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Introducing... Charmaine! Fatin! Rebecca! Ue Tsz! We are from Cedar Girls' Secondary School(the greatest school in the world), and we are from class 1-P! Hope that you enjoy our blog, just as we have enjoyed creating it.
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;Thursday, May 13, 2010
It was just one of those days that you always had everything going wrong. It was a Saturday and I was on my way to my religious class. The day before, I had track and field training and I was feeling very tired. So when the teacher was teaching, I accidentally dozed off in the middle of class. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I woke out with a start and found out that my teacher was standing beside me with hands on hips. I was so embarrassed that I could fell the blood rushing to my face.
On my way home, the bus was packed like a tin of sardines. I was squashed like a ham in between two bread. (I'm lucky to be skinny!) All of a sudden, the bus stopped and almost everyone was thrown forward. I, unfortunately, fell on small boy. I was lucky that I did not crush him! I was very embarrassing! And the mother was there too!
I was just relieved when nothing bad happened after that. What a bad day it was for me.
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Messedsy&& 8:43 PM
;Tuesday, April 27, 2010
As everyone knows, one should not walk alone at night especially when you are a girl. Today, it just so happened that I missed two straight buses home. I was so frustrated as I had to wait for a very long time for another bus to arrive. I sat down at the empty bus stop waiting, angry and frustrated at myself for missing two buses home. What a waste of time!
And there I sat, humming to myself the song that I was listening to while reading my book, oblivious to the fact that the sun was setting. Suddenly I felt someone standing behind me. I turned around and found nobody there. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing on its edges as a shiver ran down my spine. I shrugged and told myself that I was just being silly.
"Come on Fatin. Don't we such a wimp. Even if there was someone I bet you could handle him. Just give the person a good kick in the gut that's all you have to do," I whispered to myself intending to pour confidence into myself even though I knew that I had no chance in beating whoever I came face to face with on the street.
And there I sat, thinking of ways which I could use to defend myself. Then out of no where, my primary school friend Jeremy jumped out and scared me half to death. Acting on impulse, I swung my arm and hit his arm. He howled in pain. At the point of attack, I was unaware that it was Jeremy that was my target. When I snapped out of my daze, I quickly help Jeremy to a bench and used my cold water bottle to numb the pain. I apologized to him over and over again, ashamed that I had actually attacked someone. He gave me a dirty look but forgave me in an angry kind of way.
When the bus came, I scrambled onto it, my face red with embarrassment. Even though I had accidentally hit someone, I actually felt a sense of prise. Not because I hurt someone with my steel bones but because I was able to defend myself when necessary. This will always stay in my memory because not only was it funny but it was also something I must remember. Do not go home on your own at night especially if you are a girl.
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Messedsy&& 8:33 PM
;Monday, April 19, 2010
12 April, a day I would never forget, the day of my high jump competition.
The day started when I woke up early in the morning, feeling tired and nervous for the competition. Lazily, I walked to the toilet to brush my teeth and get changed. That day, my sister had to take the bus to school by herself and she was groaning a lot. “Why do I have to take the bus? Why can’t you send me?” However, her desperate appeal failed.
The journey to Choa Chu Kang stadium was scary. My mind was swimming with thoughts of the competition. What if I couldn’t do well? What if my injuries act up?
Before I knew it, I arrived at the stadium and Estella was already there. Then, we walked to the entrance to wait for Valerie. Not long after, she arrived.
We started doing warm-ups and drills and then went to the high jump pit to do a few jumps. By that time, I was very scared because many of my competitors could jump very well! Imagine what was going through my mind at that moment!
Soon, the competition started and I was the first person jumping! I was very nervous. However, my seniors told me that it was good thing as if I was one of the last few, I would be scared when the others in front of me had done very well, thus dampening my mood.
Valerie told me, “Hey, you know those two Dunman High girls? They did not take their markings! They were like ‘Must take? Oh no, I’m going to die!’” I stood there wondering, if they didn’t take their run up, how are they even going to jump?
To my dismay, I did not clear my first attempt of 130cm. Luckily, my I managed to clear it at the second attempt. Siew Lei, my friend from another school didn’t manage to clear the height at all that she started crying. I wanted to comfort her so much, but I was scared that my coach would scold me.
