小學生造句

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很有趣的造句！隨著年齡增長，愈發羨慕小朋友能夠如此天真無邪的用語....當然，
也很羨慕這位老師如此幽默的評語，這工作真是享受.....
小學生造句精選

1。題目：一邊....一邊....
小朋友寫：他一邊脫衣服，一邊穿褲子。
老師批語：他到底是要脫還是要穿啊？

2。題目：其中
小朋友寫：我的其中一只左腳受傷了。
老師批語：你是蜈蚣嗎？

3。題目：陸陸續續
小朋友寫：下班了，爸爸陸陸續續的回家了。
老師批語：你到底有幾個爸爸呀？

4。題目：難過
小朋友寫：我家門前有條水溝很難過。
老師批語：老師更難過。

5。題目：又....又.....
小朋友寫：我的媽媽又矮又高又胖又瘦。
老師批語；你的媽媽是變形金鋼嗎？

6。題目：你看
小朋友寫：你看什麼看！沒看過啊？
老師批語：沒看過。

7。題目：欣欣向榮
小朋友寫：欣欣向榮榮告白。
老師批語：連續劇不要看太多了！

8。題目：好吃
小朋友寫：好吃個屁。
老師批語：有些東西是不能吃的。

9。題目：天真
小朋友寫：今天真熱。
老師批語：你真天真。

10。題目：果然
小朋友寫：昨天我吃水果，然後喝涼水。
老師批語：是詞組，不能分開的。

11。題目：先....再....，例題：先吃飯，再冼澡。
小朋友寫：先生，再見！
老師批語：想像力超過了地球人的智慧。

12。題目：況且
小朋友寫：一列火車經過，況且況且況且況且況且況。(請唸出來)
老師批語：我死了算了。

The disaster

It has been a sad sad month and it's only half way through.

First the Fitout team at 5&6 started letting ppl go when it was decided that L2&3 are suspended. Adrian was lucky to be kept and transferred down to the Casino, and that means he gets to stay -- a relief! Then it's our team, the RCT, we had to let 5 teammates go. Honestly, it did not impact us that much -- big relief. But Eric had already been laid off and Mendy was requested to resign a month ago and served her notice and left the first week of the month. She was glad to have to leave -- she was going back to Australia to get married!

This week, worse news struck early Monday - 5&6 will be suspended indefinitely, i.e. until Sands finds a financier/sufficient funding. This means that Adrian job is on the line now. He is gonna be laid off if he is not one of the skeleton team member that's been selected to babysit the project that is now at "vegetable" state (it was said that only 4 will form the team). Adrian is not confident that he's gonna make the team -- well at least that is not the impression he got from the chats that he had with Paul James. However, up to today, they haven't announced anything to the team yet.

The full suspension of 5&6 also means that the RCT will have no shops to open in the project and that will lead to a major downsize of the team. The bad news struck early morning of Thursday (13/11/08) -- I was called in to Ken Holman's room. There, he told me that they've decided that they will keep 12 team members and I was one of the 12. It's gonna be tough moving ahead but that's the reality. He wanted my commitment and with Adrian's future unknown, I will have to commit. And I did.

It wasn't my decision but I got what I hoped for. Of course I want to keep my job considering going back to Malaysia seems to be a bad idea now -- it's not doing any better compared to here anyway.

I should be happy to have kept my job. However, that wasn't the case. You can't imagine how bad it feels to see your mates being let go like that when at the same time, you get to stay. Not unless you've been there -- Adrian's been there and I'm so glad that he understood me. I cried that day before I had lunch with some teammates. I thought it was the worst that it could get. I was wrong.

Then came Friday. The day that they have to break the news to the teammates individually. The management met with them individually and gave them the letters and... that's it. I was busy putting cost analysis together for Mall Management but I couldn't help hearing ppl saying goodbyes and taking pictures... and the fact that Jane and Brian will be parting soon hurt so bad! These two wonderful mates have been my best friends in the team. I don't want them to leave! But I can't do anything about it. I hate the feeling of being helpless. Everything has a solution but not this one. When Eddie came around to my cubicle (he normally doesn't do that, btw, he's one of the selected 12) I turned to him and then broke down and cried. I am not good at things like this. It's harder than I thought. Knowing that some guys have got a family to feed, toddlers and mortgages...

