English Post No.5

28 January 2009
When I woke up that morning at ten in the morning, I was shocked. " I'm late for school!" I said to myself. My brain was running wild of the situations of what would happen if I arrived in school late. Then, I remembered that day was an off-day for all Victorians. I breathed a sigh of relief only to get shocked again. " Oh no, I'm late for Nikki's party!" I shouted aloud this time. That day was the day Nikki, my classmate and close friend, celebrated his fourteenth birthday. Almost immediately after I awoke, I was dressed and getting ready to leave when another friend, Ian called me. " Faster come leh! My father sending us there" he exclaimed. Then my brain was shocked by another memory. I was to meet Ian and Marcus at Kallang MRT station and from there Ian's father will send us to Nikki's party location, The Cage. In about half an hour, I was dazed but at the Cage, greeting Nikki. He seemed as jovial and happy as a lark for his buddies to be able tocome for his party. We played soccer until our legs could not function anymore before we set off for KFC for lunch, Nikki's treat. Soon after we left for Nikki's house for more fun and games. His brother was there to greet us like a one-man welcoming commitee. He leapt, squealed and cheered upon our arrival. Then, we continued to play like gaming addicts. At seven in the night, we had a pizza dinner, courtesy of Nikki once again, and I left shortly after. It was a thoroughly refreshing experince and it gave the recharge I greatly needed to keep up with the upcoming school weeks to come.

English post No. 4

21 January 2009

That afternoon, a small group, including myself, gathered at the school foyer and prepared to leave. That day was the Chingay Festival rehearsal and I decided to go for the lure of many CIP hours. However, it appeared that I had made the wrong choice to go that day. Other than me and my group of about five friends, all the rest were completely nerds! I could feel my stomach squirming as these little parasites began to talk about childish things like the Duelmasters card game. It totally made me feel squeamish. Anyway, after attendance was carried out by Mr. Daryl Tan, he briefed us on what was going to happen. It sounded pretty simple and my group boarded the bus, spirits high. All the way Sanjeev blasted Indian techno which was rather irritating but, the ride was pretty short, hence, we did not suffer long. Upon arrival, Jin Kai began to crack many hilarious jokes and all the Victorians listening erupted in laughter. I could not control myself and laughed so hard, the organisers glared at me. Even with the glares, my small, merry band continued to laugh. Finally, Mr. Daryl Tan uncomfortably asked us to pipe down and we agreed, though I felt slightly unhappy over this incident. We then registered ourselves with the organisers, who were still eerily glaring at us like snakes, and proceeded to an auditorium to receive a full briefing on the happenings of this festival. After the briefing, I felt appalled by it all. The task was to give to the general public and certain VIPs but only in a certain area. The rest would not receive anything. To me, this is a little unfair as everyone should at least receive something to remember their experince at the Chingay. Immediately after the breifing, we were introduced to the song which we were meant to sing when the float passed by. Fortunately, I had already remembered the song way before they even told us about it so I had no problem with the whole frascas. Finally, a dry run was carried out and we got to meet some national stars like C. Kunalan and Dollah Kassim. Eventually, we were dismissed at 9.30pm and though we were exhausted, we were happy. (Left: C. Kunalan Right: our float)

English Post No.3

My third post.



22 January 2009



Even before the sun was up, I was up and about. Today was the day of the Chinese New Year celebration. I was as happy as a lark. After the celebrations, there would be a 6 day break. I kept on daydreaming about what I would do over the break. Maybe a long window-shopping trip to the mall? All along the journey to school, my friends and I kept on talking about the break. It would be deserving for us since we are all in Floorball. Everyday we would have training and it would usually end late. By the time we were home, most of us would just jump onto the bed and go into a deep sleep. With this break, we now have a long recovery period. By the time we were at the school gate, all of us were hoping to get out of there as soon as possible. In school, the atmosphere was just as upbeat. Teachers were just as upbeat to the point that we didn't study at all. after a short reccess, we packed into the hall like sardines in a can. Even with the air-con on, it provided no help to the heat around of the hall. Noise was abound everywhere. Pupils talking, teachers shouting at their pupils to keep quiet in vain and the noise of preparation onstage. Eventually, after about fifteen minutes, the noise settled down and the concert began. It was not interesting to me as in my perspective, it was just a repetition of last year's concert. However, by the time 12.30pm arrived, everyone was raring to go, even the teachers. Finally, when my class was dismissed at the canteen, we cheered. It was the start of a long break.

