Elijah's Life Experiences

Here is an essay "Sheer Determination to Win" I did up some time ago. It's perhaps befitting to publish this as the days to the release of the PSLE results near and a new chapter in my life will soon open up. Hope you enjoy this writing of mine as much as I enjoyed writing it up!             My perseverance and sheer determination had reaped the fruits of my labour.             “Four foundation subjects? Look at this! How does the game of rugby even help? To earn a living?” Father’s thunderous barrage of scolding rang through the house. I stared forlornly at my report book, my face as red as a beetroot. I hung my head low, overwhelmed with a sense of shame. Actually, I was the black sheep of my family. Unlike my siblings who passed with flying colours in their examinations, I scored low grades. The only thing I was good at was rugby. Unfortunately, Father failed to ...

Here is a featured essay "It was all my fault" I wrote in class during my Primary Five days at Ngee Ann Primary School. Quarrels among siblings are very common. However at times, things could go out of hand ...              It was all my fault.             My sister, Nicole would always get whatever she wanted. From the day Nicole was born, my parents diverted their love from me to her as she had cute chestnut brown eyes and toothless gums. As for me, I was simply ignored and cast aside. This made me become as jealous as a Spaniard and caused many arguments between Nicole and me. Despite her best efforts, Mother could not stop us from being at loggerheads with each other.             But that fateful incident changed everything.             “Just b...

"Lost for words" for a most unfortunate and unwarranted action ...              Lost for words.             It all started because of Mother’s favourite book, which was a gift from her best friend, being torn to shreds. Fuming with rage, Mother was as mad as a hornet. Marching towards my brother, Luke and me, Mother stared daggers at both of us. “Who did it?” Who had the nerves of steel to rip up my book? Perhaps it was you, James?” Mother’s murderous looks chiseled through me. I turned tongue-tied. “But … but how – “ “Don’t deny the truth!” I know it’s you for certain!” Mother thundered as she stared at me balefully. I had to endure what seemed like hell for a torturous hour before being let off. When Mother stormed away, I muttered under my breath, “Why am I always being reprimanded by Mother?” I was definitely an unlucky child. Why was Luke always the apple of ...

Here is a very interesting essay from my classmate, Zachary Ong from 5R - "Sheer Determination to Win".             “Creak! Creak!” Yet another quiet afternoon floated by as I wheeled myself out of the school gates. In the distance, I could hear the voices of boys and girls shouting and playing – surely my classmates were at the basketball court. With single-minded determination, I put them out of my mind. This was not the time to think of them. High overhead, the sun held the world in its brilliant gaze as waves of heat shimmered before me. With one arm, I hugged my basketball. With my other, I skillfully manoeuvred the wheelchair along the pavement.             Soon, I was at the pedestrian crossing near my house. I could still see the images from that fateful day, replaying repeatedly in my mind – the flashing green, me dashing across the street with my basketbal...

"What should not have happened (losing my temper)" was one of the essays I did up in school .             A second chance.             It was the annual Sports Day. I was one of the players participating in the soccer event. Time passed and soon, the referee blew his whistle shrilly.             The match had started.             Face beaded with perspiration, Justin kicked the ball towards me. Dribbling the ball around the startled defenders, I barrelled into the opponent’s goalkepper, Davin and sent the ball flying into the goalpost. “Goal!” I yelled at the top of voice, a mirthful smile spreading across my face. No sooner had I said that than I heard the familiar whistle.             Looking a...

Here is a story which touches on the ill effects of gambling " Out of the window I saw … "          They were at it again.          My neighbours next door, Mr and Mrs Tan, had been raising a huge ruckus every single day, for the last couple of months. Rumour was it that Mr Tan had been funneling off Mrs Tan’s savings to fuel his gambling addiction.          Mrs Tan was a middle-aged lady. She had raven black hair and almond-shaped eyes. Extremely slim and almost ‘fragile’, one would get the feeling that if Mrs Tan fell over, she would break into a thousand pieces very much like a porcelain figurine. Mr Tan, however, was the opposite of her. He was burly and a force to be reckoned with.          Every once in a while, from their apartment, a deafening barrage of violent slaps, agonizing screams and loud disturb...

Here is another work of mine from my Primary Four class work in Ngee Ann Primary School - "What a close shave" .          The sea glittered invitingly. “Remember the golden rule. Always safety first!” my mother reminded us before dropping Matthew, Venes and me off at the beach. I stole a glance at Matthew. He had a tanned body, jet-black hair and piston-like legs. The muscles on his arms were evident of his strength . Matthew looked as though he could scoop me up like a kitten.          Suddenly, I found myself gazing longingly at Venes. She has luxurious raven dark hair and a lovely face accompanied by straight eyebrows. She has the most enchanting smile I had ever seen. Maybe I could win her heart if I showed off my perfected swimming skills to Venes. Matthew would definitely be envious! Was it a good plan or what?          On establishin...