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By Anonymous - July 11, 2017

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200th Post

By Anonymous - July 11, 2017

Everyone likes posting. I think our most committed blogger is Jessica Gan, closely followed by A Peculiar Sort Of Author, then Beyourself_Xy, Elliethatnerd, Awesomeness Burrito (Who only has 11 posts), Xuan Pan, Tiff_Awesomeness, Ada Lee, and Annie Jakes-McKay. I want to say thank you to all of our readers and commenters, people who subscribe and laugh, and most of all, I want to thank my fellow bloggers for making this blog an enjoyable atmosphere. I just want you bloggers to know: Milestones are not resting places. It means, once we have reached 200 posts, we don't have to stop! And readers, if you count all of our posts, and realise that there are less than 200, I'm counting drafts as well. Hahaha! 😈 😡 ! I dare not post this afterwards, because someone else will post the 200th and it won't be this post. This post is kind of bad. I really want to thank everyone for their support, and everything! Annie Jakes-McKay

I Have No Idea What To Name This Post

By Anonymous - October 21, 2017

The mist hung over us like a blanket, it's cold fingers probing the goosebumps on our arms. Clumps of heather stuck out of the ground. I was furiously polishing my glasses; the vision through them was distorted and unclear. The mist, again, the heavy atmosphere it created, digging into my thoughts no matter how I tried to remove it. Having already shouted myself hoarse, I curled up into a tiny ball, pretending I was in the warmth of my cosy and comfortable home. The girl looked so helpless, unable to rise from the earth. The mist was relentlessly pelting against us, so I felt the need to help her. A form appeared out of the swirling mist. It seemed ten feet tall, but I'm sure it was anything but. The form bent over me, I could now see that it was about my height. Still, I couldn't help but cringe away from anyone touching me. I can't remember the last time I let someone willingly touch me. It seemed like such a long time ago. It was such a long time ago.

How To Use Chinese Brush Pen (Demonstrations By Me)

By Anonymous - September 20, 2017

See the Chinese brush pen is this complicated thing you use to make Chinese characters. This is what a Chinese brush pen looks like: So guys, this is a Chinese brush pen. Holding a Chinese brush pen is harder than looking at it. You have to use smartness in the mind... And that is my fabulous psychology in brush pens. Bai!!! Just joking... This is how you hold the Chinese brush pen: That is my hand, holding the brush. So, I hope you've learnt alot. JK. Let's continue.... The picture below has demonstrated me having written my Chinese name on a piece of paper: These are the Chinese strokes you need to know: 1. Heng 2. Shu 3. Pie (pronounced pee-yeh) 4. Na 5. Dian So that's the Chinesey stuff. I

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THIS IS ANOTHER NEW BLOG POST.

By computer applications / eliya - October 10, 2017

DIDN'T you say you'd be on hiatus? Yes– THEN WHY ARE YOU POSTING?!! Okay, okay. I hear you. Now, hear me out. Because I'm on hiatus, I am making posts while I can before being away for like three months or so. NOW THAT I'VE EXPLAINED, DON'T KILL ME!!!!!! On to the actual topic~ ANOTHER SHORT STORY BASED ON A PHRASE! If you don't know what that is, look at my other post, titled (creatively) THIS IS A NEW POST. (<---there it is) AND THE PHRASE IS... [monochrome] [location] ...Okay. LET'S START! ••• Every day I walk down to my monochrome location. Nothing has changed for the past six years. I work a monochrome job in a monochrome location with my monochrome colleagues. But today, I have this feeling that something's different. And trust me, my instinct knows well if something's different in this monochrome town with my monochrome location and monochrome people. I think this change... is colour. ••• These monoch

I Have No Idea What To Name This Post

By Anonymous - October 21, 2017

The mist hung over us like a blanket, it's cold fingers probing the goosebumps on our arms. Clumps of heather stuck out of the ground. I was furiously polishing my glasses; the vision through them was distorted and unclear. The mist, again, the heavy atmosphere it created, digging into my thoughts no matter how I tried to remove it. Having already shouted myself hoarse, I curled up into a tiny ball, pretending I was in the warmth of my cosy and comfortable home. The girl looked so helpless, unable to rise from the earth. The mist was relentlessly pelting against us, so I felt the need to help her. A form appeared out of the swirling mist. It seemed ten feet tall, but I'm sure it was anything but. The form bent over me, I could now see that it was about my height. Still, I couldn't help but cringe away from anyone touching me. I can't remember the last time I let someone willingly touch me. It seemed like such a long time ago. It was such a long time ago.

200th Post

By Anonymous - July 11, 2017

Everyone likes posting. I think our most committed blogger is Jessica Gan, closely followed by A Peculiar Sort Of Author, then Beyourself_Xy, Elliethatnerd, Awesomeness Burrito (Who only has 11 posts), Xuan Pan, Tiff_Awesomeness, Ada Lee, and Annie Jakes-McKay. I want to say thank you to all of our readers and commenters, people who subscribe and laugh, and most of all, I want to thank my fellow bloggers for making this blog an enjoyable atmosphere. I just want you bloggers to know: Milestones are not resting places. It means, once we have reached 200 posts, we don't have to stop! And readers, if you count all of our posts, and realise that there are less than 200, I'm counting drafts as well. Hahaha! 😈 😡 ! I dare not post this afterwards, because someone else will post the 200th and it won't be this post. This post is kind of bad. I really want to thank everyone for their support, and everything! Annie Jakes-McKay

Pink Fluffy Unicorns Dancing On Rainbows Full Lyrics

By Unknown - July 02, 2017

Here is the Pink Fluffy Unicorns Dancing on Rainbows Full Lyrics: Pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows! Pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows! Pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows! Pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows! Let's test your knowledge to see what you've learnt so far!!! What colour are the unicorns??? Pink!!! Where are they dancing??? Rainbows!!! Give one word to describe the texture of their magical fur!!! (Awkward silence) Smiles!!! Yeeeeaaaaahhhhh!!! Pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows! Pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows! Pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows! Pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows! Pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows! Pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows! Pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows! Pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rain! This is one of my favourite songs... It is amazing!

