Saturday, April 25, 2009 @ 9:58:00 AM
Mid-Year Exam is starting on Monday!
Wishing everybody all the best! Jiayous for the three-week battle! :D
Wednesday, April 22, 2009 @ 8:52:00 PM
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIS!
Haha. So happen that your birthday lies on Earth Day. Any idea what is Earth Day?
(From Wikipedia)
Earth Day is one of two
observances, both held annually during spring in the
northern hemisphere, and autumn in the
southern hemisphere. These are intended to inspire awareness of and appreciation for the
Earth's environment. The
United Nations celebrates an Earth Day each year on the
March equinox, a tradition which was founded by peace activist
John McConnell in 1969.
A second Earth Day, which was founded by U.S. Senator
Gaylord Nelson as an environmental
teach-in in 1970, is celebrated in many countries each year on
April 22.
Many cities extend the Earth Day celebration to be an entire week, usually starting on
April 16, and ending on Earth Day, April 22
.
People can do their part in making a difference by:
-Encouraging your family to recycle on a regular basis is a good way to help the Earth!
-Switching to energy-efficient lightbulbs in your house helps to reduce the effects of global warming.
-Every glass bottle you recycle saves enough energy to run a TV for an hour and a half, while recycling an aluminum can saves enough energy to run your TV for three hours!
-Turn out the lights when you leave a room - unless someone's still in there!
-Use re-useable containers for you school lunches and snacks.
In short, all the stuff to save the Earth la.
And Mid-Year Exam begans on Monday! Still got plenty haven revise!
Tuesday, April 21, 2009 @ 10:51:00 PM
A story Joelle shared with me some time ago. Hereto share it. :D
Dear Patrick,I was then an only child who had everything I could ever want. But even a pretty, spoiled and rich kid could get lonely once in a while so when Mom told me that she was pregnant, I was ecstatic. I imagined how wonderful you would be and how we'd always be together and how much you would look like me. So, when you were born, I looked at your tiny hands and feet and marveled at how beautiful you were.We took you home and I showed you proudly to my friends. They would touch you and sometimes pinch you, but you never reacted. When you were five months old, some things began to bother Mom. You seemed so unmoving and numb, and your cry sounded odd --- almost like a kitten's. So we brought you to many doctors.The thirteenth doctor who looked at you quietly said you have the "cry du chat" (pronounced Kree-do-sha) syndrome, "cry of the cat" in French. When I asked what that meant, he looked at me with pity and softly said, "Your brother will never walk nor talk." The doctor told us that it is a condition that afflicts one in 50,000 babies, rendering victims severely retarded. Mom was shocked and I was furious. I thought it was unfair.When we went home, Mom took you in her arms and cried. I looked at you and realized that word will get around that you're not normal. So to hold on to my popularity, I did the unthinkable ... I disowned you. Mom and Dad didn't know but I steeled myself not to love you as you grew. Mom and Dad showered you love and attention and that made me bitter. And as the years passed, that bitterness turned to anger, and then hate.Mom never gave up on you. She knew she had to do it for your sake.Everytime she put your toys down, you'd roll instead of crawl. I watched her heart break every time she took away your toys and strapped your tummy with foam so you couldn't roll. You struggle and you're cry in that pitiful way, the cry of the kitten. But she still didn't give up.
And then one day, you defied what all your doctors said -- you crawled.When mom saw this, she knew you would eventually walk. So when you were still crawling at age four, she'd put you on the grass with only your diapers on knowing that you hate the feel of the grass on your skin. Then she'd leave you there. I would sometimes watch from the windows and smile at your discomfort. You would crawl to the sidewalk and Mom would put you back. Again and again, Mom repeated this on the lawn. Until one day, Mom saw you pull yourself up and toddle off the grass as fast as your little legs could carry you. Laughing and crying, she shouted for Dad and I to come. Dad hugged you crying openly.
