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Yes, it's back again the once more tiring need to explain the philosophy and motives of our very noble In-field Commando Bernie aka Danny Grober. So, for those of you a little blur on the details of the past escapades,and a little too lazy in the digits on you more acessible limbs [I mean your fingers] to scroll down this uniquely dying blog to read it yourself, here's a quick rundown [grab your dictionaries]:


A long, long time ago, in a place far, far away there lived a prince who married this princess and lived happily ever after. Yep, if only it were that simple ... sigh!


OK, really. During a certain gathering of exclusive members of a faction of the large body we, in crude terms, term students, [I prefer the term 'educatees'] a group of young valiant young men were very attentive to their surroundings. Due to this very alert sense of scrutiny they discovered the existence of an "individual" only known as The Tracer.

Henceforth, they began, following the prompting of of the ever-enthusiastic Danny Grober, to hatch the brilliant undertaking we now know as Project BATT. In which afore mentioned task, our in-field commando, Danny Grober, was catapulted into the very fray of a vicious battle by the masterminds, J. Mugis and Rondo The Einstien. His mission: to infiltrate the vicinity of The Tracer and make himself aquainted with its contents.

Unfortunately, Project BATT has been on hold since the complaints put forth by Bernie aka Danny Grober himself, despite his initial fervour and interest in the project. After careful scrutiny of his complaints, we have established that he seemed to have concocted some form of strange temporary insanity causing him to twist much of his words.

Fortunately, the services of myself and CIA Payne aka Donkey, were able to decipher his cry for more urgent yet subtle help. Therefore, we have been gearing up for the next ensuing battle of which the first wave will be executed Friday: tomorrow.


So, that said, let's get down to Bernie's second set of complaints. Bernine aka Danny Grober posted a comment on a post entitled "posting on a comment" on this blog not too long ago. Here, we will attempt to clarify what exactly he really is trying to say in his comment. Again, his actual comment will be in italics, and the expert interpretations shall be in bold.


People, Bernard here..

[Hmm... I don't know about ny readers, but I sense a constraint here in the starting of his address. His seemingly unrelated tone saying that reminds me of the many hostage situations seen in many shows. Intriguingly, almost all hostages start by saying the same thing: their name? Obviously we would know it is Bernard but the very fact that he stated his name at the beginning seems to indicate nervousness...]

I know it sounds very very lame to be here again and again, trying to clarify this obviously misguided issue revolving aroung myself.. But then again, without doing so, it makes me seem so weak and abusable, thus, being falsely acquainted with a girl.

[Ahh... he acknowledges that it would seem unnecessary to need to implore the forgiveness and clarification of his friends again and again. He regrets wholeheartedly that this 'issue' misguidedly revolves around himself only. He is obviously intending that his fine friends stand beside him in this sea of emotional turmoil, he requests that we also be acknowledged as co-founders of this excellent and close-to-his-heart project. Failing to do so would make him seem weak and unable to carry out his duties. Yes, Danny we apologise for the delay in this project and identify ourselves as the culprits of the before mentioned weaknesses and abusability. Again we implore your forgiveness, Danny for falsely aquainting you with an object you have yet to attain. How foolish of us! Enough! We shall not cause him more pain by continually reminding him that he has not achieved his goals. We will encourage him further and speak of this aquaintance in future tense hereafter.]

Therefore, I strongly feel that I owe everyone a truth that has to be explained, something that the Dolphin and Donkey had obviously trying to manipulate and hide away from fella readers, that I am not 'interested' in the particular girl that Danny Grober had been paired with for the last few misleading weeks.

[We too agree that the truth must be told. Shame on us, unconcious manipulators. Danny, we have wrong you and twisted your truths. Yes, my dear fella readers, Danny is in no way "interested" in this particular beautiful member of the opposite sex. He is ardently admiring and wholeheartedly mesmerised by her perfection in his truthful eyes. We, Dolphin and Donkey, have grossly understated his passionate devotion, and we beg his forgiveness.]

In which, Danny Grober = Bernard Yong, a.k.a. myself...
sigh.. again i sigh, sighing from both relief, relieved from the constricting false 'kuching-kayu-relationship' prank, as well as the innocent nature of the BATT project officers...

[Yes, Bernard, we as fellow admirers of the opposite sex, sigh with you in complete agreement. Bernard here is relieved, and so are we, that the baseless rumors of his dark past in his hometown of quaint Sibu have been truly false and are proven nothing more than mere whispers of a late winter breeze in the spring. Here also, we thank you, kind Bernard, for recognising our innocence and sincerity in our assistance in this your most noble exploit: Project BATT]

Thy shalt be forgiving...

[Ah, he forgives our past failures and we are happy. We will strive even harder to do our best in the merciless battle of Project BATT that treathens to rip to shreads the sensitive emotionality of our most upright Bernard.]

And with tat i raise my case...

[And yes Bernard, we also forgive you and your unconcious grammatical mistakes. We 'rest' assured that you will 'raise' your marks in the forthcoming EST exams.]

DANNY GROBER
[And nihploD signing off]

Thus ends another testimony to the intense attention to detail that our good, kind and noble friend Danny Grober subtly lines his messages with. Henceforth we once again call to all who are concerned to rally forces and join with us in the almost-never-ending quest of Project BATT! Onward troops!

Holiday fun with English!

Yep, I finally have what all my avid and faithful readers have been waiting for:
An update!

Anyways, yes, Doron's still dead but dead men do tell stories. Seems like the break from our regular schooling lives offers no more of those sparkles which we blogger opportunist love. Sigh...

In a desperate attempt to relieve the magnimity of the stress bestowed upon me by powers beyond my control, I am glad to proceed by providing my ever constant readers a short summary of my activities during the period of withdrawal from the one, and probably the only, public lifestyle due to the interference of some unknown veto power.
Or in simple talk: What I did during the holidays so far.

1. I undertook to provide the suffering and dehydrated finer examples of the human physique, of tS. hpesoJ stropS yaD, with zero expense liquidation:
I gave out free drinks on sports day!

2. I participated in a fine undertaking to unite and strengthen the bonds between the noble individuals who upheld measly instances of justice in our fine education systems. During which I was struck more forcefully into the consideration of commencing Project ESC, DAP and/or MIC:
I went for our Prefect Telematch and had lots of fun!

3. I spent the following week commiting my body to the rememberance of certain tiring and complex maneuvers which were further enhanced by the participation of various individuals of the same rigid undertakings to produce a visually stunning and auditorily demanding display:
I went for band practice on Sat, Mon, Tues, Wed, Thurs and Fri -day! We stood around in the sun a lot and made a lot of noise.

4. I commited the diminuitive allocation of rest from the immense physical regimes to perusing the views and opinions of my fellow like-minded acquaintances:
I read a few blogs during my short Gawai break.

5. Throughout the aforesaid specifications of my conduct I continually bemoaned the bereftment of the company of my numerous acquaintances, some of which had recently developed very intristic effects on my being:
I wanna go back to school! I miss my friends! Especially certain ones...

Hence, my period of relaxation granted to me by unknown higher powers has been caught up in many a physical and mental turmult. Therefore I am severly lacking in many of my abilities at his particular instance:
These holidays @#$*%! I'm tired.