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To those of you who were tricked by Jessica Gan's recent post... Well, if I come to think about it, the post wasn't that recent. The "Acronyames" post.  I am really put off. However, I know I am wasting your time by saying this, but I bestow apologies upon my readers for my lack of posting.  I have an extreme case of "Posting-o-itis" which is a case that I possess. I am in deep trouble.  I am already on stage 1987.... And that's the penultimate stage... I feel nausea, there are dark spots clouding my vision, and I feel the end is near. And that Jessica Gan, she tricked all you readers into thinking it was easy to come up with those lies about me. I will reveal the truth!!!!! Shortly... Ultimately, (and firstly), I am a human.  Sometimes, I think I am a chicken. Or even an otter. Ok, Jessica Gan says it was easy to come up with an acronyame for me, talking about false rumours that make me innovative, excellent and amazing (nice and

WOW  it has been such a long time. To be exact, about 3 months. I think. On to the topic of this post. So, there are loads of situations that you may get yourself into like a party or gathering, and sometimes you just don't feel like socialising therefore you don't want to go. It happens. Instead of hurting your friends' feelings by saying you don't want to go, here are some safe ways to get out of being a social human being. 1. My sister/brother/mother/father/relative is sick and I promised to take care of them. 2. I think I'm becoming sick. 3. There's a family thing I have to go to that day. 4. Something unexpected and super personal happened. (only works if it's last minute) 5. I have to study. 6. I have tuition/dance class/some other out of school activity 7. It's my rest day, I've been busy non stop this entire week. AND THAT IS ALL. But to be honest guys, please try not to lie. If it's a close friend, then you sh

Xy knows what this is.  I know what this is. It is a thing.  (Wow!!!!!!!  I bet you didn't know that...) I am a thing. There are particles so small, they pass through us every single day!  (Wow, that's even cooler). A Chinese Yoyo can also be known as a diablo.  It is typically used in Spanish theatre. (Oops, I stupidly didn't realise this until 3 months after I posted this post. Diablo actually means devil.  A chinese yoyo can also be really known as a diabolo , hehe, I am so informative) The ratio of chickens to humans is: 2:1... How nice... A diablo can be thrown as high as a building. All the termites in the world weigh more than all the humans. Xy and I have the same diablo; except hers has her Chinese name on it. The Queen Termite in a hill gives birth to 800, 000 termites a day... Sometimes, Xy and I play catch with the yoyo. I hope you enjoy my uninteresting facts and silly ones about Chinese Yoyo's particles, chickens, and termites. Tq

Three Boys stood on the other side of the steel fence. "Keep Out," Jayden read the ominous words on the wooden sign which was hammered onto an elm tree outside the fence. He Hesitated. Jaxon and Lex were already making their way across the field. Although Jayden was as curious as the other two, he was concerned about what had happened there over eighteen years ago. It was just like another Chernobyl disaster except the Phoenix Research Centre was more contaminated that Chernobyl. Jaxon and Lex, however, nonchalantly strolled across the wild grass fields towards it, ignoring the brambles that tore at their skin. Jayden wondered it they were an omen telling them to turn back.  At a distance, the research centre was visible. Jayden caught up with the other two. As they walked into the musty, abandoned building, they heard scurrying and scuttling sounds, hurried footsteps and a strange snarling sound. Jayden was defensive and raised his hands to stop the rest, who did not

Why did firefighters use Dalmatians? Dalmatians are perhaps best known for their role as fire-fighting apparatus escorts and firehouse mascots. Since Dalmatians and horses are very compatible, the dogs were easily trained to run in front of the carriages to help clear a path and quickly guide the horses and firefighters to the fires.

If it's form in the laboratory was grotesque, this was a million times worse.  It was indescribable.  The smell of curdled milk rolled off the creature in waves, filling the air with it's putrid stink. IT WAS MADE OF CHEEEEESSEEEEEEE. so she ate it.  and it tasted good.  And so she continued on with her whale research. THE EEENNNNNNDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD continued by a peculiar sort of author