I watched from my bedroom window this heartbreaking scene.Over the years, Mom taught you to speak, read and write. From then on, I would sometime see you walk outside, smell the flowers, marvel at the birds, or just smile at no one. I began to see the beauty of the world through your eyes. It was then that I realized that you were my brother and no matter how much I tried to hate you, I couldn't, because I had grown to love you.During the next few days, we again became acquainted with each other. I would buy you toys and give you all the love that a sister could ever give to her brother. And you would reward me by smiling and hugging me.But I guess, you were never really meant for us. On your tenth birthday, you felt severe headaches. The doctor's diagnosis --leukemia. Mom gasped and Dad held her, while I fought hard to keep my tears from falling. At that moment, I loved you all the more. I couldn't even bear to leave your side. Then the doctors told us that your only hope is to have a bonemarrow transplant. You became the subject of a nationwide donor search. When at last we found the right match, you were too sick, and the doctor reluctantly ruled out the operations. Since then, you underwent chemotherapy and radiation. Even at the end, you continued to pursue life. Just a month before you died, you made me draw up a list of things you wanted to do when you got out of the hospital. Two days after the list was completed, you asked the doctors to send you home. There, we ate ice cream and cake, run across the grass, flew kites, went fishing, took pictures of one another and let the balloons fly. I remember the last conversation that we had. You said that if you die, and if I need of help, I could send you a note to heaven by tying it on the string of any balloon and letting it fly. When you said this, I started crying. Then you hugged me. Then again, for the last time, you got sick.That last night, you asked for water, a back rub, a cuddle. Finally, you went into seizure with tears streaming down your face. Later, at the hospital, you struggled to talk but the words wouldn't come. I know what you wanted to say. "Hear you," I whispered. And for the last time, I said, "I'll always love and I will never forget you. Don't be afraid. You'll soon be with God in heaven." Then, with my tears flowing freely, I watched the bravest boy I had ever known finally stop breathing. Dad, Mom and I cried until I felt as if there were no more tears left. Patrick was finally gone, leaving us behind. From then on, you were my source of inspiration. You showed me how to love life and live to the fullest. With your simplicity and honesty, you showed me a world full of love and caring. And you made me realize that the most important thing in this life is to continue loving without asking why or how and without setting any limit.Thank you, my little brother, for all these.
Monday, April 20, 2009 @ 8:22:00 PM
慢慢等韦礼安慢慢等你终究占据了我的心房我终于知道什么叫做疯狂因为你我不再怕黑暗想着你让我更加勇敢你说你害怕曾经受过的伤过去发生的情节让你迷惘害怕重演在你身上却步让你失去了方或许我没资格说什么(有谁不会害怕呢)但我知道我会愿意等(你相信我的时候)我会慢慢等慢慢等慢慢等慢慢等慢慢等慢慢等等上线的铃声慢慢等等到我都睡着了耐心等只为了心动那一刻慢慢等慢慢等慢慢等慢慢等慢慢等慢慢等等红灯变绿灯慢慢等当你突然觉得冷我会握着温暖在在这里等着你说你害怕曾经受过的伤过去发生的情节让你迷惘害怕重演在你身上却步让你失去了方向或许我没资格说什么(有谁不会害怕呢)但我知道我会愿意等(你相信我的时候)我会慢慢等慢慢等慢慢等慢慢等慢慢等慢慢等等上线的铃声慢慢等等到我都睡着了耐心等只为了心动那一刻慢慢等慢慢等慢慢等慢慢等慢慢等慢慢等等红灯变绿灯慢慢等当你突然觉得冷我会握着温暖在在这里慢慢等慢慢等慢慢等慢慢等慢慢等慢慢等等上线的铃声慢慢等等到我都睡着了耐心等只为了心动那一刻慢慢等慢慢等慢慢等慢慢等慢慢等慢慢等等红灯变绿灯慢慢等当你突然觉得冷我会握着温暖在在这里等着
Sunday, April 19, 2009 @ 2:52:00 PM
ITS Sunday! =( Arh. Weekends always pass by very fast. Why is it like that! !@!@!@
Friday was Sports Day. And... (drum roll)
405 GOT THE OVERALL CHAMPION! :D Well done everyone! (Though I never contribute anything. Ha.)
Week Outlook: Biology Class Test tomorrow, which I haven study! And Physics SPA!!!
