...Dawson screamed in agonizing pain on the floor. “Whoa, this game is intense!” said the referee. Seeing that this wasn’t a game of volleyball anymore, I sent my team after them. As Dawson started convulsing rapidly on the floor Mason “The Chasin’” Hale charged after Seth “Shank” and tackled him to the ground. Devon “Devil” Dohrman stole the shank Seth “Shank” had used on Dawson and gave him a taste of his own medicine. Dawson began foaming at the mouth while still convulsing. As Bryce “The Curver Server” Kerkman charged under the net to join the fight, he was met with the cruel fate of a handgun. “Bang” the gun went off, Bryce attempted to matrix the bullet, but instead received the shot to the gut. “Coach Spears, I’m so cold. Coa-” “Nooooo!” I screamed! “Free Willy” Williams then galloped onto the scene to assist our team as Dawson started coughing up blood while foaming at the mouth and still convulsing. Willy then proceeded to chop down the rest of the team with his machete like a boss as I mowed them down with my tommy gun. If I were to describe the scene of the battlefield I wouldn’t be able to, but I’m going to anyway. There was blood caking the walls and floors, bodies lay all around, the charred remains of the gym scattered about and limbs all over. Devon “Devil” Dohrman, missing an arm and a leg said, “It’s over, it’s finally over.” He then fell to the floor and died right then and there. I looked around further, Blake “Beast” Hilkemeier was unmoving, Bryce “The Curver...
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...WHAT IS GOING ON!!! I DONT KNOW!!! NOOOOO!!!! WE’RE BLASTING OFF!!! Then they fainted. XxXxXxXxX Uhnnnuh? Where are we? Said Sam I dont know... replied Jack from the toilet. Wait... Why is water here??? SHOOOOTTT!! My heads stuck in the toilet!! Jack cursed Professor Lucas. Sam was laughing his head off. WHAHAHAHAHHAWHAHAHWHWHAHAHAHAHWOAHHHHHH!!! Im floating!!! MEE TOO!!! Shouted Jack apparently right behind Sam. AHHHHH! Sam screamed. You scared me! Destination arrived Said the computer. Kindly put on your shoes. There will be no n-n-----nee--eee-ddd--- beeeeeeeep Malfunction. malfunction. power down. WAIT!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO! Cried Sam and Jack. A few seconds later... Ha-HA said the com. I was joking. You will have one hour to go outside of the planet. ...
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...Havisham Carol Ann Duffy penned a dark, cynical poem titled Havisham. The poem articulates a deep anguish dramatic monologue of a lonely old spinster lady – Havisham, a character from Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. Havisham was ditched on her wedding day by her fiancé, the consequences were that she was no longer respected and secluded from the society. Decades have past, Havisham remains in her wedding dress and cruses the love of her life for the pain and torture she has faced every day of her life and will continue to do so until she dies. The poet has sink into the characters minds, expresses her thoughts and describes the gravity of the situation by adopting metaphorical setting to convey the juxtaposed theme of love and hate. Carol Ann Duffy has created sympathy for the character by adopting symbolic imagery and characterization to convey the deteriorating and pessimistic life Havisham portrays. Havisham aged single granny, seduced by the dark society and her unfaithful lover curses her life and the naivety as she submerges in her loneliness in her bedroom. The poet has conveyed a striking opening to the poem: “Beloved sweetheart bastard. Not a day since then I haven’t wished him dead” The poet has explored a metaphorical setting to an expose juxtaposed theme of love and hate by the use of oxymoron which illustrates that Havisham has deep feelings for her lover but extreme dislikes him now. Symbolic imagery is expressed by word choice which...
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...last stop is up next, then I have to do that science test. “Ugh!” I tried to groan quietly. Just the thought of the test made me want to hit my head against the seat in front of me. I hadn't gotten to study that night because my siblings had soccer practice. I, Sophia Schans, is the only one of my siblings who does not have any sports to go to, so I have to go and cheer my siblings on all the time. When the bus reached the last stop, I thought, last stop! Finally, now I can get that science test over with! A girl stepped onto the bus that i’ve seen around before, but never really talked to. She looked around the bus for seats, but none were open, so she started coming to me. No no no no! Turn into that seat! Don’t sit by me please! Nooooo! By now she was coming up next to me looking in my direction! Don’t you say it don’t you say it! “Can I sit here?” She asked flatly Oh come on! I thought bitterly. I sighed, picked up my backpack, scooted to the side, sat up, and rolled my eyes. After a little while I got bored staring at her play “Piano Keys” on her phone and decided to start up a conversation. “Hi, I’m Sophie.” I said casually. “ What’s your name?” “ Huh?” She looked up from her phone closing out of her tab. “ Oh, Allie.” “ Um Nice to meat you Allie.” I said with little enthusiasm.“Do you Like Minecraft?” I asked with a little hope, But totally out of the blue. She just frowned. I decided to shut my mouth. After a couple of minutes she randomly replied, “Yeah sure...
