Message to Mr Tan

Sir, the video's are the form of media for the blog entries. Also, there are 2 more entries under older posts at the bottom of the page.

The picnic(Not to be graded)

Here is a video of someone else's picnic which you might enjoy.

The picnic(To be graded)

Hello, viewers of this blog, I am going to write about a picnic, under a moment I enjoyed with my family.

It was a rather cool and breezy day when my family and I had a picnic. That picnic was going to be one of the best, most treasured memory in my life.It happened when I was only six years old. What happened? I mean, why should a picnic be the most treasured memory in my life? After all, there are countless of other incidents in which I thoroughly enjoyed myself, so why should a picnic be my most treasured memory?

Perhaps, if I describe it to you it would be easier to understand.It started with my family and I spreading out a groundsheet and laying food on it. What food? There was delicious home-cooked chicken wing, both savoury and tender with a warm fragrant aroma. Other then that, there was a 1.5 litre bottle of chilled "ice lemon tea". Now that might not seem very special to you, but to me, a boy who rarely gets to drink any drinks other then chilled water , "ice lemon tea" is as good as the nectar of the gods.Then there was "it". Yes, you know what I speak of. The one, the only, the most beloved of the most beloved-potato chips. Of course, it might not seem worth all this worship, but to a boy of six years, one untainted by the realisation that potato chips are relatively common and cheap, it could easily be seen as heaven.

Of course,what I mentioned was the three items which appealed to me the most. As of now, I can no longer remember the other items there. Now, I see a assumption dawning on your minds. Am I one of those cheap people who can be bribed away easily by food or money? Was the food what made it special? Of course not.

Like the mark of a future hero, this was simply what marked it to be special, not the action of heroism itself. What was the true thing that made it unique was my family's love. It was a subtle but powerful feeling, that made you feel both happy in indescribable way, and to feel satisfied, content, with not a care in the world. This might sound like an exaggeration, but it was true. Of course, my mind then was relatively carefree, pure and untainted, and this could have helped to make this occasion better. I would not be distracted by my irritation with a friend a day ago. The enjoyment of my food would not be a different pleasure that distracted me so much that I would be unable to feel the love. I was truly clean, not yet corrupted by man's evil.

Now, when I think of that beautiful memory, I smile, happy to have that particular memory. Then I sigh, knowing that I can never return to that memory, no matter how much I want to.

Laughter(not to be graded)

Here is something to help you if you have the same problem I wrote about in my earlier post.

Laughter(to be graded)

Hello to any viewing this blog. I am now going to write about an experience that happened recently, under the topic "something unusual that happened that day."

Now, I shall relate the unusual thing that happened that day without detail. It was a rather dull Friday morning, and a schoolmate told me a joke. I laughed heartily before continuing the conversation. End of experience. What was so unusual about that? Let me describe the case in detail. In case you didn't already know, the unusual occurrence was me laughing, laughing heartily. Again, what's so unusual? The thing about me and real laughter is that we rarely stray on each other's path, and it almost never happened in school.

No, I do laugh in school, just that it's not real laughter. Is there a difference, you may ask. Yes, of course there is. Fake laughter is the kind of laughter that happens if your friend tells you a bad joke or one that's kinda dumb, but you smile and pretend to laugh to be polite. Fake laughter's the kind of laughter which you do when everyone around you is laughing at something you don't really get, or feel is funny, but just join in for the sake of it. Of course, I have smiled, grinned or even chuckled in school, but to laugh heartily? That was just a plain breach of my personal etiquette. That was what made the day unusual, unique even special.

To make things, worse, I broke my personal etiquette for a rather lame joke I had already heard before. I'm not sure if the viewers of my blog have heard it, but here is the content of the joke," A student asked a teacher a question during a test, asking the day's date. The teacher replied that the day's date was not very important, and asked him to continue the paper. The student replied that he wanted to get one thing right on the entire paper." I didn't really understand the joke, it was kinda lame and it wasn't very funny, but I still laughed heartily. I felt and thought only three things then. Firstly, laughing feels good. Secondly, the joke's kinda lame. Thirdly, stop laughing.

