A couple was charged with distributing pamphlets to people in all religions to convince them into converting to their religion. The reason they were convicted was because their pamphlets included some words or sentences that insulted other religions. Those pamphlets were rebellious towards the other religions and has upsetted the public.
Opinion:
Distributing pamphlets to promote your religion is not wrong but when you insult other religions, that is being rude and disrespectful. We all should respect each and everyone's religion even if we do not believe in whichever religion. The couple was being inconsiderate and by insulting other religions on the pamphlets, people will think that the couple is rude and apparently has no manners. This gives people a bad impression of them.
Religion is good in the sense that it leads people to think the right way but sometimes it causes religious conflicts. I think that no matter how angry we are, we should control our anger and not pick on a fight because violence begets violence and nothing good would come out of that.
Thursday 18 June 2009
Monday 15 June 2009
Sorry for my late post
Tuesday, 9/6/09
Based on a survey conducted on Singapore drivers, driving over speed limits and beating the traffic lights when they are glowing amber are Singapore's top two most dangerous driving habits. It was also discovered that many Singaporeans do not know the normal speed limit of Singapore's roads. Only 25% answered 50km/h which was the correct answer.
Opinions:
I think that these drivers are being very inconsiderate and selfish. Everyone gets their turn and I think that they should patiently wait for the amber lights to turn red and then green. After all, the amber lights mean that we should slow down already and not immediately 'grab the chance' and dash across.Speed limit is something very important that keeps the traffic in order. If everyone at the next road is driving at fifty km/h and you happened to be exceeding the speed limit and driving at 70km/h, you won't be able to stop in time and will cause a car accident.
Every year, many people are getting severely hurt or dying because of car accidents. Doesn't it hurt to see news reporting grotesque accidents every few days/weeks? Car accidents are caused because selfish drivers/pedestrians refuse to obey the traffic rules. We should all be road-friendly and obey the traffic safety rules. By doing that, we can create an accident free environment.
Based on a survey conducted on Singapore drivers, driving over speed limits and beating the traffic lights when they are glowing amber are Singapore's top two most dangerous driving habits. It was also discovered that many Singaporeans do not know the normal speed limit of Singapore's roads. Only 25% answered 50km/h which was the correct answer.
Opinions:
I think that these drivers are being very inconsiderate and selfish. Everyone gets their turn and I think that they should patiently wait for the amber lights to turn red and then green. After all, the amber lights mean that we should slow down already and not immediately 'grab the chance' and dash across.Speed limit is something very important that keeps the traffic in order. If everyone at the next road is driving at fifty km/h and you happened to be exceeding the speed limit and driving at 70km/h, you won't be able to stop in time and will cause a car accident.
Every year, many people are getting severely hurt or dying because of car accidents. Doesn't it hurt to see news reporting grotesque accidents every few days/weeks? Car accidents are caused because selfish drivers/pedestrians refuse to obey the traffic rules. We should all be road-friendly and obey the traffic safety rules. By doing that, we can create an accident free environment.
Monday 25 May 2009
News Opinions draft 2
6 women from the Singapore women's Everest team conquered Mount Everest on the 22nd of May, last friday. They were the first Singapore women to ever reach the summit of Mount Everest. It was all thanks to their good teamwork and their huge sacrifices made in money, relationships, family and work. All of them have showcased an indomitable team spirit and unity of purpose worthy of emulation by all Singaporeans.
Opinions:
From this article, all the six women have shown us that unity is strength and that if we work together, we can achieve great things.
All of them carried out their own roles as follows: the leader, encourager, mediator, peacemaker etc. This shows that everyone has their own strengths and no one is useless. Without anyone of the six, the journey would not have been possible!
Without the leader, everyone would not know who to follow, a leader leads everyone in one direction. Without the encourager, everyone may have already lost confidence and gave up the climb. Without the mediator to mediate problems, the whole team would have been all terrified because of one single problem they face. And lastly, without the peacemaker, everyone would have been in big fights and the team would have fallen apart.
All the team members were encouraged to move on because of their determination and their confidence (The confidence in themselves caused them to believe that they were capable of reaching the top of the mountain) Don't you see these qualities are always appearing, confidence, determination, these are our 'energy sources'!
Also, this shows that women are not weaker than men and they can achieve what men can and can do more than that. I think that they have set a good example for all Singaporeans to follow as they taught us to stick together. If everyone in Singapore sticks together, Singapore can become an even greater country. Unity is strength! United we stand, divided we fall. The women would not have suceeded if they had not worked together.
Teamwork and cooperation is something we need in our daily life. Can you imagine if there are no shopping centres and all the shops are scattered all over the place just because owners of the shops do not want to work together in a shopping centre and do not want to share one street? What if one day all over the world there are huge unendable wars because world leaders do not want to cooperate?
Okay, a good example may be when our class discusses things. Some of you may not know, but it is definitely very hard to get the class to discuss properly. Don't speakers get tired of shouting? Don't classmates ever get tired of having a hard time trying to cooperate everytime we do, or discuss things? We would not have this problem if everyone works together. Cooperation will remedy the situation! If we do not cooperate, in the end, everyone will get mad at each other and the discussion would not have been a pleasant one.You see, if everyone had 'stuck' together and cooperated with each other when doing things, we would do it very well!
Story time:!!! (this is an extra it is NOT a part of the comment)
I think many people have already heard this story before but it is linked to what I had said earlier in this post. Sit back and read,
Once upon a time, there lived a rich old man. The old man owned a big factory which produces rice. As he thought it was time for him to retire, he called all his ten sons to come and decide who to pass on the factory to.
"Me father, me!"
"I'm the best, none of my stupid brothers are compared to me!"
....
The old man hesitated for awhile, and then, he said, "I'm handing the factory over, to all of you."
Everyone started complaining. All the ten sons wanted the factory for their own!
the old man shook his head and told the eldest son to take eleven wooden sticks from the yard.
After which, he tied ten of the sticks together and left one. He told his second son to come forward and told him to break the single stick, which was easy of course.
Then, he told his third son, the strongest of them all, to break the bundle of ten sticks. However, no matter how hard his third son tried, he could not break the sticks.
All the sons understood and took on the factory together. They worked hard and became the factory with the greatest rice production rate in the country.
This story shows that when united, we are strong but when divided, we fall easily.
The small little stick was broken so easily but the ten sticks seems inpenetrable.
Opinions:
From this article, all the six women have shown us that unity is strength and that if we work together, we can achieve great things.
All of them carried out their own roles as follows: the leader, encourager, mediator, peacemaker etc. This shows that everyone has their own strengths and no one is useless. Without anyone of the six, the journey would not have been possible!
Without the leader, everyone would not know who to follow, a leader leads everyone in one direction. Without the encourager, everyone may have already lost confidence and gave up the climb. Without the mediator to mediate problems, the whole team would have been all terrified because of one single problem they face. And lastly, without the peacemaker, everyone would have been in big fights and the team would have fallen apart.
All the team members were encouraged to move on because of their determination and their confidence (The confidence in themselves caused them to believe that they were capable of reaching the top of the mountain) Don't you see these qualities are always appearing, confidence, determination, these are our 'energy sources'!
Also, this shows that women are not weaker than men and they can achieve what men can and can do more than that. I think that they have set a good example for all Singaporeans to follow as they taught us to stick together. If everyone in Singapore sticks together, Singapore can become an even greater country. Unity is strength! United we stand, divided we fall. The women would not have suceeded if they had not worked together.
Teamwork and cooperation is something we need in our daily life. Can you imagine if there are no shopping centres and all the shops are scattered all over the place just because owners of the shops do not want to work together in a shopping centre and do not want to share one street? What if one day all over the world there are huge unendable wars because world leaders do not want to cooperate?
Okay, a good example may be when our class discusses things. Some of you may not know, but it is definitely very hard to get the class to discuss properly. Don't speakers get tired of shouting? Don't classmates ever get tired of having a hard time trying to cooperate everytime we do, or discuss things? We would not have this problem if everyone works together. Cooperation will remedy the situation! If we do not cooperate, in the end, everyone will get mad at each other and the discussion would not have been a pleasant one.You see, if everyone had 'stuck' together and cooperated with each other when doing things, we would do it very well!
Story time:!!! (this is an extra it is NOT a part of the comment)
I think many people have already heard this story before but it is linked to what I had said earlier in this post. Sit back and read,
Once upon a time, there lived a rich old man. The old man owned a big factory which produces rice. As he thought it was time for him to retire, he called all his ten sons to come and decide who to pass on the factory to.
