I have always been interested in swords and guns. Ever since the day I was born, perhaps? I know that it might be a teensy-weensy bit unusual for a girl to like these things, so sue me. Because really, I don't give a damn what you think.
As I was saying, the sharp, shiny blade twinkling in the sun has always captured my attention. I love the way the blade winks. I love the way the ancients swing their swords in the air, how they managed to win an entire country using these metal pieces, how they end someone's life with just a little stab. That piece of metal had completely fascinated me, and though I have never touched one before I longed to. Ahh... Maybe when I'm older.
And of course, how could I not love that black little thing that roars so loudly when squeezed? You do know I'm talking about a gun. Yes, I like guns too. Who wouldn't? (Don't answer that.) If I had the time, I would probably have studied guns. Perhaps after I master my French and could recite the entire Roman history. I'm enthralled with it's mechanism. I would very much like to be able to identify a gun by it's caliber. That would be nice.
Between a gun and a sword, I think that using swords requires more practice. It requires a heck lot more skills than using a gun. And it definitely requires more strength. Of course I'm not saying guns are easy to use. I'm just saying that you need more skills to master a sword than a gun. And Chee Yi, bending a bullet is not a skill. You're watching too much Wanted.
And I know that by writing this post I'm violating a "WS's rule for girl behaviour" since he disapproves of girls working in an office because he believes girls should be staying at home taking care of their children. Sorry, dude. But I don't believe there should be any difference between males and females at all.
Therefore, I conclude that swords are cooler than guns. I think I can hear several objections.
P.S. I must admit, my view may be biased. But you can't possibly blame me, right? Have you seen the way Achilles (Brad Pitt) and Hector (Eric Bana) fought in the movie, Troy? Brilliant. Absolutely fantastic!
Monday, March 23, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Exam Is Useless
You know what, guys? I think that UPSR, PMR, SPM, STPM and all our exams are plain stupid. And I'm not saying that because I hate studying. Scout's honour.
I mean, it's absurd! We're not gods or some kind of genius, are we? They can't expect us to excel in all the subjects. They can't expect us to ace everything. Human beings have weaknesses. Like, for example, I'm weak in Chinese and some are weak in... say English.Nobody's perfect. Everyone has a weakness. (Even my beloved,seemingly perfect, Achilles.) And because of these silly exams, we have to work our ass off trying to improve ourselves and get straight A's. As the result, half of our lifetime is spent striving to get a few A's when we could have been enjoying our childhood more.
But of course, I don't mean we shouldn't have exams. Because you know what happens when we don't have exams - 99% of the student population will never study. What I'm suggesting is that we only take classes that we're interested in. And I certainly don't mean the form 4 and 5 kind of choosing courses because it really isn't much of a choice anyway. Either you choose Science, Mathematics, Art or whatever. It comes fully packaged. What if I like Science but I hate Add maths? What if I like literature but I hate arts? It's more of an ultimatum than a choice.
I feel that we would do better in our studies if we chose the subjects we like because how can we even appreciate studying it when we dislike it already? I hate Chinese and I definitely suck at it. I just don't comprehend how words seemed to flow from some of my friends pen. I sat there for half an hour trying to think of a sentence when my friend simply poured a whole paragraph out for me in less than 2 minutes. I don't understand how some could memorise everything in the KH textbook when I have to practically drill a hole in my head and stuff the book inside. I simply loathe it and I can't stand the sight of it. Which pretty much explains why I can't study it. Oh believe you me, I have tried in vain to like it. I really have, but to no avail. It has no effect whatsoever to me, if not deepen my hatred.
However, I do excel in those that I love. (I am not boasting.) I dare say I'm doing well in English although I probably have much to improve. I also excel in Roman history because I spend most of my free time reading it up in Wikipedia. And incredibly enough, instead of cramming the facts in my head like I do with Malaysian history, the facts were imprinted in my head after reading a few times. I told you interest is everything.
So why can't we like choose the subjects we like and study them? That way we'll not lose interest in studying and we'll definitely not waste our time trying to remember facts that will be forgotten as soon as the exam is over. I mean, what is the use of studyingsaliran paip when I'm definitely not going to be a plumber when I grow up? Okay so maybe we won't need to call the plumbers when we face these kind of troubles. But then, I thought that many people were jobless nowadays? If everyone knows how to fix their pipes we don't need plumbers, do we?
Why isn't the people in the Educational Department thinking about problems like these instead of changing the freaking BMtatabahasa system all the time? Don't they have better things to do than making our lives miserable?
Don't you agree???
I mean, it's absurd! We're not gods or some kind of genius, are we? They can't expect us to excel in all the subjects. They can't expect us to ace everything. Human beings have weaknesses. Like, for example, I'm weak in Chinese and some are weak in... say English.Nobody's perfect. Everyone has a weakness. (Even my beloved,seemingly perfect, Achilles.) And because of these silly exams, we have to work our ass off trying to improve ourselves and get straight A's. As the result, half of our lifetime is spent striving to get a few A's when we could have been enjoying our childhood more.
