Elijah's Life Experiences

A rather unexpected turn in events ... "Birthday … the day was (supposed to) to be fun … " - an essay I did up during class at Ngee Ann Primary School.      The day was going to be fun!      I was preparing for my birthday that day with my parents and my younger brother, Matthew, and my younger sister, Allison. "Justin, when are we going to throw the party?" Matthew asked, exhilaration bubbling out from him like bubbles from a soda bottle.      "Soon," I replied and threw a smile at Matthew.      In next to no time, we had decorated the whole entire house with colourful decorations and finished the task of preparing the scrumptious food. I grinned smugly, for I, the birthday boy, had done my part in preparing for the party!      Knock! Knock! Was there someone at the door? As soon as I opened the door, I saw my friends' beaming faces. They were indeed as cheery as sunbeams! Each one of them had presents on their hand

Hi there, here is one of my Primary Four essays - "An exciting and most memorable event".             Never.             Never did I ever expect to win the soccer tournament and claim the trophy. My team members and I were proud of our achievement. Just then, memories of the soccer match came flooding back to me. I was soon teleported back into the past … …             “Do the best for this tournament. Make your parents proud of you. We have come so far and we cannot lose now.” Our cool as cucumber captain exhorted us. An insidious fear crept slowly into me, like a snake slithering stealthily into my gut. I shook off my fear and joined the team to huddle together. Our hearts began beating as one. “To GOD Be THE GLORY! MG POWER!” we shouted in unison.             As my team and I stepped out onto the soccer field, I caught a glimpse of my opponent from the prestigious Singapore Sports School. Well, well, if it was no other than my rival, Drake.

"That was the best birthday party ever!" is the title of this next essay from my Ngee Ann Primary School classmate, Stephanie Luong.             “That was the best party ever!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as I helped clean up the leftover food lying on the table. I was too besieged with exhilaration and jubilation to even pick up a plastic cup. I kept replaying in my head several times what happened that day…              I woke up early that fine Saturday morning. The smell of dew filled my nostrils as I quickly slipped on a pair of denim jeans and a t-shirt. I took a quick peep out of my window and saw the sun still lazily rising over the horizon . I dashed down the stairs with a spring in my step . When I entered the kitchen, I was shocked! There were no presents, no breakfast prepared and not even a simple birthday cake! I tried my best to fight back the tears that was starting to well up in my eyes .              “Have they forgotten about my birthd

Here is another slant to a birthday party ... nice writing from my classmate from Ngee Ann Primary School, Charmaine Leow - "Birthday parties ... empty feelings" My grandmother and parents had always treated me differently, simply because I was born a girl. Nothing I did pleased them whereas they dispensed favouritism to my brother and everything he did was ‘superb’, ‘excellent’ and ‘fabulous’! It was my brother’s birthday. My grandmother and parents lavished him with many gifts and prepared lots of food and drinks for his party. They ordered a mouth-watering   mango-flavoured cake. Everyone was on cloud nine except me, as I was ordered to wash the dishes and stay away from the party. They also told me to eat after the party was over. I had to eat the leftovers! “Am I the house maid? Am I their dog? Or am I not even worthy of that?” I muttered under my breath . The heaviness in my chest felt horrible! It was time to sing the birthday song. My parents instructed me

Here is another essay on a birthday ... though with a twist ...           The birthday was unforgettable.           Matthew would remember it for many years to come. Recalling it sent remorseful tears down his cheeks.           It was a tranquil Saturday afternoon. Matthew was at home engrossly glued to the TV with an episode of “Glee”. His mother, Mrs Gan was out from buying a gift for Matthew. Unable to bear her son’s incessant demands for a gift for him, Mrs Gan relented and went to Toys R Us to purchase a toy for him. As her husband had passed away a few years ago, Mrs Gan had to work extremely hard simply to make ends meet for the family. Sporting bone white hair and heavy eye bags, Matthew’s mother looked as old as the hills. The number of wrinkles on Mrs Gan’s face was most telling of the number of years she had slogged.           Just then, a call came through.           The phone in the living room awakened with the shrill ringing startling Matthew out of

Here is another essay from another of my mainstay writers, Kooi Xiu Min, another classmate from Ngee Ann Primary School - "What a Birthday Present!"           “ Hmmm… I want a ‘Super Soaker’, a ‘Neo Print’, a ‘Duo Dirt Kit’ and oh, a ‘Gladiator Trident’!” I muttered to myself. It was the fifth of July, one day before my birthday! My parents were as busy as a bee , decorating the house for my party. I simply could not wait for the day, the day which I had been yearning for, the day I would have a chance to receive my much-coveted birthday presents!           The following day dawned bright and cheery. The decorations dangled from the ceiling, adorning my entire house! I was dressed in a casual t-shirt and jeans, waiting for my friends to arrive.           Ding dong! The doorbell rang resoundingly . I hopped off the chair and dashed to the door. I flung open the door and… “Happy Birthday!” my friends shouted in unison , each with a present in hand. I invited them in a

"A wonderful birthday party indeed!" - have a read on this new essay by my classmate, Jarrod.           My birthday was on the 25 th  of March. I had invited some of my friends over to celebrate my birthday. The guests were Justas, Justin, Choi Minh, Joel,  Davin  and Jun Yan.           On that day, after I had my breakfast of  buttered toast  and sausages, I went upstairs to get changed into a smart but rather old suit, as we were going to have a water fight later, and I did not want my best suit to get dirty. As I went downstairs, I saw my parents already awake, and about to put up the balloons and banners.           “Please don’t put them up, Dad, Mum. I’ve grown up now. I’m ten! I’ve got to be ‘cool’!’ I said. My parents agreed, since they also wanted to be ‘cool’ when they were young. Then, they wished me a happy birthday, and said that they would give me my present later.           At about ten o’clock, the guests started to arrive, all holding a present in ha

Here is an essay on "Caught red-handed stealing in school"  - crime certainly never pays off ...             “Mummy, may I have that mobile phone, please?” Mike pleaded pitifully to his mother. He tugged at her skirt insistently, so much so that it was most annoying. He gestured emphatically to the mobile phone of his desire. The mobile phone was displayed prominently up front in the shop’s showcase. Refusing to give in to her son’s persistent demands, Mike’s mother dismissed his request with a wave of her right hand, and a glare of annoyance. Still not wanting to give up, Mike pleaded yet again. This time round, Mike’s mother reprimanded him. Embarrassed, he walked away, head hung low. The next day, before class could start, Mike’s coal-black eyes stared at the mobile phone that one of his classmates had. She was seated in front of him. It was the mobile phone that he had so badly wanted to buy the previous day. Looking stealthily at the mobile phone in o