We Won!

I didn't do anything much helpful to the team. I wasn't really the 'much of a help' type of guy, I never was. The victory might not feel as bitter sweet to me as for those who had helped and worked hard with it, but I must say, it is a good feeling. Imagine to those who worked hard on it! Truly, I applaud to them.

21st Febuary 2017 was the day where glory was bestow upon our cless, 5 Angsana. It was the day where the drama competition was held, well, our category of drama competition. Anyways, after a long period of 'sitting at the audience seat and having my hands cold half of the day' the winner seat was finally at our doorsteps, although it's a.... broken door (yeah, our prop IS the door).

I was actually offered to be a runner for the drama by our co-director Aaron, but... he asked at the wrong timing, that or I'd did something in the wrong timing, I was too busy reading to hear his words (who would have known I get real focus when it comes down to reading), before when I was back to my mind, the spots for runner was full.

Even so, I did try to help with something, wasn't much of a help though. I tried giving out some useful advise for runners (maybe it didn't help at all), A little help with props here and there and... I basically did nothing.

In any case, I'm glad we won the competition. Never had I panicked while watching Drama which I have no partake at all.

Well done 5 Angsana!

Portugal: The place of Sadness

Today I was chatting with an online friend of mine who is from Portugal. At one point he had mentioned about Portugal being one of the top ten most depressed countries in Europe. I wasn't quite sure about that statement so I search it up. I found three site lists which doesn't include Portugal in the list, so we had an argument (not really an argument, we were just trying to prove a point). He send me this link to a website article written by an American, which gave me more insights about Portugal.

In Portugal, no one tells you to have a nice day. No one particularly cares if you have a nice day, because chances are they’re not having a nice day either. If you ask a Portuguese person how they’re doing, the most enthusiastic reply you can expect is mais ou menos (so so).

Portugal’s culture of melancholy is hard to miss. You see it etched on people’s sombre expressions – this is no Thailand, known as the Land of Smiles – and even in the statues that occupy prime real estate in Lisbon’s public squares. In most countries, the men (and it’s almost always men) honoured in such places are macho generals. In Portugal, it’s moody poets.

Yes, Portugal is a sad land, ranking 93rd of 157 countries (just behind Lebanon), according to the UN’s latest World Happiness Report. But don’t pity the Portuguese. They’re content with their discontentment, and, in an odd but enlightening way, actually enjoy it. It’s easy to assume that the Portuguese are masochists, but if you spend some time here, as I did recently, you quickly realize that the Portuguese have much to teach us about the hidden beauty, and joy, in sadness.

Portugal’s “joyful sadness” is encapsulated in a single word: saudade. No other language has a word quite like it. It is untranslatable, every Portuguese person assured me, before proceeding to translate it.

Saudade is a longing, an ache for a person or place or experience that once brought great pleasure. It is akin to nostalgia but, unlike nostalgia, one can feel saudade for something that’s never happened, and likely never will.

At the heart of saudade lies a yawning sense of absence, of loss. Saudade, writes scholar Aubrey Bell in his book In Portugal, is “a vague and constant desire for something... other than the present.”
It is possible to feel saudade for anything, publisher Jose Prata told me over lunch one day at Lisbon’s bustling Cais do Sodre market. “You can even feel saudade for a chicken,” he said, “but it has to be the right chicken.”

At the heart of saudade lies a yawning sense of absence, of loss

What makes saudade tolerable, pleasant even, is that “it is a very sharable feeling,” Prata explained. “I’m inviting you to share at the table of my sadness.” In Portugal, that’s a big table with room for everyone. In fact, a Portuguese chef has even started a line of chocolate called “Saudade”. Naturally, it is bittersweet.

In the end, we didn't have a conclusion of whether Portugal is in the top 7 most depressed country or not. We didn't continue either, because we both got distracted by other topics. But hey, at least we get to understand more about Portuguese and their beauty of sadness. And I have to agree, sadness is, indeed a beauty.

