<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:22:48.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowledge is power</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-6245923381892151966</id><published>2010-08-03T21:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:32:16.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What have we created</title><content type='html'>This morning, students from a top institution in Singapore arrived in school for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shock&lt;/span&gt;. The students started their brand new day, another day which they would be sent yet on another wonderful learning adventure, with nothing too pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping their way happily through the 90 year old school gates, the first thing that the students set their eyes on were scribbles. Not the scribbles one would create during a boring lesson, not the scribbles one would find everyday, they were the scribbles of vulgarities, vulgarities scribbled all over the walls adjoining to the school gates. Furthermore, these vulgarities were directed at none other than the school in question. One fact that surprised many were that these walls that were vandalised with hurls of insults and drawings were actually located right &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;under&lt;/span&gt; the school's security &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;guard's&lt;/span&gt; nose! What have we created?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking ourselves what have we created, what have we became, we soon realised some faults that resulted in the problem mentioned above. I would elaborate on two of them, mainly the flaw in the school's security as well as the flaw in the value system of the vandal and those who influenced him to act that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to the fact that the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vandalised&lt;/span&gt; wall was located close by, and within full view of the guard house. There could be some factors causing the vandal to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;unspotted&lt;/span&gt; by the security guards.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the vandal could have done his "masterpiece" the night before. This would hide him in the darkness, and the security guards may be sleepy and not so alert as to spot him.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, it could be during the change of shifts and there may be no security guard on duty at that time.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, the vandal may have been spotted, but acted normal enough to be suspected by the guards.&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thorough&lt;/span&gt; thought, some of these mentioned reasons are labelled as invalid. For the first point, the street lights should be fully switched on during the night, and the area should be fully lit. For the second point, security guards are instructed to remain at their assigned location till the guards of the next shift have arrive.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, some possible causes could be that either the guards were not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vigilant&lt;/span&gt; enough, or that some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unforeseen&lt;/span&gt; circumstances &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt;, giving the opportunity to commit what he had done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-6245923381892151966?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/6245923381892151966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-have-we-created.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/6245923381892151966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/6245923381892151966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-have-we-created.html' title='What have we created'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-1556173996159583321</id><published>2010-07-01T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T20:28:23.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Slept with our Boots on</title><content type='html'>Today, I will also be analysing the poem "We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Slept&lt;/span&gt; with our Boots on". As this poem is ranked the toughest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;amongst&lt;/span&gt; the three, I thought it would be a pretty well crafted challenge and a good practice for the coming test next term :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poem, written by Steve &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Carlsen&lt;/span&gt; goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They unloaded the dead and maimed right before our eyes&lt;br /&gt;They washed out the blood, we loaded our ruck’s and then took to the skies&lt;br /&gt;Over the mountains, villages, and valleys we flew&lt;br /&gt;Where we would land we had not a clue&lt;br /&gt;Bullets are flying, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LZ&lt;/span&gt; is hot&lt;br /&gt;We’re leaving this bird whether we like it or not&lt;br /&gt;30 seconds they yelled, Lock N Load and grab your shit&lt;br /&gt;Get ready to go and make it quick&lt;br /&gt;My heart is pumping adrenalin through all of my veins&lt;br /&gt;I run as fast as I can through the lead rain&lt;br /&gt;The noise is tremendous, terror I can’t define&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I survived that day was divine&lt;br /&gt;I kept pulling the trigger and reloading and pulling some more&lt;br /&gt;You do what you have to do, with that I will say no more&lt;br /&gt;We fought from the valleys to the mountain peaks&lt;br /&gt;From house to cave, to car to creek&lt;br /&gt;Dirty and tired and hungry and scared&lt;br /&gt;We slept with our boots on so we were always prepared&lt;br /&gt;Those majestic mountains so steep, so high they kiss the skies&lt;br /&gt;The Hindu &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kush&lt;/span&gt; has changed so many lives&lt;br /&gt;Up the mountains with heavy loads we trod&lt;br /&gt;Who knew hell was so close to God&lt;br /&gt;Beauty and terror are a strong mixed drink&lt;br /&gt;So we drank it like drunkards and tried not to think&lt;br /&gt;Good men and bad men, Mothers lost son’s&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loses their innocence when they carry guns&lt;br /&gt;Washed in the blood, and baptized by fire&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget those who were called higher&lt;br /&gt;They say blood is thicker than water, well lead is thicker than blood&lt;br /&gt;Brothers &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aren&lt;/span&gt;’t born they’re earned. In the poppy fields, the tears, and the mud&lt;br /&gt;And when I get to heaven to Saint Peter I will tell&lt;br /&gt;Another Paratrooper reporting for duty sir, I spent my time in hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As task 2 should be a more complete analysis of the poem, I guess that would be the only task I would be doing for this poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Point of view&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The persona in the poem is probably a war veteran, someone who has survived a war. The speaker is in a resigned state and he does not care very much anymore, as can be seen from the lines "30 seconds they yelled, Lock N Load and grab your shit " and "You do what you have to do, with that I will say no more".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Situation and setting&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poem is located in a chaotic setting with war going on in the Hindu &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kush&lt;/span&gt;. The term Hindu &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kush&lt;/span&gt; on first sight, seems like some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;religion&lt;/span&gt;, but after some research, it was found to be actually a series of mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Language/ Diction&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The language and diction used in the poem &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;portrayed&lt;/span&gt; a panic state, which seems realistic.&lt;br /&gt;Since the first few lines, real terms are used like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LZ&lt;/span&gt; which stands for landing zone, and lock N load which is a term soldiers use. With these, a realistic atmosphere is created, bringing the reader closer to the action. The language used also suggest the carefree attitude of the soldier, who does not care much after experiencing the war. From the lines "And when I get to heaven to Saint Peter I will tell" and "Another Paratrooper reporting for duty sir, I spent my time in hell", we can see that is does not really matter to the soldier anymore if he was sent to hell, as he just came from a war which was equivalent to hell. Saint Peter, who is the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;guardian&lt;/span&gt; to the gates of haven also appears in the poem, bringing some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;religious&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;references&lt;/span&gt;. Besides that, the line "hell was so close to god" also brings that. This line shows that on the battle field, which is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;referred&lt;/span&gt; to as hell, is so close to god, as one could get killed easily here and sent to god right away, through "hell" one get get closer to god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Personal response&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that this poem carries many lessons on the horror war could bring to not only those fighting it, but also those around the soldiers. It shows that although there are good and bad in this world, everyone is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;somebody&lt;/span&gt; son and no one should deserve the sufferings caused by war.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-1556173996159583321?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/1556173996159583321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-slept-with-our-boots-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/1556173996159583321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/1556173996159583321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-slept-with-our-boots-on.html' title='We Slept with our Boots on'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-102549048221040882</id><published>2010-05-26T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T17:24:51.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Task 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the poem Rainbow Death, the name "agent orange" was mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;"Agent Orange" is the code name for one of the herbicides and defoliants used by the U.S. military in its herbicidal warfare program during the Vietnam War from 1961 to 1971. Along with "agent orange", many other killer chemicals were used during the war, creating a rainbow that kills many, thus the title "Rainbow Death".