Task 2 SA1 50%
You have been comissioned by the Ministry of Community Developement, Youth and Sports(MCYS), Singapore to produce a family portrait. The artwork serves to showcase the family unit which is an important part of social development. You are requested to paint your own family for this family portrait. It also serves to show you appreciation to your family members.
Mr Heng
Dear Mr Heng,
MCYS's project is to difficult. Please cancel my name from the list as I have no wish to serve MCYS any longer.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
My Friends*
My dear, sweet friends.
Are so hell annoying.
I know its bad swearing online. I really do know.
But what do you do when your friends have a misunderstanding? And you're caught in the middle? All I want to do is to wash my hands off this matter.
Call me guilty: I will feel guilty if I don't do something on this matter. It really is getting out of hand.
The problem(part 1)
S***** might be leaving SIS, and of all the things that should happen, she got into an argument with L*****. And really over dumb things to! Like, L***** had fries, and S***** asked if she could have one. L***** sighed, and S***** got angry.
That's dumb. Who would fall out over a fry?
Call me selfish: I really want to wash my hands out of this matter. I don't want to care. Why should I, anyway? It's not my problem. Thing is, we are like a sandwhich. With S***** at the top, me and J**** in the middle (*kiap!*), and L***** at the bottom.
Call me proud: I am so proud, I can't believe I let it get in my way. What has proud got to do with this? You ask. Everything. I'm so god-damn (sorry god!) proud that I can't stand eating alone. Not that I mind, what with me being a loner and all (I underwent a personality change upon entering hong kong), but I DON'T WANT others to think of me as somebody with no friends!! They would think I was weird, or something. And I don't take the innitiative!!! So, I can't, won't, be without someone to eat with.
Are so hell annoying.
I know its bad swearing online. I really do know.
But what do you do when your friends have a misunderstanding? And you're caught in the middle? All I want to do is to wash my hands off this matter.
Call me guilty: I will feel guilty if I don't do something on this matter. It really is getting out of hand.
The problem(part 1)
S***** might be leaving SIS, and of all the things that should happen, she got into an argument with L*****. And really over dumb things to! Like, L***** had fries, and S***** asked if she could have one. L***** sighed, and S***** got angry.
That's dumb. Who would fall out over a fry?
Call me selfish: I really want to wash my hands out of this matter. I don't want to care. Why should I, anyway? It's not my problem. Thing is, we are like a sandwhich. With S***** at the top, me and J**** in the middle (*kiap!*), and L***** at the bottom.
Call me proud: I am so proud, I can't believe I let it get in my way. What has proud got to do with this? You ask. Everything. I'm so god-damn (sorry god!) proud that I can't stand eating alone. Not that I mind, what with me being a loner and all (I underwent a personality change upon entering hong kong), but I DON'T WANT others to think of me as somebody with no friends!! They would think I was weird, or something. And I don't take the innitiative!!! So, I can't, won't, be without someone to eat with.
Friday, November 7, 2008
ChatterBOX
Ya, ya sure thing :) prettystarpony96@hotmail.com
Stupid chatterbox won't work!! I reckon if you want to chat with me, you can reply on this blog(provided that the chatterbox doesn't work), cos' it looks like I won't be able to reply on that damn thing.
Stupid chatterbox won't work!! I reckon if you want to chat with me, you can reply on this blog(provided that the chatterbox doesn't work), cos' it looks like I won't be able to reply on that damn thing.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
My sister...
...is so dumb.
Case 1: The chair
The chair.
When you fling open the main door to our apartment, the first thing you see is a nice, folded out chair with a white cushion on it, provided if you don't see the shoe rack first.
Then, you see the fish tank, and following in the fish tank direction, you see a white dining chair which isn't so convenient to reach and doesn't look half as comfertable.
Thing is, whenever my sister and I come home from a long day in school, we always see the cushioned chair first. That's where the problems start.
My grandmother, sick and tired of us squabbling over it, finally set down a rule:Whoever comes through the door first sits at the second chair.
Obviously, the both of us became gracious upon letting the other through the door first. Ocasionally when she forgotten, I would grab the chance and sit on the first (without cheating, I enter through the door next) chair.
