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Thursday, September 6th, 2001
8:48 am	GAME 1 For game one, our group has chosen ?spelling bee? for our game in the classroom. This game is quite interesting. The rules of this game are; students will be divided into two group, group A and group B. Each group will choose a representative to choose a card contain a word. After the representative chooses the card, he/she must write down the word in the black board. For example ?apple?. The first student that sits in the front must spell the word that begins with the last alphabet- ?e?. For example ? elephant. The next student will continue the spelling that begins with the last alphabet. The word must be more than five alphabets. The students cannot repeat the same words that have been said by his/her group member. For each spelling, they will give 3 seconds to think the word. How did the language game that you implemented for Game 1 activity might have enhanced language learning of your ?students?. I think? spelling bee? is good for the students to learnt how to spell words and learn new vocabulary. There is no point in knowing a word unless you can spell and say the word. Most people can say most words after a fashion, especially nowadays, when people of all types of education mix together more then they used to, and when good pronunciation is heard how people speak well. However, good spelling is not something that can be picked up casually, for most people talk a good deal more than they read. The only way to good spelling is by hard work, memorizing words you do not know, and correcting mistakes as they occur. Most spelling mistake are due to carelessness or confusion, brought about either by reading too quickly and not revising, or by getting mixed up with words which have a similar pronunciation but different spelling. For this game, (spelling Bee) it?s teach students to think fast what are the next word, test the student?s spelling and new vocabulary and also to memorizing words that they know. This game is also test the students attention during the game. If the students are not paying attention, he/she cannot spell the next word. During my English class, when I was in the primary school, my teacher also teach us this game to improve us in spelling the English words. During the class we had been teaches just a simple words. It is appropriate with our level at that time. Now, all the students in the primary school had learnt many difficult words. Therefore, the students nowadays have many vocabularies in their minds. Spelling Bee game is also done for a competition among the students from the different schools. Three or four students will choose by the school to be the representatives for their school. The school that comes out with many words will be the winner. This game is good to practices students in spelling and their vocabulary. This game is also fun too. Source: Millon Nandy, Higher English And Good Writing, 1998, Pernerbitan Asia, Kuala Lumpur. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
8:47 am	How I know my mother loves me. When I was very young, I was sickly child. In fact, I had to spend most of my life away from school and in bed. Not surprisingly, I was miserable. I fretted a lot and constantly demanded my mother?s attention. I was a spoiled brat. During the day, I would demand that my favourite delicacies be served to me and that my favourite stories be read to me. At odd hours of the night, I would ask for a hot drink or a cookie, or just some company. ?Mummy, stay with me!? was my constant whine. Not once was demanded refused. Not once did my mother groan or grumble. She answered every unreasonable demand of mine with unfailing patience. My mother would put everything aside to comfort me. My world was very small then. There was just me and my mummy. My father was send to Japan for his work. My world consisted of the feel of her cool palms soothing my brow and her floral scent as she leaned over me to tuck in my blanket. I remember her low voice, hushing me as I fretted about the pains in my joints. Most of all, I remember the look in her eyes, of deep concern for her sick child. That was how I knew my mother loved me then. Miraculously, I have outgrown my childhood ailments. Now that I am on the threshold of adulthood, my world has grown to include many exciting friends. Set free from the prison of the sickbed, I revel in the fun that the world has to offer. My relationship with my mother has suffered from my wild pursuit of fun. She criticises my choice of friends and tries to enforce rules and regulations to curb my activities. One night, I stayed out away, way past my ?curfew? hour, which is eleven o?clock. It was almost 1 a.m when I reached my house. To make matters worse, I had been unable to call home to inform my mother that I would be delayed. There were no phones where we were ?hanging out?. I knew that was in for it! My mother flung open the door the minute she heard my friend?s car pull in. Her face was red, sweat was pouring down her temples. My friends made a quick exit as she ranted at me, her arms waving wildly. I didn?t say a word, in case one of those hands should find its mark on my face. I was ordered straight to bed. As I got into bed, she stood in my room. Still ranting at me for my disobedience and ?wild behaviour?. I was tired. I jus wanted to sleep. I looked up at her face to try to gauge if her scolding would be continuing much longer. Then I saw something familiar about the look in her eyes. It was the same look of concern that she had always had when I was so sick. I saw in her eyes all the fears that she suffered that night as she waited for her daughter to return safely. Now I was staying far away from her to continue my study. I really miss her concern about me. But she always call me to ask about my health and my study. This is how I know my mother loves me now. (Comment on this)
8:41 am	The pearl I have read a novel title ?The Pearl? during my literature class. Actually I hate to read a long novel but this novel is quite interesting to me. In my opinion, the main theme of the novel ?The Pearl? its ironical massage to poverty-stricken people that wealth brings evil and that they should just remain poor. Steinbeck presents this massage in such a way that we balk at it, feeling its bitter injustice. ?The Pearl? is set in a society that is divided into two main groups: the rich and the poor. Ironically, but not uncommonly, the rich just want to get richer. For example in the part of this novel, the doctor is only interested in treating rich people and later, in order to get the pearl from Kino, even attempted to poison the baby. The priest is also only interested in money. He does not marry Kino and Juana because they cannot afford to make a contribution to the church but rushes to see Kino when he has the pearl. Another example involves the pearl dealers. They play on Kino?s ignorance and the monopolistic situation to cheat him so as to make as much money as they can. The poor people , the natives, were exploited by the rich figures of authority such as the doctor and the priest. Furthermore, they are thought that they should remain in their place in society, no matter how slowly it should be. In fact, the priest used to make a sermon every year that each man and woman was ?like a soldier sent by God to guard some part of the castle of the universe. And some are in the ramparts and some deep in the darkness of the walls. But each must not go running about, else the castle is in danger from the assaults of hell.? When Kino finds the ?Pearl of the World?, he believes the great pearl(which represents wealth for him) is his baby?s ticket to health, an education, and a better life. However, the possession of the pearl leads only to a whole string of disasters- the doctor poisons the baby, Kino stabs a man and kills another and Kino beats up his wife. To Juana, the pearl quickly becomes evil. She tells Kino, ?It will destroy us all?.. even our son.? At the end of the novel, Kino also realizes that wealth brings him only evil and throws the pearl into the sea. From this novel I have learnt many of important parts in our life. This novel is very interesting and I really enjoyed read that novel. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 8th, 2001
11:30 pm	my bad day The morning sun shore persistently on my still-shut eyelids. Annoyed, I rolled on to the right side of my mattress. Wondering about the time, I stretched out my arm to grasp the little, round alarm clock on my bedside table. I forced open my eyes, focused them on the numbers? and screeched! Leaping out of my bed, I swung open the wardrobe door. Throwing my shirt and my favorite jeans on the bed, I dashed to the bathroom. Halfway, I spun around and grabbed my bag, oh, God ! I forgot to brush my teeth. I went back to the bathroom and started brush my teeth as fast as I can. Soon , I had shoved my feet into my shoes and I started walking as fast as I can. I?ll be late for Dr. Ummul class. one minutes to go and I?m started to run but I?m quite shy coz I?m a girl. I arrived at 8.15 am. Five minutes late. When I?m entered the class everyone in the class looking at me. Dr. Ummul asking me, ?what?s time now?? I just pass by without saying anything and take my sit. Whoosh!! Thanks god. I took out my note book and started to copy down the lecture notes. My friend asking why I?m late. I just ignore the question and start busy copying the notes. (Comment on this)
11:20 pm	if I.... WHEN I?VE GOT GREAT HAIR? I feel light and breezy I feel younger It complements my beautiful face I feel sexy I can wear sexy gear I feel good I have one less worry I get compliments I attract men I can let my hair loose I enhance my appearance I feel more attractive I walk with pride I keep admiring my image in the mirror I feel more energized I feel free? free of worries I feel full of life I feel more friendly I interact more freely I feel like a bird I can do whatever I want I don?t need make-up I let my hair flow I can?t stop smiling I can be whatever I want to be I make heads turn I become the point of attention I stand out in the crowd I will let the wind blow I will tell the whole world my secret I feel fresh and clean all day I feel terrific from my head to my toes? I feel younger I can let go of everything I don?t have to worry about the rest of me I ?.feel wanted I feel good?. Feel good I feel as if I?ve lost?. weight (1 Comment |Comment on this)
11:13 pm	it's hard to become a teacher When I?m thinking back to be a teacher is not an easy job. Even if you having a daily full attendance by itself is not an indication of how effective a teacher is. However, if she/ he is able to inculcate a keen interest among his pupils in their academic performance, he has certainly succeeded in his/her role as a educator. It is the responsibility of the teachers individually and the education system in general to keep students motivated to learn and it?s not an easy way to do.( for me ). Encouraging students to learn is not an easy task especially in learning English and had undergone years of schooling; during which time they were probably exposed to the same methods of teaching, year in and year out. In situations like these, boredom sets in. they may also be angry and rebellious at the high expectations and academic aspirations of their parents, teachers and society as a whole. I really afraid if I cannot do well in my teaching if I?m become a teacher one day. I must make my students happy during the learning process. Making learning fun is possibility the best method to motivate students to learn. Most classrooms today would be equipped with up-to-date educational tools and be facilitated by a teacher who inspires his students with his own enthusiasm for the subject. I really hope that I?m become a good teacher one day!!!! (Comment on this)
