What did the cyborg composer say before disappearing?

I forgot about this. Granted I've been a little busy, what with the new school, new friend (yes, the singular is on purpose), new supply of junk food to consume, so maybe you, my wonderful, non-existent reader, will forgive me.
I've been.. good? As good as any rising senior with terrifying worried parents can be. And, since I really should be working on my college apps, I'm not. Instead I'm reading my 14-16 year old self ramble about her life. If I didn't think her (their?) existence was mildly important to mine, I'd have gone back in time and bish-slapped that dork who felt the world should read her writing.
Oh wait.
I'm still that dork.

I will probably see you guys (is nobody plural? Girl, this is why you won't get into college) again before the next year is up.
I'll be Bach.

Faith

Before you read it, I'm warning you now that this will be different from other blog posts, namely in the fact that there aren't any happy jokes and boring rants about my daily life. I'll be talking about faith. Not religious faith - you're free to believe whatever you want, be in it the singe, omnipotent Christian God, the Greek Gods or even The Flying Spaghetti Monster. No, I'll be talking about faith in a family.
As a Vietnamese kid growing up in a 'Western' culture I grew up to experience two completely different worlds. In my family, the way things ran was clear: whatever my parents demanded, that's the way things went. I'm not alone in this, and in no way am I saying that I'm the worst off. I had a full, happy (mostly, anyway) childhood where I could run about and play with other children, only made to study a bit more than average. But as time passed, I found myself aching and yearning for the love and faith I saw in my friends' families. The kind of love that meant that even when you had no faith in yourself, they had plenty for you.
I had tried to ignore it. No point in wishing for something out of your reach, something that you can't change. There are children without parents, families, homes. But it still hurts.
Recently I got into Phillips Exeter Academy. I was overjoyed. It's a fantastic school and it opens the door to endless opportunities. I readily filled out all the placement tests, responded to the questionnaires, read each letter I received. I remember struggling with the Math test, but not thinking much of it. I had always been good at Math and even when I got my placement, while slightly disappointed, I decided to just do my best and see where that takes me.
My mum came in, asking if the school had responded with my placement. I had told her - I got into 31T. I was used to her ranting, her disappointment so I had just ignored it. But then she said that maybe I should stay here where I'd be in the top groups. She said that if I go there, I'll just be your average Joe, and get nowhere in life. That hurt. It hurt having read about how parents should have faith and believe in their own child, and then have mine do the exact opposite. It hurt that my parents seed doubt in me, instead of confidence. Before I could stop it, tears were running down my face, my lips shaking despite desperately trying to keep a straight face. My dad had walked in then, and said I shouldn't cry. That I should see how much smarter the other kids are and use it as motivation. It didn't help that I could still hear my mum going on how but better it would be if I just stayed here. Because I would inevitably fail at a school with higher standards. She saw me and said not to cry because I'm stupid. That if I chose to stay, my parents would readily accept me. But I don't want to! God dammit, I had been looking forward to leaving for so god damn long. This chance to escape and start over, to let myself really be who I am. And here my mum was telling me that I should stay?
I can't explain why I got so upset. Hormones? Built up anger? All the years of wishing for a different kind of family... Not a different family. Just one where the social dynamic was different really. One where I didn't feel like a disappointment, where my mum was proud of what I had achieved, not frustrated about what I won't. Not haven't. Won't.
That's not to say I won't go to Exeter and try my best. I will. Now, more than ever, I want to go there and kick butt (metaphorically of course). It's just there's always going to be that part of me that wishes my parents really believed I can kick butt as well.

