Monday, August 23, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
A single drop of pureness
Slipping down my paw
As light falls on the little gem,
Others begin to thaw.
Nothing beats the rise
Monday, August 16, 2010
Since some people said they have problems viewing my video, I will send you another copy of the recording. Here it is.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
I think the main focus of this picture is the man who is ferrying two passengers on the trishaw. He has to ferry people on a busy road full of cars for a living. He is having a very tough time as he is heading in the opposite direction of the main traffic and has to dodge vehicles heading towards him while concentrating on pulling his passengers to their destination.
The message of the picture is that there is a growing poverty gap causing the rich to be very rich and the poor to be very poor. This picture clearly shows that. The man pulling the trishaw has to do backbreaking work to bring home the bread and cannot afford even shoes while others, like the person on the motorcycle, are rich enough to afford their own vehicles.
I feel that the photograph is very clear, the message is clear too. I do not think it needs any adjustments.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
The full video is 1mins 10s long, so if the video hangs, won't load, is suddenly shortened, you may click this link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dbX3Mpwti2k
Anyways, here is the script
I feel that the focus of this image is that the old man which still has to ferry passengers for a living despite his age is blocking the route of the progress of the rich of the society who can afford motorised vehicles. The main character is the old man and the setting is that of a busy street. I think that the story is that since the different modes of transports of the rich and the poor move at different paces, the poor of the community might be a problem to it in the future by literally slowing or halting the process of which the community progresses as depicted in this picture. I think that the message the photographer is trying to convey is that there is still financial disparity in the community and that it is gradually becoming a problem. I like the photo as it informs us that such problems still exist. I do not wish to make any changes to the photograph as it already displays the financial disparity between the rich and the poor and any changes might blur the message.
The focus of this picture is the baby in the middle as the people in
the picture are smiling happily at him, so I believe that that is the
focus of this picture. There are six people in the picture, two are
sleeping. They all look happy together, although they are staying in a
very small and dirty area. I think that the story behind this picture
is that it is now a time of hardship and many people have become very
poor, causing them to have to stay in this type of place. I believe
that the message that the photographer is trying to convey with the
message is that a family can still live together happily even though
they are poor. What I like about this picture is that it shows the
type of place people have to live in if they are poor. If I was the
photographer, I would try to take the photo with another background
instead of the current one.
The focus of the image is the mother and her child sleeping on a big blanket on the dirt street. This is so as they are the only human characters being portrayed in the image.
Both mother and child are facing the background, so as to ignore noise, that would disturb their sleep. In front of the mother, is a metal wire frame, with many cloths and towels being hung up. These clothes and towels might be the mother’s laundry, being hung up to dry. Behind the metal frame is a hill of dirty clothes, piled up to around waist height. There is also a pile of relatively clean clothes on the right side of the image, that is being covered by a huge brown cloth, so as to prevent the clothes underneath to get hit by anymore dirt.
I think that the image is trying to show us part of the daily lives of single mothers taking care of a child in poverty. I believe this is so for the photographer did not include any evidence that there might be a father helping to look after the child. If the mother were to be a woman of much wealth, she would not be sleeping on the streets with only a blanket and a pillow to be her entire bed.
I think that the photographer is trying to tell us that poverty is not to be ignored and we have to treasure what we have now for there are people more worse off than us.
The only thing I dislike about the image is that there is a hand sticking out of the left side of the image. If I was the photographer, I would have waited for the person whose hand is in the image to walk past before taking the picture.
Image two c shows four people resting in a hut. They are very happy though they look very poor. They live in a very small hut which is not a very good shelter. I think that we living in Singapore should be very grateful because we do not live in conditions like this. However, many of us take granted of the luxury that we have. We live in home better than this but we still are not close to our family. I am sure that many of the citizens of this country live like this. I like this picture because it shows happiness. Also, it makes me realize how fortunate we are in Singapore. However, I dislike this picture because it makes me upset. It shows how difficult other people in other countries are. I wish we could help them somehow. I would like to build them a proper home if I were given a chance.
The focus of this image is a mother with her children. The photographer has made sure to show their facial expression. They are sitting down and chatting happily with one another. The youngest child is sitting in a hammock. They do not seem well-off as they are seated on the ground with no shoes and two boys are not wearing a shirt. There are two of them sleeping on the hard ground. Their father is no where to be seen in the picture so I assume that he is working to earn money and feed the family. Despite their poverty, they seem to be very happy and make the best out of situation. The photographer is most probably trying to tell us how fortunate we are to have a comfortable bed to sleep in, that we have parents who care about us and so on. We have to learn to appreciate the things that we have. I like that the image shows a ordinary scenario in an extraordinary way. A family chatting together is an ordinary thing to do for us but it is the story behind it and the details which make it extraordinary. If I were the photographer, I would have stepped back a little and changed the angle such that the mother's back would not be cut.
