Hi guys,
MASSIVE POSTING TODAY!
My hands are hurting due to the sheer amount of text I have wrote.
Well, I have made it pass today, so i'm going to celebrate with some butter biscuits and a hot cup of Milo.
Also, to celebrate I have got a NEW blogskin, brand new from the Information Super High Way.
However, if there are any problems with viewing the text, or problems with the blog, please leave a comment and it will be dealt with quickly asap.
If there are any blog skin suggestions, feel free to just post the links down at the comment section. :D
Ok cya,
Sean
Monday, May 24, 2010
Poems: A Three-Part Trilogy ( Finale)
Part 3: DIY Poem:
Primary School
I remember the pungent manure at the field.
I remember how it smelt like no good.
I remember how the first day was so relaxed,
I remember how my test days were spent so tense.
The first day when I tried to make new friends,
The last day when I said goodbye to them.
I can’t remember what happened in between,
A whirlwind of work and tests perhaps?
I started out with playing Catching,
Somehow it turned into intense Computer gaming.
I was lost in those virtual worlds,
Disconnected from all my woes.
Maybe that’s why I neglected my work,
Got further and further from my friends,
Maybe that’s why I’m they teased me and called me a ghost,
A shadow of my former self.
Alas, it is too late for regrets,
Only after the failing the only test that mattered,
Only after I parted with the very people I neglected,
I realized that my primary school days could have brought me the only thing that really mattered.
Joy.
Thanks for reading!
Sean
Primary School
I remember the pungent manure at the field.
I remember how it smelt like no good.
I remember how the first day was so relaxed,
I remember how my test days were spent so tense.
The first day when I tried to make new friends,
The last day when I said goodbye to them.
I can’t remember what happened in between,
A whirlwind of work and tests perhaps?
I started out with playing Catching,
Somehow it turned into intense Computer gaming.
I was lost in those virtual worlds,
Disconnected from all my woes.
Maybe that’s why I neglected my work,
Got further and further from my friends,
Maybe that’s why I’m they teased me and called me a ghost,
A shadow of my former self.
Alas, it is too late for regrets,
Only after the failing the only test that mattered,
Only after I parted with the very people I neglected,
I realized that my primary school days could have brought me the only thing that really mattered.
Joy.
Thanks for reading!
Sean
Poems: A Three-Part Trilogy
Part 1:
Poets thoughts/feelings:
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Gentle Reminder:
Well, I worked really hard on this. It took me a measurable amount of time to type this out, think and double-check. I know an easy way out would be to just copy and paste everything here, change a few words to avoid detection. Please don't. Do it the proper way. Just like I did. Whether you want to or not is up to you so just remember that. Only you know if you have broken the rules.
Enjoy!
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My badge has a Latin motto
Hope for the future
The future is hope
Or something
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Immediately we can see that the poet takes a very lax attitude towards his schooling because he does not even bother to learn his school motto!
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At times black crows try to interrupt
When we sing the National Anthem
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I will not be taking "black crows" literally. Although it is possible that black crows refer to actual black crows, one can infer that these black crows are actually naughty or misbehaving school children. This shows the growing disgust the poet has for his fellow schoolmates.
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It is difficult to maintain
The whiteness of my shoes
Especially on Wednesdays
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The whiteness of his shoes might be a metaphor for his childish innocence. In the poets view, maybe there are many other older children who teach him wrong things and corrupt his innocence. However, what so special about Wednesday? Well, literally, it is possible that on Wednesday the poet has PE. Which would stain his shoes due to the mud and dirt on the fields. This might also be because on Wednesday, once again referring to the poet's innocence, where during the games everyone cheats or uses underhanded means to win. We can infer that the poet really does not like school because he deems it is corrupting him and teaching him the wrong things.
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The Malay chauffeurs
Who wait for my schoolmates
Sit on the car park kerb
Telling jokes to one another
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We can infer that the poet is feeling poor,lowly and ignoble. He is green with envy because his classmates are so rich that they can have their own chauffeurs!
