Acidic~ Excerpts
Saturday, April 08, 2006
[Chris]
29th February 2004
I've got to see that counselor again. Such a shame that she did not join an acting company. I thought my mum was brilliant enough with acting, but this counselor is unbeatable. Seriously. Look at the way she plasters on that smile whenever she sees my mum and I. Just listen to that "Shayne, thanks for sharing" every time I leave the counseling room, even when I am damn sure that I said no more than ten words. There is also "Oh I understand" whenever I respond to her bombardment of questions such as "How's school?" and "How are things at your side?" with "sucks". Like she really cares. I recently figured that the trick to saving saliva is to wait for her long list of questions, then simply answer with one word: sucks. It satisfies her, someway.
Such a waste of time, these counseling sessions are. The only thing these sessions ever did for me was to get me excused from those "co-curricula activities" and "class bonding sessions" that some peeps make us go for. Yes, I am actually enrolled in a school; I am a man of surprises. The founder of the school must have felt rather hungry. Gave it the name of a German sausage. Who'd name a school "Kratzi High"?
Not that I care, nor do I even go to school everyday. I only go for chemistry lessons. It is actually the only useful thing that schools teach these days. Gone were the days when they would fiddle around with hammers and wood blocks. I mean, defence is a necessity and needs to be created. Its art needs to be learnt. Isn't creativity what schools are trying to promote? Chemistry involves just a few simple steps: get the chemicals home, mix them, find the most suitable mixtures for various purposes, and then use it. Very importantly, the correct mixture must be used for the correct purposes, so that its performance level can be stretched to the optimum. For example, you will not be using ammonium when you want to set a house on fire; instead, you will be trying to increase the carbon content or the oxygen flow of the fire. Understand how certain materials weaken under the stress of heat and voila, the house comes down.
Yes, it comes down in a beautiful crash. I will make such a crash resonate in this neighbourhood! How I gleam at this thought. The cops will come rushing in but alas, I shall be gone in the twinkle of an eye. I am invincible. Yes, my vision will turn into reality soon; I can smell it...
Oh, dread that stupid phone call. This counselor never fails to nag. We cannot even be an hour late. No, we cannot; she rings us up to get us there at 3.30p.m. when the appointment only started at 3p.m.. Such a waste of my time. Mum does not even care; why should I? But I do not like inspectors barging into my room like what happened the 3rd time I was late and we did not answer the phone. I'd better make a move now. How much counsel can one offer for someone who just took a couple of holidays that "worried your mum and dad"? Worried my foot. I bet they were rejoicing with the increase of space at home. These people are beyond my great understanding. Well, I was never really great with actors or actresses.
[Catrine]
29th February 2004
Ha. They got the forecast wrong again. Yesterday they gave the wrong forecast to the newspaper boy newsreader newscaster. Serves them right for not listening to me. Proves that the computer is screwed. Heck to jumbling up the information from our satellites; I've the experience.
Tomorrow: Rain clouds thinning in the central, wind driving clouds away to the north, sweltering hot weather down in the south. Fair weather at the east. They gave the newscaster something else again.
I'm jotting down my forecasts in black and white so that I will always know my brilliant forecasts and show them how right I was. I tell you, at this rate we're going, we are going to get sued by the public for forecasting the wrong weather one too many times. Never mind, I shall just say that I did make the correct forecast and yet no one listened. I have done my job.
Predicting the weather is so great! Every time I'll get my forecast right and can tell those stubborn heads that they got theirs wrong. Ha... At least I can foretell what's to come when it comes to weather; my son Chris is another matter altogether. Totally unpredictable. Like what I sometimes joke about in the weather station; If you can't predict the weather, leave it be. But we weather forecasters never got down to "leaving it be", or else our heads will be rolling. However, I can safely leave the boy alone and he'll be fine. He is not for me to control anyway. Humans are humans, made to be free instead of being caged up like zoo animals.
I'm taking a nap. Dinner will come later. Heavens knows why they need "mother and son" bonding every counseling session. Heck.
[Chris]
1st March 2004
Brilliant. The Egg's house is going down. All those extra exercises that she always threatens me with are going to become nothingness. For goodness’s sakes, chemistry is not about drawing idiot molecules and looking at how many valence electrons they have. Those people have lost the meaning of chemistry.
The egg knows perfectly well that combustion can best be encourage with a constant flow of oxygen, yet she has so smartly constructed a patio with large doors leading to it. The wonder of her design is that her stairwell is just right behind the doors. Such a wonderful constant supply of oxygen can reach her stairwell. The beauty about that location is that the main supports of the building are all supporting the four corners of the stairwell. The stairs come down, the main supports down, then finally, the whole house! And her house can't get any better. The flooring is parquet! Imagine; such a wonderful expansive source of fuel. So there egg; that's chemistry put into good use, not just wasting time staring at worksheets.
Now just one more thing to do before tomorrow's mission: I'm gonna try to figure out how to reach a very high unpiloted ignition temperature in the shortest time possible. Victory is coming at midnight today. 23 more hours to go; I can make it by then.
This is my full story, not any excerpts or anything. excerpts is part of my title.Titles are quite a big bother sometimes. PleasePleasePlease comment/critique/critic/compliment. my 3rd installment for the english portfolio 2nd draft. pathetic eh.. and no one, not a soul has comment on Search, which is my FIRST installment. 2nd one is too pathetic to put up even though it's 2nd draft is done.
oh btw, I owe my research to
http://www.azobuild.com/news.asp?newsID=1554
http://science.howstuffworks.com/fire1.htm
for tips on how to bring a house down.
