Chapter 6: a way wit words

startin this post afta i went 2 the bakery.. it was surreal..
the owner(carl) got lost in my neighbourhood.. so i was jst sittin there nodding 2 slp..
we started @ abt 3am there was only 1 otha worker there (mike)
i made 4 cakes.. i thnk.. n then helpd around with 100 pizza bases. i must say my spreading-the-pizza-batter-smooth-onto-the-pan skills improved n i actually quite lykd it. i did sum heavy lifting too: bundles of unfolded cardboard boxs (700+ boxes), and also crates containin 27 pizza bases each.
man im beat..
they threw out all the leftovers n i ws lyk.. OoO...i saved as many as i cud..custard squares, mud cake .. but i felt sick after the first dozen~ bakers' that is :P

i'll put the masterpieces on at a later date

went 2 donquest kennels +catteries 2day. it was fun..but i steppd in crap.. i playd wi cute lil dogs n cats. they wer adorable!!
Anyhoo.. heres pretty much all the compositions i could dig up:

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SNOW WHITE-THE QUEEN'S STORY
Most of you will have heard the story of Snow White. What you haven't heard, is my side of the story. The true story. My name is Susan, but you can call me Suzy. I am the nicest Queen ever. I will now tell you the true story of Snow White.

Once upon a time there was a teenage girl called Snow White. As her step-mother, I tried everything to make her happy, but Snow White disliked me for taking over her ugly mother's place. My loyal servant Albert, gave me daily advice on what present to give her every morning.

One day, for no apparent reason, Snow White decided to run away. I was very worried, so I sent Albert after her to keep an eye on her, but to let her rome freely. When Albert reached her, she had already acquainted the house of the seven goblins. "I've always thought goblins were nasty, but today i've learnt not to judge someone by their looks," said Snow White, tricked by the goblins' false kindness. Albert rushed in. The goblins' quickest reaction was to use magic. Poor Albert was turned into a mirror, with an ugly mask for a face, and tossed out of the window.

A few minutes later, Albert landed on my head. I had had enough of waiting in the castle so I had come in search of my darlings. There, right in the middle of the forest, Albert told me everything. I carried him back to the castle and hung him on my wall. "You have been very faithful and loyal. I do not know how to repay you. There is nothing more you can do. Stay here and rest," I said, smiling gratefully. Just then, Albert turned around to face the inside of the mirror. A few minutes later he turned hastily back, "The goblins have just made breakfast. They have poisoned her share with Canerifugusopi! I don't think there is a cure for that!" Without a word, I rushed down to the secret cellar and made a potion that could cure anything but only if the patient received what she desired most, deep in her heart.

Now the next step was disguises. I had just picked a fresh basket of juicy apples from my fruit garden. I needed to disguise the potion and myself, since Snow White wouldn't open the door for me. I injected the potion in the reddest apple.

I knew what Snow White desired most. It was because I had given her everything in the world except for the one thing I couldn't give her. A man's love. Now, you know Snow White's mother was ugly, so you can't blame Snow White for being as ugly as a toad. I looked in the mirror. My beautiful reflection looked reproachfully back. I knew what I had to do.

The potions were made. I stood at the door watching Snow White home alone. I knocked nervously, clutching a potion and the basket of apples under a hooded cloak. She opened the door, and without a second's hesitation I threw the potion at her. Sparks flew around her like fireworks, then there was a blinding flash.

I could see a beautiful girl, standing in front of me. It looked exactly like I used to look like. I was pleased and sad at the same time. "W-w-would you like an apple?" I asked. She seemed to have sympathy for my whimpering voice, so she took the reddest apple and gave me a dime in return. She took a bite, and fell to the ground. This was my chance. I flew through the woods, to a hunting prince. "I will show you to a beautiful princess who is in trouble. We must hurry! There is no time! You have to trust me!" He obeyed. Oh! How I wish I could marry him!

When we arrived, the goblins had already put her on the table. In the famous story of Snow White, she was in a coffin, on a death table, but what really happened was she was put on a plate on the picnic table.

The handsome prince took one look at Snow White (my beauty) and fell instantly in love. He sprinted to her, with his first instinct.

He is now kissing her. A tear trickled down my ugly face. He finished kissing her, as I finish the story up to this point
*** Suzy
This is where I, the narrator come and finish this touching story.

The Queen watched the prince and Snow White escape on his white horse, but before the Queen had time to go the head goblin grabbed her. "You! You ruined my birthday meal! You shall pay!" With that, the kindest Queen died a fiery death.

She had given the King, love; Snow White, beauty and love; the prince, a bride. Lastly she gave the goblins a wonderful meal. Herself.