After 130cm, I could not clear the remaining heights. Lim Ping from Nanyang Girls’ managed to clear 150cm and was therefore crowned 1st place. During her last few jumps, all of us cheered for her, hoping that she would be able to break the record, but however she couldn’t. There’s a saying, ‘Enemies on the field, Friends off the field’. I think that this is very true as no matter we lose or not, we should display good sportsmanship and encourage one another.
Estella managed to clinch the 3rd position and she was overjoyed! We were all happy for her too.
Although I only managed to get the 8th position, I feel that I have tried my best and will push harder next year. This is my first high jump competition and I hope that it won’t be my last. If I am able to represent the school again, I will cherish the chance and strive to do better.
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Messedsy&& 8:45 AM
;Saturday, April 17, 2010
Personal Recount: Graduation Day
Our primary school hall had a huge banner that said “P6 Graduation-cum-Prize-giving day”. Yes, we were graduating, from Kong Hwa School, the second home where we spent our 6 schooling years.
When the clock struck 8 in the morning on 18th of November 2009, the band started playing and we strutted into the hall. Rushing to my seat, I heaved a sigh of relief. I was always worried that I would trip and fall, embarrassing myself. My friend, Sarah, and I were Brownies, so we had to leave the hall early to prepare the plates and cutlery for the meal that the parents could have at the canteen when the ceremony ended. Unfortunately, we missed several exciting performances and most of all, the grand finale, the singing of the school song, the graduation song and Auld Lang Syne. It would have been an unforgettable moment that marked an end to our primary school life, and most probably the last time we get to sing the school song, but Sarah and I had no choice but to skip it.
After what seemed like hours, we saw the first parent that arrived. “The ceremony must have ended.” I thought. After serving them, we finally caught sight of our friends who had reached the canteen too. Yuh Ling, a very good friend of both Sarah and I, had to be “escorted” by two other friends. Her eyes and nose were red and she was sniffing. The moment she came down, Sarah turned away immediately. “Once I see you crying, I’ll cry too!” I could only put my arms around them and hug them tightly, not knowing how to comfort them. Not long after, pupils with tears flowing down their cheeks and hugging each other tightly was a common sight. “I love all of you.” In an attempt to comfort them, I guessed I worsened the situation. The need for tissue paper was increasing rapidly.
We had never expected graduating to be so hard. Even to this day, we still could not get over graduation. It was just too much for us to accept the fact that we were going to part. When we think of that day, I believe everyone would cry. It just seemed so unbelievable. “No. I can’t be graduating. This is all a dream.” I told myself. I simply cannot bring myself to accept this fact. “And I hope I don’t wake up.”
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Messedsy&& 8:44 PM
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It was one in the morning. The last day of Chinese New Year. I sat on the sofa at my Third Aunt's luxurious bungalow, with its too-high ceilings, a glass chandelier that posed a real threat, and sofas that can move on their own with the touch of a button. Through the balcony door, I gazed at a star twinkling among black, boundless wilderness. All alone, like me. I sighed. I was never interacted with my cousins much, just the occasional greeting.
Suddenly, a husky voice asked, “You want to play?” I turned and saw my two cousins and my brother staring at me. The cousin who asked was eighteen-year-old Ah Bi, and the other was Ming Han in his third year in Raffles Institution. I shrugged my shoulders carelessly and agreed.
The game started, also with cards. Ah Bi explained that each card represents an action we have to do if we picked that particular card. The actions always end with someone drinking water. There were two interesting cards I remembered: one was number '8', which means anyone can set any rule, for example, my rule stated that everyone must run up the stairs before drawing a card. I was enjoying myself watching my cousin swearing to abolish the rule until it was my turn to run up the stairs.
Another card is the 'King' card; which means the person who picked it can choose any drink they want to pour inside a cup. As there were four 'King' cards altogether, the cup will have a mixture of three different drinks. The aim of the game, besides to sabotage the next person to keep drinking water until they bloat, was to avoid getting the last 'King' card. If you picked it, you would have to choose the fourth drink to add to the mixture, and you will have to drink it...
