This is a dictionary, or more accurately, an electronic dictionary. It has a hard black cover and nice screen and little keys inside. It translates many other languages, including English. My mother bought it for me when I graduated from 5th grade in Chinese elementary school. She thought if I had any problems with English in the school, I could help myself with the dictionary. I used it a lot in 6th grade because this was my first year in ISKL. In ISKL, people use English everywhere. Teaching, learning, reading, listening, talking, and the books, the bulletins are all in English. This is totally different from my previously school (A Chinese school in Shanghai, China). They only had English in English text books. Even in the English class, people were still speaking Chinese. I was absolutely strange about this place but I got used to it pretty soon. I started to borrow the books form the library. I always gave it a long "holiday" and fully charged its battery. Now it became my best friend on reading books, I love my dictionary!
This is a flash drive, but some people call it thumb drive, too. Like its name, thumb drive are just as small as someone's thumb but it can also has a great volume of information storage. I have a special emotion and memory with thumb drives, since I was small, when I first know what a computer is, when I saw my mom using a thumb drive, I decided I have to get a thumb drive for myself. Now, I've been using 5 thumb drive. The funny thing is, all of my thumb-drives cannot live for very long. The first and second were small-capabilities, one was 128MB and one was 256MB. They are the two who are still alive except the second one is a bit too "old". The third one is covered with leather, 2GB, enough for my daily usage, but when 6 months later since I came to ISKL, something happened. One Friday, I accidentally left the thumbdrive in the pocket of the school short and I just went for computer. That night I washed the short without noticing my thumbdrive was inside. Before washing, my dad even asked me "Do you left any thing in the short like money or phone?" And I answered with confidence "No, of course NOT!" Then I started to wash, in the middle I felt there was something hard in my pocket and I took it out and -- my thumb drive!!! I screamed out loud and my parents all went to see what's happening. My dad was criticizing me for not careful and my mom got the hair-drier tried to dry it. And the miracle was, it was completely out of dangerous. It didn't die and the info. was not still there. I was so happy until two weeks later, when I was trying to do a project in Humanities, the computer suddenly shows [The Computer Cannot Open the File]. At first I thought the computer was error and I unplugged and replugged it, but the computer than shows [The Drive Did Not Format] and I started to worry about this. The result was, it is completely out of use. I was so sad! Not only because the thumb drive, but also the file inside it, I needed it for my project! After this evidence, I learned one thing: Never put your electronic devices into the pocket of your shorts that is going to be washed. After infinity Sorrys, my dad finally gave me another 2GB one, it was red and has rubber protecting the core, you can also make it a bracelet. At first it worked very well and I liked it very much. But one day after a after-school-activity, when I got on the school bus, I realized that it was gone, there was no sign and it just gone. The second day, I tried my best to find it but it was useless, oh my god, that was my forth one! I was almost mad with them! I was scared to take any other of them to the school. After the summer holiday, I re-picked up some of my confidence and promised to protect the thumb drive well if I can get another one, my parents agreed. So this is my fifth one, the one I am still using, it is the same type as the red one but this one is white. Now I've used it for a month and it is still brand-new. That's all about my flashdrives and one most important thing, I like my thumb drive very, very much!
"20,000 Leagues Under the Sea" is one of the famous science fiction by Jules Verne. This book is talking about in the year of 1866, there was a "Sea Monster" attacking the ships in the sea and the US government decided to form a assemble to capture the mysterious "Creature". A French marine biologist Professor Pierre Aronnax, his loyal assistant Conseil and a Canadian fisher master Ned Land were invited to join the assemble and they all agreed. They traveled a long time and finally found the creature. During the battle, three of them fell into the sea. They noticed that they were just on the creature and its made of hard metal, it's not a marine creature but a submarine named Nautilus. They also met the submarine's creator & captain Captain Nemo. They followed Captain Nemo and traveled almost the whole world with the submarine the Nautilus. I love this book, I read it more than 10 times and the books seems to be so old because I always flip the page.
Monday, 12 September 2011
My Name
Yijia Yan, this is my name. "A serious and good man." No fancy words or deep meanings, ordinary just like a drop of water in the ocean. The name made me think about the number "1". There were 5 ones at the my time of birth and it makes me to throw my full effort every time to get the best, the first place. The color gray, is another thing I always think about. The name is very normal just like the color grey, so ordinary that no one were going to mention.
Yijia Yan, a simple name in China, but there was a great story behind it. My name "mission" didn't start until my mom has been pregnant for 8 months. Before that, my dad always used the excuses like "I have got business." or "I'm busy." or something else to avoid it. Is making my name really that hard? Since then all my grand parents, and also my dad went to the library searching for the words that have deep meaning for my name. But at last, the words were either too deep, or too hard to write. Finally, my mom gave me the birth on October the first which was China's national day. It suppose to be a happy day but unfortunately, I still didn't have a name. That's when my dad gets hot-headed, the nurse was pressing on dad to think a name to fill up by birth certification. All in a sudden, the lightning of wisdom flashed through my dad's brain. "Yan Guoqing" (Celebration of nation), it sounds like an old dirty tractor booming with black smoke but dad thought that would be a good name for me. I cried so hard ← a little confused here. do you mean as a baby I cried so hard??when I heard that name and successfully kicked that name out. Then, the real lightning finally flashed across my dad and he gave me the name "Yijia". That's how I get my name. When I became bigger, I asked dad for the meaning. "Both my and your mom's name have got an one inside, the capital one in my name was too hard to write so I just gave you the one with only one draw," Dad replied, "And also I want you to be a good man, so I gave you "Jia" for good. Simple, but nice." Yijia Yan, "Be a good man", simple, but nice.
