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6月30日

Good Intentions. =D

My deadline is August 2nd.
 
I am prepared with a truckload of good intentions as my weaponry against this thing called THE exam. THE EXAM.
 
Blah, the effect just isn't the same when you're writing it down as opposed to saying it out loud. But that's beside the point. Here are all my good intentions:
 
Mon - Chem, BM essay, AM3, BK
Tues - Sej, BM essay, AM3, BK
Wed - Phy, BM essay, AM3, BK
Thurs - PM, BM essay, AM3, BK
Fri - BK, AM3
Sat - Bio, BM essay
Sun - BI Lit, BM KOMSAS, BK
 
...and that's not including the daily dose of homework. [AAAH! I forgot to slot in PJK AND EST!!!! *snickers*]
 
A blind observer would have noticed that the two most frequently occuring outcomes are BM essay and AM3. Why BM essay, you might ask.
 
BECAUSE BM WAS THE ONLY B3 I GOT FOR MY SEM EXAM. And when I want something BADLY, I can be ruthless. BM, you watch out, you. AM3, I'm steadily improving in, read : 79 for the last exam, just one mark away from that treasured A1...
 
But I don't believe I'm actually getting better in it - Instead, I believe that Tiong Ping is getting sweeter and nicer. =P So that means I'm going to choke myself on as much add maths as I can cram down my throat before the next exam, and this time I WANT. AN. A1. Period.
 
I have marvellous plans to maximize my revision time as well, for instance, memorizing Moral values while washing the dishes. So brilliant, no? *dazzling smile*
 
*the nerd goes off to do her revision*
 
For the others who can read between the lines, do pray that my sanity will be kept intact within this one treacherous month. =)
6月28日

To talk, or not to talk.

"Sometimes quiet self-assurance gives one the best appearance of credibility."
 
I said this while talking to an acquaintance yesterday night, and since this is the first time I've ever put it into words, I'm really proud of myself. xD
 
To cut the crap, that statement has become my latest favourite, replacing the previous few being "You, hiaw", "Funny lah you", "Wherefore art thou, Wei Chern", "Blame Justy" and "That's open to your imagination".
 
As you can SO CLEARLY see, I've been on a break from my intellectualness. XD So today, I shall attempt to retain whatever's left of my *ahem* dignified countenance and BE SERIOUS. Hence I shall discuss the first statement I made in this entry - Sometimes quiet self-assurance gives one the best appearance of credibility.
 
After 17 years of talking too much and saying things I later regretted, setting ideals and actually being stupid enough to TELL others about them, I will vouch that silence is indeed golden. I think I was pretty self-opinionated in my younger days, since nobody challenged my views. Well, nobody KNEW my views, so I suppose nobody COULD challenge them, anyway. And I don't suppose most people dwelled upon the same stuff I did, so yeah. *shrugs*
 
As I grew up, so did my extravertedness and my ability to be vocal about my thoughts. Somehow, though, I found myself respecting those who were discreet about their views, yet stubborn enough to stick by what they believed to be the best way to do things. Quiet self-assurance. Nothing loud or blustery about their opinions; If you called upon them to give their opinion, they would, but hardly ever would they impose their views on others. In contrast, I felt like an empty can that made a lot of noise, and I found myself conforming to other views, so the end result was an image of my being easily swayed. I learnt the hard (and sometimes, embarrassing) way that theories and practical living were two different things altogether.
 
Nowadays I try to be more open-minded and flexible. After all, not many things are worth arguing about. When I see people taking sides passionately about some issue, I smile wryly to myself as I remember how I used to be so confident of my views. I prefer to be neutral. =) Even if I do have my own views, I try not to voice them unless called upon. What works for me might not work for others. 
 
And I try to talk less now. =P
6月23日

Real

 
it
is breathtaking
magical,exciting
so they say
 
it
is resolute
intuitive, beautiful
so they portray
 
not lies, but
ideals, perhaps
for what i found
was reality
blunt and clumsy
less than
perfect
 
yet its value
soars
because
what we are
is real
6月13日

Random Humour

Bible Knowledge class today was hilarious. XD
 
Quizzing us is a very good way to make sure we do our revision thoroughly. I found that I knew stuff I didn't know I KNEW! Due to all that intensive studying, of course. =P Nothing ever comes free,  but I'm glad my reading comprehension beats the rest of my mnemonic aspects. Add in a few hours of reading over and over again, voila. Impressed upon my heart - at least for the next day. xD
 
So, anyway, Aunty Geok Ming divided us into two teams, and started giving us marks for correct answers. Zoey sat right behind me, and I think I was super hyper today, so...=P
 
The few funnay situations:
 
Question: Remember the healing of the demon-possessed boy after the transfiguration? Describe two other similar incidents.
Zoey : Uh, wait, there's one with the cows...
The whole class : LOL!
May : Hey, you read the wrong bible lah. You read the Quran, right? No pigs bah. xD
 
Then there was another situation where Zoey answered totally out of the Bible. I said, "Zoey, you wrote that bible, right?"
 