"Me father, me!"
"I'm the best, none of my stupid brothers are compared to me!"
....
The old man hesitated for awhile, and then, he said, "I'm handing the factory over, to all of you."
Everyone started complaining. All the ten sons wanted the factory for their own!
the old man shook his head and told the eldest son to take eleven wooden sticks from the yard.
After which, he tied ten of the sticks together and left one. He told his second son to come forward and told him to break the single stick, which was easy of course.
Then, he told his third son, the strongest of them all, to break the bundle of ten sticks. However, no matter how hard his third son tried, he could not break the sticks.
All the sons understood and took on the factory together. They worked hard and became the factory with the greatest rice production rate in the country.
This story shows that when united, we are strong but when divided, we fall easily.
The small little stick was broken so easily but the ten sticks seems inpenetrable.
News Article Opinions
6 women from the Singapore women's Everest team conquered Mount Everest on the 22nd of May, last friday. They were the first Singapore women to ever reach the summit of Mount Everest. It was all thanks to their good teamwork and their huge sacrifices made in money, relationships, family and work. All of them have showcased an indomitable team spirit and unity of purpose worthy of emulation by all Singaporeans.
Opinions:
From this article, all the six women have shown us that unity is strength and that if we work together, we can achieve great things. All of them carried out their own roles as follows: the leader, encourager, mediator, peacemaker etc. This shows that everyone has their own strengths and no one is useless. All the team members were encouraged to move on because of their determination and their confidence (The confidence in themselves caused them to believe that they were capable of reaching the top of the mountain)
Also, this shows that women are not weaker than men and they can achieve what men can and can do more than that. I think that they have set a good example for all Singaporeans to follow as they taught us to stick together. If everyone in Singapore sticks together, Singapore can become an even greater country. Unity is strength! United we stand, divided we fall. The women would not have suceeded if they had not worked together.
WXinY~~~
Opinions:
From this article, all the six women have shown us that unity is strength and that if we work together, we can achieve great things. All of them carried out their own roles as follows: the leader, encourager, mediator, peacemaker etc. This shows that everyone has their own strengths and no one is useless. All the team members were encouraged to move on because of their determination and their confidence (The confidence in themselves caused them to believe that they were capable of reaching the top of the mountain)
Also, this shows that women are not weaker than men and they can achieve what men can and can do more than that. I think that they have set a good example for all Singaporeans to follow as they taught us to stick together. If everyone in Singapore sticks together, Singapore can become an even greater country. Unity is strength! United we stand, divided we fall. The women would not have suceeded if they had not worked together.
WXinY~~~
Friday 9 January 2009
9/1/09
This is my first compo this year, it is not good. So please comment
Composition: The Hero I had never expected
“Mum, do we really have to move to Uncle Alberto’s?” I queried. Krystyne stared pleadingly at mum with her puppy dog eyes. Mum looked disapprovingly at Krystyne, my younger sister. “I’m not going to fall for that Krystyne. And yes, you must move to Uncle Alberto’s so there is someone to take care of you all until we come back from the one-month business exchange trip to Canada.”
On the way there, the horrible experience of our previous stay at Uncle Alberto’s replayed.
Krystyne and I got down. There was an old sign outside the ‘run-down’ house that read: 44 Dieny Road.
Bats were circling the area. Dad and Mum drove off as we rang the scary doorbell. Dong! There stood Uncle Alberto, but he was smirking, weird. “I’m going to the market and I’ll be back by five, get the dishes done,” He commanded us in a low voice and walked off with a grocery list in hand. “Kathryn, don’t you think Uncle Alberto’s changed. He’s all of a sudden looking different!” Krystyne pointed out. “Krystyne, you knuckle-head, he masks his face everyday, and how do you even know he’s different?” I shook my head at my sister’s senseless statement. The icy wind howled against our necks as the candle on the organ rocked. Dusts and cobwebs covered every inch of the house, it has been a long time since he cleaned it. Big Fat rats scampered everywhere and hairy spiders roamed the ground. I jumped at the sight of the dishes moulded chicken, dried vegetable bits and fowl-smelling plates. I was disgusted, how could Uncle Alberto survive in this house?
The wooden floorboards squeaked and groaned. Suddenly, I felt an unusual chill. My sixth sense told me that someone was behind Krystyne, and me and that the person was up to no good. Krystyne and I stared at each other, we spun around, all coordinated. Not aghostin sight. We shrugged and continued with the dishes. Then, someone locked my arms, I screamed loudly but a cloth was placed over my face and soon muffled me. The air I could take in was getting thinner and thinner. The last thing I heard was Krystyne’s screams before I drifted into oblivion.
“Let me go! What are you trying to do?” I heard Krystyne’s voice. My eyes flickered open and I scanned the surroundings. There were eight men, all tall and muscular. Behind them, were two lab scientists “Hey! Why did you capture us?” I was about to continue when the female scientist cut in, “You and your sister here have a special family trait traced back to the dragons. Your family was a group of royal dragons,” She said as I struggled to free my bound hands and legs. She took a syringe and drew blood from me. I winced and wondered, “What crap was she talking about? We’re no dragons, we’re normal humans!”
Then, someone busted through the room’s door. “Hey! What are you doing to my nieces!” It was Uncle Alberto! His hands were bleeding and his shot leg had big whip scars. He must have been tortured! But look who was behind him, the police. The kidnappers surrendered and it was diagnosed that they were escaped patients from the mental hospital. I also found out that Uncle Alberto did not have to do that, he just had to keep quiet until those people went away with us as they were not after him. He was the hero I had never expected.
So, maybe Mum and Dad were right, he was a good man after all. As for ‘Uncle Alberto’ who was going out to buy groceries, he was an impostor. Although they haven’t caught him, I felt great to be safe again. Although Uncle Alberto was grumpy as always, he was a new man we had not known before, after the kidnap. Had it not been for him, dragon maniacs would have captured us.
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Composition: The Hero I had never expected
“Mum, do we really have to move to Uncle Alberto’s?” I queried. Krystyne stared pleadingly at mum with her puppy dog eyes. Mum looked disapprovingly at Krystyne, my younger sister. “I’m not going to fall for that Krystyne. And yes, you must move to Uncle Alberto’s so there is someone to take care of you all until we come back from the one-month business exchange trip to Canada.”
On the way there, the horrible experience of our previous stay at Uncle Alberto’s replayed.
Krystyne and I got down. There was an old sign outside the ‘run-down’ house that read: 44 Dieny Road.
Bats were circling the area. Dad and Mum drove off as we rang the scary doorbell. Dong! There stood Uncle Alberto, but he was smirking, weird. “I’m going to the market and I’ll be back by five, get the dishes done,” He commanded us in a low voice and walked off with a grocery list in hand. “Kathryn, don’t you think Uncle Alberto’s changed. He’s all of a sudden looking different!” Krystyne pointed out. “Krystyne, you knuckle-head, he masks his face everyday, and how do you even know he’s different?” I shook my head at my sister’s senseless statement. The icy wind howled against our necks as the candle on the organ rocked. Dusts and cobwebs covered every inch of the house, it has been a long time since he cleaned it. Big Fat rats scampered everywhere and hairy spiders roamed the ground. I jumped at the sight of the dishes moulded chicken, dried vegetable bits and fowl-smelling plates. I was disgusted, how could Uncle Alberto survive in this house?
The wooden floorboards squeaked and groaned. Suddenly, I felt an unusual chill. My sixth sense told me that someone was behind Krystyne, and me and that the person was up to no good. Krystyne and I stared at each other, we spun around, all coordinated. Not aghostin sight. We shrugged and continued with the dishes. Then, someone locked my arms, I screamed loudly but a cloth was placed over my face and soon muffled me. The air I could take in was getting thinner and thinner. The last thing I heard was Krystyne’s screams before I drifted into oblivion.
“Let me go! What are you trying to do?” I heard Krystyne’s voice. My eyes flickered open and I scanned the surroundings. There were eight men, all tall and muscular. Behind them, were two lab scientists “Hey! Why did you capture us?” I was about to continue when the female scientist cut in, “You and your sister here have a special family trait traced back to the dragons. Your family was a group of royal dragons,” She said as I struggled to free my bound hands and legs. She took a syringe and drew blood from me. I winced and wondered, “What crap was she talking about? We’re no dragons, we’re normal humans!”
