Those who missed, here's sharing one of those nice little tricks Sharon did with us on Saturday.If you dream of being a writer but do not know where to begin try this exercise:
1.Think of something and write it down for each of the following items:
a colour
an animal
a food
a texture
someone's name
something someone said to you today
a feeling
Mine:
a colour: light green
an animal: a goat
a food: rebung
a texture: soft
someone's name: Ali
stg someone said to you today: you're early!
a feeling: calm
2.Write the first sentence of your story, using any three of the above.
Mine:
"You're early, Ali, " said the goat, calmly.
Ali looked up to the light green sky.
"It looks like it's going to rain, " he said.
"You say that every day but it is not the monsoon season yet," answered the goat as it tried to eat some of the young rebung Ali brought with him for lunch.
"It's my mom, again. She wants me to go to Kampong Ulu Banggol to sell these young bamboo shoots, "said Ali unhappily.
"They are called 'rebung' in your language, " chipped in the goat.
"Oh shut up!" Ali was mad. He had no time for language politics that light green morning.
His mother refused to understand or accept the fact that the people of Kampong Ulu Banggol were no longer 'ulu'. They no longer ate rebung. They were into fastfoods and frizzy drinks because of the Free Trade Agreement.
(at this point Sharon said time's up)
Ha ha..we had fun writing crazy things..structureless, plotless stories.We were 'merdeka!'Free!
And this is why writers are so dangerous to the nation. Ha ha.
1.Think of something and write it down for each of the following items:
a colour
an animal
a food
a texture
someone's name
something someone said to you today
a feeling
Mine:
a colour: light green
an animal: a goat
a food: rebung
a texture: soft
someone's name: Ali
stg someone said to you today: you're early!
a feeling: calm
2.Write the first sentence of your story, using any three of the above.
Mine:
"You're early, Ali, " said the goat, calmly.
Ali looked up to the light green sky.
"It looks like it's going to rain, " he said.
"You say that every day but it is not the monsoon season yet," answered the goat as it tried to eat some of the young rebung Ali brought with him for lunch.
"It's my mom, again. She wants me to go to Kampong Ulu Banggol to sell these young bamboo shoots, "said Ali unhappily.
"They are called 'rebung' in your language, " chipped in the goat.
"Oh shut up!" Ali was mad. He had no time for language politics that light green morning.
His mother refused to understand or accept the fact that the people of Kampong Ulu Banggol were no longer 'ulu'. They no longer ate rebung. They were into fastfoods and frizzy drinks because of the Free Trade Agreement.
(at this point Sharon said time's up)
Ha ha..we had fun writing crazy things..structureless, plotless stories.We were 'merdeka!'Free!
And this is why writers are so dangerous to the nation. Ha ha.
4 comments:
My students had a blast with this "lesson plan". cool educational yet fun stuff.
Thanx, Dr F!
I'm glad it was useful, Fynn.There's another one which I liked but kinda tight to type it out now.I'll do that soonest I can (siap dgn drawing, gitu)
off-topic sekejap
nak tanya...nak upload ke download? background music for this blog?
...and did u dig the dashboard of this blog, i mean the admin page of i-glass? blogspot is out of beta already, there a lots of improvement a new themes, i think...you should consider change the look of this blog...just recommendation!
>;)
Boy, memang akak nak b/ground music tu but currently outa town.Boleh kita buat when I get back nanti? Itupun kalau b/ground music tak ambik masa d/load nak access blog ni.Insyaallah.Ni tengah stranded gila dalam snow ni.Rasa macam nak balik Msia je.Kak ni bukan winter punya orang.Susah nak ukur jalan! (terperap kat rumah bukan cara hidup kita orang Melayu) :))
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