The Rocking Horse Winner
1.For The Rocking Horse Winner, write a paragraph of
100 words in which you point out who was responsible for Paul's death.
Paul's death is actually his own fault of over doing it with their betting on horses. He rode his horse until he became crazily insane and made him die of an unknown reason. It could be said that it was his mother who contributed to this tragedy because the mother did not pay sufficient attention to Paul and gave him a wrong concept of the meaning "lucky" and "money". It was all because of his mother that made Paul result to gambling as his intention of helping his "unlucky" parents. It would also be said that it was Bassett and Osscar's fault for not putting a stop to paul's gambling habits. In overall, it was small contributions from each person that resulted in Paul's death.
Catherine Lim's Little Ironies
1)For Lottery , do an analysis of 100 words in which you look at Ah Boh's superstitions regarding gambling.
I think Ah Boh's superstitions regarding gambling are way too unrealistic. This is because in normal common sense, nobody can actually win a prize lottery by just begging God to help them. They feel that when they promise God they do good deeds with the money if they win, God would help them win so that they can carry out the things they promised. But in fact, they just told God this so that they strike Four-Digits or Toto. But when they actually win, they would forget their promise to God who "helped" them. And their newly gained money to do more gambling with saying the same old thing to God in hopes to strike Four-Digits or Toto again and again.
Music for Your Pleasure
School e-learning day 3 assignment
The Son is in Secondary School by Affran Sa'at
My badge has a Latin motto
Hope for the future
The future is hope
Or something
At times black crows try to interrupt
When we sing the National Anthem
It is difficult to maintain
The whiteness of my shoes
Especially on Wednesdays
I must admit there is something quite special
About the bare thighs of hardworking scouts
The Malay chauffeurs
Who wait for my schoolmates
Sit on the car park kerb
Telling jokes to one another
Seven to the power of five is unreasonable
On Chinese New Year
Mrs Lee dressed up
In a sarong kebaya
And sang Bengawan Solo
The capital of Singapore is Singapore
My best friend did a heroic thing once
Shaded all A's
For his Chinese Language
Multiple-choice paper
In our annual yearbook
There is a photograph of me
Pushing a wheelchair and smiling
They caught me
At the exact moment
When my eyes were actually closed
I find that the reader is thinking about his/her old school life wrote this poem in a rather passive tone. The is no signs of any happy nor negative feelings in his poem. Well, I cannot say much about the poet's feelings because there is insuficiant information in the poem.
Reading of old school times, makes me quite happy when I think about all the fun we had. But despite all, I stiil feel sad because allowed my years as a primary school student pass by so quickly.
A little poem made by ME:
Sing the patriotic nation song,
Standing under the scorching sun;
As crows flying high above preying on us;
To bring food home for their sons.
We lay on the grassy field,
While hungry ant scurry on to us;
We stand up quickly and fled,
As ants bite into our flesh.
In the canteen filled with vender,
We fight our way through hundreds of fellow hunters;
We shove and pushed eliminating the competitors,
As we go in search of a prey to eat.
All silence in the deadly jail,
Students sit there being prisoners of study;
When the saviour ringing of the final bell,
freed student stamped home to relax and play.
My badge has a Latin motto
Hope for the future
The future is hope
Or something
At times black crows try to interrupt
When we sing the National Anthem
It is difficult to maintain
The whiteness of my shoes
Especially on Wednesdays
I must admit there is something quite special
About the bare thighs of hardworking scouts
The Malay chauffeurs
Who wait for my schoolmates
Sit on the car park kerb
Telling jokes to one another
Seven to the power of five is unreasonable
On Chinese New Year
Mrs Lee dressed up
In a sarong kebaya
And sang Bengawan Solo
The capital of Singapore is Singapore
My best friend did a heroic thing once
Shaded all A's
For his Chinese Language
Multiple-choice paper
In our annual yearbook
There is a photograph of me
Pushing a wheelchair and smiling
They caught me
At the exact moment
When my eyes were actually closed
I find that the reader is thinking about his/her old school life wrote this poem in a rather passive tone. The is no signs of any happy nor negative feelings in his poem. Well, I cannot say much about the poet's feelings because there is insuficiant information in the poem.
Reading of old school times, makes me quite happy when I think about all the fun we had. But despite all, I stiil feel sad because allowed my years as a primary school student pass by so quickly.
A little poem made by ME:
Sing the patriotic nation song,
Standing under the scorching sun;
As crows flying high above preying on us;
To bring food home for their sons.
We lay on the grassy field,
While hungry ant scurry on to us;
We stand up quickly and fled,
As ants bite into our flesh.
In the canteen filled with vender,
We fight our way through hundreds of fellow hunters;
We shove and pushed eliminating the competitors,
As we go in search of a prey to eat.
All silence in the deadly jail,
Students sit there being prisoners of study;
When the saviour ringing of the final bell,
freed student stamped home to relax and play.
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