<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:56:04.458+08:00</updated><category term='Lesson Instructions'/><category term='Where Would You Hide in Singapore?'/><category term='A Day in the Life Of...'/><category term='Answers to Passage-Based Questions'/><category term='A letter to Anne Frank'/><category term='Scripts of the Dinner scene .'/><title type='text'>2E4 Literature Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-1397637680220952803</id><published>2009-10-05T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:19:36.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(158, 82, 5); font: normal normal bold 160%/normal Verdana, sans-serif; letter-spacing: -1px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2e3lit.blogspot.com/2009/10/revision-lesson.html" style="color: rgb(158, 82, 5); "&gt;Revision Lesson!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Animal Farm Revision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;1. Visit this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gradesaver.com/animal-farm/study-guide/short-summary/" style="color: rgb(222, 112, 8); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;link &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;to read a summary of the plot of Animal Farm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Make sure you are clear of the storyline, the main characters and the role they play in the drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;It's Quiz Time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Note: These quizzes are based on the NOVEL, so there may be some differences in facts and details. Don't worry if you can't answer the questions on things like irony - you won't be tested on on what hasn't been taught in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quia.com/mc/515803.html" style="color: rgb(222, 112, 8); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Quiz on Characters in Animal Farm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quia.com/cb/83894.html" style="color: rgb(222, 112, 8); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Quiz on Beginning of Animal Farm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt; (Click 1 Player Game)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quia.com/quiz/1054535.html" style="color: rgb(222, 112, 8); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Quiz on Middle of Animal Farm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;4.&lt;a href="http://www.quia.com/quiz/1054537.html" style="color: rgb(222, 112, 8); "&gt; Quiz on Ending of Animal Farm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Do return to the blog to help you with your revision for Anne Frank's Diary! Reading your friends' work will give you ideas and help you understand the text better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-1397637680220952803?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/1397637680220952803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/10/revision-lesson-animal-farm-revision-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/1397637680220952803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/1397637680220952803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/10/revision-lesson-animal-farm-revision-1.html' title=''/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-6466882586437880388</id><published>2009-09-29T11:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:17:44.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Anne Frank</title><content type='html'>Dear Anne Frank,&lt;br /&gt;            Your life during the war must have been very sad, with every day not knowing whether u would live to see tomorrow at all. The Jews living at that time went through so much suffering just like you and your family when you guys were in hiding. It must have been very difficult to have to live together with another family .I feel that living with a family you don’t know would cause the two families not to agree on ever thing all the time.&lt;br /&gt;           The Van Daans have been very greedy but they must have under a lot of pressure during the war not knowing whether u would live to see tomorrow at all. You must have been very brave when you said that you didn’t care about the war or dying.  You should try and continue to live on for your family. You should also try and face the war for your family…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Keith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-6466882586437880388?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/6466882586437880388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-anne-frank_3145.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/6466882586437880388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/6466882586437880388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-anne-frank_3145.html' title='Letter to Anne Frank'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-5143765852548929249</id><published>2009-09-29T11:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:16:39.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Anne Frank!Youre so pretty!</title><content type='html'>Dear Anne Frank,&lt;br /&gt;                            I have learnt a lot about you and your life.      I am very fortunate to have&lt;br /&gt;studied about your life during the war. Learning about you and your family hiding  in the Secret Annexe was unimaginable. If I were you, I wouldn’t  have survived hiding in there&lt;br /&gt;for that long period of time. Hiding in there for a few years must be hard, this has made me think about how brave you were in those few years.My thought about having other people living in the same hideout must be a little awkward. I feel that you are the most courageous female I have ever known in my whole life.I don’t think you should say that you no longer care whether you should live on or die.A life is supposed to be cherished. No matter how difficult life was,you still have to carry on as life is the precious thing we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;HARIS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-5143765852548929249?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/5143765852548929249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-anne-frankyoure-so-pretty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/5143765852548929249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/5143765852548929249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-anne-frankyoure-so-pretty.html' title='Hello Anne Frank!Youre so pretty!'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-3511503759635700867</id><published>2009-09-29T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:16:37.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Anne Frank</title><content type='html'>Dear Anne Frank&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry that your life during the war was very sad and cruel. Every day was like a large gamble. Live or die. Your whole family was in hiding, along with another family. It must very hard to live in the Secret Annexe.&lt;br /&gt;Try to excuse the Vaan Daan’s greedy behavior. Most people cannot operate at a normal rate under heavy pressure like a war where your life hangs in the balance. Don’t worry about Dussel. Pretend that he has a serious case of diarrhea and needs to sit on the toilet for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;Anne, you must be a brave girl to face all this madness. You could also face the war without any fear of death.&lt;br /&gt;You must be very brave you said that you didn’t care about the war or dying. Still very youthful and you can accept death? I would still think of living somehow. As long as there is a tomorrow, you should not give up. You should have stayed alive and live to tell your tale….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Ewan Hafizuddin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-3511503759635700867?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/3511503759635700867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-anne-frank_1997.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/3511503759635700867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/3511503759635700867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-anne-frank_1997.html' title='Letter to Anne Frank'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-6702916362890260938</id><published>2009-09-29T11:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:15:38.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Anne Frank</title><content type='html'>Dear Anne,&lt;br /&gt;           After  I reading your diary ,I was very amazed. I thought I was lucky than you. I am not alone. I think if I do not have friends, I will be sad .You are very brave. You can live in that conditions and you are not be sad. You live in the secret Annexe must be boring. I want to be brave like you.&lt;br /&gt;         Are you alive very hard? In the Annexe there have some strange men such as  Mr Van Daan ,he always likes to argue if you disagree with him. You are a intelligent girl.&lt;br /&gt;        I wish you all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Siqi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-6702916362890260938?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/6702916362890260938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-anne-frank_5634.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/6702916362890260938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/6702916362890260938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-anne-frank_5634.html' title='Letter to Anne Frank'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-7877668157469399603</id><published>2009-09-29T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:11:41.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Ann Frank</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;Dear Anne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sorry that your life was difficult during the war . As for us, children at your age should go to school and study or play with friends but you could not do the same things like us and you even have to hide in the Annexe with other people that you not familiar with. I was sad that you have to do that as if I was you, I would have gone mad. But you was also lucky as you could still with your family not like others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that the other family you staying with was very selfish and they only think about themselves. But I still think that it was still better to have more people staying together as when you was board , you still could talk with them and not alone. I felt that you was very brave and you could still joke with other when you was hiding from the army. You was also very good in writing even though  you have not been studying for two years. I felt that you was very brave about what you say in the end. But I still felt that you should not gave up so easily as one day, you maybe may get your freedom again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai Xin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-7877668157469399603?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/7877668157469399603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-ann-frank.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/7877668157469399603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/7877668157469399603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-ann-frank.html' title='Letter to Ann Frank'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-206203046589827042</id><published>2009-09-29T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:08:20.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Anne Frank. You so prettyyy :D</title><content type='html'>Dear Anne Frank&lt;br /&gt;                            I’ve learnt so many things about you and your life. It has been an interesting yet ended with unfortunate ending.Your whole family going into hiding in the Secret Annexe was like unimaginable to me. If it was me, I would have been already been unable to stay there for long. I’m interested in how you dealt with boredness inside there. What’s worse was that you and your family had to put up with another family of unknown strangers. It must be super weird for you to undergo such hardship at such a young age. Different people in the Annexe had different lifestyle habits, and I feel that this will for sure lead to uncalled – for problems cropping up in the Secret Annexe. You maybe just any normal teenager found on the street but you seemed to be the most matured one. Maybe this is due to your hardships in life you had to go through, but still you handled stuffs in a much matured way to me. You are a very unbelievable girl to me. You are so brave, really very. I felt how brave you were, and you’ve came to a point of time in life where living or dying did not make a difference to you anymore. For this, I salute to you with deep sincerity. It was so noble of you to have that kind of thinking, I guess people like you can only be found in one in a million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Eugene Lee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-206203046589827042?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/206203046589827042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/hi-anne-frank-you-so-prettyyy-d.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/206203046589827042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/206203046589827042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/hi-anne-frank-you-so-prettyyy-d.html' title='Hi Anne Frank. You so prettyyy :D'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-1741897361711542810</id><published>2009-09-29T11:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:09:38.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter To Anne Frank! [:</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear Anne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that you are really very Brave! U encounter this at such a young  age yet you know how to overcome the Difficulties that you have encounter. U live at the Secret Annexe where you cannot do anything that normal Child will do such as playing Computer at home the whole day or watch  TV. It must be very boring for you to stay there the whole day except for writing the Dairy Entries. U have to live in the Secret Annexe with others Families that you do not know. I am sure you are not use to it at first. If I am you, I am sure I will go crazy! I cannot even live 1 day without HP or TV. Not even saying to live there for 2 years. The other Families is just so Greedy n Talkative except for Peter. He seldom talks you must have felt very uncomfortable living with him. I am super Sad that you are going to die. I cannot imagine that you can accept the fact that you might die. If I am you, I will surely be super Upset. I would certainly find ways to sneak out n try to find ways such that I would not die. U are also a very HardWorking Person. You wanted to study very much but you do not have the Books. If not I am sure you will be a very Clever person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Michelle.N[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-1741897361711542810?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/1741897361711542810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-anne-frank_1051.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/1741897361711542810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/1741897361711542810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-anne-frank_1051.html' title='Letter To Anne Frank! [:'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-6124831664826857456</id><published>2009-09-29T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:08:03.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Letter To Anne Frank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Anne,&lt;br /&gt;I have learned that your life during the war was tough. You feel bored and miserable. I feel sorry for you and your family as you all had to go into hiding in the Secret Annexe for a long period of time. I feel that Germans are not very fair to the Jewish. Your family members (the Franks) is much nicer than the Van Daans. The Van Daans are quite talkative most of the time. In the diary you wrote, showed me that they aren’t very nice. I pity you for having to stay with some other family which you don’t know very well. Anyway, it’s an experience you have. Mrs Van Daan is very selfish. She always takes the best food and likes to stir up trouble between you and your mother. It isn’t very nice of her to do that. Mr Van Daan is also selfish as he always takes the biggest portion of the food first. He gives his opinion but he doesn’t like it when others disagree with him. I notice someone named Dussel which you said that he is always hiding in the toilet. I feel that you are an opiniated person as you give different opinions on others in your diary. You said that you might die, I think that you are too pessimistic. You should think on the brighter side. Everyone will die but you are so young to think about dying. Alright, remember to stay optimistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Joyce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-6124831664826857456?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/6124831664826857456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-anne-frank_4155.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/6124831664826857456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/6124831664826857456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-anne-frank_4155.html' title=''/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-4628324212661656279</id><published>2009-09-29T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:06:39.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A letter to Anne Frank'/><title type='text'>A letter to Anne Frank  .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A letter to Anne Frank. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Anne,&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt that your life during the war was boring and miserable.&lt;br /&gt;I pity your family going into hiding in the Secret Annex I feel that it is not fair for your family just to hide from the Germans just because they are Jewish.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that your family – The Franks is much better to live with than the van Daans . The van Daans is much more selfish just from the diary entry you wrote about the van Daan shows that they do not care about the others but only themselves. I pity you as to live with a family whom you do not know so well for two years is not easy. You need to accept their bad habits , their lifestyle .&lt;br /&gt;I think that you are very brave as you dare to write in a diary about the van Daan about what you do not like about them. You are very opinionate as you write about the different eating habits of the different people during the dinner and their character.