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Missing Halloween

Today I want to share a video with you all. It is a Halloween video full of happiness, with a slight sad and shocking ending. Perfect topic for the upcoming (whoops I mean already over) Halloween.

The animation is about a boy who only had one friend. On the day of Halloween, he would go out and ask candy like every other kid does with his friend. The interaction between the boy and the girl was heartwarming and sweet, like he shared his candy with the girl who had none even though he only have two.

Although the ending of the story is shocking and unbelievably spooking, again, perfect theme for Halloween, the story was amazing. Not only just that, the animation of this story was so smooth! Much handwork is appreciated to the one who animated this!

Anyways, I knew something was up by the end of this animation that start off as heartwarming scene, many people likes plot twist don't they? But what I didn't expect was the outcome of the story. I simply could not explain my emotions after I finish the animation. So what do you guys think? Is this animation spooky to you? Sweet? Or shocking? Tell me what you think about it!

Spirual: The mansion

Spirual
Prologue
The Mansion

I woke up on a bed. It took me seconds, but I was able to remember where was I, and why am I here. I sat up and looked around my room, still felt uncomfortable with this place. Looking to my right, the window reveals the big round moon hanging up high in the dark sky. Looking to my left, beside me was a study table with a noticeable note placed on. 

It was written:

I gave you a present, it is in the cupboard. 

In addition, I had placed the key of your room along with your present.

Hope you like it.

-Xonia

I decide to check the present first. Opening a giant cupboard is a bit hard, the handle is too high, but I could manage it. Inside was nothing but an orange and white stripped jacket, it feels very comfy when I wear it on, although it is slightly big for my size. The weather is cold anyways, night gets cold easily in this house, I think is a good idea to keep it on.

I went for the door, it is locked. I wonder why would they locked the door when I was asleep. Hearing the clicked sound of the unlocked door made me felt accomplished. I looked outside my room. The corridor is empty, there was light downstairs. I walked down in curious. Have they not slept yet?

"Do you think they would like the jacket I gave it to them?" Asks feminine voice from the living room.

"I bet they will love it, it was VERY comfy." A masculism voice replies, "Didn't you said people won't stop hugging you because of the jacket?"

"... don't even remind me those hugs." She sounded as if she hated it. "Anyways, the jacket is big for their size, some kids prefer clothes in their own size." She answered.

"Hm... you do have a point." He agrees.

As if on cue, the last step of the stairs I stepped on made a small creek sound. Loud enough for the two adults to hear it. They turned around and greeted me in surprise, "Hello there, did you sleep well?" One of my caretakers, Ms. Xonia asked.

"...I did. Thanks for taking me in." I replied, hoping to sound as polite as I could.

"You don't have to be that polite around us. Just act like your usual self." She smiles, "Do you want some cake? I believe there are some leftovers in the fridge. I'll take it out for you." She headed to the kitchen as she finished her sentence, there was no way I could say no.

I noticed there was a vase of beautiful glass flowers on the coffee table. There are total of ten different types of flowers in each different colours of stained glasses. "You like it?" Mr. Xenix asked, "Too bad you can't be find them on the market, those are handmade."

"How did you made that?" I asked, admired by the beauty of the peice of art in front of me.

"I didn't made it. It was a gift to Xonia. Her old friends made those I believed." Mr. Xenix shrugs. Ms. Xonia came back just in time with a slice of chocolate cake.

"Talking about the flowers? Real 'glassy' now aren't they?" Her words took me off guard. Mr. Xenix roar in laughter as he hears this, "Nice one Xonia!" 

"Now now, let's not get to focus on the flowers, they were suppose to be more 'transparent'-like to be notice. Have a cake instead." She grins from the pun jokes she had made as she hand the slice of cake to me. Yummy, it tasted delicious.