English Post No. 2

January 18th 2009


I started my day at 7.50am, having very little sleep thanks to the cold weather that day. After a short breakfast, I left a quiet house at 10am to my floorball match. Along the way, I met many teamates lke my buddies, Ubaidah and Matthew, and we proceeded together to the Tampines Sports Hall. The match, which is actually part of a nation-wide league still ongoing was our fifth of our ten matches. Naturally, since it is a men;s league, we have crushed many atime and so far our record is four losses, 1 draw and no wins. Though this is a very disappointing record, my team still believes we can win some game. But, when I saw the schedule today, "Great God! We're laying against the top of the table today?!"I said aloud. Today, we were playing against a promotion contender, the Tyreso Blue Titans. My heart sank in defeat together with the rest of my hopes of winning the game. When the rest of my team saw the shedule, many looked crushed. Our fates were sealed. We were going to lose. When our coach came and saw our sad faces, he tried to cheer us up, but to no avail. The mood was gloomy and almost all of us looked disappointed. Even the opponents knew they could win, they came with their noses up high. However, that all changed when we stepped on the court. The moment the face-off was over, there was a ray of hope in the dark clouds of defeat. The players were purely made of brawn and not stickwork. They fumbled with the ball whilst we cooly manovuered and made circles around them. In our first charge, in about two minutes, an unmarked Haziq Rizwan cooly slotted the ball home after the ball was drilled in by Hadi. By the end of the first period, 1-1. Tyreso managed to equalise after a quick counter from a spilled ball in their goal. In the second period, a defensive error left me a sitting duck at my goal. I managed to block the shot with my leg but the ball rebounded up and into the goal. 2-1, we were sweating now. We worked hard and just a few more charges later, Matthew had broken through and was racing to goal. My heart was in my mouth and everyone on my team was shouting and cheering. All of sudden, our hopes seemed dashed as one of Tyreso's defenders had sprinted back to the goal and was pressuring. Then, Matthew drilled a ball across the goal. "What is he doing! What a wasted chance" I thought. All of a sudden, Hamizan received the ball and simply fired a shot into the unguarded side of the goal. 2-2. We cheered. We, including the coach, were absolutely wild! This was the first time since the draw game that we have come from behind to equalise! The Tyreso players were completely gobsmacked. "Where did he come from?" was written all over their bewildered faces. After the goal, it seemed that someone added a little spark to our ember of hope. We were on fire! We were dominating the battlefield and Tyreso were struggling. They resorted to some dirty moves that resulted in many chances but I thankfully saved them some and some cannoned off the post. Finally in the final minute, Halim managed to get within shooting range of the goal and fired.The ball flew, soared and burned the air. The shot was unstoppable. It rebounded against the keeper's thighs and flew into the net. 3-2. We erupted in celebration! We were hugging each other, elated with our regained lead. With forty seconds to go, there was no way Tyreso could win. And the match ended with our win. We were slapping each others backs, exhilarated with the win. When, I left the court that day, I have never felt so happier.

P.S The left picture is our team and the right is our coach, Mr. Amir, giving us his plans and views on our performance.

English Posts: No.1

Hello, this is the first of the series of five posts by which I do my English assignment. However, if you had been following my blog, this would have been the fourth post of five required to do. Firstly, I send my many "thanks" to my english teacher, Mrs. Rama for just telling us the news just when a lot of us were almost done, struggling to get the job done by tomorrow, the first deadline. Now, the deadline's been pushed back, we can relax a little. Anyway, I shall proceed with my first English post.

Today, I started my day by falling out of bed. "Great, will there be better things to come?" I sarcastically asked myself. I sluggishly made my way to the toilet and prepare for yet another day at school. half an hour later, I was out of my house door and on my way to school. As several other school students walked past, my mind began to drift off until I heard a loud "Bang!" and people screaming. I looked ahead and saw an accident scene straight out of 'Crimewatch'. A car bumper was completely crushed in and a few meters away, a lorry's tailights were cracked. Some passers-by gawked, others whipped out their camera phones and began snapping away, most though, just stood rooted to the ground. Not me. Some people, including myself, helped the driver of the car and his two schoolchildren out of the car. Thankfully, no one was hurt but the driver of the car was shell-shocked and hugging his children very tightly. The children,who were toddlers, meanwhile, somehow remained calm throughout the incident and did wail or panic. Fortunately, there was no driver in the lorry or the driver might have gotten whiplash and hurt him/herself. Though I helped ease the driver to the nearby pavement, he did not ask me anything about myself though I hold nothing against it. The man had almost died with his two kids and was probably too shocked to do anything. By then, people just bypassed the wreck, glanced at the driver and walked past onto the train station, continuing with their daily lives. I too had to get a move on or I might be late for school that day but I silently prayed that nothing would happen to the man and his two innocent kids. I left the scene quietly before the authorities arrived and continued on my journey to school a refreshed teen. After the incident, I thought "How could the man have crashed the car? The road is pretty big. Was he distracted by the children?" In the end, I came to the conclusion that while trying to calm the children over a minor incident, he couldn't see the lorry since the sun had not risen yet and he probably was not facing the road. Either way, I felt good to have helped someone and though there was no reward in the end, I thought the initiative to rise and help a fallen man was good enough a reward for me. "This is true Victorian spirit" I said to myself as the unusual day passed on.