&lt;br /&gt;I know you are accepting the fact that you might die but you should treat yourself better and not think of death in such an earlier age. Although human will die sooner or later but you should not think about this in such an earlier stage of life. That is what I think.&lt;br /&gt;So do look forward to your life and be more optimistic !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Sincerely ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Violet .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-4628324212661656279?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/4628324212661656279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-anne-frank_4771.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/4628324212661656279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/4628324212661656279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-anne-frank_4771.html' title='A letter to Anne Frank  .'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-1609130222639652541</id><published>2009-09-29T11:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:06:14.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Letter For Anne~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anne&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that you have led a very miserable life for the past 2 years living in the Secret Annexe. I really envy you for having the strength and courage to continue living on even though you know that there are no happy endings. You are really brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that you, your mother, your father, your sister, Mr. and Mrs. Van Daan and their son and some other helpers, helping all of you along your way. I know that it is really troublesome and irritating living with the people you don’t like. I really pity you because you can’t go out and play and study like other normal kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest that you should bear with the Van Daans as you may stay together with them for the rest of your lives. I fine that you are a really friendly and kind girl. You just have to be patient and understanding, then you will find that everybody will treat you better, the way you want them to treat you. I think that you should be positive and optimistic about your life because it concerns your future. Think positive! This should keep you going on no matter what happens. I will support you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nicolle&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;~nicolle~ (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-1609130222639652541?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/1609130222639652541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-for-anne.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/1609130222639652541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/1609130222639652541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-for-anne.html' title='~Letter For Anne~'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-6983050492057177440</id><published>2009-09-29T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:04:29.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Anne Frank</title><content type='html'>Dear Anne Frank,&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;br /&gt;Your life during the war makes us feel kind of pitiful for you.&lt;br /&gt;It must be really sad of you to get so much suffering at such at young age , but it is also fortunate enough for your whole family to be together at such a crisis it may be also be your only strength to stay alive . It is also a very difficult thing to adapt to this new environment but you will get use soon. Unlike us you have to live with some one you don’t like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst of all you all could not leave the secret annexed whenever you like and the space is small too. I personally feel that you are a girl full of courage to face a war and yet doesn’t        &lt;br /&gt;care any more. I think that you must not be disheartened as long as there one day you did not get caught you will still have a chance for survival so don’t be dishearten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Wallace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-6983050492057177440?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/6983050492057177440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-anne-frank_4938.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/6983050492057177440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/6983050492057177440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-anne-frank_4938.html' title='Letter to Anne Frank'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-7881556401291804463</id><published>2009-09-29T11:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:03:16.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary to anne frank</title><content type='html'>Dear anne,&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           I have learnt about your life during the war…I feel really sad but happy for you. I was sad because you all need to go on hiding in so many places but you all were betrayed and needed to be sent to the concentration camp. The life was miserable during the war. When you all are hiding in a small area, you have to be worried about when the soldiers may come and if there was enough food for everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I felt happy as I find you as a brave girl. You are optimistic and did not want to give up at that point in time like trying to commit suicide, but u did not. You tried to stay on with life and continue to suffer hardships with your family even though it was hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of people in the annexe and they are all of different personalities. Some are selfish but some are kind and helpful like you. You have once came to a point when you did not care or matter whether you are going to be dead or not because you thinks that everything will still going to be alright without you. But your family needs you, they need your love and motivation to keep them alive. I admire you as much as I love my family. You are really great. Young girls should learn more from you and you will be a famous character. Even if you die, I know your heart still continues to live with us, in our mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Peggy &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-7881556401291804463?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/7881556401291804463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/diary-to-anne-frank.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/7881556401291804463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/7881556401291804463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/diary-to-anne-frank.html' title='Diary to anne frank'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-3050193629461584087</id><published>2009-09-29T11:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:02:35.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Anne ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading your diary , it has made me realize about the war , and how hard times were back then . Your family lived in constant fear everyday due to the Nazis , who were out to exterminate all the Jews . And then , your family lived in the Secret Annexe for a long period of time , with another family and some other people helping them . You say you dislike some of the people in the Secret Annexe , for example , Mr. and Mrs. Van Daan . You find Mr. Van Daan clever but always speaking his mind and thinking that he is always right , and Mrs. Van Daan who you find really irritating as she always causes trouble between you and your mother . As for their son , Peter Van Daan , you used to hate him , but slowly grew to like him more and more . Personally , I find you really amazing , being able to live through those hard times where Jews were all exterminated while your family was in the Secret Annexe , hiding from the outside world , and living in fear from them and still needing to share a cramp space with another family , which you hardly knew and had to adapt with living with them and actually bonding with them . And it was hard for the people who were helping you as people might suspect why they were always buying large quantities of food at one go . But its also boring living in the Secret Annexe as there is nothing much to do , except random things like bathing and cooking , etc . And upon reading the diary entry that you hardly cared if you lived or died , it was like you were giving up on life , which you shouldn’t have because not long after you died , the Jews were released and free to go . So even if your sister had died , you should have kept the strong will on living on . But I admire your will , of taking death as something that will happen eventually and taking it in stride , which isn’t an easy fact for some people to accept .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely ,&lt;br /&gt;Dorcas .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-3050193629461584087?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/3050193629461584087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-anne-after-reading-your-diary-it.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/3050193629461584087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/3050193629461584087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-anne-after-reading-your-diary-it.html' title=''/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-6559911319708746315</id><published>2009-09-29T10:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T10:57:48.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Anne Frank.</title><content type='html'>Dear Anne Frank,&lt;br /&gt; I read your diary, and I find you life in the Secret Annexe very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure you went through a hard time during the war, with lots of things to worry about when you are not sure what is happening outside the Secret Annexe. It must be difficult for you and your family to adapt with another family which you all do not know. Those people who tried means to help you and give you food and help you find means of survival. I’m sure this war is a tiring and enduring one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what you said about the Van Daans, I find that they are very selfish during dinner, always taking big portions of food. Mrs Van Daan always picks onto you and your mother. It must be really difficult for you to endure all of this, as you won’t say it out and but would write in your diary telling us how much about what you and your mother had gone through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I find that you are scared of what is happening during war. I’m sure you are very bored in the Secret Annexe and hoping that you will be able to take a bit of fresh air once in a while. I remembered in one of your entry and that you said that you didn’t care whether you lived or died. Well, don’t be discouraged. I’m sure there will be hope as long you don’t get caught and persevere on no matter what. It must be hard for you, as a young girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persevere on. I’ll always support you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-6559911319708746315?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/6559911319708746315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-anne-frank_29.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/6559911319708746315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/6559911319708746315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-anne-frank_29.html' title='Letter to Anne Frank.'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-7419590346027134916</id><published>2009-09-29T10:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T10:58:08.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Anne Frank.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Anne Frank,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After learning about you, I realised that I have learnt a lot about life in the past, especially during war. I have learnt that we should be optimistic in life so that we can be happy. You taught me to live each day as it comes, as you don’t worry a lot, like how many of the others did who were living in the Secret Annexe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that you and your family did the right thing by going into hiding at the Secret Annexe. You and your family are brave and are not like the others who just give up and surrender and die without reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that it is not easy to live and a cramped up place for 2 years straight, to live an anonymous life. Just living with another family is already hard enough. As I learn about the Van Daan’s family I realised that I am fortunate to have kind and polite family members and that I can live peacefully without having to dislike someone who is living right under the same roof as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for you, I think that you are a very brave person and you would surely have had given many people hope in the lives. To be calm and optimistic in life when you know that you are hiding from captivity is really admirable. You have made many people cherish what they have now instead of complaining and grumbling and not to take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the last paragraph of passage 4, I look up to you and respect you. This is because you do not think too much about being arrested and you are very brave, always looking on the bright side of everything. To accept the fact that you might die. To live each day as it comes. These both are difficult things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is lucky to have had a person like you, we will remember you always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edna (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-7419590346027134916?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/7419590346027134916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-anne-frank.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/7419590346027134916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/7419590346027134916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-anne-frank.html' title='Letter to Anne Frank.'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-3179186328461063883</id><published>2009-09-29T10:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T10:54:15.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Anne Frank. By Mingni</title><content type='html'>Dear Anne Frank,&lt;br /&gt;How are you? I understand that you must have went through lots of hard times in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Hiding away form the Nazis and also hiding in the secret Annexe.&lt;br /&gt;Life must be hard in the Annexe as there are nothing to do. But it a still good that there are people whom you love accompanying you while you are facing those hard days. For me, I think that hiding in the Annexe must be difficult, you must be wary about the Nazis, whether they would suspect that you and your family are hiding in the Annexe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that you are a girl who is easy going. In your dairy, you mentioned about not being worried if the Nazis were going to capture you to the concentration camp. I may not know if you are really not afraid of dying or what. You really are strong. If I were you, I would try to think of ways to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mentioned about accepting the fact that you might die. I agree with you. Since you are not afraid of dying, you would confirm try not to do anything to help you survive. I bet you must not have cared about your survival. Since you do not care, then you would have a high chance of dying. Anyway, you are already dead now…&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                        Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                    Mingni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-3179186328461063883?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/3179186328461063883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-anne-frank-by-mingni.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/3179186328461063883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/3179186328461063883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-anne-frank-by-mingni.html' title='Letter to Anne Frank. By Mingni'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-9195641095864997126</id><published>2009-09-29T10:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:11:34.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter 2 anne from raidah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dear Anne,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi! I think u should have hair cut. u have terrible hair stly. How r u!? How's ur family? I know that ur life is difficult. But u don need to worry, I'm here 2 help u and give u encouragement . I know that those Nazis r racist idiots! but u cannot give up hope . I know this idiotic war will soon end soo don be sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel very sorry 4 u cuz u have to live with a jerk like peter. I agree that peter is a selfish idiot.I feel that mrs van dan is very irritating , moronic and childish. I think she just very spoilt . I feel that mrs van dan is a evil Imean very EVIL witch . Ifeel that the only adult is ur dad . Ifeel that ur mum is very unreasonable. Well at least u have a great sis n dad to be with ...keep positive ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I see that u don care if u die but life is something very short so enjoy ur before it too late.dont be so stupid and dont think that like that. ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have an idea where u can hide from the nazi. u all can hide at the city dump....I know very smart rite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hope that u would use my idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;many smileys from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;raidah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-9195641095864997126?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/9195641095864997126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-2-anne-from-raidah.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/9195641095864997126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/9195641095864997126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-2-anne-from-raidah.html' title='Letter 2 anne from raidah'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-4798947188274084817</id><published>2009-09-29T10:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T10:55:55.