But of course, I don't mean we shouldn't have exams. Because you know what happens when we don't have exams - 99% of the student population will never study. What I'm suggesting is that we only take classes that we're interested in. And I certainly don't mean the form 4 and 5 kind of choosing courses because it really isn't much of a choice anyway. Either you choose Science, Mathematics, Art or whatever. It comes fully packaged. What if I like Science but I hate Add maths? What if I like literature but I hate arts? It's more of an ultimatum than a choice.
I feel that we would do better in our studies if we chose the subjects we like because how can we even appreciate studying it when we dislike it already? I hate Chinese and I definitely suck at it. I just don't comprehend how words seemed to flow from some of my friends pen. I sat there for half an hour trying to think of a sentence when my friend simply poured a whole paragraph out for me in less than 2 minutes. I don't understand how some could memorise everything in the KH textbook when I have to practically drill a hole in my head and stuff the book inside. I simply loathe it and I can't stand the sight of it. Which pretty much explains why I can't study it. Oh believe you me, I have tried in vain to like it. I really have, but to no avail. It has no effect whatsoever to me, if not deepen my hatred.
However, I do excel in those that I love. (I am not boasting.) I dare say I'm doing well in English although I probably have much to improve. I also excel in Roman history because I spend most of my free time reading it up in Wikipedia. And incredibly enough, instead of cramming the facts in my head like I do with Malaysian history, the facts were imprinted in my head after reading a few times. I told you interest is everything.
So why can't we like choose the subjects we like and study them? That way we'll not lose interest in studying and we'll definitely not waste our time trying to remember facts that will be forgotten as soon as the exam is over. I mean, what is the use of studyingsaliran paip when I'm definitely not going to be a plumber when I grow up? Okay so maybe we won't need to call the plumbers when we face these kind of troubles. But then, I thought that many people were jobless nowadays? If everyone knows how to fix their pipes we don't need plumbers, do we?
Why isn't the people in the Educational Department thinking about problems like these instead of changing the freaking BMtatabahasa system all the time? Don't they have better things to do than making our lives miserable?
Don't you agree???
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Lake Stories
I stared into the greenish, depthless lake. And suddenly, I was sucked into a horrible memory I yearned to forget. The memory shrouded me, like an icy veil, chilling me to my bones, suffocating me. The harder I struggled, the tighter it clung to me with its razor sharp talons.
It was twenty years ago; I was standing at the exact spot I am standing now, looking out into the same lake that stretched out wide before me. Two girls waved at me from the middle of the lake, their white, flailing arms protruding from the green, icy waters. They seemed to be shouting to me; but I couldn't make out what it is they're trying to tell me. I smiled and waved back at them instead.
After a while - I don't know how long - they stopped waving. Their hands lay on the surface of the water- dead, lifeless. And I finally realised what I should have realised sooner: they were not waving, they were drowning...
I screamed at the top of my lungs. Warm tears streamed down my face and dropped onto my duvet, leaving black, damp stains that looked like blood in the gloom. I was clutching the duvet to my chest tightly, sobbing like a little child.
It was the same dream again. The very dream that haunted me night after night but had never ceased terrifying me. The same emptiness, the same helplessness was simply too excruciating for me to bear...
I looked into the water, and he gazed back at me, his trusting brown eyes disappointed, disbelieving and betrayed but never angry. He was drowning, his flawlessly handsome face disappearing into the green darkness, and I was staring at him; helpless, pathetic...
And I could almost hear him whispering into my ear, if I drowned, you would pull me out, wouldn't you?
Like a green shawl,
She wraps me in a tight embrace,
With a thousand burning kisses,
She seals my death.
It was twenty years ago; I was standing at the exact spot I am standing now, looking out into the same lake that stretched out wide before me. Two girls waved at me from the middle of the lake, their white, flailing arms protruding from the green, icy waters. They seemed to be shouting to me; but I couldn't make out what it is they're trying to tell me. I smiled and waved back at them instead.
After a while - I don't know how long - they stopped waving. Their hands lay on the surface of the water- dead, lifeless. And I finally realised what I should have realised sooner: they were not waving, they were drowning...
I screamed at the top of my lungs. Warm tears streamed down my face and dropped onto my duvet, leaving black, damp stains that looked like blood in the gloom. I was clutching the duvet to my chest tightly, sobbing like a little child.
It was the same dream again. The very dream that haunted me night after night but had never ceased terrifying me. The same emptiness, the same helplessness was simply too excruciating for me to bear...
I looked into the water, and he gazed back at me, his trusting brown eyes disappointed, disbelieving and betrayed but never angry. He was drowning, his flawlessly handsome face disappearing into the green darkness, and I was staring at him; helpless, pathetic...
And I could almost hear him whispering into my ear, if I drowned, you would pull me out, wouldn't you?
Like a green shawl,
She wraps me in a tight embrace,
With a thousand burning kisses,
She seals my death.
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