Then, someone busted through the room’s door. “Hey! What are you doing to my nieces!” It was Uncle Alberto! His hands were bleeding and his shot leg had big whip scars. He must have been tortured! But look who was behind him, the police. The kidnappers surrendered and it was diagnosed that they were escaped patients from the mental hospital. I also found out that Uncle Alberto did not have to do that, he just had to keep quiet until those people went away with us as they were not after him. He was the hero I had never expected.
So, maybe Mum and Dad were right, he was a good man after all. As for ‘Uncle Alberto’ who was going out to buy groceries, he was an impostor. Although they haven’t caught him, I felt great to be safe again. Although Uncle Alberto was grumpy as always, he was a new man we had not known before, after the kidnap. Had it not been for him, dragon maniacs would have captured us.
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Monday 29 December 2008
29/12/08
29/12/08
A rally by thousands of protesters outside the Thai parliament building forced the government to delay Prime Minister Abhisit's first policy address.
The protesters were dressed in red and were loyal supporters of the previous premier. The protesters carried sign boards outside thailands paliarment building refusing to go away unless Mr. Abhisit resigns.
The government says that they have no choice but to delay the meeting while the authoroties negotiated with the protesters' leader. One of the protesters had stated their reasons for protesting. They said that they wanted Mr. Abhisit to step down because he has no legitimacy.
OPINIONS: Mr. Abhisit should probrably apologise or pledge like he will do something or become more legitimate. It is also the protesters fault as they should respect the country's decision. They must give Mr. Abhisit time to show that he is a capable leader. He has not even been on the job for a year and i simply cannot understand how they know that Mr. Abhisit is not as capable as the old premier.
Recently, thailand's economic didn't drop greatly just because Mr. Abhisit didn't know how to control the government.And I believe since the paliarment people picked him, he should be capable of doing his job well.
A rally by thousands of protesters outside the Thai parliament building forced the government to delay Prime Minister Abhisit's first policy address.
The protesters were dressed in red and were loyal supporters of the previous premier. The protesters carried sign boards outside thailands paliarment building refusing to go away unless Mr. Abhisit resigns.
The government says that they have no choice but to delay the meeting while the authoroties negotiated with the protesters' leader. One of the protesters had stated their reasons for protesting. They said that they wanted Mr. Abhisit to step down because he has no legitimacy.
OPINIONS: Mr. Abhisit should probrably apologise or pledge like he will do something or become more legitimate. It is also the protesters fault as they should respect the country's decision. They must give Mr. Abhisit time to show that he is a capable leader. He has not even been on the job for a year and i simply cannot understand how they know that Mr. Abhisit is not as capable as the old premier.
Recently, thailand's economic didn't drop greatly just because Mr. Abhisit didn't know how to control the government.And I believe since the paliarment people picked him, he should be capable of doing his job well.
29/12/08
27/12/08
China adds 32 deaths to dismal work safety statistics
Thirty-two people died in two separate accidents in China Saturday, as explosives went off in a rural area while a lift crashed on an urban building site, highlighting the nation's poor work safety record.
Fifteen people died and nine were injuredIn the first of the incidents, a blast erupted at 1.12 am (1712 GMT Friday) in the village of Donggancheng
In the day's second serious incident, 17 people died after a construction lift crashed to the ground on a building site.
OPINIONS: I think China's contractors have not taken enough safety precautions towards their workers and objects at the construction site. They should have considered the welfare of their workers. The workers have families to feed and raise, that was why they needed to work, but now, without the workers income, the families may be experiecing lots of financial problems and may not be able to get enough money to buy food for themselves to eat.
if this carries on, many people, because of their own safety will not want to be construction site workers and there will be no one to build houses and buildings for new companies or people who needs to buy new houses
(dismal: characterized by ineptness or lack of skill, competence, effectiveness, imagination, or interest; pitiful)
China adds 32 deaths to dismal work safety statistics
Thirty-two people died in two separate accidents in China Saturday, as explosives went off in a rural area while a lift crashed on an urban building site, highlighting the nation's poor work safety record.
Fifteen people died and nine were injuredIn the first of the incidents, a blast erupted at 1.12 am (1712 GMT Friday) in the village of Donggancheng
In the day's second serious incident, 17 people died after a construction lift crashed to the ground on a building site.
OPINIONS: I think China's contractors have not taken enough safety precautions towards their workers and objects at the construction site. They should have considered the welfare of their workers. The workers have families to feed and raise, that was why they needed to work, but now, without the workers income, the families may be experiecing lots of financial problems and may not be able to get enough money to buy food for themselves to eat.
if this carries on, many people, because of their own safety will not want to be construction site workers and there will be no one to build houses and buildings for new companies or people who needs to buy new houses
(dismal: characterized by ineptness or lack of skill, competence, effectiveness, imagination, or interest; pitiful)
Saturday 27 December 2008
reported on 27/12/08
26/12/08
The ICA reported 8110 packets of contraband cigarettes
It was reported yesterday that a malaysia registered lorry truck was found with $620,000 worth of potential costoms duty and GST payable and unregistered/undeclared cigarettes.
ICA said the duty-unpaid cigarettes were hidden within a consignment that was declared as mixed hardwood sawn timber.
The 8110 packets of cigarettes were discovered when the malaysian lorry checked past the woodlands costoms complex.
OPINIONS: The truck driver was very selfish to have not declared his cigarettes. All entrepreneurs have declared their goods and paid their taxes etcetera, he was also being very unfair to the others. If a man like him gets past the costoms, it will influence the others to do it. Then, the costoms will get out of control. In that way, he earns more money then the others by 'cheating'.
For example another man also goes past the costoms with cigrattes but pays the taxes, he would have to cut down on his supplies by a lot. He would earn less money than the man who intended to get past the costoms without paying taxes.
(contraband:anything prohibited by law from being imported or exported)
The ICA reported 8110 packets of contraband cigarettes
It was reported yesterday that a malaysia registered lorry truck was found with $620,000 worth of potential costoms duty and GST payable and unregistered/undeclared cigarettes.
ICA said the duty-unpaid cigarettes were hidden within a consignment that was declared as mixed hardwood sawn timber.
The 8110 packets of cigarettes were discovered when the malaysian lorry checked past the woodlands costoms complex.
OPINIONS: The truck driver was very selfish to have not declared his cigarettes. All entrepreneurs have declared their goods and paid their taxes etcetera, he was also being very unfair to the others. If a man like him gets past the costoms, it will influence the others to do it. Then, the costoms will get out of control. In that way, he earns more money then the others by 'cheating'.
For example another man also goes past the costoms with cigrattes but pays the taxes, he would have to cut down on his supplies by a lot. He would earn less money than the man who intended to get past the costoms without paying taxes.
(contraband:anything prohibited by law from being imported or exported)
Wednesday 24 December 2008
24dec08
23/12/08
Singapore Flyer broke down at 4.15p.m. Out of the 28 cabins, 23 were occupied. Many passengers had to exit from the even when they were at great heights. This has been the 2nd time the Singapore flyer broke down this year.
The manager incharged of the Singapore flyer reports the reason of the Singapore flyer break down: There are a total of six power sources powering the flyer, one of them broke down that night causing a system shut down which resulted in the Singapore flyers breakdown
The flyer is still closed for pending investigations.
OPINIONS:
As a new tourist attraction, there must have been many foreign tourists on the flyer, many of them who experienced the flyer's break down would already have a bad impression of this new tourists' attraction and inform the others in their own country of their experience on the flyer and they may not want to take the Singapore Flyer which will become a great money-earning opportunity lost.
Singapore Flyer broke down at 4.15p.m. Out of the 28 cabins, 23 were occupied. Many passengers had to exit from the even when they were at great heights. This has been the 2nd time the Singapore flyer broke down this year.
The manager incharged of the Singapore flyer reports the reason of the Singapore flyer break down: There are a total of six power sources powering the flyer, one of them broke down that night causing a system shut down which resulted in the Singapore flyers breakdown
The flyer is still closed for pending investigations.
OPINIONS:
As a new tourist attraction, there must have been many foreign tourists on the flyer, many of them who experienced the flyer's break down would already have a bad impression of this new tourists' attraction and inform the others in their own country of their experience on the flyer and they may not want to take the Singapore Flyer which will become a great money-earning opportunity lost.
Saturday 20 December 2008
19/12/08
Sorry for this two late newz
2)Car Company Daimen Chrysler is closing all North America branches for at least a month. Many workers are left jobless in the harsh winter. Boss of the company states that he will not close down the companies for good.
