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August 26 I am but a hypocrite. *sigh*Pn Lee commented that my moral essay for soalan 3 was good. So guys, if you want to refer to mine to get full marks, here it is.
...but you might be inclined to throw tomatoes, if not sledgehammers at me after this. xD
Soalan 3 : Remaja masa kini semakin kurang semangat patriotismenya terhadap negara sendiri. Dalam pergaulan harian, mereka lupa akan tanggungjawab terhadap negara mahupun perjuangan para pemimpin dahulu dan sekarang.
Huraikan nilai-nilai yang perlu dipupuk oleh kerajaan di kalangan pelajar masa kini supaya pelajar lebih mengutamakan negara.
Kerajaan perlu memupuk nilai cinta akan negara dalam kalangan pelajar masa kini. Kerajaan harus menyemai sikap sayang dan bangga kepada negara dalam jiwa pelajar. Misalnya, kerajaan telah memperkenalkan mata pelajaran Sivik dan Sejarah dalam kurikulum bersepadu sekolah menengah. Kerajaan juga perlu memupuk kesanggupan meletakkan kepentingan negara melebihi kepentingan diri dalam kalangan pelajar. Sebagai contoh, Program Latihan Khidmat Negara seharusnya diwajibkan bagi semua pelajar lepasan tingkatan lima. Di samping itu, kerajaan perlu memupuk nilai sanggup berkorban untuk negara dalam kalangan pelajar. Kerajaan perlu memupuk kerelaan melakukan sesuatu demi negara dalam sanubari para remaja kini. Misalnya, aktiviti kemasyarakatan di peringkat sekolah harus diperbanyak supaya para remaja dapat melibatkan diri mereka dalam pembangunan negara. Kerajaan juga perlu memupuk sikap kerelaan menyerahkan sesuatu termasuk nyawa dalam jiwa para pelajar. Contohnya, Program Latihan Khidmat Negara menuntut sumbangan masa tiga bulan daripada kehidupan remaja lepasan tingkatan lima.
I can be so hypocritical for the sake of perfect scores. xD And no, I didn't mean a thing about NS. I'm still quite sane, thank you very much. Lies, lies, all lies. The things one can come up with when the PM test hits. *sigh*
=P August 16 Priorities.For starters,
I DIDN'T GET SELECTED FOR NATIONAL SERVICE! WOOOOOOOOOOH!
*I checked it online AND by using SMS, although not in that order.*
I was - and still am - very happy as my year end plans were not sabotaged. =P KL shopping trips and international camps. Yum.
Enough about NS. So many of my friends got selected that it's positively depressing. I shall be more positive (duh, I'm not going, it's easy for ME to be positive) and discuss a profound revelation I happened upon during my exam : the fact that nobody notices whether I iron my uniform or not. xD
It's amazing, but true. =P No one does!!! Either that, or they're too polite to comment. Aiyorh, lidat I wasted so many years painstakingly ironing my uniform while people wouldn't even have noticed the difference had I used that time for more beneficial activities, for eg onlining. *ahem*
And if you're wondering how come I realized this during my EXAM, of all times - well, it's during the exam period that I don't bother to iron my uniform if I onlin- I mean, study late into the night. Priorities. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. The same goes for girls, gender discrimination is so OUT nowadays. Hehe.
(Stupid uniform. And stupid obsessive compulsion to look neat. =P)
Anyway. the other day, my form teacher asked a certain classmate of mine why she didn't come to school the day before. My friend replied that she was 'stressed'. Appalled, I accidentally blurted out, " Stressed?! Why stressed during exam time? Want to stress also stress before exam mah and ponteng then."
My form teacher looked at me. Uh-oh.
"May, were you really sick before the exam?"
"Uh, no. More like I burned the midnight oil the night before (and onlined too), so I was too drowsy the next morning and slept in while planning to study later. After all, the teachers aren't teaching much anymore 'cause they've covered the syllabus already, and all I usually do in class is get carried away talking to friends - no studying gets done at all."
"And your dad actually became your partner in crime?"
She was referring to all the "May-is-feeling-unwell-please-excuse-her-absence" letters my dad wrote on my behalf. xD Fortunately, I have a good-natured form teacher. xD
Priorities. =P August 13 Bee Am Arrrrr. Give me a break.Two more days and I'll be done with the trial exam. Nothing to be glad about, though - the zone paper's just another two to three weeks away. =S
And I just found out that Batu Lintang and SMKJA were the only two schools (as far as Amy knows) wacko enough to set complete papers for this mid-sem exam. How wonderful. I love my school.