I was unlucky to have that last 'King'. I poured Milo into the cup full of Red Bull, water and green tea. Ming Han, who drank his fill the previous round, and everyone laughed at me when I drank it with my face twitching. It was revolting! Try to imagine the sweetness of Red Bull and Milo, the sourness of green tea and the water which diluted it all in your mouth, and you will have the same screwed-up expression as me.
It was so memorable because it was the first time I laughed with my cousins. After we went to the toilet three times each and had to stop the game, we talked on the sofa and my cousin related about his severely-haunted school and my older cousin, who was in Victoria School, told me about the relationship between Victoria and Cedar, and he even told me his first girlfriend was from Cedar! We actually talked to each other and I understood them much more.
Chinese New Year is the celebration of a new year, and new beginnings; a new beginning for my cousins and I.
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Messedsy&& 8:31 AM
;Friday, April 16, 2010
“I know that we can all do it!”
The phrase was still ringing in my ears when the show ended. That night, I could still remember, I was watching a show titled ‘The Longest Yard’. Somehow while watching the show, it dug out one of my saddest memories that I had struggled to bury deep in my heart all this years.
The show was about convicts working together, encouraging each other in a ‘quest’ to defeat the guards in an American football game.
Well, in watching this, I suddenly had a flash back. I could still remember the words spoken by him...
“Are you alright? Do you need help? I’m very good in math and mother tongue and... a lot more...”
That was the very first time I met Ryan. He became my first friend that year due to the fact that all those years, I was unable to communicate well and make friends so, people stayed away from me but not Ryan. Throughout my kindergarten years, he helped me improve and become better in my studies. He encouraged me to keep going and not to diminish my confidence in myself just because others say that I can’t do it. Just like the inmates in the show, they encouraged each other and looked out for each other, in an indirect way.
And so, I became good friends with Ryan. It just so happened that he stayed at the same block with me at Woodlands Ave 5. We took the same school bus home, played together, did homework together and occasionally, he would come over for dinner. He was an only child and his parents were usually at work the whole day. It was partly his fault that I act like a boy. But I was happy to have a friend. My mother was especially happy to know that I was a changed person, able to do things confidently.
Ryan went to the same primary school with me and we went to the same class together. We always grouped together to do projects and we always scored high in our studies. Unfortunately, I was slow in capturing what the teacher was saying. But with Ryan’s help, I was able to do my work. He helped me to become independent, in a way. Just like what the coach did to the convicts he helped them understand where they went wrong during training.
Then during primary four, we both went neck to neck and got first in the whole class and level. We celebrated. One December night, Ryan called me and said,
“I’m sorry for telling you last minute but I really wanted to say good bye before going.”
That week, Ryan was going to migrate to Canada because his mother was sick and the condition in Singapore was unsuitable for her. I cried really hard that night and I couldn’t sleep for a week. I lost all contact with him but despite all these, I knew that life had to go on and we should not drawl on something too much just like the inmates in ‘The Longest Yard’.
-Fatin
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Messedsy&& 3:22 PM
;Saturday, April 10, 2010
"God pours life into death and death into life without a drop being spilled."
- Author Unknown
It has been eleven months since the mysterious disappearance of my neighbour Aunty Rosita. I was good friends with her children Nurul and Fairuz, but now it seemed like they had all moved away. I never notice them walking to school or taking the lift with my family anymore. That part of the corridor was always empty, as if life there had came to a standstill. The usual laughter and warm ambience of the house had left with the family that brought it.
I had this annoying (to my parents) habit of blowing the windchime that was hung outside Aunty Rosa's house. My parents were exasperated but I continued because I half-believed it would bring me good luck and encouragement to start the day right. The sweet music trickling from the seashells filled me with a sense of peace.
One day, my mother saw me blowing the windchime again and she said, "Jun(my pet name), Aunty Rosita died."
I was stunned. "Huh?" Question marks popped above my head.
"Don't tell Didi (my brother). He might be scared going out alone to throw rubbish." My mother sighed as we walked towards our house at the other end of the corridor. "Papa and I wanted to tell you all, but we didn't because it would be a huge blow."
