Sunday, January 30, 2011
13 going on 30 movie review
I watched the movie "13 Going On 30" and I think that it is not really fantastic but more of an average standard. It is about a girl, Jenna Rink who is 13 and wishes to get older suddenly turns 30 with the help of a "magical dust". She found herself taking the place of a popular fashion magazine editor. She then consults the help of her childhood friend, Matt who starts to have feelings for her despite having a relationship with another woman. This movie also has a message of "It is always good to be myself". I think that this movie is bad in a sense that it is too predictable, it has to element of surprise and although it does catches my attention, all it has is a sense of humor and a good message which it wants to send to its viewers.
Character Development
Exercise 2
“I’m just so, so fat…” Tom murmured to himself. Tom was a six-grade student, a rather short boy, but he was very heavy and fat. The last time he took his weight, he was near 70 kilograms. At schools, he was constantly being picked on. Every time he sat on a chair, the people would say “I’m betting that that chair would break anytime” or “Man, that chair is sturdy isn’t it?” or maybe “I can hear that chair squeaking already”. He dreaded PE classes and the NAFA tests. When attending PE classes, he would also be laughed at when he did jumping jacks. His classmates would claim that they felt earthquakes or they could feel the ground shaking. During NAFA tests, he would fail everything, every station. He tried his very best in everything he did. However, whenever he ran, his short stubby legs would trip and fall. When he tried to jump, he couldn’t jump very far. There were no strength in his arms and the 1.6km run he would always be the last. He had tried to exercise once in a while, but he could not run very far without taking a break, or walk more than a few meters without panting. He tried dieting once, but he almost fainted from hunger. So he had to take the last straw. Tom dial a number and said, “Hello? Do you have a slot for your slimming services?”
Exercise 4
I woke up to a familiar grey ceiling facing me, the same wooden bed, thin sheets and a small chair. “Time to wake up,” My guard shouted. I was in a small cubicle, with four dull, grey walls facing me. The room was very stuffy, with no windows. The walls were so high, practically impossible for anyone to climb. Simply put, I am in prison. Every day, I would be brought out, to walk through the narrow corridors of the prison. As it was my first time in prison. I was only allowed to go out at certain hours. I would enjoy the few hours of freedom, the rare and few hours. I would ride the bicycle I was rewarded for behaving, enjoying the breeze as I rode. Today, my mother visited me again. I could not manage my feelings and barely escaped breaking down. We were only separated by one glass windows. I wanted so badly just to touch her once, to tell her I was sorry, but yet we were so far apart, and I couldn’t bring myself to apologize. Tears streamed down my face, drop after drop. They were not the tears of sadness, it was the tears of regret, I cried, shouted, sobbed for hours in my room after meeting my mother. The pain, the anger and regret, the pain of not being able to even touch my mother, the anger of my actions, and the regret of doing something that I know is wrong, they filled my heart, time and again, I couldn’t understand what I was doing then. Maybe this was the purpose of the prison after all, to make one feel lonely, sad, and regret what they have done. After dinner, I returned to my room and lied on my bed, thinking, maybe I shouldn’t have robbed the lady, perhaps I would still be with my family and loved ones, living a happy life…
Sense-Sational Settings
An Evening by the Beach
Shades of orange, blue lavender and gold spilled across the late afternoon sky. Broken shells hurt my feet as I walked across the warm sand. The smell of salty water filled my nostrils as I took a deep breath. I am here at the beach to watch the sunset. The Sun at the horizon was beautiful, it was red, like a girl blushing as it lowered its head. As I watch the Sun slowly sinking, lowering, dipping below the ocean, the sky changed too. It was as if the Sun had a magical paint brush, painting the sky from orange, to red then to lavender and finally, as it sank completely, the sky became dark blue. The evening sea was so calming, the small waves crashing to the sand, the gentle breeze blowing across my ears, like a whisper, soothing and comforting. As I walked down the beach, the sea water greeted me, the water was lukewarm, it felt comfortable, like a hot spring. Finally, my time was up, I packed up and headed home.
A fight in public
The atmosphere was tense, it was as if the hawker center itself was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. A crowd gathered around two boys. The two boys were like two mad bulls, staring at each other like mortal enemies. Strings of unclean language were thrown at both sides, neither of the two was willing to back down. As the verbal fight became more and more intense, the verbal became physical. The two boys started to throw bowls and spoons at each other, people nearby left their unfinished food and ran for safety, the crowd dispersed too. Bowls, spoons, forks, string of noodles, rice, and even knives flew around the hawker center. Slowly, there was nothing left to throw. The boys started aiming punches and kicks at each other. The first boy received a heavy blow on the face and landed on the floor with a bloody nose. The other had a purple-black eye. Suddenly, the police rushed out of nowhere and stopped the fight. Peace was restored and the stall holders returned to business. The tension in the atmosphere finally started to lighten. Everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
Monday, January 24, 2011
LA Critical Analysis
To kill a mocking bird abstract
It was Jem’s turn to cry. His face was streaked with angry tears as we made our way through the cheerful crowd. “It ain’t right,” he muttered, all the way to the corner of the square where we found Atticus waiting. Atticus was standing under the street light as if nothing had happened: his vest was buttoned, his collar and tie were neatly in place, his watch-chain glistened, he was his impassive self again.
- Why was there a contrast of “angry tears” from Jem and the “cheerful crowd”?
- From the description of the abstract, what does Atticus’s “impassive self” mean?
Monday, January 17, 2011
Reflection on Prejudice
Today, my English teacher, Mrs Raj told us about prejudice, discrimination and stereotypes. It was a fun and memorable lesson as we did many interesting activities which helped me understand better about the difference between the different stereotypes.
I learnt that prejudice is the thought of a unreasonable judgement that you have no evidence to prove. Discrimination is the action derived from the prejudice. And stereotype is a generalization of all the people in a same group from the idea of the prejudice.
An example of a prejudice is that because you see someone stealing before, if another robbery case happens, you would think that it is him.
An example of a discrimination is that if you if you think that people who are fat tend to have bad attitude, you would resolve to a act like avoiding that person, the act would be discrimination.
An example of a stereotype would be that you notice that some Singaporeans like to complain, so you say "All Singaporeans like to complain".
Generally, I think that this lesson is very enjoyable and I look forward to future lessons.
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