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We envision a world where there are no boundaries, where the young share their ideas and stories, and learn about each other’s cultures through the stories they tell. But first, they must learn to create.

This is the mission of the YRC team — to inspire young minds to create freely and use their imagination to weave beautiful stories which they can share with the world. In this issue, we feature three diverse tales written by students like you.

Xena writes about life after death in The Great Blue Yonder, Siti Jaliah tells us how bullying can haunt us in Awakened from the Dead and Wern Thing takes us to a trip down memory lane in The Story of a Young Farmer.

We also believe in the significance of social awareness, thus, our new column Breaking Boundaries, was born. We asked our friends from the Tibetan Children’s Village to tell us about their life in Dharamsala, India. On page 48, you’ll find valuable life lessons from Mr Microsoft himself (yes, it’s Bill Gates)!

With YRC’s goal to build the next generation of writers, we hope you’ll continue to take this journey with us as we keep on discovering new talents. Expect more stories in the coming issues! And of course, we would love to hear from you!

Drop us an email at yrc@catherinekhoo.sg.

Have a wonderful Christmas, everyone!

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YRC MISSION: We envision a world where there are no boundaries, where the young share their ideas and stories, and learn about each other’s cultures through the stories they tell. But first, they must learn to create.

Vol 4. November-December 2010

D E PA R T M E N T S YOUNG AUTHORS 5 Featured Author Bryan Joel Lim, 15, shares his passion for creative arts and his feelings about social responsibility.

58 C.O.M.I.C.S In the spirit of Christmas, two young artists show us what selflessness is all about through their awesome comics!

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FUN 37 Story Exercise Do you know how to write a biography?

YRC shows you how!

46 Crack that Rusty Brain!

It’s the season to be jolly! Can you figure out our Christmas trivia?

55 Fashion Nerd Chic – can you pull it off? Plus, our DIY teaches you how to make a personalised Christmas gift!

EDUCATION 42 Breaking Boundaries

Letters from Tibetan Children’s Village…

Three young students write about their life and dreams from a tranquil community in Dharamsala, India.

48 The Real World The 11 rules of life according to Bill Gates.

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46 49 Email from USA Sruthi Shankar,15, moved to St. Cloud, Minnesota from Singapore a few years ago.

Find out how she adjusted to her new life!

53 Writing Tips Every story has a protagonist. Published author Catherine Khoo writes about the importance of aim and conflict.

FAMILY 51 Parents Ask, Teens Answer

How can you promote social responsibility?

F E AT U R E S 7 Xena Tan – The Great Blue Yonder Do you wonder about life after death? Journey with Harry as he tries to find his way to the Great Blue Wonder.

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17 Siti Jaliah Jamal – Awakened from the Dead Sandy is a mean bully – until one tragic incident changed her life forever.

28 Hor Wern Thing – The Story of a Young Farmer Take a trip down memory lane in 1940s Malaysia in this wonderful tale of family and survival.

38 YRC Investigates

Volunteering is a big word. How do young students really feel about giving up some of their free time to help out? What motivates them to volunteer?

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Letters to the Editor

I think your Featured Author section rocks! It’s inspiring to read about students who pursue their passion for writing and go after their dreams.

I’ve always wanted to write a story but I’m always stuck at the first chapter. Maybe this time, I’ll finally try completing one story. Who knows, it might get published someday.

Leo

I enjoyed reading Email from Korea. I

learned how Koreans spend special occasions and birthdays. I had fun reading about their traditions.

I like learning about different cultures.

Iffah

*Editor’s Note: The 3 stories were written by the Young Author Award winners. They were featured from issues 1 to 3.

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I love the story The Pill of Confidence. It’s

very touching.

I also like the trivia questions and the article about bullying.

Plus, the images and illustrations are great!

Aila Joyce

I like the stories The Last Wolf, Run Away and The Pill of Confidence.

They are interesting and it made me read until the very end. I wish I

could write stories like those.

The young writers are very talented!

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ryan Joel Lim, 15, studies at Hai Sing Catholic School. At the age of 11, he wrote Charles Wonderboy, a story about Charles Mudgens and his friend, Mitch Traffley. What set Charles Wonderboy apart from other stories is its awareness of the world around it. At the age of 11, Bryan’s story was filled with references to society and politics, as well as popular movies at the time.

Four years down the road, YRC catches up with Bryan and his mum to discuss social awareness, responsibility and even the season of giving.

