Contract

"Hm, did you go to the F1 yesterday?"

"No, but I'm sure I got to see a lot more than all the people there :D"

"Huh?"

"I watched it in tv!"

Well, my day started at 8:45 this morning -after having gone to bed only 2:45 earlier (because I was smart enough to dedicate myself to watching videos in YouTube)-. Woke up after making a whole lot of noise after falling off my bed in a bad attempt to turning off my alarm, and finally -after maybe 5 minutes taken to finally wake up- began studying. Studied French for about 2 hours and went to have a shower at around 20 to 12. Ran out of the bathroom after hearing my phone ringing with my toothbrush inside my mouth, only to notice that my friend -whom I had promised to meet at 12 o'clock- was already waiting for me. "Great, I'm late again. Damn showers, I must start shortening them." I told myself, but always end up noticing how I am one of the persons who take the shortest showers among most people I know.

"Je n'ai pas des amis"

I met my friend at 12:30 after having wasted 10 minutes of my life looking for one of my converse shoes (which I smartly enough left at my friend's place. No, I didn't go home with only one shoe on, I took two pairs of shoes to her place, flip flops, and converse, because I thought I'd bother to put my converse on before leaving, but no, instead, I didn't notice how one of them slip out of my bag and went home). Another friend texted me asking if I was going to watch Mamma Mia, while my darling friend Miki and I sat eating in a Coffee Bean -having amazingly big chocolate chip muffins and I was having a caramel ice-blended-, to what I answered "Urm, Yes, I do think so." And after a few other text messages, she texted "...ur being weird today", and to this, I commented to Miki how much it truly annoys me when people shorten words in order to type faster. Our conversation grew into a larger one, touching the topic of when people don't use ",","." or "?", and how annoying it was when you can't tell whether a person is stating something, or asking a question, and how horribly horrifying it is when you ask a person what was meant by such long text message with no usage of , or .. "Urm, what?" I texted back to my friend then. So after a while, I noticed I had finished my ice-blended, and was glad to notice how there was some caramel still on the plastic cup. So I stuck my finger into the cup and took it out, to later put my finger in my mouth and enjoy the amazing taste of such wonderful substance. Miki then turns to me and says "You really are being weird today."
I thought that was perfectly normal, to eat the rest of the caramel, so I didn't give it much thought, and I believe I just nodded my head and kept doing it.

We watched the movie "Mamma Mia", which truly, I thought was amazing. I sang along to most of the songs, which really made my day.

This was followed by "Disturbia", a few Dane Cook videos, something Izzard -which I must admit was quiet hilarious- and finally, the making of a contract for dear Fintan, who was forced -and I mean that quiet literally- to sign.

Marshmellows.

How much is a text message?

You have suffered enough and warred with yourself, it's time that you won.

"I got home alright, thanks"

There's still time.

"I'll go just play with someone else."

I don't know you but I want you, all the more for that.


verb, loved, lov·ing.
–noun
1.
a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
2.
a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.
3.
sexual passion or desire.
4.
a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.


–noun, plural Grand Prix, Grands Prix, Grand Prixes (sometimes lowercase) any of various major automobile races over a long, arduous course, esp. an international car race held each year over the same course.


When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful.

And I will always love you.

If you don't send this to 30 of your friends, you will never be loved for 98 months.
Damn, I don't have 30 friends close enough to forward this to. I guess I'll have to deal with the 98 months.


friend·ship
–noun
1.
the state of being a friend; association as friends: to value a person's friendship.
2.
a friendly relation or intimacy.
3.
friendly feeling or disposition.


Sing your melody, I'll sing it loud.

Just hang in there.

Why so serious?

You're a retard.

F*CK OFF!!!!!! -with love, from Miki.

I KILL YOU.

If this is heaven, I've been screwed.

IT'S GOOGLE'S 10TH BIRTHDAY TODAY! HOORAY!

-Fishmonger

THE CLOSET

Hiya, Guys!
Just so you know, "The Closet" will be published in the following blog :)

www.theclosettt.blogspot.com

Thanks, see you there :)


-Ecchi

Porquoi Pas?