And it was! Aunty Rosita died? I just refused to believe it. I have never experienced death so close to me before, and Aunty Rosita was our family's best friend. We always stopped to chat with her family every weekend. Once she remarked, "Next time must go Cedar Girls' ah! Very good school. I come from there, so you must go ah!" Her remark stayed with me for the whole year bacause I did not want to disappoint her.
Her death explains it all; her family's 'disappearance', the empty house and my parents' unease with me blowing the windchime. It reminds them of her untimely death. Now I stopped blowing the windchime, partly because I was scared her ghost would come and haunt me whenever I throw the rubbish.
Sometimes I wondered; were my parents telling the truth? It was too surreal.
-Rebecca
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Messedsy&& 12:52 PM
;Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Well, let me start off by saying that this is my first time teaching children and according to my experience, teaching children is not all that bad unless they do not pay attention to you.
Well, yesterday, I went to Canossaville Childrens Home to tutor the children.As usual, I got a primary four girl name Xiao Xuan.(I hope I did not spell her name wrongly) I personally feel that the girl that I'm teaching does not need any teaching but alas, it is for CIP hours. But I feel that I have already created a bond between ourselves and I'm really proud of myself.
Well,what happened on that day was both memorable and hilarious. I was teaching Xiao Xuan about classification of animals whe she aked me, " Are bird warm-blooded?"
That got me thinking for a while. Are birds cold-blooded? And I told," No,birds are cold-blooded."
Then today during science, Mrs Toh my Science teacher recapped with us about classification and is just so happened that bird are warm-blooded! I couldn't believe my ears.I thought Xiao Xuan the wrong thing! What bad luck. Me and Kavitha were laughing over the whole thing the whole day.
Kavitha asked me, " What was your reason that made you say that birds are cold-blooded?"
I told her that is was because I saw once on the net a diagram of a bird with only blue line so...I guess that my brain just think in different ways.Well that all I have to say for today.
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Messedsy&& 8:57 PM
;Sunday, April 4, 2010
Hello. I am going to talk about Wednesday's track training in school.
That day, my shin and ankle was painful and i could hardly jump at all. So i told my coach and he let me rest. Not long after, the other jumpers were allowed to rest too as training had ended.
Then came the exciting part because we were going to celebrate Ms Yang and the sprints' coach's birthday! Me and Valerie stood there waiting, waiting to steal the cake. However, Valerie gave up soon after as she had to leave already.
So as usual, we sang the birthday song for them and cut the cake too. The next part is the exciting one. Clara and the sprinters had gotten Ms Yang a G-STRING as a birthday present! And it was pink in colour too. I guess that Ms Yang was quite shock that she did not utter a word, but just stood there and laughed her heart out!
The secondary ones were playing with the food and suddenly, one of them-Shanna, decided to play a prank on Amanda, the sprints captain. Shanna took a small piece of the cake and threw it at her. We were all having a good time playing when suddenly, Tiffany, the jumps captain, scolded us for playing. "Stop playing! What if you injure yourself!" Although what she said made a lot of sense, i somehow felt that maybe letting us play for a while wouldnt be that bad as we just wanted to let our hair down and have a good time. But obediently, we listened to her and just cleared the mess we had made. None of us wanted to have our moods dampened.
After a while later, i went back home with my sister. That is a day i never want to forget.
Charmaine.
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Messedsy&& 1:16 PM
;Saturday, April 3, 2010
Hello! This is Rebecca and I am reviewing the blog http://www.shinee-blueish-tofu.blogspot.com/.
(Sorry Chor Ying; I just cannot find a suitable blog to comment on. Hope you do not mind.)
My Comments:
For the category 'Presentation and Layout', I would give the blog a 3 1/2 as it is very attractive and interesting and the elements such as 'Entries' and 'Friends' are located on top of the blog. The layout is unique and the use of colours reflect her personality. However, the background is quite dull and it is not vibrant and looks faded.
For the category 'Design and Graphics', I would also give her a 4 as she has excellent pictures to depict her life and her interests, drawing the reader deeper into her world, making them feel as if they are inside. Her pictures are very clear and they have a purpose.
