PASIR RIS SECONDARY SCHOOL ENGLISH LANGUAGE & LITERATURE DEPARTMENT
Foreword
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n an interview, Ellen Ferrante, the covert writer of the The Neapolitan Novels, reveals that the most pressing question for a writer has to do with the choice of words and how these words are strung together. “Without the right words, without long practice in putting them together, nothing comes out alive and true”. It is not just a matter of having a huge vault of vocabulary. What struck me about Ferrante’s words is the phrase ‘long practice’. Writing is a craft, in that if you spend time practising and honing it, you will become a better writer. You need to pay close attention to how you express yourself and whether upon reading your written work, your readers (be it your teachers or friends) understand what you are trying to convey. This process requires time and effort. With practice, you will also discover your personal voice. I am of the opinion that the best writers are the ones whose views on issues and life in general shine through the pieces that they write. The experience of reading such works is akin to getting to know the writer, and not just reading sterile, regurgitated ideas.
“I write to give myself strength. I write to be the characters that I am not. I write to explore all the the things I am afraid of.” – Joss Whedon Writing has always been my love. From the creative freedom of narrative writing to the structure and clarity of expositions, writing has been the means by which I have explored the deeper recesses of my thought process. Second to writing, my other great passion has been reading. Much in the same way that it allows me insight on how each writer perceives and explores given topics.
Enjoy reading our second issue of The Toast, and may this help you in your journey to becoming a more confident writer.
The second edition of The Toast presents within its pages, a compilation of essays from Pasirian writers. Through this collection, The Toast wishes our readers to study the nuances of creative and functional writing as well as to encourage other aspiring Pasirian authors to share their stories in future editions with the goal of growing proficient, articulate and confident writers in PRSS.
Best,
Please enjoy.
Mr Nazrul Rashidi B Mohd HOD/EL
Mr Marc Chong Editor
PASIR RIS SECONDARY SCHOOL
Independent Learners · Confident Leaders · Caring Citizens
CONTENTS A Warm Welcome My Cousin’s First Trip to Singapore A New Student, A New Friend Hosting a client in Singapore Welcome to Singapore! The Tale of an outsider A Time I felt left out The Outsider Let Him In Let them in Let her in Can Cyber-bullying be stopped ? Are celebrities a bad influence on the youth? Nature and modern Singapore
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A Warm Welcome
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was at the bus stop, in my new secondary school uniform, waiting for the bus to come. I was finally going to see my new school. Excited, I bounced up and down as I waited for the bus.
After a few minutes, I saw a girl with striking, bright blue eyes and blonde hair crossing the road with a man who I assume is her father, for they look like each other. The girl wore the exact same uniform as me, so she must be going to the same school. Than man pointed his finger towards me and the girl tuned her head to face me. She smiled when she realized that she was going to the same school as me. She walked over and held out her hand. “Hello, my name is Alice Jones. I am going to be in Class 1-2,” she said and I shook her hand. She is going to be in the same class as me! Alice has a very strong American accent. She must be from America and a Permanent Resident in Singapore. “Hi Alice, my name is Alison, nice to meet you,” I replied. I felt slightly awkward, talking to a foreigner I just met a few minutes ago. She was a stranger that I just met out of the blue. The bus arrived and we boarded the bus together. Alice said something that really shocked me. She said that she wanted to hear me talk about Singapore. ‘I guess I should welcome her,’ I thought to myself. “Singapore is a garden city and is environmentally friendly. She also maintains natural and heritage conversation programs. Singapore also has one of the world’s lowest crime rated. There are many popular attractions such as the Singapore Zoo, River Safari and Night Safari’” I said, feeling proud of Singapore. I continued as Alice had a curious look. “The Night Safari allows people to explore Asian, African and American animal habitats at night without any visible barrier between the guests and wildlife. Singapore also promotes racial harmony and helps those in need with charity and the community chest. Singapore is a really great country,” I smiled at Alice who had admiration written all over her face. “Could you bring me to the Night Safari? If you are free.” She asked sweetly. I nodded and she thanked me profusely. “You are the first Singaporean to welcome me, thank you Alison!” Alice said. I smiled, I was thankful that she got a warm welcome. Nothing is better than a welcome from someone who understands you.
1E3 - Charmaine Tan
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the tantalizing aroma from the kitchen had touched my nose. She thanked me many times for preparing her a meal wholeheartedly after the newly steamed tender and juicy chicken had reached her tastebuds. My cousin settled down and had some rest as we planned the schedule for the duration of her stay in Singapore. Being a foreigner in such a small but advanced country, she was exhilarated after learning that the places of attractions are all part of the schedule as her best friends had shared their astonishing experiences when they were exploring the country.
My Cousin’s First Trip to Singapore
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My plan has to work,’’ I told myself as I practised, for the third time, cooking a plate of chicken rice in preparation for a welcome lunch for my cousin who is visiting from the Land of the Free the following day. I could not contain my excitement. My favourite cousin is coming to visit. I had not seen her since I visited the United States two years ago.
At night, I decided to share the glorious beauty of Gardens by the Bay and Marina Bay Sands with my cousin. We had visited the various gardens at Gardens by the Bay like the Flower Dome, Cloud Forest and the Supertree Grove. Both my cousin and I were amazed and enthralled by the striking night view of these places. Next morning, the scorching beaming sun glared through the window, and I thought it was the best time to go for a vacation with my cousin to Sentosa. We packed up our stuff and took a taxi towards the popular island resort. Looking back, I was still not clear if that was an ample welcome for my cousin for her first trip to Singapore. However, she did enjoy her time here as my cousin had stated on Facebook that she had one of the most spectacular experiences in Singapore. Perhaps in the future, I will be able to provide someone who is a stranger to SIngapore with a much warmer, a much more endearing welcome.
1E3 - Gladys Chia
The light on the rice cooker shifted from ‘’cooking’’ to ‘’keep warm’’ as I finished steaming a small piece of chicken. I opened the lid of the rice cooker and was met with the fragrant aroma every Singaporean will recognise: The fragrant aroma of the iconic Singapore dish, chicken rice. I scooped up some rice and placed them on a plate with the steamed chicken. I tasted it and was finally satisfied with my own cooking. I was not sure if cooking lunch would be enough as a welcome for my cousin who is coming to Singapore for the first time, but I was confident the world’s greatest airport would provide a welcoming atmosphere. The next morning, I stepped into Changi Airport and headed to Terminal 3 to wait for my cousin. As I spotted my 28 year old cousin, who is so youthful that she could pass off as an 18 year old, I walked up to her and gave her a hug. After exchanging pleasantries with her commenting on how different and attractive Changi Airport is, from real life and pictures she had seen on the internet, we boarded the train home as we caught up with each other. As we put down the luggage and bags on the floor, I remembered that a plate of chicken rice was waiting for my cousin when
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A New Student, A New Friend
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he class was clamorous, waiting impatiently for the teacher to arrive. I was positive that my class was the noisiest in the entire level today. We were bounding with excitement, for it was our turn to do the values-in-action activities the school had planned for us. Finally, the teacher arrived, although the class took almost no notice of her, buzzing with energy. “Silence! Listen up!” Her shrill voice pierced the commotion in the room.
