INTERPERSONAL

this is an interview with my ex-classmate, xianhui, currently in catholic high school

xianhui: you called me? what do you want
me: nothing much, just an interview for literature

xianhui: okay, do a quick one
Me: okay

me: so, what do understand from the word prejudice?
xianhui: a perception on some people, mostly bad perceptions

me: so is it good, or is it bad
xianhui: i told you didn't i? mostly bad

me: okay, what do you understand about discrimination?
xianhui: same like prejudice, except prejudice is a thought, discrimination is an action

me: okay...so i suppose it is also bad?
xianhui: yes

Me: okay thats all, thanks, bye

e learning t1w9

this is my multiple intelligence profile. As you can see, I am more intrapersonal and interpersonal. And I have gotten the least for languages, this proves it, i had never been good with languages. I am also kinaestatic smart, meaning that i enjoy sports and get restless in class, uh-oh, not good.

i am intrapersonally smart, which means i know myself, my weaknesses and strengths.
Which would mean that i know my target and dreams, and will try all means to achieve them. This makes me able to complete my tasks, presumed that i am even trying to complete them.


i am also interpersonally smart, which means i understand other people.
this makes communication with others significantly easier, as i am sensitive to them and understand my peers well.

ITS NEW YEAR PEOPLE!!!
*WOOTS*
yea so basically, its new year
i visited my grandparents and the others
it was very fun
stuffed my self with bak kwa and drinks
had a blast
bye people

HEY people
i am back again
this time, it is really new year
its eve to be exact
yea but i am getting excited, off to eat reunion dinner later
so basically i went to meet my friends in primary school yesterday and it was alot of fun
so with the festive season 1 day away
i would like to wish all a
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

new year is around the corner

hey people, new year is just around the corner
excited?
yea so simply put, i am very excited
our class was just decorated with red packets and paper
the interior is average, but the outside is nice
people write their class with the ang pao
but we used the ang pao for the background and used the actual wall itself to write our class
special eh?
yea so new year is one of the best times of the year so i am really getting excited
okay, byee people

william shakespeare

"He was not of an age, but for all time."

-Ben Jonson

William Shakespeare is a famous english poet and playwright, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language. He is often called England's national poet and the "Bard of Avon" (or simply "The Bard"). His surviving works consist of 38 plays, 154 sonnets, two long narrative poems, and several other poems. His plays have been translated into every major living language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright.

Shakespeare produced most of his known work between 1589 and 1613. He then wrote mainly tragedies until about 1608, including Hamlet, King Lear, and Macbeth, considered some of the finest works in the English language. In his last phase, he wrote tragicomedies, also known as romances, and collaborated with other playwrights.

As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII [All the world's a stage]

All the world's a stage,And all the men and women merely players;They have their exits and their entrances,And one man in his time plays many parts,His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchelAnd shining morning face, creeping like snailUnwillingly to school. And then the lover,Sighing like furnace, with a woeful balladMade to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,Seeking the bubble reputationEven in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,In fair round belly with good capon lined,With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,Full of wise saws and modern instances;And so he plays his part. The sixth age shiftsInto the lean and slippered pantaloon,With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wideFor his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,Turning again toward childish treble, pipesAnd whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,That ends this strange eventful history,Is second childishness and mere oblivion,Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII [Blow, blow, thou winter wind]

Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That does not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remembered not.Heigh-ho! sing . . .

Hamlet, Act I, Scene I [Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes]

Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
This bird of dawning singeth all night long;
And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad,
The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends

-by Shel Silverstein

i like this poem because the language is not very deep and is easily understood.