Burnerz Bubblez

What's With All These Pics?

2005-04-02T02:34:00.000-08:00

Hey Burnelle...

What's with all these pictures on the blog? I mean, there's pictures, and are totally random.

So would you please, actually write something that I can respond to. A desert? What am I supposed to comment about a desert???

2005-03-25T18:22:00.000-08:00

Sahara

2005-03-24T17:57:00.000-08:00

ooo...

Poll #1

2005-03-17T22:29:00.000-08:00

Ok, this is like a kind of internet poll, I suppose:

How do you spell/say the thing that you sit on:

arse
ass
butt
backside
behind
other...

In the case of no.6, please state what.

Thank you for participating in this poll. We hope you enjoy reading this blog. For further information and more on the story (yes...THERE"S A STORY!!!), please go to http://burnerblabble.blogspot.com.

I choose not to reply

2005-03-16T22:25:00.000-08:00

Hmph.

Anyways, Burnelle...

How are you going with your four assignments going at the same time? I know, you think that it's so easy, but you better wait. Usually, it piles up to eight, but keeping it up isn't too hard. It's when you get to, like twelve (it happened once), that you start to feel the heat.

See 'y'all (??)'

Susan

PS. Burnelle, not all of us Aussie guys and girls talk in strine. Oh yeah, strine, means Australian slang, if you don't feel stuffed to reach for your dictionary.

Argh...!!! TOO MANY ASSIGNMENTS...!!!

2005-03-16T18:11:00.000-08:00

If any of yous goes to school, yous'll know that assignments are very annoying, but have you ever had four that were due at around the SAME TIME??? FOUR!!! ARGH!!! Especially history, I mean, I thought we'd already had our major assignment for the year. And then Mrs. Con just has to give us another one!!!

God...!!!

~*~ Dinner ~*~

School is soooo boring...

2005-03-11T22:19:00.000-08:00

Wusup?

Nothing?

Same here.

You know, I never knew that school could be soooo incredibly boring. Seriously man. Math is like, the most boring subject in the world. Ok, maybe not the most, but one of, at least. We've got this short Chinese teacher, Hong Kong, I think, and she's got the funniest accent. Hee hee. but anyhow, it's really funny. And like, I'm taller than her! And like that's soooo coool, 'cos as I said, I'm like, shorter then everyone.

By the way, Susan, about everybody, some synonyms are:

all
ya'll
them all
them peeps
them
those geeks
those idiots
those morons
and those other living...things
those...those...those...things

So yeah. People, leave a comment. I wanna know that this site is being read, 'cos the only thing worse than math (and music...and a late assignment... and...a lot of other things...) is being rejected. I mean, who here's ever been rejected? 'Cos if you have, you know what I mean when I say that I don' wanna be a reject.

So yeah,

See ya'll round!

Hi Suzzzyyyy! hee hee

2005-03-11T22:03:00.000-08:00

You know Susan, you're so... so... so... blank! Yes! That's the term I was looking for! You're so blank, Susan. You need more colour in your life! I mean...

Itwouldbesogoddamnedboringifyoujustwroteinthiscolourandtalkedinthistoneallday

I mean, honestly, why do you write in white all the time???
BE COLOURFUL!!!
CHANGE!!!
STAND OUT IN THE CROWD!!!
COLOUR IS THE SPICE OF LIFE!!!

Honestly, mate, I don't know why I bother to tell you, if you're never going to start taking initiative for yourself!!! I mean, sure mate, you might not be bothered to write in colour, but honestly, mate, it looks so boring!!!

Well, at least not everything's as plain as your blogs...

Aurevoir,

Madenmoiselle Alexandra

Ahem back to you Burnelle

2005-03-10T01:29:00.000-08:00

Oh, yes Burnelle, my influence. After spending a while with me, really, you should know I don't approve of swearing. Now do not use such explicit words...