Speaking to Bryan, it is pretty clear that he is not your average boy. Keenly interested in the arts, Bryan Joel Lim has explored numerous avenues in the creative arts; from performance to music and even visual arts. He reads widely and trawls the internet for information and news.

Bryan’s not just into the arts. In his free time, he plays football with his friends (he has numerous battle scars to prove it) and likes to relive his childhood by getting up to what he calls “corridor mischief”.

This all-rounded approach to life has given Bryan a particular slant on the world, as well as a very dry and witty writing style that comes through in Charles Wonderboy. Social commentary is important to Bryan and it is easy to see how widely-read he is in Charles Wonderboy.

His mother, Tan Mei Mei, can vouch for that. “He is so socially aware that I sometimes have to tell him to be quiet when he gets too carried away and challenges my opinion.”

To the both of them, social awareness is important because it gives children a better understanding of what’s around them. When they head out into the working world, they will know how to think, act and behave.

“It’s easy to be socially aware,”

Name: Bryan Joel Lim Age: 15 School: Hai Seng Catholic School Favourite book: Screenburn by Charlie Brooker Favourite author: Stephen Fry

Bryan quips, “but are people willing to take up a cause and champion it?”

It’s not enough to know about what’s happening in society. It’s about being aware of what’s going on, then doing something about it. Social responsibility, to Bryan, isn’t just about going to welfare homes or donating money to the poor. It covers all parts of life and can be something that you feel very strongly about or have an interest in.

Social responsibility is something that everyone needs to be concerned about and take an active role in.

“If you keep shifting the responsibility, nothing is going to happen.”

All this pushing means the issue never gets resolved, so get out there and DO SOMETHING about it!

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Featured Author One of Bryan’s ways of taking an active part in society is by doing what he can to promote the local music scene. Currently on a mission to review every single local release in existence, he documents it all on a blog (www.singaporeal.blogspot.com) and the mission is well underway! His aim is to build public awareness of the range of local music available to Singaporeans so that we can support our local artistes.

“It is fundamentally human to share,” Bryan says. In the future, he wants to start up his own radio station promoting local music and keep the station advertisement-free.

A lot of these ideas stem from his upbringing, courtesy of his mother. To her, school is somewhere children can, apart from learning about English, Math and Science, learn to network and build friendships. This, in turn, will lead to good relationship skills that people can use when they start working. This unusual perspective is proof that the two of them are open to learning from all avenues; they believe that people should have the freedom to read and learn.

“You shouldn’t limit the spectrum of what children can see,” they insist. Of course, this is easier than it sounds, but children need to discern if the ideas are relevant or trustworthy. School can only provide so much textbook knowledge.

“I owe everything to my Mum,” Bryan says and you can see how filial and fiercely protective he is of her.

At this time of the year, it’s important to remember how important family is. For Bryan, his mum and younger brother Sean, Christmas is hectic, but it’s a time where the entire family (30 people in total) can get together and celebrate. There’s a sort of routine the family has – dinner on Christmas Eve carries on until midnight, where the whole family gathers around the tree and opens their presents after 6

well-wishes are exchanged.

To them, Christmas is about love and the spirit of giving. Here at YRC magazine, we can’t help but agree.Maybe it’s time we give a little something back to others.

Merry Christmas, everyone!

PROFILE

Siti Jaliah Jamal, 12 Pioneer Primary School Siti Jaliah developed a penchant for writing at a young age and Awakened from the Dead was the very first story she completed.

She described the experience,“The journey may be a long and tiring one but it will always give me a sense of accomplishment.� She was a merit prize winner in the Young Author Award 2009/10 national competition.

AWAKENED FROM THE DEAD

Setting: My room, ocupied by a

ghost named Cecilia My house: located near Alexander

Primary School Place: A thick forest and a

deserted island Victims: Me, Sandy; my victim,

Cecilia and my younger

sister, Amanda Action: Sandy bullying lots of people Climax: When Cecilia kidnapped

her younger sister, Amanda Ending: Cecilia forgives Sandy and

returns Amanda to her family Message: Do not do bad things as

revenge will come your way.

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Sandy, the Big Bully I sat down on the bench, waiting for my next victim. It was apt that at that very moment, I saw frail-looking Cecilia walking towards me.

Cecilia was the smallest girl in class. With her spectacles weighing down heavily on her nose and her unkempt hair tied loosely into a messy bun, she was the perfect candidate.

Everyone in school knew Cecilia as the poor, lonely girl with no friends.