Well darn it. (Day 2 ünd 3)

There goes my oath (to myself of course since those are the only ones that matter) of blogging everyday this whole week.. Being the brilliantly motivated strong willed self I managed to fail. After one day. Really I have a talent for procrastination. Honestly I deserve a medal. In fact the only reason why I'm writing this is because I'm sitting here in this restaurant (after having some yummy foodz of course) waiting for le mama to finish talking. I really should have blogged yesterday though.. both days have been surprisingly eventful (well by my no-social-life-at-all standards) though maybe I shouldn't be typing so much now as I'm afraid my mummy will take away my baby (aka my phone. Am I being an overly typical teen?). Speaking of which.. I woke up yesterday to find my iPhone lying on the floor, just casually charging. I could barely believe my eyes! I actually did that cheesy thing where I rubbed my eyes repeatedly and blinked several times.. Thank god I didn't pinch myself since that would have reached outstandingly high levels of lame/teen-chick-flick-movie. Anyway since then things have been really good! I managed to keep in contact with my friends and my mum has been really cool about it.. actually I remember going downstairs feeling really suspicious since it felt like everyone was being too nice.. briefly I considered the idea that my dog had died but then I realized that I didn't have one. Yes my mind is that brilliant.


It felt good to talk to my friends though.. while on one part it makes me wish I could have gone even more, it's pointless hoping otherwise when soon this green camp will be in the past and their adventures will be mere memories. (I'm feeling very deep right now. Stop complaining and absorb my words of wisdom! D:<)
Basically all of my spare time has been sucked away by reading historical romance novels (which are, since last summer when I read my first one, my guilty pleasure. But honestly, how can you not love them? I'm hooked.) and burying myself in their extremely improbable plot lines.. that and sleep. On top of that, I sleep about 14-16 hours a day. I feel like a three toed sloth. Come to think of it, I kind of look like one too. Though off the subject of my low (or rather non-existent self esteem)..

Today was actually an eventful, somewhat significant in my life kind of day. I AM OFFICIALLY A GRADUATE. Mind you it's a music school. On the primary level.
...
Shush. Don't mock my pride. I feel like I fully deserve it. I have kind of grown to love piano. I mean I never hated it but it was more of something I was forced to do. And much like all of the teenage population, whenever I'm made to do something, I develop an inexplicable dislike to it. But this was my last year and I can honestly say,  by far my best - I made new friends, grew to love piano and even made peace with the piano teacher who always scared me! (You recall from previous posts.. I now understand all the shouting with spurred on by love and devotion.) She's actually a darling lady! I mean so many things have changed this year (some personal, some not) but my new love for classical (in the general term, not just the era) music, piano.. It's rather bizarre but amazing at the same time :3


BACK TO THE SUBJECT! Sorry I get distracted extremely easily. I have the attention span of a dog. With ADHD. In a toy store. While a sexy ass dogette is bouncing about making flirty faces at me.
Oh wait, what was I talking about?
JK. Though I do tend to ramble on and talk for ages.. I apologize beforehand for that! Now the graduation. As the principal (a friendly, stocky man who seems to be in possession of only one red suit... that of 5 copies of the same red suit) gave out our certificates he tried to make small talk (and occasionally awkward jokes which set the female teachers (and the skinny overly enthusiastic vice principal lady) into loud, boisterous laughter) with each and every student. I, being extremely prone to panicking, was horrified at the concept of answering questions on stage, let alone with everyone watching! Needless to say, I ended up appearing like a socially incompetent ninny. Yay me.


But alas, my worries were not behind me! I had yet to play a piece on the fortepiano! (I don't know why I changed to old English back there..) The whole time the other students played, I was squirming in my seat, wringing my hands together, trying to decide whether it would be easier to escape through the window or the ventilation pipe. When it was finally my turn, I got on stage, managed a feeble grimace (did I mention I get flustered very easily by crowds?) and sat down at the piano. And played. Before I knew it I had reached the final closing bars! It felt like the time had flown by without me knowing! For a moment I thought I'd missed a page but I was so sure I didn't, and that was when I realized that despite my heart racing throughout the whole performance (and about 15 minutes before and after) it went well. I ACTUALLY PLAYED WELL! When I realized, I was actually bursting with pride.. it was a good way to end the year and I'm kind of glad my piano teacher forced me into it..


