United Forever

Weird quiz

2009-07-05T22:44:00.003+08:00

Hmm.. I see many ppl doing quizzes.. so I'll try too!

1. Grab your phone

Roger that

2. What's the 3rd picture in your phone?

Eh... A shuai ge.. hehe

3. What's your ringtone?

D-gray man access code.... (I dun noe what this is either =P)

4. Who's the first person that comes after M?

Ming Hui..lol

5. Who's the last person you called?

Eh.. my mum =.=|||

6. Who was your last missed call from?

My dad.. haha (no idea why he called)

7. Who's the first person who comes under C?

ohh... Cheng Kang (he likes to show his d*** to others) -.- no joke

8. Who is your speed dial number 2?

hmm...my house!

9. What does the 3rd text in ur inbox say?

Panel 2.... (ok this is about the stamp competition) by Dear Mr Le Qi. I like to discard the unimportant messages. =P

10. Who was your last received call from?

Well well, let's see... my mum! again -.-

11. What does your second sentbox message?

To Dany: Err I dunno also wait for instructions lor...

12. How many messages do you have in your inbox?

Haha..only 28! With all those funny messages in there..XD

13. What is the wallpaper?

Aha! A piggy with a crazy lookin freak sittin on it. -.-

14. Who's speed dial number 1?

okok.. its my father.. k?

15. Who was the 15th message in your inbox from?

Jeremiah! Havent been in touch with him.. he sent me a hilarious message! haha

16. Who's the first person that comes after B?

puff..puff.. how long is this going to last? Haiz...Benjamin lor!

17. How many bars of signal do you have now?

4 bars! Dun try to molest or rape me cos I can reach the police... fast.. =)

18. What network are you on now?

Starhub! Im lovin it! (dun ask me why... cos i dunno too ) =P

19. Name every person who sent you a message in your inbox.

Are you tryin to kill me?!Anyways -- Zheyi, Le Qi, Mum, +8613522300612 (he sent me a weird sms that I'm still tryin to decode), Jeremiah, Aloy's mum, Jack, Zheng Shuan. hehe...

20. What does your 6th message in your inbox say?

Zheyi-- We, the bangalas of india, pledge ourselves to eat prata everyday. Regardless of onions, cheese, or eegg, to build a fat ass society based on nothin but curry, so as to acheive fats, cholestrol and sugar in our blood for our cancer.. Happy cancer day! HAHAHAHAHA

21. Who's the first person in your contacts list?

232 Ang Mo Kio! Eat crab place.. damn nice.. =)

22. Who's the last name in your contacts list?

Zheng Shuan -- 9236**** (censored for privacy) hehe

23. What does the last message in your inbox say?

From Jack! Here's a poem, our friendship is precious....When u cry, i cry.... When u laugh, i laugh... When you jump off the building, I laugh again.. =.=|||

24. What's your screensaver?

Radar! Scam one..

25. What's your balance?

$0! cos mine is plan...

26. Who's the last person under H?

Hci Zhi Yong... =P

27. What's your bluetooth name?

Doomsday! Named after a movie that was released on my b'day! hehe..

ALL DONE!!!! YAY!!! XD XD XD XD XD =.=||||

Sylvia Plath

2009-06-30T09:34:00.007+08:00

And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.

This famous quote above was made by Sylvia Plath, a famous poet.

Background

Sylvia Plath was born in Boston, Massachusetts on October 27, 1932. In 1940, when she was 8 years old, her father died due to complications from diabetes. He was strict and had an authoritarian attitude, which defined his position in their relationship. Afterwards, she wrote her most infamous poem- Daddy, which is about her father of course, and I will show that later.

In 1950, Sylvia Plath published her first poem in a magazine, after graduating from high school. After that, she studied at Smith College, and was a bright spark. However, she was undergoing a bad state of depression and driven her to suicide. Her attempt failed. In 1955, she graduated.

She met English poet Ted Hughes in a party in early 1956, and shortly thereafter, they were married. In 1960, Plath worked with Robert Lowell and she published her first collection of poems, Colossus.

