Wednesday, 24 August 2011
Sunday, 17 April 2011
Online lesson Week 5
He could feel no more of his legs, not only legs; he could feel his arms, hands losing control. He slowly shut his eyes, hand still trying to grab the rifle that accompanied him throughout the battle. He could hear his comrades’ voice calling for him; he could feel their hands trying to resurrect him, he could still feel the ground shaking as the explosions continues. The surrounding was already ruined, debris, roofs, pillars, all piled on one other. He knew, the war was still continuing.
Saturday, 5 March 2011
Creating a Character
Essay Starting
Tuesday, 1 March 2011
Racisim
This should not be happening in places like Singapore, where racial harmony is emphasized a lot by government. Yet it does, especially against the Indians.
I had seen a lot of times, passengers avoiding seats beside indian men, especially those indian construction workers. I do understand that their smell are not very pleasant, but we should never say or act in front of the person. It is rude and racist, it's their culture to put on the scent, we should not discriminate their culture.
I had to admit that I am racist sometime too, especially toward the malays. I do not know why but i alway refrain from going near the malays when possible. Maybe because of the fierce and gangster look-like face those malay displayed.
Well, at least I had never met anyone who is racist against me. I hope that racism should be kept to the lowest, in order to have a harmonious society.
Mississippi Burning Q2
Monday, 28 February 2011
Perspectives of a Short Story
Poem: The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, And I-
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Poem on atticus
Term one Reflection
I should say. Miss Huang is great!
For the past few years, I never enjoyed learning English. Mostly due to the fact that I am not good in this language, and also I find the teachers boring or buyer.
However, this does not apply to Miss Huang’s lesson, she is so interesting, I had never been so enthusiastic about LA lessons before. I understand my own ability, I know I couldn’t write well, but I tried to. Miss Huang is the only teacher who saw my effort of trying. The others just think that I cannot write, hence I anyhow write.
I also learnt a lot from Miss Huang’s lesson, from elements of story to human values. Miss Huang cares a lot for our moral thinking. She will be very angry if any of us makes fun on things that are wrong, and I appreciate that. Some of our classmates are not very good in their attitudes, I know. Hence this reflection system indeed helps them to stop making wrong statements on something that is sad or serious.
After all, though this term is extremely busy for me, I enjoy every LA lesson taught by Miss Huang. ^^