It was really harsh for him to close down the company. Leaving all the workers jobless and then when it opens again, want them back. But i think the boss of Daimen Chrysler was left with no choice and i respect him for his perserverance to not close down the company even though they are in a crisis. But closing his company temporary and not earning any money is such a waste. If i were him, I would have just cut down on the car production and not close the company down as the workers would have absolutely no salary and i would not earn any money either. Although I think the money earned should be very minimal, but at least the workers would have money to feed themselves.
2)Car Company Daimen Chrysler is closing all North America branches for at least a month. Many workers are left jobless in the harsh winter. Boss of the company states that he will not close down the companies for good.
It was really harsh for him to close down the company. Leaving all the workers jobless and then when it opens again, want them back. But i think the boss of Daimen Chrysler was left with no choice and i respect him for his perserverance to not close down the company even though they are in a crisis. But closing his company temporary and not earning any money is such a waste. If i were him, I would have just cut down on the car production and not close the company down as the workers would have absolutely no salary and i would not earn any money either. Although I think the money earned should be very minimal, but at least the workers would have money to feed themselves.
Friday 19 December 2008
Todae news update 19/12/08
19/12/08
1)International Financial University predicts that the world economy would shrink by 0.4% in 2009. Japanese experts also predicts Japan's economy to remain without increase at least until March 2010.
That would be the worst financial crisis blow in years.
I personally think that this financial crisis could take years to end and by that time, more and more people who had bankrupted would have been poor and may not even have food to eat. The current poor would not be able to afford anything in the midst of the financial crisis which is getting worse and worse. I hope the world can one day compromise and share with one another the necessities they each need.
1)International Financial University predicts that the world economy would shrink by 0.4% in 2009. Japanese experts also predicts Japan's economy to remain without increase at least until March 2010.
That would be the worst financial crisis blow in years.
I personally think that this financial crisis could take years to end and by that time, more and more people who had bankrupted would have been poor and may not even have food to eat. The current poor would not be able to afford anything in the midst of the financial crisis which is getting worse and worse. I hope the world can one day compromise and share with one another the necessities they each need.
News 18/12/08
18/12/08
News:
1) America's 3 greatest car companies have stopped production as before, they are cutting down on the production line due to the global financial crisis.
I think tht the 3 car companies have started facing problems ever since the crisis started. Their problem must have gotten bigger and bigger. Financial crisis has also gotten worse and worse as many companies are threatened with bankruptcy. This crisis has taught me a valuable experience to always be on your guard for any crisis and always be prepared. The companies should have kept more money in store or made more preperations for it. Now, not only america's car companies, many other companies have also cut down on their production.
News:
1) America's 3 greatest car companies have stopped production as before, they are cutting down on the production line due to the global financial crisis.
I think tht the 3 car companies have started facing problems ever since the crisis started. Their problem must have gotten bigger and bigger. Financial crisis has also gotten worse and worse as many companies are threatened with bankruptcy. This crisis has taught me a valuable experience to always be on your guard for any crisis and always be prepared. The companies should have kept more money in store or made more preperations for it. Now, not only america's car companies, many other companies have also cut down on their production.
News on 17/12/08
17/12/08:
New Thai ruler Mr. Abhisit has still not gained trust of supporters of the previous government. The people are not very confident about him being able to bring Thailand through the Global financial crisis. Mr. Abhisit, who is currently 44, is considered quite young. As Mr. Abhisit was choosen from a group and not voted, the citizens do not trust him alot.
I think he must work harder to gain his people's trust. Like doing things to just make the crisis problems lessen. In that way, people will think that he really thinks for his citizens and by solving their problems, he has already proved himself as wise. His age cannot be helped and the people must also stop having the idea of him being young and inexperienced.
New Thai ruler Mr. Abhisit has still not gained trust of supporters of the previous government. The people are not very confident about him being able to bring Thailand through the Global financial crisis. Mr. Abhisit, who is currently 44, is considered quite young. As Mr. Abhisit was choosen from a group and not voted, the citizens do not trust him alot.
I think he must work harder to gain his people's trust. Like doing things to just make the crisis problems lessen. In that way, people will think that he really thinks for his citizens and by solving their problems, he has already proved himself as wise. His age cannot be helped and the people must also stop having the idea of him being young and inexperienced.
Monday 29 September 2008
correction for blackout in a train
“Randall, do you have anything that you need to buy?” Mum was cutting up cucumbers for dinner. “Yeah, I need a pair of new sports shoes, size six,” Randall mumbled. “Randall, don’t talk to me like that and please go for fitting with me because this in cheap shoe sale some shoes have different diameter measurements,” Mum was annoyed that Randall was rude to her. Randall was furrowing her eyebrows to solve the complicating mathematics question in the practice paper, but was constantly distracted by her mother’s “Randall, do you want…” or “Randall, please help me…” Miss Tan had given the class a heuristics paper in which a mediocre in mathematics girl like Randall needs to focus completely to solve. Finally, she got fed up. “Alright, I’ll go…” She grunted.
“Where are we going to buy the shoes mother?” Randall popped a question. “We are going to get fabulous shoes from the cheap shoes store in Jalan Melayu,” Mum smiled. “She’s such a cheapskate,” Randall muttered under her breath, all her classmates in school have prepared fabulous sport shoes for the national track meet which the school was honored by having the permission to run on the tracks for a March pass. “Please do not leave any valuables on your seats, thank you and have a pleasant day,” The commentator announced when the MRT arrived at Jurong East station. Randall and her mother boarded the green line of the MRT tracks on the map to get to their destination.
The lights began to flicker on and off and the train came to a sudden halt. Randall was flung from her seat to a fat man licking and ice-cream cone and the top of the ice-cream melted off and fell on her. “Urgh…” Randall was disgusted as she flicked off the ice-cream on her head. She took out a piece of tissue and started cleaning up the mess on her head. The silence in the MRT train was broken when the train commentator announced, “Dear passengers, this train has halted because of a technical failure, as such, we will not be able to move until the technical fault is fixed. Meanwhile, passengers on board need not panic, the emergency exit will be opened and all passengers will evacuate and follow the warden,” the commentator ended her ‘speech’. Everyone in the train moaned monotonously as they poured out of the exit. Murmurs were erupting here and there where Aunties were gossiping about the train’s lack of technical checks. Randall sighed, another long hour needed at least if she heads straight home. Randall thought that if she had not came, she would have already finished the question and moved on to her next. The worst thing was, by the time she reached home, it would already be nine o’clock! And she has still got ten questions to go.
Just then, the lights went off. Randall shrieked in fright for she had a phobia of darkness. Mum hugged her tightly and comforted her as tears started rolling down her cheeks. She was afraid of the dark because she had once hugged onto a skeleton in a haunted house when she was seven, her mother had told her not to go in but she had insisted. Randall groped in the darkness, looking for her torch light which she had always brought with her everywhere she went. Just as she took out the torch light, the lights went on and the train was going again. Everyone burst into fits of laughter upon seeing the fifteen year old’s face soaked in tears. Randall turned red with embarrassment.
In the end, only one thing good came out, she had managed to get a Nike sport shoe but a second handed one, although she had only managed to reach home at ten. As for Randall, the horrifying experience made her swear never to take an MRT unless required, or else, she would always take a direct bus or taxi.
“Where are we going to buy the shoes mother?” Randall popped a question. “We are going to get fabulous shoes from the cheap shoes store in Jalan Melayu,” Mum smiled. “She’s such a cheapskate,” Randall muttered under her breath, all her classmates in school have prepared fabulous sport shoes for the national track meet which the school was honored by having the permission to run on the tracks for a March pass. “Please do not leave any valuables on your seats, thank you and have a pleasant day,” The commentator announced when the MRT arrived at Jurong East station. Randall and her mother boarded the green line of the MRT tracks on the map to get to their destination.
The lights began to flicker on and off and the train came to a sudden halt. Randall was flung from her seat to a fat man licking and ice-cream cone and the top of the ice-cream melted off and fell on her. “Urgh…” Randall was disgusted as she flicked off the ice-cream on her head. She took out a piece of tissue and started cleaning up the mess on her head. The silence in the MRT train was broken when the train commentator announced, “Dear passengers, this train has halted because of a technical failure, as such, we will not be able to move until the technical fault is fixed. Meanwhile, passengers on board need not panic, the emergency exit will be opened and all passengers will evacuate and follow the warden,” the commentator ended her ‘speech’. Everyone in the train moaned monotonously as they poured out of the exit. Murmurs were erupting here and there where Aunties were gossiping about the train’s lack of technical checks. Randall sighed, another long hour needed at least if she heads straight home. Randall thought that if she had not came, she would have already finished the question and moved on to her next. The worst thing was, by the time she reached home, it would already be nine o’clock! And she has still got ten questions to go.