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GAH.
GIVE-ME-A-REST.PLEASE.
Haha.
Dude.
So much to do, so little time.
I do NOT want school to end,
Because if it does, that means we're closer to the end of the holidays!
Which means that we're closer to the start of term 4, and therefore the end of it, too.
School formal, friends coming and going, "No, you've got to buy a pretty dress"-business. Brother getting too-old-to-still-be-at-home-and-girlfriend-who-can't-wait-to-leave-the-country.
Should I kill her?
SHE'S TAKING MY BROTHER AWAY! (Or she wished she could, at least)
COME ON.

If anyone knows a way to stop time, please give me a call.

I am desperate. And porquoi pas?

The Closet -sneak peek II

THE CLOSET
By Benjamin Thomson

It must have been around 3:30 am by the time I got home that night. I knew dad wouldn’t be home, and I hadn’t slept in ages!

I dragged my feet and crawled onto my bed, only bothering to take off my jeans before getting in it. The green around me helped me to fall asleep just shortly after getting in bed. They always say green relaxes people, right?

I woke up from a massive fall. I opened my eyes widely from the floor, wondering why I’d leaped so high and far from where I’d been sleeping. It was already morning, and as I had forgotten to close the curtains –like I usually do-, the light blinded me for a few seconds. You’d obviously expect the sparkles to go away after a minute or two; but they wouldn’t, so I reached out for my sunglasses –that were lying on the side table- and put them on.

“HOLLY SHIT!” I exclaimed as I leaped back again. IT WASN’T THE SUNLIGHT! IT WAS—IT WAS A DUDE! He was shining! Glowing, sparking! LITERALLY!

All of the sudden, he wasn’t there.
I stood up quickly, to look around, and there he was, grinning at me. I took a step back, wondering what on earth the dude was doing in my room, and who the hell he was. And I felt the mattress against my bare back— MY BARE BACK!?

“HOLLY—!”

But it was too late. The dude was on me, covering my mouth. His hand was as cold as ice. I tried to push him off, but he didn’t even move –and I ended up hurting my fist-. I saw my shirt now on the floor a few meters away from the bed, and I am sure my colours started to fade in terror until I was almost as pale as this dude. I saw him whispering stuff –way too fast for me to understand—, and then quickly press his lips against my neck.

Haha, laugh out loud, I'll have to rate the blog as 18+ next sneak peek.

ROFL-ing with no bra on.

Eh?
Say what?
Sexy.
PFFFT
Haha, yeah, right.

Well, for some strange reason,
I managed to say the following phrase, while wiggling my body like a retard
"AHAH! IT'S LIKE ROFL ROFL ROFL! AHHAHA, WITH NO BRA ON!!"
Just as a teacher walked by us.
Yes, great.

Also, today in music, we had to fold a few programs in order to help the teacher, because there is like a school concert thingo going on today (good luck by the way, fishmonger). So I sat there, folding programs and inserting a green sheet (with the names of each person performing) into each program [THERE WAS YELLOW PROGRAMS, AND WHITE PROGRAMS [to what I assumed that the white ones were just in case that they ran out of yellow]). After having inserted about 70% of all the green sheets into the programs, friend comes over and realises her name is spelt wrong. She crossed out her name (in pencil) and wrote her name right.
So, smartly enough, I took a PEN out of my pencil case and began doing the same [in each of the white programs]. While doing so, I was told by my friend to stop, but, as I had only 3 left, I told her to hold on, I was about to finish.
THEN, TEACHER WALKS IN!
Didn't see what I was doing, as I had just put it away, but someone told him (Yeah, thanks for that), and he began checking.

"I'm awfully sorry about that, I truly apologise, but this makes it look informal"
Informal? Come on, you spelt her name wrong!
So I gave him 3 out of the about 17 programs on which I'd written on, and he took them away. Who knows what he did with them, but oh well.
YEAH.

Oh, dude.
COMBOVERS.
YEAH.
Yum.
Hahah.
WOOT.

Future, Future, How I love you, Future.

