Hello. I love to poop. I love rainbows. I love rainbow poops. I like to dance in the rain and sing in the sun. I like to travel across the skies, flapping my ginormous wings made out of bubblegum and candypop. I love the universe and the milkyway. I love the atmosphere. I wave hello to the man in the stratosphere everytime I pass him by, and he seems very happy at that. The moon is my friend.
The sky is full of dreams, but you don't know how to fly.
TASK 4: Describe a lesson in school from the POV of the marker the teacher uses.
Apathy. Desolation. Indifference.
Those are the three words that would perfectly describe how my life is. Every single day I wake up, doing the same thing at about the same time. People say treat everyday as a gift but if I spend the remaining time I have left doing the same routine, there would be no gifts at all. I feel that everything I do is being controlled by someone. Then again, that is how it should be. Here is how my everyday life is like.
I wake up unwillingly, brought to some institution, still clad in my pyjamas. My owner 'seems' a nice guy. He only 'seems' a nice guy because I feel that he does not take my feelings into any type of consideration. I feel nauseatic every time my owner is done teaching young students which best resembles naughty monkeys. My owner spins me all the time. Maybe spinning me around is something of a habit he cannot break. Who knows?
One day, I was lying on the table, as my owner exchanged pleasantries with the ‘monkeys’. I felt odd as he did not even lay a finger on me like he always used to. Suddenly, he walked out of class, and did not come back. I was terrified. Terrified of my own well-being and terrified about what would happen to me, suppose the students play around with me. Next thing I know, I was like a ball, being thrown in all directions across class. I was upset. I am the one who assist the teacher, my owner, to help teach them things by writing down on the board using my ink. And this was what I get.
Just as the ‘party’ started for them, my owner came back, much to my relief. He reprimanded the students and took me back. I was placed in his pocket, where I felt comfortable and safe. . Since then, I have always been grateful for my owner. If not for him, god knows where I am now.
Task 3
Confessions of A Professional Boxer
As I walked over the golden yellow sand which had been washed clean by last night’s tide, I slowly began feeling the warmth of the long slanting rays being sent out by the Sun. Pink and mauve waves were sparkling out at the sea and the salty water that was rushing in at intervals swirled about my ankles, forming creamy foams. The breeze smoothing across my face was salty yet refreshing, and gave me a pleasant feeling as it ruffled up my hair. Suddenly, I caught a sight of the grotesque scar on my nose, the only souvenir I took from my career.
I laid down in my dressing room, with the biggest fight of my entire life inching closer and closer as time ticked. To think that I trained and sacrificed more than twenty years of my life just for this solitary moment, it was crazy. Nevertheless, it was worth it. While my trainer applied oil on my ever muscular body, I kept praying deep inside of me that tonight would finally solve all poverty problems my family had to face at home, that tonight would give me something to show for all the hard work I put in.
Without me knowing, the time had arrived.
'And now, representing Singapore, Homer Simpson !' the announcer said, indicating my entrance. I stood at end of the tunnel leading to the squared circle. From inside the tunnel, I could feel the anticipation of the odd fifty thousand supporters, coming from all over the world just to watch a boxing fight. This was however not just a boxing fight, it was the finals, where the winner could walk out of the stadium 1 million dollars richer.
Unfortunately for me, I was up against a boxer as experience as I would ever be. So buff and confident, I felt that only my best could bring him down to his knees.
The match of my life has started.
The first four rounds came and went. Me and my opponent, Joe Dempsey, exchanged few punches but none good enough to give either one of us the win. That was a fact, until the seventh round.
Understandably, I felt exhausted by the seventh round and lost concentration. Just as the seventh round started, I knew I was in for something big. All of a sudden, Joe unleashed a punch so powerful which even I could not match even if I pulled all my muscles together.
A stunning impact.
A binding flash of light.
And then, nothing.
I woke up in unfamiliar surroundings. Noticeably, I was dressed in white. It was only after I saw my wife that I realise that I was in the hospital. I was told that I was knocked out cold during the fight. After the punch by Joe, I fell down to earth like a life-size toy. From that forceful punch, I broke my nose and cheek bone, both at once. I was then told I could have been in serious coma as my brain recoiled and bounced back forward in vigorous motion. I was shaken.
Boxing changed my life dramatically, both positively and negatively. Sacrificing so much of my time for such a dangerous sport might had cost me my life. Nevertheless, this is my passion and this is what boxing is all about. I am going to continue and persevere. Hopefully, I will get to the finals again and show the world that I am a much stronger competitor by then. As the saying goes, 'great success comes with great sacrifice.'
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Task 2..
(e) She sat heart-broken on her bed
Drops of tears were evident on her bed. Her eyes swelled from continuous crying. Her blanket covered her body from head to toe. The messy room was all her fault. Torn pages from her diary were strewn all over the room. In one of the still attached pages, the wordings "We will be there for each other through thick and thin" was conspicious. The pile crumpled tissue paper sums up all you need to know about this crestfallen and grief-stricken girl.
had floorball match with assumption english yesterday .
no prizes for guessing who won -.-
hahaa, of course my team won :D
by 15-2 (?)
we didn't keep track of our score, so yea.
and i captained the team for the first time & got man of the match award !
great experience :D
to other classes reading this , you have been warned. (:
Holiday Homework -.-
Task 1A: Boy found love. Friend stole it.
