INTERNATIONAL FRIENDSHIP DAY

Hi, my name is Ridwan and I am going to talk about International Friendship Day and how I celebrated it. But firstly, let me tell you more about International friendship day. International Friendship day  is a day for celebrating friendship. The day has been celebrated in several  countries for many years, particularly in Paraguay, where the first World Friendship Day was proposed in 1958.

International Friendship Day is also a day to get to know our international friends better. My school created a booth for international students to show their culture, dress and food. I personally like the food part the best because I get to taste food that are both unknown and tasty for free. To me, International Friendship Day is a very meaningful celebration. That's all, bye! 

STRUGGLES AND HOW I OVERCOME IT (draft 2)

Hi I am Ridwan and today I am going to talk about my struggles and how I overcome it.

The PSLE was just around the corner and I still had a lot of revision to do. To be honest I don’t like revisions, I have never revised in my whole life. My teachers kept asking me to revise and I agreed to, but obviously I lied. I don’t revise because I personally think that studying in school and in tuition is enough stress for me. That is why I always try to remember everything that my teacher teaches me that day. Obviously, it’s not as easy as is expected.

               So back to the story, since I don’t like to revise and I don’t revise, I played with my friends after school and played computer games at home. After a week or two, all the primary 6 students had to do a mock test, not the teasing mock but something more like a trial. It was harder than I thought. I panicked. I was sweating like a smelly monkey. Well, not literally.  

            After the test was completed I felt the need to do something, URGENTLY! So, I did not revise but instead I stopped playing with my friends after school, I stopped playing computer games. Instead, I did some assessments and for the past two to three weeks. I think, I improved in all my subjects. By the time PSLE came, I was ready to face the challenge.

            After the results came out, I as mesmerised by my aggregate. Not only did I get first in class and get to go to express, I went above expectation.

             Now that my friends is how I overcome my struggles. How about you?

Name: Ridwan

Class: Perseverance 1

Date: 20 January 2014

Title: Story Of A Soccer Boot (Draft)

Story Of A Soccer Boot!!! (EDITED)

Hi, my name is T-90. I am a soccer boot. I am a very famous and extremely expensive soccer boot. It was  a Saturday afternoon. The sun was shining so brightly and the birds were singing cheerfully. I was bought by a boy named Sarup.

He was a very talented football player even for a 12 year old boy. He was the captain of his school soccer team. His parents wanted buy him a pair of new soccer boots as he had won the ‘Best Captain Award’. And without a doubt he chose me. It was the best choice he could have ever made.  

After he reached home, he could not wait to tell and show his new and marvellous boot. He quickly took out his humongous phone and took a picture of me with himself using his phone. Then, he sent the picture to all his friends through Whatsapp. In a flash a storm of wonderful remarks, comments and questions were sent by Sarup’s friends. Sarup was feeling very proud of himself.

Since then, Sarup wore me when there was soccer training at school and soccer competitions. He never lost a match since then and called me his lucky charm. I felt so loved and cared by him. I was grateful to him for purchasing me.

For the past five months, he wore me. Then one tragedy happened, while Sarup was playing a friendly match with his friends, my soles came off. He felt very sad and depressed. He brought me home and cried to his heart’s desire.  His mother confronted him and told him to throw me away. I felt angry, sad and understanding all at the same time. The last moments I had with Sarup was very precious. But it was time for me to go.

He picked me up, walked to the kitchen. His heart was pumping furiously. Sweat trickling from his face all the way till his shoulder. He opened the trash can, I knew that it was the end of my relationship with Sarup. But surprisingly he did not throw me into the trash can, instead he threw a sweet wrapper into it. I was relieved but confused all at the same time. He opened a door to the store room and put me onto a shoe rack. I was mesmerised by the sight of astonishing shoes. On the wall there was a sign that said, “Room Of Shoes”. It really was a room of shoes. It was filled with all different kind of shoes. But the sad thing was all of them were ruined. I tried calling one of them but they were sleeping. But one of them eventually woke up. He explained to me everything from the tip of my hair to my toes. I finally understand that Sarup and his parents does not throw ruined shoes away as they were precious to them. From that day onwards I felt even more grateful to them and proud to be apart of Sarups family.

