Tuesday, February 7, 2012
All hail Cheeseberry and her lack of people skills and friends.
I've recently been debating with myself on the wisdom of getting a Twitter account. On one hand, it goes against everything I believe in. On the other, maybe people will stop looking at me so weirdly when they ask me for my Twitter account and I tell them the truth.
It's a sad world out there.
But anyway, how's life? /waves limply. I have nothing to report, really.
Did you know the Eye of the Tiger post is my post?
THIS IS WHY I DO NOT DEAL WELL WITH PEOPLE. THIS IS WHY I HAVE NO FRIENDS. WHERE DO I GO FROM HERE? WHAT DO I SAY FROM HERE? WHAT DO I DO FROM HERE?
Ahem.
/Sings loudly
~IT'S A WORLD OF TORTURE A WORLD OF TEARS, IT'S A WORLD OF PAIN AND A WORLD OF FEARS, THERE'S SO MUCH THAT WE SHARE, AND IT'S TIME WE'RE AWARE, IT'S A SAD WORLD AFTER ALLLLLLL~
9:29 PM
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
IT'S THE
EYE OF THE TIGER
IT'S THE THRILL OF THE FIGHT
RISING UP
TO THE CHALLENGE OF OUR RI-VAL
AND THE
LAST KNOWN SURVIVOR STALKS HIS PREY IN THE NIGHT
AND HE'S WATCHING US ALL WITH THE EYEEEEEE
OF THE TIGER
11:01 AM
Monday, January 9, 2012
ALL HAIL THE GENIUSES IB AND CB
Jupiter is okay. She makes up for her lack of hacking skills and ability to set good security questions by getting insane marks on a certain major exam.
10:36 PM
Saturday, February 19, 2011
To Whoever It May Concern,
Dear (add Mr/Ms/Mrs/Mdm) whats-your-name
Lately, I have been experiencing some problems with my nose. It has been insisiting on going to 'Never Never Ever Land', and keeps trying to run off my face. I know this, because I always hold it back with a loud sniff and I interrogated it by not allowing it to breathe until it told me where it was running to.
Now, I know that you told it this, because it said so, and no nose, other than Pinocchio's nose, will lie. Therefore, I sincerely request you to come visit it again, while I am sleeping, just like the last time (again, I know this from my nose), and tell it terrible stories of Never Never Ever Land. A few examples would be how it has no tissue paper there, or the air there is so terribly clean that a few parts of it will come in completely useless. And how noses there discriminate against other noses for being washed daily.
In all truth, these stories are most likely not true. For the better good of my nose, however, please tell it these 'fables', if you will. If the only reason why you're telling it to visit you is to help the Tourism Board over there (I completely understand; Never Never Ever Land is not such a terrible catchy name for an up and coming land. We shall tackle this issue later) I will gladly donate a few tissues and perhaps some facial cream in return for your help in dissuading it to come. I believe this will more than make up its absense from that land. If all you would like to do is to show it how wonderful Never Never Ever Land is, please know that a few photographs will go a long way. Perhaps a 3G phone call while I am sleeping, so it will not pester to see that land 'live'. My nose has an extremely odd taste.
Regarding the name of Never Never Ever Land and its failing tourism industry: I suggest a change of name, such as Forever and Always hahanonotreally Land. This will make it a little more subtle, and people might overlook the fine print and come over. On the other hand, you could, like Australia, join Asia. This would result in cheaper fares for Asians, and more would want to see what your land looks like. This will not only enhance tourism business, you will never ever have to go around luring noses in anymore.
I hope this letter will not go unnoticed, or tossed to the side and ignored. Hopefully this will be of help to your tourism business, and you'd better come fix this problem with my nose once and for all. Once it stops trying to run away, tissue and facial wash will be sent your way. Although promises from humans can't be trusted, I would like to submit this promise to you and hope that you suscribe to it.
Yours Sincerely,
(Signature)
Cheeseberry.
9:47 PM
Belated post;
I GOT A CARROT (or a drawing anyway, they can't even be bothered to get me a real carrot) FOR VALENTINE'S DAY FROM JUPITER AND IB. Tsk.
And there were cookies, and chocolates, and notes. Valentine's Day is the day you make everyone fat. And then not feel guilty about getting fat hurhurhurhur. I didn't make anyone fat because I didn't buy anything for my class/CCA mates HAHAH whooooooooooooops. But they should thank me :D
ANYWAYS
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO YOU ALL OF YOU OUT THERE INCLUDING THE LONELY SOULS WHO SAY 'I DON'T CARE ABOUT VDAY' AND SPEND THE ENTIRE DAY GRIPING ABOUT IT. OKAY GOODBYE CHILDREN
Btw IB and Jupiter, thanks for the carrot, really. Although the message was ever so slightly more meaningful -.- BOTH OF YOU SUCK! tsk. And me so thoughtfully giving you each a book and all.
You know I know you know I know you know I know you know I know you know I know you know you love me, Cheeseberry 8D
12:26 AM
Sunday, February 13, 2011
For whatever it counts for, tomorrow is Valentine's day.
And it helps when someone asks you, "Nothing to do on Valentine's day? Go for my concert." It just utmost encouraging.
I have decided that carrots are very helpful. They are orange and cruel. IB, if you're reading this, I've scanned the vampire carrot hohoho.
Hands up if you think the lyrics to Teenage Dream is retarded but the melody is nice. And the title.
News:
There is a witch amongst us.
Not IB and CB and me, just amongst the people in our school. She - yes, a she - is disguised as a harmless old woman. Some even call her cute. She behaves as a damsel in distress. But beware: everyone is bewitched by her so do not let your guard down. She gives off assignments with a curse on the questions to baffle us and bring us back to her remedial lessons so that she can suck away our energy to maintain her youth. Though it doesn't seem to be working (on the outside at least), it is happening. You were warned.
I have yet to fall in love and find a purpose for Valentine's day. But who cares.
I always forget its date.
And lately Chinese passages seem to be getting sad. As in, the story.
Life is sad, and art imitates life.
Jupiter.
9:32 PM
Just checking in; Jupiter has naught to say just yet.
Bet she was rendered speechless by mine and IB's awesomesauce posts.
I love
compound eye walruses
EXUSE ME THIS WAS OBVIOUSLY DONE BY IB. ALIFISH DO NOT STEAL CREDIT. IT'LL SEND YOU TO JAIL ONE DAY.
Wait, this doesn't make sense... if this was done by IB why should Alifish not claim the credit? They are the same person.
- J.
9:16 PM
WHAT IS THIS. WHAT IS IB'S POST. WHAT. I CAN'T EVEN WRAP MY FEEBLE MIND AROUND THIS PIECE OF. LOVE TDD?! Okay maybe a little but just 'cos I'm not in the squad.
I have to eat stupid Khong Guan biscuits and water instead of my beloved Lexus chocolate cream biscuits:( I hate Khong Guan biscuits and new water. I prolly won't go down for recess. BAH.
I'm not in the squad, oh cruel world. Anyhoos, happy Total Defence Day. Yeah, join NS, peeps. It'll make you all manly, just like the guys you see in the TV advertisements (Y) Plus your siblings and parents will be so proud of you <3 BONUS!
Moving on, I see my post has inspired IB and consequently Jupiter to post something, too. Banzai! (Does this mean something like keep going! or some sort in Japanese?)
So; continuing my study of Fascist Japan now.
Cheeseberry the Inspiring, done for.
9:07 PM
For whatever it counts for, tomorrow is Valentine's day.
And it helps when someone asks you, "Nothing to do on Valentine's day? Go for my concert." It just utmost encouraging.
I have decided that carrots are very helpful. They are orange and cruel. IB, if you're reading this, I've scanned the vampire carrot hohoho.
Hands up if you think the lyrics to Teenage Dream is retarded but the melody is nice. And the title.
News:
There is a witch amongst us.
Not IB and CB and me, just amongst the people in our school. She - yes, a she - is disguised as a harmless old woman. Some even call her cute. She behaves as a damsel in distress. But beware: everyone is bewitched by her so do not let your guard down. She gives off assignments with a curse on the questions to baffle us and bring us back to her remedial lessons so that she can suck away our energy to maintain her youth. Though it doesn't seem to be working (on the outside at least), it is happening. You were warned.
I have yet to fall in love and find a purpose for Valentine's day. But who cares.
I always forget its date.
And lately Chinese passages seem to be getting sad. As in, the story.
Life is sad, and art imitates life.
9:06 PM
Aaaaand finally, the day we've all been waiting for!
Tomorrow!
Tomorrow is...
the day we've all been waiting for!
It's currently 6 hours and 20 mins to...
Tomorrow...
the day we've all been waiting for!
Get ready for...
Tomorrow:
the day we've all been waiting f - *shot*
THE DAY BEFORE TOTAL DEFENSE DAY!!!!!1
*yayyyyyyyyyyyyyy!*
We must protect our country gaiz.
or girls. JOIN NS JOIN NS JOIN NS (hint hint)
We must prepare ourselves for wartime conditions by starving ourselves and eating meager portions of sweet potatoes one day every year.
I mean, doing this one day automatically means you can continue for the rest of your life.
And they need to condition you to the taste so you don't give up after two days and call McDonalds delivery which may allow the enemy to infiltrate our country and commit massive genocide.
The government also needs to tally up the number of people who are allergic to sweet potatoes so they can have an adequate supply of moldy bread stored in their secret base.
There is also an imminent need to remind students that NEWater exists.
So, food rationing. Extremely important exercise. All students who throw away potato skins shall be ostracized for a duration of three months. This is an activity that is absolutely essential for the survival of our country, after all.
Total Defence Day. We love it!
-IB
5:54 PM
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Hello Children
First with the news
A lake has been found in Antartica! And now we take a break with a delightful song Or two.
So anyways, I decided it was time to revive this thing. That we call a blog.
Well.
Have fun with Eidesis
Read the Athenian Murders.
Cheeseberry, over and out.
9:33 PM
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
HELLLOOOO. I'm eating Mentos in an air-con room and my nose is freezing. For some reason.
Anyways, my last post was perfectly logical for an insane blog! Whoo.
Except for the I'm-so-awesome part cos everyone knows that's true.
Hmm.
Mr. Small is red, and small, so I call him Mr. Red anyway.
You should read 'Silenced' by Vicky Jaggers, it's very 有趣. And and the thing, you know that thing, over there, it's like so, you know, weird. You know right? I'm so happy to have someone who finally understands me.
Oh. I thought I saw the convo thing blink but it didn't. I'm going crazy.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESS.
Yayy.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALISON.
Two dedications now~
And I'm mad, crazy, nuts, ape, barmy, bats in the belfry, batty, berserk, bonkers, cracked, crazed, cuckoo, daft,delirious, demented, deranged, dippy,erratic, flaky, flipped, flipped out, freaked out, fruity, idiotic, insane, kooky, lunatic, mad, mad as a March hare, mad as a hatter, maniacal, mental, moonstruck, nutty, nutty as fruitcake, of unsound mind, out of one's mind, out of one's tree, out to lunch, potty, psycho, round the bend, schizo, screw loose, screwball, screwy, silly, touched, unbalanced, unglued, unhinged, unzipped, wacky, absurd, balmy, beyond all reason, bizarre, cockeyed, derisory, eccentric, fatuous, foolhardy, foolish, goofy, half-baked, harebrained, idiotic, ill-conceived, impracticable,imprudent, inane, inappropriate, insane,irresponsible, loony, ludicrous, nonsensical, odd, out of all reason, outrageous, peculiar,preposterous, puerile, quixotic, ridiculous,senseless, short-sighted, silly, strange, unworkable, weird, wild. Hee.
Cheeseberry the Awesome (and you know it)
9:15 PM
Now IB's post was considerably more logical than CB's.
What, am I supposed to write a long story about Greek mythology now?
Well. I'll do just that.
"Look at me," said Spiral. "Yes, deep into my eyes. Now listen."
A long time ago, there were twins names Hypnos and Thanatos.
You see, Hypnos was the god of sleep while Thanatos was the god of death.
Hypnos was already envious of his brother, Thanatos. He felt that sleep was only a temporary loss of consciousness. However, death, to him, was eternal.
Hence he proposed a swap.
He would be the god of death for a day, and Thanatos would be the god of sleep for a day. By nightfall, they would have to return to their posts before their mother, Nyx, the goddess of night, descended.
Thanatos agreed. But he was one playful boy. He decided to cause the people to suddenly fall asleep while they were attending to their daily chores. As the humans fell to the ground, asleep, the people around them began to fear. They claimed that there was a demon lurking about waiting to eat the souls of humans. The superstitious people then fled the area fearing their safety.
When evening came, Hypnos and Thanatos went back to their original places. Hypnos, after a day of witnessing deaths, felt very tired and weary. Before he could put his head on his pillow to rest each night, he had to weave the spell of sleep for the people to rest in the night. However, he was shocked when he found out that Thanatos had evacuated the entire city. He panicked but it was too late. His mother had returned home and saw what he had done.
She wanted to punish him but Hypnos told her everything, hoping that it will lighten his punishment. Instead, Nyx dragged both Thanatos and Hypnos to Erebus for Erebus to settle. Nyx was busy, you see, and had little time for her dozens of children. But Erebus was busy speaking to Herema, their other sister and also the goddess of night, about not rushing off before Nyx had arrived home. Erebus was too busy reprimanding the children of Nyx that he had fathered. So he let them off with a stern warning and instructed Hypnos to bring back all the people to their homes.
