Yay! Managed to get Rachel, Ben, and Jeremy addicted to knucle rolls. Since they dunno how to do gonna put the video up here and let them learn.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mAbhRTyJrOQ
Wednesday, 26 March 2008
Tuesday, 25 March 2008
A Mixture of Everything [Part 1]
Angel of darkness,
Angel of darkness,
The world is in your hand,
But I will fight until the end...
~Angel of Darkness, by Alex C feat. Yasmin K
1.
It all began when Michael Hartz, one of Hollywood's most famous actors, met and fell in love with Petra Bristow, a young model-turned-journalist working at The Times. Despite objections from Michael's mother, Rebecca, who was also his manager, the two were married within two years.
Of course, it pissed Rebecca Hartz off to no end.
For several months after the marriage, Rebecca was utterly convinced that Petra was just one more of the gold diggers Michael used to date. The feud between mother and son over the daughter-in-law grew so great that in the end, Michael disowned Rebecca. She left, distraught, and abandoned her son to his fate.
Six months later, Rebecca sued Michael in court.
Why she sued was still a mystery, but what was known was that despite all the objections, Michael and Petra managed to invite a ray of sunshine into their lives, with the birth of their twins: a daughter, Petra Elizabeth Hartz, who was affectionately nicknamed Lizzy by her father, while her mother called her Domino, naming the child after her best friend in the modelling business, Dominique Van Lorenz, and a son, Allen Kirby Hartz, who was the younger sibling.
As a child Lizzy was vivacious and innocently carefree like most children did, but she never got the same type of freedom. Having been photographed since before she was even born (determined to make some money, her grandma Rebecca stole her and Allen's ultrasound pictures and sold them for a quarter of a million to the tabloids), Lizzy knew from a young age that she could and would never live the same life as other people.
Things took a turn for the worse when Petra passed away in a car crash.
Michael was distraught when his wife died, and the kids were passed to Rebecca to be raised until Michael "can get back on his feet", as Rebecca told the press. The three years with her grandmother was Lizzy's epitome of Hell, she later said. She was often ignored or worse, yelled at, and blamed for every little thing just because she looked like Petra, "the she-devil" as her grandmother used to say. At the time she was too young to understand what was going on, but as she grew wiser, she understood, and she swore to make Rebecca pay.
When Lizzy and Allen were eight, Michael remarried to Tara Myers, an actress he met on set. With his life in order, he invited his children back to stay with him. While Lizzy agreed that she loved her father more than anything in the world, she never forgave him for abandoning them.
The story begins twelve years later, when the twins are both in college....
Angel of darkness,
The world is in your hand,
But I will fight until the end...
~Angel of Darkness, by Alex C feat. Yasmin K
1.
It all began when Michael Hartz, one of Hollywood's most famous actors, met and fell in love with Petra Bristow, a young model-turned-journalist working at The Times. Despite objections from Michael's mother, Rebecca, who was also his manager, the two were married within two years.
Of course, it pissed Rebecca Hartz off to no end.
For several months after the marriage, Rebecca was utterly convinced that Petra was just one more of the gold diggers Michael used to date. The feud between mother and son over the daughter-in-law grew so great that in the end, Michael disowned Rebecca. She left, distraught, and abandoned her son to his fate.
Six months later, Rebecca sued Michael in court.
Why she sued was still a mystery, but what was known was that despite all the objections, Michael and Petra managed to invite a ray of sunshine into their lives, with the birth of their twins: a daughter, Petra Elizabeth Hartz, who was affectionately nicknamed Lizzy by her father, while her mother called her Domino, naming the child after her best friend in the modelling business, Dominique Van Lorenz, and a son, Allen Kirby Hartz, who was the younger sibling.
As a child Lizzy was vivacious and innocently carefree like most children did, but she never got the same type of freedom. Having been photographed since before she was even born (determined to make some money, her grandma Rebecca stole her and Allen's ultrasound pictures and sold them for a quarter of a million to the tabloids), Lizzy knew from a young age that she could and would never live the same life as other people.
Things took a turn for the worse when Petra passed away in a car crash.