Anyway, that's beside the point. The topic of my rant today will be my BM essay.
For the last test, my teacher commented that my bahasa was flat, not enough peribahasa and not enough contoh. Oh, and I didn't paragraph nicely. =P
So, I tried my best this time and really polished up on my language. However, the topic of the essay I chose was about preparations to meet one's goals/ambitions. Usually I only do karangan fakta, but this time the karangan fakta choice was about PBB and its role in preventing nuclear warfare. VERY FUNNY.
Anyway.
Comments this time round : Your bahasa is good (FINALLY!), but still not enough peribahasa and not enough contoh. And you don't hurai enough.
Author's thoughts : I put in about 3-4 peribahasas, still not enough? o_0 Okay. What contoh are you asking me for? This isn't a karangan fakta, what I'm PLANNING to do hasn't come to PASS yet!
Still commenting: I could see that you were writing from your heart. (haha, thank you very much, I WAS writing from my heart.) But your essay is very...simplistic and easy to understand. It gives people that feeling.
Author's thoughts : The feeling that I'm not very complicated and sophisticated? I thought the entire point of essays was to get your ideas across. What's the use of writing something no one is able to follow?!
All my life, I've been trained to organize my thoughts and get them across to people in the simplest possible manner for easy absorption. My parents' genes probably had something to do with it. xD Public speaking values clarity and concise language too. But when BM Kertas 1 hits, one man's meat is another man's poison.
How am I going to complicate myself? =S August 06 Green, green me.All of a sudden, I'm feeling very covetous.
Hence my wishlist for 2008. =P Guys, you know what I want for Christmas....
#1 A brilliantly organized mind. (Don't tell me I have to be born with it. Mendel can be wrong, can't he?!)
#2 A British accent. (Hot. Enough said. And stop listening to Russell Peters. =P)
#3 To NOT get selected for the prestigious, elite National Service Training Programme.
#4 Someone to lose his plane tickets. *cough*
#5 A long list of what every close friend of mine wants for Christmas/New Year/their birthday for a few consecutive years so I won't have to crack my brains trying to figure out what other people covet. =P
#6 A new and highly improved vocabulary in English, with the added plus of superbly polished writing skills.
#7 To beat my brother's 94 in Physics. (Just this once. Not too much to ask for, right? *smiles sweetly*)
#8 World peace. And a brain for all who need it desperately. So that they can give me peace of mind.
#9 A brilliantly organized mind. (why does this sound familiar? Never mind. I want it badly. =P)
#10 For Rach to come back home with a packet of my favourite cocaine. Now you may pretend you never saw me type that. xD
And here I thought I couldn't ask for more in life. xD
August 01 Macho. *cough* Very macho.I haven't done this in a looooong, loooooong time. *grins wickedly and rubs palms in anticipation*
What haven't I done in a long time? My classic conversation starter course for a blog entry larh! Aiyor. Miss those days. Nowadays Eddie doesn't make as many crazy comments as before. He doesn't even online as frequently. *sigh*
But no fear, Jwern's as good a substitute, if not better.=P (Now, now, Eddie, don't get jealous. Online more often and I might just reconsider the rankings. xD)
May: I guess guys have to keep up a dare-devilish, spontaneous, macho, suave and charming image, huh? It must be SO HARD being a guy.
Jwern : S'karang lu baru tau kah? =P
This morning, I opened the door to let my moffie offie loffie coffee doggy (aka Lara) out and beheld a wonderful sight.
The sight of Tiger (another one of our current three dogs) sleeping. Lying on his back, legs spread wide out in an act of submission, the most indecent position for a MALE dog. Tiger happens to be the most macho-looking of our three dogs, which adds to the irony. As to whether he's really macho in real life, uhhhhh....(he's gay, I tell you. He can make out with Inky for minutes on end. =P)
Anyway. The most touching part of the entire scene was that he actually looked happy. Blissful. Relaxed. Gay. =P In that macho-dog-won't-be-seen-dead-in position.
Moral of the story : Why bother to be macho when you can be gay. xD July 29 Not beyond.There are times I wish I didn't have negative emotions, because they turn me into that someone I never wanted to become.
Those are the times I wish I could be as mature as I had always promised myself I would be, but end up failing miserably. Then, I wonder "if only, if only, if only". Then, I deny, I blame something else, someone else, circumstances, I blame myself, and at my wits end, I despise myself for needing something to blame.