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Vietnam war, the United States military sprayed 20,000,000 US gallons of chemical herbicides and defoliants in Vietnam. Agent Orange made up about sixty percent of these herbicides. The concentrations used were 20 to 55 times it took to kill plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just by spraying these colours, America made the victims pay a very high price, not only killing the soldiers at that time, but also created many illnesses and birth defects for the future generations. Thus the line "toll on the innocent and unborn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poem Rainbow Deaths also &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;criticised&lt;/span&gt; America, saying that they led the other countries astray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Task 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Point of View&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poem comes from an intellectual point of view. The poet himself, was a victim of chemical warfare, and thus would not like the US for causing it. The poet suffered &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Parkinson&lt;/span&gt; type tremors, severe headaches, progressive limb pains and many other undesirable conditions. Thus, the speakers words does not really show his empathy towards those who were victims of these chemicals, but rather his anger towards America for causing his pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Situation and Setting&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;The poem describes the Vietnam war. The poet shows his anger towards America, for harming the innocent and the future generations of those victims of the war. The conflict in the poem is both external and internal. There is external conflict, the war going on, with many deaths happening, as well as internal conflict within the speaker's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Language/ Diction&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The language used in the poem Rainbow Deaths contributed much to its theme. It has also greatly directed us to its central idea that war is bad in all ways. Firstly, America was personified in the line "America did not foresee" followed by a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rhetorical&lt;/span&gt; question in "now thinking twice?" This shows the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sarcasm&lt;/span&gt; the speaker directed at America stating that she had done wrong, and should have thought twice before doing what had been done. The "WILL" in line 10 is also capitalised to emphasise that what America had done not only affected the soldiers in the battlefield, but also the many generations to come. It emphasised that they will certainly pay, and that they will pay deeply for a mistake they did not make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Personal Response&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that war is harsh and kills many innocent lives. The Vietnam War caused many people to be killed and made the future generations pay the price of something they did not do as they face the after effects of Agent Orange. Hence I share the same sentiments as the writer that we have to think twice before starting a war as wars are not over when the war is over. The effects of the war will remain and harm our future generations which are innocent, we should not make them pay for what we had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Resources&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agent_Orange"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agent_Orange&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.warpoetry.co.uk/2010warpoetry.html"&gt;http://www.warpoetry.co.uk/2010warpoetry.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-102549048221040882?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/102549048221040882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2010/06/rainbow-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/102549048221040882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/102549048221040882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2010/06/rainbow-death.html' title='Rainbow Death'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-4763689787579370531</id><published>2010-05-14T23:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T20:40:23.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I would give you change.</title><content type='html'>In an election speech made not so long ago, a politician &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; himself to change. He promised his people, of the change he would get for them.&lt;br /&gt;The change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;A change of how things work.&lt;br /&gt;A change of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;politicians&lt;/span&gt;, or even students running for high school president may have promised huge changes to their people. Many a times, in election speeches, the phrase "I would give you change", would appear. Is that what they will really give? Is that what you will really get? Is that, a change in others that they are aiming for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often make this mistake, that others will change to suit us. We often make this mistake, that change will have come to others yet not to us. We crawl before we walk. We learn numbers before we are able to learn algebra. We must fix ourselves before we can fix others. Like Micheal Jackson once named his song, "Start with the man in the mirror". If you want to make a change in anything, be it something as big as the community around you, or something as personal as your lifestyle, wouldn't the place you have to begin with always yourself? It would never be you parents, your friends, your teachers, or anyone around you. All changes begins with you. It will always be inside out. Not outside in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a poem that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;demonstrates&lt;/span&gt; this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I was young and free and my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;imagination had no limits, I dreamed of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;changing the world;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I grew older and wiser I realised the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;world would not change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I decided to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;shorten&lt;/span&gt; my sights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;somewhat and change only my country.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it seemed to immovable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I entered my twilight years, in one last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;desperate attempt, I sought to change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;only my family, those closest to me, but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;alas they would have none of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now here I lie on my death bed and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;realised perhaps for the first time that if&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;only I'd change myself first, then by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;example I may have influenced my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;family and with their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;encouragement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and support I may have bettered my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;country, and who knows I may have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;changed the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-4763689787579370531?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/4763689787579370531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-would-give-you-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/4763689787579370531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/4763689787579370531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-would-give-you-change.html' title='I would give you change.'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-333792814993855818</id><published>2010-04-30T20:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T20:11:29.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Council &gt; Prefectorial board</title><content type='html'>In one of the recent student body forum, it was mentioned that we were lucky to have a council instead of a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;prefectorial&lt;/span&gt; board which most schools have. It was stated that having a council to look into the welfare of the community is far better than having prefects who enforce discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt most would prefer the idea of improving for the better, than tying up loose ends. Come to think of it, if you do not look into where you went wrong and try to correct it, what good will it do for you to try and make your good points the best of the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world, there are two main types of goal setters. One would be to focus on ones strongest aspect, and another would be to focus on brushing up ones weakest aspect. Both ways of setting goals indeed have their own advantages as well as disadvantages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first type, which has a similar &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;strategy&lt;/span&gt; of a council, will be to focus on a single strongest point. The aim would probably be to excel in a particular area, and to be the best of the best in that area. Wouldn't that be putting all your eggs in one basket? A good example, would be the learning of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;subjects&lt;/span&gt;. One could just focus on one's best subject, and be the best of the best in that area and letting the weaker subjects lag behind, would that allow you a good average? Can someone even soar high with strings tied to the ground? Thus, should we always focus just on our strongest points?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second type, similar to a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;prefectorial&lt;/span&gt; board, will be to focus on your weakest points and try to improve as much as possible in that area. This would not only ensure an all rounder, but one who is competent in every aspect. Despite these advantages brought along by brushing up one's weakest, will it really bring the best out of you? Working on one's weakest would also usually be the harder path to take, as if one is weak in a specific area, one would not be good at making much progress with it. Thus, is working on your weakness be the best choice to make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, is having a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;prefectorial&lt;/span&gt; board to ensure that the last are not last not as worth as having a council to drag the rest to greater heights while loose ends hang loose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-333792814993855818?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/333792814993855818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2010/04/council-prefectorial-board.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/333792814993855818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/333792814993855818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2010/04/council-prefectorial-board.html' title='Council &gt; Prefectorial board'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-7485628175171820639</id><published>2010-04-25T17:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T17:53:42.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMOPS</title><content type='html'>The day started at 6am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;The chairman exclaimed "I have just received news from the head. We have to do more."