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter . :]</title><content type='html'>Dear Anne Frank,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading all the post in your diary, I feel that you're really a brave and strong lady. For being able to stay in the secret Annexe for 2 long years! If I were in your shoes, I might have not been able to stand staying in a small area. Living with the Van Danns, is such a tough job to do! They are so bossy and selfish. For being such a young lady, having the courage to survive in the war. It's really a sad ending that only your father survived. Life in the olden days are so different as compared to this century. Teens at your age now would have be badly pampered and thus will not stand the torture you've been through. Although in one of your diary entries you've mentioned that you're not afraid of dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentioning the other family that stays with you, the Van Danns. Mr Van Dann is such a bossy person. Why must everyone listens to him and can't voice out your comments. Mrs Van Dann is very very very selfish!! I hate her!! You all should have just talked back! He deserves no respect. Peter is a very nice boy. It's surprising that you have fallen for him after hating him so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to be born in this world i must admit that I'm a very lucky girl. If I was born during your time, I hope to have known someone like you! Ever so brave and daring. I admire your characteristic. From that, I shall end this letter to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With loves,&lt;br /&gt;ChuanYing. :b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-4798947188274084817?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/4798947188274084817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/4798947188274084817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/4798947188274084817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter.html' title='Letter . :]'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-6533895788428698289</id><published>2009-09-29T10:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:02:06.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Anne.</title><content type='html'>Dear Anne Frank,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know about your life during the war, and that you've gone through a lot with the people in the Annexe. I also know that the Germans forbid the Jews from doing this and that, and I think it's really very sad and unreasonable. You all had to stay alert at all times and hide from the Germans once you see them. Don't you find it tiring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that everyone living in the Annexe are very brave. They don't tend to complain once they met with problems, but to solve them together. Just like Peter helping everyone make a cushion because everyone had been bumping their head against the low doorway.&lt;br /&gt;I also think it's a very tiring task to stay alert at all times to prevent being caught by the evil German soldiers. You won't be able to sleep in peace and kept wondering what would happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the Van Daan family is quite arrogant and likes to stir up troubles except Peter who was always quiet.&lt;br /&gt;The Frank family is very forgiving and ignored those criticism made by Mrs Van Daan. They are more like the peacemakers in the Annexe.&lt;br /&gt;And the other people living in the Annexe likes to make jokes to calm each other down when they are panicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, Anne. I think you're very brave to be able to conquer those fears during the war. But you're also quite a straightforward person. You cannot take comments, and you just shout back as you want. You hate being treated like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to stay strong, and you won't die.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be disheartened easily because this is not the Anne Frank that I know.&lt;br /&gt;From what I know, Anne Frank is a very strong and brave person.&lt;br /&gt;You have to cherish every moment you have with your loved ones and you'll feel that there's a reason to carry on living no matter how much time you have to stay alive.&lt;br /&gt;All the best for your future endeavours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regards,&lt;br /&gt;Mei Yi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-6533895788428698289?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/6533895788428698289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-anne.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/6533895788428698289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/6533895788428698289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-anne.html' title='Letter to Anne.'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-404764169832523410</id><published>2009-08-10T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:54:14.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson Instructions'/><title type='text'>Lesson 4 Part 2: The Helpers of the Secret Annexe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Five people helped the people living in the Secret Annexe. They are: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. Mr. Voskuijl - In Diary Entry 2, Anne mentions that he built the bookshelf that hides the entrance to the Annexe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. Mr. Victor Kugler - Same as above. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. Ms. Bep Voskuijl - She joins the inhabitants of the Annexe for dinner in Diary Entry 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. Ms. Miep Gies - Anne mentions her in Diary Entry 4. Her husband, Jan Gies, argues with the Annexe inhabitants in Diary Entry 4 as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5. Mr. Joseph Kleiman - Mentioned in Diary Entry 4. Someone suggests that Kleiman and his family hide in the Annexe as well if Holland is flooded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.annefrankguide.net/en-GB/bronnenbank.asp?oid=3073"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; to learn more about what they did specifically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After learning about the Helpers, click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.annefrankguide.net/en-GB/bronnenbank.asp?tid=3086&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; to learn how everything came to an end. Explore the links on the left to find out how the people in the Annexe were betrayed and what happened to them afterwards. You can also click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/People_associated_with_Anne_Frank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to learn what happened to each person in the Annexe after their arrest. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/People_associated_with_Anne_Frank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In the COMMENTS section, answer the following questions: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. How do you feel towards the people who helped the Jews to stay in hiding? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. How do you feel about the way things ended for the inhabitants of the Secret Annexe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-404764169832523410?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/404764169832523410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/08/helpers-of-secret-annexe.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/404764169832523410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/404764169832523410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/08/helpers-of-secret-annexe.html' title='Lesson 4 Part 2: The Helpers of the Secret Annexe'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-5496829323960874515</id><published>2009-08-10T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T16:00:58.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson Instructions'/><title type='text'>Lesson 4 Part 1: Inhabitants of the Secret Annexe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;To recap, there are 8 people living in the Secret Annexe: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. Anne Frank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. Otto Frank - Anne's Father &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. Edith Frank - Anne's Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. Margot Frank - Anne's Sister &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5. Hermann Van Pels - renamed Mr. Van Daan by Anne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6. Auguste Van Pels - renamed Petronella Van Daan in Anne's diary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;7. Peter Van Pels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8. Fritz Pfeffer - renamed Albert Dussel in Anne's diary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.annefrankguide.net/en-GB/bronnenbank.asp?tid=3070"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; to learn more about each of these people in the Annexe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In the COMMENTS section, write down three words to describe EACH of these characters. You can refer to Diary Entry 3 for help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;An example is shown below: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. Anne - humorous, opinionated, thoughtful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-5496829323960874515?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/5496829323960874515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/08/revision-secret-annexe-part-1.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/5496829323960874515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/5496829323960874515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/08/revision-secret-annexe-part-1.html' title='Lesson 4 Part 1: Inhabitants of the Secret Annexe'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-9118615831794436039</id><published>2009-07-28T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:15:29.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POR-TEH-TOH !</title><content type='html'>Mrs Van Daan : Anne, could you please pass me some potatoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Frank : Oh Sure. &lt;em&gt;(Whispering sarcastically) &lt;/em&gt;These people are so hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Van Daan : I beg your pardon, Anne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Frank : Oh, nothing ! I'm just saying, these potatoes are reeeally DELICIOUS ! (mmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Van Daan : Ah, that's very nice of you Anne. You're such a well-mannered girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Frank : Thank you Mr and Mrs Van Daan. Peter is also a very nice boy, i suppose Anne and Peter can get along very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Frank : (Whispered sarcastically) Wow, i can't believe i can act so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meiyi (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-9118615831794436039?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/9118615831794436039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/por-teh-toh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/9118615831794436039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/9118615831794436039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/por-teh-toh.html' title='POR-TEH-TOH !'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-7955176130303069943</id><published>2009-07-28T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:18:49.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't need a title.</title><content type='html'>Mrs. V&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Daan&lt;/span&gt; : Anne, could you pass me the potatoes please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anne( under her breathe) : You got leg got hand, ain't it better if you take yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mrs. Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Daan&lt;/span&gt; : What?! i beg your pardon? I'm your elder and you talk to me like this?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anne(not very pleased) : I can't believe you heard what i said when i didn't even make noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mrs. Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Daan&lt;/span&gt; : Excuse me, don't you know i can hear you?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Daan&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Apologise&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;now. You are at fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anne (Unwillingly) : Sorry. *mumbles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mrs. Van Daan (proudly) : Alright, i'll give you a chance. please learn from it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EUGENE :DD , ewan , &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-7955176130303069943?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/7955176130303069943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-need-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/7955176130303069943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/7955176130303069943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-need-title.html' title='don&apos;t need a title.'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-8795887740456384832</id><published>2009-07-28T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:15:10.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potatoes</title><content type='html'>Mrs. Van Daan: Anne, could you pass me the pototoes please?&lt;br /&gt;Anne (&lt;em&gt;under her breath&lt;/em&gt;): Some people are always so hungry!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Van Daan: Anne, you're being too rude to me!&lt;br /&gt;Anne: I'm just stating the facts.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Frank: She your elder, you have to be polite!&lt;br /&gt;Anne (&lt;em&gt;irritated&lt;/em&gt;): Anything.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Frank: Apologize to Mrs. Van Daan now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anne refused.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otto Frank (&lt;em&gt;angrily&lt;/em&gt;): Could you all just stop quarrelling?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a complete silence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done by: XinNi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-8795887740456384832?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/8795887740456384832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/potatoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/8795887740456384832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/8795887740456384832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/potatoes.html' title='Potatoes'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-2994737513518662038</id><published>2009-07-28T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:12:52.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Script.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By L.ChuanYing, ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Van Daan&lt;/strong&gt; : Anne, could you pass me the potatoes please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(under her breath)&lt;/em&gt; : Some people are always so hungry! Always thinking about themselves first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Van Daan&lt;/strong&gt; : Pardon me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne&lt;/strong&gt; : Oh nothing .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Van Daan &lt;/strong&gt;: Could you pass me potato's please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne &lt;/strong&gt;: Would you just eat slowly and let the rest take some of the potatoes first ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Frank&lt;/strong&gt; : Anne Frank! How could you be so rude to Mrs. Van Daan? Apologise right now. Mrs. Van Daan, i apologise for Anne for being so rude, please forgive her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne&lt;/strong&gt; : Mother, I do not need to apologise, Mrs. Van Daan does! Can't she be abit patience and wait for it to be her turn to have the potatoes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Frank&lt;/strong&gt; : Anne, you keep quiet and eat your dinner now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne &lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;(keeps quiet and have her dinner)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Frank &lt;/strong&gt;: Never mind, it's alright. She's a young child, forgive her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Frank &lt;/strong&gt;: But she is so rude! And Mrs. Van Daan is her elder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Van Daan &lt;/strong&gt;: Dear, don't rely on such a rude girl, take it yourself then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne &lt;/strong&gt;: Shut up, it's none of your business!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Frank&lt;/strong&gt; : Could we all stop this fight and let us have our dinner in peace?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(everyone was slience...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;End of post :B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-2994737513518662038?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/2994737513518662038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/script.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/2994737513518662038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/2994737513518662038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/script.html' title='Script.'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-3764844971758038857</id><published>2009-07-28T10:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:12:31.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>script by peggy :)</title><content type='html'>Mrs. van Daan: These foods are yummy. they are just simply so delicious. Anne, could you pass me the potatoes please?&lt;br /&gt;Anne(murmuring to herself): Some people are always so hungry! everything is not enough...&lt;br /&gt;Mrs van Daan: Hey! can't you just take those potatoes for me?! Brat!&lt;br /&gt;Anne: what did you just call me? is that how you ask people to help you?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Van Daan: See who was the first to start!? i said please to ask you for help..&lt;br /&gt;Anne: ( putting the plate down on the table reluctantly) Here it is! all you do is eat...&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Van Daan:  For me,eating is a happy thing. we are fortunate to have all these food in front of our plate. so wad are you complaining about? asking you to do something so simple, yet you can't do well and you are like angry with me.. As long as you are living with me, you should be respecting me and know what do..&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: will you all just stop quarelling for one day? anne, that was rude of you to vent your anger at Mrs. Van Daan and besides maybe she have got a hearty appetite..&lt;br /&gt;Dussel: ( ignoring his surroundings and eating happily away to himself.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Van daan: sorry anne, my parents may be hard to serve sometimes. please forgive my mum. she always have a big appetite..