I chatted with Mr. Xenix and Ms. Xonia for a bit. We talked from the interior designs in the house to the paintings that were hanging on the walls around this mansion. "Amazing right? Xonia design the place herself. From the furnitures to the paintings on the wall, all materials was specifically design and made from her orders." Mr. Xenix explains.

"You draw these paintings too?" I pointed at one of the biggest painting that consist eleven kids all sitting together smiling happily as if they were taking a blessed family photo. Ms. Xonia nods, she seemed a bit embarassed but proud at the same time. "Wow," was all the words I could say. 

Ms. Xonia glance at the gigantic old grandfather clock in the room. It was 12 a.m. "It's getting late, I think you should head to bed. Do you mind walk back to your room alone? Xenix and I would like to discuss about something important." I nod.

I was heading up the stairs, which was close to the entrance door of this mansion, but I notice something odd. There was a long oval shape mirror hanging on the door. I did not saw that when I first entered the mansion, it caught my attention. I walked up to the mirror hoping for a closer look. The mirror was well design, beautiful patterns was curved beside the holder. What caught my eyes was a blue diamond shape crystal at the bottom. It reminds me of something.

I remembered both my caretakers, Mr. Xenix and Ms. Xonia had this printed picture of a blue diamond shape crystal with wings on their shirts. I think blue diamond shape crystal resembled as their family symbol seeing as I do noticed a few of those shapes in the house, the vase of the glass flowers and the giant painting in the living room.

As I was silently thinking all this to myself, I failed to noticed the mirror was slowly glowing. By the time I do noticed, the light has became ultimately bright and before I know anything, everything has turned white. 

What is Transition words???

Transition words are like road signs. They help the reader understand the direction of your thought.
Examples:

Actually, most of his classmates were awake by 8:30 AM.
As a matter of fact, those who were present really enjoyed the debate.
First and foremost, she is an artist.

Here is a chart of example transition words you can use to guide your reader through your essays.


Above all
Finally
Meanwhile
Actually
First, Second, Third
Moreover
Afterward
First and foremost
Next
All things considered
For this reason
No doubt
Accordingly
From here on
Of course
Another
For instance For example
On the other hand
Arguably

Arrangement of story

Once there lived a rich farmer, his name is Mr. Lee. Later years on, he had two sons. The older son named Joshua whilst the younger son named Steven. Since young, they had been living together happily and free. 

But years went by, until they reach their age of adulthood. Mr. Lee decides to split his shares into two,giving it to his both sons. Joshua was glad with his share, which is half of the land and he began to earn money by improving the land and hiring more workers to work at the farm. Steven, however, is not really happy with  his share. Slowly, he began to get restless because he was unhappy with his lot. He sees that his older brother is earning a lot of money while he is  earning nothing besides his small business in the city. 

One day, Steven decided to talk to his father about the share that he was unhappy about. 

“Father, I want to talk to you about the shares that you gave us.” Steven said. 

“What's wrong with it son? Aren't you happy about it?” Mr. Lee questioned his son with a weak tone.

“I don't feel that the share is fair,we had the shares but  Joshua is earning more than I, I think Joshua’s land is better than mine, therefore I need a bigger shares rather than a piece of land in the farm.”Steven said. 

“Son, you know I'm a fair guy. Besides, Joshua knows who to manage his land, why can't you follow his steps to success? This decision had been made for quite a long time, I advise you to just stick to your own share and manage it wisely.”his father advised him. 

“No means no, I can wait and see my money flow being so slow. Besides, you're old and ignorant. Of course you won't listen to me, you only listen to your precious Joshua, aren't you!?I'm going back to my room.”Joshua shouted in a stern voice and left the room, leaving his father in shocked. 

The next day his father decided to meet his younger son and decided to tell him that he is giving a third of his property. 

But later then, Steven decided to sell his share of the property and left for another country. He began to led a luxurious life, he then decided to spent a lot of his money on gambling. Bit by bit, he then spend all of his money on casinos and betting. He later became a pauper and regret that he did not listen to his father's advise.

