Personal Feelings-Restraint

     The clock clicked and curved continually in back of my classroom. The teacher in the front arched her back, silhouetted against the gloom and doom dawn sky. As I lay face downwards on the table, a strange feeling came about, why am I myself? Why can I feel myself rather than others, that is, What am I? I keep wondering. As the old saying goes “Man is not born to solve the problems of the universe, but to find out what he has to do; and to restrain himself within the limits of his comprehension.” I didn't agree with the latter sentence, indeed it rendered me to think it a poor consolation. On the contrary, I found it calming to unfold an unaware life question. However, under recent circumstances, we were extremely restrained by all kinds of external factors and our internal thinking was lost to time.

     Like us, there are a diversity of substances which were restricted in its variations or actions. When a massive bob, suspended from a pivot without friction, is released in a simple gravity pendulum experiment, it will swing back and forth at a constant amplitude whose period will be restrained by its line. When forward chemical processes proceed at the same rate as their reserve reaction, which is called chemical equilibrium, it is due to the force of constraints such as concentration, temperature and pressure. The only way to unshackle was obviously to break its restraint. Changing temperature in order to destroy the equilibrium or stretching cords to slow down its period. I didn't come into existence to be mentally repressed by either parents or teacher, instead, this is my epoch to create.

     Although the same question has continually revolved around in my mind, I assure those who restrain their desires for philosophical thinking, they need but unfetter their mind and new vistas will dawn before their eyes.

TRANSFORMERS STORY SEQUEL

      A few weeks ago, I was just like you, an ordinary high-school nobody, coasting through a pedestrian existence until I met him, a 1976 Chevrolet Camaro, and my world was changed forever.Some two weeks previously, I, Samuel James Witwicky, received my  first car from Dad. It was a dilapidated-looking roadster but was quiet beautiful and in fact a super-cheap one. To my shock, it had been stolen that night unexpectedly. I was thinking about four thousand dollars that just drove off, and being forced to get it back. While my reluctant tracking paid off, I reached a rural factory, and made a groundbreaking discovery. I thought it was probably the greatest discovery in the history of mankind that there were aliens among us. I saw my car transform into a robot and it seemed that it was communicating with something out in space. 

     

      Then I got arrested by the police, who mistook me for a car-thief, after my call to 911. While I attempted to explain what had happened, the  officer just vacantly assumed I was on drugs. Mojo abuse? What? Those are my dog's pain pills! When I finally got back home on the following day, I saw my car return itself, he has been stalking me! Initially, I thought it was the Satan's Camaro coming for me, and the only thing I could do then was to escape. I quickly slipped away with my grandma's bike. Fortunately, I bumped into a cop once again, but while I tried hard to ask for assistance, the squad car he was driving just transformed to a giant robot. It interrogated me, “Are you username LadiesMan 217? Where is eBay item 21153? Where are the glasses?” using such eerie screechy  violin voice. Misfortunes never come singly. I fled again, and ran into another person, my crush Mikaela. Suddenly, my Camaro arrived on the scene, opening the front door which made me feel like he wanted us in. In other words, was he now a missioned angel that endeavored to save us? I avoided this complicated subject and just rushed into the driver's seat as well as pulling Mikaela in next to me. Here came The Fast and the Furious.

      In the process, my car drove automatically and had done many thrilling maneuvers in order to ditch the monster. Eventually, we reached an old factory in a sparsely populated place in which they began their battle, rendering us terrified by seeing giant droid fighting. Afterward the cop-robot sent a creepy robot to attack me, giving rise to my taking off my jeans so as to escape for the third time. Fortunately, Mikaela was not the aim, and she found a power saw to sever its head. Looking back to the robot death match, the remaining of the two was my Camaro in transformed state. Here came a question, who was he? “Definitely Japanese, only they can produce such a super-advanced robot.” I thought. And I recollected hearing the cop's talking about my eBay page, so I used English to ask him, because I was deficient in robot language. The answer arrived from his build-in radio, I speculated, but the words weren't enough to unshackle me from my confusion. He transformed back to a car and opened the front door, asking in reply “Any more questions you want to ask?” The final answers seemed to be the destination, but where? I strangely cherish a strong feeling of high adventure and guts, perhaps I'll feel infinite regret fifty years from now if I don't get in the car. Then, I sat in the front seat with Mkaela.

