Since young,I have always pleaded my parents for a cat but they repetitively said a "no".After many years, when I turned sixteen they bought me a cat for my birthday.I felt overwhelmed as after many years they have fulfilled my wishes.I always read up alot about cats just in case if my parents gave me such a surprise by giving me a cat.
I thought that after reading up alot about them i would be a good caretaker.It was true for a few months but after sometime things changed drastically.In the beginning,I spent at least 2 hours a day playing with my cat and taking good care of it.As my O levels were nearing i rarely had time to take care and play wif my cat.Truely speaking i even forgot that i had a cat as my pet as i only concentrated on my studies and forgot all about my cat.
Everyday after i return from school late in the evening,my cat would come near me and rub its body against my leg and purr loudly but i would just shove it away and just walk away.All of a sudden, my cat stopped addressing my presence.It stopped following me everywhere i went in the house and it kept itself confined to its cushion and rarely ate.Even my Mother complained to me about my irresponsibility but i never gave a thought about it.
To my dismay,my cat passed away within a few months after being left all alone without any form of care.Only after it passed away i realised the great mistake which i had just made.I was the one who pleaded for a cat and after i got one i reluctantly just left it all alone.Only after my cats death i knew how irresponsible i was all this while.Since then i never wanted a pet as i knew that i will never be a good caretaker.
Azeezah Azraa
***AA***:)
Saturday, September 22, 2007
-Cats-
I used to be afraid of cats and would run away from them no matter how far they are from me. However, one incident made me overcome my fear of cats and that incident was one that i would never forget.
I was walking home at night after finishing a school project at my friend's house. As I walked down the dimly lit pavement, I was wondering about what grade my group would get for the project. Still deep in thought, I crossed the road but I used the zebra-crossing.
While I was crossing, part of me was still thinking about the project but a bright light suddenly shone onto me. I realised that it was a car travelling towards me at a great speed and i did not stop even though there was a flashing yellow light to tell the driver that it was a zebra-crossing.
"MEOW!" My attention was turned towards the meow and I let out a piercing scream and ran back towards the pavement where I had just left and saw a shadowy figure of a cat dashing away into the darkness. Just at the same time, the car drove past the place where i had just stood moments before.
I remained lying down on the ground and panting. What just happened kept replaying in my head again and again but one thing that felt very hard to believe was that the cat had saved my life. From then on, I did not fear cats any more and even kept one as a pet for myself.
d0neby: KAIMI
I was walking home at night after finishing a school project at my friend's house. As I walked down the dimly lit pavement, I was wondering about what grade my group would get for the project. Still deep in thought, I crossed the road but I used the zebra-crossing.
While I was crossing, part of me was still thinking about the project but a bright light suddenly shone onto me. I realised that it was a car travelling towards me at a great speed and i did not stop even though there was a flashing yellow light to tell the driver that it was a zebra-crossing.
"MEOW!" My attention was turned towards the meow and I let out a piercing scream and ran back towards the pavement where I had just left and saw a shadowy figure of a cat dashing away into the darkness. Just at the same time, the car drove past the place where i had just stood moments before.
I remained lying down on the ground and panting. What just happened kept replaying in my head again and again but one thing that felt very hard to believe was that the cat had saved my life. From then on, I did not fear cats any more and even kept one as a pet for myself.
d0neby: KAIMI
Monday, August 20, 2007
Conclusion
Overall, Singlish has become part of us and we would not want to lose it or to stop using it. We might not be able to pass a day without using Singlish. So, why should Singlish be discouraged when we cannot stop ourselves from using it? Therefore, such a culture should be remained and the use of it should be allowed.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Singlish Should Be Allowed
WX&KH: Ladies and gentlemen, many of you should have heard of Singlish. This form of speech is often associated with degenerate terms. Why do you hate what makes us Singaporean? Is it fair to depise this language just because it is created by our own people? We have gathered today to right this wrong - to gain approval for the language of Singapore, Singlish.
KM: Singlish is the unity factor of Singapore as Singlish consists words in English, Chinese and Malay, which represents our multi-racial society. This will bring us closer to our friends of a different race as we would be able to understand them better. Additionally, Singlish have become a first language for most Singaporean teenagers. So, no matter how the government discourages the use of Singlish, it was Singlish that allowed the people of Singapore to bond together as one united people.
AA: Singaporeans feel better communicating in Singlish than in proper English. They understand each other better when they communicate in Singlish. They even use certain words such as "lah", "orh" and "cheh" to convey their unhappiness over matters. Whenever a Singaporean speaks, he naturally utilities at least one Singlish word in each of his sentence.
