Sunday 31 January 2016

Creative Writing Task 1 and 2 by Lucas

Beads of sweat rolled down my neck as I rested my head on the luggage at the back of 12-seater van my parents' had loaned. Clutching on to my father's phone to my chest, my eyelids were growing heavier by the second as I waited for the long-awaited vibration that signalled the arrival of the long-awaited text message.......
  Allow me to explain :My family had gone to Australia for a three-week holiday and could not make it back in time to receive my PSLE results.As a consequence, my form teacher was requested to send my father a photo of my result slip.
  As I was about to fall asleep, "vrr" ,the phone vibrated.I immediately jolted awake and I looked at the illuminated screen of my father's phone.I was elated and any signs of anxiety of not getting good grades were replaced by happiness.
  "Daddy ,I scored 251!" When my father stopped at the next petrol kiosk to fill up the petrol tank ,he wrapped me in his warm embrace, congratulated me and said I made him proud.
  Ringing the doorbell, my sisters and I recounted the happenings of the past week.We just came home from youth camp and were exhausted.As we entered the house, we unpacked our bags and headed to our respective rooms to rest.

  "Creak..."My bedroom door opened and the slits of light hurt my eyes my mother entered.Just then,I remembered the SST appeal interview that I attended before going to Malaysia for youth camp, "Mum what are the results of the interview that I went for?" "I was just about to tell you." Judging from her solemn expression, I had a hunch that I did not get into SST."You got in!"My mother exclaimed, a beaming smile on her face.I was exhilarated at the thought of attending SST.Any sign of weariness was replaced with signs of happiness

Creative Writing Task 1 by Jonah Choke

My earliest memories...


 It was my kindergarten year and my mother always got my things ready for me before I go to kindergarten every morning. My mom's hair was curly and short back then. She always combed her hair in the morning. When she sent me to kindergarten, she would always wear her Crocs slippers. And, that was one of my earliest childhood memories.

  One place that I used to play in was the void deck just below my flat. I would usually play soccer with my family there as I live on the fourth floor, and it is not so considerate for the people living on the third floor as the ball would make a lot of noise when bounced on the floor. It would be quite hot sometimes, and there would be sweat trickling down our forehead after playing. And, that was the place that I used to play in.

  I  have always lived in the same flat. It was a Housing Development Board located at Yishun. It was an executive apartment where there are four bedrooms. One of the bedrooms was used as a study room while another was used as a store room. The other two were my parents' bedroom and my sister's and my room. I had two living rooms, and there was a "link" connecting both of them.

  Theses are my earliest memories of my childhood life.

Creative Writing Task 1 by Clarence

 This is my earliest memory.
      When I first saw my grandmother, her hair had a natural curl, and she always wore loose clothing. She liked to carry me, and always smiled when she saw me eating. My grandmother also liked to push me around in my "pram" whenever she went out.
      A place where I used to play was the playground in my condominium. I still walk past there now and then, and it has changed since I was five.
      I loved the long blue slide facing the houses. It smelt fresh and new though it was used a lot. I also loved the see-saw, where my older sister and I would bounce endlessly. The seats were warm, both from heat from the sun and other people. But most of all, I loved the swing. Its bolts were a little rusty, but the seat was very comfortable. The swing always made a high-pitched squeak every time it went up.
      The house that I live in and the house that I lived in are the same, yet different. Now, almost all the furniture in my home has replaced the furniture I remembered when I was younger.
      My old double-decker bed (I shared it with my brother) smelt of fresh wood. It was very smooth and cozy, but over the years, the wood turned bad. My piano has never been changed, but the sound it made then was clearer, less out-of-tune.
      These are my earliest memories.

Creative Writing Task 1 Done By Ramirez Emmanuel Jude Zafra

One of my earliest memories is about my mother.She would always wake up early in the morning with her panda-eyes,curly hair,chubby face and a pair of brown spectacles,to drink coffee to kick start her day.She would always make the same food for the family,fresh eggs from the chicken coop and ham.The aroma of the food makes everyone practically “teleport” to the dining room.