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...because his emotional intelligence is very low. Emotional intelligence is the ability to be self aware (recognizing emotions), detect emotions in others and manage emotional que’s. Andrew just got in a huge fight with his employee and co-worker Susan. Andrew- Why is she so mad at me!!? Jake- Susan came to Andrew this morning to tell him a very important piece of information. Susan’s mom just passed away and she came to ask Andrew for the rest of the day off. All Andrew could think to say was, “As long as you finish all of your work, I could care less… Let’s see what ensued. Andrew- Why did Susan just quit? It’s not my fault her mommy just died. I swear she liked working here. What happened? Could it have been something I said?..... Nooooo…. Hmmm….. How can I figure out what would have been the best thing to say? I wonder what Steve Jobs would do. I wonder if there’s an app for that? INSERT AUDIO RECORDING Andrew- Sweet, Steve Jobs App!!!! So I see here that Steve Jobs had high self-awareness with regards to his strengths but not as much with his weaknesses. He had the ability to motivate other people to do things that they did not think were possible. Jobs inability to self-manage was seen in the people that worked under him who often described him as a tyrannical leader. His low self-awareness and inability to self- manage indicate that he was unable and unwilling to make any attempt to understand the feelings of others....
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...UAMP1004 PUBLIC RELATIONS Tutorial 2: Introduction Questions 1. Public Relations is the art and science of analyzing trends, predicting their consequences, counseling organization leaders, and implementing planned programs of action which will serve both the organization’s and public interest – Mexican Statement 1978. Explain the meaning of this statement and give your views about serving both the organization’s and the public interest. 2. Explain the differences between public relations and marketing. 3. Due to the recent economic downturn, your management has decided to merge advertising, marketing and public relations departments. Your CEO has approached and asked you to explain to your subordinates the reasons behind integrating these departments. What would be your argument to defend the decision of the management? Give your opinion. ### Tutorial 3: Kempen Tandas Bersih Mid Term Test (May 2010) In South Korea, the public toilet has become a tourist attraction; in Malaysia, public toilets are tourist attractions, too – for the wrong reason. 1. Looking at the cartoon above, suggest the negative impact of dirty public toilet in Malaysia. 2. Instead of using TV1 and TV2 to promote a campaign, what other electronic communication channels would be more suitable and why? 3. Suggest the possible ‘source’ of this campaign. 4. Suggest two possible ‘noise’ in this campaign. 5. Why is evaluation important in a campaign? 6. Why is research important in...
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...Lilly dropped to the edge of the Aurium Pruritum. She shielded her eyes from the blinding green glow and the violent gusts within. Silvia and Paul both stared in, searching for those which the pit had claimed. Tickela’s screams of agony, those much louder than any of the others, echoed throughout the cyclone. “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! NOOOOO!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSSSTTAAHAHAHAPP THIS AT ONCEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! I COMMAND YOU!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! SSSTTTAAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPP!!! PPPLLEEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAAASSEEEEE!!!” Tickela screamed. Her bellows ceased to be that of pain, quickly becoming that of the crippling ticklish assault against every nerve in her body. Her cries soon became one with the rest of those she committed to the...
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...gosh that is amazing Alexis. We need to find that bear!” As we walked in we linked arms to make sure we were together. We walked up the stairs and into Jane’s room. Carter and I had split up. He was in the hall while I crept around Jane's room. As I looked over my shoulder i spotted it. The bear was sitting on a stool. I knew what I had to do. I grabbed the lighter and the trash bin. I was prepared to destroy this thing. I picked it up slowly and full of hatred. I looked it right in the eye, and I started to see this wonderful unique bear. Why would anyone want to destroy this beautiful thing? Then I remembered I had to be strong. I looked it right in the eye and threw it in the trash as it caught fire. Jane walked in at that exact moment. “NOOOOO” she screamed. Her eyes were flickering from brown to blue. After that bear was burned to ashes, and Jane’s eyes were now brown again, I knew it was safe to hug her. We walked down the hall and we met up with Carter. “Alexis, you did it! You destroyed it for good, and you saved people from getting harmed.” he looked at me with hope in his eyes. I did it, I actually did it. “Hey jane could you please give us a moment?” she looked at me with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on her face. As i shooed her away Carter grabbed my face and turned it to his. “I’ve been waiting to do this ever since I have known you.” and just like that he kissed me. It was a dream. It was my dream, and it came true. And we lived happily ever after. At least that is what...
