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Reflections of 2009

2009-10-28T12:22:00.004+08:00

Time flies. Only after 365 days, another year is gone. But.... Year 2009 is indeed a meaningful and enjoyable year. I have

Oral 9

2009-07-26T21:50:00.002+08:00

Picture discussion
This picture depicts a scene of a lab with 4 students involved in a science experiment. I believe that they are polytechnic students as beneath their laboratory clothes, they are wearing casual wear. They are probably in a biology-science lab as they seem to be doing experiments on bacteria culture. The female student is holding a glass peri dish cover. It contains agar where the bacteria sample will be placed. In my opinion, they will leave the bacteria to grow for a several period of time before observing the results. She is probably marring grooves or inserting bacteria. There is a container of distilled water in front of her, very likely used to wash the peri dish. The students will probably be recording down their observations on the blank sheets of paper on the table. They must be feeling really energetic in this experiment as i can observe their beaming faces.
(Thanks to the Life Science in Sec 2 i can do this Ha Ha ^_^)

Conversation
I like English and Mathematics.
To me, English is a medium of communication that is important in many aspects of life. It also equips me with the basic skills like literature and reading stories. The other favourite subject will be mathematics. It also is an indispensable skill commonly used in daily life which empowers on with the ability to calculate efficiently.
After i graduate I think the most typically used subject will be english, both written and spoken In fact English is an internationally used language. So studying english would be my priority.
Science is one of the most fundamental knowledge that everyone should be equipped with. It enables one to understand how the world changes in the past, present or future. For example, the human body is a complex biological system that is also under the disciplines of science.
Although now girls have an equal opportunity to be a scientist, there are still more males than females who are in this career is predominated. Females are equally matched in terms for their talents and skills. In fact, they may process characteristic that make them better scientist. For instance, their patience. However, males make up the majority as they are more career driven.

Oral 7

2009-07-19T16:39:00.005+08:00

Picture discussion
This picture depicts a scene of a hawker centre. In the picture, hawkers are seen disinfecting and cleaning the hawker centre. Perhaps, an annual cleaning of the hawker centre is taking place, since the hawker centre is closed as there are no customers. The cleaning of the hawker center is rather an organised event as different people are doing different jobs. Apparently the lady on the right is a rather likely one, all she had do is to spray soapy water everywhere while the rest had to apply more elbow grease by wiping the floor. On a normal day, the hawker centre would be bustling with hungry customers ready to devour down their meals. The woman on the right wearing boots who is spraying the tables and chair must be thinking. " This is a waste of time, there goes my business for today!" OR "Such a day! I hope this will end as soon as possible"
Which is better????

Conversation
I live in a condominium. To be honest, i am quite disorganised person. I never spare some time to organised my notes and stuff in my room till my mother starts to scream at me! However, I do make an effort to clean up my house such as mopping and sweeping the floor occasionally.
Among many principles, hygiene is undeniably one of the most important. Maintaining good hygiene is essential in daily life such as washing hands before a meal, brushing teeth or covering your mouth if you sneeze. Bad hygiene may cause undesirable consequenses such as diseases, especially the recent outbreak of H1N1.
It might be difficult to have a good hygiene for people who are lazy or are forgetful. Though maintaining good hygiene is important, Being too hygiene will spark out numerous problems. One may gradually develop a phobia to germs and bacteria to the extent that they even refuse to shake hands with others or even avoid going outdoors

Oral 6

2009-07-08T22:34:00.012+08:00

Picture 6
This is a picture depicts an experiment taking place in a classroom . 4 children and a woman are gathered around the table to conduct a pulley experiment. This is a co-education school as there are both boys and girls o this picture. Looking at the elegantly dressed teacher, she must have just returned from a science excursion and is brimming with vitality. She is demonstrating to the students how to utilise a pulley, to reduce force or change the direction of the force by pulling the rope. In my opinion it is important to bring science theory to life through physical experiment to grab the attention of the students. The keen boy to the right, has his right hand raised energetically as though he wants to try the pulley. Beside him, is a bespectacled student busy recording his observations. Opposite him is a studious looking girl staring intensely at the pulley , holding her pen hesitantly probably because she is unsure whether her hypothesis is right or wrong.It is an irony that although the teacher is smiling, her students are not. Maybe, this experiment is a test to train them on their observation skills which shows why they are not smiling.