&lt;br /&gt;People scattered over the place.&lt;br /&gt;Hands grabbed for signs, feet rushed for doors.&lt;br /&gt;"You, you and you, close your laptops! You, you and you put the ball down!&lt;br /&gt;You, you, all of you, get to work now!"&lt;br /&gt;He wagged his finger and ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We parted to our different committees.&lt;br /&gt;At the refreshments committee,&lt;br /&gt;The teacher exclaimed "I have just received news from the vendors. We have to do more."&lt;br /&gt;People scattered over the place.&lt;br /&gt;Hands grabbed for food, feet rushed for stores.&lt;br /&gt;"You, you and you, don't just sit there! You, you and you help carry the boxes!&lt;br /&gt;You, you, all of you, get to work now!"&lt;br /&gt;She wagged her finger and ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the food arrived,&lt;br /&gt;soon the students arrived.&lt;br /&gt;The helpers exclaimed "I have just received news from the students. We have to do more."&lt;br /&gt;People scattered over the place.&lt;br /&gt;Hands rushed for pens, feet rushed for more.&lt;br /&gt;"You, you and you, stop playing now! You, you and you take the attendance!&lt;br /&gt;You, you, all of you, get to work now!"&lt;br /&gt;He wagged his finger and ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students ate.&lt;br /&gt;The food ran out.&lt;br /&gt;The in-charge exclaimed "I have just received news from the helpers. We have to do more."&lt;br /&gt;People scattered over the place.&lt;br /&gt;Hands rushed for phones, feet rushed for stores.&lt;br /&gt;"You, you and you, go get the food! You, you and you go and sit down!&lt;br /&gt;You, you, all of you, get to work now!"&lt;br /&gt;I wagged my finger and ordered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-7485628175171820639?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/7485628175171820639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2010/04/smops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/7485628175171820639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/7485628175171820639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2010/04/smops.html' title='SMOPS'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-2030102780344783415</id><published>2010-03-02T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:52:16.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview on Prejudice and Discrimination</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What do you understand by the terms, prejudice and discrimination?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prejudice is a preconceived belief, opinion or judgment made without establishing the facts of an issue. This could be related to one’s race, ethnicity, social class, gender, religion, age, disability, political beliefs, line of work, personal characteristics, fear, aversion and antipathy.&lt;br /&gt;Discrimination is the unfair behavioral treatment towards a person or a group of people. This could be due to the person’s ethnicity, gender, age, educational background, nationality etc.&lt;br /&gt;Prejudice is not visible and is internal, whilst discrimination is visible and is external. Discrimination is an action, usually as a result of prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you experienced any prejudice or discrimination?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. In my work place, people are prejudice towards female bosses, and think that they are temperamental and emotional and do not perform efficiently as their male counterpart.&lt;br /&gt;As a result, male colleagues get their promotion faster and subordinates generally prefer to work for male bosses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do prejudice and discrimination occur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This could be relating to one’s belief and values, their experience, etc. As a result the unfair treatment comes about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you think prejudice and discrimination can be avoided/ eliminated?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can be avoided when you are able to look at things in a wider perspective, be more tolerant and optimistic, and expand your horizons and experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-2030102780344783415?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/2030102780344783415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2010/03/interview-on-prejudice-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/2030102780344783415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/2030102780344783415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2010/03/interview-on-prejudice-and.html' title='Interview on Prejudice and Discrimination'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-3770104079145331804</id><published>2010-03-01T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T19:12:13.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multiple Intelligence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InOpW9N1_BM/S4xk_LykL6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/pFtQMIfag2Y/s1600-h/Multiple+intelligence.PNG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many a times, schools have sent their students for multiple intelligence tests, similar to the one I have just took from Birmingham Grid for Learning. Most schools would want to find ways to help their students learn better, and thus it can be assumed that schools sent their students for these tests in hope of their improvement. Despite this, are students really improving through this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InOpW9N1_BM/S4xlMDDG7AI/AAAAAAAAACY/iGuyR_H6BTg/s1600-h/Multiple+intelligence.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443837307235265538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InOpW9N1_BM/S4xlMDDG7AI/AAAAAAAAACY/iGuyR_H6BTg/s320/Multiple+intelligence.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Multiple intelligence tests are tests which help to determine your study method, and the way you look at things. These tests are designed to calculate the best way you absorb information through various multiple choice questions. But come to think of it, does schools change their teaching style for every single one of their students who learn in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; manner? Can schools even afford to scrape their previous teaching methods to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accommodate&lt;/span&gt; every new batch of students with different &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;learning&lt;/span&gt; styles? If not, then does knowing your study method make a difference? Although some may point out that learning happens all the time, and that you could use the knowledge of your learning style to help you learn better at your own time, but I would like to state that for students, they gain their knowledge mostly from their teachers, who are mostly unable to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accommodate&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; specific learning &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;styles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, is knowing your learning style going to help you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-3770104079145331804?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/3770104079145331804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2010/03/multiple-intelligence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/3770104079145331804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/3770104079145331804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2010/03/multiple-intelligence.html' title='Multiple Intelligence'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InOpW9N1_BM/S4xlMDDG7AI/AAAAAAAAACY/iGuyR_H6BTg/s72-c/Multiple+intelligence.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-1588105399957404322</id><published>2010-02-27T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:50:14.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>February</title><content type='html'>February to most may seem yet another normal school month they would have to live through, like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February to some, may seem only the second month of the year, with many more months to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February to me. I could say that February to me was somewhat a busy month, starting of with pretty major events, and ending off with quite major events too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My February blasted off with the 37&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; High School Council, Council &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Investiture&lt;/span&gt; where I was promoted to an official councilor, followed by the Singapore Mathematical Projects Festival which I was in-charge of. Not to forget a maths test just a day before, which I got quite a desirable mark for.&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days later, came a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; test which falls on the same day as the American Mathematics Competition which I also took part in. It was then followed by plenty of meetings for upcoming events, and some rehearsals for an upcoming projects competition. After surviving these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt;, it was not made any better for me, when I was blown with a total of 8 test in merely a span of 6 days. In the middle of the studying for tests, there was the annual cross country meet where I ran a total of 4km, coming in in the top 50.&lt;br /&gt;As all good things will come to an end, all bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; come to an end too, and we were rewarded with a CNY@HCI party at the end of it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that everything is over, it is no use crying over spilt milk neither is it time to rejoice as there would certainly be many more similar months to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-1588105399957404322?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/1588105399957404322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2010/02/february.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/1588105399957404322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/1588105399957404322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2010/02/february.html' title='February'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-4342406314622059893</id><published>2010-01-20T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:18:07.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long time ago</title><content type='html'>A long time ago, a new year started.&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago, blogging was a must.&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago, I created this blog.&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago, I made my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago, I went for a long holiday,&lt;br /&gt;forgetting about school&lt;br /&gt;forgetting about the countless assignments&lt;br /&gt;forgetting about the late nights of homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time later, a new year begun.&lt;br /&gt;A long time later, blogging was a must.&lt;br /&gt;A long time later, I came to this blog.&lt;br /&gt;A long time later, I composed this post,&lt;br /&gt;experiencing about school&lt;br /&gt;experiencing about the countless undone assignment&lt;br /&gt;experiencing a late night of homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short time later, I published this post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-4342406314622059893?