Well, to add on to my last post, I recently heard of another guy that was on a talent show. He was playing the piano, you must thinking that anyone could play the piano. But did you if anyone could play the piano without any hands but with his feet. Watch the video below.
Well, unlike George Sampson, he did not win, but he did something that really touched my heart. I learned from him the value of resilience, that even without a body part as long as you believe that you can do anything and with hard work, anything is possible.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
As predicted, you would definitely play the video that I have uploaded.Hey guys, remember when we were at the Adam Khoo Booster programme, we learned a lot from that particular session but what struck me the most was when YY showed us all a video(the one on top) about a boy name George Sampson.
He was like any other 14 year old in Britain. But there was something about him that I felt that was special. He had a dream, a dream that he was willing to fulfill and that it might change his life forever.
George had been dancing on the street for a few years just to earn some money for his
dancing class and for petrol so that his mom could drive him around.I felt that he is
mature and it is nice to see that there are kids out there that are willing to work for their passion.
George was a great and a magnificent dancer and there were obviously people that would admire his talent. His street friends asked him to go and enter Britain`s got talent. He rejected it at first but later decided to do it as he needed the money for a better life for his mother.
He danced brilliantly through the first round but sadly could not make it through the second. But that did not bring him down. He mustered some courage, practice dancing more and more and entered the contest again the following year.
This time he danced even better with even quicker moves which was described by Simon Cowell as a phenomenon. he made his way through the two rounds and before he knew it, the finals which he won.
(The performance)
(The results)
Well the bottom line is that you must always believe in yourself in whatever that you do in your life. Like George, he believed so he won. So if you believe and work hard for your PSLE, i am sure that you would do well.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Oral Picture: At the road side Setting: The road side
This picture depicts a scene at the road side, there are some people crossing the road to the next pavement while some people are driving on the road safely. There are students making their way to school and some are riding their bicycles on the road.
Scenario 1 – Normal
There is a young girl crossing the road safely when the green man appeared on the traffic light. There is a wide smile spread across her face. She is also holding the hand of an older lady who is walking with a walking stick. The driver stopping his car next to them seems to be quite happy too.
Personal Response
Personally, I feel that we need to abide by the safety rules when crossing the road so that we can ensure the safety of ourselves or others around us. If we are twelve years and below, we should always hold the hands of an older adult so as to make sure we are taken care of properly.
If we do not abide by the safety rules when we cross the road, we might just get knocked down by any passing vehicle and sustain severe injuries. That would really cause a great commotion.
Scenario 2 – Wrong & Consequence
There is a girl crossing the road. It seems that she had drooped one of her books and has reached down to take it. She seems totally petrified when she saw a young looking boy wearing a striped t-shirt riding his bicycle towards her direction.
Personal Response
In my opinion, I feel that the boy riding the bicycle is wrong as the traffic light specifically showed the red man but he continued to ride his bicycle at a high speed.
He should have spared a thought for the people crossing the road. He basically should have some consideration. Take this girl for instance. If he had knocked into the girl, she would have gotten into an accident and suffer many serious injuries.
If I was that inconsiderate boy, I would slow down at least five metres before the traffic light to ensure that I do not bang into pedestrian crossing the road.
Conclusion
When we are crossing then road, we must learn to abide by the rules and spare a thought for the feeling of others so as to ensure the safety of ourselves and to make Singapore a safe country to be in.
Scenario 1 – Normal
There is a young girl crossing the road safely when the green man appeared on the traffic light. There is a wide smile spread across her face. She is also holding the hand of an older lady who is walking with a walking stick. The driver stopping his car next to them seems to be quite happy too.
Personal Response
Personally, I feel that we need to abide by the safety rules when crossing the road so that we can ensure the safety of ourselves or others around us. If we are twelve years and below, we should always hold the hands of an older adult so as to make sure we are taken care of properly.
If we do not abide by the safety rules when we cross the road, we might just get knocked down by any passing vehicle and sustain severe injuries. That would really cause a great commotion.
Scenario 2 – Wrong & Consequence
There is a girl crossing the road. It seems that she had drooped one of her books and has reached down to take it. She seems totally petrified when she saw a young looking boy wearing a striped t-shirt riding his bicycle towards her direction.