Post title

By Unknown - September 04, 2017

At this point, you know I've run out of ideas. Post title is the ghost writing in every post title (when it's empty) This post is entitled "Post title". Now let's describe this page I'm in. On the top line of this page, there it the Blogger symbol along with the word Blogger. Next to that is a line. On the top right is nine squares (Google apps). Next to that is the white notifications bell in a grey circle. Next to that is a Pink Fluffy Unicorn (my profile picture). On the line below that it says #AWESOME with a dot on it's right and the word Post written in orange. Then is the long empty box where we put our post title (my current post title is Post title). Then is another PFU with the words Posting as Jessica Gan next to it. Then is the orange box with the white Publish in it. Next to that is the light grey box with the word Save on it. Next to that the same box with the word Preview on it. And next to that

Some random post...

By Anonymous - October 17, 2018

I realise that my latest few posts are a bit bad... So I decided to make up to my fellow readers with a new series of Englishy stuff. Here goes... The room seemed much smaller than how I had remembered it as a child. The faded leather of the sofa was still the same. The redolent of the room was still the same. And despite the dust, I could scrub away at the layers to my childhood. Climbing up the wall, my hands finding the nooks and crannies instinctively, I was able to burrow into the straw of the loft the way I used to... A harsh, nasal voice intervened in my peace. I tunnelled deeper into the straw, hoping that this foreign being wouldn't locate me. "Hello the cottage," exclaimed the voice. A pair of rough, sun-browned hands reached through the hay and gripped my arms. "Do you think that we wouldn't find you here?" I froze in shock. Takeshi had returned.

Stationary

By Anonymous - June 14, 2017

I like stationary. Although it may seem that I like cheese more than I like stationary, I like stationary more. Unfortunately, liking is not something you usually associate with me. It's either love or hate. Me: But, I like stationary. And again we speak of liking : Me to Me Stationary is awesome! It ranges from pens to scissors to practically anything you imagine. THAT IS AMAZING!!!!!!!! Yeah, that was a bit much. Anyway... These are some facts about Stationary: The word ‘pen’ comes from an old French word for the long wing or tail feather of a bird. Research in 2008 revealed that the average Bic ballpoint can draw a line three kilometres long. Hehe, this is not a fact, but it basically is. Stationary is the best! [*I'm not being partial to anything here...] You are lying: Me to Me Me: Shut up! So, let's continue. I have a friend. Her name is Elisabeth. She is rather obsessed with a bad pun. I get it, but it i

How to study smart

By Unknown - December 20, 2016

What is studying smart? Studying smart doesn't mean studying hard, it means that you make the most use of your time, and get the most out of it. There are many ways to make the most use of your study time. Here are a few tips and tricks of how to study smart: You have to have at least 8 hours of sleep Sleep is incredibly important. Without 8 hours of sleep or more, your body wouldn't function properly during the day. You will feel sluggish, and very sleepy. However, if you are one of those people who can sleep for less than 8 hours and you don't feel any of those things, you are welcome to sleep for less than 8 hours. The view in front of you when you study should be a plain colour I don't know about you, but, I simply cannot study when there are very bright colours, or lively patters in front of me when I study. It is better to have a plain white, yellow or blue wall in front of you and not any bright colour that can disturb you, like, bright

Annie's English Story

By Anonymous - May 29, 2017

I was running. I don’t know what I was running from, or where I was running to, so I stopped. The cold fingers of Death were groping for me. My eyes blinded with tears of fear, I spun around, summoning all of my strength, and sprinted off, into the blaze of fire in front of me. Heat. It washed over me like a wave. I was burning, choking and gasping for pure air. The fire, it scorched my throat, charred me to my very core and incinerated my fears. I was scared of nothing. I was slipping through the cracks of a dark eternity into the depths of a deep abyss. The paralyzing agony then came. The excruciating pain, it was white-hot. It enveloped me, I couldn’t feel anything else as I tumbled into unconsciousness. I felt the cooling touch of water. Relief numbed my body. Then, I realised I was trapped: a thick woollen blanket covered me. I clawed weakly at its folds. Then the events I remembered flooded into my mind. The pain, Death. Oh, what I had do

Save Our Sharks!

By Unknown - December 11, 2016

The Sinking Shark Population 1...2...3... A shark dies every three seconds. Think about it. Do you want to save our Earth's precious sharks, or send them into the depths of extinction? Even though sharks are responsible for less than 10 deaths annually compared to the gentler deer or mosquitos, why are we so indifferent to the cruelty extended to sharks? We do not see the millions of sharks, finless, lying on the ocean floor, unable to breathe, just waiting for their slow deaths to come simply because we are prejudiced about them. Are you one of them? You are not completely blameworthy since sharks have been victims of myths and misrepresentations down the centuries. Their vicious appearance may be to blame. However, let’s not forget the 1970s book by Peter Benchley entitled “JAWS”, which was later made into an action thriller by Steven Spielberg, that shook people to their bones. Sharks were portrayed as mean killing machines, blood thirsty and senseless. T

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