She gave birth to her two children in 1960 and 1962, and in that year that her last children was born, her husband left her. Shortly, she went through another deep depression and that was when she wrote most of the poems that made up Ariel, another of her collection of poems.

On February ll, 1963, during one of her worst depressions, Sylvia Plath decided to kill herself with a gas stove. She died.

From this, you can see that Sylvia Plath is a deeply disturbed woman and that it might be her father that caused this. She had no medical history and her life was pretty stable, except for her father, who made such a big impct in her life that she had to write a poem about it. Furthermore, her break up with her husband was also the cause of her depression. She wrote the poem Lady Lazarus.

Here are 3 poems of hers.

Daddy
by: Sylvia Plath

You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.

Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time--
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one gray toe
Big as a Frisco seal

And a head in the freakish Atlantic
Where it pours bean green over blue
In the waters off beautiful Nauset.
I used to pray to recover you.
Ach, du.

In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars.
But the name of the town is common.
My Polack friend

Says there are a dozen or two.
So I never could tell where you
Put your foot, your root,
I never could talk to you.
The tongue stuck in my jaw.

It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every German was you.
And the language obscene

An engine, an engine
Chuffing me off like a Jew.
A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.
I began to talk like a Jew.
I think I may well be a Jew.

The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
Are not very pure or true.
With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck
And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
I may be a bit of a Jew.

I have always been scared of you,
With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.
And your neat mustache
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You--

Not God but a swastika
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you.

You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man who

Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.

But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue.
And then I knew what to do.
I made a model of you,
A man in black with a Meinkampf look

And a love of the rack and the screw.
And I said I do, I do.
So daddy, I'm finally through.
The black telephone's off at the root,
The voices just can't worm through.

If I've killed one man, I've killed two--
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.

There's a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.

Lady Lazarus
by: Sylvia Plath
 
I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it--

A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot

A paperweight,
My face featureless, fine
Jew linen.

Peel off the napkin
O my enemy.
Do I terrify?--

The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.

Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me

And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.

This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.

What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see

Them unwrap me hand and foot--
The big strip tease.
Gentlemen, ladies

These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,

Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.

The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut

As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.

It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
It's the theatrical

Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:

'A miracle!'
That knocks me out.
There is a charge

For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart--
It really goes.

And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood

Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.

I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby

That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.

Ash, ash--
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there--

A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.

Herr god, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.

Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.

Morning Song
by: Sylvia Plath
 
Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.

Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.

I'm no more your mother
Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind's hand.

All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.

One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat's. The window square

Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.

Messy Room by Shel Silverstein

2009-06-29T08:34:00.003+08:00

Hey guys, once again, I will be showing you a poem by Shel Silverstein, and I would share with you, the usages of figurative language in the poem. Here goes:

Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!

Do you like the poem? Haha, well I did.

Here, I am going to analyse it. So you know, the 5 main devices in figurative language is Hyperbole, Personification, Metaphor, Simile, Symbolism.

Hyperbole - exaggerated statement invoking emotion. The hyperbole that was used in the poem are: Huh? and Oh, dear. This piques the curiousity of the readers to read the last bit of the poem. In addition, the repetition of the word "ashamed" shows the disdain of the poet towards this room, or his room. Let's move on.

Personification - give inanimate objects human traits. Personification is not used here.

Metaphor - directly comparing similarily unrelated objects without using as, like or than. Metaphor is not used here.

Simile - use of like, as and than to explicitly relate to subjects. Simile is not used here.

Symbolism - using a representative figure to carry additional meaning. The symbol here, might be the messy room. In the last line that he wrote that the room was his, he was probably trying to show his feelings right there and then. Ashamed. This is my perception. Yours might be different though.

Lastly to end off, i would like to tell you why I like this poem.

The language used in this poem is fairly simple, yet vivid. It describes clearly very nook and cranny of the room, where all the stuff in the room has been scattered around carelessly. Furtheremore, the repetition of the word ashamed brought out the poets strong dislike for the room and owner. He display's the owner's indifference towards his messy room and does not bother to clean up. He then describes the owner of the room as a lizard who props his legs on the wall, sits there and does nothing. The humour element in the poem also makes the passage easier to read, and more enjoyable too. This poem brings out the true feelings of the poet within the writer in the last few lines, and the poet pulled it off well. That is why I like it.

