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Sunday, July 5, 2009
2. Describe a lesson in school from the POV of the marker the teacher uses.
[Again, you are the marker.]
Another day in school means more work for me as Miss Sarah stuffed me in her bag full of cosmetics and some 'post its' on pieces of notes. Is that all a typical teacher brings to school? I would not know, I am a marker afterall. I have been working with Miss Sarah for almost 2 years now. I know it might be a short span of time for you but it is very long for me as a marker because usually they use and throw, use and throw but she will always refill my ink. Since now things have been better, I do not have to work really hard to get the ink out of me, it just flows out so its much easier for me. Although sometimes I would be irritated when my ink finishes and someone would hit my head on the board and slide through it. It kinda hurts but I guess now I am used to it.
As Miss Sarah gripped me and took me out of her bag, she place me on her table with all her other neccesities. She always does that and that just shows the start of my job for her. She lifts me up and pull out my cover, I already felt much better. That cover was making my sweat. She starts the day by using me to write the date and day on the board. As she start her topics, she would hold on to me the whole day. I felt her sweat from her hands and the heat was outrageous. Luckily she would sometimes go to the staff room and I would get a chance to feel the air-conditioner.
Sometimes, her students would have to write using me when she asks them for answers. So I was not really used to little children holding my body, it tickles a lot as these kids would play around with me like they would spin me and place me on their head when they are thinking. It is very uncomfortable for me but I had no choice, I could not talk. If I even could, I think all of them would freak out and I will be hot news as "Talking Marker Exists." The childrens would also use up a lot of my inks as they would always not know what to write or they would write things wrongly and they would have to re-write again. It is really a heck of a day for me.
At the end of the day, it will usually be the duster's job to clean the whole board. I would just lay there while Miss Sarah finishes up to clean the classroom. Then she would stuff me again in her bag and I would usually move around to get a nice spot after this long and tiring day. I just hope she does not realise it. Well, she never does. I would then stay in her bag the whole night till morning and then the day starts again. It goes in a cycle with the same things going on but that is really my life. ;D
Task 3 : /
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Confessions of a Famous Celebrity.
Just as I was going to play with my little son, I was startled when I received a call by my supervisor. I was reluctant to pick up the phone but I knew I had to. It always happens, I guess I am just used to it. People everywhere calling me in, paparazzis crowding around my house and fans always gets in the way just to get my autograph and to see me in person. Lucky for me, I have securities everywhere around all my property. I even have my own bodyguard that tags along wherever I go. It really is not any of my choice, I have to put up high securities on myself to avoid problems like getting robbed and fans might even take me away. I walked out of the house, into my limousine and off we go. To all kinds of studios, interviews, live shows, concerts and red carpets. That is basically my daily routine, only difference is that I go to different places everyday.
As for now, I am heading to a live show in Los Angeles. I got there, and...... you guessed it. Paparazzis just around every corner of my eye, the flashes just does not seems to stop. Sometimes, I get really bad headaches. So after the show, I had to rush to a meeting with my company. It is actually owned by my husband. We had to discuss about how the bussiness was doing and how I would be able to help. I will always be there for my husband as he had always been there for me in hard times. Usually, after the meeting, he would take me out to eat but today we are having a family dinner at my parents house. We fetched our son from his night class and went straight to dinner at parents. It feels really great to actually have time to do things like this with my loved ones. Not every celebrity is too busy to spend time with their loved ones. At this point of time, my bodyguard would still be protecting me. I do not mind personally. As we reached home, the bodyguards would have to go to their places to rest. They are not robots.
If you were wondering if I had friends, I do! I am very close with all my friends, they would always be the one to gossip with me and help me pick out clothes and will throw in their ideas about stuffs I need to do. My bestfriends are normal people. They are not any celebrity. I have known them since high school. I also have my guy friends which I would usually play games with. To be honest, I still live like a kid. I do not care what people think as long as I lead my life the way that it makes me happy. This is really what life for me means. It is not about who you are, it is about what you are inside. I lead my life the way I want it, the way a normal person would do it. I do not count on my popularity. I count on my happiness.
Task 2 : /
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
(b) The room was badly decorated.
