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introducing 
andrea.She's a lot of things, but basically she's just a girl. An (extra)ordinary one, and don't you forget it. ex-Pl-lite. cedarian. 1M '09, 2M '10, 3S '11. 26/12/1996 baby. WWW gang and Awesome Pwnsome Default Foursome. on her way to believing. |
lyrics of awesomeness what's to live for? you could see what i'd done staring at emotion in the light of day i was running from the things that you'd say -Mika, We Are Golden |
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Thursday, April 15, 2010
BLOGSKINNED. FINALLYYY. YOU ALL BETTER LIKE IT CAUSE I SPENT A FUCK LOAD OF TIME ON IT. So an-y-way, I did library duty today. Filed past-year exam papers. It's strange to think that one day, our papers that we did will be redone by the next "generation" of students. I came across a nice poem in one of the Lit papers. I sat all morning in the college sick bay Counting bells knelling classes to a close. At two o'clock our neighbors drove me home. In the porch I met my father crying-- He had always taken funerals in his stride-- And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow. The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram When I came in, and I was embarrassed By old men standing up to shake my hand And tell me they were "sorry for my trouble," Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest, Away at school, as my mother held my hand In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs. At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses. Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him For the first time in six weeks. Paler now, Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple, He lay in the four foot box as in his cot. No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear. A four foot box, a foot for every year. The title is Half-Term Break, it's by Seamus Heaney. I went like, "ooooohhh" at the last bit. Normally you imgaine the old dying, don't you? I am blogging about this because I have nothing else to blog about. Oh yeah-did my 2.4km today. I walked. Is anyone really surprised? Oh well, at least I passed. The goal for next year is to jog all the way. In Sec 4...maybe a C grade. Sit and Reach: A, 156 cm Sit-ups: B (could've got an A but the teacher said my han came out from behind my ears. Shuttle Run: A, 10.sth seconds. Gasp! Inclined Pull-ups: A, 19 reps Standing Broad Jump: E, 140 cm. Since P6 I've got enough points for a gold award, but it's always either my standing broad jump or 2.4 that pulls me down. It's a tough life. Also, on the same day, I went with a loooot of other Cedarians to support volleyball. They won. Of course. Cheered until wanna die. "WHY CEDAR SO PRO?" :D I don't feel very pro, actually. I feel more like a girl who PHAILS her math pop quizzes, and always misses the top position in the only subjects she loveslovesloves ttm, i.e. English and Lit, and sucks at sports (oh, to be a crap sportsperson in a school which shoves sports at their students.) Basically, not pro. Ok I'm damn hungry so BYE. PS: I have found a Final Fantasy soul sister in Michelle. Really. We love all the same characters, couples, attacks, songs. It's quite creepy. That will be all. "Well your clothes never wear as well the next day And your hair never falls in quite the same way You never seem to run out of things to say..." -Absolutely (Story of A Girl) by Nine Days
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