She always sat by herself, ate by herself and even walked down the halls by herself. Her parents worked in a hawker center nearby and they lived in a small one-room apartment in the rat-infested neighbourhood of Towns-

ville.

“What a loser!” I thought to myself as I stood up and approached her, brimming with excitement. I was filled with energy to show her what power I had. “Give me all your money, Cecilia, or I’ll punch you!” I demanded menacingly.

“I haven’t got any money, Sandy,” she said, trembling like a leaf. I could see the fear in her eyes. As tears rolled down her cheeks, I felt empowered to bully her even more. “Give me your money, now!” I screamed, my fist only an inch away from her face.

Cecilia looked down, stricken. I knew she was aware that there was no escape for her. I took the chance and gave her a blow. It was so strong that it knocked her to the ground. Her face accidentally hit the bench and blood started to stain her face. After kicking her several times on the stomach, Cecilia slowly took out two dollars from her wallet and handed it to me. She was sobbing quietly.

It was only then that I was satisfied. Cecilia was an easy victim so I bullied her almost every day. I was not afraid of anything. After all, the

“Give me all your money, Cecilia, or I’ll punch you!” I shouted with rage.

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One day, however, I received a phone call. I was surprised to hear the principal on the other end of the line.

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teachers were unaware of the extent of my bullying as I made sure my victims did not expose my ways. To me, the sense of empowerment I got from harassing weaker students was worth the amount of hours spent after school staring at the whiteboard if I got caught.

Hitting weaker students and getting money from them everyday gave me satisfaction and happiness. I enjoyed being a big bully until an unforgettable incident shocked me to the core and changed my life forever.

The Confession My lovely mother was unaware that her daughter was a horrible school bully. She was completely clueless about the mean things I did since she never received any complaints or phone calls from my teachers and the victims’ parents.

One day, however, I received a phone call. I was surprised to hear the principal on the other end of the line.

In a solemn tone, she told me that Cecilia had died in a very tragic circumstance. I felt my heart drop to the floor.

“She’s dead?” I repeated, shellshocked. I was unable to come to terms with the fact that the girl I had bullied and kicked just the day before had died. The principal sighed and simply told me to say a prayer for Cecilia and her family.

I found out later from one of my friends that Cecilia took her own

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life and leapt from the 12 level of her building. I felt very uneasy and I couldn’t stop asking myself questions.

“Why did she do it? Did I have anything to do with this? Did she tell anyone I had bullied her before she died?”

These questions flooded my mind non-stop and I was consumed with guilt. It was the last straw for me. I felt trapped by my own conscience.

As I walked past my room with hands over my head, shoulders slouched and tears falling heavily, I heard Amanda call out to me.

“Sandy, are you ok?” she asked, her forehead wrinkled with worry. She looked at me with alarm.

I decided to confide to my little sister. Amanda had always been reliable. I trusted that she would not tell our mum about my predicament. I dragged my feet, walked slowly to her and slumped my body next to hers on the bed.

“What’s the matter?” she asked me again. “Huh…oh, nothing really…” I replied in an awkward tone. I had difficulty expressing myself. Bullying was not something to be proud of, especially if it led to Cecilia’s suicide.

“If you must know… I have been a bully in school for quite a long time. Remember those times I said I had CCA? I was lying. I was out picking on smaller and weaker students. I just learned that one of the girls I have been bullying took her own life,” I said, my voice low.

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I kept my eyes on the ground, refusing to look up at Amanda. My tears kept flowing. What example was I setting to her a big sister? I felt so guilty and ashamed.

Amanda’s jaw dropped open. She finally mustered the courage to speak.

In a very soft tone, she said, “It’s great that you’re finally telling the truth.” It was the first time I heard such disappointment in her voice. I knew she was unhappy and shocked beyond words by my revelation.

I felt completely hopeless. Cecilia was dead. I had a strong nagging feeling that I caused the pain and unbearable misery that led to her suicide. My loud sobs drowned my thoughts as I walked back to my room. It had been a terribly long day.

The Nightmare Begins That night, I was shocked by something unimaginable. At the foot of my bed, staring at me with blood-red eyes was Cecilia.

“But Cecilia is dead,” I thought to myself. My logic was at war with my feelings and it could not cope with what I was seeing. I closed my eyes, pinched myself and slapped my face, praying that it was all just a dream. To my horror, it really was Cecilia! She was floating above the ground, her messy hair flowing down her shoulders.

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For the first time in a very long time, I felt weak and powerless. “AHHH!!” I shouted.

“Why? Why are you shouting? I am just a ghost,” Cecilia said calmly.