Choices of your path

At the starting point of the road stood a child. Five adults, all with same looks but in different age, are standing beside the child. Each of them stood patiently, waiting for the child to make a choice. In front of the child are many different paths; some narrow, some wide. Some beautiful, some dark. They all leads to different destination, and the challenge within those paths are different. However one thing was certain, that no matter which you choose, passion is the main thing to get through the journey.

Or at least, that's what the child thinks.

Despite the adults gave the child a chance to choose their path, the clever child knew their family wants them to walk on the path of fortune. The child glance at the dark pathway, and was immediately stared by one of the adults. The child quickly turn their eyes to another side, but the stare doesn't stop.

Before the time to choose a path came, the child had learn many things. Some unwillingly, some secretly. The child soon found some interest, and their passion on some specific things. The child was at first worried of the path that should choose, but they soon learned not to ignore those burning passion of theirs, they had finally made up their mind.

The child looked at the road full of artistic style. The hope to walk on that paths burns them more than anything. Sadly before they could take a step, another adult pulled their hand. The adults warned them not to walked on that path, "the path is pretty, I can see why you love it," the adults compliment, "However, that path is too narrow, you will suffer more than you imagine. How about choosing another path? You can return anytime soon." As they speak, they bring the child to the other side of the pathway. A path full of numbers.

The child was stubborn, they refuse to leave. The adults raise their eyebrow in anger. They pulled them away from the path, decide it would be the best if they give them education about the danger of the paths. The child pretend to agree, while they silently prepare for the dangers of the paths. They are no idiots, they knew the risk in each paths, but they will wait, they will wait until they are well prepare.

Their plan was figured out by the adults. Now they are banned from everything they like. It was like a zombie life, had they not secretly draw behind their backs, they would have started to loose themselves. The stares are getting stronger, they can't take it anymore. Yet for the sake of those friends that they aren't even sure if they are with them. They lived.

The world may never know though, that the kid is silently killing themselves. Starting point? Their physical health. Not like anyone notices the pain in their stomach or the sharp inhale of their lungs, the dizziness in their head and their constant blind eye situation. No one cares, neither do they care. However, the food has started to look disgusting in their eyes.

The Eevee journey

A story of a special Eevee

 The one who'll understands and value you will be always there for you, even family doesn't makes them the most important person in your life.

You are special. Don't forget about that.

His Theme

Deep, deep down, I believed
I could bring you back to me 
In this game I found fun 
Can the damage be undone?

Even if I'm no longer really me
There's still a part that lives inside my heart that hopes to be
By your side until you reach the end
No matter what I am by then, I'll always be your friend

Don't leave me behind
Wont you let me win this time?
I don't want to let go
But I'll be okay alone

(Art and Lyrics not by me.)

A trip down to the lane. A trip down to the alley.

A trip down to the lane,
All I see are people chatting with a laugh.
A trip down to the alley,
All I see are people with sorrow faces.

I had been to the brightest place where happiness belongs,
But because of something I lack,
I slowly fell to the swirl of darkness,
Where light was swallowed by dark.

People always believe they are the saddest in the world,
I wonder who tells them that.
People always thinks their action doesn't matter to others,
I wonder if they have other person's point of view,

A trip down to the lane,
A trip down to the alley,
All I see are people chatting with a laugh.
All I see are people with sorrow faces.

I see holidays, happy families and brilliant peoples,
Where kind, love and honor lives.
I see stress, family abuse and untalented trash,
Where suffering, pain and cuts lives.

Please don't blame me for all those pricks,
That my coat of sharp spines gave.
You turned me into this,
When you had pushed too far.

But maybe just one changed,
for the world to change,
From a different point of view,
I see different things.

A trip down to the lane,
All I see are people with sorrow faces.
A trip down to the alley,
All I see are people chatting with a laugh.