One of the earliest places I used to play was the empty road in between me and my neighbour.Tiny pebbles would poke our feet as we ran across the road with the smell of gases released from the exhaust pipes of vehicles passing by.Sounds of horns would fill the air with the bright rays of the sun shining down on me.



My house was a landed house bought by my grandparents in the Philippines.The sun would shine on the tin roof making the air very warm.My grandparents would sit in front of the large box-shaped television it’s silvery metal frame,giving out static electricity every once in a while.The sounds of horns pollute the air,making it a hard place to be in if you are ever looking for a rest.These are my earliest memories.
Creative Writing Task 1 by Emmanuel Chew
      One of my earliest memories was with one of my cousins. My cousin had hair that reached her shoulders, with some freckles on her face. She wore a shirt with a Hello Kitty logo on it and a white background. She used to pinch my cheeks, and I would always push her away. This was one of my earliest memories.
     One of the places that I used to play at was a playground near my house. It had red and uneven steps that led up to the top. The whole structure had any colours like red, blue, yellow and so on. It had 3 short slides that I would use to get down from the playground. It had a small toy telescope at the top that when you look through, you would see a small piece of bird feces. This was one of the places I used to play at.
     One of my earliest memories of the place that I live was the big, brown whitish-brown sofa. It was ancient. Whenever someone sat on it, a large cloud of dust would appear. The kitchen was a place to be avoided at night. It was dark and scary. Smells of coffee, rice and soap would drift out of it.

     These are my most treasured and earliest memories. 

Friday 29 January 2016

My Earliest Memories (Jeffrey 12)

  One of my earliest memories were of my grandmother. She was still young and strong, about the age of fifty. She would take care of me, feed me, console me, basically, my 'second mother'. t was amazing how she still had long black silky hair even at that age. To be honest, she was a bit fat, fat enough that I could use her stomach as a trampoline, probably because I was really light too. It also always baffles me how she falls asleep after twenty minutes of watching the television, and whenever I ask her why, she would always reply, "There is nothing entertaining to watch." I also remember her great cooking skills. Whenever it was going to be meal time, I could smell the aroma of her delicious food she cooks. All in all, she brought a lot of happiness to my life, and also a 'shelter' from my fierce mother.

  I always used to play in the street soccer court near my student care. It has left me with many fond memories that I would love to cherish, gave me hours of fun every day that did not rain. The floor was concrete, cold and hard. It was so hard that when I fell on the back of my head, everything went spinning and I had a memory loss! The fences were green and rusty, almost like the ones in an old jailcell. Finally, the most important thing of all, my friends there. It was so fun playing with them and even until now, I miss them! That was where I developed my flair and love for soccer, and I will never forget it.

  I remember my beloved first house, all the way in Myanmar. It was pretty small and long, almost like a hallway. It was on the fourth level, on the top floor. We did not have an elevator then, so climbing up was a real chore. It had a balcony, my favourite place in the whole house. Every day, I would spend hours, sitting at the balcony, looking at the 'beautiful' streets below, with my favourite ball beside me.

  These were the earliest and my fondest memories.

My earliest memories Wong Hong Ngai (24)

My earliest memories

  One of my earliest memories was when I was around one to two years old. I was playing with my father. He was wearing a red T-shirt that he still wears and his face still looked the same as ever. His hairstyle also remained the same until now, his hair was parted in the middle and he stood towering over me.
  A place that I used to play was the playground near the flats I lived in when I stayed at Punggol. After nursery, I would go there in my yellow school uniform while my mother carried my bag. The playground was mainly green and there was also a plank in which we have to balance and walk across to the other side. I also remember the sounds of other children playing happily and the wind was cooling, with the wind blowing at my face.
  A place that I used to live was my father's semi-detached house in Malaysia. It was two levels high and there was a small balcony in the master's bedroom. Inside, the first thing you will see is an altar. There is also a long wooden staircase leading to the second floor. There is also a very high ceiling with a window at the very top. The ceiling was painted white and the floor was tiled white. These were my earliest memories.