&lt;br /&gt;anne: never mind.. its ok i will try to bear everything.. and sorry Mrs. Van Daan, i was rude to you because i was having a bad mood.. i will get more potatoes for you now..&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Van Daan: it's ok. i was at fault too. anyway i had enough of of eating, i am full already. thanks for your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peggy :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-3764844971758038857?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/3764844971758038857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/script-by-peggy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/3764844971758038857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/3764844971758038857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/script-by-peggy.html' title='script by peggy :)'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-8285817979361909612</id><published>2009-07-28T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:16:34.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Violet &amp; Joyce</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Mrs. Van Daan: I would like to have some potatoes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Anne, could you pass me the potatoes please?&lt;br /&gt;Anne (under her breath): Some people are always so hungry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Mr. Van Daan: What did you just said ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Anne: Nothing, it's none of your business ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Mrs. Frank: Anne , can you please be more polite to Mr. and Mrs. Van Daan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Anne: Well , I'll try to be more polite . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Mrs. Frank(demanding tone): Now, apologise to Mr. and Mrs. Van Daan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Anne: Why should I ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Peter: Anne  , can you please do not be so rude to my parents and your's ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Anne : It's none of your business!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Mr Frank : If you continue to be that rude , you shall not have any meals from now on ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Anne : Sorry then ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-8285817979361909612?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/8285817979361909612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/violet-joyce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/8285817979361909612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/8285817979361909612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/violet-joyce.html' title='Violet &amp; Joyce'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-7400044194681229795</id><published>2009-07-28T10:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:10:21.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle &amp; KaiXin! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="lucida grande" color="#ff0000"&gt;Mrs. Van Daan: &lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Anne, could you pass me the potatoes please&lt;/font&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Anne (under her breath): &lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Some people are always so hungry!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="lucida grande" color="#ff0000"&gt;Mrs. Van Daan: &lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Wat did you just say?!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Anne&lt;/font&gt;: I did not say anything. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Mrs. Frank&lt;/font&gt;: I heard you say something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Anne&lt;/font&gt; : So what if i say something? It is none of your business!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Mr Frank&lt;/font&gt; : Are u sure you heard her say something?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Mrs. Frank&lt;/font&gt;: Do be more polite next time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Anne&lt;/font&gt;: Alright i will try my best! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Mrs. Frank&lt;/font&gt;: Apologise to Mrs. Van Daan now!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Anne&lt;/font&gt;: Must i really do that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Mrs. Frank&lt;/font&gt;: Yes! U must.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Anne(Annoyed)&lt;/font&gt; : Sorry then! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was complete silent after that.&lt;br /&gt;They continue eating as if nothing has happen before that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-7400044194681229795?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/7400044194681229795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/michelle-kaixin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/7400044194681229795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/7400044194681229795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/michelle-kaixin.html' title='Michelle &amp; KaiXin! (:'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-8688796532220632581</id><published>2009-07-28T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:09:09.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripts of the Dinner scene .'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Script by Dorcas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Van Daan : Anne , could you pass me the potatoes please ?&lt;br /&gt;Anne ( under her breath ) : Some people are always so hungry !&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Van Dann : What did you say Anne ?&lt;br /&gt;Anne : Nothing , nothing !&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Frank : Darling , i heard you grumbling there . Now thats not nice Anne .&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Otto Frank : Dear , I'm sure Anne didn't mean it ...&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Frank : Still , she ought to say sorry for being impolite at the dinner table .&lt;br /&gt;Anne : But mom !!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Frank : No buts Anne , now say sorry to Mrs. Van Daan .&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Van Dann smirks .&lt;br /&gt;Anne ( unwillingly ) : Sorry Mrs. Van Dann .&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Frank : Now wasn't that easy ? * smiles *&lt;br /&gt;Peter shoot a serve you right look .&lt;br /&gt;Margot ( whispering ) : Don't bother them , i don't really like Mrs. Van Daan too .&lt;br /&gt;Anne ( whispering ) : And Peter too !&lt;br /&gt;Margot ( whispering ) : Yes , and Peter too .&lt;br /&gt;The two girls giggle .&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Van Daan : Anne , the potatoes ??&lt;br /&gt;Anne : Righhhttttt .&lt;br /&gt;Passes the potatoes round the table to Mrs. Van Daan .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-8688796532220632581?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/8688796532220632581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/script-by-dorcas-mrs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/8688796532220632581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/8688796532220632581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/script-by-dorcas-mrs.html' title=''/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-5934251031876479987</id><published>2009-07-28T10:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:15:10.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Script: Mingni, Sabrina, Raidah.</title><content type='html'>Mrs. Van Daan: Anne, could you pass me the potatoes please?&lt;br /&gt;Anne (under her breath): She is always getting the best of everything.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Van Daan: Anne, why are you taking so long just to take the potatoes?&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Sorry, the potatoes are heavy. Why don't you take it yourself since you are so big size!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Van Daan (rolling her eyes): Fine, you weakling.&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Please be quiet and eat your shit!&lt;br /&gt;(moment of silence)&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Fine, I'm going to eat my shit in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;Mr and Mrs Frank: Don't be rude and digusting, we are currently having our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Margot (whispering): Don't talk back Anne, you can't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;Anne: No!! They are so unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;(Everyone stared at her.)&lt;br /&gt;Peter taking scrambled eggs.&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Thats enough Anne, you are going overboard.&lt;br /&gt;Anne face is full of eggs.&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Stop it. (throwing back to Peter)&lt;br /&gt;Mr Van Daan: STOP! Both of you. It war time. Food is running out.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone quietens down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-5934251031876479987?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/5934251031876479987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/script-mingni-sabrina-raidah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/5934251031876479987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/5934251031876479987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/script-mingni-sabrina-raidah.html' title='Script: Mingni, Sabrina, Raidah.'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-4684819119478181716</id><published>2009-07-28T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:12:46.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>script by nicolle(:</title><content type='html'>Mrs. Van Daan: This food are delicious! Anne, could you pass me some more potatoes please?&lt;br /&gt;Anne (under her breath): Some people are always hungry!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Van Daan: What did you say just now Anne?&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Van Daan: Then eat your food and stop complaining!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Van Daan: It's okay dear, this child has attitude problem.&lt;br /&gt;Margot(whispers to Anne): Don't worry. She is the one who has an attitude problem.&lt;br /&gt;Anne: (giggles)&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Van Daan: What are you giggling about?&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Nothing. Margot just told me something funny.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Van Daan: Then what is it?&lt;br /&gt;Anne: I told you! It's nothing really. Just mind your own business please?!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Van Daan(gasp): Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Frank: Anne! Apologize right now!&lt;br /&gt;Anne: But daddy! They should be the ones apologizing to me!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Frank: Anne! Don't be so stubborn. They are your elders! You should respect them!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Van Daan: If I were you, I will do what your mother says.&lt;br /&gt;Anne(unwilling): okay, sorry Mrs. Van Daan. Sorry Mr. Van Daan.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Frank: Now that is a good girl. go to bed once you have finish eating.&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Yes daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicolle(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-4684819119478181716?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/4684819119478181716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/script-by-nicolle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/4684819119478181716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/4684819119478181716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/script-by-nicolle.html' title='script by nicolle(:'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-7979173039692284553</id><published>2009-07-27T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:21:55.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson Instructions'/><title type='text'>Lesson 3 Part 2: Dinner in the Secret Annexe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Read through the diary entry on pages 16 to 18 of your Literature textbook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Working in pairs, write a SCRIPT of what the dinner conversation might be like in the Secret Annexe. Try to involve all of the characters mentioned in the diary entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Your script could begin like this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mrs. Van Daan: Anne, could you pass me the potatoes please? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Anne (under her breath): Some people are always so hungry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You can work on the script in Microsoft Word, but you should post the script as a BLOG POST by the end of the lesson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Your script should be at least 20 lines long and fit the character descriptions given in the passage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Have fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-7979173039692284553?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/7979173039692284553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/lesson-3-part-3-dinner-in-secret-annexe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/7979173039692284553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/7979173039692284553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/lesson-3-part-3-dinner-in-secret-annexe.html' title='Lesson 3 Part 2: Dinner in the Secret Annexe'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-3831942145983561953</id><published>2009-07-27T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:21:55.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson Instructions'/><title type='text'>Lesson 3 Part 1: How do you eat your food?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Click on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myjellybean.com/games/personalityquiz/quizoreoq.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;this link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; and try out the Oreo Personality Quiz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In the comments section, answer the following questions in one or two sentences:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. How do you like to eat your oreos, and what does it say about your personality? Give a short summary of your quiz results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E.g. I eat my oreos one bite at a time, which shows that I am normal, casual, nice and friendly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2a. How do you eat your food in general? Do you have any special eating habits? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2b. What do you think the way you eat reveals about your personality? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-3831942145983561953?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/3831942145983561953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/lesson-3-part-2-how-do-you-eat-your.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/3831942145983561953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/3831942145983561953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/lesson-3-part-2-how-do-you-eat-your.html' title='Lesson 3 Part 1: How do you eat your food?'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-4215174565560160330</id><published>2009-07-27T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:43:33.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Answers to Passage-Based Questions'/><title type='text'>Answers to Passage 2 Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You can check the answers to the questions on pages 13 to 14 here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. It is "better to have a bookcase built in front of the entrance to our hiding place" instead of a door because this would disguise the entrance to the hiding place and make it less likely for anyone to discover that there was a Secret Annexe where the Franks and Van Daans were in hiding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. In this passage, the following people are resourceful and inventive in these ways: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mr. Kugler thinks of the idea of building a swinging bookcase in front of the Annexe entrance, and Mr. Voskuijl builds the bookcase on his own. Peter makes a cushion using a towel and wood shavings, which he nails to the door frame, to prevent people from bumping their heads on the low doorway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3a. Anne thinks Peter is an irritating and lazy person who lies around in bed all day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3b. I think Anne's view of Peter is unfair as he does try to make the lives of everyone in the Annexe better by making a cushion for the low doorway. Perhaps Peter feels awkward living in a small space with strangers, especially with two girls around his age, which is why he does not really socialise with Anne. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. I can tell Anne is bored of her life in hiding and feels trapped because she seems to be irritated with most of the people around her, such as Mr. Van Daan, her Mother and Peter. The only event she takes note of is that Peter washed his hair, which is a very dull event. She seems to yearn to go outside where the weather is beautiful, but can only enjoy it from the attic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-4215174565560160330?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/4215174565560160330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/answers-to-passage-2-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/4215174565560160330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/4215174565560160330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/answers-to-passage-2-questions.html' title='Answers to Passage 2 Questions'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-6409349374302007943</id><published>2009-07-27T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:43:57.