By this stanza, we can really tell that the poet just does not want to go to school for he would have to face all of this every day!
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Seven to the power of five is unreasonable
---------------------
This highlights the growing distaste the poet has for math.
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On Chinese New Year
Mrs Lee dressed up
In a sarong kebaya
And sang Bengawan Solo
---------------------
Now,the poet just outright mocks the so-called "cultural understanding" when Mrs.Lee ( from the name we can infer that she is Chinese.) wears a sarong kebaya and sings Bengawan Solo at a Chinese Festival! This just further justifies the point that the poet has really little regard for his school and he is just disappointed how horrible his school is.
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The capital of Singapore is Singapore
---------------------
The poet here is saddened at how he is forced to memorize these useless information. This, however, when reviewed first appears to be so, but actually may be an expression of the poet's shame and loathing for Singapore's education system where we just regurgitated information, mindlessly like a robot. Note how the author, unlike in the other stanzas, does not give any form of feelings or thoughts. Just a stone cold statement.
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My best friend did a heroic thing once
Shaded all A’s
For his Chinese Language
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The poet at this point appears to have a very messed up idea of heroism. Is shading all A's a heroic thing to do? Well, no. But then, note how the paper is a Chinese paper. It is well-known that Singaporeans are a laughing stock when it comes to Chinese. So, this may be a stab at how low the standard of Chinese is in Singaporeans, where we just randomly fill it answers and pray to pass. When one sees the deeper meaning, only then can one understand that the poet really is outraged with our Chinese standard and the school's overall nonchalance to the Chinese language.
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In our annual yearbook
There is a photograph of me
Pushing a wheelchair and smiling
At the exact moment
When my eyes were actually closed
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Perhaps, this may , to some people just be a closing joke. But, do they realize that this is actually a warning? The yearbook is a very important thing! It showcases the talent of the school and also its students. Many people will read it. However, because he was pushing a wheelchair, they took a picture of the poet. But alas, the poet's eyes were closed and of course this lead to the extreme embarrassment of the poet. We can infer that the message being passed is that helping others will only get yourself in trouble. Again, this may be a mockery of the overall "kiasuness" or "fear of losing out" that leads people to be more self-centered and ignorant of others I need. We can infer that the poet is just thoroughly disappointed that the school could not teach such basic morals and the said virtues of his classmates.
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Part 2:
Memories
I guess my primary school days were greatly different. My friend's Chinese were not that bad; we didn't have a year book; overall my lessons were very interesting and well-planned out. None of my friends were stinking rich, so no chauffeurs! Ha Ha... The teachers knew their stuff well, so we didn't have teachers wearing Sarongs during Chinese New Year!
So, I guess my Primary School Life differed quite far from the poets one.
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All right,
Thanks for reading and enjoy your day!
Sean
Poets thoughts/feelings:
--------------------------------
Gentle Reminder:
Well, I worked really hard on this. It took me a measurable amount of time to type this out, think and double-check. I know an easy way out would be to just copy and paste everything here, change a few words to avoid detection. Please don't. Do it the proper way. Just like I did. Whether you want to or not is up to you so just remember that. Only you know if you have broken the rules.
Enjoy!
---------------------------------
My badge has a Latin motto
Hope for the future
The future is hope
Or something
---------------------
Immediately we can see that the poet takes a very lax attitude towards his schooling because he does not even bother to learn his school motto!
---------------------
At times black crows try to interrupt
When we sing the National Anthem
---------------------
I will not be taking "black crows" literally. Although it is possible that black crows refer to actual black crows, one can infer that these black crows are actually naughty or misbehaving school children. This shows the growing disgust the poet has for his fellow schoolmates.