29th February 2004
I've got to see that counselor again. Such a shame that she did not join an acting company. I thought my mum was brilliant enough with acting, but this counselor is unbeatable. Seriously. Look at the way she plasters on that smile whenever she sees my mum and I. Just listen to that "Shayne, thanks for sharing" every time I leave the counseling room, even when I am damn sure that I said no more than ten words. There is also "Oh I understand" whenever I respond to her bombardment of questions such as "How's school?" and "How are things at your side?" with "sucks". Like she really cares. I recently figured that the trick to saving saliva is to wait for her long list of questions, then simply answer with one word: sucks. It satisfies her, someway.
Such a waste of time, these counseling sessions are. The only thing these sessions ever did for me was to get me excused from those "co-curricula activities" and "class bonding sessions" that some peeps make us go for. Yes, I am actually enrolled in a school; I am a man of surprises. The founder of the school must have felt rather hungry. Gave it the name of a German sausage. Who'd name a school "Kratzi High"?
Not that I care, nor do I even go to school everyday. I only go for chemistry lessons. It is actually the only useful thing that schools teach these days. Gone were the days when they would fiddle around with hammers and wood blocks. I mean, defence is a necessity and needs to be created. Its art needs to be learnt. Isn't creativity what schools are trying to promote? Chemistry involves just a few simple steps: get the chemicals home, mix them, find the most suitable mixtures for various purposes, and then use it. Very importantly, the correct mixture must be used for the correct purposes, so that its performance level can be stretched to the optimum. For example, you will not be using ammonium when you want to set a house on fire; instead, you will be trying to increase the carbon content or the oxygen flow of the fire. Understand how certain materials weaken under the stress of heat and voila, the house comes down.
Yes, it comes down in a beautiful crash. I will make such a crash resonate in this neighbourhood! How I gleam at this thought. The cops will come rushing in but alas, I shall be gone in the twinkle of an eye. I am invincible. Yes, my vision will turn into reality soon; I can smell it...
Oh, dread that stupid phone call. This counselor never fails to nag. We cannot even be an hour late. No, we cannot; she rings us up to get us there at 3.30p.m. when the appointment only started at 3p.m.. Such a waste of my time. Mum does not even care; why should I? But I do not like inspectors barging into my room like what happened the 3rd time I was late and we did not answer the phone. I'd better make a move now. How much counsel can one offer for someone who just took a couple of holidays that "worried your mum and dad"? Worried my foot. I bet they were rejoicing with the increase of space at home. These people are beyond my great understanding. Well, I was never really great with actors or actresses.
[Catrine]
29th February 2004
Ha. They got the forecast wrong again. Yesterday they gave the wrong forecast to the newspaper boy newsreader newscaster. Serves them right for not listening to me. Proves that the computer is screwed. Heck to jumbling up the information from our satellites; I've the experience.
Tomorrow: Rain clouds thinning in the central, wind driving clouds away to the north, sweltering hot weather down in the south. Fair weather at the east. They gave the newscaster something else again.
I'm jotting down my forecasts in black and white so that I will always know my brilliant forecasts and show them how right I was. I tell you, at this rate we're going, we are going to get sued by the public for forecasting the wrong weather one too many times. Never mind, I shall just say that I did make the correct forecast and yet no one listened. I have done my job.
Predicting the weather is so great! Every time I'll get my forecast right and can tell those stubborn heads that they got theirs wrong. Ha... At least I can foretell what's to come when it comes to weather; my son Chris is another matter altogether. Totally unpredictable. Like what I sometimes joke about in the weather station; If you can't predict the weather, leave it be. But we weather forecasters never got down to "leaving it be", or else our heads will be rolling. However, I can safely leave the boy alone and he'll be fine. He is not for me to control anyway. Humans are humans, made to be free instead of being caged up like zoo animals.
I'm taking a nap. Dinner will come later. Heavens knows why they need "mother and son" bonding every counseling session. Heck.
[Chris]
1st March 2004
Brilliant. The Egg's house is going down. All those extra exercises that she always threatens me with are going to become nothingness. For goodness’s sakes, chemistry is not about drawing idiot molecules and looking at how many valence electrons they have. Those people have lost the meaning of chemistry.
The egg knows perfectly well that combustion can best be encourage with a constant flow of oxygen, yet she has so smartly constructed a patio with large doors leading to it. The wonder of her design is that her stairwell is just right behind the doors. Such a wonderful constant supply of oxygen can reach her stairwell. The beauty about that location is that the main supports of the building are all supporting the four corners of the stairwell. The stairs come down, the main supports down, then finally, the whole house! And her house can't get any better. The flooring is parquet! Imagine; such a wonderful expansive source of fuel. So there egg; that's chemistry put into good use, not just wasting time staring at worksheets.
Now just one more thing to do before tomorrow's mission: I'm gonna try to figure out how to reach a very high unpiloted ignition temperature in the shortest time possible. Victory is coming at midnight today. 23 more hours to go; I can make it by then.
This is my full story, not any excerpts or anything. excerpts is part of my title.Titles are quite a big bother sometimes. PleasePleasePlease comment/critique/critic/compliment. my 3rd installment for the english portfolio 2nd draft. pathetic eh.. and no one, not a soul has comment on Search, which is my FIRST installment. 2nd one is too pathetic to put up even though it's 2nd draft is done.
oh btw, I owe my research to
http://www.azobuild.com/news.asp?newsID=1554
http://science.howstuffworks.com/fire1.htm
for tips on how to bring a house down.