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/4342406314622059893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-time-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/4342406314622059893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/4342406314622059893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-time-ago.html' title='A long time ago'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-2355487876470763295</id><published>2009-07-17T20:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:15:51.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday, Homework, or Me</title><content type='html'>Students. It is always the students. The teachers nag. The teachers punish. Will it work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the holidays, there would surely be some students who are unable to hand up their holiday assignments. Those students, would be the ones who will get nagged at and punish. Do they deserve it? Is it their fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, then whose fault is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear readers, when you have read till this part, if you are peaceful enough, you may have already formed the mindset, that it is no one's fault and that we shouldn't cry over spilt milk. Well, there is always a reason for everything, and a fault in every mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the reason for the late submission? Where does the fault lie?&lt;br /&gt;Holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Homework.&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would the fault lie in the length of the holiday? Most students, would of course wish for a longer holiday, thus lying the fault in the holidays. However, have you ever considered the flaws extended holiday would bring along with it.&lt;br /&gt;With extended holidays, there would be less lesson time. When there is less lesson time, the syllabus cannot be covered in class. Therefore, branching out into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;several&lt;/span&gt; alternatives that can be used to cover up for the lesser lesson time. Topics taught, would be less in-depth, and teachers would be going at a faster pace resulting in the slower students not being able to catch up. Students, may also have to carry out self learning of topics unable to be covered in class and there would be lesser chances of clarification. With more holidays, school days would also be more packed and students would also have to bring home more homework.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, homework would still not be handed in on time with the packed schedule of the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the homework. Homework, are generally worksheets that are given as there is a lack of time to complete them in school. Should teachers reduced reduce students pile homework? Should the practices a student &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;receives&lt;/span&gt; for a coming test be compromised? It shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you assume that you already have enough practices, isn't there a saying "the more the merrier". It is always better to have more practices, as practice makes perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all that is left is the student himself. Is it his fault? My answer is maybe. It may be the student's fault and it may be not.&lt;br /&gt;Most people would not like fault to lie on their shoulders and if you were in the student's shoes, I guess that you would also hope that it is not your fault, and would deny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; if possible.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, is it right to blame the student if there is no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;evidence&lt;/span&gt; nor prove to support the argument that it is his fault? I do not think so.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, if the students do not fell that they are in the wrong, will blind punishment work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose fault is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-2355487876470763295?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/2355487876470763295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/07/holiday-homework-or-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/2355487876470763295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/2355487876470763295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/07/holiday-homework-or-me.html' title='Holiday, Homework, or Me'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-744274665020696686</id><published>2009-07-12T16:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T18:21:51.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The books that made an impact on my Father's life</title><content type='html'>Although my father reads lesser books now, when he was young, he reads alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his younger days, my father was an excessive reader, who reads alot esspecially in the area of chinese books. The books which have an impact on his life would be books on acient history and those books about famous people. The books that he reads, were mostly concerning China's history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those books, there were many great emporers and heros, who had made very big achievements. Those, inspired him at very young age to be somebody and achieve something in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why he believes in being the best he can, and acheiving the most he can in everything. Although my father may not have done that in many other areas but at least, he felt that in the areas of academics and in career, he have achieve something to be proud of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-744274665020696686?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/744274665020696686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/07/books-that-made-impact-on-my-fathers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/744274665020696686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/744274665020696686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/07/books-that-made-impact-on-my-fathers.html' title='The books that made an impact on my Father&apos;s life'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-6477791089736555023</id><published>2009-07-11T09:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:44:30.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My least Favourite Character in Village by the Sea</title><content type='html'>Hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone would to ask me the character I dislike the most in Village By the Sea, my answer would by this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't any really character who needs to be "kicked out" of the story. All the characters played an important role in creating such a wonderful plot. All of them also contributed to the end of the story where everything is in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I would say that I dislike the drunken brothers. They sounded like nothing but trouble. Although there was no edvidence that they poisoned Pinto the dog, they were suspected to have done so. Although they did nasty things, a story could not go without a villian and so, I wouldn't blame them for getting choosen to be the villians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, my conclusion would be that I do not have any disliking for any particular character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I do not dislike any character, there are plenty of them who deserve praises. People like Mr Panwallah and Jagu did "charity" for Hari, and helped Hari a number of times when he was in need. Despite being poor, they still provide Hari with income generously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-6477791089736555023?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/6477791089736555023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-least-favourite-character-in-village.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/6477791089736555023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/6477791089736555023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-least-favourite-character-in-village.html' title='My least Favourite Character in Village by the Sea'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-7696915609325350355</id><published>2009-07-11T08:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:02:16.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite part of Village by the Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356993394985473346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InOpW9N1_BM/SlfdHDQ5FUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Eljh7WHfwig/s320/Village+by+the+sea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Have you read this book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is one of my language arts literature books, &lt;em&gt;village by the sea&lt;/em&gt;. It was written by Anita Desai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Village by the sea&lt;/em&gt; is about poverty in india, and about going to the city. It features Hari, as the main character, Lila, and some others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite part in this book is the ending, where everything is bright and happy for everyone. Mother recovers from anaemia with good food and proper medication, father kicks his drinking habit, and Hari returns home with money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should read this book. If it is not a good book, it wouldn't be taught for literature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-7696915609325350355?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/7696915609325350355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-favourite-part-of-village-by-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/7696915609325350355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/7696915609325350355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-favourite-part-of-village-by-sea.html' title='My Favourite part of Village by the Sea'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InOpW9N1_BM/SlfdHDQ5FUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Eljh7WHfwig/s72-c/Village+by+the+sea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-5117631001948447741</id><published>2009-07-10T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:00:36.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Drink Driver</title><content type='html'>Today, the 10th of July marks the day of my long awaited anniversary.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was today, in the year of 1990...&lt;br /&gt;The blarring of my racecar's radio roared over the thunder storm. It was my favourite romance song, the newest one of Q.I.'s newest album. Memories of my wife flashed accross my dazed mind. I was especially down that day, we had just divorced.&lt;br /&gt;The stench of strong alchohol squeezed and push their way up my nostrills. It was an unbearable smell. I wonder, I wonder why did I ever pick up this useless drinking habit.&lt;br /&gt;My vision blurred into steam. I felt heat. Am I in a steam bath? I couldn't tell. My mind was in a whirl, and I could only think of my wife, now not my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a blinding white light flashed up on my dirty windscreen! The stench. The song. The light. The &lt;em&gt;"bang!".