如果我爱上你的笑容，要怎么收藏要怎么拥有。如果你快乐再不是为我，会不会放手其实才是拥有。知足的快乐叫我忍受心痛。
Saturday, April 18, 2009 @ 9:01:00 PM
时间是晚上9点01分。 周末晚上好。从这个月开始，每个月的第三的星期六晚上9点都会为你提供10则笑话。哈哈。记得准时游览本网站哦。哈哈。 （可能会有点冷啦）:D
1. 小童在姑姑家吃饭，姑姑做了鱼给他吃。 小童边吃边说：这鱼真好吃，要是不放刺就更好了！
2. 3个女人在一场车祸中丧生并且来到了天堂。当她们到了那里，天使圣彼得说：“在天堂里，我们这里只有一个规矩——千万不要踩到鸭子。”确认这3个女人了解后，她们进入了天堂。天堂里到处都是鸭子，鸭子几乎多到不可能踩不到的地步，虽然她们极力避免，但是第一个女人意外地踩到一只。
这时，天使圣彼得立刻带着一个这女人一生从未见过的、长得极丑陋的男人来到她面前，并告诉她：你踩到鸭子的惩罚就是要永远跟这个丑男人链在一起。
第二天，另外一个女人也不小心踩到了鸭子。这时圣彼得又带着另一个极其恶心的男人来到她面前，如同之前那个女人的下场。圣彼得把第二个女人跟他带来的丑男人链在一起。
第三个已经发现这个残酷的结果，而且她不希望永远跟一个丑陋恶心的男人栓在一起。所以她非常非常小心她的脚步，她战战兢兢在未踩到任何鸭子的情况下，平安过了几个月。
但是有一天，圣彼得来到她的面前，并带着一个前所未见的超级帅男。这个男人不仅高大壮硕还有漂亮的长睫毛。圣彼得把他们链在一起后，没对那个女人说任何话就走了。
这个女人就问跟她链在一起的男人：“我很纳闷，为什么我可以跟你永远链在一起呢？”这个男人说：“我不知道你的情况是怎么样，但是我踩到了一只鸭子。”
3。一只青蛙给牧师打电话，问自己的命运。
牧师说：“明年，有一个年轻的姑娘会来了解你。”
青蛙高兴的蹦了起来：“哦，真的吗？是在王子的婚礼上吗？”
牧师说：“不，是在她明年的生物课上。”
4. 一楼住户不知从哪儿弄来一只大狗。初来乍到，它警惕性非常高，一有点响动就狂吠不已。我家在六楼，尽管每天上下楼蹑手蹑脚，但十有还是要被狂吠一通。我胆子小，狗一叫我就拼命跑，生怕它突然冲出来。
周日，我去接正在上英语培训班的小侄子到家里吃饭。刚进一楼，大狗照旧“汪汪汪”地叫起来，叫得我心惊肉跳。小侄子却一点也不害怕，扯起嗓子对着喊：“吐吐吐”。奇怪的是，“吐吐”几声后，大狗居然偃旗息鼓，不叫了，并且发出可怜的“哼哼”声。
回到家，我问小侄子用什么办法，居然能镇住这么凶猛的狗。小侄子洋洋得意地说：“当狗对你汪汪叫时，它其实是在说one，你就回two，这时狗因为无法回你three，非常惭愧，就不叫了。”
5. 弟弟很不喜欢妈妈煮的菜，偏偏喜欢吃泡面。妈妈就骂他：“你不会出去买便当啊？吃泡面没营养！！”
弟弟顶嘴说：“我就是喜欢吃，怎样！”
“唉呀~妈妈跟你说，泡面真的不是什么好东西，你爸爸公司有一个年轻的小姐，为了都把钱存下来寄回家，所以早上吃泡面，中午吃泡面，晚上吃泡面。天天吃泡面，结果三个月以后她死了！”
-弟弟(大惊失色)：“真的假的？”
-妈妈怎么会骗你？”
-真的喔，那她是怎么死的？”
-这个啊……买泡面时出车祸……”
6. 老师：小明请用“你看”来造句。
小明：你看！看什么看！没看过啊！
老师：... ...
7. 有位大嫂在公共汽车上看到一位即将下车的男人掉了包烟在踏板上，于是赶紧对那男人说：同志， 你烟掉了！男人大怒：你才阉掉了！
8. 大象被蛇咬了，可蛇飞快地钻进地洞里，大象很郁闷，心想：等到天黑，小样，看你出来不！这时洞里钻出一蚯蚓，大象咣?一脚踩上去：小子，你爹呢。
9. 有个顽皮的学生给同班的女生取外号叫胖猪，该女生哭着告到老师那里，老师答应对该男生进行批评教育，第2天上课，老师在班上讲话，：我们班上有位同学太没礼貌了，谁边给别的同学起外号, 总不能人家像啥叫啥吧!
