"I'm tired"
I'm tired today... as I only had four hours of sleep last night, thanks to the science test that I would be taking today. I had training yesterday which ended at Macritchie. The training consisted of a 3.2km run and a few sprints and long distance paddling in the water. Other than that, we also had weights training I reached my home in Tampines at around 9... After washing up and having my dinner, I am already overcame with fatigue. I decided that studying for the science test would only be productive when I am wide-awake. So I slept for 2 hours and woke up at three in the morning. My eye-lids were barely open, when I walked to make myself a cup of coffee. It was my fortune, that my father was willing to fetch me to school.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Blog-Writing Prompt #11
Use specific sensory details, describe accurately the neighbourhood where you live.
In my neighbourhood, specifically the place around where I live, has many gardens and parks. Directly below my block of flat, is a primary school, which was the school I studied at during my primary school. So, early in the morning, when I am not in Hwa Chong, I would get to hear the primary school students singing the national anthem and school song.
In my neighbourhood, specifically the place around where I live, has many gardens and parks. Directly below my block of flat, is a primary school, which was the school I studied at during my primary school. So, early in the morning, when I am not in Hwa Chong, I would get to hear the primary school students singing the national anthem and school song.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Blog-Writing Prompt #10
Write about a vivid childhood memory of an event that helped to influence the person you are today.
An event in primary school helped to influence the person I am today and is also an important reason to why I am studying in the school I am studying in today. Back in primary 2, when it is the "streaming" year, where we would be allocated to different classes, according to our academic abilities. During that year, I totally slacked off, and played computer games, watched cartoons, read comics and went cycling with my cousins almost everyday. I only stopped all these during the week before the semestral examinations. However, I did not fully utilise the whole week for revisions. My parents had to resort ot corporal punishments to keep from being restless, and usually it would take 2 days for me to settle down and start "basic" work, because I did not pay attention to teachers in lessons, neither did I do their homework.
The end of year results were devastating and I was being allocated to the last class in standard. So, in primary 3, the experiences in that class, led me to "waking up from my deep dream" and start serious work. Students in that class were all being looked down upon, by some teachers and most of the students. When the teachers were scolding someone fromt the best class, it would always include threats to being transferred into our class. There were even a few times, our form teacher was so angry that she scolded us, "You people are already so stupid. Why can't you people just stop being so restless. You people are going to have a hard time in Primary 6!"
I was furious about the teacher's remarks about us. I decided that I should prove her wrong. Whenever, a fellow school mate sees our class, they will also call it the "Idiot Class" such that the school principal had to address the school and threatened to punish whoever who gave our class names again. I worked hard for that year, and emerged top in standard, even over taking people from the best class. Since then, I have learnt my lesson, and stopped slacking around and screwing up my academic studies.
An event in primary school helped to influence the person I am today and is also an important reason to why I am studying in the school I am studying in today. Back in primary 2, when it is the "streaming" year, where we would be allocated to different classes, according to our academic abilities. During that year, I totally slacked off, and played computer games, watched cartoons, read comics and went cycling with my cousins almost everyday. I only stopped all these during the week before the semestral examinations. However, I did not fully utilise the whole week for revisions. My parents had to resort ot corporal punishments to keep from being restless, and usually it would take 2 days for me to settle down and start "basic" work, because I did not pay attention to teachers in lessons, neither did I do their homework.
The end of year results were devastating and I was being allocated to the last class in standard. So, in primary 3, the experiences in that class, led me to "waking up from my deep dream" and start serious work. Students in that class were all being looked down upon, by some teachers and most of the students. When the teachers were scolding someone fromt the best class, it would always include threats to being transferred into our class. There were even a few times, our form teacher was so angry that she scolded us, "You people are already so stupid. Why can't you people just stop being so restless. You people are going to have a hard time in Primary 6!"
I was furious about the teacher's remarks about us. I decided that I should prove her wrong. Whenever, a fellow school mate sees our class, they will also call it the "Idiot Class" such that the school principal had to address the school and threatened to punish whoever who gave our class names again. I worked hard for that year, and emerged top in standard, even over taking people from the best class. Since then, I have learnt my lesson, and stopped slacking around and screwing up my academic studies.
