"Roll and win prizes!" "Grab some food here!" "Popcorn at only $1!!" Noises of stall owners were trying emulate each other to get customers to patronize their stall. It was the annual community bazaar. Many were enjoying themselves.
While looking around, I spotted this bizarre-looking tent which was covered up in a curtain with many question marks. Strange. Curious, I slowly opened the curtain. "Hello?" not a reply. Squinting, I walked further in. It looked as if people came here to pay respect to venerable gods.
Out of the blue, "Welcome..." I turned. A crystal ball. I didn't really believe in fortune telling then, but curiosity got the better of me. Maybe, I thought, I was going to see the writing on the wall.
I sat on the chair in front. Looking around again, I tried not to worry on such a trivial matter. The fortune teller appeared.
...
I left the tent, wondering.
Monday, 4 August 2008
Monday, 28 July 2008
One Word Topic Essay - Friends
Everyone needs friends, including myself. But, you do not just go around picking anyhow. There are good friends and bad friends too. So, we must learn to choose our friends carefully, as it may affect your life.
Firstly, when you pick your friends, examine the clothes that they wear. The way in which they wear they clothes, gives different impressions. If they are wearing their outfits nice and neatly, it gives the impression that they are neat and tidy in their actions, so they are good friends. But, on the other hand, if they wear their clothes sloppishly, wearing fake jewellery and all that kind of stuff, it gives you the impression that they are lazy in their actions, which makes them bad friends.
Secondly, their language. The words that they use, if too often heard by yourself, you might get influenced. I fyour friends talk to you with respect, they are good friends in a sense that they respect you. But, if they talk loudly and start spewing out vulgarities from thier mouth, it is preety obvious that they are not friends you would want to be with.
Lastly, their behaviour. Good friends treat you nicely and go out together and have fun, whereas bad friends often do things like smoking, take drugs, steal, and everything else bad you can think of. Thus, their behaviour is very important in choosing friends.
In conclusion, although almost anyone can be your friend, it is better to be wise and choose your friends carefully. True friends are those who will be with you no matter what and not leave you in the lurch.
Firstly, when you pick your friends, examine the clothes that they wear. The way in which they wear they clothes, gives different impressions. If they are wearing their outfits nice and neatly, it gives the impression that they are neat and tidy in their actions, so they are good friends. But, on the other hand, if they wear their clothes sloppishly, wearing fake jewellery and all that kind of stuff, it gives you the impression that they are lazy in their actions, which makes them bad friends.
Secondly, their language. The words that they use, if too often heard by yourself, you might get influenced. I fyour friends talk to you with respect, they are good friends in a sense that they respect you. But, if they talk loudly and start spewing out vulgarities from thier mouth, it is preety obvious that they are not friends you would want to be with.
Lastly, their behaviour. Good friends treat you nicely and go out together and have fun, whereas bad friends often do things like smoking, take drugs, steal, and everything else bad you can think of. Thus, their behaviour is very important in choosing friends.
In conclusion, although almost anyone can be your friend, it is better to be wise and choose your friends carefully. True friends are those who will be with you no matter what and not leave you in the lurch.
Friday, 27 June 2008
Term2 Week10 Journal Entry
There once lived a prudent man.
He, although was big-sized, was an innocuous person. He lived by the countryside, a quiet yet serene milieu. Though many may say he's just too timid to even come out of the house, he usually is able to put up with much deleterious and strident obstacles.
Once, ferment started in the city he lived nearby. Through his experiences, he was able to resolve the matter quickly. Most took it as if nothing ever happened.
Maybe one day, he will get recognized.
He, although was big-sized, was an innocuous person. He lived by the countryside, a quiet yet serene milieu. Though many may say he's just too timid to even come out of the house, he usually is able to put up with much deleterious and strident obstacles.
Once, ferment started in the city he lived nearby. Through his experiences, he was able to resolve the matter quickly. Most took it as if nothing ever happened.
Maybe one day, he will get recognized.
Term2 Week9 Journal Entry
It was the summer holidays. It wasn't really quite my idea, but my mother made my attend a camp. (Yes, it's camp again.) Sigh. What else could I do.
When I reached there, the scenery there wasn't as idyllic as i thought it would be. It was just an empty patch of land with no grass, some wooden house and basic neccessites. It was like a horror camp.
The other children there all loved to condescend themselves, using underhand means to mortify me, malign me of wrongdoings that I simply did not do. They didn't even have the slightest look of guilt. They bullied others however they like, as if they were omnipotent, like God.