10. 题目: 一边......一边......
小朋友: 他一边脱衣服,一边穿裤子.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009 @ 10:58:00 PM
6.最后一片叶子 （欧·亨利）
在华盛顿广场西边的一个小区里，街道都横七竖八地伸展开去，又分裂成一小条一小条的“胡同”。这些“胡同”稀奇古怪地拐着弯子。一条街有时自己本身就交叉了不止一次。有一回一个画家发现这条街有一种优越性：要是有个收帐的跑到这条街上，来催要颜料、纸张和画布的钱，他就会突然发现自己两手空空，原路返回，一文钱的帐也没有要到！ 所以，不久之后不少画家就摸索到这个古色古香的老格林尼治村来，寻求朝北的窗户、18世纪的尖顶山墙、荷兰式的阁楼，以及低廉的房租。然后，他们又从第六街买来一些蜡酒杯和一两只火锅，这里便成了“艺术区”。 苏和琼西的画室设在一所又宽又矮的三层楼砖房的顶楼上。“琼西”是琼娜的爱称。她俩一个来自缅因州，一个是加利福尼亚州人。她们是在第八街的“台尔蒙尼歌之家”吃份饭时碰到的，她们发现彼此对艺术、生菜色拉和时装的爱好非常一致，便合租了那间画室。 那是5月里的事。到了11月，一个冷酷的、肉眼看不见的、医生们叫做“肺炎”的不速之客，在艺术区里悄悄地游荡，用他冰冷的手指头这里碰一下那里碰一下。在广场东头，这个破坏者明目张胆地踏着大步，一下子就击倒几十个受害者，可是在迷宫一样、狭窄而铺满青苔的“胡同”里，他的步伐就慢了下来。 肺炎先生不是一个你们心目中行侠仗义的老的绅士。一个身子单薄，被加利福尼亚州的西风刮得没有血色的弱女子，本来不应该是这个有着红拳头的、呼吸急促的老家伙打击的对象。然而，琼西却遭到了打击；她躺在一张油漆过的铁床上，一动也不动，凝望着小小的荷兰式玻璃窗外对面砖房的空墙。 一天早晨，那个忙碌的医生扬了扬他那毛茸茸的灰白色眉毛，把苏叫到外边的走廊上。 “我看，她的病只有十分之一的恢复希望，”他一面把体温表里的水银柱甩下去，一面说，“这一分希望就是她想要活下去的念头。有些人好像不愿意活下去，喜欢照顾殡仪馆的生意，简直让整个医药界都无能为力。你的朋友断定自己是不会痊愈的了。她是不是有什么心事呢？”
“她——她希望有一天能够去画那不勒斯的海湾。”苏说。 “画画？——真是瞎扯！她脑子里有没有什么值得她想了又想的事——比如说，一个男人？” “男人？”苏像吹口琴似的扯着嗓子说，“男人难道值得——不，医生，没有这样的事。” “能达到的全部力量去治疗她。可要是我的病人开始算计会有多少辆马车送她出丧，我就得把治疗的效果减掉百分之五十。只要你能想法让她对冬季大衣袖子的时新式样感到兴趣而提出一两个问题，那我可以向你保证把医好她的机会从十分之一提高到五分之一。” 医生走后，苏走进工作室里，把一条日本餐巾哭成一团湿。后来她手里拿着画板，装做精神抖擞的样子走进琼西的屋子，嘴里吹着爵士音乐调子。 琼西躺着，脸朝着窗口，被子底下的身体纹丝不动。苏以为她睡着了，赶忙停止吹口哨。
她架好画板，开始给杂志里的故事画一张钢笔插图。年轻的画家为了铺平通向艺术的道路，不得不给杂志里的故事画插图，而这些故事又是年轻的作家为了铺平通向文学的道路而不得不写的。 苏正在给故事主人公，一个爱达荷州牧人的身上，画上一条马匹展览会穿的时髦马裤和一片单眼镜时，忽然听到一个重复了几次的低微的声音。她快步走到床边。 琼西的眼睛睁得很大。她望着窗外，数着……倒过来数。 “12”，她数道，歇了一会又说“11”，然后是“10”和“9”，接着几乎同时数着“8”和“7”。
