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I'm slow at posting this, but better late than never :D

_anis.

custody chaos

Hello people!

Just a follow up to the lesson today - who do you think Christopher should choose to stay with? Feel free to share any other relevant ideas such as your impressions of Father, Mother, Christopher and even Mr. Shears.

Cheers,
Mrs Venod

resurrecting the novel

ACHTUNG (that's German for 'attention'): Bring along your copy of Curious Incident for Lit Holiday Lessons. I trust you still remember the novel...
For those who have lost their copy, it's HIGH TIME you either search for it or buy another copy.

See you on Monday...bright and early @ 0800 in 3E3.

Buenos noches (that's Spanish for 'good night'),
Mrs Venod

on puns and humor.

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Just thought I'd share something in reference to our discussion on word puns and word plays. (yes, there are sexual overtones, but try not to take it too seriously. I found it hilarious.)



"Sex Changes" by The Dresden Dolls.

Dear mr. and/or mrs. sender-
We're pleased to inform you that your applications been accepted
Starting from the time you get this letter
Your life will be one never-ending
"hope you're feeling better"
You get your choice of an aesthetic
We'll need to chop your clock off (tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock)
It might not be what you expected
There is no money back once you've been ripped off ripped off ripped off!

Today's a very special day
The boys'll murder for it but what will the neighbors say
It leaves you feeling pretty hollow
It might be nice to look at
Don't forget you're stuck with it tomorrow (and tomorrow, and tomorrow....)

You're big enough to stop pretending
You'll start to really show within a week or so
So don't go saying it's just come to your attention
You'll get more than you're asking for without the right protection

Today's a very special day
And how you'd love to have a little thing with which to play
But love won't get you very far
Today be still your beating heart
You'll have to keep on feeding it tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

Boys will be boys will be boys will be boys will be boys will be boys will be girls with no warning
Girls will be girls will be guys will be boys that don't cry over toys that they use to beat girls they
Despise by the morning
They always said that sex would change you...

No second thoughts the knife is nearing
You'll never hear the little pitter patter pitter patter
Of this little feat of engineering
Of course i love you and of course it's what's inside that matters
But i think the whole charade is ending
It seems to me to be the only way to keep from getting
Caught up in a long life of regretting
The doctors said that once you get a taste for it you'll keep on cutting

But while you happen to be here
Why don't you whisper all those sweet forevers in my ear
Stiff upper lip for all this sorrow
Hurry up and stick it in
You never when it will end
Tomorrow or tomorrow or tomorrow...





happy hauntings.
_anis.

hello people...
hehehehe... first time posting at this blog..
sorry mrs v. ..

okay .. first day at kindergarden(i suddenly forget how do i spell it..)
was "WHAT??!!!"
my form teacher called me...
KAMALAI !! instead of KAMALIAH ..
i was like...
hehehehe ..
who is the person with such a funny name ..
not knowing it was actually me,KAMALIAH ..
i cannot remember my teachers who taught me back then..
1st year..
i took chinese...and was like...
ermmm ..."hello everyone my name is kamaliah"
while the rest were speaking in mandarin..
went home .. scolded my mom .. hahahahha .. i was the only malay girl there ..
then 2nd year.. i took malay .. AT LAST !!
but there's one thing that happen ...
this particular day..
i went to the toilet with a friend..
the toilet is at another room and it was dark.. i mean the room...
i asked my friend to wait for me.. she said "okay..kita tunggu awak"
that means okayy.. i'll wait for you ..
so after doing my business..
i went out ..
and..i
i'm ALONE !!
she left me in the toilet ALONE !
worst still !!! i tried to open the door which connected my malay classroom to the empty room .. IT'S LOCKED !!
i knocked it real hard .. and like 5 mins later my teacher opened..
i was like ..." ????????"

primary school i remembered i cried telling the teacher "i want my mother"
because everyone was looking at me like i'm n alien which came form pluto or mercury ..

and yeah ... this one i experienced every first day at school...
i stepped into the school gate ..
and everyone will start looking at my left eye ..
first time was really irritating..but now, i manage to accept the teases ..
till now they still call me names.. because of my eyes ..
and one of the names they called me is "terminator" and i have no idea why...
does terminator have the same left eye as me ??
and yeah .. I will not be offended if people ask me straight what happened to my left eye..
but i will be offended when they start making fun of me...TILL NOW !!!





Much Love ,
Liiah <3 .

fat :D

Firstly, to Anis : you're not that bad, people with those curly hair and straight fringes + THICK MAKE-UPS are worst ( they're whor-ish , i know it's insulting but think i care? ) .
* CHEERS *

Okay, back to the matter. When i was in primary 1-3, i seldom hang around with friends in school, because i was only given 50 cents and my 'friends' thinks that i'm stingy because i NEVER joined them during recess. Oftenly, " EEE.. Dingjie so niao (stingy) one, always tapao(takeaway) food from home. " can be heard. ANDANDANDANDAND probably because of that when i was in primary 4, when i was given a RAISE in my pocket money, I ATE&ATE&amp;ATE&ATE&ATE until like this -.-


O________o nice one la .

poop.

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aha. I'm always the outsider whether I like it or not. All my life.

I've always hated the idea of conformity-I whined about the fact that all uniforms were,well, uniform- and have tried really hard to avoid it. And failed. eh.

Primary school was a walk the park, until I transferred into a co-ed school. I was the only girl who spoke proper English, could back-sass the teacher, and was very outspoken (yes, even then.) But the girls never liked me because I was rough, and they could only either speak Malay or Chinese. They didn't like me because, well, they had no boobs (this was round primary 4.yes, I'm a fast bloomer). I didn't make the effort to hunch, because I was proud to have something they didn't :D
But I didn't really care back then. I had a couple of friends whom were brave enough to befriend me and not poke fun at my boobs. Primary school was goooood.

Secondary school began with much dislike. People poked fun at my boobs (...even now.), made fun of the way I spoke, people I associated myself with, yadayada, the way I dress...
I'm born with the IDONTGIVEASHIT-gene, so taunts don't usually get to me. Eventally, insults finally sink into my thick skull. And then my self-esteem level disintergrates, my love for life does as well, etcetcetc, and so I feel like shit. And mostly wondering why people hate me so much.(boy, that's...um..emo.) Then later, I come to a shocking conclusion ; my life does not really suck, people are arseholes, and anti-conformity will always be met with animosity.
But I think it doesn't really matter when you have so many good people in my life as I do :DDDD

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RUBBER DUCKIES!



-a n i s.