&lt;/em&gt; The salty red liquid in my mouth. The pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quick! Get the emergency rescue service!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't scare me..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scream of tyres, on the crying floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He has been drinking! His blood sample tested positive for alcho..............."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fuzzy. I am gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not ever follow in my footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;I am warning you.&lt;br /&gt;I am watching you.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-5117631001948447741?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/5117631001948447741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/07/confessions-of-drink-driver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/5117631001948447741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/5117631001948447741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/07/confessions-of-drink-driver.html' title='Confessions of a Drink Driver'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-6794614256114068988</id><published>2009-07-10T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:24:39.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>City Rat or Country Mouse?</title><content type='html'>Would you rather be a city rat, or a country mouse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, let me elaborate on some of the pros and cons of being country mouse.&lt;br /&gt;A country mouse, would lead a carefree life in the country side, while on the other hand, it will have a lack of resources in terms of technology. A country mouse, would benefit from the fresh air, and the beautiful scenery of the country side, it will also have a relax well paced life, where each day is just like the other. A country mouse will also tend to be healthier, from the sweat and the work a country life requires. Despite the many benefits a country life would offer, there is also the bad side.&lt;br /&gt;A country mouse, will be more "sick" due to the lack of medical supplies and doctors. With the lack of schools, there will also be a lack of technology, and thus it will also loose out in the area of the virtual world, and education. With a lack of education, country mouses will also poorer due to the lack of good jobs, and therefore would not have enough money to improve their lives. They would be trapped in the vivious cycle of poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I would tell you more about the pros and cons of being a city rat.&lt;br /&gt;A city rat, despite being well developed, a situation no matter how plentiful of advantages, would have its disadvantages too. In the city, life is fast paced, and city mouses are usually put under alot of stressed and pressure, to keep up. Although city mouses are advanced in the area of technology, and have well paid jobs, both technology and well paid jobs require them to sit in the office all day long and crack their brains. This, would clearly detererate their quality of health.&lt;br /&gt;City life is no doupt much more convenient then country life. In the city, there is a good structure of transportation, and it would be chicken feet to get from one place to another. With the developement of phones and the internet, communication is also greatly enchanced. Eateries around the city would also leave a city rat's mind in peace, as he do not have to worry when is his next meal coming from. Also, with technology, comes proper planning and a good hygein system. Even if a city rat is to fall ill, there is always a doctor to see to it a few steps away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Would I rather be a city rat or a country mouse?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it would be the same theory of not being satisfied with what one has.&lt;br /&gt;A classical example would be to peek into someone else's newspapers in the train/ bus, with a set of newspapers in ones own hands.&lt;br /&gt;I would prefer to be a country mouse, and enjoy the relaxed life in the countryside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be a city rat, or a country mouse?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-6794614256114068988?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/6794614256114068988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/07/city-rat-or-country-mouse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/6794614256114068988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/6794614256114068988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/07/city-rat-or-country-mouse.html' title='City Rat or Country Mouse?'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-7574552338082312003</id><published>2009-07-06T15:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:32:43.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Poet</title><content type='html'>My favorite poet is Shel Silverstien. I like Shel Silverstien, as he is multi- talented, and he wrote my favorite poem. He is a cartoonist, playwright, poet, performer, recording artist, and Grammy-winning, Oscar-nominated songwriter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silverstein is known for his iconic books of prose and poetry for young readers. He was born on September 25, 1930 in Chicago, Illinois. He died in May 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of his modern classical works include Lafcadio: The Lion Who Shot Back (1963), The Giving Tree (1964), A Giraffe and a Half (1964), The Missing Piece (1976), and The Missing Piece Meets the Big O (1981). Through his writing, Silverstein has won an uncountable number of awards, which include Where the Sidewalk Ends, a 1974 Michigan Young Readers Award winner; A Light in the Attic, recipient of the School Library Journal Best Books Award in 1982.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silverstein’s books, which were also illustrated by him, are characterized by a deft mixing of the sly and the serious, the macabre and the just plain silly. His unique out of the box imagination and bold brand of humour is loved by both countless adults and children throughout the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-7574552338082312003?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/7574552338082312003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-favorite-poet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/7574552338082312003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/7574552338082312003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-favorite-poet.html' title='My Favorite Poet'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-2870635157547195992</id><published>2009-06-29T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T09:52:23.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy Room by Shel Silverstein</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Messy Room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; by Shel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Silverstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Whosever&lt;/span&gt; room this is should be &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ashamed&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;His &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;underwear is hanging on the lamp&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;His raincoat is there in the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;overstuffed chair&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.&lt;br /&gt;His &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;workbook is wedged in the window&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;His sweater's been thrown on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,&lt;br /&gt;And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.&lt;br /&gt;His &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;books are all jammed in the closet&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;His vest has been left in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lizard named Ed is asleep&lt;/span&gt; in his bed,&lt;br /&gt;And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whosever&lt;/span&gt; room this is should be &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ashamed&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Donald or Robert or Willie or--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I knew it looked familiar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I would talk about the figurative language used by the author in his poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hyperbole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;An exaggerate statement, used to invoke an emotion or image.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author used hyperbole when he said the the chair was over stuff, the workbook was wedged in the window, and the books are jammed in to the closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Personification&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Giving an object or an abstract idea human traits equalities.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;The author used &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;personification&lt;/span&gt; when he said the the underwear was hanging on the lamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Metaphor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Directly comparing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;seemingly&lt;/span&gt; unrelated subjects with or without the use of using the words like as or and.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author didn't use any Metaphor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Uses the words like or and&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simile was also not used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Symbolism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Use as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;representative&lt;/span&gt; figure to carry additional meaning.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author used symbolism when he keeps repeating that the owner of the room should be ashamed. In the end, he gives it a twist, and it was his own room. It symbolises that he was not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ashamed&lt;/span&gt;, but proud of his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do I like this poem?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I like this poem firstly, as it is short and sweet. It is not some lengthy poem that is so wordy, till it becomes hard to read. I like this poem as it gives some sort of a twist at the end, when the author "found out" that the room he has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;criticizing&lt;/span&gt; is is own room, giving some sense of humour. I also like the fact that the author didn't use any describing words, and yet still manage to describe a room. Instead, he uses actions about how untidily the objects in the room are placed. To conclude this post, I would like to say that this good poem is something we should learn from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-2870635157547195992?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/2870635157547195992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/06/messy-room-by-shel-silverstein.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/2870635157547195992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/2870635157547195992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/06/messy-room-by-shel-silverstein.html' title='Messy Room by Shel Silverstein'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-718348220798819271</id><published>2009-04-26T12:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:56:11.