Thursday, June 24, 2010

Book Review: James and the Giant Peach

The book I read was James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl. James Henry Trotter, and 4 year old boy, was orphaned and had to live with his horrible aunt Sponge and Spiker. After 3 years of torture, James met an old man who gives him a magical potion and consumption of which would "Give James wealth happiness and great adventure". However, James accidently dropped the sack and it burst into magical green crystals that vanished into the soil. However, the old peach tree near their house suddenly beared a giant peach. Sponge and Spiker thought they could make a profit out of this, and thus decided to charge people for viewing the peach. One night, James went into the giant peach and saw colossal insects: the Centipede, Miss Spider, the Old-Green-Grasshopper, the Silkworm, the Earthworm, Mrs. Ladybird and the Glowworm. The peach itself broke off from the tree and squashed the aunts, as it sails across the Atlantic to New York. They had nice adventures on the way there.
I like James because he is brave and he told us that nothing is impossible, even at such a low point in life you can still bounce up.
I love eating my ice-cream,
always nice and always sweet.
I will never stop eating it,
cos it is way more delicious than meat.

I love eating my ice-cream,
cos they are as delicious as they seem.
And I prefer licking it,
to eating it.

I love eating my ice-cream,
cos it never ever has heat.
Ahh, the melted cream down your cheek,
just make you feel so fantastic.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Poem on school life

Every morning at 7 o'clock,
I wake up and look at my clock.
"Oh no!I am late for school!
Later teacher scold!"

Lessons are boring,
Until there is P.E. where everyone starts running.
Then there is recess,
But the time for it was way too less.

Then we have lessons again,
We were all trying to be sane.
The teachers keep teaching,
And we keep sleeping.

Then the bell rang,
"Yay Yay"we sang.
Then we became insane.
What a typical day.

Home Learning(Poems)

The poem can be found here:
http://sec1litlangclasses.wikispaces.com/Home+Learning+Class+2

What were the poet’s thought/ feelings as he thought about his school days ?
He probably thought that it was interesting and memorable and thus probably felt sad about missing his school days.This is shown when he can remember almost every single thing in his old school life quite vividly, even though it was many years before, such as remembering his best friend shading all 'A's for his chinese multiple choice paper and crows trying to interrupt them when they were singing the national anthem.These are the things that one can forget easily if they are not memorable.If they are memorable, the writer is probably missing it and thus he is sad.

Think back on your days in primary school. Do you share the same sentiments? What were your memories of those days?
Yes, I do share these sentiments.I am now missing primary school because now secondary school is far tougher than primary school and i miss the days in primary school where I can slack much more than now.Also, i miss primary school because I had many fond memories there, which include playing pranks on teachers by putting fake vomit on the exam papers and viewing their reaction;and always not doing projects unless the next day is the deadline.I also remember the times when i was only Primary 2 or 3 and I was staying back to play soccer almost everyday.Of course, i have happy and sad memories. The happy memories include:me playing catching with my classmates, me eating ice cream in school(lol)and me playing and making a fool in the classroom and getting scolded by teachers.The sad memories include:The inevitable separation between my classmates and I(different secondary schools).Overall, the 6 years of my life in primary school would definitely be missed by me.I look forward to going back to my primary school someday when i am not busy, especially with my friends

Friday, May 14, 2010

I am screwed

I am screwed for my tests...I wonder why.Is it because of me not revising enough?Or is it because of the difficulty of the papers.Many of my friends did not do well too.Hmm...maybe eating ice cream can make me think more easily...

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

B.B. and The Taximan Story

Today our class had a discussion about two stories: B.B. and The Taximan Story.I was asked to write about my opinion on both stories.First, lets talk about B.B.
B.B.
B.B. is a story that tells you about a family in which the parents argue often and they prevent the argument by not telling their husband/wife but their daughter, B.B. instead. In the start of the story, B.B. shared a good relation with his father, as he told her secrets that her mother did not know. However, at the end of the story, the relationship became worse as some of the secrets B.B. must keep made her feel pressurized. B.B. had a better relationship with her mother towards the end of the story, because they were forced to live together without her father.
I think that the main reason for all the things happening is that the parents of B.B. often misunderstood each other and in order to prevent that misunderstanding, they decided to keep secrets from each other.
The Taximan Story
The Taximan Story is a story that presents to you the point of view of a parent( the taximan).The Taximan was a strict father and he believe in beating the child to let him/her learn.His youngest daughter, Lay Choo, was a victim of his beating.While I believe that children should have the rights to do anything they want, I also beileve that Lay Choo crossed the line.She should be studying, while her father is out there trying to earn more money to allow her to go to university, instead of taking advantage of the fact that her father is busy and do some other things.
I think the main reason why these things are happening is because the taximan and his wife did not make Lay Choo respect them.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Inspired by Ice-Cream to continue living

This blog had not been updated for a long time, and could be known as DEAD, but due to the delicious ice-cream, it was inspired and decided to continue living.