" Another 5 seconds to go! " I counted enthusiastically in my heart as I scrutinized my watch.
Just as the blaring alarm went off, I pack my belongings into my bag hastily, getting ready to go home. Everyone was busy with their packing and the class was in a boisterous state. Books and pens falling off the tables, zipping of bags and the shrilling noise made by the friction when a chair is pushed back were heard. As I stood up, a boy panting excessively with beads of sweats trickling down his chin came stumbling into the classroom.

"Miss Ang!" he shouted, calling out to my teacher.
" Please hurry and fo..follow me! Som..something bad has hap..happened!" He stuttered out words which sounds like he had an apple stuck in his throat.
The atmosphere in the classroom was soon surged into an stiff, icy cold one, with everyone attention's on the boy.
"Calm down Benedict"
"What happened?" Miss Ang calmed the panic-striken boy.
Benedict retorted, "No! Hurry and follow me!"
Upon finishing his words, he ran out of the classroom and signaled us to hurry with a ghastly paled look on him.

Everyone in the class was startled. Miss Ang expeditiously stormed out of the classroom, giving Benedict a chase. I followed too. I could see a girl lying flat, seemingly unconscious down the aisle outside the classroom as I hurtled out. I was petrified by the sight of blood streaming out from the girl's head. My legs started to get wobbly and fear was knotting in my stomach as I went closer to the scene.

I was afraid of the sight of blood since young.

"Anna dropped into coma right after coming out of the washroom!", wet strands of hair plastered down his forehead and dripping into his eyes as Benedict explained.
"When she falls, her head knocked onto the edge of the wall and blood started cascading off from her head." Benedict's head and body jerk while he stared at the blood.

The scene was teeming with curiousity students, it was claustrophobic and the noise made it worse.

Soon, our school's operation manager came and hustle them to go off, and had already called the ambulance. I was busy fanning Anna's head with my twilight storybook while trying to avoid the pool of bright red blood which glitters in the glaring sunlight.

The siren of an ambulance was heard and we had to help carry Anna up. I was shaking tremendously as I carried Anna, blood stained my shirt but I did not care. All I knew was to get Anna up to the ambulance as quick as possible.

The ambulance drove out of the school gate, with a right turn and it was out of sight. I was still worried for Anna, hoping she would be fine. Then I noticed that both my hands and shirt were engulfed in fresh blood, I almost fainted.

A week later, Anna was back in school. I knew it because Miss Ang told me and I went to look for her. She was reading a book quietly in the library and I approached her.
"Hey, you look good." words drifted from my mouth quietly.
"Hey! It's you. I haven't got the chance to thank you for helping me. So ya.. Thank you!" she exclaimed out loud, and everyone in the library were looking at us.

We then walked to the food stalls and got ourselves some food to eat. I was telling her how terrified I was when I saw the pool of blood forming at her head and that was when she accidentally cut her finger and blood started oozing out. I promptly took out my clean cloth and wrap it around her finger, trying to stop the bleed.
"So are you still intimidated by blood?" Anna quipped, with a wide grin on her face.
"Definitely no, not anymore!" I boasted.

During one of your project group meetings, one of your members suddenly exclaimed that he had received an urgent telephone call and had to leave at once. However, the deadline for submission was in two days' time. Give a full account on how the matter was resolved.


Boisterous atmosphere filled the ambience, where we discussed heartily for our project work.
"John!" Jessica, hollered, followed by was a tight slap onto John's back.
"Will you stop fooling around? The deadline for submission is due in two days time and you are still lazing around!" Michelle snarled, staring vehemently at John.
"Ouch!" John shrilled "Alright, fine. I will......" he dragged the word and suffered another onslaught from Jessica.

