a bad day

My cousin, Kuhan had come down from Malaysia for my sister’s birthday. Both of us behave like best of friends and when we come together there is a total chaos in the house. On my sisters birthday I was extremely excited because my mother had decided to bake chicken pizzas with pizzas which I loved.

I got my food and went to sit with few other of my cousins and joking around as usual. All of a sudden Kuhan sitting on the opposite table threw a piece of French fry across the hall which hit my head. I was angry inside myself and decided to take revenge. In my pizza there was a slice of pineapple. I took it out and flung it across the living room, hitting him in the back of his head. As soon as I saw it hit him I started laughing but it did not help.

My mother happened to see a yellow object fly through the air, so she looked around and saw everyone at my table laughing. I still remember the look that had been plastered on her face. She was angry. She demanded me to tell her who had thrown the pineapple. I had no other choice but to confess. She had a long talk with me and further more, she also grounded me for a week.

That was truly a day that I wish I could change.
This is a song that could express my emotions

Bad Day - Daniel Powter

On the lighter side of life. here is a sond sang by alvin and the chipmunks.

frightening experience

It was a moon-lit night when I was walking home on foot through a secluded street near my house, which was a short-cut indeed. It was the first night of my whole life that I was alone in such a late time. On that day, it seemed quieter in my consideration.

In the dark, I could see bats. There were hundreds of them in the shadows. I had moved really fast towards home. It was partly because I was hungry. I therefore moved rapidly for a dinner. All of a sudden, I caught a sight of some thing white on a mango tree.

That is when I remembered my grandmother telling me that ghosts also known as ponthianahs in local context, would lure around either mango or banana trees late at night.

I was a bit curious. I wanted to know why she was there at that time of the late night. I stopped walking for a while. As I stood there, vague memories my grandmother telling me that ghosts also known as ponthianahs in local context, would lure around either mango or banana trees late at night. I ran as fast as I could, and when I reached home I could hardly speak.

From that day onwards I told myself that I would not walk through that path at night, but rather take the longer way.

Here are two video that are similar to my experience. so enjoy them!!!

Nothing is Impossible

My feeling towards mathematics is that it’s a boring and very difficult subject. I had been studying for a very important mathematics test that was going to take place the next day. I had studied so hard that I knew I was going to ace this test. In the past I had struggled through math test, but this time I knew that I was going to get an A on this test. The pressure was on me, not only was I determined to get all the questions correct.

The next day arrived, it could not have come any sooner, but I didn’t mind I knew I was ready for this test. I had all the materials I needed. As I sat patiently waiting for my math teacher to pass out the test, I began to repeat formulas and steps in my head. My math teacher than started to pass out the test, before I looked at it I took a deep breath and counted to three. When I turned the test over I jumped to the first problem. I knew the answer so in a rush I wrote down the answer and the same with the second problem. As I read the questions one by one I aced passed each of them. I had a few minutes left and I was able to check over my test. Class was over and I submitted in my paper hoping that I did well.

The next day I got back my paper, very pleased to find out that I got 4 out of 5. From that day onwards I realised that nothing is impossible with hardwork.

The video below will justify my thought of nothing is impossible without hard work.

First day of school

Today is the first day of school. The two months of had passed like a dream. This morning, I was returning to school.

I was thinking of the upcoming academic year, and went unwillingly. The streets were swarming with pupils. In front of the school, three were so many parents dropping off their children and the security guards found it hard to control the traffic. At the school gate, I felt someone touch on the shoulder, it was my secondary one form teacher, cheerful as usual, and she asked me, “How were your holidays?”

After answering her, I made my way up to class with difficulty. Pupils from secondary one to four filled the canteen and other parts of the school making such a buzz. Out of routine I walked past my secondary one classroom. As I walked past it indeed I was glad to see once more that large room, where I had experienced my first year in Victoria School.

By Sven in the morning, we were all in our classes. The school seemed so small and gloomy to me when I thought of the beautiful and lush scenery where I had passed my holidays in Newzeland. I was indeed pleased to find out that my teacher was a tall man who had no beard, black hair and a big voice. He was no other than Mr. Tan my sec one English teacher. I was pleased to have a teacher who at least smile compared to some other teachers in the school.

But the thought that today was my first day, there were ten more months to go and examinations for all my subjects really made this experience not an enjoyable one.

This video below is of a song which can express how i felt on that very day

A shocking encounter

As I am tytping this post i am still trying to from a schock of my life that i recieved today, which i will we writing later in the post.

Gajendran who is affectionately known as "Gaga" in Victoria School is a famous and well known figure in Victoria School. In school he tends to be a bit feminine and is often thought to be gay. I would never have expected him to be one f my relations.

To my astonishment as i was entertaining some of the guest that came for my cousin's birthday I saw a familiar face entering the house. As i looked closer I realised it was Gaga. I quickly headed for my mother and asked her if she knew Gaga. She answered, " Yes, he is a very close relation of ours", and she continued elaborating on how were we related. At first i felt a bit embarrased being related to someone who was often thought to be gay.

Only minutes later mu perseption changed.Only after talking to him did I realise how nice a guy was he. I had to stop talking to him as they had to start cutting the cake. Truly this shocking encounter with Gajendran helped me realise how nice a guy he was.

Here are some photos that i took.