Thursday, 24 September 2009

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    Tales from the Perilous Realm
    By J.R.R. Tolkien
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    The kitchen drain clogged up again.  There I was sitting on a low stool, peering down through the lifted drain lid into the darkness below, ready to sound the alert, while my mom poured clog removers, sodium bicarbonate, vinegar and hot water into the kitchen sink above, all flushed down with a sound dose of tap water.

      “Here it comes,” I’d announce.  The surface of the water was often dotted with oil droplets, which is a good sign, but seeing them get stranded on piles of…drain mulch as the water receded again was not an appealing sight at all.  My mom used an old chopstick to dig out the soggy mulch and I had the privilege of seeing them up close as she dumped them into the trashcan.  I can’t even begin to guess what all that blackish, slimy muck actually is (or was).

      After several rounds, the clogging seemed to have gotten better, but my mom’s arsenal began to run out.  The bottle of ‘fake’ vinegar ran out, and she began using her own cooking vinegar, but eventually she resorted to just pouring hot water.

      In the end, she finally decided to let the water drain overnight from the pipes so that the clog remover would be actually be able to reach the clogged region.  But dad absent-mindedly turned on the tap late at night to wash his cup, and again in the morning (despite having been told not to), and mom was prepared to give up. 

      She’s called the plumber but he can only make it tomorrow afternoon.  So today, she’s going to work at it again later and hopefully we won’t have to call the plumber.  You bet I’ll be there to serve as watch guard again. *wink*

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    Aim: To investigate the effectiveness of different methods in de-clogging a kitchen drain.

    Problem statement: What is the most effective way to de-clog a kitchen drain?

    Hypothesis: The most effective way to de-clog a kitchen drain is [fill in the blank].

    Variables: 

      Manipulated variable: Method used to de-clog the drain.

      Responding variable: Time taken for water in the drain to recede a certain level.

      Fixed variables: Height receded by the drain water, type of sink, length and assembly of the pipes

    Materials: cooking vinegar, sodium bicarbonate powder, tap water, clog remover

    Apparatus: the kichen sink and its connecting pipes (clogged), toilet pump, kettle, stopwatch

    Technique: The time taken for the drain water to recede to a certain level is recorded in order to calculate the rate of de-clogging (ROD).  This will determine the effectiveness of a certain method in de-clogging a kitchen drain.

    Procedure:

      1. 100g of clog remover is poured down the kitchen sink followed by 100ml of tap water. 

      2. After 3 minutes, the tap is left to run until the water rises up to the brim on the hole.  The stopwatch is immidiately started.

      3. The stopwatch is stopped once the water recedes round the first bend of the pipe and disappears from view.  The reading is recorded.

      4. Time is turned back until before the start of the experiment.

      5. 100g of sodium bicarbonate powder is poured down the kitchen sink followed by 100ml of vinegar.

      6. Steps 2 to 4 are repeated.

      7. 100ml of tap water is boiled in a kettle and then poured down the kitchen sink.

      8. Steps 2 to 4 are repeated.

      9. While letting the tap run, a toilet pump is used to pump out the clog from the kitchen sink for 3 minutes.

      10. Steps 2 to 4 are repeated.

      11. The results are tabulated in a table and the ROD is calculated as it's reciprocal, s −1 .

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    Oh, the beauties of science (and the eccentricities of its students).


Thursday, 20 August 2009

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    The World of Robert Jordan's The Wheel of Time
    By Robert Jordan, Teresa Patterson
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    My sister's convocation ceremony was last Thursday.  (Congratulations, by the way.)  'Twas amusing to see so many people dressed up like Merlin and yet speaking in such fluent and elegant Malay.  Particularly for one as fantasy-inclined as I am, those hoods were most tempting for putting over one's head, which of course isn't what they are meant for nowadays.

    Amidst a rigid and ritual-laden ceremony, one never fails to notice how numerous subtle reminders let slip of how times have changed since these ancient traditions were first formed - people not knowing which side to hang the tassel on, people who come late (for their graduation!), people who don't know how to wear their robe properly, as well as the almost comical appearance of technological gadgets such as handphones, cameras, camcorders...as well as earphones peeping suggestively out of people's collars.  Not forgetting the loss of functionality of those poor hoods, which now serve only to increase the weight of the load on the wearer's shoulders.  No, I'm not trying to be cynical; I'm just delightfully amused.

