Okay, I know my lot in life is a lot better than most. My parents may even be over-indulging me. But right now, I'm stuck and fed up with the whole system. Or maybe I'm just fed up with myself. the student council elections aren't going at all well. I doubt I'll get in, not at the rate things are going. I have this feeling that my friends are siding up against me, but it doesn't matter too much, we hardly have "time" to talk to each other in any case.
The main point.
There have been election posters pasted in every classroom. On the first day they were pinned up, my face was fine.
Two days ago, someone had used liquid paper on my left eye and added a dot of a blue pen on top of the dried correction. The pen confirmed that it was a deliberate act.
It isn't that bad, but its as if someone is putting you on par with Paris Hilton, Britney, Miley Cyrus and other folk whose photos are vandalised. Who cares, its just me putting myself in the center where everything else revolves around. its hard not to when the school environment from the time class starts till recess then again till after school resembles a workhouse.
This shows how much one's mood can change in a day. After Chinese tuition,which is now, I had a series of really bad mood swings. i better get some rest. God Bless me and all the other people.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Journal Entry for Church 01
Sigh, I come online and find my blogger posting totally changed. No more adding pictures or changing font sizes on this page. Or maybe its just maintenance. Please let it be so.
As a discipleship group, we decided to take on a spiritual habit challenge, our series of talks being about spiritual habits and growing closer to God. So, from now until 31st December i have to make two journal entries per week, inclusive of thanksgiving and lessons learnt.
Okay, I'm thankful that my cramps aren't exactly crippling but I learnt (or rather confirmed) that my body has become immune to a rather strong pain-killer.
Alright, to the more serious things. Tomorrow I'll be performing a short segment in a production by me and a number of other girls about what we would do if we only had 18 minutes to live life all over again. I'll post the poem on this blog soon. The course was five days during the holidays, 9a.m to 4p.m, and conducted by a wonderful instructer Nirmala Seshadri.
Yesterday, I signed a policy which involves a vast amount of saving to a spender like me. I'm bonded to it for ten years. Imagine that. And my parents wanted me to take 25 years. God bless me, I hope I can fork out the required sum each year.
After tuition last night, we went for a desert-supper treat. While finding a place to seat, or rather hovering around a potential seat, I could only stand watching an aged cleaner wipe and take a way the remains of the last party's plates and drinks. He did it so slowly, it was really horrible to see it. My parents said to let them clear it up but I can't help but think that I wouldn't mind clearing my own plate but clearing another's is rather gross. It makes one feel like the scum of the Earth when you see yourself, well fed and well off, standing around while someone clears your table. I know these men and women are paid but it doesn't make me feel any better.
Then again today. My parents had bought packs of tissue from to a man with an amputated arm who was asking us to buy tissues from him. But he came back again asking them to buy some more. It is a common sight in Singapore but sometimes one feels inclined to give to these sort of causes. I feel fine giving to baskers and the occasional aged man in a wheelchair. But some of them have a lot of pluck, as though they have been so desentisied by their way of life. I pray to God that I won't find myself in that condition. When it comes to age and proverty, I think that if someone sped up my life in a twinkle and I found myself with arthritis, I would even consider ending my life by mercy killing or euthanasia.
My tolerance for pain and suffering is really very limited. Menstrual cramps have me doubled over and wanting to curl up and never step foot outside the house. Outward pain like a car running over my foot is still more tolerable to the walls of a woman's womb breaking down.
But, God, why did you have to make Eve's puishment the pain of childbirth? Isn't it enough for humans to suffer age, neglect, temptation, loss of love and the loss of hope? I suppose someone has to do it. But sometimes I wonder why it had to be this. Jesus, thankfully, wasn't on Earth as a woman. One thing most writers forget is the heroine having her time of the month. Surely most women aren't as lucky as that to keep on slaying villians and working at the factory every day, hard as that is from the labour involved, and yet not happen to suffer a tweak from the bleeding?
Only Catheine Lim, an author I don't exactly like, used it as a weapon against an idol.
Sorry, I was ranting.
