It can be good
It can be bad
But without it my mood
Will turn sad
With it, there are two paths
One to go further in knowledge
In English, Science and Maths
The other to push you over the edge
P.S (It is a computer.)
Monday, July 27, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Reflection for online lessons
I) Overall did you put in more hours per day with E-Learning or a regular school day with homework?
On the whole, I spent more time with E-learning on the homework. This is because I have access to much more resources to give the best assignment and therefore I spent much time on the Internet doing research, and some times I get carried away.
II)Were you able to complete the Language Arts assignments in about an hour each or did they take longer?
Longer. I took things at a more relaxed pace and could use the resources I had do my work, such as the Internet.
III)I like assignment 3 the most as it allowed me to express my feelings and emotions through poetry. I did not like assignment 1 that much because I could not find much figurative language in my chosen poem.
IV)A designated day for to post each assignment so we do not attempt all at once in an attempt to finish the homework quickly(and to do other recreational activities) and ending up learning nothing at all. And perhaps some clearer formatting and instructions.
V) I enjoyed E-learning. The pace is relaxed yet time rushes past us in great dollops, and soon we will be back in school. Only thing is that there is little interaction and socialising. Great learning experience for English and other subjects.
On the whole, I spent more time with E-learning on the homework. This is because I have access to much more resources to give the best assignment and therefore I spent much time on the Internet doing research, and some times I get carried away.
II)Were you able to complete the Language Arts assignments in about an hour each or did they take longer?
Longer. I took things at a more relaxed pace and could use the resources I had do my work, such as the Internet.
III)I like assignment 3 the most as it allowed me to express my feelings and emotions through poetry. I did not like assignment 1 that much because I could not find much figurative language in my chosen poem.
IV)A designated day for to post each assignment so we do not attempt all at once in an attempt to finish the homework quickly(and to do other recreational activities) and ending up learning nothing at all. And perhaps some clearer formatting and instructions.
V) I enjoyed E-learning. The pace is relaxed yet time rushes past us in great dollops, and soon we will be back in school. Only thing is that there is little interaction and socialising. Great learning experience for English and other subjects.
Lesson 6
Q2)
I do not think that it is right to build a casino . Despite the fact that there are advantages, the negative effects of a casino outweigh its advantages.
Therefore, I object to the opening of a casino in
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Lesson 3
My badge has a Latin motto
Hope for the future
The future is hope
Or something
At times black crows try to interrupt
When we sing the National Anthem
It is difficult to maintain
The whiteness of my shoes
Especially on Wednesdays I must admit there is something quite special
About the bare thighs of hardworking scouts
The Malay chauffeurs
Who wait for my schoolmates
Sit on the car park kerb
Telling jokes to one another
Seven to the power of five is unreasonable
On Chinese New Year Mrs Lee dressed up
In a sarong kebaya
And sang Bengawan Solo
The capital of Singapore is Singapore
My best friend did a heroic thing once
Shaded all A’s
For his Chinese Language Multiple-choice paper
In our annual yearbook
There is a photograph of me
Pushing a wheelchair and smiling
They caught me
At the exact moment
When my eyes were actually closed
This poem was written in the form of a free verse, structuring it like daily conversation, as if it was trying to engage the reader in normal conversation, relating events about school life, rather than poetically. Alliterations were not used, showing that making this poem have a musical effect is not the top priority in composing this poem. Imagery was used. For example, "black crows" and "whiteness of my shoes". Even though these are not very strong "pictures", they enable the reader to "see" what the poet is trying to show.
1)The poet misses his secondary school. He recalls many significant details of the time he had, regardless of whether it happened regularly or not. Many of the things he remembers are those of happy times, that he did not leave this school without regrets. He seems to want to go back to secondary school life given the chance, to enjoy his past memories once more.
2)Poem of my school
My old school.
My old classroom.
My old teacher.
My old friends.
It was such a long time
Since we moaned about homework.
It was such a long time
Since we cheered when the bell rang.
It was such a long time
Since we had to do practice papers.
It was indeed such a long time
Since we were told to sit down and be quiet.
The computer lab.
Our old haunt.
Pleading,
Rioting,
Begging,
With our teacher,
To let us go.