Yijia Yan, a tricky name, most of people can't pronounce it well and some used it as a tool to tease me. I am not a vegetarian but I don't like ducks, especially salted ducks. Why? Because I was a "salted duck"! Because of the pronunciation of my name, I started to be teased in my elementary school. One day, a guy in my class who likes joking gave me a "nickname": "salted duck" because that's really close to the sound of my name. At first, I didn't care about these people but gradually, more people started to call me "salted duck" and that really annoyed me. I wanted to fight back but it seems there were no weakness about their name. That made me thought my name was the worst one in the world, I wanted to change a name, whatever another one, but when mom and dad asked me what I want to be called, I suddenly got no idea. So I kept my name and still now. Once upon a time, I almost fought with someone. That was one day in G3 at lunch break, the one guy who I don' really like started to calling my nickname once and once around me annoying like a mosquito and I was just kept quite and do my own work. But he didn't stop, he kept buzzing around, finally I was at the max point and when I was just going to explode, teacher came in. In that time teachers were like the kings and all the students were like the slaves, no one wanted to get into some troubles even they hated the teacher so much. So both of us sat down quietly and started reading books acting like nothing just happened. Teacher didn't not know and "war" and every one was safe. The next day the guy apologized to me initiatively and I also forgave him. I gradually got used to my nickname and I didn't care about them anymore. My nickname kept till the end of grade 5, when we were going to be separated. The classmates said sorry for calling my name and said they did it as a joke. Yeh, joke. But it really made me sad when I was young. Maybe that's why now I am so patient and calm when people pronounce my name funny like "Asia" or "Yijei".
Yijia Yan, that is my name. It’s ordinary, it’s hard to pronounce and it may let others tease me. But, it contains the best wishes from my parents, it leads me towards success and the most important is that it tells me how to behave myself. Yijia Yan, a simple but nice name, is just perfect to me.
Yijia Yan, a simple name in China, but there was a great story behind it. My name "mission" didn't start until my mom has been pregnant for 8 months. Before that, my dad always used the excuses like "I have got business." or "I'm busy." or something else to avoid it. Is making my name really that hard? Since then all my grand parents, and also my dad went to the library searching for the words that have deep meaning for my name. But at last, the words were either too deep, or too hard to write. Finally, my mom gave me the birth on October the first which was China's national day. It suppose to be a happy day but unfortunately, I still didn't have a name. That's when my dad gets hot-headed, the nurse was pressing on dad to think a name to fill up by birth certification. All in a sudden, the lightning of wisdom flashed through my dad's brain. "Yan Guoqing" (Celebration of nation), it sounds like an old dirty tractor booming with black smoke but dad thought that would be a good name for me. I cried so hard ← a little confused here. do you mean as a baby I cried so hard??when I heard that name and successfully kicked that name out. Then, the real lightning finally flashed across my dad and he gave me the name "Yijia". That's how I get my name. When I became bigger, I asked dad for the meaning. "Both my and your mom's name have got an one inside, the capital one in my name was too hard to write so I just gave you the one with only one draw," Dad replied, "And also I want you to be a good man, so I gave you "Jia" for good. Simple, but nice." Yijia Yan, "Be a good man", simple, but nice.
Yijia Yan, a tricky name, most of people can't pronounce it well and some used it as a tool to tease me. I am not a vegetarian but I don't like ducks, especially salted ducks. Why? Because I was a "salted duck"! Because of the pronunciation of my name, I started to be teased in my elementary school. One day, a guy in my class who likes joking gave me a "nickname": "salted duck" because that's really close to the sound of my name. At first, I didn't care about these people but gradually, more people started to call me "salted duck" and that really annoyed me. I wanted to fight back but it seems there were no weakness about their name. That made me thought my name was the worst one in the world, I wanted to change a name, whatever another one, but when mom and dad asked me what I want to be called, I suddenly got no idea. So I kept my name and still now. Once upon a time, I almost fought with someone. That was one day in G3 at lunch break, the one guy who I don' really like started to calling my nickname once and once around me annoying like a mosquito and I was just kept quite and do my own work. But he didn't stop, he kept buzzing around, finally I was at the max point and when I was just going to explode, teacher came in. In that time teachers were like the kings and all the students were like the slaves, no one wanted to get into some troubles even they hated the teacher so much. So both of us sat down quietly and started reading books acting like nothing just happened. Teacher didn't not know and "war" and every one was safe. The next day the guy apologized to me initiatively and I also forgave him. I gradually got used to my nickname and I didn't care about them anymore. My nickname kept till the end of grade 5, when we were going to be separated. The classmates said sorry for calling my name and said they did it as a joke. Yeh, joke. But it really made me sad when I was young. Maybe that's why now I am so patient and calm when people pronounce my name funny like "Asia" or "Yijei".
Yijia Yan, that is my name. It’s ordinary, it’s hard to pronounce and it may let others tease me. But, it contains the best wishes from my parents, it leads me towards success and the most important is that it tells me how to behave myself. Yijia Yan, a simple but nice name, is just perfect to me.
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