Test results? Yep.
20/20 in Chemistry... TOP OF THE CLASS!
18/20 in History.
17/20 in French.
20/20 in English. Ok, I haven't done that test yet, but I always get 20/20.
18/20 in Economics.
20/20 in Religious Education.
More soon....
ARGH! I have a Technology test tomorrow!
For those of you who care, tomorrow, 28th October, is OXI (OH-hee - means 'no') when the Greeks said 'NO!' to Germany and Italy in the second world war, and fought back.
Tomorrow is also a bank holiday.
Yay.
I hate tests. On MOnday, I had Economics, on Wednesday I had History, Today I had Maths, last Friday I had Chemistry, next Thursday I have Keimena, the week after that, I have Physics, Greek, and the week after that, I have Biology, not to mention suprise tests in Computers, Technology, Religious Education.
Yay! Today, everyone, Cyprus turns 48!
Happy birthday, Cyprus, the island of love!
Here are a few facts:
The capital of Cyprus is Lefkosia.
Cyprus's first president was Archbishop Makarios III.
23% of Cyprus has been taken over by Turkey. (BOO!)
Cyprus is supposedly the birthplace of the Greek Goddess, Aphrodite.
Lefkosia is the last divided city in the world.
In the Bronze Age, if you wanted copper, then you went to Cyprus.
The whole of the city of Pafos is a World Heritage Site.
I have an idea. Let's invent some newbie tags, which block out random, unwanted newbie comments, like so:
[noob] i like spam!!!!!11!!!!![/noob]
Only joking. Funny, though!
It's been raining pretty much all day. A bad thing? I think not! We need rain. Lots of it. To fill our dams.
If you have any spare rain, stick it in an envelope and send it to P.O. Box 1 Pafos 8000. Thanks.
I'm a newbie magnet. Really. I am!
Have you been to the A-A-R topic? So many newbies pop up there. Also, about 90% of my PMs are from newbies!
This is freaky, and it's bugging me.
Strange, huh? Anyone who can explain why gets a cookie.
I'm a newbie magnet...
Phovos smashed into the orange stickman's home and looked around. He had never been to this country before, and the orange stickman from BW's home seemed like a good place to start.
In the corner of the bedroom sat a petrified looking teenager. Phovos grunted and took off the gloves disguising his long talons. Then he removed the cowboy hat. The teenager threw his pillow at the Raptor.
Phovos noticed and tore at the pillow, mistaking it for a very large marshmallow. After swallowing the la
Chapter 3: Cyprus? Where's Cyprus?
Things had been running smoothly for a while now. Tokala was striking people with lightening and generally smiting them. Koontay was waving his Banning sword at Tokala, Spel it was talking about... stuff. Phovos had written a bunch of stories and had introduced his sister to the site...
"Huh?" Whoopy asked.
...Toothy had forgotten her password twice and had made three accounts, Takanuva, Toa of Turnips (Taka for short) had signed up, and.... er.... t
The Budding Writers Comedy Of Some Sort - Chapter 2!
"Erm, hi," the green dinosaur said in an inaudible pitch. The being's voice wasn't high, but you could tell that it had a femine side of some sort. It could of actually been a girl.
"AH! You must be Phovos," Tokala exclaimed, "I am GOD, but you can call me Tokala."
"Phovos, this is the gang and I think you will certainly like it here," Koontay said calmly.
The green dinosaur stood there in silence, then started to write Hello in th
....All it is is three years of going over what I did in Gymnasio in more detail. At least I'll get to learn Russian and German next year.
Also, I miss my friends from Gymnasio.
And my school is still only half-built.
How on earth does Λύκειο (LEE-kee-oh) translate to Lyceium in english?
Never mind. Today, I went back to school, and was given 30 giant books to carry home, approx 30 kilos worth! It's a good thing that my dad picked me up, but I still had to walk 500m to get to Gymnasio (lower secondary) to meet my bro and sis (yeah, little Toothy started secondary school today!), carrying all those books!
The school itself is ok, even though it is still only half-built, but it was really quiet, as only m
OW!
My tummy hurts. My injection stung like crazy! Even worse, I'll have to do another one later before tea, another before bed, and another before brekfast and another before lunch and another before tea..... Probably until the day I die.
It never ends. I hate injections.
Today.... Ahem. Terrox.
What?
Stop reading over my shoulder.
Why?
Because it's irritating.
So? I don't care.
I'll bite yo....ARGH!
Mmmmm...
YOU BIT ME!
Can I do it again? It was tasty!
Uh-oh.... Back off! I know karate!...Anyway, before I go, I'll just tell you that I won't be changing my blog any more....Help!
Vezok rolled around the floor, groaning in agony. He tried to get up, but he was too heavy to stand.
After much desperation, he made it to his feet, only to fall to the floor once more.
"I knew I shouldn't have had that last cookie..." Vezok moaned as he looked at the twenty half-empty packets of chocolate chip cookies scattered on the floor...
Yes, you heard me right. I am giving you basic instructions on how to build a Raptor!!!!
Step 1. Get a dead Toa/Makuta/Skakdi/Barraki. Matoro is a good choice. Well, they don't have to be dead, but it does reduce on the noise pollution.
Step 2. Make a tail, and add it to the Toa/Makuta/Skakdi/Barraki. A good way is by getting two Nuva limbs and attaching them via one of those pieces used on almost all sets these days, then add a weapon on the end.
Step 3. Give your Toa/Makuta/Skakdi/Barraki
Lehvak Kal sat on the bench, as bored as Karzahni, when Pahrak finally made his way to the top of the hill, puffing and panting.
"What took you so bloody long?" Lehvak Kal roared.
"I'm not meant to climb hills..." Pahrak Kal huffed and puffed.
"Yeah, I noticed." Lehvak Kal calmed down a bit.
"I could probably get down a lot quicker, though." Pahrak Kal said, breaking the silence.
"How much quicker?" Lehvak Kal ask, a lightbulb dinging in his krana-mind.
"Dunno. It's a pretty st
What you are about to read is the first chapter of my longest running comedy, the Budding Writers Comedy of Some Sort, which is about the history of a small site, written as a comedy. It's a bit like the Matrix, with everyone having their own virtual body, and the web is basically a giant city, with individual houses representing sites. This is a bit dated, as one of the members, Spel it, is now called Strat Man, but at the time, he was called Spel it. Hope you enjoy this little snippet.
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