We're doing the book of Jonah now for sermons. It's quite amazing how much background there is that isn't written in the bible. I guess the best imaginations can be tested in picturing the actual feelings of the men in those times.
Here's to human endeavour and the completion of this accountability test!
As a discipleship group, we decided to take on a spiritual habit challenge, our series of talks being about spiritual habits and growing closer to God. So, from now until 31st December i have to make two journal entries per week, inclusive of thanksgiving and lessons learnt.
Okay, I'm thankful that my cramps aren't exactly crippling but I learnt (or rather confirmed) that my body has become immune to a rather strong pain-killer.
Alright, to the more serious things. Tomorrow I'll be performing a short segment in a production by me and a number of other girls about what we would do if we only had 18 minutes to live life all over again. I'll post the poem on this blog soon. The course was five days during the holidays, 9a.m to 4p.m, and conducted by a wonderful instructer Nirmala Seshadri.
Yesterday, I signed a policy which involves a vast amount of saving to a spender like me. I'm bonded to it for ten years. Imagine that. And my parents wanted me to take 25 years. God bless me, I hope I can fork out the required sum each year.
After tuition last night, we went for a desert-supper treat. While finding a place to seat, or rather hovering around a potential seat, I could only stand watching an aged cleaner wipe and take a way the remains of the last party's plates and drinks. He did it so slowly, it was really horrible to see it. My parents said to let them clear it up but I can't help but think that I wouldn't mind clearing my own plate but clearing another's is rather gross. It makes one feel like the scum of the Earth when you see yourself, well fed and well off, standing around while someone clears your table. I know these men and women are paid but it doesn't make me feel any better.
Then again today. My parents had bought packs of tissue from to a man with an amputated arm who was asking us to buy tissues from him. But he came back again asking them to buy some more. It is a common sight in Singapore but sometimes one feels inclined to give to these sort of causes. I feel fine giving to baskers and the occasional aged man in a wheelchair. But some of them have a lot of pluck, as though they have been so desentisied by their way of life. I pray to God that I won't find myself in that condition. When it comes to age and proverty, I think that if someone sped up my life in a twinkle and I found myself with arthritis, I would even consider ending my life by mercy killing or euthanasia.
My tolerance for pain and suffering is really very limited. Menstrual cramps have me doubled over and wanting to curl up and never step foot outside the house. Outward pain like a car running over my foot is still more tolerable to the walls of a woman's womb breaking down.
But, God, why did you have to make Eve's puishment the pain of childbirth? Isn't it enough for humans to suffer age, neglect, temptation, loss of love and the loss of hope? I suppose someone has to do it. But sometimes I wonder why it had to be this. Jesus, thankfully, wasn't on Earth as a woman. One thing most writers forget is the heroine having her time of the month. Surely most women aren't as lucky as that to keep on slaying villians and working at the factory every day, hard as that is from the labour involved, and yet not happen to suffer a tweak from the bleeding?
Only Catheine Lim, an author I don't exactly like, used it as a weapon against an idol.
Sorry, I was ranting.
We're doing the book of Jonah now for sermons. It's quite amazing how much background there is that isn't written in the bible. I guess the best imaginations can be tested in picturing the actual feelings of the men in those times.
Here's to human endeavour and the completion of this accountability test!
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Classroom Blabber
This is possibly the most inappropriate time to blog about this but some things simply can't be let down so easily. I have this feeling that everyone is talking about me behind my back. I know its a mind over matter kind of thing but what can a girl do? I mean, at home I becoming a bit of a stretsophenic or whatever they call those people who wash their hands repeatedly or arrange everything exactly. Only I check every five minutes that my alarm is on, that my key is on the door knob, that every air-conditioner is turned off and every window closed before I go out.
Well, to get it into actual written evidence, I think the teachers voted me in for student council but I have to pass the vote from the cohort. Basically, I couldn't care too much if it sways either way but it would mean I have my own blazer, something I have to beg from my senior everytime debate season rolls in. To me, the badge doesn't define anything.
Only thing is, I think many people see it as a popularity vote, not truly reflective of the person's credentials and abilities. I like to see it as a representation of what the class wants.