As you can tell by the language.. this was written a while ago, showing the already advancedly developed creativity

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As the heavy door swings open after four distinct beeps, the noise of the traffic explodes into the house followed by the ‘clack clack’ of her high-heels against the ceramic tiles. The rustle of plastic bags indicates Grandma’s return in the late morning after a daily trip to the supermarket. An old woman carrying groceries fragile wristbones quivering with every sway of the load, seems out of place in the busy streets of Taiwan, as she is swarmed by brisk-walking businessmen in suits.

I can hear her bustling around in the kitchen, preparing the ingredients for lunch, as I walk downstairs. I peep from behind the corner of the door at an image which startles people at first sight. A human-sized doll is standing in the kitchen. Bold blue eye shadow, vibrant red lipstick and foundation are all perfectly applied on a wrinkle-free face covered by a few strands of curly jet black hair.

Another feature my grandmother is never caught without is a tartan, black and wheat-coloured accessory; the trademark of her favourite brand, Burberry. The only time she can be caught without this artificial look is around dawn. She has a gentle face with tiny freckles daubed on her cheeks with wrinkles engraved around twinkling eyes. My grandmother receives the compliments from the shop assistants of Burberry, whom she visits everyday, like a schoolgirl with a soft chuckle bringing her delicate fingers over her mouth.

Grandma has a few key rules for her family; absolutely no microwaves or instant noodles. Among her concerns for our safety is her dislike to our exposure to the radiation of microwaves and the preservatives of instant noodles. This extends to a hate for computers, cellphones and other gadgets which emit radio waves. She shows her disapproval by furrowing her eyebrows, narrowing her eyes and a shake of her head. She favours her grandchildren above all and is willing to take all measures to satisfy the greed of adolescents. For instance, she hides small treasures for my cousins to “steal” after discovering a lack of her trinkets in her house and the mysterious appearance of them in my cousins' house.

She enters the restaurant with confident strides, nodding slightly whenever the waiters utter polite greetings her way. Her mutual relationship with my grandpa is revealed on every visit to her favourite restaurant as she orders her usual two bowls of noodles. Once she finishes consuming every wisp of noodle, she slides the bowl to her right where Grandpa gulps down the soup. With her dinner finished she would excuse herself from the table to continue shopping.

After a long day of combing every floor of the department store, my grandmother and I take the subway home. Grandpa always found the millionth tour around the stores extremely tedious thus he would disappear off to his private clinic on the first floor of the house straight after dinner. Upon arriving at the house I was forced to strip off the “dirty outdoor clothes” and change into fresh clothes if I wished to step within 10 metres before the towel protected couches. Grandma keeps herself constantly occupied, creating tasty concoctions in the mini kitchen beside the living room; only after a firm debate would she be persuaded to join me with a movie.

I swung open the colossal door, ready for my departure. I could hear an electric train screeching to a stop a block away; my cue to leave for the next one. Grandma frowned as I wave her goodbye, even though we would be seeing each other the very next day. She handed me the takeaways for my mum and dad, smiling as she heard me quote her favourite words, “There's always tomorrow.”

This was written a bit mor recently, in creative writing in english. our topic was "decribe someone you know".. or somethin lyk that. some of this was false (eg. the end quote~ i just thot it wud b nice 2 finish on a quote).. but hey its creative writing.

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VOYAGE

The bell echoed through the cloakrooms
Butterflies in your stomach stayed in their tombs
Smiles formed as you entered the dull room
You grin as your friends zoom,
Towards you.

A woman wearing glasses is teaching you
Wrinkles of wisdom by her eyes, there were a few.
In a second, everyone in unison raised their heads
Grinning and smiling, for it is time to be fed.
Tasty food!

Nobody took the time to enjoy the food
Since claiming the shaded tunnel was better than grub chewed.
Today it was ours. We waded across stones, a sea,
We curl up in the cylinder with the juice mix beside me,
A sweet treat.

We gobbled down the fairy dust, my treat
And away we sailed to the battle against the pirate fleet.
On with the journey! On with the war!
The victory was glorious and so we anchored ashore,
To start the real journey through school.

Again.. a while ago.. mm mayb 2 years? the topic was to cature the magic of being 5..

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DIARY ENTRY-EVA SMITH (FROM 'AN INSPECTOR CALLS' a play i think)

March 17, 1912
Dear Diary,
Today was the most horrible day I have ever had. I had set out this morning to seek help from the "Charity for Women" for I discovered I was with child. The father of my child does not seem to be a very responsible man, for I found the money he was providing me was indeed not his. He is a very sweet young person to get money even though it puts his life in danger. But that is not the reason for my losing all hope.

The head of the charity, who would most likely be the same age as my mother, although she was not so lucky to live to this day, denied my plea for help when she found i had lied. But forgive me dear Lord, I did not mean to, for the truth would probably have sounded even more farfetched to her. I think you would agree for my false story had been about my husband, if i did have one, leaving me.