Relief flooded my veins. I gave her a tour around places that make Singapore, Singapore. I talked to her about the different traditions, cultures and religious beliefs that Singapore had. I told her that regardless of race or religion, we still put up with each other and respected each other deeply. Aasha was impressed and slightly intrigued. She informed me that she wanted to know more about how the citizens in Singapore could get on so harmoniously.
We grimaced, for she was a short tempered, old harridan whom we despised. She dug out a slip of paper and rattled of names, in groups or individually and what they had been assigned to do. I was on my own and my job was to introduce Singapore to a foreign exchange student named Aasha. I grew painfully aware of how this job was important. A little part of me was excited for the task ahead.
I showed her well-known spots that every Singaporeans are familiar with such as hawker centers, where people flock for food, and void decks where neighbours gather to gossip and catch up. She was especially curious about how we could live in a single flat, shared by so many. We spent hours talking, and she told me stories about the way she lived back at Somalia, which I had found very interesting. At the end of the day, we became friends and she was excited to know more about Singapore. I was assured that I had done a great job and I had also made a new friend.
The day after was blistering hot. The heat made my tune turn a little sour. Nevertheless, I was determined to do this task well. The control tower loomed ahead and I grew jumpy. ‘What if Aasha was mean? What if..’ Negative thoughts raced around my head and I shook them away. I told myself to keep positive. Aasha was waiting for me at the arrival hall. “Aasha! Aasha, right?” I asked and she nodded, as I motioned for her to follow me. Aasha was very pretty. She had tanned skin, milk white teeth and hair darker than the deepest night. She had an impossibly smooth and creamy voice too. First thing on the list was a tour around the ‘Garden City.’ Aasha came from Somalia, and lived near the rural part of the country. She had never seen the busy life of the city. Like the way the roads were jammed with vehicles of all types, the lights that shone brightly at night. I planned to make Aasha feel as comfortable as she could. I hoped that she would not feel overwhelmed with all the things going on in a city. “City life is busy. It’s noisy too, but I like it.” Aasha remarked, her mouth set in a small smile.
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1E3 - Nurkhalisah Insyirah
Hosting a client in Singapore
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ingapore, also known as the Garden City, is a beautiful island full of trees and people with a rich culture and history. On the 9th of August 1965, Singapore became independent and there were lots of rough times during the first few years of the independence but Singapore was able to overcome the challenges. As a tour guide, my job is to ensure that tourists who come to Singapore gets to better understand our culture and have a wonderful stay. At Changi Airport, I picked up my client, Caspar, and drove him to his hotel to settle down and have some rest as I knew he was exhausted after the flight from South Africa; which goes to show how far one is willing to travel to come and visit Singapore for a couple of days. On the second day of Caspar’s visit, I waited for him at Starbucks Coffee located at Clark Quay to have our breakfast. After breakfast, I decided to bring Caspar to Marina Bay Sands Resort and we hopped onto the Singapore Flyer. The Singapore Flyer was officially opened in 2008 and it is also the tallest Ferris wheel in the entire world standing up to an astonishing 165 meters. As the Singapore flyer slowly rotates, our carrier slowly ascended and in a few moments, we could see the Singapore landscape which was jaw-dropping, the scenery was beautiful and the weather was perfect. I felt like I was in a paradise full of buildings that were intelligently designed and built. Not long after the Ferris wheel ride, I brought Caspar to the Universal Studios Singapore. As soon as we set foot into Universal Studios Singapore, we were surrounded by roller coaster rides and
merchandise stalls, I also bought Caspar a premium pass so that we would not need to wait in long queues. It was a very satisfying experience to sit on so many roller coasters and my favourite was the cyclone ride that has turns and twist that makes you feel like a rag-doll being thrown around. Caspar’s favourite ride was the mummy ride, a roller coaster ride in the dark with a spooky story unravelling as you are being tossed around in this roller coaster ride! As the sun set, I was ready to take Caspar to his final destination of this tour. I wanted to give Caspar a pleasant surprise so I blindfolded him and brought him to the one and only Gardens by the Bay. As the suspense built up, I carefully walked him to one of the super trees and removed his blindfold. His legs stood rooted to the ground and his jaw-dropped. He was stunned by the fascinating plants and super trees he was surrounded with. We spent the rest of the night walking through the giant garden and around 10, it was time we part. Caspar wanted to give me a huge amount of tip but I refused to accept it as serving him was my job and it was not right to get extra credit for it. After the years of experience being a tour guide, Caspar’s visit was the most memorable one. It is my pride and honour to be a tour guide and past on Singapore’s history to the people around us.
1E4 - Yu Chen
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Welcome to Singapore!
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i there it’s Janine! It gives me great pleasure to be your host and thank you for choosing my place to live in. May I know what you want out of your trip, so that I will know how to help you better?
Here in Singapore, there are many great places to eat but be sure to visit the hawker centres. They are open air complexes that house many food stalls which sell a wide variety of really affordable food! They are mostly found near public housing estates. You should try the Hainanese Chicken Rice. It is one of my favourite dishes in a hawker centre. It is basically roasted chicken that is served with fragrant rice topped with garlic chilli sauce and dark soy sauce. There are also food courts located in the shopping malls. They are similar to hawker centres but they are indoor and air-conditioned. I will send you a link with a list of local famous food that you should try. Do you love to shop? You should visit Bugis Street. It is a street crammed with inexpensive clothes, shoes, accessories and bags. It is also a perfect place if you want to have a haircut or a manicure. There are also many food stalls which sell hot piping food or refreshing fruit shakes that are perfect for the tropical weather in Singapore. Another ideal place for shopping is Haji Lane. Your local shopping trip in Singapore would not be complete without stopping at this much beloved narrow alley. You will find quality bargains through the dozens of trendy and vintage stores. The place also has a very fun and upbeat atmosphere and is actually a really great place for taking photographs with the colourful background and artistic wall graffiti. Lastly, you should visit some famous tourist destinations like Fort Canning Park. It was built in 1859 and is an iconic hilltop landmark that has witnessed many of Singapore’s historical milestones. There are many ancient artefacts for history buffs, outdoor lawns for concerts and you would also enjoy the greenery there. Gardens By The Bay is also an ideal place for escaping the city’s bustle for the moment you have seen the beautifully designed green space, perhaps you will not be able to stay away. This is because you will surely appreciate the vibrant plant life and be attracted by the world’s tallest indoor waterfall. You will definitely learn about plant biodiversity. Another must-see on Sentosa Island is Singapore’s famous statue, the Merlion,
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a mythical symbol of Singapore which has a head of a lion derived from the country’s original name, Singapura, which means Lion City in Malay and a body of a fish which represents our humble beginning as a small fishing village. There are also many recreational and water activities that you can enjoy in Sentosa. I hope I have helped you. Hope you will enjoy your trip in Singapore!
1E6 Janine Reyes
The Tale of an outsider
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stepped into the murmuring crowd. As I drew closer, I could feel every eye on me. Self-conscious, I brushed down my rumpled shirt and smoothed my unruly hair. As I passed several people, I caught snatches of their conversation.
grew wilder and fiercer with each second and whipped my hair around my face. To my utmost horror, the wind began pulling and tugging at my clothes line! I ran to save it but suddenly the wind gave a mighty tug and my line disappeared into the sky.