I am so happy.
Because today, I found my friends. :)

Also, I discovered EXACTLY where I want to study.
I want to study in the Kyoto Seika University -yes, in Kyoto,- for 4 years.
Graduate as a MANGAKA! -KACHING!
And so I was looking for Japanese Language Courses, because one of the requirements was fluent Japanese (YAY ME). So I found this one place,
THAT'S REALLY CLOSE TO MY PLACE! AND THE LESSONS HAVEN'T STARTED YET! OMG.
And yes.
My mommy said I could.
Because,
there's this dude who needs help with his spanish classes,
and so comes MOI.
and I get payed, so.
Yeah, mum said that if I did that, maybe she'd think about the whole japanese-lessons-for-me :D :D :D :D :D
SO YES!
WOOOT!

You don't make any sense, you retard.

So, okay.
Everyone has a key and a lock, right?
And in order to open the lock, someone must grab the key and open it, right?
And what if someone took your key, but doesn't wish to open your lock?
And what if that someone doesn't want to give you your key back? What do you do then!?
Gah, and, and, GAHHHH.
SOMEONE IS A FREAKING KEY-THIEF!
Okay, Okay, I have a plan, my darling fighting muffins.
FIND HIM AND RIP HIS HEART OUT.
Bring it to me.
And I'll see what I do with it.

The Closet

Just a little sneak peek for my darling friend Kirra.

It must have been around 3:30 am by the time I got home that night. I knew dad wouldn’t be home, and I hadn’t slept in ages!

I dragged my feet and crawled onto my bed, only bothering to take off my jeans before getting into bed.

Just so you know, Kirra, I HAVE written more than this, but I don't wanna put it all up. Yeah.

Okay.

I'm off.

Yocal

So a friend walked into the pod with her shoes held together with a thick piece of sticky tape.

"Just buy a new pair in Chinatown! They're like 5 bucks!"

What made this comment comical was that another guy over heard the word "Chinatown" and proceeded to try and intimidate this friend.
"What did you say?!"

First period was drama, and we got the daily notices read out.

"You need to return a book to the library."
"What book, miss?"
"The book thief. Isn't it ironic?"


"Romeo, Romeo, let down your hair."


Later on, during maths, out of boredom, I decided to bite my friend's arm.
"What?! No! I just washed it yesterday, man!!" She complained, making an apparent observation to the rests of saliva now on her jumper.
I doubt it'd been 5 minutes when I did it again. This time, she punched my arm and said
"HEY! HEY! DO YOU WANT A WENIS?!"
"...er, maybe?... huh?"
"YOUR HEAD!"
Or something like that.

A friend was sitting in front of us.
And he spent his maths lesson pressing "5" and "=" as fast as he could on his calculator.

After a while I look over my shoulder at my friend again, and caught her writing the following words on a piece of paper

"There is no I in team but there is in Dishwasher."
I laughed at that, and she looked at me with a face, wondering if I retarded.
To what I answered
"What the hell? Dishwasher!? Hahaha!"
"What?! THERE IS!!"
"Can I use the "Your head" comment in my blog?"
"Yes, but you have to put "Aidin™" next to it."
At the time, Sir was writing a math problem on the board that started like this
"I invested $10,000 blah blah blah."
My friend makes a PFFFT noise and hits her head.
I look at her once more, then at her paper.
"Aidin" I said after seeing it written on her book.
I laughed again, and made the PFFT noise, too.
"Haha, can't stop thinking about him," I laughed.
She pouted and then laughed again.
Aidin invested $10,000.

I wish I had that much money.
Then I could buy myself and iPod touch!
WOOT WOOT.

Last two periods were double physics-YAY,- and after finishing our job, Miss said we could have some free time. So I spent some of my time playing shadow puppets with the projector, maiking the dog eat the retarded rabbit just about 3538721 times.
Went back to my seat, tired enough, when a friend writes on my book
"Jacob Black is not a heterosexual."
Making a very nice comment on my favourite fictional character.
To this I replied by writing this big parograph about how he was not gay, but he had been seduced (see: raped), and therefore had to live with the guy (See: has been kept as a sex slave, so the rapist won't expose his biggest secret).

I decided I would write this story (and promised a Lemon scene. XD) and name it "The Closet" as it would show the way that the rapist came out of the closet and decided to rape our lovely Benjamin [Names were changed].
We spent the rest of the lesson brainstorming any specific ideas this friend would like me to write in the story.