Personal Response
In my opinion, I feel that the boy riding the bicycle is wrong as the traffic light specifically showed the red man but he continued to ride his bicycle at a high speed.
He should have spared a thought for the people crossing the road. He basically should have some consideration. Take this girl for instance. If he had knocked into the girl, she would have gotten into an accident and suffer many serious injuries.
If I was that inconsiderate boy, I would slow down at least five metres before the traffic light to ensure that I do not bang into pedestrian crossing the road.
Conclusion
When we are crossing then road, we must learn to abide by the rules and spare a thought for the feeling of others so as to ensure the safety of ourselves and to make Singapore a safe country to be in.
Oral Picture: In the classroom Setting: the classroom
This picture depicts a scene in a classroom, it appears to me that the teacher is happily teaching the class about parachuting. There is story book with a picture of a man parachuting beside her on a stand. Most of her students are listening attentively about interesting facts in parachuting.
Scenario 1 – Wrong & Consequence
There are two boys that are not listening to the teacher. Apparently, they are playing a game of tug and war with a storybook which they both want to read. A student beside her saw what happened and raised her hand up to alert the teacher.
Personal Response
I personally feel what the two boys is doing is wrong as they are not giving respect to the teacher presenting. I fell that they are very rude towards the teacher.
They should be listening to the teacher like the rest of the students. They should also learn to give way to one another and to share so that it would prevent fighting between them.
I feel that what the student beside them is doing is correct as I think the teacher was too engrossed about teaching the other students that she had forgotten about the two mischievous boys. When we see someone doing wrong in the class we must always remember to alert the teacher.
Conclusion
When we are in the classroom, we must learn to respect the teacher and not to play a fool in class.
Scenario 1 – Wrong & Consequence
There are two boys that are not listening to the teacher. Apparently, they are playing a game of tug and war with a storybook which they both want to read. A student beside her saw what happened and raised her hand up to alert the teacher.
Personal Response
I personally feel what the two boys is doing is wrong as they are not giving respect to the teacher presenting. I fell that they are very rude towards the teacher.
They should be listening to the teacher like the rest of the students. They should also learn to give way to one another and to share so that it would prevent fighting between them.
I feel that what the student beside them is doing is correct as I think the teacher was too engrossed about teaching the other students that she had forgotten about the two mischievous boys. When we see someone doing wrong in the class we must always remember to alert the teacher.
Conclusion
When we are in the classroom, we must learn to respect the teacher and not to play a fool in class.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Blogging again..........
I basically have not blogged for a while, so I am doing it today. My weekends were very fun.On Saturday, I went to Safra resort to have a meal with my aunt and uncles cousins and my family.
We arrived at the place at around 6pm. Before anybody came, I was smsing for along period of time.( Very rude) I was totally famished and very eager to eat the food that was coming but I knew that I had to wait for the others first.
My aunty and uncle were the first to arrive, they discussed and ordered the food with my parents. When I heard the words crag and fried rice, I burst out in joy as they were one of my favourite dishes.
My cousins came soon after and we started chatting and chatting. We were enjoying ourselves so much that we did not even realised that the food has arrived. I wolfed down the hunger antidotes and then continued talking about recent events.
Time passed fast and we all gathered at my house. We then went into seperate cars and drove to our destination.The adults all gathered to the basement and continued to chat while watching television.Soon enough, it was close to mid night and we all gathered to our home sweet home.
The next day,I went to church in the morning as usual. I went home for lunch and did my homework for three hours. At six pm, we went to meet my mother`s side of the family at a restraunt called mushroom pot for dinner.
The food there was simply delicious, we finished it in no time. After we thanked each othyer for the wonderful time we had, we all spit up went to our home sweet home.
We arrived at the place at around 6pm. Before anybody came, I was smsing for along period of time.( Very rude) I was totally famished and very eager to eat the food that was coming but I knew that I had to wait for the others first.
My aunty and uncle were the first to arrive, they discussed and ordered the food with my parents. When I heard the words crag and fried rice, I burst out in joy as they were one of my favourite dishes.
