Because my students will always call me 'cher'. Because I love the language. Because my karma led me here. Waiting for the mythical being called 'Perfect Student'.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Situational Writing Format
If you're still unsure, use the following format for FORMAL LETTER (necessary stuff in highlights):
_______________________________________________________________________
Sender's address
Sender's postal code
DATE
Recipient's name
Recipient's title / post in organisation
Dear (Recipient), (<-- note the comma!)
Re: (Purpose of letter)
(body of letter in sensible paragraphs)
Yours sincerely, (<---- Capital Y, small letter s, note comma!)
SIGNATURE
FULL NAME
SENDER'S DESIGNATION (if any)
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Vocabulary for Narratives
- rangy build (lean and muscular figure)
- running to fat (nearly obese figure)
- grizzled and hoary old men (gray-haired, gray-bearded, tough old men)
- aquiline features (very sharp features)
- perspiration rolled down in tiny rivulets
- pleasingly plump figure
- nails that had been gnawed into jagged stumps
- slender pianist fingers (very elegant fingers)
- long raven tresses tumbling down her back (long wavy black hair)
- hair gelled into spikes (spiky hair)
- shoulders slumping as if he/she had been defeated
- insolently leaning against [vertical support]
- devil-may-care swagger
- smug and self-satisfied saunter / sashay (for females only!)
- huddled together in a corner for safety
- wringing his/her hands while he/she tried to find an excuse
- fingers flexed and relaxed in an effort to calm (oneself) down
- hobbled painfully along the pathway
- rubbed the back of the head, as if embarrassed to be caught in a lie
- lounged confidently in the seat, aware that all eyes were on him/her.
- musty darkness of an unused room
- dust motes danced up the narrow shaft of light
- All sound was deadened by thick curtains
- the room glittered with assorted brightly-colored knickknacks
- spartan room with hardly any furniture, let alone decorations
- opulent furnishings spoke of a taste for luxury, if not of style (not a stylish room!)
- the room was slightly cluttered, indicating the busy lives of the owners
- every surface was polished to a mirror finish (everything is gleaming)
- papers littered the surface and there was no organization evident to the naked eye (a very messy desk)
- Floor-to-ceiling windows allowed sunlight to flood into the room, giving it a cozy atmosphere
- heat shimmered over the pavement (very hot day)
- rain hammered on the roads and the drains were churning with miniature rapids and assorted debris
- leaves brushed and whispered high above in the canopy
- sandy grit stuck to his/her ankles (walking on sandy or pebbly ground)
- veritable maze of alleys and side streets, all crammed with push carts and stalls (in a city with lots of small shops and small alleyways)
- wide-open field, where tiny white and pink flowers dotted like stars in a verdant sky
- gray-blue expanse of water, interrupted by occasional white lines of foam slowly washing up ashore (the sea)
- The brisk wind danced about, whipping dead leaves into frisky jogs about the pavement
- sun beat down relentlessly, baking everything in its sight
- sloshed wetly through puddles of muddy water
- eyes glimmering with [emotion] (nearly overwhelmed by happiness or sadness)
- obstinate set of his/her jaw (showing stubbornness)
- gleeful smirk (very satisfied smile)
- diamond-hard glint of his/her eyes (showing determination)
- lazy slouch over his/her desk
- forceful strides headed towards [whatever location] (indicating sternness or determination)
- shy shuffling of feet and lowered heads
- cleared his throat pompously (wants to show that he's important)
- rebellious snarl and the squaring of her shoulders (defiant and aggressive)
- timidly edging forward
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Nearly exams...
1. Always, always, always label your questions. Which one did you answer?
2. Write legibly. Meaning: IT MUST BE READABLE BY A NORMAL HUMAN ADULT.
3. Don't use correction liquid i.e. Liquid Paper. That thing is sticky, messy and generally makes it harder to read your work (see point 2). No word out on correction tape, but if you know you always make mistakes, use one or cross out neatly.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
World Cup, One Goal
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Monday, May 24, 2010
Holiday Assignments
1E3 and 1E4, the only holiday assignment you're getting is the reading assignment that Ms Michelle Lee so thoughtfully came up for you. DO IT PROPERLY OR I WILL THUMP YOU on her behalf.
4E3, you can be envious and all, but too bad, muahahaha.
