Tuesday, December 26, 2006 9:56 PM
It's after the Christmas party. All twenty one of us pack up our bags are ready ourselves. We are not heading back home but instead, going to the place where we fear most.
"Come on! It's going to start in one hour's time!" shouted Big T, the leader.
We started to move nosily like how a class moves past a corridor. The nerd in our group whipped out an Additional Mathematics textbook from his bag and started to flip through the book frantically.
"What's there to worry? Are you sure it's going to happen? I mean, look at the time already. It is night time. Will the school be open at this time?" Someone said.
It is night time close to eleven. Half of our class are making our way back to school and the other half (they did not attend the party) are making their way there on their own. We are going to have a A. Maths class test.
There will only be us in the school, the teacher told us. I don't know why the teacher decided to hold a test in the middle of the night at school but I sure know she must hate us to the core.
We are in the classroom now. It is all dark and gloomy. The teacher forbidded us to tur on the lights and fans.
"How do we do our test in such condition?"
"Use your senses." The teacher replied.
She began to hand out the papers.
"Fifteen minutes only, those who fail this test will get it hard from me."
The test began.
I could not make out what was on the paper. So I started to feel the paper. To my surprise, I could suddenly see the image of the test in my brain. It was on quadratic and cubic equations. I started doing the paper as quickly as I could.
"Times up! Hand in your paper. Stay in your seat and make no noise whilI mark the papers."
Everything was silent as the teacher started to mark the papers in the darkness.
"The results are out." The teacher paused for dramatic effects, which she succeeded for everyone shifted uncomfortably in their chairs.
"Everyone failed."
I woke up, from the nightmare.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Monday, December 25, 2006 12:04 AM
Santa only works one day a year. The rest of the work is done by his elves.
However, what amazes me is that how does Santa manage to move around the globe in one day? I know baout the time differences and that when it is night in Singapore, it is not night in England yet and when it is night in Englans, it is not night in Singapore.
The amazing thing is, how does he get to so many households in only 24hours? Does he have helpers? Or is there some great cloning machine which he owns that actually clones many Santa and thus deposit the presents faster?
How does Santa manage to watch over so many kids and know whether they have been bad or good? There are so many people in the world. If so, Santas naughty and nice list must be very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very long in order to put down all the names of the people.
Many people picture Santa s a fat man in red in a sleigh that is pulled by reindeers. So, where do reindeers land? On the rooftops? How does Santa always manage to squeeze into the chimmey? How on earth does he squeeze into the chimmey, get into the fireplace, put the presents under the Christmas tree, eat the cookies and milk, climb up the chimmey, climb onto the sleigh and asks the reindeers to fly him to the next house without making any noises? How on earth does one do that?
These are all okay. The one big thing that puzzles me is that Santa, when you re-arrange the letters, spells Satan.
So, does this symbolise something? Christmas is an event where people celebratethe birth of Jesus and there they have Santa (Satan) is coming to town.
Now, is this min-boggling or not.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Sunday, December 24, 2006 1:33 AM
Next time when you eat a red hot chilli and your mouth starts to feel funny and numb, never ask for a cup of water. It wn't help curb the spicyness.
According to this cool Chemistry book I am reading, it says that Capsaicin - a compound found in hot pepper that causes the spicy feeling - does not dissolve in water. So no matter how much water you drink, the capsaican will not dissolve in the water and th spicy feeling will not go away.
So what do I do? Many would say. Capsaicin dissolves in liquid that contains some fat. You can drink milk to help the spicyness go away. For the desperate, down a whole bottle of cooking oil! =) However, when you down the whole bottle of cooking oil, beware of other health problems like stroke.
For those who can drink alcohol, you are in luck! The best solvent for capsaicin is alcohol. Those who cannot stand spicyness, ask for some alcohol!
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Wednesday, December 20, 2006 10:23 PM
Speaking from an inconsiderate person's point of view
The train is coming. Gosh! Man, there are a lot of people standing there waitng to get into the train. I have to act fast. If I don't do it now, I will never get into the train. I shall move to the front of the door where the train's door will open.
Look at the people beside me giving me nasty looks. I wonder how their parents taught them. Shoving nasty looks at people's face for nothing.
The train is here! Gosh, there are so many people in the train. I have to get in fast. The door is opening. I have to squeeze in no matter what. I have to be a salmon swimming upstream!
