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Pls leave a message on the chat box if u have view my blog k(On Top)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vic street NW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026326672060895432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29475275.post-7930950783524600964</id><published>2009-07-31T15:20:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T15:23:33.951+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name: Melvin Soh Chao Yun&lt;br /&gt;Class:3e1&lt;br /&gt;Date : 29/7/09&lt;br /&gt;Title: Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a long journey. Sharvin had lost counts of the days and nights, during all those nights, he had been living in fear. In the past, he would always wake up early in the morning, to help his mother with leaves-picking, the jobs of many people in Sri Lankan. “Please...”, Sharvin begged her mother persuasively, “let me help you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his mother did not want him to get tired, she turned him down his offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His parents were stunned upon hearing that they had not been granted the citizenship. Her mother shouted “this is unfair! “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the official language of the country was changed to Sinhala, Sharvin mother found that it was hard to accept, as they had minimum knowledge on the language Sinhala. Jobs were also hard to find, if Sinhala was made the official language of the country. However, they saw a sigh of relief, when they heard that official documents would be printed in three languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We will get through this together! “, exclaimed one of the Pro-Tamil Tigers member. A group of people had decided to use violence to ensure that the Tamils living in Sri Lanka would be treated equally. Ever since the arrival of the liberation of tamail Tiger Eelam (LTTE) came, there were riots everywhere, many people were seen lying on the floor, all covered with blood. Everything was in a mass, shoutings could be heard everywhere. Occasionally, sounds of gun fires and bombs were also heard. These were the days he had never anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He growled, “Why are all these happening to us?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “They are here to save us! “His mother mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharvin hollered,” Are they really helping us?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued and exclaimed, “Ever since their arrival, chaos has been surrounding our neighborhoods.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When you grow up, you will understand the matter,” Sharvin mother chanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The old days had pass, so were the old happy times. In the past, they would see many tourists touring around their neighborhood. However, the places, once used to be filled with laughter, had since became a quiet place. Sharvin and his parents watched the riots go on helplessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharvin pondered and asked his mother, “Can I help the LTTE?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although sharvin mother supported the LTTE, she does not want to see his son risking his life on outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”NO! ” Sharvin mother shouted, feeling frustrated, “I don’t want lose you!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharvin felt disappointed as he had longed for peaceful days to come. However, a few weeks the leader of the LTTE was killed.&lt;br /&gt;Will this mark the arrival of peaceful days?&lt;br /&gt;Or the worst has yet to come?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29475275-7930950783524600964?l=melvin-super-info.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/feeds/7930950783524600964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29475275&amp;postID=7930950783524600964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/7930950783524600964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/7930950783524600964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/2009/07/name-melvin-soh-chao-yun-class3e1-date_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic street NW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026326672060895432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29475275.post-7337167973156028476</id><published>2009-07-29T09:10:00.003+05:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T15:24:37.821+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;( draft 4 )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Name: Melvin Soh Chao Yun&lt;br /&gt;Class:3e1&lt;br /&gt;Date : 29/7/09&lt;br /&gt;Title: Hope&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long journey. Sharvin lost counts of the days and nights, during all those nights he has been living in fear. In the past, he would always wake up early in the morning, to help his mother pick leaves, the job of many people in Sri Lankan. “Please...” chanted the persuasive sharvin to allow him to help her mother, “let me help you.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As sharvin mother did not want sharvin to get tired, she turned him down his offer.&lt;br /&gt;His parents were stunned upon hearing that they had not been granted the citizenship. Her mother shouted “this is unfair! “.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, when the official language of the country was changed to sinhala, it would definitely be difficult for them to accept as it was a language they had minimum knowledge on. Jobs will be hard to find if sinhala was the official language. However, they were relived when they heard that official documents would be printed in three languages.&lt;br /&gt;“We will get through this together! “, exclaimed one of the pro-tamil tigers member. A group of people has decided to resolve to violence to ensure that the tamils living in Sri Lanka would be treated fairly. Ever since the LTTE came, there were riots everywhere, people were lying everywhere along the streets, all covered with blood. Everything was in a mess loud shouting could be heard every now and than, occasionally sounds of gun fires and bombs were also heard. These were the days he had never anticipated to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He growled, “ why is all this happening to us?