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh Out Loud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InOpW9N1_BM/SfPpMVde7eI/AAAAAAAAABg/g1QyogwkJPQ/s1600-h/keep+right.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328859182237937122" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InOpW9N1_BM/SfPpMVde7eI/AAAAAAAAABg/g1QyogwkJPQ/s320/keep+right.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InOpW9N1_BM/SfPpBg6sX7I/AAAAAAAAABY/w7_AWx9YguE/s1600-h/keep+right.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Right or Left???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-718348220798819271?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/718348220798819271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/04/laugh-out-loud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/718348220798819271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/718348220798819271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/04/laugh-out-loud.html' title='Laugh Out Loud'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InOpW9N1_BM/SfPpMVde7eI/AAAAAAAAABg/g1QyogwkJPQ/s72-c/keep+right.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-2119767381132109323</id><published>2009-04-25T19:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:17:47.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMOPS</title><content type='html'>Today is the day, where my school held the Singapore Mathematics Olympiad for Primary Schools. As there were too many participants, and too little classrooms to house all of them, 6 of the primary schools had the competition in school. Being a councillor- in- training (CIT) my role in the SMOPS was to be an usher, like the rest of the CITs. Unlukily, the area I was in charge of was the last bus stop you can alight at my school, the one at gate 3. Not many people entered through that gate, as most of them used the first few bus stops or drive in. It was pretty boring and I didn't have much to do. If I knew this would happen, earlier, I would have volunteered to station at the clock tower. The clock tower is the main place school buses stop, and it was also used as one of the registration area. There will be definately more people to usher there.&lt;br /&gt;After doing almost nothing for 2 hours, the registration closed and we had a break. The break was a fast one, with one packet drink and a packet of bee hoon each. The food was Okay, but it was spicy and may not suit the taste of people who do not take spicy food.&lt;br /&gt;Although we were required to clear the registration area immediately after break, but the primary school students did not make a mess, and we started talking about the school's ghost stories. Did you know that you could find out about some "myths and legens" about the school if you search "from" KRISON at the hs_student's archive, then click the "V" beside the massage?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-2119767381132109323?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/2119767381132109323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/04/smops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/2119767381132109323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/2119767381132109323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/04/smops.html' title='SMOPS'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-2651681408950446774</id><published>2009-04-21T10:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:29:22.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths blog</title><content type='html'>Hi, it has been more than a week since I last posted.&lt;br /&gt;Please also go to &lt;a href="http://www.terencenyy1a2maths.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.terencenyy1a2maths.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; to give your views and comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-2651681408950446774?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/2651681408950446774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/04/maths-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/2651681408950446774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/2651681408950446774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/04/maths-blog.html' title='Maths blog'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-1353773982294961732</id><published>2009-04-12T18:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:25:53.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Logo--- Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;With regards to my post "Logo", I have done a logo for Socrates. This logo has an interesting property: it can still be read after being turned 180 degrees around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InOpW9N1_BM/SeHBcTIw3bI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KKJp4Bi4iys/s1600-h/Socrates+Club+logo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323748926446165426" style="WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InOpW9N1_BM/SeHBcTIw3bI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KKJp4Bi4iys/s320/Socrates+Club+logo+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-1353773982294961732?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/1353773982294961732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/04/logo-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/1353773982294961732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/1353773982294961732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/04/logo-done.html' title='Logo--- Done'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_InOpW9N1_BM/SeHBcTIw3bI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KKJp4Bi4iys/s72-c/Socrates+Club+logo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-5556206422665580059</id><published>2009-04-09T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:40:32.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths Question</title><content type='html'>What is the 2009 number after the decimal point of pi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-5556206422665580059?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/5556206422665580059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/04/maths-question_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/5556206422665580059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/5556206422665580059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/04/maths-question_09.html' title='Maths Question'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-3428853088887794307</id><published>2009-04-04T09:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:00:26.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Logo</title><content type='html'>Hi readers, when you hear of Socrates what comes to your mind first? What do you feel about Socrates? How do you think a logo for Socrates should look like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-3428853088887794307?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/3428853088887794307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/04/logo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/3428853088887794307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/3428853088887794307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/04/logo.html' title='Logo'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-8544026496244623992</id><published>2009-04-03T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:07:07.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths Question</title><content type='html'>If a boy standing 50cm away from you looks 1.5m tall, how tall will a boy standing 5m away look?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-8544026496244623992?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/8544026496244623992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/04/maths-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/8544026496244623992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/8544026496244623992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/04/maths-question.html' title='Maths Question'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-8035910474440427867</id><published>2009-04-01T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:31:18.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>It all started in the morning. In the night, while I was sleeping, my hand phone's battery got flat and my hand phone's alarm clock didn't wake me up in the morning. After rushing through to get ready for school, I rush down to the bus stop, only to see my bus go past. By the time the next bus arrived, it was the last bus I could take to reach school early. Reaching the classroom after flag raising, I noticed that my chair had "disappeared" and my science teacher made me stand/ sit on the floor for quite some time while she scolded whoever took my chair and did not return it.&lt;br /&gt;The next period was PE and unfortunately today we had our NAPFA test, where we have to run 2.4km. Nearing my last round, my shoelaces came loose causing my to trip, bringing me a few positions down. It was a blessing that I finished the run "alive" as I did not practice.&lt;br /&gt;After school, our new CEPAS (ez-link) cards were given out to us and my face on the card looked weired. The slow distribution of the CEPAS cards also made me not have enough time to meet my project teacher mentor. As a result, I have to meet him after a session of project briefing. He was in a bad mood. As my group's work was also not up to his standard so, he spent the whole session scolding me and my teammate, dragging it to 1 whole hour. After his scolding, the 2 of us were sent to touch up on our project proposal with borrowed laptops from the school library. Unfortunately, the librarian gave me the wrong log-in information, and the library's USB cable had some problem making the Internet was inaccessible. I only manage to log-in after several trail and error attempts. After I logged-in, the USB cable was found spoilt and this fault in the library caused another 1 hour of my precious time.&lt;br /&gt;My bad day did not only end here, when I accidentally sent my brass buttons for washing with my clothes. I had to dig through the laundry pail to retrieve back my uniform. I am also here typing this long post when I just remembered my huge pile of undone homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-8035910474440427867?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/8035910474440427867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/8035910474440427867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/8035910474440427867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-3137944981374302979</id><published>2009-03-31T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:48:46.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths Question</title><content type='html'>Let n be 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(n-1)-n=(n-1)-1&lt;br /&gt;((n-1)-n)^2=(n-1)^2-1&lt;br /&gt;(n+1)(n-1)-n^2=(n+1)(n-1)-1&lt;br /&gt;(n+1)(n-1)=(n+1)(n-1)-(1+n^2)&lt;br /&gt;(n+1)=(n+1)-(1+n^2)&lt;br /&gt;(1+1)=(1+1)-(1+1^2)&lt;br /&gt;2=2-(1+1)&lt;br /&gt;2=2-2&lt;br /&gt;2=0?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 3 errors in this question. Can you spot them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-3137944981374302979?