Afterwards my parents took me celebrating to a small Vietnamese Thai and Sushi place (don't even ask) and I nommed on food.. needless to say it was rather delicious. Then again I adore Asian food, so it was no surprise that I ate all of my maki in less than a minute (which couldn't have been good for my digestive system).. And then I got home, showered and got to my blogging.
Not that any of you really cared about that.
Not that there is anyone there reading this.
But I still like blogging - I am one of those people who make revision notes presentable and with illustration in case someone happened to read them. It only made sense that if I were to make a journal type thing I'd make it presentable enough to show the world. That is of the world wanted to look.. d:


Then again, if suddenly flocks of people started reading (hah, as if) I would actually be forced into blogging on a regular basis and somehow I have a feeling that won't ever happen, regardless of the number of readers d:

The Lonesome Life of an Average Blogger - Day 1

Day One..ish:

I've been locked into this hostile cold mansion, more commonly referred to as my home, for as long as I can remember. Practically all contact with the outside world has been cut off - my darling iphone is being kept god knows where (well, most likely in my mother's safe but that's a minor detail) and an enormous moat filled with wild, starved alligators is preventing any plans for escape. Life is looking glum, oh so glum..

Okay. So I exaggerate A TAD. But I swear it's just a tad! The truth is that all of my friends are off on a end-of-year trip having fun while I, having a slightly extremely overprotective mother, have been forced to stay home. My phone has been taken away without hopes of resurfacing any time soon, and so preventing any proper contact, and on top of all that, my owl is ill and so cannot deliver my letters! Can life get ANY worse?!? (ps. for all of you less mentally developed people out there, yes, I'm being sarcastic).

This gives me 9 days (starting yesterday) for sit at home and.. well, sleep? As being a nerdette (real word, I swear!) is my 24/7 occupation, without school I have lost all purpose. Well to be honest with you, during those 24 hours I spend about 14 sleeping, 8 eating and maybe 2 studying (I know. Those maths skills have left you amazed). And by studying I mean sitting on 9gag while pretending to be writing an English essay on 21st century social media or something equally asinine. To be honest, yesterday was just filled with me moping about the house in a sweat-covered Man Utd shirt, feeling sorry for myself. That and making thousands (well, nine) hand made envelopes. I think it's my new calling. I would go into more detail but.. no. However today it was much better. That is why it is 'Day 1' since if I were to make a blog post yesterday it would go like this:

'I'm feeling miserable. I'm going go to bed now and wallow in self pity. Yay me. Kthxbai.'

Today was a lot more productive. Not that it was humanely possible for it to be LESS productive. I managed to stay positive most of the day by drowning myself in a historical roman novel (it just sounds more refined than 'old-ass chick flick') and when I finished it I had such a sense of.. completeness? I don't know, something about the happy ending that leaves me grinning like an idiot once I finish it.. Half way through I played cards with my sister and some friends and it was just awesome. I haven't hung out with them (well, him and his brother) in a while so it was really nice to get back with old friends. Or rather friend.
After that I just ate my grandpop's mindblowingly super oishii spring rolls (I swear there must be some fantastic ancient secret that he's hiding from everybody) and then I got to my writing.. Not that anyone will read this but it's distracting and you never know, it might even cheer someone up. Well it's that or bore them to death. In which case, I offer my sincerest apologies. :3

Lion King - The Movie of My Chidhood

Oh the beauty of animated movies. Today I just re-watched the first of the Lion King trilogy and honestly I love it. Even though the second was always my favourite, I absolutely adore the first one too. I haven't watched this movie for so many years and now finally seeing it, it's like a whole new experience! So much that I missed when I watched it as a little kid..

Starting from Scar, my least and most favourite character. The reason why he is my least favourite character is obvious - ever since childhood the idea of hating the bad and supporting the good has been grained into my mind and even now, I can't help but feel biased while watching the movie, still rooting for Simba and yelling for Scar to go die in a hole. But the difference is that now I can appreciate Sca'rs witty sarcasm, filled with contempt but also humour. Countless times I laughed at his mocked sorrow and admired his evil and scheming ways. Needless to say, he is what adds the flair that every movie needs and he is just one of those characters I would not change a single thing about.