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother turned and exclaimed, “ They are here to save us! “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharvin demanded,” are they really helping us…, ” he continued furiously,&lt;br /&gt;“ Ever since they came, chaos has been surrounding our neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ You are still small to understand the matter,” sharvin mother chanted.The old days has gone, so has the old happy times. In the past, they would see many tourists touring around their neighborhood. However, the places which once used to be filled with laughter had since become a quiet place. Sharvin and his parents watched the riots go on helplessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharvin pondered and asked his mother,“ Can I help the LTTE?”&lt;br /&gt;Although sharvin mother supported the LTTE, she does want to see his son risk his life on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;” NO!” Sharvin mother shouted, feeling frustrated, “ I don’t want lose you!”Sharvin felt disappointed as he had longed for peaceful days to come. However, a few weeks the leader of the LTTE was killed. Will days of chaos occur , or peaceful days await infront of them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29475275-7337167973156028476?l=melvin-super-info.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/feeds/7337167973156028476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29475275&amp;postID=7337167973156028476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/7337167973156028476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/7337167973156028476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/2009/07/name-melvin-soh-chao-yun-class3e1-date.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic street NW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026326672060895432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29475275.post-3776956952066024082</id><published>2009-07-17T12:49:00.003+05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:38:32.754+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Historical narrrative ( draft three ) Emotion &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It has been a long journey. Sharvin lost counts of the days and nights, during all those nights he has been living in fear. In the past, he would always wake up early in the morning, to help his mother pick leaves, the job of many people in Sri Lankan. “Let me help you mother…” Persuading his mother to allow him to help her “let me share the burden.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;His parents were stunned upon hearing that they had not been granted the citizenship. Her mother shouted “this is unfair! “.Therefore, when the official language of the country was changed to sinhala, it would definitely be difficult for them to accept as it was a language they had minimum knowledge on. Jobs will be hard to find if sinhala were was the official language. However, they were relived when they heard that official documents would be printed in three languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;“We will get through this together! “, exclaimed one of the pro-tamil tigers member.&lt;br /&gt;A group of people has decided to resolve to violence to ensure that the tamils living in Sri Lanka would be treated fairly. Ever since the LTTE came, there were riots everywhere, people were lying everywhere along the streets, all covered with blood. Everything was in a mess loud shouting could be heard every now and than, occasionally sounds of gun fires and bombs were also heard. These were the days he had never anticipated to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He growled, “ why is all this happening to us?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;His mother turned and exclaimed, “ they are here to save us! “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sharvin demanded,” are they really helping us…”, looking surprised, he continued, “ ever since they came, chaos has been surrounding our neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;“ you are still small to understand the matter,” sharvin mother replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old days has gone, so has the old happy times. In the past, they would see many tourists touring around their neighborhood. However, the places which once used to be filled with laughter had since become a quiet place. Sharvin and his parents watched the riots go on helplessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sharvin asked his mother,“ Can I help the LTTE?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Although sharvin mother supported the LTTE, she does want to see his son risk his life on his own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;” NO!” Sharvin mother shouted, hugging sharvin tightly , “ I don’t want lose you!”&lt;br /&gt;Although the LTTE leader has been killed recently, how long would their peaceful days last for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29475275-3776956952066024082?l=melvin-super-info.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/feeds/3776956952066024082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29475275&amp;postID=3776956952066024082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/3776956952066024082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/3776956952066024082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/2009/07/historical-narrrative-draft-three.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic street NW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026326672060895432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29475275.post-1945132877981130760</id><published>2009-07-13T15:21:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:08:38.266+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="cboxdiv" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Historical Narrative (draft 2 )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It has been a long journey. Sharvin lost counts of the days and nights, during all those nights he has been living in fear. In the past, without fail he would always wake up early in the morning, to help his mother pick leaves, the job of many people in Sri Lanka. “ Let me help you mother… “ persuading his mother to allow him to help her, “ let me share the burden.”&lt;br /&gt;Many conflict soon aroused after the british left and sri lanka gained its independence in 1948. His parents were stunned upon hearing that they had not been granted the citizenship. Sharvin would not have been affected by it, however, her parents who weremigrants from india would definately be furious upon hearing this news. Her mother growled “ this is horrendous!",as she continued her faced turn pale," they are only trying to chase us away!" demanded sharvin mother.  