The moment I stood infront of that big wooden door of the ballroom, I was already buliding castles in the air. As my heart was racing to the feeling of my dream wedding as it would come true. I was ready to appalled myself so I turned the shiny door knob that left me shaking even more. The first thing I saw when I slipped in through the door was the dusty white cement floor that was almost turning into disgusting yellow. At that moment I could already feel the puke shooting up my throat as it tickles my stomach. I swallowed hard. I could already feel the blood boiling and bubbling up to my head when I took a quick scan of that huge dark room. I lost my breath for a whole second as my chest was suddenly filled with uneeded air. The unruly brown curtains that looked like torned rag hanging all around the whole room. The little tables around that looked like chess tables surrounded with stools that were half broken! The ugly yellow and brown colours that were for the bride and groom and the whole scene where there are rats and cockroaches scrambling around. This whole place just wanted to choke me to death and tell me, its over.
Task 1a : /
Saturday, May 30, 2009
[iv] Went to work, never came back.
Ecstatic. Enthralled. Elated. I was jumping with joy filled in my head everytime my childhood best friend call. We shared so much stories about each other as he has already moved to Australia for his work. I still remembered the day I sent him to the airport, that was the last time I could actually feel his warm loving hugs and soft pink lips on my cheeks. It has already been 5 years since I have seen him. He actually promised me that he will come back home every year just to see me. However, since he called the other day, I felt downcast by his latest news. My heart fell like broken pieces of shattered glass. Tears clumped up in my eyes when he told me that he was getting married to a girl there at Australia. I literelly fell from the side of my bed and hit my head on my dressing table and left me unconcious there. I did not know how long I have been feeling this way now. Until now, I never received any calls from him. I quickly made the sleekest decision to make myself feel better, I called up Peter from work. Unfortunately, he is gay so he might not be the best help but it would make me feel a little better I suppose.
"It is really obvious that you actually have feelings for John. I would not think you would realise that yourself. Right?" asserts Peter.
"I totally do not! I do not agree with you at all! How could you do this to me? You were supposed to help me!" I squealed back at him. I could feel the blood rushing through my face.
I was intensly disturbed these days. I have not been performing my full ability to everything I do. I suddenly had a decision to make. Maybe Peter was right, maybe I am in love with John but how do I tell him? How do I show him that it is true? I was lost. My brain is blocked by these things, I could not think. It felt like all the veins in my brain are going to burst any second and my skull felt like it has broke into half. Try hitting your head on the wall, that is it! I felt really numb and I could not seem to move. Soon, I made the decision to just go to John's wedding and come back like nothing happened. I was assuring myself that I had to forget about it. It is all in god's hands.
The day I came back, I was suddenly appalled when I got a call from one of my costumers. He needs to come over, so I quickly got up and cleaned the whole place up. I was not in the mood at all but since he is my very valued customer and I have been with him for a long time so I just did it anyways. As we were having our talk, I was amazed at the beauty of this guy's eyes that I never had the chance to glimpse at everytime. I was mesmerized and I got lost in his eyes. I can see that he was very well into me as well as he started to slid his hands around my hips and as he gets closer and closer, that is when I became high. The next morning, as I open up my eyes and the ray of light seek in through my eyelids, I found myself on bed with Timothy, my costumer last night. We started to get in a lot of fun and we got closer and closer and so much closer, that after a few years with each other, we decided to get married. I was a little astonished myself and I did not think this would be happening but I think it is just fate. As we were planning our wedding, I suddenly remembered about John. I immediately decided to invite him to my wedding because as best friends you should be there for each other.
After all were settled, it all came to my wedding day. I was awaiting everybodys arrival but I was more that excited to meet John on my wedding day. As the day arrives, I had no call nor a message from John, I have not even seen him here and it is already my wedding day. I was full much devastated. I teared up for awhile but I had enough comfort from Peter and Timothy to continue this event. So I did, with all my heart, I do love Timothy but that does not mean that I am not interested in John at all. I was still awaiting for his arrival. I looked out every minute just to check if John would arrive. I called and texted him but I had no answer. I soon thought that, since John had been so busy with work he never comes back. Furthermore, he is already married and that increases the chance of him forgetting me and never coming back at all. After my wedding day, I had been very depressed on the inside although I am very thrilled with Timothy as my husband. I could not forget this mixed of feelings I have until John really comes back.
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