<?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-1245941552542717255</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:02:26.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EL assinments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlish-ass.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245941552542717255/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlish-ass.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>buu7an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429020331346293289</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1245941552542717255.post-6672079790500904751</id><published>2009-08-03T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T05:44:10.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>english Draft 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He remembered the time when she was on the bed in pain, pleading. Her eyes were in buckets of tears, streaming down her cheeks. Her face became as red as a tomato after all that crying. It felt like yesterday the whole incident happened. Till this day, Amutha’s screams are heard in his ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aruna! Bring in the clothes!” exclaimed Amutha, fighting the wind as her hair flew all over her face and trying to pick the tomatoes which fell on the ground, back into her groceries bag, dragging it back into the house. Aruna and Amutha are strong bonded sisters. But one day, the unfortunate happened. When Amutha came back from her usual daily  routine grocery shopping, Aruna was lying on the floor in a pool of blood streaming from her stomach. She was murdered! Amutha stood still, like a swaying tree, her hair flying all over her face. The police came to the scene as fast as they could. Amutha knew exactly who did this horrible crime. It was their parent’s sworn enemy, Amutha’s uncle, who was fighting for her grandparent’s fortune. But, she did not have any evidence against him. A deep hatred grew on him and his family in Amutha’s heart. She walked out of the crime scene and was never seen again in that area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was walking in the jungle, where many roots of the trees hanging from above. Suddenly, women from age twenties to thirties surrounded her. Fear pierced her heart as she did not expect anything. She could not feel her legs. It felt like jelly. The women dragged her to a demolished house. When they reached, she was covered in mud and messed up hair with leaves entangled into her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your name?” questioned the leader of the tamil tigers, velupillai prabhakaran. “Amutha. Amutha gopal” she said with a dry throat. He knew that she was a tamil as her accents gave her away. “Ok, go get some rest. There is work ahead. Sri, go help set-up camp for this young lady. Show her around”, exclaimed velu, with a dry throat, pointing the direction towards the exit. The two women went away hurriedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Poor girl, suffered a lot at such a young age” said a old man. “See! Look at what the Sinhalese people did! They did a lot of havoc! They tortured even a young lady. She reminds me of my sister! This is the respect they give to Tamil’s!” shouted velu. “But, that’s not…” , “No more buts! We must fight back! Are you still with us or not?” he said, cutting the old man’s speech. A few months past. Amutha became an army nurse. She helped those who was sick and injured from the war and riots. As her stomach became bigger, she became more worried. She knew sooner or later velu would find out about her Sinhalese baby. She was indeed very worried. So, she faced reality and told him. He was indeed very furious. Since then, she and velu were not in talking terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She remembered the time when she and sooria where making love and how she got pregnant so easily. It was only that night when Amutha and Sooria went on a date. As Amutha went to the toilet, Sooria looked around to be aware of his surroundings. Thus, he proceeded to flick some whitish powder into the drink that Amutha was drinking. Soon after, Amutha drank seeping each drop of Coke down her dry throat. The night passed like eating chocolate cake on a plate, and Amutha woke up startled. She was covered in a blue and red quilt blanket, naked under it. She left without even moving a mouth muscle. Sooria left her after this incident happened. She did not know what to do. She still regretted what she had done and swore to not trust men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine months passed like wind circulating the desert. Soon after, Amutha was in labour. She was in it for twelve hours. The leader of the tamil tigers, velu, hurried there to give support. She begged him to adopt the baby as his own. She finally was forced to break her swear. Tears were rolling down her rosy cheeks. “There is a diary under my bed. Its my life”, exclaimed Amutha, with perspiration trickling down her face. He did not say anything and left the room in silence. Five minutes later, screams were heard followed by baby cries. “ Sorry, there is no hope” said an army nurse. He took the baby in his hand and went back to his tent. He named the baby sharvin. Soon after, he went to look for her diary. After reading it, he regretted as what he done and misunderstood the whole issue. He sent sharvin away for further studies. But sharvin does not know the truth till this day. With determination, Sharvin waits for the day to meet his unrevealed sponsor.