My newfound love: Starbucks Coffee

Not am I only an ardent devotee to the chocolate gods but I’ve also had a special place for coffee. It’s been my companion on those long lonely nights spent over tombs of physics, chem and bio texts. It sat there in my favourite cup and shook and kept me awake while reading a novel that I couldn’t put down (there were many of those).

Tonight while browsing through the supermarket Starbucks’ chilled Frappuccino caught my eye. They never had those before and I needn’t a second more to linger; I grabbed one and made for the cashier. It was ironic because it was only a couple of hours ago I came across Thomas’ blog post (the one I just re-blogged) that had cited Starbucks as a pro-gay company, for that I ran back and got a second one.

I’ve yet to see a Starbucks where I am, and I think it would be a dream come true (I’m not that obsessed, erm … really). I’ve never been to any of their branches before so it was a treat to have these goodies. It was simply Continue reading

Princeton Review’s Cracking the SAT, PR’s 11 Practice Tests, and Dr. John Chung’s SAT Math

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This week I’m giving away all of my old SAT I study guides, so I thought I’d write a review for each of the ones I used to bring up my book count for 2012 share some insight on the helpfulness of certain ones. I used the 2011 version of Cracking the SAT by Princeton Review Publishing and the 2011 version of 11 Practice Tests for the SAT & PSAT, also by Princeton Review Publishing. In addition to those two, I read through Dr. John Chung’s SAT Math.

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Life Isn’t Fair… But You Can Be

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I’m not the kind of guy to get involved in high school drama. However, today, it happened. I won’t go into detail, though you can combine Glee (without the music) and Gossip Girl (without the attractive men) and you’re pretty much there.

Also, I ended up crying in a bathroom stall.

But this post isn’t about high school drama. Because that stuff is boring and brainless and I actually would feel guilty for going in-depth about it when there are people like this guy out there. This post is about something I learned in school today.

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Random Word Ramble Wednesdays

Hi all! As I wouldn’t be on every single day I won’t be able to post Word of the Day daily so to make it up I’ve come up with a new post series called ‘Random Word Ramble Wednesdays’ which will feature a different word every Wednesday and I’ll write whatever comes to my mind inspired by that particular word.

Two things gave share the credit of giving me this idea but actually one of these is a person a friend and fellow blogger, Thomas, whose extensive vocabulary and admirable writing skills inspired me to improve mine. The second is that the fact that I love words and I have this beautiful dictionary brimming with them, almost so full that they just might fall of the pages, so why not befriend them, why not make use of their purposeful existence?

But how? I should write them of course, write anything really, the more random the merrier! But I can’t keep them to myself, no, so I’d love to share it with you guys, but how? Why do I have this blog for, silly me!

What I’ll do is flip through the dictionary and either choose a word at random or pick one that calls out to me, but sometimes I will have more than two words or more in one post, but I’ll let you guys know. Now I’ve began to ramble and I haven’t even began with today’s word, which so happens to be:

Drudgerynoun. hard or dull work (Pg.284 Compact Oxford Dictionary and Thesaurus Third Edition)

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Mai had no choice but to endure this drudgery and do what she must with a smile, and no less, plastered on her icy but deceptively soft face. A face with lines mapping its once handsome landscape, now weathered with years of neglect and hatred.

But alas! The lass was no older than the ripe age of seventeen but Mai looked, felt,and possessed such a knowledge about the world and its people and their ways beyond her years.

She kept telling herself that she couldn’t give up, it was too late for that now. Mai cannot let her parents’ sacrifice count for nothing. With those wretched people she was unfortunate enough to call family whom she simply cannot allow to make her life a living hell anymore. When she’s finished with the lot of them they wouldn’t be able to show their faces to anyone ever again and remain hidden in their cramped up dark little hole for the rest of their miserable lives.

Oh but of course, in the process of carrying out her revenge there is a good chance of falling flat on her face and they’ll make sure that she’ll never see the light of day again. But it is a chance she must be willing to risk if she wanted to discover the truth, however ugly it might be, and if … if there’s a chance – the slightest chance – that her little brother is still out there somewhere … she has to take that chance.

In her mind’s eye she saw him standing amidst a bustling faceless crowd clutching his tattered teddy bear, which had once been hers, close to him and his innocent dark eyes frantically searching … waiting … for her. Mai gathered herself up, with her jaw set with determination and whispered to herself, “Can’t leave him alone. Can’t give up,” though softly spoken the words echoed around her spartan room, empty.

” Can’t give up,” she repeated, the cogs in her head beginning to turn. They’ll be sorry, very sorry for this injustice when she delivers unto them her personal brand of justice …

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I know it’s already Thursday when this was supposed to be a Wednesday post but I got held back, I’ll try to be on time next week though:) As for this little, um, essay I know it’s unfinished so I’ll leave it to you to think up what happens to Mai, her struggle against her tyrannical relatives and her pursuit for the truth about herself and the mysterious circumstances under which her parents had died, and her quest of finding her brother. What do you think? I’d love to hear you feedback on this :)

Peace out, my friends.

100,000 Views! And the Meaning of Love, Via Harper Lee

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100,000 views! When I saw that statistic exactly two weeks ago, I was ecstatic. And I still am! It’s not that the views themselves matter that much, it’s more that all the effort I’ve put into this blog has accumulated into an actual, tangible result. Of course I don’t ever think that writing on this blog is a tedious task – trust me, I would write all the time if I could, as it allows me to learn more about myself as well as receive feedback from others. Thank you so much to all of my regular readers, especially those who comment! I appreciate lurkers too, as I know how busy this time of the year can be.

Speaking of business, I must apologize again for my not-so-regular posting lately! I have been swamped in schoolwork and studying for exams and being busy with other obligations – my views…

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