In conclusion, I realised that laughing seemed to be good for you, and made a mental note to find more funny things to laugh at. I also made a mental note to change my personal etiquette to allow laughing.

Boredom(Not to be graded)

Since I am going to post up on boredom, let me post up a method to relieve it

boredom (to be graded)

A hello to those grading my assignment and any other random viewers. I am about to write about boredom, under something that took place in school.

Have you ever had the feeling of a possibly good day being ruined? If you have not, then let me tell you about my experience. It started on a cool Monday morning, and I woke up refreshed and happy, the result of a good night's sleep and a pleasant dream. I quickly cleaned myself , before walking downstairs to find instant noodles waiting for me, instead of the usual monotonous (and distasteful) fare of oatmeal. I hurriedly went to the living room, barely thanked my father before the delicious scent of instant noodles forced me away. Yeah, I know-it's kinda pathetic for instant noodles to have so much control over you, but it was for breakfast, breaking the drought of eight or more hours without food.

Anyway, I thought just then of what a good day it was. Of course, I was proven wrong in school very quickly. At school, it started almost immediately, with one of the teacher's making a extremely long speech during the announcement time. Of course, no offence is intended to the teacher, but it was long and dry, no matter how you saw it. He droned on and on, and to make things worse, I had brought a Chinese book, and as such, could not bury myself in the book.

After an eternity AND more, he said the word "finally". I raised my hopes-maybe, just maybe, he was willing to be merciful and simply say "thank you", before leaving. Of course, I forgot what my church pastor had taught me through unending lines of two hour long sermons . "Finally" simply meant "Time to start on what I really meant to say". True enough, he chattered on, and on until my legs were aching from sitting down. Of course, I should be more merciful, after all, he wasn't that bad, and if my legs were tired from sitting down, wouldn't the teacher be far more tired from standing? Then again, he had ruined my good day, and so, mercy was in extremely short supply.

Then there was science. Again, no insult is intended, but my mind started to wonder, and I got bored enough to start playing with pens. I know-it's kinda childish, but I couldn't help it. I was bored, and those pens-they forced me to play, I can bet on that.It was then which I realised I had contracted a deadly illness, due to prolonged contact with boredem. It was (Where's the drum roll?) BOREDOM!!!

Later, boredom struck again when I was supposed to study Chinese. It happened the moment I sat down beside my study table. Suddenly, a whole new world of temptation opened up, and it was a brutal fight between raw will power and calls of the television, the storybooks, and the pens. As, I had to practice writing the words with the pen, it hardly helped that the pen cried to be played with. With a ongoing battle in my head, there simply was no more space to study Chinese. I instead got bored, very bored, till it got to the point which I got earth-shakingly bored(very weird expression, I know)

The only saving day grace that day was during dinner which I could talk to my family, and after that, when I watched TV. In conclusion, I found ways to fight boredom to combat my illness. You can either have a short break, (which does not work much for me) or force yourself to concentrate and work until you are no longer bored.(weird, but true)

Procrastination(to be graded)

Hello, viewers and graders of my blog.I am going to write about procrastination, under a moment spent alone doing something I enjoyed.

It was a rather warm Saturday afternoon when I unwillingly settled down in my study room to do some homework, which I did not feel like doing. I am sure everyone of us has felt this feeling before. As I started to gather the question paper and pens required, I realised that I needed to get some foolscap, only available in another room.As such, I quickly walked over to the room. En route, however, I noticed a long stick, or to be more exact, the kind of long hollow tubing which book wrap is put around. My ever fertile imagination started to go on an overdrive, and I picked up the stick, which had already became a samurai's sword. By the time I gripped it tightly in my hands, I had already become a samurai doomed to die defending a outpost against hundreds of demons. Then, I got bored and became a spearman defending against charging knights.

The result? I spent half an hour happily in dreamland fighting against imaginary warriors until finally, I accidentally whacked my stick on a piece of furniture. When I inspected the stick for damage, I remembered what I was supposed to be doing and was mortified to find that half an hour had been wasted.