“How untidy!’ “Just look at his clothes!” I could feel the scorn of their eyes as they stared at me. It’s just not fair, I thought.
“No!” I yelled, but before I could scream another word. The floodgates opened and rain poured down!
Why do they have to stare at me just because I’m not one of them? I took a deep breath and willed myself not to sink into the ground. I began walking faster, faster, and soon passed the townspeople. Shifting the weight of the heavy pack on my shoulders, my breath caught as I took in the surroundings that greeted me. Quaint, old cottages dotted the landscape. Sunlight filtered through hedges as they swayed in the breeze. This was different, different from the awkwardness and hostility from the crowd. The place looked warm and inviting. Strolling down rows and rows of houses, I suddenly found a little cottage right in the middle of an open, windswept field. And it was empty. I placed my hand on the doorknob and hesitated. This didn’t feel like home. But I desperately needed a place to stay if I was going to live here permanently. So I twisted the knob, opened the door and went in. I liked the cottage immediately. It was spacious, much more spacious than my old home before migrating here. The windows let in abundant sunlight that filled every nook and cranny. I dumped my bags on the ground and began to unpack. But as I unpacked, the house suddenly felt different. It looked darker than it was before and only patches of sunlight showed here and there. I looked up and saw the people peering through my windows! I was outraged. How dare they pry and poke around! But I noticed something else too. They made sounds of dissent as they looked through the windows. They clicked their tongues when they saw my goods. And most of all, they were whispering. I had a feeling that they were gossiping about me and anger surged through me. “What do you want?” I snapped. No one replied but they slowly dispersed. I sank down onto the floor. Was this how my life was going to be for me here? To live as an outsider with everyone looking down on you? I truly hoped that they would change their minds. I lived my next few days in peace. To my relief, no one else looked at me strangely as I set about doing my chores. As I hung my laundry out in the sun to dry I realised how windy it suddenly was. The wind
I had never seen such a heavy downpour in my life as the rain lashed down and thunder roared deafeningly in the sky. Lightning flashed every now and then and before I realised it, I was soaked to the skin! I ran back inside and sank down, panting. It rained for almost the whole day until the storm finally died away. I heaved a sigh of relief as I could continue with my jobs. I picked up the water bucket and went down to the river. Imagine the shock and horror on my face the as I saw the river! The usually calm and stationary water now swelled until it overflowed the riverbank. The thunderstorm must have increased the water level to this. As I was about to turn tail and go back, my sharp ears caught sound of a distant wail. I stood stock still, thinking I must have mistaken when I heard it again. It sounder quite distinct now. I turned back and scanned the area. I caught sight of a bundle on the edge of the river. As I stepped closer for a better look, I saw that it was a baby boy! I wondered how the mother could have forgotten about him. I picked him up and noticed that he had been soaked dreadfully and he was now crying pitifully. I took him into my arms and he cuddled against me. He looked up at me with his big brown eyes and gave me a toothless smile. I turned and walked back to the town. Once I arrived, I searched for the mother. After a long time, I saw a frantic woman running about and tears streaming down her face. I immediately went up to her and asked, “Madam, have you lost your baby?” She looked at the bundle in my arms and gave a squeal; she snatched it out of my hands. “Did you find him? She asked me pointedly. “Yes I did! He was at the edge of the river-“ “Why didn’t you rescue him earlier? Look at him, he’s so frightened! I was so worried…” She gazed coldly at me and said, “No thanks to you.” and left. I was stunned. How rude was that? I sighed and returned home. Once an outsider, always an outsider.
2E4 - Grace Oo
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A Time I felt left out
sighed aloud as I looked out of the window from where I was sitting. Tiny drop of rain fell gracefully as people of all ages were rushing back to the comfort of their homes. Feeling snug at my cozy seat in my favourite café, I watched the scene before me. I always enjoyed coming to this café to think, relax or even do my assignments. Actually that was one of the reasons I was in the café. I was given a written assignment to complete by the end of the day. Another reason was that I had a date with my good friend, Raha. We had agreed to meet up for coffee and catch up with each other as we had been too busy with school since the start of the year. I looked out of the window again. Raha wasn’t here yet as she had an urgent matter to attend to and so she would be late. My mind was empty and I could not recall any memorable events. I looked out and saw a girl in a yellow raincoat, walking with her hands in her pockets. She was walking behind a group of girls who were talking amongst themselves, oblivious to her presence. That episode brought back memories that happened a few years ago when I was in Primary Six. I grabbed my pen as the memory became vivid in my mind. I remembered how awkward and nervous I felt in my blue uniform as I strode along the corridor to my classroom. That year was important for me as I was taking my Primary School Leaving Examinations (PSLE). I told myself not to be distracted and to focus in my studies. I calmed my nervousness and stepped into my new class. For the first time in my primary school life, I was actually nervous about my new class. “Will I be alone?” I thought. I shrugged that thought off when a stranger approached me. I made a new friend - Raha. We talked and found some common interests. We got to know a few other friends in the class. Just then, I saw a group of Malay girls. There were five of them. I befriended them and soon grew attached to them. They were friendly to me and I started hanging out with them more. My friend, Raha, told me to be careful and not to give them any personal information as they might use it against me. I was naïve and blinded by their friendly acts so I didn’t listen to Raha. I told her she was jealous and selfish to keep me as her friend, not allowing me to be friends with others. We fought over it and decided to severe our friendship. I talked to my group of Malay friends about the situation and they comforted me. I grew more and more attached to them as the days went by. One day, we decided to play truth or dare. I played it and soon regretted telling them my secrets. By the look on their faces, I knew they were judging me. After that day, they started avoiding me. I often stood quietly alone as they talked amongst themselves. Soon enough, my other classmates started to ignore me too. Many would also end our conversations
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quickly or snubbed me when they worked with me on group projects. I ended up alone and scared. I started to lose focus in class. I did not know who to approach. I did not want to approach my teachers as I did not want to be victimized again as I was afraid the girls would further discriminate me. If I were to approach Raha, she would probably rub salt into my wound. Feeling helpless, I fell into the state of depression. I started to lose interest in my studies and began failing my tests and examinations. My parents lectured me on how important that year was to me. They did not know they were giving me more stress. There was once I snapped at my parents and hurt them. Realizing what I did, I felt guilty and started to shut them off too. In addition, my sister was in her first year in secondary school and thus my parents were giving her more attention. I didn’t look forward to going to school anymore. I would dread every new morning and drag myself to school. I couldn’t eat much or even
find the courage to talk to anyone in class. My teachers were worried about me. They wondered what had happened to that cheerful and bubbly girl. I couldn’t face them. Some of my classmates tried to talk to me but I shut them out. Seeing that my condition was getting worst, I tried to take action. However, I fell sick for the next few weeks and I still forced myself to go to school. Then, one day when I went to school, Raha ran towards me and hugged me. Taken aback by her gesture, it took me a few moments to hug her back. Breaking into tears, I poured out my emotions that I had bottled up for a long time. She pulled away and said, “Zulafiq told me everything. Why didn’t you approach me?” I looked behind her and saw my cheeky classmate who sat beside me walking towards us. “I am really worried about you, Sheikha. You need help,” he said as he gave me a concerned look. I missed one lesson that day so that I could meet the school’s counsellor. I started to feel more confident and the scars started to heal. I became friendlier to my class. My teacher and even my parents were happy to see the change. I began to catch up in my studies and
soon I was passing my tests. I ended up being the second in my class for my PSLE. The girls I used to be friends with apologized to me too. I wanted to forgive them but felt it was difficult. I told them it would time for me to forgive them. We hugged and bade one another goodbye. My friend, Raha was in fourth position in class ranking. She was waiting with Zulafiq to celebrate our victory together. We had ice-cream that day. Real friends are those who stay and will help you no matter what. I closed my book and sighed contently. I looked up and saw my friend walking towards me panting. “Did you run?” I asked. “What do you expect? I am already late and didn’t want to be even later,” she replied, trying to catch her breath. “Have a seat Raha,” I patted the seat next to me. She sat down and saw my assignment. “What were you writing, Sheikha?” asked Raha. I giggled, ”An old memory.”