      

      We drove through the night at a peaceful speed, and stopped on a deserted street. Four brand-new cars, including a semi-truck, an ambulance, a jeep and a sport car as well, arrived here and transformed. I finally realized they were autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron because of one's explanation. They're Optimus Prime, Jazz, Ironhide, Ratchet and my car Bumblebee, which are called Autobots for short. Though Bumblebee was a distantly unknowable creature to me, he really gave me a powerful hand in chasing after a gorgeous girl, Mikaela. 

      

       Despite forming a strong attachment to her for a long time, she first became acquainted with me by my driving her home shortly after I bought the Camaro. The car duly played some love music, that is to say, he was trying to render the atmosphere romantic, revealing my affection towards her. Right after the successful acquaintance, we were both sucked into the robot war, and my guardian-car Camaro, also known as Bumblebee, significantly served the purpose of escorting me. As he drove automatically, Mikaela had no alternative but to squat down uncomfortably   in the only space between the two front seats. Here came my opportunity to ask her whether she would like to sit in my lap. Perhaps she wanted to change her position as arising in all probability from the influence of discomfort. The answer arrived in only one word – why? This was a real toughie obviously directed at me because she knew it was just my petty pick-up line and the you-will-be-more-comfortable saying definitely won't work in nine cases out of ten. So I said I had the only seat belt from a safely-first perspective, trying to guard myself from her suspicions of my impertinence. Undoubtedly, she was yielding to my request as she had begun moving on my lap and said some ironic praise for my clever, smooth move. Bumblebee was over calculated to please in general. Oh, I love my car! But my life has been put in jeopardy since his appearance.

      The reason why Optimus Prime has had to come is that he must find the All Spark before Megatron, the leader of the Decepticons, who betrayed the empire, Cyberton, once a powerful but placid and just realm. All  resistance to Megatron was destroyed, giving me likewise a thrill of horror. The All Spark was a cube filled with extreme power, great enough to consume a star which was the fate of Cybertron. Megatron used it for evil, engrossing himself in holding the imperium of all stars and worlds, desiring to command over the galaxy. And so began the war. Fortunately, the war between Decepticons and Autobots has resulted in the loss of the Cube that eventually was buried deep in our planet Earth. No sooner has it reached to Earth, than Megatron followed it but finally crashed-landed before he could retrieve the Cube. While my grandfather Captain Witwicly found him, he accidentally activated his navigation system that imprinted the location of the Cube on his glasses, which are still for sale on my eBay page. Ratchet said that if the Decepticons found it, they will use its power to transform Earth's machines and build a new army, and the human race will be extinguished. There is a fine old saying that commonly exists throughout the world, “Keep your breath to cool your porridge.” I turned a deaf ear to the lines and managed to meet the challenge. I just heard the bell of war ring out.

TRANSFORMERS STORY

If we are not alone, who, or what else, is out there? Is anybody listening? Life on Earth may have begun with a bang, when microorganisms hitched a ride on a comet or asteroid and crash landed on our planet. Finding themselves in a mild and watery world, the single celled organisms could have slowly evolved into the rich and varied life forms that exist today. Single celled organisms are just one example of life that might exist in the depths of space. There could also be intelligent life out there, way beyond our own solar system – Transformers.

Differing from our original speculation, there have already been aliens among us, but we have yet to know it. Nowadays, far away on the planet of Cybertron, a war was being waged between the noble Autobots (led by the wise Optimus Prime) and the devious Decepticons (commanded by the dreaded Megatron) for control over the Allspark. Not only is it a powerful energy, but also a map of The Matrix which could propel the Energon, a solar energy-absorbing system.

