Monday 25 February 2013
Should Parents Play Snoop ? 2A
Remember the laugh we have? Hahahahahaaa...nononono.....please, NO. But I am lucky because my mom do not use internet. My secrets must have been hidden tightly.
Tuesday 19 February 2013
Emotionally Abused >>2A
Dear friends... I get this article from teacher "Do You Emotionally Abused your Child?"
Remember the discussion in class about parents who do not realise that they are abusing their own child, like us? "Parents continuously criticize the child" that is one statement in the article. I like it. Sometimes, our parents just ignore our feelings, right?
Remember the discussion in class about parents who do not realise that they are abusing their own child, like us? "Parents continuously criticize the child" that is one statement in the article. I like it. Sometimes, our parents just ignore our feelings, right?
Sunday 10 February 2013
Mother's Love >>> 2C
Staph
A SHORT SHORT STORY
byhttp://narrativemagazine.com/issues/stories-week-2010%E2%80%932011/staph Sandra ScofieldThe two children were in their own world.They do not understand the adults' world.For them what is important is to have food when they hungry and to have the toys when they want to play. They are feelingless.When one of the sisters said the mother might have dead, the other want do not show any feeling.She just ask the sister to play the jewelry game with her.When the father came home, they do not understand why the father was crying.They just go to sleep.
This story shows that sometimes kids do not really understand what is happening around them.They always take things easy. What do you think?
The Opposite of free (2A)
The Opposite of Free
Angi Becker Stevens
Angi Becker Stevens
I bought the cheapest wedding band I could find—$59.95 at Kmart, and worth every penny. I started wearing it to bars not so that men would leave me alone, but for the opposite reason, so that they would take me home with no strings attached.
There are plenty of men looking only for casual arrangements. The trouble is that if you are a woman and you claim you want the same thing, men think one of two things: either you're lying, just trying to get your hooks in and next thing they know you'll be talking about china patterns, or you're a slut. Men, I've learned, are suspicious if you are too willing. They want sex without commitment, but they balk when it is actually offered. Marriage frees a girl from these things. When I meet a man, I am trapped in a dead-end unfulfilling marriage. I am looking for someone to make me feel desired for one night, or maybe a succession of Saturday nights. I cannot possibly be seeking all the stickiness of commitment; I'm already up to my eyeballs in that. Nor am I trashy. I'm simply lonely, unappreciated, unloved. Men are free to date me, even to pine for me, without the threat of any expectations. I am exactly what they're looking for.
For me, the arrangement has been no less perfect. Everything is on my terms. Men cannot call me because my husband could be around, so I have to call them. We cannot ever go to my place. If I want to break it off, I need only say that I am weighed down by guilt, that I want to make an honest go of working this whole marriage thing out. Men accept boundaries and ground rules from me that they would never tolerate from a single woman. And late at night, I go home to my own apartment, my own life. I stretch out in a bed that is only mine.
It sounds hopelessly naïve, but I never saw any of the ways this could become complicated. I counted on myself to not fall in love. I've been sleeping with David on and off for nearly a year now, though, and I am trying to decide whether I am willing to leave my imaginary husband for him. David has not ever met my parents or my sister or my friends. He has never seen my apartment. And yet there are strings attached, anyway. Sticky filaments wrapped around us like a web. I'm pretty sure that I love him. I'm just not sure if that's enough.
"Martin doesn't deserve you," David tells me. Though he has never met Martin, because he does not exist, David feels qualified to make this judgment. What I'm thinking about is what I deserve, and what I don't. Once, this kind of having my cake and eating it too seemed harmless. All the rush and excitement of the affair, without the betrayed husband sulking at home. I look at David now and realize he's the one I'm betraying. The one I owe more than this.
Sometimes, I pretend Martin is out of town for the weekend on business. David and I stay up late and sleep in, and he brings me coffee in bed in the morning. "It could be like this everyday," he says. "Don't you want this everyday?" I'm not certain of the answer, only certain of how it would crush him if he knew the truth: that I am the only thing in the way. David slides back under the covers next to me, drapes an arm over my waist. I imagine sitting down with all of my friends and family and calmly explaining the situation: so when he talks about my first husband, just smile and nod, okay guys? I allow myself to pretend it could be that simple. David breathes into my neck, and I remember how I thought I was un-complicating my life, once. How it never occurred to me all the ways a lie can grow, become impossible to undo.
David traces a fingertip down my arm, stopping on the band around my finger. "When are you going to leave him?" he whispers.
"I don't know," I say. Real tears catch in my throat. "I don't know what to do." That much, at least, is absolutely true. I clench my hand into a tight fist around the cheap, thin ring and think how easily it would bend, how easily it would break. How I feel every bit as trapped as I have ever pretended to be.
