Friday, 13 July 2012

The Cotton Candy Tree...(Part 2)


The following is a guest post from Lyn, my daughter. 
Lyn is a twelve- year old who loves singing, reading and 
she's the girl who upholds what is just, especially fair treatment 
and due reward in accordance with standards, honour and law. 
And, the best of all she has a great passion for writing and storytelling.

This story was written and shared during her recent holiday camp.


The great old man started telling...


"When I was a kid, there were special trees and they were very beautiful. They were called Babutra tree..."

The impatient Mark asked, "What kind of tree was that? Tell me more. I'm very curious...."

"Ho!Ho! Ho! That tree looks like ...ummm...the cotton candy. It was very good."

"Hah? What? A cotton candy tree? You must be pulling my leg. There's no such tree in this whole wide world. Change the story, please. This is fake! I want a real story from your childhood. Those stories were really really interesting. You don't have to make up one...."

"This is real. Once, there were such trees, but the trees were only planted in the Miracle Garden. I can prove it. I 'll tell you everything...I'll tell you why there isn't any 
Babutra trees left on Earh," explained Mark's granddad.

The old man continued...

" When I was a little boy, there were many 
Babutra  trees. They were planted in the Miracle Garden. There were many kind of creatures living there. There was a bear called Bar-Bar-Loots. It was very cute. It had big and sparkling eyes. It had a 
brown furry body. It had twelve brothers and all of them had the same face.


There was an orange fish. The fish liked singing and humming. There were birds and swans and other creatures too. The creatures were born alongside the Babutra  trees. They lived there happily. They had never  fought nor quarrelled. They always helped each other.

One day, a man named Loo-Ler came to the Miracle Garden on a horse. He planned to chop down the 
Babutra  trees and get their leaves. The leaves were to be made into a special cloth called GicClo. After putting down his tools, he started to chop. One of the trees were felled in a jiffy. The creatures were sad. 


All of a sudden, the sky turned dark. At a distance, the 
awe-stricken creatures saw a bolt of lightning strike the fallen tree, and.....


To be continued.
Check out Part 1 here.


Lyn


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Tuesday, 10 July 2012

The Cotton Candy Tree (Part 1)


The following is a guest post from Lyn, my daughter. 
Lyn is a twelve- year old who loves singing, reading and 
she's the girl who upholds what is just, especially fair treatment 
and due reward in accordance with standards, honour and law. 
And, the best of all she has a great passion for writing and storytelling.

This story was written and shared during her recent holiday camp.


A very good afternoon to our dearest teachers and friends. I'm Lyn, representing the Speak Out Team.
The Cotton Candy Tree is the title of my story. What on Earth is that tree? Have you heard about it? Yes? No? All right! Here is the yummy-looking tree story...



Long, long ago, there was a young boy called Mark. One fine day, the teenage boy was at a loose end. Thus, he decided to see his grandfather, who was a foot to the grave. Mark's grandpa loved to tell him stories from his childhood. 

Mark walked to his grandpa's house which was just a stone's throw away from his house. The old man lived in an old enormous wooden house. The house looked like a haunted house to many children and they usually tried to avoid from passing by the scary-looking mansion. But, no one knew that Mark's grandfather, Grandpa Fergano, was a generous old man. 


Mark was a little scared at times due to his grandpa's creepy house. Mark knocked at the door. Kok! Kok! A man with a walking stick came out of the house. It was his granddad. He led him into the house. It was quite dark in his house as the old man did not have electricity.  He used many wax candles to light up the house.


"What on Earth bring you here, boy?" asked the old man. "I was bored, so I decided to listen to some interesting stories from this wise old man," replied Mark.


"I'm not old. I'm only 80 years young. Don't you dare say it again!" Mark was not mad at his grandpa's words. It was the old man's way of saying things. "Simmer down. I'm just kidding. You're young, healthy and handsome. Oh! Whatever it is... I want to listen to stories now," said the witty boy with a broad smile. "Ho! Ho! Thanks for your kind words. And, here is a story for you...!"



To be continued.

Lyn



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Sunday, 8 July 2012

Misfortunes never come singly...

It happened not long ago. It started on a cloudy Monday morning.



The first incident
On the way to attend a curriculum course, my car was rammed from the right. The driver beat the red light. He did not even slow down to have a look at my little car condition. He sped off immediately. My innermost urged me to seek justice. Without much thinking, I turned into a police station. That was my very first, making a traffic report, all alone. However, there was always a rainbow after the storm. I was given way to have my statements recorded first. The IO reached on the dot; as my report was being printed! The IO treated me as the first class citizen.

The second incident
The hotel lift was under maintenance. We, my friend, the lovely Ms Tan and I had to lug our half-a-tonne-luggage all the way down to the lobby.

The third incident
The hotel room was so-so. The entrance, bedside and study lights were already blown. The sink appeared to be partially clogged. Water wasn't flowing well.

The fourth incident
Had problem with my tooth. It happened before and that was two years ago. It gave problem when I was in the midst of attending a very important course where lots of things needed to be done; lots of talking,  lots of smiling and of course lots of doing presentations. I was miserable. I could not focus.

The fifth incident
While waiting to be picked up for the dentist's appointment, my mobile phone had no reception. I could neither contact my friend nor her son who was on the way to pick me up. Other hotel guests' phone rang off the hook all day, except for mine. 

Thank God! An SMS from a student's mom, thanking me for her son's achievement put a period to the series of unfortunate events.

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Tuesday, 3 July 2012

Homework Galore...




Teachers and homework are synonymous.
Teachers love to give homework. Giving loads of homework to students is a way for teachers to maintain their status quo.

Teachers who assign the most homework is perceived as dedicated, diligent and outstanding. They earn respects from parents and administrators. They are often seen as authoritative figures. Their words are sacred. They were never being denied or refused by their subdued students. Their commands are taken seriously at all times.

But, have they ever looked back? Have they ever asked their students? Could they complete the given tasks in a very short period? Could they manage them on their own? Do they have enough time to rest and spend quality time with their family? Is the task assigned benefiting students?

More often than not, the poor students were deprived of their much needed rest and sleep. They seldom had proper meal. They did not get to play their favourite games. They were confined to their study table. Their little fingers were numb and stiff.

A subject teacher who assigns too many homework would affect her/his colleague as well. Kids would be placed in a great dilemma as whose homework to be given a priority. It is a norm, however, if a kid chose to focus on a 'fiercer and meaner' teacher's assignments. Thus, it is not surprising if students do well in his/her paper instead of yours!

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