Blogging difficulties.....

Blogging, is it that easy? Especially when there are certain themes to follow? In my opinion, I think it is just a little difficult when there are different topics to follow. In addition, there is this one minor and little topic which kept troubling me, it is "a problem you encountered and how you solved or managed it". Sounds easy? Nope for me. Just then, I realised I can write a blog entry about this theme.What is it actually? Of course, it is writing the blog entries for my blog assignment! Why didn't I think of that before until now? It is a problem for me after all.
This blogging assignment was never part of other school assignments before so far. Hence, this was a first to me and almost lost in the world of blogging. However, with some help from my teacher and friends, and maybe a little bit of exploration through the whole system of blogger and how it works, I managed to cope with it and succeeded to write blog entries that have at least a hundred words. But as the days go by, I did it! I met the requirement of writing a minimum of two hundred and fifty words in my blog entries which are needed for the school assignment.

Therefore, after this blog assignment, I realised that this problem can actually be solved by observing the situations that happened around us. In addition, with more details and elaboration, the minimum word count of two hundred and fifty words can then be easily achieved and accomplished. Plus, this assignment has also miraculously, in an indirect way, improve my English although I don't really feel it. But it sure feels like a very useful tool which is used to practice writing an essay or composition as I can learnt to be short and concise but clear about my point at the same time.

In conclusion, this problem has thus been solved and managed by me, and I just hope that this type of blog assignments can continue because it is definitely a much more interesting and creative way to learn English and how to read In Between The Lines...

It paid off! Twice!

I feel great! I was just at my neighbourhood's community centre in a prize-giving ceremony and it wasn't any type of ordinary ceremony, it was held to give away Edusave scholarships and merit bursaries. I was about to go on stage to claim my scholarship certificate and cheque. I was able to meet some of my friends at the ceremony and share our joy together. However, a few months before then....
"Yeah! Report books are out!", everyone was so nervous as their results were finally released. Finally, when I received it, I opened it and saw the grades. Wow, it was fantastic! My hard work throughout the year had paid off and I got good results! I was jumping for joy. "I better bring this back home and share this moment with my family!", I thought and I rushed home....
A few months later, I got a letter with my name printed on it, which is not common for me, and I opened it. To my surprise, it was a notification letter, telling me that I had qualified for the Edusave scholarship. It was unbelievable! My parents were so proud of me and I felt happy too. Soon, in a blink of an eye, I was waiting for the time to receive it in the community centre. Some time after entering the hall and having some refreshments, the prize-giving ceremony began with pupils who received the PCF Alumni Book Prize.
Soon after, it was time to give out the Edusave scholarships. Excited but nervous at the same time, I await my turn to walk on stage to get my prize. Finally, I stepped onto the stage and smiled at the guest-of-honour, who was giving the prize, and held onto the scholarship to allow the photographer to take a picture before I stepped down from the stage. After chatting for a while with my friends, I went to have lunch and returned home with my mother. My mother was indeed proud of my achievement and I realised my efforts paid off, again!
However, the main thought and emotion that I had was that I could share this very special moment with my family members, and that I could make them all feel proud and overjoyed for me and the achievement that I've made.....

     

Tweet, tweet!

"Oh my gosh! Look, it's a hummingbird!", everyone exclaimed as a tiny, little hummingbird flew into the classroom. Soon after, it kept flying around and diverting our attention from the teacher. It was flying past all the ceiling fans and then, it rested on the projector. Therefore, everyone ordered my friend, who is the nearest to the switches, to turn off the fans. For some reason, I suddenly realised that the bird seemed to be trapped in the classroom instead of resting and it looked pretty much like a baby. Just then, it started to tweet continuously and although everyone, including the teacher, was still amazed by it, I knew that it is definitely calling for help.
Many thoughts were running through my mind, including,"Uh oh, how is it supposed to get out?" Still trying its best to escape from the noisy classroom, it went to a window and perched on the window grille, staring at the outside of the classroom, as if it was about to say, "Dad, mum, come and get me!" And it continued to tweet by the window while trying to get out.
Then, as it was a great chance to take a shot and video for a blog entry, one of my classmate took out his handphone and asked," Can we use our phone to take a picture?" My teacher agreed and everyone took their phone out of their pockets and snapped pictures and this went on for minutes till....
Unexpectedly, another bigger hummingbird came and flew into the classroom. But just as it went in, everyone cheered and clapped so loud that it was frightened and flew away. Hence, everyone soon realised that they had to remain silent at all times till the small bird flies off. Quietly, everyone observed as the other one, which I thought was the father, came to try to get the baby. However, he failed again and again, and I also managed to take a video of them meeting each other by the window. Finally, against all odds, the baby squeezed through the gap of the window and flew into the open. Everyone went, "Yeah! Woohoo!" But the atmosphere was broken when the teacher interrupted and continued with the class, but that's another story.
In conclusion, it would remain in my mind as a pretty unusual but memorable situation that happened in my life because I was actually able to learn a lesson from the bird. One must not always rely on others when one has adversities and that one has to persist till one can finally succeed in overcoming them, just like what the little bird did today....

