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Showing posts with label Story Craze. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Story Craze. Show all posts

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Triumphant Death

Ali bit off the snake’s head as he breathed his last. (Weird, I know)

Call it what you like- a tragic win, a fatal triumph, a hero’s death – This kind of scene is very popular in dramas, novels – fiction and sometimes non-fiction, and even classics.

That’s just some random stuff. Currently, I have some good news, I’ve done sejarah folio. The bad news (there has always been) is that there is still much more to do. Geo folio, mid-term tests, trials and who knows what. So I guess this is the time where I have to switch to turboboost mode.

Many unique ideas are born from accidents, yet there are no accidents.

Slightly confusing but quite, quite true.

Oh, and I nearly forgot...this is my 100th post!!!! :D :D


Ha-ciao.


Tuesday, January 25, 2011

"Essayed" All The Way

Remember the essay I wrote about in one of the previous post? Well, here it is. I was gonna write a totally outrageous essay, but then I thought that maybe I shouldn’t give the teacher that BAD a headache. Ha ha. But, there’s a great bunch of exaggeration. Well, I just want to share it so I hope you enjoy it.

The golden beams of sunshine rained down upon the earth ever so brightly as a small population of country people began to stir. Just another normal day in Cha Cha village. However, among all these beautiful things happening, was a boy born for destruction and doom. His name – Vader. Vader was pretty much a very, very mischievous 12-yearold orphan. Having no loving parent, his Aunt May decided to embrace him as her adopted son and shower love and kindness upon this poor boy.

But Vader was not as he appeared to be. Maybe it was the friends in school, maybe it was because both his parents passed away, or maybe Aunt May was too loving to even scold him, but Vader was a queer and mischievous boy. Well, on that sunny day, Aunt May prepared a delicious breakfast of banana pie and watermelon for Vader. Vader just gobbled down the plate of steaming food without a word of thanks and proceeded to grab his school snack and school bag. And the door slammed behind him before you could say, “knife”.

Actually Vader was feeling a bit guilty that day because he was planning to play truant from school, so that was why he did not speak to his aunty. Every day, something mischievous was always playing on Vader’s mind. And today it was the rambutans in Uncle Dick’s orchard. Someone in school once told Vader that there was a secret passageway right to the heart of the orchard and the entrance was beside the Chu Chu River behind a thorn bushes. So Vader loitered around the river trying to figure out where the heck the entrance was. And finally he found it. And before you could say, “George Washington Bush”, he was already in Uncle Dick’s Orchard admiring the ripe rambutans.

While Vader was plucking a rambutan to eat, a brilliant idea flashed across his super boy mind. He figured that if he managed to get enough rambutans, he could sell it to buy a hat for Aunt May. You see, Vader was not all bad and evil inside. He still was a young boy with lovely thoughts. Just mischievous. Secondly, in Vader’s naïve mind, taking rambutans from Uncle Dick’s Orchard was not stealing. In fact, he called it “taking advantage of good opportunities”.

Well, since the place appeared to be deserted, Vader started to climb up to the top of the tree. Seating himself on a stable branch, he began picking the best rambutans he could see and stuffing his pockets and any place possible with as much fruit as possible. At last, Vader weighed a ton more because all his pockets and bags were full with red, hairy rambutans.

Vader then went to the market, whistling a happy tune to himself. On the way, he noticed a dog that was tailing him. Showing pity, Vader took one rambutan from his pocket and gave it to it. Ever since, that was Vader’s new pet dog, which he named Fur. Later on, Vader finally found a spot in the market that was suitable for selling. He took out his gigantic handkerchief and spread it onto the ground. Then he piled up all his rambutans for sale.

After an hour’s time, all Vader’s rambutans were sold because they were all ripe and juicy and big. That was because Uncle Dick always took care of his trees. In total, Vader managed to get RM 50. Vader bought a hat for Aunt May and a book for himself. Finally, he had RM 20left to spare. As an orphan, Vader had never heard of such a thing as a bank or savings account, so he was in hot soup trying to figure out what to do with that money.

Suddenly, an airplane flew across the sky. As he watched it, he remembered his teacher saying that “what goes around comes around”. So, he decided to do a kind deed to the first beggar he sees by giving the money to him. Soon, Vader saw an old man with no left arm lying on a mat beside the road. Feeling sad, Vader gave the 20 Ringgit bill to the beggar. The beggar could not believe his eyes as he took the money. As a gesture of thanks, he sang a song to Vader. The title of the song was “I’m not afraid”.

Feeling a sense of accomplishment, Vader began to skip his way home but stopped in his tracks as he noticed his aunt smiling at him from afar. Not knowing what the meaning of that look was, Vader rushed over to his aunty. Surprisingly, Aunt May did not scold him for playing truant from school. All she did was advise Vader not to repeat his mistake. Then, she said that she was very proud of Vader’s act of kindness to a stranger. Hearing this, Vader grinned broadly and presented the brand new hat to Aunt May. Aunt May was delighted and pleased.

Well, Vader decided not to play truant again and skipped to school with his new pet dog. His spirits were high, so he was ready for any scolding or basting from his teacher. Aunt May just stood there and sighed. From that day on, she knew that her decision to replace spanking with kind words was the best decision she had ever made because despite Vader’s mischievous character, she had succeeded in planting a heart full of kindness inside him.