But now I know what I really resent. I resent the fact that you can't be yourself (i.e. show your distress over a dumb project) even within your own home. I can't trust my friends in school with my frustration and neither can I trust my parents with it. I don't have siblings. Who else am I left with? Myself and God. Perhaps if Singapore wasn't so vastly populated and we had the railway train passing by more often I could use the shouting outlet. But no, I'll be competing with the drilling of our neighbours upstairs.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
English Journal Entry on Anorexia
Thinspiration? With all that’s being blasted by the media and health talks I doubt anyone can stay in ignorance to these fads. But this is the first time I’ve heard the phrase. It’s quite horrible what some people do to themselves and when they get friends who are equally sedulous, the results are horrifying to the doctors and most of us.
I’ve listened to a mock debate about the ethics in force-feeding anorexia and one side proposed anorexia as a way of life which we should condone if not support. When you think of it, is it just because they are a minority with strong opposition that they can not explain themselves decently enough to the public? Personally, I’ve had problems with weight but it could be because of all the bad media on it that makes me think that dietary “abnormalities” are heinous destructions to the sanctity of life.
Okay, I’ve just found the supposed “Get Thin or Die Trying” facebook page but this one is made by American women in the aim of “ending discrimination against thin people”. Their introduction seems really enticing for women of size 0-4. I’m now reading their health-cum-dietary page. It seems like they care a lot about health and they are exceedingly knowledgeable when it comes to carb contents and daily activities. One post is nearly dictating a possible diet to one of the users, added with a long string of very healthy fruits and vegetables in the never-before-touched category in my records.
I looked in another category in this forum and the language used here is a bit more offensive. The users are angry with facebook for closing down their account. The members section is locked so I can’t read the posts about their personal accounts unless I become a member (which they won’t accept since I’m considered… fat)
I’ve found the Fauzi Rassull site. The language here is more noticeably pro anorexic. Skinny and healthy are used as reasons in the forums and walls. Quite a lot of oaths are being sprouted on the wall.
In today’s' fashion, we see that everyone is obsessed with losing weight/thinspirationing. Skinny is the new lean. Skinny is perfection. Skinny is beautiful. THINSPIRATION rules.
That was still okay as a catchphrase. I could do an equivalent for art anytime. But the newspapers failed to touch on the personalities of the blogger. At first I thought that he could be a rational man who likes fashion and poses but takes it as that’s-that. On his blog though, it’s a different matter. He boasts and proudly proclaims himself a “kween” of b-ing. Most of the members of the group hold fashion as the epitome of life. Some of the things are simply weird and outrageous to me.
It reminds me of the fable about the miser who had many servants and a huge mansion but refused to eat anything but rice and a small amount of soya-sauce. One day, a fly fell into his sauce and flew away. The man obstinately went around trying to catch the fly while all his servants offered to catch it or get some more soya sauce for him. Eventually, he caught it with his chopsticks and proceeded to eat the fly, as though he was savoring the soya-sauce he though the fly contained.
Okay: It started with the fashion world because of models wanting to stay in shape. Now, the world is strongly against it because models have fainted, collapsed and died on the walkways. Now there’s the want for acceptance in the “perfection/ideal” club. I guess everyone wants to have a reference point of a goal; it’s so hard to find it when people constantly say “don’t let your dreams restrain you”. People don’t want to feel average sometimes or mediocre.
Hundreds and thousands of people have this problem of understanding these disorders, so I ought to set my sights a little lower.
I checked my t-shirt. I’m a size 14. By GAP standards, it’s XXL. But I like the comfort of hand-me- downs. Men’s jeans are surprisingly comfy.
I’ve listened to a mock debate about the ethics in force-feeding anorexia and one side proposed anorexia as a way of life which we should condone if not support. When you think of it, is it just because they are a minority with strong opposition that they can not explain themselves decently enough to the public? Personally, I’ve had problems with weight but it could be because of all the bad media on it that makes me think that dietary “abnormalities” are heinous destructions to the sanctity of life.