Creative Writing 1 by Moe Thaw Kaung

Name: Moe Thaw Kaung (16)
Class: S1-01
My earliest memories

One of my earliest memories was my grandmother. She picked up tea leaves from the market and would sit on her favourite wooden chair sipping on some hot tea. She could barely reach the floor with her feet while sitting and hair going down behind her shoulders. She would take her batik dress, try it on and admire her reflection. The tobbaco she chilled in the fridge was ready and she would wrap it in a leaf, chewing away happily and enjoying the sunset.

I was surrounded by kids my age, waiting impatiently for entry to the indoor playground. Tubes, big, round and filled with colour always made me more excited. My father would send me in and and go for a relaxing massage chair session nearby. Squeals of joy were bursting around me as kids were running about. Slides which were huge and high never fail to excite me. The pit of balls was large and circular attracting tons of kids hurling the coloured plastic balls at each other.

The staircase at my house was going straight up. No curves or cuts in the stairway. It was always surprisingly dark. On the 2nd floor was my house and I would always be greeted at thr doorstep by my two pet kittens. My bedroom was upstairs, a huge mattress for four to sleep in.



These are my earliest memories.

Clarence: My Earliest Memories

      This is my earliest memory.
      When I first saw my grandmother, her hair had a natural curl, and she always wore loose clothing. She liked to carry me, and always smiled when she saw me eating. My grandmother also liked to push me around in my "pram" whenever she went out.
      A place where I used to play was the playground in my condominium. I still walk past there now and then, and it has changed since I was five.
      I loved the long blue slide facing the houses. It smelt fresh and new though it was used a lot. I also loved the see-saw, where my older sister and I would bounce endlessly. The seats were warm, both from heat from the sun and other people. But most of all, I loved the swing. Its bolts were a little rusty, but the seat was very comfortable. The swing always made a high-pitched squeak every time it went up.
      The house that I live in and the house that I lived in are the same, yet different. Now, almost all the furniture in my home has replaced the furniture I remembered when I was younger.
      My old double-decker bed (I shared it with my brother) smelt of fresh wood. It was very smooth and cozy, but over the years, the wood turned bad. My piano has never been changed, but the sound it made then was clearer, less out-of-tune.
      These are my earliest memories.

Creative writing task 1

One of my earliest memories... I was at the airport, people walking everywhere, staring at my grandfather; a tan, lean old man with a balding head. He picked me up, greeting me in Cantonese. A bug smile fell on his face. Although it was winter in Hong Kong, he was wearing the clothes people wore in Singapore. His bespectacled eyes were shining. I patted him on the forehead, feeling the old wrinkly skin beneath my hand. Despite being old, he was strong enough to carry me, something my deceased paternal grandfather couldn't do.
Every time I visit Hong Kong, I would always play in the private playground built for my cousin and her family. There were 4 playgrounds in total. My favourite was the swing. The chains supporting the seat was old and rusty, yet sturdy and strong. The seat was big for me. As I played, I could always see the pool in front of me, with the seats and umbrellas. I would see my brother and cousin playing in the other playgrounds, playing the see-saw. It was really quiet as there was only the 3 of us. But it was really fun.
I used to live in Hong Kong, in my cousin's house. It was a private property. Her house was really big. From the living room, I could see the bedrooms clearly. Outside her house was a pool, and also a tennis court. Her house had an amazing view, as I could see the skyscrapers of Hong Kong outside her window. Paintings done by my cousin was hung everywhere in the house. The dining table was always filled with delicious food.
And these, were my earliest memories.

Creative Writing Task 1 by Abigail Tan (My Earliest Memories)

MY EARLIEST MEMORIES

                One of my earliest memories that I can remember is before my little sister was born. I had my family to myself. My loving mother, long hair in a ponytail, with baggy shorts and always smelling like her rose perfume. I had my personal space and room to myself. However, after the birth my baby sister, my mother turned her attention and focus to her. I remember the feeling of loneliness, playing with myself, imagining my mother's presence. I felt like my family had forgotten all about me. When I heard my sister's cute little laugh for the first time, I viewed her from a different perspective. I grew to love her, with her toothless smile, tiny limbs and adorable voice. I understood why she needed so much attention. After all, she was just a small baby! Until today, she is still a great attention-seeker.

