Weird quiz |
Sunday, July 5, 2009
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Hmm.. I see many ppl doing quizzes.. so I'll try too!
1. Grab your phone
Roger that
2. What's the 3rd picture in your phone?
Eh... A shuai ge.. hehe
3. What's your ringtone?
D-gray man access code.... (I dun noe what this is either =P)
4. Who's the first person that comes after M?
Ming Hui..lol
5. Who's the last person you called?
Eh.. my mum =.=|||
6. Who was your last missed call from?
My dad.. haha (no idea why he called)
7. Who's the first person who comes under C?
ohh... Cheng Kang (he likes to show his d*** to others) -.- no joke
8. Who is your speed dial number 2?
hmm...my house!
9. What does the 3rd text in ur inbox say?
Panel 2.... (ok this is about the stamp competition) by Dear Mr Le Qi. I like to discard the unimportant messages. =P
10. Who was your last received call from?
Well well, let's see... my mum! again -.-
11. What does your second sentbox message?
To Dany: Err I dunno also wait for instructions lor...
12. How many messages do you have in your inbox?
Haha..only 28! With all those funny messages in there..XD
13. What is the wallpaper?
Aha! A piggy with a crazy lookin freak sittin on it. -.-
14. Who's speed dial number 1?
okok.. its my father.. k?
15. Who was the 15th message in your inbox from?
Jeremiah! Havent been in touch with him.. he sent me a hilarious message! haha
16. Who's the first person that comes after B?
puff..puff.. how long is this going to last? Haiz...Benjamin lor!
17. How many bars of signal do you have now?
4 bars! Dun try to molest or rape me cos I can reach the police... fast.. =)
18. What network are you on now?
Starhub! Im lovin it! (dun ask me why... cos i dunno too ) =P
19. Name every person who sent you a message in your inbox.
Are you tryin to kill me?!Anyways -- Zheyi, Le Qi, Mum, +8613522300612 (he sent me a weird sms that I'm still tryin to decode), Jeremiah, Aloy's mum, Jack, Zheng Shuan. hehe...
20. What does your 6th message in your inbox say?
Zheyi-- We, the bangalas of india, pledge ourselves to eat prata everyday. Regardless of onions, cheese, or eegg, to build a fat ass society based on nothin but curry, so as to acheive fats, cholestrol and sugar in our blood for our cancer.. Happy cancer day! HAHAHAHAHA
21. Who's the first person in your contacts list?
232 Ang Mo Kio! Eat crab place.. damn nice.. =)
22. Who's the last name in your contacts list?
Zheng Shuan -- 9236**** (censored for privacy) hehe
23. What does the last message in your inbox say?
From Jack! Here's a poem, our friendship is precious....When u cry, i cry.... When u laugh, i laugh... When you jump off the building, I laugh again.. =.=|||
24. What's your screensaver?
Radar! Scam one..
25. What's your balance?
$0! cos mine is plan...
26. Who's the last person under H?
Hci Zhi Yong... =P
27. What's your bluetooth name?
Doomsday! Named after a movie that was released on my b'day! hehe..
ALL DONE!!!! YAY!!! XD XD XD XD XD =.=||||
~Freak Of Nature, 10:44 PM |
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Sylvia Plath |
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
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And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. This famous quote above was made by Sylvia Plath, a famous poet.
Background
Sylvia Plath was born in Boston, Massachusetts on October 27, 1932. In 1940, when she was 8 years old, her father died due to complications from diabetes. He was strict and had an authoritarian attitude, which defined his position in their relationship. Afterwards, she wrote her most infamous poem- Daddy, which is about her father of course, and I will show that later.
In 1950, Sylvia Plath published her first poem in a magazine, after graduating from high school. After that, she studied at Smith College, and was a bright spark. However, she was undergoing a bad state of depression and driven her to suicide. Her attempt failed. In 1955, she graduated.