Michael was distraught when his wife died, and the kids were passed to Rebecca to be raised until Michael "can get back on his feet", as Rebecca told the press. The three years with her grandmother was Lizzy's epitome of Hell, she later said. She was often ignored or worse, yelled at, and blamed for every little thing just because she looked like Petra, "the she-devil" as her grandmother used to say. At the time she was too young to understand what was going on, but as she grew wiser, she understood, and she swore to make Rebecca pay.
When Lizzy and Allen were eight, Michael remarried to Tara Myers, an actress he met on set. With his life in order, he invited his children back to stay with him. While Lizzy agreed that she loved her father more than anything in the world, she never forgave him for abandoning them.
The story begins twelve years later, when the twins are both in college....
The Picture
Hey Erina these are the two nicest. I kinda like the second picture, but anyone will do. Help me load okayzz?
Thursday, 6 March 2008
Just A Minute
Bwahahahah! Today I conquer the English Speaking Universe!!!!!!
Well actually no. It's been so long since I wrote.
Okay. Today my class stayed back for English. Then Pn Doreen said got oral prez. So everyone was like, 'Hey, you done yr oral oredi?' At first for oral I planned to do two topics: Alexander the Great and Greek Myths, wanna let the class choose which topic mah, interaction with class maybe more marks. Then finally settled on Greek Myths.
At first Pn Doreen called out Xian Yao, but he didn't prepare--he was trying to translate his 'Kesan Merokok' karangan into English. Swts. Then later she called Por Lyn and PL didn't prepare also...wait there crap something about her dad and herself. So Pn Doreen got quite angry and disappointed, started talking about what 4 Kemboja prepared so much better than us blah blah blah....And I was telling everyone and no one (well actually Jennifer) that I wanna go next coz the sooner I got it done with the better I'd feel.
So at the end of her speech she said dejectedly, 'Is there anyone who'd like to volunteer before I call out the numbers?' And I had my hand up and I was saying, 'THANK YOU! I was waiting for you to say that!' or something to that effect. And the whole class clapped as I walked to the front.
At first wanna refer to my paper and talk a couple different legends but then mind blanked out and I started telling the story of Zeus without looking at the paper. When it was done (over three minutes I think) Pn Doreen looked quite impressed and she said, 'How do you noe so much? Didi you memorize?' And I went 'Uh no, I'm a big fan and I was just winging it.' And she said to the class 'See when u like something very much it's easy to speak.'
Fast forward until second period when Pn Doreen said that we gotta share our class with 4 Angsana coz of a mix up in timetable to I shared my seat with Chiau Hui. Then Pn Doreen let us play a game called Just A Minute. We picked a number from 1 to 30 on the board and Pn Doreen gave us the topic. And u gotta talk about the topic without using the word 'a' as in 'a cat, a dog...'
Cempaka went first but didn't get the point. Neither did Angsana. After a few rounds May Wen called out my name and I went cursing to the board. I picked number 12 coz it was my birthday. The topic was 'Boys'. While everyone stood there I was pacing the room and I went. 'I do not have much experience with boys.' Everyone was whistling. 'But my friend Erina does.' More whistles, Erina was like, 'Wei!' I continued. 'She had plenty of experience with boys and many people admire her. Boys are generally taller than girls are puberty. They tend to play rough most of the time--'
And Jonathan the timekeeper said, '1 Minute oredi!' And Cempaka went, 'YEAH!' coz I scored a point. Raised my two hands in the air triumphantly Domino-style, hi-fived a lotta ppl and wnt back. Pn Doreen said I should be the only one to go to the next round coz I scored.
Second round. Now can't say 'a' and 'the'. Jonathan purposely lost by saying, 'Milo is a drink.' (Milo's his topic). Tot Angsana would catch up but surprisingly didn't. Then in the end Pn Doreen made me come out again for final round--playing against myself. This time I couldn't say the word 'And' either. 'A bit funny,' she said. 'You play against yourself.' 'Yalah teacher,' I protested. 'No need lah. Just let Cempaka win,' but no, gotta do it nonetheless.
Dunno which number to choose but someone called out SIX so chose six. Tajuk was National Service. So I was pacing around the classroom wondering what to say when Pn Doreen said, 'Hurry up.' So I began. 'One of my cousins was enlisted in National Service. She's very smart. She's very capable. She says National Service is fun. But I don't think so.' The whole class laughed. 'She was chosen as-' almost said 'the'. '--as.....ah......leader to...' almost said a bunch of people. '....to...to...people. People of Malaysia!' Raised my hand, was talking crap now. 'She loves National Service. She loves her country. She says it's very...err....very...'