Okay, I’ve just found the supposed “Get Thin or Die Trying” facebook page but this one is made by American women in the aim of “ending discrimination against thin people”. Their introduction seems really enticing for women of size 0-4. I’m now reading their health-cum-dietary page. It seems like they care a lot about health and they are exceedingly knowledgeable when it comes to carb contents and daily activities. One post is nearly dictating a possible diet to one of the users, added with a long string of very healthy fruits and vegetables in the never-before-touched category in my records.
I looked in another category in this forum and the language used here is a bit more offensive. The users are angry with facebook for closing down their account. The members section is locked so I can’t read the posts about their personal accounts unless I become a member (which they won’t accept since I’m considered… fat)
I’ve found the Fauzi Rassull site. The language here is more noticeably pro anorexic. Skinny and healthy are used as reasons in the forums and walls. Quite a lot of oaths are being sprouted on the wall.
In today’s' fashion, we see that everyone is obsessed with losing weight/thinspirationing. Skinny is the new lean. Skinny is perfection. Skinny is beautiful. THINSPIRATION rules.
That was still okay as a catchphrase. I could do an equivalent for art anytime. But the newspapers failed to touch on the personalities of the blogger. At first I thought that he could be a rational man who likes fashion and poses but takes it as that’s-that. On his blog though, it’s a different matter. He boasts and proudly proclaims himself a “kween” of b-ing. Most of the members of the group hold fashion as the epitome of life. Some of the things are simply weird and outrageous to me.
It reminds me of the fable about the miser who had many servants and a huge mansion but refused to eat anything but rice and a small amount of soya-sauce. One day, a fly fell into his sauce and flew away. The man obstinately went around trying to catch the fly while all his servants offered to catch it or get some more soya sauce for him. Eventually, he caught it with his chopsticks and proceeded to eat the fly, as though he was savoring the soya-sauce he though the fly contained.
Okay: It started with the fashion world because of models wanting to stay in shape. Now, the world is strongly against it because models have fainted, collapsed and died on the walkways. Now there’s the want for acceptance in the “perfection/ideal” club. I guess everyone wants to have a reference point of a goal; it’s so hard to find it when people constantly say “don’t let your dreams restrain you”. People don’t want to feel average sometimes or mediocre.
Hundreds and thousands of people have this problem of understanding these disorders, so I ought to set my sights a little lower.
I checked my t-shirt. I’m a size 14. By GAP standards, it’s XXL. But I like the comfort of hand-me- downs. Men’s jeans are surprisingly comfy.
Mean GIRLS
Erica Burns, Le Sportsac, Paria Jabenko (I'll use these for inspiration for my artwork.)
How mean is mean? Avoiding all those things about how bad can you go without losing your salvation, let's just go really wild. I feel mean, or maybe I'm simply snappish. The projects and all the undone homework on my side and my classmates.
I watched part of Mean Girls, the part when they were in the school gym getting lectured by their teachers. The girls are pretty, beautiful even, but they can all honestly say that they've been told on before and have told on other people's secrets. Some are totally full of themselves and all of them seem to be stylishly dressed and very into the boyfriend-girlfriend thing.
I want to feel beautiful and stylish in the clothes that I wear. I want to be able to walk into a store and see racks of clothing I can fit into instead of waiting and waiting for sales to find all the out-sized clothes. I wish I could have the money to splurge on clothes from good brands and not have to resort to flipping through bargain tank tops and skinny jeans to find a nice blouse. I wish I could eat all that I want to without gaining any weight. I want to be known as pretty and attractive by my peers and not just the women in my family or the ones which we sometimes meet.
How do some girls do it? Wear those unique clothes which you can never find and look amazing at any party or social event.
Nevermind, I've bimboed out enough for now. School starts in ten minutes.
How mean is mean? Avoiding all those things about how bad can you go without losing your salvation, let's just go really wild. I feel mean, or maybe I'm simply snappish. The projects and all the undone homework on my side and my classmates.
I watched part of Mean Girls, the part when they were in the school gym getting lectured by their teachers. The girls are pretty, beautiful even, but they can all honestly say that they've been told on before and have told on other people's secrets. Some are totally full of themselves and all of them seem to be stylishly dressed and very into the boyfriend-girlfriend thing.
