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Professor X

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I
12 April, Berlin  
The fact that every compass needle will always point to the Magnetic north is no longer a mystery among the navigators nor a controversy discovery among the geologist or astronomer following the removal of its veil of secrecy many years ago. A compass needle is a magnet in which the arrow that points north has a north magnetic polarity. The North Pole of the earth actually has a south magnetic polarity and therefore attracts the north pole of a magnet of the compass needle.

However, what remains an absolute secrecy is the fact that the magnetic polarity of North Pole of the earth is due to the position of tectonic plates beneath the earth. They are, actually, the source of the earth’s magnetic polarity. But nothing would be more appealing than discovering that those tectonic plates are feely moving as the earth evolves. During the embryonic stage of the age of the earth, the positions of the tectonic plates were at the South Pole. This exposed that, had there been a compass during the ice age, its needle, definitely, will always points to the south! According to the record, Melissa and me disclosed that the tectonic plates moved from the South Pole to the North Pole, as their today’s position, long before the existence of human civilisation. 

 14 September, Frankfurt
CC Max that we both designed functions as electromagnetic device to pinpoint the current position and recent development of the tectonic plates. It took nearly five months for us to locate the exact direction and the pattern of the tectonic plates’ flow. We manage to find out that half of the tectonic plates have already moved toward south! However, such phenomenon doesn’t affect the compass’ reading. We both were unable to figure out its impact toward our ecosystem but Melissa linked the tectonic plates moving with the unusual changing of monsoon direction and the mass migration of tuna and salmons in the Atlantic Ocean.

We had a quarrel after Melissa decided to expose our on-going experiment to the reporters at the press and media conference. She was so quick to point out that these extraordinary phenomenons deserve public and government alertness. I’m not willing to let the public to laugh at her for her immature statement. People do not care about what we have been researched for. They only start to believe once they start to suffer the pain. For me, the impacts of the phenomenon are not devastating enough. I try to stop Melissa. I killed her. 

III
29 November, Ludwigsburg
I continued the research alone. Suddenly, I found that Melissa was correct. The tectonic plates are moving to south in an immense number. The history is about to repeat. The compass needle is about to point south. Only now I manage to discover that once the earth magnetic field changes from north to south, the axial rotation of the earth will also change accordingly. The impacts are severe. The cycle of days and seasons will be dramatically changed, the earth’s rotation is no longer counter-clockwise. Hence, the sun will rise in the west and set in the east!

For every time he sucks your blood, my apologies.

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Have you ever wished, when you are in the state of furore and nearly lost of your self-control, for anything that slipped of your tongue come true? Have you ever thought that you could possibly have back something that you have already given to someone else with good faith? If you have experienced any, I strongly recommend that you could resist it with all your heart because I am not that strong enough thus, the visible results were severe and of course, I don’t want you to ended it like me. I really wish things could be different but after justifying the fact that someone that I trust and someone that I really care, stabbed me in the back, I doubt whether a personnel who possess a high level of patience would remain motionless, doing nothing. It is definitely like a time-bomb or a volcano waiting to erupt. To admit, everyone has their limit.

June 17. I still remember that day and I do remember the rain. I was shocked by a call informing me about the accident. Doctor William said that there was nothing they could do to save him due to excessive blood lost. Until and unless they could find a blood donor, there will be no more hope. Things are getting worst since he has rare blood types. Being identified as a universal donor, purse at own risk, I consented to donate my blood. I’m not willing to loss another best friend, yet again and he can’t hold any longer.

July 29. He was allowed by the doctor to leave. Since then we formed a strong bond. Share personal love stories, problems with girls and play soccer together. Unfortunately, the happiness was short live. I later discovered a long series of exposure that he was definitely different from what I thought. The lies and the complots ruin everything, everything that has been built for the last four years. Until one day when he insists to say sorry, animosity towards him, I mentioned it aloud, “You’re sick! It’s meaningless to apologise and by no mean it would bring any different. Back in the hospital, I wish I would let you die. It’s regrettable. You’re not human because you don’t have feeling and I really wish that you could be something else! Stop pestering me!” Without turning, I headed towards my house, leaving him who numbed, stood still. I haven’t seen him since that day. Some said he moved...