His parents discussed on this issues for night before another. Before they had a chance to plan for their future in sri lanka another issue soon aroused, the official language of the country has been changed to Sinhala! It would definitely be difficult for them to accept as it was a languages they had bare knowledge on. They were relived when they heard that official documents would be printed in three languages. As sharvin is a tamil, it would definitely be a disadvantage for him when the university criteria has been in favour of the Sinhalese.&lt;br /&gt;“We will get through this together! “, exclaimed one of the pro-tamil tigers member. A group of people has decided to resolve to violence to ensure that the tamils living in Sri Lanka would be treated fairly. It has been a long journey. Sharvin had lost counts of the days and nights. But all those nights were dimly lighted for him, there was lots of people gathering everywhere, making it almost impossible to find your neighbours who lives just next to you. Everything was in a mess, loud shouting could be heard every now and than, occasionally sounds of gunfires and bombs were also heard. These were the days he had never wanted to happen, but had no choice but to see it happened in their own eyes. He growled,” why are all this things happening?", his mother replied, " its for our benefit."&lt;br /&gt;The old days has gone, so has the old happy times. The ships that had always came streaming in the past has gone far away. In the past where many special faces were seen at most of the tourist attraction has all gone. These places which once used to be filled with laughter has became very quiet. Both his parents were at home everyday doing all the house chores times and again, apparently, it seems to sharvin, that they were  jobless. They did not have three meals a day, sometimes, with one meals a day, they would have felt very appreciated. Not long after, sharvin and his family were force to move out of their home. “ I do not want to move! “ shouted sharvin. But, it was all too late, no matter how he had shouted he could not escape from his fate of moving away from the place where he has fond memories of and live since he was born. Everyone on the streets were filled with sorrow, all of them did not wanted to live the place but they had no choice. Although they left the place with a heavy heart, they had no choice but to see their own homes being raided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29475275-1945132877981130760?l=melvin-super-info.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/feeds/1945132877981130760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29475275&amp;postID=1945132877981130760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/1945132877981130760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/1945132877981130760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/2009/07/historical-narrative-draft-2-it-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic street NW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026326672060895432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29475275.post-713800594197625034</id><published>2009-07-12T10:52:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T05:37:56.312+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="country-region" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="place" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;object id="ieooui" classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:SimSun;  panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1;  mso-font-alt:宋体;  mso-font-charset:134;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"\@SimSun";  panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1;  mso-font-charset:134;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Historical Narrative!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has been&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a long journey. Sharvin lost counts of the days and nights, tduring all those nights he has been living in fear. In the past, he always wakes up early in the morning, to help his mother pick leaves, which was a job if the common people in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sri Lanka&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. There were smiles on everyone faces. Sharvin and his family would go for a picnic on the beaches where there were lots of foreigners, and ships passing in front of them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Many conflict soon aroused and sharvin family were dump founded at first. His parents were stunned upon hearing that they had not been granted the citizenship. Her mother shouted “ this is horrendous! “. His parents discussed on this issues for nights before they find out that another conflict has surfaced. The official language of the country has been changed to Sinhala! It would definitely be difficult for them to accept as it was a languages they had bare knowledge on. They were relived when they heard that official documents would be printed in three languages. As sharvin is a tamil, it would definitely be a disadvantage for him when the university criteria has been in favour of the Sinhalese.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;“We will get through this together! “, exclaimed one of the pro-tamil tigers member. A group of people has decided to resolve to violence to ensure that the tamils living in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sri Lanka&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; would be treated fairly. It has been a long journey. Sharvin had lost counts of the days and nights. But all those nights were dimly lighted for him, there was lots of people gathering everywhere, making it almost impossible to find your neighbours who lives just next to you. Everything was in a mess, loud shouting could be heard every now and than, occasionally sounds of gunfires and bombs were also heard. These were the days he had never wanted to happen, but had no choice but to see it happened in their own eyes. He growled,” why is all this happening?” his mother replied,” Its to help us! “&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The old days has gone, so has the old happy times. The ships that had always came streaming in the past has gone far away. In the past where many special faces were seen at most of the tourist attraction has all gone. These places which once used to be filled with laughter has became very quiet. Both his parents were at home everyday doing all the house chores times and again, apparently, it seems to sharvin, that they very free. From all this actions from his parents, he should have guessed long ago that they had been jobless. They did not have three meals a day, sometimes, with one meals a day, they would have felt very appreciated. &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not long after, sharvin and his family were force to move out of their home. “ I do not want to move! “ shouted sharvin. But, it was all too late, no matter how he had shouted he could not escape from his fate of moving away from the place where he has fond memories of and live since he was born. Everyone on the streets were filled with sorrow, all of them did not wanted to live the place but they had no choice. However, I believe if the government was to be more linient all these conflicts would have been resolve. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29475275-713800594197625034?l=melvin-super-info.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/feeds/713800594197625034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29475275&amp;postID=713800594197625034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/713800594197625034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/713800594197625034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/2009/07/normal-0-false-false-false.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic street NW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026326672060895432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29475275.post-6193857504647290743</id><published>2009-03-25T13:52:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:41:56.859+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;EL Careers Choice Project&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UfqLkMxt7o/SdAq-FYY3aI/AAAAAAAAAkE/T4-1w0Y0a6s/s1600-h/MMA_NL_Networking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318798406009281954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UfqLkMxt7o/SdAq-FYY3aI/AAAAAAAAAkE/T4-1w0Y0a6s/s320/MMA_NL_Networking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8UfqLkMxt7o/SdAq-HvmfPI/AAAAAAAAAj8/bzMEVy6lCvo/s1600-h/Business%20Associates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318798406643514610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8UfqLkMxt7o/SdAq-HvmfPI/AAAAAAAAAj8/bzMEVy6lCvo/s320/Business%2520Associates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I was young I had this hobby of collecting old notes from different countries. Therefore, till date, I have collected around 50 old notes from countries such as Singapore, Malaysia and Brunei. When I was young I had this thinking that after a few years when these notes have stop production, the value of these notes will be definitely be very valuable in the market. Sometimes I have also thought of showing my children's these notes when I become a father.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy playing with my guitar during my free times. As I had just picked up guitar lessons only recently I have to start to learn about everything from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed talking to my friends in school, they make my day complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My choice of career would be an executive assistant manager in a hotel. Its job scope is to oversee the operations and sales in the hotel. Most importantly we also have to increase the revenue of the hotel by optimizing sales and managing the expenses and operational needs. In my opinion I believe that working in the tourism would be a perfect choice for me as Singapore is progressing into providing services and becoming a tourist attraction in Asia. This includes the building of the ir resort and Singapore’s first casino in Singapore. Therefore, with this in mind I believe that the tourist sector would be a booming industry for the coming years. Being in this industry also allows me to be able interact with tourist from different countries!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29475275-6193857504647290743?l=melvin-super-info.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/feeds/6193857504647290743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29475275&amp;postID=6193857504647290743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/6193857504647290743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/6193857504647290743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/2009/03/since-i-was-young-i-had-this-hobby-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic street NW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026326672060895432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UfqLkMxt7o/SdAq-FYY3aI/AAAAAAAAAkE/T4-1w0Y0a6s/s72-c/MMA_NL_Networking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29475275.post-2483427739744458386</id><published>2009-01-28T04:51:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T05:25:38.582+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How I spent my Chinese new year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was past midnight, we were on our way to catch a movie at a cinema, but unfortunately, when we reached the cinema we were fill with disappointment. As the last timing for the show was just before midnight, we had to move on to another activity.&lt;br /&gt;            When we on our way to grab a bite of roti prata, we drove past china town. China town was filled with people celebrating Chinese new year, and we were also very lucky that when  we drove past fireworks started.. Soon after, there was a heavy traffic jam at china town.&lt;br /&gt;            On the first day of Chinese new year, I woke up at about 10 and started to move off to our relative houses at only 1030a.m. This year we started to move off rather late, as we started to move off starting from as early as 8 a.m. in the morning. We proceed to our relatives house till about evening. I waited excitedly for the lion dance to come to our house at night. Just before the lion dance was about to start, my relatives started rushing into my house. There was also a few rekatives of mine, who managed to catch a glimpse of the lion dance. What was surprising about the lion dance was that there was at the end of the lion dance they shot poppers! This was a rather new trend as it was not popular to shoot poppers at the end of the lion dance.&lt;br /&gt;            The lion dance also used oranges to come out with four lucky numbers. Soon after that, my uncle started to rearrange the numbers on the floor to their own lucky numbers! Soon after the poppers were shot my whole living room was filled with bits of the poppers. As it was a tradition that we could not use a broom to sweep the floor, we cracked our brain, and we finally resolve to using the vacumm to sweep the floor!