&lt;br /&gt;(822 words)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245941552542717255-6672079790500904751?l=singlish-ass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlish-ass.blogspot.com/feeds/6672079790500904751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245941552542717255&amp;postID=6672079790500904751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245941552542717255/posts/default/6672079790500904751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245941552542717255/posts/default/6672079790500904751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlish-ass.blogspot.com/2009/08/english-draft-3.html' title='english Draft 3'/><author><name>buu7an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429020331346293289</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-1245941552542717255.post-1820613522266308902</id><published>2009-07-26T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T04:33:15.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>totto-chan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Totto-chan book review.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The school was found by one Sosaku Kobayashi who obviously loved children and had unique ideas about how they should be raised and enducated.&lt;br /&gt;The book describes Totto-Chan's adventures as a curious, imaginative little girl. She is deemed "impossible" by the teachers in her first school and is expelled, but Kobayashi welcomes her with open arms, and, for Totto, Tomoe is a dream come true, a place where she is allowed to achieve her fullest potential and given the freedom to explore her suroundings and express herself to her heart's content.&lt;br /&gt;Totto-Chan is broken up into very short chapters, each one relating a short incident or commenting on an interesting aspect of the school or Totto's life and upbringing. It's an easy read - simple, unaffected and charming - and also rather funny.&lt;br /&gt;Totto and her classmates are cute, but the hero of the book is, without a doubt, Kobayashi who was ever optimistic and always ready to see the good in every child.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245941552542717255-1820613522266308902?l=singlish-ass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlish-ass.blogspot.com/feeds/1820613522266308902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245941552542717255&amp;postID=1820613522266308902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245941552542717255/posts/default/1820613522266308902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245941552542717255/posts/default/1820613522266308902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlish-ass.blogspot.com/2009/07/totto-chan.html' title='totto-chan'/><author><name>buu7an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429020331346293289</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-1245941552542717255.post-2543362977353205052</id><published>2009-07-19T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T02:09:55.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Xinjiang riots.&lt;br /&gt;During the month of July 2009, riots flooded in the chinese city of urumqi between muslim uighurs and Han chinese. The cause is the muslim uighurs complained of repression and discrimination under chinses rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel disappointed and sad as they should not be fighting over this issue and also hurting innocent people at the same time. If  I wanted to try to stop such riots, I would try to make a so called “Peace Treaty” among the 2 parties in a nice manner. If this does not work, I would make the island 50-50 for each of them as usually they would be fighting for land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, if such riots happen in Singapore, I would freak out. And then, discuss what to do with my family. And then flee from Singapore. If there is no ways to flee Singapore, I would hide in the nearest bomb shell. And then, call for rescue. I would try my best to help people around me. If not, I would be partly responsible for their deaths.&lt;br /&gt;Singapore &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1964_Race_Riots"&gt;Riots&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245941552542717255-2543362977353205052?l=singlish-ass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlish-ass.blogspot.com/feeds/2543362977353205052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245941552542717255&amp;postID=2543362977353205052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245941552542717255/posts/default/2543362977353205052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245941552542717255/posts/default/2543362977353205052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlish-ass.blogspot.com/2009/07/xinjiang-riots.html' title=''/><author><name>buu7an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429020331346293289</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-1245941552542717255.post-2230271443555661558</id><published>2009-07-19T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T01:33:08.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sri Lanka AA~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Causes for complication&lt;br /&gt;Citizenship act of 1948 made many Indian Tamils stateless even though they were contributing to the Sri Lankan economy.&lt;br /&gt;The ‘Sinhala Only’ policy made it difficult for many tamils to find jobs.&lt;br /&gt;Tamil students had to score higher than Sinhalese student in order to enter some university courses. A fixed number of places were also reserved for the Sinhalese students&lt;br /&gt;The Sinhalese peasants, Buddhist monks and the sri lankan army were moved into tamil-dominated areas. This caused a many tamils to be driven out from their homes.&lt;br /&gt;Tamil’s perspective&lt;br /&gt;They contribute to the country&lt;br /&gt;They are the descendants of tamils who have been living in the country since 300 BCE&lt;br /&gt;They are able to speak English which helps sri lanka to tighten their international relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History of sri lanka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamils in sri lanka ruled out.&lt;br /&gt;Sinhalese majority monopoly resulted in bloody violence.