By the way, if the storyline is a bit “narrow”, please know that it was a guided comprehension (there were 5 drawn pictures with one left empty. 3-4 words were given for every drawn picture. For the last picture, they asked me to think of an ending). Yup, we are really pampered in the English subject in my country. At my level, I would like to be asked to write something more challenging. But the government has to consider the weak students, too. Plus, my quality of English is not as good as it should be either.

p/s: I got 25 over 30 for that. Not too bad, I hope.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Of Knuckles and Giants

Well this isn’t about any Plants vs. Zombies gargantua or Harry Potter trolls. I’m writing about the day my two friends and I went to visit our ex-school. Let’s just say we went there because we wanted to see some teachers and students we know. We wanted to walk down memory lane, so to say. Haha.

One reason I’m writing this is because I’ve finally understood why the older generations used to say that the younger pupils are getting shorter and shorter. There could be two factors we think that way. It’s either because we are growing taller or the younger pupils are getting smaller and smaller. It could be both, too. In fact, I’m short for my age, so for me to think that way you can guess how genuine that is. But I’m mostly referring to the standard 2s and 3s, because many standard 6 fellows are taller than me.

Speaking of standard 6 fellows, one of my friend had a younger brother in that school so while three of us were at his class, I just got into a very weird conversation with a standard 6 pupil I don’t know at all. He asked me whether I knew how to crack my knuckles and I said yes. Then he cracked his knuckles and asked me if I could do that. I was speechless. I honestly didn’t know what to say, and that’s saying something about my social skills. In fact, I kind of ignored him, apologizing quietly. Anyway, I got to meet my friend’s brother. Maybe I’ll see him next year. My PMR year. Sigh.

Before that we were just walking around the school and then finally my friend stated the fact that we were like giants compared to all the standard ones. I was literally watching my step half the time because I didn’t want to knock any of them by accident. Well, when I was standard 1, I actually had fun just weaving around everyone, like a motorcycle weaving through traffic - everyone has to look out for you while you don’t have a care in the world. No wonder this school made a rule that no one was allowed to run in the school compound. But we little ones just found a loop hole- we skipped instead.

Anyway, we did meet some teachers, too; Like my former English teacher, Mdm. Mag and My standard one class teacher, Mrs. Chia. I’m actually a bit disappointed that my standard 6 class-teacher had moved to another school after becoming the headmistress there. One teacher told us that the pupils nowadays are exposed to many, many new kinds of technology from a very young age. iPhones, Plasma TVs… you name it. Yea, that’s quite true. I was exposed to TV from a young age, too.

So that’s about my trip with my friends to m ex-school. I realized from this outing that my fluency with the Chinese language has declined tremendously. *Sigh* I’m very sorry, mandarin teachers. But what can I do? I speak mandarin not so often now.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Mooncake Making

I’m writing again on another past event to continue on with my story craze. You would know about this “story craze” if you have read the previous posts. This event happened during the mooncake festival and I had not enough time to write about it as I had to prepare for the upcoming final exams.

The gist of the story is that my mom agreed to help me make mooncakes since we haven’t made them for quite some time. So my mom took care of the filling and I just moulded the shape of the mooncake or Ping Pei (snow skin) mooncakes. Was it tasty?? Well, it depends on your taste; I did give some to my friends and most of them loved it. =D Here are some photos:

"Zhong qiu yue bing"


Anyone wants to order??

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Of iPads and Dreams.

I was holding It, the iPad, standing hypnotized and admiring its mesmerizing beauty and speed. The applications moved at light speed before my eyes. with just a gentle stroke of the finger, I could do so many things with this treasure. Suddenly, a hand appeared and snatched it away. Ad my beloved iPad was gone...

As I turned over in my sleep on a night in the month of October, I dreamt about this iPad. How I had found it on the desk and how I had enjoyed the free entertainment just to find out it belonged to someone else. All my hopes and joy were suddenly sliced and shredded. *sigh*...

P/s: I might have exaggerated here and there since this it part of the "story craze" project of my mine, but tit is a true story. Now I know how it feels to lose an iPad...

Oh YEAH!!!>>>



Maybe I should be an App developer....

Monday, November 1, 2010

Story Craze

Now that it is November and I am free, I will be trying to write short stories either from the first, second or third person's point of view until the school holidays next year. "Dear Nov" is an example. =D

Hope you enjoy reading them. Yea, I guess I am too free.

Dear Nov

Dear November,

I heard you arrived on earth today. How are you? I missed you so much ever your silent departure last year. I kept on thinking about the holidays and memories you never fail to bring. I wonder whether you have changed after coming back from your long holiday.

The great thing about you, Nov is that you symbolize the coming of the school holidays for students. Not so for fishermen though, because the monsoon season always comes around this time of the year, too.

So, did you meet October on the way here? October is nice, it is a pity that the exams are always during his visit. Can you send him my regards if you see him again? Anyway, how does it feel like to be the 11th month of the year? Pretty nice, I guess. Many people are free and joyful during your visit.

How is your best friend December? Is she already packing her suitcases? I’m looking to seeing her soon.

So, I just writing to say I’m super glad that you’re here!!!! I should spend my time to the fullest since you are leaving in a couple of weeks… So, I hope to hear from you soon. =D

Your friend,

715y

P/S: All Content is imaginary.