                A place that I used to play with was the playground a stone's throw away from my house. It has a mini yellow slide and two big blue slides for the more daring children. We could hear the delighted shrieks of other children. My partner in play was my sister. We would pretend we were going on adventures and dangerous they were. I can remember the fun we had, the fresh after smell of rain as we always played after it rained, the weird stares that passers-by gave us and the feeling of freedom. Now, my schedule is so packed that I can barely say a word to her before she goes to sleep! I miss the playground sometimes, especially the part about fun. 

               The place where I used to live, or rather, m still living in now, is home. Everyday after school, when the HDB flat comes into my line of vision, I smile. Home at last! Step through the door and immediately the sight of a huge black grand piano greets your eye. I have had it since I was primary 1. Through the hall and into my room, the big brown table where I did every last piece of work, and the sound of the slightly spoilt fan creaking at each turn it makes, and the posters I collected throughout my lifetime. The kitchen, where aromatic smells of different kinds of food welcomes you, and the wonderful taste as you sink your teeth in. Home. Where everything is familiar.

              All these wonderful recallings are etched in my brain, as earliest memories.

Reuben Ng (17) Earliest memories




                 One of my earliest memories was when I was under a table and then my grandmother with black, curly hair, looking like she was in the mid 50's asked me to get away from the table because it was dangerous and I remembered that she said that to me in Chinese.

                 I used to play in my living room.My bright red sofa smelt like leather and there was also this brown wooden cabinet which felt very rough and whenever I slide the door to close, there would always be this irritating sound and sometimes when I  touch the marble floor, it will feel rough and sometimes slippery.I would normally play with my Thomas the train set and the tracks I built were usually curved and rarely straight.The tracks were also hard and rough.

                 I used to live in a HDB flat and stay at about six storeys high.I remembered that there was a fish tank above a wooden cabinet.I would always look at the fish in the fish tank.I remembered that the fish tank was smooth and it was placed quite high so I could not reach it and sometimes but very rarely I will hear the sound of bubbles popping in the fish tank.There was also a purple painting in the bedroom and I did not understand what the painting was about and after looking at it for quite sometime, I will feel giddy.

                                                These are my earliest memories.

Creative Writing Task 1- by Nadia Rahman

     One of my earliest memories often flutters around my mind with remarkable speed. Whenever I think of my grandfather, time seems to slow down around me. A man with wispy white hair and silvery skin somehow made the people around him think. He would sit, cross-legged, drifting into his memories at times, but when he blinked open his dull eyes again, he would give me the greatest advice.

     The attic was a strange place for a child to play. Not because of the dusty, ash-filled air, or even the slithering snakes. It was an odd place to play in because of the toys crumbling in there. Dolls with their pale white faces marked by ebony and their perfect blushes chipping away looked horrifying to most. The tricycle that tucked away my precious memories was now bent and broken, a terrifying dent in the beauty of the attic.

     By a dirt-filled road filled with stinking lumps of dung was an old outhouse. Dingy and alone, it stood there, hidden by the bushes creeping ivy. Despite the fact that they looked like they could topple over at any minute, the thin dogs that trotted there were proud little things. Nevertheless, I still avoided them at all costs.

     These are my earliest memories.