“You do realise there’s something wrong with that sentence. There’s no such thing as a ghost,” I replied.

“But there is. There’s one in front of you. I guess you’re wondering what I am doing here. I want to take revenge,” she said with a dark look. “I want to you to know and feel the pain and the hell that you put me through!”

Her voice was so loud and strong, it sounded like thunder to my ears.

Cecilia grabbed my hand and…

“AHHHHH!” I shouted. I looked around me. My pink walls surrounded me. It was three in the morning. There was no ghost, no Cecilia. My pyjamas was soaked with sweat. I looked at my hands. I suddenly felt dirty and bloodstained. Haunted by my nightmare, I tried to go back to sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the image of Cecilia’s ghost.

A week passed by but my sleep did not get any better. I was haunted by the same nightmare over and over again every single night. I was falling sick due to frustration and lack of sleep.

“What can I do to make things better?” I kept asking myself but I knew it was too late. I had accidentally killed Cecilia. It was my fault that she had killed herself. The nightmares were unbearable and I was starting to hate my-

self more. I locked myself in my room with the lights switched off.

Suddenly, the lights came on.

My Poor Amanda “Sandy, Amanda’s gone! I looked everywhere for her – even in the basement!” my mother shouted, panic written all over her face.

“How is that possible? She was in bed!” I exclaimed in a shocked voice.

When I realised that she was not in her room, I decided to go out and look for her. I asked passer-bys if they had seen her and showed them her picture. My efforts proved to be futile. Nobody saw her.

My mother was devastated. She cried her eyes out all night. I felt no better. I found it hard to believe that Amanda ran away. She was far too sensible for that. I was on the brink of a breakdown – Cecilia’s death and Amanda’s disappearance – it was too much for me to handle. I needed answers.

I got it that very night when I went to bed. I received a mysterious phone call. “Hello,” I said hopefully, wishing with all my heart that it was someone with news about Amanda.

“Hello. Do you recognise me?”

The voice sounded familiar. It sounded like the girl I spoke to the night before, it sounded like… CECILIA. A shiver went down my spine.

“Is this Cecilia? Is Amanda with you?

Don’t harm my sister. I’m in the wrong, not her.” I tried to explain myself.

“I told you I wanted revenge but you didn’t believe me. This would show you what a ghost is capable of doing,” Cecilia threatened in a croaky voice.

“Sandy!!! Help me please!” I could hear Amanda’s voice in the background.

“Did you hear that? If you want her back, you need to walk past a forest in Bukit Timah. There, you will see a boat which has been charmed. It will bring you to a deserted island where you will have to find her by yourself,” Cecilia instructed.

Facing the Music I woke up in cold sweat. It was another nightmare! This time, it felt too real to be ignored. I mustered all the courage I had. “Amanda needs me!”

After a few minutes, I decided to save Amanda at all costs. I ran to my mum as fast as my legs could carry me.

She was in the living room, still sobbing.

“Mum, I have to tell you something. Do you remember when I told you that I was busy with my CCA? It was a lie. I was actually out bullying my schoolmates. Cecilia, the girl who died, was one of my victims and I think she’s taking her revenge on me through 23

My face turned blue as bubbles burst from my mouth.

My legs kicked about crazily.

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Amanda!” I confessed, shame-faced.

The honesty proved to be too much for my mother to take. Her face turned beetroot red with anger and she slapped me. “What?! How could you do something like that?” Mum shouted in rage.

“I know what I did was wrong and I regret it, Mum. I am really sorry. I wish I wasn’t mean to Cecilia. I promise you that I will save Amanda. I was told I had to travel to a deserted island.

It could take a few days. Mum, I need your blessings to go there and save her.

If I disappear too, please forgive me, Mum.” Tears welled up in my eyes.

Without waiting for my mother’s reply, I turned away and quickly packed my bag.

The Amazing Journey I went off to the dark forest. The deathly silence chilled me to the bone.

Along the way, I saw a helpless squirrel pinned under a big branch, squealing for help. Amanda’s face flashed in my mind. She was an animal lover and I knew she would try to save the squirrel if she were in my place.

With all my might, I lifted the big branch. The squirrel jumped to safety and scrambled up a tree. My eyes followed the squirrel and chanced upon a door in the bark of the tree. Curiously, I stepped inside.

My mouth dropped open at the

sight that greeted me – there were elves everywhere. They were dressed in shiny clothes, green and white. They saw me, took something which looked like sparkling dust and sprinkled it on me. In a blink of an eye, my dirty shoes and shirt looked brand new.