1. Comprehension - given. There's one more coming your way.
2. Essay: Five topics. Choose 2, one to plan and one to write.
a. Adversity
b. Competition
c. Write about a time when you did something you regretted and tried to put things right.
d. Write about a time you did something special for a family or a friend.
e. (I can't remember. I'll put it in later.)
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Literature exams...
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Floating Garbage in the Pacific Ocean
A satellite image - that odd pale-colored whirlpool thingy is the garbage patch.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Near Mid-year exams again...
Sunday, April 11, 2010
A piece of writing to share...
There are times you might wish you were different from everyone else around you.
Stronger. Faster. Smarter. Richer.
But most often you probably wished you were the same as them. For instance, the same as Richard, who’s good at Maths; the same as Emily, who’s popular with the girls and finds it easy to talk to boys; the same as Annie, who’s good at all the sports she’s ever come into contact with, and is a karate champion; the same as Keith, who’s able to put together a brand-new computer from scratch; the same as Veronica, whose mother was pretty and tall and whose father was nice and jovial and generous, and donated thousands of dollars to the school.
You know you’re not the same. And it takes a long time before you can stop wishing you were.
I was eight when my not-sameness was brought home to me. I had always sort of known that I was different. It’s not hard to see why once you get past the difficulty with the a-b-c’s (which I had; I kept writing ‘F’ and ‘S’ the other way round). My friends talked about their daddies and mummies. I liked to listen, because I didn’t know what to say.
One day my dad brought me to school. Usually it’s my mum who did so, but she was sick, and she thought that it was ‘high time that man did something that resembles fatherliness’.
My mum really dislikes my dad. I don’t know why. I picked up on it when I was about five, but I also knew instinctively that it was better to pretend to be stupid and not say a word. But I was eight. I was carrying my new black backpack with its tiny gorilla swinging from a zip, and daddy was holding my hand and leading me to the faded blue metal gates. He had come by the house to pick me up especially that morning, and I rode to school in a white Mercedes. It was different from my usual school bus rides, because the bus was small and dark and rickety, and the driver had greasy long hair and he looked at us funny.
“Hi Patricia,” said Mr Wong. Mr Wong was my Chinese teacher. He pronounced my name oddly, something like ‘Partisia’, but I knew better than to correct my teacher in front of daddy.
“Good morning Mr Wong,” I said brightly.
Mr Wong smiled at me and my dad. “Is this your grandpa?”
Time seemed to slow. I could feel the embarrassment trickling in, bit by teeny bitty bit, like ice-water dripping off an ice cube and each drop hitting that ticklish spot on the back of your neck and you can’t move away.
“No,” I said, not looking at daddy. “He’s my father, Mr Wong.”
Mr Wong looked embarrassed too, and I felt even more embarrassed than before, so I said bye to both adults without looking at them and ran, pell-mell, into the school and up the stairs and round the corner until I reached my desk and I threw my bag into my chair and stood there panting.
“What’s wrong?” my best friend Linda asked.
“Nothing. I just wanted to see how fast I can get to class from the school gate.”
Later my English teacher came in and told us to write about our families. I stared at the paper for a long, long time, trying to know what to put down on paper.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Every Day
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Review of How to Train a Dragon
This movie was far more enjoyable than I had expected, and I had expected quite a bit. It's light-hearted, but not silly, and the core of the story - a boy learning to find his true self and relating to his father - is always evident (Michael Bay, learn).
I'll give it an 8 out of 10 - it's intelligent, mostly, but could have used a little more on the interaction between father Stoick and son Hiccup. Overall an enjoyable film for anyone.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
From Ms Michelle Lee... (yes, the other Ms Lee)
Thursday, March 11, 2010
'The Blind Side' review
Thursday, March 4, 2010
The Lottery
The Lottery by Shirley Jackson
In your comments, please answer the following questions:
1. Did you expect this ending?
2. Why did the author set the story on a summer afternoon?
3. On a scale of 1 (lowest) to 10 (highest), how many marks would you give to the author?
Friday, February 26, 2010
Personal opinion lah!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Ninja Deer! and something else...
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Vernice Goh, Tan Wee Kee, Marian, Shi Min (1E4)
Mr and Mrs Itosan apologised and the family walked back home disappointedly.