&lt;br /&gt;Tamil rebel groups began civil war to fight for separate nation&lt;br /&gt;Strongest was the tamil tigers&lt;br /&gt;President rana singhe assinated at may day political rally&lt;br /&gt;Next president vowed to restore peace but was wounded in terrorist attack&lt;br /&gt;Achieved momentary peace but intense political rivalry threatened&lt;br /&gt;2004 tsunami hits sri lanka&lt;br /&gt;38,000 people reported dead&lt;br /&gt;Tamil tigers signed deal with President Kumaratunga to aid  victims of tsunami&lt;br /&gt;Intensifying violence in eastern part treated aid&lt;br /&gt;Tighting turns to war&lt;br /&gt;Suicide numbers rocked the country&lt;br /&gt;Tide was sturned when government launched air raid&lt;br /&gt;Ground troops were closing in&lt;br /&gt;Tamil tigers head quarters got captured&lt;br /&gt;Remaining tamil tigers cornered with a desperate last stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLOT&lt;br /&gt;Aruna and Amutha are sisters (Tamils)&lt;br /&gt;Aruna got murdered by a Sinhalese guy&lt;br /&gt;Amutha have deep hatred for Sinhalese guys&lt;br /&gt;Joined tamil tigers to seek revenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep thoughts of who killed aruna&lt;br /&gt;Revengeful&lt;br /&gt;But fell in love with a Sinhalese guy ( prakesh)&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know which side to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamil tigers found out about it&lt;br /&gt;Amutha got punished&lt;br /&gt;She started to write diary entries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prakesh found out she not Sinhalese&lt;br /&gt;He left her for good&lt;br /&gt;She under stress&lt;br /&gt;Hung herself&lt;br /&gt;Prakesh regretful&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245941552542717255-2230271443555661558?l=singlish-ass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlish-ass.blogspot.com/feeds/2230271443555661558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245941552542717255&amp;postID=2230271443555661558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245941552542717255/posts/default/2230271443555661558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245941552542717255/posts/default/2230271443555661558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlish-ass.blogspot.com/2009/07/sri-lanka-aa-causes-for-complication.html' title=''/><author><name>buu7an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429020331346293289</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-1245941552542717255.post-4488495597070401342</id><published>2009-07-12T05:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T05:30:28.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Should Singlish be the official language of Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my point of view, Singlish should not be the official language of Singapore. These days, many are talking in English very often. But, a certain percentage does not speak fluently and thus, resulting into Singlish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singlish has been the “official” language for Singapore since ages. It has been brought down from generation to the next generation. This may be caused by failing in academic subjects such as English, their 2nd language, Mother Tongue and so on. Minority speaking singlish is the Chinese. Singlish is spoken English in Singapore which is informal and is short forms of normal spoken English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my point of view, people who don’t have enough money to send their children to school are usually singlish victims. Thus, their children usually stay at home with their parents to work and they do not study. And, they learn their mother tongue language, which is their 2nd language. They may also know some English words. So thus, they mix English and their 2nd language which creates Singlish. Examples are typical coffee shop drinks servers, Phua Chu Kang and mostly, Singaporeans. Thus, I think that Singaporeans who are poor usually speak Singlish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I take a stand that Singaporeans may be forced to be the way they are and how they live. And thus, singlish is formed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245941552542717255-4488495597070401342?l=singlish-ass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlish-ass.blogspot.com/feeds/4488495597070401342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245941552542717255&amp;postID=4488495597070401342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245941552542717255/posts/default/4488495597070401342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245941552542717255/posts/default/4488495597070401342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlish-ass.blogspot.com/2009/07/should-singlish-be-official-language-of_12.html' title=''/><author><name>buu7an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429020331346293289</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-1245941552542717255.post-5732846037235552863</id><published>2009-07-05T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:01:29.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Are Singaporeans gracious and socially responsible?” Discuss.</title><content type='html'>“Are Singaporeans gracious and socially responsible?” Discuss.