Mirror

A Creepypasta Story

Today teacher taught us about mirror reflection. At one point she mentioned about 'two-way mirror', she said each mirror is a one way mirror, put your hand on the mirror and there will be a gap between both your hands and your reflection hands. And if both hands touch each other, meaning bad things will happen. I want to testify if it is true or not.

I have a mirror at my room, inside my cupboard. I never use that mirror, and I'm pretty sure all the others mirrors in my house are one-way mirror. So I touch it, but I didn't find out whether if it is a one-way mirror or not, because mom suddenly called for me and we went out for the whole day.

It was a two-way mirror.

I came back at night. As tiring as a koala bear could be, I return to my room and immediately jumped on my bed and fell asleep. I have completely forgotten about the mirror, and I didn't notice I haven't closed the cupboard doors. Now that I'm reminded, why didn't I notice the tidiness in my room? I'm always the messy one.

Anyways, I woke up beside a mirror. Not just any mirror, it was the mirror on my cupboard door. Then, weird things started to happen. Why do I always felt like, I don't belong to this world? Everything about this place is weird. Even my families looks slightly weird to me. For example, I had this conversation with my brother before:

"Sis? Why did you bought light blue colour?" I bought some strings for my art and craft, "Didn't you like dark blue?"

"No, I like light blue. Didn't you know that?"

"But I thought you like dark blue, everyone knows you like dark blue." My brother left after saying these words. It got me confuse, "But I hate dark blue...."

There's also some weird things that has been going in my life, people kept saying these words like: "I thought you hated that." "Didn't you used to love these things?" Which is totally the opposite about me. 

According to my mother, I loved the mirror in my cupboard a lot. When I heard this, I was reminded of that two-way mirror, I went to check the mirror again.

A hand to the mirror, there's a gap between us. It's a one-way mirror. But why is my reflection self smiling? I don't usual smile, do I?

The Twins in my mind

I do not have much to talk, so today I am going to introduce to you a twin that lives in my mind. They are named after my my name, since they are a part of me. Their names are Kai and Lynn, and they both have quite the different characteristic.

The oldest would be Kai, the noisiest between the two, now you will know who to blame when I am shouting or laughing loudly. Kai would the leader of my mind, most of my action comes from them. Hence, the natural talkative sign you always see in me, because Kai can't stand quiet.

Kai loves having fun and hate being serious. 'Do whatever you want whenever you like', follow your heart is their principle. It doesn't matter what you are doing is wrong or not, breaking the rules doesn't concern them, nor the consequences of their actions bothers them either. Even your feelings never bother them. When they are task with jobs, if they do not have the heart to carry out their work, expect them to hand up an empty work to you. One word to describe Kai: irresponsible.

Of course, we can't be that irresponsible in our lives like Kai, that will be where Lynn jumps in. Lynn is responsible, (not saying that I'm a responsible person, but there is a reason behind this, have I mention Kai is the one in charge?) she always keep her words and is very good at multitask. Unlike Kai, Lynn is more of a quiet person.

If you noticed I was being quiet all of the sudden, that would be Lynn taking over. Two reason for this situation: Is either Kai are having a rest (which rarely happens once you activate them), or Kai has stop functioning and Lynn have to take over (meaning something is not right with me). Lynn loves to be alone, that's the only way to activate her.

Kai and Lynn tend to argue over small things, I guess it is the only fun they share together. However, that causes me to suffer because I will be in a conflicted situation. Thankfully, the conflict always end faster than you can say, 'pepperoni cheeseballs on top of a pizzaroni chaseballs'.

Kai and Lynn is part of my mind, and they are my favorite twins among all of my minds. Even though I hope one day they can be more harmony to each other.... That's all for now, hopefully we get to introduce more of our 'minds'.

Life and Death (Part 3)

"You...!" He could felt her anger slowly building up.

