAR TEACHERS!

lynette.
-INSERT DISCALIMER HERE-

(if suspending allegations are proclaimed against me, i have the right to bring the case to court because once our scripture teacher put a discalimer before fully dissing catholic scriptrue as opposed to prolestant and its not like he's getting sued so yeh)

First of all, what right do teachers possess to clain that copying notes from a person's exercise book is not the way to go when turning about 0.00001 degrees to the right i can see people copying off the internet sight which is designed to look exactly like the sheet with the answers left out?

What is it now eh? A CHEAP WAY OF CONVINCING PARENTS AND STUDENTS THAT TEACHERS ARE ACTUALLY TEACHING? God, i feel like one of those poor dumb animals in "animal farm".

So don't come up to me who is busy working stressfully due to the fact that i missed the lesson yesterday and trying to make up the lost time by hurriedy copying off someone elses book, telling me that by copying i'm not actually learning/taking in information, and that you dont make up for lost time by cheating sh*t. Because frankly, if I have my facts right, staring at the computer will only result in the damage of sight transmitters in the human pupil, and the only information gained is the fact that the reason behind my computer always seeming to be malfunctioning is that i keep forgetting to turn the "on" button on on the moniter.

Which reminds me of in MATHS >_____>

-glares at Anna for agreement-

Well, miss strides into the room with a pile of 4 sided booklets to be completed, and after everyone is busy groaning:

"yez it is a glass dest"

-Everybody screams in horror-

"ok you may start"

35 minutes into the test, i am sweating and panicking because i still have to complete a whole page of the fat thing, and then..:

"Ok time is up. Now put your hand up if you HAVE NOT completed the test"

(><"""" ) -only 2 people do-

"ok everybody can take the work home and complete it by monday so we can go through it please"

WHAAAAAAAAATTTTTTT??????

WHAT A SUPERLY OVERLLY ANNOYINGLY CHEAP SCAM TO MAKE US CONCENTRATE AND DO WHAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN COVERED IN 3 LESSONS IN ONE???

==

if any of the teachers read this, i am so screwed.

IM SO SORRY MISS GREENLY AND MR ANDERSON! DON'T SUSPEND ME FROM CHATSWOOD PRIMARY SCHOOL PLEASE!!! I TAKE IT ALL BACK!
ok. i am so fucking pissed off now. frkn hillsbus company. FRKN WAITED FOR HALF AN HOUR BEFORE THE BUS ACTUALLY DECIDED TO TURN UP ==



I will use my frkn tommygun to shoot all those retards who work the company ==



Let me recount the story:



WELL, me and pat decided to go down to the busbay @ around 255-3pm to wait for the bus so we would frkn actually get a seat on the bus instead being half squished to death while frkn FAT yr 7/8'ers come in and stand @ the front of the and take up BUS SPACE.



When we got down there, there were no buses there, so we walked around trying to find shade between the trees and FINALLY A STUPID BUS CAME. so me and pat, (two people tottering in bright green sports uniform with black shorts that absorb heat easier then other colours -oh wows, i listen in science ==-) trying to stand in the bus' shade so we wouldnt get frkn sunburnt ==. UNTIL stupid teacher comes and goes "well well girls get away from the bus or else you'll get hit."

== well there goes our shade

and after 15 mins of waiting... ALAS THE EARLY EPPING BUS HAS FINALLY ARRIVED!

-sees 509348753498 aroudn the entrance of the bus pushing their way in-

well, me and pat didnt bother trying to get on. stupid yr 7/8s that TAKE UP BUS SPACE.

LITTLE DID WE KNOW. that the stupid late bus came @ 330 ==

WTF (^(*(*YNO*^(GJKL&*

== grrr what an angry post, && i will leave it @ that now

--
Angela&herTommyGun

PS> DID YOU KNOW THERES AN ACTUAL GUN CALLED... (believe it or not) THE TOMMY GUN!

lmao xD>
Geez, why do I feel so cut off from the outside world nowadays? =="

Anyway, time to blog about the Chinese Medicine Association Chinese New Year cruise thing. =)

So we set off, thinking it was going to be some EXTREMELY EXCITING cruise with an eye-blindingly bright, twinkly night view of Darling Harbour and super high quality food. But NO.

"Ahem. Now we will have karaoke."

KARAOKE? Where everyone can "yi qi happy yi xia" (hehe, I learnt that from China where teenagers try to be cool and add bits of English in when they talk xD ) Singing songs together to strengthen our bonds with each other and form everlasting friendships? Where we can let music take over our soul and fly upon the wings of sing~~ Where -

"Ehh.. No."

