Write a story about a recent experience with a dangerous insect.
Last night, my mummy stepped on a bee. She didn't see it because the lights were already switched off. The bee left its sting and venom sac in my mummy's foot and she had to pluck it out. My sister and I disagreed about the pH value of bee stings. Finally, Google told us it was acidic. So my mother put alkaline baking soda paste on her bee stung foot. Meanwhile, the dying bee was trashing on the floor. Steven trapped it in a piece of tissue paper and put it in a box. Fortunately, my mother proved not to be allergic to bee stings. She lives!
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
Monday, November 08, 2004
I wonder what everybody else is doing these days. Studying? Slacking? When I go too long without school, I automatically slip into holiday mood. I'm quite happy and relaxed these days cos it keeps raining and the sun hardly every shows up. I can feel Christmas just round the corner of the end of exams. My parents wanted me to go along with them when they go to Perth to settle my sister's living arrangements but I said no. It's immoral to spend the christmas season sunny places.
My family seems to be having bad luck this week.
My uncle quarrelled with my auntie (his sister) and overturned her sauce bowl out of spite.
My grandmother(mother's side) is having leg aches which make her very ad cos she can't go dancing with bad legs.
My mummy discover strange giant bruises on her arm which had appeared for no reason. She thinks they are blood clots and that she's going to die. The doctor has never seen something like that before and doesn't know what caused them. Investigation is in progress.
Abnormal white spots showed up on my grandfather's (father's side) lung X-ray. He's been coughing for a long time. Plus he's been smoking for decades. Please don't let it be the dreaded C. Screw the cigarette companies. The f**king MNCs. I hope typhoons, earthquakes and floods destroy factories that make such demerit goods. Natural disasters should wipe out unnatural things like that and leave the poor villages in China, Japan etc alone.
My parents discovered today that my grandmother(father's side) had been conned by a sweet talking sales ahlian into paying $3000 for a set of stainless steel pots worth $200 at most. Since March, she as been paying monthly installments of $200. Each time they came to collect the money, they duped her into signing an additional sales invoice for $2000. My grandmother kept this from everybody for a log time cos she was afraid that my street smart grandfather would laugh at her for being an idiot. And she kept signing the additional sales invoices because she is can read English and got very confused by the damned sales ahlian. Funny thing is, the exact same thing has happened to her before. She was tricked into buying such pots at an exorbitant prices a few years back. Clearly, she did not learn. Lots of old folks in her block got conned too.
**Please warn any old people you know who are left alone during 10am to 4pm. Such sales people operate during these hours when the younger working folks leave the elderly alone at home. The trick is not to talk to them at all because they are terribly persuasive and can confuse elderly people so much that they will sign anything. Surprising, the sales ahlian was not an illegal con person. The stainless steel company she works for is quite a reputable one: Vee Ek International Trading Co. Pte. Ltd. It is based in Bukit Timah Shopping Centre. However, their sales people are very mobile. My granny lives in Hougang. So do please warn the old folks you know, these "legal confidence tricksters" are out to get their retirement funds.** (My parents are filing a compliant with CASE but meanwhile, do watch out)
Dark and troubled times are these when the young prey on the old.
My family seems to be having bad luck this week.
My uncle quarrelled with my auntie (his sister) and overturned her sauce bowl out of spite.
My grandmother(mother's side) is having leg aches which make her very ad cos she can't go dancing with bad legs.
My mummy discover strange giant bruises on her arm which had appeared for no reason. She thinks they are blood clots and that she's going to die. The doctor has never seen something like that before and doesn't know what caused them. Investigation is in progress.
Abnormal white spots showed up on my grandfather's (father's side) lung X-ray. He's been coughing for a long time. Plus he's been smoking for decades. Please don't let it be the dreaded C. Screw the cigarette companies. The f**king MNCs. I hope typhoons, earthquakes and floods destroy factories that make such demerit goods. Natural disasters should wipe out unnatural things like that and leave the poor villages in China, Japan etc alone.
My parents discovered today that my grandmother(father's side) had been conned by a sweet talking sales ahlian into paying $3000 for a set of stainless steel pots worth $200 at most. Since March, she as been paying monthly installments of $200. Each time they came to collect the money, they duped her into signing an additional sales invoice for $2000. My grandmother kept this from everybody for a log time cos she was afraid that my street smart grandfather would laugh at her for being an idiot. And she kept signing the additional sales invoices because she is can read English and got very confused by the damned sales ahlian. Funny thing is, the exact same thing has happened to her before. She was tricked into buying such pots at an exorbitant prices a few years back. Clearly, she did not learn. Lots of old folks in her block got conned too.
**Please warn any old people you know who are left alone during 10am to 4pm. Such sales people operate during these hours when the younger working folks leave the elderly alone at home. The trick is not to talk to them at all because they are terribly persuasive and can confuse elderly people so much that they will sign anything. Surprising, the sales ahlian was not an illegal con person. The stainless steel company she works for is quite a reputable one: Vee Ek International Trading Co. Pte. Ltd. It is based in Bukit Timah Shopping Centre. However, their sales people are very mobile. My granny lives in Hougang. So do please warn the old folks you know, these "legal confidence tricksters" are out to get their retirement funds.** (My parents are filing a compliant with CASE but meanwhile, do watch out)
Dark and troubled times are these when the young prey on the old.
