20/08/2008 - Wednesday
We had a chinese spelling test
Most did alright for we were blessed
But unlike others who did just fine,
Upon twenty, he only got a nine
Running up to the teacher,
towards iminent danger
seething with anger,
he tore up his paper
The teacher stared
but the student blared,
that though its wrong to tear
when scoring badly it is only fair
He looked down
the teacher frowned
no one made a sound
trouble has finally been found
A scolding he got
and with words he fought
but he lost the war
and in eyes tears he brought
Like water kettle whistling
Accumulated anger had to escape him
tears flooding to the brim,
He cried "Must Destroy Something!"
Soon after he was asked to paste his paper back
but instead of tape and glue to fix that crack
you see him whisking out his weapon in good check-
Scissors that went Snap Snap Snap...
And you can probably guess what happened next
Quote of the day: I am willing to take my life as long as China goes down with me-TZY
That might be a negative ambition, but how likely is it that it will come true? Is having such a mindset necessary? Even if a thousand fart bombs were dropped over china, will that suffice the abolition of chinese language?
To all of the above, I should think not.
We cannot change the world, but we can change ourselves. Instead of changing others to fit our needs, why not change ourselves to fit others' needs? Instead of ploughing through fields of difficulty with constant, ceaseless "help" in doing chinese homework, why don't just work on the weakness and get benefited for a lifetime?
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In the afternoon, my class and I went to Paya Lebar aeromedical center. I could say that the tour was quite interesting, besides the occasional history discussions. We visited equipment to train new pilots like the ejecting seat model, hypobaric depressurization chamber which helps pilots counter hypoxia. Hypoxia-a scary condition in which you drift out of conciousness without feeling it due to lack of oxygen(causing the fainting) and carbon dioxide(causing the unawareness of lack of oxygen). Usually human response of pain proceeds danger, like burning a hand, but in this case, you do not even realise you lack oxygen. I would not want that to happen to me.
We also saw the G-Fet, a compartment in which trainees sit in and it goes round and round and round and round...
and round...
and round...
round...
round....
zzz......
In the compartment, gravity is being "created". The faster the G-Fet spins, the more centrifugal force pulling the person outwards and thus the more simulated gravity he experiences. There was a television in the lounge allowing us students to see how the person in the G-Fet is faring. That day, most victims of the G-Fet did up to 5-7 G before they let go (of their life), as our presenter told us that even the most experienced pilots can only hang for 9G for 15 seconds.
With a radius of around 8 metres, and with its mass being swung around at such a speed, you would not want the central axle to be dislodged.
Later, we visited a spatial disorientation simulation - the vetrifuge, where the person inside is supposed to make his "plane" level to the ground without guidance from surroundings. Unfortunately, not many people got to try it due to time constraint and that includes me:(
Never mind, as long as the others were happy trying it out. :) TZY did not try it either, so that busts his chance of ever becoming a terrorist bomber attacking China:)
Soon it was late evening and we had to go. I asked my friend if his father could fetch me along with him to the east and he agreed.
We waited, and he got a call from his parent. He could not take me along after all, so I joined the rest of my friends at the bus stop on the otherside. Another friend of mine, told me that I could take bus 90 to paya lebar MRT station, thus my mind was assured.
When we were about to board the bus, my friend called me and told me that he could fetch me again, but due to the distance having to walk back and not wanting to trouble him, I rejected the offer, and took the bus.
However, it turned out that my other friend was not so sure about the area, and thus 90 went all the way to toa payoh.
I took another bus with another friend to his house where I took 109 from serangoon to pasir ris. The entire journey took 2 and a half hours.
I should have taken my friend's car.
THE END
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