I just hope that all my mates pull this through and I wish them all the best in their future undertakings.

Now I have to worry about Adrian being laid off and sent to another country for another job or finds another job in another country after being laid off. They are going to break the news to the Fitout team next week.

So stressed that my period came 1 week earlier. Shit.

Nothing to be proud of!!

I have never been political. You can say that I'm handicapped - I don't see it, I don't hear it, I don't read it, I don't even talk about it! If there's a grading system to it, I'm probably not qualified to be graded.

I think that was because Malaysia has always been, well, all through my life until I got here, a very calm country politically. People that I met (foreigners) were constantly surprised how well all the different races got along. I have always been proud about this. I still remember there was this ad that said, "Proud to be Malaysian"... I agreed, totally. I even defended the Malays/Muslims in our country whenever I hear criticisms about how agressive they are. They were really such kind people!

As you can read from my last post, things have changed dramatically. I fear going back although I don't earn as much as UDS20,000 a month (not sooooooo qualified la!) but I do earn at least five times better that what I was earning 2 years ago (I must say that Malaysian Chinese employers are not very reputable in this respect)! Besides the money bit, I don't feel safe being in the country anymore. But what do I do?

I love the country - I have always encouraged my foreign friends to visit Malaysia. We have some of the most beautiful islands and beaches, the greenest mountains and the greenest cities, richest cultures (Malaysia Truly Asia, is true!), best food in the world. We have no natural disasters except a few floods. We did not have riots (I don't know about now) like our neigbouring countries do. We have summer all year long! And most of all, we have the friendliest ppl to welcome our guests! And I have never hesitated to help promote my country until now. I feel that I have the responsibility to tell how good my country is but I can't lie...

We are (soon I'm gonna change "We" to "You"!!) killing our country don't you see???
俗語有云: "屎坑點燈 -- 找屎!" in English, we're digging our own graves! Yeah! Go ahead and do it!! You can do it!! Like you always say, "Malaysia Boleh!"

I must quote Patrick Teoh's blog name here --- "Niamah!!!" (this is what he named his blog!)

Some interesting topic...

I have read some very disturbing (yet very very true) about my home country -- Malaysia... One of the blogs I read is Patrick Teoh's "Niamah!!!" but today, I read something that speaks my mind... see below...

Very frightened Malaysian abroad writes
Interesting topic to share....

I HAVE been meaning to pen some thoughts for some time now, to let people actually read the views of the typical 'overseas Malaysian' who is kept away. I realise that my email is rather long, but I do hope that you would consider publishing it (and also keep my name private!).

I shall start by telling a little about my background. Mine is a rather sad tale - of a young Malaysian full of hope and patriotic enthusiasm, which is slowly but surely trickling away.

I am very different from many other non-bumiputeras, as I was given tremendous opportunities throughout my childhood.. Born into a middle-class Chinese but English-speaking family, I grew up with all the privileges of imported books, computers, piano/violin lessons and tuition teachers.

My parents insisted that I should be exposed to a multi-racial education in a national school. In my time, my urban national school (a missionary school) was a truly happy place - where the Malays, Chinese and Indian students were roughly equal in proportion. We played and laughed with each other, and studied the history of the world together during Form 4, with one interesting chapter dedicated to Islamic history.

Though 75% of my teachers were Malays, I never really noticed. My Malay teachers were the kindest to me - teaching me well and offering me every possible opportunity to develop. I led the district teams for English and Bahasa Malaysia debating competitions. I was the only non-Malay finalist in the Bahasa Malaysian state-level elocution competition. My Malay teachers encouraged me to transfer to a government residential school ( sekolah berasrama penuh) so as to enable me to maximise my academic potential. I refused because I was happy where I was, so they made me head prefect and nominated me as a 'Tokoh Pelajar Kebangsaan'. Till this day, I am absolutely certain that it was the kindness of all my Malay teachers which made me a true Malaysian.

I excelled at school and was offered a Singaporean government scholarship to study overseas. I turned them down because I wanted to ensure that I would remain a 'true Malaysian' in the eyes of Malaysia.. So I accepted a Malaysian government scholarship to study at Oxford University .