Trace back to 10,000 B.C, The Primes were seeking the sun through the universe, following rules that they could not destroy a sun which sustains life. The Fallen, among other primes, wanted to own The Matrix; thus he betrayed the oath by killing ancient humans. The battle for Earth has only just begun.

In the depths of the Sahara Desert in Egypt, the primes, except for the Fallen, buried themselves along with the Matrix, hiding and protecting it from the Fallen. No sacrifice for the right is complete without hopes, which will lead to victory. One such hope is the offspring, Optimus Prime, who has determined to fight for weak－all human beings－by pulling together with the noble Autobots. Nevertheless, the vicious Decepticons, aliens which wanted all ultimate power for evil rather than for good, haven’t forgone their searching for the Matrix and the Allspark.

Megatron, commander of the Decepticons, who was able to transform into a variety of objects, including cars, trucks, jets and other technological creations, blasted off in search of the Allspark while the Autobots managed to smuggle it off the planet. He eventually tracked it to the planet Earth circa 1850, but what with an intense desire for power and a lack of patience, he dropped right into the Arctic Ocean and lay frozen in a paralyzed state.

After stumbling upon his frozen body in 1897, explorer Archibald Witwicky accidentally activated Megatron's navigation system and his eye glasses were imprinted with the coordinates of the Allspark's location. The incident signaled the Decepticons, shattering the quiet completely. Yet the Allspark had already been moved by Sector 7, a secret government organization, into Hoover Dam in order to mask its energy emissions and the still- frozen Megatron had been transferred to this facility and was being used to advance human technology through reverse engineering. However, a lack of ingenious supposition and distant surmise about what had been discovered led them to give the office to a group of Decepticons – Blackout, Scorponok, Frenzy, Barricade, Starscream, Devastator and Bonecrusher – who landed on Earth clandestinely and assumed the disguise of Earth vehicles. Their missions mainly revolved around finding Megatron and Allspark. All humans were facing an imminent threat of death since the infamous robots were going to take anyone out they saw.

Reference
1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transformers_(film)
2. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0418279/

LIFE

    Surrounded by nothing but solitude, frustration and pressure, we are living under tragedy and heartbreaking things that constantly keep popping up in one's life which lead to mental breakdown and taking drugs to hallucinate in order to escape from gloom. What's the use of living if you cannot feel alive? Although we have had difficulty getting through our life, there's a strong incentive that will support us forever – hope, gold plated pipe dreams in particular. As a consequence, we all remained and felt alive, as well as having confidence to face further mishaps in the generations to come.

    But where can we find the so-called hopes in modern society? In my personal feeling, a vividly imagined world is a place where hope could be generated. For a movie geek like me, it is quite easy to have fantastically crazy goals, because of the story lines in all kinds of films. For instance, Tony Stark, the main character in Iron Man, was so intelligent that he created Iron Man to save the world, created a stir in the meantime. Most important thing in the real world is to create a large amount of money. Will I be “Iron Man” someday?

    Currently, though a lot of people are criticized for the consequences of lacking human value, they still turn on those who trust them. Eventually, it has torn relationships apart, them apart and me apart. But whatever happens, that's just a short period of time that we'll definitely meet in our life.

Personal Feeling-Temper

    Something terrible took place in our class two weeks ago, and it has turned the relationship of students and teachers on its head. One of my friends had a harsh physical conflict with our gym teacher. While student's lack of moral ground and bad attitude or teacher's vigor went beyond normal, they had a fight, as a result, all of the teachers won't instruct and be concerned about the class as hard as possible to avoid clashes. The domino effect will generate the decline of educational quality. Saying sorry was just a temporary escape from the worries of tensions, all we should do was find a way back into our original good tempers and habits.

    But how? Although we believe human nature is good, acquired learning and environment have more influence on us. In day-to-day frustration, reiterating learning, introspection and execution, we will eventually get some intelligence and the ability of having a good mood to face problems and collisions in the future. Endurance is also important in modern society, but differs from cowardice.