---------------------
It is difficult to maintain
The whiteness of my shoes
Especially on Wednesdays
---------------------
The whiteness of his shoes might be a metaphor for his childish innocence. In the poets view, maybe there are many other older children who teach him wrong things and corrupt his innocence. However, what so special about Wednesday? Well, literally, it is possible that on Wednesday the poet has PE. Which would stain his shoes due to the mud and dirt on the fields. This might also be because on Wednesday, once again referring to the poet's innocence, where during the games everyone cheats or uses underhanded means to win. We can infer that the poet really does not like school because he deems it is corrupting him and teaching him the wrong things.
---------------------
The Malay chauffeurs
Who wait for my schoolmates
Sit on the car park kerb
Telling jokes to one another
---------------------
We can infer that the poet is feeling poor,lowly and ignoble. He is green with envy because his classmates are so rich that they can have their own chauffeurs!
By this stanza, we can really tell that the poet just does not want to go to school for he would have to face all of this every day!
---------------------
Seven to the power of five is unreasonable
---------------------
This highlights the growing distaste the poet has for math.
---------------------
On Chinese New Year
Mrs Lee dressed up
In a sarong kebaya
And sang Bengawan Solo
---------------------
Now,the poet just outright mocks the so-called "cultural understanding" when Mrs.Lee ( from the name we can infer that she is Chinese.) wears a sarong kebaya and sings Bengawan Solo at a Chinese Festival! This just further justifies the point that the poet has really little regard for his school and he is just disappointed how horrible his school is.
---------------------
The capital of Singapore is Singapore
---------------------
The poet here is saddened at how he is forced to memorize these useless information. This, however, when reviewed first appears to be so, but actually may be an expression of the poet's shame and loathing for Singapore's education system where we just regurgitated information, mindlessly like a robot. Note how the author, unlike in the other stanzas, does not give any form of feelings or thoughts. Just a stone cold statement.
---------------------
My best friend did a heroic thing once
Shaded all A’s
For his Chinese Language
---------------------
The poet at this point appears to have a very messed up idea of heroism. Is shading all A's a heroic thing to do? Well, no. But then, note how the paper is a Chinese paper. It is well-known that Singaporeans are a laughing stock when it comes to Chinese. So, this may be a stab at how low the standard of Chinese is in Singaporeans, where we just randomly fill it answers and pray to pass. When one sees the deeper meaning, only then can one understand that the poet really is outraged with our Chinese standard and the school's overall nonchalance to the Chinese language.
---------------------
In our annual yearbook
There is a photograph of me
Pushing a wheelchair and smiling
At the exact moment
When my eyes were actually closed
---------------------
Perhaps, this may , to some people just be a closing joke. But, do they realize that this is actually a warning? The yearbook is a very important thing! It showcases the talent of the school and also its students. Many people will read it. However, because he was pushing a wheelchair, they took a picture of the poet. But alas, the poet's eyes were closed and of course this lead to the extreme embarrassment of the poet. We can infer that the message being passed is that helping others will only get yourself in trouble. Again, this may be a mockery of the overall "kiasuness" or "fear of losing out" that leads people to be more self-centered and ignorant of others I need. We can infer that the poet is just thoroughly disappointed that the school could not teach such basic morals and the said virtues of his classmates.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Part 2:
Memories
I guess my primary school days were greatly different. My friend's Chinese were not that bad; we didn't have a year book; overall my lessons were very interesting and well-planned out. None of my friends were stinking rich, so no chauffeurs! Ha Ha... The teachers knew their stuff well, so we didn't have teachers wearing Sarongs during Chinese New Year!
So, I guess my Primary School Life differed quite far from the poets one.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
All right,
Thanks for reading and enjoy your day!
Sean
Dysfunctionality
Welcome back!
Or if this is your first time here, hello and feel free to take a look at the stuff on this blog!
(I mean, that's why you're here right? )
So, first off, you might be wondering why I'm throwing big words at you. It's because I don't like you. Okay, no. I'm here to share with you an important topic about families and their love !which I copied off the internet.
So, read on and enjoy!
What is a functional family?