Hypnos was devastated. It was a difficult task! He turned to Thanatos, but Thanatos simply shrugged and walked off. Hypnos then cast a spell on the fleeing humans. He put them into a half-sleep and while they were semi-conscious, guided them back to their hometown. With the help of Apate, his step-sister and also the goddess of deceit, he erased their memories.
Ta-daa. It's flawed at parts, perhaps the facts are slightly skewed, but still. It's invented and original.
Jupiter.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Hi I'm back again after being invisible for a while. That was fun wasn't it.
Basically there's a scheme for tomorrow to freak lao shi out during chinese lesson.
Two insane essays will be written.
Hopefully, someone will have a heart attack.
Not so hopefully, two people's marks will be butchered.
凶手。
The light flicked on.
The room was cast in a harsh orange light.
I rummaged around in the shelves, fervently hoping that I would find what I came here for.
I was vastly out-numbered; not that that would stop me.
The enemy must be defeated.
I will fight till my last breath; I will not be made to submit to them in my own territory!
My hands brushed a cool metallic surface. I grabbed at it desperately, with a faint surge of relief.
I dashed out of the storeroom, leaving the light streaming through the door.
Through the hall, into the kitchen.
They were there.
Swarming all over the walls and the floor, their bodies pitch-black against the white ceramic.
A shiver went through my body. I gripped the insecticide in my hands till my knuckles turned white.
They were coming!
All over my counter-top, the sink, the floor rug ---
A surge of anger crashed through me.
Not. My. Floor rug.
My vision was filmed with red as I pressed the release button on the spray, crying out savagely.
The spray advanced across the kitchen, a near-invisible white cloud of death.
Death to the ants.
I spun around, filling the room with the insecticide, flooding my lungs with the pungent smell until a fit of coughing hit me.
Finally, I released the button from my sore finger.
The room was still.
The mist faded away, its job done.
I took in a breath of insecticide-free air and surveyed the carnage.
The black carcasses were strewn over every surface. They were lifeless and more certainly dead.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
I had won.
Against insurmountable odds, I had won.
I did a dance across the room--
before I realized what I was doing.
The black bodies were crushed and stuck to my feet.
Frantically, I wiped them off with my free hand. They stuck to my hand.
The mangled bodies lay around the room.
Their beady eyes watched my every movement.
'Look away!' I cried, but there was no answer but silence.
I made a wild dash to my bedroom, where I scrubbed my hand clean with a towel and tossed it to the opposite side of the room. It hit the wall and fell to the floor, scattering the mutilated bodies with it.
I stopped, panting.
The silence was deafening.
A movement!
It crawled across the wall and stopped.
The blackness contrasted with the white.
Its eyes were on me.
I screamed, shattering the silence that threatened to crush me.
The spray can slammed against the small body on the wall, splashing its contents onto everything in the vicinity, including me.
The smell spread across the room.
In a frenzy, I grabbed the towel and scrubbed at the stain the liquid made on my shirt.
'Out, damned spot! Out I say!'
The ant still watched me, immersed in the pool of liquid.
A scream echoed in the night.
The yellow light streamed across the empty white floor, until it faded away into the morning light.
Nothing but silence was left, and this time nothing moved.
This is what I plan to write for chinese essay. Only in chinese of course.
Though I'm not sure I have the vocab to write it. I wrote this primary school style to make it easier.
I don't know whether insecticide really works like that, and many factual stuffs are wrong but who cares.
Oh and I have first hand experience of this kind of situation.
I was alone in my room reading manga when I suddenly found my bed infested with ants.
Obviously, I was pretty freaked out. As in horror-movie-being-hunted-by-ghost freaked out.
I crawled to my sister's bed to get out of the way and gave it my normal treatment, which was leave it alone and the problem will solve itself.
But the ants kept coming over. And everytime they did I would blow them back, but eventually I got frustrated and crushed them with my hand. They stuck to my hand, and I was wiping it frantically on the bolster.
After a while I started throwing things at the ants and, I kid you not, screaming at them to go away and leave me alone, and what do they want with me I never did anything to them.
I was close to tears by then and I went to the bathroom to wash the bodies off my hand, and found the sink also infested. Then I went crazy and started using water to splash them and screaming why won't you die already! DIEDIEDIEDIEDIE.
Then I decided I was going to get out of there and took my blankets and pillows and beat them insanely against the walls and the door, slammed the door and ran to my parents' room and dumped everything there. Then I sat down on the floor and watched the pile for an insane amount of time trying to spot the ants crawling around on it.
I haven't been back to my room since. I make the excuse that the aircond in my parents' room is colder.
This is a true story :) Night time, overactive imagination and ants can drive a person insane.
Luckily no one was around or I'll be in an insane asylum by now, because I was obviously a little crazy back then -.-
But that's what this blog is for, crazy people. And now I have made an insanely long post. Hurrah.
8:04 PM
Friday, August 21, 2009
HELLLOOOO. I bet you missed me 'cos I'm
so awesome :DD
What shall I blog about today?
OK, let's go with... eidesis. Watch J run far, far awayy.
Actually, I kind of forgot the basis for eidesis, except there's this long passage where the author is hinting at the eidetic image. Wow. Like the lion! I will forever be in awe of those who can write eidetic passages. Like that whats-his-name. I bet he went mad in the end though, yayy.
I need to kill myself, and soon.
Dum-de-dum.
Yes, I know you love me, but I hate you.
Thank you for the-- wait, that was insult.
Nevermind, thanks anyway.
I'm polite.
Ever so polite.
And you love me.
Thanks.
For nothing, but still, thanks.
I have nothing left to crap about.
OK, this post actually has some content. I talked a bit about my awesome-ness (I understated), then a bit about eidesis, and then a meaningless conversation. Hey, people, let's have an eye-gazing party sometime soon! And we shall all wear red necklaces :D
Bye,
Cheeseberry
10:57 PM
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
When you read this, please remember how nice I am, writing logical things instead of spouting nonsense. (introduction)
I believe that e-learning isn't all that glamorous. (content)
It is distracting. (elaboration)
Hence I am not enjoying myself. (ending)
I'm sure there are people that feel the same way too. (elaboration)
My post is complete. (postscript)
J.
11:36 AM
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Hmm. J got the 'golden' anniversary for the blog and yet she didn't say anything. I've half a mind to delete it now. Anyway, ... I have nothing to say. I shall now expound upon how bored I am. Or not. I don't know.