2A1- Sheikha Eng 11
The Outsider
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Why did you do it?” Ryan asked seriously.
“You have got to be a little more specific,” Katlyn replied trying to dodge the subject. “Going to school every day with that fat suit on, getting heckled by god knows how many students -”
cup of coffee she was holding and sat down. Dina started talking to her, striking up a conversation with Katlyn. Katlyn was getting nervous, she was not a social type of person, she preferred being on her own, Ryan being the exception. During the conversation, all Katlyn could do was nod her head. She could feel her palms starting to sweat. Finally after what seemed like a million years, it was four o’clock. She abruptly stood up from her seat, packed her work into her bag. Finishing her coffee and hurried home.
“I told you I’ve got my –” Katlyn interrupted “It is like you enjoy being humiliated.” Ryan continued ignoring her “Would you shut it already?” Katlyn fought back, feeling a little agitated, “ I told you I’ve got my reasons.” The ride to the café was quiet, faint music from the radio and the traffic were the only sounds filling up the silence. Katlyn looked at her own reflection from the rearview mirror, her hazel eyes staring back at her as she drowned into her own thoughts. Finally, after ten minutes , they had reached the café. Ryan dropped her off and drove back to school for baseball practice. “Clink!” the bells on the door jingled. The smell of caffeine was strong but relaxing to Katlyn. She let her eyes scan the familiar surroundings, smiling she saw that her usual seat was not taken and wobbled towards it. After she had ordered her usual, she started doing her school work. She had barely started on the first question, when she heard the bells ‘clinking’ profusely. As a group of rowdy teenagers from the school she goes to. Coincidently, they were her classmates. The ones that makes her dread going to school. “Katlyn!” one of them shouted across the café. She ignored them. Seeing that she was not responding to their calls. They started shouting filthy names. No one should ever be called, across the small café directing them to her. “Who are you calling a whore?” a high-pitched voice shouted back at them. Shocked, Katlyn looked back, to see who that voice belonged to. Strangely enough, it was Dina, she was wearing a brown apron and carrying Katlyn’s cup of coffee. Katlyn could not understand why Dina was defending her in front of her clique. Dina put down that
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That next Friday, Katlyn went to her usual place, Dina was there too. Serving a customer. Just like the previous week, Dina served her, her order and starting talking to Katlyn, trying to break down the walls. Slowly, week after week, Katlyn starting opening up. Not all at once, but bit by bit. Katlyn battled with her own thoughts, she felt very conflicted. This was a new experience, one she knew would change the way she looked at people. She was very conservative, did not know if she wanted to trust Dina and form a new friendship, moreover Dina was one them. After thinking about this long and hard, Katlyn decided to give this a try. She wanted to know where this would lead her to. One afternoon, she told Dina about her fat suit. She was in her fat suit then, she told Dina the reason why she did that. That she was not proud of her body, she wanted to hide it. How insecure she was about herself. Telling Dina what made her this way. Everything. However, the reaction Katlyn got after this was heart wrenching, Dina started to laugh. Laughing at how stupid Katlyn was. Instead of trying to understand Katlyn, Dina made her feel bad. Made her regret the decision of trusting her. Katlyn should have treated Dina as an outsider, but she did not. Feeling disappointed and betrayed, Katlyn packed her bag, she ran for the door with tears streaming down her cheeks. “Clink!” was the last thing she heard, she did not even see the car speeding towards her.
2E4 - Jamie Tung
Let Him In
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hy is he even here? My father, dressing so formally, with a suit and a tie, stood at my doorstep. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he looks at me. He went down on his knees. A part of me wanted to help him up, but I stood there, rooted to the ground. My mother came out of the kitchen. She stared at him, shocked. Tears start to roll down her cheeks too. My father looked at me, raising his hand to touch my skin. I felt his warm hands touched my face and I stepped back. He had had hurt me and my mother too deeply. Remembering the day he came home with that woman. She had blonde hair, thick make-up and a crop-top with a short skirt. I remembered my mother, seeing that woman holding my father’s hands, flew into a rage. Pots and pans flew everywhere. I was little them and did not really understand what was happening. I was terrified. I ran up to my room and locked the door. Shouts were heard. I covered my ears, tears rolling down my cheeks. After what seems like eternity, the shouting stopped. I walked down slowly. The house was in a mess, clothes, pots, pans and shoes were everywhere. My poor mother was sitting at a corner all by herself, sobbing. I ran to her and hugged her tightly, and we cried, and cried, and cried. I remembered him coming to us again. This time, two little girls followed. Twins. My mother was never the same after that day. She invited them in, served them some freshly cut fruits and chilled drinks. I looked at that woman and cringed in disgust. How can my mother is still able to keep her smile on her face? I heard that my
father would be moving to our place for a while as his house was under renovation. It was a complete disaster. I know that woman hated me. I was not allowed to touch her twins, stay up at night, play any violent games or change the channel when her ‘darlings’ were watching the television. I had enough. I shouted at her. I could not stand staying with someone who broke my family apart. I raged. I took a knife from the kitchen and tried to stab her, but my father stopped me. He snatched the knife from me and slapped me in the face. I ran. Tears streamed down my eyes. I just ran. They left soon after that and they ever came back for a long time. He never came back. Until now. There he is, kneeling at the doorstep. My mother and tried to help him up, but he resisted and stayed there. “I know I am in the wrong. I know I caused you a lot of pain. She left me. I lost her……but I have not lost everything. Will you give me another chance, another chance to mend my mistakes, mend both of your lives?’ he whispered. My mother looked at me with pleading eyes. I looked at my father, the man who caused me so much sadness, anger, pain and depression, now wants to come back? Will he actually change for the better, or will he hurt as again? Should I, let him in?
2E4- Ignatus Lim
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Let Them In Please Joey! I beg of you!”
“Stop! I need some time to think! Please leave,” I cried as I slammed the door in her face. I slid down the door and placed my tear-stained face into my shaky hands as I tried to comprehend the unexpected event that happened to me… I am Joey, a 14 year old girl. I was single-handedly brought up by my loving father. He had jet black hair and plain brown eyes. He was the sole breadwinner for the family ever since my biological mother left us for reasons unknown to me. I was 5 at that time. I could barely remember how she looked like but I had a rough idea. She had sandy blonde hair and magnificent sky blue eyes which I had inherited. Although my father had to work multiple jobs, he could still barely provide for us both. He worked low-paying odd jobs all day but he always made time for me, no matter what and I admired him for that and gave him my utmost respect. “Joey, are you awake yet?” I heard the familiar voice of my father and the creaking of the door as he slowly pushed it open. I sat up and rubbed my blurry eyes as I saw my father sit on my bed. “Hey Joey…” he started, ”I know that today is Saturday and I really do hope to spend some quality time with you but my company called me to fill in for someone. I hope you can understand kiddo.” My heart sank a little. I was really looking forward to spend some time with my father but nevertheless, I gave him a sad smile and nodded slightly and watched as he returned the gesture. He then proceeded to pat my head and walked out of the room. I walked out into the living room shortly after only to be jump as I suddenly heard my father yell, “Goodbye kiddo! See you later!” “Bye Dad! Come home safely!” I replied, waving my hand at him. He simply turned to look at me and gave me a swift nod and left the door of our HDB flat. All alone now I thought to myself. Homework it is. I quickly gathered all my homework and sat down at the dining room table but before I could even pick up my pen, the doorbell rang. I stood up and walked over to the door slowly opening it, a door-todoor salesman was standing outside but I simply had no time for this so I said to him in a monotone voice, “Sorry, I’m not interested,” as I closed the door behind me. This happened about two more times and by the third time, I knew I had had enough. I was beyond irritated. I stormed over to the door and swung it open with force. In an
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attempt to calm myself down, I took a deep breath as I repeated the dread line. Before I could even close the door, a hand held the door open as an all too familiar voice was heard. “Wait.” I know that voice but I just couldn’t put a finger on it. I opened the door wearily as I came face to face with the woman whom I’ve learned to hate all my life. The one who shattered my dreams of having a complete family, my mother. The same sandy blonde hair and ran halfway down her back the same sky blue eyes but this time it looked dull and hollow. A huge wave of emotions came crashing down. I felt a tinge of happiness, I stayed hopeful that maybe she wanted to reunite but then my eyes travelled down a few inches to see a young girl, about 4 years old. She had the same sandy blo9nde hair as my mother but her eyes were an emerald green colour and held so much innocence. Her pale and skinny complexion had bruises all over them. Anger, hatred, betrayal and confusion took over my mind. “What do you want?” I spat at the poor excuse of a mother that stood before me, glaring daggers at her. She flinched at my sudden tone but quickly covered it with a weak smile. “Is you father home?”
handwriting and was slightly stained with what I assumed was my mother’s tears. I thought to myself. Should I really forgive her? Should I let the woman who crushed my dreams of having a complete family be the one to fix it? She had a daughter and I couldn’t possibly put her through the struggles of being raised by a single-parent could I? She was so young and innocent. She was done nothing wrong to deserve this unfair punishment that God had bestowed upon her. But, I couldn’t just forgive my mother like that, could I? It was then I decided to ask my father about this issue. “Hey kiddo!” my father said as he opened the door, a huge grin planted on his middle-aged face. I gave him a small nod and a weak smile to acknowledge his greeting. He sensed that something was amiss as his grin was quickly replaced with a concerned look. “What’s wrong?” I simply handed him the note, trying to fight back the tears as I whispered, “Mommy came to visit today.” He proceeded to ask me to tell him everything as he read the small note.
“No and why, if you don’t mind me asking,” I questioned, venom lacing my voice. Her weak smile immediately vanished as her eyes started to water.
“And that’s what happened,” I said. My face was once again stained with tears and my father was patting my back to comfort me.
“I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done. I wish to reunite both our families. Please forgive me,” she whimpered, tears threatening to spill at any moment.
“Well..,” he started, “I do think that we should agree. Even though she had made a mistake in the past, doesn’t mean that she can’t change,” he ended, a small smile on his face.
“Sorry does not solve anything! You can’t just abandon us and then expect us to forgive you. You would’ve at least thought that we may have hated you!” I shouted, tears streaming down my face, my fists clenched till they turned white.
I thought about his words over and over. He was right. I smiled at him and nodded as he walked over to pick up the phone.
“I know but please do consider. Please Joey, for my daughter!” her voice cracked as she tried to hold back her tears. “I don’t know…” I muttered under my breath. “Please Joey, I beg of you!”
It has been two days now, my mother and step-sister have just moved in. Although there was still a little tension between me and my mother, I could see us getting along in the future. I really loved my new family. It was complete. Something I thought I would never have. But then again, miracles do happen because we let them in
2E6 - Jolene Ng
“Stop! I need some time to think! Please leave,” I cried as I swung the door shut. Here I am now, back against the door. I could hear the banging and pleading cries of my mother from the other side. Not long after, the noises stopped. I felt a small poke on my back as I turned around to see a small note that read, “Please call me at 9857 3698. Please consider.” It was written in a neat
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Goodbye, Eleanor. I guess I should be going now.” Dad’s booming voice echoed in the dining room.
“Okay, have a safe trip.” I replied nonchalantly. I realised that I had said the same phrase almost every morning and I had to admit that I was getting sick of it. As Dad headed out the door, my eyes fleeted across her face. She has brown, wavy hair, tied up in a ponytail. She has a fair tone of skin. Her lips were pursed. Her thick eyebrows formed a deep furrow. Despite all those great looks on her, there is only one exception. Only one, obvious exception. Her eyes. Her eyes held a lot of meaning in them and one obvious meaning was animosity. I could imagine seeing an immense flame, burning ever so brightly as she glared at me. Being the timid I was, I cowered in fear. The devil, eyed me from the tip of my black, coal hair until the end of my tippy toes from the dining table. The devil who sat in front of me, was none other than Vernice, my stepmother. “Well, what are you waiting for? Clean up and wash up the plates, then!” She sneered. I responded to her command by doing so. Despite my wrinkled fingers from an intense dishwashing experience, I continued. Although it hurts so much, I accepted the fate that Vernice is my stepmother and someday, things would change. People change. I recalled the moments back then when my actual mom was around. Everything used to be different in the past, but now, it changed but from good to bad. I am Eleanor. My mom left me when I was at a young age. My mom was diagnosed with cancer and had passed on. At the start, I could not hold myself as I had just lost a loved one. I knew for sure, that she
was going to a better place. Things were not going too well as my dad, who was a workaholic, does not make time for me. To him, work is more important than his loved ones. During my mom’s loss, he was speechless as guilt flowed in him because he was not there for his own wife when she passed on. The only thing that my mom wished for was Dad, to be by her side, but he didn’t. As a result, I hated him so much. Things went from bad to worse when Dad brought a new wife into his life. I still remembered, the day she stepped into this house, my impression towards her was that she was devoted to be a good caretaker to me. I thought she was able to fill the empty spaces in my heart with her love, care and concern. I was looking forward to our mother and daughter relationship although she may be my new mom, a stepmother. I thought she could piece all the broken pieces up, to be a small and happy family like the old times. I was wrong. I felt angry at myself for trusting such person in the first place. She was in fact, a wolf under a sheep’s clothing. All I want to do was to escape. Through her stay with us, all I experienced was torture. Vernice hated me so much that she vented out her anger by abusing me, all the time. I have no idea why I deserve the hate and what’s going on in the mad brain of hers to give me treatment this way.