At least MODERN Chinese KTV bah?

No, but this old, over-50 woman toddling up the aisle to sing these classical Chinese songs in that high pitched Chinese opera voice. Fun.

AND it was bring your own food. =( How sad.
***
Now. I find this story really cute. ^^ So I'm gonna write it here, complete with grammar and spelling mistakes:

Because tonight will be the night
That I will for for you over againn.

wahhs so pretty lyrics =] Lmao, Secondhand Serenade xD.

Grr. this Enter thing on blogger is frkn bothering me. whenever i press Enter, it Enters two frkn spaces grr. stupid blogger ==

Gahhs. I've lost my blogging skills grr. Anyone wanna swap days with me? Weekends are so hard to blog for since i hardly go out and yeas =-= but first. LET ME PRESS A COMPLAINT AGAINST EASYWAY CARLINGFORD VILLAGE GRR.

Well, being the very enthusiastic student as i am (ahem), i arrived @ carlo village at 3:45, half an hour earliar then when sketching classes would start. SEeing as i had another half hour left until sketching classes, i began walking round carlo village trying to find what to do, (and feeling VERY hungry not to mention VERY thirsty as well) until...

VOILA! AN EASYWAY BAR!

WARNING: overexaggeration included in the f0llowing paragraph(s)

Hurrying towards the easyway bar, i noticed a DARK PRESENCE fall over me as i approached the easyway bar. When i went closer, there was already someone there being served by ONE PERSON. AND ONE PERSON ONLY. and normally, there would normally be 2-3 ppl in the bar, but there was only ONE LADY. (and personally, i dont think she knew what was going on o_0") And since the easyway bar was near the back of the village, with flickering lights overhead (sounds very much like a horror story, non? xD), it was alll so frkn dark. and to add to the darkness, even though there was a huge window behind the bar, it was fully covered with one of those HUGE EASYWAY POSTERS, which made it absolutely IMPOSSIBLE to let ANY light through.

*shudder* and being the veryvery brave girl as i am (coughcough) I VENTURED FORWARDS (wow, like my pro english skills? xD) towards that one lady behind those bars, and asked timidly for a small pearl milk tea thankyouverymuch. AND THENN

her: OHHHH ONLY SMALL EYYS? WHY NOT GO MEDIUM? OR LARGE?
me: == cos i dont have enough money
her: ohhhs NO MATTER LAHH. HOW BOUT YOU SIGN UP FOR A EASYWAY CARD EYYS?
me: ... errs how do i sign up..?
her: OHHH YOU JUST PAY 50 CENTS LAHH.

x_X DIDNT I ALREADY SAY I DIDNT HAVE ENOUGH MONEY?

god. and then she continues to glare at me cos she didnt earn that 50 cents she wanted ==

dammit shes like one of those chinese shopkeepers who lie about their products to get you to buy them. "OHHS THIS IS VELLY VELLY GOOTT QUALITY LAHH. AND YOU SO SKINNY. AND YOU SKIN SO VELLY GOOT. THIS REALLY SUIT YOU, YOUU KNOWW?"

lmao ==

grr. ITS SO FRKN COLD. Summer hasnt been summer at all with practically rain everyday == And plus, ITs gonna be raining until JUNE. hha, see, ive been listening in geo =]

This post is long enoughh. blog more when i think of more things to write xD

--
Tommyy =]

PS/ ANYONE WANNA SWAP DAYS WITH ME? imm desperateee =[

three, two, one...

LET IT RIP!!!

Sound familiar? Oh it is but the introductory warcry of BEYBLADES 2003! ROFLMAO!! I still remember that period in time... we received like a total of 3 from family friends. =]

So after effortlessly trying to concentrate on text study on the novel 'animal farm' whilst trying not the be distracted by Noor and her annoying sense of humour, we unplucked thumtacks from the wall and

3, 2, 1

LET IT RIP!!!! (i lost everytime coz Noor is too gangster ownage at playing beyblades with thumtacks.)

It feels like it has only been a few days since we first started year 9, pondering over the fact that time was beginning to wind faster and faster like how the elderly describe it (i kind of think i understand my mum when she goes on about "shi jien guo de TAI QUAI LE!!!" etcetc), and we were fast approaching the year when we would come to school in yellow uniforms. I mean like... in year 7, the year nines were OLD. AND BIG. AND HAIRY.

"i am in year 9 i am in year 9 i am in year 9 i am in year 9..."

say it a number of times. CAN YOU EFFING BELIEVE IT?