Conversation
(I WILL REDO) I enjoy Science. It is a really meaning subject that requires all five senses to participate in science experiments. It's appeal to me is further brightened by my absolutely amazing science teacher who muses my classmates with fascinating theories. I enjoy working with my hands. It is better then sitting motionlessly in class while listening to teachers' lectures. After all my hands always start to itch if i don't use them! I feel that it is better to do things as we get to experience how it feels like and may apply them in further when applicable. It is just like conducting a science experiment without any demonstration but only relying notes. Imagine how helpless i will be!

Oral 3

2009-07-08T22:09:00.008+08:00

PICTURE 3
This is a picture of a sandcastle building competition. The venue is probably at the beach since sand is an essential material in sandcastle building. It must have been a fine and cooling day, since there are many visitors at the background occupied in their own activities. At the center of the picture, A group of children accompanied by 2 adults are building a sandcastle. They have already built an impressive rounded base for the sandcastle. The children looks very determined in the competition and I can even see a boy carving out a deep hole around the base which probably could be a moat. They should be a family except for the woman at the right, who is probably the timekeeper or the guide as she is teaching the family to place their hands firmly on the base to make it firm and stable. Furthermore, there is a lanyard hung around her neck, holding a card that likely states her identity. Looking at the strong team spirit and the coordination, it would not be a surprise that they might win the competition.
The other team at the background, on the other hand,looks disorganised as some of them are standing and there is no sign of cooperation or teamwork at all.
The intense competition is unnoticed by the visitors who were having a whale of a time, occupied in their own activities such as sunbathing, picnicking, burying themselves in sand.

CONVERSATION 3
I have once participated in Inter-class sports on basketball. I was really adamant on winning the competition. In fact, all my team members shared the same sentiments. Although we played aggressively, nevertheless we lost by a close shave. However, through this competition, our class fostered an invaluable bond. It did not mattered whether we won or lost, but the journey that counted, the intangible friendship, the team spirit.
Yes, i feel that students are overly preoccupied when i come to indoor activities. It leads to a sedentary lifestyle, which in my opinion is not a healthy lifestyle. Outdoor activities on the other hand will be a refreshing respite from their hectic academic schedule.

Oral 1

2009-07-07T21:49:00.010+08:00

PICTURE1
This is a picture of some senior citizens in a nursing home. The senior citizens are gathered together in a circle to play a game of ball. The nurse can be seen hitting the ball towards the elderly while they would catch the ball and return it back to her. This game trains their eye to hand coordination and brightens up their lives through physical activities, rather than settling down to watch television. However despite to excellent services the senior citizens are receiving, they don not seem to be enjoying their game of ball. Perhaps, it must have been part of their daily routine whereby the nurses will play with them, and of course they will grow bored of it. In my opinion, the nurses could have been more flexible by introducing new games such as throwing frisbee or maybe playing some music to to make it more entertaining!
As i can see, the senior citizens are being well taken care of because the room is well-lit and also ventilated. They are able to indulge themselves by watching the television, enjoying an air-conditioned room and receiving meticulous care from the nurses. Furthermore, a wide range of facilities, such as the pulleys, two parallel bars and a ramp with a few steps is provided for them to maintain their motor skills. The pulleys systems are used to strengthen their arms muscles, while the two parallel bars are for elderly to use as supports while training their legs muscles, which is especially essential since most of the senior citizens' legs are not physically strong since they rely on wheelchairs. The ramp with the few steps, are used to train them on overcoming obstacles, like climbing a flight of steps, which will prove useful, e.g. climbing up and down the stairs.
Excercis is imperative for preventing falls and to enhance their quality of life. I think that the reasons why these elderly stayed here is because they have no relatives or simply because their families are too busy to take care of them. I feel that this nursing home is an ideal place for senior citizens to live in, which ensures them to live their life to the fullest.