Gotta go

See ya

Susan Arinet

What Burnelle Said in Simple Words

2005-03-10T01:12:00.000-08:00

Okay. I'm going to see if I can keep the words in this at the most seven letters long. Whatever. This is only so that Amelia can figure out what I am saying if she is reading. Are you reading this Amelia??? More like, can you read this Amelia???

About the friggin' audition... I suck. But then, I knew that, you knew that and so did everybody else. Sorry about that 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 letter long word. What's a another word for everybody???

Sorry, I'm going off the topic. I forgot the friggin' song four times and Burnelle says that I have the ability to automatically go off tune. I mean, really off. It's so friggin' stupid.

I was in the middle, a girl on my left singing Alto, the guy on my right singing Bass and the Choir Teacher singing Tenor at FULL VOLUME! So everyone else is singing when I'm not. I totally lost it four times. In other words, I died.

I am so sad. As in sad sad. If you get my drift.

By the way, what's a tank top??? All these girls were talking about it, and they wouldn't tell me what it was. Hmph. Some people think there's just too good.

There, Amelia, did you process all these SIMPLE words? And no, I am not going to explain them if you don't.

auditions...eargh...

2005-03-09T21:28:00.000-08:00

I am so stuffed... I CAN"T SING! I mean, sure, I'm okay at it, but I have the crappest memory when it comes to lyrics. Even when there are ONLY FIVE POSSIBILITIES!!!

The song's called 'Freedom', by God-only-knows what simpleton (no offence, simpleton), and goes like this:

Oh free-eedo-om!^
Oh free-eedoom! ^
Oh free-eedo~m-freedom is com~ing ^
Oh yes I (knooow.... stop) /Oh yes I knooow...^
Oh yes I knooow...^
Oh yes I know ~ Freedom is com~iiing^
Oh yes I/Oh yes I knooow! ^
Oh yes I knooow! ^
Oh yes I knooow! ^
Oh yes I kno-ow!^
Oh yes I/:
(reapeat x 1 all the way
through, and then again until I say stop)

Okay, you get the picture? It's pretty simple. But that's just the soprano part. The altos and bases go: Freedom is coming^ (definite one-beat-rest)x 3 (eighth-note-rest) Oh yes I know x 3 Oh yes~ I know!

Right:

~ = linger on the sound before this simbol
^ = breath shortly
/ = no breath and no gap. Go straight on.
- = e.g. o-o = oh woh, like, you'd change the note, but I don't have the music here.
... = exactly what it normally means: just drag it out.
: = musical term = repeat

And there you have it! A wonderfully simple song, BUT I FORGOT HOW TO END THE GOD DAMNED THING!!! ARGH!!!

Susan lost it four times, I think, and Nicky lost it...three times...I only lost it once, BUT NOBODY ELSE IN THE GROUP DID!!!

I think I made it...I hope I made it...I'm not sure if I made it...I don't think I made it...I DIDN"T MAKE IT!!! (just kidding, I'm keeping you in suspense here, 'cos you see... I don't know...)

I do think that Nicky and Susan and another friend and I made it. We're all good at singing...if we practice.

PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT

So yeah...toodles!

Ahem, Susan...

2005-03-08T23:10:00.000-08:00

Ahem...Susan...? Your influence? What are you talking about?

Anyhow, four swear words in one sentence is barely some great achienvement, and besides, they weren't even swear words, they were stars or asterikses or whatever you call those thingi-moes.

By the way, if you do want to swear, but can't, because it's in public, there are several ways to do so:

****!
f***!
@!#$!
f!#$!
_ _ _ _!
f_ _ _!

So there you have it! Six ways to say f@!#/F***/****/ _ _ _ _/ f_ _ _/!@#$

So...try one today...!

So...see ya'll laterz!

Oops...

2005-03-07T02:52:00.000-08:00

Oops... I didn't know pressing 'Enter' on the friggin' keyboard did that, so yeah, just ignore me while I figure out what the hell am I doing here...

