Monday, July 31, 2006

The world is changing....

Have you ever wonder of how things are given names and description?

Why is the colour red named ‘red’ instead of ‘blue’? Why is it that when it comes to monkeys, people will think about bananas instead of honeydew or watermelon?

Before civilization, humans only knew how to go ‘Ooh.. OOOOhhh.. *pointing somewhere’ but after civilization, humans can say ‘You, pick that up.’ So, who invented the English language as well as other languages? How did alphabets come about? How did the first person learn the pronounciation of each alphabets? The person who did this sure made our life easier.

Anyway, I was watching Discovery Channel yesterday. Apparently, dragons do exist. Unbelievable but why didn’t it survive up to today? It survived until after the extinction of dinasours. Last time, dragons were known as devils for they will steal food from the villagers but hey, they had to live. I bet if they survived up to today, they will most probably end up in the zoo and the country which has dragons will make profit with the incoming of foreign curreny.

If you could change the world, what would you do? Invent something? Reduce poverty and discrimination? How? If only the world is at peace, every one would be happy. Ask and you’ll be given, don’t need to declare war over something and no lives sacrificed. I read from a book by

Andrew Matthews:
Someone: What if I don’t want to be happy?

AM: Well, don’t be if that makes you happy.

Interesting isn’t it? Surprisingly, that was the only line which I remember until now. Back to the topic, what will you do if you could change the world? I seriously thought that lasers should be invented and distributed to every country in the world. Then, they can zap garbage and reduce landfills. Garbage turns into tiny particles, the molecules break and disappear! There won’t be any need to clear forest for landfills or cover up the landfills and build houses. Instead, there will be more land for planting trees.

More trees means more oxygen and no green house effect! The ecosystem will be restored to its original. No rise in temperature means the icebergs in the north pole will not melt. Thus, no tsunami caused! As for volcanoes, it can’t be helped I think. When the lava cools, it does provide better soil.

What is holding Earth together anyway? The core of the earth is of high temperature. Why? How?

I’d better stop now. Curiosity is killing the cat…

Friday, July 28, 2006

Questions and more!

There was a motivation talk in school today and it was pretty interesting.

“School teacher’s are not boring. It is the lousy students.”

Well, *rolls eyes* some point is may be true. Today’s Physics class was unbearable. Teacher was mumbling and what she taught was not even in the revision book!

The mystery was solved when I asked my friend to explain what she taught in class and my friends reply was, “Actually, I also have no idea what she taught. I went to her after class and she told me that what she taught today was only for general knowledge and it will not be tested in our exams.”

Me: What? Tell me why she tortured us for that 1 hour 20 minutes.
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Anyway, I did not get selected in National Service- still not sure whether to rejoice or not. There is an essay writing competition in school. It’s ‘cerpen’ (short story) with any theme of your choice. I am still thinking about what to write. What is interesting?

Have you ever felt that when friends ask you questions, you can answer them but when your teacher ask the same questions, you can’t answer? Or when you know the answer but when your teacher asks you, you decided to change your answer because you think that your answer is wrong and the answer you gave wrong but the answer you didn’t give was right.

Confused?

I’ve been doing some thining. What are mushrooms besides the fact that they are parasites? Which group do they belong to? They can’t be carbohydrate nor fats, so? It’s not hard nor soft, it is ‘elastical’ but edible. Does it make sense? When we eat mushrooms, are we taking the spora as well? What is the spora made of and which enzyme has changes it to a simpler form of molecules?

Did you know that we talk to ourselves more or less 30 000 times a day? Seriously, when you read the sentence above, you might go, “Really?” (first time), “Oh, yeah, I am!” (Second time) and so on. Mostly, when you are making decisions.
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As for my love life, it would have to wait until I finish my SPM. The guy I like apparently still loves his ex-girlfriend. I don’t love, I only like- unless our family members is counted. So many fish in the ocean, why must it be that particular one?

Perhaps my curiosity level is high today that I asked a lot of questions, I hope you guys don’t mind.

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Essay: Running Away

“I never want to see your face again!” Those were the last words she heard from her mother. She got down from the car and slammed the door hard. She was going for her tuition class. Slowly, she climbed the steps heavily. She could not think of what to do. She only wanted to hide from her pain.

Earlier, she had a heated argument with her mother over her lack of discipline. Her mother did not understand what she was going through and yet storm on her without realising that her words would cut deep enough to leave a wound. She tried to be patient with her mother but she could not handle herself in a calm and proper manner when her mother shrieked, “You are begin to act exactly like your group friends. Lazy and no manners!”

In her own world with no space, she thought, “Who is she to say such things? She, my own mother doesn’t even know me well. She doesn’t know I have no friends. She doesn’t know who I am or how I act in school. She only assumes and thinks that her assumptions are always right.” For a daughter, her mother should and must not be questioned, therefore, everything was kept to herself. There was no one who she can share her feelings with.

Slowly, everything she kept build up and became something she can’t avoid- hatred. She need not be compared to her all-rounder brother. She need not be someone worthy only of her father’s love. Yet, it happened. Life was unfair but she still accepted it with an open mind with doubts if she should do so.