Then Jonathan shouted. '1 MINUTE!'
So naturally the whole class exploded. Everyone was so freakin' impressed. Did the Domino-style raise again and hi-fived many ppl. Erina said she's so proud I said her name.
And that's the end.
Well actually no. It's been so long since I wrote.
Okay. Today my class stayed back for English. Then Pn Doreen said got oral prez. So everyone was like, 'Hey, you done yr oral oredi?' At first for oral I planned to do two topics: Alexander the Great and Greek Myths, wanna let the class choose which topic mah, interaction with class maybe more marks. Then finally settled on Greek Myths.
At first Pn Doreen called out Xian Yao, but he didn't prepare--he was trying to translate his 'Kesan Merokok' karangan into English. Swts. Then later she called Por Lyn and PL didn't prepare also...wait there crap something about her dad and herself. So Pn Doreen got quite angry and disappointed, started talking about what 4 Kemboja prepared so much better than us blah blah blah....And I was telling everyone and no one (well actually Jennifer) that I wanna go next coz the sooner I got it done with the better I'd feel.
So at the end of her speech she said dejectedly, 'Is there anyone who'd like to volunteer before I call out the numbers?' And I had my hand up and I was saying, 'THANK YOU! I was waiting for you to say that!' or something to that effect. And the whole class clapped as I walked to the front.
At first wanna refer to my paper and talk a couple different legends but then mind blanked out and I started telling the story of Zeus without looking at the paper. When it was done (over three minutes I think) Pn Doreen looked quite impressed and she said, 'How do you noe so much? Didi you memorize?' And I went 'Uh no, I'm a big fan and I was just winging it.' And she said to the class 'See when u like something very much it's easy to speak.'
Fast forward until second period when Pn Doreen said that we gotta share our class with 4 Angsana coz of a mix up in timetable to I shared my seat with Chiau Hui. Then Pn Doreen let us play a game called Just A Minute. We picked a number from 1 to 30 on the board and Pn Doreen gave us the topic. And u gotta talk about the topic without using the word 'a' as in 'a cat, a dog...'
Cempaka went first but didn't get the point. Neither did Angsana. After a few rounds May Wen called out my name and I went cursing to the board. I picked number 12 coz it was my birthday. The topic was 'Boys'. While everyone stood there I was pacing the room and I went. 'I do not have much experience with boys.' Everyone was whistling. 'But my friend Erina does.' More whistles, Erina was like, 'Wei!' I continued. 'She had plenty of experience with boys and many people admire her. Boys are generally taller than girls are puberty. They tend to play rough most of the time--'
And Jonathan the timekeeper said, '1 Minute oredi!' And Cempaka went, 'YEAH!' coz I scored a point. Raised my two hands in the air triumphantly Domino-style, hi-fived a lotta ppl and wnt back. Pn Doreen said I should be the only one to go to the next round coz I scored.
Second round. Now can't say 'a' and 'the'. Jonathan purposely lost by saying, 'Milo is a drink.' (Milo's his topic). Tot Angsana would catch up but surprisingly didn't. Then in the end Pn Doreen made me come out again for final round--playing against myself. This time I couldn't say the word 'And' either. 'A bit funny,' she said. 'You play against yourself.' 'Yalah teacher,' I protested. 'No need lah. Just let Cempaka win,' but no, gotta do it nonetheless.
Dunno which number to choose but someone called out SIX so chose six. Tajuk was National Service. So I was pacing around the classroom wondering what to say when Pn Doreen said, 'Hurry up.' So I began. 'One of my cousins was enlisted in National Service. She's very smart. She's very capable. She says National Service is fun. But I don't think so.' The whole class laughed. 'She was chosen as-' almost said 'the'. '--as.....ah......leader to...' almost said a bunch of people. '....to...to...people. People of Malaysia!' Raised my hand, was talking crap now. 'She loves National Service. She loves her country. She says it's very...err....very...'
Then Jonathan shouted. '1 MINUTE!'
So naturally the whole class exploded. Everyone was so freakin' impressed. Did the Domino-style raise again and hi-fived many ppl. Erina said she's so proud I said her name.
And that's the end.
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