Oh, and let's not forget how I got hit by a bottle.
AGAIN.
And yes, by the same person. -sigh.-

"Hahaha, you're acting like a retard, Kirra."
"Yeah, haha, but you act like a retard every other day, hahah."

Your Head. (Aidin ™)

GAH?!

Okay,
So, false alarm.
DAMN YOU.
So she's not leaving.
But she's sure gonna die.
DUDE.
I KILL YOU. SERIOUSLY.
GAH.
I KILL YOU!
OMGOMG
-i can't say i hate you, though, because i am too happy you're not acutally leaving.-
BLEH.
YEAH.
I KILL YOU.

With love,
From me to you.

Does anyone have a hole I can jump into?

So, okay, I was already in a, er, sad mood, I guess, because I have a friend who's not being very nice, but yes, let's put that aside for now.

Today was fairly okay.
Not many funny highlights of today.
Although in music, last period, we were working on a composition, and Sir wants us to keep record of everything we do, so he was showing us how to paste the actual composition into a Microsoft Word document, so he was showing us that with "alt+G" you could select whatever you wanted in your Word document, and then he goes

"So you can adjust each side to make it as detailed as you wish."

Nothing really especial, but at the moment it was just quiet funny.
And yes, I can't really recall any stupid/funny other things that might have happened.


Though I do recall that yesterday at lunchtime, I was the victim of a bottle-accident -Yes, I got hit by a bottle-. RIGHT ON MY EYEBROW. It hurt so much. And my eyes watered up so much.

"Hold it in, Conrad, be a man."

I'M TRYING! but it hurts...
Oh, and of course, someone else goes

"Oh, no, it's already swelling up"

And so he proceeded to point at my eyebrow.

AWESOME, SO MY RIGHT EYEBROW GETS ATTACKED, YET MY LEFT ONE SWELLS UP.
Gah.
I kill you.

And so, although, I wish to go (8)
Yeah, no.
So of course, no day is perfect, but i think today was overdone.
So I was angry at my friend, yes, but, gah, I thought that was enough for a day.
But it turns out that my friend is leaving at the end of the term, -which is only 3 weeks away,- and that was it, I started crying -which was gay, cause I was sobbing [What the hell, I never sob -I don't think I do, at least]-.

So yeah, okay.
I'm off.

Good Morning, Mr Litre.

Haha.
When I was little, my older brother and I thought that there was this tree (that was on the back yard of our beach house thingo,) that if you didn't salute it every time you went past it, it would give you some kind of disease.
So every time we went past it, we'd go
"Good morning, Mr Litre. [lee-tr-eh or something, we made up the spelling of it, too.]
"Good afternoon, Mr Litre"
"Good evening, Mr Litre"
"Good night, Mr Litre, see you tomorrow"
And so, our lovely summer days went past, saluting Mr Litre every time we saw it, too scared that it would try to kill us if we didn't.
Haha, and for some reason, it came up in our conversation at the dinner table, and I just thought it was worth blogging, because, you know, remembering the good old times is always good, is it not?
So yes.
Well, we had quiet an interesting conversation today, we pretty much touched every subject possible (happy topics, I mean, not like fight thingos, haha).
Like, yes, at some point, dad began telling all those stories, (those ones we already know by heart, because he tells them rather often, but still, I laugh at the right spots, just so he thinks they're still funny, if you know what I mean ;p), and it was just so fun. We sat at the dinner table until 12 o'clock until my mum goes
"HOLLY COW, LOOK AT THE TIME!"
And then we quickly got up and left.
But that involved a great deal of drawing and problem solving and poop, and it was just so cool. Haha, yes. Awesome.
Well, well.
Yes.
Be gone now. ;p

"Can I go to the toilet?"