Just then, the lights went off. Randall shrieked in fright for she had a phobia of darkness. Mum hugged her tightly and comforted her as tears started rolling down her cheeks. She was afraid of the dark because she had once hugged onto a skeleton in a haunted house when she was seven, her mother had told her not to go in but she had insisted. Randall groped in the darkness, looking for her torch light which she had always brought with her everywhere she went. Just as she took out the torch light, the lights went on and the train was going again. Everyone burst into fits of laughter upon seeing the fifteen year old’s face soaked in tears. Randall turned red with embarrassment.
In the end, only one thing good came out, she had managed to get a Nike sport shoe but a second handed one, although she had only managed to reach home at ten. As for Randall, the horrifying experience made her swear never to take an MRT unless required, or else, she would always take a direct bus or taxi.
Thursday 18 September 2008
blackout in a train
blackout in a train
“Randall, do you have anything that you need to buy?” Mum was cutting up cucumbers for dinner. “Yeah, I need a pair of new sports shoes, size six,” Randall mumbled. “Randall, don’t talk to me like that and please go for fitting with me because this in cheap shoe sale some shoes have different diameter measurements,” Mum was annoyed that Randall was rude to her. Randall was furrowing her eyebrows to solve the complicating mathematics question in the practice paper, but was constantly distracted by her mother’s “Randall, do you want…” or “Randall, please help me…” Miss Tan had given the class a heuristics paper in which a mediocre in mathematics girl like Randall needs to focus completely to solve. Finally, she got fed up. “Alright, I’ll go…” She grunted.
“Where are we going to buy the shoes mother?” Randall popped a question. “We are going to get fabulous shoes from the cheap shoes store in Jalan Melayu,” Mum smiled. “She’s such a cheapskate,” Randall muttered under her breath, all her classmates in school have prepared fabulous sport shoes for the national track meet which the school was honored by having the permission to run on the tracks for a March pass. “Please do not leave any valuables on your seats, thank you and have a pleasant day,” The commentator announced when the MRT arrived at Jurong East station. Randall and her mother boarded the green line of the MRT tracks on the map to get to their destination.
The lights began to flicker on and off and the train came to a sudden halt. Randall was flung from her seat to a fat man licking and ice-cream cone and the top of the ice-cream melted off and fell on her. “Urgh…” Randall was disgusted as she flicked off the ice-cream on her head. She looked up and saw the fat man shooting eye-daggers at her. Randall looked away and thought to herself, “I didn’t do it on purpose, of course you won’t understand since you won’t be thrown out of your seat no matter what because of your size,” Randall giggled. The silence in the MRT train was broken when the train commentator announced, “Dear passengers, this train has halted because of oil on the oncoming tracks, as such, we will not be able to move until the cleaners clean up the road. Meanwhile, passengers on board need not panic, the emergency exit will not be opened because we are deep n a tunnel, a waiter will be serving you all water shortly,” the commentator ended her ‘speech’. Randall sighed, another hour wasted. Randall thought that if she had not came, she would have already finished the question and moved on to her next. The worst thing was, by the time she reached home, it would already be nine o’clock! And she has still got ten questions to go.
Just then, the lights went off. Randall shrieked in fright for she had a phobia of darkness. Mum hugged her tightly and comforted her as tears started rolling down her cheeks. She was afraid of the dark because she had once got lost in a dark alley and had to sleep there the whole night before the police could find her. Randall groped in the darkness, looking for her torch light which she had always brought with her everywhere she went. Just as she took out the torch light, the lights went on and the train was going again. Randall looked into the clear glass which showed her reflection as was horrified when she saw watery ice-cream all over her face. She turned red with embarrassment when people started laughing at her.
In the end, only one thing good came out, she had managed to get a Nike sport shoe but a second handed one, although she had only managed to reach home at ten. As for Randall, the horrifying experience made her swear never to take an MRT unless required, or else, she would always take a direct bus or taxi.
“Randall, do you have anything that you need to buy?” Mum was cutting up cucumbers for dinner. “Yeah, I need a pair of new sports shoes, size six,” Randall mumbled. “Randall, don’t talk to me like that and please go for fitting with me because this in cheap shoe sale some shoes have different diameter measurements,” Mum was annoyed that Randall was rude to her. Randall was furrowing her eyebrows to solve the complicating mathematics question in the practice paper, but was constantly distracted by her mother’s “Randall, do you want…” or “Randall, please help me…” Miss Tan had given the class a heuristics paper in which a mediocre in mathematics girl like Randall needs to focus completely to solve. Finally, she got fed up. “Alright, I’ll go…” She grunted.
“Where are we going to buy the shoes mother?” Randall popped a question. “We are going to get fabulous shoes from the cheap shoes store in Jalan Melayu,” Mum smiled. “She’s such a cheapskate,” Randall muttered under her breath, all her classmates in school have prepared fabulous sport shoes for the national track meet which the school was honored by having the permission to run on the tracks for a March pass. “Please do not leave any valuables on your seats, thank you and have a pleasant day,” The commentator announced when the MRT arrived at Jurong East station. Randall and her mother boarded the green line of the MRT tracks on the map to get to their destination.
The lights began to flicker on and off and the train came to a sudden halt. Randall was flung from her seat to a fat man licking and ice-cream cone and the top of the ice-cream melted off and fell on her. “Urgh…” Randall was disgusted as she flicked off the ice-cream on her head. She looked up and saw the fat man shooting eye-daggers at her. Randall looked away and thought to herself, “I didn’t do it on purpose, of course you won’t understand since you won’t be thrown out of your seat no matter what because of your size,” Randall giggled. The silence in the MRT train was broken when the train commentator announced, “Dear passengers, this train has halted because of oil on the oncoming tracks, as such, we will not be able to move until the cleaners clean up the road. Meanwhile, passengers on board need not panic, the emergency exit will not be opened because we are deep n a tunnel, a waiter will be serving you all water shortly,” the commentator ended her ‘speech’. Randall sighed, another hour wasted. Randall thought that if she had not came, she would have already finished the question and moved on to her next. The worst thing was, by the time she reached home, it would already be nine o’clock! And she has still got ten questions to go.
Just then, the lights went off. Randall shrieked in fright for she had a phobia of darkness. Mum hugged her tightly and comforted her as tears started rolling down her cheeks. She was afraid of the dark because she had once got lost in a dark alley and had to sleep there the whole night before the police could find her. Randall groped in the darkness, looking for her torch light which she had always brought with her everywhere she went. Just as she took out the torch light, the lights went on and the train was going again. Randall looked into the clear glass which showed her reflection as was horrified when she saw watery ice-cream all over her face. She turned red with embarrassment when people started laughing at her.
In the end, only one thing good came out, she had managed to get a Nike sport shoe but a second handed one, although she had only managed to reach home at ten. As for Randall, the horrifying experience made her swear never to take an MRT unless required, or else, she would always take a direct bus or taxi.
Wednesday 17 September 2008
kidnapped revision 3
Kidnapped!!! Revision 3
“Tom Walters, charged with ten years’ imprisonment and five strokes of the cane,” The judge thundered. “Why must you torture my grandson!!” Old Grandma Wendy screamed as she struggled to free herself from the hands of the guards by the audience post. The judge repeated firmly, “He is sentenced to ten years’ imprisonment!” Separating yet another family. A few weeks ago, Ah Huat was brought away from his mother for silencing a girl. I stepped into the tunnel that ended at the prison. I landed in this state, all because of…
“You’re not going to go back to your family alive if you don’t pay up by midnight. Come to my clubhouse and look for me. Remember, a million. And if the police comes, your whole family will be slaughtered,” Guan sneered. Beads of perspiration trickled down my forehead, where was I going to get all that money? At first, I thought of borrowing some but I realised I have got no friends. I would certainly not go back to my family, I am too embarrassed to. Rob a bank? Run away? I thought about all that but decided that the security in banks was too tight and it was impossible for me to run away from Singapore unregistered. In the end, I decided to surrender to my fate. You’re dead Tom Walters. I strutted back home. Grandma Wendy greeted me at the door, “Had a good day? Come and have some hot chocolate.” Always having a smile on her face, I could not bring myself to upset Grandma. I pushed the cup away and took out my passport from my room. “Dear? Where are you going?” I heard Grandma’s sweet voice. “Er… To get some fresh air, won’t be out for long, you go back to your room and sleep,” I muttered the last few words softly. Grandma took my passport and helped me put it back in my room. She watched me as I reluctantly walked out of the house.