When she reached the tuition centre situated on the third floor, she straight away went to the back of the building instead into her class. She could not face her friends. Ever so many times, she thought of running away. All sorts of feeling she experienced and then, she thought of SUICIDE. After all, she was standing at a high-rise building where she could see a part of the city she lived in for the past four years.

Confused, she was. Yet, it was already decided. She climbed over the bars. She braced herself and gathered all the courage she had. She let go of the bars a finger at a time and let herself fall with her eyes shut. The wind caressed her pale face, running through her hair.

“Thump!” and that was all that was heard. Perhaps someone must have saw her jumping or someone suspecting something that made the third floor crowded with both students and teachers. As they arrived at the scene of the accident, all they found was a file, a green bag and a piece of paper with scribbles all over and a few tear blots. Someone grabbed the piece of paper and read:

“I’m sorry I am not the perfect daughter you have been hoping for. I’m sorry I am not good enough for you but I’ve tried my best to be the best daughter I can be. What I have given you is the best of what I have and what I am to you is the best of what I can be. Don’t blame yourself for this decision is mine. Please take care of the family. I love you.”

There were sobs, sniffs and even some blowing their noses. Her male friends might not expected this. After all, she only appeared to be a happy-go-lucky girl and socialized well with them. Nobody saw it coming.

Then, someone voiced out, “God bless this child and her family.”

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Antz... I loathe 'em

As well as other insects- cockroaches and beetles, I don’t like ants.

At first, I thought that ants are harmless creatures which works hard day and night finding food. When you drop something sweet on the floor or maybe on the table, here comes the ants in an army surrounding it. Matters turn worse when you find them making their way across the living room from the balcony to the kitchen.

One ant is fine with me but when it comes to hundreds of them, okay maybe nearly to a hundred of them, then, these ants start to annoy me. They crawl to the wrong places and there was once I was bitten by a black ant!

I learnt my lesson that never take a black ant easy for it is as tough as the red ants. I also figured that these ants can’t drown in water. Thanks to Physics, I figured that these ants can stand on water and not drown and die. Even if I press on them, (I know I’m evil) they will not die!These ants must have grown their immunity towards humans’ attacks.

Why do I want them to die? Apparently, there is no reason. If the ants can do their thing without interfering with me, I am fine with it. I don’t need ants crawling through a very tiny hole from the window pane to my study table. There is no sweet things in my room. Thank goodness, I got rid of them when my aunt visited me. She brought along with her a chalk which did do the trick.

As for the cockroaches, they need not fly, yes FLY from outside into the house. The good thing about it is that they are not hissing cockroaches. As long as they do not get into any of the bedrooms is fine with me. They usually fly around the living room and get hit by the fan. I on the other hand will cover myself, from head to toe so that it will not touch me.

And so you have it, the adventures of ants and cockroaches in my house. Some terrifying, some gets on my nerves.

Saturday, July 15, 2006

A Compliment

I had my haircut today because the fringe was covering part of my eyes and I can barely open my eyes wide to look at something. Well, the first time I went there, I felt shy. Every one spoke Cantonese there and it’s not like I can’t speak Cantonese but I just don’t have the confidence. What if I screw up and say the wrong thing? Since then, I only spoke English whenever I visit there and they do understand.

There are some cute guys there. I’m not sure though if they are working part time but they are nice. One of them was ‘blowing’ my hair with the hair dryer when he suddenly stopped and took a closer look at the part of my hair which he was holding. He did not say anything and I did not ask anything although I was really curious to know what he was thinking.

After he finished, he asked me, “Is this your natural hair colour?”

I said, “Yes, it is…” At the same time, I gave him the puzzled look.

He said, “It is very nice…”

I replied, “Oh, thank you…” and smiled.

Well, that was the first time some one actually notice my hair colour and I am impressed. No, I am not boasting or anything but if someone actually looks at your hair and tells you how nice it is, how would you feel? Moreover, he is good-looking.

A guy who would get my attention would be his beautiful eyes. I guess it is because I don’t have one myself, I really like guys with nice, dark, twinkling or somehow mysterious eyes. The next thing would be his smile. One that gets my attention would be his snargle teeth. No idea why, but I think they are pretty attractive. I know I’m weird but hey, every one has got different taste.
Finally, I’ve decided to slim down. Over the past few days, I realise that I have been eating a lot and it has added to my weight. Besides swimming, is there any other way I can burn fats?

SPM trials is drawing closer by the day. I have lost my concentration to study. It is just that I feel tired when it comes to studying. I end up sleeping instead. *sigh* I hope I’ll do well in trials. I am pretty worried about it though.

Friday, July 14, 2006

Referring to Sonnet 18

My headmistress who will be retiring on Monday came into my class talking about ‘Sonnet 18′. She asked if we ever wrote anyone a Sonnet 18, literally.

