Monday, 20 January 2014

Little India Riot

From media reports... a drunk Indian National boarded a packed private bus and was causing trouble. He was made to leave and was subsequently run over by the bus. The crowd outside the bus became agitated and began damaging the bus. A Civil Defence ambulance arrived. The paramedics were pelted with stones and bottles by the gathering mob while trying to extricate the body. One red Rhino (light fire attack vehicle) was damaged, a police car had its windscreens smashed and 4 patrol cars were overturned. The police personnel who were outnumbered were attacked by the rioters. An ambulance & 2 police cars were set on fire. Special Operations Command arrived later and brought the situation under control.

From other YouTube videos, I see people cheering and whistling when the ambulance was set on fire. This is very disturbing.

(The bus driver was arrested and being investigated for causing death by a negligent act)

Saturday, 18 January 2014

5 Motivational and Inspiring short Stories

1. Everyone has a Story in Life

A 24 year old boy seeing out from the train’s window shouted…
“Dad, look the trees are going behind!”
Dad smiled and a young couple sitting nearby, looked at the 24 year old’s childish behavior with pity,
suddenly he again exclaimed…
“Dad, look the clouds are running with us!”
The couple couldn’t resist and said to the old man…
“Why don’t you take your son to a good doctor?”
The old man smiled and said…
“I did and we are just coming from the hospital, my son was blind from birth, he just got his eyes today.

Every single person on the planet has a story. Don’t judge people before you truly know them. The truth might surprise you.

2. Shake off your problems

A man's favorite donkey falls into a deep precipice;
He can't pull it out no matter how hard he tries;
He therefore decides to bury it alive. 
Soil is poured onto the donkey from above.
The donkey feels the load, shakes it off, and steps on it;
More soil is poured.

It shakes it off and steps up;
The more the load was poured, the higher it rose;
By noon, the donkey was grazing in green pastures.

After much shaking off (of problems)
And stepping up (learning from them),
One will graze in GREEN PASTUREs

3. The Elephant Rope

As a man was passing the elephants, he suddenly stopped, confused by the fact that these huge creatures were being held by only a small rope tied to their front leg. No chains, no cages. It was obvious that the elephants could, at anytime, break away from their bonds but for some reason, they did not.

He saw a trainer nearby and asked why these animals just stood there and made no attempt to get away. “Well,” trainer said, “when they are very young and much smaller we use the same size rope to tie them and, at that age, it’s enough to hold them. As they grow up, they are conditioned to believe they cannot break away. They believe the rope can still hold them, so they never try to break free.”

The man was amazed. These animals could at any time break free from their bonds but because they believed they couldn’t, they were stuck right where they were.
Like the elephants, how many of us go through life hanging onto a belief that we cannot do something, simply because we failed at it once before?

Failure is part of learning; we should never give up the struggle in life.

4. Potatoes, eggs, and coffee beans

Once upon a time a daughter complained to her father that her life was miserable and that she didn’t know how she was going to make it. She was tired of fighting and struggling all the time. It seemed just as one problem was solved, another one soon followed.

Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Once the three pots began to boil, he placed potatoes in one pot, eggs in the second pot, and ground coffee beans in the third pot.

He then let them sit and boil, without saying a word to his daughter. The daughter, moaned and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing.

After twenty minutes he turned off the burners. He took the potatoes out of the pot and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl.

He then ladled the coffee out and placed it in a cup. Turning to her he asked. “Daughter, what do you see?”

“Potatoes, eggs, and coffee,” she hastily replied.

“Look closer,” he said, “and touch the potatoes.” She did and noted that they were soft. He then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. Its rich aroma brought a smile to her face.

“Father, what does this mean?” she asked.
He then explained that the potatoes, the eggs and coffee beans had each faced the same adversity– the boiling water.

However, each one reacted differently.

The potato went in strong, hard, and unrelenting, but in boiling water, it became soft and weak.

The egg was fragile, with the thin outer shell protecting its liquid interior until it was put in the boiling water. Then the inside of the egg became hard.

However, the ground coffee beans were unique. After they were exposed to the boiling water, they changed the water and created something new.

“Which are you,” he asked his daughter. “When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a potato, an egg, or a coffee bean? “

In life, things happen around us, things happen to us, but the only thing that truly matters is what happens within us.

Which one are you?

5. A dish of ice cream

In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10 year old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.

“How much is an ice cream sundae?”

“50 cents,” replied the waitress.
The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied a number of coins in it.

“How much is a plain ice-cream?"

“35 cents,” she said brusquely.

The little boy again counted the coins. “I’ll have the plain ice cream,” he said.

The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and departed.

When the waitress came back, she began wiping down the table and then swallowed hard at what she saw.