Matthew Liang-My earliest Memories

        One of my earliest memories is about my grandmother. She had dyed black hair, as if wanting to be young again, arms as thin as a pole and dark eyes that looked very intimidating. Every morning, before I could even wake up, she would always sweep the floor. Although she was old, she could still sweep it as fast as lightning and yet as clean as a clean piece of paper, and it looked like as if we just bought the house.
        A place that I used to play is at the playground near my house. My mother used to bring me there in the morning. There would be a simple green slide, ladders with different structures and colour, and children so tall that they could tower over me, running about shouting so loudly that made my ears hurt sometimes. I also play with the balancing beam made of wood which was painted black near the slide. I would find it most amusing because I would wonder why it is hard to balance.
      I used to live in the same house. There would be a long corridor that would connect my living room, which was painted white and almost looked illuminated when the ceiling lights were switched on, to my parents room. I would usually go to my parents room and jump on their bed, making sounds like "Whee!" or "Woohoo!" The place I dread the most was the storeroom because it is always dark and I never knew what will be hiding there, waiting to get me.
     When I look back, I wish I could travel back in time so that I could enjoy my childhood again and I also finally understood why my dad says he misses his childhood.
My Earliest Memories
  One of the people I can remember...As I look back to the period of my hospitalization, I remembered her wavy jet black hair that down to her shoulders, those spectacles that were always sliding down her nose.Her robust physique always covered with baggy clothes.Seen every day helping me bring delicious home-cooked food right to my bedside and spoonfeeding me with those loving, calloused hands of hers.Her dark brown eyes that looked at me ,oh,so lovingly always comforted me.This is my mother.
  One of my earliest playspaces...As I was either hospitalized or in the hospital for most of my childhood, I had very few sources of fun, but I can distinctly remember a particular place.This was the room beside my ward.This small room was opposite the nurses station and was usually unoccupied.It smelt strongly of antiseptic and had many basins.I used to love Ben 10(and I still do a little)( along with many cartoons such as Pokemon etc.)and had a Diamondhead toy that I loved very much.It was glow-in-the-dark and could shoot plastic "diamonds".A nurse used to follow me into the room to play (as my mother was busy working and could not attend to me), we usually switched off the lights and played.When I was not being treated, if you walked past the room, you would hear the sounds of two people laughing.Oh, that room filled with joy.
  I used to live in a landed property in Farrer Road(before I got hospitalized).I can vaguely remember it was a two story house.There was a room which had a floor mattress that I used to sleep in.I remember I used to play with Lego when I was supposed to sleep and pretend to sleep when my parents checked on me.The house also had two large swimming pools in the backyard.There was also a room that had a tall stage and always smelt musky no matter how much air freshener we sprayed.
                                      These are my earliest memories
This is the link for how the diamondhead toy looked like(4127E89WHXL.jpg)

Thursday 28 January 2016

My Earliest Memories

My earliest Childhood memories:

One of my earliest memories is about my mother.She would always wake up early in the morning with her panda-eyes, curly hair, chubby face and a pair of brown spectacles, to drink coffee to kick start her day.She would always make the same food for the family, fresh eggs from the chicken coop and ham.The aroma of the food makes everyone practically “teleport” to the dining room.

One of the earliest places I used to play was the empty road in between my neighbour and me.Tiny pebbles would poke our feet as we ran across the road with the smell of gases released from the exhaust pipes of vehicles passing by.Sounds of horns would fill the air with the bright rays of the sun shining down on me.


My house was a landed house bought by my grandparents in the Philippines.The sun would shine on the tin roof making the air very warm.My grandparents would sit in front of the large box-shaped television it’s silvery metal frame, giving out static electricity every once in a while.The sounds of horns pollute the air, making it a hard place to be in if you are ever looking for a rest.These are my earliest memories

My earliest childhood memories(Eu Gene)

   My earliest memories    

        One of my earliest memories is walking to school with Grandfather.Every school day, he would come with an umbrella hung on his arm at a ninety-degree angle. When crossing the street, I would, I would hold his shaky fragile hand and the other up in the air. Some days, it would rain and we would huddle together under the small umbrella he had brought. He would wear his glasses low on his nose bridge when reading the newspaper on a bench.
       A place I used to play was an art studio. Every week, I would go there and when opening the doors, strong smell of acrylic paint would fill my nostrils. the walls were all painted on with random brush marks of different colour and thickness. The teacher would then bring my half-finished piece of canvas painting and a pallet that was clean. I would picture the finished piece in my head as I squeezed the tubes of paint out of the pallet before mixing them and carefully applying the colours.

      One of the places I used to live in was a 4 room apartment in shanghai. There were tiles there that I used to slide about in my socks, thinking it was like skating. I shared a bedroom with my older sister then, our two beds at each corner and a lamp at the center as a divider. There was also the study room where I would seek refuge whenever I was angry or frustrated. I hid behind the curtains and sat on a platform at the window.