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Answers to Passage-Based Questions'/><title type='text'>Answers to Passage 1  Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You can check the answers to the questions you have done on pages 9 to 10 here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. I think Anne wants to give her diary the name of a person because she wants her diary to be her friend. By naming her diary after a person, it will feel as if she is confiding in a friend when she writes in her diary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2a. I think that having to emigrate from one country to another because of Nazi persecution of Jews must have been traumatizing for a family with young children like the Franks. Otto and Edith Frank were separated from Anne and Margot for almost half a year, and they must have been very worried about their children as they were only 4 and 7 years old respectively. Both parents and children must have missed each other very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2b. The Franks seem to have been a rather well-to-do middle-class family. Otto Frank works as a managing director of a company, and has the ability to pay for his family to migrate. Anne also attends Montessori nursery school, which is known for being an expensive school meant to groom intelligent young children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. In the sixth form Anne must have been very well-loved by her teacher, who cried so much when she left. She must have been a good student who contributed a lot to the classroom environment. This shows that Anne has good relationships with others, even though she claims that she is lonely and has no true friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. I think Anne may have been more worried about not having a best friend than about the Nazi persecution of Jews because as a typical teenager, she would be more concerned about friendships than about political affairs. Also, she might have felt that the persecution of Jews was out of her control, and it was more important to her to find a friend she could confide her troubles in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5a. The Nazis introduced 13 anti-Jewish decrees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5b. Personal response - do include a reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5c. I think the cumulative effect of these numerous anti-Semitic laws would have been to severely restrict the Jews' freedom. They would not have been able to go to work or have a social life, and would essentially be under home imprisonment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-6409349374302007943?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/6409349374302007943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/answers-to-passage-1-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/6409349374302007943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/6409349374302007943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/answers-to-passage-1-questions.html' title='Answers to Passage 1  Questions'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-699504293876874132</id><published>2009-07-14T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T10:54:02.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where Would You Hide in Singapore?'/><title type='text'>Chuan Ying hides. ♥</title><content type='html'>Where can anyone hide in sucha small place like &lt;strong&gt;SINGAPORE&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Even if we were to hide in a boom shelter, we be found easily.&lt;br /&gt;Most likely we would be found more easily than usual,&lt;br /&gt;In Sg, there's only one place to hide from boom, &lt;strong&gt;BOMB SHELTERS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Lawls. In simple, there's no good place to hide,&lt;br /&gt;So leave it to fate. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ChuanYing ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-699504293876874132?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/699504293876874132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/chuan-ying-hides.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/699504293876874132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/699504293876874132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/chuan-ying-hides.html' title='Chuan Ying hides. ♥'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-7972499263174683854</id><published>2009-07-14T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:19:33.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where Would You Hide in Singapore?'/><title type='text'>where would kai xin hide?</title><content type='html'>I don't think Singapore really have a safe place for us to hide from the Japanese Army.As the Army would search high and low for the location we are hiding.But if have no choice, I would chose to hide in the Food lion that was not far from my house.As the place is at underground and it was also a bomb shelter so it will not easily found by the Japanese Army.It would sound stupid for me to hide in the place that was near my house but it would be easier for me to run away if the Japanese Army really found out the place as I have aready live there for more that 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1b) I would need alot of waters , food sand clothes that are clean . Before the Japanese tracked down on us, we would store more food and water for emergency uses.We would also keep more clean clothes with us.But coz I dont wish that day would come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai xin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-7972499263174683854?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/7972499263174683854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-would-kai-xin-hide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/7972499263174683854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/7972499263174683854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-would-kai-xin-hide.html' title='where would kai xin hide?'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-6225590436921070722</id><published>2009-07-14T11:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:19:33.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where Would You Hide in Singapore?'/><title type='text'>Where Would Michelle Hide? (:</title><content type='html'>I dun really think Singapore got any safe places to hide from the Japanese Army. They will surely have more precaution to prevent us from escaping. If i really hav to chose a place. I will try to hide to other Countries. But i dun tink we can hav ways to travel that far. If can i would not like to hide anywhere. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would need Food Supplies, such as Canned Food. I would also need Bottles of Water n maybe some Fresh Clothes.(: I can get it from my Hse or ask someone I know to help mi get some of the Items n pass it to mi.Of coz we dun wish that to happen! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Michelle(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-6225590436921070722?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/6225590436921070722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-would-michelle-hide.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/6225590436921070722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/6225590436921070722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-would-michelle-hide.html' title='Where Would Michelle Hide? (:'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-449732091914580043</id><published>2009-07-14T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:31:15.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where Would You Hide in Singapore?'/><title type='text'>Peggy Hides! :)</title><content type='html'>1a)i will be very fearful of those japanese as they are very cruel. they can find you no matter what or where we are hiding. i will find a big bush and hide inside or i will just hide in one small corner and not move.if there is a underground possible i will also hide there as its not easy to find us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b)i think i will need water, food and some money just in case of emergency. o.0 and if possible some of my personal stuff. muhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peggy :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-449732091914580043?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/449732091914580043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/peggy-hides.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/449732091914580043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/449732091914580043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/peggy-hides.html' title='Peggy Hides! :)'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-4835645610617732051</id><published>2009-07-14T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:19:33.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where Would You Hide in Singapore?'/><title type='text'>Nicolle hides too!!! (:</title><content type='html'>Qn1a)i think we could hide in an underground tunnel if only we could find one... the tunnel must be very well hidden or else we will be found and we wouldn't want that to happen...(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qn1b)i will need a lot of water, food and money. i will also need my handphone just in case of emergency so that i could contact people. i will also need my soft toys to hug if i'm scared... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicolle(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-4835645610617732051?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/4835645610617732051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/nicolle-hides-too.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/4835645610617732051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/4835645610617732051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/nicolle-hides-too.html' title='Nicolle hides too!!! (:'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-905125771215810971</id><published>2009-07-14T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:19:33.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where Would You Hide in Singapore?'/><title type='text'>I would hide in the Jungles..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think that the place i would hide, would probably be deep into the jungle where it would be very hard for the japanese to come by me. I may also hide in the nearest bomb shelter. I would not need much water if i where to hide deep in the jungle but if i where to hide in a bomb shelter , i would need loads of food and water to be able to hideout for long.The bomb shlter is a good place to hide because it is well protected from bombs or bullets been fired there as well. The jungleis also a good place as well as it makes it a good place to hideout too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-905125771215810971?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/905125771215810971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-would-hide-in-jungles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/905125771215810971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/905125771215810971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-would-hide-in-jungles.html' title='I would hide in the Jungles..'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-4876777675322023772</id><published>2009-07-14T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:19:33.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where Would You Hide in Singapore?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q1 ) I think i might hide in a secluded place , where no one goes , so its quite hard for people to find me , and i will stock up alot on food , so that i can cook and not go to the city too often to buy supplies to eat .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2 ) I would need food , e.g. rice , vegetables etc ... And would need to go to the city to get them , and we would also need to go through checkpoints and need to bow to the Japanese which i think is not fun because if you dont greet them , they will slap you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Dorcas :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-4876777675322023772?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/4876777675322023772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/q1-i-think-i-might-hide-in-secluded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/4876777675322023772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/4876777675322023772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/q1-i-think-i-might-hide-in-secluded.html' title=''/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-1139774434900438690</id><published>2009-07-14T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:19:33.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where Would You Hide in Singapore?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1a. Where would you try to hide from the Japanese? In which part of Singapore - what kind of building, or in an outdoor location? Why would you choose this place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll most probably hide in a bomb shelter in our school, because it's very big, and bomb cannot get through that shelter. Before that, i would bring many many packets of snacks, and enjoy them with Xinni. Reason because, she's hiding in the bomb shelter with me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1b. What resources would you need, and how would you get them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may need a torchlight, a big bottle of water, fresh pieces of clothings in a small bag, &amp; FOOOOOOOD. I can get them from my house and run together with xinni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Meiyi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-1139774434900438690?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/1139774434900438690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/1a.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/1139774434900438690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/1139774434900438690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/1a.html' title=''/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-5332729447071694006</id><published>2009-07-14T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:19:33.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where Would You Hide in Singapore?'/><title type='text'>Where Edna would hide.</title><content type='html'>1a. Where would you try to hide from the Japanese? In which part of Singapore - what kind of building, or in an outdoor location? Why would you choose this place?&lt;br /&gt;1b. What resources would you need, and how would you get them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1a. I'd want to escape to another county if Ihad a choice! But it's too dangerous. So I'd still stay at home. If God wants me up there I'd go, cos there's no point in hiding. :) Anyway how long can you hide? Singapore is sucha tiny county...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1b. Food and shelter. Home = the best place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.s Even Mas Selamat runaway to another country also can find liao.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-5332729447071694006?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/5332729447071694006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-edna-would-hide.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/5332729447071694006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/5332729447071694006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-edna-would-hide.html' title='Where Edna would hide.'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-7837792189695250552</id><published>2009-07-14T10:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:19:33.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where Would You Hide in Singapore?'/><title type='text'>where eugene will hideeeeeeeeeeee (: ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;One day, if i get bomb, i would hide in any of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt; police &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;headquarters&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt;. if all headquarter bomb already, i'd bomb myself. But i hope i can take gun with me also. like play counter strike ((: think too much !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;EugeneLeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-7837792189695250552?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/7837792189695250552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-eugene-will-hideeeeeeeeeeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/7837792189695250552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/7837792189695250552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-eugene-will-hideeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='where eugene will hideeeeeeeeeeee (: ?'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-914321599911094516</id><published>2009-07-14T10:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:19:33.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where Would You Hide in Singapore?'/><title type='text'>Where Haris will hide...</title><content type='html'>If Singapore is attacked by the Japanese,I will run to the nearest bomb shelter to hide if possible.If not possible,I will hide in my house and make weapons to kill the japanese secretly.And if possible again,i will sneak out at night to the police headquarters to check if there is any police to help or give free guns to kill the japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-914321599911094516?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/914321599911094516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-haris-will-hide.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/914321599911094516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/914321599911094516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-haris-will-hide.html' title='Where Haris will hide...'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-3491425238890543370</id><published>2009-07-14T10:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:19:33.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where Would You Hide in Singapore?'/><title type='text'>Where would I hide during the war</title><content type='html'>If I could choose where to hide in Singapore, I would want to hide in Sentosa. If the enemies are here, I would bury myself in the sand in the beach. In this way, the enemies will find it hard to search for me. I won't mind being step by them as long as I don't die. Sentosa also has fruit trees such as banana trees and coconut trees. There will also be fishes swimming around the area in the ocean and I could catch them and have sea food. If toilets are being bombed away, I would pee under the tree. All I need to say is 'excuse me'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mingni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-3491425238890543370?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/3491425238890543370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-would-i-hide-during-war.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/3491425238890543370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/3491425238890543370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-would-i-hide-during-war.html' title='Where would I hide during the war'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-7980937635168210342</id><published>2009-07-14T10:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:19:33.