Tom Robinson's Trial song

Going to try. If this is not successful I'm going to do the article. The league of nations from history song inspired this. It is also from ABBA mamamia.

In "to kill a mockingbird" the Ewells made a claim
Their daughter was "raped" and a black man should take the blame
Tom Robinson, seemed to be the culprit
Few in town, wanted to doubt that
very statement,
It was because of racism.

Atticus was sent to defend this man
He wanted a fair judgement to be dispensed wo-o-oh

Tom Robinson, he was wrongly blamed
My My the result would probably be the same.
Tom Robinson was in a plight
Atticus hoped the truth would be brought to light
The blacks were lower (social status) than the ewells
like they were to be damned in hell.
Sadly the trial did not go his way

When the trial came it was a time of lots of tension
Atticus took the witnesses and the victim to mention
Where were all of her injuries
What hand bob wrote with,
and all about mayella life
Atticus had a solid defence

When Tom was questioned he made an error
He felt sorry for a white superior wo-o-oh

Tom Robinson, was a mockingbird
Unable to give anything but goodness
Tom robinson, trapped by his own humanity
How he wished that there would be equality
Sadly the jury was unfair
with evidence they still didnt care,
They still pronounced him guilty

The mockingbird's habitat

Without all the scientific stuff, let me launch myself into an explanation about the mockingbird's habitat.



Mockingbirds are small birds that have this strange (maybe not for birds) habit of mimicking sounds from other birds or insects. They chirp loudly and often continue for a very long time. They do not come together, they are territorial birds It is that small, and fluffed up, they seem... cute. During their mating season, male mockingbirds in order to attract females sing night and day. Mockingbirds do not give anything but goodness? Thats wrong. They peck at anything that comes near. How is that goodness. Thats aggressiveness.



Moving on, mockingbirds according to this website lives in open country with thickets, farmland and desert brush. Or bushes or trees. This is specifically to the northern mockingbird, but the northern mockingbird lives almost anywhere within the USA. which means also Alabama, and somehow Maycomb. Maycomb is in alabama which has a lot of rain throughout the years and has four seasons. A countryside area would hardly have any skyscrapers at that time, so mockingbirds would come during the summer, which is part of their mating season. They eat ants beetles, grasshoppers, berries and seeds, and during summer the berries and seeds ripen and there are more ants and grasshoppers. Basically, summer in maycomb (Alabama) conincides with the mating season of the Mockingbird, and Maycomb is in the countryside where there are many trees and bushes for the mockingbirds to nest in, and they have plenty of food. No fauna is needed to attract mockingbirds. They are not attracted to sweet smeeling flowers, and all they need is a random tree to nest in.

thinking night

thinking night = stay up heheh



now a weird topic, thinking about myself.
( It may be a little rambly, but note that these thoughts just pour out of my mind)

To me, thinking about myself and my actions is like watching a movie about my actions, without the popcorn and the comfy seat. Like right now, example, am I really typing a blog post in the middle of the nighthe, am I just seemingly putting in my version of whatever i am doing right now? Am I really there? This is further emphasized by sudden events that may cause grief or extreme happiness. I may not just realise I am there, doing whatever I do, and then do something recklessly, thinking it is all unreal. When some really bad things happen and I hide in my bed, I really wonder if I am in this world or not, and I star t to space out. Could I really be in some theater watching my own life story? No wonder why people need reality to sink in, like some people who win millions in a lottery (wish i were that lucky) or others who lose 5 of their family members in a freak accident (ouch) Sometimes I even wonder if I am really living, and experiencing the fun of being alive and such, and experiencing boring events (like the event that we are forced to go to five times a week -- just kidding) But thinking about myself allows me to reflect, and not wonder if im in a movie everytime. So thinking about myself is in essence me in a stand up theater watching through the character eyes a movie and thinking, should he be doing that and such. What a weird post. Brr

About Jia Chin's blog

Ever noticed that Jia Chin writes regularly about death and such? Ill try to do a post about that topic right now.

The old man hated life more than ever. When was it? When did he actually have silence? When was he able to reflect and recount on his past experiences? When was he ever alone? He thought of a plain meadow, wind, sunshine and above all , silence. He would be happy there. He dreamed of the scenery, the perfectness of it all. However, every few seconds, a loud horn, a sudden shout, a police car wailing, all these would snap him out of his own universe. That was it. After 10 years of slowly detioriating health and state of mind and tolerating such noises, he decided to make a choice. Silence. That was all he wanted. Total Silence. After 10 horrible years of hearing the ugliness of the human toungue, every shout, every argument, every insult as an act of viciousness, he had enough. His heartbeat became more rapid. I would end all the suffering. His already frail body was shaking. Silence. That was all he wanted. Total Silence. He was already dying. Somehow, he mustered the strength to sit up and look at the photo of him at a farm in Austrailia. It was so carefree, so silent. He was happy. Then, something in his heart broke. He flopped back onto the bed. He saw a glimpse of how happy he would be in the farm, in the meadow with peace and quiet. There was a instinctive struggle for life. He had... to .. go there one more... time...to experience the feeling again...
The old man died happy, in his bed in his apartment. Silence. That was all he wanted. Total Silence. That day, he grasped it in his hand. The old man hated life more than ever. Now, he had total silence.