I want to feel beautiful and stylish in the clothes that I wear. I want to be able to walk into a store and see racks of clothing I can fit into instead of waiting and waiting for sales to find all the out-sized clothes. I wish I could have the money to splurge on clothes from good brands and not have to resort to flipping through bargain tank tops and skinny jeans to find a nice blouse. I wish I could eat all that I want to without gaining any weight. I want to be known as pretty and attractive by my peers and not just the women in my family or the ones which we sometimes meet.
How do some girls do it? Wear those unique clothes which you can never find and look amazing at any party or social event.
Nevermind, I've bimboed out enough for now. School starts in ten minutes.
Monday, July 20, 2009
King Lear(leer)
Alright. Now to set my sights on completing some homework on Shakespeare. (Mainly so that I won't be staring blankly during lessons)
This Week's thing on King Lear is about the role of the Fool in the story. We've discussed a little about him in class but as with Shakespeare, no literature (or rather English) teacher will let us drop a character like that. I came up with some points but basically this was what we came up with. (Mostly our teacher firing questions at us and major stagnant pauses until someone responds)
I have to admit, online games will be my demise. And of all of them, it had to be neopets and Youda Sushi Chef on Miniclip.com.
The fool: used as a character to show the irony in the whole demise of King Lear.
The name of the Fool brings to mindan imbecile, a dimwit, a clown or even a court jester. Someone who is not of nobility or much education or learning. Yet, he contrasts with Lear because of his wisdom. In the fool's remarks and comments on Lear's situation, he seems to have a clearer view and stream of thought than the King himself, whom we would expect wisdom and experience from. The fool's insights then give the stark juxtaposition on different levels.
First, the status between the King and the Fool. How could a King be left with no loyal servant or companion but the Fool and Mad Tom in the wind and rain?
Second, the logic and reasoning that shows one's wisdom varies immensely between the two characters. While the King ought to be advising his subjects and himself, it seems like he is getting more reason out of the fool. This makes people listen to the fool when they realise he's not just a clown or jester to liven up the play but an important character which comes in at pertinent points to give focus to the audience.
This attention and focus it reaps from the audience allows Shakespeare to use him as a mouthpiece to make people think about the matters and themes brought out in the play. Some playwriters also adopt a similar style and in other plays, Shakespeare also uses insignificant characters to say the poignant points which need to be brought out into the drama.
That was what we discussed.
And Youda Sushi Chef was just a demo... sob. I only did one week of sushi cutting!!!
Here's a conversation involving me and a classmate Vivian. Its about the Audacity of Hope by Barack Obama and why in the world its used for English lessons. Yes. My blog is that empty.
I'm Knitogether.
Vivian - Time to make a box! says:
So Maths and English is due tomorrow, and school ends on time tomorrow?
Knitogether says:
erm 2:15 for you
what el is there really?
Vivian - Time to make a box! says:
Write some stupid reflections on Obama
Knitogether says:
oh right
i just did points
Vivian - Time to make a box! says:
I seriously do not understand the purpose of reading a boring politics book just because it was written by the president of USA
Knitogether says:
before he was elected
Vivian - Time to make a box! says:
Fine, written by a famous Senator
Knitogether says:
well. what if she made us read some obscure name then?
Vivian - Time to make a box! says:
Why do we, as young students, need to read a book about politics?
Knitogether says:
like i don't know, thoughts of abram lincoln
better now than never
Vivian - Time to make a box! says:
Sorry just trying to spark a debate. I wanna know what it feels like
Still
Knitogether says:
which one of us is going to pick up a book like... that in our adult life unless its just to keep in our cupbards
and tell ppl oh yeha i've read parts of it
Vivian - Time to make a box! says:
Exactly! Why do we even need to read it?
Knitogether says:
at least its only one book and it covers quite a number of issues
Vivian - Time to make a box! says:
Why do we even need to cast a glance upon it in the first place?
Aww.
Come on you know you want to side with me
Knitogether says:
and it broadens our view on the problems with the world
in singapore we're sheltered from bad politics other than the near annihilation of political groups
Vivian - Time to make a box! says:
But why do we even need to broaden our view with the problems across the world?