Once upon a time there was a piece of cheese. It started to fly around all the lamp-posts which in turn longed to be like it. Soon, there was a legend among the lamp-posts known as 'The Flying Cheese'. Not long after, there were rumours floating around that the Cheese was e-mortal, could tap-dance without tap shoes, and it could shape-shift. All the other cheeses around the world now aspired to be like the Cheese one day. Of course, the Cheese was rather sad that he'd become such an iconic figure and that he couldn't steal from the choking pink stumps of werewolf tongues. But he continued on, preventing the mould from spreadin, carefully picking out and eating whatever mold grew on him. Soon he got to half the size he was when he first started to fly, and so he went to the Carnivorous Cow for some milk to pump himself up again. The Carnivorous Cow agreed to provide some milk for him, but only if he brought back 3 ragged hopping bookcases for him. So the Cheese agreed. He went on the road dressed as a highwayman and soon came across a convoy of ragged hopping bookcases. He picked out three of them and lured them away. When he presented them to the Cow, the bookcases were so excited at the prospect of being eaten by their Hero's friend/associate, and started to hop, skip, and jump. Unfortunately one of them hopped, skipped, and jumped at the wrong time, and the Cow choked on him and died. Then they saw the Cow's teeth and realised (wrongly) that their Hero had introduced them to the Cow because he knew that they would kill the Cow, and they marveled at his bravery and willingness to put the Bookcases in danger for the sake of everyone else. And thus the Cheese became a Saver of Lives and Fortune Teller. But the Cheese could live with that. So he took his curdled milk and flew off. But then the time came when he started to become a Cheese who could fly, Tap-dance without tap shoes, e-Mortal, Saver of Lives, Fortune Teller, Wig-maker, and Venus Fly Fan. He could not stand Venus Fly Fans. They were vain and fussy and naggy... and the title because he'd told a Cadbury Hippo Lamb not to eat too much of it's ear or it would become deaf. Of course, since 3/4 of its ear was gone, it couldn't hear the Cheese, so the Cheese had to repeat it 10 times for the Lamp to hear the Cheese. So now, it was also known as a Venus Fly Fan. The Cheese couldn't stand it, so he let the mould grow all over him and he died. The end.
Cheers,
Cheeseberry.
9:19 PM
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Time for me to post.
BTW you haven't been signing off.
We have English speech(oral) on Monday. Wish me luck.
This will be the kind of post that is written for the sake of writing, and that only.
Don't say that there is no topic because the topic is that we have English speech on Monday.
Don't say that I haven't commented on the topic because I have asked you to wish me luck.
Hence this is a post with content.
I have posted. Your turn.
Of course I have to sign off,
J.
6:51 PM
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Hmphh. Since no one is posting, I figured I might as well do something nice other than spamming J's tagboard. Therefore I shall post.
The Orange poncho beside me is made up of cheese and the moon is made up of orange poncho. Therefore werewolves are too attracted by the smell of wood and will transform into boxes on Christmas Day.
The end.
Thank me.
9:06 AM
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Searching for blogskins. Found many nice ones. I guess I'm searching for them ahead of time when I'm bored of my current one and I'm too lazy to find another. I'd like to say a big thank-you to my LSCEP teacher. He made us call him Mr Roger, I guess he hates his surname. Ah well. I would too, if I had his surname. Anyways he got me addicted to making my PBL Website. I'm not sure whether it's so that I don't have to worry about it anymore next time, but I'm pretty sure it's got something to do with the fact that it's due like, next month. Ugh.
Self-proclamation: I do not think I look like any of my family members. Although everyone else seems to think otherwise.
I am officially hooked to 'Amazing' by Janelle. Thanks, fish. Treat you to walrus diahhroea next time ;) To those who do not get the joke, too bad. You suck. Naw. Joking. Or not. And J just got me watching Hitler ranting about various things on YouTube. I really feel like punching her. Made me waste precious time watching that shit. Maybe I'll just make her laugh while she's drinking water, or pull her hair. Always easier.
Today it rained the whole of Math lesson. It was actually pretty interesting. I kind of understand sets. Or I did. Until she set us this cheem cheem question. I shall ask my sister, but I think the answer is 3. And if she doesn't know-quoting her 'You think I understand sets? Who understands them anyway??'from last night-I won't ask my dad. He'd probably give me this half an hour long explanation, then another half hour telling me how I should ask him questions like this more often, then expect me to whip out this humungous book and start jabbering questions. I say, no. Thanks.
To Jie: You don't really think I'd give him my blog address? He'd probably spam it to high heavens.
Going back to Math lesson. PA kept on and on about sets and actually I wanted to go out and look at the solar eclipse. Unfortunately, it was raining(which further proves J's theory about it always raining during her lessons). So not much to see, anyway.
I finally mastered the art of turning on the TV in my house! <3 Yay. It's not as easy as you think it is. I have 3 bloody remotes in my house and you have to press and there's a kind of order to it. Once I got it out of this huge, majoy fluke, and promptly forgot how I did it. But then one night I remembered to ask my mum how to on the TV and she told me. I'm so proud of myself :)
I made Bella cheat on Alifish :) who was cheating on Bella, really, with Hickey, Cheese, Jellyfish, and Billy(I think). Anyways. I like saying 'Ming En... you suck' to the one in question, because, really, there's something so wonderfully poetic about it, don't you think? It's wonderful.
I really should start usin my rubber stamps again. But it's kind of hard to stand and sit, stand and sit, to get the dumb stamps. I would try and force my mum to clean out the bottom shelf of the cabinet (of which she occupies half, but that's not as bad as my sister) so I can relocate them.
My sister, as I was saying, takes up half of the dining table and several chairs. I don't even go down there. I stay up here.Explains why my bed is so messy, but then again, I can clear it up within 5 minutes, and I know where all of my stuff are. I think. I think I'll buy Kira-Kira. It's quite nice. Weedflower sounds nice too. Sometimes JiaYi comes up to J's table-and mine, she kind of stands at this middle line- and goes 'the 2 quiet people!' or something like that. Truly, it is not so. Just ask Alina and Mun Yun. I think they'll go otherwise cos according to Simin and Clarice, we fight. But we don't! We have a heated discussion. That's all. Like we were fighting about Macbeth during lit, about what the witches were. Sorry, discussing loudly. And heatedly. But we don't fight.
Watched some funny video in EL class today, called SIGNS. It's quite funny, watching the poor guy's miserable face in his miserable routine. He's so pathetic, it's funny. In the end her resorts to staring at some girl through the window in his office. She sits opposite him. They meet in the end(damn) and well, I hope she's smart enough to dump the guy. If she isn't, she deserves to rot in hell. I'm rather like Jess, I don't tell people to go to Hell, 'cos then they'd blame me if they
did. Speaking of which I'd love to meet Ceberus one day. Is that how it's spelt? I'll post this on The Blog ('cos J ain't gonna revert I might as well follow her) and be done with blogs for the day. This post is so long. I'm so proud of myself. And I didn't even rant once. Wow. I must be on a high on Walrus Diarhhoeas :)
4:43 PM
Saturday, July 18, 2009
My first post in a really really long time. Because I have a boring and freaky life and I have nothing to say really.