苏关切地看了看窗外。那儿有什么可数的呢？只见一个空荡阴暗的院子，20英尺以外还有一所砖房的空墙。一棵老极了的长春藤，枯萎的根纠结在一块，枝干攀在砖墙的半腰上。秋天的寒风把藤上的叶子差不多全都吹掉了，几乎只有光秃的枝条还缠附在剥落的砖块上。 “什么呀，亲爱的？”苏问道。 “6”，琼西几乎用耳语低声说道，“它们现在越落越快了，三天前还有差不多一百片。我数得头都疼了，但是现在好数了。又掉了一片，只剩下五片了。” “五片什么呀，亲爱的。告诉你的苏娣吧。” “叶子。长春藤上的。等到最后一片叶子掉下来，我也就该去了。这件事我三天前就知道了。难道医生没有告诉你？” “哼，我从来没听过这种傻话，”苏十分不以为然地说，“那些破长春藤叶子和你的病好不好有什么关系？你以前不是很喜欢这棵树吗？你这个淘气孩子。不要说傻话了。瞧，医生今天早晨还告诉我，说你迅速痊愈的机会是，——让我一字不改地照他的话说吧——他说有九成把握。噢，那简直和我们在纽约坐电车或者走过一座新楼房的把握一样大。喝点汤吧，让苏娣去画她的画，好把它卖给编辑先生，换了钱来给她的病孩子买点红葡萄酒，再给她自己买点猪排解解馋。” “你不用买酒了，”琼西的眼睛直盯着窗外说道，“又落了一片。不，我不想喝汤。只剩下四片了。我想在天黑以前等着看那最后一片叶子掉下去。然后我也要去了。” “琼西，亲爱的，”苏俯着身子对她说，“你答应我闭上眼睛，不要瞧窗外，等我画完，行吗？明天我非得交出这些插图。我需要光线，否则我就拉下窗帘了。” “你不能到那间屋子里去画吗？”琼西冷冷地问道。 “我愿意呆在你跟前，”苏说，“再说，我也不想让你老看着那些讨厌的长春藤叶子。” “你一画完就叫我，”琼西说着，便闭上了眼睛。她脸色苍白，一动不动地躺在床上，就像是座横倒在地上的雕像。“因为我想看那最后一片叶子掉下来，我等得不耐烦了，也想得不耐烦了。我想摆脱一切，飘下去，飘下去，像一片可怜的疲倦了的叶子那样。” “你睡一会吧，”苏说道，“我得下楼把贝尔门叫上来，给我当那个隐居的老矿工的模特儿。我一会儿就回来的。不要动，等我回来。” 老贝尔门是住在她们这座楼房底层的一个画家。他年过60，有一把像米开朗琪罗的摩西雕像那样的大胡子，这胡子长在一个像半人半兽的森林之神的头颅上，又鬈曲地飘拂在小鬼似的身躯上。贝尔门是个失败的画家。他操了四十年的画笔，还远没有摸着艺术女神的衣裙。他老是说就要画他的那幅杰作了，可是直到现在他还没有动笔。几年来，他除了偶尔画点商业广告之类的玩意儿以外，什么也没有画过。他给艺术区里穷得雇不起职业模特儿的年轻画家们当模特儿，挣一点钱。他喝酒毫无节制，还时常提起他要画的那幅杰作。除此以外，他是一个火气十足的小老头子，十分瞧不起别人的温情，却认为自己是专门保护楼上画室里那两个年轻女画家的一只看家狗。 苏在楼下他那间光线黯淡的斗室里找到了嘴里酒气扑鼻的贝尔门。一幅空白的画布绷在个画架上，摆在屋角里，等待那幅杰作已经25年了，可是连一根线条还没等着。苏把琼西的胡思乱想告诉了他，还说她害怕琼西自个儿瘦小柔弱得像一片叶子一样，对这个世界的留恋越来越微弱，恐怕真会离世飘走了。 老贝尔门两只发红的眼睛显然在迎风流泪，他十分轻蔑地嗤笑这种傻呆的胡思乱想。 “什么，”他喊道，“世界上真会有人蠢到因为那些该死的长春藤叶子落掉就想死？我从来没有听说过这种怪事。不，我才不给你那隐居的矿工糊涂虫当模特儿呢。你干吗让她胡思乱想？唉，可怜的琼西小姐。” “她病得很厉害很虚弱，”苏说，“发高烧发得她神经昏乱，满脑子都是古怪想法。好，贝尔门先生，你不愿意给我当模特儿，就拉倒，我看你是个讨厌的老——老罗唆鬼。” “你简直太婆婆妈妈了！”贝尔门喊道，“谁说我不愿意当模特儿？走，我和你一块去。我不是讲了半天愿意给你当模特儿吗？老天爷，琼西小姐这么好的姑娘真不应该躺在这种地方生病。总有一天我要画一幅杰作，我们就可以都搬出去了。一定的！” 他们上楼以后，琼西正睡着觉。苏把窗帘拉下，一直遮住窗台，做手势叫贝尔门到隔壁屋子里去。