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...

"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...

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 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...

"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. ...