10:45 pm	my mum I have read an article by Laura Marcus- ?When Mothers Smother?. I beg to differ. My mum , other than my hubby, is and always will be my best friend. No, my mother does not buy the same CDs as I do, she abhors the Spice Girls and we definitely do not share the same fashion sense. Nevertheless, she?s still my best friend. After all, a friend is (as defined by one dictionary) one who is attached to another by intimacy and affection and that?s exactly what she is to me. She has always been there for me in times of trouble and that?s what really counts. Surely the way a person dresses or the type of music they listen to are not the sole criteria of what constitutes a ?best friend?! a wise man once said- ?play with them (your children) during the first seven years, teach them for the next seven and be their friend for the years after?. I love my mum very much because she just not only taking care of me but always be my best friend. Now she?s waiting for her fourth children to be born. Welcome to our family-?brother?!??. (Comment on this)
10:20 pm	my boring day I felt the tension in my shoulders and back ease. I let go of all the worries and troubles that had been circling my mind. A stray thought about the world?s ills tried to remain but it was vanquished by the chirping little bird . I was in my garden, a secluded corner, far away from the hustle and bustle of life and the noisy chatter of my housemate. After a tiring day at class, the first thing I do each day is toss my bag aside, have lunch, shower, and then hurry to my bed but I decided to go to my garden outside. I can see the bougainvilleas in red, purple, yellow and white in full bloom around the trees. And there is my prized rose bush just beside my swing. As I walk towards it each day, the roses? sweet scent welcomes me from afar. Once, sitting in my swing , I looked up into the tree with half-closed eyes. A small white bird was perched atop a branch just arm?s length away. It looked at me with beady eyes for a few moments before it took off for more stimulating sights. I become so sleepy and I decided to have some sleep in my room. I must have enough rest to get a healthy body. (Comment on this)
10:05 pm	Home is.......... Home is... Rice and saltfish And green mango pickles, A bowl of hot soup, After being caught in a drizzle. Home is laughter and toys and comforting arms of mother tears being brushed away playground bruises kissed better. Home is Socks, shoes, schoolbags And crispy shirts in naphthalene Flannel blankets and fluffy Pillows and warm pink dreams. Home is A fortress against Fear, thunder and the bogeyman A sanctuary from terror Night sirens and the policeman. Home is The place this continent of children Will never taste This poet was written by Cecil Rajendra. When I read this poet, I?m thinking about my home. I was offered to do four years TESL course in UTM. I was thinking should I accept the offer or not. But it was not my dream to become a teacher. I hate to become a teacher. But now I?m still here, do my four years course and of course it was TESL course. AGGHH!!! Now I in 4th year my final year, hopefully so?. I must do Lots of works and I?m getting so boring with this course. This year I?m also busy with my PSM, but all the lecturers still not understand the situation that I have lots of work to do!!! And also this journal writing?? TENSION!!!!! But when I?m thinking back, if I not taken this course what I?m doing right now? My be I still continue my study because my result for SPM are quite good. But where? Anyway I?m still thankful to Allah because I?m doing well in my study. I think it?s enough for my first journal writing. To be continue????????. (Comment on this)
10:05 pm	Home is.......... Home is... Rice and saltfish And green mango pickles, A bowl of hot soup, After being caught in a drizzle. Home is laughter and toys and comforting arms of mother tears being brushed away playground bruises kissed better. Home is Socks, shoes, schoolbags And crispy shirts in naphthalene Flannel blankets and fluffy Pillows and warm pink dreams. Home is A fortress against Fear, thunder and the bogeyman A sanctuary from terror Night sirens and the policeman. Home is The place this continent of children Will never taste This poet was written by Cecil Rajendra. When I read this poet, I?m thinking about my home. I was offered to do four years TESL course in UTM. I was thinking should I accept the offer or not. But it was not my dream to become a teacher. I hate to become a teacher. But now I?m still here, do my four years course and of course it was TESL course. AGGHH!!! Now I in 4th year my final year, hopefully so?. I must do Lots of works and I?m getting so boring with this course. This year I?m also busy with my PSM, but all the lecturers still not understand the situation that I have lots of work to do!!! And also this journal writing?? TENSION!!!!! But when I?m thinking back, if I not taken this course what I?m doing right now? My be I still continue my study because my result for SPM are quite good. But where? Anyway I?m still thankful to Allah because I?m doing well in my study. I think it?s enough for my first journal writing. To be continue????????. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 10th, 2001
3:58 pm	buzy doing my psm i hate to do writing work especially writing journals. why we should write journal? i know the importance of writing journals but this semester i have lots of work to do especially my psm. (1 Comment |Comment on this)