Lets turn away from the "time goes fast when you're having fun" ness and talk about the opposite: SWIMMING CARNIVAL =OOO

Who would have thought that i would end up somehow swimming... again. Somehow from somewhere, there is always little ball of guilt in me that won't stop nagging me about not swimming. It's always after the ordeal thati am satisfied with what i have done, AND DEFINITELY NOT BEFOREHAND. Like watching Lilly and her yellow cap on the opposite side of the 50 m lanediving in, then me scurridely attempting to prepare myself for the water by splashing myself and getting my brains working before i go numb with numbness, then standing on the diving block hopelessly and looking back at Germaine who is looking like she expects the team to do well. (sht).

ROFLMAO. When i grow older i want to look back on this cute little blog and laugh at my naiveness and wonder why i was so freaked out at a little swimming carnival that doesnt even count because four-fifths of the school is off at parra watched "jumper"

hmm gonna go cover my books now. AND WATHC PRIDE AND PREJUDICE AT 8 30 YOU GUYS! <3

lynette
Omfgsh so busyyyyy. And to think back to when we were little Year 7s with fobby haircuts and rucksack-like bags..

"How much homework do YOU have today, fellow Year 7?"
"TWO WHOLE PAGES OF MATHS HOMEWORK!!! I think I'll have to stay up till 12 to finish that!!"
"Oh no, my fellow Year 7 =O !!"

I'll be posting little bits of information every other day so watch out for Fred's.. Corner News? =/
I remember, on our first day of high school, the excitement as everyone crowded around the bulletin board where our classes were pinned up eager to find out who was in their class (and who wasn’t). I started to read the 7G class roll, “7G…uh…nope…dunno who that is….ah! Angela Zhou…she’s from Carlo…I’ll sit with her…” Little did I know, five of those names I read were going to become one of the closest friendship groups that I would ever be a part of…

I guess SG really started with Tom. (Oh, thank you ^^) But it is also due to us (Bob, Jerry, George, Fred and I)

It started when Jerry, Bob and I began finding it funny that Tom would take ages to realise that we had secretly taken her stuff (eg. Glasses case, glasses cloth etc.) We found it so funny that she would come so close to seeing it (it was usually hidden in a really obvious spot-no offence Tom) but not realise until the end of the period. Now, yes, thinking back, I realise how mean that was so before we go any further, I would like to apologise again to Tom. I hope you forgive us. –fingers crossed-

Ok, so eventually, Tom got so pissed at us and Jerry, being the kind and considerate person she is, told us that we should probably stop. I think that’s how it started, at least. Anyway, then Tom started getting to know George (obviously, none of us were called by these names yet) and then became good friends with her. So, that’s when George started sitting with us in class and of course, good loyal Fred comes along.

That’s how we started sitting with each other and then Fred would come with us to recess and lunch. (I remember Fred’s other friends would come and try to drag her back to them. I think after a while, they realised that she was with us now.)

Anyway, I was just thinking about how cool it was that everything lead onto something else. And that a bad thing (Tom being annoyed with us) lead to a great thing (formation of SG).

I’m glad that SG exists as I don’t know what Year 8 and the rest of my high school years would be without all my fellow SG-ers.

PaT.
teacher: in the olden days, what naked part of the human body do guys get turned on to see?
-everyone sits up in their chairs and pays attention-
teacher: the ankle.

HAHAHA. history =) its funny how some students act differently depending on their teacher. its so strange how some teachers manage to control the class so well, whilst others.. try to by:

nowk: HUGH, what are yu doing? looking at the pretty girls?!?!?!
-closes the door-
nowk: oh, a lot of pretty girls in that class!
-kapilan walks in-

pe was gay. gymnastics. great. log rolls =) GEORGE!!! got harrassed! =] after pe, we all RAN (literally) to c6 to buy our beloved roses, only to find that there were another billion people there..

geo. its odd how.. teachers take yu more seriously when yu have a reason. like, roger comes in late, shirt untucked, didnt bother knocking. reason? late from the field. james comes in lateR, shirt untucked, didnt bother knocking. reason? src. teacher? instantly let him eat in class.

well, its ice skating tmrw and grade sport foh the rest of sg (the two of yu's). and its also "valentines day".. a year from the time that jerrys rose got stolen. and also a yr that.. THE (it has no owner now) soccer ball got taken. sad times..

sorry foh short blog.. shishkaBOBinaBIN x3--
DINGDINGDING.