Why do I allow my emotions dominion when they only wreck internal havoc? The extremities of emotion bring out the best, but also the worst in a person - all the parts kept hidden will eventually rear their ugly heads. I see all the weaknesses in me amplified, I see all the needy parts of me revealed. Ashamed, I despair at the control my emotions have over rational thinking.
I am disheartened, for I am not beyond what I deem immaturity.
[Author's note : Please disregard above post. Was merely practising my writing skills. *smiles sweetly*] July 22 Excuses.My explanation. Very nerdy piece coming up, beware.
There is inconsistent percentage error in all the graphs. From the graphs, the value of g calculated is more or less than its original value, but never exact. This is due to many uncontrollable external factors such as air friction and air movement, as well as systematic and random errors. As the values obtained will inevitably affect the best line plotted, the accuracy of the values is integral in deriving the most accurate g value.
Due to air resistance, the gradient of the graph is actually steeper than the actual gradient required to acquire the exact value of gravitational force, that is 9.807 ms^-2. As the gradient value increases, the g value decreases according to the formula. Theoretically speaking, the value that we obtain from the graphs should be smaller than the actual value. However, there are other factors to be taken into account, hence the possibility of calculating a value which is higher than the actual value from the graphs.
One possible conjecture for the percentage error is that the angles for all lengths were inconsistent as there was no way of fixing the angle before displacing the pendulum. The angle of displacement can affect the consistency and accuracy of the time taken, which in turn affects the values plotted on the graph and eventually influences the gradient of the best line. Besides, the absence of wooden blocks to clamp the pendulum string also affects the readings. Without the wooden blocks, the string of the pendulum is prone to collide with the retort stand clamp, further deviating the accuracy of the readings obtained.
Another systematic error to be taken into account is the stability of the retort stand. As the pendulum oscillates, the retort stand clamp tends to wobble a bit as it is attached to the pendulum. Zero errors due to the faded markings on the metre rule might also be faulted for inaccurate measurements of the string, overall affecting the corresponding T value. ( Metre rules/calculators were created by humans too. The markings/answers might not be accurate, you never know.)
Random errors include lack of sensitivity due to human limitations of sight and touch and natural errors such as changes in air movement (yes, we breathe) during the experiment. These errors are beyond our control, and have to be taken into account. (Oh, and the rulers we use might be bent, so the line comes out slightly curved.)
As such, there can be no accurate reading, and hence the percentage error will exist always. The line of the best fit is not independent of each and every value, so in the event the g value obtained from the gradient is bigger than the actual value, blame it on the corrupted values obtained.
I am so brilliant at making excuses. *whistles* It's either that, or change all the values and replot the four graphs.
Dream on. July 09 Darurat"Class, do you know when your zone paper is?"
Apparently, it's a mere two weeks after the first trial, which would be from 2nd - 15th August. One miserly week of a holiday, and back we go to school for another week to discuss answers and corrections. Then, on 4th September, the zone paper hits.
Ouch. I can feel the blow already.
A few minutes after that bombshell was dropped, I began having gastric pangs in my tummy. The only thing that's keeping me from jumping off a 30-storey building right now is the assurance that everyone else is in the same leaking boat as I am in.
Oh, and also the fact that there are no 30-storey buildings in Kuching. As far as I know, that is. =P
Or maybe I didn't have enough food for recess, hence the gastric pangs. =S
So, yeah. Either the due-before-2nd-August Add Maths project kills us, or the grades we get due to lack of revision DUE to the completion of the project does. *shrugs* Quite a choice, doncha think? July 03 Raging hormones. xDThis year, my classmates seem to be really hyped about one particular topic : Sexual drives.
Or maybe they've been hyped up about it since dinosaurs roamed the earth, but it just stands out now in frequency. =P That's where the fun of being in a co-ed school really hits you - the guys and girls have no qualms about discussing such issues. =) And don't ask me why I took so long to join in those discussions - I just never felt the urge (pun intended) to find out more until now.
I think I'd better be more honest here. =P In actual fact, conversations revolving around such issues garner the most interest from fellow classmates. The guys will, predictably, make cheeky and oftentimes obnoxious comments, while the girls will roll their eyes and set them straight. When all else fails, we also tend to resort to feminine wiles and mental-image-painting to shut them up. Guys can be so hopelessly driven by primal instincts. xD
The beauty of free periods? Lol.