NL: Many people overlook the fact that Singlish is one of the most powerful factors that distinguishes us. Yes, one might argue that it is not proper. But Singlish, it is already widely established by our own people that it is part of our culture. This is something Singapore can actually be recognized for. Singlish reigns over all the other languages of Singapore. The Sweden have their Swedish, the France have their French - Singlish is what Singaporeans created for themselves, and it deserves to be an official language, not to be judgementally looked down upon as the nonsense of the street kids.
KM: Singlish is the unity factor of Singapore as Singlish consists words in English, Chinese and Malay, which represents our multi-racial society. This will bring us closer to our friends of a different race as we would be able to understand them better. Additionally, Singlish have become a first language for most Singaporean teenagers. So, no matter how the government discourages the use of Singlish, it was Singlish that allowed the people of Singapore to bond together as one united people.
AA: Singaporeans feel better communicating in Singlish than in proper English. They understand each other better when they communicate in Singlish. They even use certain words such as "lah", "orh" and "cheh" to convey their unhappiness over matters. Whenever a Singaporean speaks, he naturally utilities at least one Singlish word in each of his sentence.
NL: Many people overlook the fact that Singlish is one of the most powerful factors that distinguishes us. Yes, one might argue that it is not proper. But Singlish, it is already widely established by our own people that it is part of our culture. This is something Singapore can actually be recognized for. Singlish reigns over all the other languages of Singapore. The Sweden have their Swedish, the France have their French - Singlish is what Singaporeans created for themselves, and it deserves to be an official language, not to be judgementally looked down upon as the nonsense of the street kids.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
G4's Paragraphs
If abortion was made legal, there would be less children suffering from abuse or being neglected by parents. In places where abortion is illegal, parents are forced to kill their newborns or to sell them away when they are a few years old. Such miserable fates are the lives of children as a result of not being aborted. Put yourself into their shoes, how would you feel? So here I am to talk about why abortion should be made legal.
If the family that the child is born in is not financially stable then the child's life would be badly affected by that. The child will not be able to get good education, good living conditions and will not be able to get good medical care. Why would the parents want their child to suffer like that? They rather just abort the child beforehand.
Done by: Kult of Nael'zaf
If the family that the child is born in is not financially stable then the child's life would be badly affected by that. The child will not be able to get good education, good living conditions and will not be able to get good medical care. Why would the parents want their child to suffer like that? They rather just abort the child beforehand.
Done by: Kult of Nael'zaf
Monday, August 6, 2007
A's Extract
I was waiting for my turn to walk into the examination hall to take my oral examination. I felt very nervous so I started wandering here and there. As my turn was nearing my anxiety grew bigger and that made me stride. I wasn't concentrating as to what was on my way. Accidentally, I banged my leg against a table and I wasn't able to walk properly.
Soon, it was my turn. I limped into the examination hall in a very weird manner that even my examiner asked me as to why I was sashaying. Within minutes it was over. I walked out of the examination venue and started to roam around the school while I was waiting for my friends to bo done with their orals too.
Done By: Azeezah Azraa
Soon, it was my turn. I limped into the examination hall in a very weird manner that even my examiner asked me as to why I was sashaying. Within minutes it was over. I walked out of the examination venue and started to roam around the school while I was waiting for my friends to bo done with their orals too.
Done By: Azeezah Azraa
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Abortion Should Not Be Legalised
Good evening ladies and gentlemen,
Be surprised, laws contradict themselves by allowing abortion to be legal. This statement reighs truth. Laws have been introduced to protected the infants with the suggestion of consciousness with the intention of protecting " life ". Yet, abortion is legal altogether. Abortion is legally wrong, and needs to become illegal. And that's what we come forth to discuss.
Firstly, there are many side effects of abortion and when a woman goes through abortion, she is not warned about the risks that she will be facing such as internal bleeding and complications which might even lead to death. Furthermore, the law states that it is legal not to inform the patients of the consequences that they would have to face. 87% of women who went through abortion have been hospitalized due to complications with legal abortions, 20% had prolonged bleeding which carried on for more than a fortnight.
Once more, abortion means the premature exit of the products of conception from the uterus. This also means murder. Although abortion is legal, it is legally wrong as scientist have stated that a life have started when the egg is fertilised as aborting it means murder.
Abortion is not the better alternative. In situations where the mother is unable or unwilling to care for her child, some argue that abortion is the infant's only escape from a life of poverty, abuse or neglect, rendering abortion as a form of unconsented enthunasia. This is not true -poverty, abuse and neglect are not the inevitable. Who's to say that the mother, previously unwilling, might not come to love the child in the end? By aborting the child, you are denying the child of that love.