A Functional family is a family with everyone in the family doing what they are supposed to do e.g the father earning money. A further simplification would be a normal or average family.
Huh? I don't get it. Examples?
Well, in the case of The Village By The Sea by Anita Desai, the functional family refers to Biju and the rich de Silvas.
Ok, so what is a dysfunctional family?
A Dysfunctional family is a broken family.
Oh, as in divorced?
Not always. Actually, it is when the family or maybe one or more members of that family are/is not doing what they are supposed to be doing!
I see. Can I have an example?
In the case of The Village By The Sea by Anita Desai, the dysfunctional family refers to Hari’s family.
A quick summary of what we have learned:
Functional Family:
a)Biju
b)de Silvas
Dysfunctional family:
c)Hari’s family.
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Have a nice day,
Sean
Or if this is your first time here, hello and feel free to take a look at the stuff on this blog!
(I mean, that's why you're here right? )
So, first off, you might be wondering why I'm throwing big words at you. It's because I don't like you. Okay, no. I'm here to share with you an important topic about families and their love !
So, read on and enjoy!
What is a functional family?
A Functional family is a family with everyone in the family doing what they are supposed to do e.g the father earning money. A further simplification would be a normal or average family.
Huh? I don't get it. Examples?
Well, in the case of The Village By The Sea by Anita Desai, the functional family refers to Biju and the rich de Silvas.
Ok, so what is a dysfunctional family?
A Dysfunctional family is a broken family.
Oh, as in divorced?
Not always. Actually, it is when the family or maybe one or more members of that family are/is not doing what they are supposed to be doing!
I see. Can I have an example?
In the case of The Village By The Sea by Anita Desai, the dysfunctional family refers to Hari’s family.
A quick summary of what we have learned:
Functional Family:
a)Biju
b)de Silvas
Dysfunctional family:
c)Hari’s family.
Now, I realize that many of you may not understand what I'm talking about. You can find the summary of Village by the Sea online, but for your benefit I will be extracting evidence so you don't have to look through the whole book.
The text in bold is talking about Biju's family and the De Silva's. ( Functional)
The normal text refers to Hari's family.( Dysfunctional )
Biju’s wife wears luxurious and expensive gold bangles.
Kamal and Bela can barely afford cheap glass bangles.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Biju has a fleet of boats he uses to catch fish and even a motor boat. (Look, I know you are wondering whats the big deal about motors but this is rural India in 1982.)
Hari’s father had a boat which had been sold to clear his debts for toddy. Hari had to fish with a small and broken fishing net which could only provide him some small and miserable fishes and shrimps.
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The De Silva's can eat plates and plates of bread or fresh big pom frets every morning for breakfast.
Hari’s family could only afford to eat chapati every meal. They could not even spare some money to buy some sweets.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
When the De Silva's feel like it, they simply whisk away to Thul for a holiday.
Hari's family have never travelled to another country, not even a city.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
This is a real problem in many developing countries even now.
So please, appreciate what you have and the warmth of your family!Have a nice day,
Sean
Monday, May 10, 2010
Preparing for War
"An army gathers, a storm is forming and weapons are polished..."
The following post should be read with this accompanying music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TePWFnYW3Ek
So Term 2 is ending, and Term 3 is beginning. That means that English ACE is now compulsory. Which ALSO means that many people in the Secondary 1 classes are going to start spamming their blogs with posts. I'm going to try to avoid this last minute cramming by posting all my posts now. Mwahahahahaha.
So, as the title suggests, I'm going to be preparing for war. Well, not literally. I was motivated by a recent comment to add more stuff on this blog. Great. MORE work. But, nonetheless, I am so benevolent and kind-hearted that I will be listening to any of your advice, and if it's feasible, I will definitely be implementing it. So, shoot away.
Also, some updates:
- I have been starting to advertise my blog on facebook. Mwahahaha.
- I'm out of ideas for now :( so there will be less frequent updates unless I am inspired.