     These are all of my deepest childhood memories.


Done by:Eu Gene

Creative Writing Task 1 (by Jonah Choke)

My earliest memories...

 It was my kindergarten year and my mother always got my things ready for me before I go to kindergarten every morning. My mom's hair was curly and short back then. She always combed her hair in the morning. When she sent me to kindergarten, she would always wear her Crocs slippers. And, that was one of my earliest childhood memories.

  One place that I used to play in was the void deck just below my flat. I would usually play soccer with my family there as I live on the fourth floor, and it is not so considerate for the people living on the third floor as the ball would make a lot of noise when bounced on the floor. It would be quite hot sometimes, and there would be sweat trickling down our forehead after playing. And, that was the place that I used to play in.

  I  have always lived in the same flat. It was a Housing Development Board located at Yishun. It was an executive apartment where there are four bedrooms. One of the bedrooms was used as a study room while another was used as a store room. The other two were my parents' bedroom and my sister's and my room. I had two living rooms, and there was a "link" connecting both of them.

  Theses are my earliest memories of my childhood life.

Creative Writing Task 1 by Tan Sian Yin

       
My Earliest Memories, Tan Sian Yin (05)

          One of my earliest memories is my memory of my grandmother.  My grandmother was the person who took care of me when I was still a baby, until now. Her slick black hair, always curled up to match the shape of a ball, and her eyes were hazel brown, the brown that I always looked up to. My parents didn’t know how to take care of me, and so, my grandmother took care of me instead. Every time I met her, I would pick up the smell of sweet roses. I miss the times when she would soak me in water, and scrub me with those wrinkled hands of hers, a joyous smile forming on her face although I was a naughty kid, splashing dirty water all over her. This is a person I remember from my childhood.

          One of the places where I used to play was the playground at my grandmother’s house. My sister and I would hop onto the plastic platforms which lead to the slide, and pretend that we were pirates, jumping on and off the ‘ship’ our screams when we played catching could be heard from afar. The slide was one that would bring us round and round until we reached the end. I remember a swing made out of simply just a wooden board and metal chains holding the swing up. I used to think that with the swing, I could reach up and touch the trees 5hat grew around the playground. The swing would creak and groan whenever we swung around. I could have the swing all to myself because my sister was scared of it. This is a place where I used to play.

          I remember that I used to live in a HDB flat with my grandmother. One place that I loved was the playroom. The playroom was a child’s heaven. It was a room coloured light blue and pink. I can still remember that huge heap of toys that were nicely piled up in a neat stack. As a child, I was always in the playroom with my sister, having a picnic with the soft toys.  In the kitchen, my grandmother would always be whipping a somewhat simple but delicious meal. Whether it was in the morning, afternoon or at night, I would always smell the aroma of food wafting into the room from the kitchen, and I would always hear the clinking and clanking of pots as my grandmother was cooking.

          These are my earliest memories.

Creative Writing Task 1 by Elise

~My Earliest Memories~ By Elise

One Person From Earliest Memories:

             One person from one of my earliest memories was my mother, looking so flawless, her short hair fell around her neck, so straight. Wearing a black shirt and black leggings, she wore flat shoes. She would speak with a tone not as deep as a man's. She picked me up from Kindergarten that day. I felt the warm touch of her hand as I held it, and with slow steps, headed towards the bus stop that was surrounded by housing estates, and a carpark to its side.

A Place I Used To Play:

              I walked towards the playground built in my shopping centre. It wasn't the familiar place I used to play in. I remember the combined purple slide towards the air - conditioned area of the shopping centre, and me feeling the friction, the heat, breathing in the smell of the rubber floor, the plastic, and metal used to build the playground. I see people coming up the escalator as I slid down the slide, and reached the end. I sat on the edge of the slide, scrutinising the surroundings, remembering every inch of it. The stage near the carpark, the supermarket, and the restaurants so near me, the sounds of cars driving along the main road behind me, one floor below. The voices of kids playing and adults talking, I heard them all.