There are plenty of men looking only for casual arrangements. The trouble is that if you are a woman and you claim you want the same thing, men think one of two things: either you're lying, just trying to get your hooks in and next thing they know you'll be talking about china patterns, or you're a slut. Men, I've learned, are suspicious if you are too willing. They want sex without commitment, but they balk when it is actually offered. Marriage frees a girl from these things. When I meet a man, I am trapped in a dead-end unfulfilling marriage. I am looking for someone to make me feel desired for one night, or maybe a succession of Saturday nights. I cannot possibly be seeking all the stickiness of commitment; I'm already up to my eyeballs in that. Nor am I trashy. I'm simply lonely, unappreciated, unloved. Men are free to date me, even to pine for me, without the threat of any expectations. I am exactly what they're looking for.
For me, the arrangement has been no less perfect. Everything is on my terms. Men cannot call me because my husband could be around, so I have to call them. We cannot ever go to my place. If I want to break it off, I need only say that I am weighed down by guilt, that I want to make an honest go of working this whole marriage thing out. Men accept boundaries and ground rules from me that they would never tolerate from a single woman. And late at night, I go home to my own apartment, my own life. I stretch out in a bed that is only mine.
It sounds hopelessly naïve, but I never saw any of the ways this could become complicated. I counted on myself to not fall in love. I've been sleeping with David on and off for nearly a year now, though, and I am trying to decide whether I am willing to leave my imaginary husband for him. David has not ever met my parents or my sister or my friends. He has never seen my apartment. And yet there are strings attached, anyway. Sticky filaments wrapped around us like a web. I'm pretty sure that I love him. I'm just not sure if that's enough.
"Martin doesn't deserve you," David tells me. Though he has never met Martin, because he does not exist, David feels qualified to make this judgment. What I'm thinking about is what I deserve, and what I don't. Once, this kind of having my cake and eating it too seemed harmless. All the rush and excitement of the affair, without the betrayed husband sulking at home. I look at David now and realize he's the one I'm betraying. The one I owe more than this.
Sometimes, I pretend Martin is out of town for the weekend on business. David and I stay up late and sleep in, and he brings me coffee in bed in the morning. "It could be like this everyday," he says. "Don't you want this everyday?" I'm not certain of the answer, only certain of how it would crush him if he knew the truth: that I am the only thing in the way. David slides back under the covers next to me, drapes an arm over my waist. I imagine sitting down with all of my friends and family and calmly explaining the situation: so when he talks about my first husband, just smile and nod, okay guys? I allow myself to pretend it could be that simple. David breathes into my neck, and I remember how I thought I was un-complicating my life, once. How it never occurred to me all the ways a lie can grow, become impossible to undo.
David traces a fingertip down my arm, stopping on the band around my finger. "When are you going to leave him?" he whispers.
"I don't know," I say. Real tears catch in my throat. "I don't know what to do." That much, at least, is absolutely true. I clench my hand into a tight fist around the cheap, thin ring and think how easily it would bend, how easily it would break. How I feel every bit as trapped as I have ever pretended to be.
Angi Becker Stevens lives in Michigan. She has had stories in Pank, The Collagist, Monkeybicycle, SmokeLong Quarterly and others.
To link to this story directly: http://wigleaf.com/201103oppos.htm
I JUST TAKE THE WHOLE STORY HERE SO THAT YOU CAN READ THIS DIRECTLY WITHOUT GOING TO THE WEBSITE. THE CHARACTER IN THE STORY, A LADY WAS TRYING TO CREATE A RELATIONSHIP WITH A MAN BUT SHE DOES NOT WANT ANY COMMITMENTS.WHAT SHE DID? SHE BUY A RING AND PRETEND THAT SHE IS MARRIED.SHE WENT OUT AT NIGHT, TRYING TO GET ANY MAN BUT SHE PRETENDED THAT THE MAN CANNOT CONTACT HIM, AFRAID THE HUBBY WILL KNOW.SO, SHE CONTACTS THE MAN.THIS GOES ON AND SHE ENJOY THIS.WHAT DO YOU THINK?
We Will Plan Big Things >> 2E
I go through this story. It is a bit long but you will never regret if you read this. The short story is titled " We Will Plan Big Things". You can d it online on http://killauthor.com/issuefifteen/mary-stone/
The writer is Mary Stone.
The story describe about a relationship between 2 women (no name given). They are too happ[y to be in each other hands. They realized that all these time, they were both too busy with their boyfriends until they rarely spending time together.They also realized that most of the time, their boyfriends make decisions for them untill they cannot make even a simple decision on their own. Finally the two women know that whatever happen, their friendship will never end and they have each other to rely on. They started to plan their future together.
Read this. I think the girls in our class should read this, especially those girls who have boyfriends :) :)
The writer is Mary Stone.
The story describe about a relationship between 2 women (no name given). They are too happ[y to be in each other hands. They realized that all these time, they were both too busy with their boyfriends until they rarely spending time together.They also realized that most of the time, their boyfriends make decisions for them untill they cannot make even a simple decision on their own. Finally the two women know that whatever happen, their friendship will never end and they have each other to rely on. They started to plan their future together.
Read this. I think the girls in our class should read this, especially those girls who have boyfriends :) :)
We Are Left Behind :2E
Alpha 2, we are left behind. I browse through the other group blogs (including Alpha 5), they started posting and commenting. Our group not start anything yet.
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