他们在那里提心吊胆地瞅着窗外那棵长春藤。后来他们默默无言，彼此对望了一会。寒冷的雨夹杂着雪花不停地下着。贝尔门穿着他的旧的蓝衬衣，坐在一把翻过来充当岩石的铁壶上，扮作隐居的矿工。 第二天早晨，苏只睡了一个小时的觉，醒来了，她看见琼西无神的眼睛睁得大大地注视拉下的绿窗帘。 “把窗帘拉起来，我要看看。”她低声地命令道。 苏疲倦地照办了。 然而，看呀！经过了漫长一夜的风吹雨打，在砖墙上还挂着一片藤叶。它是长春藤上最后的一片叶子了。靠近茎部仍然是深绿色，可是锯齿形的叶子边缘已经枯萎发黄，它傲然挂在一根离地二十多英尺的藤枝上。 “这是最后一片叶子。”琼西说道，“我以为它昨晚一定会落掉的。我听见风声的。今天它一定会落掉，我也会死的。” “哎呀，哎呀，”苏把疲乏的脸庞挨近枕头边上对她说，“你不肯为自己着想，也得为我想想啊。我可怎么办呢？” 可是琼西不回答。当一个灵魂正在准备走上那神秘的、遥远的死亡之途时，她是世界上最寂寞的人了。那些把她和友谊及大地联结起来的关系逐渐消失以后，她那个狂想越来越强烈了。 白天总算过去了，甚至在暮色中她们还能看见那片孤零零的藤叶仍紧紧地依附在靠墙的枝上。后来，夜的到临带来了呼啸的北风，雨点不停地拍打着窗子，雨水从低垂的荷兰式屋檐上流泻下来。 天刚蒙蒙亮，琼西就毫不留情地吩咐拉起窗帘来。 那片藤叶仍然在那里。 琼西躺着对它看了许久。然后她招呼正在煤气炉上给她煮鸡汤的苏。 “我是一个坏女孩子，苏娣，”琼西说，“天意让那片最后的藤叶留在那里，证明我是多么坏。想死是有罪过的。你现在就给我拿点鸡汤来，再拿点掺葡萄酒的牛奶来，再——不，先给我一面小镜子，再把枕头垫垫高，我要坐起来看你做饭。” 过了一个钟头，她说道：“苏娣，我希望有一天能去画那不勒斯的海湾。” 下午医生来了，他走的时候，苏找了个借口跑到走廊上。 “有五成希望。”医生一面说，一面把苏细瘦的颤抖的手握在自己的手里，“好好护理你会成功的。现在我得去看楼下另一个病人。他的名字叫贝尔门——听说也是个画家。也是肺炎。他年纪太大，身体又弱，病势很重。他是治不好的了；今天要把他送到医院里，让他更舒服一点。” 第二天，医生对苏说：“她已经脱离危险，你成功了。现在只剩下营养和护理了。” 下午苏跑到琼西的床前，琼西正躺着，安详地编织着一条毫无用处的深蓝色毛线披肩。苏用一只胳臂连枕头带人一把抱住了她。 “我有件事要告诉你，小家伙，”她说，“贝尔门先生今天在医院里患肺炎去世了。他只病了两天。头一天早晨，门房发现他在楼下自己那间房里痛得动弹不了。他的鞋子和衣服全都湿透了，冻凉冰凉的。他们搞不清楚在那个凄风苦雨的夜晚，他究竟到哪里去了。后来他们发现了一盏没有熄灭的灯笼，一把挪动过地方的梯子，几支扔得满地的画笔，还有一块调色板，上面涂抹着绿色和黄色的颜料，还有——亲爱的，瞧瞧窗子外面，瞧瞧墙上那最后一片藤叶。难道你没有想过，为什么风刮得那样厉害，它却从来不摇一摇、动一动呢？唉，亲爱的，这片叶子才是贝尔门的杰作——就是在最后一片叶子掉下来的晚上，他把它画在那里的。”
Sunday, April 12, 2009 @ 6:32:00 PM
Interesting Facts (Part 2)500 Digits of e - Named after the world famous mathematician and extreme child prodigy Leonhard Euler, the natural logarithmic base has innumerable applications in all fields of science, business, and mathematics...here is just the first 500 digits or so...
