Zoltaire
 When two become one. This is a story of two girls. We are high school students; here to share our minds with you, our love with you and our entire passion with you. We hope to envelope you into our souls, into our eternal flames. (L) Have a good one. Dramatic and emotive entrance shown above? Yeah, that was Vee. I guess I'm the other half. Vee and I are like Ying and Yang. She's Asian. I'm European. She's crazy. I'm normal. She punches like a man. I believe in world peace. She's probably going to kill me for writing this. I'm stupid enough to forget that she has the same password for this account. Vee and I have a long history together. We met on a lonesome day during Visual Design in the 9th Grade. She liked to draw anime figures with huge eyes while I tended to focus on the...abstract? Laughter consumes the majority of our time spent together and a favourite hobby consists of dissing people around- as sad as that sounds. But I guess that they deserved it? Ha! I don't even know why I'm bothering with this since it will most probably be deleted. But a warning to all those out there: Vee is very critical and if you do get a review from her, please don't take it to heart! : D Hey it's Vee! Dunja (Punani) is delirious. She has air inside her brain. They're basically bubbles. She needs someone to pop them from time to time and it usually has to be me. We met in SCIENCE in Year Nine. Did I draw Anime? No. Do I draw Anime? No. Have I ever drawn Anime? No. Where she got that notion is basically up to the size of the bubble in her brain on that particular day. She drew 'abstract'? A euphemism for (w)emo art. She just slapped me on my arm. And she claims I am the one who abuses! Yes we laugh. It's the only thing from her paragraph I have to agree with. Yes I am a bitch. If you want to submit stories for others to judge, don't be expecting "Hey dude you rock!" every time. Your stories might suck sometimes, but so can ours? Take a spoon of cement and harden up! (L) As seen by Exhibit A- shown above (i.e. Vag's declaration of her own personal insanity), it can be clearly seen that in some cases it is better to just nod and pretend to agree rather than to fight a lost cause by arguing with an individual who is clearly showing symptoms of insecurity, instability and the ever present disease which can be usually referred to as 'icantotallybeabiatch'-ism. My dear Vivienne, you claim to say that we met in science. Oh my dear child, I believe not; for we only began to sit with each other during Mr. Monday's drabbles (and the fellow Simo members) AFTER we became acquainted in Year 9. And if you want to argue such a knowledgeable fact I suggest that you close that mouth of yours since it wasn't me who entered Macarthur Idol or who danced with a chair in front of hundreds of students, Hahahahahaha!!!. You say I drew (w)emo art? I beg for you to differ from such an accusation since I clearly remember you to have constantly drawn with a uniball pen, which as you can guess came in only one colour...black! While I drew about rabbits watching the ever-so-pretty sunrise on a Sunday afternoon, you wrote about necrophiliacs and selfless deaths. So my dear Vee, it is now your time to question yourself on whose heart is blacker. I daresay I believe that you know the answer. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Mama, Papa! Hello dear readers (if we do have any), I beg to differ, but before I do go into my rebuttle, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BRING UP MACARTHUR IDOL! Anyway, Dunja eats. Yes, so does every other living organism. But she eats basically everything. And to think my name is Vivienne Lam, she's a bloody goat. She eats the rubber bit on the pen that makes it comfortable for you to write with. She eats post-it notes, regardless of whether it's the sticky bit or not. She eats spare paper that we write notes on. Another trait of this particular specimen, is the specific hand motion she utilizes to retrieve food (or any form of scraps from her peers). You, Dunja, are a leech. Well, my dear Vivienne; while you're making excuses to Ms Williamson on why you forgot your logbook, I have decided to interrupt your mindless rants with some forms of retribution. Yes, I eat. But you make it sound like I am bigger than Clifford the Red Dog. Which I am not. Have you ever tried post-it-notes? Well, if you did you would realise that they have a rather distinctive taste. You know that I am calorie obsessed so I have figured that if I eat a post it note or spare paper instead of a chocolate, that I would consume less calories which would mount themselves up in my stomach. Plus I really don't mind the taste. There's the maths, go figure. Oh dear Vivienne, why have you started quoting The Talented Mr Ripley? You're a leech bla bla bla. Well I'll take a page out of your book and quote the man himself as well... You're boring boring boring. I would've worn green budgie smugglers and said 'I want you' but I'm sorry to dissapoint you and say, I'm not a lesbian. Maybe one day Vee, maybe one day... Loveeee Hello readers. I am ambiguously assuming that we have people gliding by this biography. I am bored with this debate (leaping onto this assumption that this IS a debate). Dunja and I are good friends. Actually, that is an understatement. We have been friends for a good 3 years (or more) and I believe that although 3 years doesn't seem like a very long time to grow accustom to another person (especially from another culture) but I believe that it was more than enough time. From my perspective, I feel like we know everything about each other! (: (Well everything necessary. Like I don't know how many friggen nose hairs she has but I know about her crushes and I've met her family). I had to end this biography with a mushy soft ending because I was too lazy to create an aggressive rebuttle. We know too much about each other sometimes and we have too many momentous occasions that we have decided to create a "burn book" for the purpose of loading all our memories into. I guess we're burning ourselves more than anyone else because the memories we have frighten us so badly we have to laugh to rid the embarrassment. (Just to name a few: "LOL" "Zoltaire" "I've got the glue" "Awesome Foursome" "SIMO (Step Inside My Office)" "Meerkat" "Pun pun & Vag vag"). Well this is Vee, Vivienne, Vag, Meerkat saying see you. Not a goodbye. Just a see you soon. (L) Ok fine, Vag, Princess Vee, Simo member, Vivienne, we shall call this supposed debate officially over. =D So, the stories which we will post one day, are going to be a reflection of our everyday lives. What you will read is not going to be fictional but are rather going to be the events which have made us laugh constantly during English or have been the cause for us pissing our panties. Basically, they're going to be a collection of memories, which have made us what we are today, because time moves by so quickly these days that we are frightened beyond belief, that all these recollections will fly down the blackhole of the forgotten past. Crap, I dont even know if that made sense. Anyways, Vee is my homeboy umm...girl... well that is actually debatable. No!!! I'm kidding. Vee is awesome, and school would be so bad and different without her. We might be so different, but yet at the same time we are so similar, that no matter how many times we try to physically hurt one another, at the end of the day we know that no matter what has happened we will most probably laugh about it over the phone. Combine us two, and we don't take life seriously, and because of that I wouldn't want it any other way. And that is how I, Punani, Dunja, Simo number two, Punja and Roborunja also say goodbye. But just so you know... This will most probably get updated anyway. Au revior |