Throughout my three years as an undergraduate, the officers at the MSD looked after me very well, and was always there to offer support. I graduated with first class honours, and was offered a job with a leading investment bank. The JPA released me from my bond, so as to enable me to develop my potential. I shall always be grateful for that. I worked hard and rose in rank. My employer sent to me to Harvard University for postgraduate study and I climbed further up their meritocratic ladder.

Now I am 31 years old and draw a comfortable monthly salary of US$22,000. Yet, I yearn to return home.. I miss my home, my family, my friends, my Malaysian hawker food and the life in Malaysia . I have been asked many times by Singaporean government agencies to join them on very lucrative terms, but I have always refused due to my inherent patriotism.

Crushing down
I really want to return home. I have been told by government-linked corporations and private companies in Malaysia that at best, I would still have to take a 70% pay cut if I return to Malaysia to work. I am prepared and willing to accept that. My country has done a lot for me, so I should not complain about money.

But of late, my idealistic vision of my country has really come crashing down, harder and faster than ever before. I read about the annual fiasco involving non-bumiputera top scorers who are denied entry to critical courses at local universities and are offered forestry and fisheries instead. (My cousin scored 10A1's for SPM and yet was denied a scholarship).

I read about Umno Youth attacking the so-called meritocracy system because there are less than 60% of Malay students in law and pharmacy, whilst conveniently keeping silent about the fact that 90% of overseas scholarship recipients are Malays and that Malays form the vast majority in courses like medicine, accountancy and engineering at local universities.

I read about the Higher Education Minister promising that non-bumiputera Malaysians will never ever step foot into UiTM.
I read about a poor Chinese teacher's daughter with 11A1's being denied a scholarship, while I know some Malay friends who scored 7A's and whose parents are millionaires being given scholarships.
I read about the brilliant Prof KS Jomo ( right), who was denied a promotion to Senior Professor (not even to Head of Department), although he was backed by references from three Nobel Prize winners. Of course, his talent is recognised by a prestigious appointment at the United Nations.

I read about Umno Youth accusing Chinese schools of being detrimental to racial integration, while demanding that Mara Junior Science Colleges and other residential schools be kept only for Malays.

I read about the Malay newspaper editors attacking the private sector for not appointing enough Malays to senior management level, whilst insisting that the government always ensure that Malays dominate anything government-related.
I read that at our local universities, not a single vice-chancellor or deputy vice-chancellor is non-Malay.

I read that in the government, not a single secretary-general of any ministry is non-Malay. The same goes for all government agencies like the police, armed forces, etc.

I read about Umno screaming for the Malay Agenda, but accusing everyone else of racism for whispering about equality.
I tremble with fear

I read about a poor Indian lady having to pay full price for a low-cost house after being dispossessed from a plantation, whilst Malay millionaires demand their 10% bumiputera discount when buying RM2 million bungalows in a gated community.

I read about my beloved national schools becoming more and more Islamic by the day, enforced by overzealous principals.
I read about my Form 4 World History (Sejarah Dunia) syllabus, which now contains only one chapter of world history, with Islamic history covering the rest of the book.

As I read all this, I tremble with fear. I love my country and long to return. I am willing to take a 70% pay cut. I am willing to face a demotion. I honestly want to contribute my expertise in complex financial services and capital markets. But really, is there a future for me, for my children and for their children? I am truly frightened.

I can deal with the lack of democracy, the lack of press freedom, the ISA, our inefficient and bureaucratic civil service, our awful manners and even a little corruption. But I cannot deal with racism in my homeland.

I think this is the single biggest factor which is keeping people like myself away. And bear in mind - there are so many of us (researchers, scientists, bankers, economists, lawyers, academics, etc.).

What people read about in Malaysia (like Dr Terence Gomez) is but the tiniest tip of the iceberg. You will be amazed to know about Malaysians denied JPA scholarships (which would have made them civil servants), took loans to attend Ivy League universities, but who are later asked to advise our government (on IT, economics, etc.) at fees running to millions of US dollars. Such information will never be published because it is politically incorrect.

As a Christian, I pray for God's blessing on this great country of ours. I pray that He blesses our leaders with the foresight and humanity to see that this will not work and cannot continue. I pray that they will have the strength to make our country a home for all Malaysians and that they will have mercy for the poor, including the non-Malays. I pray for true racial harmony and acceptance (not just tolerance) in Malaysia . - Yours sincerely, A very frightened Malaysian abroad.