“If only you are less careless. Look, because of this I have to compensate one hundred dollars. Thank goodness you're all right,” Mrs Itosan sighed.
“Sorry, I will be less careless next time,” Izumi said, looking at the ground.
From Eng Yee Ling and Xinyu
"Really? It is unbelievable! I thought he was in trouble again as he always gets into trouble at home," said Mrs Itosan, pleasantly surprised.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Loh Jun Qi and Denise Ang, 1E3
"This is such a disappointment.... May I know what had happened?" asked Mr Itosan.
"During PE , the students were having fun playing and running about when Itosan tripped over a small rock on the floor. In the class when the students were having lessons , Itosan stood up and went to sharpen his pencil when he knocked over a vase. On the way to the washroom, Itosan did not noticed a puddle of water on the floor and he slipped. But luckily, all these incidents did not cause any serious injuries," said Mrs Sumiko.
Mrs Itosan heaved a sigh of relief. After listening to Mrs Sumiko's account, Itosan looked at his teacher and his parents. He felt that he had been a disgrace to them.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Atiqah Khan, Vania, Fardiana and Suzy (1E4)
Mr. and Mrs. Itosan walked to Izumi and Mrs. Sumiko. Hoping not to hear a bad remark about Izumi from Mrs. Sumiko, they had planned to say goodbye to Mrs. Sumiko and walked away with their son in tow. Unfortunately, they were stopped by Mrs. Sumiko.
“I’m sorry Mr. and Mrs. Itosan. I’m actually here to talk about Izumi’s behavior. He knocks down the test tubes and beakers in the science lab constantly. Does he have any medical problem in hand-eye coordination?” queried Mrs. Sumiko.
“No Mrs. Sumiko. He’s just very careless. I’m so sorry for Izumi's carelessness,” said Mr. Itosan feeling ashamed.
“It’s okay. I hope that from now on Izumi would be more careful when he is handling things,” said Mrs. Sumiko with a gentle smile.
Izumi felt very disappointed as he had actually made his parents ashamed. Izumi waved goodbye to Mrs. Sumiko as he and his parents walked out ofthe gate. Along the way home, there was no conversation between him and his parents. Finally, Izumi ended the silence.
“I’m sorry mum and dad. I’m sorry that you keep on hearing bad remarks about me instead of good ones,” said Izumi, feeling that he was a useless son at that moment.
“It’s okay Izumi. Nobody is perfect. It's just that you have to learn from your mistakes. You have to try not to repeat your mistake if you really intend to change,” Mrs Itosan told her son.
After hearing the advice from Mrs. Itosan, Izumi made up his mind. He took more care in his work and soon, he was less clumsy and started to receive compliments from his teacher.
Jolene Chang , Celine , Chelsea and Charlene (1E4)
"Oh, okay. Thanks for your help, Mrs Sumiko."
They walked to the carpark. As they got into the car, Izumi's mother said with a long, drawn-out sigh, "Izumi, you are always injuring yourself! When will you stop making me worry about you?"
"I don't know, Ma," answered Izumi truthfully, and sighed himself.
Koh Ren Hao, Irfan, 1E3
Mrs Itosan immediately knew this was a bad sign. She looked at Mr Sumiko, and then at Izumi.
Mrs Sumiko started the conversation again by giving an account of some of the things Izumi did in school that day. “Your son is a very careless boy. I am afraid that he will meet an accident any day sooner. I am sorry but I am not cursing your son. I really hope your son will change his ways as he had a very unfortunate day today.”
"How bad was it?" asked Mrs Itosan.
Mrs Sumiko then said, “He started off well during the first lesson today. Then, he tripped on a stone. He broke the hamster’s cage and the science teacher had to clean it up himself, in case Izumi made more mistakes.”
Izumi kept repeating that he was sorry and would not do it again. They bade Mrs Sumiko goodbye. Mr and Mrs Itosan got into the car, glancing at their son in the rearview mirror.
“Sorry mom,” muttered Izumi.
“You need to change, boy!” Mrs Itosan said. “If you keep this up, you will surely get into an accident just like Mrs Sumiko said!”
Izumi sat at the back quietly, reflecting on what he had done and how to change his carelessness.
May Yee & Zi Yin 1E3
"Thank goodness!" cried Mrs Itosan.