TOMMY HERE TO BRIGHTEN UP YOUR SUPER DUPER BORING DAY =]

Whoah for the past hour I have been a major sneezing fit >< grr, and now I’m stuck with a blocked/red/really really uncomfortable nose, watery eyes and a whole bunch of scrunched up tissues.

AAHCHOOO. –Sniffs- I dink I need anoder tissu.

And so another week of school passed. Wow, it still feels like we were still little yr 7ners tottering around with super duper big bags and mushy haircuts –looks and my yr 7 school photos with disgust- and that reminds me:

AHH I HATE MY FUCKING ELECTIVES :@ especially fucking va == psht. Yea it’s great fun. Especially when all we’re doing is taking stupid photos of the human body in “different poses” == I DID NOT sign up for this when I took up vd AND va electives == AND VD OH FUCK. I still need to do the title page == only first week and I’m falling behind with the massive pile of hw ==

Yr 9 will be great fun, non?

Oh wow. I still have some of my French skills =]

And on another topic; PEDOS.

And yes, this has something to do with odep adnap cos it was his friend who added me ==

Well, on Thursday or something, this random guy added me on bebo/msn and started talking to me in a PEDO-ISH KIND OF WAY. You know, the way odep adnap talks? Like, fully bof and “ohh do u go to baulko? Do you know someone called adnap? Are you Chinese? Cool! I am too! What province are youu from?” ROFL –looks at george-

So what music do you like?
I listen to emo/rock/punk whatever you want to call it.
Oh. Right. Ok.

LMAO REMEMBER THAT GEORGE?

Well, going back to the topic, this odep is currently killing my bebo with his “I added you cos I wanted to know more friends” –ness

(haha sorry sg with all the wierded words. But I’m sure that you will all understand what I’m trying to say, right? RIGHT?)

Let’s make a poll. Which one is worse? Pedos or stalkers –looks at ndtil-)

Youu cut me open and I keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love.

What a short and pointless blog =[

--
ymmot (shall keep author confidential in case of odeps lurking around this blog >_> looks left and right <_<
MRS DAVIS: And the cervical is above the vagina and leads to the ovum...
MARCUS: hey, don't we get cervical cancer or something vaccinations this year?

AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! XDDDD

Didn't get it? OMFG == if you didn't i won't be bothered explaining >___>


Anyway, let' move onto the issue about the fact that at least 90 percent of all school work is un-needed and irrespective of our future and cannot be used in later life. I mean, think about this: you spend about half of each geography lesson discussing very random "geo facts" that are so random that you can't posssibly use in later life unless you suddenly decide to enter "Rick List" or "who want to be a milionaire" and the questions are all coincidentally about a type of plant in the south-east asia that develops a strong adaptation against... or a river in south america that is on flood watch due to water brought from the East Australian Current from Brazil... you get what i'm trying to say, yes?

And in Visual design and Photography ESPECIALLY, in the subject matter of ASSIGNMENTS >___>.

definition of ASSIGNMENT:

a tactic devised by teachers to cut short their workload of finding resources for students, thus forcing students to do so themselves, and in the process blackmailing with the consequence of receiving a low mark.

LOW MARK FOR WHAT? HUH? HUH? Does a low mark judge somebody's potential? Oh yes, being bad at surfing the net day and night to find a piece of information, then changing the wording to prevent being accused of plagerising, really DOES determine success in our career path, now does it?

It's funny when you think about the fact that you have been going to school for at least 6 hours everyday for the past two-thirds of your life, and all you have learnt in english is the meaning of the word "oxymoron" and that "the man from snowy river" is an example of a poem. It's funny how everyday, the wise elders of our society are mervelling at the adequate educations and opportunities we are accumulating compared to those poor little orphans in south africa. What do their teachers teach them? HOW TO MAKE A CROSSWORD PUZZLE ABOUT AUSTRALIAN TOWNS AND MAKE A BROCHURE ADVERTISING A TRIP TO THE BIG BANANA?

Sorry, food tech 07, i have better things to do than learn about those type of things at school, PARTICULARLY after there has been a last-minute call-up >___> <___<

Now. I'm going to direct my attention to the more IMPORTANT things that count in life. WATCHING TV AND GOING OUT TO MACCAZ TONIGHT! =DD

yerhhs~
lynette
Hey guys!

This is gonna hafta be short cos I need to go soon. ><

Wednesday. Hot. Sunny. Sweaty. And just plain uncomfortable. The weather is so stuffed. The last two days have been rainy, cold and wet and then...