CONVERSATION1
I have a grandmother who live in a HDB flat. I have known her since i was 5 years old as my mother constantly brought me to her house to pay a visit. What is so amazing about her is her ability to whip up a delicious meal in less than ten minutes and tell me really entertaining stories. I have learnt from her through her moral stories that life is a gift and that I should treasure myself rather than being a pessimistic peson. If i were to do something for her, I would try to visit her more often and probably teach her how to use modern technology to communicate, for example windows messenger or email. In this way, not only can she communicate with us went we are no around, she can also communicate with her friends!
Healthcare service charge is conditional. If the elderly does not have a kin, healthcare charges should be born by state. If if the elderly have a kin, then the kin should pay a subsided fee.

Week 28

2009-06-26T15:53:00.005+08:00

Manley’s Best friend

I called him again. “Alright coming!” Manley exclaimed, struggling to put on with his shirt as he approached his buddy. Stretching my legs lethargically, I jumped off my bed.

Jason and I had known each other for years. I could never recall when i had first met him, nor even how we became friends. In fact we had such a brotherly feeling that we even lived together!

After emerging from the house, the rainstorm about an hour earlier had stopped and now the sun was beating down, creating a bright and scintillating world. The old stale smells had been washed away to leave a cleanliness that stimulated me.
As usual, we headed to MacRitchie Reservoir for long walks and had always enjoyed them. This frequent walk was a Sunday tradition for us ever since year 2000. We called it “ the friendship day” ever since Manley’s mother had passed away and became an inevitable habit for both of us.

After twenty minutes of jogging, we finally reached the outskirts of the park. By then I was already panting. Dismayed, I veered at Manley, who did not evince signs of fatigue at all.

“Let’s take a break!” announced Manley reluctantly, sitting down beside me.

I stared at my surroundings. Gardens that surrounded the MacRitchie reservoir looked as if a local artist had tried to draw they attention with bold brush strokes of vivid pink and yellow. The flowers themselves seemed to reflect the brightness of the sunshine that day – a once in a blue moon perfect day for a walk. With the gift of an acute sense of smell, I nudged Manley excitedly as an ice-cart passed by. Much to our consternation we had not brought money along.

Resuming dejectedly with our walk, we started to meander through trees and observe exotic animals. The ground was carpeted in wild flowers, their slightly pungent perfume lingering around us as we walked through them. Above our heads, the trees were showing off their lush green clothes that rustled at the gentle touch of the breeze as it drifted through the forest like a benevolent wraith. Wherever I looked, the birds, resplendent in their breeding plumage, were filling the air with melodies.

Suddenly our peaceful minds were interrupted by a sudden crack.

We stopped dead on our tracks. I panicked, millions of weird thoughts whirled through my mind. It reminded me of rumors that vampires where seen hiding behind trees and when the victims approaches...

Creakkkk…..

My thoughts were interrupted.

Creeeakk....

Nothing happened

CREAKKK!!!!!!!

I cautiously took a few steps forward

………CCCCRASH !!!!!!!!

I whirled around to see a large and twisted branch of the Rain tree pinning Fred beneath it. Manley's eyes were closed and he lay motionless with his legs firmly under the massive hostile looking bough.

Fortunately, I could see the gentle movement of his body rising and falling as he breathed. In desperation, I tugged with gusto at the branch, trying to free Manley, but it did not even move an inch. In a minute, I felt both my strength and my courage beginning to fade. Frantically, I tried to revive him, without success.

I created a great commotion by shouting about madly and running around and begging for help, not caring at the undergrowth snatching at my legs and coat.
Soon I could discern several figure appearing before my sight.
“O! It’s Manley! Your faithful dog saved you!” a man exclaimed before he and his companions lifted up the branch.
Manley opened his eyes and loving patted me.
Giving a joyful bark, I finally knew what it meant to be man’s best friend.

(604 words)

Week 25

2009-06-24T15:50:00.004+08:00

Week 25
Being Bullied

(Adapted from bullied by JirQUEST)
“No………. please ……….. no. I don’t want to play anymore. Please. Let me go. Please ………. I don’t like it at all. Let me go. I will do anything that you want. Please…………… the boy was pleading by now. Literally begging. But his cries were in vain.
“Please………….. no. Why are you doing this to me??? I hate u all. You all are bad. Let me go!!!”

