I’m changing this to blind meeting because I’m too young to write about a date.

John Kragg loved vegetables. He was a huge fan of animals and didn’t dare touch stripped meat or anybody who processed or dealt with pigs (for food). The only life-taking food he would even dream of consuming was eggs (eggs can become fertile and make chicks, right?) He was environmentally friendly and wouldn’t wrap his food. He drank milk and orange juice.

Bean Lobak loved meat. He ate meat for breakfast, meat for lunch, and meat for dinner. He loved his food in a styrofoam lunch box – he thought that made it cleaner. He drank artificial teas and soda.

They met at the back of a plane. Kragg and Lobak had a nice little chat, then had dinner. Kragg ordered onions in a porcelain plate and Lobak ordered steak in a styrofoam box.

“Don’t ya think steak is a little…too…ahmmm…harmful to the envaaaaironment?”

“By the way you look at it, yeah, but that looks, well, plain.”

“Donqia dare say ma onions plain!”

“Steak? Harmful?”

Heads turned to look at the Kragg and Lobak argument.

This was my reading buddy’s game project. He decided on making a game, and I taught him the art of war and how people invaded other countries. This game he made tells people how people in the 20th century (they had cars and shooting Jeeps by then) fought for their own country and their own land. As we created the game, I taught my reading buddy the meaning of invasion and he also learned how people used to protect himself.

My reading buddy got the concepts of invasion and how people fought for their own country. I used Hong Kong as a big example. Since we are in Hong Kong now, I told him how the British came to China, stomped over to Hong Kong and claimed that the land was theirs, and how China fought for the country back.

This game, Invaders, is finished and published. This game tells people what invading means and how to control enemies during war. It, well, is a slightly violent game; but since it is made on Sploder and does not include actual people getting shot (just monsters), I think this is acceptable for 6 year old level.

“It’s fun to play but it’s hard to play. It was also fun and hard making the game.” - Reading Buddy

Here’s the game.

For the Light Eater:

1. A slice of flat wheat bread
2. A slice of Brie cheese
3. A thin slice of Gammon Ham
4. A slice of flat wheat bread

For the Heavy Eater (like me):

1. A slice of thick white buttered bread
2. A layer of lightly salted butter
3. A layer of escargots
4. A huge thick 60% flame grilled Angus Beef Steak
5. A large grilled chicken fillet
6. Fries
7. Iceberg Lettuce
8. A slice of thick white buttered bread
9. Iceberg Lettuce
10. Fries
11. A large grilled chicken fillet
12. A huge thick 60% flame grilled Angus Beef Steak
13. A layer of escargots
14. A layer of lightly salted butter
15. A slice of thick white buttered bread

Quite heavy…

Clifford Groveman and Andrea Hukch stood at the edge of the world. Here they were, at the western edge of the Western Hawaiian Ridge, looking down to see blackness down. It was an eerie sight. The two of them looked back. No one was in sight. Clifford and Andrea looked back down again at the blackness, then at each other. They embraced.

When they broke apart, Clifford took a deep breath. He had worked up all his life, studied physics and world shape. Now was when it all came to action. Here was the world, shaped like a biscuit, all rounded at the sides.

Clifford took another deep breath, then edged forward. Andrea grabbed his hand.

Jump, thought Clifford. He did so.

He landed safely on the other side and started to cry.

Here is what it looked like in a nutshell:

What exactly happened to me today is kind of private, but a quick note to everyone reading:

Beware:

This week was what I call “Creation Week”. The name is self-explanatory, but there are many creations I could’ve done throughout the week. I composed this week.

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I used Finale 2012 to make this composition. I was inspired by Brahms’ Cello Sonata Op. 38 to write this piece, after my friend Foster played this in the music room. As I was quite in a good mood that day, I decided to put the piece in major (lighter and sometimes happier). I think this music is quite special because it follows with my mood, eg. on Monday I felt glad (I forgot why), so I wrote a happy part and Tuesday I felt a little bad (Tuesdays are bad days to me), so I wrote a sad part.

This children’s delight contains two types of sausages, the children’s favorite pepperoni and an aromatic seasoned minced sausage fillet. The pepperoni is hickory-smoked to perfection in the shop so it serves hot and a generous dash of rapeseed oil is added to flavor. The minced sausage fillet is farm-grown, and enters quality control for a minimum of five times after slaughtering; it is deep-fried to crispiness in a bubbling pot of cottonseed oil.

The nachos are dipped in boiling thick cheese where it receives the cheese’s taste and aroma without softening itself. After being heated on iron bars on top of a hot stove, it is directly put inside two fluffy buns for serving. The boiling hot cheese is cooled to 65˚C and served with the hamburger.

For the deep-fried cheese sticks, a generous helping of Esrom cheese is breaded and put in distilled shea butter oil until it is crunchy outside and creamy inside. You will love this children’s favorite burger.

What’s in our creamy sauce to go with it?

We serve a creamy smoky sauce to go with our PN burger. The creamy smoky sauce consists of fresh cream mixed with grated smoked bacon and sausage, with egg white whisked in as well.

Helmold and Injebörg stepped out of Fecilitas Cave. They gasped as they felt the fresh sea breeze in the open air. They couldn’t believe that after the twenty minute hike, they had hiked from the center of Adam Island to the edge of it, the world’s best place for sightseeing and collecting rocks (which was the reason they were here).

With proudness, Helmold and Injebörg suddenly had the same agenda. They sprinted out into the open air, running along the vast shore. On the shore were types of minerals and rocks that they had never seen before: the colors included blue, green, red and yellow, along normal grey and brown; the shapes all represented animals (some looked like human heads and some pigs); Helmold and Injebörg were the luckiest stone collectors in town!

(To be continued)

Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. (Yes, inside of a dog it’s too dark to read. Whatever.) Sometimes, books can slowly turn your head towards it as if it’s wafting out a fragrant smell. (No. It does NOT make you sniff the book.) After you turn your head, you get the ultimate temptation to fold your hands around it, then turn into one page and start sinking into its own luxury little world, where you sit in one comfy little spot at the corner watching all details of the book unfold in front of you, as text.

Sometimes these wonderful books, sadly, can be a distraction, especially when you’re doing work, are about to sleep or when you’re talking to someone else. The books just “smell” as good as they do when you’re having free time. And that explains the reason my beloved historic books are now sprawled all over my bedroom floor, ready to be taken to the dump.

I, as a student, am a total bookworm. (No, I am NOT a worm. Honestly.) I love to devour books by the whole, whether it takes two minutes to whip through or two hours to read as a huge project. Sometimes, I love to read when I’m not supposed to, like when I’m doing a Chinese assignment.

My mother knows about this and hopes I can stop. Yesterday, by the time she think’s I’m too big not to control myself, I whipped through some of my previous books when my mother was at the shower. To keep a long story short, I’m on “probation” for reading books and doing homework.

If my mother is reading this, I have to apologize. Normally, you wouldn’t believe me, but come on, I’m actually already shaming myself to apologize in front of the world!

My π day resolutions are to keep myself from reading books while doing stuff, and doing things at the appropriate times.