This world has left me no choice really, if I were to live on, it would only be for my baby, but if i chose to end this misery, I would be killing not just me, but a person who hasn't even had the chance to breathe its first breath, take its first step, or fall in love.

I must reason with my conscience. I have already been fired from two extremely good jobs even though I tried my best and worked very hard. For once I had found my true love, Mr. Gerald Croft. I have never been sure if he loved me back but as it turned out, he was already engaged to be married. I feel as though my heart has been ripped away, although I do not feel much sadness. Only despair.

I float around as though I do not exist, the soul inside me does not live anymore. I walk around but I do not know where I am going. That is why I feel the need to end this quest to find happiness and acceptance. I will accomplish this on the eve of my birthday, so I can say, I did not live to be 24.
Eva Smith

written in same year as "voyage" ~?
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AVALANCHE

Silent, quiet, not a sound.
In the pure whiteness,
nothing dares disturb the
cold icy grave.

Suddenly there is a piercing
cry, from far below. Children
fight in the snow. Unaware,
uninformed.

A low rumble is heard,
like the sound of a drumroll
before the coming of a war. Then
there is a deadly stillness, breaths held.

Tourists gaze at the peak.
Small clouds of snow dust gather
and grow, forming a stampede
of wild stallions, galloping down the slope.

There is a mad rush towards vehicles,
trampling any who were in the way.
But it's too late. Another civilisation
lies buried below the ice.

All is quiet again, not a sound.
In the pure whiteness,
nothing dares disturb the
cold icy grave.

also same yr as VOYAGE..this wasn't markd hehe thank god.. duno hw 2 use.. that whole carry the sentence into the next line thing... so its choppd off in weird spots..
almost done.. js needa gt my files frm otha comp..
if u've read my LJ.. mite'v read tis shit b4..
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UNFORSEEN FREEZE
On a dark rainy morning, everything seemed black. Ben stood with his younger brother, Ted, in a black suit, holding a black umbrella. Everyone seemed to be attending unconsciously. There were no smiles; just stares at the long black box. Ben looked down at his mother, watching her slowly descend. Ted, nearly drowned by his tears, withheld the urge to jump in after her.

Ben was taken to the family lawyer by his aunt, Phillipa, after the long ceremony, while Ted was left at school. Ben sat down but there was only one chair so Aunt Phillipa stood behind him. “I am sorry your mother passed away, son,” said the lawyer, "But she was prepared. She left me with a video of her will which she made herself. Here it is.” He pushed the video in the slot and pressed play. Once again Ben saw his mother’s sweet face pop into his vision and speak to him, and a tear trickled down his cheek.

“Ben. If you are watching this I must have already passed on already. You may feel sorrow in your heart but you must be more optimistic. The way you acted when your father died is the way you must treat such difficult situations, and I think you should be proud and behave similarly now. But listen dear, there are a lot of important things I have left you. You must take good care of little Ted, for I know he wasn’t prepared for this. He hasn’t any experience with losing someone close to him. But in my will I have left all my wealth and belongings to you, Benjamin Behighley.” At this point Ben could see out of the corner of his eye that the lawyer was staring enviously at him, but he continued to watch the video. “It is all yours to keep, but you must use the money wisely. Use it to take care of Ted and yourself. You must remember, my son, you owe none of what I left you to your relatives. Honey, it’s time for me to leave now. I know that you are just a growing teenager, bu I also know that you can handle anything you come by. Bye, for now.”

Ben woke up. It was the same dream of his childhood, and yet he was already a 20-year-old customs officer. He had been having that recurring dream for a week now, and it was starting to worry him. Ben watched as Ted twisted and turned in his double bed in the adjacent room. He had grown into a handsome 15-year-old, who desperately wanted to be an electric guitarist with swarms of fans. He certainly looks the part, thought Ben, with his red and white guitar leaning against his bed and a cupboard full of hair gel.

There was a light knock on the door but hard enough that Ben heard it on the second floor. He almost jumped out of his skin, but he walked absent mindedly to the door. Usually you would automatically look through the peephole. At least you would do if there was someone at the door in the middle of the night, and maybe he might have taken a peep if he had glanced at the clock which read 2:52am. As soon as the door was slightly ajar, someone pushed Ben to the floor and he received a sharp blow to the head.