Mrs Sumiko smiled and went on, "In the last few periods, Izumi was a good role model in class. He was an attentive listener and a good student. Therefore, I have chosen him to be the temporary class chairman."
"Really?" exclaimed Mr Itosan. "Well Izumi, we will have your favorite Kobe beef as a reward for your excellent behaviour today."
"Thank you daddy! Goodbye Mrs Sumiko!" said the boy happily. Izumi grinned as he thought of the delicious Kobe beef waiting for him.
Syafiqah, Meghana, Suzanna, Jonathan 1E4
At break, Izumi was playing with his pencil case. He threw it into the air, and was thrilled to see it come back to him. As he was tall, he was made to sit beside the window. He threw the pencil case once more, unaware of the trouble he was about to cause. The pencil case flew out of his reach and headed straight for the window.
It smashed through the window, shattering it into pieces. Izumi realized he was in hot soup. Tears welled up in Izumi's eyes and he took to his heels . He thought he could escape as it was the first day of school and the teacher would not recognise him .
He was wrong! Izumi turned a corner and came face to face with the principal. Beads of perspiration trickled down his forehead. He had come out of the frying pan and landed in the fire.
Seeing shattered glass pieces and the petrified Izumi, the principal was curious.
"Did you do this?" he quietly asked Izumi.
Izumi bit his lower lip and burst into tears. He explained what he had done and apologized profusely.
Hearing the explanation, the principal told Izumi that he would need to inform his parents of his mistake and that he would be punished with replacing the glass of the window.
Mr and Mrs Itosan sighed. Sometimes, they thought privately, it would be nice to have a son who was less clumsy.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Basyirah Balqis, Durra, Nur Ain and Sufian, 1E4
Mr. and Mrs. Itosan were sick with anxiety. They felt uneasy when they saw that Izumi was with Mrs. Sumiko, his teacher.
“How is Izumi Mrs. Sumiko?” Mrs. Itosan enquired curiously.
Mrs Sumiko appeared concerned. She replied that Izumi had been a very careless boy, but he had to be responsible for whatever he did. He had swept up the broken bits of the vase that he had accidently knocked over. He did not rely on his teacher to do it for him.
Izumi turned an innocent face to his parents. His parents did understand his problems but they sometimes found him exasperating.
“I am sorry for what I have done just now. I did not do it on purpose. I promise I won’t repeat this silly mistake,” stammered Izumi.
His parents rolled their eyes at this apology. They took a deep breath and tried to suppress their rising irritation. Izumi kept saying this to them whenever he had made a mistake but he was still careless and clumsy, and he never appeared to really want to change. His parents and Mrs. Sumiko sent him to one side and then had a little conversation.
Izumi was trembling with fear. After the little conversation, Izumi and his parents bade Mrs Sumiko goodbye and headed for home. Izumi's parents were disappointed. They wanted Izumi to be more alert and cautious but they could not think of anything to stop him.
“Are you guys still angry with me? I thought that I have told you guys that I am sorry,” stammered Izumi.
“It is not because of that. You always repeat your mistakes, and you never learn from them. You are very careless, Izumi.I don't know what we can do so that you can change your bad attitude,” fumed Mrs. Sumiko.
Mr. Sumiko just kept quiet and concentrated on his driving. Izumi did not dare to make any sound. He sat at the back seat with his mouth zipped. 'I think that time has really come to change my bad attitude,' thought Izumi miserably.
Ng Jia Jia and Sher Ting (1E3)
Monday, February 8, 2010
Nur Marina, 1E3 (who is your partner?)
1E3 - comment please!
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Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Previously...
Thursday, January 28, 2010
[-__-]* SICK.
In any case, hope you had a good day today.
Take care, love you all lots.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Week 4 and we're hangin' on!
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Tiring Tasks
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Week 3 and no Sec Ones!!!
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Spell-o-matic
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Meow.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Lots of lists like these
If you, like me, enjoy reading lists, here's a site you might like: listverse.com
Monday, January 4, 2010
2010 feels like 2009
Friday, January 1, 2010
Sherlock Holmes
If you have yet to catch it, go take a look. It's not too complicated but it is a pretty good story told by wonderful actors and a confident director (Go, Guy Ritchie!).
Besides, anything that shows intelligent people in a light that is away from 'NERD' or 'GEEK' is fabulous.