Two wrongs do not make a right, and this applies to rape cases which are another reason for abortion. Why should the child take the punishment, the horrible mutilation and death, for the crime that wronged the mother? Is this just? Think about it, reverse this law Singaporeans have created to destroy themselves.
Done By :
Nicole
Candice
Kaimi
Azeezah
Be surprised, laws contradict themselves by allowing abortion to be legal. This statement reighs truth. Laws have been introduced to protected the infants with the suggestion of consciousness with the intention of protecting " life ". Yet, abortion is legal altogether. Abortion is legally wrong, and needs to become illegal. And that's what we come forth to discuss.
Firstly, there are many side effects of abortion and when a woman goes through abortion, she is not warned about the risks that she will be facing such as internal bleeding and complications which might even lead to death. Furthermore, the law states that it is legal not to inform the patients of the consequences that they would have to face. 87% of women who went through abortion have been hospitalized due to complications with legal abortions, 20% had prolonged bleeding which carried on for more than a fortnight.
Once more, abortion means the premature exit of the products of conception from the uterus. This also means murder. Although abortion is legal, it is legally wrong as scientist have stated that a life have started when the egg is fertilised as aborting it means murder.
Abortion is not the better alternative. In situations where the mother is unable or unwilling to care for her child, some argue that abortion is the infant's only escape from a life of poverty, abuse or neglect, rendering abortion as a form of unconsented enthunasia. This is not true -poverty, abuse and neglect are not the inevitable. Who's to say that the mother, previously unwilling, might not come to love the child in the end? By aborting the child, you are denying the child of that love.
Two wrongs do not make a right, and this applies to rape cases which are another reason for abortion. Why should the child take the punishment, the horrible mutilation and death, for the crime that wronged the mother? Is this just? Think about it, reverse this law Singaporeans have created to destroy themselves.
Done By :
Nicole
Candice
Kaimi
Azeezah
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
K's Extract
I groped around in the darkness, hoping to find a switch. But my hopes were in vain so I had to allow my eyes to get used to the dark. Suddenly, I heard shuffling noises coming from my bedroom. I sneaked into my room, afraid that someone or something might be inside and I would not want to alarm him or her or it. When I was in my room, I saw a figure of a person looking through my things. I crept up to that person but accidentally tripped on something and fell down with a thud. The person spun around and let out a loud gasp. Fearing that the person might have a weapon, I staggered out of my room, trying to ignore the pain in my left ankle.
By Kai Mi
By Kai Mi
Friday, July 13, 2007
Edits to Supersition
"Watch over the fire, make sure all the papers offered are burnt to ashes, do not even make paper aeroplanes with them or else something bad will happen to you...", my mother uttered, while sobbing uncontrollably.
It was my grandfather's funeral. My late grandfather often ill-treated me and hit me over small matters. Soon, my mother went to talk with the people who had came and left me alone to burn the incense paper. Again, my mother warned me to watch over the fire and make sure all the papers offered are burnt to ashes, if not it will anger my grandfather. I nodded my head reluctantly and took the incense paper and started burning them. Then, I got bored and thought about the times how my late grandfather treated me. I got infuriated by the time the waves of the ugly memories came rushing back. I was furiously crushing up the papers into balls of hatred. A spirit-like smoke started forming my late grandfather's face. I then screamed hysterically. Suddenly, I felt faint and my vision blurred.
Everyone crowded around me to see what was happening. The expression of shock was written on their faces when they saw a few incense paper ,crushed into balls, lying around the floor. Luckily, one of them was quick enough as to call for an ambulance using his handphone. Soon, the ambulance's siren was heard. The paramedics put me on a stretcher and carried me into the vehicle. Not long later, we reached National University Hospital since it was the nearest hospital then. The doctor examined me and my we were told that I was only suffering from severe shock. My mother brought me home right away since the doctor had advised me to have enough rest and to also take the medicines prescribed accordingly. She was still worried for me as I had crushed the incense paper and decided to call for a priest.
Unfortunately, all my mother's effort were to no avail. The priest could not do anything. He shook his head and told us that the spirit was very difficult to exorcise out from my body. As days went by, I was no longer being myself. I was not as cheerful and hyperactive as I used to be. I even kept to myself, refusing to tell anyone what I had actually seen. I would rather be left alone in my room, in total darkness.
On one of the days, I was walking to the toilet while talking to myself at the same time. I saw something in the toilet bowl and went to peek at it. Abruptly, something which was forceful pulled my entire head into it. My mother who heard the loud thud and also my hysterical yell came running to the toilet, to see what on earth had happened to me. She quickly called for a doctor as there was a large bruise on my forehead.
After this incident, nothing weird happened to me anymore and I guess my grandfather's anger had subsided. I had learnt my lesson and made a promise not to repeat the same mistake again. It was indeed a scary experieence for me.