REFLECTIONS OF ENGLISH LESSONS!

                                                 REFLECTIONS OF ENGLISH LESSONS!



                          English lessons with Ms Foo and Mdm Tan is fun. Although sometimes the lessons can be super dull and boring, but most of the time, quite fun. Ms Foo creates interesting activities which is very effective to me, because most if not all of the students hate boring lessons. I tend to sleep when the lessons are boring. Mdm Tan is quite straight forward, her lessons are mostly boring and mind wrecking! hehe. NO OFFENCE! Although sometimes she creates some activities to spice the lesson up a little, but rarely.
                          Still, I completely understand why teachers cant always make the lesson too much fun. If we students have too much fun, we tend too push our luck and in the end, we have fun but forget everything important the teacher said. Which, i guess is very true.
                          Enough talking about the lessons, now it's all about me. Well, not all but most of it. I admit, i haven't been paying real attention in class, I know i can do better. When it was announce that I got the highest mark in class for the common test, I was flabbergasted. I thought i got quite a high mark, but when i received my exam paper, I felt a sharp pain i my heart,not because of a heart attack, but instead, out of shock. I got 19 out of the 30 marks. I nearly cried. It was a disgrace to me, i mean, 19 out of 30. You have got to be kidding me. English was one of my favourite subjects. Then I realized, English in secondary one express,in primary school, I use to get the highest score for English for nearly all my test. Sorry for boasting.
                           Then I remembered something, before my mom passed away, she used to read to me alot of books,she taught me everything she knew about English, she forced me to read series books. But I know she did it for my own good. So the message that I want to plunge inside everyone's head is, No Pain, No Gain. In this context, you have to force yourself to learn, no matter how boring or mind boggling it the lesson is. Clear your doubts with your teacher. Those doubts are the ones that are going to pull you away from learning smoothly. Here a tip to keep yourself motivated to keep learning. Promise yourself that you would reward yourself with a tasty treat every month if you didn't sleep in class during English lessons.

         It's possible to go on, no matter how impossible it seems, and that in time, the grief . . . lessons. It may not go away completely, but after a while it's not so overwhelming. 

STRUGGLES AND HOW I OVERCOME IT

Hi I am Ridwan and today I am going to talk about my struggles and how I overcome it.

The PSLE was just around the corner and I still had a lot of revision to do. To be honest I don’t like revisions, I have never revised the whole time. My teachers kept asking me to revise and I agreed to, but obviously I lied. I don’t revise because I personally think that studying in school and in tuition is enough stress for me. That is why I always try to remember everything that my teacher teaches me that day.

                So back to the story, since I don’t like to revise and I don’t revise, I played with my friends after school and played computer games at home. After a week or two, all the primary 6 students had to do a mock test, not the teasing mock but something more like a trial. It was harder than I thought. I panicked. I was sweating like a smelly monkey.

                After the test was completed I felt the need to do something, URGENTLY! So, I did not revise but instead I stopped playing with my friends after school, I stopped playing computer games. Instead, I did some assessments and for the past two to three I think, I improved in all my subjects. By the time PSLE came, I was ready to face the challenge.

                Now that my friends is how I overcome my struggles. How about you?

Name: Ridwan

Class: Perseverance 1

Date: 20 January 2014

Title: Story Of A Soccer Boot 

Draft: 2( Paragraphing)

Story Of A Soccer Boot!!!

              Hi, my name is T-90. I am a soccer boot. I am a very famous and extremely expensive soccer boot. It was on a Saturday afternoon. The sun was shining so brightly and the birds were singing cheerfully. I was bought by a boy named Sarup.

              He was a very talented football player even for a 12 year old boy. He was the captain of his school soccer team. His parents wanted buy for him a pair of new soccer boots as he had won the ‘Best Captain Award’. And without a doubt he chose me. It was the best choice he could have ever, made.  