Knitogether says:
because we are the world
and we need to create awareness and just do something about it
Vivian - Time to make a box! says:
We are not going to be included. Even if we did know of it, we wouldn't be able to do anything about it
But we can't do anything about it!
Knitogether says:
rather than sit around pretending exactly that
Vivian - Time to make a box! says:
Ignorance is bliss
Knitogether says:
imagine, we could start a blog, or donate something which will eventually end up where its needed
we all would like to think so but what if out parents and government used that as an excuse
Vivian - Time to make a box! says:
Or, people might think it is a waste of time, or it is a hoax, and never come and look at the blog again
Knitogether says:
do unto others what you would liek others to do unto you
like*
perhaps but its only some
even if its only the minority you touch, its still something
like if one person helps three others and each of those three helps another three and the cycle keeps on continuing itself, very soon a school, a town, a suburb, a country will be impacted
and vice versa if everyone ignores the fire next door or the old lady who dropped her groceries
Vivian - Time to make a box! says:
Sorry I gtg. My relatives are going to use the table for dinner
Knitogether says:
it all adds up to something, whether positive or negative is up to ourselves
okay
Vivian - Time to make a box! says:
But great I like a private like this. Thanks!
private debate*
Okay see you folks!
This Week's thing on King Lear is about the role of the Fool in the story. We've discussed a little about him in class but as with Shakespeare, no literature (or rather English) teacher will let us drop a character like that. I came up with some points but basically this was what we came up with. (Mostly our teacher firing questions at us and major stagnant pauses until someone responds)
I have to admit, online games will be my demise. And of all of them, it had to be neopets and Youda Sushi Chef on Miniclip.com.
The fool: used as a character to show the irony in the whole demise of King Lear.
The name of the Fool brings to mindan imbecile, a dimwit, a clown or even a court jester. Someone who is not of nobility or much education or learning. Yet, he contrasts with Lear because of his wisdom. In the fool's remarks and comments on Lear's situation, he seems to have a clearer view and stream of thought than the King himself, whom we would expect wisdom and experience from. The fool's insights then give the stark juxtaposition on different levels.
First, the status between the King and the Fool. How could a King be left with no loyal servant or companion but the Fool and Mad Tom in the wind and rain?
Second, the logic and reasoning that shows one's wisdom varies immensely between the two characters. While the King ought to be advising his subjects and himself, it seems like he is getting more reason out of the fool. This makes people listen to the fool when they realise he's not just a clown or jester to liven up the play but an important character which comes in at pertinent points to give focus to the audience.
This attention and focus it reaps from the audience allows Shakespeare to use him as a mouthpiece to make people think about the matters and themes brought out in the play. Some playwriters also adopt a similar style and in other plays, Shakespeare also uses insignificant characters to say the poignant points which need to be brought out into the drama.
That was what we discussed.
And Youda Sushi Chef was just a demo... sob. I only did one week of sushi cutting!!!
Here's a conversation involving me and a classmate Vivian. Its about the Audacity of Hope by Barack Obama and why in the world its used for English lessons. Yes. My blog is that empty.
I'm Knitogether.
Vivian - Time to make a box! says:
So Maths and English is due tomorrow, and school ends on time tomorrow?
Knitogether says:
erm 2:15 for you
what el is there really?
Vivian - Time to make a box! says:
Write some stupid reflections on Obama
Knitogether says:
oh right
i just did points
Vivian - Time to make a box! says:
I seriously do not understand the purpose of reading a boring politics book just because it was written by the president of USA
Knitogether says:
before he was elected
Vivian - Time to make a box! says:
Fine, written by a famous Senator
Knitogether says:
well. what if she made us read some obscure name then?
Vivian - Time to make a box! says:
Why do we, as young students, need to read a book about politics?
Knitogether says:
like i don't know, thoughts of abram lincoln
better now than never
Vivian - Time to make a box! says:
Sorry just trying to spark a debate. I wanna know what it feels like
Still
Knitogether says:
which one of us is going to pick up a book like... that in our adult life unless its just to keep in our cupbards
and tell ppl oh yeha i've read parts of it
Vivian - Time to make a box! says:
Exactly! Why do we even need to read it?