=) any comments? feel free to voice them out!

Presenting to you: Manchester's home kit 09/10!!!!!

2009-06-27T08:55:00.005+08:00

In this Photo: VAN DER SAR!!!!!!! my favourite player =)

In this Photo: Park Ji Sung, Wayne Rooney, Rio Ferdinand.

That's about it for the new kit. Its cool!!!!

Hope you like it too.

Singaporeans - What Have We Become?

2009-06-26T11:54:00.003+08:00

Hello guys, today I would like to talk about a taximan's story. (okay, not the passage in Little Ironies unfortunately). I would like to tell you about his story, and the life of being a taxi driver.

My mother and I took a taxi yesterday night, at a taxi stand. We were the next to go, but there was no taxi - not yet. We spotted a taxi, with the words "hired" in the display at the top. It was parked near the taxi stand. There seemed to be no one in it, except for the taxi driver. After that, a woman got in, then got out again. After that, he drove towards us. Hesitant, we asked the taxi driver if we could get on. He nodded and we got in.

In the taxi, my mother asked the taxi driver what had happened. He explained to us that the malay teenager had not enough money to pay for the fare, so she wanted to go to an ATM to withdraw money. However, she herself, drawing money? Wouldn't she get away without paying? It was then the taxi driver poured out his experiences.

Luckily, the taxi driver was smart enough. He kept her handbag so that he made sure she returns with the money. If not, she would have escaped. This was not the first time he had nearly been tricked.

There had been some teenagers, who, after reaching their destination, simply opens the door and walk out without paying. The taxi driver complained: "If he walks out, how can you chase him/her?"

Other times, they throw them an empty box, then tell the taxi driver that their box is still there and that they will return to pay the money. The taxi driver, then waited, thinking that the will come back to take their box, but after that, he realised that in fact, what was in the box is just old newspapers. The passenger, simply gets away.

Another time, the passenger pretends to talk on the phone like to a girlfriend, often complaining that he has to help her carry things now. Then he tells the driver to wait for him as he goes upstairs, but, in the end, he doesn't come back down.

What has Singaporeans become? Cheaters? Con men? These taxi drivers are trying to make a humble living through their service to the community and these evil people, have the guts, to even cheat the taxi drivers to give them a free ride. If these people do not have the money to take a taxi, then don't! Cheating the taxi drivers show your true colours as a dishonest and evil character. Are Singaporeans these type of people? It would ruin our reputation as a caring nation. Don't you think so?

The Mysterious Dollar

2009-06-23T15:48:00.005+08:00

Hey guys, here is a "spooky" question for you all. If you can find the answer to this question, or give a logical explanation, please post it in the comments box. Thanks!

There are 3 men who decided to stay over at a hotel for a night. They agreed to split the cost of the room equally. They walked into the hotel and asked the clerk how much a room cost for a night. The clerk replied that it would cost $30 altogether. So after paying, they took their luggage and went up to their room. However, the clerk realized that he had overcharged them. The room originally costs $25. He instructed the bell boy to take $5 up to the men’s room, but on his way up, the bell boy found it impossible to divide $5 among 3 men. Thus, the bell boy took $2 and went to the men’s room. He knocked on the door and when one of the men answered, he explained the incident to the men and returned them $1 each. But look, $9 x 3 = $27, +$2 which the bell boy took =$29. Where did the extra dollar go?

Is progress necessarily beneficial for society?

2009-06-23T13:20:00.003+08:00

Let me ask you guys, is progress necessarily beneficial for society?

Well, let's define progress and society.

Progress - the developmental activity in science, technology, etc., esp. with reference to the commercial opportunities created thereby or to the promotion of the material well-being of the public through the goods, techniques, or facilities created.

Society - a highly structured system of human organization for large-scale community living that normally furnishes protection, continuity, security, and a national identity for its members.