2.71828 18284 59045 23536 02874 71352 6624977572 47093 69995 95749 66967 62772 40766 30353 54759 4571382178 52516 64274 27466 39193 20030 59921 81741 35966 2904357290 03342 95260 59563 07381 32328 62794 34907 63233 8298807531 95251 01901 15738 34187 93070 21540 89149 93488 4167509244 76146 06680 82264 80016 84774 11853 74234 54424 3710753907 77449 92069 55170 27618 38606 26133 13845 83000 7520449338 26560 29760 67371 13200 70932 87091 27443 74704 7230696977 20931 01416 92836 81902 55151 08657 46377 21112 5238978442 50569 53696 77078 54499 69967 94686 44549 05987 9316368892 30098 79312 77361 78215 42499 92295 76351 48220 8269895193 66803 31825 28869 39849 64651 05820 93923 98294 8879332036 25094 43117 30123 81970 68416 14039 70198 37679 3206832823 76464 80429 53118 02328 78250 98194 55815 30175 67173
Among all shapes with the same area circle has the shortest perimeter
René Descartes invented the Cartesian Plane whilst watching a spider crawl across his roof
If you walk halfway across a road, then walk half way across the remaining portion, then repeat, you will never get to the other side.
It is believed that in a small town in North Eastern part of India (Jatinga) birds commit suicide in a particular 1.5 km long and around 200 meters wide strip of field area. These birds are not suicidal since their behavior may be attributed to heavy rains and floods and submergence of their natural habitat in the surrounding areas. Also the local villagers light torches which attract the birds migrating at night. They then clobber them to death with bamboo poles and eat them!
Zero was invented in India by Indian mathematicians dating as early as 5th century. They widely used it in calculations, astronomy and astrology. Zero was spread by Arabians to the Europe and there on it was spread all over. Before this, all Europeans used roman numerical which were difficult to calculate on as they were in the form of Symbols, lengthy and had limits. New Math Multiplication Method
Company in Brazil (Suite Vollard) constructed a building in which each floor can rotate 360 degrees. Each building has 11 apartments and each apartment can spin individually in any direction. One rotation takes a full hour, but apartment owner can set rotation speed through apartment control panel. Facades are made of three different types of glass which give wonderful effects when building spins during the sunset. Cost of each apartment is $US 300,000.00.
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An atom is made of 200 or more than 200 subatomic particles because it is told that in an atom there is so much space and electrons take only 1/1000th volume of it so there left very much space. That space may have more subatomic particles in it and according to the calculations there may come more than 200 subatomic particles.
Closest galaxy to our Milk Way galaxy is Andromeda and even traveling at the speed of light it would take 2 million years to reach it. There are 100 billion galaxies that we can observe. Prediction is that there is much more, but Hubble Space Telescope couldn’t detect them
Saturday, April 11, 2009 @ 7:02:00 PM
Oh man. I kept thinking that today is Sunday. Haha. Dont know why. Just got that feeling. Friday, Saturday. Sunday?
Did nothing at all today. Which is kind of bad. =( And I am feeling stress cos I am not doing anything??!! Funny. Got Physics SPA the week before Mid-year, and next week got HCL and SS test.
Fridays are packed for this month. Speech Day and Sports Day. Okay. Shall end here. Nothing much to blog about actually.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009 @ 5:29:00 PM
Yes 933 罐头剧场：2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009 @ 9:00:00 PM
This weekend passed by really fast! Did nothing much at at, and two days went by. Wow. Amazing.
Tomorrow got Bio Revsion Test. Studied half-way. And I haven complete that Chinese worksheet and memorize that poem. Sian.
Suddenly remembered Eddy asked an interesting question on Friday. Suppose that you drill a hole from one end of the Earth to another, and throw one person down, where would he stand? Assume that wouldnt be crushed or bbq-ed. Ha. Think about it.