He made a puny attempt to struggle. That did not work. The teenagers only just strengthened their grip on his arms, dragging him along the ground while bellowing with laughter. He felt pain searing through his butt as the small rocks, tiny particles of stones and debris prickled him without mercy. Just like the group of teenagers dragging him. Just like their merciless and dreadful laughter. True fear erupted out of him.

He only remembered once when he got so shocked and petrified. It was when he was 8 years old. He had provoked a group of dogs when accidentally stepping on one of the dog’s tail. The 4 huge German shepherds barked ferociously as he scurried of, running for his life while they hounded madly after him. The chase finally ended when a few passer-bys came to aid him. Realising that they were outnumbered, the group of canines dispersed. By then, He was doddering like an old man, for weeks due to fear. That was the scariest encounter he ever had. Until this gang came along and picked on him because of his tiny frame. Because he could no fight back or resist.

Hot tears clouded his vision now. He could not wipe his tears away. The bullies were pulling his arms and dragging him along the concrete ground. His tears flowed freely like badly damaged floodgates beyond repair. Yet they continued, immensely indulged in their activity to notice his tears.

His incessant pleas were drowned by their laughter and taunts. They mocked at his plight as he continued crying. Like nursery rhymes they continued to chant and cheer. They were having fun, tremendous fun. But to him, it was not funny at all. No it wasn’t………

He had almost slipped into unconsciousness. All the pleading and crying had made him lethargic, too tired to even move an inch. He felt like a dead carcass, so lifeless...

Why? Why are they doing this to me? Please stop! I don’t want play anymore. I will no tell anyone. Please let me go.

He thought vaguely. He could still recall countless times of his constant pleas for help and mercy. Almost every day they bulled him, paying no attention to his bawling to stop the attacks. Everything felt so unreal.

Excruciating pain seared through him. He grasped to awful truth that his head was throbbing with pain and must have been bleeding pretty badly.

The dragging stopped abruptly. Then he heard echoes and a whiff of odour became apparent. In an instant he knew where he was. A place he had always hated. His attackers had deposited him in a garbage dumb without much leniency, without even using their thick heads to think. He yearned for someone to release him from his agonizing ordeal.

I want my mama…

“Helpppp! Help meeeee! Pleaseeeeeeeee??!!!”

He hollered hoarsely. No response. Only the rueful chirping of the birds replied him.

He tried moving his arm but it refused to respond. He could not muster all his strength and courage to move it . He was horrified of the pain.

My arm……… is broken.

“Mama!!!!! Help me!!!! Save Me!!!! Helpppp !!!!!!!!!!!”

But no one helped him despite his anguish cries. No one. And he felt himself slipping deeper and deeper into unconsciousness as he slipped slowly but surely into deep abyss. He had lost all his hope.

Wayer was never saved.

(632 words)

Week 24

2009-06-19T00:07:00.007+08:00

The Mind Reader

(Adapted from the mind reader by JirQUEST)
He sat there pondering. Concentrating, not at his personal thoughts but hers. Placing his index finger on his lips and his thumb underneath his chin- a perfect portrayal of a man in deep thoughts as his eyes intensified at a girl 2 tables away. He was slightly amused at her jumbled thoughts, unlike may others. One moment she thought of her mother’s birthday, and the next second, about her plans for the weekend, her mind never finished its first plan before heading to the next, just like a car bustling through without brakes.

He maintained his gaze on her as he admired the sweet curves of her body and the angelic smile. Her beauty indeed was a bore of the first water. She suddenly deviated her attention to him and flashed him a smile with her thin lips. He gave an awkward nod of his head and smiled back

He’s cute…

He made a mental laugh. Someone actually finds me cute, he thought cheekily. It seemed bizarre for a person like her to even be a little interested in him. Back to reality, he found her giving him a head-to-toes scan.

Not bad… tanned… and cute. Should I approach him?

Of course u should, he replied in his head.

Wasting no time he scanned though her thoughts once more. Only this time he searched for her mind for her name, likes and dislikes. In a split second he had all the information he needed. Born in 1989, she was named Sarah, loves to eat, and is glad that no amount of food could bring out the flab. She was the daughter of a millionaire, who got down her high horse (act like an ordinary person), much to his glee on becoming rich. Every morning she would indulge herself in pop songs, and listen to classical music when she feels down. But his favourite would probably be the fact that she hates hunky guys, for he is not one.

