The Americans
Decided to blog something before weeds start growing in here. There are hundred of photos in my digi-cam and inertia is repelling me from upoading them in my blog. Maybe I shan't be lazy, it's a cardinal sin.
Over the weeks, I've picked up the American accent. Feeling quite happy about it. All I can say is that American accent may not necessary be the right accent, but it is definitely the most popular.
Americans are really a bunch of cute and innocent beings. Let me illustrate this point with a very specific example which happened a few days ago.
I was having dinner in a buffet restaurant named "fresh choice" when I encountered this little boy, around 8 years old, having lots of difficulty trying to divide a piece of pizza by my side. I offered my help and asked him how many pieces did he want to divide his pizza into. He gave me a blur look so I attempted to simplify my question a little.
I said,"do you want your pizza in 6 pieces or 8 pieces?"
He tilted his head while he deliberated over this mathematically-saturated question and replied,"I want it in 6 pieces. 8 pieces is a bit too many, I'm afraid I can't finish it."
Then, I tried to explain to him that 6 pieces of 1/6 is the same amount as 8 pieces of 1/8. However, he didn't get it. So I took two pizzas, cutting one into 6 pieces and the other into 8 pieces. The boy sticked out his right index finger and start counting the two discrete distributions and concluded that 8 is still larger than 6.
Being a patient mentor, I took out a 1/6 piece and a 1/8 piece and stacked them up accordingly. There, with those mystical illusions finally unveiled, I've proven that the reciprocal of 6 is bigger than 8 regardless of the fact that 8 is bigger than 6.
While the boy awed over this mathematical wonder, I dipped my chopstick in catchup and wrote down this amazing mathematical theory on a tissue paper: 1/8 x 8 = 1/6 x 6 = 1
The boy was extremely impressed and exclaimed that he would show this to his neighbor when he got home. What followed was that he folded the tissue paper up nice and properly. Before I could make any further comments, he squashed the tissue paper into his pocket.
I motioned towards his pocket and said,"I won't do that if I were you."
He gave his pocket a peep and had a shock of his life.
Over the weeks, I've picked up the American accent. Feeling quite happy about it. All I can say is that American accent may not necessary be the right accent, but it is definitely the most popular.
Americans are really a bunch of cute and innocent beings. Let me illustrate this point with a very specific example which happened a few days ago.
I was having dinner in a buffet restaurant named "fresh choice" when I encountered this little boy, around 8 years old, having lots of difficulty trying to divide a piece of pizza by my side. I offered my help and asked him how many pieces did he want to divide his pizza into. He gave me a blur look so I attempted to simplify my question a little.
I said,"do you want your pizza in 6 pieces or 8 pieces?"
He tilted his head while he deliberated over this mathematically-saturated question and replied,"I want it in 6 pieces. 8 pieces is a bit too many, I'm afraid I can't finish it."
Then, I tried to explain to him that 6 pieces of 1/6 is the same amount as 8 pieces of 1/8. However, he didn't get it. So I took two pizzas, cutting one into 6 pieces and the other into 8 pieces. The boy sticked out his right index finger and start counting the two discrete distributions and concluded that 8 is still larger than 6.
Being a patient mentor, I took out a 1/6 piece and a 1/8 piece and stacked them up accordingly. There, with those mystical illusions finally unveiled, I've proven that the reciprocal of 6 is bigger than 8 regardless of the fact that 8 is bigger than 6.
While the boy awed over this mathematical wonder, I dipped my chopstick in catchup and wrote down this amazing mathematical theory on a tissue paper: 1/8 x 8 = 1/6 x 6 = 1
The boy was extremely impressed and exclaimed that he would show this to his neighbor when he got home. What followed was that he folded the tissue paper up nice and properly. Before I could make any further comments, he squashed the tissue paper into his pocket.
I motioned towards his pocket and said,"I won't do that if I were you."
He gave his pocket a peep and had a shock of his life.
posted by Taiwanese at 11:25 PM
2 Comments:
Alright, then according to psycological studies, do children below a certain age stuff catchup into their pockets? =P
Hahaz...I've looked up the dictionary. Both words are correct =)
"Pass me the ketchup so as to catch up with the amount of catchup everyone is adding onto their ketchup"
~Lemingos Albert, "safely unaware"
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