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where Would You Hide in Singapore?'/><title type='text'>I would hide in my cupboard</title><content type='html'>I would hide inside my cupboard under the stairs in my house. Or inside some underground bunker if there was. I would not hide in a bomb shelter because it is VERY obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would need&lt;br /&gt;Lots of food and water.To survive.&lt;br /&gt;An empty book.To Record my actions should I fall and make History&lt;br /&gt;Clothes.&lt;br /&gt;A WEPON. to shot heads below should i be compromised.&lt;br /&gt;A giant enemy crab will do fine as a trap&lt;br /&gt;A Black Ski Mask+Black Pants and shirt + gloves. To use Stealth to find food and water&lt;br /&gt;A Bookcase. to block the door to my cupboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ewan~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-7980937635168210342?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/7980937635168210342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-would-hide-in-my-cupboard.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/7980937635168210342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/7980937635168210342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-would-hide-in-my-cupboard.html' title='I would hide in my cupboard'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-4174603408183583591</id><published>2009-07-14T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:19:33.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where Would You Hide in Singapore?'/><title type='text'>THE SINGAPORE WAR</title><content type='html'>If I was a twelve year old child and singapore kanna attack by the japanese I would hide somewhere people  don usually hide. I would probably would in singapore's garbage dump. this is because people would never suspect a thing.who in the right mind would want to hide at the garbage so people would think that no one is there. i would bring along food and drinkin water and some clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raidah:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-4174603408183583591?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/4174603408183583591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/singapore-war.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/4174603408183583591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/4174603408183583591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/singapore-war.html' title='THE SINGAPORE WAR'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-3937885596341430726</id><published>2009-07-14T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:42:41.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where Would You Hide in Singapore?'/><title type='text'>Where would Violet hide ?</title><content type='html'>1 a) I would hide on Sister's Island which is part of Singapore . As that island will be in total darkness at night with no electricity supply . The island is known to be haunted hence , the Japanese wont dare to go to that island where not much people or no people will live on .&lt;br /&gt;1b) I'll need water supply and food supply. I'll try to dig out water from the underground to provide me with water supply and try to hunt for animals or find some fruits on the island to get sufficient water and food supply for me to consume .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Violet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-3937885596341430726?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/3937885596341430726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-would-violet-hide.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/3937885596341430726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/3937885596341430726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-would-violet-hide.html' title='Where would Violet hide ?'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-8650770051888841017</id><published>2009-07-14T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:19:33.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where Would You Hide in Singapore?'/><title type='text'>Where would i hide?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;1a. I would hide at home. Because home is the best place i can think of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;1b. I would need water and food. Home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-8650770051888841017?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/8650770051888841017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-would-i-hide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/8650770051888841017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/8650770051888841017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-would-i-hide.html' title='Where would i hide?'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-8060879104059340679</id><published>2009-07-14T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:19:33.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where Would You Hide in Singapore?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would hide underground. During that time, it is unlikely that anyone would find us hiding underground. The soldiers would also feel that the place is stinky and smelly, so they won't go down and find us.There is no light coming form the drain and it is dark and therefore it is easier to hide too, as no one would be able to spot us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would need the matress as the place is too dirty to just sleep like that. Too, mainly canned food as that can last long and food would not get so rotten easily. A dim light to allow us to see. The dim light would also prevent the Japanese from seeing the bringht light and go underground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-8060879104059340679?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/8060879104059340679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-would-hide-underground.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/8060879104059340679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/8060879104059340679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-would-hide-underground.html' title=''/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-2380705146918493236</id><published>2009-07-14T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:19:33.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where Would You Hide in Singapore?'/><title type='text'>Where am i hiding</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Edited&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q1a) I don't think there is anywhere that we could hide from the Japanese. They would search up and down for our location. If we are really left with no choice but to hide, i think the bomb shelter in our school is a suitable place for hiding as it's very big. Although it seems stupid but there no other places that i could think of to hide. &lt;em&gt;Haha! Meiyi is also hiding in the bomb shelter with me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qb) I'll need water and some food. Before the Japanese tracked down on us, we would store more food for emergency uses. And extra foods, (&lt;em&gt;Meiyi wants to eat :D&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Xinni&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-2380705146918493236?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/2380705146918493236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/war-in-singapore.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/2380705146918493236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/2380705146918493236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/war-in-singapore.html' title='Where am i hiding'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-7248987780724579520</id><published>2009-07-13T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:28:34.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson Instructions'/><title type='text'>Lesson 2 Part 3: Additional Links</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If you have completed Parts 1 and 2 of the lesson, you can explore the following links to learn more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Some of you are curious about who the Jews are. You can read about them on this website:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jewfaq.org/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;http://www.jewfaq.org/index.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If you want to see what a traditional Jewish person looks like and how they live, you can watch this video on youtube:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=18YmbFNZLVI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=18YmbFNZLVI&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It was created to educate the police in Chicago, USA about how to be sensitive to Jewish people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Finally, you can also explore the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.annefrankguide.net/en-US/bronnenbank.asp?tid=15909&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Anne Frank Guide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; where you read about the Secret Annexe in Lesson 2 Part 1. If you click on the other links listed under the Secret Annexe, you will learn more about the people who were hiding together with the Franks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Of course, you should also read your friends' posts and comment on them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Happy surfing and blogging!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Miss Ruby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-7248987780724579520?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/7248987780724579520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/lesson-2-part-3-additional-links.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/7248987780724579520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/7248987780724579520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/lesson-2-part-3-additional-links.html' title='Lesson 2 Part 3: Additional Links'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-6411917773628017684</id><published>2009-07-13T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:27:25.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson Instructions'/><title type='text'>Lesson 2 Part 2: The War in Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In February 1942, the Japanese, who were allies of the Germans, invaded Singapore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The Japanese occupation that followed was a brutal one, and many living in Singapore were cruelly tortured and killed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Imagine you are a 12-year-old child living in Singapore during this time. You decide to hide from the Japanese army. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In a NEW POST, answer the following questions: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1a. Where would you try to hide from the Japanese? In which part of Singapore - what kind of building, or in an outdoor location? Why would you choose this place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1b. What resources would you need, and how would you get them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-6411917773628017684?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/6411917773628017684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/lesson-2-part-2-war-in-singapore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/6411917773628017684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/6411917773628017684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/lesson-2-part-2-war-in-singapore.html' title='Lesson 2 Part 2: The War in Singapore'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-646595644361824455</id><published>2009-07-13T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:27:09.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson Instructions'/><title type='text'>Lesson 2 Part 1: The Secret Annexe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Last week, we met Anne Frank for the first time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Read PAGE 3 of your textbook  to remind yourself of key historical facts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In 1933, Anne Frank and her family moved from Germany to Holland, as Hitler's Nazi Party introduced anti-Jewish laws. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In 1940, however, Germany occupies Holland and introduces the same laws there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In 1942, Anne's sister, Margot, is summoned to report to a labour camp. As such, the family decides to go into hiding in the Secret Annexe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Click on this link to learn more about the Secret Annexe: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.annefrankguide.net/en-GB/bronnenbank.asp?tid=3070&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;http://www.annefrankguide.net/en-GB/bronnenbank.asp?tid=3070&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Click on "The Hiding Place" in the column on the left of the site, and explore the pictures of the Secret Annexe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In the COMMENTS section, answer the following questions: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1. What might it have been like to live in a place like the Secret Annexe for 2 years? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2. How would you have felt if you had to do so? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-646595644361824455?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/646595644361824455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/lesson-2-part-1-secret-annexe.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/646595644361824455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/646595644361824455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/lesson-2-part-1-secret-annexe.html' title='Lesson 2 Part 1: The Secret Annexe'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-5294866408377605525</id><published>2009-07-07T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:42:35.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life Of...'/><title type='text'>A Day In My Life! (:</title><content type='html'>Hello! (:&lt;br /&gt;EveryDay of My Life is the same.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Special actually.&lt;br /&gt;Go Sch n then after that either go home or go L1 for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot on Com during WeekDays! :(&lt;br /&gt;So i will just watch TV n then do my Hw.&lt;br /&gt;N that is the end of my Day!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i will just go out with my Friends to walk walk.&lt;br /&gt;Lols!&lt;br /&gt;Just went for Nicolle's Birthday Party on last Sat which is 4/7!&lt;br /&gt;Had lots of Fun! ^^&lt;br /&gt;That's all! (:&lt;br /&gt;See you guys tml! (:&lt;br /&gt;Byes~!&lt;br /&gt;-Michelle(:-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-5294866408377605525?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/5294866408377605525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-in-my-life_3275.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/5294866408377605525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/5294866408377605525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-in-my-life_3275.html' title='A Day In My Life! (:'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-6202418297497406838</id><published>2009-07-06T19:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:23:18.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life Of...'/><title type='text'>A day in my life</title><content type='html'>Every day for me is the same.Every morning when will wake up ,I will get dressed and washed and go to school.when in school I will study like crazyand some time even fall asleep during class.After school I will go home or go lot1.At home I will eat my lunch or do homework.After that I will play computer until 6pm.This is my day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kai xin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-6202418297497406838?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/6202418297497406838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-in-my-life_7701.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/6202418297497406838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/6202418297497406838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-in-my-life_7701.html' title='A day in my life'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-8109895604197220203</id><published>2009-07-06T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:23:18.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life Of...'/><title type='text'>A Day in my Life.</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure what to expect in my life. Just come and go.&lt;br /&gt;I wake up early in the morning during the weekdays to go to sch,obviously. Normally, monday is the day i dread most. Cause I'll have lots of homework from teachers and some of them are undone. Once, I reach the classroom, I'll start copying notes etc.&lt;br /&gt;During class, I'll try hard to concentrate on different subjects trying to understand. After school, i'll either go for band or I go home. After i reach home, i'll shower and continue my homework or revision. I'll either watch tv for one hour or use the computer. After that i'll continue to study till i'm happy with what i achieved. Then i'll go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-8109895604197220203?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/8109895604197220203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-in-my-life_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/8109895604197220203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/8109895604197220203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-in-my-life_06.html' title='A Day in my Life.'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-292941406386453967</id><published>2009-07-05T12:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:23:18.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life Of...'/><title type='text'>My first SYF performance</title><content type='html'>Something that I can't forget is my first Syf performance. We were told to report to school early as we needed to prepare for the performance. Bus journey to the venue was long. We waited quite a while before it was time for us to perform. And that was the last time we perform the "overture no.1" We waited for our results to be out. It turned to be a bronze, people cried after wards. It was the first time when I saw some of my close friends cried and don't know why my eyes turned red too. Although we got a bronze, we know that what we really got is silver. For the next Syf performance, Im sure we would get a silver or gold. All we need to do is to work hard for it. YEAH!