Zoey's such a good sport that we love laughing at her. =P
 
Then at the end of the sort-of contest, Aunty Geok Ming asked us to total up the marks. Our group just said, "No need lah, they win liao,", and Esther was the only one counting the marks (she was from the other group). She claimed that they got 31.
 
May : Esther, add maths. xD
Esther : We got 31.
Aunty GM : Are you SURE? Where got so much?
Esther/Michelle : Got.
May *kepo kepo again* : Esther, probability only. xD
 
On another note, Ing Thian came up with a fascinating observation, which he revealed to us in the Bio lab after add maths.
 
Ing Thian : Try saying probability slowly. Pro-babi-lity. Say it slowly in front of a Malay. =P
 
Talking about probability, my dad was teaching me how to do a question on permutations the other day.
 
Dad : This question ah, very easy.
5 minutes later : Hmm, not very easy hoh.
15 minutes later : Oh, it's like this. Uhm. Ahm. You know when I'm talking like that, that means I have no idea, right? xD
 
He finally figured it out 30 minutes later. XD I'm glad my dad is still human! =P
6月7日

Hmm.

Just the other day, Sidney described me in a very unique way.
 
"You're fluent in Chinese and English, which is very rare. And erm, you can talk intellectually and un-intellectually - you switch back and forth effortlessly. Amazing."
 
Lol. This is the first time I've heard it put down in words. Oh well, I guess I've always been versatile - people must wonder how I can be bi-polar. =P I still can't say I'm very well-versed in ah lian topics, but hey, I try my best. xD
 
Anyway, school starts in two days. Will be getting test papers back, but somehow the holiday has numbed the feeling of excitement/trepidation/anxiety. I'm glad. xD I can't believe the test paper I want back the most is my English paper. Never before have I been this cuckoo.
 
Well, considering the fact that I got the lowest marks for ENGLISH among all other papers during the mid-terms, I guess I have a reason to feel vindictive. =P
 
I'm not feeling particularly depressed (yet) because this holiday has been a most productive one. Too bad the stuff dreams are made up of possess the temporal, fleeting quality dreams are made up of too.
 
As I write this, I find myself calculating how much time I have left to cram new knowledge into my head before SPM.
 
So much for relaxing. =P
6月5日

Thanks, but no thanks.

Sometimes my need to be recognized as self-sufficient and independent gets me into trouble.
 
Or perhaps "trouble" isn't the right word; rather, it invokes instantly the feeling of indignance when my motives or decisions are questioned. Frankly speaking, I don't like it when people doubt my ability to take care of myself or make carefully thought through decisions. I have made my fair share of mistakes, and I learn quickly from them (except how not to trip over flat ground =P). In fact, I'm so wary of making mistakes that people should just give me a break from advice.
 
Of course, while saying this, I am also fully aware (I think) that I'm still rather immature and I haven't seen enough of the world to be confident in myself and my choices, hence I'm to some degree, blind to my own spots. =P
 
But isn't everyone. So there. xD All I'm asking for is trust. I believe - and I have good reasons to - that I make better decisions than most in certain areas, and I really don't see any need for others to be overly worried about my regretting my own decisions. When it comes to big decisions, I count the cost carefully. If I decide in favour of doing something, I almost ceremonially relinquish the right to regret it later. That way, I reduce chances of beating myself up in the event things go wrong. =P Self-preservation first and foremost. Haha.
 
I have this similar mentality when it comes to tests - once I make up my mind to choose a particular answer, I check it once or twice, and let it be. That way, I'm assured that I did my best and didn't want any other answer. No room for regret. =)
 
So, it puzzles me to no end why my parents are worried about me. If my performance isn't going down (in fact, it's going up), why should they be concerned about my ability to focus on my studies? As far as I know, I haven't given them any good reason to be worried about me. For the past 17 years of my life, I've been rather independent in my studies and personal life.
 