 

The second utterly perfect character was Rafiki. He may just be the most brilliant character ever. Between the random doodles on trees, haphazard wise sayings and never ending optimism and bursts of joy, there couldn't be a better character to guide Simba back to his destined path. From the very start of the movie to the end, this slightly bizarre but most adorable baboon leaves you not only laughing your head off but also at awe at his words of wisdom. 

Another key part of Lion King that I absolutely adored was the natural, innocent love between Nala and Simba. I mean how can you NOT love these two? I won't deny having teared up a bit upon seeing Nala crying as Scar declared Simba's death and singing my heart out to 'Can You Feel The Love' when Nala and Simba were finally reunited. Then again, I guess that might just be my pathetic love for romance resurfacing... Gosh I really am such a dweeb.

And lastly, Timone and Pumba. These two are the ultimate duo, two names that should never be said separately. Honestly, if I had to list my favourite quotes (which would take a while since I would quote about every other word..) over half of them would come from Timone and Pumba (the rest would be from Scar.) and honestly I'm having trouble choosing an image for them since there are so many that I loved and I feel like I should quote everything since they are all so utterly brilliant. And so instead of these short snippets of the movie, I recommend you watch the whole thing. I honestly love every single part of this movie - the father-son relationship between Mufasa and Simba, the wild hyenas (especially Ed.) and of course, the fantastic soundtrack! In fact, I think I'll rewatch the movie again right now (since SOMEONE made me promise not to watch the second part just yet..). Lion King forever <3

PS. Sorry for all the GIFs (especially if they crash).. I really couldn't choose just one...
PPS. This blog post is dedicated to Tom :] Hope it wasn't TOO bad. Can't wait for our Lion King marathon! <3

hello :]

You know those times when you just sit there at home with nothing to do? Well I have them. A lot. Though you might not know what I'm talking about since you probably have much more of a social life than me (it's kind of hard not too.. since I don't have one) I figured SOMEONE out there must be at least a bit bored. And I mean you have to be very bored to actually do something as dumb as read my blog because I can't name one worse way to spend your time. Except for maybe suicide. Come to think of it my blog is probably worse.

Anyway, off the subject of my very below average English, today I was just sitting in my car looking up at the sky when I realized something: Polish clouds don't actually make shapes. Or at least they make the lamest shapes. I mean compare this:



to a Polish cloud:



Gorgeous, huh? I mean it's almost March and it is still freezing cold and the sky seems to be perpetually stuck in a shabby shade of gray.
I don't really know why I am writing this random post about 6 months after all the others but worry not, I am not restarting my blog. The world is already a too dull place for my horrific writing. That I'm too lazy and prefer to just spend all day on 9gag. Because honestly, who wouldn't?

Stupid 10 hours flight...

Hey guys!

The main reason why I'm blogging is because I have another 7 hours till this stupid plane lands, and since I'm a complete pigtard and decided that I will go to bed at 10am, I didn't get up till 18 (It's not my fault I'm dumb! ..much) and so I am wide awake now.

But whatever, my ranting aside, I should continue. As many of you know, I spent the last week of school and the following two weeks of holidays at a summer camp in America. I can, without any hesitation, say that it was the most awesome 3 weeks of my life and I am already impatient to get back next year. The reasons why are endless: the food, the town trips, even the classes! But the best part by far were the people! There I met some of the sweetest, dorkiest and funniest people I know. They made every day an unforgettable adventure and I want to thank them all for it!

And as cheesy as this sounds I feel like I changed, for better (hopefully anyway). Oh, don't worry, by no means have I become more mature... if anything I feel more a five year old now than ever (which may be because I have a fluffy bunny pillow pet on my lap.. just maybe). Not only that, but I have gained some pretty, emm, 'interesting' hobbies which will no doubt come in very useful in the future...

1. Cloud watching: did anyone ever realise how pretty clouds are? I never really noticed till like the first week of CTY when I was just sitting on the quad looking around when I realised how the clouds swirl and gently sway in the blue sky.. Since then I wasted way too much time just looking up at the sky.. But clouds are the prettiest during sunrise and sunset - they go a light baby pink and look exactly like candy floss! I mean, how YUM is that? Especially now in the summer that I have sugar loads of spare time I just know I'll spend forever wondering how that cloud completely changed shape or how it simply disappeared.. and don't judge! I bet when Descartes wasn't busy pondering over the existence of his body he liked to just relax and look at clouds too.