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On one particular day, I was mopping the floor when Vernice came down the steps to check what’s going on, whether I am carrying out my tasks well. She was particularly moody today as her wavy, brown hair was strewn all over her face and her lips formed a devious scowl. As her eyes wavered over to me, I swear I could see lightning in them. My heart did a triple somersault when I heard the clanging and banging of pots from the kitchen. My feet stood rooted to the ground as the deadly atmosphere around me was killing myself. Out of a sudden, the noise paused as loud wails combined with a sob, echoed from the kitchen. Curiosity piqued in me as I headed slowly to the direction of the kitchen. As I proceeded into the kitchen, I gawped at an unexpected sight. All I saw was a hopeless Vernice. Her lips let out a soft, exasperated sigh. Her grim hands were firmly intact with her knee as they were brought up close to her frail body, leaning against a kitchen cabinet. As she acknowledged my presence, with just a small glance, I witnessed her eyes. Her eyes no longer hold any meaning of hatred. The dark effect she had on me was all gone. I recognised the meaning of hopelessness and resentment in her deep eyes and a tingling sensation occurred to me. A feeling I could not predict. It struck my inner self that she needs love and needs to be loved. After a few trials of endless confrontations, I finally knew the truth. It struck deep within me as I realised how stupid I was to hate her just
because of her cruel treatment against me. There was more beyond all the torture. It was a dark history. Vernice used to have a happy and undisturbed family that I used to have. She had a loving husband and a daughter she treasured so much that she will risk her own life. On one unfortunate day, the three of them got into a car accident. Vernice suffered from depression. She felt useless and sorrowful. The day she thought she could make a better change to have a new family, currently us, she made a mistake. Coincidentally, I had a similar face to her late daughter and she now knew that my dad was a workaholic who only cares about the importance of work rather than family. Every time she saw me, she would be reminded about her daughter when she doesn’t want to recall the dark memories of the past. She kept all her feelings bottled up in her, but now, it was all revealed through her act of giving in to share with me all her life experiences. It turns out, she was acting really in no control of herself as today was the day of the accident. I could feel warmth radiating as our bodies were in contact with each other. My head, snuggled up to her warm back as she rubbed circling motions on my back. Without thinking, a sincere smile crept up to my lips. An unforeseen expectation struck my mind. To let her in. I did. It was impossible, but it did happened.
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connections, people can easily access the internet with a simple tap or click, making it easier for both the bully and the victim as well. Also, the breath of the internet and how far reaching it can be also means that cyber-bullying cannot be prevented. There are an uncountable number of social networking accounts on the internet created for an equally numerous variety of reasons. Thus, creating an anonymous account can be easily done with a few clicks, thereby allowing cyber-bullies can easily use these accounts to harass a person. The victim would therefore have no clue or idea the identity of his or her assailant and it would become even more difficult to get help. This shows that as long as society has access to the Internet, such things will continue to happen. Another cause of cyber-bullying is the character and attitude of elements of modern society or - The Internet Troll. Internet trolls are typified as people who go on line with the specific intention of harassing or causing distress to other Internet users. As long as Internet users like these continue to bully others, the vicious cycle of cyber-bullying will never end as people who are cyber-bullied will in turn be more likely become cyber-bullies themselves.
Can Cyber-bullying be stopped ?
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yber-bullying has been a big issue for many people regardless of age due to the increased ease and convenience of connecting to social networking sites ever since the creation of better internet access. The effects of cyber-bullying have proved to be devastating, resulting in depression and emotional distress in most cases, and suicidal acts in the most extreme case of cyber-bullying. Cyberbullying is where the act occurs on the Internet, and the victim may get harassed or insulted by other people through comments, pictures or videos. Research has shown that the effects of cyber-bullying are much worse compared to bullying due to the increasing connectivity of society through the a great advancement in technology. Therefore, it has become one of the most discussed issue for many communities and has a greater impact and importance to people who surf the net. The developments in technology have helped to increase the spread of cyber-bullying and have made cyber-bullying a common thing for internet users. With the invention of better smartphones with better capabilities, people have even easier access to social networking sites such as ‘Facebook’ or ‘Twitter’, as well as online chat applications like ‘Whatsapp’ or ‘Wechat’. This sites or applications help to provide a platform for interacting and communication with others from long distances, and thus increases the chances of cyber bullying. For example, a person can be anywhere around the world and can access these sites. All they need would be internet access and a device that would be capable of roaming. This makes it easier for people to type an insulting comment or post a picture targeted at another person. Also, with the additional development of ‘Wi-fi’ and ‘3G’ and ‘4G’
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Therefore, cyber-bullying is becoming increasingly common as technology continues to advance and cannot be prevented as long as there are people who are bent on leveraging on social media and networking sites to harassing and bullying others.
3E7 - Sherwin Lee Le Jie
Are celebrities a bad influence on the youth?
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e are living in a world that is filled with millions of individuals. Out of the millions of people on earth, some are glamorised by the media, and are known as celebrities – icons of the film, music, and fashion industry. These celebrities live luxurious lifestyles, and are known by millions of people across the globe. Many of these celebrities, however, fail to adhere to the enormous amount of responsibility that they have in their hands. Many of them live lifestyles full of vice and irresponsibility. If celebrities are such a big influence to the general populace, how do they affect the lives of normal individuals, like you and me? Firstly, celebrities glamorise vice and unruly behaviour. With the immense amount of wealth at their disposal, coupled with extreme fame, celebrities often turn degenerate. Being famous can be very tiring. Almost all the time, the world’s eyes are on you, judging every single aspect of yourself from what you say to what you wear. Stepping outside their house, celebrities would find themselves assaulted by paparazzi and crazed fans. With such a large amount of pressure acting upon celebrities, they often turn to vices such as drugs to relieve their stress. Taking part in vices, however, should not be practiced by celebrities. It glamorises an unhealthy lifestyle, influencing young people all over the world to do the same, because if their idol takes drugs, what’s wrong with them taking drugs as well? Take Justin Bieber for example. Under the pressure of immense fame, Justin succumbed to drugs. He has also recently been caught for illegal driving. Many celebrities, like Justin, fail to live up to the responsibilities of being a looked up to by their fans, as they have the power to influence the actions of many teens across the world. Celebrities also propagate unrealistic lifestyles. Many celebrities live in huge mansions, drive luxurious sports cares, and live lives that seem almost perfect. Many teens are influenced into think that being famous is a luxury. This however, is not the case. What many teens do not realise is that the lives of celebrities are plagued with misery and misfortune as well. Because they live such glamourous lifestyles, many teens are influenced into thinking that having money equal happiness. This is a completely delusionary mind set, and causes individuals to value money above all other things. Such attitudes may strain relationships and cause people to disregard their loved ones in the pursuit of money. Teenagers need to understand that celebrities do not have a perfect life, and that having money does not mean having happiness. An example of how money affects relationships would be illegal gambling. Some teens often gamble illegally in gambling dens hidden throughout Singapore. These teens gamble in the pursuit of being rich. Imagine what would happen if the parents of these teens find out about their habits? Relationships would be strained between parent and child. Hence, celebrities have the responsibility to let the world know that their money does not equate to being happy.