From the above definitions, the main factors for the making of a good society is protection, continuity, security, as well as national identity. However, to acheive a good protection, security and national identity, to form a sophisticated society, technology must be brought in. The making of high-tech security cameras, locks and other facilities, would help improve the standard of living, and thus contribute to a good society in the making.

Therefore, if a good society is hoped to be acheived, progress would definitely be necessary.

Any comments? Please voice them out! =)

My Least Favourite Character in Village By The Sea

2009-06-22T14:28:00.004+08:00

Who is your least favourite character in Village By The Sea (VBTS)?

Some might say it is Hari and Lila's father.

Others might say it is the man who lives in the tin shack.

While others might say it is Billu or the beggar.

But for me, I dislike the Bombay policeman most.

Why? Look at this. Firstly, he called the villagers, including Hari, fools. As you know, calling someone a fool is exceptionally derogatory, escpecially to someone who is of a lower class. He even shouted that they were fools as the did not know how to cross a road properly. Little did he understand that they were from the village and had never even seen so many cars, not to mention roads. Also, he did not know that the people that he was calling fools, were those who were providing food for him to survive!

Next, he even jeered at them and told them to go back to where they came from, which, its very offensive to say. He does not even have the least sympathy for them and told them to get out of his way. This goes to show he is heartless and does not care for his fellow citizens, not giving them the proper respect and fair treatment they should receive for their hard work on the fields.

Furthermore, he is portrayed as an evil man through his sarcasm. As the villagers know little, he treats them like a lower class human just because he is more knowledgeable than them. What do you know, the villagers know how to grow crops while he doesn't!

In conclusion, as the policeman has no respect for others, and sees himself high and mighty, as well as not treating them fairly, he makes himself look an evil man and thus, my least favourite character in Village By The Sea.

If you have any comments, feel free to voice them out! Once again, your comments are greatly appreciated! =)

The Best Part of Village By The Sea

2009-06-10T14:21:00.003+08:00

Hi guys, back again. I will be talking on, what I feel, is the best part of Village By the Sea.

As you can see the little picture of the book cover, this quaint yet not so quaint village has a lot of stories to tell.

However, the part of the story I liked most was at the end of the story. All went well-- Hari's mother was now healthy and moving, Hari's father gave up drinking for good, and Hari returned from Bombay with wads of cash.

As the reunited, bonding family gathers together for Diwali, Hari and his sisters seem so carefree now, elated at their rebonding. While their father feels sorry for his children, having to carry the burden of supporting the household, Hari and his sisters forgave him (I wonder how they managed to, after all those bad experiences). Their mother could now do the household chores, and the children could return to being children again, doing what children ought to do. Hari's watch mending skills could also be put to good use, but the most of all, they had enough money to support themselves.

I know that this was meant to be a fairytale story, but after all that hardship Hari has gone through, who would not feel joyful that Hari's work had paid off and reaped good results? What's more, fairy tales are supposed to have a happy ending!

Would you rather be a country rat or a city rat?

2009-06-05T07:45:00.005+08:00

Honestly, I would like to be a country rat. Well, the important theme here is "Rural villagers vs Urbanites"; "Country rat vs City rat".

Firstly, I shall talk about the Rural villagers, or in other words, the country rats.

1) Country rats are self dependant. They do not need to depend on anyone to provide them with food. They learn life skills, catch their own food and are self sustainable.

2) They are close to nature. They breathe fresh air everyday and have a wide, open sea

3) They live a slow-paced life, free from stress, and naturally live a longer life.

However, look at the urbanites, or the city rats.

1) The city rats requires people to provide themselves with food.

2) They live in a place where there are tall skyscrapers everywhere, you can hear a cacophony of honking horns, and clouds of poisonous, toxic gases emitted from the vehicles on the street.

3) They live a hectic lifestyle, where most are too busy trying to earn those metal discs and squarish paper to care for anyone injured on the street.

With the above points, my answer is obvious. I would rather be a stress free, independent individual, living close to nature, breathing fresh air everyday, than be a stressed out, heartless, dependant individual, living in a polluted and cramped environment. What's more, even if you have a lot of money, if your food supplier (be it meat or vegetables) refuse to sell you food, wouldn't you be starving to death? All that work for nothing?

