Wednesday, September 02, 2009
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It's been a long time since I have posted...
My blog is like dead..Everyone!! Please!! Revive my blog again!!!
Okay, it's two days to the Sept Holidays. I bet everyone are very excited right?
Well, I will be posting some funny videos on my blog. Be sure to watch them, OKay?
Ermm, okay I think I will end off here...
Good luck for your end year exams!!!
BYEBYE...
SLAMit.DUNKit 6:09 PM
Thursday, July 02, 2009
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Now, in this post, I am going to talk about my favourite character. I willing be writing about Hari. I think he is admirable and pitiful. He is pitiful because he is a very young boy who is trying to help his family work and earn money to support their family. These are not just bad conditions, but they are very harsh for a very young boy with the same age as us.
But he is very admirable because hehe was able to work throgh the stress and cope with the harsh conditions. (although he left the village in the end to go to Bombay to look for a job).
SLAMit.DUNKit 6:22 PM
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The part I like the most is when Hari left the village. Hari had to make a very important choice of his life. This choice is almost the most important choice of his life. But he decided to go to Bombay what so ever. He decided to leave Lila by herself to take care of their mother and their sisters. This caused her and their sisters to be very nervous for him.
SLAMit.DUNKit 5:43 PM
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I think that sometimes it would be better to have traditional technology as compared to advanced technology.
One reason is that advanced may not be very environment-friendly. Now, children have been playing with modern gadgets like hand phones or the XBOX or the PSP. They would not have the chance to enjoy the most beautiful scenery of all. And playing with these modern playthings, they could harm the children's eyesight and get them short-sighted.
Another reason is that the modern people can have more convenience, when they wanted to search for information, they can just search for it on the internet. How ever , people using the traditional way of searching for information is to go to the library and search for the book that has the answer to your question.
SLAMit.DUNKit 5:35 PM
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Blog prompt
I rather be the city rat than the country rat. Comment.
I would rather be the city rat because the city rat would not have t
o work a lot to scavenge for food as there are plenty of food in the city because more people are living in the city than in the country. As you can know, rats that live in the city are much more fatter than those who live in the country side, where only llittle people live and farm there.
In the country side, the farmers and family may have little money and food to provide for themselves. So the rats that live there would have to scavenge even harder to find food.
In the city, the rat that lives there would get better and more food than the rat that lives in the country side. Whereas the country rat would only have the same food everytime. The rat that lives in the city can slack around all day without working because they would have plenty of food to spare.
SLAMit.DUNKit 5:07 PM
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My own blog prompt
I am posting this as memorial for Michael Jackson's death.
Here are some information about him
Michael Joseph Jackson (August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009) was an American recording artist, entertainer and businessman. The seventh child of the Jackson family, he made his debut on the professional music scene in 1968 as a member of The Jackson 5. He then began a solo career in 1971 while still a member of the group and was referred to as the "King of Pop"in subsequent years. Jackson's 1982 album Thriller remains the world's best-selling album of all time, and four of his other solo studio albums are among the world's best-selling records: Off the Wall (1979), Bad (1987), Dangerous (1991) and HIStory (1995).
In the early 1980s, he became a dominant figure in popular music and the first African American entertainer to amass a strong crossover following on MTV. The popularity of his music videos airing on MTV, such as "Beat It", "Billie Jean" and "Thriller"—widely credited with transforming the music video from a promotional tool into an art form—helped bring the relatively new channel to fame. Videos such as "Black or White" and "Scream" made Jackson an enduring staple on MTV in the 1990s. With stage performances and music videos, Jackson popularized a number of physically complicated dance techniques, such as the robot and the moonwalk. His distinctive musical sound and vocal style influenced many hip hop, pop and contemporary R&B artists across several generations.
Jackson donated and raised millions of dollars for beneficial causes through his foundations, charity singles, and support of 39 charities. Other aspects of his personal life, including his often changing appearances and eccentric behavior, generated significant controversy which damaged his public image. Though he was accused of child sexual abuse in 1993, the criminal investigation was closed due to lack of evidence and Jackson was not charged. The singer had experienced health concerns since the early 1990s along with conflicting reports regarding the state of his finances since the late 1990s. Jackson married twice and fathered three children, actions which caused further controversy. In 2005, Jackson was tried and acquitted of further sexual abuse allegations and several other charges.
One of the few artists to have been inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame twice, his other achievements include multiple Guinness World Records—including one for "Most Successful Entertainer of All Time"—13 Grammy Awards, 13 number one singles in his solo career, and the sale of 750 million records worldwide. At the time of his death, he was preparing for This Is It, a series of 50 concerts that would have been held in London beginning July 13, 2009.
I believe that the world is gravely surprised by his death so suddenly. I am too. We cannot acept the truth that our "king of pop" has died.