"What's wrong? You seem like you had just met 'death'..." He did not expect a life of fire coming to his way. "Woah! Lady, calm down. Don't you know how to greet a pal?" Oddly, the fire did not spread, nor did it actually burn off anything. Huh, she really must be life.

"Why are you here?" She asked.

He did not directly answer the question, however, "They said life is full of surprises, and what is more surprising than having death's visiting?" Another fireball came to his way. Seriously, could she not randomly throw a fireball at him when he was trying to talk?

"Leave this place at once!" They had a battle. It did not take really long for it to end. Sure, Death knew that both he and Life's power are evenly match, perhaps Life had isolated herself for too long, she had a hard time fighting with him. Maybe he should had shown some mercy to her. She, after all, was still his queen.

"Don't you know it is rude to just barge into someone's place without an invitation?" The queen gave him glare daggers. He decided to take that as a moment of peace between them and lower down his scythe.

"I'm sorry, death was never invited to any else where, so he just couldn't stop being rude," he shrugged.

"..." He can't tell what is going on inside the queen's mind. Her highness won't stop staring at her. He decided to say something else.

"It seems that what I am looking for isn't here. Well then, we will meet again." The goddess of Life hears this in shocked, "Looking for someone? How dare you hunt my-" The goddess of Death has disappeared in front of her eyes before she could finished her sentences. The queen stare at where Death once stood in silence.

Death return to their home, the underground, and would not stop thinking about his new found information.

If Death is curious of Life, then the same goes to the opposite.

Life and Death (Part 2)

It was a strange encounter, and he did not plan this at all,as if he would intend to do so. It has been decades since the queen has been seen again, and he had not even met the queen before. Yet there she stood, beautiful than anything he had seen before, so elegant, so fragile. Oh but how irony it is;-

-That Life hates Death, and Death knows that too.

Death may not have met the Goddess of Life personally before this, he know of her of course, but the closest he had with life was only under certain occasions when life and death are both present. For example, when a birth of a child and a soul of a mother that needed to be reap was occurred in the same room. The pulse of her magic, the sensation of 'life'. It was all too familiar.

How did he not realise it earlier? Why had he not notice the barrier's magic when he destroyed it? Why did it only come into hi sense, after he saw 'her' standing in front of his eyes? He wondered if it was fate or just incredibly ironic, that after an age of hiding, it was Death who comes knocking.

Their first encounter was not quite pleasant,or you could say it was not quite heart 'warming' either. He remembers that moment when he walked through the barrier when he saw the Goddess of Life, they were both stunned. He did not expect her and he believes she thought so too. When they both had finally come to realization of each other's identity, she struck first.

(To be continue)

Life and Death (Part 1)

It was a strange encounter, and until this day he still remembers it as clear as a pure soul could have get. It was just as if it happened yesterday, but in reality they had met a few weeks ago- according to the overworld's time anyway. It was just a few weeks ago;-

-When Death met Life itself.

Long ago, when Death wasn't created yet, when living creatures of Earth had still kept their immortality, Earth was a peaceful place. It's a beautiful day outside, birds are singing, flowers were blooming, a perfect day for a cup of tea, until the humans ruined everything.

Goddess Life has always loved her creations, her children. However, when her children started to turn against the gods, everything changed.The intelligent humans foolishly thought they could survive without the gods, they thought they could abandon their parents. In the end tragedy happened,the gods lost their only child and their beloved Acolyte of Faith, the only god child and the first created human child the gods adored dearly.

The Father Ruler, God of the Skies, Painfully announced the creation of Death in order to restore the world's balance. However the queen did not take her husband's decisions lightly, she could not accept having the thought of seeing her children die in front of her eyes. She blamed her husband for creating death, she blamed Death for the cause of the destruction of her children.

So she left, disappeared and was never to be found again. Rumours said she was hiding in the overworld, secretly creating life, but none had found her. Who knows that after years later, she would be found again? And that out of any other person that it could be, it would be him, Death itself that knock upon Life's door?

