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Thursday, July 2, 2009

Lotteries

To my mother, she defines lotteries as “using ‘small money’ to bet for big money”. The chances of striking the lottery are very slim unless you are very lucky. She would rather save the money spent on the lotteries for the year. At the end of the year, she would tell herself that she actually “struck” the amount she saved.

She reasoned out why the chances of striking the lottery (as in the top three prizes and not the consolation prizes) are 1/1500000. There are 4.5 million people in Singapore (estimated). If everyone buys a lottery ticket (some buy more than 1) so the chances are so slim, yet addiction caused many people to buy the lottery. They do not see logic anymore, but now they just see an “opportunity” to strike quick gold.

Take the Singapore advertisement for example (A father coaxing his daughter for her piggy bank), after the advertisement, there is a sentence. “Often, the people who really suffer from problem gambling aren’t the gamblers”. I agree with this, as usually, the gamblers have already progressed to the state of no return, and they will just keep gambling and never notice that they are near bankruptcy.

References
My mother
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=chbjc-XDKLw

Monday, June 29, 2009

Favourite Poet

I chose Stephen Crane as my favourite poet. He was born on November 1, 1871, and died on June 5, 1900. He died of tuberculosis at the age of 28, as he was plagued by financial difficulties and ill health.

“Crane was a precocious child who taught himself to read before the age of four.” At his age of four, he had no idea that he would one day become a poet and “one of the most innovative writers of his generation” as stated by modern critics.

Stephen Crane hated wars. He had written a war novel, entitled “The Red Badge of Courage” and its content was on the cruelty of war. He also had written a poem entitled, “Fast rode the knight”.

Fast rode the knight
With spurs, hot and reeking,
Ever waving an eager sword,
"To save my lady!"
Fast rode the knight,
And leaped from saddle to war.
Men of steel flickered and gleamed
Like riot of silver lights,
And the gold of the knight's good banner
Still waved on a castle wall.
. . . . .
A horse,
Blowing, staggering, bloody thing,
Forgotten at foot of castle wall.
A horse
Dead at foot of castle wall.

In this poem, Stephen Crane wrote about the reality of war. How the knights get all the glory after a victory, while the horses which they used in the war are abandoned after their use had been terminated. In the modern society, only the generals get the credit for emerging victorious from a war. The soldiers that fought courageously are not remembered by the people. Usually, only the generals get the glory of attaining victory, while the soldiers are forgotten.

Stephen Crane had tried to publish one of his novels when he was 22, entitled “A girl in the Streets”. He had tried and failed to publish it in a magazine known as “The Century Magazine”. Even after he published it in private, using his inherited money, through a small printing shop, the book was not sold and he had to give the books away for free. Even after this failure, Stephen Crane persisted and finally published the war novel, “The Red Badge of Courage”. A characteristic that I like about him is his persistence. Though he suffered two major failures, he persisted through and finally published his first war novel. This characteristic is what a good writer and poet should have; persistence. He could have easily given up writing novels and poems, but he did not.

Do Not Weep, Maiden, For War is Kind
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind,
Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky
And the affrighted steed ran on alone,
Do not weep.
War is kind.

Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment,
Little souls who thirst for fight,
These men were born to drill and die.
The unexplained glory flies above them.
Great is the battle-god, great, and his kingdom--
A field where a thousand corpses lie.

Do not weep, babe, for war is kind.
Because your father tumbles in the yellow trenches,
Raged at his breast, gulped and died,
Do not weep.
War is kind.

Swift blazing flag of the regiment,
Eagle with crest of red and gold,
These men were born to drill and die.
Point for them the virtue of slaughter,
Make plain to them the excellence of killing
And a field where a thousand corpses lie.

Mother whose heart hung humble as a button
On the bright splendid shroud of your son,
Do not weep.
War is kind!

Black Riders came from the sea
Black riders came from the sea.
There was clang and clang of spear and shield,
And clash and clash of hoof and heel,
Wild shouts and the wave of hair
In the rush upon the wind:
Thus the ride of sin.


References:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stephen_Crane#Poetry
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Red_Badge_of_Courage http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/stephen_crane/poems/13266
http://poetry.about.com/library/weekly/blscranewar.htm
http://www.poemhunter.com/stephen-crane/poems/page-1/

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Poem

Fast rode the knight
With spurs, hot and reeking,
Ever waving an eager sword,
"To save my lady!"
Fast rode the knight,
And leaped from saddle to war.
Men of steel flickered and gleamed
Like riot of silver lights,
And the gold of the knight's good banner
Still waved on a castle wall.
. . . . .
A horse,
Blowing, staggering, bloody thing,
Forgotten at foot of castle wall.
A horse
Dead at foot of castle wall.



Hyperbole was used. There was a repetition of ‘Fast rode the knight’. “To save my lady!” was also used. The horse was also described vividly as ‘blowing, staggering, bloody thing’. The author wanted to invoke the image of the speeding knight and also wanted the readers to empathise with the horse. An emphasis of the knight’s desire in wanting to go for battle was also shown.

Personification was used. The sword was described as ‘eager’. Figuratively, the sword has taken on the feeling of a human. The author wanted to turn the object into a human with feelings and actions.

Metaphor was used. ‘Men of steel flickered and gleamed’ was used. Literally, there is no such thing as ‘men of steel’, but figuratively, the author is talking about the knights who are clad in armour. The author is relating two unrelated items with each other.

Simile was used. ‘Like riot of silver lights’ was used. Silver lights do not have any relations with riots, literally. But figuratively, it meant that it was a riot of the knights. The author wanted to compare two unrelated objects with one another.