HELLO WEDNESDAY! With the bright yellow sun shining oh-so-bright! You wake up and think, OH GOOD! IT'S NOT RAINING! Then you stand at the Epping bus stop in the sun waiting for the school bus which ends up taking you to the TAFE instead. Pfft. And to add to that, when you suggest to Tom (who is utterly suffering in the heat) to go down closer to where the bus will stop and she says, "nahh can't be bothered" and THEN you discover that the place you suggested to go to was fully shaded by the building in front of it. HMPH.

Seriously, the weather is stuffed. Cos of global warming perhaps?

So, we were late to Science (which didn't turn out to be a bad thing) then blah blah blah....

Tom, Fred, Bob and I didn't tryout for sports. We sat huddled in the small patches of shade in the main quad playing with our phones and listening to Bob's oh-so-cool touch screen mp3/4.

The arvo was the worst. We all stood there in the Baulko bus bay tired, exhausted and sweaty. When our bus finally arrives, we all form a ginormous bunch in front of the door and attempt to push our way through onto the bus. It was like a reflex. Once the bus doors opened, EVERYONE charges forward in an attempt to get on the bus and find a seat. Jerry and I were struggling to get through the massive sea of bright green and white shirted students. Due to the pressure coming from the front, back, left and right, we were sandwiched in the middle. I desperately looked at Jerry and shared a glance of fear as we thought that we would either drown or get squished to death.

Finally, we got onto the bus and I was totally relieved that the daily squishing had finished...

...but then again, there's always tomorrow...*sigh*

PaT.
Hellu everybody!!! =)

I jst thought of a new way to make all of mankind happy again. NDTIL (keke, my new word!^^) SHOULD TURN EMO (unless.. she already is..) yu see, that way, she should place all her hair in front of her face, which will hopefully cause the hairline to recede umm.. more.. slowly.. AND THAT MEANS that: side glancing would be 100 times harder!

Sheesh, private school people are so spoilt nowadays. As us, poor baulkos, enter an unknown world of private school-ers, with our super heavy school bags, the guys quickly “look fat” and take up the whole seat.

Me: Can I pls sit there?
Private school kid wit leg stretched out: -looks away and pretends he cant hear anything-

Leaving the “nerds” to sit at the front of the bus, right behind the stupid bus driver ==’’

Anyway, we trudge along to pe, like random soldiers, with our pe stuff in one hand, our vd JORUNAL in the other and our super heavy 100t bags wit textbooks. Only to find that we’re doing GYMNASTICS, “the sport foh girls” (tom..) and we’re getting assessed on it.. like we’re in the army or something!! –sees my attempt of a cartwheel- oh, my favourite ><’’

Geo. The teacher comes goes around to everyone’s map saying “good, neat work, fantastic”. Goes to me and tom. “yur perth is meant to be on the borderline, so is Sydney, and Brisbane and Hobart and every other one”. –looks at us disapprovingly- “here, an atlas”. Then history, where our teacher didn’t even turn up. Which has happened like, 2 times in a row. Imagine.. the yearlies..

Teacher: yu may now turn yur sheets over
Explain the consequences of World War One -stares blankly-

well-o, sport tryouts tmrw, which i shall not even try to attempt -refer to pe- hahaa.
mm. laters. x3 bob
You know, before when I was in China, throughout the first few days it felt like .. a piece of me was missing, and that it was so easy to get home-sick, which was very rare for me as I normally adjust pretty well.

And then it hit me, that what I missed the most was not necessarily the place itself (although it's heaps better than the dusty grey skies of People's Republic Of China == psht are they even contributing to Kyoto Protoccol?) but it was the company of the people that surround me.. the feeling of hope and bonding of friendships. It made me realise that friends, especially SG, is the foundation to my life, and without it I'll be broken.. trying desperately to find my place in the world.

People tend to search everywhere for that piece of love they need for so long, craving the attention and the support of another special particular being, that they do not realise that maybe friends are what you need the most in the world.

So just a small note to say; thankyou SG. I know it's going to be harder this year, with us all different classes and I apologise for hardly being around but I hope we keep this going and whenever you guys need anything I'm just a click of a button away .. or 8 numbers .. or .. however-many numbers mobile phone numbers are composed of. =]

"number please" xDDDD

Thanks for all the presents and especially the cards/letters. They really touched me and just .. reaching out to all of you guys.

xx.
George.

Ps. shoutout to VD task - I GIVE UP. *scrunches up paper and aims it at the rubbish bin*

Dayum I missed.
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