Chaos
Havoc
and Anarchy
That was how we used to describe
The greatness of our class
After great struggles, we came through
Half went with honors,
Leaving with pages of valuable history
Recorded by our young school.
Others were not bad
Though there were better
Yet all were proud to have
A book each
In the history record
Having gone through and done the unprecedented
Despite the joys and celebration as a class,
There was sadness
It was time to go.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
We swore
through tears and smiles
that we would stay as one.
One united class. One united group of forever friends.
Hope for the future
The future is hope
Or something
At times black crows try to interrupt
When we sing the National Anthem
It is difficult to maintain
The whiteness of my shoes
Especially on Wednesdays I must admit there is something quite special
About the bare thighs of hardworking scouts
The Malay chauffeurs
Who wait for my schoolmates
Sit on the car park kerb
Telling jokes to one another
Seven to the power of five is unreasonable
On Chinese New Year Mrs Lee dressed up
In a sarong kebaya
And sang Bengawan Solo
The capital of Singapore is Singapore
My best friend did a heroic thing once
Shaded all A’s
For his Chinese Language Multiple-choice paper
In our annual yearbook
There is a photograph of me
Pushing a wheelchair and smiling
They caught me
At the exact moment
When my eyes were actually closed
This poem was written in the form of a free verse, structuring it like daily conversation, as if it was trying to engage the reader in normal conversation, relating events about school life, rather than poetically. Alliterations were not used, showing that making this poem have a musical effect is not the top priority in composing this poem. Imagery was used. For example, "black crows" and "whiteness of my shoes". Even though these are not very strong "pictures", they enable the reader to "see" what the poet is trying to show.
1)The poet misses his secondary school. He recalls many significant details of the time he had, regardless of whether it happened regularly or not. Many of the things he remembers are those of happy times, that he did not leave this school without regrets. He seems to want to go back to secondary school life given the chance, to enjoy his past memories once more.
2)Poem of my school
My old school.
My old classroom.
My old teacher.
My old friends.
It was such a long time
Since we moaned about homework.
It was such a long time
Since we cheered when the bell rang.
It was such a long time
Since we had to do practice papers.
It was indeed such a long time
Since we were told to sit down and be quiet.
The computer lab.
Our old haunt.
Pleading,
Rioting,
Begging,
With our teacher,
To let us go.
Chaos
Havoc
and Anarchy
That was how we used to describe
The greatness of our class
After great struggles, we came through
Half went with honors,
Leaving with pages of valuable history
Recorded by our young school.
Others were not bad
Though there were better
Yet all were proud to have
A book each
In the history record
Having gone through and done the unprecedented
Despite the joys and celebration as a class,
There was sadness
It was time to go.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
We swore
through tears and smiles
that we would stay as one.
One united class. One united group of forever friends.
Lesson 4
1)The title "Paper" refers to the stocks that were bought. Stocks are actually another form of gambling. As the stocks goes up, the value of the "paper" rises and money is made. In the end, the man dies but has a grand funeral showing what he might have gained. A large house, a car, a happy family.In paper.
2)Ah Boh was extremely superstitious when she was gambling. She tried to recall dreams and interpret them to give herself numbers, believing it was a mystical fore=ce who gave her the numbers wanted her to help her win.Sh even went so far as to weighing her employer's cat and asking a month-old baby to help her pick numbers. Worst of all, she would go and rush to accident scenes and stand the gruesome sight just to copy down the car plate numbers of the cars involved in the accidents. These unfounded beliefs just led Ah Boh to gamble even more despite her employer's accident.
3)It was his uncle, Oscar Cresswell.He gave Paul his first winning note. This encouraged Paul to continue gambling. After dicovering that Paul could predict the winning horse, Uncle Oscar decided to become partners with Paul in hope that Paul would help him to obtain vast wealth. This was also an encouragement to Paul to continue with his gambling streak. The constant encouragement ultimately led to Paul's dead.
P.S How did Paul manage to shout Malabar when he was supposed to be unconscious?
2)Ah Boh was extremely superstitious when she was gambling. She tried to recall dreams and interpret them to give herself numbers, believing it was a mystical fore=ce who gave her the numbers wanted her to help her win.Sh even went so far as to weighing her employer's cat and asking a month-old baby to help her pick numbers. Worst of all, she would go and rush to accident scenes and stand the gruesome sight just to copy down the car plate numbers of the cars involved in the accidents. These unfounded beliefs just led Ah Boh to gamble even more despite her employer's accident.