Ben awakened, taking a second to fully log onto what had just happened. His leg was throbbing and he could feel a slight dampness beside his knee. He got up, using the door as a prop and slowly turned, standing on his left leg. Okay. So I’m not dead. He paused to look up at the clock. 5:22am. I still have time to wash up and get Ted to drive me down to the hospital. He limped slowly towards Ted’s room pressing on the wall for support. “Ted, wake u...” Ben froze at Ted’s door. The blanket was lying on the ground. Lamps and chairs were all knocked to the floor. Ted’s guitar lay in two pieces on the bed, alongside his hair gel pottles all scattered across the room. “No, no. Nooooo!” Ben screamed, in despair as he followed a trail to a puddle of blood a few metres by the doorway.

9.. 1.. 1.. Ben dialled the number and waited for a response. “... Hello, how may I help you?” The cheerful voice of a woman on the other end answered, and Ben explained to her everything that he knew about the matter. “Oh dear, we will get people down there at once. Please hang on a little longer.” She asked for his details and hung up on a concerned note.

The police arrived 15 minutes after the call with medical assistance. Ben was carted away by two men in white and taken to the hospital to get his leg attended to. “We must stop the leg from bleeding, he will...” Ben heard the men speaking to each other but before long he was out cold again.

Ben woke for the third time that morning, but this time he found himself staring into the eyes of a man no more than ten years older than him. He smiled at Ben when he sat up and held out his hand. “Glad to see you’re all right Mr. Behighley. The doctors said you’d be free to leave as soon as you came to. I am Detective Sherman Elms, but you can call me Elms. I know you won’t enjoy this but I need you to tell me in full what happened this unfortunate morning.” His voice seemed unusually high, Ben thought, but after a moment’s chuckling in his mind, he told his story once again while Elms scribbled down notes on a pad. There was a few minutes silence after Ben finished his story but soon Elms put down his pen and looked closely at Ben. “I know you are worried about your brother but I am sure he’s fine apart from the one wound that left that puddle, I know because I went round to your house, which is lovely by the way, you must be rich. I found this note lying crumpled on the floor, here it is.” Ben took the piece of paper from him and it read this:

WE HAVE TED BEHIGHLEY. BRING $3, 000, 000 U.S. TO THE TREEHOUSE OUTSIDE YOUR HOUSE BY 11:00PM SHARP. COME ALONE. TONIGHT.

“Do you have that kind of money?” Elms could see the look of despair on Ben’s face. “Oh, yes. I was left a large inheritance when my mother passed away.” Ben watched as Elms’ eyebrows tensed, then relaxed again. He seemed to be thinking really hard, so Ben didn’t break the silence, but when he couldn’t stand the silence hospitals always seem to have, he spoke up, “I guess I’ll have to do it alone. Who knows, they might shoot me if I don’t.”
“No, no, I must go with you. Meet me at your gate at 6pm with the money and I will assist you with the exchange. But you must tell me who you suspect and I shall report it to my colleagues at the department.”
Ben thought hard. He bit his bottom lip then said, “No, everything will be fine, just meet me tonight. Unarmed.”

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John Mason sat comfortably in his new chair with his feet up on his polished desk. I think I shall retire soon, I’m getting too old for this high-stress argumentative job. The door burst open and a dark figure stood in the doorway. “Where’s the second document? Give it here now!” John was so shocked that he jumped to his feet, but he soon returned to his usual calm self. “Behighley! My, have you changed!” He paused for a moment, beaming at her, “Now why would you be suddenly wanting to see that? Has there been an accident, shall we say?” At this point the woman laughed a horrible laugh, one that would send chills down an eskimo’s spine. “Not yet my dear, but if you would come with me, with what I came here for, then the job will be accomplished in less than three hours.”
“Nice plan honey, Let’s go!”

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It was an evening just like any other except for it being extremely windy. Ben stood by the gate feeling the lump in his pocket and holding a briefcase. The wind blew through his hair and he turned just in time to see a black car. “Better to be moving.” Ben nodded and followed, Elms continued, “So where’s the money? In the briefcase? What do you say we go out for a nice relaxing dinner at the Italian restaurant?” They each had a bowlful of spaghetti and talked about the matter, all the time listening to wonderful Italian music. This wasn’t so bad, thought Ben, all I have to do now is go back to the house and make sure everything goes as planned.
The wind had calmed by the time they reached the house, it was already 10:46pm and they sat by the table waiting for the clock to chime 11. All of a sudden they heard three distinct loud beeps. Ben shot to the door and reached in his pocket to pull out the dark shiny object. In the other room Elms heard a loud bang and a large thud. He rushed to the body lying on the ground and cried, “Johnny, Johnny!” There seemed to be something wrong with Elms’ voice, usually it was just a tiny bit strange but now it actually sounded normal... Normal for a.. “Woman!” Ben shouted, he dropped his gun out of sheer horror. Elms had been silent all this time, but now Elms turned and fired two shots simultaneously sending Ben crashing to the ground grasping his leg. Elms stood over him holding John’s gun. “Well if you must know, yes I am a woman, and you might even recognise me but now it is time to finish what I started. Off we go.” With that she dragged Ben away from the gun, towards the kitchen. She opened the freezer door and kicked him in “Here, I made this copy just for you. Now I am off, I have spent enough of my time with you. Good bye.” She threw a piece of paper at him and locked the iron door.
Ben reached for the piece of paper and read it:

Dear Ben and Ted Behighley,
This is the second and final will, I had instructed the lawyer not give this to you boys until you were old enough. In the unfortunate event that you were both to die before making a will, the money shall go to your father’s only sister, Phillipa Behighley.
Lots of Love
Mum
Maria Behighley

He read it over and over just to make sure he hadn’t misunderstood but it was true. He sat shivering and thinking of good memories, but after half an hour he lost consciousness. A couple of hours later, his blood turned to ice as his heart turned completely solid.

yup.. task was.. "write a short story.."
here's my speech 4 tis yr..
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My Biggest Concern at Present is Being Clean (speech in yr 11, form 5)

Do you feel sick at the thought of spew, with the lumpy bits floating within? Or do you run away screaming when someone approaches you holding something that is slimy and wriggling. What if you find a hair in your food, would you end up not eating at all? For me, the answer to all these questions is yes. Today I will tell you about my biggest concern at present. Being Clean. We all know the best way is to have at least one shower a day. But we also have to keep our insides clean. Uneducated people may think drinking detergent is the answer, but this will most likely kill you. Eat vegetables. They absorb the greases and pass through the digestive system, and purifies your oily skin.

To prevent avoidable sickenings you must keep away from flies. You know where they go. Everywhere. Landing on everything we would never touch while we are still mentally able. If you see a fly crawling around something clean, it is a thing of the past. Flies regurgitate and excrete on everything they land on in under a second.

These small issues may not concern you at all, in fact they probably mean nothing but it is very similar to the state of our environment. The Earth is dying. With the constant littering of careless people, the Earth has a larger population of garbage than of people. Where does all this start? Just a few minutes after a human is born. Yes. I’m talking about the drooling babies who grow up to be snot-nosed children, then littering teenagers, and lastly polluting adults. At this point it seems as if we, humans, are the most helpful to the Earth when we’re dead, feeding the worms and providing compost.

The definition of ‘pollution’ is the undesirable state of the natural environment being contaminated with harmful substance as a consequence of human activities. For example, oil spills. The largest oil spill in America would be the Exxon Valdez Oil Spill, which was 10, 800, 000 gallons, approximately 797 average sized living rooms. The oil usually spreads out rapidly across the water to form a thin layer called an oil slick. As the spreading process continues, the layer becomes thinner and thinner, finally becoming a very thin layer called a sheen. This looks like pretty rainbows although it is harmful to marine birds, mammals, fish and shellfish. You may ask, how can we help? We’re not the ones who crash the ships. But if we reduce the usage of oil, we reduce the chance of a ship carrying and spilling oil.

At present, rich countries have been paying poor countries money, so long as they can dump their wastes there. Pollution effects us in all parts of the Earth. Water, Air and Land. There are several types of air pollution, including acid rain, greenhouse effect and “holes” in the ozone layer. The Greenhouse effect, a.k.a global warming, is concerning the increase of carbon dioxide gas in the atmosphere. The process of photosynthesis from plants converts carbon dioxide into oxygen. Unfortunately the activities of humans produce more carbon dioxide than a plant needs. To make matters worse, the earth’s forests are being removed as well as acid rain effecting plants.

The wind is very strong here in New Zealand, and so it provides a convenient transport for rubbish. Although it may supply wind resistance, we don’t want to be breathing in the odour of rubbish. So I say we use the three R’s, as well as retracing our steps and righting our wrongs. By this I mean recycling, reusing and reducing as much as possible. Reducing is decreasing the amount of waste you throw away, cutting the chain at the source to avoid having to depend on the less effective methods. Did you know that 80% of our household rubbish can be recycled, but people just can’t be bothered to do it? If we recycle that 80% of rubbish, imagine how clean this planet would be. Since we all know that recycling and reducing oil use does make a difference, from this day on will you help save the world?

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THE GRAND DESIGN
Everybody was put onto this world for a purpose. Finding the reason is the purpose of living. Everybody is different, because we need every perspective there is to achieve the ultimate goal. What is the ultimate goal? Death? Well, that is what happens to us ultimately. In my opinion, when someone finally has everything completely sussed. When someone understands the full meaning of life; When someone has absolutely no regrets. That someone dies. That someone dies, and goes forth into a different world, bringing them one step closer to finding the blueprints of the grand design: our destinies. Earth, I suspect, is the third world we are put in. In the first world we are taught to love. I know that we are taught something in the second world but I can only guess what that is, but by the time we die this concept will be nailed deep into our minds. My guess is acceptance. Of course, I could have done a lot of research and thinking to find out for sure… but… I don’t wanna die just yet.