- Homework / projects may hinder this blogs progress.
Finally,
Thank you Derrick for randomly following this blog and posting comments.
You deserve ACE points. Even though I'm not very sure how you are gonna get them.
You also deserve a reward! ( Which is I'm going to follow your blog and stalk you :D)
All the best my lone commenter!
Hope you achieve your dreams~~~
Sean
The following post should be read with this accompanying music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TePWFnYW3Ek
So Term 2 is ending, and Term 3 is beginning. That means that English ACE is now compulsory. Which ALSO means that many people in the Secondary 1 classes are going to start spamming their blogs with posts. I'm going to try to avoid this last minute cramming by posting all my posts now. Mwahahahahaha.
So, as the title suggests, I'm going to be preparing for war. Well, not literally. I was motivated by a recent comment to add more stuff on this blog. Great. MORE work. But, nonetheless, I am so benevolent and kind-hearted that I will be listening to any of your advice, and if it's feasible, I will definitely be implementing it. So, shoot away.
Also, some updates:
- I have been starting to advertise my blog on facebook. Mwahahaha.
- I'm out of ideas for now :( so there will be less frequent updates unless I am inspired.
- Homework / projects may hinder this blogs progress.
Finally,
Thank you Derrick for randomly following this blog and posting comments.
You deserve ACE points. Even though I'm not very sure how you are gonna get them.
You also deserve a reward! ( Which is I'm going to follow your blog and stalk you :D)
All the best my lone commenter!
Hope you achieve your dreams~~~
Sean
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Justin Bieber
" And then the world was torn asunder, Bieber lovers and Bieber haters..."
Holy smokes.
Justin Beiber.
Believe it or not, I heard that he was a sensation just recently! Unfortunately I had been adequately embarrassed by an awkward chat on Msn about Justin. Apparently he had been enjoying his 16- year old success for quite some time now.
I am not really into music, so I didn't bother to check it out.
Which makes this blog post redundant.
Right...
Let's review the facts shall we?
1. He is 16 years old.
2. He has legions of fanatical and nearly heretical fans that I'm sure will be more than willing to sell their souls, invade Russia and construct monuments in his name.
3. Based on the above, we can see that Justin has a whole lot of power on his 16 year old hands.
4. Power corrupts.
5. Thus, Justin Bieber is corrupted
6.Corrupted people are either perverted or aspiring dictators.
7.Since Justin is not perverted.....
8.Justin is evil.
So that would put me....
as a Justin Hater.
Not that I'm jealous or anything about his awesome skills, dreamy eyes, and dashing face...
Oh darn. I admit it I'm caught with the Bieber-fever...
Russia, here I come!
-Sean
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Disclaimer: This article is atrue reflection of my thoughts cheap attempt at ACE points satire and not to be taken seriously because I really am not familiar with Justin. So, what are YOUR views on child-stars?
Holy smokes.
Justin Beiber.
Believe it or not, I heard that he was a sensation just recently! Unfortunately I had been adequately embarrassed by an awkward chat on Msn about Justin. Apparently he had been enjoying his 16- year old success for quite some time now.
I am not really into music, so I didn't bother to check it out.
Which makes this blog post redundant.
Right...
Let's review the facts shall we?
1. He is 16 years old.
2. He has legions of fanatical and nearly heretical fans that I'm sure will be more than willing to sell their souls, invade Russia and construct monuments in his name.
3. Based on the above, we can see that Justin has a whole lot of power on his 16 year old hands.
4. Power corrupts.
5. Thus, Justin Bieber is corrupted
6.Corrupted people are either perverted or aspiring dictators.
7.Since Justin is not perverted.....
8.Justin is evil.
So that would put me....
as a Justin Hater.
Not that I'm jealous or anything about his awesome skills, dreamy eyes, and dashing face...
Oh darn. I admit it I'm caught with the Bieber-fever...
Russia, here I come!
-Sean
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