My cousins came soon after and we started chatting and chatting. We were enjoying ourselves so much that we did not even realised that the food has arrived. I wolfed down the hunger antidotes and then continued talking about recent events.
Time passed fast and we all gathered at my house. We then went into seperate cars and drove to our destination.The adults all gathered to the basement and continued to chat while watching television.Soon enough, it was close to mid night and we all gathered to our home sweet home.
The next day,I went to church in the morning as usual. I went home for lunch and did my homework for three hours. At six pm, we went to meet my mother`s side of the family at a restraunt called mushroom pot for dinner.
The food there was simply delicious, we finished it in no time. After we thanked each othyer for the wonderful time we had, we all spit up went to our home sweet home.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
The missing basketball medal
Everyone gathered around me with eager eyes. They all wanted to know who stole the medal. Before the truth was revealed, the school gardener stepped into the library, he was soaked from the heavy rain that led him to be in an extremely bad mood.
“Mrs Tan, what is your basketball medal doing in the koi pond?” he groaned as he took a shiny and familiar medal out of his rubbish bag.
“Someone one must have placed the medal there, it is certainly one of these children, Alan, Chris or Jane. Thank you for finding the medal, Mr Loh,” Mrs Tan quipped as she grabbed the basketball medal from Mr Loh.
Mr Loh, who simply did not care, walked out of the library. “Who was that person who took the medal? It must be you Jane, your uniform is all wet, you must have been caught in the rain while trying to hide the basketball medal!”Sean bellowed at Jane, his arms crossed.
I was simply disgusted at Sean`s impulsivity. How could he blame Jane without having any evidence? I then explained to the rest that I had earlier been to the koi pond with Sean, I commented to him that that the paint that decorated the coloured pebbles was of inferior quality as the colour was running. The culprit must have had some paint on their bodies.
All eyes fell on each other and soon after, everybody`s eyes seemed to have fallen on Mrs Tan as she had paint on her sleeves and the side of her shoes. That paint on her was coincidentally of the same colour as the coloured pebbles. Sean, as usual, jumped into conclusion, saying that Mrs Tan was the thief.
“Mrs Tan, can you please explained how the side of your shoes and the sleeves of your shirt has paint that were the same that decorated the pebbles at the koi pond?” I asked politely.
There was not a single word that came out of Mrs Tan`s mouth, but the others had something to say.
“Mrs Tan must not have done it, she is a teacher, “Alan whispered softly, trying to defend Mrs Tan.
“Mrs Tan must have done it! She should be ashamed of herself, she should be the one in detention, not me!” Chris bellowed
“Come on guys, I agree with Alan. Mrs Tan is a teacher and besides, she has the basketball medal to herself everyday in the library, why would she need it at all? Am I right Mrs Tan?” Jane quipped.
“Mrs Tan, was it for Peter?” I asked, hoping for an answer. Everyone gathered around me once again, wondering who Peter was. I then explained that Peter, who was Mrs Tan`s son was my neighbours. Peter had a strong passion for basketball, he would practise every day and he became so good. So good that he represented White Sands Primary school in basketball and reached the finals of league, the opposing team was our school and we all know that they lost.
To make matters worse, he later discovered he had cancer and could not play basketball anymore. That totally shattered his dreams of being a professional basketball player.
Mrs Tan lips quivered, her eyes turned red, knees became wobbly and collapsed onto the chair. As tears slowly streamed down her cheeks, she let out a scream, “Yes, I admit, I was the one who took the basketball medal and hid it in the koi pond! Ali, you were right, it was the only way to honour my dying son`s last wish! He wished that he could just touch the shiny surface of that medal. I planned my theft and when the school was empty, I hid the basketball medal into the koi pond and ran back to the library. The rest you all know. I am so sorry you three, I should not have misused my power over you.”
There was a complete silence for a whole minute. Jane then put her arms over the tearing Mrs Tan. Chris and Sean were totally unsympathetic, Alan just wanted to go home while I went over with Jane and console Mrs Tan
Mrs Tan then told everyone that she knew she had done something wrong. She said she needed to inform the principal/.She collected her heavy body with her remaining energy and quietly left the library.
Mrs Tan was not seen on the next few days of school. Nobody knew or breathe a word about this incident. Obituary than reported that peter died. We attended the funeral where we met Mrs Tan. She seemed well but full of grief after the death of her precious son.
She explained that the principal told her to take few days of leave. She would be going back to school soon.
“Mrs Tan, what is your basketball medal doing in the koi pond?” he groaned as he took a shiny and familiar medal out of his rubbish bag.
“Someone one must have placed the medal there, it is certainly one of these children, Alan, Chris or Jane. Thank you for finding the medal, Mr Loh,” Mrs Tan quipped as she grabbed the basketball medal from Mr Loh.
Mr Loh, who simply did not care, walked out of the library. “Who was that person who took the medal? It must be you Jane, your uniform is all wet, you must have been caught in the rain while trying to hide the basketball medal!”Sean bellowed at Jane, his arms crossed.
I was simply disgusted at Sean`s impulsivity. How could he blame Jane without having any evidence? I then explained to the rest that I had earlier been to the koi pond with Sean, I commented to him that that the paint that decorated the coloured pebbles was of inferior quality as the colour was running. The culprit must have had some paint on their bodies.
All eyes fell on each other and soon after, everybody`s eyes seemed to have fallen on Mrs Tan as she had paint on her sleeves and the side of her shoes. That paint on her was coincidentally of the same colour as the coloured pebbles. Sean, as usual, jumped into conclusion, saying that Mrs Tan was the thief.
“Mrs Tan, can you please explained how the side of your shoes and the sleeves of your shirt has paint that were the same that decorated the pebbles at the koi pond?” I asked politely.
There was not a single word that came out of Mrs Tan`s mouth, but the others had something to say.
“Mrs Tan must not have done it, she is a teacher, “Alan whispered softly, trying to defend Mrs Tan.
“Mrs Tan must have done it! She should be ashamed of herself, she should be the one in detention, not me!” Chris bellowed
“Come on guys, I agree with Alan. Mrs Tan is a teacher and besides, she has the basketball medal to herself everyday in the library, why would she need it at all? Am I right Mrs Tan?” Jane quipped.
“Mrs Tan, was it for Peter?” I asked, hoping for an answer. Everyone gathered around me once again, wondering who Peter was. I then explained that Peter, who was Mrs Tan`s son was my neighbours. Peter had a strong passion for basketball, he would practise every day and he became so good. So good that he represented White Sands Primary school in basketball and reached the finals of league, the opposing team was our school and we all know that they lost.
To make matters worse, he later discovered he had cancer and could not play basketball anymore. That totally shattered his dreams of being a professional basketball player.
Mrs Tan lips quivered, her eyes turned red, knees became wobbly and collapsed onto the chair. As tears slowly streamed down her cheeks, she let out a scream, “Yes, I admit, I was the one who took the basketball medal and hid it in the koi pond! Ali, you were right, it was the only way to honour my dying son`s last wish! He wished that he could just touch the shiny surface of that medal. I planned my theft and when the school was empty, I hid the basketball medal into the koi pond and ran back to the library. The rest you all know. I am so sorry you three, I should not have misused my power over you.”
There was a complete silence for a whole minute. Jane then put her arms over the tearing Mrs Tan. Chris and Sean were totally unsympathetic, Alan just wanted to go home while I went over with Jane and console Mrs Tan
Mrs Tan then told everyone that she knew she had done something wrong. She said she needed to inform the principal/.She collected her heavy body with her remaining energy and quietly left the library.
Mrs Tan was not seen on the next few days of school. Nobody knew or breathe a word about this incident. Obituary than reported that peter died. We attended the funeral where we met Mrs Tan. She seemed well but full of grief after the death of her precious son.
She explained that the principal told her to take few days of leave. She would be going back to school soon.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
The Secret Passage 2 ( Draft 1)
“Oh darn, the door is locked, now we would never be able to open the secret door and enter,” I groaned in disappointment as I walked down the wooden stairs. John and Mary were disappointed too, they had finally found the mythical “House of Secrets” and were so close to getting in the secret room.
“Wait just a minute! I suddenly remembered that Miss Pin, our babysitter used to dance for me when I am bored, she said that it could open a secret door to some secret house. I used to think she was just telling me a story although come to think of it, she does look quite bothered about the happenings in this House of Secret , “I exclaimed in excitement, suddenly remembering Ms Pin’s pained look.