For the category 'Interest', I would give her a 4 too as she made the blog interesting and she is humorous and natural when expressing her emotions and her daily events, compelling her readers to come back to read more and find out more about her life. People can relate to her posts very well and so that is the 'draw factor' of her blog.
Good job, Chor Ying!
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Messedsy&& 4:23 PM
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Life...
It is a bed of roses, but how about the thorns? There will inevitably be thorns that will cut you but soon heal; some that will leave no more than a scratch; but there will be some which will prick your heart deeply, and no matter how you try to pull it out it will remain. There is one such thorn in my life...
On Wednesday night I met the old man again.
His wispy white hair was thinner than the last time I saw him. He was a familiar sight to the commuters at Ang Mo Kio Interchange; he always wore the same shirt and the same pants. There were a few gentle pockmarks on his wrinkled face; his skin was darker than mine. His white cane moved about with a life of its own, tapping everywhere, like an overzealous woodpecker. His eyes were lifeless and closed as he stood in front of me waiting for Bus 25.
Bus 25 came. I walked to the doors and I saw a boy in Serangoon Gardens Secondary School uniform helping the man up the bus. When the boy was fumbling, trying to help the man tap his card and at the same time trying to tap his own ez-link card, I took over and supported the old man to a seat near the exit of the bus.
He sat down. He looked around aimlessly and he whispered a 'thank you' into the air. I smiled as he said this to a different person every week. Last week it was a middle-aged lady and the woman standing next to her and the previous week, it was a tattooed young man with hoop earrings and a choker.
The incident was so memorable because it stirred up so much feelings. I thought that it was unfortunate that the old man did not thank the boy in school uniform, and I admired the old man, having the courage to leave the safety of his house and live independently despite his handicap. However, most importantly it shows that if Singaporeans are willing to support each other although they are total strangers, and have the initiative to help fellow men (and women) in need, Singapore will be much more pleasant, and the Forum would not be flooded with letters of complaints against taxi drivers and bus conductors and rude aunties and littering youths and old men who are naked in the shopping centre and...
Seriously though, this shows that Singaporeans in reality are civic-minded and not self-centred, just that we do not publicise the good acts, only the ungracious acts. We should praise and encourage our own people. I see very few letters praising courtesy in the Forum, and those few are all written by foreigners.
Seriously though, this shows that Singaporeans in reality are civic-minded and not self-centred, just that we do not publicise the good acts, only the ungracious acts. We should praise and encourage our own people. I see very few letters praising courtesy in the Forum, and those few are all written by foreigners.
By: Rebecca
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Messedsy&& 2:27 PM
;Friday, April 2, 2010
Hello there.Today I would like to share with all of you something that I experienced when my great-grandmother was alive.She died at the age of 104 years old two years ago and I still miss her till today.Well let us get beck to the story.Well,I was about nine when this happened.
I was at the 'kampong' where my great-grandmother stayed.My great-grandmother owns a huge amount of land and it just so happened that on that day,there were lots of durians on the ground in the forest so she asked my brother and me to pick those that were still fresh and bring them into house so that the family can have durian dessert after dinner.As you know,typical Singaporeans such as me and brother were very enthusiastic and we challenged each other to see who could pick the most durians.After a while,we got tired and decided to go indoors to rest.On the way back,my brother suddenly stopped.I asked him what was wrong and he told me to keep quiet.His whole frame was rigid and I could see that he was pale.Then,I saw why.There was a snake coiled around his right foot.I was scared stiff.
I was paralyzed for a moment until my brother hissed to me,"Help.Get help.Fast!"
I could barely register what he was saying but I finally plucked up the courage to run to the house and get help.I quickly told my father about my brother and he and my grandfather went with me back to 'rescue' my brother.My grandfather,who so happens to be a silat master caught the snake with his bare hands.He then placed it in a basket and went deep into the forest to release the snake while I on the other hand was crying my eyes out while holding onto my brother who too was shaken by what had happen. I would never forget this incident till today because this is one of the memories I have before my great-grandmother died.
-Fatin
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Messedsy&& 9:24 PM
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Hi there.This is my blog rating.