My last resorts were: Rob a bank, Kidnap someone to get the money. I knew that if I did either, I would certainly get caught by the police. Finally, I made out that robbing a bank could not get me a million and I will have to go over to more places around to get all of the money. I took a thick baseball bat in a heap of rubbish and set of to collect money. I crept behind a weak little boy, stalking him for almost ten minutes, then, when he made a turn for a dark alley, I grabbed the chance and hit him on his head with a baseball bat. Fear gripped me. What if I sent a fatal blow? What if somebody saw? My eyes darted around furiously, squinting them to check the furthest corner for a single soul. I cut a corner of my shirt with a knife and gagged the boy. As I was dragging him onto my car that I had driven here, I spotted some rope and bound the boy with it.
Cold sweat wet my top as I looked for the most suitable place to hide the boy. Finally, I arrived at a run-down hut. By this time, the boy had awoken and was struggling to untangle the ropes. Hah! Good thing I learned to tie survival knots! I pushed the little boy out of the car and shove him into the house. I found an attic and I pushed him in there. I took out a piece of leftover rope and tied the door handle to a hook inside. I dug into the boy’s school bag in search of anything that could tell me his parents’ phone number. Just as I was about to press the green ‘call’ button, I paused. Was there some sort of real GPS tracking device like what they show in movies? To heck with it! I hit the call button and faked a low and squeaky voice, telling the boy’s parents to bring a million dollars to Jalan Payer Lobar Beach. When I turned back to look at the boy, he pleaded me with his eyes. Anxiety clouding it because he may be killed by me. He stared at me with the saddest eyes. I felt my guilty-conscience prick. “Are you satisfied that you got the money, Tom Walters?” I thought I heard my conscience asked. “Are you the sort of person with no integrity and would kidnap people just to get money?” The angelic side of me pondered, while the devilish me cut in, “You are desperately in need of money, you can’t just make a million appear at your fists!”… The two side of me reasoned until I realised that whatever I was doing, I must stop immediately. I was upsetting my family, causing all the people around me to feel sad or hurt.
“Please release the hostage now!” I was jolted out of my reverie by a loud siren. I peered out of the window and saw the outside of the hut swarmed with police cars. I threw the hand phone aside and started untying the boy. I was filled with remorse and guilt. I barely flinched to escape when the police handcuffed me. The loan sharks were also caught for I provided their clubhouse address to the police.
“You have reached your cell!” A police general bellowed at me to get in. To Grandma Wendy and all my family members, I would never forgive myself for letting you down. Grandma Wendy, your shouts and screams just now still echo in me. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, but its all too late…
“Tom Walters, charged with ten years’ imprisonment and five strokes of the cane,” The judge thundered. “Why must you torture my grandson!!” Old Grandma Wendy screamed as she struggled to free herself from the hands of the guards by the audience post. The judge repeated firmly, “He is sentenced to ten years’ imprisonment!” Separating yet another family. A few weeks ago, Ah Huat was brought away from his mother for silencing a girl. I stepped into the tunnel that ended at the prison. I landed in this state, all because of…
“You’re not going to go back to your family alive if you don’t pay up by midnight. Come to my clubhouse and look for me. Remember, a million. And if the police comes, your whole family will be slaughtered,” Guan sneered. Beads of perspiration trickled down my forehead, where was I going to get all that money? At first, I thought of borrowing some but I realised I have got no friends. I would certainly not go back to my family, I am too embarrassed to. Rob a bank? Run away? I thought about all that but decided that the security in banks was too tight and it was impossible for me to run away from Singapore unregistered. In the end, I decided to surrender to my fate. You’re dead Tom Walters. I strutted back home. Grandma Wendy greeted me at the door, “Had a good day? Come and have some hot chocolate.” Always having a smile on her face, I could not bring myself to upset Grandma. I pushed the cup away and took out my passport from my room. “Dear? Where are you going?” I heard Grandma’s sweet voice. “Er… To get some fresh air, won’t be out for long, you go back to your room and sleep,” I muttered the last few words softly. Grandma took my passport and helped me put it back in my room. She watched me as I reluctantly walked out of the house.
My last resorts were: Rob a bank, Kidnap someone to get the money. I knew that if I did either, I would certainly get caught by the police. Finally, I made out that robbing a bank could not get me a million and I will have to go over to more places around to get all of the money. I took a thick baseball bat in a heap of rubbish and set of to collect money. I crept behind a weak little boy, stalking him for almost ten minutes, then, when he made a turn for a dark alley, I grabbed the chance and hit him on his head with a baseball bat. Fear gripped me. What if I sent a fatal blow? What if somebody saw? My eyes darted around furiously, squinting them to check the furthest corner for a single soul. I cut a corner of my shirt with a knife and gagged the boy. As I was dragging him onto my car that I had driven here, I spotted some rope and bound the boy with it.
Cold sweat wet my top as I looked for the most suitable place to hide the boy. Finally, I arrived at a run-down hut. By this time, the boy had awoken and was struggling to untangle the ropes. Hah! Good thing I learned to tie survival knots! I pushed the little boy out of the car and shove him into the house. I found an attic and I pushed him in there. I took out a piece of leftover rope and tied the door handle to a hook inside. I dug into the boy’s school bag in search of anything that could tell me his parents’ phone number. Just as I was about to press the green ‘call’ button, I paused. Was there some sort of real GPS tracking device like what they show in movies? To heck with it! I hit the call button and faked a low and squeaky voice, telling the boy’s parents to bring a million dollars to Jalan Payer Lobar Beach. When I turned back to look at the boy, he pleaded me with his eyes. Anxiety clouding it because he may be killed by me. He stared at me with the saddest eyes. I felt my guilty-conscience prick. “Are you satisfied that you got the money, Tom Walters?” I thought I heard my conscience asked. “Are you the sort of person with no integrity and would kidnap people just to get money?” The angelic side of me pondered, while the devilish me cut in, “You are desperately in need of money, you can’t just make a million appear at your fists!”… The two side of me reasoned until I realised that whatever I was doing, I must stop immediately. I was upsetting my family, causing all the people around me to feel sad or hurt.
“Please release the hostage now!” I was jolted out of my reverie by a loud siren. I peered out of the window and saw the outside of the hut swarmed with police cars. I threw the hand phone aside and started untying the boy. I was filled with remorse and guilt. I barely flinched to escape when the police handcuffed me. The loan sharks were also caught for I provided their clubhouse address to the police.
“You have reached your cell!” A police general bellowed at me to get in. To Grandma Wendy and all my family members, I would never forgive myself for letting you down. Grandma Wendy, your shouts and screams just now still echo in me. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, but its all too late…
Tuesday 16 September 2008
edited compo of kidnapped
KIDNAPPED! (Draft 2)
“Tillie, detention for missing yesterday’s morning clinic and not handing in your assignment on time.” Mrs. Helga, the class’ history teacher announced, several small pockets of giggles were heard. Tillie grunted, she had always been forgetful, she just could not help it. The bell rang and Mrs. Helga dismissed the class. Tillie stayed back and cleaned up the class as her detention. After detention, Tillie started strutting back home, worn out from all the cleaning. She felt miserable, almost everyday she had to stay back in school for detention and not only that, she was always being criticized by her teachers for forgetting to do homework and assignments in front of all her classmates. “How I wish somebody would just take me away from this miserable world,” Tillie sighed.
The sky turned dark as Tillie walked, her house was miles far from here and she had forgotten to bring her ez-link card and could not take a bus. Within minutes, it was raining cats and dogs. Tillie threw her schoolbag on the floor and started digging for her umbrella. “Oh no…” Tillie grunted. She had forgotten to bring her umbrella too! All of a sudden, a sharp, intense pain seemed to pierce through her brain, the last thing Tillie saw before she drifted into oblivion was a masked man whose face stretched into a sinister smile.
“Where am I?” Tillie’s eyes darted around furiously, scanning for even the single smallest clue of where she was at. “Ouch!” Tillie tried to reach up and rub her head but her hand just would not budge! She turned around and realised that her hands were tied together. She shouted through her parched throat but all she could hear was her own echo. Her heart raced like a bullet train, she looked around panickly, cobwebs hung everywhere and rats were scurrying all over. Dust particles were so big that they were visible like small bugs. “Ha-ha… You will never see your family again. Your ‘Free’ boat ticket to Arabia will arrive in a matter of hours and we are setting of tomorrow …” A muscular figure stood in Tillie’s view.