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINGNI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-292941406386453967?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/292941406386453967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/something-that-i-cant-forget-is-my.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/292941406386453967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/292941406386453967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/something-that-i-cant-forget-is-my.html' title='My first SYF performance'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-7965942690469451584</id><published>2009-07-05T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:23:18.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life Of...'/><title type='text'>My life</title><content type='html'>My day starts at 7.00 am. After doing the usual things after waking up and having breakfast, I go to school. Sit at my table, half-asleep or sleeping, and learn whatever I can learn. Then school ends at 2.07 +/-.YAY! Then, I would go home or go Scouts. If I went home, would have lunch first or something. Then, I would go draw or use the computer. Half though the activity, Barath would either challange me to CS, which i really suck at, or i would do something else,namely homework or someother thing. Soon, the afternoon was gone and mom and dad would come home. We would have dinner together. Then, I would double-check on school stuff before sleeping. My day changes everyday cause I could almost anything I like. It's not gonna be the same thing everday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ewan~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-7965942690469451584?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/7965942690469451584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/7965942690469451584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/7965942690469451584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-life.html' title='My life'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-8700922408003536316</id><published>2009-07-04T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:23:18.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life Of...'/><title type='text'>A day of my Life</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the first day of school for me because I just finished my&lt;br /&gt;7-day home quarantine.I am very lucky not to get infected by the Swine flu&lt;br /&gt;thingy.When i first came in the classroom yesterday morning i was "happy" as i saw eugene&lt;br /&gt;flirting with zakiy.Haha.When i first saw eugene yesterday morning,he had a sleepy&lt;br /&gt;face which made me want to give him a tight slap right on his&lt;br /&gt;cheeks.Lessons yesterday were boring but i get to see a "wonderful"&lt;br /&gt;teacher for the first period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-8700922408003536316?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/8700922408003536316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-of-my-life_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/8700922408003536316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/8700922408003536316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-of-my-life_04.html' title='A day of my Life'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-5609105782518871309</id><published>2009-07-03T15:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:23:18.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life Of...'/><title type='text'>H.Hidayyahhh (: says,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About Her Life,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Basically, I'm just like you, just a little teen, who's going thru a life in Greenridge Sec. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Every morning, I would always fight with time, to at least spare me a little time before I am forced to get up and wash up. But because time is soooooooooo selfish, and doesnt like to share his time with me, feeling agigated, I would then carry my legs to the toilet. After that, I would then start cleaning up my room, start packing up my bags, and then head to schl. I dont have breakfast, as I know breakfast is always not by my side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In schl, I would join my friends for sme fun, before schl starts and everyone has to get back to our own classes, and start having our ears to the teachers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I dont know why I'm sooooo kind to the teachers, but I just love sharing my ears. Yeah, just sharing. And after taking it back, I would then use my ears to transport the information heard to my brain, and my brain will then work out to make sure that I understood what I learnt in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After schl, I would either choose to go with friends or carry my lazy legs to hme for I just hate walking much after schl. But spending time with friends for a little while doesnt hurt me much, and in fact, its really a pleasure to have my time with them. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Afterwards at hme, I would spend finishing the day with either, playing the lappie, studying, or hanging up on the phone with friends.And when night finally fall, I will start cleaning up before parents reach home, and then after that, I will start digging my homeworks and doing em'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when weekends are coming over, I will have late night sleeps, and enjoy my weekends to the max like there isnt tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my life, and thats the way I live it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TCares 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-5609105782518871309?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/5609105782518871309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/hhidayyahhh-says.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/5609105782518871309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/5609105782518871309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/hhidayyahhh-says.html' title='H.Hidayyahhh (: says,'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-5339881638658117766</id><published>2009-07-03T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:23:18.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life Of...'/><title type='text'>A Day Of My Life...</title><content type='html'>Today wake up at 6.36am don really want to come to school as its dam boring school and i yesterday 12 mightnight then sleep.Then just now having PE in class as Mr Tan don have come to school then now at comp lab posting and i also want say this morning when i finish taking temperature i ask Ms Quek to toilet to wash my termometer but on my way to toilet Mr Chui shout at me an call me go back to school and call me to wash it during recess but there nothing wrong to wash now he is so Friendly Understanding Caring Kind lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinten♠&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-5339881638658117766?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/5339881638658117766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-of-my-life_2767.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/5339881638658117766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/5339881638658117766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-of-my-life_2767.html' title='A Day Of My Life...'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-5220707186617582245</id><published>2009-07-03T09:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:23:18.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life Of...'/><title type='text'>A day in my life</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, went school as usual. Nothing much happened. After school, got changed and went for work. The business for that day really sucks. My ice cream melted in the cart &amp;amp; i need to pay it with my own money ): After that, took Boss's lorry to Lot 1. Talked, laugh, giggle in the lorry. (: Reached Lot 1, trained home. Today gonna work again. Hope that business wouldn't be that bad. Bye, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Xinni&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-5220707186617582245?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/5220707186617582245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-in-my-life_5115.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/5220707186617582245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/5220707186617582245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-in-my-life_5115.html' title='A day in my life'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-4775762290370332270</id><published>2009-07-03T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:23:18.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life Of...'/><title type='text'>My Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My everyday is the same boring day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6a.m alam ring but everytime wake up at 6.05a.m then go prepare and leave house to school at 6.30. lalala then after school go home d0 home work, play computer(watch video of wang ren fu) The only thing i interested is Wang Renfu.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson in class boring.&lt;br /&gt;Went home also very boring !&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I will go out with friends after school went to BPP or Lot 1(but seldom go lot 1, everytime go BPP). Every thurdays I will leave school early at about 1.05p.m because I am going KKH. Go gym. It was fun as I know more people and made more friends.^^This is my day.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biru^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-4775762290370332270?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/4775762290370332270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-everyday-is-same-boring-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/4775762290370332270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/4775762290370332270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-everyday-is-same-boring-day.html' title='My Day'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-6865026818394354261</id><published>2009-07-03T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:23:18.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life Of...'/><title type='text'>A Day Of My Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;LOL . what a very very very "interesting" title . zz ! i hate haris b. ahmad for passing me infulenza . today , i didn't feel going school at all . but in th end , i still go . lol , what nonsense . well , today , haris came back . he seemed more stupid alrdy and can't seem to grow up . so first period , came in one "one - dee - full" teacher . he took a plastic bag with 2 pieces of cake . he is roughly 29 - 39 years old yet he find himself young . it's like , so -.- !he liked my bag , my red bag . and i was , err ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; he thinks wayne is fat , but he's , fat ? then he encourage wayne to slim down , but i don't think th "one - dee - full" teacher did slim . so he's like a thief shouting thief . so he's th "best" teacher i ever come across my whole life !! LOL . so miss ruby came in , then literature ! so now doing work she ask us do (: and haris is beside touching me everywhere and disturbing my headphone plug !! LOL ! don't think dirtyyyyy ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;eugene lee . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-6865026818394354261?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/6865026818394354261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-of-my-life_7842.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/6865026818394354261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/6865026818394354261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-of-my-life_7842.html' title='A Day Of My Life.'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-7058949484733584895</id><published>2009-07-03T09:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:23:18.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life Of...'/><title type='text'>A day in my life by Amelia:)</title><content type='html'>There was a day in my life last year when i had a really funny day. I was on my way to school when this PERSON walked by and starting screaming her head off at her legs. She kept jumping around and screaming and i couldn't help laughing at her. She was hilarious!! But that was when i noticed that she had a small black spider crawling up her legs. I then realised what she was screaming about. I walked up to her and tried to help her. But she kept jumping and i couldn't get the spider off her. And she was saying while she was jumping all the time, " EEEeee... SPIDER!!! Spider!!!...." My eardrums neraly burst from her screaming. Not that i was being mean but hey ! It was only a spider! Just flick it away! I finally got the spider off her legs after 10 mins off screaming and jumping from the girl and then let it crawl away. The girl was relived to get the spider off her and she thanked me before walking off. Luckily, i went to school early that morning so i still had plenty of time to spare to continue my walk to school. But that was one of the days that really make me laugh all over again when i recall it. Haha...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-7058949484733584895?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/7058949484733584895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-in-my-life-by-amelia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/7058949484733584895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/7058949484733584895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-in-my-life-by-amelia.html' title='A day in my life by Amelia:)'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-439512344772706001</id><published>2009-07-03T09:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:23:18.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life Of...'/><title type='text'>A Day Of my Life</title><content type='html'>Well my life is different due to different circumstances each day.Mostly is either doing finish my homework and playing computer games or going out with friends to play some sports like basketball or Badminton. i watch some tv series mostly on 9pm on channel 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziayun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-439512344772706001?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/439512344772706001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/439512344772706001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/439512344772706001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-of-my-life.html' title='A Day Of my Life'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-6282665161668581860</id><published>2009-07-03T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:23:18.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life Of...'/><title type='text'>A Day In My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing much happens in my life. Everything just repeat itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I usually wake up quite early and go to school after 6.30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I use the computer when I have time and do my homework when I'm bored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In school, I hang out with friends and we can go *cuckoo* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sometimes. Haha. That's about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joyce^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-6282665161668581860?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/6282665161668581860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-in-my-life_1910.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/6282665161668581860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/6282665161668581860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-in-my-life_1910.html' title='A Day In My Life'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-3464189013383477652</id><published>2009-07-03T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:23:18.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life Of...'/><title type='text'>A day in my life. [:</title><content type='html'>Hello readers (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin  told me this.&lt;br /&gt;"school life might be boring, but once school life is over, you'll have too much time to relax."&lt;br /&gt;So cherish the time in school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah right. Time flies so slowly when you're doing work in school and time flies so quickly when you're outside playing.&lt;br /&gt;Why uh cher? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went sentosa with eight 23 years old people a few days back.&lt;br /&gt;Played amazing race, and i learnt to be independent.&lt;br /&gt;Because during the game, i felt very lost. But i managed to finish the game by myself.&lt;br /&gt;After the game, headed to siloso beach for frisbee game.&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch after that.&lt;br /&gt;I wished my mum was there, because i was lazy to buy my own lunch -.-&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, headed for the Luge.&lt;br /&gt;I'm considered a kid because i'm under 16 -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then uh, they bought the Family Package.&lt;br /&gt;My first experience for Luge &amp;amp; Skyride :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then uh, headed for the Skyride.&lt;br /&gt;Felt sick lah, cause i'm so high above.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had dinner i think.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Clarke Quay.&lt;br /&gt;Went the Mind Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;Played board games &amp;amp; ate snacks -.-&lt;br /&gt;I kept eating that day.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed there until 10pm (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meiyi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-3464189013383477652?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/3464189013383477652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-in-my-life_1733.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/3464189013383477652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/3464189013383477652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-in-my-life_1733.html' title='A day in my life. [:'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-5648065037180535725</id><published>2009-07-03T09:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:23:18.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life Of...'