She met English poet Ted Hughes in a party in early 1956, and shortly thereafter, they were married. In 1960, Plath worked with Robert Lowell and she published her first collection of poems, Colossus.
She gave birth to her two children in 1960 and 1962, and in that year that her last children was born, her husband left her. Shortly, she went through another deep depression and that was when she wrote most of the poems that made up Ariel, another of her collection of poems.
On February ll, 1963, during one of her worst depressions, Sylvia Plath decided to kill herself with a gas stove. She died.
From this, you can see that Sylvia Plath is a deeply disturbed woman and that it might be her father that caused this. She had no medical history and her life was pretty stable, except for her father, who made such a big impct in her life that she had to write a poem about it. Furthermore, her break up with her husband was also the cause of her depression. She wrote the poem Lady Lazarus.
Here are 3 poems of hers.
| Daddy by: Sylvia Plath | ||||||
| You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time-- Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew. The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna Are not very pure or true. With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack I may be a bit of a Jew. I have always been scared of you, With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And your neat mustache And your Aryan eye, bright blue. Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You-- Not God but a swastika So black no sky could squeak through. Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you. You stand at the blackboard, daddy, In the picture I have of you, A cleft in your chin instead of your foot But no less a devil for that, no not Any less the black man who Bit my pretty red heart in two. I was ten when they buried you. At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do. But they pulled me out of the sack, And they stuck me together with glue. And then I knew what to do. I made a model of you, A man in black with a Meinkampf look And a love of the rack and the screw. And I said I do, I do. So daddy, I'm finally through. The black telephone's off at the root, The voices just can't worm through. If I've killed one man, I've killed two-- The vampire who said he was you And drank my blood for a year, Seven years, if you want to know. Daddy, you can lie back now. There's a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you. They always knew it was you. Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.
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~Freak Of Nature, 9:34 AM |
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Messy Room by Shel Silverstein |
Monday, June 29, 2009
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Hey guys, once again, I will be showing you a poem by Shel Silverstein, and I would share with you, the usages of figurative language in the poem. Here goes:
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!
Do you like the poem? Haha, well I did.
Here, I am going to analyse it. So you know, the 5 main devices in figurative language is Hyperbole, Personification, Metaphor, Simile, Symbolism.
Hyperbole - exaggerated statement invoking emotion. The hyperbole that was used in the poem are: Huh? and Oh, dear. This piques the curiousity of the readers to read the last bit of the poem. In addition, the repetition of the word "ashamed" shows the disdain of the poet towards this room, or his room. Let's move on.
Personification - give inanimate objects human traits. Personification is not used here.
Metaphor - directly comparing similarily unrelated objects without using as, like or than. Metaphor is not used here.
Simile - use of like, as and than to explicitly relate to subjects. Simile is not used here.
Symbolism - using a representative figure to carry additional meaning. The symbol here, might be the messy room. In the last line that he wrote that the room was his, he was probably trying to show his feelings right there and then. Ashamed. This is my perception. Yours might be different though.
Lastly to end off, i would like to tell you why I like this poem.
The language used in this poem is fairly simple, yet vivid. It describes clearly very nook and cranny of the room, where all the stuff in the room has been scattered around carelessly. Furtheremore, the repetition of the word ashamed brought out the poets strong dislike for the room and owner. He display's the owner's indifference towards his messy room and does not bother to clean up. He then describes the owner of the room as a lizard who props his legs on the wall, sits there and does nothing. The humour element in the poem also makes the passage easier to read, and more enjoyable too. This poem brings out the true feelings of the poet within the writer in the last few lines, and the poet pulled it off well. That is why I like it.
=) any comments? feel free to voice them out!
~Freak Of Nature, 8:34 AM |
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Presenting to you: Manchester's home kit 09/10!!!!! |
Saturday, June 27, 2009
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In this Photo: VAN DER SAR!!!!!!! my favourite player =)
In this Photo: Park Ji Sung, Wayne Rooney, Rio Ferdinand.
That's about it for the new kit. Its cool!!!!