"Everyone, now I will allocate each of you a task to research on." Jessica exclaimed and soon, all of us were researching and getting as much information for the task we were appointed to.
The surrounding was a resemblance of a dead night, rigid and tranquil and that was when the silence was shattered into a loud shriek. "Hey people!" Elvis exclaimed.
"I need to leave at once, my mom called me up and told that my sister was admitted into the hospital due to an accident!" Elvis was shaking terribly as he speaks, face gone all white, as pale as a sheet of paper.
We were immensely shocked by the piece of news and hurried him to set off to the hospital.

Upon Elvis's disappearance, John started whining,
"Look! Now we have got one member short and the deadline is due in two days, how are we suppose to finish up?"
I calmed and assured John that we can finish this up if we split up the work which was supposed to be done by Elvis.
"Now, we will have to finish up our own assignment and then we will move on to clear up Elvis's workload. Simple as that and we will be in time for the submission." I assured John.
In an blink of eye, all of us had finished our task. The sun had started to crept down and gloomy dark clouds were in sights.
"Alright guys, since we have completed our own assignment and we have one more day before the deadline, we can meet up tomorrow and complete Elvis's work." I suggested, seeing that all of us were lethargic and feeling ravenous.
All of us agreed and headed off for home.

The following day was sunny and windy, a perfect weather for a soccer match but we had to help Elvis finished up his assignment.
"What a pity!" I groaned.
We had things moving on expeditiously and in an hour, we had completed all of Elvis's work and also did improvements on our own assignment.
"I'm really glad that we managed to complete the work in time and honestly, I think we did a pretty good job." Jessica expressed.
"I am surprised as well and I have learnt that with a good team spirit and cooperative members, nothing is impossible!" I added on.
John suddenly moaned "Okay, enough with the emotional part but my stomach is grumbling!" " Can we get ourselves some food?"
A loud slap was heard again, this time on John's thigh which remarkably left Jessica's full handprints on.
"I am hungry too, let's reward ourselves by having a sumptuous feast!" Jessica exclaimed.
"And you have to hit me for that?!" John wailed as we started packing and hurtled our way to the food mall.

One day, as you were visiting close friend at his/her place, you observed that there was a crack in one of the walls of his/her flat, and duly pointed it out to him/her. Write an account of your friend's reaction and how he/she resolved this matter.


Observing the surrounding as I progress towards Keith's house, young children were seen playing exhilaratingly near the park, old people playing chess calmingly under a hut . Just before I knew, I was already in front of the lift.
" Ding dong.. " goes the blaring doorbell and soon, a familiar face came into sight.
"Come on in Gabriel, make yourself feel free!" Keith exclaimed, with beads of sweat rolling down his face.

Upon stepping in, a gust of foul smell stirred up my nose.
"Oops sorry, I was doing some workout earlier on and didn't expect you to arrive earlier than my bath!" Keith quipped.
I guess he must have witnessed the distressed and uncomfortable feeling that was painting on my face.
"I didn't mean that bro, just that.."
"No worries, I will head for my shower now and for the mean time, you can watch the television first." Keith stopped me before I could barely finish my line.
I went splashing down onto the comfortable sofa while Keith headed into the bathroom. The shows that were airing were monotonous and I decided to take a trip and explore Keith's magnificent house. The house was exquisitely beautified by modern furnitures, white "L" shaped sofa coupled with a black glossy table in front of it where most of Keith's work are at, artistic painting are hung over the walls and as I walked down the aisle, I noticed a crack in one of the walls. I crept towards the crack and touched it with my bare hand, it was a rough and rocky feeling and that was when things started going wrong.

"Gabriel! What had you done to my wall!?" Keith bellowed, his face fuming red as he stomped his way to me
"What?!" I retorted "The crack was already there and stop the assumption!"
Keith was so mad that he resorted to violence and pushed me on my shoulders as he vociferate that I was the one who made the crack on the wall. We were both hot under the collar and the argument got more intense and we nearly broke into a fight and that is when Keith's sister, Alicia, came into the picture.
"I think I heard some arguing going on, are you guys alright?" came a velvety voice from Alicia.
"If its that loud to allow you to hear, so we aren't really alright." Keith shrugged.