Mary and John stared at me in disbelief, but as soon as I started doing the “weird dance”, the door creaked opened slowly. We entered the room and to our astonishment, we saw a bunch of what seemed to us scrawny and undernourished children, hunched and carrying bags and bags of cockles and seashells. Each one of them was standing in a queue which led to two burly men.
Mary squinted his eyes and gasped in horror, “Hey Ben and John, those are the men that sold cockles to the fish shop and sometimes handmade jewelry which earned them quite a lot of money , I heard that they were frequent customers who where tourists that were keen to purchase these handmade jewelry.”
“I think that those men must have forced these children to pick up bags and bags of cockles, slaves drive them to make these jewelry to sell. Its child labour and definitely illegal,” John whispered desperately.
As we tried to creep out of the secret room, one of the kidnappers caught us leaving. “Hey Nubs, intruders!!!! Don`t let them get away!” a kidnapper shouted in horror with his fingers pointing us.
We tried to run as fast as we could but to no avail, Nubs caught up and tied the three of us up together. Soon the other kidnapper, Nabu, stepped in front of us and commanded, “The three of you are trespassers and would have to die but I would spare you on one condition. You would work for me by collecting cockles.”
The two men then untied us and took us to a work table with other children to start making some necklaces out of seashells and cockles. Personally, I enjoyed collecting cockles and making them into stuff like jewelry, but doing this illegal trade for Nubs and Nabu were terrible for me. Mary and John did not enjoy it too as their scowl faces reflected that they were not happy.
As soon as we gather a bag each, we returned to the long queue in the secret room. I decided to communicate to the child in front of me in the queue. I found out that his name was Joseph and that he had been working for Nubs and Nabu for five years so far, he had tried to escape many times and Nuns and Nabu had no choice but to amputate his leg. He is now on wheelchair which makes it harder for Joseph to move and so his main job is just to string the cockles and seashells to the strings to make necklaces.
Joseph then explained that there was a secret door that had no handle on the inside but there was a handle on the outside. The only way that Nubs and Nabu could go through the door was through some series of mysterious and rhythmic knocks that Joseph could not figure out.
Out of a sudden, I recalled that Miss Pin used to do some knocks and in taps with her hands when she cajoled me to bed. She used to tell me that these are “freeing taps” on for a door with no locks and knobs. All this is making sense to me now. If the weird dance worked for us in the cellar, I might be able to open the secret door without any handle.
As we got nearer and nearer to the Nubs in the queue, we four thought of a way to escape. Being quick witted, Joseph told us that before the kids go to bed, Nubs and Nabu would take bottles wine and drugged the kidnapped children. Within seconds, they would fall fast asleep. The wine can be used to drug Nubs and Nabu. They discussed their plan.
Their plan was activated when, John was already at the front of the queue purposely dropped his bag of cockles, causing Nubs and Nabu to divert their attention to him. John and I sneaked to the wine cellar to grab a few bottles of the “drugging” wine as directed by Joseph who knew exactly where they were kept.
As soon as John retrieved all the cockles, Mary and I had returned. That night upon Joseph’s direction, we laced Nabu and Nubs favorite drink and within seconds they fell asleep. I hurried to the door without handles and tapped the familiar knocks and tappings I knew so well and within seconds, the door opened! There was time to lead the children out one by one instructing them firmly not to make any noise. John carried Joseph and we ran for freedom.
We went to the nearest police station after informing our Aunt Mabel. She was absolutely shocked that something so bizarre could happen in the house just next to hers. We led the policemen to the despicable place. Nubs and Nabu were arrested immediately..
That very night, I called Miss Pin to tell her about what happened to them that day. I was shocked to find out that Miss Pin was once a victim of Nubs any Nabu and she has much to tell as she would be travelling to see us as a key witness to assist the police. Needless to say, this holocaust of a discovery made headlines and we can never imagine that this stay at Aunt Mabel`s turned out to be one of those horror stories that we read from books.
