Elijah's Life Experiences

A Challenge             Regret.             We were poor. As poor as church mice. Things did not get any better when Father did not get any better when Father passed away. Ever since Father’s untimely demise, Mother had to work long hours every day just to make ends meet. At school, I was always teased about being poor, especially by the notorious school bully, James. A roguish smirk would always be plastered on the bully’s face as he extracted his wrath on me. One day, however, I did not expect the situation to get out of hand.             Brilliant rays of sunshine streamed in between the leaves of an Angsana tree as I settled down under it. It was recess and I had already wolfed down the last of my food. I made my way in the direction of the Angsana tree, a routine with me, with a book in hand to read. To other people, it may appear as an ordinary book, but to me, it was a gift, more precious than any gems as it was from Mother. Just as I was about to flip open the firs

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 see that strength in me. Nevertheless, it made me even more determined to clinch the gold medal

It's been a really long time since my last post. Well, I've been busy with the PSLE preparations. Glad it's all over! ;-)  Here's an essay I did up some time ago " Neighbour from hell (version 1)". Hope you like it!             It broke my heart to see her cry.             I was doing some last-minute revision for my Primary 5 Science examinations. Stifling a yawn, I rubbed my bleary hazelnut brown eyes as I tried to make an effort to absorb as much as possible. However, my new neighbour, Mrs Tan, who likened herself to “Singapore’s Got Talent” contestant, was singing so loudly that it was simply impossible to do any form of revision. With disapproval written all over my face, I was starting to lose my cool.             The last straw came when the hi-fi stereo from Mrs Tan’s living room was turned on at full blast.             Fists shaking in rage, I let out an ear-piercing scream of both anguish and helplessness. As if in response, M

It's been a long time since I last posted. Here's another of my writings  "A Near Fighting Incident in the MRT / Bully in the MRT".             I hoped he regretted his mistake.             The doors of the MRT tinkled, warning as I dashed into the MRT train. I was returning in a hurry from school as I needed to attend some home tuition. Settling onto a brightly coloured sofa, I stared out the window from behind me. The lush greenery outside seemed to whiz pass by at the speed of a bullet before I could ever catch a glimpse of it. Relaxing back into my seat, I decided on sizing up the other commuters.             Just then, a voice drifted in my direction.             “Do you think I was done with you at school, Tom?” Hand me all your money, or else!” the voice bellowed. Turning around, I saw a tousle-haired boy with piston-like legs scooping up a weak and pale boy like a kitten. Nobody else seemed to notice this incident occurring. Either they were s

I am starting the first new post for the new year 2015 with one telling the value "Honesty is the best policy".             Honesty is the best policy.             It was the annual food fair happening near our house. Unwilling to miss out on the fabulous opportunity to try out some food, Mother brought me along with her – her dutiful companion. Sigh, why do I always have to follow her everywhere? Scooting towards the food fair like a dissipated poof of smoke, the intoxicating aroma of food instantly flooded my nostrils. The place was packed like sardines. Despite it being a scorching hot Sunday afternoon, everyone seemed to be in an excellent mood, with some jostling for bargains. Beads of perspiration dotting my forehead like prominent trademarks in a place, I scanned my noisy surroundings.             From the corner of my eye, I spotted a leather wallet.             I gasped in utter disbelief and rubbed my eyes. It was no mistake as it was indeed a wa