For the rain poem, I actually wanted to do something with lots of blood flowing into the rain and stuff I think it had to 'show something good about humanity' or something? -.- Face it, there's really nothing good to show about in real life.
I mean, who the hell would get out of the car on a rainy day to help pick up apples?
anyway I shall post on telepathy.
It was what me and my friends were crazy over in P6, probably because we were just plain crazy back then.
Back then when someone said the same thing as you we didn't say JINX but we said telepathy!
Maybe it was just about knowing each other too well, but we tried it out like what the internet said (lol).
So I was the sender, who sends the mental images over and she was the receiver who receives them. (duh.)
And it worked, quite alot of times too. Like the plant in my room, my seashell wind chimes etc. Really it's quite kewl o_o And we didn't start from the basic things like colors like the internet told us to.
And we started buying blue ice (which I hated) because apparently it was our 'mana potion'.
And then we would go to the library and put our heads down on the table and start sending messages to each other -.-
We even tried to do it during a test.
The idea was that we would practice until we could send all the answers and we would do it during PSLE and get the same score and go to the same school.
I was supposed to send her the first five answers for the MCQs.
And when I was done I gave the signal (which was pushing back my chair), and started sending like crazy until I had a headache.
But after the test I found out that she hadn't heard the signal and everything was screwed -.-
So that didn't work. But we got into the same school anyway.
Telepathy?
And I wonder if anyone has noticed the smudge above the flying saucer thing over there >>.
Haha, my eyesight is so good.
Or maybe it's on my tablet screen? *rubrub* eh no.
---IB.
11:23 AM
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Today. We had to write this dumb Chinese compo on
rain. Yeah, so why can't they give us this kind of topics for English, huh, who cares about 'The Gift' anyway? Jeeesh. And I wanted to write about a lovers' spat in the middle of the rain on a road. And a car comes to knock them down. While they were spewing expletives! Ha. Talk about the vengeance of Him. Car Carnage. How so very apt. And J, she just had to write this pathetically short piece. Humph.
She's Malcolm's twin, I swear it.
Had Lit today too. Ugh. OQT kept crapping on about some weird thing, I didn't even know we had homework last time. Anything, Macbeth is so easy to understand! I like the way he and Lady Macbeth ended up in the end. Lady Macbeth is so cool. And I totally memorised the witches' charms: Thrice to thine and Thrice to mine, Thrice again to make up Nine. Peace! the charm's wound up.
It's so cool ok. I want to be a witch. Ok, uhm...PA was quite nice today but she kept us back like half an hour after PBL. For PBL. Enjoyed the EL presentations today. Ours was the best of the lot, I AM CONVINCED.
And so I posted. Ta.
10:27 PM
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Taken from the blog:
Clouds wafted over the chalk-white moon
A misty dream in the night of June (Just a note... I asked J for a word that rhymes with moon during Geog and guess what she told me? Noon.)
The face of the North wind blows this way
Only to be driven away by the light of day.
The Sun!
And the stars and the moon, away they run.
For the day does come far too early
Heralded by the flames on the sea.
But darkness is at the Galaxy's core.
And it shall rise again, majestic once more.
And the day's light it shall chase away,
And invite the moon's light, soothing rays. (Did a bit of change here. Didn't sound terribly good. Still doesn't, but there has to be some improvement.)
Yeah, this is how I occupy my lessons when I'm bored. No, I'm not ashamed of it. Yes, I distract J during lessons. No, I doubt she was listening in the first place. Thank you.
In personal defence of CB's comment of Jupiter:
Gentle clouds flirted over the pale moon,
A fantasy a world away from mid-noon.
The North wind dances in this direction,
The moon's face turns to give its full attention.
Noon can sound poetic, okay.
AND
I listen during lessons, okay!
(PS This is not a bold-faced denial.)
With this I rest my case (until another one arises again.)
Footnote:
I googled what rhymed with direction. They gave me erection.
To think I trusted Google!
J.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Today, I am bored. I shall post two of my poems I wrote in school for fun. NO LAUGHING JUPITER. NO MATTER WHETHER IT IS IT/HE/SHE THAT
DIED.
A shadow fell over her
A black vacuum
A coloured piece of nothing.
She froze in place
Rigid and upright, not
Trusting herself to
Turn 'round.
Dread filtered through to her
Heart.
Blackness from
Nothingness
found a body in the form of
Fear.
She resigned herself
And
Fell.
A knife through her
Back,
Blood spread out in delicate veins
Across the cotton.
And
The blackness
Flowed
Out, back into the
Night
Together with her
Life.
Clouds wafted over the chalk-white moon
A misty dream in the night of June (Just a note... I asked J for a word that rhymes with moon during Geog and guess what she told me? Noon.)
The face of the North wind blows this way
Only to be driven away by the light of day.
The Sun!
And the stars and the moon, away they run.
For the day does come far too early
Heralded by the flames on the sea.
But darkness is at the Galaxy's core.
And it shall rise again, majestic once more.
And the day's light it shall chase away,
And invite the moon's light, soothing rays. (Did a bit of change here. Didn't sound terribly good. Still doesn't, but there has to be some improvement.)
Yeah, this is how I occupy my lessons when I'm bored. No, I'm not ashamed of it. Yes, I distract J during lessons. No, I doubt she was listening in the first place. Thank you.
-Cheeseberry
5:26 PM
Sunday, July 12, 2009
I must post.
I will post.
I am posting.
I have posted.
As such, I have to ask for permission, I expect, to relax in Math Class.
I thought I liked Trig.
I was wrong.
As I was about many things.
This sounds melancholy, or it's starting to.
Yay.
My eyes hurt after her forced eye exercise on us.
Damn, but they do.
Argh.
I've gotten myself hooked to House of Night.
Which is, well, horrid.
Contrary to Jupiter's opinion, I rather like Mirander Cheever.
I mean, she punched the guy!
Of course I like the butler even more.
I like all butlers, because, they all seem to be very good for punching people.
I like Malcolm better because, of course, he goes 'Maw'. What better thing could you ask for? Except for a zombie, of course.
Not to say stir-fried zombies aren't nice but...
Back to the point(which I have no clue of) I think wardrobes are cool.
They declare war on you.
The day is not yet ended but your life soon will.
Aided by me.
And my cactus.
Thanks again. Jacqueline. Love the cactus.
You're right.
No more toenails.
Good day.
Cheeseberry.
10:40 PM
Thursday, July 9, 2009
I post.
I post because no one else is posting,
and someone has to post.
Today we had 2 hours of Math lessons.
Alina brought cranberries to eat in class.