"Looking out for Dad..."



  

"Daddy!"





  "I'll be back!"

Tsk, tsk, tsk....

Is name-calling that fun and why do people even want to do this when they know it is wrong? Do they even have a conscience? Why can't they control themselves? Oh well, name-calling has been a very direct form of bullying which is ever so common in school. How common is it based on a rate of one to ten? In my opinion, I would say around seven to eight and this thus cause me to feel especially pitiful for those who had suffered the torture and problems of name-calling. In addition, I had once been a victim myself. However, the weird thing, I admit that I had been the caller before when I was younger and less mature. But I had changed to be a better person and always tried to help other classmates who are suffering too. Coincidentally, a situation like this just happened today, in school, in my classroom.
It was coming to the end of the last two lessons. All of a sudden, my friend asked, "Why are you crying?" Just then, I realised my friend who was sitting in front of me saw another friend of mine, who was sitting beside me, sniffing and tearing up. I wondered what happened and since almost all the witnesses were arguing against the name-caller, who was not that easy to get along with, and that everyone is so busy, I asked the name-caller for the reason why my friend was weeping. He soon explained that it was something he called my friend which caused the problem.
Obviously, my friend is very insulted till he could not take it anymore and just cried. Soon after, a teacher came in to settle the problem by counselling the name-caller and the class. He said that he hope more mature students could be more observant and take note of these few problems and settle them, preventing anymore of the same incidents to happen.
Therefore, in conclusion, this had made me aware of the effects of bullying and name-calling. Some people might just take it lightly, but those who take it more seriously might be more affected. Plus, these type of incident can go on and on and on. Hence, everyone has a part to play in preventing these incidents from happening again. I have also learned to look out for others and volunteer to help others during difficult times by different ways, such as controlling one's behaviour. I am just glad my friend managed to get over it.

Is being alone that bad? Or can I make it enjoyable?

alone [uh-lohn]
Definition: Separate, apart, or isolated from others

So, what is being alone? It sounds pretty the scary to me in my opinion. However, I beg to differ. In my life, I have learned and understood the true meaning of those word. I have always felt that being alone is actually much, much better than everyone think. Through my experiences, I always think that being alone is to be confined in my own world with no distractions at all and that I am extremely concentrated but this environment is way harder to find than you think especially if you have an irritating sibling which loves loud, deafening music which is the complete opposite of your character and likings. So trust me, when I get that chance, I have no other choice but to cherish it.
Hence, is can I really be happy while being alone? Of course! How? It is so easy. Just take this short period of freedom to concentrate and do whatever you have to do and you will definitely be happy. For instance, there were many moments I spent alone doing something I need to do that needs maximum concentration and it is my only nemesis and nightmare in my life: homework. How frustrating! Even the blog I am doing now is homework. It is as if homework makes the world goes round. Forget it, what needs to be done has to be done.
Therefore, here is a moment I spent alone doing something I enjoyed. The weird thing is it was doing my homework. Without anyone at home, I always used this time to finish my homework as fast as possible because there were no noise, no distractions, nothing. Almost everyday when I return from school, I might be alone. Great!
Thus, there was this one day when I came back to a empty house. Grinning with joy, I rushed to my desk and took out every homework and started to complete them. Piece by piece, I finished them in a personal record-breaking pace. "Being alone and doing homework in a quiet place is such a comfort...", I thought, "Finally, there's no one to distract me!" My homework was soon completed and it was time for a peaceful period of relaxation. Thank goodness I finished it early, or I might do them till the next morning.
In conclusion, I know it is very weird, but yes, doing homework alone is indeed a moment I enjoyed doing alone in my study room. Hence, I just hope I can find more bubbles for me to get in so that I can focus on my homework alone and hope that they never burst. And my conscience just went, "Dream on...."