You heard me right - if I can help it, I'd rather not ask my dad for help in physics (help in add maths is sadly inevitable). Sometimes I think I'm being unnecessarily gung ho about the whole thing, but there is a sense of satisfaction in accomplishing something on your very own.
 
I don't like being fussed about. Being the centre of attention can be unnerving when it comes from your parents.
 
Or maybe I'm just being the I-can-take-care-of-myself-thank-you-but-no-thank-you me who places too high an importance on her independence. *Sigh* Gotta learn how to be a little more humble. =P
6月2日

Speech! Speech!

[Author's note: I finally came to terms with the ugliness of the paragraphing. =P Here's my script for the public speaking competition.]
 
Can You Remember?
 

A very good morning to the panel of judges, ladies and gentlemen. I’m sure you’ve heard these statements before.

“I forgot to do my homework last night!”

“Where did I put my keys again?”

 

These very familiar statements both have one thing in common - memory work. As students, we have probably endured parental lectures that start with “You never remember what I tell you to do” and end with “But you never forget when your friends want to go out with you.” Why is it that we can remember what happened when we were children, but can’t seem to remember that very important phone number? Memory can be a very mysterious subject.

 

National Geographic magazine once featured an article that had to do with two contrasting individuals, both on opposite ends of the spectrum. One is a 41-year-old woman who remembers almost every single day of her life since age 11. All you have to do is name a date and a year, and she can tell you exactly what happened on that day. Wow. The other is an 85-year-old man who remembers only his most recent thought due to a virus that struck him 15 years ago. The interviewers had to remind him who they were constantly.

 

Fortunately for us, average people are caught somewhere between these two extremes. There are six types of memories, namely reading comprehension, visual memory, numeric memory, spatial memory, object-oriented memory, and delayed-recall memory. We possess them all in varying degrees. Some people can remember your face, but never your name; some cannot, for the life of them, remember where they put their keys but are exceptionally good at spitting out facts and details from the morning newspaper.

 

Ever wondered how some people can remember whole plots from books they’ve read a few years ago? These people have an excellent reading comprehension, which is a form of memory that allows you to read a passage and store the general sense of its meaning for later use. As we all know, a powerful reading comprehension is very useful for coping with the Malaysian Education System. History, moral education, physics, biology and chemistry would be a piece of cake!

 

Moving on, there’s visual memory. People who possess a good visual memory are usually referred to as having a photographic memory. Between remembering faces and names, they tend to remember faces. Personally, I’m better at remembering names than faces.

 

What about numeric memory? A powerful numeric memory allows you to recall phone numbers, birthdates, and addresses off the top of your head without having to refer to the phonebook. Your friends would probably wonder how you manage to memorize mathematical formulas with such ease.

 

Your spatial memory helps you in remembering how to get around town, recalling where you've put things, and being able to visualize the layout of a room. People with a good road sense are probably rich in spatial memory.

 

Object-oriented memory deals with geometrical objects. This type of memory is used in various sports, as well as in everyday activities like packing a tight suitcase or organizing a closet full of various sized objects. People who are good in this type of memory are usually very organized and tidy.

 

Delayed recall memory allows you to remember short-term information several minutes, hours, days, or even years after first learning it.

 

So, what creates a good memory? Research indicates that the strength of your memory is dependent on your hereditary genes. Yes, we all know that certain student who never seems to study, but scores a string of straight A’s through mere last minute studying! Emotional content is another important factor in enhancing one’s memory. Maybe we just don’t care as much for Newton and his laws of physics as compared to the death of a loved one. Sometimes we’d rather forget, don’t we?

 

In conclusion, perhaps, it is forgetting, not remembering, that is the essence of what makes us human. Thank you.

6月1日

Flying Sand.

Sarah came up to me in church today, stuck out her hand and said, "Here's a tribute to the sandfly bites."
 
I raised an eyebrow.
 
"Everyone's talking about your sandfly bites."
 
*shrugs* ...*loses laid-back, nonchalant attitude*
 
STUPID SANDFLY BITES. I HAVE 60 OF THEM. No more skirts for at least a month. Two or three coats of insect repellent isn't repelling enough when it comes to my tasty blood. Matter of priority, I suppose.
 
[Just an update to let certain people know I'm not too BUSY with something/someone to update my blog. *Hint : RACH!* =P]