There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were 15 cents – her tip.

the stuggles of my life

Well,i never had any struggles in my life before except once in primary school which I would not really call a stuggle.Well,the first struggle was that I once had set the alarm for 8 am because I wanted to bake a fresh cake for my parest on their wedding anniversary.but when the alarm rang...I dismissed  it thinking that I could wake up in a few minutes.but  I guess that I overslept and ended up waking up at 8.45 am. I knew that a cake would take 30 mins to bake.i had to think of a alternative option.thats when an idea popped into my mind,i could make them a wonderfull English breakfast for them..and when they would go out for lunch..i could bake the cake and get it ready by the time they come back.

Now,i have another story....well this time I was the one helping someone who was sruggling.
it all started like this.....
I was in Pri was 3.30 in the afternoon when my extra classes in school had ended.i was so dead  tired that day.i quickly caught the 811 bus that arrived and sat thinking in my mind what I will do once I reach home...the moment when I got down the bus stop,i heared some crying sounds.when I looked back..i saw a girl about my age crying .I went towards her and consoled her and asked her what happened.she replied humbly that she took the wrong bus from her school (she took 811 instead of 812)and ended up getting lost.i recognized her uniform, she was from Peiying Primary School. i used to be in Peiying  school in primary 1 2008.but the next year 2009 I changed my school to naval base primary and joined primary 2.well..then I told her to come with me to a friend of mine who is also from peiying primary since my phone had no battery.i found out that they both were classmates.the very next moment my friend passed the girl her phone.the girl pressed the buttons quickly as she waited for her mum to pick up the 20 minutes her mother came and picked her up thanking us a reward...she gave me $10 but I told her that if my friend had not lent the phone..she would be still be helpless so I shared the money with her..

Trashion Fun

Hi! My name is Simran  ...I m a fan of fashion designing..i mean trashion designing
well,i was inspired to become a trashion designer ...after watching this video about project is a fashion show were they  used trash and recycled materials to make dress and have a competetion between the paticipants..well that that day I did no that it could change my life
from the day I watched the whole series of project greenways video's I got interested in fashion illustration,which is the first step of fashion designing...I find that this project is very usefull as it will be a helpull source in the future when we will lack things because of using them up such as we can find an alternative way which is reusing the thrown or recycled the end when the thing are made into cloths..they actually do look stunning!!

Friday, 10 January 2014


 Hi! My name is HOMEWORK  sorry..i mean English. Well,I used to be a Homework file until I became a English file thanks to a very thoughtful person. Well here is my story.

A few years ago,my home used to be at the Popular Book Store when one day a family of four paid for  me and brought me to their home to use me as a homework file. That day was the most gleeful day of my life.I could not help grinning from ear to ear in joy. The first few weeks went very well in their house. The two children always made sure that I was clean, and shining from zippers to chains. I felt that I was very lucky to be with such organized children but when I realized it was not for long that I was wrong. The children had just come back from their school. Suddenly they raced towards me and grabbed me by both sides and started pulling me towards themselves.  I was horrified by their aggrasive behavior of fighting for me.The boy got so angry that he pulled me with much strength from the girl and tossed me to the ground in fury. I was heart broken. How could someone do something like this to me? I cried as I thought about the two childrens true colours. When their maid found me at a corner of a wall, she didn’t even bother to put me back to my shelf, instead she  donated me  in a flea market sale. One of the women shopholders at the sale choose me as an itiem sell and arranged me neatly with other files on a table. That’s when a sophisticated lady showed up at the womans booth.she pointed towards me and my fellow tablemates indicating that she was interested in buying us.The next day,when I woke up,I found myself in a classroom. When I looked up I saw the same lady holding me and explaining something to the class.That very moment I understood that she was a school teacher.She was explaining the pupils in the class that she had bought us from a flea market where all the things sold are second handed itiems. She also shared with everyone that she bought all these files from a flea market not because they were sold ata discounted price but because buying used & old files means using recycled files…this way she tried to play her part as a human being to help to stop global warming.Not only that,we were also in good conditions so throwing away the files would have been a shame and waste of money. Today,I  live in cozy drawer with my other drawer mates and go to work with my owner to school. Haah,I sign with satisfaction everyday,with  now my life being gay as it could be.Thanks to the very understanding women/

THE END-Simran 1e1

full info abt my self

Hi,i m Simran. I am from class 1e1 also known as perseverance 1.Well,i am from Naval Base Primary School. I came across Chong Boon Sec while flipping through the PSLE booklet trying to find a school that was suitable for me.i really miss my primary school teachers more than my friends as teachers were the one who always supported me in all way but friends also played a part of entertaining me throughout my whole journey of 5 years.the teacher I I really fond of from my primary school is Ms Ferisha. she was my CCA( drama) teacher She is not only pretty but also kind and supportive. She was just like a mix version of a counsilor and a teacher. just like most secondary students,during teachers day,even I am going to visit my ex teacher.Someone has onces said "All's well that End's well"


soo..let me introduce myself....
Pri School;Naval Base
Favorite food:pizza & laksa
Favorite colour:purple & ; the new black
best friend: yu ting
favorite teacher:miss ferisha
fav cca:drama & multimedia club