On better days, members of both genders actually get to learn more about the mysterious ways of the opposite sex.
'You don't understand. We guys are hypersensitive to anything related to sex.'
'Girls get aroused too, but more often because of excessive touching.'
'I don't understand. If you girls have vaginal discharge daily, doesn't that mean you're perpetually wet down there?'
'There are many types of sanitary pads/bras.'
'So what arouses a guy? Say, if a girl touches you here...'
'What do you mean, 'reluctant'? We're only reluctant to stop satisfying our urges.'
And the very famous line : 'Eee, how on earth do/would you know?'
Works every time to send the guys off into fits of nervous chuckles/defensive arguments.
That's just the tip of the iceberg. You can just imagine how attentive, albeit rowdy we all are while learning about contraceptive devices during Biology. An outsider looking in may wonder at our open-ness (some might even consider it perversion), but I actually consider it healthy to learn more about the opposite sex in a natural setting. It's an eye-opening experience.
Kinda makes you wonder if "hiaw" should be redefined, doesn't it? =)
[Author's disclaimer : I am not perverted. I join in those discussions purely for the sake of gaining extra sociological/psychological insight.]
...I mean it. xD July 01 Sand and grass.We made soap during Chem period today.
Reminds me of how grateful Jia Wern is for his soap.
*mutters* He'd better be.
Another random fact : The only reason I eat guava is because of the semboi powder (sour plum powder)that comes with it. It's wonderful how tasteless guava is so I can imagine myself sucking on a sour plum instead. Yummy. I don't know why I have a penchant for sweet and sour flavours. My mouth is watering already at the mention of sour plums. Junk food, my achilles heel. *sigh*
Without the sour plum powder, guava is tasteless as a rock. =P I don't eat rocks, do you? I only eat sand and grass. Yummy. June 30 Good Intentions. =DMy 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. =) June 28 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 June 23 Realit
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 June 13 Random HumourBible 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 June 07 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 June 05 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 June 02 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. June 01 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] May 25 Updates!I used to frequent blogs which weren't as frequently updated as frequently as I frequented them. I also remember thinking, "AiyahwhylikethatoneyoublogmustblogfrequentlysoIhavesomethinginterestingtoreadmah."
And now I suppose mine has turned into one of them unfrequently-updated-blogs too. Quoth Nat: Shame, shame. =P Somehow I just don't find the urge to blog even though it's at this point of my life that life is happening. There are so many things I can blog about, but I'm just too unmotivated. I'm also consciously trying to detach myself from the love of blogging - hey, it's for my own good! xD Must study! SPM!
Ah, who cares about SPM when you've just finished an exam. Someone please kick me out of this lazy rut. xD
Oh, and that's outdated news too - my exam finished a week ago. See what I mean about being too lazy to blog? =P
ANYWAY. Enough about me. I'm just here to announce that I'll be away at camp for four days and three nights, battling vicious sandflies and an unpredictable water supply (!). I mean what I said about the water supply. Last year us kind-hearted people who were waiting our turn outside the bathroom had to fill up containers of water from the sink for the people taking their baths because the water supply was suddenly cut off. =P Low water pressure OR something. Hantu,anyone? xD
But I'm not complaining. The water supply is the least of my concerns. The sandflies are my worst enemies. I know it's all Christian-like to love your enemies, but when it comes to sandflies.... I'm sure the sandflies love me, but I'm not sure I reciprocate that feeling.
Sorry to break your hearts, buddies. The feeling just isn't mutual.
Oh, and a big thank you to everyone who's made today special for me. I love you guys. Although sometimes I feel I don't deserve THAT much love from you guys. Really. *Limited edition hugs, anyone?*
What's today?
Nothing big lah. Just my birthday. =P May 20 It's May!I may not be the most outgoing of people, but I don't mind meeting new friends, especially at competitions - the day seems shorter when you have others to talk to. xD
Anyway, one of the things that amuse me most :
May: And you are...?
XX : XX.
May: From which school? What form are you in?
XX : ------. You?
May : I'm May. I'm from SMKJA, form 5 this year. Guess when's my birthday. xD
XX : *a little puzzled, but guesses anyway. 70% of the time they guess it wrong.*
May : What's my name again?
XX : OOH, MAY!
*Shrugs*
7 times out of 10, people don't get the fact that I'm named after a month, and my birthday falls within that month, so it's only LOGICAL that I'm named after that month. Dunnoe why it's such an easy fact to overlook. =P
Get a life lah you, May. xD |
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