Today at school, our maths teacher was absent, so we, obviously, had a sub teacher. Of course the dumb people in the class dedicated themselves to shout and scream like primary kids while the teacher attempted to explain the new topic.
After Miss had finished writing everything on the board, one of them goes "We're an advanced mathematics class, we obviously know this stuff, we learnt it in year 8!"
I couldn't help it to turn and stare at him like he was a freaking idiot -and I am not actually saying he is not one-, because Miss had already asked if we wanted her to explain, to what we had all answered yes.
A while went past until another one asks for permission to go to the bathroom. A second one puts his hand up and asks to go as well -at the same time-. Miss told him he couldn't, and he proceeded to say "So I'll sh*t my pants, is that okay?"
At this point, I started to really wonder what was wrong with people today. I know it was first period on a Monday, but that was no reason. I'd never actually heard a student swear to a teacher -I'd heard about it happen, but I'd never actually seen it happen myself-. Though the teacher didn't seem as surprised as I was, and answered lightly the following words. "That's fine with me, they're your pants."
And then the whole class burst into laughter -to which I happily joined-.

Then, in period 6, we were meant to present a draft for an essay we are writing for English. The teacher selected groups of 4-5 people, and called them out to talk about each of their essays and compare them -I suppose, as I haven't had the conference yet-. Of course, not many people had done their job, and after the first group came back into the classroom, the following question was asked to one of the boys in the class who hadn't finished his work.
"Dude, so what did you do?"
"I showed her my work."
"What did she say?"
"She said, she said... She said "That's not enough"."
Then I started to seriously wonder what was wrong with people today. Although I -for once- had done my job, I felt like a retard for some strange reason.

And that's how my school day finished today.
Not my greatest day,
but I guess it wasn't the worst either.

So, until next time.

What the hell?

Okay, as the title well says

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

There's this thing with my dad, he gets very angry when we skip school -even if we are dying sick or whatever- and suddenly today, we were talking about news and events (such as the typical "an airplane crushed just the other day in *******, and the people died before it actually crashed, because the inflated the boat inside the plane, so they all got squished to death, how horribly stupid can the cabin crew get, for God's sake?") when he suddenly started talking about soccer teams buying soccer players and stuff like that. Then, just as unexpectedly he goes

"Chile is playing Brazil tomorrow morning. 9 a.m. local time here in Singapore. -pause- Therefore, feel free to stay at home to watch it with me."

Obviously, I couldn't help it but to stare at him with a strange expression sweeping across my face. He stared at me for a long while, then says "What?"

I composed myself and said the following

"Would it be okay then if I stayed at home until the game finished and got to school before recess finishes?"

To this comment, he proceeded to stare at me as though I was a retard child.

"What? And waste money on the taxi? No thank you."

"Okay, so you want us to miss the whole day of school?"

"What? You're not missing school"

"But you just said--"

He probably found something amazingly funny, maybe my face or something, but he burst into laughter, and my brothers joined him while my mum and I stared blankly, wondering what on earth made them laugh like psychos.
"What are you laughing at?"
I glared at my little brother.
"Oh, God, you should have seen your face! It was the most retarded thing I've ever seen!"
"Yeah, thanks, have you ever seen a mirror?"
"Why, yes, I see them every day, and I can't help it but to stare at the sexy beast who stares right back at me while I do so."
"What the flip? Sexy beast? HOW OLD ARE YOU?!"
I screamed, rather amused to hear my brother use such words.
And, probably I pulled that face again, the three of them burst into laughter. But this time, my mum joined them with a giggle.
I gave a big, tired sigh and began eating again.
After lunch, I dedicated myself to draw and colour a drawing inspired on Alice in wonderland, which is almost done now, haha, such joy.
Yes.
Yes.
I think that's it for today.
Hmm...
Yes.
Be healthy, now, children.
Run along.

Woot!

WOOT!
Hello, hello, everyone!
Hahah, well, yes, I decided to get a blog now.
Er, yes, I've never had one before, but I figured it'd be fun to have one.
[Too bad they don't have Tahoma, that's my favourite font]
Well, I decided to make a blog because I went to a talk thingo today, and the host dude said he wanted to see our blogs, and he asked who had a blog, and yeah, I felt like putting my hand up, but yeah, haha, I'm making one now. Yes, so now, here I am.
Well, well, er..
what shall I say?
I like pie.
Haha, actually, I don't, so I'll take that back.
Well, I do like chocolate, so yeah. :3
Er, and yes.
I think that's it about me for now.
And yes. The talk was cool. And I think I shall talk more about it some other day.
Because I can't be bothered to do that right now.
But yes.
I am quiet happy now that I've done this.
Haha, sweet.
Okay, then.
See you.