&lt;br /&gt;In my view on this topic, I think Singapore’s population is Gracious and socially responsible to a certain extent. Singaporeans were readily prepared for any infectious virus. For example, Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome ( SARS ), Swine Flu and H1N1. Singaporeans were mentally prepared if the disease affected them or their families as it was deadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2009, April Onwards, there were series of diseases increasing in its patients affected with it. From April 28 to April 30, Singapore’s Disease Outbreak Response System went from green to yellow to orange even though there was no swine flu cases in Singapore recorded. From May onwards, Singapore Started Counting on its cases on Influenza A Virus subtype H1N1. Till now, July 5 2009, There are 1055 cases and counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Event that Singapore took part in is The Asian Youth Games (AYG). The 1st Asian Youth Games were held in Singapore from June 29 2009 to July 7 2009 in over 90 sporting events. Amongst all the countries, Singapore is now 5th position in The Asian Youth Games with over 10 Gold medals in which is Bowling and other such sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I Strongly agree that Singapore is a Gracious and socially responsible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245941552542717255-5732846037235552863?l=singlish-ass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlish-ass.blogspot.com/feeds/5732846037235552863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245941552542717255&amp;postID=5732846037235552863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245941552542717255/posts/default/5732846037235552863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245941552542717255/posts/default/5732846037235552863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlish-ass.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-singaporeans-gracious-and-socially.html' title='“Are Singaporeans gracious and socially responsible?” Discuss.'/><author><name>buu7an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429020331346293289</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-1245941552542717255.post-6738441780287201729</id><published>2009-03-15T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T02:02:24.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 AA. About your career</title><content type='html'>Hi! My name is Buvaniswaran. i am from chong boon secondary school. This year, which is 2009, i am in Sec 3E4... During my free leisure times, i watch TV, listen to songs, play on the computer and eat! When i watch Tv, i usual watch MTV, Animax, SunTv, VijayTv, Okto and other channels. When i go on the computer, i usually go onto facebook, friendster, Maplestory, Getamped and wolfteam. I play games like wolfteam and all as it is very interesting to play and i can meet up with my friends in these games. And my E-mail address is &lt;a href="mailto:buvan_rulz@hotmail.com"&gt;buvan_rulz@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; for facebook and friendster, to add me. And wolfteam is wolfteam.softnyx.net/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school, i sit at the back of the class. Ms chin, my form teacher, made me sit there. But, sometimes i ask teacher permission to sit with genga, helmi and sooria as they are fun to talk to when i feel bored. I also like maths, as it makes the human bain to work. In the future, i would like to be a Doctor(Clinical Psychologist). My responsibilities are to provide psychological services for both inpatients and outpatients as a member of a multi-disciplinary team within department of psychological medicine. The services would include psychological assessments, neuropsychological assessments, individual and group therapy. I will also contribute to mental health promotion programmes and provide guidance and training of psychological methods to other professionals or trainees within the team. There are opportunities to participate in or conduct research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every 6 months or so i go to KKHospital for a regular check-up. Seeing the patients being admitted and hospitalised, i wish that 1 day, i can contribute by being a doctor. And during one of the school december holidays, when i was hospitalised, i was only about 8 or 7 years old. Looking back, i decided to become a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The requirements are:&lt;br /&gt;-Masters Degree in the following specialities such as Clinical Psychology, Neuropsychology, Counselling Psychology, Health Psychology. Those with good Honours will be considered on a case by case basis.&lt;br /&gt;-Minimum of 2 to 3 years of relevant clinical experience required. Those trained in psychological assessments (IQ and Neuropsychological) would be preferred.&lt;br /&gt;-Good interpersonal skills and the ability to speak a second language are a must.&lt;br /&gt;-A teamplayer who is motivated to provide a high standard of patient care.&lt;br /&gt;-A matured individual who is capable of decision-making and critical thinking and judgment in clinical matters&lt;br /&gt;Preferably holding or are eligible for a valid registration, license or practising certificate with an established or recognised psychological professional body such as SRP, APA, APS or BPS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245941552542717255-6738441780287201729?l=singlish-ass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlish-ass.blogspot.com/feeds/6738441780287201729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245941552542717255&amp;postID=6738441780287201729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245941552542717255/posts/default/6738441780287201729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245941552542717255/posts/default/6738441780287201729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlish-ass.blogspot.com/2009/03/2009-aa-about-your-career.html' title='2009 AA. About your career'/><author><name>buu7an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429020331346293289</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-1245941552542717255.post-3967453299100834698</id><published>2009-02-07T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:12:56.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My goals for the next 2 years</title><content type='html'>My goals for the next 2 years is to study hard, pass my 'O' levels, and go a Junior College(JC). In order to go to a JC, I must study hard, and try to get an A1 in every subject as possible. And also, to excel in drama club so that it will help me in my 'O' level points.  