Miss Ang taught us methods of relaxing our eyes.
Li Yun complained that her eye hurt after trying out the method.
I was going to sleep.
Due to the fan, really. It makes me slightly drowsy.
I shall put all the above into Lady Whistledown style.
Dear reader -
This author has spent the last few minutes pondering what could happen in 2 hours.
I must conclude that many, many things indeed can occur within 2 hours.
Someone could die.
Another could finish his/her homework.
Others could finish reading a novel.
Some could fall asleep.
One could also download around 100 songs. (if a song should take slightly longer than a minute)
I, for one, could take these 2 hours to decipher a Chinese comprehension.
The list is endless.
However, our teacher chose to take these 2 hours to teach us Mathematics.
There's nothing surprising about that, I'm sure, since she is a teacher.
However, she did spend approx. 15 minutes of the time teaching us how to maintain good eyesight. (15 min = 12.5% of her lesson, which is incredibly generous)
Miss Ang seemed completely satisfied that she had passed on her knowledge to 41 students.
Alina ate her cranberries, I suppose.
LiYun had complained that her eye hurt even more after self-implementing Miss Ang's methods.
I was nodding off at the prospect of undergoing the therapy of The Fan, which hovered right above me.
Not to say that Miss Ang is a terrible teacher, because she isn't.
Just that perhaps Miss Ang could consider twice before taking on an unenthusiastic class.
Jupiter.
10:43 PM
Friday, June 19, 2009
Meh, so I shall post on the subject of homework as well.
Because of a certain cheeseberry, I got addicted to a weird game called domo.
Which is surprising because at first I just started banging my head on the keyboard and it took me an hour to figure out how to walk.
I know you have nothing to say, so I shall just run away.
---- bye.
IB.
7:25 AM
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
This post has one sole purpose - to prevent this blog from dying.
So I don't really have any particular subject to post about.
Let's start with our holiday homework.
It isn't all that much, actually. It seems manageable. But the problem with all holiday homework is that no matter how much or how little it is, it still is too much to handle during the holidays.
Hence as usual, holiday homework is a lot and I'm slacking so I don't think I can finish it on time.
I'll just end here since I really have nothing else to say.
Jupiter.
6:04 PM
Lady Cheeseberry's Society Papers-17 June 2009Dear Reader:
Today is a milestone for us here at 'The Insane Flying Bananarangs' Company. It so happens it is one of the three only employees, owners, managers, cleaners, editors, and well you get the idea's, birthday. Jupiter's, in fact. Therefore, let's sing her a birthday song!
I want to eat Jupiter
I want to eat Jupiter
But it's full of funny gas
So I don't want to.
By the way. The song was about the PLANET, not the person. But for the person...
Saya suka makan you
Saya suka makan you
But unfortunately if I eat you
There'll only be two left.
And as you very well know, two is too little. 'Cos I won't post for ages. Going on, there has been breaking news at the 'Pianos in the Air' Company. Pianos are running havoc, and they are operating on the snow that has fallen into the sea of eyes, in the Singapore Zoo in the Penguin enclosure. Such a thing is, of course, unheard of. It makes a good change, however, to the large amount of half-decomposed fish floating around in the Bears' fur. It was a largely amusing, and smelly, sight. And smell.
Going on, I would like to report that koalas are rampaging in the street, and eating your hair. DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT, run out into the street to feed them your hair right now, as it has been established that this is a mutant species of koala, and feeding them means to kill them. Indeed, I urge you to let them chew on lampposts instead, as they are so much healthier for you. And them, of course, but seeing as we are humans, is it not natural our first priority is us?
IB is bending my book! I shall disembowel her and bleed her. Except, I just remembered that we're supposed to become zombies together. That's all for today. Happy Birthday, J. We hope you have a memorable one. JUst try to stay out of the Koalas' hands.
-Lady Cheeseberry,17 June 2009
3:30 PM
Monday, June 1, 2009
meheh, I said I'd post, but there's really nothing to post about.
And since I'd not be satisfied with a post of a few sentences with nil content, I shall post a post of a few paragraphs with nil content. yay.
The latest craze for me is to be taking pictures of the feet of everyone I pass -.-
It was the result of a boring half hour waiting for my cousins at the airport... and now it is officially named the Nobody Looks at Feet project! After that story in A Dip in the Poole.
Ah, since I have nothing to do, I shall compile a picture of the feet I have photographed so far.
Not that many, but good enough considering I started today.
There were some more I think, but they got lost somewhere in my phone =w=
Of course, the white shoes that got so many pictures are mine.
I'm going to try and thread in my new bright green shoelaces and see how it goes.
If anyone recognizes their foot here, I'm sorry, you have nice feet.
Oh, and as promised.
http://mikeinel.deviantart.com/art/--92532128
THE EVER-AWESOME IB
who wears sunglasses.
7:01 PM
Since it apparetly did not piss her off, I changed it back. It's rather hard to read, you know. I know, you're so glad I'm practical. Unlike Jupiter who used underhanded means to make me post. >:O
10:48 AM
Sunday, May 31, 2009
I have a perfectly fine temper, thank you very much CB.
Unfortunately, I don't have the pleasure of understanding what CB is talking about.
And I also have a feeling that I don't know what I'm blabbering on about too.
So, like her, I shall post simply for the sake of it.
Jupiter.
8:03 PM
One word. No, one sentence, actually. Which can be quite funny. If you want it to be. I like to eat
screws! No, that wasn't the sentence. But screws are nice to eat. That wasn't it, either. Ok, my
very interesting, I mean, genius-ish revelation-no, not revelation, discovery- is that... wait for it,
wait for it... uhm. I think I spoke about screws too much. I forgot.
...
..
.
OH YES.
I think this is the quote but it may be slightly off the mark, since I can't be bothered to flip
around 'Lirael' for that line. Beggars can't be choosers if the choosing's not their begging.
You know what that means, don't you? Ah, I'm so glad you do. It means that water bottles
have joined in the revolution, regardless of Lady Cheeseberry's warnings! Oh, woe is me. Oh, no
it's not. Ha. I don't really care if water bottles are striked down by Zeus, nor do I care if
Poseidon expels them from his kingdom. Cos Kibeth is here, here to conquer! HA!
That was random. I was combining 2 serieses together. ... I love Toggi Chocolate. I want a gold
hand. I think it's so cool Lirael lost both her hand and the Disreputable Dog in the battle with
Orannis. And even cooler that Mogget was actually Yrael. But the bells are the best. Ranna,
Saraneth, Mosrael, Dyrim, Kibeth, Balgaer, and Astarael. I want either Astarael, or Saraneth.
Kibeth sounds nice too.