&lt;br /&gt;            The first day of Chinese new year ended sadly for me as I had lost three-quarter of my red packets money on gambling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29475275-2483427739744458386?l=melvin-super-info.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/feeds/2483427739744458386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29475275&amp;postID=2483427739744458386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/2483427739744458386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/2483427739744458386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-i-spent-my-chinese-new-year-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic street NW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026326672060895432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29475275.post-7266357864111530086</id><published>2008-05-27T17:51:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T18:16:18.346+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An interesting incident during the 2008 June school holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going out with my friend, called, Peng Fei, he was my friend since Nursery. This would probably hurt our friendship. We had been keeping in touch since then and we go out together some times. We also play badminton together when we are free.&lt;br /&gt;            These incidents happen during the june holidays. I met him at the badminton court we usually play at, before going to the market together. When I met him, I told him that my mum ask me to buy paint for her. Therefore, we went to buy paint together. After we left the paint at my home, we went off to the market once again.&lt;br /&gt;            This time I am going to the market to accompany my friend to get the application form from the mcdonalds as he wanted to work at the mcdonalds. As I had told him that I am interested in working in mcdonalds, he ask me along. But just as we reached the mcdonalds, I saw my school friend at the mcdonalds, and, they actually wave to me to say hello to me! I lost all my confidence in working at mcdonalds at that moment, as I thought that it would be disgracing to work in the mcdonalds. Other than that, my parents had disallowed me to work in the mcdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;            Therefore, my friend was very furious with me. He persuaded me to work with him. But all his effort in persuading me went in vain. As I was very sure that I am not going to work with him in the mcdonalds. After much effort in persuading me to work with him, he finally gave up. And asked me to go home first. On the way home he message me on the phone a few times but I did not reply him at all. But I thought that the last message he sent me was very hush. He said this, “Since you are like that, I do not want to be your friend anymore!” This was what he message me, and after I read this message, I had a thought, “Will our friendship just end like this?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29475275-7266357864111530086?l=melvin-super-info.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/feeds/7266357864111530086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29475275&amp;postID=7266357864111530086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/7266357864111530086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/7266357864111530086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/2008/05/interesting-incident-during-2008-june.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic street NW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026326672060895432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29475275.post-7942531369597746063</id><published>2008-05-27T17:34:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T17:50:57.723+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reflections on SA1&lt;br /&gt;      I felt that as the year goes by the SA1 paper that I am taking is getting harder. Firstly, the English paper 2 does not have cloze passage anymore! Which in my opinion was supposed to help us gain some bonus marks. And I have also notice that as the year goes by, I have to put even more effort when I am revising for the exams.&lt;br /&gt;       But what I was happy about this year's SA1 exam was that I manage to finish my papers in time. This problem, was something that I faced during last year's SA1, which cost me to lose quite some marks in my papers. Every time I do my papers I will be shivering, especially, when I do not have much time left during the exam. I could always feel that thousands of ants were crawling in my body. This met me feel even more tensed when I am doing my exams. Therefore, I hope that I will not feel so tense in next year's SA1 and be able to manage my time well during next year's exam, so that I would not lose marks unreasonably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29475275-7942531369597746063?l=melvin-super-info.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/feeds/7942531369597746063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29475275&amp;postID=7942531369597746063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/7942531369597746063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/7942531369597746063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/2008/05/reflections-on-sa1-i-felt-that-as-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic street NW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026326672060895432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29475275.post-8719450749546880141</id><published>2008-03-31T16:49:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:29:52.796+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Name: Melvin Soh Chao Yun (30)&lt;br /&gt;Class: Respect (2) (2E2)&lt;br /&gt;Date: 29/3/08&lt;br /&gt;Task 2: INDIVIDUAL BLOG ENTRY – “I can make a difference”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt that we must think twice when we are doing things that might harm the environment. Example’s of things that might harm the environment would be land pollution. It is often cause by human activities and its misuses.&lt;br /&gt;“How efficient are we in helping the environment to overcome land pollution?” We often throw our packaging of food on the floor, as we do not want to trouble ourselves to walk to the rubbish bins to throw them. But I still believe that rubbish bins in Singapore could be found at almost every corner of Singapore’s street.