Elijah's Life Experiences

Here's another version of "The Competition" written by my Ngee Ann Primary School classmate  Kooi Xiu Min . The sound of spectators cheering wildly was heard as the competitors and I strolled briskly into the sports arena . It was sports day that day and I was competing in the 100-metre sprint. Colourful flags adorned the ceilings and walls. It was my fourth time taking part in the race but there were still butterflies in my stomach . I was clenching my fists to calm my nerves . At the corner of my eye, I spotted Tim, my rival competitor. Since his first race, he had already won and achieved the fastest timing for sprinting. He suddenly whipped around, and when he saw that I was watching him, he gave me a scornful smirk that seemed to say, “I’ll win! You little things will have no chance!” Immediately, my nervousness seemed to vanish completely and my fighting spirit rose up to the surface and stayed there. I walked confidently towards my starting position

Here is the latest essay from my classmate, Tang Yu Jun, on "The Competition" . It was the day of my long-awaited 1.6 kilometre running competition. I had been training for the past six months for the competition. I was at the stadium doing some stretching and warm-up exercises. There were colourful banners fluttering in the wind and words of encouragement filled the air . I was representing the school for the competition and was determined to make the school proud by getting the gleaming trophy on the trophy table. When the competition was about to start, I went over what my coach had taught me for the umpteenth time. As I got into my starting position, I saw that I was not the only one who was filled with increasing anxiety. My opponents’ non-verbal actions also made me feel that they were nervous about the competition as well. The starting gun’s “bang” started the race and my legs started carrying me as fast as they could go. I heard strings of encouraging words

The following essay is about a "visit to an old folks' home" .      “Pupils, line up in an orderly manner before you board the bus!” the teacher reminded Jane and her fellow classmates as they moved towards the bus.   Overwhelmed with joy, they chatted merrily as they boarded the bus.   They were on a learning journey to the old folks’ home.   The children were extremely excited as none of them had been there before.  Jane and her classmates tried to contain their excitement but it was futile .   They were reminded numerous times to be quiet.      There was a song in every heart, cheerfulness in every face and a spring in every step as the pupils alighted and the pupils in twos, headed toward the old folks’ home.      Upon entering the old folks’ home, the pupils immediately began chatting with the elderly as the minutes ticked by.   Voices of the class as cheery as a sunbeam filled the old folks’ home with popular, local songs.   Beaming with gratitude , the e

My next essay is about an incident about a "fire in the kitchen" .      “Will father be back from work early today?” Jane looked up and enquired from her mother while cutting some vegetables.   “I think so …,” “Ouch! My finger!” Jane yelled out frantically as her face twisted into a grimace of pain.      Seeing crimson red blood oozing out from the cut in Jane’s finger, her mother was initially immobilised with fear and her face turned ashen and her legs jelly-like .   Regaining her composure moments later , Jane’s mother ran helter-skelter to get a bandage from her bedroom.   She left the wok unattended.   As she applied antiseptic onto the wound, she was glad to see Jane smiling broadly once again.   Seeing her smile put her at ease.      At that juncture, a burning smell flooded their nostrils .  One whiff of the smoky air and Jane’s mother immediately jolted up in stark realisation .   “Oh no, the work that I was frying the vegetables must have caught fire!” she s

Sometimes when there are so many things on your mind, you may tend to forget certain details ;-) Here's my essay on "Mrs Tan the scatter brain" .      As the last crimson rays of the sun lingered over the horizon, Mrs Tan was busy cooking dinner for her husband, Mr Tan.   As she was cooking Mr Tan’s favourite fish, Mrs Tan whistled a happy tune.   Just as she was garnishing the fish, the telephone rang out, breaking the silence in the home.  Like an excited schoolgirl, Mrs Tan rushed to answer the call.      The caller turned out to be Mrs Tan’s long lost friend, Agnes.   Delightfully surprised, Mrs Tan began chatting merrily away with her long lost friend.   The minutes ticked by as they had a lot of catching up to do.      After the phone call had ended, Mrs Tan rushed into the kitchen and being forgetful as she was, she once again garnished the fish with yet another lump of salt before turning off the flames of the stove.   Next, she dished out the fish onto a be

I wrote the following essay when I was 9 years old. It recounts a story around "The Family Heirloom" . The sun streaming through the window, faintly outlined the furniture in the spacious study of the mansion.   The study was beautifully furnished with golden drapes and a large piece of oil painting which hung just next to a towering bookshelf made of mahogany. As cheery as a sunbeam and a twinkle in her eyes, Cynthia entered the study with a spring in her step.   Entering the room, she muttered saying that this was the most beloved part of the mansion.   Cynthia was the ten-year-old daughter of the owner of the mansion.   That day being a public holiday, Cynthia’s mother made her clean the bookshelves in the study. While cleaning them, she was fascinated with the vast collection of books lined up on the bookshelves.   At that juncture, Cynthia spotted an unfamiliar looking box on the lowest part of the bookshelf.   Puzzled, she stared at it wondering, “What is insi