However I will go as far as I think I am allowed… I’m not afraid. I just want to get my message across. Prepare yourselves to be freaked out. Maybe just freaked out by the way I think… but still, freaked out.

So what is the concept we are supposed to learn on Earth? I thought, it was to understand.*** To understand that there is a reason behind everything and we need to play our part in the big plan whether we like it or not. Everything we need to help us understand the Grand Design is here. We just need to take a step back and think outside the box. If we look at the Solar System,*** there are 9 planets. We are on the third. At the third stage, or level if you will. If you’re really old and you still haven’t come to understand , then game over.*** This is a game limited by time, the only thing you can’t turn back. ***There are 9 *** levels before you get to the final stage. Why 9? Well, because 10 is the first unique number. With 2 digits, or X in roman numerals, X marking the target, the unknown, the number you want to find.

But after some research, I have discovered that this may only be a small part of what we’re here for. I’ve based my research around the fact that Every person knows how to love naturally. This is learnt in the second stage,*** represented by Venus. ***The god of love. Each stage is placed in order prioritizing the essentials at the beginning. Just as in a video game, the essentials are placed at the lower levels. Basic skills. Why waste your time playing the rest of the game when you can’t even get the basics right? This process eliminates the weaker so only the worthy make it here.

Let’s take a look at the different levels now. What do they want from us? Mercury: messenger of gods.*** Venus: god of love.*** Earth: realm of mortal existence.*** Mars: god of war.*** Jupiter: supreme god.*** Saturn: god of agriculture.*** Uranus: god of heavens.*** Neptune: god of water.*** Pluto: ruler of underworld.*** So… the priority is reporting back, then they want us to learn to love, die, fight, be leader, plant crop, experience bliss, live underwater and then go to hell? Well so far we have learnt to love foremost and maybe we do report back whenever they want without any recollection of it.

But who are “they”?*** All this information is planted here in order for us to have the option to understand the plan. The inventors or smart community seem to be history, long ago. Are we supposed to believe that we’re getting dumber and dumber by the second? Isn’t there such a thing as evolution? Yes. These people are from the future. Controlling, manipulative, hideous*** people with more power. These “aliens” people claim to see are human beings. They may even travel*** from level to level supervising us, confiscating items too advanced for their liking. People who we think are crazy may be perfectly normal at a different level. They must have escaped from the grasps of the aliens during a confessional session
A question you may be wondering is that if the grand design is so grand then why are there things such as crime, disabilities, poverty, speeches? Humans must have the opportunity to experience everything including pain, and not expect everything to achieve its ideal result. You learn from your mistakes. This way the world is forever improving.

Of course there are the people who get murdered… these people aren’t ready. They roam the next level in confusion, and pretty soon they have to start all over from the beginning. Sad, I know. But these people had a purpose too. To help the murderer a big step either forwards or backwards (if backwards they would take a bigger step forward later on). The price is high, but who hasn't been ripped off before?

My point is that there is a reason for everything. Everything leads us to the final stage. All we can really do is: go with the*** flow. In writing this speech, I’ve grown. I started out with just a vague idea, and now I know a lot more.

Now I know I probably have a few details wrong, but I’ve got the main idea. There is something true in what I’ve said. I would just like to invite you to open your minds. This speech happened for a reason. Now it’s up*** to you to decide what to do with it, *** isn’t it?

its deep.. i kno..
the *** r 4 wen my clicker (chick) was supposd 2 clik 4 the powerpoint...
i dont thnk u can put a ppt on a blog.. bt it was a pretty kikarse ppt..

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THE TRIPLET'S NEW HOME
It was a fine day when 'The Avenger' departed to fish in the deep waters. It was going to be an elongated trip, one week, staying on a ship. Matt, Sarah and Carey were already unpacked and were now playing Monopoly. Their mother had passed away recently so their father tried to cheer them up by taking them on a jaunt. Matt was the oldest of the triplets and very audacious, Sarah and Carey were both animal lovers, they would always be on the same side in quarrels.

The shouting of men could be heard outside the triplet's cabin, so they went out to investigate. As soon as they stepped out, they saw that a ship with a skull and crossbones flag was approaching them. Pirates! They had heard lots of stories about them, but they had never seen any before. Matt took his siblings to their father to find out what was happening. "We are heading for that island over there," said Mark, "The pirates want to tussle, I know your mother probably wouldn't appreciate this, and I wouldn't blame her, but I want you three to be safe so I will give you these." Mark gave each of them a belt to hang their weapons on, and bows and arrows. Then he gave Matt a sword, which was a bit hefty for him, and a small dagger to each of the girls. "Thanks Dad," they all said, with awkward smiles on their faces. They were very reluctant to hurt, or kill someone.