On the other hand, if you were a country rat, you wouldn't fret about not having food to eat--there are plenty awaiting your catch (fish) and awaiting your hands to grow (vegetables)! Furthermore, if you look at it more carefully, the poor in the city are much worst than the rural villagers. They have no money=no food. Whereas the villagers? No money=plenty of food.

Here, I conclude that being a country rat is definitely better than being a city rat.

Hwa Chong Spirit- did it come alive or not?

2009-05-31T12:52:00.004+08:00

Hey guys, long time since I posted on this blog. So, what is the Hwa Chong spirit? Did it come alive or not?

A brief introduction. A total of 9 classes of sec 1's(including me), went to Chua Chu Kang Stadium on (err) 23rd April (that's a long time ago) to support the track and field finals of the C, B and A division. The stadium was huge, and the other schools had already been there a long time ago. The supporters from Raffles had brought their drums and other cheering materials, whereas we brought nothing. So what? We have the Hwa Chong spirit inside us. All of us, and it can move mountains.

2.30pm. The competition was about to begin. Our seniors who had accompanied us there (mostly councillors) were all very enthusiastic,while most of us were not. Some were not cheering along with the seniors when told to do so. They simply stood there, the bored look on their faces, cheering softly (seriously it was quite soft). What happened to the secondary ones? Why were they not enthusiastic at all? Don't they want their school to win?

Finally, the running events were on. Our A boys and girls were trailing behind the rest, not producing good results. It was not until we cheered hard for them did we understand the true meaning of the Hwa Chong spirit. The secondary ones finally understood the Hwa Chong spirit deep down inside us. It is the spirit of perseverance, the spirit of never giving up, and the spirit of gaining glory for our school. We cheered harder and louder, and more enthusiastically. With each cheer, our seniors put in more and more effort and persevered to the end. Even though the strain on their faces were evident, they pushed on, and pushed themselves to the limit, eventually clinching overall 2nd position.

There you have it. The Hwa Chong spirit did come alive in our hearts, burned brightly, lighted our sprinters' hearts, inspired them to challenge themselves, and to win races for us, for themselves, as well as for the school.

9.05pm, From The Diary Of Philip Malloy

2009-04-02T20:18:00.003+08:00

Wow, just saw Miss Narwin today. She looked thinner and her glasses looked thicker. Can't believe its been 1 year since I saw her. She reminds me of Harrison High and Allison. Miss Narwin didn't seem to recognise me anymore. Maybe she does, but refuses to speak to me. Tried to strike a conversation with her, but she just walked past without even looking at me. Guess she is still angry over the incident. Now I seem to regret for getting her into trouble. I mean I didn't expect things to get out of hand and make the school relieve her of her duty. I just wanted her to get a scolding or warning from the principal, thats all. Besides, I should not have distorted the truth when I told the incident to my folks. I just wanted it to be between the school, me and my parents, but it spread to the whole America! Looking back, I was really foolish. Miss Narwin, if you can hear me, I sincerely apologise!

A Good Reading Habit

2009-03-06T09:40:00.003+08:00

Many students have a good reading habit when they are young(Primary School). However, as they reach Secondary School, they find that the time they have left for reading gets less and less.

That was what happened to me. Before I went to primary school, I had been reading a lot of books. I used to go to the library thrice a week, but after I started studying in primary school, most of the time I had left to read books was replaced by homework, homework, homework. As I advance into P4, 5 and 6, I practically had no time to read.

I only gets worse and worse. In secondary school, I do not even have time to finish my homework!

weRead.com allows you to keep track of the books that you have read and it even allows you to find the books that you want to read! It even allows you to find your friends and share with them the books that you think are good.

I have just started my own weRead account and you can find me on www.weread.com

3 Environmental saving tips......

2009-02-17T17:10:00.006+08:00

1. When brushing your teeth, use water from a cup. Put a bottle of water in the water cistern of the toilet so that you do not use so much water to flush. (maybe when you are thirsty you can take that water in the bottle to drink. haha...urgh) Take a shower than a bath.(That way you can save time too!)Don't pour away excess water. Use it to water the flowers or tell your dad to wash his car with it!)