Perhaps he should approach her? As he propounded over an already obvious answer, he suddenly felt the temptation to read her subconscious to find out about her life. It was really tantalizing, for doing it would help him find out what kind of person she really is, and just might affect his decision to approach her. It was widely accepted by the organization that the powers of mind reading be kept to good use and most felt that abusing the use of mind reading should be prohibited.

Suddenly he found himself caught in a dilemma. Just once? Just to find out her personality? It could secure his future with this lovely girl. Should he, should he, should he???

Finally he caved in. Glazing into her eyes, he plunged into her mind, found her memory, her darkest secrets.

This was bad. It was imprudent to do so. He wished he had never done it. For her darkest secrets was a living hell. The scenes of her committing murder, torturing her ex-boyfriends in cold-blood, slashing them all over, cutting them a thousand times when they are bounded and vulnerable before gouging out their eyeballs. His blood literally went to sub-hundred degrees chill enough to make him shrink back in horror. He was so taken back by the evil force that he jerked his seat back in a screeching motion.

Knocked back to reality, he looked at her again, with sweat slowly dribbling down his temples. She smiled once more, wider this time.

Oh shit no… you stay away from me… oh please, don’t ever come near me… you… you… demon.

But she did not listen. With a graceful sidestep from her seat and she was fast approaching him. He sunk back in repulsion.

“Hi… My name is Sarah,” she gave him another smile. “Can we be friends?”

(630 words)

Week 23

2009-06-19T00:04:00.001+08:00

“Ouch!” Charles cried out in agony, “Sorry! I didn’t mean to step on your feet.” Exclaimed Harry anxiously. Having a neurotic personality, Harry tried to excuse himself but Charles blocked his way. He shoved Harry hard on his shoulder and taunted “ do you think just an apology will help you get away? Coward! ” It was apparent that Charles was looking for a fight. After being trusted at for the fifth time, Harry got his back up and answered back at Charles. As their argument became increasingly louder every second, I cowered at a corner, experiencing a gamut of emotions: shock, confusion, disgust and annoyance. Always on the qui vive, Mr. Sloane virtually appeared out off nowhere and approached them. Only then did I realise that the incipient fight would be neutralised.
(132 Words)

Week 22

2009-06-19T00:02:00.001+08:00

Raising his arms in a gesture of supplication, William took an a deep breath and approached his mother for approval to accompany his friends for a game of soccer. He started to fabricate a tale, promising he would work hard and improve his results. He reasoned that all work but no play would cause potential problems, such as laziness and sloppy work. William’s confident and beaming face was changing to uttermost disappointment when his mother acknowledged with a shake of her head, chiding him that no amount of flattering and apple polishing which delude her on agreeing. Dismayed that his plan was demurred again, William retreated back to his room.
(110 words)

Week 21

2009-06-19T00:01:00.002+08:00

Week 21
The assassin crept through the silent, dark alley. Silhouetted against the sky, he mumbled out a curse as he continued stalking the opulent prey. The prey abruptly stopped walking, as though apprehension was scratching like a fingernail at the back of the neck. The assassin gave a sinister glare boring belligerently at the prey, clenching his fist so hard that his knuckles turned white. This prey, the scion of a wealthy businessman who had some thirty million dollars in Texas oil, caused all his misery and destitution. Pondering no more, he launched forward, and with quick nimble movements stabbed his dagger deep into his victim’s chest. The victim gasped as blood trickled down his pale quivering lips. “Brother?” He blurted out incredulously. He fell over with a thud, his eyes still opened, muttering a fulsome apology, Teh assassin triumphantly roared in laughter. He was the only sole heir to his father’s wealth.
(153 words)