3)It was his uncle, Oscar Cresswell.He gave Paul his first winning note. This encouraged Paul to continue gambling. After dicovering that Paul could predict the winning horse, Uncle Oscar decided to become partners with Paul in hope that Paul would help him to obtain vast wealth. This was also an encouragement to Paul to continue with his gambling streak. The constant encouragement ultimately led to Paul's dead.
P.S How did Paul manage to shout Malabar when he was supposed to be unconscious?
Lesson 5
2)The Paper compared to the Green Clothes.
The tips in the Green Clothes was tips on how to buy stocks on the Paper.
Having dry lips refers to the anticipation of whether the person "won" or "lost".
All was lost when the stocks crashed in the Paper, so all was in vain
3) The Lottery compared to the One-Dollar Gamble
Ah Boh has one dollar to bet. The blind man is Ah Boh's mother.13 is the most unlucky number.The number is found in gruesome car accidents in which Ah Boh would visit in order to obtain numbers to gamble on. Eventually, Ah Boh will have no more money to gamble with since her employer is now dead.
The tips in the Green Clothes was tips on how to buy stocks on the Paper.
Having dry lips refers to the anticipation of whether the person "won" or "lost".
All was lost when the stocks crashed in the Paper, so all was in vain
3) The Lottery compared to the One-Dollar Gamble
Ah Boh has one dollar to bet. The blind man is Ah Boh's mother.13 is the most unlucky number.The number is found in gruesome car accidents in which Ah Boh would visit in order to obtain numbers to gamble on. Eventually, Ah Boh will have no more money to gamble with since her employer is now dead.
Monday, June 29, 2009
My Favourite Poet
My favourite poet is William Shakespeare. Although he is more famous as a play writer, he has composed 400 poems. His literary works have lived on since the 16th century till now.
Background:
William Shakespeare was born in Stratford-upon-Avon, allegedly on April 23, 1564. Church records from Holy Trinity Church indicate that he was baptized there on April 26, 1564. Young William was born of John Shakespeare, a glover and leather merchant, and Mary Arden, a landed heiress. William, according to the church register, was the third of eight children the Shakespeare household—three of whom died in childhood. John Shakespeare had a remarkable run of success as a merchant, and later as an alderman and high bailiff of Stratford, during William's early childhood. His fortunes declined, however, in the 1570s. Shakespeare's success is apparent when studied against other playwrights of this age. His company was the most successful in London in his day. He had plays published and sold in octavo editions, or "penny-copies" to the more literate of his audiences. It is noted that never before had a playwright enjoyed sufficient acclaim to see his works published and sold as popular literature in the midst of his career. While Shakespeare could not be accounted wealthy, by London standards, his success allowed him to purchase New House and retire in comfort to Stratford in 1611.
William Shakespeare wrote his will in 1611, bequeathing his properties to his daughter Susanna (married in 1607 to Dr. John Hall). To his surviving daughter Judith, he left £300, and to his wife Anne left "my second best bed." William Shakespeare allegedly died on his birthday, April 23, 1616. This is probably more of a romantic myth than reality, but Shakespeare was interred at Holy Trinity in Stratford on April 25. In 1623, two working companions of Shakespeare from the Lord Chamberlain's Men, John Heminges and Henry Condell, printed the First Folio edition of the Collected Works, of which half the plays contained therein were previously unpublished. The First Folio also contained Shakespeare's sonnets.
William Shakespeare's legacy is a body of work that will never again be equaled in Western civilization. His words have endured for 400 years, and still reach across the centuries as powerfully as ever. Even in death, he leaves a final piece of verse as his epitaph.
O from what power hast thou this powerful might
Background:
William Shakespeare was born in Stratford-upon-Avon, allegedly on April 23, 1564. Church records from Holy Trinity Church indicate that he was baptized there on April 26, 1564. Young William was born of John Shakespeare, a glover and leather merchant, and Mary Arden, a landed heiress. William, according to the church register, was the third of eight children the Shakespeare household—three of whom died in childhood. John Shakespeare had a remarkable run of success as a merchant, and later as an alderman and high bailiff of Stratford, during William's early childhood. His fortunes declined, however, in the 1570s. Shakespeare's success is apparent when studied against other playwrights of this age. His company was the most successful in London in his day. He had plays published and sold in octavo editions, or "penny-copies" to the more literate of his audiences. It is noted that never before had a playwright enjoyed sufficient acclaim to see his works published and sold as popular literature in the midst of his career. While Shakespeare could not be accounted wealthy, by London standards, his success allowed him to purchase New House and retire in comfort to Stratford in 1611.