Finally, taking root from my second point, celebrities advocate unnecessary spending of money. With mass media all around us, we are exposed to photos of celebrities with extremely lavish spending habits. They are often seen in photos driving sports cars, wearing expensive accessories, and living in humongous mansions. This subconsciously gives us a sense of disregard for money. These days, teens are starting to see money as something that is trivial, and can be easily spent. An example of how celebrities make us disregard money is Floyd Mayweather. After winning the “fight of the century” with Manny Pacquiao, Mayweather has been posting photos of him surrounded by stacks of notes. In one controversial photo, he is even seen to be using motes as toilet paper. The message that he sends out is that money is of little consequence and importance. This makes teen feel that they can buy whatever they want, whenever they want. When teens disregard money, they fail to see that their money was earned through their parents’ hard work and effort. If this culture of disregard towards money continues, important skills such as money management and financial planning will be ignored by teens when they enter the adult world. Teens have to start learning how to appreciate the value of money, and kick the habit of spending money like crazy. If this phenomenon does not end, we might encounter a future that is economically unfit and corrupt. If all working adults spend all their money after receiving their pay cheque, what will happen when an economic crisis strike? In conclusion, I feel that celebrities need to realise that they have a huge responsibility on their shoulders. The minds of young people are easily shaped by their actions. Celebrities need to be role models for teens to follow. If the wrong messages that they send out do not stop, they will create a society that disregards money, takes part in various vices, and have a materialistic mondset.
3E7 - Varen Tan
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Do you think nature has a place in modern Singapore? How could you better appreciate natural habitats in your country?
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ature refers to the physical world, which includes plants, animals and the landscape, as opposed to man-made creations that are derived from nature. In modern Singapore, one would be hard-pressed to provide examples of untouched or pristine nature, given urbanisation and the tussle of land use. Some examples of places of nature are nature reserves and parks, like the Bukit Timah nature reserve, Bukit Brown and Central Catchment nature reserve. Compared to the past, people have become more open-minded and sensitive towards nature conservation. However, there is the perennial question of whether nature has a place in modern Singapore. Being a land-scarce country with no natural resources, and one that is reliant on manpower and its reputation as a trading centre, nature does seem peripheral and should be removed for other purposes. I disagree. I think that nature can benefit and have a place in modern Singapore. Nature can benefit modern Singapore as it can help attract tourists to Singapore. There are hundreds of animals that can be found native to Singapore in its various nature reserves such as the Bukit Timah Nature Reserve. The crab-eating macaque, Banded leaf monkeys and the Malayan Porcupine are some examples of these animals. Singapore’s nature reserves also contain a large amount of Singapore’s natural heritage and past. For example, Bukit Brown is the site of about 100,000 tombs of our pioneers, and also has many statues and stone carvings related to Chinese culture, like the golden boy and the jade girl. This, coupled with a third of Singapore’s bird population and distinct flora, makes Bukit Brown an unconventional yet appealing tourist spot, especially for nature-lovers. Another benefit of conserving nature is that it can help to improve the well-being of Singaporeans. One of the ways it does this is by improving the physical health of Singaporeans. The foliage in Singapore serves as a nature “air-purifier”, as it helps to clean the air by absorbing in the carbon dioxide in the atmosphere during photosynthesis, releasing oxygen. This helps to maintain the carbon dioxide level in the air as carbon dioxide in high concentration can cause harm by causing breathing difficulties and possibly nerve damage. The pleasant scenery that nature provides can help to better the mood of tired and worn-out Singaporeans and helps to give them a more positive mind-set. This will help Singaporeans psychologically and causes them to be more productive at work. Thus, nature can help to improve both the physical and mental health of Singaporeans.
Now that we know that nature is important and has a place in Singapore, how then can we better appreciate natural habitats in our country? One of the ways is by joining nature-related programmes. What better way to learn more about Singapore’s natural biodiversity than by experiencing it for ourselves? We can join guided walks carried out by guides to find out more about the wildlife and the wide variety of plants in an area. Some examples of where guided walks are held are the eco-link at the BKE and nature reserves like the Central Catchment Nature Reserve. Thus, joining activities can allow us to better appreciate Singapore’s natural habitats. Secondly, we can better appreciate nature habitats by doing our own research on them. In our modern society, advancements in technology have allowed us to find information more easily through the Internet compared to the past. We can easily access the information we desire with a few buttons and mouse clicks. Thus, we can always go to the Internet to look up information of the natural habitats in Singapore, like the type of wildlife that can be found there, the history of the place and the existence of rare animals to look out for. However, we can also go back to simpler times and read a book in order to find what we need. Books like the Singapore Red Data Book can teach us about the various species that require attention and how we can help to improve their situation. Thus, we can better appreciate nature habitats by knowing more about our native flora and fauna. In conclusion, I think and firmly believe that nature has a place in Singapore as it not only conserves the natural environment of Singapore, but also benefits Singapore by attracting tourists and helping Singapore both physically and mentally. Furthermore, we can appreciate these natural habitats even more by actively participating in activities like guided tours and by doing our own research on them. By Malcolm Lim (4E6) Do you think nature has a place in modern Singapore? How could you better appreciate natural habitats in your country? I could feel warmth radiating as our bodies were in contact with each other. My head, snuggled up to her warm back as she rubbed circling motions on my back. Without thinking, a sincere smile crept up to my lips. An unforeseen expectation struck my mind. To let her in. I did. It was impossible, but it did happened.
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Social Media is a doubleedged sword which can be both beneficial and disadvantageous to young people. Write about some of the occasions when you have found this to be true.
