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Study Strategies

2010-09-26T07:25:00.000-07:00

•Look for an undisturbed place, free of people and transit noise. These things will favor your concentration.

•Avoid listening to music while you study. Otherwise, your attention may focus on what is more interesting -- in this case, the music.

•Make a deal with your friends to not call you while you are studying. Turn off your cell phone.

•Don't study in bed. This is one of the most important study strategies because you need to be alert when preparing for your exam. If you're in bed, you may fall asleep, and I bet you can't study while you are sleeping.

•Start with doing your reading from the beginning to the end. Don't stop to read details.

•Read it again, but this time separating the most important ideas of each paragraph. Search for the meaning of unknown words.

•Summarize what you have read. You will develop your study skills if you're able to summarize what you read using short and objective phrases.

•Ask yourself: what does this mean? What does that mean? If you don't know, study it again, and only stop it when you know everything that was initially a mystery to you.

•Study for an hour and half, with intervals of 10 minutes. Try to relax or eat a snack during these intervals; relaxing helps you to retain the information during your studying.

•Physical exercise is important. The dose most recommend is 3 hours a week. Physical exercise is a good way to improve your productivity and overall welfare.

•If you want to sleep, don't study. If you're sleepy, you won't learn half as much as when you're rested.

Scarcity-Treasure

2010-09-20T06:57:00.001-07:00

REPLAY & REPLAY & REPLAY & ......................... got mny kind of moment ppl will try to flashback , memorise it and redo it , hence want to replay it. BUt it won't , time disallow us from it, tat's why treasure involve at any moment. ( THERE's Scarcity involve) ^^

Too Long Time No On this blog

2009-11-30T06:18:00.000-08:00

Look like once in the blue moon to edit tis blog, sometime i felt so bored n too waste my time to write here. Suddenlly some1 told me about my blog and said me fat hao jor. I was excited. I really dunno wat she talking abt and now i'm here to check and refer wat i wrote last time. " Oh i see....i simply wrote tat with my feeling, n yes i did it b4 but it was long time ago....n olso an situation, the Nth lesson 4 me to learn abt it."declared ME.

Dillemma

2009-09-14T09:11:00.000-07:00

If u knew about the poem " The Road Has Not Taken" u will knew how to choose something tat dillemma. I'm had fell in love. I'm miss some1.... i doesn't realised i was loved her. WHEN I FALLEN ? For a virgin is a challenging, interesting experience. Am i virgin? Mayb is.... i dun no. I'm was suprized, she was the only one! THE ONLY ONE attracted me. She was stolen my heart after one year we met. But for now, i sho left it away. Study is the most important thing for a teenager(i wan call it YOUNG MAN). After college, i get a good job, my world will surrounded by girls. So i must say " HOLD ON!" for it! I tell myself i won't choose her everthough she loved me! Just left it gone.

Listen to the End written by Tony Hunter

2009-08-06T05:54:00.000-07:00

A flurry of wind sent the brown leaves tumbling end over end ahead of her along the dark, glistening pavement. Thin, cold drizzle, driven by the wind wrapped a clammy enbrace round her hurrying figure and swirls of mist danced beckoningly around the street lamps, transmuting their normally friendly beacons into baleful yellow eyes. The tall Victorian houses frowned down disapprovingly on te small figure in the bright red raincoat as if the bright splash of colour offended their staid and sombre tastes.

She quickened her pace, head bent, dark hair plastered damply across a pale face, heels beating out a staccato rhythm that took off with the promise of an echo only to be swallowed by the all-pervading mist, thickening now as it rolled up from the river. The paper bag of groceries, dampened by mist and rain, threatened once more to disgorge its contents and she shifted the grip of her arms, clutching it even more tightly to her breast carrying it before her like a shield against the dark.

Not far now, she told herself. Then home, out of the cold and wet into the warmth and familiariy of the flat. First a hot bath and a long soak, then something to eat and after, with the fire going full blast, an evening spent curled up in the old armchair with a book. She shivered violently and the two cans in the bag knocked together, the sound amazingly loud in the cottonwool silence. A pity that her flat mate was away. The other girl's non-stop chatter and lighthearted approach to everything, annoying at times, would have been a welcome counter to her present moond, The undemanding routine of a typing pool followed by a swaying lurching train journey, packed shoulder to shoulder in a phalanx of blank-faced commuters all exuding an aura of dampness and defeat and finally the lonely walk through damp, swirling greyness, had combined to drown her spirits in a remorseless, confidence-sapping quagmire. At least, she thought, searching for a cheerful note, I can put on some music, turn on the lights and shut out the grim grey world.