Unwillingly, I started speaking first and told Alice what had happened and upon finishing my last sentence, Alice drifted out an "oops".
"That crack was actually left behind by my penknife while I was doing my projectwork with friends you see.." Alice spoke softly in dismay.
That was when we knew the exact story and I could see Keith in a guilty state, all embarrased.
"Sorry Gabriel, I had to admit my acts were too rash and started confronting you without believing you." Keith spoke with a remorseful tone.
"It's cool, don't worry."
"At least the clouds are clear now and comes the sunshine!" I exclaimed exhilaratingly.
Soon, we got ourself immerse into the video games and has got into appeasement. Amidst the gameplay, Keith suddenly took out a video game and handed it to me.
"I really hope you wouldn't take it to heart for the incident just now and as a apology, I would like you to have this!"
I was astounded as that video game was the latest and it wasn't available in local stores yet.
"Stop reiterating the word "sorry" !" I pleaded "You have at least said that for a thousand times, I swear!"
We both chuckled out and continue with our videogame and that is when I realised how important keeping calm and not be agitated when things goes wrong is.

Desperation.

Hello readers(if there are any), it has been awhile since this blog had an proper update!So I was preparing for my English O's and I came upon a topic for my composition which was .. (look at the title of this post bitch).
The name Ahbin was used in this story because at the end, the main character was in a dog position licking things on the floor. HAHA! Yes, just for that reason so Ahbin the name was used.
Suggestion are deeply appreciated and, enjoy~ :)


Ahbin was covered in repugnance cotton-made clothes. His shirt was torn whereby part of his stomach was revealed, trouser tattered in brownish and black stains and his shoes was in a rugged shape, the used to be white shoelace now soiled in dirt.
Disheveled facial hair on his scarred face and those curly strands of hair of his falls dead with the gravity, so dead that it doesn't move when he walks, not even a slightest movement was observed and all in one, portrays a poignant life he has.

Ahbin leaned lethargically by a rusty pole on the abandoned back alley, where it was humid and foggy. The air was stale, he barfed at least thrice. He gingerly squats his way down, peeking cautiously at his east and west. Nobody was round. He was safe. Shaking ferociously, he jerked a bit and tucked his right hand into his pocket, digging up a packet of white fine powders which was semblance to salt. No, it was drug.

Ahbin leads an ordinary lifestyle just like any average Joe on the street. He was one promising engineer, having a stable lifestyle and also owning his own house and car. Things started going wrong one day when he took his first step to the addictive poison - ecstasy.

"Hey bloke, yes you." Ahbin look confusingly at the man who called out to him. The man was one tattoo maniac, his skin was heavily inked and there were even sterilized metals on his face. Ahbin moved back a bit, noticed one 'Mickey Mouse' on his left bicep and that was when the man interrupted him.
"I got the damn mouse when I was fourteen, it was my favorite cartoon character." he explained.
Ahbin laughed under his breath, "Cool, really cool for a guy like you. So what can I do for you?"
"I will sell you this top-grade ecstasy for just 500 bucks my friend, seeing you have interest on my "Mickey"." The inked guy grabs Ahbin firmly by his arms.
"No no, I am not into drugs! Thank you." Ahbin turned and made his way towards his car parked near the cafeteria as he speaks.
As soon as he turns, his shoulders felt a tight slap on it and the inked guy catches the engineer by his shoulders and started explaining what wonders and magic those white powders could do. Ahbin was a little tentative at first and then he started falling deep into another dimension, into the persuasion of the man and as soon as he woke to his senses, the man was out of sight and a pack of white powder was on his hand.

Ahbin was alone in his room, squinting his eyes and scrutinizing gingerly at the pack of white powders. The table lamp of his flickers throughout, only the table he was on was in sight. Curiosity killed the cat and it did. Ahbin poured out a small pile onto his hands, sniffing it up and his veins was surged with adrenaline as soon as it enters his nose. He felt his blood pumping furiously from his heart into his brain, to all of his body and he felt very light, like he was floating. Crawling towards his bed, he started sniffing up every single grain on the pack. Ahbin felt like he was on top of the world, getting dizzy and moments of lucidity was followed by blank spots.