Friday, February 11, 2011
“Hello, may I speak to Ben please…… Eh, later four o’ clock want come my house downstairs play basketball? OK, I go check first then call you back”, I called my best friend since primary school to play basketball with me at the basketball court directly below my block of flats. As he was quite busy, he asked me to check if the basketball court was empty as he did not want to waste time waiting for others to clear the court before we start our own game. I walked to the window and peered down at the basketball court, it was relatively empty but, I had no choice but to call Ben and tell him that the basketball session would have to be cancelled.
I called Ben and told him what I saw and agreed with me that it is better to ‘play safe’ and stay at home and keep out of trouble. I went back to the window asked my mother to look at what was about to happen there. There were a few teenagers sitting at the basketball court, a lighted cigarette stuck in between their lips, wearing sunglasses and cap. They were all wearing long jeans, and had massive headphones plugged on. They looked as though they were waiting for someone else to join them before they go bowling, discoing etc. However they were all carrying big sling backs. My mother said that it was just another bunch of hooligans waiting for their friend before going off to play and she went back to her work.
A few moments after my mother left the window, the tallest guy among the rest stood up and shouted, “CHARGE!” in Hokkien. The rest of the teenagers threw their cigarettes onto the floor, chucked their headphones into their bags and shot off in the direction the tall guy ran at with black wires flying about behind them as they run. I saw two other guys of similar age running off. The group of boys which were at the basketball court was hot on their heels; some of the boys picked up stones from floor and threw it at the two guys who were running as though for their life. I thought this was simply a minor case of ‘bully’ and did not do anything. The adults present took no action and walked off briskly. The two guys managed to escape the gangsters which were originally at the basketball court.
Then, I heard shouts again. This time it was the gang who were at the basketball court running in the opposite direction. My mother was already at the window looking at the basketball court. What I saw gave me shock. There were two groups of youngsters now, except that the difference between the two was that one group was waving something long and shiny while the other was scrambling to safety, shifting their sling bags from their back to their chest. Taking a closer look, I saw that the teens were wielding “parangs”. They were creating a din. I looked around the neighbourhood at the surrounding blocks and saw almost every window in every block would show the resident of the apartment behind it, looking at the basketball court.
Taken aback, I thought of the murders the teenager was about to commit, but the others followed suit and drew the long knives out from their bags. I was thankful that I was not standing somewhere near the basketball court. Looking at the fight, one of the teenagers’ “parang” narrowly missed another’s arm. I broke out in cold sweat. My mother told me to move away from the window as she picked up the phones and pushed a certain button three times. If my mother did not tell me to move away, I would not have realized that I was trembling. Although I did not get to see what was going on, the expletives yelled and screamed by the gangsters still reached my ears and until, I heard something that would be very difficult for me to forget – a long drawn out scream.
I saw my mother, who was standing at the window; her hand flew to her mouth when we heard the scream. My only guess was that someone was down. The shouting stopped a few moments after the scream. By the time we heard the police siren it was too late, as the gangsters had fled the bloody area. The incident which happened made the headlines of the newspapers the following day. After reading the article, I had a deeper understanding of what happened – what I witnessed the day before was a gang fight.
I called Ben and told him what I saw and agreed with me that it is better to ‘play safe’ and stay at home and keep out of trouble. I went back to the window asked my mother to look at what was about to happen there. There were a few teenagers sitting at the basketball court, a lighted cigarette stuck in between their lips, wearing sunglasses and cap. They were all wearing long jeans, and had massive headphones plugged on. They looked as though they were waiting for someone else to join them before they go bowling, discoing etc. However they were all carrying big sling backs. My mother said that it was just another bunch of hooligans waiting for their friend before going off to play and she went back to her work.
A few moments after my mother left the window, the tallest guy among the rest stood up and shouted, “CHARGE!” in Hokkien. The rest of the teenagers threw their cigarettes onto the floor, chucked their headphones into their bags and shot off in the direction the tall guy ran at with black wires flying about behind them as they run. I saw two other guys of similar age running off. The group of boys which were at the basketball court was hot on their heels; some of the boys picked up stones from floor and threw it at the two guys who were running as though for their life. I thought this was simply a minor case of ‘bully’ and did not do anything. The adults present took no action and walked off briskly. The two guys managed to escape the gangsters which were originally at the basketball court.
