Hi all,
I hope you're excited on Light energy, poems, NAPFA re-test, our Botanic Gardens learning journey and our racial harmony stall.
Talking about the stall, here's the list I promised (my apologies for the delay as Mrs Nicholas has added more things on our list as we ARE a good class!!! :0)...
1) F&N Rose syrup
2) Fresh milk (dutch lady preferred as its quite cheap, S$1.80 per carton)
3) Ice
4) Ice box
5) Posters for advertising
6) Price list for buyers to see the cost
7) Water container
Mrs Nicholas had asked us to sell Otak-otak and Satay. I'm borrowing my Auntie's electric satay burner for us to cook them on that day! How exciting! But I was asked to wear clothes like a satay seller! Maybe I can ask some of the boys to look like one!
7 comments:
I may be brining the F&N Rose syrup
I may bring ice pack OK? From: Aldeba Chan
Why must where Satay seller clothes just use normal clothes can already wat
My name: Aldeba Chan Read and enjoy! I'm practically perfect in every respect.
I haven't a flaw you could ever detect.
As soon as you know me I'm sure you'll agree
there's no one around who's as perfect as me.
I'm handsome and rich, with a generous heart.
I'm funny, and charming, and totally smart.
At school, in my classes, I only get A's.
I'm also athletic in so many ways.
My clothes are expensive. My hair is just right.
My teeth are all straight, and they're shiny and white.
I'm practically perfect. I'm sure you could tell.
And, oh, did I mention? I'm humble as well.
--Kenn Nesbitt
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Still hv 1! Scroll down! I wrote this little poem.
It was so much fun to write
that I scribbled through the afternoon,
the evening, and the night.
When the morning sun was rising
and the sky was growing light,
I went searching for some breakfast
but no breakfast was in sight.
(If you've ever needed breakfast
then you'll understand my plight.)
I was feeling fairly famished
so, although it isn't right,
I picked up this little poem
and I took a tiny bite.
It was utterly delicious!
It was such a sheer delight
that I nibbled through the afternoon,the evening, and the night.
When the morning sun was rising
and the sky was growing light,
I went searching for this poem
but no poem was in sight.
So I wrote it down again and
it was so much fun to write
that I scribbled through the afternoon,
the evening, and the night.
If you think you know what happened next,
I think you may be right.
--Kenn Nesbitt
___________________________________ Another 1! While strolling down the beach today
I came upon a lamp.
It was dusty, it was dirty,
it was dingy, it was damp.
It appeared that all it needed
to restore it was a scrub,
so I dug it from the salty sand
and gave a little rub.
In a moment it was glistening.
Then, right before my eyes
there appeared a purple genie
of incalculable size.
He was massive and magnificent
and glorious and grand,
and he bowed and said dramatically,
"Your wish is my command."
It was then I did the stupid thing
I now regret I did,
for I know I'll never be again
an ordinary kid.
I considered just a moment,
then I looked him in the eye
and I asked that giant genie,
"Would you please make me a pie?"
--Kenn Nesbitt
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Maybe another 1 lah!Quite gross ! I went to the barber.
He cut off my hair,
which would have been great,
but he didn't stop there.
He slipped with his scissors.
He snipped with his shears,
and cut off my eyebrows
and both of my ears.
I jumped in my seat
causing several more slips;
he cut off my nose
and my cheeks and my lips.
With one final slip-up
he cut off my head,
and that is the reason
I ended up dead.
So kids, if your dad tells you,
"You need a trim,"
just pull out this poem
and show it to him.
As soon as he reads this,
I'm willing to bet,
that that's the last haircut
that you'll ever get.
--Kenn Nesbitt
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Yet another 1! At history I'm hopeless.
At spelling I stink.
In music I'm useless.
From science I shrink.
At art I'm atrocious.
In sports I'm a klutz.
At reading I'm rotten.
And math makes me nuts.
At language I'm lousy.
Computers? I'm cursed.
In drama I'm dreadful.
My writing's the worst.
There's only one subject
I'm sure I would pass,
but they don't teach
video games in my class.
--Kenn Nesbitt
The website is poetry4 kids.com/poem
oh no so long......
By the way Mr Azhari,
My father already decided to buy Otak and Satay that is raw....becoz i told hm about this already..so how many Otaks and Satays do u need? And another good news is my home has a so call " big " ice box and i think it can surely put all the drinks inside there, and besides the Otaks, Satays and the ice box, my father also have provid ice too! :) & how many packets of ice d u need?
After all these questionsss, u can answer me the amount of the things and tell me in school i think this is my only last chance to serve the wed becozz i moving my computer to my new house!!! Bye
Cassandra ur new house is opposite the KALLANG MRT there rite?
hmmmmm...i will tell u in school..kk?
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