I quickly ordered myself to focus, grabbed the foolscap paper, sat down and started to do my work. Before I had wrote more then ten words, I sniffed the air to find that my mother had been cooking a delicious lunch of stir-fried pasta while I had been "fighting". I debated momentarily about whether or not to continue, but I figured that I would not be able to focus on a grumbling stomach. After lunch, I was well-contented and full.If that had been all, I would have finished my work and would not have written this entry. However, I was well-contented, full AND sleepy. I sat down, trying to fight a losing battle with my own body - not the best of ideas. I quickly succumbed to sleep, only to be woken up by my mother fifteen minutes later.

I realised that there was no point fighting with my body, and decided to rest for half an hour before continuing with my work. The only problem with this idea was that I forgot to set the alarm clock, and it was only one and a half hours later when I woke up. Extremely irked with myself for wasting more then 2 hours, I resolved to finish my work by the end of the day, before continuing to play. Of course, this resolution didn't last long. To be exact, it lasted for less than 5 minutes. The moment I went downstairs, events transpired against me and I ended up watching my brother play World of Warcraft.It was only after my mother called that it was time to go out for dinner did I realise that I had wasted another hour. By then, it was to late to save the day, and I ended up resolving to finish the work the next day.

In conclusion, I realised that it was better to get the work done in the beginning, and not to divulge from the path, no matter how good the reason, as that would usually lead further and further off the path until you were lost.

Procrastination(not to be graded)

I am posting up this youtube video as it is about what I am going to write about-procrastination

Bad Day(sigh...for assesment)

Hi all, and to those grading the entry. This blog entry is about a bad day, under a difficulty I faced. (Flip to the second page for a Bad Day video)

Last Wednesday(7th January 2009) was a very bad day in my life. Why? It had numerous bad points, and if I hadn't known better, I would have swore some sadist specially engineered it for me. When I woke up and stumbled off the bed, I couldn't help but feel a constant aching desire to return to my snug and comfortable bed, a feeling I am sure many of us have felt. Anyway, the first bad point of the day occurred then. Outside the bath room, the supposedly non-slip mat somehow slipped. The result? A big bruise and an angry me. To make things worse, I kicked the offending door edge in revenge. Not the best of ideas. With my aiming still happily in dreamland, I missed and hit the concrete wall. Result? Big bruise on head, angry me AND painful feet.

After I had cleaned myself up, I when to the kitchen irritated and grouchy, to see a torture machine waiting in the kitchen for me. The bane of many happy moods. Yes, you know what I speak of-oatmeal. To make things worse, it wasn't the ordinary cup of oatmeal. It was a insanely huge(or not, but it seemed so then) bowl of oatmeal. Like I say-the only thing worse then oat meal is more oatmeal. Of course, this hardly helped my mood.

Later, during recess, yet another bad thing happened. As I was returning my plate, another boy shouted "Go home, Sec 1". On a normal day, I would have attributed this to my good looks and youthfulness(*cough cough*), but with oatmeal in my stomach and a bruise on my head, I couldn't help but feel irked. Of course, I did not do any thing rash, but I was still rather annoyed.

During the Baharsa Indonesia lesson later, again something bad happened(will the list of bad things never end?). A splitting headache hammered into me, and as a result, I was rather sullenly quiet, and was snappish to any who spoke to me. Luckily, we were watching a movie for a while, and my attention was diverted. After the Baharsa Indonesia lesson, I hurriedly went home, happy that I had escaped school, which seemed the cause of the unfortunate events. End of story.

Or not.Of course, this story wasn't a fairy tale, and the bad events just kept on coming, even at my own home. Firstly, when I attempted to swallow a whole panadol pill to combat my headache, guess what- I choked. Of course, I survived the choking, but it helped my mood to go from bad-bad to destroy-the-world-bad. It being my bad day, the list of bad things continued from a mountain of homework hidden in my bag to a rather feeble dinner of greens.
It was only at night where I found respite, and quickly slipped into the happy oblivion of sleep.

In conclusion, I learned that a bad day was a bad day, and nothing you did could stop that.
I also learnt how to enjoy life as a whole, and how to bear school-by thinking how bad school could really be. I also realised how powerful a tool optimism was.

You had a bad day

This video is here because my first blog entry for EL (to be submitted for marks)is something about a bad day.

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