I don't understand....

This post is a post sent out to all people who want to read regarding my views on the recent Gaza Strip battle. Everyday when I read the newspapers, there has been reports of violence all over the world. But, mainly for the time being, the spotlight is on the most recent bloodshed, the Gaza Strip conflict. Reports have said that the two fighting parties, mainly the Israelites and the Hamas, are having a cease-fire forced by the United Nations. It has been reported that 800+ Palestinians, but they did not say how many Israelites died. But, people have been making exaggerations that only 13 Israelites have died so far. I find that this is untrue because there is no such way such a small number of Israelites have died during almost a month's of fighting. A few of my friends have been affected by the killings indirectly because they feel the Israelites are wrong while the Palestinians are right because the Hamas are Muslims while the Israelites are Jews. Though it is true that in the Qur'an, there is a part that is written that Jews will forever be our mortal enemies, I believe the new, younger generation of Israelites and Hamas do not neccessarily will want to fight each other to the death. A person will change throughout the course of his life either for the better or for the worse and that is determined by God, his/her upbringing and the everyday choices they make in life. Hence, when you say it is right to take out Israelites or Hamas, it is wrong because there is still a handful or a big lot of Israelites and Hamas that are good and believe that they can work hand in hand together in the near or far future. Another point to bring is that my friend recently said that there should be a reincarnation of a Hitler or Stalin to exterminate all Jews. That's really extremist and I think that is not the way to go. Hitler was a person who thought he could make the world a "clean" by exterminating Jews in POW camps. Stalin on the other hand used brute force and cunning to reach the top and he ruled with an iron fist, scaring any competition away. Eventually, the once-believed-gone Tsar rule was back but under a different cover. Either way, both men used their propoganda and power to seize their dreams of obtaining their perfect worlds which in the end remained just a dream. They did crimes against their own people, fellow countrymen who did nothing wrong. That is a crime against humanity. We should never revive such monsters again. Back to the Gaza Strip conflict, I think the UN should step in and the conflict might escalate to a full blown World War. We, humanity, cannot let such fighting continue. We should stop it, do not pick sides or play the blame game, just get the war to a nice, peaceful closure. Isn't that UN was made for? To help mankind? In my eyes, they just don't want to intervene because they're afraid it will become a thriple threat, UN vs Hamas vs Israelites. But, we should learn from our past mistakes. Look at Rwanda, they're still recovering from their civil war many years back. It could have been stopped just weeks into the fighting had the UN decide against to intervene. Instead they watched from the sidelines and let the small puddle of bloodshed become an ocean of death. Finally, in the end of it all, Jews and Hamas are sort of religiously linked to one another. Moses and our Prophet Musa are the same, hence, aren't the two sides killing themselves and each other at the same time?? Plus, I think Zionists are the ones who reacted wrongly to the situation. It is understandable why 800 Muslims have died, they're bombing the place everyday. Hamas also reacted wrongly to the situation by firing rockets at Israel in the first place. Hence, I think we, the people from the other nations, should unite and stop this madness( It's not Sparta either) from happening now and in the near future.

First day of my blog

I did this blog for the sake of doing it but now it seems quite fun. At first I thought thatblogging was mainly for girls because it is not manly to release your feeling s in to a diary but instead do sports and other violent stuff (I'm not sexist okaaaayy!!) I also felt unsafe about blogging since you are like showing your personal life to the world. Therewere many articles in the newspaper about girls and boys my age fallin prey to the many Internet predators online through their blogs(I don't like to talk to people who claim to be 18 but are actually 81) Currently, we have to do a project combning both English and Online Multimedia(which is not a subject) What we need to do, create a blog and post 5 entries regarding personal recounts on 5 different incidents that have happened in my life. So now, I need to recreate my blog with what I want and remove what I don't want and I'll see you all in the next post!!:P