They reached ta small island and everyone got off hastily. "The pirates will get here any minute, I want you to hide, and don't come out until the battle has ceased," Mark looked very pale and sad, "If this is the last time I see you, I want you to know that you three are the only people I love that are still alive," the triplets' dad was looking at something else, with fear, behind the triplets, so they turned to follow his gaze. About ten of the pirates were already on the island, they were holding leashes, there were cheetahs on the end of the leashes. THe pirates seemed to have tamed them, although they didn't seem to be paying attention to their orders. THe cheetahs seemed very hungry, they were trying with all there might to break off the leashes. "Go! Run now!" ended Mark. The triplets ran off hesitantly, but with a threatening gaze from a cheetah, they ran off as fast as they could.

The boldest, Matt, told them not to run too far or they would get lost. So the triplets hid where they could see the battle. THeir side was losing. Sarah and Carey, had to hold Matt back with great difficulty, for he was determined to go and join the battle. Finally Matt gave up, the three of them sat back, not wanting to take their eyes off their beloved friends, but they couldn't bear to see their friends dying one by one and being torn apart by cheetahs having their lunches.

Matt was the first to emerge out of their hiding place. It was night time, and the pirates had returned to their ship. "He's dead," muttered Matt, near tears.
"What are we going to do?" asked Sarah, panicked, "How are we going to get home? The pirates have stolen most of our things and sunk our boat."
"Don't worry Sarah, the pirates are being nice to us, they have left some food for us," said Carey, trying to cheer Sarah up. But Sarah didn't answr her, she was thinking how they would survive.

THat night they found a cave, with a fresh water spring, where they could sleep in, they decided not to accept the food because it might have been a trick, to see if there was anyone still alive. All three of them could hear the triumphant singing of the pirates. THe girls were tired, lacking sleep, but Matt was restless so he was to be the first look-out for the night.

Not much happened that night, but when they awoke, the pirates had already left. Matt had already devised the plan of the day. He thought they ought to get a move on their new home, so they set off together to find their supplies. THey could hear purrs, not far ahead. Carey was just about to say, "What's that noise?" but Matt suddenly halted when he had almost reached the corner of a huge cliff wall, making Sarah and Carey bump into him. He signalled for them to be quiet, and he peeked around the side, whatever he saw made him gasp and retrograde quickly.He signalled to the girls, making them follow him (very quickly) away from the far side of the cliff. He halted, a fair distance away making Sarah and Carey bump into him again. "The pirates," breathed Matt, "They abandoned their cheetahs behind, there's good news and bad news." He paused for a while, then continued, "The good news is, they tied them up with rope. THe bad news is, it won't take the cheetahs long before they find a way to undo the knot." Sarah and Carey looked at each other in horror and were suprised to find Matt wasn't afraid at all. "Why aren't you afraid?" asked Sarah, "What's your plan?"

"Cheetahs don't like being in the water, so, we could first, construct a boat, second, build a house with stands at the bottom, on the water. We will spend the least time on land, for we only require the water from the cave we spent last night in. It will take about three fortnights, but it would take about seven weeks for all the cheetahs to get out of the knot, and on an island colder than their natural habitat, they would stay together. Simple plan, ain't it?" explained Matt.
"Shall we split up?" asked Sarah, reading Carey's mind.
"We shoudl stay together, because we need to defend each other if the cheetahs brak out of the ropes early. We need to make the boat first, so we can be prepared for the cheetahs. We will also have to catch fish for our meals, if we run out of food," replied Matt as if he were really pleased with himself.

So with that, they set off to find the wood for the boat, with energetic faces. It didn't take as long as they expected it would be, because they talked about what they could do and how the design of the house would be. It was after they had gathered wood that they realised they had no nails, and wouled have to use the nifty long strong leaves near the shore. THey didn't really know how to bind wood together, only Carey had a mysterious look on her face, "Carey, do you knoe how to prosecute these kinds of crafts? We know your teacher is so interested in these things." asked Sarah finally, knowing Carey was waiting for someone to ask.
"We did this in class a few weeks ago with flax, we made a miniature ship." Carey seemed really relieved that someone asked. Carey taught both Matt and Sarah how to do it and they soon got the hang of it because they were constructing quite a large boat with a shelter just big enough to squeeze three people lying under it.

It took them seven hours to make it since they were working very hard on it, but since they were extremely tired they didn't start on the hous, but they did collect materials for making their house. They had decided on Sarah's idea because she was really creative and her idea was pretty simple to make. The three of them each grabbed a sandwich, they also found a big bottle of juice which they took turns drinking from.