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...Literature Essay - Draft Throughout the four poems; "To his Coy Mistress" "My Last Duchess" "Porphyria's Lover" and "Havisham." there is a constant attitude towards women and themes such as violence, possession and patriarchal society are present. However these all differ in nature and theme despite the resounding attitude towards women. THCM is written in 17th Century and the poem depicts a man's urges to will a woman into bed with him. The poem has a light tone and humorous aspects throughout. In contrast MLD which is written in 19th Century has a much darker and menacing tone; it is about a controlling Duke and his previous duchess and unravels the dark story behind them. PL is a Victorian poem, the poem is gothic, crude and perverted in parrts with a man's strange insane intentions. However all these poems are linked by the idea of the male possessing and controlling a woman. H on the other hand is a woman's interpretation of a 19th century fictional character and how this character is left with feelings of violent hatred after being let down in marriage by her fiancé who has wed her to gain some of her riches. The theme of the poem is violent and confrontation but does compare and contrast with PL with the gothic nature. These four dramatic monologues do vary in storyline and tone however he same themes are made apparent in all of them and is what gives these poems a link and comparisons. Desire, death, domination and obsession as well as the balance of control between...
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...his car. Bodean is never in a hurry, probably due to the fact he weighed about twelve tons. “I don’t have a minute,” I silently yelled to myself. I don’t have a minute!” I can only imagine what those two guys are going to do to me if I don’t pick them up. Bodean finally waddled back to my car. “Officer Bodean, I’m really in a hurry. Like I said, my mom’s sick and I have to get home.” With a snarl on his lips he glared at me in disgust, emanating from his round red face. “Good try,” he grunted. “You come around that corner a little too fast and don’t you look at the street signs, boy?” He said with one long breath. Here comes the lecture. “It says, clear as day, like the nose on yer face, yield to pedest-ter-eans in the cross walk, but Nooooo, you think yer better than ever’body else, now don’tcha boy? Huh? Hell, you damn near run over them kids back yonder.” Shithead was on a roll. Drewer and Ketchum were horrified, standing on the sidewalk outside the school with their masks pressed firmly against their private parts, heads darting back and forth furiously trying to spot me and my Roadrunner. After a few seconds they gave up and headed for cover between two dumpsters, where they huddled together, unable to control their hysteria. This was one big adventure for the both of them. Certain that I missed the Commanders’-in-Chief exodus from the other side of the school, I resigned to the fact that they were out there someplace, naked, and cursing me like hell. I tried to relax...
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...Introducción La desenfrenada euforia y presión que cargan sobre un adolescente que cursa 2do y 3er año del Ciclo Técnico en la Escuela Industrial Superior pero que busca inconscientemente otra cosa, otra cosa que más bien es instintiva, como un impulso primario natural, y que además tiene aspiraciones artísticas como teatro, dibujo y literatura, pero que siente la mirada constante e insistente de su propia responsabilidad y ambición que lo obligan a exigirse todo lo que sabe que puede lograr para no defraudarse a sí mismo, todo esto sumado a una ideología que se basa en el delirio voluntario y la descarga de tensiones por medio de la expresión sin el más mínimo sentido y sin miedo al qué dirán, criticando a la juventud masiva y sin criterio propio del cual se está plagando el mundo; todos estos factores influenciaron al autor a enchufarse en su computadora y a escribir lo que primero le viniese a la mente, lo que se cruzase de forma más torcida, lo que lo hiciese reír a él mismo, esto era lo que seleccionaba para su texto. Lo que se empezó a formar era un montón de “delirancias”, que mágicamente empezaron a tomar forma, trama y hasta un profundo dramatismo. Una vez estructurado ya no había más que hacerle, ya había cobrado vida propia, solo restaba seguir escribiendo hasta que simplemente decida terminarse. El absurdo no es ni ficción ni realismo fantástico, es el arte de saber volar más allá de la imaginación (ya que esa es zona de la ficción), hay que despegar con mucha...
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...Lovers Or Friends “Wake up Eric time to go to school its your first day, don't want you to be late on your first day of school” Eric mom yelled. “Coming mom” said Eric, “Wait one second and let me put on my shirt” Eric added. The bus pulled up in front of the white picket fence house and Eric is still not ready so he grabs his comb, brush, and his book bag and rush onto the bus. Everyone on the bus starred at Eric as he walked up the three black and dirty stairs. “C'mon boy sit down so we can leave to head to school” the rude bus driver said. Eric didn't know who to sit by because he was new to the school and obviously he thinks no one is going to talk to the new kid. He walked down the hallway as these two light skin boys both wearing fitted jeans and an Hollister shirt one was wearing green and the other wearing a bright yellow color and both wearing all white jordans looking like a pack of sour skittles. As he passed them 1 they started laughing hysterically, as Eric looked at them with a little smirk on his face, one of the boys says to Eric “what are you wearing,them bad ahh reebok and them bad ahh cargos, school Boy”! Eric sat down by himself in the seat behind the two boys. They reached atthe huge, white school building. He got of the bus quickly as possible until then the two boys pushed him out of his way so they could walk he walked through. He had a mean mug on his face like he wanted to punch them in their faces but it’s the first...