Burglaries come in many forms these days. Here is one which was led by deceit. A Burglary     “Ahh … ,” heaving a sigh of relief, Mrs Lee slumped down in her sofa with a glass of ice-cold grape juice in her hand. She had just finished doing the housework and could finally take a break.     Just then, the doorbell rang, almost startling Mrs Lee who was then sipping her grape juice.  Feeling slightly annoyed, she reluctantly stood up and dragged her feet to the door.   Mrs Lee opened the door by a fraction and saw an earnest looking man standing at the doorstep.     “Good afternoon Madam. I am from the Happy Children Charity. Every month, we donate thousands of dollars to the less fortunate children. When you donate fifty dollars, you would also be entitled to a free ABC stainless steel frying pan.  If you give me some of your precious time, I can show you the frying pan,” chirped the smiling salesman. The salesman looked middle-aged and was clad in a neatly pressed lo

It's me again ... this time with an essay entitled "Unforgettable lesson - do not overeat" . “Hurray!” Jack exclaimed excitedly.   Hearing from his father that he would be going to his favourite Japanese buffet restaurant, Jack’s heart sang in joy and his eyes danced . On reaching the restaurant, the appetizing sights and smells emitted from the sumptuous buffet spread made Jack’s mouth water .   Like an excited schoolboy , Jack immediately grabbed a large plate and joined the queue.   Moving along in the queue, Jack started piling his plate with food his eyes laid fancy to. Within seconds of settling into the leather read seat, Jack started gobbling the food down.   He was as hungry as a wolf .   Not contented after his first round, Jack made a beeline to grab seconds.   Although he was full, Jack nevertheless, continued wolfing down several rounds of food.   Jack’s father looked on open-mouthed , astonished at his son’s huge appetite. Returning home from t

Let me introduce to you another one of my classmates from Ngee Ann Primary School, Tang Yu Jun , who has contributed his work "The accident" . “Hurry up!” Tom and Fred’s mother hollered. It was the perfect weather for snuggling under the cosy covers of the blanket but Tom and Fred had to go to school. Their father was already dressed in a business suit and was waiting impatiently for them to get ready. Their mother was hurrying the boys along, looking in alarm at the same time on the elegant watch on her wrist. However, Tom and Fred were complaining about the bad weather and were being extremely uncooperative. Fred yelled, “Why do we need to go to school on a rainy day?!” Tom screamed, “I’m not ready for the test today!” But their father, who was getting impatient, thundered, “Get into the car now! If not, I’ll be late for my meeting!” Reluctantly, the boys trudged towards the car. Dark, ominous clouds swept across the sky and it was raining cats and dog

Here's come my essay on "A Blackout". As the skies slowly darkened, the neighbourhood was abuzz with the sounds of families preparing dinner in their respective kitchens.  Helping to lay the table, John’s stomach was growling as the aroma from the food on the table beckoned him . Settling comfortably into their seats, the Lim family tucked into their meal eagerly. Unexpectedly, the entire household was cloaked into darkness .   Loud yelps of shock and surprise from the residents resonated through the otherwise quiet neighbourhood .   Giving out a loud squeal , Sally almost dropped her chopsticks to the ground.   John, on the other hand, froze into stunned silence with his eyes bulging like an owl .   At that juncture, Mr Lim made a phone call to his friend from his handphone with the sole purpose of checking if he was experiencing the blackout in his home as well.   As calm as a cat, Mrs Lim groped around in the darkness , trying to locate the d

This was my first work when I turned 10 years old (Primary Four by Singapore school standards). Do have a read on the following post "Squabble in the school canteen" . “Rrrrrinnnng … “ The school bell rang for recess. Children walked briskly to the canteen. Long queues were already starting to form in front of the various food stalls when a girl stepped into the bustling canteen. The girl walked to the noodle and rice stall. The vendor’s stall was tucked away in a corner but it was the most popular stall in the canteen. As the girl queued up, the aromatic smells which permeated the air, caused the children’s stomachs to inevitably growl in hunger. Just as the girl was about to be served, a group of three girls appeared. When the queue caught their eyes, they decided to distract the girl in the queue so that they could jump the queue. They approached the girl at the front of the queue and started chatting with her. It was not surpris