Just now, she came in and put her big, flabby butt on the chair. And she came in first.
She acts... so, so...
I don't even know how to define her. Even if I manage to do that, it would definately not be a good word. I see the negative features of her. It's a bit hard to explain, but the sweet, cute child others see is a bossy, stubborn, spoiled brat.(And many more)
I can just see how my father and uncle would react now. Probably yelling at me for defining my sis in such a way.
But in school, we learn about integrity. Honesty. How can you bring yourself to lie about someone's personality? I see her this way, but I can't say it. Why? Because it's rude. Because it's rude, we cannot say what we think. Because it's rude, we are not honest. How many times have you actually been truthful? Ever had a critic you wanted to say but couldn't? It's not polite, social etiqutte is very important, which minus out integrity and honesty.
Freedom... should be erased from the dictionary. No one is free in this world. If that were true, chaos would regain. No law, no nothing. Only lawbreakers are free; free to do what they wish. Until they get caught, that is. But what I mean is there are certain boundaries you can't cross; not in real life, not on the net. Imagine if I spelled out the f-word online. This blog would be banned, I suppose.
Case 2: The walk
My father made another rule: Whenever we are walking with our grandmother, always walk beside her. Don't walk infront or anything.
Well, what did that spoiled little princess do, on one afternoon?
We were headed to 7 Eleven due to the fact that I had nothing for my afternoon tea. My sis wanted something to eat as well. "It 'snot fair!" she declared. Next thing we know, she was walking back, holding a packet of noodles. She marched forward, then even more forward.
I grabbed her bag and dragged her back.
"What?!"
She scowled at me and I glared right back. Then she marched to the lift lobby, head held high.
My grandmother proceeded to yell at me, which I responded with a stony look. I kept my mouth shut. People don't realise what a difficult position I'm in, listening to an order and keeping my temper. Because whatever it is, my sis always get the first privellages. I can't scream, shout(we're in public) or lose my temper with her. When I first did it, I got beaten bad enough to have enough sense not to try it again.
She waited at the lift entrance while I walked with my grandmother to the lift. When we got out, she again walked forward. I called her. Once. No reply. Then I raised my voice to a shout.
A series of "What!" coursed through me as my grandma and sis responded at the same time. I demanded of my sister if she had a problem. She walked alongside us for a while, then walked infront again. I did it again. So did my grandma. I finally told her that I was under my father's orders to walk with her. And that idoit wasn't helping by walking infront.
Sometimes I really don't know why me.
Case 1: The chair
The chair.
When you fling open the main door to our apartment, the first thing you see is a nice, folded out chair with a white cushion on it, provided if you don't see the shoe rack first.
Then, you see the fish tank, and following in the fish tank direction, you see a white dining chair which isn't so convenient to reach and doesn't look half as comfertable.
Thing is, whenever my sister and I come home from a long day in school, we always see the cushioned chair first. That's where the problems start.
My grandmother, sick and tired of us squabbling over it, finally set down a rule:Whoever comes through the door first sits at the second chair.
Obviously, the both of us became gracious upon letting the other through the door first. Ocasionally when she forgotten, I would grab the chance and sit on the first (without cheating, I enter through the door next) chair.
Just now, she came in and put her big, flabby butt on the chair. And she came in first.
She acts... so, so...
I don't even know how to define her. Even if I manage to do that, it would definately not be a good word. I see the negative features of her. It's a bit hard to explain, but the sweet, cute child others see is a bossy, stubborn, spoiled brat.(And many more)
I can just see how my father and uncle would react now. Probably yelling at me for defining my sis in such a way.
But in school, we learn about integrity. Honesty. How can you bring yourself to lie about someone's personality? I see her this way, but I can't say it. Why? Because it's rude. Because it's rude, we cannot say what we think. Because it's rude, we are not honest. How many times have you actually been truthful? Ever had a critic you wanted to say but couldn't? It's not polite, social etiqutte is very important, which minus out integrity and honesty.
