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WORK EXPERIENCE - 5 days worth of work in the 'real world' where you are supposed to gain some experience, right? Well my work exp seemed a heck of a lot more like labour than work exp.

When i got there at 8.59 on monday morning the cafe was packed full of people, and the first thing i was told to do was sit down and study the menu, which i ended up doing for an hour. i started learning how to read dockets and take coffees and drinks out to others.

All i did was pretty much take drinks and food out, wash the dishes, clean, and take orders. Doesnt sound like much.. but try standing for 8 hours. And it was sooooo packed cause its located in a prime spot in westfields and its Christmas. You'd be surprised at how many people haven't been going to school.

Hahaha i did so many things wrong, like accidentally breaking 2 TOTALLY AWESOMELY SHAPED glasses when i was washing up in a period of 10 minutes. Woops.

OH and all these Christmas carols just keeep swarming my head since that's been the store music the whole week :(

i have decided to take over the world. but not as myself~ as yuyan :D
if Muhammad shall not go to the mountain, then the mountain shall go to Muhammad. i still don't know if its the other way around but lets just work with it okay?

so yuyan is not blogging and leaving apple peelings in her locker is not working. thus i shall blog on behalf of her. whoo hoo ~ this is geniuuusssss cynthia.

i am yuyan,
i enjoy dancing with maracas and i refuse to wear a school skirt because i think my legs are 2 gud 4 yew gurlfwend. okay.

today i went work experience at a cafe. it has food, a lot of food, which suprised me because cafes doesnt usually have food. they also had drinks which is also funny because cafes dont usually have drinks either. i had a funny day.

how was your day? not that i really care, because i am busy prancing about in roller skates and serving customers like they do in the flinstones- be jealous. i know cynthia is, mainly becuase she wants a work experience certificate and she will never get it becuase she is locked in a cage and her dog laughs at her.

anyways, this is a picture of me working at the cafe.

Obviously Yuyan has decided that she is above us all (all being me, myself .. and my finger nails), and therefore shall not write blogs. Thank god she is helping me make the new layout at school. yay she is showing love and commitment to our dying blog. hallelujah.

this year 'the secret society' as jenny nguyen called them. organised a kris kringle for people in our grade and i participated (go me! i am involved in extra curricular activities- goes on resume). typically, after drawing one's name out of the bag- everyone feels the urge to tell everyone else who they had received. then everyone else feels compelled to ask everyone else who they have received, why? why can not sefton studets keep a secret. i think we have trust issues. i think this was all a scheme to see who is or who is not trustworthy because the 'secret society' actually has a secret to tell and all those who revealed their kris kringles have failed to earn their trust. thus they shall not be let in on the secret of the secret society. okay i am finished making conspiracies up now.

life is full of conspiracies. according to bendy wendy you cannot fail as simply writing your name down has secured you 50 marks. I beg to differ as in the as school certificate you do not write your name down- you write down a series of random numbers taped onto your desk which you are allowed to take home as a souveneir later. perhaps hand them out to your friends who have not done the school certificate only to find that all your friends are in year 10 and they live in new south wales so we all send them to dalena for safekeeping. i don't know i am only babbling.

anyways, i am going to write a letter to the poor soul who has received me to be their kris kringle. here i go :D

Hello,
it's okay if you don't say hello back- i know you hate me because i have made your life difficult and made you wish that you had never participated in kk. i really didn't mean to scribble/ draw and grafiti all over the sheet and give your eyeballs a seizure- maths was really boring. i really did not mean to tell you that my best friend;s name was  wally and he is a stripey whale and that you will never find him even if your life depended on it. i really didn't. and i am sorry that i am weird and i asked you not to get me a mortagage- because it's true- i don't want a mortgage. and i hope you visited the link to donut rampage- which is here so there is no reason for me to hyperlink the text but it's just fun to see the page get refreshed and then yay we get an extra page views.

EDIT/ 200 years later.

hello guys,
this is really a second blog that has nothing to do with what i wrote previously, but i am trying to save paper- because unlike you i actually print my blogs. hmph. okay so today's topic is.. i forgot. honestly just read this multiple timres and pretend i actaully wrote something. i will be back to write something more constructive later- oh wait! an epiphony has struck me! i remember now. YU YAN ~ you have abndoned ship at the most crucial hour and i now i am stuck holding on to this splintered faggot (used in context alas!) you call a mast and being encircled by sharks. yummy. i feel trapped like a bear inside a cage.. yes. that i feel. okay ima wuit beating around the bush. what i really want to say is that i feel like a C chord. the dominent chord of .. one of the major scales. (shouold pay more attention in music), and i don't want to be the C chord, no - i want to be the diminished chord .. or the subdominent chord- the point being. i do not want to dominate donut rampage. because i am simply not a dominating person .... . . . . . . . .. . .. . .. .. ... ..

oke. bye bye

    "there was a tear in my bag, it was wider than a pregnent woman's leg"
- vincent. t, 2008 junior major work. brilliant