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- Social media = websites and applications that enable users to create and share content or to participate in social networking - Double-edged sword = When something can have both favourable and unfavourable consequences, the term doubleedged sword is often used to describe it. - Young people = Specific age group, examples intended to be given must affect only youth - Occasions = Multiple experiences E.g. for negatives: cyberbullying, social media can be a distraction from students’ studies For Positives: efficient communication and social interaction with friends
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ocial media can be a website or application that enable users to create and share content or to participate in social interaction online. It brings about both positive and negative effects on the youth of today, depending on the content shared. These online devices are double-edged swords and have truly grown near to the hearts of those in my generation who absolutely utilise them to the greatest extent. My generation has been raised in a digital age. We can see teenagers anywhere walking with our faces buried - not in books, but in our phones; with our necks so accustomed to gravitating towards our phones when we are alone in public. We withdraw from social interaction by turning to social interaction on our screens. I personally rely on social media a little more than I should, but I have learnt a lot about the risks and benefits of social media through my years of growing up with the internet as my toy. I have definitely become a much more responsible internet user throughout the years. Facebook was created to accomplish a social mission - to make the world more open and connected. This was Mark Zukerberg’s, the founder of Facebook, intention. Facebook allows one to share content of any size or form, be it pictures, speeches, quotes or videos. I would say that he has definitely achieved his goal. With the advancements of technology of today, it takes milliseconds to share something with
a group or to send a message to someone. With the convenience of the internet, of course, I would make use of it as much as possible now that I am in secondary school. Scrolling through Facebook, I can catch up on the latest headlines, be updated on what my friends are doing. I would message my friends if I had missed school for a day because I was unwell, to find out what I had missed and what my homework was. I use social media when I am just lazing around, yet I can be well-informed of the recent times. Social media has, in so many ways, made my schooling life so much more convenient. It can be used as a weapon, to take down the obstacles in my life, making it that much. 3. Social media indeed fulfills its’ intended purpose, to make the world more connected, more open. It can be quite addicting. Back in primary school, I also used a website called ‘Twitter’. Twitter would only allow you to express yourself within 140 characters. Of course, there was a direct message function as well. I had gotten so caught up with it that I had lost sleep because of it, staying up to chat and to “Tweet” every little thing that happened. I was so engrossed with this website that I would even neglect my studies. Sometimes I would not even care if I had a test the next day. Clearly something was wrong. I knew that I had to control my internet usage but it was as though I was on some addictive drug. Like any gun or sword, it can harm the wielder if not handled properly. Failing three out of four of the subjects for my tests confirmed that. Cyberbullying has become a major issue in the use of social media until today. My classmates posted pictures of their bruised knuckles or scarred wrists, perhaps to seek help, or just attention. I would not have known. I was only 12. So were they, they would barely even know true suffering. In the first place, we should not have even been on all of these social medias in that point of time. Our immaturity had brought all these complications on ourselves. Through private messaging, I found out that my schoolmates had been tormenting my classmate online. They had hacked into her account, posed as her, and posted rumours, messaged other people mean things, badmouthing others. What really drove my classmate to depression was the inappropriate things they had posted about her late father. I did not even know that twelve-year-olds could be so despicable. They were twelve-year-olds wielding a double-edged sword. Of course it would have caused more harm than good. Essentially, social media is a weapon. Give it to a baby and you would get hurt, the child would get hurt. Give it to an adult, and the world would be rid of even a few evils. A sword can only reach its full potential with an excellent wielder. Youths are caught in between, in the process of learning how to wield social media skillfully and beneficially, spreading peace and empowering others, while separating from our childlike selves. Youths face the biggest obstacle, where social media can either make or break them, where it is more of a double-edged sword than any other time in one’s life
3E5 - Asyura Iklil
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Paper 1 Section C: Crafting a good paragraph It is useful to have in mind what the Cambridge markers have listed in one of their reports, with regards to the essentials of good writing:
In a way, this may result in fewer students coming in late for school. Students can also have a proper breakfast…
• Appropriate vocabulary’ (as opposed to ‘complex and limited vocabulary’) • ‘Carefully planned’ • ‘Using accurate spelling, grammar and punctuation’ • ‘Avoiding digression or minor irrelevance’ • ‘Written clearly, effectively, relevantly and coherently’ • ‘Thoughtful and mature responses’ (use of personal experience, topical discussions) • ‘Adopted the widespread use of internationally acceptable English’
Question: What are some examples, based on what you have experienced, observed, heard or read?
Remembering these traits would set you in the right frame of mind when writing. Let’s take a look at a sample written by Darius Tay (4A2). Question: Suggest ways of making the education system in your country better for students.
“One of the many ways I can think of making the education system in Singapore better is to have a change in curriculum time for primary and secondary schools. Students should start their lessons at 9 am and end at 3 pm. This will give students ample time to get ready for school. In a way, this may result in fewer students coming in late for school. Students can also have a proper breakfast as currently, many of us go to school on empty stomachs.” Darius has written a relevant topic sentence by simply taking a part of the question and combining it with a direct answer, as seen here: “One of the many ways I can think of making the education system in Singapore better is to have a change in curriculum time for primary and secondary schools.” He continues to build his paragraph by asking effective questions: One of the many ways I can think of making the education system in Singapore better is to have a change in curriculum time for primary and secondary schools. Question: How?
… as currently, many of us go to school on empty stomachs. By having these questions in mind, Darius is able to develop his paragraph effectively. Let’s take a look at another sample, written by Benjamin Chua (4E6). Question: It is never too late to cultivate good money habits. What are some of the things you can do now to improve the way you spend and save?
“Making wise decisions on what one purchases is essential in managing one’s money. This means that you only buy what you really need and not what you want. This ensures that one will not spend on unnecessary things like branded goods, which may not be of use in the long run. This also involves waiting for the right time to buy something. Purchasing during promotions or major sales such as the Great Singapore Sale could possibly save one a lot of money. This is especially so if one manages to grab that item of desire at the right time!” Benjamin does it differently; by providing two sub-points to extend his paragraph. Each sub-point is supported by either an elaboration or example. Topic sentence: Making wise decisions on what one purchases is essential in managing one’s money. Sub-point (1): This means that you only buy what you really need and not what you want. Elaboration: This ensures that one will not spend on unnecessary things like branded goods, which may not be of use in the long run. Sub-point (2): This also involves waiting for the right time to buy something.
Students should start their lessons at 9 am and end at 3 pm. Question: Why?
Example: Purchasing during promotions or major sales such as the Great Singapore Sale could possibly save one a lot of money. This is especially so if one manages to grab that item of desire at the right time!
This will give students ample time to get ready for school. Question: What are the implications or effect?
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For better writers, you may find that at times, the point you are making is so rich that it requires a second paragraph. Let’s look at a sample, written by Gabriel May (4E6).
“With all the fancy new trends and technology lately, it can be difficult for one to save and spend wisely, unless one is able to differentiate between one’s needs and wants. ‘Needs’ refer to things essential for survival like food, water and shelter, or even basic necessities one needs on a daily basis. On the other hand, ‘wants’ are items that one desires to own but not crucial for survival like a flat screen television or a vacation to Hawaii. Sometimes, the line between the two may be blurred. For example, is a mobile phone a need or want? Whenever I come across such a problem, I find it to be useful to ask myself three questions: Am I buying this because all my friends are? Can I live without this product? Do I already have something similar to this product? A resounding ‘yes’ to the three questions would steer me away from unnecessary spending. However, just because an item is a ‘want’ does not mean that we can never buy it! It just means that we have to exercise better judgment. A great tip is to always find out about the product before making a purchase. This ensures that we are getting the best value for our purchase. For example, you may read online reviews on the item. If the cost is beyond your budget, try looking for cheaper alternatives or even a second-hand product. With some effort, you may find a comparable buy which does not burn a hole in your pocket.” What are some successful strategies that Gabriel has employed? Here are four tips. • Provide a context (for your claims): With all the fancy new trends and technology lately, it can be difficult for one to save and spend wisely, unless one is able to differentiate between one’s needs and wants.
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• Explanation of key terms: ‘Needs’ refer to things essential for survival like food, water and shelter, or even basic necessities one needs on a daily basis. On the other hand, ‘wants’ are items that one desires to own but not crucial for survival like a flatscreen television or a vacation to Hawaii. • A strong personal voice: Sometimes, the line between the two may be blurred. For example, is a mobile phone a need or want? Whenever I come across such a problem, I find it to be useful to ask myself three questions... • Provide a considered perspective: However, just because an item is a ‘want’ does not mean that we can never buy it! In conclusion, always remember what our Cambridge markers have repeatedly mentioned in their reports – that there are four characteristics of good writing: clarity, effectiveness, relevance and coherence. All the best!
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