Freedom... should be erased from the dictionary. No one is free in this world. If that were true, chaos would regain. No law, no nothing. Only lawbreakers are free; free to do what they wish. Until they get caught, that is. But what I mean is there are certain boundaries you can't cross; not in real life, not on the net. Imagine if I spelled out the f-word online. This blog would be banned, I suppose.
Case 2: The walk
My father made another rule: Whenever we are walking with our grandmother, always walk beside her. Don't walk infront or anything.
Well, what did that spoiled little princess do, on one afternoon?
We were headed to 7 Eleven due to the fact that I had nothing for my afternoon tea. My sis wanted something to eat as well. "It 'snot fair!" she declared. Next thing we know, she was walking back, holding a packet of noodles. She marched forward, then even more forward.
I grabbed her bag and dragged her back.
"What?!"
She scowled at me and I glared right back. Then she marched to the lift lobby, head held high.
My grandmother proceeded to yell at me, which I responded with a stony look. I kept my mouth shut. People don't realise what a difficult position I'm in, listening to an order and keeping my temper. Because whatever it is, my sis always get the first privellages. I can't scream, shout(we're in public) or lose my temper with her. When I first did it, I got beaten bad enough to have enough sense not to try it again.
She waited at the lift entrance while I walked with my grandmother to the lift. When we got out, she again walked forward. I called her. Once. No reply. Then I raised my voice to a shout.
A series of "What!" coursed through me as my grandma and sis responded at the same time. I demanded of my sister if she had a problem. She walked alongside us for a while, then walked infront again. I did it again. So did my grandma. I finally told her that I was under my father's orders to walk with her. And that idoit wasn't helping by walking infront.
Sometimes I really don't know why me.
Monday, November 3, 2008
A Bad Day
Today was a bad day.
Well, for starters, the alarm went off during our recess. Not any ordinary alarm. The fire alarm.
It went off at the start of our recess.
Fat lot of good it did. By the time everyone got down to the gymnasium, 10 mins was gone.
The teachers then took another 10 mins preaching on how we should get down faster.11 mins was simply too slow.
It was a false alarm as well. However, it wasn't a drill. The alarm mysteriously went off in the canteen, and the school had no idea why.
But even so, 10 mins + 10 mins = 20 mins. That's the whole of our recess!
A low groan issued from the Secondary One students as they heard the bell go when recess was up.
So, the teachers agreed to give us 10 mins for our recess. Pathetic.
Obviously, a whole stampede of students trampled down the halls into the canteen. Long queues formed as students lined up.
I was among the last in the line. When I got infront, only one dumpling was left.
Apparently that one fell on the floor.
I scowled and left. I proceeded on to the much shorter queue. They weren't giving out biscuits. Instead they were giving out what looked like blackcurrent juice.
I bought one of those juices and went to my table. Then when I got back, my friend came with the biscuits.
I wanted to scream at her. I was so mad.
http://hk.youtube.com/watch?v=kBziW9qQvsc
'Had a bad day'
Well, for starters, the alarm went off during our recess. Not any ordinary alarm. The fire alarm.
It went off at the start of our recess.
Fat lot of good it did. By the time everyone got down to the gymnasium, 10 mins was gone.
The teachers then took another 10 mins preaching on how we should get down faster.11 mins was simply too slow.
It was a false alarm as well. However, it wasn't a drill. The alarm mysteriously went off in the canteen, and the school had no idea why.
But even so, 10 mins + 10 mins = 20 mins. That's the whole of our recess!
A low groan issued from the Secondary One students as they heard the bell go when recess was up.
So, the teachers agreed to give us 10 mins for our recess. Pathetic.
Obviously, a whole stampede of students trampled down the halls into the canteen. Long queues formed as students lined up.
I was among the last in the line. When I got infront, only one dumpling was left.
Apparently that one fell on the floor.
I scowled and left. I proceeded on to the much shorter queue. They weren't giving out biscuits. Instead they were giving out what looked like blackcurrent juice.
I bought one of those juices and went to my table. Then when I got back, my friend came with the biscuits.
I wanted to scream at her. I was so mad.
http://hk.youtube.com/watch?v=kBziW9qQvsc
'Had a bad day'
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