It was my grandfather's funeral. My late grandfather often ill-treated me and hit me over small matters. Soon, my mother went to talk with the people who had came and left me alone to burn the incense paper. Again, my mother warned me to watch over the fire and make sure all the papers offered are burnt to ashes, if not it will anger my grandfather. I nodded my head reluctantly and took the incense paper and started burning them. Then, I got bored and thought about the times how my late grandfather treated me. I got infuriated by the time the waves of the ugly memories came rushing back. I was furiously crushing up the papers into balls of hatred. A spirit-like smoke started forming my late grandfather's face. I then screamed hysterically. Suddenly, I felt faint and my vision blurred.
Everyone crowded around me to see what was happening. The expression of shock was written on their faces when they saw a few incense paper ,crushed into balls, lying around the floor. Luckily, one of them was quick enough as to call for an ambulance using his handphone. Soon, the ambulance's siren was heard. The paramedics put me on a stretcher and carried me into the vehicle. Not long later, we reached National University Hospital since it was the nearest hospital then. The doctor examined me and my we were told that I was only suffering from severe shock. My mother brought me home right away since the doctor had advised me to have enough rest and to also take the medicines prescribed accordingly. She was still worried for me as I had crushed the incense paper and decided to call for a priest.
Unfortunately, all my mother's effort were to no avail. The priest could not do anything. He shook his head and told us that the spirit was very difficult to exorcise out from my body. As days went by, I was no longer being myself. I was not as cheerful and hyperactive as I used to be. I even kept to myself, refusing to tell anyone what I had actually seen. I would rather be left alone in my room, in total darkness.
On one of the days, I was walking to the toilet while talking to myself at the same time. I saw something in the toilet bowl and went to peek at it. Abruptly, something which was forceful pulled my entire head into it. My mother who heard the loud thud and also my hysterical yell came running to the toilet, to see what on earth had happened to me. She quickly called for a doctor as there was a large bruise on my forehead.
After this incident, nothing weird happened to me anymore and I guess my grandfather's anger had subsided. I had learnt my lesson and made a promise not to repeat the same mistake again. It was indeed a scary experieence for me.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Supersition
The candle fumes crawled into the room, reminiscent of vines spreading across a room, clawing at Mdm Lee. A tightly gripped fist denied entry of the tranquility. Mdm Lee impatiently waved the smoke aside, as she stared testily at the gift before her.
Her husband did not respond favourably to her comment. He tried to tell her that she was being paranoid, but Mdm Lee brushed his words aside. She rubbed her temples, her hand brushing the clock onto the floor accidentally. With a loud clang, the glass broke. Her husband looked at her, as she scowled at the clock with a dark look.
Without a word henceforth she took the clock and strided into the kitchen. She stepped on the trigger of the dustbin in a swift movement. The rubbish bin was full - she had forgotten to empty it the night before. Cursing darkly, she then tried to throw it out of the window. Her husband stopped her, pointing at the neighbors below them. Either the curse was for real, or her paranoia was in vain, but everything she did, the efforts were thrown back at her. Finally, she got into her car.
Living on a hill meant unevitable trouble. She drove out of the garage and as she yanked the handbrake clumsily, the car jerked darkly. She got out and put the clock underneath the tyre, holding the car for support - her knees threatening to give way. She barely registered the car moving. Her foot got caught in the tyre, she lost her balance and her head hit the graphite. The car would not stop, she tried to scream, but her worn-out vocal cords could not resonate no more. Her husband got out of the house and let out a silent scream.
The curse was true.
Her husband did not respond favourably to her comment. He tried to tell her that she was being paranoid, but Mdm Lee brushed his words aside. She rubbed her temples, her hand brushing the clock onto the floor accidentally. With a loud clang, the glass broke. Her husband looked at her, as she scowled at the clock with a dark look.
Without a word henceforth she took the clock and strided into the kitchen. She stepped on the trigger of the dustbin in a swift movement. The rubbish bin was full - she had forgotten to empty it the night before. Cursing darkly, she then tried to throw it out of the window. Her husband stopped her, pointing at the neighbors below them. Either the curse was for real, or her paranoia was in vain, but everything she did, the efforts were thrown back at her. Finally, she got into her car.
Living on a hill meant unevitable trouble. She drove out of the garage and as she yanked the handbrake clumsily, the car jerked darkly. She got out and put the clock underneath the tyre, holding the car for support - her knees threatening to give way. She barely registered the car moving. Her foot got caught in the tyre, she lost her balance and her head hit the graphite. The car would not stop, she tried to scream, but her worn-out vocal cords could not resonate no more. Her husband got out of the house and let out a silent scream.
The curse was true.
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