These are the work.
The focus of the picture is the poor man pulling the rickshaw as the surrounding mode of transport are taxi, motorcycles but then only the poor man is pulling a rickshaw. This shows the poor and the rich differences between the mode of transport and the way to earn money. The old man looked very tired and dirty as he trudged along the road. He must have had a long and tiring day bringing customers to and fro based on his own legs and arm strength. Taxi filled the road as there seemed to be a jam. 2 customers sat on the rickshaw looking at the poor man. They might have took pity on him and decided to take a rickshaw ride instead of taking taxi. I think that the messages are all about the poor and the rich. Showing us the poor and the rich about the reality of our lives. How cruel the world is when some are so rich they could afford a mansion while some are so poor they cannot even fill their stomach 3 times a day, I think that the photographer is trying to tell us to be generous to feel the poor's poorness and so we will learn to be more conservative and also be kind so next time when we meet a beggar or someone old and poor, we will be generous and kind enough to give him some extra money we had. The only problem with this picture is that the details of the pictures are not detailed enough. I could not see clearly if the 2 passengers are angry or pitiful about the poor man. I would choose to take a picture which shows a better clearer view of the man's sufferings. so as to emphasize the differences between the rich and the poor.
The focus of the picture is about a family who is happy and are chatting among themselves. I can see this and know it through the smiles on their faces.
There are four people in the picture, three boys and a woman, probably their mother. Two of the boys are topless and one of the boys is wearing the shirt. The boys are thin to the bone, indicating that they are very poor. The surroundings look very cluttered, as if as they are crammed into a very small space. It also looks very untidy, but the boys and their mother do not mind.
I think that the story behind this picture is derived from the happy looks over everyone, even though they are living in a slum. I think the writer is trying to tell us that even though one is poor, it does not mean that one cannot enjoy life and be happy, that money is not everything.
If I were the photographer, I would have zoomed in a little bit more, to capture the boys' expressions, and to lessen the background, but make it still visible that they are living in a slum
I edited a bit when I was speaking, do not be surprised if what I said was different from the script. Thanks.
Two boys are seated and are observing their surroundings, with happy faces. A woman, their mother, is observing them and smiling, contented that her sons are reasonably happy. A baby, one that cannot be more than 3 years old, smiles at one of the boys.
It could be possible that the day was sunny after a few days of rain, and the boys were happy they would not have to get wet, or that they enjoyed looking at people around. It could also be possible that there is more company than usual in that area.
We should always cherish what we have. In the photo, it is prominently seen that the family was happy, even though they were living beside a street. Taking that as an example, we should be happy, even though we may not always get whatever we want.
The image shows too much the main characters and too little on the surroundings. If I were the photographer, I would actually walk out of the picture or zoom out and take them with the setting of the photo.
The focus of the image is the children who are talking to each other, as they are the closest to the camera, and are not blurred. The characters have smiles plastered onto their faces, and some of the boys are shirtless. There are two children sleeping on the floor, which leads me to think that the family is poor. I think the story that lies behind the image is about a poor family, but they are still happy as they have each other. I think this is so as the family is poor, but they are smiling, with happy looks on their faces, perhaps talking about a funny happening in the day. The photographer may be trying to say that happiness is reachable everywhere, and that we should not let something like poverty dampen our spirits. I like that the people in the picture are smiling, and it is easy to see the expressions of the faces. If I were the photographer, I would have taken the picture from a different angle, so that the background would not be so distracting.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
A happy family is seated down, chatting excitedly among themselves. They appear to be poor, as two of the children are sleeping on the cold, hard floor. It seemed that that was their home. A small, confined place. A toddler is sitting upon a small hammock, seemingly cheerful. Although poor, the family is still happy as long as they are together as one.
It is probably a period of harsh times, where it is important to stay together as a family. Perhaps the dark period is going to be over, so the family is excited and happy. Perhaps the family members have learnt to appreciate each other after the event.
The photographer is probably trying to convey the message that it doesn't matter whether we are poor or not, as long as we stay together as a happy family.
I like the fact that the image captured the expressions on each individual clearly. If I were the photographer, I would take the picture at a different angle such that it would eliminate the background.
The focuses of this image are the two people sleeping on a cloth and the clothes that are hung and placed around them. The photographer had taken this photo to show the living conditions of the people. Hence, I think the focuses of this photo are the people and the clothes, since they stand out in the photo.
It was daylight. Spread across the hard and cold floor is a thin sheet of cloth. Lying on top of this sheet of cloth is an adult and a child who are fast asleep. They seemed like they have not slept for days. The duo seemed like they are poor and homeless as the child is not in school. The clothes that they wear look old and dirty. However, they do not seem like they are too particular with hygiene and cleanliness. A variation of clothes ranging in sizes and colours are arranged haphazardly around them.