The friggin' talent quest is stupid!!!!! There was this uh... band (???) and it SUCKED!!! The friggin' cans passing around with like, ten coins or something? While that dude was trying for the amateur yodelling compitition, the rest of us were expecting breaking glass.

Oh yeah, these guys were trying to sing 'Here Without You' by '3 Doors Down', and the singer was TONE DEAF!!! If he could make it through the auditions, I bet I could, and even Ally says I'm real flat when it comes to singing. *Shudder*

Oh, and by the way, Ally, I know I sound like some little goody goody two shoes, but really, you can put one swear word into each sentence, but not... how many was it? Excuse me while I count...

It was four. Four, Ally... tsk, tsk... it seems my influence has done nothing.

Anyway, as I was saying, the frigging talent quest. The teachers could warble better than these students. When the students of this school stop thinking like fluffed up chooks, and start figuring that they can't do the impossible, wake me up.

Okay... I've got the hang of this now...

Boring, boring, this is boring...

2005-03-06T21:12:00.000-08:00

There is that time in life when you really want to bury your head in a burrow...

WELL NOW IS IT!!!!!!!!!!!!

The person just wouldn't stop singing! Oh my GOD! They just kept on screeching and yelling and screaming! But at last...it was over.

There was a talent quest at the school today, to raise funds for the Tsunami aid. You put money in a can to vote: one cent = one vote.

I can understand that some of them just weren't so great... but honestly! Some of them were horrible! AND THERE WAS AN AUDITION!!! HOW THE **** DID THE PEOPLE ****EN GET IN TO THE ****EN TALENT QUEST IN THE FIRST ****EN PLACE???!!!

Sorry. Anyone's who's underage here, remain ignorant of the blanks. Anyone who's not, fill in the blanks. My language is deteorating...or should we say, improving...

I still don't get it. Why are some people so incredibly enerjectic that they can bounce around on stage and sing at the same time WITHOUT going off tune? But then why are some people SO INCREDIBLY STUPID, that they can't even hum properly???

Time for.... the question of the day!!!

Why is it, that some people are so good at performing, while others are
just so incredibly stupid, AND DON'T KNOW IT!!!???!?!?!?

Please leave your answer.

And a reminder. Anyone who's read this blog should leave a random comment or put something on the tag board. Like a kind of guest book, I suppose. So I know that I'm not a total loner and that there is a meaning in life. Oh, and by the way, if you haven't already noticed, I've posted the prologue (there's a bit before it and heaps after it) to a story like...ago. So it'd be like...way down the blog, so yeah.

Leave your comments!!! And go to http://burnerblabble.blogspot.com!!!
You won't regret it!

Sorry 'bout the delay...

2005-03-05T23:46:00.000-08:00

Guys, girls, I'm soooooooooooo sorry about the delay for Chapter two. If anyone's been monitoring my story blog they'll have noticed that it hasn't had an update in...well...days...! See, the friend that's writing it (sorry, dunno if they want me to mention their name so I'd better not) is a bit...late...so there's a delay. We so so so so so so apologize for the delay! (Has anyone seen a rabbit hole? I wanna stick my head down one...)

If it makes you feel any better, I'll post some random bits and pieces to make up for it. Just so you know, these bits and pieces may or may not actually make it into the story, they're just bits that I wrote when I got bored...so...enjoy!

Apologetically,

~*~Ally Burner~*~

Damn internet...

2005-03-05T17:05:00.000-08:00

This internet keeps failing and it's really getting on my nerves. We had to connect like, four time, and it keeps going blank! Argh! Anyhow, here's a song that'll get on your nerves (try this for long journeys on the bus when you're sitting in the back row):

I know a song that get's on your nerves,
get's on your nerves,
get's on your nerves! ^
I know a song that get's on your nerves, and it goes a little like this: ^

(the above is sung to the tune of 'merry-go-'round the mulberry bush' or 'round and round the muberry bush' - same tune, but I don't which name. It can be repeated infinitely before the next verse, or sung on its own over and over and over and over and over and o... breathe on the ^)

Boring, boring, this is boring, how do you like my boring song,^ second
verse, same as first, ^couldn't get better but it's gonna get worse!