              After he reached home, he could not wait to tell and show his new and marvellous boot. He quickly took out his humongous phone and took a picture of me with himself using his phone. Then, he sent the picture to all his friends through Whatsapp. In a flash a storm of wonderful remarks, comments and questions were sent by Sarup’s friends. Sarup was feeling very proud of himself.

              Since then, Sarup wore me when there was soccer training at school and soccer competitions. He never lost a match since then and called me his lucky charm. I felt so loved and cared by him. I was grateful to him for purchasing me.

              For the past five months, he wore me. Then one tragedy happened, while Sarup was playing a friendly match with his friends, my soles came off. He felt very sad and depressed. He brought me home and cried to his heart’s desire.  His mother confronted him and told him to throw me away. I felt angry, sad and understanding all at the same time. The last moments I had with Sarup was very precious. But it was time for me to go.

              He picked me up, walked to the kitchen. His heart was pumping furiously. Sweat trickling from his face all the way till his shoulder. He opened the trash can, I knew that it was the end of our relationship with Sarup. But surprisingly he did not threw me into the trash can, instead he threw a sweet wrapper into it. I was relieved but confused all at the same time. He open a door to the store room and put me onto a shoe rack. I was mesmerised by the sight of astonishing shoes. On the wall there was a sign that said, “Room Of Shoes”. It really was a room of shoes. It was filled with all different kind of shoes. But the sad thing was all of them were ruined. I tried calling one of them but they were sleeping. But one of them eventually woke up. He explained to me everything from the tip of my hair to my toes. I finally understand that Sarup and his parents does not throw ruined shoes away as they were precious to them. From that day onwards I felt even more grateful to them and proud to be apart of Sarups family.

Name: Ridwan

Class: Perseverance 1

Date: 20 January 2014

Title: Story Of A Soccer Boot (Draft)

Story Of A Soccer Boot!!!

Hi, my name is T-90. I am a soccer boot. I am a very famous and extremely expensive soccer boot. It was on a Saturday afternoon. The sun was shining so brightly and the birds were singing cheerfully. I was bought by a boy named Sarup.

He was a very talented football player even for a 12 year old boy. He was the captain of his school soccer team. His parents wanted buy for him a pair of new soccer boots as he had won the ‘Best Captain Award’. And without a doubt he chose me. It was the best choice he could have ever, made.  

After he reached home, he could not wait to tell and show his new and marvellous boot. He quickly took out his humongous phone and took a picture of me with himself using his phone. Then, he sent the picture to all his friends through Whatsapp. In a flash a storm of wonderful remarks, comments and questions were sent by Sarup’s friends. Sarup was feeling very proud of himself.

Since then, Sarup wore me when there was soccer training at school and soccer competitions. He never lost a match since then and called me his lucky charm. I felt so loved and cared by him. I was grateful to him for purchasing me.

For the past five months, he wore me. Then one tragedy happened, while Sarup was playing a friendly match with his friends, my soles came off. He felt very sad and depressed. He brought me home and cried to his heart’s desire.  His mother confronted him and told him to throw me away. I felt angry, sad and understanding all at the same time. The last moments I had with Sarup was very precious. But it was time for me to go.

He picked me up, walked to the kitchen. His heart was pumping furiously. Sweat trickling from his face all the way till his shoulder. He opened the trash can, I knew that it was the end of our relationship with Sarup. But surprisingly he did not threw me into the trash can, instead he threw a sweet wrapper into it. I was relieved but confused all at the same time. He open a door to the store room and put me onto a shoe rack. I was mesmerised by the sight of astonishing shoes. On the wall there was a sign that said, “Room Of Shoes”. It really was a room of shoes. It was filled with all different kind of shoes. But the sad thing was all of them were ruined. I tried calling one of them but they were sleeping. But one of them eventually woke up. He explained to me everything from the tip of my hair to my toes. I finally understand that Sarup and his parents does not throw ruined shoes away as they were precious to them. From that day onwards I felt even more grateful to them and proud to be apart of Sarups family.