Thursday, November 04, 2004
A most thoroughly enjoyable day. Today, I sat for the first paper of the A Levels. I was absolutely delighted when GP was over. I'll never write another GP essay or do another comprehension exercise again in my life! Rhoda tried to spoil my good mood. She told me that I might end up a journalist writing such essays every day of my life. Bleah. No, that's not going to happen.
Then Jason, LL and I went to Bishan to eat at the foodcourt and loiter in the supermarket examining food and sharp little stainless steel fruit knives.
Then, I went home. As I stepped into the sheltered lift landing, it started to drizzle. By 2.30pm, the drizzle had become a downpour. My maid went down to the guardhouse to return an umbrella. I was watching TV when she returned and said that the road outside my condo was flooded. I rushed to the window and, sure enough, it was! It was like a river had appeared out of nowhere. Taxis, buses and cars were stranded in knee-high water. The water was reddish due to the sediments. I was so excited and bounced around looking for a camera. It was amazing! First time in my life that I've seen a real flood. I called LL to tell her the exciting news. She was very excited as well and asked me to call MediaCorp's new hotline and I did. The digital camera was able to capture only 2 shots before it ran out of power thanks to my idiotic brother who had to choose today to upload and edit photos. I grabbed 1 umbrella, 1 film camera and 1 brother and rushed downstairs to Kaypo.
Indian workers from the nearby construction site for the MRT circle line were helpfully pushing watery taxis and buses to dry land. A helpful Indian worker said, "Girl, taking photo ah? Take over there, got people walking in the water."
And so there were. His colleagues who were manoeuvring an almost floating bus to safety. Below, you can see the 2 pictures I captured with the digital camera and 1 I took with my phone's camera. The more interesting ones from the film camera will have to wait until my granny decides to get them developed.
In all the 4-5 yrs I've lived here, there as never been a flood. My grandmother's theory is that the ongoing works for the MRT circle line has something to do with it. Seriously, the damned Circle line construction works has been nothing but trouble. First, the Nicoll Highway incident and now, the Flood of November 2004 here.
Anyway, I'm interpreting it as a good omen for my Physical Geography Paper as there is a topic on Hydrology(floods). Cool.
Only regret of the day: My sister's exam papers ended late today and the floodwaters had receded by the time she came home. I would have liked for her to have been trapped at the flooded bus stop along the road. But, one can't have everything in life. You have to be happy with what you've got. And I am happy. Really, really happy. In well-drained Singapore, a flood is a rare and special event.
Then Jason, LL and I went to Bishan to eat at the foodcourt and loiter in the supermarket examining food and sharp little stainless steel fruit knives.
Then, I went home. As I stepped into the sheltered lift landing, it started to drizzle. By 2.30pm, the drizzle had become a downpour. My maid went down to the guardhouse to return an umbrella. I was watching TV when she returned and said that the road outside my condo was flooded. I rushed to the window and, sure enough, it was! It was like a river had appeared out of nowhere. Taxis, buses and cars were stranded in knee-high water. The water was reddish due to the sediments. I was so excited and bounced around looking for a camera. It was amazing! First time in my life that I've seen a real flood. I called LL to tell her the exciting news. She was very excited as well and asked me to call MediaCorp's new hotline and I did. The digital camera was able to capture only 2 shots before it ran out of power thanks to my idiotic brother who had to choose today to upload and edit photos. I grabbed 1 umbrella, 1 film camera and 1 brother and rushed downstairs to Kaypo.
Indian workers from the nearby construction site for the MRT circle line were helpfully pushing watery taxis and buses to dry land. A helpful Indian worker said, "Girl, taking photo ah? Take over there, got people walking in the water."
And so there were. His colleagues who were manoeuvring an almost floating bus to safety. Below, you can see the 2 pictures I captured with the digital camera and 1 I took with my phone's camera. The more interesting ones from the film camera will have to wait until my granny decides to get them developed.
In all the 4-5 yrs I've lived here, there as never been a flood. My grandmother's theory is that the ongoing works for the MRT circle line has something to do with it. Seriously, the damned Circle line construction works has been nothing but trouble. First, the Nicoll Highway incident and now, the Flood of November 2004 here.
Anyway, I'm interpreting it as a good omen for my Physical Geography Paper as there is a topic on Hydrology(floods). Cool.
Only regret of the day: My sister's exam papers ended late today and the floodwaters had receded by the time she came home. I would have liked for her to have been trapped at the flooded bus stop along the road. But, one can't have everything in life. You have to be happy with what you've got. And I am happy. Really, really happy. In well-drained Singapore, a flood is a rare and special event.
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31 October 2004 Halloween. Celebrated Halloween for the first time in my life. It was a spur of the moment thing. My sister found a pumpkin in the kitchen and wanted to make a jack-o-lantern. So she bargained with my mum to obtain the pumpkin (we had to eat pumpkin for dinner). We carved the jack-o-lantern together. I put some dried rose petals (used for rose tea) inside to make it smell good and named the pumpkin Rosy. Then, we used scrap paper to decorate the outside of our home. Hubert helped too.
Rosy the Pumpkin
Rosy the Pumpkin
Outside Decor
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