Week 20

2009-03-23T22:57:00.003+08:00

Week 20
Lugubrious music soothed the diners at the hotel buffet as they savoured their mouth watering food accompanied by the rich, inky, redolent wine. The tranquil environment was distured by a ear-piercing cry. “Arghhh! Helpp!” Lily yelped in terror, dropping her spoon onto the carpeted floor. Pointing a tremulous finger at the bowl, she stammered, “ Please takk…ke that… horriddd..ble bowl… out of my sight…immee…dia…tely!” Startled, the manager previously in repose, sprang out of his chair, and approached her without hesitation. “ Madam, is there anything wrong with this dish?” “Wrong? Look what’s in my bowl of porridge!” she gesticulated angrily. Irritably, he stared into the bowl , to be greeted by the unnerving sight of a cockroach swimming feebly about. With his tongue in his cheek, he apologised to her, annoyed at troubling him with such a pesky problem. Excusing himself he hurried towards the kitchen, instructing the unfortunate waiter to attend to the distraught lady by serving her a complimentary meal and apologizing to her again. With a snigger on his face, the irresponsible manager left the hapless waiter holding the bag…

(183 words)

Week 19

2009-03-23T22:07:00.002+08:00

When king Andre was afflicted with megalomania, A legion of people suffered under his rein. My villagers loathed the mendacious king and wanted to murder him. King Andre tried to play possum by ignoring the villagers furious protests Under his profligate rule, the empire slowly fell to rubbles. (DRAFT)

Week 18

2009-03-23T21:19:00.002+08:00

"GOAL!!!!" Fans of Manchester United roared spontaneously. With quick innate reflexes and speed Ronaldo dribbled the ball pass six players who made abortive attempts to stop his rampaging fury. With a precise header, the ball flew in with deadly accuracy and flew pass the hapless goal keeper into the goal post. Ronaldo punched his fists in the air with triumph and knelt onto the ground slamming his fists incessantly into the ground. Jacob , an avid soccer buff, cheered with the other fans, not because of the team that romped over their rivals but for the money he had just won from a bet........

Week 17

2009-03-23T20:50:00.002+08:00

Rei Ew groaned. What A day! Mr Kek had just realized that his stomachache was merely a subterfuge to keeping him from taking the french test by going to the sick bay. His almost flawless plan that he had concocted, would be unblemished had he not been careless. Mr kek became conscious that the illness was a hoax when Rei Er burst out laughing at the sick bay. Realising Mr kek was no gullible dupe. Rei er gloomily served Mr kek's detention as what that was done could no longer be undone.

Week 16

2009-03-13T09:20:00.005+08:00

In the dark, absolute darkness of the night, the silence seemed deafening. A interloper appeared virtually out of nowhere in midst of of the sheer darkness. He stealthly crept foward. The coast was clear. Taking a cursory glace around, His eyes registered to the stark white house. Suddenly, cannine teeth flashed before his sight and he could discern shadowly movements circling him menacingly. He panicked. Has he been discovered? He let out a ear-slipping scream as something sharp sank into his fleshy thighs. The indigenous intruder crashed into the ground, with breaths getting weaker every second. His heart beat its final time, slipping into deep abyss..... Unknown to him this place was guarded 24 hours by vicious, unmerciful mastiffs.

Week 15 english journal

2009-03-10T21:28:00.001+08:00

"WWWWhatttt......." Glen Ek blurted out disbelievingly. Everything was like a dream; the police handcuffing his hands; the wailing of the seemingly accusing siren. Shouting with asperity he cursed his accomplice " Anisa, you traitor i will never forgive you!" , his rugged voice echoing throughout the warehouse which hosted the exposed clandestine meeting several hours ago.....
The gang leader, Glen had been liquidated. Anisa, the saboteur was now appointed as the new leader.

Week 14 english journal

2009-03-03T13:50:00.003+08:00

In a moment of havoc and the stentorian voice resounding though my ears, I scurried across the well furnished room as the irate man repulsed me back to my hiding place.
There! I lifted my nose high in the air. The smell of fragrant cheese wafted though my twitching nose. Licking my lips, I approached the mammoth-sized appetizer. Gingerly i savoured the extraordinary creamy-rich cheese. My stomach lurched. Something was no right. Suddenly, I collapsed onto the ground. My tiny breaths sounded like milkshake fighting its way up a very thin straw. It dawned upon me. The cheese was poisoned. A kaleidoscope of colours enveloped my vision followed by black mist engulfing it as i slipped into an eternal sleep. (The perspective of a mouse)