William Shakespeare wrote his will in 1611, bequeathing his properties to his daughter Susanna (married in 1607 to Dr. John Hall). To his surviving daughter Judith, he left £300, and to his wife Anne left "my second best bed." William Shakespeare allegedly died on his birthday, April 23, 1616. This is probably more of a romantic myth than reality, but Shakespeare was interred at Holy Trinity in Stratford on April 25. In 1623, two working companions of Shakespeare from the Lord Chamberlain's Men, John Heminges and Henry Condell, printed the First Folio edition of the Collected Works, of which half the plays contained therein were previously unpublished. The First Folio also contained Shakespeare's sonnets.
William Shakespeare's legacy is a body of work that will never again be equaled in Western civilization. His words have endured for 400 years, and still reach across the centuries as powerfully as ever. Even in death, he leaves a final piece of verse as his epitaph.
O from what power hast thou this powerful might
O, from what power hast thou this powerful might
With insufficiency my heart to sway?
To make me give the lie to my true sight,
And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?
Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
There is such strength and warrantise of skill
That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?
Who taught thee how to make me love thee more,
The more I hear and see just cause of hate?
O, though I love what others do abhor,
With others thou shouldst not abhor my state.
If thy unworthiness raised love in me,
More worthy I to be beloved of thee.
In the old age black was not counted fair
n the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name;
But now is black beauty's successive heir,
And beauty slandered with a bastard shame.
For since each hand hath put on nature's power,
Fairing the foul with art's false borrowed face,
Sweet beauty hath no name no holy bower,
But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace.
Therefore my mistress' eyes are raven black,
Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem,
At such who, not born fair no beauty lack,
Sland'ring creation with a false esteem.
Yet so they mourn, becoming of their woe,
That every tongue says beauty should look so.
Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Full charactered with lasting memory,
Which shall above that idle rank remain
Beyond all date even to eternity—
Or at the least, so long as brain and heart
Have faculty by nature to subsist;
Till each to razed oblivion yield his part
Of thee, thy record never can be missed.
That poor retention could not so much hold,
Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score;
Therefore to give them from me was I bold,
To trust those tables that receive thee more.
To keep an adjunct to remember thee
Were to import forgetfulness in me.
Sources:http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/william_shakespeare/poems
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets.html
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/william_shakespeare/poems/1371
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/william_shakespeare/poems/1376
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/william_shakespeare/poems/1401
With insufficiency my heart to sway?
To make me give the lie to my true sight,
And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?
Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
There is such strength and warrantise of skill
That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?
Who taught thee how to make me love thee more,
The more I hear and see just cause of hate?
O, though I love what others do abhor,
With others thou shouldst not abhor my state.
If thy unworthiness raised love in me,
More worthy I to be beloved of thee.
In the old age black was not counted fair
n the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name;
But now is black beauty's successive heir,
And beauty slandered with a bastard shame.
For since each hand hath put on nature's power,
Fairing the foul with art's false borrowed face,
Sweet beauty hath no name no holy bower,
But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace.
Therefore my mistress' eyes are raven black,
Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem,
At such who, not born fair no beauty lack,
Sland'ring creation with a false esteem.
Yet so they mourn, becoming of their woe,
That every tongue says beauty should look so.
Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Full charactered with lasting memory,
Which shall above that idle rank remain
Beyond all date even to eternity—
Or at the least, so long as brain and heart
Have faculty by nature to subsist;
Till each to razed oblivion yield his part
Of thee, thy record never can be missed.
That poor retention could not so much hold,
Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score;
Therefore to give them from me was I bold,
To trust those tables that receive thee more.
To keep an adjunct to remember thee
Were to import forgetfulness in me.
Sources:http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/william_shakespeare/poems
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets.html
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/william_shakespeare/poems/1371
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/william_shakespeare/poems/1376
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/william_shakespeare/poems/1401
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