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, if everyone played their part by not lettering on the floor, we would have a clean environment to live in! I believed none of them out there would want to live in a dirty environment but, live in a clean and green environment? Thus, I think we should start to be environmental friendly whether it is about land pollution or other pollution that is harming the environment now. By putting in a little more effort, I am sure we would help the environment to over pollutions sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;If our food packaging could be reused for other purposes I believe the environment would be near to being rated by people to be a little-free environment, as disposal of food packaging is one the main cause of human activities and their misuses. Food packaging of biscuits and chewing gums are some of the littering that could be prevented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;247 Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29475275-8719450749546880141?l=melvin-super-info.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/feeds/8719450749546880141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29475275&amp;postID=8719450749546880141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/8719450749546880141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/8719450749546880141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/2008/03/name-melvin-soh-chao-yun-30-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic street NW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026326672060895432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29475275.post-3176644889416538871</id><published>2008-02-28T10:58:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T11:04:59.511+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name: Melvin Soh Chao Yun&lt;br /&gt;Class: Respect (2) (2E2)&lt;br /&gt;Date: 28/2/08&lt;br /&gt;Title: Write about a time when you lost something expensive, but gained a valuable lesson in return.&lt;br /&gt;Draft: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Dad, I lose my phone earlier in the morning” my father was very stunned by what I just told him as the phone was brought a week ago. My family members were all happily seated on the comfortable sofa in the living room. When I told my father that I had lose my phone earlier in the day, my father reacted with an angry expression on his face as if it was going to rain heavily.&lt;br /&gt; I was panic-stricken when I discovered that my phone was lost. When I reached my hands into my pocket I discover that I was actually holding on to the air, as there was nothing in my pocket. My body felt as cold as a corpse. Once again, I searched thoroughly through my pocket but there was nothing I could find in my pocket. I quickly went back to where I went to in the in the morning. But I could not find anything. I even tried calling my phone a few times, but sadly, some passer-by must have seen my phone and taken it away, as my phone was switched off when I called my phone. I even called home to check whether I had left my phone at home. But once again, I was disappointed as my mother told me that she could not find my phone anywhere in the house. Thus, the surge in me to find my phone increased, and my heart beat was not normal as my face turn pale and cold.&lt;br /&gt; Soon, the sun start to set, and I thought to myself that maybe I should go home, since it’s so late already. On my way home, I wrecked my brain, and thought to myself how and where could I have lost my phone. After half-an-hour, I reached my house doorstep, and I stepped into the house facing my leg and walked very slowly to my room. After I reached my room, and settled myself on my bed, my mother knocked on my door and asked me to come out for dinner. Shortly after dinner my whole family were seating on the sofa watching variety shows. Soon I found a chance to tell this incident to my whole family.&lt;br /&gt; After being scolded by my father, I rushed back to my room. From this incident, I have learnt to keep my valuables or phone in a safe place so that it will not get lost. A while later, my mother knocked on my room door and came into my room, to comfort me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29475275-3176644889416538871?l=melvin-super-info.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/feeds/3176644889416538871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29475275&amp;postID=3176644889416538871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/3176644889416538871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/3176644889416538871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/2008/02/name-melvin-soh-chao-yun-class-respect_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic street NW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026326672060895432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29475275.post-8309581963960517185</id><published>2008-02-12T17:43:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T17:43:47.555+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="cboxdiv" align="center"&gt;Name: Melvin Soh Chao Yun&lt;br /&gt;Class: Respect (2) (2E2)&lt;br /&gt;Date:   24/1/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    Personal Recount&lt;br /&gt;Title: Write about a time when you were on the  losing side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey 6a come on! Let’s work as a team and we can win our opponent! ” . This was what I told my team-mates when we competing in an inter class 5-a-side soccer tournament. As my team were losing 3-0 to our opponent. I had no choice, but to say that sentence, to motivate my team-mates at the third minute of the 10 minutes per game match, as my team-mates had already lost the confident and motivation to win the match.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after I shouted loudly and breathlessly, my teammates looked as if they had just eaten their lunch and looked very energetic. As I played through the game, my body started to become cold like a corpse. And I was so panic-stricken to win the game that I started to urinate onto my under-wear. On the fourth minute of the game my team defended a free-kick, and it was my team’s goalkeeper who came to our rescue as he kicked the ball to the refreshing air, as if it was a fighter-jet taking off at a very high-speed. While the ball were still flying in the air, some of my team-mates and I ran to the other side of the court like a cheetah and when the ball came down in front of me, I dribbled the ball for a few second before I launched the ball toward the goal-post, and the ball past through under the legs of my opponent’s goalkeeper and into the goal-post. After the referee had whistled for the goal, I punched my fist into the air. And for the next six minutes, 3 goals were scored by my team-mates making us the winner against our opponent winning 4-3.