What Saint Seiya Gold Saint are You?

You are Aquarius Camus. You control the 11th Palace and are one of the Strongest Saints. You have a Student named Crystal Saint who taught Hyoga. You are covered in Darkness and hidden motives but always had favor towards Hyoga even though you forbid him from seeing his mother. All of Ice is at your very Fingertips and you are the second closest person to master the Absolute Coldness. You Served Athena with all your Heart and show little emotion.

这世上有两种人。

一种人在家里畅所欲言，受到保护；到外边时渐渐学会保护自己。

另一种在家里如临大敌，唇枪舌剑，从中吸取经验教训，学习如何在外边保护自己。

我想古代的智者勇者要一但跟我妈打过交道，那他们对人类是否拥有智慧和理性的信心肯定要打个折扣。他们被不接纳他们的社会判了刑送上死路，可以在临死前说：“愚昧的人们啊，希望你们早点儿清醒！我依然爱你们！”要是被我妈判了刑，啧啧啧，这可比死难受得多了。他们的一生恐怕就毁在她手上了。到了被折腾至死的那一刻，肯定无论如何也说不出来“我依然爱你”那种话。古代的恶妻以性格强悍的女人形象在男尊女卑的社会里起喜剧性的作用，现在呢？造成家庭暴力的有多少是丈夫的凶狠、多少是妻子的唠叨呢？（这不是反问句。我真的不知道，也不知道怎么猜。）是现代化和妇女解放运动造成的结果吗？不对，象我妈那样的人，要她受教育受思想解放等下辈子吧。老死也是个农民式的思想模式。不过话说回来了，中国文学写来写去写得最生动最具真实感的也都是农村文学。你看看那一篇篇描写农民的人际关系、所闹的别扭、办事的方法，直至那种浓郁的让人恨得牙痒痒的有理说不清的氛围，应用在我妈的处世方式上简直再恰当不过，简直呼之欲出。说明了什么呢？要是说明了我妈代表的是中国的国魂那不挺好吗？Okok挺好挺好。就这么说吧，把一个农村的国魂误置于只有城市没有农村的新加坡之中，结果造成其失魂落魄了。

唉，那么长时间没写blog，一写又是对我妈的怨言，真是...我曾经看到一个作家说：“母语是搞创作的原动力。”母语者，母亲之言语也。我现在发现这是句真理。

The Reasons Why K-ing is Bad for Singing

After YF's "Do's and Don'ts in Karaoke", I'd like to give my own little advice about the "don'ts" to karaoke at all. Yes, say no to karaoke unless you are going with lots of people such that you do more talking than singing. In that way you may have fun without paying the price of damaging your voice.

1. You sing while sunk deep into the sofa, with stomach, diaphragm all wrung together. Try projecting your voice in that position.

2. From your sunken position more often than not you look up at the screen, straining your neck and throat muscles. That's no way to sing man. Just look at i tenori.

3. Your real voice gets distorted through the mic. You can't hear the pitches properly. You can't hear yourself properly really.

4. Rooms are smoky.

5. Rooms are cold. When cold you lose control over muscles to produce the desired pitches.

6. Snacks given are exactly of the kinds that hurt the throat. Do you eat roasted, crunchy, salty snacks when you have a sore throat?

Chpt 5

There was silence for a while. A few beavers turned to look at the story-telling trio. Turtle was a little mesmerized by the turn of events. Even Toad failed to summon his usual good-natured cheer. Still he asked, "But then... how did you guys manage to esc..."

There was a loud crash. "The truck gates!" Beaver hopped off the bed and exclaimed. A stream of beavers were already heading out of their sleeping quarters into their workplace. "The truck gates - they are open. I wonder what happened." Beaver rapidly joint his compatriots. Turtle and Toad threw a glance at each other and followed. They got to the back of the dewormification unit, where a huge panel of louvered gate was thrown up, and parked outside, in an expanse of glittering snow against a rapidly darkening horizon, was the delivery truck that Turtle saw in the morning.

It was nearly 7.30 now. Turtle had no clue if the truck had any business here in IME. The driver was a mouse in grey overalls and a beige-coloured hat, which turned out to be one half of the shell of a pistacchio nut turned backwards. The taper made it look like a French beret. "You'll never believe this folks!" He exclaimed as he jumped out and approached the company in strodes. His countenance was pale and, with the exclamation, it turned from a worried and strained look to one of relief - relief for finding someone to talk to finally. The beavers apparently knew him well, as he who had direct daily contact with the dewormification unit probably knew his present audience. Driver Mouse shook off the snow on his overalls and combed his head from ear to mouth with his forelimbs before jumping onto the conveyor belt to talk. His pistacchio hat fell off but apparent the news was too important for him to care. The news, as it turned out, was indeed important. But the telling was executed in no more than a squeak and Turtle had to stretch her neck out long to hear what was going on.

"I got up at 3 pm and was headed to the warehouse. On my way, I went to my usual hangout to grab a mouth of cheese. It's no joke driving this thing across the snow half the night and up this slope too. Why do you guys work up here, really? But anyway where was I? Oh yes, the cheese. And I heard the strangest thing I've heard in a long while. These two ducks sitting at the table next to mine - they were saying stuff so loud that just about everyone's within earshot. They said they saw strands of GOLDEN hair in the room they stayed the night."

There was a murmur in the crowd. Toad was fascinated, but didn't forget to remind Turtle under the breathe, "We don't see gold in this land." Turtle frowned and replied, "Yeah, I know THAT." There was a pause as Toad took one look at her and then said with a deadpan face, "Cool." Meanwhile the mouse was going on amidst mounting curiosity of his audience. "And so they were! Golden hairs they produced, about a dozen of them, as we gathered all around to take a better look. They were real thin but kinda wiry, and you can say almost of the same exact length. Who do you reckon could have come to our land?" There was a silence as everyone anticipated some sort of answer. But then Driver Mouse started to appear embarrassed because he apparently had none. An open-ended question mistaken for eloquence. Instead he hurried on with the real story, as his countenance fell again, being reminded of what he was about to tell, "Well that was just the first strange thing I came across today. I should've known today was no ordinary day man.. As I got to the warehouse, I waited a good whole hour for the foreman to appear. That was most unusual, really! And he appeared just to tell me... to tell me..." His nervousness mounted as he finally drew a breathe and broke the news, "That there's no sand. For tomorrow. At least."

Turtle then knew that the mouse was the delivery man of IME's raw materials, and he did night shifts to deliver by dawn. She could see he was saying something else but the crowd broke out and drowned his already barely audible squeak.

"What do you mean!?"

"Why, is there no work for tomorrow? We haven't been told.."

"And you came all the way..."

But soon there were voices that went "No wait - he has something to say! Hear him out! Hear him out!". And the crowd fell silent once again, each eagerly anticipating, eyes gleaming in the twilight.

Driver Mouse took to his narration again, which was really coming to an end - "They said they haven't got no sand for me. The sand...'s been stolen."