Frayon Reflects
Hello everyone! Frayon here. It’s been a long time since I’ve finally been given space to talk about myself. All about me. Me me me me me.
Ah, how good it feels.
So we’re supposed to start reflecting on our school life. However, I’ve decided that if you actually knew which schools I was from, there would be hordes of screaming girls swarming those schools in an attempt to -
Wait, screaming girls? Are you sure that they are not screaming just because you are near them?
*ignores Fanning* IN AN ATTEMPT to find out more about my very elusive past, so in order to protect my ex-teachers and my alumni schools (after all, I am a noble, caring and patriotic individual) -
Which world are you living in Frayon?
*ignores Fanning AGAIN* I will refer to my Secondary School as Genius Secondary School (GSS) and my Acad School in TP as Prince Charming School (or PC), and as part of the reflections I will be showing you what I looked like back then … … Nothing ELSE to say, Fanning?
I am just speechless. From disgust.
That’s certainly a first. Why are you here anyway? This is MY post.
Frayon, your first few paragraphs of your reflections have been the most disgusting and obnoxious pieces of junk I’ve seen on this blog, so just STICK to reflecting or I will tear out your leg and beat you to death with it.
What? This is MY post, I can do whatever I want you wetblanketspoilsportsourgrapes. So anyway, without further ado, here’s a picture of me during my times in Genius Sec:
It’s not a very accurate representation (I have a nose, for example, and obviously I’m not so yellow), but I’d say it’s about 90% there. As you can see, I was a very fit and healthy 16 year old.
Waittt...Frayon please do not mislead the readers. If you are to give an accurate representation of yourself, it would look like this:
… … Oh yeah? If you were to be represented when you were younger, you’d look like THIS:
*punches Frayon*
OW!! MAI NOZE!! CHOO WHACKED MAI NOZE!! Mummeee….!! *runs away*
There you have it punks... that's the most accurate representation of Frayon.
Ah, how good it feels.
So we’re supposed to start reflecting on our school life. However, I’ve decided that if you actually knew which schools I was from, there would be hordes of screaming girls swarming those schools in an attempt to -
Wait, screaming girls? Are you sure that they are not screaming just because you are near them?
*ignores Fanning* IN AN ATTEMPT to find out more about my very elusive past, so in order to protect my ex-teachers and my alumni schools (after all, I am a noble, caring and patriotic individual) -
Which world are you living in Frayon?
*ignores Fanning AGAIN* I will refer to my Secondary School as Genius Secondary School (GSS) and my Acad School in TP as Prince Charming School (or PC), and as part of the reflections I will be showing you what I looked like back then … … Nothing ELSE to say, Fanning?
I am just speechless. From disgust.
That’s certainly a first. Why are you here anyway? This is MY post.
Frayon, your first few paragraphs of your reflections have been the most disgusting and obnoxious pieces of junk I’ve seen on this blog, so just STICK to reflecting or I will tear out your leg and beat you to death with it.
What? This is MY post, I can do whatever I want you wetblanketspoilsportsourgrapes. So anyway, without further ado, here’s a picture of me during my times in Genius Sec:
It’s not a very accurate representation (I have a nose, for example, and obviously I’m not so yellow), but I’d say it’s about 90% there. As you can see, I was a very fit and healthy 16 year old.
Waittt...Frayon please do not mislead the readers. If you are to give an accurate representation of yourself, it would look like this:
… … Oh yeah? If you were to be represented when you were younger, you’d look like THIS:
*punches Frayon*
OW!! MAI NOZE!! CHOO WHACKED MAI NOZE!! Mummeee….!! *runs away*
There you have it punks... that's the most accurate representation of Frayon.
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