Since then, Ahbin was addicted to the drug and to the extent that he lost his promising career and sold his car in exchange for the poisons. Ahbin even researched on the internet to find out where he could source out better quality drugs. Banks started calling him up, pushing him for the debts he owns, housing debts as well and all of his savings were used up. His life was in a total disastrous state.

Ahbin wanders about on a street, he stole a few buns to replenish his energy but ended up getting thrashed up and left his shirt torn and shoddy. He was exhausted, he falls to a puddle of mud on his knees and feed himself to a bun he managed to save. Soaked in the blazing hot sunshine as he walks, he was totally worn out and his relapses of drugs came. It was tormenting and unbearable.

Ahbin was drenched in his own sweats, he stealthily peered over the electronic gadget shop where it was astoundingly brighter than the shops on its side. He had a plan - to rob the cameras on display and trade it for a few packs of drugs. The area was dead, very quiet and tranquil. He took a quick glance of the surrounding, he made sure there was no one near him. Fastidiously, he took his body towards the shop, his eyes was watery, his stomach knotting in fears and the legs was wobbly as jellies.

Annoying blaring alarm went screeching, Ahbin was panic stricken. He ran with all his might, with two cellphones on his sweaty palms. His breathe was incongruous.
He was panting and sweating at the same time, his hair plastered down his forehead, sweats dripping down onto his eyes and unsteadily, he tripped upon a stone, landed flat onto the pavement and his face brushed through it, bleeding profusely. Ahbin cussed out and made his way to a public booth. He made a call to his drug dealer, impatiently asking him to meet him immediately.

"Hey, over here." Ahbin called out to a man in a dark grey hoodie. His face was masked by the shadow, making it impossible for anyone to elucidate how he'd look like.
"Only a pack for this two useless cellphones." the man in hoodie said as he handed over a pack of white powders.
Ahbin retorted "No, these phones ought to worth much more than a pack!"
"Take it or leave it then dude."
"Fine!" Ahbin grabs the pack of drug reluctantly and handed over the two cellphones.

Thoughts of how relaxed and high he will get upon inputting the drug into his body, he expeditiously made his way into an abandoned back alley. The place was as in a total state of stillness but foggy. His shirt was torn where his stomach could be seen, mud stains on his trouser which was from the kneeling down earlier one in the muddle of mud and his shoes was out of shape and the soles came off - from the tripping. He dragged himself to a corner, squats and lean upon a pole. His body was trembling ferociously.
Ahbin dug his right hand into his pocket and pulled out the packet of drug. He tried opening it, but his hands was quivering tremendously. In a moment of anger, he pulled open the packet by violence and it all spilled onto the floor, which was wet and sticky.

"Mother fucking bitch! Damn it!" He cussed out.

He had no choice, his palms and legs were on the floor, positioning like a dog. He slowly descend his head down, sticking out his tongue as beads of perspiration trickled down his forehead like a string of shattered pearls. He licks the disgustingly wet pavement, savoring all the drug he could, as well as the insects and strands of hair on the floor into his mouth.

Wonders.

I found this story across the net, and it's a really inspiring and touching one so would like to share with you all. Enjoy.

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As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold crosses and then putting a big 'F' at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until the last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a shock.

Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, 'Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be around.'

His second grade teacher wrote, 'Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle.'

His third grade teacher wrote, 'His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father does not show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps are not taken.'

Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, 'Teddy is withdrawn and does not show much interest in school. He does not have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class.'

By now, Mrs. Thompson realised the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful bright paper and ribbons, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume. However, she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to."

After the children left, she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children... Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her favourite pets.