Presentation and Layout
( 3 ) I rate the presentation and layout 3 points because it is not that attractive because of the use of colours are dull however it is well organised and the postings are paragraphed well. It is easy to locate the important elements such as the authors comments of dates of posting. The postings are related to the theme which is ‘How to become a leading scientist’.
Theme
( 2 ) I rate the theme 2 points because the postings and links are related to the theme. The quality of the blog is good but there are no pictures to help the reader to understand what the author is writing about.
Design and Graphics
( 2 ) I rate the design and graphics 2 points because there is not much pictures on the blog and it is boring but the design is related to the theme.
Interest
( 4 ) I rate its interest 4 points because if I were someone who wants to become a scientist, I would visit this blog because it recounts about what other people who want to become a scientist go through during their journey to become a scientist.
Fatin
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Messedsy&& 9:20 PM
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Hello!
This is my personal recount.
On Monday, 29th of March, during track and field training, I was with Debbie, my classmate, Shi Li, a friend from another class, and a senior who guided us. Looking up at the grey clouds, I told Shi Li, “It is going to rain. Look at the sky and oh!” Shi Li, Debbie, our senior and I shouted almost at the same time. “Lightning!” “Never mind, I think it’s all right. The coach will tell us to stop if the situation gets worse.” The senior advised us to carry on.
We were joking around, saying that the tallest among us would have to be careful and not to get struck by the lightning. “Oh! Did you feel that?” Shi Li suddenly asked. “Feel what?” Debbie was puzzled. “I felt raindrops.” Shi Li replied. “Raindrops?! Are you mad? No, I can’t feel it. I think you’re crazy!” exclaimed Debbie. I was smiling. It was interesting to see the minor quarrel they had with each other. You can never expect what would happen. Perhaps Shi Li would suddenly go mad and laugh in a strange manner helplessly, unable to stop and control herself or Debbie suddenly shouting and laughing at the same time. “Maybe.” Shi Li shrugged. After a few minutes, I felt it. “Hey! Shi Li! I felt it too!” I shouted as I went over to Shi Li. “Are you guys seriously mad? I can’t feel anything! Are you sure you’re not hallucinating?” Debbie looked at us with an incredulous look on her face. Just after a few seconds, Debbie admitted. “Okay, I feel it.” The rest of us could not help but laugh. One moment ago she was just asking if we were mad and next she was in the same situation as us.
“Hurry and pack up!” The coach from the other side of the field roared. We grabbed our bottles and ran for our lives. Well, we certainly did not wish to disobey the coach or else I guess consequences would have been dire. “Run!” When running, Shi Li and Debbie was shouting to each other and laughing at the same time. Reaching the shelter, we heaved a sigh of relief. All of a sudden, the wind caused the sand nearby to fly into several people’s eyes. Most unfortunately, I was one of the victims and could do nothing but to give Debbie and Shi Li, who were laughing hysterically at the people by then, an annoyed look. We went into the gym and after some stretching, Debbie returned home. However, it was raining heavily and I decided to stay in the school with another friend until the rain stopped. After an hour or so, I returned home with the friend. The day was certainly a day that I would not want to forget.
Ue Tsz
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Messedsy&& 1:46 PM
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Hello!
Ue Tsz is here again, this time with her ratings on a blog on personal recounts!
The link for the blog is http://heartyyzs-x.blogspot.com/.
Presentation and Layout: (2)
The background is all white in colour, except for the title. In spite of the plain white background, the important elements are easy to locate, such as the categorized posts.
Theme: (3)
There are many pictures at the start of the most recent post and some captions.
Design and Graphics: (3)
There are designs and special graphics made by the blog owner herself in which makes the blog more interesting and unique from others.
Interest: (3)
The blog owner had added music and other interesting features such as the chat box and her wish list, as well as her personal profile. There are posts in which they are short but I am able to know about all the happenings during the day. I would not feel bored reading the posts.
Ue Tsz
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Messedsy&& 1:41 PM
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We are doing on the theme "Our Memorable Moments"!
Thank you for reading!
Ue Tsz
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Messedsy&& 12:51 PM