&lt;br /&gt;            Immediately after our victory over our opponent, our form teacher treated each of us to a bottle of drink. My team-mates and I were over the moon as we celebrated our victory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29475275-8309581963960517185?l=melvin-super-info.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/feeds/8309581963960517185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29475275&amp;postID=8309581963960517185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/8309581963960517185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/8309581963960517185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/2008/02/name-melvin-soh-chao-yun-class-respect.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic street NW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026326672060895432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29475275.post-5488975207584307186</id><published>2008-01-29T06:18:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T06:05:41.701+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name: Melvin Soh Chao Yun (30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class: Respect (2) (2E2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 29/1/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draft: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: An incident when I was caught in a storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storm exploded on us in chaos of wind, water and noise. As I glanced up in the sky, a dark shape was swallowing the valley in huge gulps. Thunder boomed in the distance. Suddenly, the storm was on us.As my family members and I were inside a tent near the sea-side of east coast park, the pouring rain started to drenched my whole body as if I had just had a bath. The sound of the thunder made my heart dropped. My family members and I ran as fast as a cheetah, to the nearest shelter. When we reached the shelter my face was as cold as a corpse and my whole body felt as if there were thousands of ants crawling around my body. As we were in the shelter, we chatted for quite some time before the storm started to fade away from the dark sky.&lt;br /&gt;Soon it was near night time, my cousin and I suggested that we go and rent a bike to cycle round east coast park. As my cousin and I were cycling around east coast park, the nerve-wracking storm that struck us earlier on, came to my mind. It was so frightening that my heart almost dropped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29475275-5488975207584307186?l=melvin-super-info.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/feeds/5488975207584307186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29475275&amp;postID=5488975207584307186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/5488975207584307186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/5488975207584307186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/2008/01/name-melvin-soh-chao-yun-30-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic street NW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026326672060895432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29475275.post-1800790949876307708</id><published>2008-01-24T07:24:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T06:18:32.758+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name: Melvin Soh Chao Yun&lt;br /&gt;Class: Respect (2) (2E2)&lt;br /&gt;Date: 12/2/08&lt;br /&gt;Draft: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Confession Of A Entomophobic (Dialouge Start) " Haha!! Melvin you're afraid of cockroaches?" My brother shouted, laughing loudly. I have been afraid of cockroches since i was small and whenever i saw a cockroache i would shout loudly and say "Cockroach, Cockroach. Help me!". But there was one very memorable incident that i would like to share with all of you. During one of the Chinese New Year Day. All my relatives were at my house for Chinese New Year Visiting. While i was playing with my cousin around my house, I suddenly came close to a cockroach and it was just directly beside me! I shouted as if i was shouting for my life "cockroach, cockroach! Help me!". All my relatives ran to where I were and thought what had happened to me. To my relatives relief, i was shouting because of a cockroach, and I was so frightened that my sweat drip down my cheek, like the flow of a heavy rain. Soon after, my brother came to my rescue by holding on to a tissue and went to the cockroach beside me and squash the cockroach to death and threw the squash cockroach and the tissue into the rubbish bin. When i woke up the next day i finally realised that it was only a dream. And i felt as if a stone had been taken off my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29475275-1800790949876307708?l=melvin-super-info.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/feeds/1800790949876307708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29475275&amp;postID=1800790949876307708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/1800790949876307708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/1800790949876307708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/2008/01/title-confession-of-entomophobic.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic street NW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026326672060895432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29475275.post-7677904628552569738</id><published>2008-01-13T09:47:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T14:24:17.405+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="cboxdiv" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Name: Melvin Soh Chao Yun &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Class: Respect (2) (2E2)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Topic: What i did during the December school holiday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I started my December holiday without knowing what to expect for the long holiday ahead. But i eventually had a wonderful December holiday. So this is how my December holiday starts, for the first week of the December holiday i actually had school remedial to attend. And my December holiday had only just started with the first week of the holiday being taken up for school remedial. So what did i do for the holiday? Let me think? Oh yes i remembered now, i had tuition during the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt; holiday, only, for the last week of the December holiday that i did not have tuition for the whole December holiday? Also, for a few times during the December school holiday i went out with my Nursery friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fei&lt;/span&gt;, as