I was just so relieved when the camp was over.
When I reached there, the scenery there wasn't as idyllic as i thought it would be. It was just an empty patch of land with no grass, some wooden house and basic neccessites. It was like a horror camp.
The other children there all loved to condescend themselves, using underhand means to mortify me, malign me of wrongdoings that I simply did not do. They didn't even have the slightest look of guilt. They bullied others however they like, as if they were omnipotent, like God.
I was just so relieved when the camp was over.
Term2 Week8 Journal Entry
Back to journals with 5 chim words.
In my class, there was one who was very, very obese. I can tell you that because once, he even broke a chair by sitting on it. Poor chair. Although it is pathetic that most of my classmates tease him about his body size, he still is able to maintain that optimistic view on things and keep himself full of bliss.
Even so, his adherent and other friends are good enough for his company. Through all these humiliations, he strived to show his best at the upcoming physical fitness test. It seemed just almost impossible. But, he shockingly was able to perform with lithe, beating the class hands down. It just goes to show what kind of hard work he did before the test.
Should I say wow?
In my class, there was one who was very, very obese. I can tell you that because once, he even broke a chair by sitting on it. Poor chair. Although it is pathetic that most of my classmates tease him about his body size, he still is able to maintain that optimistic view on things and keep himself full of bliss.
Even so, his adherent and other friends are good enough for his company. Through all these humiliations, he strived to show his best at the upcoming physical fitness test. It seemed just almost impossible. But, he shockingly was able to perform with lithe, beating the class hands down. It just goes to show what kind of hard work he did before the test.
Should I say wow?
Holiday Week4 Journal Entry
Nightfall. Who knew camp would be that tormenting? All I could remember is those sticky beads of sweat rolling down my face covered with oil. I just couldn't resist the tempation of getting a shower.
As I slumbered on my so-not-comfortable sleeping bag, I gazed at the moon, sky and those glittering stars. How relaxing. To think the night sky could be this wonderous.
Out of the blue, something amazing happened. A streak of light cut through the sky's view.
Commotions round other students got louder as the shooting star made its way across the sky. I made a wish. It was silly, but I wished that I could have more baths. Really silly. Even I laughed at my wish for a moment. Still thinking about my stupidity, I went back to sleep.
How ridiculous.
As I slumbered on my so-not-comfortable sleeping bag, I gazed at the moon, sky and those glittering stars. How relaxing. To think the night sky could be this wonderous.
Out of the blue, something amazing happened. A streak of light cut through the sky's view.
Commotions round other students got louder as the shooting star made its way across the sky. I made a wish. It was silly, but I wished that I could have more baths. Really silly. Even I laughed at my wish for a moment. Still thinking about my stupidity, I went back to sleep.
How ridiculous.
Tuesday, 24 June 2008
Holiday Week3 Journal Entry
God. There must be at least something I can do! I was at home. One word. Bored.
There's always a situation where there is absolutely nothing to do. Well, you could think of other things to do, like outdoors, games, friends, chatting and stuff.
But, unfortunately for me, nothing. It's like being stuck in a prison cell. At least you can scratch the walls there.
I tried sleeping. It worked, but only for awhile. Not long I was awake and back to square one. Just like now, I'm running out of ideas to write about this journal entry. I can be bored too.
Ok, I thought of something to write.
My tummy grumbled. I took an adventure of a lifetime, exploring my kitchen. Apparently my Mom had hidden many wonderful secrets here. For example, in my very own kitchen, she was hiding my games, toys, and every other stuff she had confiscated from me. It was like some sort of miracle!
Yes! Finally I had something to do. At least it reduced my burden of waiting for Mom to get home from work.
There's always a situation where there is absolutely nothing to do. Well, you could think of other things to do, like outdoors, games, friends, chatting and stuff.
But, unfortunately for me, nothing. It's like being stuck in a prison cell. At least you can scratch the walls there.
I tried sleeping. It worked, but only for awhile. Not long I was awake and back to square one. Just like now, I'm running out of ideas to write about this journal entry. I can be bored too.
Ok, I thought of something to write.
My tummy grumbled. I took an adventure of a lifetime, exploring my kitchen. Apparently my Mom had hidden many wonderful secrets here. For example, in my very own kitchen, she was hiding my games, toys, and every other stuff she had confiscated from me. It was like some sort of miracle!
Yes! Finally I had something to do. At least it reduced my burden of waiting for Mom to get home from work.
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