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...Unlucky Cupid ➶ Prologue ★★★ She is smart, HE's intelligent. She's gorgeous, HE's sizzling hot. She's popular, HE has huge resemblance to a world-wide known teen-age superstar. She's snob but somehow nice, while HE is the gentleman every girl will die for. Will rivalry cross their fate? Or Love will play their lives? He was always mistaken for the popular singer, whom She really hates. Will Her high school life end up just like those typical one's? Or will He make the best or even worst out of it? ➶ Chapter 1: Interference /KATHERINE'S PERSPECTIVE First day of school, sigh. Simula na naman ito ng hectic schedule, little time, less fun, and whatsoever bothersome school works. Pero first day of school sometimes is not that bad, kasi usually pupunta ka lang sa unahan at magpapakilala. Orientations, introductions, chit-chats - yeah, that's pretty much it. Kaya on second thought, I'm going to enjoy this first day lalo na dahil makikita ko na ang aking mga hmm, how should I describe my friends? Loud speaker-like? Loquacious? Nah, pero siguro ganyan nga sila - love ko naman. Ew, korni ko.I guess back na kami sa routine namin. Si Lindsay, medyo brat, madaldal (as I've said), okay naman pag dating sa academics, mabait, at sabihin na nating medyo war-freak. Di sya close sa parents nya gawa ng wala lagi sa bahay nila. So ayun, siguro yun ang dahilan kung bakit parang naging "Play Girl" itong si Lindsay, in other way. Hindi naman talaga. Pero all in all she's one of a kind...
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...The Giver by Lois Lowry 1 It was almost December, and Jonas was beginning to be frightened. No. Wrong word, Jonas thought. Frightened meant that deep, sickening feeling of something terrible about to happen. Frightened was the way he had felt a year ago when an unidentified aircraft had overflown the community twice. He had seen it both times. Squinting toward the sky, he had seen the sleek jet, almost a blur at its high speed, go past, and a second later heard the blast of sound that followed. Then one more time, a moment later, from the opposite direction, the same plane. At first, he had been only fascinated. He had never seen aircraft so close, for it was against the rules for Pilots to fly over the community. Occasionally, when supplies were delivered by cargo planes to the landing field across the river, the children rode their bicycles to the riverbank and watched, intrigued, the unloading and then the takeoff directed to the west, always away from the community. 第 1 页 共 102 页 http://www.en8848.com.cn/ 原版英语阅读网 But the aircraft a year ago had been different. It was not a squat, fat-bellied cargo plane but a needle-nosed single-pilot jet. Jonas, looking around anxiously, had seen others- adults as well as children- stop what they were doing and wait, confused, for an explanation of the frightening event. Then all of the citizens had been ordered to go into the nearest building and stay there. IMMEDIATELY, the rasping voice through the speakers had said. LEAVE YOUR BICYCLES...
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...Suzumiya Haruhi: Volume One: The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi Colour Illustrations These are color illustrations that were included in volume 1. Cover Page Inside Flap Chapter 1 "Normal humans don't interest me." Chapter 2 Haruhi gets Mikuru into a bunny outfit. Chapter 7 "Hey Kyon, what's that giant?" Prologue Flap The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi Prologue Prologue When did I stop believing in Santa Claus? In truth, this sort of silly question holds no real significance for me. However, if you were to ask me when I stopped believing that the old man wearing the red costume was Santa, then I can confidently say: I have never believed in Santa, ever. I knew that the Santa who appeared at my preschool Christmas party was a fraud, and now that I think about it, every one of my classmates shared the same look of disbelief watching our teacher pretend to be Santa. Although I had never seen mommy kissing Santa Claus, I was already wise enough to be suspicious about the existence of an old man who worked only on Christmas Eve. However, it took me quite a bit longer to realize that the aliens, time-travelers, ghosts, monsters and espers in those effects-filled 'good guys versus evil organization' cartoons didn't actually exist either. No, wait, I probably did realize, I just didn't want to admit it. Deep inside my heart I still wanted those aliens, time-travelers, ghosts, monsters, espers and evil organizations to suddenly appear. Compared to this boring, normal...
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