Saturday, April 4, 2009 @ 11:53:00 PM
It is already 11.46pm when I began typing this post. Just send chinchye the chinese compo. Sorry chinchye. Didnt really think very hard.
Today passed by very fast! Is like I just woke up just now, and now is already close to 12mn. Did nothing at all today, which is kind of bad. Cos MYE is in 3 weeks' time? Sec 3 + Sec 4 stuff to revise. That is a lot.
Thursday Ms Chng gave us water baby to show us reproduction. Hahas. She read Chinese and I think it is a bit weird. Haha. Water baby! My group's trasnparent one is like already so big yesterday morning. And Eddy transfer them all to another big bottle, cos the one that Ms Chng gave was too small.
Yesterday during Chinese remedial after school was fun! Okay, I was tinking much. Sorry chinchye again. Dont know why everytime meet him will go haywire and too high. =.= Funny. Must learn to control myself a bit.
Alright. Shall end my post here. Going to sleep. :O *yawn* Too tried liao.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009 @ 11:01:00 PM
4.便当里的头发在那个贫困的年代里，很多同学往往连带个象样的便当到学校上课的能力都没有， 我邻座的同学就是如此。 他的饭菜永远是黑黑的豆豉，我的便当却经常装著火腿和荷包蛋，两者有著天渊之别。 而且这个同学，每次都会先从便当里捡出头发之后，再若无其事地吃他的便当。这个令人浑身不舒服的发现一直持续著。
「可见**妈有多邋遢，竟然每天饭里都有头发。」同学们私底下议论著。为了顾及同学自尊，又不能表现出来，总觉得好肮脏，因此对这同学的印象，也开始大打折扣。 有一天学校放学之后，那同学叫住了我：「如果没什么事就去我家玩吧。」虽然心中不太愿意，不过自从同班以来，他第一次开口邀请我到家里玩，所以我不好意思拒绝他。
随朋友来到了位于汉城最陡峭地形的某个贫民村。 「妈，我带朋友来了。」听到同学兴奋的声音之后，房门打开了。他年迈的母亲出现在门口。 「我儿子的朋友来啦，让我看看。」 但是走出房门的同学母亲，只是用手摸著房门外的梁柱。 原来她是双眼失明的盲人。
我感觉到一阵鼻酸，一句话都说不出来。 同学的便当菜虽然每天如常都是豆豉，却是眼睛看不到的母亲，小心翼翼帮他装的便当，那不只是一顿午餐，更是母亲满满的爱心，甚至连掺杂在里面的头发，也一样是母亲的爱。
便当里的头发
先入为主的观念，
往往影响人一生的格局，
多观察、多探讨，
会有更多意外的发现。
5.一朵玫瑰花
有位绅士在花店门口停了车，他打算向花店订一束花，请他们送去给远在故乡的母亲。 绅士正要走进店门时，发现有个小女孩坐在路上哭，绅士走到小女孩面前问她说： 「孩子，为什么坐在这里哭？」
「我想买一朵玫瑰花送给妈妈，可是我的钱不够。」孩子说。
绅士听了感到心疼。 「这样啊??」于是绅士牵著小女孩的手走进花店，先订了要送给母亲的花束，然后给小女孩买了一朵玫瑰花。走出花店时绅士向小女孩提议，要开车送她回家。
「真的要送我回家吗？」
「当然啊！」
「那你送我去妈妈那里好了。可是叔叔，我妈妈住的地方，离这里很远。」
「早知道就不载你了。」绅士开玩笑地说。
绅士照小女孩说的一直开了过去，没想到走出市区大马路之后，随著蜿蜒山路前行，竟然来到了墓园。小女孩把花放在一座新坟旁边，她为了给一个月前刚过世的母 亲，献上一朵玫瑰花，而走了一大段远路。 绅士将小女孩送回家中，然后再度折返花店。他取消了要寄给母亲的花束，而改买了一大束鲜花，直奔离这里有五小时车程的母亲家中，他要亲自将花献给妈妈。
一朵玫瑰花
为逝者举行盛大丧礼，
不如在他在世时，
善尽孝心。
时间是晚上9点01分。 周末晚上好。从这个月开始，每个月的第三的星期六晚上9点都会为你提供10则笑话。哈哈。记得准时游览本网站哦。哈哈。 （可能会有点冷啦）:D