The man slammed the door shut once more. Tillie knew what that man was going to do, sell her to the Arabians. She was horror struck, will she survive if she was sold to an abusive family? What if she did not understand the Arabians and they beat her up? “What am I going to do, stay here and be done for?” Tillie knew she had to run for her life, if only there was a way to snap the ropes. Her penknife! Tillie remembered that she had a penknife in her pencil box. She shifted herself such that she could reach the zip of her bag which was beside her and took out the pencil box. Then, she dug for something that was sharp, and bingo! She got it! She slotted the penknife between her two hands and started rubbing them. Snap! She was free! Lady luck indeed was on her side today. She took the penknife and snapped the ropes that bound her leg open. She did not know where she was but she took her hand phone from her bag and climbed out of the window, in hope that she recognized this place.
“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” A man growls were heard, Tillie looked up and realised that the kidnapper was climbing down a ladder. Within seconds, the kidnapper was hot on her heels. Tillie ran helter-skelter, speeding like a rocket. Her heart raced like a bullet train. Every inch of her muscles seemed to be yelling at her to stop and her lungs were burning and screaming for more and more oxygen every step she took but she was unrelenting. Then, she reached a road junction where she saw a group of policemen on patrol, she ran and told them about what was going on and they immediately rocketed off to catch the kidnapper.
A few days later, her case was reported on the newspaper but Tillie got really furious that the kidnapper had managed to escape. She hoped that the kidnapper had learnt his lesson and started looking for a proper job, but she was glad to have her dear life back even though she would be scolded often. She would never forget the horrible day when she was an inch to death’s grip.
“Tillie, detention for missing yesterday’s morning clinic and not handing in your assignment on time.” Mrs. Helga, the class’ history teacher announced, several small pockets of giggles were heard. Tillie grunted, she had always been forgetful, she just could not help it. The bell rang and Mrs. Helga dismissed the class. Tillie stayed back and cleaned up the class as her detention. After detention, Tillie started strutting back home, worn out from all the cleaning. She felt miserable, almost everyday she had to stay back in school for detention and not only that, she was always being criticized by her teachers for forgetting to do homework and assignments in front of all her classmates. “How I wish somebody would just take me away from this miserable world,” Tillie sighed.
The sky turned dark as Tillie walked, her house was miles far from here and she had forgotten to bring her ez-link card and could not take a bus. Within minutes, it was raining cats and dogs. Tillie threw her schoolbag on the floor and started digging for her umbrella. “Oh no…” Tillie grunted. She had forgotten to bring her umbrella too! All of a sudden, a sharp, intense pain seemed to pierce through her brain, the last thing Tillie saw before she drifted into oblivion was a masked man whose face stretched into a sinister smile.
“Where am I?” Tillie’s eyes darted around furiously, scanning for even the single smallest clue of where she was at. “Ouch!” Tillie tried to reach up and rub her head but her hand just would not budge! She turned around and realised that her hands were tied together. She shouted through her parched throat but all she could hear was her own echo. Her heart raced like a bullet train, she looked around panickly, cobwebs hung everywhere and rats were scurrying all over. Dust particles were so big that they were visible like small bugs. “Ha-ha… You will never see your family again. Your ‘Free’ boat ticket to Arabia will arrive in a matter of hours and we are setting of tomorrow …” A muscular figure stood in Tillie’s view.
The man slammed the door shut once more. Tillie knew what that man was going to do, sell her to the Arabians. She was horror struck, will she survive if she was sold to an abusive family? What if she did not understand the Arabians and they beat her up? “What am I going to do, stay here and be done for?” Tillie knew she had to run for her life, if only there was a way to snap the ropes. Her penknife! Tillie remembered that she had a penknife in her pencil box. She shifted herself such that she could reach the zip of her bag which was beside her and took out the pencil box. Then, she dug for something that was sharp, and bingo! She got it! She slotted the penknife between her two hands and started rubbing them. Snap! She was free! Lady luck indeed was on her side today. She took the penknife and snapped the ropes that bound her leg open. She did not know where she was but she took her hand phone from her bag and climbed out of the window, in hope that she recognized this place.
“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” A man growls were heard, Tillie looked up and realised that the kidnapper was climbing down a ladder. Within seconds, the kidnapper was hot on her heels. Tillie ran helter-skelter, speeding like a rocket. Her heart raced like a bullet train. Every inch of her muscles seemed to be yelling at her to stop and her lungs were burning and screaming for more and more oxygen every step she took but she was unrelenting. Then, she reached a road junction where she saw a group of policemen on patrol, she ran and told them about what was going on and they immediately rocketed off to catch the kidnapper.
A few days later, her case was reported on the newspaper but Tillie got really furious that the kidnapper had managed to escape. She hoped that the kidnapper had learnt his lesson and started looking for a proper job, but she was glad to have her dear life back even though she would be scolded often. She would never forget the horrible day when she was an inch to death’s grip.
Saturday 13 September 2008
my second compo Earthquake
EARTHQUAKE
“And a cup of prune juice please,” Della ended her long list of orders. The waiter bowed and walked off to submit the order. This was the best hotel in the world. It has the best service and facilities. What was more was that you could see Mount. Fuji from the eleventh floor onwards if you took a view room! It was the perfect place to live in. “Here is your prune juice Miss,’ the waiter walked off after serving Della. “Della is it me or are there tremors?” Randal shot at Della. Della looked into her cup, hoping not to see what she was expecting, yes! There were ripples in the prune juice. The hotel began to shake violently all of a sudden. incessant screams were ringing in everyone’s ears. Fear gripped Della, were her living days coming to an end?
Pandemonium broke as people started to flee for their dear lives, but realising they have got no where to run. Some people were screaming their heads off like banshees. Della sat down and reassured herself, “This is a world-class hotel, it won’t fall…” But she was wrong. Strident shouts rent the air before the ceiling caved in. “I’m sorry mum I should have listened to you,” Della shut her eyes, preparing for a peaceful death.
Della’s eyes flickered open, “Where am I?” Della groaned. Feeling uneasiness all over her. “This can’t be heaven or hell? I can’t move at all!” Something struck Della, she survived the collapse! Della felt guilty and stupid, “If only I had listened to mum who told me there was going to be an earthquake, if only I hadn’t thought that she was just trying top stop me from coming here because she wanted me to stay with her.” “Dell…Della…” A voice croaked. “Randal, is that you?”Della tried to shout through her parched throat on recognizing her friend’s voice. No reply came. Della paused for a moment and thought that what she just heard was just her illusion.
For many days, Della drifted in and out of consciousness, suffering from lack of food and water. She knew that she would not be rescued for the next few days as the rescuers would be afraid of another tremor.
She had no idea how many days it had been. Without food and water, she was almost unable to speak. Outside, rescue workers and police dogs have already started rescue work. Many were digging cautiously in fear of causing another collapse. Della did not hear a single sound, it was pin drop silence in that area. A few days later, Della saw a piece of debris on top of her being lifted out. She tried to shout but nothing came out of her throat. But now that almost half of her was revealed, the rescue workers saw her immediately. They pulled her out of the rubble and put her on a stretcher, at the same time, many dead bodies were lay in a straight line for the family to take their last look at their sibling or child.
It was reported days later in the news that the hotel had collapsed as no anti-earthquake measures were taken during the construction of this hotel. A tear rolled down Della’s cheek. Their greed to save more money and not take the anti-earthquake measures had caused many lives. Della knew she was probably never going to see Randal again for her name did not appear in the hospital list for many many days.
“And a cup of prune juice please,” Della ended her long list of orders. The waiter bowed and walked off to submit the order. This was the best hotel in the world. It has the best service and facilities. What was more was that you could see Mount. Fuji from the eleventh floor onwards if you took a view room! It was the perfect place to live in. “Here is your prune juice Miss,’ the waiter walked off after serving Della. “Della is it me or are there tremors?” Randal shot at Della. Della looked into her cup, hoping not to see what she was expecting, yes! There were ripples in the prune juice. The hotel began to shake violently all of a sudden. incessant screams were ringing in everyone’s ears. Fear gripped Della, were her living days coming to an end?
Pandemonium broke as people started to flee for their dear lives, but realising they have got no where to run. Some people were screaming their heads off like banshees. Della sat down and reassured herself, “This is a world-class hotel, it won’t fall…” But she was wrong. Strident shouts rent the air before the ceiling caved in. “I’m sorry mum I should have listened to you,” Della shut her eyes, preparing for a peaceful death.