Paranoia or Frustration?

Frustrated or paranoid? What is the difference anyway? Oh well, my friend has this really serious problem about his character, he gets too worried about bad things too much and took a long time, a seriously long long time, before he gets over it. Well, I think I should give an example.
Yesterday, in school, he was fumbling through his wallet when he went,"Huh? Where is my other two dollars?" and asked what happened. After explaining all the sums of money spent so far, he said he was missing two dollars and his calculations were correct. Just then, I said he dropped them and it was going to be okay, trying to calm him down.
He went totally berserk.
"What I am going to do? I am so doomed!", he shrieked and this went on and on for a few minutes or maybe at least fifteen mintues until I could not even concentrate in class. Finally, he cooled down and I heave a sigh of relief, "Phew!" So, frustration? Maybe. Paranoia? Plausible.Next one happened to me. Don't worry, mine isn't that bad. Same place, same day. I forgot to refill my green pen again and again. How am I supposed to do corrections fast and quickly as the teacher said out the answer? Lend from a friend? Must wait till he writes finish which is like when the teacher finished saying the answer. Helplessness was indeed the feeling I had at that moment. I was like, "Quick! Quick!"
I had butterflies in my stomach.
What if my teacher saw me not jotting down anything? That's going to be a really bad scenario. Really bad. I was trying to write as fast as I could to return it to my friend and catch up with the teacher until everytime I write a letter, just a letter, my fingers goes into "pain mode" and I feel a short tingling sensation. Sounds okay, in your dreams! It got worse and worse. Until finally, Lesson ended and my whole arm nearly went completely numb. This has to be paranoia. The fear in me was pricking me continuously and let me tell you, it did not feel good.
For today, it got worst. Totally. First of all, I woke up fifteen minutes later than usual. That's bad. I rushed through my daily routines and finally got out of the house. Then, after sprinting to the bus-stop, I sat and waited, and waited, and waited. And here it comes, my bus! Yes! But there's a twist. It was packed with commuters till the driver could not even open the door.
It felt like someone just slapped me in my face.
It was unexpected. Just then, I decided to take a longer alternative without a choice. And I zoomed to school so fast that I only had time to think about reaching there on time and before I know it, I arrived. Phew.... This was paranoia. No, it was frustration too. Or could it be both?

This is extremely confusing and I guess I should stop racking my brain and scratching my head before I feel both frustrated and paranoid...

You sure you call that luck?

luck [luhk]

Definition: Good fortune; advantage or success, considered as the result of chance.

So, what is luck? Lingering around us, this mysterious and strange object follows us wherever we go. Even for today, it was in my classroom...in a weird way, I would say. Today was a unusual day indeed. I ponder if it was considered lucky or unlucky? Such a day was rare to come by in my life.

For today's English lesson, my teacher was reviewing some blogs as examples for our blog assignment. Many were interesting but one was especially intriguing. It was one of my best friend's blog. His blog was greatly complimented by the teacher as he had many unique features such as interactive animations and interesting blog posts. In addition, my friend kept "complaining" about his blog getting showcased on the screen, saying that he was lucky. Unlucky? Maybe. Lucky? I have no idea.

Oh yes, as this was some of our classmates' first time having a blog, like me, my friend had an incredibly unique and special blog and was amazed by my teacher. But just as my teacher was trying to explain an interactive animation which he was not familiar with, I thus tried to explain to him. Then, surprisingly, my teacher requested me to explain in front of the whole class. Should this be considered as luck or the opposite?

This has indeed bothered and baffled me throughout my whole life. So ho do one classify a situation as a lucky one or an unlucky one? Looks like I'm going to rack my brain till it explode to finally get the answer to this problem. Oh well, lucky of unlucky, I wonder which is which....