CHESTER BENNINGTON

Chester Charles Bennington is one of the most amazing singers I have ever heard. He is most recognized as the lead singer of Linkin Park, where his higher-pitched, emotional vocals balance out those of co- vocalist and emcee Mike Shinoda. At the age of 32 he lives a great life in Orange County (America). With his wife Talinda and his four Kids. But life hasn’t always been good for Chester. As a child he was sexually abused, (not by his family but by people around him), a few of his friends commited suicide and one died in a skateboarding accident. At the age of eleven he turned to drugs after the divorce of his parent. He turned to drugs at such a young age so he could numb his pain and memories he had. By the time Chester got into his teenage years he was heavily into cocaine and methamphetamines. Though still heavily into drug, he still wanted to pursue his childhood dream of becoming a Rock Star. So in 1993 he joined as lead vocalist, to a local band “Grey Daze”. Grey Daze became well known in Chester’s town of Phoenix and around The US. But he soon became unhappy in the band because of creative differences.

At this stage in Chester’s Life he was married to his former wife Samantha, they were to poor to buy rings so they got their wedding rings tattooed onto their fingers. (Samantha left him in 2005).
Chester Struggled to find another band, and was about to give up on his music career, when in 1999 (aged 23) he was told about an audition for a band in Los Angeles so he moved his family to L.A! Here he did a great Audition for a band called Hybrid Theory. There was another vocalist also auditioning that day, but when he heard Chester sing he knew there was no point in him auditioning so he quickly left. Chester became the final piece of Hybrid Theory. Chester soon came up with a knew name for Hybrid Theory, (which is its current name) “Linkin Park”.
(Chester was free from drugs before joining Linkin park)

Chester Benningon’s co-writer and fellow band member Mike Shinoda had been trying for a long time to right a song, called "Breaking the Habit", then when he met Chester all the lyrics needed slipped into place. “Breaking the Habit” brought back memories from Chester’s past which in many cases reduced him to tears in the middle of a performance. So until recently Breaking the Habit wasn’t able to be performed live.

Chester has a great respect for his Fans. Even to the extent that when he broke his arm by doing his famous “Monkey Jump” He did the rest of the show with a broken arm because he didn’t want to let his fans down. I quote “It’ll be just as broken in an hour as it is now” – Chester.

Chester plays the Guitar, the piano and is a vocalist.

Christina's

My sister lives in a awsome house.
It reminds me of Danny, Scott, Hayley and Noah's house from Home and Away, Before it burnt down. They called it the castle. It's a perfect house for a bunch of tennagers. Bright, old and big.
Christina's house is pretty much the same. He kitchen has bright yellow walls and purle doors.

Her spare bedroom is Bright Blue with white clouds painted on the ceiling. Then her Bedroom and lounge is a redy Purple.
She has a pool, though it's not really her's we can go in it whenever.
To get to her house you drive down a long driveway through a vineyard.

It's coolio dude

Head Chef

My dream is to be a Head Chef in a Busy Restaurant in the middle of a big city. I love the chaos in kitchens. Your always busy racing against time, while doing something you love. Working with the smell of spices floating in the air. The heat of the ovens and gas elements. The sound of sharp knifes quickly hitting chopping boards, as they cut through vegetables, meats and spices. Waiters yelling out orders, chefs yelling out meals they have finished. Then as you walk through the kitchen doors into the restaurant, you now here none of the chaos. All you hear is people chatting at their tables. Glasses clanging together and knifes slowly cutting food on plates, and quiet music in the background. How satisfying it would be to have people paying to eat your food. Then seeing them satisfied after having a delicious meal you have created.

MuSeUms

I have been sitting at my computer for the last ummmm lets think 1 HOUR, writing then rewriting then deleting my blog entry about the Museum. I don’t like writing about things I have been told to write about. No words ever some to my mind. I would rather write about something I want to write about. Maybe something I feel strongly about or writing about I enjoy doing or watching or listening to. But not about the museum. However, I’ll give this another shot.