Week 13 english journal

2009-03-02T20:54:00.002+08:00

Jason stared in aghast. It was incredulous that the robber managed to take down 4 of his body guards without even a superficial scratch or a sign of fatigue. With surreptitious movements, he pointed his saber to Jason's adam apple at knife-point. Jason's children cowered at corner, whimpering in absolute fear at the sight the menacing, burly man, desperately searching for help. There was no way that Jason could escape without jeopardizing the lives of his loved ones. The only viable solution was to hand over his wallet including his cherished heirloom pendant. Dipping his hands into his pocket, he felt the pendant for the last time.....

Week 12 english journal

2009-01-18T16:02:00.003+08:00

( the 2nd week of school )

You might think that all my posting would long diatribe of my school/class. However after a week, school didn't really seemed as bad as i thought it would be. In just a week I got to know some flamboyant students around me ! All turned out well till my form teacher announced something that was anathema to us-- Changing of class room arrangements!!! Sigh. The cessation of the utopia has ended. Making friends in Sec 3 is integral as it will be the deepest impression after i leave this school. If only i can expunge my wild and timorous thoughts.........

Life would be better.

Week 11th english journal

2009-01-10T20:14:00.006+08:00

2 whole months have elapsed before the opening of my school. After a fruitless holiday in which i was literally "imprisoned" at home with the drudgery of completing my homework, I was zealous about returning back to school to sow my wild oats with my best pals. Nevertheless, on 2nd of january 2009, horrors gradually arose from the ground, poignant enough to bring tears to my eyes when i realised that fate separated my friends from me into different classes. To compound to my sorrow* , my new secondary 3 textbooks had notes were all garbled up and my teachers gave really laconic explanations. I being a slow learner, is unable to elicit pertinent information from the notes given to me. I have a premonition that this year would be a really tough year for me ;( .

- dillon (englishsorrow.blogspot.com)

Should students wear uniforms?

2009-01-10T12:42:00.005+08:00

Are school uniforms necessary? Many parents seem to think so. However, we students think otherwise. Complains of students disapproval in wearing uniforms has been rampant over the past few years. What of the merciless goverment demanding poor students, like a boy being forced to wear a dress? I personally, am one of the victims. Undeniably,students are required to wear uniforms by law. On the contrary, people fail to realise the inconveniences of pupils. Let me emphasis a few points why students should NOT wear uniforms.

Firstly, I strongly believe that student's self-expression would be greatly affected as students who are forced to wear uniforms will only find other, less appropriate ways to express themselves, possibly through inappropriate use of jewelry and makeup. Self-expression is an important part of child development and some experts believe that curbing it with uniforms can be detrimental to a child.

In addition, embarrassment is a major factor to. Most students who comes from not so reputable schools have to bare the consequences of having to be looked down at other students and their uniform is a source of identification. Moreover, Sometimes the school's uniform design might be so outdated that students refuse to wear them out of one's pride.

Another major factor is the cost of uniforms. The cost of school uniforms is a negative factor as those who see it as a positive factor. The increasing costs of uniforms that parents will have to buy for their children because the children will still want and need clothing for the hours they are not in school. Uniforms can be more expensive for a family who buys from second-hand stores or who relies on hand-me-down clothing from friends and family. To me, school uniforms are almost useless because there is no use for them outside of school!

To add to one's dismay, school uniforms materials might be uncomfortable as some children prefer a specific material or style of clothing. Uniforms reduce one’s ability to choose clothing that fits individual comfort needs. It is obvious that children need to feel comfortable in order to maximize learning, and that uniforms can therefore deter academic success.

Our live will be unbearable with uniforms with such factors of self-expression, price, comfortability and pride. Old men wise in the ways will shake their head in pity and lament for such a poor state we students are in.

Plz support me if not i'll be sad and when i'm sad i tell stories ~~~ quoted from My EL teacher

dillon (englishsorrow.blogspot.com)

MY FIRST POST

2009-01-06T22:07:00.002+08:00

nothing much..... well just posting for the sick of posting Check out this cool picture which i got from a blog, so funny :) ;P Starting first vocab journal this saturday~~~~~ DC here