    Humans are, after all, beings which rely on ceremony and protocol in order to invoke the feeling that something important is happening.  And one's graduation is, in the end, one of those major milestones in one's life. 

Thursday, 30 July 2009

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    The Rowan
    By Anne McCaffrey
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    I happened to be rummaging through some 'old records' and chanced upon this school essay I wrote when I was twelve.  I must have been so proud that I got 25/25 for it that I actually kept it away most carefully.  All the rest have been (most ruefully) lost. 

    Here it is in full, mistakes and all (if you are really bored, you can try looking for the 6 very obvious mistakes):

    Malam itu, aku tinggal seorang diri di dalam kumar sendiri sambil membuat kerja sekolah.  Ibu bapa dan adik-adikku telah pergi menghadiri kenduri di rumah kawan bapa.

      Tiba-tiba, bunyi pintu rumahku diketuk bertalu-talu telah menganggu kesunyian pada malam itu.  Aku menyangka bahawa ibu bapa terlupa membawa hadiah yang mereka telah menyediakan ke kenduri itu.  Aku pun pergi membuka pintu.  Orang yang berdiri di depan pintu rumahku itu telah memeranjatkanku.  Seorang pegawai polis!

      Pegawai polis tersebut tergesa-gesa menyuruhku mengikutnya.  Aku berasa curiga lalu mula masuk semula ke dalam rumah.  Pegawai polis itu serta-merta berkata: "Tunggu!  Saya jelaskan.  Bapa awak terkena penyakit jantung dan sekarang berada di hospital."  Kemudian dia menunjukkan sijil polisnya untuk membuktikan bahawa kedudukannya bukan palsu.

      Aku segera melompat ke dalam kereta polis itu.  Ketika aku tiba di hospital, kelihatan ibu dan adik-adikku sedang menungguku di lobi sambil menangis teresak-esak.  Aku berlari untuk memeluk ibu.  Kami bersama-sama pergi tunggu ayah di luar pintu bilik kecemasan.

      Apabila doktor keluar dari pintu itu, air mukanya kelihatan murung sahaja.  Nampaknya ada berita buruk.

      "Maaf, puan.  Keadaan suami puan sangat sirius.  Jika tidak dapat menukar jantung dalam masa sebulan..."

      Ayah!  Aku tidak akan membiarkanmu mati!  Aku akan berusaha untuk mencari jantung untuk ayah.  Tunggu lagi, ayah!  "

    I have no record of the essay question.  But whatever it had been, this little essay of mine is so painfully typical.  I can't help but notice that I had this typical Chinese tendency of using certain common words too often (pergi, in this case).  I remember my sister reading another essay I wrote one year later and she had commented that I'd overused the word yang.  Do I still have this troublesome tendency?  I wonder... 

    Plus, my limited vocabulary at that time sure made for some hilarious effects (menukar jantung indeed!)

    *reminisces*

Sunday, 26 July 2009

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    Shakespeare in Love
    By Gwyneth Paltrow, Joseph Fiennes, Geoffrey Rush, Tom Wilkinson, Steven O'Donnell
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    There's this small little field that I pass by every day on my way to school.  Well, one fine morning a few months ago, I saw 4 ladies practising tai-chi.  It seemed pretty ordinary until I noticed that 3 of the ladies were Indian, and the one Chinese lady was standing in front of them as the demonstrator.  It was a very heartwarming scene and I grew accustomed to seeing every morning.

    This little group of health-conscious ladies have pleasantly surprised me on some occasions.  Once I noticed another Indian lady joining in, and I thought that the tai-chi health club was finally about to have an additional member.  Sadly, I never saw her again after that.  But the most amazing thing was this once when the Chinese lady was nowhere to be seen, and one of the Indian ladies was actually at the front demonstrating!  I inevitably felt a sudden surge of pride.

    Well, that's that.  I haven't been seen them these past few days, and I'm getting kind of worried.  Has the club disbanded?  Hopefully not.  Hmm...

    Oh, don't look at me like that.

Friday, 03 July 2009

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