Knitogether says:
at least its only one book and it covers quite a number of issues
Vivian - Time to make a box! says:
Why do we even need to cast a glance upon it in the first place?
Aww.
Come on you know you want to side with me
Knitogether says:
and it broadens our view on the problems with the world
in singapore we're sheltered from bad politics other than the near annihilation of political groups
Vivian - Time to make a box! says:
But why do we even need to broaden our view with the problems across the world?
Knitogether says:
because we are the world
and we need to create awareness and just do something about it
Vivian - Time to make a box! says:
We are not going to be included. Even if we did know of it, we wouldn't be able to do anything about it
But we can't do anything about it!
Knitogether says:
rather than sit around pretending exactly that
Vivian - Time to make a box! says:
Ignorance is bliss
Knitogether says:
imagine, we could start a blog, or donate something which will eventually end up where its needed
we all would like to think so but what if out parents and government used that as an excuse
Vivian - Time to make a box! says:
Or, people might think it is a waste of time, or it is a hoax, and never come and look at the blog again
Knitogether says:
do unto others what you would liek others to do unto you
like*
perhaps but its only some
even if its only the minority you touch, its still something
like if one person helps three others and each of those three helps another three and the cycle keeps on continuing itself, very soon a school, a town, a suburb, a country will be impacted
and vice versa if everyone ignores the fire next door or the old lady who dropped her groceries
Vivian - Time to make a box! says:
Sorry I gtg. My relatives are going to use the table for dinner
Knitogether says:
it all adds up to something, whether positive or negative is up to ourselves
okay
Vivian - Time to make a box! says:
But great I like a private like this. Thanks!
private debate*
Okay see you folks!
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Apogee - the highest point
The TO-DO list
1) English reflections on the Michael Jackson song I chose, inferences and patterns that can be seen in his style of music and on his memorial.
2) Make Geography notes on Global warming and the depleting Ozone layer... by this weekend
3) Art Project, Vogue, make 6 sketches of models or that french word for them, croquis or something in different poses. 2 each on on a sheet of A3 drawing paper
4) Can a Knot Untangle Their lives reflection also for English
5) CHINESE TUITION TOMORROW
6)History Project due week 6
7) Greenwave Report. I've done my share
1) English reflections on the Michael Jackson song I chose, inferences and patterns that can be seen in his style of music and on his memorial.
2) Make Geography notes on Global warming and the depleting Ozone layer... by this weekend
3) Art Project, Vogue, make 6 sketches of models or that french word for them, croquis or something in different poses. 2 each on on a sheet of A3 drawing paper
4) Can a Knot Untangle Their lives reflection also for English
5) CHINESE TUITION TOMORROW
6)History Project due week 6
7) Greenwave Report. I've done my share
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
This House Believes that Fairytales are Bad for Children
Debate aside, (that wasn't the motion I worked on for today's training, someone else took it) I feel that today deserves a good long rant in preparation for an even longer good long rant tomorrow. It's the time of term again, weight tests right after the holidays. Mine is tomorrow. For a generally heavy-boned person like me, with perhaps a few extra pounds of flab around my developed areas, that becomes a threatening situation, but at least THAT can be resolved with a doctor's letter.
We'll be having General Knowledge Quizzes once every week for English and they will come into the Continual Assesment results, which, in a way affect our total score. If it was an essay or comprehension or class work, that is understandable, but across such a large range of subjects and topics, even school debate members will be seeing GAME OVER flashing in their minds. For a generally undetailed person when it comes to remembering information, this is doom.
I understand the rational behind this decision of our English teacher, but isn't there a stnadard format of tests across the board. Surely a letter with our actual class performance could be generated. 20 minutes could generate a letter that can be sent to all the parents and a table with the grades in respective areas could be alongside it. It probably would mean more effort, but nine more week's worth of quizes is no easy feet in my point of view either. My dad thinks that the Singapore part of the quiz should be managable, I beg to differ.