The elves grinned at me and I explained why I was there. “Here take this…” said one of the elves.

“What is this?” I asked as they placed the object on my hands. “This is a magic potion. Sprinkle some on the ghost and it will never bother you again.”

I thanked them profusely and set off. The oldest elf insisted on following me. I carried him and placed him in my pocket. After what seemed like an eternity, I spotted a boat at the edge of the forest. I boarded it as instructed in my dream.

Once seated, I took a telescope out of my backpack and started to look for an island. Water was swishing everywhere. A powerful wave crashed into the boat. It began rocking at a dizzying pace. Suddenly, the boat turned over.

My face turned blue as bubbles burst from my mouth. My legs kicked about crazily. The elf popped something round into his mouth and one into mine. I stopped choking. I swam to the surface, placed the elf in my pocket and swam to the deserted island lying at the distance. I lay down on the smooth sand, panting. I looked around and saw a cage.

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The Elf to the Rescue “Amanda, are you in there?” I called out.

“Sandy! Help me!” she wailed.

I looked around for a pick. I took my bobby pin, twisted it, put it in the lock and managed to unlock the cage. I ran in without a second thought. I saw Amanda sitting at a corner of the damp cage and hugged her tightly. “I’m so sorry!” I said, crying. We ran for the exit but it was too late! It was a trap set up by Cecilia. She tied Amanda and I to a piece of wood.

But this time, I knew what to do. I had my secret weapon- the elf!

When Cecilia disappeared, the kind elf hopped out and untied us. We took the wood and began digging a hole. After much effort, we succeeded in getting out.

Cecilia was standing the tip of the island. I begged her for forgiveness.

She was enraged. As the wind blew her long hair, we could see her bloodshot eyes and long scars on her face. The scars freaked me out. I knew I caused them.

“After all you have done, you expect me to forgive you?” Her fiery eyes looked directly into mine. With vengeance, she charged towards me.

“The magic potion! Sprinkle it now!” said the elf urgently. As fast as lightning, I followed the elf’s instruction. Cecilia screamed out loud. Suddenly, she was transformed into a small 26

girl. She fell on the sandy ground, motionless.

Summoning my courage, I slowly walked over to the frail-looking body.

“Cecilia, please forgive me,” I whispered. She opened her eyes resignedly and gave me a small nod. She disappeared into thin air.

“Rest in peace, Cecilia. I know you have forgiven me.” Tears of remorse, guilt and relief streamed down my face. I was full of mixed emotions.

The Hurtful Reality Amanda gave me a big hug. “Sandy, I know how painful it is to be bullied. I understand why Cecilia took her own life. Please, STOP being a bully!”

I hugged her back. I felt so bad that she had to suffer because of me. “I promise. I promise that I’ll never do it again,” I swore. I would never be able to forgive myself should anything happen to my dear sister. I glanced at the magic potion that was still in my hand.

“Thank goodness all went well,” I muttered.

“Use it to teleport home. It’s your reward for being a kind soul in saving the squirrel, even though you were in a hurry. That incident was a test,” said the elf. He disappeared into thin air. I never knew that such a simple gesture to help those in need would save us.

A Lesson Learnt We were teleported right to our doorstep. Our mother screamed in joy when she saw us and she hugged us so tightly we that we could hardly breathe. “I am so happy that you are both safe!”

“Let’s put this frightening episode behind us.” She led us to our bedroom.

“It must have been a tiring day for you

both. It’s best that you try to sleep.”

That night, I had a dream. This time, I saw Cecilia in a long white gown waving at me. She looked happy and at peace. I was happy for her too.

I promised myself that I would visit her grave from time to time. It was the least that I could do to show my sincerity and how sorry I was for everything. I would make sure that history would never repeat itself. I will never bully anyone again.

This time, I saw Cecilia in a long white gown waving at me.

She seemed satisfied and happy. I was happy for her too.

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“Knowledge is limited; but imagination encircles the world.” — Albert Eistein

With Christmas coming around the corner, we searched the ends of Singapore to find out what Selflessness meant to these two artists. Do you agree? Drop us an e-mail and let us know what you think!

Zachery Tan, 15, Bedok View Secondary School

Selflessness means the will and ability to sacrifice your own desires for the betterment of others; even if it means your glory.

Amanda Ng, 15, CHIJ St Theresa’s Convent Secondary School

It means giving up something to someone in need...even if you want it for yourself.

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