Oil and Water

You know how oil and water don't mix?

Oil is less dense than water, so oil will float on top of water. This video demonstrates that very clearly.

We use the analogy of oil and water to describe people or ideas that just cannot get along, to convey that concept that the two things are innately incompatible.
But oil and water can mix. My makeup remover uses this concept to remove my waterproof makeup. All you have to do is shake the bottle hard and for a while, oil and water mixes together and works in harmony to remove my makeup with minimal effort. Pretty impressive for two innately incompatible liquids.

I'm sure you've seen it before too. Petrol spilled on water, creating iridescent colours, like molten rainbow. Again, the contrast between incompatibility and harmony is clear; in fact it is that incompatibility itself creating the beauty and harmonious colours.

I'm sure people are like that too. That's why they say "opposites attract", but perhaps it should also say "opposites complement each other". What is lacking in one is present in the other, and the two opposing nature's working together creates a whole new harmony.

But then again, my sister and I are complete opposites and we fight all the time, so perhaps not all opposites work very well together?

The Massacre

Note: I apparently wrote this way back in 2008, when I was facing the national exams in my final year of high school. So please excuse the excessive drama :P

The Massacre.

There was a massacre

In school

In the classrooms

Thousands were dead

They were massacred

Eerily…silently.

There were no screams

No stench

Just the quiet sigh

Of last breath

Escaping.

The Grim Reaper walked past

Footsteps echo

Papers in hand

Eyes straight ahead

Blind to the dead.

Yes, it was exam day.

The day that our

brain cells

were killed.

A Diagnosis of Love (for medics)

A patient comes in complaining of palpitations and dyspnoea (shortness of breath). She also mentions that occasionally she gets chest pains (stabbing pleuritic pain). 

Past medical history: Had asthma in childhood, but has been well for the past 3 years with an occasional attack once a year. 

Drug history: None. Tried paracetamol for the pain but didn't help. 

Family and social history: Lives alone, working as a nurse. No major illnesses in family. 

On examination, she is tachycardic (130/min), but otherwise fit and well. No other signs is observed. During history taking, she mentions that her palpitations get worse when she is with a certain person or talking to that person, and her chest pain worsens when that person looks happy with someone else.

Diagnosis: LOVE.

Treatment: ?

Doorknob

He has the most peculiar nose. It's really long, but it doesn't grow straight forward, it bends over to the right. His skin colour is very nice though, a sort of burnished coppery gold. 

He's not very young, probably as old as his house, and the years that have passed have left their marks on him, dulling his radiant complexion, but he insists to remain useful to others despite his age. 

He may seem cold at first, but once you get a firm grasp on him, he'll warm up to you quickly. He doesn't talk much, as if he's got a lock on his mouth, but his funny little nose can twist up and down, and that always makes me chuckle a little, so he's quite a pleasant man to be around.

Who is this "he" I'm talking about?

My Doorknob.

Shower

I stood there, every muscle in my body rigid, almost snapping under the tension. 

I could hear the blood pounding in my ears. 

Every drop of water falling sounded like a meteor hitting the ground. 

Every second felt like eternity. 

I took a deep breath. I knew I couldn't stay there forever. 

It was a risky move, and I knew that one small mistake could mean death, but there was no choice. It's now or never, I told myself. 

Screwing my eyes shut, in a flurry of movement I simultaneously pressed the off button and literally vaulted out of the tub into my towel. 

Bracing myself and gathering my courage, I did it.

I got out of the shower.

(P.S. Only people suffering from the freezing cold weather will understand this. My dear Malaysian family and friends, you can stop scratching your head.)