For a well travelled woman like our teacher (she revealed her appointments to be in Nepal, India, Australia and New Zealand), experiencing the creams of the crops in a specific area or in world affairs, such a mindset can be hard to break. Or actually, impossible. She used words like "mediocre", "all of them are averaging Bs", "It's not just about how many As", "What you make of your lives", "You have so much more of your life to live, but death can take any one, at six or sixty" and oh, as much as any intellectual person can say in ten to fifteen minutes in front of a silent class. and in the middle, "I'm not scolding you".
She's a puzzlement, truely. She can be really engaging when she wants to, drawing topics like Michael Jackson's death and current events which sometimes are very much removed from our lives. One question was about Julie Andrews and which song she was most reknowned for. When it comes to this sort of thing, I can't say much, its an area I hardly read in depth into. But its sometimes just the area of interests you have. For people like the Nepal students she has who have an Ivy League University scholarship who know even minute facts about Singapore I forget, they are interested in such things. And not knowing such things doesn't make you any less interesting to talk to, or mediocre. I don't find myself boring and I'm sure people I talk to don't find me so either because I can't tell them about the dates or specific ideas. I can tell them about musicals and incidents in my life, of the places I've been where the person next to me may have crossed over the same places. If they cared to tlak of world events, I would beg an explanation of the situation then give my own opinions.
That isn't important anyway. For now, just read news articles like a good debater, something I have put off due to relaxation purposes. I can't see why someone can't live life knowing about things generally, instead of being some encyclopedia. If everyone at an institution did that, there would be hardly any interesting trivia anymore. News is depressing. We are just students, we can change some things, but before we try to change somethings and make something of ourselves that the world can see, I think we best sort out our own beliefs.
We'll be having General Knowledge Quizzes once every week for English and they will come into the Continual Assesment results, which, in a way affect our total score. If it was an essay or comprehension or class work, that is understandable, but across such a large range of subjects and topics, even school debate members will be seeing GAME OVER flashing in their minds. For a generally undetailed person when it comes to remembering information, this is doom.
I understand the rational behind this decision of our English teacher, but isn't there a stnadard format of tests across the board. Surely a letter with our actual class performance could be generated. 20 minutes could generate a letter that can be sent to all the parents and a table with the grades in respective areas could be alongside it. It probably would mean more effort, but nine more week's worth of quizes is no easy feet in my point of view either. My dad thinks that the Singapore part of the quiz should be managable, I beg to differ.
For a well travelled woman like our teacher (she revealed her appointments to be in Nepal, India, Australia and New Zealand), experiencing the creams of the crops in a specific area or in world affairs, such a mindset can be hard to break. Or actually, impossible. She used words like "mediocre", "all of them are averaging Bs", "It's not just about how many As", "What you make of your lives", "You have so much more of your life to live, but death can take any one, at six or sixty" and oh, as much as any intellectual person can say in ten to fifteen minutes in front of a silent class. and in the middle, "I'm not scolding you".
She's a puzzlement, truely. She can be really engaging when she wants to, drawing topics like Michael Jackson's death and current events which sometimes are very much removed from our lives. One question was about Julie Andrews and which song she was most reknowned for. When it comes to this sort of thing, I can't say much, its an area I hardly read in depth into. But its sometimes just the area of interests you have. For people like the Nepal students she has who have an Ivy League University scholarship who know even minute facts about Singapore I forget, they are interested in such things. And not knowing such things doesn't make you any less interesting to talk to, or mediocre. I don't find myself boring and I'm sure people I talk to don't find me so either because I can't tell them about the dates or specific ideas. I can tell them about musicals and incidents in my life, of the places I've been where the person next to me may have crossed over the same places. If they cared to tlak of world events, I would beg an explanation of the situation then give my own opinions.
That isn't important anyway. For now, just read news articles like a good debater, something I have put off due to relaxation purposes. I can't see why someone can't live life knowing about things generally, instead of being some encyclopedia. If everyone at an institution did that, there would be hardly any interesting trivia anymore. News is depressing. We are just students, we can change some things, but before we try to change somethings and make something of ourselves that the world can see, I think we best sort out our own beliefs.
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