The year 10 social studies topic for term one, has been conflict, under this category we have been studying World War 1. Therefore, what would be a better place to study World War 1 than at the Auckland Museum? There we could learn all about the battle fields, see pictures of the war and read about what it was like living in that time period.
So on Friday (15th March) we all piled into the buses and made our way to the Auckland Museum. We were taken into a area which a cant remember the name of. But anyway it was an area made up of at least 4 rooms. We were given a question booklet, and we had to find the answers to these questions on posters and telephones placed around the rooms. We did this for about an hour than we moved onto the next area. This are was about World War 2. Again, we had to answer questions, which we found the answers to around the room. During this time, some one set off the alarm, because some touched something that had an alarm on it. The funny thing was the alarm went off just as an old(ish) man sat on a seat. He thought he’d set off the alarm. How funny is that! LMAO!
At 12:00 we had lunch outside the Museum for half and hour.
We then we back into the Museum for 20 minutes to look in a room that was full of stuff from the past. Like old chocolate bars, old a dentist chair, etc. And this HUGE stuffed Elephant that used to live at Auckland Zoo.
Man that room brought back memories from when I was little. It was my favorite place in the Museum when I was like 5. (good times, good times)

When we got back to school, a few of us went to the tuck-shop to buy something. We ended up getting free let overs. I got nachos but shamus stole them off me.

:@)

SOZZZZZ in advance

I'd just like to apologize in advance for my spelling errors and my terrible blog writng. You see everyone seems to be wrting all poetic and pro. But as you can probable tell I'm not the best at that. But I will try. So my poetic interesting way of writing, may (i hope not) sounds absolutely crap, and thats why I'm apologizing.

P.s. Sorry future me (if i'm/you are reading this) for embarrassing You/ Myself for whatever I decide to write in here in the next year or so, if its embarrassing to look back on im soooooo soooooo sorry .............................................................. Like what I'm writing now.

Yepppppp

SwItZeRlAnD...!!!

Last night was any normal week night. Homework and chatting to friends in msn.
But then around 9:00pm it turned into a not so normal night. I was studying for my German Oral test. I was reading over and over German sentences I was to resite to my German teacher Mr Moss the next night. I was deep in thought when the phone rang. Mum answered on the speaker phone, but all I could hear was someone mumbling into the phone. “Is that Bruno?” Mum replied to the person. The Person on the other replied again in which I then realized was a different language. Mum then Replied in what I noticed was German. She then passed the phone to my Dad who automatically started speaking in Swiss- German, “Hallo Bruno.” After talking for a while Dad hung up the phone. “Bruno’s inviting us to Switzerland for a Family Reunion, and is paying for all of our flight expenses!”

I can’t believe it, in just over five months I will be in Switzerland for a three week holiday. This will be my first time out of New Zealand, and my Dad’s first time back home for nineteen years. I am so excited.
In the three weeks we will go to Italy and travel around Switzerland. I will also meet cousins I have never had the chance to meet.
This is all sooooooooooo awesome!!!!!!

A Special Friend

For an average tennager, friends are the most important thing in their life. But what happens when you have a friend, Not just a normal everyday friend. No a friend that you trust, love to be around and do everything with. What if this friend is taken away from you because you have been accused of being someone your not or doing things that are respectable. Your told you shouldn't be around others, because your "bad ways" may rub off on them. Being restricted from this friend is like a part of you is made hollow.

Now when something exciting, scary or funny happens, or even if theres something you just need to get off your chest, you go to tell this friend. But then you remember their not there to tell. You have no one to tell, because this tho you have other friends to tell, you only want to tell this special friend. You can imagian their reaction, even if their not that insterested in what you have to say, they'll still listen. But now instead it all just bundles inside of you with no way out. Your ready to explode.

What have you done wrong? How could they do this? Why would they do this?

XOXO C

XOXEMELIAXOX

HeLLoOooOo...

Today is the first day i am writing in my blog and i have absolutely no idea what to write.

I think Im suppose to write about my day and stuff. Ms Wilson said not to be boring though. But today was pretty boring. It was just an ordinary day. Drama, German, English and Science.

I had a German test......... it was sooooo hard. There were words i didn't even know the meaning of and i had to answer questions where i had to use these words. It was random.

When i got home today these men were on my drive way with all this weird equipment. I was like ohhhhhh my goodness whats going on. Then mum got home....... and it turns out they were measuring or section, because we're building a garage. (Mum could have warned me dont yah think.)