Popularity Contest?

We had elections for class government today. But can I call it an election? Shall we call it a popularity contest? Because what is it, but a popularity contest? Sure, you might not vote for your friend if they really suck. But, otherwise you would. Then again theres the other factor. No, not experience, not talent, not skills, not any of those. Your speech. If you make it funny enough, people will vote for you even if your speech doesn't have anything to do with anything. This is the basic process. You arrive at the auditorium, sit down, fall asleep, catch a word or two from each speech, and then wake up and vote for your friends. It's all about popularity.

Color me beige

You won't believe what scientists are up to now. They're talking about the color of the universe. Apparently it's a beige-like color which is very similar to white but not quite white and so on. And they used to think it was pale turquoise? Does it really matter? NO! Check out this depressingly boring news article at http://www.abc.net.au/science/news/space/SpaceRepublish_499599.htm

Drip-free Tea?

Well apparently someone really bored who sits around at home pouring cups of tea all day and studying physics and engineering at the same time has invented something. The drip free teapot, yes, that's right, the drip free teapot. And no, things could not get more random. I don't recall the last time I had tea dripping everywhere when I was trying to pour tea, then again, when was the last time I did pour tea. Anyhow, that teapot looks like you could stab someone with it. Check it out at http://www.abc.net.au/science/news/stories/s542849.htm

Newsbites!

Taking the cue from many other bloggers. I'm going to put some news that I find really weird or interesting on this site. Especially when I have nothing really to say or complain about :D.

Hurray 4 blogging!

I really love this blogging. How I can put my thoughts down. My anger and annoyance. And then it doesn't seem so bad anymore. It feels good. Like a diary or a journal. It's very healthy :P You should blog!

un-F***

I've been thinking about it. And maybe I'd like to take back what I said in that entry, the one titled F***. Because I've realized that swear words ALWAYS offend somebody. I can't believe how casually some people use it when it can be so offensive. Excuse me for saying this word, bitch, but so many people have been using it so carelessly. And it really is so offensive. So, I was wrong.

Priorities, priorities, priorities

I've been running for president of my class lately. And sure, I'd really love to get elected. But what really is more important? Getting elected, or your friends? It makes me sick to hear from others that one of the people running against me has been saying things about me behind my back. That makes me sick and sad. Somebody get that person's priorities right! I'm not going to say that person's name, because that would be attacking that person like that person is attacking me.

Parents

Yeah sure they love you, but do they always show it? Yeah, they care about you, but do they always show it? Sure, go ahead and call this some stage of my life. But I've got to complain about it. About these parents who demand respect, but oh-so-often don't give it to you. About these parents who can't just say, I'm wrong, but find some other argument that doesn't make sense. About these parents who won't let you correct them or tell your side when you're in trouble. About these parents who want everything THEIR way. About these parents who think everyone should get straight A-pluses. About these parents who seem to think everything you do is wrong. You might think all of this is too extreme, even I might. But I think about the time when me and my brother were just messing around when I slammed my back against a corner of a cabinet and I fell down on the floor groaning in pain. I felt temporarily paralyzed. I had my breath knocked out of me. I actually felt scared for my life. My mom sat there and shouted at us. Like she always does. When we fall down or trip, she laughs. Went we get scratches, she complains. I'm sure she cares, a lot, but can't she show it? And I just thought I'd mention, although it might seem racist, but this seems to be more true with Chinese parents because of their culture, where parents should be treated with the uptmost respect and are always right. There is even a Chinese saying that parents own their children, in the sense that when the child gets hurt, s/he is damaging the property of their parents.

Discipline

Yes, sounds like something bad. Maybe some rules. Or maybe a lecture. But everything's about discipline. Like writing in this blog. I'm sorry I haven't written in this blog for such a long time. Even if I might be talking to just one person, Sol. Maybe it's because I don't have the discipline. Or maybe it's because I have nothing to write about. And that can't be, because there are so many things on my mind. Maybe it's because I'm too scared to write. Posting my feelings on the web for everyone to see? That can be scary. But this writing is great. It's like some outlet for my anger and annoyance at things. But I've taken out the whip, and whipped myself. I need some discipline. And now for what I've been thinking about writing the past few days, but didn't know if I should.