New year. New school. New surroundings. Jeff was familiar to all of this. He had been changing school very frequently. Every time he transfer from one school to another, there would always be a flaw in the new school Jeff cannot take. However, this was a different story.
"My name is Lily, nice to meet you" a voice emanated from behind as Jeff strolled through the school corridor.
After turning, Jeff saw a girl. A girl with eyes sparkling like diamonds. A girl with near perfect facial features that even words cannot describe. He knew, or in this instance, both parties knew that this was the start of something special. Suddenly, the ever charismatic Jeff was at a loss for words. Lily blushed. Though managing to muster enough courage to speak, all Jeff got was Lily's handphone number.
Days become months. Jeff was as close to Lily as ever. They spent every minute they could in school together. They were friends, but definitely something more at heart. Their love for each other showed. In other words, they were inseparable.
On one fine day, Jeff got a surprise call from his old companion, Gerald. They talked on the phone for hours, reminiscing on their past. Gerald then brought up the topic about girls not being present in his life. Jeff grinned and told Gerald everything about Lily, the girl who has everything a boy could ever imagine. That was a mistake. A big mistake.
Gerald had been following Jeff, literally. Jeff and Lily were never alone. Everytime they were together, Gerald's eyes would be watching them from an angle. One day, Gerald saw the opportunity to talk to Lily while Jeff was ill and unable to come to school. Gerald knew the 'perfect' girl at the end of the day as if they were friends for twenty years.
"You know, Jeff has no friends in school at all. That's why he keeps on changing schools. He does not have any friends at all because all he ever does is stab them and the back" Gerald claimed to Lily.
Gerald clutched Lily's hand.
"And I do not want you to be backstabbed." said Gerald again.
Lily thought about this. What Gerald said seemed to make sense. Little did Lily know that everything bad Gerald said about Jeff earlier was a rumor. Slowly, Lily gave Jeff the dreaded cold shoulder. Obviously, Jeff did not understand why. Jeff was heartbroken. To rub salt to the wound, he found out about Gerald and Lily being together while he was driving around town. His heart shattered. If seeing his best friend betray and stab him in the back was bad enough, to know that his love of his life was gone forever was even worse as Lily had pledged to marry Gerald when Lily had completed school.
To Jeff, Lily will only get to be in his memory. Friends are supposed to be there for you thick and thin, but in this instance, Gerald was clearly untrustworthy and undeserving to be called a friend. Jeff had to move on, and he did. Nevertheless, Lily is still the only girl in his heart. For Gerald, Jeff accepted the fact that he was not blessed and knew that God would exchange Lily for something better, be it another girl or a gift or a talent. Jeff forgave, but never forget.
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Continuation (upon request from Syed)
The beautiful velvet night had fallen with the blazing stars above, lighting up the breathtaking sky. Burying his head in his comfortable pillow, tears of fatigue rolled down Jeff's cheek as a ripple of thoughts penetrated his mind, replaying the incident earlier in the day.
The sky was a delightful expanse of azure blue, dotted with white magnolia clouds. Jeff was on his way to work as usual. Being energy-efficient, Jeff walked to his workplace which was a stone's throw away from his house. Suddenly, Jeff noticed a man sitting on the street. He seemed so poor and poverty-stricken. Jeff cannot help but to feel bitter for the man. That was until upon closer inspection, Jeff realised that the man was his friend, Gerald. Their eyes stared into one another's. Rage was building up wildly in Jeff's body. Gerald then approached Jeff with caution. Jeff had to control himself. The bitter past between the two former friends made them go their seperate ways.
"Jeff, my friend. You seem so cheery. All these clothes you're wearing are branded. You must be quite happy with you're job." Gerald muttered under his spell of short breath.
Jeff paused. He was at a loss for words. Should he throw a punch ? Or should he remain patient and talk to Gerald ? Fortunately for Gerald, Jeff was kind-hearted enough and chose the latter.
"Where's Lily ?" Jeff questioned Gerald whilst examining the state of his torn clothing and messy hair.
After five minutes, the whole story of Gerald's life after he got married seemed so clear. He got addicted to gambling, returned home late at night and lost all of Lily's life savings. If that was not bad enough, Gerald was caught having an affair with his former employer. Now, he was living on the streets. He was kicked out of the house and sacked from his job.
"Jeff, is there any post in your current job which I cab take up ?" Gerald questioned Jeff with a pitiful look.
Jeff knew well that the post of being a receptionist in his office was vacant. However, he told Gerald that there was no position that he could take up with the low standard of personal hygiene he is currently adopting. Despite the qualification Gerald has is enough for him to be able to take up the position as a receptionist, Gerald has unfortunately instilled a sense of hatred in Jeff towards himself. This caused Gerald to continue to live like a peasant.
Gerald regrets on what he did in the past. He himself agreed that he was self-indulgent. Gerald could not have dreamt of a worse life than this. He hope that one day, Jeff would finally give in to giving Gerald the position of a receptionist. However, Gerald fully understood that that will only happen when the cows come home.
didnt make it through to the next round.
sorry guys .
atleast we gave it our all.
you guys rock balls.
haha !
and thankyou supporters for staying throughout our matches .
Hamkah, Hanis, Valerie, Mahirah, Razlindah, Afiqah, Benedict, Amalina and Ms Leanna ! (:
thanks yaww !
&& 3 Express classes rocks mann. cheering for one another, thats the spirit !
we may not have won this year, but we'll come back stronger next year.
and we will win floorball interclass. (:
okay, now go away ! (: