Hey check this out.If you're a daily reader of New Straits Times i'm adamant that u had come across this article. The health article was tittled TAKE A PICK: STRONG BONES OR HEART???
Studies shown that drinking milk and taking calcium supplements can actually lead to heart attack.Its so pathetic.I've started drinking milk at a very tender age.From what i knew all this while milk is a healthy drink used to prevent osteoporosis and rickets. Recently i've been doing numerous net search about nurition and food for my EST. Our specific tittle for the EST project is "The Mystery of The Milk " . I'm actually planning to concentrate more about the disadvantages of the milk.So far my effort paid off. I've got 2 newspaper cuttings about milk and its diadvantages. We're actually doing the project in a group and my group comprises of Kavitha(leader), Khoo Iri and Nur Jehan. Its compulsary to have a Malay girl in each team. Despite all the haste and pressure in Form 4 I decided to indulge myself more to school's activities.I voluntereed to represent my class for the debate competition. Who knows one day i'll be the country's top debater....hehehehhe.....i'm just dreaming......sigh......
Friday, January 25, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
You know how some days the star and planets are just not really aligned and you feel nothing goes right for you?Woke up this morning at a haste.As usual I took a short bath and dressed up..first my bra,then my shirt,tie,skirt..zip it up.I felt there's something unusual.I inspected myself again bra,shirt,tie,skirt....what did i miss out???Ooppssss.... i missed out my camisole...gosh what must i do now!!!!!The only solution to my problem is to take everything out and get dressed up again.sigh!!!!!!!The rest of the day was of no good.........On the way to school, I was surprised to see that the road is so empty.When I reached school it was only 6.51....I'm so early today..and then i remembered something that .............one of us(prefects) were suppose to brief today.Nevertheless i convinced myself that the juniors will be the one briefing today..until Santhiyaa called out my name PEI ZHEN BRIEF POSITION 6 RECESS... Oopps speechless!The reason why i was told to brief its because i was busily chatting away with a frenz next to me.Position 6 ar.er.ar......I am really BAD at briefing for F&R.......Started off with the general duties. and then 4 statements...and what's next...er...ar..er.ar...feeling of panic surges through me....approximately about 8 pairs of eyes were glancing to my direction.......after a while ......i exlaimed i give up!!!!I was feeling both guilty and embarassed at the same time.....and then only i realised the reason why my briefing was not impressive......when the counsellors was briefing on tuesday and wednesday i came late for briefing.......arghhhhh.....a really unforgettable lesson....whats coming up next i was wondering..........after assembly we had a short gathering in the porch........when the gathering was almost done i can endure the heat no longer and eventually took out my blazer...i started walking until i heard my name being called..........PEI ZHEN PEI ZHEN AWAK PUNYA SKIRT TAK ZIp " a malay girl exlaimed........then my brain started to send an emergency signal throughout my body..I imediately craned my neck and see whether its true..hoping that it might be a January fool...nevertheless it was true and I quickly wore my blazer back to cover it up...sigh..sigh.....how can i be so unlucky today?????I went back to the class and did a short and quick prayer....and later thanks to kavitha,amelia,hannah and iri for helping me pin the hole up....although actually amelia was laughing.....the rest of the day was sighing and sighing and sighing until ss(which means self study) i went to 3S and along the way everyone was asking me about my insanity for wearing the blazer in such a killing weather.......Classes were so boring as usual....that i'd already adapted myself in this new class.....I don't know how to express my feelings happy and sad at the same time...I've been sobbing a lot lately mainly because of friends...........But now i'm already trying to accept the fact that i'm in a different class as them....Lynn and I have been talking a lot lately..........i hope everything will work out fine tomorrow.........i'm looking forward to going to Joanna's house tomorrow....speaking about Joanna there's something I heard that astonished me......but don't worry Joanna ...i'm not gonna reveal it down here....Can all of you leave some comments so that i'll know how good i'm doing..thanks a bunch : )
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Another man's folly!!!
.......He paid the price for another man’s folly.
One life gone, 2 people dead !
A mother is devastated, she is howling with pain, yelling all she can in that dark and dingy corner of her four by four kholi. There was nobody to hear her yell and not a soul to pacify her, because outside her shack is a long winding lonely road. There was no existence of mankind for miles and miles ahead. The wind was at rest, the leaves didn’t rustle and no resonance of a barking dog, silence filled the air. Loneliness was already killing her, but no one knows what made her cry?