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/3137944981374302979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/maths-question_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/3137944981374302979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/3137944981374302979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/maths-question_31.html' title='Maths Question'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-4308912173989973193</id><published>2009-03-30T14:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:55:47.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths Question</title><content type='html'>What is 2009 in hexidecimal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-4308912173989973193?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/4308912173989973193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/maths-question_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/4308912173989973193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/4308912173989973193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/maths-question_30.html' title='Maths Question'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-7608968344440910853</id><published>2009-03-26T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:07:47.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths Question</title><content type='html'>How many digits does 987654321 to the power of 1234567890 contain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-7608968344440910853?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/7608968344440910853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/maths-question_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/7608968344440910853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/7608968344440910853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/maths-question_26.html' title='Maths Question'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-8921603402250389755</id><published>2009-03-23T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:55:15.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths Question</title><content type='html'>What is 1234567890 in binary?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-8921603402250389755?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/8921603402250389755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/maths-question_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/8921603402250389755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/8921603402250389755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/maths-question_23.html' title='Maths Question'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-8835702869683477697</id><published>2009-03-21T16:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:06:45.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>Hi schooling readers, the holidays is coming to an end, and i hope you are enjoying it. Anyway if you are enjoying I am not. Infact my March holidays this year was not even considered a holiday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I continue, let me ask you a simple question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is holiday to you? Is it a time to relax after the exams? Is it a time to do what you can't do during the term? Is it a time for you to distress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my holiday is nothing different from school days. I still have to go to school everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-8835702869683477697?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/8835702869683477697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/8835702869683477697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/8835702869683477697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-5784598841515550780</id><published>2009-03-15T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:16:08.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths Question</title><content type='html'>There are 2009 lighted light bulbs in a role. Every day, Mr Do will turn off all the odd numbered lighted light bulbs.&lt;br /&gt;a) If Mr Do started this proccess on a Monday, on which day would he stop this proccess?&lt;br /&gt;b) How many bulbs from the left is the last bulb to be switched off?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-5784598841515550780?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/5784598841515550780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/maths-question_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/5784598841515550780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/5784598841515550780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/maths-question_15.html' title='Maths Question'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-7867990883416726944</id><published>2009-03-13T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T17:22:40.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Clock Fixed</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Lowawa, I finally manage to change my blog's clock to the correct one. Although the clock is fixed, you can still comment on the "Slow Clock" and this post. Just write what you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-7867990883416726944?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/7867990883416726944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/slow-clock-fixed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/7867990883416726944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/7867990883416726944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/slow-clock-fixed.html' title='Slow Clock Fixed'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-3548636491810445694</id><published>2009-03-13T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T14:29:27.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Maths "Genius"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InOpW9N1_BM/Sbn8wWbfOCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oL8VZwQxM6Y/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312555143045003298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InOpW9N1_BM/Sbn8wWbfOCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oL8VZwQxM6Y/s320/image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InOpW9N1_BM/Sbn8sbI3FOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eNCRctHJDA8/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312555075589575906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InOpW9N1_BM/Sbn8sbI3FOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eNCRctHJDA8/s320/image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InOpW9N1_BM/Sbn8l6BY6AI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qEGYmFbo92U/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312554963620653058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InOpW9N1_BM/Sbn8l6BY6AI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qEGYmFbo92U/s320/image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InOpW9N1_BM/Sbn8f55grHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xptyCan629M/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312554860508392562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InOpW9N1_BM/Sbn8f55grHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xptyCan629M/s320/image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please leave your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-3548636491810445694?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/3548636491810445694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/maths-genius.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/3548636491810445694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/3548636491810445694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/maths-genius.html' title='The Maths &quot;Genius&quot;'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_InOpW9N1_BM/Sbn8wWbfOCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oL8VZwQxM6Y/s72-c/image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-6046933898923590860</id><published>2009-03-10T16:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:42:34.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths Question</title><content type='html'>What is the last 2 digits of the product of 69 to the power of 12345678910?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-6046933898923590860?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/6046933898923590860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/maths-question_10.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/6046933898923590860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/6046933898923590860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/maths-question_10.html' title='Maths Question'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-3568184733361002736</id><published>2009-03-09T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:56:32.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths Question</title><content type='html'>I have a padlock with 12 buttons, and the code can be a 1-12 digit number. How many types of combinations must you try out before hacking the code?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-3568184733361002736?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/3568184733361002736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/maths-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/3568184733361002736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/3568184733361002736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/maths-question.html' title='Maths Question'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-3757810254008737662</id><published>2009-03-08T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:11:40.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palindrome</title><content type='html'>A racecar is a racecar while a racecar is a racecar, and a racecar is also a racecar because a racecar is a racecar when a racecar is spelt backwards, so a racecar is a racecar and a racecar.&lt;br /&gt;Hi readers did you realise something about words like racecar, mom, dad? Well, those words are palindrones. I am sure you are able too raftly figure out what a palindrome is from reading the above, and finding a similarity between the words racecar, mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anymore of such interesting words? Please share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-3757810254008737662?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/3757810254008737662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/palindrone.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/3757810254008737662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/3757810254008737662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/palindrone.html' title='Palindrome'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-6661498757879874358</id><published>2009-03-08T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:03:28.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Clock</title><content type='html'>My blog's timing is about 13 hours slow! Did you notice that? Anyway does anyone have any suggestions as to how to change the timing to a correct one?&lt;br /&gt;Please feedback.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-6661498757879874358?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/6661498757879874358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-blogs-timing-is-about-13-hours-slow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/6661498757879874358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/6661498757879874358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-blogs-timing-is-about-13-hours-slow.html' title='Slow Clock'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-8481257627409490832</id><published>2009-03-07T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:11:05.