It was as if fate have planned it all out.

(To be continue)

To the one in my group

I saw your blog post and... I know this is late, but is better than nothing. I know if non of us speak something, or even reply to you, our friendship will be over, because I can tell that you are slowly drifting away from us. I've seen these situation over and over again. At the same time, I know non of us will walk up to you, because we are not the type who will talk to you face by face. So I guess is time for me to step up and speak for the rest of us, while I'm behind this screen.

There is nothing to be sorry with being yourself. I can't say for the others, but as your friend and part of the study group member, I can assure you that I (and everyone else in the study group too) don't hate you. Sure you are weird, but aren't all of us weird? Everyone is unique in their own way, an individual of a whole. That's what got us together in the first place, don't you agree?Yes, you drag us down, horribly, but it is our job to pull you up. This is a study group after all, that's what friends are for. We all know you are trying hard to change yourself, but lets be honest here, in our eyes, we see no effort from you. There's a lot of place you could have improve, and we wanted to help you. We did hint you, but you never get the idea, because you are too caught up with your own self that you IGNORE us. Could you at the very least, listen to us?

You don't feel sorry for being yourself, you don't feel sorry for not able to appease those around you, because all those sorry you'd said? Is meaningless. Words do nothing, only action does. I'm not the type who keep remembering your mistakes, you are the one who keep giving me the idea of your mistakes, where it comes to the point that it gets stronger and stronger in my memories. All those good things about you? I remember them, but please, do not abuse the good within you. Use them wisely, not blindly. Nobody seems to care? Well we do, you know the one who hated you the most in the group? She actually cares you more than me, than anyone else in the group, but seeing you not progressing at all, it pricks her more than anything. Eventually the pricks became too annoying, and it slowly turned into hatred.

You've came to terms with yourself and acknowledged the fact that you can't change entirely? I'll use Integrity's words for this: Bullsh*t. It takes a lot of willpower to fight yourself for a better change? Well I'll transfer Kindness' words to you: the problem is you don't want to learn. You always think that it's basically not your fault. Remember the time when you said your parents scolded you for wasting your time? You said that your parents is too much. But think about it, you are the one who did not use your time wisely. All you did is to sleep, and talks about Jesus in class, no offence. Have you seen how Bravery has been acting when you are not beside him? He is tired of waking you up every 5 seconds, he is not me, he don't have the perseverance to wake you like how I wake you up in Physics Lab. What was the word my perseverance buddy and Patience said in Chinese? They don't have the eyes to look at you anymore.


Your ignorance has cause most of us to give up on you. Your self-centre issue has ignite our annoyance. But if you would change a little bit more... at least listen to our advise, maybe everyone will treat you the same like before. Please, do not turn your back against us, we just want to help.

Where have my creativity gone to?

Today I open up my laptop, hoping to write something. However, when I put my fingers on the keyboard I realise my mind is blank. I have nothing to write at all, no inspirations, no stories, nothing. Where have my creativity gone to?

I search for my trusty blue book. Its an old notebook that I had for how long? Probably 3 or 4 years, it has been with me ever since I have fallen into the world of words. Inside is full of my handwriting, notes and more notes on every page, filled with my creativeness.

I flip the pages, nothing in the book satisfied me. I want something new, not stories that I had thought before! I read every page carefully, hoping something new will pop up in my mind. Nothing still. Frustrated, I throw the book on the table.

Heads on the keyboard and mind on the other side, searching for my inspiration. Anything works, something, just anything. Hours pass by and not a single word is on the screen. I surrender. Miss Inspiration is so hard to pleased. Maybe I should take some rest.

I went on to my social media and start chatting with one of my group chats. I'd joined too much group chats for the past few days, most of them are Roleplay group chats. Where you act with others as a certain character. Someone is role-playing something about a dream, that reminds me of a dream I had dreamt few days ago. Perhaps I could use those...

Finally having an idea, i immediately switch to my work and starts to type.