2. Moon/stargazing: having spent every night on the quad it was hard not to notice how brightly the stars shine or how the moon slowly changed from the glowing slim crescent to the fat round.. blob. (okay, on a scale of one to ten how BEAUTIFUL was that?) When all you can see in the sky is that (well, that and a few helicopters) how can you resist the urge to just look up and admire the night sky?

3. Planking: a form of art which demands creativity, skill, but most of all, pure talent. It is not something you can just learn.. with planking you need to just know. I will not lie - in these three weeks I have met possibly the most talented plankers of our generation - Sir William Cronin, Miss Fiona, The Welland Twins, Lady Zoe.. these are just a few of the plankers that I have the honour of working with. Needless to say I encourage everybody to partake in this extreme art.

Hah. Just kidding! Planking is awesome and all but if anything it is the easiest (but still extremely fun) game which everyone and anyone can play. I promise that I will dedicate another blog post just on planking so this is all I'll say for now but if anyone is interested the internet is an open (even is slightly unreliable) door to information :]

So yeah, that's it. If for some peculiar reason you bothered to read this far (admit it. it was boring. but thank you anyway :]) I think you deserve a prize. The link underneath will lead to my never seen before, extremely embarrassing....






HAH. YOU POOPS. I WASN'T GOING TO SHOW YOU ANYTHING! HAHA. IN YOUR MUM'S POOP PIG FACE.

PS. This was written on the 20th of July but I never got around to transfer it from iPad to computer till now so I hope that clears up any confusion!

Maths Resource Center, Missing Chairs and Fake Love Letters (Originally posted February 14th, 2011)

Well hello there. I know I haven't blogged in a while which may have given the implication that this blog has died. It just kind of went into a coma... if that is possible. Just to clear things up, I didn't blog due to exam preparation as well as, blatantly putting it, my laziness. Which, in case you are interested (which I doubt you are), is represented by this emoticon:  ( ￣ー￣ )  (i.e. snorlax face!). Well, come to think of it, I shouldn't be restarting my blog now with exams this week and DofE Adventurous Journey preparation going on but so many awesome *enter heavy sarcasm* pranks were played this April Fools Day that I couldn't leave it un-blogged..

Well, as 9D students are trained professionals in the pranking business, our first prank was an instant success with hilarious results. Not. Anyway to the prank. I came into registration and, well, nothing was happening. I sat down with Jasmina, Rachel and Linda when Jacek got a brilliant idea.
-Guys! Let's hide in the Maths Resource Centre and stand around like lost and confused penguins stuck in a box because that would be totally hilarious!
Ok, so maybe that's not quite how he phrased it but that was pretty much what I heard. Anyway, grudgingly, everyone - that is the whole class of 18 people - all squeezed into one tiny room filled with maths sheets and colourful binders. As we stood there, half-asleep and not in very much of a prank-y mood we (or at least I) started wondering: 'What the hell are we doing here and how is this funny?' Which meant that we all went out, as a giant mass of people, to be welcomed by a smiling Ms Debevec, a rather confused but somewhat amused Mr Tonkin and Maria Maciejko, who was just kind of sitting there. So yes, that prank was a major success, especially considering that we weren't actually pranking anyone (that I was aware of anyway).


