I still (part 2) and the letter of the year(about school)

-a continuation of the "I still" series i created ;D
-this is the first episode :
http://i-am-really-fat.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-still.html


I still don't ....

-Eat Chilli
-listen to chinese songs
-use laptops touchpads
-use myspace
-use friendster
-cut my hair in less than a month
-listen to the radio
-like Disney Channel
-like candid camera takers
-have a really really really good phone
-watch channel U (coz it sucks)
-like the crappy news in the 'new paper"
-have my own modem -.-
-read thrashy magazines
-have my psp repaired
-draw a proper animal -.-
-cook very well (other than instant noodle :X)
-been on a motorbicycle before
-like S.H.E
-think that the girls are not sluts
-like using yahoo
-like using hotmail
-feel that hotmail is fast and speedy (coz it's so cocky)

yeah i know that's lame , but you can try it, and actually it's pretty fun and time wasting

anyway ... this is my main article: some lame literature letters i wrote xD, check it out:

Characters :
White Eagle- Student Expert (not exactly)
Wired and Teary - a irritated and emo student

Dear White Eagle,
It is the end of an exciting and eventful year, one in which i have learnt many things ,such as how to spell the word floccinaucinihilipilification, how to count beyond 6 x 1023, and how to appreciate Swahili culture. I have also learnt how to run and swim, at least in a slightly less than laughable manner. My question is: Why does our school not teach students to fly? We are always told that we will 'soar on wings like eagles' but i have never experienced it, Many a time have i kicked my heels together abd emptied my mind of all else, having absolute faith that i levitate off the ground, and join the birds and the bees as i look down on the world, but to no avail! My technique must be wrong! What should I do? Are there special classes in school I can attend? Impart on me thy secret knoledge, o winged beast of flight!
From Wired and Teary

Return Letter:

Dear Wired and Teary,
It is heartening to know that you have spet your time so well, learning how to spell the longest non technical word in the English Language (which is a worthless word to know since it means 'to access something as worthless"), how to count beyond the number of molecules in one mole of gas using Avogradro's number (might i suggest adding the number 1) and how to appreciate the lives of East Africans. After all, it was not as if you had anything better to do, such as computer games or making friends, right? At ACS we support the pursuit of invidividual interests and talents, no matter how bizarre they may be. Congratulations on achieving a basic proficiency in foundational human locomotion, these skills are truly to be envied. As for your desire to take to the air, well, i have some advice for you: ask Superman (*DC Comics), Oh wait, He does not exist! Horrors of horrors! I wonder why? This is because it is impossible for man to fly (and also be taken seriously if he wears red underwear on the outside).
Do not be shocked, I know it may seem untrue, but man was never meant to fly, a simple grasp of biology, fluid thermodynamics and the Bernoulli Principle should tell you that. There was a guy called Icarus who tried, but for some reason it did not work out (something about his 'wax wings' 'melting').... His method and your method are not Wright, Also, i have a funny feeling that when you listen to 'soar on wings like eagles'; you are taking it out of context. Majestic as the soaring of the eagle is, and i should know, the phrase was purely metaphorical and not meant to apply literally to humans. Here is a short poem to let the painful truth come to you in a jingoistic and thus not painful manner.
There once was a girl named Marr
Who wanted to fly to a star
Her two hands she beat
And she kicked at her feet
But realised she did not go far

Do not fret, friend. This white Eagle has a confession to make: It has never flown either. Something has always weighed me down, and allowed me to have a firm grip on reality. My wingspan is limited, my talons too big, and my feathers too fused for the air to rush through. But i have always felt that being down-to-earth was a good trait. Sour grapes time: The higher you fly, the more likely you freeze or run out of air, and the greatest exposure to ultraviolet rays from the sun. So you see: flying is not at all it is cracked up (whoops a bad pun) to be. Stick to walking, and if you put your faith in the right place, you will not grow faint.

From the White Eagle