In tribute to all the Fridays that bring the joy to countless people, I shall update for the fourth time in a row for this week.

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Today lotsa people were knocked out after recess. The weather or the classroom was totally humid and it made me, and perhaps others in 3P really sleepy. So I gave in to the tantalising lure of lalaland and its magical adventures.

And the movie "The way Home" was so artyfarty to me, the way the director filmed the show, and screening, and the little scenes that made everyone let out a [sound] of protest toward some hurting action done by the boy or an 'aww'. In all, the film was good. And to add to the whole pile of positive comments, it was a foreign film. Anything that's foreign to me is interesting. Now I know why it's called 'The way Home'. Ya'll know, don't you? Actually I sorta knew since the movie started. It's rather basic? Like a boy finds his actual inner self or his angelic side or something like that when thrown into a circumstance that forced him to change for the better. And the gradual change is like screaming in your ear at the end of the show. And it warms my heart to see the apparent change in the boy. If you drew a before and after picture of the boy, the before picture would be a miniature of a godzilla and the after picture would be a cute bear. [Cute bear or the likes of it.] Yummies—

Newsweek editor in the making here, hello? Okay, don't snort or else you'll choke.