(sung monotonously, with a strong beat and emphasis on the bold bits. Also, there should be no breath or gap between 'worse' and 'are' in the two verses.)

Are we there yet! ^
Are we there yet! ^
Are we there yet! ^

(can also be repeated infinitely or said on its own. No tune, but said in an annoying, kinda upward tone. You know, are we there...yet? are we there...yet?)

About the story...

2005-03-05T13:56:00.000-08:00

Hey peeps!

The below is the prologue (well...duh...it's called "Prologue") of the story I hwas talking about. Read it and see if you like it, 'cos I've decided to move them to a page all by themselves, seeing as it's pretty long, so yeah. Just go to: http://burnerblabble.blogspot.com and you'll find it there. Remember to keep me posted on any suggestions! You never know, your name might just end up in the story...

To dreamweaver...

2005-03-04T20:19:00.000-08:00

Hi,

Thanks for the comment. Yes, I do have influence, seeing as I'm one of the three people writing it. :D Keep reading!

Prolugue

2005-03-03T17:03:00.000-08:00

January 31st, 2009— Tristyn SCGYG

Billionaires’ children stepped regally from the dozens of limousines, BMWs and Mercedes parked in the drop-off zone. Some had just come from a holiday in Brazil, and were unpacking from private jets. The scholarship takers crowded from the buses. They all headed for the giant, cast-iron gates that marked the entrance to the school. Tristyn Secondary College for Gifted Young Gentlepersons Est. circ. 1725. Guards stood at the gates, checking for identification and porters carted off the luggage.

One girl with sleek black hair and amber eyes waved goodbye to a black limo as she stood by the gate. Straightening her clothes, she took a deep breath and walked up to the guards. On her suitcase was the lettering: Alexandra R. Burnelle. The porter took it, nodded, and she stepped through the gates.

Near the benches, a small crowd had gathered. In the centre stood a girl, dressed in a brightly coloured designer shirt and pants. Her layered black hair easily reflected the sunlight. Deep russet coloured eyes looked intently at the pigeon cradled in her arms. Her right hand rested gently on the bird’s broken wing. Blood was smeared all over, with fresh liquid seeping through the wound. A bone stuck out at a strange angle. Before the eyes of the gathered crowd, the blood slowly seeped back into the wound, and the bone reset itself. It flapped and flew away. The gold bracelet on the girl’s left wrist had the engraving: Nicky.

On the other side of the front area, lying on her back on the lawn, was another girl. Hazel eyes looked up at the sky, and at the clouds. Her dark brown hair was spread out around her. At she looked, the shape of the cloud changed from a shapeless blob to a horse, to a train, to a bird and to a Ferris wheel. She blinked, and the cloud moved on. She sighed, turning over. The next cloud formed the word: Susan.

The bell rang then, one loud, shrill, piercing note that echoed through the extensive school grounds. The children flocked onto the moat and through to the entrance hall. Gold leafing and intricate tapestries featured throughout the massive atrium. Living up to true Roman style, there was a circular, marble pool of water in the ground, with a matching skylight high above in the cathedral-like roof. Marble floors echoed the footsteps of the students as they hurried on their way to the main noticeboard.

The new rolls for the year were being put up, but already, crowds stood, impatiently waiting to find out who they had for company for the rest of the year. Alexandra stood among them, as well as the afore mentioned Nicky and Susan. Year eight was pinned up, and someone started to call out the names.

“Ah…so… the special class,” a blonde boy read.

Something about the way he said ‘special’ made several people around him sneer and other frown. Maybe she saw wrong, but Alex could have sworn that fangs appeared in one of the disapproving boys. The blonde boy must have noticed too, as he started reading again.