The steps of the house loomed out of the mist and she hurried up them digging awkwardly in her handbag for the key to the brass-knockered front door. it swung open onto the dark, lino-smelling hallway. The rain had stopped, the wind had died away and everything inside and out was very, very still. She steeled herself for the part she hated most about coming home at night. the six steps across the lobby to the foot of the stairs and the frantic groping for the light switch, a little plastic knob that when pressed in activated the stairway lights. Its spring-loaded mechanism, set by a money-conscious landlord, then inched its way out giving you enough time to dash to the first floor and press the next button before being plunged into darkness again. Sometimes her hand would miss the button and there would follow a frantic groping lasting probably only a second, but seeming to go on for eternity while the dark crowded in and the panic stirred within her. Maybe the switch had been moved or even removed completely or maybe she had entered the wrong house and when she turned to the door she would find a stranger standing there. Then her frantic fingers would find the switch and the fears would vanish in the blessed light. But her hand would shake as she grasped the bannister rail.

She stepped across the lobby, hand out in front like a blind person and thankfully found the switch at the first attempt. Lights blazed on and she clattered quickly up the stairs to the next switch, repeating of the third floor flat. Clutching the bag high, she got her key into lock and nudged the door open with her shoulder. Flicking on the hall light she closed the door, kicked off her sodden shoes and padded down the hall to the kicthen. Dumping the fast collapsing bag on the table, she went back down the hall to the lounge door halfway along. Reaching around the door, her fingers found the light switch and pressed it down. The globe in the ceiling gave off a sharp crack, flooded the room with a photographic flash of light and expired.

'Damn,' she muttered. No spare globes either. Something she had meant to get but had forgotten during her hurried lunch hour shopping. She was halfway across the room, reaching for the table lamp when the realisation of something half seen in the a split second of brilliance caused her heart to lurch sickeningly and her breath to catch in her throat. Something, a suggestion of movement, a fleeting disturbance at the extreme edge of her vision. So tenuous tht mind and eye had all but failed to register it and only now picked it up on a re-run of a mental filmstrip. She forced herself to keep walking, anxious now for light again, suppressing a cry of pain as she cracked her shin on the coffee table. Her hand collided with he table lamp nearly dislodging it. She grabbed frantically, fumbled for the switch and as the light came on glanced fearfully across the room. The floor length curtains stirred gently and she saw that the big sash window was fractionally open. She let out a sighof relief and realised that she had been holding her breath. Crossing quickly she closed the window and pulled the curtains across. As she did so she saw that the fog had thickened to the point where the glow of the street lamp was barely perceptible. She shivered and a droplet of water escaped from her hair and trickled down her neck. Still wearing her raincoat she wnt back to the kitchen and removing the dripping garment hung it on the back of the door, Down the hall to the bathroom where she set the taps running to fill a steaming hot bath. Then through the lounge to her bedroom where she stripped off her clothes, putting the skirt on a hanger and dropping shirt and underwear into linen basket. Sitting at the dressing table she began to brush out the tangles in her rain soaked hair. After brushing for a minute or so she became aware of coolness in the air that had not been there before. Almost, but not quite, as if she could physically feel the temperature dropping. Must be the filthy weather she thought. Laying down the brush she walked into the lounge and switched the electric fire onto its highest setting. As she stood before it a little whisper of cold air , no more than the faintest suggestion of coolness, brushed her back. So unexpected was it that its icy kiss induced a long shudder right through her. Goose bumps sprang up all over and he nipples stiffened and became erect. The old house often produced strange draughts. She was used to them, though this one seemed to have a presence rather more marked than most. In the same way the house had quite a repertoire of noises; creaks, groans, knocking sounds, even strange whisperings if you had a good enough imagination. Tonight though, it was strangely silent almost as though the blanket of fog had deadened everything around it. In fact, she thought, the silence was so intense that you could almost feel eveything holding its breath. With a start she realised that she was doing so too and felling rather foolish let it out with sigh and turned to re-enter the bedroom.

I'm sorry

2009-08-06T05:41:00.000-07:00

I'm sorry, mum. I doesn't bought a birthday present to u. Actually, i got a present to u but i didn't bought. That is a bouguet of white greenish carnation, i knew in the chinese tradisional present white flower is such of bad thing. Therefore i din bought to u.

1st day i'm start the blog - 06/08/09

2009-08-06T05:15:00.000-07:00

2day not oly is my 1st day, my lovely mum's birthday- 6th August 09. I LOVE U MUM! U're My the most important woman that i love. Happy Birthday to u Mum. From :- Your Lovely Son.