Before it got dark, they had another peek at the cheetahs. Luckily the cheetahs had fallen asleep and they hadn't made much progress to get out. The triplets gathered a lot of soft leaves for their bed, the pirates made it much easier for them because they had wrapped the food in a thick fabric. Matt collected some more of the strong long leaves and tied the boat to a pole he had securedly fixed in the ground, after they had pushed the boat into the sea.

It was the first time on the island that they slept well, they all had a goodnight's sleep because of their day's hard work and also because they didn't hav to set a watcher. The triplets didn't wake up that early the next day, but they set to work straight away as if they were recharged robots. Although they had lost many friends and didn't finish the house, that day, they were oddly light-hearted as they sat by the sunset eating their only meal of the day, they were all starved even though they had small snacks throughout the day.

Matt, Sarah and Carey were all delighted to continued the same routine each day for two fortnights, until they finally finsihed the house. THe house had been turned into their dream home, it was almost as if they were professional builders.The three stood back and admired the house. The windows had little doors, since they didn't have glass. THe insides had little shelves and cupboards almost everywhere, but it seemed homely and cosy. The house took up about four by four metres, but the actual platform was about seven by seven. They added three rocks, about the size of a cat, one to count the months, and finally one to count years; because everyone who knew abou this trip were dead so the chance of getting a friend to escort them home was one in a million.

They skipped happily onto land to find some soft bedding for their beds. THey each could have a bed, but they had to get the materials needed by themselves so that it would be fair, the lazy workers would get less bedding. Once they were too tired to ged more bedding, they got ready for their meal. It was then tat they realised that it was the last meal of food from the supply, they would have to catch fish starting tomorrow. THat wasn;t an immense task, because they had finished the house. The only problem now was how they would catch the fish, they needed fishing lines and hooks.

The triplets worked all day with Matt teaching them how to make practical fishing rods. They finished in the afternoon and began their next task, digging up worms for bait, which wasn't too hard, they finished quickly in time to start the actual fishing. They sat chatting about profound experiences that probably wouldn't happen ever again because of their current situation. Carey was the first to catch a fish, but with a whoop of delight she jumped into the air letting tthe fish slip from her hands back into the sea. It was quite funny for all of them and they laughed for a while, but it was also a loss to their meal.

They were each assigned a job, Carey had to catch fish, Sarah had to keep the house clean and tidy, and Matt had to fetch the water. It didn't matter which job they had because they switched every week. It was the week they got their initial jobs again that the cheetahs broke loose. Sarah and Carey heard Matt scream.
They arrived as fast as they could with their weapons drawn out. THey could see that Matt had already tried to shoot at a cheetah that was atacking him but by the looks of things, he didn't succeed. He was lyingon the ground staring at a cheetah, he was so tired that he didn't notice the girls arrive and it was lucky that he didn't because it would have given their sneack attack away. Sarah and Carey were a bit reluctant to attack an animal, but seeing their brother's danger, they aimed an arrow at the cheetah. They both let go at the same time and suprisingly they both reached the target. Whether it was beginner's luck or natural talent, they were joyful. THe cheetah began to leap at the girls but Matt grabbed it into a headlock. There was a fiercesome fight between the triplets and the cheetah. The cheetah killed Matt, making the girls furious. With their temper they managed to kill the cheetah. Sarah and Carey crouched by their brother, crying. They sat down for a long time each holding a hand of Matt.

At the corner of her watery eye, Carey saw a small shivering bundle of fur with four glittering eyes. She made Sarah look and they both crept towards it quietly and slowly. Carey grabbed half of the bundle and hugged it. It was a baby cheetah. Sarah grabbed the remaining bundle, she could tell that this one was brave because as soon as she gabbed it, it scratched her. Soon the cheetahs were both fast asleep in arms of a girl.

When they arrived at the house they sat down on their beds and thought of names for their new pets. Sarah thought hers was brave so she named him Lion, Carey patted Lion then patted her own cheetah and decided that her cheetah had lots of fur so she named her Fuzzy.

From now on they did their jobs together so they wouldn't be outnumbered by enemies. They buried Matt in the cave so they could see him everyday when they fetched the water. THey brought fresh flowers to his grave every week. After a few fortnights the baby cheetahs were both quite tame, but Fuzzy would always stick with Carey and Lion would stick with Sarah.

THe remaining cheetahs on the land were starving to death without food. Soon they ate each other until there were none left. Carey and Sarah were happy with their loyal pets and with no threats they lived happily to the end of their lives.

Huh....written in year 8 form 2 2002.. u can tell i used the thesaurus.. n i lykd pirates n cheetahs.. so any way 2 fit them in a story..yup.. put them both in .. haha.."laugh out loud" as H. Duff says in Cinderella Story