“So…there’s…Marcus Anthony, Susan Arinet, Louisa and Maria Botecelli …hey, someone’s new! A certain Alexandra Burnelle…it’s a chic! Ah well… Nicole Cheng, Natasha Dayvies, James Fayrfod, Jacques Fowl, Guy Manne, Amelia SanChez and Maximus Tudor, Now… 8H…” he continued to call out the members of every class.

Somewhere in the crowd, Nicky (or rather, Nicole), was complaining to a group of friends.

“I don’t believe it,” she exclaimed, “I’m with her… again! It’s completely preposterous! I mean, Arinet with all her pathetic little cloud tricks, mixing with people with real power, is a complete insult to our abilities! I thought she’d be kicked out long ago. Wait till my father hears of this. I mean…”

Meanwhile, Susan, the girl with ‘all her pathetic little cloud tricks’ was also cursing the new roll.

“Damn teachers,” she said to herself. “Don’t they get it? Why do I have to be with her again? Couldn’t she just transfer to somewhere else? Her and her love-sick puppy dogs, that is. Following her around all over the place. I mean honestly, doesn’t the little bitch have anything better to do? She’s so-”

But Susan was cut short by someone coughing behind her. It was Nicole.

“Talking to all of your friends, I see, Airy,” she sneered, and several of her friends followed suit. “What did you say I was? A bitch, was it? And I’m so what? So what, eh? You’re the one that’s-”

This time she was cut off by someone behind her. An Asian girl with glowing amber eyes had tapped he on the shoulder.

“Ah…hi, I’m Alex,” she introduced herself. “I’m new, and I’m kind of lost around here, so I was wondering if you could show me the way to the bathrooms?”

Both girls turned to look at her. They studied her up and down for a while, before Susan spoke.

“You’re Alexandra Burnelle, right?” she asked. “The new chic?”

Alex nodded. “That’s me. So…do you know where the toilet is? I need to get some tissue. I left mine in the luggage.”

Nicole spoke, “You look pretty downtown, where’re you from?” Nicole was noticing the gold bangles on Alex’s wrist. From her experience, those where solid, 24 carat gold bangles.

“America, actually, but I was born in China,” Alex replied, she was starting to get irritated. “So, don’t any of you two know where to get tissue?”
Nicole and Susan reacted at the same time.

“Oh, I’ve got some,” they said simultaneously. They glared at each other, and then stifled attempts to get tissue.

Susan took advantage of the pause to offer her brand of tissue. Kleenex. Alex thanked her for it, but obviously looked uncomfortable using tissue from out of someone else’s back pocket.

At that moment, a badly aimed water balloon came careering towards the three. Nicole and Susan dodged, but Alex held out her hand to block it. In seconds, the packed balloon would explode over her hand and spill onto her face. But it never happened. It only got as far as her hand, exploding, and then, miraculously, freezing. It looked like the birth of some weird reptile hatching from its rubber shell. Alex caught the ice-balloon and aimed it at a bin five metres away. It fell in.

The two other girls and the group that was following Nicole froze as well. They gaped in astonishment. Naturally, only they saw the feat, the rest of the school was heading off to the dining hall.

“Wow,” breathed Susan.

“Cool,” whispered Nicole.

“………” the rest of them continued staring.

Alex looked from face to face, innocently wiping her hand on the tissue

“So…none of you will show me where the bathroom is?”

Hey ya'll!

2005-03-02T21:42:00.000-08:00

Hi!

Well, this is my first ever blog posting and also my second ever website! GO ME!!!

(I'm so juvenile...)

Anyhow...

Welcome to Burnerz Bubblez!!!

Just a bit of trivia here, my name is Alexandra Burnelle, shortened to Ally Burner. (Nah...that's not my real name. But...I can't tell you my real name 'cos I don't feel like it.)

And uh...that's it!

Love ya'll!

Cheers!

P.S. One more thing... a couple of friends and I are writing a story...so...you might find some bits on here...