    Anything can start over, don't give up so easily before trying hard, and don't vent your anger on anybody.

CS vs. CSS

    “Fire in the hole,” says a soldier from Counter Strike, which has now blossomed into an international gun-fighting game. The server has been flooded by gunners with AK-47s and the shooting craze has only just begun. So let’s get caught up in CS together and shout, “Go! Go! Go!”

    Previously, CS was a traditional computer game that less people knew about. Nowadays, it has caught on quickly and continuously with a large numbers of teams, such as XGamers and Final-Fantasy, each of which work hard to pursue the championship of the WCG (World Cyber Games). As well as the Olympia, WCG makes players have an intensive shooting training throughout the world.

    In the last few months, there was a new form of CS, it was designated Counter Strike Source (CSS). Comparing CSS with CS, we find out some incredible improvements: First, you could slit a body to see blood spilled all over the floor as you kill them. Second, everything visible can be explored or fired at. Even so, CS still has 60 percent more players than CSS.

My Stories- Space Academy

If we venture out to the very edge of our universe, what would we see? Where does the universe end? And how will the universe end? Depending on our brilliance and the most advanced technology, the cosmos will soon be explored altogether. Now, why not take an epic voyage across the universe in—Space Academy.

Last summer, a Boeing 747, along with me, took off from Taiwan for Los-Angeles, passing through about 12 hours of dazzling time, and then arrived in Houston. The sun smiled at me and the people there welcomed me, what a beautiful summertime! I wanted to cash in on this golden opportunity traveling in America by making the most of this camp, a conscientious learning attitude was indispensable. So let’s go to Johnson Space Center.

In the beginning, our teachers had us learn about three laws of motion, which lead to the structure of two-stage rockets. Here came our assignment, to use two balloons, a string, a rubber band, some paper clips and tape to make a two-stage rocket. There were no consistent ways, but the only answer was obvious, collaborating together. A long time had passed; the first solution appeared in our team, made up by me, eventually: I blew up two balloons with a rubber band on one balloon’s end in order to avoid the air coming out, the second stage, and tied it across the other balloon’s body, the first stage, with the same rubber band. As the first stage lifted up, its body became smaller, causing the rubber band to come loose so as to open the second-stage balloon’s end. It succeeded, we won the game!

As time went by quickly, the trip in Texas ended, which meant the Space Academy was going to begin in the place known as the Mecca of space and rockets, Huntsville. Some of the most important German rocket scientists had lived here since World War II, and each of them has had huge accomplishments here, I hope someday I'll become one of them.

While enjoying freedom, relaxation, and having fun, we had a lot of activities there, one of my favorite was to be like an astronaut. There were a big number of shuttle positions in a single mission; for instance, flight director in the control room and commander in the orbiter and station, all were indispensable. From time to time, our friends liked to make jokes by administering missions incorrectly. When the rocket lifted off, he didn't clear the tower and led to the failure in missions, but also to laughing in the room.

Making friends here was also of vital importance, so I decided to chat with foreign people. It was really not as difficult as I thought when I finally talked with a boy, Mountain Edge.He was an electric guitar player with a cool face and blond hair. I was surprise, where did he get free time? I don't know. While being a citizen in this highly competitive society with the tensions between the government and people becoming increasingly intense, all the comings and goings are ups and downs, and the only way to fit in is to get used to them. But it will all be worthwhile when the happiness of success wafts up into my room one day. Anyways, Mountain Edge was the coolest friend I've ever seen.

American food also played a crucial part in this trip, because it was so dissimilar with Taiwanese cuisine. If you compared both of them, you'll figure out that American food was greasier, strongly flavored, sugary, salad for breakfast and big mac burgers spread throughout every restaurant; Taiwanese food was lighter, salty, rice for breakfast, noodle restaurants were visible everywhere. Even thought most of the American food was unhealthy, what with nice smells and great taste, I had fallen under the spell of it from the first bite. Additionally and best of all, I could eat with foreign people in a huge hall!

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