A knock at the door shaking me from my reverie. It’s my sister. She looked scared but she didn’t cry. There must be something wrong with her laptop or ipod, for sure. I switched off the television. An anatomies programme where a Malaysian scientist has discovered a new species of insect on Discovery Channel failed to catch my attention. “Yes, my dear. Is there anything that bothers you?” I asked. “Look, it’s completely insane but I sort of like started to believe it when it really happened to me yesterday night. I thought mum and the neighbours just want to make me laugh. There was a tiny little insect that I have never found it before interrupting my sleep. Its wing beat sound seriously makes me mad but when I listen carefully, it is sort of like saying something and it does really make me scared”. “Saying what?” I reply.

“Please forgive me for every wrong that I did. I must find him. Only his blood could undo his wishes.”

(What I have done? While I refuse to forgive him, the entire world retains their forgiveness against me. For every time he sucks your blood, my apologies.)

Pictures:

http://scienceblogs.com/zooillogix/Mosquito.jpg

http://www.flickr.com/photos/88489931@N00/47376068/


Shh... may I spill my guts to you?

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Shh... Since you have been so good to me, I have decided to risk myself by sharing my secret with you. In return, you shall not breathe any word about it to anyone, not even to your closest friend and not to yours past you. Deal? Whoops... (yours past you?) It’s looked like my previous practise in controlling my tongue not enough useful. It’s not the right time, yet!

It began a couple years ago, my late great-grandfather on his deathbed, gave me an old not functioning stopwatch. He must be completely out of his mind at the moment he decided to give me the stopwatch, I mean, what it use for? He glanced deep inside me with his brown hazel dying eyes and said, “Use it wisely. The price that you need to pay is too expensive for you to waste every single chance, but I never regret when I use it because the expensive price is nothing more than your effort to change the future and your determination to revive what goes bad, count the most.”

It’s like a sharp paint deep inside your heart to lose someone you really love but for me, the journey is just about to begin. To make it short, finally, I have successfully discovered what the stopwatch actually is, from my late great-grandfather’s dusty diary. The stopwatch appear to be an ordinary, old not functioning object but the secret lies behind it, is not ‘ordinary’ and more than just an ‘old not functioning object’.

It’s not too extreme for me to classify the stopwatch as a machine. A machine that can brings you back to yesterday, last week and even the time before your birth date. (I’m not sure whether it can brings you back to prehistory or ancient civilization era because I had never tried that particular period before). The stopwatch will start functioning when you have done something bad that you regret in the past. Unfortunately, every time I use it, it requires me a minus one day from my life, meaning that if I destined to die on Saturday 70 years from now, once I used the stopwatch for the first time, 70 years minus one day from now is going to be my death day which certainly will be on Friday. One more important thing is that I must avoid myself from my past me when I’m in the past, otherwise I will never manage to go back when and where I actually belong.

To be frank, it is a pathetic tall order. Up till now, however, I never regret to use it again and over again. It is strange thing to wish to lose many days from your life but if every day that you are willing to foregone doesn’t bring any meaning to your life, why must you keep it for?

Gotta go now. Last week I hurt my best friend feeling and I did something morally wrong to my mum. I also ignored two of my friend’s request even though I knew at the first place that they really need my help and seeking for my advice. Plus, I also neglected someone who I do really care. It is the time to correct the mistake and stop doing something stupid in the future. I must not give up to revive what bad things I have done before, even though I have failed to have back my love, no matter how hard I tried and no matter how many time I went to the past.

Picture:

The above picture is not mine but it’s one of my collections; I got it from my friend and I’m sure that the picture also is not originally belong to him. All this while, I tried to trace the official address of the picture but still I unable to find one. Is anybody know to whom should I express my gratitude to?