SLAMit.DUNKit 1:04 PM
Monday, June 29, 2009
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E. E. Cummings
Edward Estlin Cummings was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts, October 14, 1894. He began writing poems as early as 1904 and studied Latin and Greek at the Cambridge Latin High School. He received his B.A. in 1915 and his M.A. in 1916, both from Harvard.
He is a American poet and painter who first attracted attention for his eccentric punctuation, but the commonly held belief that E.E. Cummings had his name legally changed to lowercase letters is erroneous – preferred to capitalize the initials of his name on book covers and in other material. Despite typographical eccentricity and devotion to the avant-garde, Cummings's themes are in many respect quite traditional. He often dealt with the antagonism between an individual and masses, but his style brought into his poems lightness and satirical tones. As an artist Cummings painted still-life pictures and landscapes to a professional level.
In his work, Cummings experimented radically with form, punctuation, spelling and syntax, abandoning traditional techniques and structures to create a new, highly idiosyncratic means of poetic expression. Later in his career, he was often criticized for settling into his signature style and not pressing his work towards further evolution. Nevertheless, he attained great popularity, especially among young readers, for the simplicity of his language, his playful mode and his attention to subjects such as war and sex.
I chose this poet because I knew some famous poems made by him. I wanted to research more on him on the Internet. This is what I have got.
This poet is known for his distinctly grammarless and structureless style speaks to what most of the human race may say is a society’s undeniable tendency toward unity structure, rules and regulations.
“To be nobody but yourself - in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you like everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight, and never stop fighting.” - E.E. Cummings
maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach(to play one day)and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,andmilly befriended a stranded starwhose rays five languid fingers were;and molly was chased by a horrible thing which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:andmay came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone.For whatever we lose(like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyondany experience,your eyes have their silence:in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,or which i cannot touch because they are too nearyour slightest look easily will unclose methough i have closed myself as fingers,you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first roseor if your wish be to close me, i andmy life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,as when the heart of this flower imaginesthe snow carefully everywhere descending;nothing which we are to perceive in this world equalsthe power of your intense fragility:whose texturecompels me with the color of its countries,rendering death and forever with each breathing(i do not know what it is about you that closesand opens;only something in me understandsthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window,into which people look(while people starearranging and changing placing carefully there a strange thing and a known thing here)andchanging everything carefullyspring is like a perhaps Hand in a window (carefully to and fro moving New and Old things,while people stare carefully moving a perhaps fraction of flower here placing an inch of air there)andwithout breaking anything.
SLAMit.DUNKit 9:43 AM
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Haiku (Never Published) by Allen Ginsberg
Drinking my tea
Without sugar-
No difference.
The sparrow shits
upside down
--ah! my brain & eggs
Mayan head in a
Pacific driftwood bole
--Someday I'll live in N.Y.
Looking over my shoulder
my behind was covered
with cherry blossoms.
Winter Haiku
I didn't know the names of the flowers--now
my garden is gone.
I slapped the mosquito
and missed.
What made me do that?
Reading haiku
I am unhappy,
longing for the Nameless
A frog floating
in the drugstore jar:
summer rain on grey pavements.(after Shiki)
On the porch
in my shorts;
auto lights in the rain.
Another year
has past-the world
is no different.
The first thing I looked for
in my old garden was
The Cherry Tree.
My old desk:
the first thing I looked for
in my house.
My early journal:
the first thing I found
in my old desk.
My mother's ghost:
the first thing I found
in the living room.
I quit shaving
but the eyes that glanced at me
remained in the mirror.
The madman
emerges from the movies:
the street at lunchtime.
Cities of boys
are in their graves,
and in this town...
Lying on my side
in the void.
the breath in my nose.
On the fifteenth floor
the dog chews a bone-
Screech of taxicabs.
A hardon in New York,
a boy
in San Fransisco.
The moon over the roof,
worms in the garden.
I rent this house.
[Haiku composed in the backyard cottage at
1624Milvia Street, Berkeley 1955, while reading
R.H. Blyth's 4 volumes, "Haiku."]
How are the figurative language used in the poem? The figurative language used in the poem
=Give the specific word(s), explain what type of figurative language it is and why the poet chose to use this figurative language? The figurative language used in the poem
"ah! my brain & eggs" Hyperbole.
"Someday I'll live in N.Y."Hyperbole
2. Tell us why you like this poem in no less than 100 words.
I like this poem very much because I am very interested in the Haiku as it is related to japanese poems. The author uses quite a lot of figurative languange in this poem. In the end, the author is just trying to express her own emotions with the American way of living and the Japanese way of living. The poem catched my attention.
SLAMit.DUNKit 8:54 AM