I shall end now. Note that this font is super big. Just to piss Jupiter off. >D
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Today, I shall post on the topic of
DIGESTION. Now, I know that many of you are under the impression that it is a boring topic. Quite naturally so, especially if they ask you about the contraction of metal and all that crap. Oh wait. That's not in digestion is it? The point is. It can be highly interesting! Today, I am going to talk about why food makes you sleepy. And what can be done to counteract it. Let it never be said I don't do my research, I have taken the initiative to take a survey. I have the opinions of two: Namely, the Cow and the Dead Hands. But we all agree on one thing. Food makes you sleepy because the Pencil Lead in it will poison the spores in your throat and fungi will grow out of it, into your brain. Thus it will make you sleepy. But what can be done to make you feel alert once more? The varied answers are displayed below as such:
Cow: I feel that chewing on a piece of grass works, because, in my humble egoistical opinion, the grass will grow on your throat and quickly overlap the fungi. Therefore, blah blah blah.
Dead Hands: I myself don't eat and therefore can only rely on my dead intuition. It tells me to drink river water to encourage the fungi to grow. Then, it will kill you. After that, you can die, get summoned by a necromancer like me, and then you'll never have to eat again. Ha.
Myself, I prefer a more straight forward way. Let me just present one sentence to you, which says it all: Saya suka makan orang!
Have a nice day.
CB. (Jupiter: I hope I got this one right.)
5:36 PM
Friday, May 29, 2009
Today is the last day of school.
Exams may be over but learning never ends.
The last day of school, huh.
Jupiter.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Ah the IB has posted.
And just to make this official - without counting this post,
IB has posted a total of 8 posts,
CB a total of 7 posts
and I, Jupiter, who has posted a total of 17 posts.
(If my information is inaccurate, feel free to correct it.)
Jupiter.
7:45 PM
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Today!
I shall dedicate a post to the subject of smoking.
Because someone was going on and on about 'Living it Up without Lighting it Up' this morning.
According to some research, the gory pictures on the cigarette packets are not preventing people from smoking. (admit it, the smokers flash them around to look badass.)
Therefore, I suggest that we take a new approach!
What if, in some alternate dimension, all cigarette packets came in hot pink, with lots of sparkles?
What if - oh - they were CHEESE flavoured?
Add in some pictures of freaky unicorns/teletubbies/can-openers and you're done.
Of course, there are some people who would like this design, but they do make up a very small percentage of our population.
So we can all live it up without lighting it up! :DD
If the sparkles do not blind us first.
And now, while I go kill myself because of all those retarded things I'd just said, go watch Draw with Me, if you haven't yet.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MvjZ6VkLuCMHonestly, this is the first video I posted that is not about some retarded thing.
IB (program :D)
-- I am going to be towing a gigantinormous bag of book-trash home tomorrow! So beware, for I can always throw it at you. You.
8:56 PM
We have a grand total of 30 posts.
An average of 10 posts per person.
Impressive, is it not?
Considering that all three of us are rather lazy individuals, it was quite an achievement.
Hence I shall add one more.
Dear reader-
Travelling is never always a pleasure. This author had to face that sad truth not just yesterday but also today when I was heading back home from the Yellow-and-Blue Girls' School I am currently attending.
It was raining yesterday. I must admit I do not have a strong aversion to rain and I do find it refreshing at times. However, yesterday's 'little' pour was most untimely. It occurred on my way home and I had to be obliged to take out my umbrella to shield myself. That itself wasn't as bad. But it got worse as I was forced to keep my mouth from uttering words that could possibly sound like vulgar curses as I realized that my umbrella was doing nothing other than keep a miserable patch of my head and shoulders dry. My bag was weighed down by the water.
Then today. It was not raining. We had to clear our desk and lockers. It was also untimely as I had to clear everything out by today and had not been informed until about 5 minutes before dismissal. This author could be spotted dragging her school bag (in which I stuffed my mathematical set, textbook, workbook and file on top of everything else I had originally placed in it) and her tablet case (in which a tablet personal computer, foolscap papers, some other files and English Literature storybooks where fitted into) and lastly a plastic bag (that held all the other crap I could not put into my other carriers). I was feeling tired, really. Upon reaching home, I was greeted by a long response to my pressing of the doorbell, an exhausted looking mother and sweat that began to trickle down my back.
We had also received our report books back today. Nothing more can be said on that topic.
Jupiter.
PS. CB that shall not be your last post.
PPS. IB it's your turn.
6:08 PM
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
I'm a nice person, never let anyone say anything to dispute that. Do you not see the extent of my nice-ness is pulling Jupiter out of her... ah, misery that no one else is updating? Oh yes, Lady Cheeseberry, it seems, has run out of steam, with nothing else to say. She did, however, pass me a small passage, which I am to put up for her. I shall do so at the end of this post. Right now, I have just realised that I am speaking more and more formally, almost good English, which is really... uhm,
odd. This must be a result of reading so many Julia Quinn books. I hav this sudden urge to read 'How To Marry a Marquis' again, for the sake of laughing. But I've just bought 3 new books, borrowed one from Invinsibleberry so it is hardly appropriate to borrow another from Jupiter, is it now? I like walking in the rain. I did that today, on the way to the MRT station. A certain
somebody snatched away invinsibleberry's umbrella because she was made up of butter so that she wouldn't melt in the rain. It was to cold to guarantee she would not melt. Therefore the rest of us 'not-made-of-butter' ones walked in the rain. It was especially fun to stomp into a puddle of water and splash Invinsibleberry's feet, to get back at her. Ah yes, life is good. For now. Until the Report Books come back, at least. Then I shall be certain I would want to be the little guy in Karoshi Suicide Salaryman. Which I have just finished! Goodness, it's really a wonderful game. And now, I present to you Lady Cheeseberry's possibly-the-last piece of work. Enjoy.