Time

I'd bet you know who sketched this. Yup it's me. I have this pinned on my partition because I want to remember the first day I started work in the Venetian.

I've been in Macau for approx. 27 months now... things have turned tougher these days but I'm still hanging here. Got to know so many interesting friends. Although some have already left the place but I do continue meeting different people. Every so often I realize that I'm around mostly Mat Salleh/Gweilos when I'm socializing. Sometimes it feels like I'm one of them and yet I'm not... strange feeling. Yes, I'm an expat here but I'm not very different from the major population here -- Chinese. However, not many Chinese hang out with Mat Salleh let alone Chinese girls. I would sometimes look around me and find that I'm the only Chinese girl in the crowd. Some friends even call me Gweipo...

I know I'm not an average girl all my life. I live a very different lifestyle from my closest friends back home. Sometimes I feel like an outsider around them. Some of my theories or my concepts are alien language to them. Despite all these, I still manage to make some really good girl friends here -- Mendy, Edith, Luria, Jane and Chin. In a way, we are all the same -- crazy and yet we make sense -- we are some of the most sensible girls in the region. hahaha!! At least that's what I think of us.

"If your man doesn't appreciate you... he's a stupid dumb arse..." that's what I've been told. And my reply was, "If he doesn't appreciate me, he doesn't deserve me..." hehehe!

I will hang tough and stick around until one day they no longer need me here and I will show the other parts of the world my charm hahahahahahaha!!

T8

It was the 6th of August... I woke up, well, half conscious, but I could still tell that the rain and the wind sounded louder than last night!! We (well almost everyone I know) prayed very hard(I just hoped, didn't really pray, because I don't really have a God to pray to... and borrowing one didn't sound normal...)that T8 hoisted so that we can all have a day off!! hehehehe yup T8=no work!! (Brian kept looking at the weather updates on the web the day before anyway! hahaha!!

We don't have Typhoon in Malaysia... well, at least our umbrellas don't "transform" into shapes like this in the wind... maybe we have better brollies...

Why did they insist using an umbrella like that????????????????

Anyway, it was a nice day off -- the moment I saw T8 on the TV screen(turn on the TV and they will have a small little log on the top left of the screen that tells you if it's T8 or something else or nothing...), I switched it off and then fell back to sleep... mmm... nice and sweet... mmm... zzzzzz....zzzz...zz..

At approx. 8:11am, Brian texted me and said, "In case you didn't know, it's T8 now and we're are not required to work but if it turned T3 before 2pm, we will need to go back to work... bla bla bla..." ya, ya... not bothered!!!

... we anxiously waited and hope that T3 comes after 2pm... 1:30pm "Babe can you please check the TV and see if it's still T8?" and I shouted back to him from the living room, "Can you please check the internet while I check the TV just to be sure?" and this exercise went on a few times until just after 2:00pm and "Yes!!!" we're off the rest of the day!! hahahaha!!!

It was a lazy day. Very lazy! We slept, watched TV, ate, slept a lot more, watched some movies... mmm... mmm... hahahahahaha!!

Some said that there will be 3 Typhoons in August... I just hope they came during the week... not weekends please!! hehehe

New Born!!!!

Good news arrived yesterday afternoon at about 3pm, I've become an antie again!! My brother's 2nd son is born!

I thought my brother could have taken a nicer photo... hmm... look at this ugly wrinkly little thing!! Hahahaha!!


According to my mom, he's got bigger mouth than his brother and cries louder than him! I just can't wait to get home and give the little thing a big big hug!

Some Engrish Menu!

I have been receiving emails about how Chinese (not only PRC Chinese, but Taiwan Chinese, HK/Macau Chinese, Japanese, Korean...) is translated to English wrongly... They call them Engrish.

Guess What me and Adrian found? We went shopping new the St. Paul's Church one weekend and saw this... but they do sell very delicious food and had asked us to help to correct the mistakes and of course, we did...

(click on the images to view larger image)




I'm not gonna translate... just ask me if you want to know what they are hehehe... For those who read Chinese, don't you dare to ask!!