The Place I Lived In:

              Going back to my house every day, I entered the house, back then, my desk would smell of a mix of metal and plastic, the humming of the computer working as I switched it on. I sat down at my desk, feeling the rough touch of the desk, using my finger to tap it, I heard a tap resonating, and it was gone. I saw my parent's desk across the small room, a large monitor sitting on the desk, with bookstands filled with letters and papers.


Sometimes I wished I could go back to my old life, being so carefree and happy, without any of my troubles getting in the way.

Task 1 creative writing(Peng Kiang)

                                                  One of my earliest memories...   (Peng Kiang S1-01)
     One of my earliest memories was my grandmother and the things she has done for me.I remembered that she had dyed her hair brown, and usually cooks my favourite food.She is jovial and usually let me have things my way.She usually stood tall like a titan and i wondered if her lips had forgotten how to frown.When I wanted to carry my own bag,her warm smile spread across her face and her guardian like arms took them away from me.She would also do simple things sometimes like poring water without hesitation.

     When I was small,I used to play at the badminton court near the void deck.Once i remembered that my father bought me a slim solar powered car.It displayed its majestic wheels under the scorching sun.The court was surrounded by grass with a wooden bench which paint was fading away.It would always feel cool when the touch of wind caressed my cheeks.The car could not be steered so we turned the wheel so that it would aimlessly spin around in circles.When I was small,I was shy to go to my friends house as i was scared that their parents might scold me.So i played with big Lego bricks.Their clinking sound when joined together was unforgettable.

     In my house,there was a cranky plastic door that prevented me from entering the kitchen when someone was cooking. Curiosity nearly made me want to climb over it once.I also remembered my old neighbour's dog and its stench-filled breath with dark lips.It would bark at anyone (even me)when I came back home.

     How i wish I could go back in time to continue my mundane life.

Creative Writing Task 1 by Wei Hsuen

        One of my earliest memories, also the ones I will remember and never forget. I still remember how my parents will always leave me at my grandmother’s house, passing me to my grandmother’s hands before rushing to work. I still remember how warm I felt in her hands as she lightly pat my back as I doze off on a pull out mattress under a bed. The mattress, blue in coloured with little yellow stars on it. My grandmother’s head filled with white but silky short hair running down to her shoulders. She would sing to me a lullaby, with her gentle and soothing voice, how sweet they just sound, and how I would fall asleep listening to them. I love they way she walks around with cautious steps, I loved how she would bring me a bottle of milk with that wrinkly hand of hers.
        A place I used to play, the playground at Mayfair Park.The playground, consisting of slides, stairs, swing and even a small wooden bridge. The wooden bridge, made of long individual wooden planks tied together securely with a rope. I remember how I enjoy jumping up and down on it, fascinated at how it springs back up after.The slide, long and tall one with turns. It was spiral shape. After climbing a few steps, you will reach the top. I remember how my cousin and I would pour water on the slide to make it into a water slide but always fail. The swing. How I love to sit on it, swinging back and forth with my older cousin lightly pushing my back. I love the blue and black swing, how the swing connected to the top with a metal chain. How it lightly sways in the wind. These are a few places I use to play at.
         The place I used to stay, a semi-D, previously owned by my uncle who moved away. I loved the cold, marble floor. How cold it felt no matter how warm the weather was. I love the piano in the living room, how my cousin would lightly play it, making beautiful sounds. I remember the neighbor's dog, a golden retriever. How it will bark while wagging its tail when I come near it. How its eyes turn dark and sad when I shout at it, with it ears flopping down and tail between its legs.  How adorable it looks.
        These places, memories, are some of my earliest, few which I will never forget. These memories are precious.

Creative Writing Tasks 1 By Kevin

Task 1

         One of my earliest memories would be when my mother was bringing me to the waterpark. I was probably five at that time. She was wearing a blue dress, curling her hair that was reaching her shoulders. At the waterpark, I could still remember the sounds of the water, of children playing. There were pools everywhere, with slides and castles. One fear I had at that time was water. My mother brought me to the jacuzzi, where I slipped and fell into the water. Luckily,  she helped me up. That was indeed a petrifying experience.