Long time ever since I wrote something in my blog

So, its a long time since have ever wrote something in my blog.

So maybe there are 3 things I want to actually write about.

Maybe not three. maybe more.

Soo lemme ask a question. Why do you think my class 1I1 is like.. screwed?

Is it because of Pilman?

Is it becae of my laptop keyboard being not sensitive?

Is it me??>?>>?>?>?

Is it the not so accurate marks??

Firstly about Phimann. His MSG is like 6++ and however from 1 he pulls the average MSG down 5.67/26. Doesn't seem a lot but also remember that usig MSG to compute insead of marks reslts in ths
using marks and MSG
subject Mrks MSG
eng 62 4
chinese 58 5
IMath 58 5
LSS 72 2
IS 58 5
IH 70 2

The maks average is 63 which is 4++ and the MSG?? 3.8333333333333333333333333.
lawl...

ergh
I don'twant to talk about philmann anymore.
But if you want t know m compuer keyboard can do the job.
Maybe not..

chaos theory

Maybe because my english ace is totally maxed (if projects day is included) but this blog is half dead. So I think that there is a way to revive this blog. Lemme write a pointless chaos theory.
All because of a pea:
The time is 9.30 am at the Brunch Club and a guy is eating a plate of corn, diced carrots, mashed potatoes, chicken and peas. Wait... peas? I forgot to tell you, that guy is allergic to peas. Narrators never tell you EVERYTHING. So the poor guy realises even with his specific order, a pea got into his mashed potato. His face begins to swell, and he begins to froth at the mouth. Struggling to even breathe, he topples the table, stunning the crowd. A waiter rushes forward to help him, and (what are the chances of that) slips on the plate sending pieces of chicken, corns and carrots, and a slab of mashed potato flying and hitting someone's wine lamb rump flambe. As it seems, the cook does a somersault and the plate in his hand, catches all of it skillfully onto a plate. The gas stove is still there. That could have caused a fire. He twirls it professionally and sprinkles garnishings of parsley and herbs, and a dousing of sauce. All is saved. Now you may be thinking what was used to cook the flambe? It can't be over the fire right? You are correct. The wine and sauce was in a metal pan, which the plate hit into the curtains. Wait a minute, isn't the pan hot. Yes, it's hot enough to burn... And so as the people are wowed, the fire spreads across the curtains and hits the gas stove, creating a small explosion and coincidentally, the Japanese restaurant right beside it, seperated by a wall opens its doors unaware of the danger next door. It uses tatami flooring... Yes, thats wood that burns easily. And if you haven't guessed, the Japanese restaurant is lit like a candle. Now there's really chaos. Everyone is running out, and the worst thing is there's a gas station and the internet hub that supplies the server that lets anyone use transmitting devices or the internet. Less said, theres a boom, a big boom. The people have evacuated, but the internet hub is devastated. No more internet so............................................................................................. but I'm not there, my internets not affected. Now the astrology space center is shrouded with rushing ashes and smoke. Not good. They are having a launch and from the control, they can't see the rocket. But the launch continues anyway. They fail to notice a safety latch is not on... The rocket fires with a blat sideways. Communication is cut off with the rocket due to the destruction of the internet hub. Now thats bad... The rocket is piloted by a greenhorn on his first expedition. Its his last one too. The rocket has to make a round to get back on course, but it runs out of fuel, hitting a communication satellite. It falls back to earth and reactivates a dormant volcano, which causes a lava flow, breaking through a dam, causing a inland tidal wave. If thats not good enough, the volcano spurts out so much ashes it blocks the sun for hours, and a sole flying solar powered plane suddenly loses all four engines and crashes into the sea. It takes a mere wreckage of a plane to tap a subducting plate, and it snaps up a good 50m. Nothing happens. The end. Or is it? A small wave rushes along and as it gets to shore, it swells up to 5 times its size 250m. That has to leave a mark. Then the rocket crashes into the earth's side, knocking it into the course of the sun. The world gets hotter and finally everyone dies. The real end.

And next, if you don't think this is a blog prompt, in India, from the look of it during NIC, to go organic is healthy. Organic food has just less pesticide and is more naturally made. It does not mean organic is healthier. Well the people in this line of business never advertised organic being healthier. On the subject of health enthusiast or health freaks I believe I like healthier, like a health enthusiast . Althoguh not as serious, I like to control my eating habits.Like recently, I didn't eat any cake as I thought it would be fattening. And I don't eat chicken skin or put anything on a salad. I believe when health enthusiast becomes health freak is when they take it overboard and start overexercising or fussing over 1 or two calories, or taking only one product because it has less sugar fat or salt. Being healthier will help you lengthen your life. Just don't take it overboard.

Shanghai: English as it is broken

Grammar, spelling, most of this.

Going to Shanghai gives you a huge variety of english mistakes.

Lets say:

I found this at the airport. And at a retail factory outlet.

Same retail area. Shanghai is not really known for its english.

This was at a park.

The one on the left is a sign for renting electronic boats in a lake.