I think the story that lies behind this image is to show people that poverty is widespread in the world. Many people are facing poverty and they do not have a proper home to live in.
I think the message that the photographer is seeking to convey through the image is to remind those who are more fortunate to cherish the things that they have and not take the things that they have for granted.
I like the way the photographer had taken the photograph as it made the people and the clothes stand out in the photograph. If I were the photographer, I would have taken a photo of the people in the front view and zoom out to take a picture of the "house" that they live in.
The focus of this picture is the man pulling the rickshaw and his richer surroundings. This is because there is a stark contrast between the poorer man and his richer surroundings. I think the story is about the financial disparity between Indians as the country develops, and many are still poor and impoverished. I think the message the photographer is trying to send is that while India is becoming richer, many Indians are still poor. I like the image because it is realistic, and it shows the horrible truth. If I were the photographer, I would show more contrast between the poor and rich.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Twinkle twinkle, goes the wrapper.
As shiny as a light reflector.
Crinkle crinkle, tearing the wrapper,
Underneath it, something better.
Sniff sniff, it smells like cocoa,
Hmm, is it made of dough?
Nibble! Nibble! Munch! Munch!
Yum! Yum! Crunch! Crunch!
It is as brown as coffee,
as sweet as honey,
as tasty as jelly!
It is heavenly!
Om nom nom!
The remaining chocolate are gone too.
Oh, sorry, am I supposed to leave some for you?
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Mrs Nair ask me to post.
Here it is:
Everything I wake up and go to school.
Trying not to sleep in the bus and drool.
When I reach school, a very huge place,
It kinds of leave me in a daze.
Students dashing about in all directions
Some trying to do some funny actions
Teachers all something their heads off,
All ending up with a really bad cough.
Around the corridors some students lurk,
Trying to ask people to let them copy their homework.
“Ding Dong!” It’s assembly time,
Everyone rushes as the ding-dong bells chime
Frantic students run in late
As fast as a pair of speeding skates
This is typical day at school,
I still think it’s kind of cool.
as their weapons ignite with fires alike
as one, they strike with the swiftness of lightning
making the opponent see no point in fighting
many will ask and most will say "who?"
but for those who know, they fear the name "Tahu"
They're cold as ice, with their lifeless eyes
their frosty glare, their motionless stare
with a touch of frost on every blade
provoking one will seal your fate
the silent strikers, with eyes dark as tar
the cold-blooded beings called "Kopaka"
Fire which melts, Ice, that freezes
Stuck together, as Toa brothers
that is the code, to all Toa who stand
against the Evil, who covets the land
(Was asked to post by Mrs. Nair)
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Castle B - The grand castle, the one where the rich and famous billionaire lived, was abandoned. The bridge leading to it was destroyed. Perhaps The Magnificent One was meant to be left alone. Like an antique. The bridge was destroyed. No one knows what is inside, or if there is anything inside. One thing’s for sure. The bridge was destroyed on purpose.
(Pardon me for the essence of the moon, I actually wanted to right milk, but it didn't sound right?)
A beautiful stream of water flowed. The building at the end of it was glorious, majestic. I had never seen anything like it before. The blue tips shone. The white body glowed. A forest surrounded the castle. Green and luscious, it seemed to be serene because of the pinnacle of beauty. The water, too, seemed happy to reflect the colours of its peaceful surroundings. None of them wants to be left out.
The setting sun made the clouds seem more menaced, more scary. Beneath the ashen-gray clouds, a castle stood. Tall, but isolated. It was quiet on that hill. The wind did not even gave a sound. Who would live in such a place? Even the muddy path leading up to it seems to give the impression that it was unfit for a king, queen or even a civilian.
Only a peasant could live up there.
At long last, the new castle was built. After many long months of laboring to complete the castle with its high white walls and the beautiful lake around it, it was finally completed. It was such an enormous castle, that even the servants could get lost in it. It had a grand royal gate, a garden with perfectly tamed grass and many exotic trees along with it. Everyone knew of the castle, despite it being so new, and everyone knew that the princess was trying to find a suitable groom. Everyone who came by was deemed not good enough by the king for the perfect princess, who was attractive, intelligent and well-mannered. All men wanted to be her husband, but all who tried had failed, as the kings expectations were extremely high. All of this was something that a beggar like Julian could only dream of. But one day changed his life forever……
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
The majestic blue rooftop gave the castle a majestic look, the look that was fit for royalty. The white - grey bricks that made the whole body strong and sturdy, it made it look like it was made to endure strong winds and storms, it made it look like it could endure anything.
The golden touches gave the castle a truly high-class look, it fitted the rich and royal living in the castle.
The light red and white bricks that made up the boundary of the castle, made the already sturdy castle look even safer.