In short, just reduce water usage.

2. Don't take plastic bags when you don't need them....and bring your own bag .

Lets say Dick goes into 711 to buy a piece of chocolate, and requests for a plastic bag which he, upon reaching home, disposes of it. What would you think?

Next, it would be better to bring your own bag to shopping. That way, you would not complain about tearing plastic bags and the irritating sound of it. It will save the earth!!!! (Good thing NTUC charges 10 cents for every plastic bag)

3. Don't waste paper!!!

Please cut down usage on toilet paper, kitchen towels and tissues. Surely you don't need that much.

When using blank paper, foolscap, or anykind of paper, please use both sides if possible. Please

do not write something on a piece of paper, and if you do not like it, don't crush it up and throw

it away. Just erase it and start over.

If everyone were to do their part in saving the environment, the world would be a better place.

Really... Who Killed Adeline?

2009-01-28T10:31:00.010+08:00

If you guys do not know the story yet, this story is about Adeline, a girl who, because of failing her examinations, committed suicide.

Really, who "killed" Adeline?

I find that Adeline's parents "killed" her as they gave her a lot of stress, her mother emphasising that she would die if she did not pass and it would give her great shame. Also, her father says that he would be the laughing stock of his friends. Furthermore, they would give her a caning. In the late 70's the Singapore education system doe not tolerate students dropping out of school, therefore Adeline's parents are desperate for her to do well thus always emphasising her that it is crucial for her to pass. After learning that she did not pass, it was the last straw that broke the camel's back, pushing her to suicide.

Fergie.

Happy CNY!!!

2009-01-28T10:19:00.002+08:00

Happy CNY!!!

2009-01-28T10:01:00.006+08:00

Happy Niu Year everyone!

What have you guys done during the three days of holidays?

Well my three days so far were quite exciting.

On CNY eve, we had reunion dinner. (we went to a restaurant and the food was great!) After that my parents and I went to watch "The Wedding Game". It should have been rated NC16.

On the first day of...CNY I went to see the solar eclipse, at the science centre with some eclipse glasses given to me.

On the second day of... CNY I went to the Istana and it was so big to me, because I think it is bigger than HCI.

Thats about it, quite enjoyable. HAPPY CNY!!!!

It's a mad Man City world

2009-01-24T18:44:00.011+08:00

This is adopted from The Straits Times and is strictly just for laughs.

This transcript is between Man City's beleaguered manager and its obvious owner.

Manchester City's owner: Sheikh Mansour (in Blue)

Manchester City's manager: Mark Hughes (in white)

(so you guys can see more clearly)

Is that the manager?

Yes it is, sir. It's Mark Hughes.

Merv Hughes? Aren't you the retired cricketer with the massive moustache?

No, it's Mark, sir. This is City. You bought the city, remember?

I own the London Stock Exchange now, too? I know I've been busy but my people must keep me informed if they go shopping without telling me...

No, no, no, Manchester City. The football team you planned to turn into the biggest club in the world by throwing vulgar amounts of money at players who are already multi-millionaires at a time when most football fans are struggling with the global credit crunch.

Ah, that's right. It was my attempt to demonstrate my family's enduring values of respect to an international audience. Are we the biggest team in the world yet?

We're not even the biggest team in Manchester. There is a joke going around that we are the city's third team now.

Who is the second team?

Manchester United's reserves... Anyway, I had an idea this morning while I was watching Barack Obama on TV and...

Can we buy him too?

He's not a footballer, sir. He's the new American President.

He'll still do a better job for us than Richard Dunne.

That might be true. But I called you about Kaka.

Ah, the best player in the world you said. The player who'd win us the title you said. The player who'd be happy too swap the fashion houses of Milan for the track pants and hoodies of Manchester, you said.

Yeah, I know.

The player we could probably get in a straight swap deal for Richard Dunne, you said.

Yeah, well, he turned us down. He said true sporting greatness is about one's legacy, rather than the bank balance. He said there's more to life than money.

I'm sorry. I do not understand what you just said.

He believes that money is no guarantee of happiness.