Stupid! There are so many inconsiderate people pushing against me trying to get out of the train. Can't they wait? It's not like they won't be able to get off the train. If they really do miss this station, just take the other train back. Stop pushing against me and let me get into the train!
Phew... finally am in the train. Hey! There is an empty seat. I should get it. There's an old lady moving towards the seat. What should I do? Give it up or snatch it? I should snatch it. I am not going to alight the train soon. I have four more stops to go. Tha is about ten minutes. I can't stand for ten minutes! Okay, I shall run towards the seat and let the old lady stand.
I wonder why the people seating beside me are giving these looks. It isn't my fault. Blame it on the old lady for walking too slowly. It is not my problem. As many Singaporeans would say "First come first serve".
The stupid old lady is looking at me. I'll just ignore her. I am going to close my eyes and pretend to sleep so that I would not need to give up my seat.
Stop givng me dirty looks! This is reality. The fastest and strongest survive. The old and feeble will just die. That is the truth! Don't go around shooting dirty looks at the stronger people. Don't feel green at people!
Okay... my stop is here. I shall leave. Man, these people are trying to enter when I am trying to exit. How inconsiderate. What if I miss this station? Stupid people. I can't get out of the train!
Man! Now I have to go to the next station, alight, take the train that goes the other way and come back to this station. I just cannot believe that there are so many inconsiderate people in the world!
It's pure luck that I am not one of them.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Friday, December 08, 2006 11:35 PM
Colours represents many things. People think of different things when they see a certain colour.
Perhaps red is anger or red is love.
Perhaps orange is a warning.
Perhaps yellow is happiness or yellow is optimism.
Perhaps green is jealousy or green is new as in greenhorn.
Perhaps blue is calm or blue is sadness.
Perhaps indigo is extreme calmness.
Perhaps violet is a mixture of red and blue.
Rainbow - The colour spectrum. The order of colour in a rainbow goes as follow: Red; Orange; Yellow; Green; Blue; Indigo; Violet.
So, perhaps rainbow is a mixture of all the things and emotions the each individual colours represent? Or rainbow would represent temporarily bliss for the rainbow only appears momentarily? Or perhaps the rainbow would represent peace after a storm?
What do the colours mean to you?
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Thou shall enroll into the competition competing for the title: World's Laziest Blogger.
It's seriuos. I am just too lazy to even raise my finger to the keyboard and type. It always take a lot of convincing on my part to blog. To update the world about my thoughts and feelings.
There's a lot of people who say that my blog is too serious. Some unknown person told me that this is an online diary, not an English textbook. This brought forth a thought in my mind. Do people view English textbooks as boring things where they just rattle on and on about grammer, vocabulary and things like that?
However, the thing about a diary is that you write your thoughts and feelings into it. The thing about an online diary is where you write your thoughts and feelings into it so that the whole wide world can read it.
I daresay, I have a mind of an eighty year old man. Or perhaps, sometimes, I have a mind of a ten year old kid - looking at the world in an absolutely naive way.
Some tell me that this blog is interesting. Some tell me that they admire the way I write. Some disagree. See, these are all opinions of different people.
Just like mine: Opinions.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Monday, December 04, 2006 7:34 PM
I noticed something. Whenever I take the train or the bus, I will notice that there is always a bunch of friends on it. They will chat very loudly and there is always full of laughters. However, when all the friends have alighted and there are only one miserable person there, the person will suddenly become extremely quiet and begin to sulk like a boy who has been denied sweets.
This brought forth a question into my mind: does human beings really need friends? Can you cut them off totally from the world?
Now, let's plan this simple experiment. Beware: in theory only and not to be tried out ever!
1. Get a human being.
2. Lock him in a room with all the necessary stuffs.
3. Throw in some entertainment stuffs like the television or the playstation.
4. Do not give him any stuffs that will allow him to be able to communicate with the outside world like computer and phone.
5. Leave him there for half a year.
6. Supply him with food and water.
7. After half a year, take him out and see how he will react.
Now, this are the few possible reactions you will get from him.
1. He will remain the same.
2. He will hvae created an imaginary character and he will introduced it to you.
i.e. "Hello, I want you to meet Tom. He is eighteen this year and he is very happy to meet you. Say Hi Tom."
3. He will start to mumber to himself.
4. He would have been dead already.
So, think about it yourself. Do humans really need friends?
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