It starts when you walk pass a guy (or a girl for a guy) who makes your heartbeat goes faster. When you have the opportunity, you turn and take a little peak at him. At the same time when you turned, he also peaked at you. Then, you quickly turn back, blushing and acting as if nothing happened between you two.

She even asked all of us, ‘Are you in love?’

I thought about my ‘love’ life. In fact, I’ve been heartbroken but it does not affect me much. I know I can get over it.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

A birthday

The day she had been longing for was just a few hours away. She was watching the television. She thought about her friends. She remembers going to birthday parties but never had one. She remembers giving her friends presents but never recieved one from her friends. She was then in secondary. She gave a faint smile thinking about two words- Sweet Sixteen. Back then, nearly every teenager who turned sixteen had the best moments of their life.

As she grew older, she did not feel as excited as before when she was young- when she was first introduced to the day known as ‘Birthday’.

She then thought about her closest friend. When it was her friend’s birthday, she tried to make it an unforgettable one. She made a handmade card and got every one in the tuition class to sign it and got the whole tuition class to sing for her. Everything she did was what she had been hoping for that someone would do it for her. Since nobody ever does this, she took the plunge. The plan succeeded.

She thought about her brother who was given permission to have friends over for dinner and time for leisure in the mall. She thought about how lucky her brother was to have friends giving him presents reminding him of what great friends he has and the gifts that she used to give him. But he has not given her what she has been expecting. She wanted others to give whole-heartedly not by force and to give something they thought she would like not what she wants.

She thought about how her other friends would plan a birthday surprise for another person- cakes, gifts, cards but nobody had ever done it for her. She thought about how her friend’s parents would bring cakes to their classroom when they were in primary. She could not blame anyone for it was no fault of hers that her birthday falls during the exam period. All she could do was to fantasize about it.

It was already twelve. She went into her room preparing her stationaries for the exam ther next day. Her parents and her brother was already in bed. She did not give high hopes for she knew that she would be have disappointed easily. The handphone vibrates. She checked her handphone, ‘Happy Birthday’ was written on it. Two more came with birthday wishes. She smiled. Her guy friends who she seldom talks to in tuition messaged. She never expected them to remember. She went to bed.

The next morning, she got up and continued her normal routine. After she reached school, her closest friend greeted her. Then, her fellow classmates greeted her because they knew it was her birthday after she was greeted. She was content although she knew they don’t know it was her birthday until the very last minute. Later that day in school, she was surprised by her closest friend when the whole class sang her a song like how she made the whole tuition class sang for her closest friend.

She was glad. Later that day, she received a card and a bar of chocolate from her closest friend, a testimonial or two and another message with birthday wishes. She was sixteen but it did not appeal to her much that it was sweet except that she will never forget how her whole class sang for her.

She had nothing to complain about. Wait, no.
I had nothing to complain about.
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What if I were to write that as an English essay? I wonder what marks I would get…

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

NSW English

Today was the New South Wales English exam which I was notified last minute, say 30 minutes the exam started. All together there are 60 questions with about seven text long to read and seven questions to answer for each text.

The good thing about it is that it is a good experience. I’ve never taken any English exam for that. I’ve taken Maths though. It kind of makes you answer spontaneously within one hour.

The bad thing is I am not the type of person that has perfect English and so, it was a problem for me to understand the texts. I did not have enough time to answer the whole paper. I answered more or less thirty questions in an hour. For the rest of the questions which I did not answer, I just guessed them. After all, it’s all objective.

So, it is like answering without even looking at the question. Funny yet at the same time, a regretful thing.

Monday, July 10, 2006

Plans for future

I had some free kicks in school today during PE. There wasn’t much of studying except for Maths and English. My friends and I had a talk about our plans after Form 5 and whether we will be going to college or Form 6. We talked about National Service. Seriously, I think NS is not that bad after all but then again, you may never know what is coming your way. I heard that the list for this year’s fifth formers is coming out. Hopefully, I will be in the first badge.

After that, I will most probably go to Form 6 in either Sam Tet or maybe somewhere else but what I hope for is to get a scholarship. My plans after SPM ends would be shopping in KL, NS, catching a few good movies with my friends, last but not least would be getting my liscence. It’s about time for me to learn how to drive. I also hope to go visit the Salvation Army after I get my liscence and of course hang out with my friends.

Well, that is only a plan. I have a feeling that after I get my liscence, I may be lazy to drive around. Driving- is it a scary thing? Anyway, I still need to learn how to drive. I won’t like to depend on someone to fetch me somewhere. That is way to troublesome. Don’t you think?

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

White hair *gulp*

I know that when I was young, I was told that people with white hair are old.

I was in the car today, combing my hair when my mum spotted a strand of white hair. I was not surprised or anything because my friend would say that once in a blue moon. This time, not only one but I spotted more strands.

I was thinking, why do we have white hair as we grow old? Why must it be white? What do guys think of girls with white hair? Is having white hair a good thing or is it a bad thing? Is there any way to get rid of white hair?

As my imagination gets wild……

I had a strand or two last few years and the number increased over these years. What would I look like in a few years time?