Tell that to Leeds United.

But it's OK because I've bought a player in Kaka's image.

Lionel Messi?

No, Craig Bellamy.

I do not remember seeing his name in our original dream XI.

He wasn't. But he was the second best striker at West Ham behind Dean Ashton and he'll put a stop to dressing-room indiscipline.

Is he a calming influence then?

No, I'll give him a three iron. You should've seen what he did to John Arne Riise at Liverpool a couple of years ago.

But is this Bellamy a Manchester city kind of player?

He sulks on and off the pitch and has a tendency to go Awol.

He sounds like the ideal Manchester City player.

I certainly think Bellamy and Robinho will make a perfect couple.

What does Robinho think of his new strike partner?

I don't know. We haven't found him yet sir.

How much did we pay for this Bellamy?

Well he's 29 years old, a few months older than Michael Owen and spent most of last season injured and had no more than six decent games for West Ham. We paid 14 million pounds (S$31 million)

What a bargain... Here, what's that noise in the background?

That's Gianfranco Zola giggling on the other line.

Are we buying him too?

No, he's the West Ham manager, sir.

Why can I still hear him laughing?

He's wondering if we wanted to buy Carlton Cole for 20 million pounds.

~THE END~

Your manager,

Fergie

How can Singapore's Education System be improved?

2009-01-23T11:31:00.005+08:00

My favourite topic.

I think the education system can be greatly improved. How? Firstly, Singapore mainly focuses on study, study and study, so students lack physical well-being. Ask yourself, how much time do you have for P.E in a week? Only 40 minutes. For the rest who joins sport related CCAs maybe an extra 5 ours a week, but how about those who do not? According to a research conducted between Australian school children and Singapore school children, 30% of children in Singapore wears spectacles while only 6% of the children in Australia wears spectacles. Why? You would ask, and the main reason is a lack of exercise. Everyday, Australian children would end school at 1pm, followed by 2 hours of sports thrice a week. That is why they can sit in front of the computer for 3 hours a day and not have myopia while we do.

My next point is that Singapore focuses on drilling facts and figures into our heads while America focuses on letting their children do various assignments which involves research, letting them learn for themselves. Although Singapore newspaper reports always show that Singaporean children are doing better than others in America, who, grows up to be Nobel laureates, scientists, and researchers? Mostly Americans.

Another thing is- outings. Singapore's lessons are mainly conducted in classrooms, with 4 or 5 outings a year, while America has lots of outings. Lets say you are studying science. If you are learning about butterflies, it would help you remember if you could take a look at what it really looks like, right?

I guess you know what my points are...... right?

Your Manager,

Sir Alex Ferguson

Question... I mean questions for the day

2009-01-22T18:19:00.008+08:00

What is Education?

Big word with a big meaning. Here are some more sub-questions(if there is such word).

1)Must you need a teacher by your side everyday to be educated?Or your parents will do?

2)Does education have to take place in school?

3)Or do you need pieces of paper that says "Certificate of education" to be educated?

Please share your thoughts with me--------PLEASE!!!!

Enough, here's my view:

What is the definition of Education? It is the act or process of acquiring general knowledge, developing the powers of reasoning and judgement, and generally of preparing oneself or others intellectually for mature life, according to dictionary.com (Can you understand this?)

That is why I think education basically means to expand your knowledge, develop good character(civilly and morally). However, education does not exactly have to be in school, it can happen everywhere, anytime, any place. Oh and most importantly, it can be about anything. Who will be doing the teaching? Not necessarily teachers but also your parents. After all, teachers are adults too! In fact everyone can educate, just on different things as long as they have the capability to do so. That brings me to my last point.(I sound like a debater don't I?) Certificates are just to show that you have been through the education system, but it does not mean that if you are not in the system, you are not educated. Have you heard of "home-schooling"?

Here are my views---what's yours?

Your Manager,

Sir Alex Ferguson

Here's a cool video for you: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_bvT-DGcWw

2009-01-18T10:38:00.007+08:00

Enjoy!!!

Song: The Middle by Jimmy Eat World

My First Post

2009-01-16T21:36:00.006+08:00

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