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Gangsta 11

Watch out!! It’s a post about GANGSTA, GREEK FOOD, and GOOGLE today (and NOT a pedo bear by madoka how MANY PEOPLE search for pedo bear EVERY SINGLE DAY and get to this stupid fucking blog… I got 1.4 MILLION impressions for my blog by people searching pedo bear in the last WEEK. why, society?! why?)! :o

Yes, I realize, it’s strange – after all, with Daylight Savings Time started, I now have an extra hour every day to post, but.. nope? That’s because I decided to eat Greek food. The end. Updates later tomorrow. Or below. Click that more link».

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Vacation Tags: A Call for Help

Why the title?

This post is about two things – my recent vacation, and tags on this blog. Having my vacation just on its own would be boring (which fits in with the theme of the blog, but I’m being rebellious today), and I just can’t think of names for these tags, so it makes sense to smush the two things together into one post, which is actually two posts because my vacation doesn’t have anything to do with tags. Being also in a hurry (as I always am), I couldn’t come up with a witty title, and so just smushed the two things together à la Mushyrulez into ‘Vacation Tags’.

However, most of the people who read this blog don’t actually read posts on this blog, and they’d doubly not read a post titled ‘Vacation Tags’. Thus, by adding ‘A Call for Help’ with a fancy colon, not only have I raised my post up to professional quality standards (as you may know, all professional essays have colons, all coloned essays are professional, and all Colonel Essays does is eat chicken wings all day long), but I have attracted your attention, for this post is really a call for help.

“HELP!”

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My Fast Food Experience

Many, many years ago, fast food was something I ate often. McDonalds and Burger King were no stranger to me, I knew them well. I had no intention of not eating fast food though, I wasn’t the least bit overweight, I swam for at least 5 hours a week. My opinion has a lot of influence on my family, since I didn’t voice anything out, we all ate that stuff. However, this all changed the moment I stepped into a new class room in Grade 4.

So, this was supposed to be some special program. In the first few months, adapting to this school was my priority, I didn’t really care about the discussions we had. As I got used to it, I got more interested into the conversations we had. One of the biggest topic’s was fast food. Wherever you turn, you could hear people talk about how bad that food it was and how you would die when you were 50. You could see students in the lunchroom telling people from other classes not to eat McDonald’s. One day, a person from my class brought McDonald’s. That lunch hour for her was living hell.

Other topics included how many hours of sleep you got, how long you spend on homework and how much physical activity you got. Of course, since this was a special program, most of the people in grade 4 had no clue what was going on and looked up to the grade 5’s. The grade 5’s constantly lied to “impress” our teacher. The standard response was “I get 12 hours of sleep every night, I sleep at 7 pm. Usually I do homework right after I get home from school, then I have dinner. When I finish dinner, I run or bike until it’s time for me to sleep”. I stayed quiet, I didn’t say anything. If I was forced to talk about my life, this would be my response. “I sleep 6-7 hours a night, 8 if I’m lucky. When I get home, I do stuff on the computer until it’s time for me to head over to swim practice. When I get home from swim practice, I eat dinner. After that, I do the homework that I can, piano and other things are done after my homework.” It was as if anything related to fast food was a taboo subject.

Now, as I reflect upon this subject, I can see that the people who do consume fast foods on a daily basis are just mis-fortuned, nobody has taken the time to tell them that these things shouldn’t be consumed so often and that there are healthy alternatives that are just as good. Fast food isn’t poison*, it’s fast food, having it every once in a while is fine, in fact, becoming somebody on the other end of the spectrum, eating the most healthy things you can, is just as bad. The truth is, we should eat everything in moderation, not too much of this, not too less of that.

September 7, 2010

*-This doesn’t mean that fast food companies don’t lie about what they’re giving you. McDonalds says that their burgers are made from 100 percent beef, they’re correct. They get their meat from a company called “100 percent beef”, the burgers actually only have around 40 percent of beef, the rest of the stuff is just filler.


Life Update: End of school

[MUSHYHIJACK: Fused this with the other post, sorry]

Monday, June 28.

Our school had an awards assembly! You have just won the Community-Minded Citzenship Badge and 30 points! So, basically we stood up, sat back down and clapped continuously for about an hour. Regardless of all the pain from clapping, the assembly was well worth our time.

Following that, we had a luncheon involving two classes and the parents of all the students. It was awesome, you hardly ever get to eat such a variety of foods. Mushroooooommss… Here’s a picture of what I ate, and yes, I am aware that the picture is humongous.

Er… yeah, in the middle of lunch, we stopped. To say thank you to our parents for doing stuff for us through out the year e.g. encouraging us to do our homework in loud ways. The thank you letters didn’t take as long as expected so we were able to eat dessert earlier. The cake is a lie!

After an hour of delightful conversation and food, we headed up stairs to listen/watch some people perform their talents. Again, a picture,  because of privacy concerns (basically we don’t want you to stalk them on Facebook) we have drew a circle over people’s faces.

After talent show part, we went home. The end, till graduation:

Graduation. The event that takes place on the last day of school for everybody. This event may not mean much to you if you’re just a wee little kid in kindergarten but if you’re the person graduating or you were in the class of the person graduating, this ceremony means the world to you.

I can positively say that before I even went to school for the ceremony, I knew that song by Vitamin C,Graduation would be played. I knew this because of two things. One, it suited the event, after all, it is a graduation ceremony. Two, it’s in the same freaking chord progression as Canon in D. You can find that chord progression in literally any type of music! Since I play the piano, I find people switching slowly to the chord progression “I-V-VI-IV” but whatever, can’t people invent their own progressions?

[MUSHYHIJACK: I HATE YOU FOREVER WHY MUST YOU MOCK ME IN EVERYTHING I DO]

Anyway, Vitamin C-Graduation is gonna be played. The other thing that’s going to happen is pictures. All the parents need at least 42 pictures of their children in their pretty grad costume, but since the ceremony is in pitch black darkness except for a light following the grads, they use flash. These bolts of light stream out faster than Usain Bolt sprinting the 100 meter. However, we know these pictures are for a good cause so we bear with getting our eyes burned alive with flashy cameras. *looks at watch* I’m going to the ceremony, will recap it this afternoon. With pictures of people and other random irrelevant stuff.

After the ceremony

Oh my god, I’m going to miss everybody. The day itself was epic, graduation ceremony had the two things I expected, also the grad art was really cool. After the ceremony you could see everybody taking pictures, typical. Nobody really cried or felt sad until the end of the day. The moment the bell rang, nobody ran out of the class screaming. We all talked about window-cleaning fluid and slowing walked our way out of school. Hugs were exchanged, tears streamed down people’s faces and warm goodbye’s were said. What an excellent end to the school year.

It was made out of paper plates, government funding cuts, much?
As expected. :P
Although graduation is truly a bittersweet moment, it’s a beautiful thing.