/><title type='text'>Krystalyn's day in her life ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;Whatever I do in a day , is almost a repeat of another .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;It's just the same old cycle everyday . Waking up at 6 , getting ready to go to school , sitting in the classroom , paying attention to teachers , lunch with friends after school , doing homework when i'm home (although i usually do my homework late at night) , blogging and gaming (until i get scolded by my father for using the computer for too long) . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Life's like this almost everyday :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-5648065037180535725?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/5648065037180535725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/krystalyns-day-in-her-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/5648065037180535725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/5648065037180535725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/krystalyns-day-in-her-life.html' title='Krystalyn&apos;s day in her life ,'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-986308393289055274</id><published>2009-07-03T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:23:18.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life Of...'/><title type='text'>A Day In My Life.</title><content type='html'>In the morning , I would get myself out of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Wash up , have breakfast and get&lt;br /&gt;myself ready to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;Reached school , chatted with friends.&lt;br /&gt;And soon , lesson starts.&lt;br /&gt;After school , I would normally&lt;br /&gt;hang out with my friends t have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I'll go home after that.&lt;br /&gt;Bath , rest &amp;amp; do my homework for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night , I would normally watch television.&lt;br /&gt;And sleep at 12am.&lt;br /&gt;The next day , the same cycle starts.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-FELICIA(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-986308393289055274?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/986308393289055274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-in-my-life_3024.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/986308393289055274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/986308393289055274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-in-my-life_3024.html' title='A Day In My Life.'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-3665273987308415555</id><published>2009-07-03T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:23:18.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life Of...'/><title type='text'>A day in my life</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of school for me because I just finished my 7-day Home Quarantine.I feel very lucky because I am not infected by the Swine Flu thingy.When I first came in the classroom I am happy becuase I saw eugene flirting with zakiy.When i first saw eugene with his sleepy face i feel like giving him one tight slap.So today is a very relaxed day in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-3665273987308415555?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/3665273987308415555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-in-my-life_2714.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/3665273987308415555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/3665273987308415555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-in-my-life_2714.html' title='A day in my life'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-6156028838816429579</id><published>2009-07-01T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:23:18.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life Of...'/><title type='text'>Most memorable day</title><content type='html'>There was this day, last year..&lt;br /&gt;It was a normal day, at least, until DnT period.&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting beside a PERSON and when the teacher came in, we stood up and greeted our teacher, that was when SOMETHING happened.&lt;br /&gt;That PERSON ''accidentally'' hooked her shoe with my chair and then when she sat down and stretched her leg, my chair was pulled away and I didn't realise(She didn't too) and then I sat down.&lt;br /&gt;And it was paaaainful. Then we were like laughing and I asked her ''Ey, why pull my chair.''&lt;br /&gt;and she said she hooked her shoe with my chair.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily our teacher did not realise what had happened or else SHE won't be able to get away with ittttt.&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;-LiSing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-6156028838816429579?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/6156028838816429579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/most-memorable-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/6156028838816429579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/6156028838816429579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/most-memorable-day.html' title='Most memorable day'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-4376639091949232330</id><published>2009-07-01T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:23:44.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life Of...'/><title type='text'>A confession of what a regular day is like for me.</title><content type='html'>I'm just like the rest of any other typical teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning I would beg for 5 more minutes whenever someone comes to wake me up. And then, I'd finally drag myself up into the toilet and wash up. After that, I'd skip breakfast and just head for school as I'm too lazy to ponder over what to eat. (Haha lame excuse) Uh then I'll take the bus to the lrt station and meet up with some friends. At bangkit, we'll get off and head for school. We'll then grumble about the amount of homework we have and then ask each other which ones we've completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In class, I'll try to pay attention but maybe rest my head on the table &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;once in awhile&lt;/span&gt; (lol.) After school, I'd go for Band if there's practise, or head to lot1 with some friends for lunch. After that we'll stay there for a little while and then I'd head home in time for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm home, I'll wash up and get ready to have dinner. I'll then start on homework and then use the computer. After that, my mum will nag me to switch the computer off and sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day is more or less of the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-4376639091949232330?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/4376639091949232330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/confession-of-what-regular-day-is-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/4376639091949232330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/4376639091949232330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/confession-of-what-regular-day-is-like.html' title='A confession of what a regular day is like for me.'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-5179469200841944281</id><published>2009-07-01T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:23:44.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life Of...'/><title type='text'>A Day In My Life</title><content type='html'>Everyday of my life is so boring.There is nothng special.Every morning,i would wake up,dress myself.After that go to school.After school is dismiss,I would go straight home.If there is cca,i would go for my cca.I go home and eat my lunch.I would play computer games or watch tv.Then,after that i do my homework.Thats how i spent a day.Nothing special:)&lt;br /&gt;By:JunHao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;junhao&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-5179469200841944281?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/5179469200841944281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/5179469200841944281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/5179469200841944281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-in-my-life.html' title='A Day In My Life'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-7974889275491505339</id><published>2009-07-01T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:23:44.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life Of...'/><title type='text'>my day of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;All i do at home after going to school was to play computer,sleep,eat my lunch and do homework.I seldom watch TV as there is not much interesting show.Sometime,there will be alot of homework and i do not have time to play.I hope that teacher will not give present(homework) anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By:!Xin Zhi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-7974889275491505339?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/7974889275491505339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-day-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/7974889275491505339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/7974889275491505339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-day-of-life.html' title='my day of life'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-8533176956917919584</id><published>2009-06-30T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:42:51.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life Of...'/><title type='text'>A day in my life .</title><content type='html'>It's just normal everyday for me . Nothing special . It's just the same routine every single day and it's kinda bored sometimes . Waking up early in the morning , getting on with school life , doing homeworks , sleep and wake up again . It's like a cycle . Life's boring doing all this but I do have entertainments to keep my soul alive ! I'll play volleyball , watch television , play computer games , chatting online , etc etc .  The days are passing without us noticing , time flies and a boring day like this is common for me and perhaps the others .  This is just my day :D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                              -VioletxD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-8533176956917919584?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/8533176956917919584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-in-my-life_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/8533176956917919584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/8533176956917919584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-in-my-life_30.html' title='A day in my life .'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-2485823618411256935</id><published>2009-06-30T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:23:44.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life Of...'/><title type='text'>Wayne's day of life</title><content type='html'>I am Wayne Ong, all I do at home is just the school work and reflect what had happened on that that had all happen in school. After doing that I would relax and play some online games. Well school can make someone so tried thet they would fall asleep after school, that had sometime happen on me. I could tell you that school is real stress,  you have to keep up witn whatever the teacher is teaching. Today was quite a good as there was no teacher that had gave us any homework, how I wish every single day was like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-2485823618411256935?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/2485823618411256935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/06/waynes-day-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/2485823618411256935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/2485823618411256935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/06/waynes-day-of-life.html' title='Wayne&apos;s day of life'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-1619479549021813591</id><published>2009-06-30T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:42:27.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life Of...'/><title type='text'>A day in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;From Monday to Friday , it'll be the same thing as I just come to school to do nothing else but study like as if there's no tomorrow . Thanks to the teachers for teaching us like crazy ! :] When the time is up , I'll go home to relax , do homeworks if there's any , play comp and whatever things that a usual teenage would do . Oh oh , not forgetting watching tv and jump around the house like a escaped monkey from the zoo . Normally , during weekdays I'm lazy to go out cause of tired from school . Bye !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-1619479549021813591?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/1619479549021813591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/1619479549021813591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/1619479549021813591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-in-my-life.html' title='A day in my life'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-4498000039312540456</id><published>2009-06-19T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:22:19.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson Instructions'/><title type='text'>It's Your Turn to Post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And finally, a piece of homework for the week: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Write a blog post about a day in your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You can blog about what a regular day is like for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Or you can write about a day or a special event that was very important in your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You can include pictures in your post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Each person should post only ONCE. But you can COMMENT on each others' posts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So... we should have 40 posts on the blog about YOU by the end of the week! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-4498000039312540456?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/4498000039312540456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-your-turn-to-post.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/4498000039312540456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/4498000039312540456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-your-turn-to-post.html' title='It&apos;s Your Turn to Post...'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-4727098043268868424</id><published>2009-06-19T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:22:19.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson Instructions'/><title type='text'>Anne Frank and the Holocaust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;After responding to the first blog post, go to the following two links and watch these videos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1) Anne Frank Speaks + Holocaust Documentary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVkc-0cI91o"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVkc-0cI91o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2) The Holocaust through the Eyes of Anne Frank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=3544026060342743637"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=3544026060342743637&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Post your response to these videos in the COMMENTS section. As always, remember to sign off with your real name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Some questions you may want to respond to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1) How do you feel about the events that Anne Frank and her family went through during World War II?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2) How do you feel towards Anne Frank? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-4727098043268868424?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/4727098043268868424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/06/anne-frank-and-holocaust.html#comment-form' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/4727098043268868424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/4727098043268868424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/06/anne-frank-and-holocaust.html' title='Anne Frank and the Holocaust'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4949801838287590517.post-7711886991765366241</id><published>2009-06-19T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:22:19.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson Instructions'/><title type='text'>Diaries vs. Blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Welcome to our Literature Blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We will be using this blog for Literature lessons this term as we are reading about Anne Frank's Diary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm guessing many of you don't keep pen and paper diaries anymore, but you BLOG instead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;For our first activity, click on COMMENTS and write your response to either Option A or B below: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Option A - for people who keep diaries or blogs: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Do you prefer writing in a pen-and-paper diary, or do you prefer to blog? Why? What are some of the differences between diaries and blogs? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Option B - for people who do not keep diaries or blogs: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If you don't like both diaries or blogs, why is that so? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Why do you think people write diaries and blogs in the first place? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Please include your REAL NAME at the end of the comment, so we know who is commenting! Feel free to respond to your friends' comments POLITELY, and do write in clear and proper English!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Have fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4949801838287590517-7711886991765366241?l=2e4lit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/feeds/7711886991765366241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/06/diaries-vs-blogs.html#comment-form' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/7711886991765366241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4949801838287590517/posts/default/7711886991765366241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2e4lit.blogspot.com/2009/06/diaries-vs-blogs.html' title='Diaries vs. Blogs'/><author><name>2e4 Literature Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06169981024606126971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry></feed>
