Every Wednesday we ask our Brain Game contestants one interesting, thought-provoking or just plain quirky question. Their answers will be published anonymously in Young Post. Then readers can vote for their FAVOURITE answer. We will eliminate the contestant with the LEAST votes every week until we have a winner. The ultimate Brain Game winner will win a one-night stay at the new Disney Explorers Lodge with up to three friends!
Votes close at midnight on Sunday.
While I am definitely satisfied being myself, I think it would be really cool to be Wonder Woman for a day. I mean, she’s literally a goddess!
It would be epic to have her fighting abilities and magical weapons. I’d get to test them out too, because she often gets into situations where she has to use them. I’ve always wondered how much fun it would be to be a superhero and kick a bad guy’s butt. As Wonder Woman, I would get to do just that, but with way more class than my current self could ever have.
Wonder Woman is one of the most respected female superheroes out there. She’s also the first DC female superhero to get her own movie. She’s confident, classy and clever – three traits I would want to keep after I was done being her for a day. I’d also want to be like her in the sense that she is a role model for young girls because of her independent spirit and morals. Her character is admirable in so many ways, that it’s impossible not to want to be just like her.
I’d want to be my identical twin sister for a day.
We’ve been together almost 24/7 for the last 16 years: we shared a womb, we share a bedroom, we go to the same school, attend the same classes, and go to the same parties. I wonder what it would be like to look like me, but to be her. Even though her eyes are genetically identical to mine, I wonder if she sees the world differently. Is what I see as the colour green the same green she sees? Why does she like boring subjects like physics, when geography is way more interesting? Do our friends tell her things they don’t tell me? How does she manage to eat seaweed? Do people treat her differently to how they treat me? Do her teeth feel any different in her mouth to how mine feel to me? Is her hearing sharper than mine, or is that just an excuse she uses to make me turn down my music?
I have all of these questions – and so many more. They could be answered in an instant! Most of all though, I’d finally have the answer to the question I’ve always asked myself: when she looks at me, does she see me as being as beautiful as I see her?
Ocean was the name of my best friend in secondary school. We grew up in the same neighbourhood. Every day, after school, we’d stop for a bowl of fishball noodles. He was my friend, and my role model. On the days that I had to stay back at school because I had failed a test (which was often), he’d wait for me, phone in hand, leaning against a wall. He’d walk over to me and give me a pat on the back. By then the fishball noodle store would be closed, so we’d go to another place to eat, and he’d try his best to cheer me up.
Auburn was the colour of her hair. It smelled of soft, sweet jealousy. November was the month of mutual secrets and a bitter, bitter struggle. December was the hatchet. The early 2000s was the long silence, and 12 was the day he died. Today, I write this, wishing I could be, if just for one day, the me of 10 years ago, sharing a bowl of hot fishball noodles with him.
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