          One of my earliest memories, of a place I used to play... I would persuade my parents or grandparents to go downstairs, to a nearby park. I was young then; I liked to climb the playground, imagining that it was a giant cliff, also hearing the sounds of the children playing and breathing in the scent of the grass. I would often pass the time limit set by my parents, thus asking them for more time limit set by my parents, thus asking for more time. Till my parents/grandparents tell me how almost every day they would anticipate bringing me down.

            My house, the good old house on top of a little hill. I could still vividly remember how I liked to go to the kitchen breathing in the delicate scent of a meal or just waiting for my parents to finish cooking. Another great place to be would be my parents' and my bedroom, how every night I would be scared to look at the dark toilet next to the bedroom, afraid that monsters will appear. 
   
             Those were the good old days......



          

            
            

Creative Writing Task 1 by Alex Pai

 My earliest memories by Alex Pai

  One of my earliest memories was lying on the soft and cooling mattress looking up at a bright light.My mum was in front of the mirror combing her smooth hair gently then applying makeup on her suggesting that we were going somewhere far.Her smooth and gorgeous face was in the mirror looking at me, eyes so dark that confirmed that she was my mum.A few moments later she put on her beautiful dress, ready for the wedding.
  One of the places I used to play is at the playground near my block.It was a small playground consisting of two swings and a slide.I loved going down the smooth slide as the wind passes through my hair and the adrenaline rush on the swing was addictive.I would go to this playground every day with my mother holding my hand.I would rush my mum, sometimes letting go of her hand running towards the playground, listening to the laughter of the children who were already there.
  I used to live in a flat at Lakeside.I would sit on the cold, hard and shiny floor with my soft and cuddly "companions".The aroma of my mother cooking in the kitchen always wafted into the living room where I was playing happily.The smell was simply irresistible, resulting in me running into the kitchen to inspect what she was cooking.
  These are my earliest memories of my wonderful childhood.

Creative Writing Tasks 1 and 2 by Elrond

Elrond Hu Kangsheng(11)
28/1/2016

      One person from my earliest memories would be my father. He would always leave the house for work every day before I woke up and he would always return before 6pm. I would always draw pictures of him, detailing his black hair which he gelled up neatly and his brown spectacles and black leather shoes.
     One of my earliest memories from my childhood of a place I used to play is the playground next to my Kindergarten, I remember the carefree days when there was no homework and every day after school, I would go there to play in the multi-coloured playground. It could turn into anything. From a battle ground to a ship. The assortment of play equipment equalled to countless hours I played there every day, fancying myself as anything from a pilot to pirate. Those were the days.
     Everyday when I returned home, I would always be greeted by the long blue curtains my dad had put up at the front door, I would always call out for my aunt instead of pressing the doorbell and she would always open the door without fail. Entering the house, I would be greeted by the smell of the Maid's cooking. I would always hang up my belt on the doorknob to the Master Bedroom before taking a quick shower and eating a late lunch. My work desk was a wooden table which I did not fancy and instead I would lay on the sofa and do my homework. And if I had the time, I would usually watch television or jump on the trampoline.
   


Creative Writing 1 by Jonathan(14)

    One of my earliest memories of a person from my childhood is my father. He had short hair and wore a pair of black frameless spectacles. He would drink a mug of fragrant black coffee every morning, and would wake up at around 7 in the morning. Being a child, I thought that 7 in the morning was very early, as I usually woke up at around 9. However, now as I look back, I think that 7 in the morning is not that early as I have woken up at earlier times.
    One of my earliest memories of a place from my childhood was the playground in a shopping centre near my house. It was a structure of platforms in the middle of a batch of soft ground with slides of various sizes and colours at each end. There was a spiralling shiny, metal pole near one corner, and another straight metal pole at the other end. The platforms had round holes with diameters of around three centimetres. As a five-year-old, I would go there every day after school at around four to play with my friend.
    One of my earliest memories of my house was a long time, ago, when I was not even five. My mother's house in Indonesia had a large, open space from the front door to my room. The open space was paved with red tiles with straight, black lines on them. It led past a storeroom, the air smelling of dust and moisture.
    These are my earliest memories.

Wednesday 13 January 2016

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