As bad as this prank was, this really kicked in the April Fools mood. Our first lesson was Art and considering that it is the lesson of creativity and thinking out of the box we played two rather unoriginal pranks:

• The first prank was an all time classic: we changed the time on the clock. This had a somewhat delayed but extremely amusing result. Half way through the class the Cleaning Lady from the Art room happened to be glancing at the time on the clock and was surprised to see that, supposedly, only a few minutes had passed since we came in. Not quite knowing what was going on, she repeatedly checked its time with her watch's, causing her to resemble a befuddled (I know, my vocabulary has actually improved past point of using just 'amazing', 'awesome' and 'awemazing'*) bobble head, looking up at the clock then back down at her watch. Needless to say, this caused Leon to laugh very loudly and poke me till I looked as well.
• The second rather well planned prank was our 'Missing Chairs' prank. Having gotten to the Art Room before Mr Potter the three 'pranksters' ran in and, with a rush of spontaneous thinking, hid all the chairs in the storage room. Surprisingly enough the three main pranksters where Jacek (actually no surprise there), Rachel and Jasmina (who was scarily pumped up about pranking teachers). Anyway, by the time the rest of us (the rather less excited students) came in half the chairs were gone and Jacek, Rachel and Jasmina each had a chair which they were carrying towards the storage room. Most of us proceeded to help and when we were finished we rushed out of the room, closed the door and replaced the look-out (who I think was Ronja or Adelaide) with Jacek to distract the teacher while the rest of the class calmed down and tried to let the suspicious excitement fade a bit. Mr Potter, knowng nothing, entered the room and the first words he said (well, first after: ‘Yeah, Hamzah. It IS a shame Pakistan lost, but next year, ehh?’) were: 'Oh no! Where are the chairs?' after which we decided to explain to him what an orrmazing** (I take it back, my vocabulary sucks) joke we played on him and after a photo to keep souvenir, we continued our lesson.

Unfortunately for our teachers, this was not the end of our pranks. In Art, Jasmina and Jacek decided they were going to write a fake love letter to our dear and beloved RE teacher from a certain Piotrek. As everyone else was working on their graffiti thing they wrote a heartfelt love sonnet (or rather copied from the Internet) to ‘Diana’. Of course, once that was done, Mr Potter taught them to make a red envelope in which they proceeded to put the letter in and then, a bit later, with the help of my distraction skills they managed to sneak it onto her desk. Unfortunately we didn't see the results because we kind of forgot to tell her it's an April Fools joke so..

As the day continued our pranks varied from completely unprepared and on-the-spot pranks (like me and Rachel telling Year 8s Mr Tonkin wanted to speak to them and then literally forcing him to come into the classroom on the way back from the toilet) to planned and yet still completely pointless ones (like hiding two shelves worth of exercise books which took away 20 minutes of mine and Rachel’s break yet had no reaction.. at all). Also, to our disgust, we found out what mountain oysters really are (if you don’t know look it up on google). So yes, I think it was a rather successful day (:

*awemazing - word coined by Linda Phan
**orrmazing - word coined by Mr Potter (I know, ama- I mean, orrmazing, right?)

PS. In case you aren't a complete nerd (like yours truly) here is a picture of a real (or as real as a cartoon can be) snorlax:

dearblankpleaseblank (Originally posted on December 21st, 2010)

Am a lazy pig so instead of writing a proper blog post I am just gonna show you these:

Dear Noah,
We could have sworn you said the ark wasn't leaving till 5.
Sincerely, Unicorns.

Dear J.K. Rowling,
Your books are entirely unrealistic. I mean, a ginger kid with two friends?
Sincerely, Anonymous

Dear Icebergs,
Sorry to hear about the global warming. Karma's a bitch.
Sincerely, The Titanic.

Dear Mary,
Just admit that you slept with someone else. This story is getting old.
Sincerely, Joseph.

Dear Person Who Linked me this Site,
Please never send me a link again. I have responsibilities and absolutely no willpower.
Sincerely, now addicted to 'dearblankpleaseblank'

Dear Justin Bieber,
Roses are red, violets are blue, If I had a water bottle, I'd throw it at you too.
Sincerely, everyone sane in the world.

Dear Justin Bieber,
Ariel would really love her voice back.
Sincerely, King Triton.

Dear Voldemort,
A couple of lies would take care of that.
Sincerely, Pinocchio.

Dear Taylor Swift,
If it is of any interest to you, Romeo and Juliet both kill themselves in the end.
Sincerely, Shakespeare.