Symbolism
The horse and the banner are symbols. The banner is the symbol of the knights’ victory. If the banner is broken, then it symbolises that the knights have been defeated. The horse symbolises the fighting power of the knights. The knight, the higher rank, abandoned the horse, which means that the knight abandoned the fighting power.

WHY I LIKE THIS POEM!
I like this poem because it is interesting. It has figurative language in it, which makes it even more interesting as I have loads of fun spotting them and solving them. The poem too, tells us about the relations between the knights and the horses. The knights have the glory of defeating the other soldiers. The horses are different; they are just seen as the transportation for the knights to do battle.

When the knights gain victory, the horses do not have the glory. They are mostly slain on the battlefield, or after the battle, they are just not cared for. This poem has made me realise that humans are rather unfeeling towards animals when there is glory around.

Monday, May 25, 2009

My first semester as a secondary school student

First semester in Hwa Chong 1I1 is finally over! I have enjoyed and yet again not enjoyed my stay.

Let's first start with the background of the school. Some interesting things that I have noticed of the school. Hwa Chong Institution is the biggest school in the whole of Southeast Asia, as quoted from the senior who took me on the tour of Hwa Chong on the Open House day. There are many additional pointers of Hwa Chong that I have noticed.

-Much trees
-Additional buildings in the school (not seen in primary school)

My favourite part of the school is the cardio-room, place that struck me the most, the second that I entered. There is aircon in the cardio-room and many interesting equipments.

Okay, now lets face the facts. There had been good things that happened, ranging from the first moment I stepped into Hwa Chong institution to the number of good friends I have, and I can readily name some.

For example, the moment I stepped into Hwa Chong, I felt blissful, as if I was sleeping on a fully coated leather bed ; it was pure bliss. Later on in the class, I made friends with my classmates.

Then, in early March, I started my new CCA, Wushu. Though the training was tough and tedious, I enjoyed it thoroughly, and slowly, I felt that my stamina had increased by leaps and bounds! The only bad think is that I reach home at approximately 9 on Tuesdays and Fridays, and have not enough time to do any revision at all.

There were many CIP activities. My favourite one was the Newspaper Collection drive at Taman Jurong neighbourhoods. The collection drive was fun as I had more time to bond closer with my friends that were with me. The nicest part of it was the purchasing of the ............... pancake. Yes! Come on, the beautiful, creamy chicken floss on the crispy, delicious pancake. Plus the ham, the ham that was added on top of it.

The problem was that as soon as I started to know about the true nature of 1I1, I never enjoyed my stay in it any longer. There were three annoying people in class, Darren Ho, Philmann Neo and Nigel Ng. They were constantly quarelling with one another. They even had fights with each other, causing the whole class to get into trouble after their fights. There would be investigations that would take place, wanting eye witnesses, taking statements and many scoldings and punishment would before.

Also, the class did not have a conducive environment for studying. There were too many quarrels, at least once a day. By the time the teacher finished scolding us, about 15 minutes would have flew by. That then led us to be the "lousiest class in Ispark Sec 1". (As quoted from Mr Tan Chee Wee).

Next term, I am going to :

- Be more attentive
- Participate more in class
- Put in more effort in homework
- Don't do last minute revision
- Sudy, Study, Study!

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Blog Prompt - Courtesy

I agree strongly that courtesy begins at home.

One must first learn to be courteous to his/her parents. If he/she is not courteous at home, then he/she will never be courteous when he leaves his/her house.

Courtesy is cultivated at home. It cannot be trained by paying a fee. To be corteous outside, courtesy must also begin when we are young. Our parents have to drive it into us, so that we would be able to co-operate with others who are working in the same company as you are.

Who would want to work with a person that is totally not courteous. Courtesy is a very important thing in the society.

So therefore, I feel taht courteousy must start at home and when we are young. It is just like a habit, if not instilled into you from young, it would be hard to gain courteousy once you have grown up.

START YOUNG, START AT HOME!

Blog Prompts - Professional Sports Career

I agree and disagree that a professional sports career is short-lived . I agree because, a person with a professional sports career does not earn much money. The person would have to take on a few other jobs in order to earn sufficient money.

I disagree that a professional sports career is short-lived as the person might the sport. Passion and Skill equals to a very good and happy time spent. If one person really feels like going into a professional sports career, then he should follow and pursue his ambition.

If one does not like the particulal sport that is his professional career, then he should not even start that career. He would never enjoy his time and would be very frustrated every day.

So, I feel that I should not go into a professional sports career.

Blog Prompt - Losing your eyesight!

Dear diary,

Today, as I woke up, I found that I lost my eyesight. I always knew that my spectacle degree was very high, but I never thought in a million years that I would completely lose my eyesight.

Today, when I woke up, I immediately shouted for my parents. I then told them what had happened. They immediately brought me to the eye specialist.

After the check up, the eye specialist told me that I was blind. It was then that it hit me that I had never taken good care of my eyes. Now that I was blind, there was nothing to be done except for me to except it.

Upon reaching home, I had no idea on what I could do. I could not read, could not play computer games, could not even play basketball. All I did was sit on the sofa miserably, thinking and regretting for not taking good care of my eyes. Had I done so, I would not live in a world of darkness.

Luckily, I remembered that I could still type as I had memorised the keys on the keyboard. That was why I decided to write a journal entry to you, diary.

Dear diary, what should I do for the coming days? I really have no idea. Maybe I should just accept the reality and go join some School for the Blind.

ALWAYS TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOUR EYES, FOR WHOEVER WHO IS READING THIS JOURNAL ENTRY. NEVER BE LIKE ME. YOU WILL REGRET IT FOR LIFE!

Goodbye diary, I will be writing to you again.