Hope you like it too.
~Freak Of Nature, 8:55 AM |
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Singaporeans - What Have We Become? |
Friday, June 26, 2009
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Hello guys, today I would like to talk about a taximan's story. (okay, not the passage in Little Ironies unfortunately). I would like to tell you about his story, and the life of being a taxi driver.
My mother and I took a taxi yesterday night, at a taxi stand. We were the next to go, but there was no taxi - not yet. We spotted a taxi, with the words "hired" in the display at the top. It was parked near the taxi stand. There seemed to be no one in it, except for the taxi driver. After that, a woman got in, then got out again. After that, he drove towards us. Hesitant, we asked the taxi driver if we could get on. He nodded and we got in.
In the taxi, my mother asked the taxi driver what had happened. He explained to us that the malay teenager had not enough money to pay for the fare, so she wanted to go to an ATM to withdraw money. However, she herself, drawing money? Wouldn't she get away without paying? It was then the taxi driver poured out his experiences.
Luckily, the taxi driver was smart enough. He kept her handbag so that he made sure she returns with the money. If not, she would have escaped. This was not the first time he had nearly been tricked.
There had been some teenagers, who, after reaching their destination, simply opens the door and walk out without paying. The taxi driver complained: "If he walks out, how can you chase him/her?"
Other times, they throw them an empty box, then tell the taxi driver that their box is still there and that they will return to pay the money. The taxi driver, then waited, thinking that the will come back to take their box, but after that, he realised that in fact, what was in the box is just old newspapers. The passenger, simply gets away.
Another time, the passenger pretends to talk on the phone like to a girlfriend, often complaining that he has to help her carry things now. Then he tells the driver to wait for him as he goes upstairs, but, in the end, he doesn't come back down.
What has Singaporeans become? Cheaters? Con men? These taxi drivers are trying to make a humble living through their service to the community and these evil people, have the guts, to even cheat the taxi drivers to give them a free ride. If these people do not have the money to take a taxi, then don't! Cheating the taxi drivers show your true colours as a dishonest and evil character. Are Singaporeans these type of people? It would ruin our reputation as a caring nation. Don't you think so?
~Freak Of Nature, 11:54 AM |
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The Mysterious Dollar |
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
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Hey guys, here is a "spooky" question for you all. If you can find the answer to this question, or give a logical explanation, please post it in the comments box. Thanks!
There are 3 men who decided to stay over at a hotel for a night. They agreed to split the cost of the room equally. They walked into the hotel and asked the clerk how much a room cost for a night. The clerk replied that it would cost $30 altogether. So after paying, they took their luggage and went up to their room. However, the clerk realized that he had overcharged them. The room originally costs $25. He instructed the bell boy to take $5 up to the men’s room, but on his way up, the bell boy found it impossible to divide $5 among 3 men. Thus, the bell boy took $2 and went to the men’s room. He knocked on the door and when one of the men answered, he explained the incident to the men and returned them $1 each. But look, $9 x 3 = $27, +$2 which the bell boy took =$29. Where did the extra dollar go?
~Freak Of Nature, 3:48 PM |
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Let me ask you guys, is progress necessarily beneficial for society?
Well, let's define progress and society.
Progress - the developmental activity in science, technology, etc., esp. with reference to the commercial opportunities created thereby or to the promotion of the material well-being of the public through the goods, techniques, or facilities created.
Society - a highly structured system of human organization for large-scale community living that normally furnishes protection, continuity, security, and a national identity for its members.
From the above definitions, the main factors for the making of a good society is protection, continuity, security, as well as national identity. However, to acheive a good protection, security and national identity, to form a sophisticated society, technology must be brought in. The making of high-tech security cameras, locks and other facilities, would help improve the standard of living, and thus contribute to a good society in the making.
Therefore, if a good society is hoped to be acheived, progress would definitely be necessary.
Any comments? Please voice them out! =)
~Freak Of Nature, 1:20 PM |
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