Losing something you love with all your heart isn’t really the grief you can ever overcome. Radha lost her baby. Her only means to live. She saw her child getting crushed under a car in front of her own eyes. Blood was all over and the accident was terrible. One lonely night, she was walking down the street t get a breath of fresh air with her child cuddled tight in her arms. She walked a long time s till she saw the face of mankind (in the evilest form).
The whole time she walked with her child in her arms the only thing that worried her was Aryans (her son’s) future. What kind of a person will he be? Will he make me proud? How much light is life going to bring in his existence? She was imagining and feeling every day of the Childs growth, and what she had in store for him. But who knows what’s in store for us tomorrow, life can change in the splits of a second. Talk about destiny, all those dreams hopes and expectations were snatched away from her in an instant. Her smiles were frowns and her faith just crumbled, like a deal soul in a living, rather breathing body.
This is how it happened…. On that abandoned road, were a few streetlights barely sufficient? There was this one light that was visible from a distance, but as it came closer it got brighter and brighter. That light changed radha’s life into darkness forever. A speeding car came down that road, as if the driver had jammed the accelerator, cutting across the wind. He came at a speek of 110kmph throwing beer bottles out of his half open window. He was definitely drunk, the speed took everything in its path. Just then, there was a loud cry, and silence set in again. The cry of a baby and no sight of a child.
Ironically the mother wasn’t hurt, not a scratch on a body, not a bruise on her arm. She opened her eyes and didn’t she Aryan, her vision was blur. After a few minutes when her sight cleared up she looked all over frantically for her baby, but alas! There was nothing. Just then she noticed something about then feet away it was blood draining into the gutter’s, and pieces of minced flesh, laying there saying so much without saying anything at all. The blood of her baby, the child who hadn’t even seen life,
He paid the price for another man’s folly. The same little child whose future was just being planned.
Simple, don’t drink and drive. You could take a life, but kill a number of people.
One life gone, 2 people dead !
A mother is devastated, she is howling with pain, yelling all she can in that dark and dingy corner of her four by four kholi. There was nobody to hear her yell and not a soul to pacify her, because outside her shack is a long winding lonely road. There was no existence of mankind for miles and miles ahead. The wind was at rest, the leaves didn’t rustle and no resonance of a barking dog, silence filled the air. Loneliness was already killing her, but no one knows what made her cry?
Losing something you love with all your heart isn’t really the grief you can ever overcome. Radha lost her baby. Her only means to live. She saw her child getting crushed under a car in front of her own eyes. Blood was all over and the accident was terrible. One lonely night, she was walking down the street t get a breath of fresh air with her child cuddled tight in her arms. She walked a long time s till she saw the face of mankind (in the evilest form).
The whole time she walked with her child in her arms the only thing that worried her was Aryans (her son’s) future. What kind of a person will he be? Will he make me proud? How much light is life going to bring in his existence? She was imagining and feeling every day of the Childs growth, and what she had in store for him. But who knows what’s in store for us tomorrow, life can change in the splits of a second. Talk about destiny, all those dreams hopes and expectations were snatched away from her in an instant. Her smiles were frowns and her faith just crumbled, like a deal soul in a living, rather breathing body.
This is how it happened…. On that abandoned road, were a few streetlights barely sufficient? There was this one light that was visible from a distance, but as it came closer it got brighter and brighter. That light changed radha’s life into darkness forever. A speeding car came down that road, as if the driver had jammed the accelerator, cutting across the wind. He came at a speek of 110kmph throwing beer bottles out of his half open window. He was definitely drunk, the speed took everything in its path. Just then, there was a loud cry, and silence set in again. The cry of a baby and no sight of a child.
Ironically the mother wasn’t hurt, not a scratch on a body, not a bruise on her arm. She opened her eyes and didn’t she Aryan, her vision was blur. After a few minutes when her sight cleared up she looked all over frantically for her baby, but alas! There was nothing. Just then she noticed something about then feet away it was blood draining into the gutter’s, and pieces of minced flesh, laying there saying so much without saying anything at all. The blood of her baby, the child who hadn’t even seen life,
He paid the price for another man’s folly. The same little child whose future was just being planned.
Simple, don’t drink and drive. You could take a life, but kill a number of people.
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