What do you get if you put a fruit a some cars together? A traffic jam! (Originally posted November 29th, 2010)

Okay, this brilliant joke was created a few weeks ago in one of Mr Stephen's amazing lessons by my apprentice Jasmina O.  She's pretty amazing, don't you think? Anyway, today I spent 1/4 of the day in the car. Which was very nice and all (not. I tried to commit suicide, but I didn't have the gun that Rachel made me).. but I guess I should start from the beginning.

Lovely Morning at School:
As usually, Monday mornings are.. well, very tiring. The day started with Science during which we achieved nothing, then we had English. You see, English was never my strong point, and my concentration span is about as long as a goldfish'. Sorry, not goldfish - goldfish have an okay memory and attention span, since they can learn all those awesome (pftt) tricks. So maybe like an octopus. Yeah, that works..  So when Mr Doherty asked us to work in class, well, you can guess how well that worked out. Now on my to-do list (I really like using bullet-points):

1. Practice piano
2. Write English essay
3. Finish French HW (Got so bored that started it in the car)
4. Check Polish HW (Ditto as in French only I actually finished it)
5. Research the 'Legend of Anastasia' which is awesome and all, but I could do without the extra work 
6. Geography Assessment (but we might be doing that in class)

Fun.

SNOW!!!!!!
Well, on Saturday it started snowing. Not light snowing, but woosh! Instand blizzard! So as you can guess, we were all super excited about going outside and rolling in the snow and I was putting on my water-proof gloves (which Rachel keeps making fun of) to go outside when the teacher tells us that we can't because 'the snow is icy, so you could slip'. But since we are totally bad-ass *snort* we tried to sneak out (and failed) because Ms Hall caught us and threatened with a red censure... So fussy. We were so disappointed but refused to give up! At lunch, there was Ms Hemerka who was a bit nicer, so me and Rachel (Linda and Jasmina wouldn't come) got to hang out outside for about 5 minutes. It was so cool! Since the wind was blowing, it felt like being on a very cold dessert, since the snow was crispy so it flew about everywhere :] Unfortunately, Ms Hemerka made us go inside, but NO! By now Jasmina had joined us (Linda left after a bit of wandering to do the Polish homework) and we tried again! We were like total stealth ninjas! We ran ALL THE WAY from the main gate to the to the door to the KS2 corridor! Actually, we hid  like 3 times, in fear that we would be caught. I know, James Bond would be proud. We were gonna do it again, but I think Ms Hutchinson almost caught us, so we decided that we had achieved the peak of awesomeness, no need for more

"I have alcoholic candy! I can get drunk!" "So? I got drugs! Cough syrup!"
That is by far my favourite quote from one of my super-fascinating conversations with Little Michael (we were both stuck in the traffic) Anyway, so I leave music school at six and can you guess what time I got back? Ten! That is four hours! I felt like punching my window! Seriously! I was so bored that at one point I started doing homework! That is of course after my battery ran out, I won the whole 'Crazy Penguin' game TWICE, as well after calling practically everyone on my contact list (so about 5 people (not really, I'm not that pathetic... not THAT pathetic anyway)). After about the third hour, I was starving! And can you guess what I found? ALCOHOLIC CHERRY CHOCOLATE. It was disgusting. But I was starving so I ate it. Of course, afterwards I found some 'Paluszki'* but you know.. Also, the traffic lights were absolutely useless! I literally didn't move from one spot for about half an hour! The the lights kept changing; Red, Yellow, Green, Red, Yellow, Green; yet no one was moving! Can you see why I hate traffic lights now?

Finally Home
At ten, I finally got home. I know, it felt like half of the day passed me by! Oh no wait, it did. Well, one sixth. Anyway, the moment I got home, I had to do some homework and then... *drum roll* I blogged! By the way, I finally realised why I blog (I had a lot of time to think... but I spent most of the time trying to kill the traffic lights)! I know how boring life can be sometimes (probably better than anyone else) so I like to think that I'm helping SOMEONE be a little less bored (though I'm probably doing the opposite.. sorry guys, my intentions are in the right place)! Plus, the whole no social life thing..

*Paluszki: Fingers. Or you know, salted bread sticks.