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honours. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favourite teacher he had ever had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his Bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favourite teacher he ever had but now his name was a little longer... The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

The story does not end there.

You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother was wearing on their last Christmas together.

They hugged each other and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You are the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."

Natasha, happy birthday!

Natasha, the vice principal of the school was furious about the gang related things going on in school and mummer to herself "I must annihilate both the GuanYinMa and DragonClaw gang." lifting an eyebrown up upon finishing her sentence.
She walks out of her office, stomping vigorously with her $5.90 slippers, she marched towards the canteen in search for the gangs. Her red glossy lips, alike to Angelina Jolie was seductive and alluring, resulting in Mr Dumb's erection and pre-cum. Natasha was proud of that.
Natasha impeccable facial feature made her shine through the gloomy dark clouds that surrounded the school, she is a resemblance of an angel.
Upon stepping into the canteen, Ms Natasha's bra snapped loose, she was panic-stricken. She feared that people might caught her deficits cause she stacked twelve pads into her bra, making her breast looks endowed when it's actually minus A cup.
Sweat beads were formed on her forehead, dripping furiously and her $0.95 lipstick started to melt. Yes I'm being exaggerating.
Her level of panic roses with time, so she ran towards the toilet paper roll, peeled off a hefty amount and crushed them into balls and snuffed it into her minus A breast. Her confidence regains as her breast looked like melons.
A sharp laughter was heard, it came from the corner. Ms Natasha turned promptly towards the direction and spotted Yi Li Neh, the head of DragonClaws. Behind Yi Li Neh was all the members of DragonClaws.
Another hysterical laughter pierced through Ms Natasha's ear, she turned hastily towards the direction and saw Stephanie, with all the members of GuanYinMa.
"Ahhhhh! They must have seen it all! I'm dead, how am I going to face them?!" Ms Natasha hissed out with her eye browns frowning now. >:(
Then came a velvety sound, " Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Ms Natasha, happy birthday to you~" It was surprisingly from the two gangs she hated deep down her bone!
"What do you think of this Ms Natasha? Are you touched?" a deep strong voice tunneled from the back of Ms Natasha. It was the school's principal, Mr Low. Standing 5.5ft, with muscular arms, dark brown eyes on his impeccable facial feature and his combed hair makes him looked even perfect. So delicious ahhhhh. HAHAHA!
Ms Natasha was dumbfounded and astonished by this sudden dramatize act. " I..I.. am loss for words" She jumps in joy and balls of tissues came dropping down her Gucci top. She was really loss for words then and all eyes around her were startled by the balls of tissues.
"No wonder the tissue depleted so fast la, I always shit then cannot find tissue to wipe my man's hole!" Shadi grumbled. "So Ms Natasha is as flat as Zhihuay, cause Zhihuay only got one breast ma, then look like the other flat one, hahaha!" Selina laughed in joy!
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Stop it you imbeciles! I am going to expel you all one by one! What GuanYinMa and DragonClaws, such corny name and you guys are still so proud of it?! I will expel expel expel all of you!" Natasha shouted, agonized.
Laughter came flooding the whole of the canteen, the entire students of BLSS came down and witness the shame of Ms Natasha's. Natasha collapses into the pool of laughter, criticizes and embarrassments..
Then came a shaft of bright natural light, provoking her eyes. She was irritated by it, and so she opened her eyes and found out, she is still in her office. What happened was just a dream! But she sense angers, furiousness, breaths and a living thing in front of her. It was Mr Low.
"Ms Natasha! Why are you sleeping during lesson time?! I am going to expel you, expel expel expel you!"

Hahaha, sorry for the lack of updates but since it's Natasha's birthday and I got nothing to do while waiting for Phoebe and Ahbin, so I decided to write a short story and give it to Natasha as a "present"! Hehehe. Oh ya, all the good things I write about Natasha are only limited to this story only, HAHA OWN. Since its her birthday, so must write good things about her ma ^^
Bye!

The truth.

Love is patient, love is kind.

It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.