“Wait just a minute! I suddenly remembered that Miss Pin, our babysitter used to dance for me when I am bored, she said that it could open a secret door to some secret house. I used to think she was just telling me a story although come to think of it, she does look quite bothered about the happenings in this House of Secret , “I exclaimed in excitement, suddenly remembering Ms Pin’s pained look.
Mary and John stared at me in disbelief, but as soon as I started doing the “weird dance”, the door creaked opened slowly. We entered the room and to our astonishment, we saw a bunch of what seemed to us scrawny and undernourished children, hunched and carrying bags and bags of cockles and seashells. Each one of them was standing in a queue which led to two burly men.
Mary squinted his eyes and gasped in horror, “Hey Ben and John, those are the men that sold cockles to the fish shop and sometimes handmade jewelry which earned them quite a lot of money , I heard that they were frequent customers who where tourists that were keen to purchase these handmade jewelry.”
“I think that those men must have forced these children to pick up bags and bags of cockles, slaves drive them to make these jewelry to sell. Its child labour and definitely illegal,” John whispered desperately.
As we tried to creep out of the secret room, one of the kidnappers caught us leaving. “Hey Nubs, intruders!!!! Don`t let them get away!” a kidnapper shouted in horror with his fingers pointing us.
We tried to run as fast as we could but to no avail, Nubs caught up and tied the three of us up together. Soon the other kidnapper, Nabu, stepped in front of us and commanded, “The three of you are trespassers and would have to die but I would spare you on one condition. You would work for me by collecting cockles.”
The two men then untied us and took us to a work table with other children to start making some necklaces out of seashells and cockles. Personally, I enjoyed collecting cockles and making them into stuff like jewelry, but doing this illegal trade for Nubs and Nabu were terrible for me. Mary and John did not enjoy it too as their scowl faces reflected that they were not happy.
As soon as we gather a bag each, we returned to the long queue in the secret room. I decided to communicate to the child in front of me in the queue. I found out that his name was Joseph and that he had been working for Nubs and Nabu for five years so far, he had tried to escape many times and Nuns and Nabu had no choice but to amputate his leg. He is now on wheelchair which makes it harder for Joseph to move and so his main job is just to string the cockles and seashells to the strings to make necklaces.
Joseph then explained that there was a secret door that had no handle on the inside but there was a handle on the outside. The only way that Nubs and Nabu could go through the door was through some series of mysterious and rhythmic knocks that Joseph could not figure out.
Out of a sudden, I recalled that Miss Pin used to do some knocks and in taps with her hands when she cajoled me to bed. She used to tell me that these are “freeing taps” on for a door with no locks and knobs. All this is making sense to me now. If the weird dance worked for us in the cellar, I might be able to open the secret door without any handle.
As we got nearer and nearer to the Nubs in the queue, we four thought of a way to escape. Being quick witted, Joseph told us that before the kids go to bed, Nubs and Nabu would take bottles wine and drugged the kidnapped children. Within seconds, they would fall fast asleep. The wine can be used to drug Nubs and Nabu. They discussed their plan.
Their plan was activated when, John was already at the front of the queue purposely dropped his bag of cockles, causing Nubs and Nabu to divert their attention to him. John and I sneaked to the wine cellar to grab a few bottles of the “drugging” wine as directed by Joseph who knew exactly where they were kept.
As soon as John retrieved all the cockles, Mary and I had returned. That night upon Joseph’s direction, we laced Nabu and Nubs favorite drink and within seconds they fell asleep. I hurried to the door without handles and tapped the familiar knocks and tappings I knew so well and within seconds, the door opened! There was time to lead the children out one by one instructing them firmly not to make any noise. John carried Joseph and we ran for freedom.
We went to the nearest police station after informing our Aunt Mabel. She was absolutely shocked that something so bizarre could happen in the house just next to hers. We led the policemen to the despicable place. Nubs and Nabu were arrested immediately..
That very night, I called Miss Pin to tell her about what happened to them that day. I was shocked to find out that Miss Pin was once a victim of Nubs any Nabu and she has much to tell as she would be travelling to see us as a key witness to assist the police. Needless to say, this holocaust of a discovery made headlines and we can never imagine that this stay at Aunt Mabel`s turned out to be one of those horror stories that we read from books.
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