Lady Cheeseberry's Society Papers-26 May 2009
Dear Reader;
It seems that PA has been in a rather good mood these days, as she has been letting the pupils have some fun during her lessons. Now, she is not a bad person, woman, or teacher. It is just that she is unnaturally focused on finishing her syllabus, that we, or rather she, does not have any time for anything else. But, on to more important news. It has come to my attention that windows are now swinging wildly on their hinges, back and forth, and my informant has recently pointed out that soon, other inanimate objects will start flying soon. This is very important news indeed, and very grave, as well. This signals the uprising of the inanimates, if there is even such a word. Soon, televisions will rule the world, but then again, it might as well have ruled 3 quarters of it, so obsessed with it are many. I, myself, am proud to announce I do not watch much Television. Rather, I find myself more compelled to vote for the TPC should it lead to the point where we shall have to vote for an inanimate as the Ruler of the World. We shall measure ourselves by it, for example, one might exclaim, 'I weigh 15.56 of the 1995 edition Tablet PCs! But listen, that's not all. I also measure exactly at 67.221 breadths of the 2001 edition of the Tablet PC.' Wouldn't that be capital! Not. I find myself rather unhappy at having to bow down to an inanimate, if you ask me. And while the windows are staging a revolt, it seems that lamp-posts have been at it for a much longer time. For example, a few weeks before the windows started to swing wildly back and forth, the lamp-posts started to fly. Now, flying lamp-posts are all very well, seeing as they are considerably lighter than aeroplanes, but I suggest that we-both humans and lamp-posts-leave the sky to the birds. Otherwise, unintended, and horrible events might spell themselves out, such as lamp-posts falling onto someone's plate of cheese, which shall result, of course, into the poor lamp-post being maimed and disfigured, and invariably, dishonoured and shamed; or even dead! Wouldn't that be just a tragedy, if lamp-posts become a rarity, an endangered inanimate? Surely it means doomsday. Would it not have been for the sinular lamp-post in 'The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe', the children might not have found their way home, and they would be left there to rot in eternal peace. Tempting as that may be, I rather doubt that those creatures would have wanted to make their mother suffer and worry. Thus, I urge you all, lamp-posts and aeroplanes alike-Do not fly. Revolt if you must; but never fly. You never know when an army of birds might come after you and peck a hole in your structure, dear inanimates. With this, I end my little sheet. This might well be my last piece, and much as I regret to tell you that, I cannot help but feel the slightest bit relieved. Au Revoir.
-Lady Cheeseberry, 26 May 2009
6:05 PM
I see that no one is giving in.
So I'll post yet again.
This time it's content will be almost zero. Just for the sake of it.
Jupiter.
2:47 PM
Monday, May 25, 2009
I figured since no one is going to sacrifice, I will.
So I'll post.
Dear reader -
If one has been observant enough, one would have noticed that an astounding majority of our class has been infatuated by Boys Over Flowers, the Korean version of Meteor Garden. Of course it doesn't take a lot of effort for the reader to notice more than half the class giggling away behind their tablet screens.
This author, very unfortunately, has also taken up a liking for the addiction of drama series. I'm watching Boys Over Flowers as well.
Jupiter.
9:21 PM
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Dear Lady Cheeseberry,
I'm sorry to inform you that your gossip is unfortunately inaccurate.
Balzato was in fact trying, and occasionally succeeding, to catch grasshoppers and spiders. And the poisonous berries were actually supposed to be fed to a certain Elaine Boo.
And I know this because... *coft coft* I was doing it with her.
- Invinsibleberry, who insists that BLODDY MELTED CHEESE is better than a set of found keys.
And I officially win since I used capslock. ha.
Cheeseberry, you made me lose a ballpoint and nearly stabbed me in the eye with it!You are my nemesis forever.
5:07 PM
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Lady Cheeseberry's Society Papers-18 May 2009
Following fellow gossip Jupiter's fond name for the Blue and Yellow Girls' Secondary School, I have decided to use the same name for that particula school so as not to confuse my non-existent readers. It has been noted by my informants that a particular Balzato has been out an about in the school field hiding from activities and instead trying to catch dragonflies. Also, at the end of it all, she gathered some 'poisonous berries' to feed the birds. What do you think? Meanwhile, during the hour-long recess, there has been a hiccup with a packet milo as it projectile-vomited onto the stone table in a remarkably straight line. While it happened, another person at the table announced loudly that she was going to buy some-more food, and thus was plagued with orders. Her face was a pretty picture, indeed. Names shall not be mentioned, but I would like to point out that Balzato is indeed a nodcock, as she is not able to notice one of my informants staring at her. That's all the gossip for today in Blue and Yellow Girls' Secondary School. Also, I have received information that the Secondary 2s in that school shall be receiving a sexuality education talk the next day, and I know for a fact that most of them are looking forward to it. How about that?
-Lady Cheeseberry, 13 May 2009
Informative, is it not? Maybe I'll post some random crap next time. Depends on how well it flows ;D
-Cheeseberry, who insists that a set of found keys is better that bloody melted cheese!
10:42 PM
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Promises.
One must always keep them, unless they were meant to be broken in the first place.
But rules-
aren't they always meant to be broken?
Hopefully this will justify for my previous post on attires.
Jupiter, the one whose mother insists must rest soon.
9:23 PM
http://www.willhostforfood.com/users/weetim/yumenikki0%5B1%5D.10eng.rarIt is rather... freakier than the Athenian Murders.
For me anyways.
IB aka SMUF
Yay for meaningless acronyms.
9:14 PM
Okay, time to post. (Or rather, outdo Cheeseberry on this one - no offense, Cheese.)
Dear reader -
It does seem that pressure is non-existent after the examinations. It is a time to relax... and let go.
But let go of what, exactly?
Some students had evidently decided to release their already loose grip on rules and regulations. Several students from the Blue and Yellow Girls' Secondary School have been spotted at Plaza Singapura trotting around and parading their fascinating uniform. I was reluctantly amused when I saw this, as I felt that there was barely anything about the attire to be proud of. This act, however, has not amused others as it had entertained this author. It had earned some speculative glances and murmurs from the public.
This author is glad to observe that the 'public' mentioned earlier was only a small percentage of the people present at the cinema. This is due to the fact that the larger percentage is made up of other students who have also discarded their school regulations. When all is said and done, majority wins.
Hence this author had also came to the conclusion that if one cannot win then one must join them. So I loosened my grip on certain prospects of certain rules - that is perfectly capable of being overlooked and is also forgivable, of course - and simply... let go.
Jupiter, 12th May 2009
9:06 PM
Lady Cheeseberry's Society's Papers-12 May 2009
It seems that banana rags are flying all about in the city. People have been slipping on them while drinking their ice-coffee-blended drinks and are delighting in the slippery, yellow toothbrushes falling on their heads. Also, banana phones are all the rage now, as are waffles, following up to IB's post a few posts ago. The colour that everybody is favouring is black, and it looks like rotten banana rags stitched together-very poorly, I must say- into something that looks like a barely decent phone. Meanwhile, toilets are reported to smell like a mixture of banana perfume and papaya seeds, and people keep stopping by to put their heads in and smell the wonderful smell. It seems that people are finally getting their wits back. I now end with this quote, of which I think makes much sense-I’m tired of all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That’s deep enough. What do you want, an adorable pancreas? – Jean Ker
I know that you know that I know that this is the most wonderful quote ever and you know that I know that you know that I know that you know that I know that you know that I know that you know that I know that you know that I know that you know that I know it. And thus I end today's society papers. All's well with the world and their inhabitants, if not for banana rags and bananaphones with waffles.
-Lady Cheeseberry, 12 May 2009
I'm sorry but I really have nothing to post and I promised Jupiter I'd post after the exams so there. I hope you like bananas. If not, I hope you puked your intestines out.
5:14 PM