10 facts about colours

1. Do you know that blue is the most common favorite color
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Blue is the most favored color in the world, with purple being a distant second. A whopping 40% of people worldwide would choose blue as their favorite color in playtime poll booth, with purple-lovers lagging way behind at 14%. Though some researchers also suggest that red and green are a close second and third respectively. White, orange, and yellow are some of the least favorite colors.

2. Do you know that red is the first colour that baby recognise? Recent studies have shown that infants as young as 2 weeks of age can already distinguish the color red. Probably because red has the longest wavelength among colors making it the easiest color to process by the developing receptors and nerves in the baby’s eyes.

3. Do you know that Pink soothes the nerves? Pink is the palliative color, commonly used to splash the walls in prisons and mental health care facilities to assist in subduing those who are out-of-control. Apparently, it suppresses anger and anxiety due to its calming effect.  So pink definitely has a useful place and a purpose, other than decorating a prom dress or Barbie’s dream house.

4. Do you know that Yellow + Red = Hunger? No wonder fast food giants like McDonald’s, KFC, Burger King, and many other restaurants wear this color scheme. Researchers says that red and yellow are the most appetizing colors. Having said that, they advice not to paint your kitchen yellow if you’re on a diet, as they are known appetite stimulators. You’ll just end up frustrating yourself after giving in to the temptation. On the other hand, the color blue is the least appetizing color.

5. Do you know that there was a law prohibiting the use of a color? Early use of blue paint was so highly prized that laws existed as to what artists were allowed to paint blue. Jesus and Mary’s robes were usually the only accepted uses of the precious color.

6. Do you know that Chromophobia (also known as Chromatophobia) is the rare, persistent, irrational fear of colors? Some people who have this disorder will react strongly to certain shades or tones, while others will try to avoid color altogether. Some signs and symptoms are: nausea, dizziness, shortness of breath, feelings of panic, elevated heart rate and blood pressure, anxiety, light headedness, headache, and trembling. Effective treatment involves methods and techniques that include systematic desensitization and exposure therapy.



7. Do you know that the color yellow can cause nausea? That's why is avoided in airplanes. Also, pure bright yellow is believed to be the most irritating color due to its excessive stimulation to the eye. 

8. Do you know that Mosquitoes love blue? When planning to go on a camping adventure, better leave your dark-colored shirts at home unless you’re a mosquito lover. Research shows that mosquitoes are attracted to dark colors especially blue. So instead, wear light colored shirts and  loose fitting long sleeves.

9. Do you know that colours effect beards? It is believed that blonde beards tend to grow much faster than dark beards.

10. Do you know that colour doesn't exist? Yep, you heard it right! Colours is something created by our brains as a side-effect, they are just results when our brain desperately tries to make sense of the overwhelming amount of information it receives from the outer world. So, should you ever find yourself in a heated debate over color combinations with someone you are certain has an IQ below your car’s maximum speed or is just simply colorblind, keep in mind that it is a pointless argument and you should drop it immediately. You’re both wrong. Can you imagine if our brains are not functioning that way? Chances are, our world would probably look like a scene from The Matrix. So hooray for brains!

The Wow Factors

Wow Factors : A set of properties belonging to an object that pleasantly surprise a watcher. From commercials to cool electronics, the wow factor is an important thing to consider when designing it.

-Sources from Urban Dictionary

Truth to be told, everything could be a wow factor to everyone. From a good book to an awesome movie. From a fun fact of something you like to a chaotic situation in your life. Everything could make you go all 'WOW' mode. Sometimes it doesn't have to be a big thing that surprises you, like how when Iphone was first introduce to the world. It could be when you are imagining things like cars can fly like birds and such (which by the way, flying cars are real), or when you found a great scenery from the nature. To me everything is a surprise, the world is big, you may never know the world completely, because the world itself IS unknown. Why don't you try and find your own 'wow' factors?