Thats' all I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~The End~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245941552542717255-3967453299100834698?l=singlish-ass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlish-ass.blogspot.com/feeds/3967453299100834698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245941552542717255&amp;postID=3967453299100834698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245941552542717255/posts/default/3967453299100834698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245941552542717255/posts/default/3967453299100834698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlish-ass.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-goals-for-next-2-years.html' title='My goals for the next 2 years'/><author><name>buu7an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429020331346293289</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-1245941552542717255.post-7459015510670500331</id><published>2008-02-27T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T19:58:40.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>28 feb.'08</title><content type='html'>Name: Buvan&lt;br /&gt;Class: Respect 2 – 2E2&lt;br /&gt;Date: 28 February 2008&lt;br /&gt;Title: Composition test&lt;br /&gt;Draft 2&lt;br /&gt;Question :&lt;br /&gt;Write about a time when you lost something expensive, but gained a valuable lesson in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the PSLE results were given, I was over the moon. I scored three ‘A’s and one ‘B’. the papers were quite tough as some were difficult to handle. At the time of the exams, I could not watch TV do anything. But, it was worth it. I could not wait to tell my family about it, especially to my parents. As soon as I reached home, I took off my shoes and pretended failed the exams. Then I gave a surprise to my family members. My parents called it for a celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We invited all my relatives. My dad bought me a ‘play station portable’ which in short form a ‘PSP’. I was overjoyed. I could not wait to play it! I quickly turn on the ‘PSP’ to try out the games in it. Where ever I go, I brought it along with me. I continuously played it. My mom started to call me a ‘PSP’ maniac or rather a ‘maniac’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months passed. I was like a zombie playing the ‘PSP’. By that time, I was already in secondary one. The first few days in secondary school were abit tough but I got used to it. Like once a month, I bought new ‘CD’s to play new games which are in it. My grades were going downhill. I thought with the ‘PSP’, I would pass my subjects with flying colours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I went tution for the upcoming test and exams. I brought my ‘PSP’ with me. I was playing it on the bus when, I felt sleepy and decided to take a short name. about ten-minutes later, I felt a jerk and woke up. It was my bus-stop to get down! I quickly ran down the bus. I was searching my bag for my ’PSP’. I suddenly remembered it was on the bus! Unfortunately,  the bus had left a long time ago. I was disappointed about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was doing my test, I forgot all about it and concentration was on the test. My grades went higher and I went to a good junior colleage. If I had my ‘PSP’ with me, I would not be able to get into a good ’JC’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                         The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245941552542717255-7459015510670500331?l=singlish-ass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlish-ass.blogspot.com/feeds/7459015510670500331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245941552542717255&amp;postID=7459015510670500331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245941552542717255/posts/default/7459015510670500331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245941552542717255/posts/default/7459015510670500331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlish-ass.blogspot.com/2008/02/28-feb08.html' title='28 feb.&apos;08'/><author><name>buu7an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429020331346293289</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-1245941552542717255.post-3317532096860851841</id><published>2008-01-23T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T18:16:04.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An incident when I was caught in a storm.</title><content type='html'>I stepped out of my house to buy groceries for my family picnic. The wind made my hair fly about even though I had short hair. I expected that rain would come soon enough. As I reached the supermarket, I noticed that big cauliflower clouds were boiling up. I noticed there was ten-minute gap between lightning strikes. I went around the supermarket looking for the items I needed. After purchasing the items I needed, I started to walk back home. It started to rain. I took out my umbrella in the mist of the pouring rain. The gust of wind blew my umbrella to the road. I ran to the road to get my umbrella. The rain poured down on my head. I distracted myself by counting the lightning strikes while I ran across the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1245941552542717255-3317532096860851841?l=singlish-ass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singlish-ass.blogspot.com/feeds/3317532096860851841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1245941552542717255&amp;postID=3317532096860851841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245941552542717255/posts/default/3317532096860851841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1245941552542717255/posts/default/3317532096860851841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singlish-ass.blogspot.com/2008/01/incident-when-i-was-caught-in-storm.html' title='An incident when I was caught in a storm.'/><author><name>buu7an</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16429020331346293289</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></feed>