well as two of my primary school friends, Jasper and Bryan. I went out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fei&lt;/span&gt; to watch movie at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;AMK&lt;/span&gt; Hub, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Fei&lt;/span&gt; also treated me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Iciban&lt;/span&gt; Sushi to have some sushi and noodles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And after that outing, i still went out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Fei&lt;/span&gt; a few times during the December holiday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Fei&lt;/span&gt; together with my parents my aunt,uncle, cousins and me, we went to East Coast Park for camping. But you know what, we actually set up our tents in the shelter where my parents and me shared a tent, and my aunt, uncle and my cousin shared another tent and finally the Third and and final tents in the shelter were occupied by my friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Fei&lt;/span&gt;, who also had the biggest tent among us which was used by my friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Fei&lt;/span&gt;, himself. And sadly my primary school friends, Jasper and Bryan was unable to go.I was quite happy at the start of the night of the camping at East Coast Park, where we played Big Small together except for my uncle and my parents who were asleep. But at about one plus in the night when i wanted to go to the toilet and i asked my friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Fei&lt;/span&gt;, to accompany me to the toilet at the nearby McDonald my friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Fei&lt;/span&gt;, were very unwilling to accompany me to the toilet at the nearby McDonald. But after we came out of the McDonald's toilet i went to the McDonald's ticket redemption machine located inside the McDonald. After i have entered my McDonald's account, and were at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;selection&lt;/span&gt; menu page, my friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Fei&lt;/span&gt;, went to press the items on the selection &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;menu&lt;/span&gt; page and he also asked me to see what he had selected. I was very angry at that moment, but i was even angry, when he actually pressed the print receipt button. I was really very angry because the point that i have accumulated throughout the years have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;redempted&lt;/span&gt; by my friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Fei&lt;/span&gt;, and not by myself! After my friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Fei&lt;/span&gt;, and me walk out of the McDonald's together. And my friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Fei&lt;/span&gt;, tried to give solutions of how he is going to return the points accumulated by my friend,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Fei&lt;/span&gt;, using my McDonald's account. But, i did not cared to listen to him. So i ran to my father who were looking at the sea, near the shelter where our tents were, and i cried and told him what happen and he calm me down and told me to go and sleep so i ran straight back to the shelter where our tents were, where my mother were still sleeping in.After i have slept for a few minutes my mother woke up and went out of the tent to ask my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;aunt&lt;/span&gt;, who was still awake, what had happened to me. So my aunt said that when my father woke up he asked where did my friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Fei&lt;/span&gt; and i went to and my aunt said my friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Fei&lt;/span&gt; and me went to the nearby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; toilet and, when i came back i were already crying and talk to my father and after that came back to the tent to sleep. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;aunt&lt;/span&gt; made wild guesses of what could have happen to me during our visit to the nearby McDonald's toilet like saying that my friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Fei&lt;/span&gt;, went to off the nearby McDonald's toilet lights and said that i saw a ghost, saying that such things are unpredicted. But soon after that, i woke up and my friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Fei&lt;/span&gt; was still not back yet and obviously he was scared that we would scold him, because when we called his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;hand phone&lt;/span&gt; he rejected all our calls. And when i went to sleep it was about three plus in the night already and my friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Fei&lt;/span&gt;, is still not back yet. The next morning, when i woke up i still did not see my friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Fei&lt;/span&gt;, and i was thinking what could have happen to him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So i asked my father where was my friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Fei&lt;/span&gt;, my father said that he went to take a pail of water with my cousin. So when my friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Fei&lt;/span&gt; came back, i asked him where did he go during the night, and he claim that he was not sleepy so he went to walk around the park. And when i asked my friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Peng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Fei&lt;/span&gt;, did he took the redemption ticket he said yes, and i was very happy. It was because i thought he used the redemption to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;redeem&lt;/span&gt; the food. And so he went to his wallet to take the redemption ticket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29475275-7677904628552569738?l=melvin-super-info.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/feeds/7677904628552569738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29475275&amp;postID=7677904628552569738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/7677904628552569738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29475275/posts/default/7677904628552569738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melvin-super-info.blogspot.com/2008/01/topic-what-i-did-during-december-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic street NW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026326672060895432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