The luscious green lake contrasted the high class look of the castle with the natural green look reflected off the greenery surrounding the castle. The castle reflected over the green lake.
With everything I saw, it truly makes me wonder, who lives here?
The once bustling castle now stood abandoned. three hundred years ago, this used to be the ballroom where nobility flocked to from all over the kingdom, a chattering market of conversation, and the pride of the people of Eggland. Now, the castle stays tranquil, and the only people who go there are tourists, historians and the groundskeeper.
The prominent blue cone above the white towers looked majestic in the setting sun. The mountaintop castle had stood for hundreds of years, been the home of many a lord, and witness to many a tragedy. A winding path leads up the mountain to the door of the castle, and at the other end of the path stood a destroyed bridge. The bridge had been torn down to halt the army of the Purples, by cutting it off from the Kingdom of Gorillas. Not for long...
The sun's brught and brilliant rays start to slowly fade away, leaving a array of colour gradients ranging from blue to orange to red, it was just the right combination, it filled the sky and signified the coming of night. There was huge mountain that was nice brown colour and on top of it stood a castle, from the bottom it seemed high and mighty. It was solid and sturdy, made to endure heavy winds and storms. It had a blue roof which matched the white colour of the castle and gave it a majestic look, fit for royalty. Who lives in this fantastic castle? We will find out soon.
-Pasakorn & Ilya
Sunday, July 18, 2010
It was simply a killer. Looking at this magnificent scene where the sun set had became an old man. Slowly edging toward the other side of the world. Leaving behind a orange rosy sky. It just seem too yellow to be red... Wait, a mixture it shall be where golden was formed... Gold, what a evil thing and colour, it was hard to believe the facts that it actually happened. Gold… This colour which had only left behind sad memories… I could not help when tears streamed down my face as I recalled the event that had led to this day. This day where I had made this decision... with the consequence of being left alone... as lonely as this big tree...
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
There was a magical feeling in the air. The colours splashed in every corner. The magnificent rays of the Sun lit up the sky as if it were on fire. It was a breathtaking sight. The autumn leaves previously swept were dancing in the wind. The wind died down and the leaves gently fell to the ground. The Sun slowly but surely went down. The beam from the Sun glanced once more upon the magnificent scenery and then disappeared leaving the world in darkness.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Hakeem (M H)
Belle, or Belle Donner.
Don’t confuse that with belladonna.
She has such a sweet voice. She would sing in the gardens with the birds chirping with her every morning.
Only when I was broke, did I appreciate the company of Belle.
Before I left home, I spoke to my 3 daughters.
“I’m going away for quite some time, what would you like as a gift when I get back?”
My 2 eldest daughters cried, “An iPhone!” “A MacBook!”
Belle just sang,
“I’d like a bunch of roses, please.
“None ever grows in our garden.
“But a ring would be nice,
“With a big diamond on top.”
I left, promising those useless gifts.
Although I quite like the roses Bella used to grow.
“ What an ugly girl you are!” screamed the Beast. Belle was forced to enter the castle as her evil father forced her to enter the castle for the sake of his life. The evil father had abused her, causing Belle to have bruises all over her face. Belle cried as she made her way to the castle. As Beast opened the door, the girl with swollen eyes and swollen face, who was terribly unpleasant to look at was rebuked by the Beast “I will never fall in love with such an ugly looking person!” stated the Beast. Belle was down, hoping that she was be comforted by the Beast, the only person or rather living thing there. Belle found Beast surprisingly charming and manly. It was love at first sight...
“When will I be rescued from this wretched place?” thought the Beast. “I have been here for days and months, and months and days! I hate this place!” The Beast had a foul temper and this worsened after time. Belle refusing him only angers him further. She talk of a charming prince not knowing about the truth…
After the beast killed the witch, he devoured her and hid in her house attacking anything that came near the deserted house.
False as it can be
far from being friends
Then somebody bends
Just a massive change
Big, to say the least
Both really scared
Not at all prepared
Beauty and the Bald"
The music was playing as the beautiful french la Belle and the bald, 40 year old Peter danced to it. They were horrible dancers and kept on stepping on each others feet, some would say that this was on purpose. They were only dancing so that the curse would be lifted. 40 year old Peter hired la Belle to dance with him to get rid of the curse. " Until you get a beautiful woman to dance with you, you will forever be bald, bwahaha!! Ahhhh, but there's a catch that person must dance with you because she wants to." " The curse should be lifted by now, why isn't my hair growing back!!" Peter said. La Belle just kept quiet,she did not say a thing.
A fine woman she was, her black lustrous hair, she moved with the grace of a swan, and many would die for just her beauty. Which was just as well, as her only visible flaw was that she had a temper that no one could extinguish. He was ugly, moved like a sloth, many hated him, yet he had a kindness, such a pure kindness. How would these two’s destinies cross each other and what role would they play in the other's life?