Thursday, June 30, 2005

I started schooling at the age of 4, unlike some smart kids, they were 'sent' to nursery or whatever is it at the age of 2 and half.? Or some 3.? Anyway, for almost 16 years I've studied, I was never late to school. Not even once. Punctual huh.? I broke my record today. What a day for a record breaking for I was informed last night there would be a checking today. Lead by a new Pk HEM teacher. Ok, Pk Hem stands for "penolong kanan hal ehwal murid". The principal's assistant who is incharge of student's affair. When I arrived, all the prefects were gathered in the field between the two blocks of classrooms. Mind you, its 7.00++ I think. Not hot, but well, rather distracting or gathering lots of attention from all the classes. Though, they were forbidden to do so, having lessons what. Anyway, I was late but luckily managed to sneak in unnoticed by the ahemmmmmm. After all the prefects got lectured for like 20 to 30 minutes, we marched off the 'check' the students. Concerning their appearances only. After gathering all the students with 'appearance problem', this time, the field behind the hall. Guess it was too distracting after all. And well, here comes the second lecture. This is a very very very new thing to La Salle, considering the poor administration and old system. And the down side of the discipline, Weeeeeeeeeee..What kind of la sallian is this.? Ouch.

Anyway, my back hurts so much today. Results of being stabbed repeatedly. I could be bitchy or perhaps I'm much of a bitch, but then, I don't stabbed people's back. The most I do is well, scratch them a little bit. (being nosy, gossiping, girl's nature) But I don't go around and accuse people. Telling tales just to cover up themselves. Worst, trying to buy sympathy or trying to make other look worst by using the most ridiculous weapon of all, TEARS. And that's because they're too chicken shit to own up for themselves. Hadn't the courage to face someone but armed with the courage to stab someone from behind. Attempting to bring the opponent down in such a losers way. And clearly, the attempt failed when everyone is used to this peculiar type of action. Too bad, guess I wasn't the only opponent.

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Cruelty of science..??

I got into class today with everyone playing around with 7 hamsters and 2 guinea pigs. It was entertaining, they were adorable. Hamsters were running around in their desks. Classmates taking turns to hold the guinea pigs, feeding them constantly. For they're left with less than 2 hours of life to be spared.!!

Cruelty.? Think so.? Apparently we had to dissect hamsters today. With each group dissecting one, whether a white mice or hamster. It was suppose to be white mice, but then our biology teacher reckons that we're not profession enough. So we settle for hamsters instead. Cruel isn't it.? Since they're pets, mind you, very cute ones. Some of our classmates even got scolded by those pet shop owners or those hawkers in gaya street. We were requesting for hamsters, not so cute ones so that it will be easier to terminate. (the word kill seems too harsh isn't it?) And well, that person sell hamsters for pets, not terminating an innocent life for biology class.

So, we dissected these hamsters nicely and correctly. We can't waste a rather cute life can't we.?

I'm gonna skipped the dissection progress because well, it's not disgusting. But preferably not discuss about it. Though, the termination of the poor little creature is harder to bear than dissecting it. And after separating all the organs at the end of the dissection, the heart of the hamster is still pumping. Nope, I'm not kidding. And it's dead.

I'm dissecting hamsters again next week. This time, one on one. No group dissection. Ouch!

Saturday, June 18, 2005

Good or Bad, Hard to Say

Once upon a time, there was a king. The king liked one of his followers very much because he was very wise and always gave very useful advice. Therefore the king took him along wherever he went.

One day, the king was bitten by a dog, the finger was injured and the wound was getting worse. He asked the follower if that was a bad sign. The follower said, 'Good or bad, hard to say'. In the end, the finger of the king was too bad that had to be cut. The king asked the follower again if that was a bad sign. Again, the follower gave the same answer, 'Good or bad, hard to say'. The king became very angry and sent the follower to prison.

One day, the king went hunting in the jungle. He got excited when he was on the chase of a deer. Deeper and deeper he went inside the jungle. In the end he found himself lost in the jungle. To make thing worse, he got captured by the native people lived inside the jungle. They wanted to sacrifice him to their god. But when they noticed that the king had one finger short, they released him immediately as he was not a perfect man anymore and not suitable for sacrifice.

The king managed to get back to his palace after all. And he finally understood the follower's wise quote, 'Good or bad, hard to say'. If he hadn't lost one finger, he could have been killed by the native people. He ordered to release the follower, and apologized to him. But to the king amaze, the follower was not mad at him at all. Instead, the follower said, 'It wasn't a bad thing that you locked me up.' Why? Because if the king hadn't locked the follower up, he would have brought the follower along to the jungle. If the native found that the king was not suitable, they would have used the follower.

Again, the quote 'Good or bad, hard to say' stands. The moral of the story is that everything that happens in this world, there is no absolute good or bad. Sometimes good things turned out to be bad things eventually, while bad things become a gain. Whatever good things that happen to you, enjoy it, but don't have to hold too tight to it, treat it as a surprise in your life. Whatever bad things that happen to you, don't have to feel too sad or despair, in the end, it
might not be a total bad thing after all. If one can understand this, he or she will find life much easier.

Sunday, June 12, 2005

The Bible

A young man from a wealthy family was about to graduate from high school. It was a custom in that affluent neighborhood for the parents to give the graduate an automobile. This young man and his father had spent months looking at cars, and the week before graduation, they found the perfect car. He was certain that the car would be his on graduation night.

Imagine his disappointment when, on the eve of his graduation, his father handed him a gift-wrapped Bible! He was so angry, he threw the Bible down and stormed out of the house. He and his father never saw each other again. It was the news of his father's death that brought him home again.

As he sat one night, going through his father's possessions that he was to inherit, he came across the Bible his father had given him. He brushed away the dust and opened it to find a cashier's check, dated the day of his graduation, in the exact amount of the car they had chosen.

Adapted from Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul


I guess everyone has at least once wished that time is reversible. Wishing for something that's not gonna happen no matter what. Though, we still do. Why.? To assure yourself.? To comfort yourself.? To make yourself feel better.?

If time could freeze, what will you do.? Erase the history.? Change the current happenings.?

If time could just freeze for a minute, and you start to look around you. What you have and most importantly, appreciate what you've got. To live in a harmonious family with family and friends to love you and to love back. To have a house you can call home. To have clothes to wear. To have food to feed yourself. To have a place to study. To have a job to earn money. To have your own money you can spend. To be alive and have a life.

But how often will everyone actually come across this.? Usually, once in a life time. That's when your lying in your very own death bed.

(You might think if that's life, it's too simple. How can someone be so easily satisfied.? Well, the truth is, the more simple it is, the more easily you're satisfied. And the easier you are to be happy. Perhaps, you're just asking for too much.? Too much that it overflowed or you couldn't digest it and you puke in return.? )

Life would be much better if you just know what you've got. Accept it, appreciate it (you don't have to complain that much) And not what you don't have that others have. You have to appreciate what you have. What's the use of appreciating something not yours when you're not even appreciating your very owns.? Appreciate yourself before looking for someone. For how are you gonna appreciate them when you don't even appreciate who you are. WHAT you are.

Have faith in yourself before having faith at people. Trust yourself before trying to gain someone else's trust. You might be surprised with what's installed in you. And for you.