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math Question 2</title><content type='html'>Here is the next question. It is rather simple too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many 4 letters word can you form with the word TERENCE? ( It may not nessarily be a real word.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please leave your answers as a comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-8481257627409490832?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/8481257627409490832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-is-next-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/8481257627409490832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/8481257627409490832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-is-next-question.html' title='Math Question 2'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-7620504362080111813</id><published>2009-03-06T18:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:17:41.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Maths Question</title><content type='html'>Today, our maths teacher suggested to us the idea of posting maths questions on our blogs. My first question would be a simple one. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the fomula for a+(a+1)+(a+2)+...+(n-2)+(n-1)+n?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-7620504362080111813?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/7620504362080111813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-our-maths-teacher-suggested-to-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/7620504362080111813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/7620504362080111813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-our-maths-teacher-suggested-to-us.html' title='1st Maths Question'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-4962462912629147121</id><published>2009-03-03T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:32:26.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Language Arts Assignment 2</title><content type='html'>Article from: The Straits Times Friday, Febuary 27 2009 pg. A12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article Title: Scaling One Peak After Another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a victim of cerebral palsy, Ms Oh has done quite a commendable job of climbing one of the tallest mountains in South- east Asia, Mt Kinabalu, and writing a book that inspired others. Ms Oh, who walks with an awkward gait and speaks with great difficulty was often an easy target for taunts, cruel jokes and discrimination. Although a high fever rendered one of her four siblings mentally impaired, cancer robbed her of her doting father and her best friend, her late mother was bedridden and suffered from chronic skin disease which led to the amputation of her mother's right leg, and her brother was a compulsive gambler who lost her poor parents' savings, Ms Oh did not give up in self pity, but to chase and live her dreams. Evidently, we can learn lots of values from Ms Oh, things like resilience and positive thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-4962462912629147121?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/4962462912629147121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/language-arts-assignment-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/4962462912629147121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/4962462912629147121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/language-arts-assignment-2.html' title='Language Arts Assignment 2'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-8342190763566779621</id><published>2009-03-02T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:43:36.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InOpW9N1_BM/SavSRrSfi7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gx-_BPhPorY/s1600-h/2819149122-contractors-engaged-to-repair-merlion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308567786906160050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InOpW9N1_BM/SavSRrSfi7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gx-_BPhPorY/s320/2819149122-contractors-engaged-to-repair-merlion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday, Singapore's icon, The Merlion was struck by lightning. Part of its mane fell off, crashing to the floor. The Merlion stop spouting water many hours after. Today, in the news papers, on the front page of The Straights Times shows a picture of the Merlion being caged up. Contractors were engaged to repair the Merlion, and the public is still not allowed to access the 36 year old icon at the mouth of the Singapore River. What exactly has the Merlion done wrong to deserve to be struck by lightning, caged up, and isolated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-8342190763566779621?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/8342190763566779621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-saturday-singapores-icon-merlion-was.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/8342190763566779621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/8342190763566779621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-saturday-singapores-icon-merlion-was.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_InOpW9N1_BM/SavSRrSfi7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gx-_BPhPorY/s72-c/2819149122-contractors-engaged-to-repair-merlion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-6098499856404070500</id><published>2009-02-28T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:01:16.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty tiring day. I had to wake up at 6am early in the morning to rush to east coast park outward bound singapore. You may be wondering what was I doing at such a place on an early Saturday morning, well I participated in a CIP activity, where we hold games for the disabled. I had to run here and there, carring tables and other stuff  for the event. By the time the whole thing ended I was tired to the bone. Actually the plan was for me to walk a very far distance to the nearest bus stop, and take a bus home but lucky for me, my mother was able to rush down to pick me. By the time I reached home, it was already 3pm. More than half of my Saturday is gone. When I reached home, I had to work on a huge pile of homework, set by my teachers, all together 9 of them as I have 9 examinable subjects. I had only about 1 and a half hours to work on them, as I have to rush of for my CCA at 4.30pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-6098499856404070500?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/6098499856404070500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-was-pretty-tiring-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/6098499856404070500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/6098499856404070500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-was-pretty-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-5770886038005828023</id><published>2009-02-24T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:13:24.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Language Arts Assignment- News Paper Article</title><content type='html'>Article from: The Straits Times Monday 23 Febuary 2009 Pg. B5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article Title: Nuisance callers dial up a 999 logjam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article focused on a main idea that calling 999, for non- urgent situations is incorrect. The article further illastrates this by following a workday of a police staff. The Straits Times journalist found out that pranksters swamp police hotlines, while others treat it  as a phone directory or a complaint bureau. Among the 273 calls the followed police staff took, 8 in 10 calls were nuisance and dropped calls. The nuisance callers can sometimes hamper the speed at which information is passed on, and can potantially delay police response in situations where every seconds matters.&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to get to know of such an incident, as since young, we were taught that the number 999 is only for emergencies, and that we were not suppose to make nuisance calls. I didn't know that people, especially adults dialled 999 for enquiry, and non- emergency matters. This pranksters should know that their numbers can be traced easily by the police, and they may be dealt with easily.&lt;br /&gt;From the article, we can see the ugly side of singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;I think the pranksters should be seriously dealt with. Maybe give them a heavy fine, or give them detention. Hopefully, this will deter people from calling 999 as and when they like. Better prevent than to punish, I suggest that the public be better educated in this area, and we can also do our part by spreading this massage to those aruond us.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least I also suggest a number for people to call for non- emregency matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-5770886038005828023?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/5770886038005828023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/02/language-arts-assignment-news-paper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/5770886038005828023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/5770886038005828023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/02/language-arts-assignment-news-paper.html' title='Language Arts Assignment- News Paper Article'/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-4263005165451339922</id><published>2009-02-24T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:17:47.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been more than a month pass since I posted my last post. That was due to my pack schedule, reaching home at 6pm+ or later on all the 5 working days.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again, burning midnight oil to complete my language arts assignment.&lt;br /&gt;My assignment will be on my next blog entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-4263005165451339922?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/4263005165451339922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry-i-have-not-post-any-posts-for.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/4263005165451339922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/4263005165451339922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry-i-have-not-post-any-posts-for.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1283664126794357273.post-347900376719195032</id><published>2009-01-18T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T01:21:55.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings fellow readres, this is my first time writing a blog so pardon me if my blog is too plain or not what a blog is supposed to be. I do not really know what I should be writing about or what is what. Besides that, I am still new to blogs and had not really familarised myself to the features of a blog yet. So that is that for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1283664126794357273-347900376719195032?l=terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/feeds/347900376719195032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/01/greetings-fellow-readres-this-is-my.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/347900376719195032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1283664126794357273/posts/default/347900376719195032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terencenyy1a2.blogspot.com/2009/01/greetings-fellow-readres-this-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>terence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06495276531832387561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