Then, I heard shouts again. This time it was the gang who were at the basketball court running in the opposite direction. My mother was already at the window looking at the basketball court. What I saw gave me shock. There were two groups of youngsters now, except that the difference between the two was that one group was waving something long and shiny while the other was scrambling to safety, shifting their sling bags from their back to their chest. Taking a closer look, I saw that the teens were wielding “parangs”. They were creating a din. I looked around the neighbourhood at the surrounding blocks and saw almost every window in every block would show the resident of the apartment behind it, looking at the basketball court.
Taken aback, I thought of the murders the teenager was about to commit, but the others followed suit and drew the long knives out from their bags. I was thankful that I was not standing somewhere near the basketball court. Looking at the fight, one of the teenagers’ “parang” narrowly missed another’s arm. I broke out in cold sweat. My mother told me to move away from the window as she picked up the phones and pushed a certain button three times. If my mother did not tell me to move away, I would not have realized that I was trembling. Although I did not get to see what was going on, the expletives yelled and screamed by the gangsters still reached my ears and until, I heard something that would be very difficult for me to forget – a long drawn out scream.
I saw my mother, who was standing at the window; her hand flew to her mouth when we heard the scream. My only guess was that someone was down. The shouting stopped a few moments after the scream. By the time we heard the police siren it was too late, as the gangsters had fled the bloody area. The incident which happened made the headlines of the newspapers the following day. After reading the article, I had a deeper understanding of what happened – what I witnessed the day before was a gang fight.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Blog-Writing Prompt #9
Pick a scene from your favourite movie and describe the setting in detail.
Use specific sensory details to capture the mood and atmosphere of the scene.
My favourite scene is the battle scene of Helm's Deep in the movie Lord of The Rings - The Two Towers. I like the scene as it shows the battle between man and orcs. It was a total mess, as men and orc alike, fought each other, killing each other in different and fastest methods. Swords and barbaric weapons were being waved around as arrows soared into the sky and miraculously land on an orc. The protagonist of the show is filmed to be the best fighter as almost every stroke he makes with his sword, a limb would fall off the orc or you would see the blade of his sword appearing through the centre of the back of the orc. The sword would be then withdrawn again and brought down a second time, killing the invading beasts.
Use specific sensory details to capture the mood and atmosphere of the scene.
My favourite scene is the battle scene of Helm's Deep in the movie Lord of The Rings - The Two Towers. I like the scene as it shows the battle between man and orcs. It was a total mess, as men and orc alike, fought each other, killing each other in different and fastest methods. Swords and barbaric weapons were being waved around as arrows soared into the sky and miraculously land on an orc. The protagonist of the show is filmed to be the best fighter as almost every stroke he makes with his sword, a limb would fall off the orc or you would see the blade of his sword appearing through the centre of the back of the orc. The sword would be then withdrawn again and brought down a second time, killing the invading beasts.
Blog-Writing Prompt #8
In-Class 10 min Blog writing Prompt #8
Who is your favourite character in To Kill a Mockingbird, and why? What makes him or her appealing to you?
My favourite character in To Kill a Mockingbird is Arthur Radley, also known as Boo Radley to the children of the Maycomb County. I feel that Arthur Radley gives the kids in his neighbourhood a very scary impression, but he turned out to be a hero who saved the protagonist’s life. I feel that the write decribed him to be someone equivalent to be a murderer or worse, but at the end of the story, he turned out to be a kind-hearted man. He is also very pitiful as the children around does not share his sentiments and gives him nicknames instead.
Who is your favourite character in To Kill a Mockingbird, and why? What makes him or her appealing to you?
My favourite character in To Kill a Mockingbird is Arthur Radley, also known as Boo Radley to the children of the Maycomb County. I feel that Arthur Radley gives the kids in his neighbourhood a very scary impression, but he turned out to be a hero who saved the protagonist’s life. I feel that the write decribed him to be someone equivalent to be a murderer or worse, but at the end of the story, he turned out to be a kind-hearted man. He is also very pitiful as the children around does not share his sentiments and gives him nicknames instead.
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