Della’s eyes flickered open, “Where am I?” Della groaned. Feeling uneasiness all over her. “This can’t be heaven or hell? I can’t move at all!” Something struck Della, she survived the collapse! Della felt guilty and stupid, “If only I had listened to mum who told me there was going to be an earthquake, if only I hadn’t thought that she was just trying top stop me from coming here because she wanted me to stay with her.” “Dell…Della…” A voice croaked. “Randal, is that you?”Della tried to shout through her parched throat on recognizing her friend’s voice. No reply came. Della paused for a moment and thought that what she just heard was just her illusion.
For many days, Della drifted in and out of consciousness, suffering from lack of food and water. She knew that she would not be rescued for the next few days as the rescuers would be afraid of another tremor.
She had no idea how many days it had been. Without food and water, she was almost unable to speak. Outside, rescue workers and police dogs have already started rescue work. Many were digging cautiously in fear of causing another collapse. Della did not hear a single sound, it was pin drop silence in that area. A few days later, Della saw a piece of debris on top of her being lifted out. She tried to shout but nothing came out of her throat. But now that almost half of her was revealed, the rescue workers saw her immediately. They pulled her out of the rubble and put her on a stretcher, at the same time, many dead bodies were lay in a straight line for the family to take their last look at their sibling or child.
It was reported days later in the news that the hotel had collapsed as no anti-earthquake measures were taken during the construction of this hotel. A tear rolled down Della’s cheek. Their greed to save more money and not take the anti-earthquake measures had caused many lives. Della knew she was probably never going to see Randal again for her name did not appear in the hospital list for many many days.
Thursday 11 September 2008
Compo title kidnapped
This Is my composition:
Kidnapped!
“Tillie, detention for missing yesterday’s morning clinic and not handing in your assignment on time.” Mrs. Helga, the class’ history teacher announced, several small pockets of giggles were heard. Tillie grunted, she had always been forgetful, she just could not help it. The bell rang and Mrs. Helga dismissed the class. Tillie stayed back and cleaned up the class as her detention. After detention, Tillie started strutting back home, worn out from all the cleaning. She felt miserable, almost everyday she had to stay back in school for detention and not only that, she was always being criticized by her teachers for forgetting to do homework and assignments in front of all her classmates. “How I wish somebody would just take me away from this miserable world,” Tillie sighed.
The sky turned dark as Tillie walked, her house was miles far from here and she had forgotten to bring her ez-link card and could not take a bus. Within minutes, it was raining cats and dogs. Tillie threw her schoolbag on the floor and started digging for her umbrella. “Oh no…” Tillie grunted. She had forgotten to bring her umbrella too! All of a sudden, a sharp, intense pain seemed to pierce through her brain, the last thing Tillie saw before she drifted into oblivion was a masked man whose face stretched into a sinister smile.
“Where am I?” Tillie’s eyes darted around furiously, scanning for even the single smallest clue of where she was at. “Ouch!” Tillie tried to reach up and rub her head but her hand just would not budge! She turned around and realised that her hands were tied together. She shouted through her parched throat but all she could hear was her own echo. Her heart raced like a bullet train, she looked around panickly, cobwebs hung everywhere and rats were scurrying all over. Dust particles were so big that they were visible like small bugs. “Ha-ha… You will never see your family again if I don’t get thirty million by tonight…” A muscular figure stood in Tillie’s view.
The man slammed the door shut once more. Tillie knew her family was not rich enough, her mum and dad’s combined bank savings was even lesser than 5 million! “What am I going to do, stay here and be done for? I was just saying not wanting to be in this world out of a moment of frustration, but I didn't mean for it to happen!" Tillie knew she had to run for her life, if only there was a way to snap the ropes. Her penknife! Tillie remembered that she had a penknife in her pencil box. She shifted herself such that she could reach the zip of her bag which was beside her and took out the pencil box. Then, she dug for something that was sharp, and bingo! She got it! She slotted the penknife between her two hands and started rubbing them. Snap! She was free! Lady luck indeed was on her side today. She took the penknife and snapped the ropes that bound her leg open. She did not know where she was but she took her hand phone from her bag and climbed out of the window, in hope that she recognized this place.
“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” A man growls were heard, Tillie looked up and realised that the kidnapper was climbing down a ladder. Within seconds, the kidnapper was hot on her heels. Tillie ran helter-skelter, speeding like a rocket. Her heart raced like a bullet train. Every inch of her muscles seemed to be yelling at her to stop and her lungs were burning and screaming for more and more oxygen every step she took but she was unrelenting. Then, she reached a road junction where she saw a group of policemen on patrol, she ran and told them about what was going on and they immediately rocketed off to catch the kidnapper.
A few days later, her case was reported on the newspaper but Tillie got really furious that the kidnapper had managed to escape. She hoped that the kidnapper had learnt his lesson and started looking for a proper job, but she was glad to have her dear life back even though she would be scolded often. She would never forget that fateful day when she was an inch to death’s grip.
Kidnapped!
“Tillie, detention for missing yesterday’s morning clinic and not handing in your assignment on time.” Mrs. Helga, the class’ history teacher announced, several small pockets of giggles were heard. Tillie grunted, she had always been forgetful, she just could not help it. The bell rang and Mrs. Helga dismissed the class. Tillie stayed back and cleaned up the class as her detention. After detention, Tillie started strutting back home, worn out from all the cleaning. She felt miserable, almost everyday she had to stay back in school for detention and not only that, she was always being criticized by her teachers for forgetting to do homework and assignments in front of all her classmates. “How I wish somebody would just take me away from this miserable world,” Tillie sighed.
The sky turned dark as Tillie walked, her house was miles far from here and she had forgotten to bring her ez-link card and could not take a bus. Within minutes, it was raining cats and dogs. Tillie threw her schoolbag on the floor and started digging for her umbrella. “Oh no…” Tillie grunted. She had forgotten to bring her umbrella too! All of a sudden, a sharp, intense pain seemed to pierce through her brain, the last thing Tillie saw before she drifted into oblivion was a masked man whose face stretched into a sinister smile.
“Where am I?” Tillie’s eyes darted around furiously, scanning for even the single smallest clue of where she was at. “Ouch!” Tillie tried to reach up and rub her head but her hand just would not budge! She turned around and realised that her hands were tied together. She shouted through her parched throat but all she could hear was her own echo. Her heart raced like a bullet train, she looked around panickly, cobwebs hung everywhere and rats were scurrying all over. Dust particles were so big that they were visible like small bugs. “Ha-ha… You will never see your family again if I don’t get thirty million by tonight…” A muscular figure stood in Tillie’s view.
The man slammed the door shut once more. Tillie knew her family was not rich enough, her mum and dad’s combined bank savings was even lesser than 5 million! “What am I going to do, stay here and be done for? I was just saying not wanting to be in this world out of a moment of frustration, but I didn't mean for it to happen!" Tillie knew she had to run for her life, if only there was a way to snap the ropes. Her penknife! Tillie remembered that she had a penknife in her pencil box. She shifted herself such that she could reach the zip of her bag which was beside her and took out the pencil box. Then, she dug for something that was sharp, and bingo! She got it! She slotted the penknife between her two hands and started rubbing them. Snap! She was free! Lady luck indeed was on her side today. She took the penknife and snapped the ropes that bound her leg open. She did not know where she was but she took her hand phone from her bag and climbed out of the window, in hope that she recognized this place.
“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” A man growls were heard, Tillie looked up and realised that the kidnapper was climbing down a ladder. Within seconds, the kidnapper was hot on her heels. Tillie ran helter-skelter, speeding like a rocket. Her heart raced like a bullet train. Every inch of her muscles seemed to be yelling at her to stop and her lungs were burning and screaming for more and more oxygen every step she took but she was unrelenting. Then, she reached a road junction where she saw a group of policemen on patrol, she ran and told them about what was going on and they immediately rocketed off to catch the kidnapper.
A few days later, her case was reported on the newspaper but Tillie got really furious that the kidnapper had managed to escape. She hoped that the kidnapper had learnt his lesson and started looking for a proper job, but she was glad to have her dear life back even though she would be scolded often. She would never forget that fateful day when she was an inch to death’s grip.
Wednesday 10 September 2008
Monday 8 September 2008
First post in this blog
Hello!
This is my first post
Nothing to post about
And i won't talk about anything in my life
That is another blog's job
Hope u all will keep coming to my blog!!!
This is my first post
Nothing to post about
And i won't talk about anything in my life
That is another blog's job
Hope u all will keep coming to my blog!!!
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