A Shocking Discovery

A Shocking Discovery

Beads of perspiration trickled down his face. The intense heat of Egypt would have made him turn down the decision, had he not thought about how important is was to find the tomb of a ruler, which was said to have ruled the whole of Egypt before any other king, Professor Scuffing wiped the sweat off his face with his hand and stabbed the shovel into the ground and continued digging. Then, 13 year old girl walked out of the tentment nearby carrying a glassful of water. As she walked towards Professor Scuffing, her golden hair danced in the air gracefully. She handed the Professor the glass of water with a smile famous towards her father, the professor himself.

“Ah, thanks you very much Alexi,” the professor took a huge gulp of water, “I hope the heat here does not bother you too much my darling,” he continued. Suddenly, a worker ran towards the professor and Alexi and in between gasps, he said, “ The….The tomb…..I think we found it.” Upon hearing those words, the professors eyes lit up and he and Alexi followed the worker as he ran towards the site of the discovery. Alexi and her father elboured their way through the crowd of workers where the worker had brought them only to find part of a hand-curved stone block on the floor. The professor examined the stone and stood up, faced the crowd and said “This is it! This is the tomb!”

Excitement filled the air as the workers frantically dug their way through the ground to expose the entrance. After what felt like an eternity, the entrance was finally revealed. However, the entrance was too small for anyone to enter. As the professor and the workers brainstormed on how to enter the tomb, one came up with an idea of getting Alexi to enter the tomb and before she knew it, all eyes were on her. She sighed and said “ Okay, okay!” She grabbed a torch light and squeezed herself into the entrance, She walked down a narrow tunnel and found herself face to face with a tunnel fork. However, she noticed one of the tunnels to be decorated with gold. It was obvious to here that that was the route.

Alexi found herself in a hallway and at the end was a magnificently decorated sarcofagus. Behind it were heaps and piles of jewelry and gems. However, she suspected that the place was booby-trapped . No one would let anyone take away their treasure from them so easily. She picked up a stone on the floor and threw it across the room. Darts flew all across the room. Not good. She thought no othe way than to run across the room, dodging the darts. She tookd a deep breath and sprinted across the room, hearing the darts whiz behind her and finally, she made it alive. A loud boom echoed above her and light shone into the room. Alexi looked up only to see her father and the workers peering down. “How did you know I was here?” Alexi questioned her father. “Simple, you watch acan be tracked, anyway, let’s get you out of there,” he replied and threw a rope down.

New of their discovery spread like wild fire across the world and at the party held in the museum of Egypt, where the discovery was brought to, they were more than just celebraties. “ Wow, I guess this is what it’s like to be a celebraty!” Alexi said. Professor Scuffing took a sip of champagne and said. “ I guess so.”

Written by: Bryan Hon
Dated: April 2009

The Flag

The Flag

The siege was ready. Archers took their places behind the swords, men, creating the troops invulnerable to both ranged and melee attacks. I sat on my horse in full steel armour, one hand carrying the flag of our country, the other carrying the royal ruby-encrusted sword that made its way into my hands through the passings of many generations. Laddenmen, who would help create entry into the enemy’s castles walls, stood next to my army. Their faces were filled with fear and worry. These men were not trained to fight, however, they would give us the upper hand in conquering the city. Taking one last look at our flag, I raised it up high into the sky lefting it soar in the winds of Britain and in one lung-full, I shouted the signal everyone had been waiting for,”Charge!”.

My men and I charged over a small hill to find the enemy’s castle being protected by their own troops. No matter how many men stood in our way, we would sldy them all. I rushed through the enemy’s army, slashing at the sides of my horse taking down a few of their men. However, I ran out of luck. An arrow whizzed through the air and stabbed into the chest of my horse, My horse jumped up and stood on its hind legs, neighing in pain. I lost my balance and fell back onto the muddy ground. As I tried to get back to my feet, I spotted one of the enemy’s men lunging towards me with his sword. I did a parry and got up before he could do anything. A series of parries and lunges happened between the duel but a riposte sent my sword straight into his chest, ending his life. This was it, first blood, now the siege had begun and I was sure we would win…….

Written by : Bryan Hon
Dated : March 09

Erhu Pieces (recorded 19 Dec 2008)

I have not been practising since my PSLE. Hopefully, it will still sound nice to your ears. Kindly run the program fully and replay the 2nd time so that it will sound better. You may like to lower the volume a little. Sorry for the bad recording. Hope you like it!

Slow Piece:月亮带表我的心

Moderate Piece: 男儿当自强

Fast Piece: 赛马

Angels Beside

The angels located in the skys above,
Shone light to the ground since the day of birth,
For many have never seen the light,
Its powers still never subsides,
For those who feel the angel’s light,
Have dawned to see their fears take plight.
But there is one thing we should know,
For many may even think it so,
Our angels are just right beside,
Our parents which create our might.
For soon we will discover our fate ,
For they have made us happy and great,
They are who we know,
From birth and till we’re old,
They are someone,
We always know ,
Our parents it is to show,
The greatest people we’ve ever known.

Written By: BRYAN HON 5/15/08

My Violin's Idols

Last day, photo taking with all my teachers at the String Conference

Dr. Terry Durbin my all time favourite. He's a great teacher and a great joker, and guess what he has a PSP!!!!!A violin PSP to be exact.

Mr. Michael McLean, the great composer for Czardas & Fandango. He's my Idol!To be exact....He's handsome....Hehe.

My Other Idols

Mr Christian Howes a renowned Jazz violinist. He's a great jazz soloist and also a great motivator....In fact all the teachers at the String Conference were great motivators.

Mr Domenick Fiore, he's a great double bass & cello player and a really good accompanyment.

Singapore String Conference 2008 - Day 3

(Fandango-Michael McLean) Conducted by Domenick Fiore.

Jazz Ensemble (Bossa Azul-Bert Ligon) Conducted by Christian Howes

Singapore String Conference 2008 - Day 2

Orchestra D

(Csardas by Micheal McLean) Conducted by Domenick Fiore.

Technique Ensembles

(Gigue from Sonata in D Minor) Conducted by Michael McLean.

Disecting a Pig's Heart at low budget!

This is a genuine pig's heart.(im not a serial killer!!!!!)
the pig's heart was at a reduced price of $1.84.probably the pig,who is currently in heaven(probably having wings)is quite angry at the price, saying"my life does not cost a mere $1.84!!!!!!"

Putting my finger into the arteries to feel its depth.(I wasn't asked by the pig to help remove his cholesterol clottings

Doctor-"Creating an incision into the heart"

Nurse -"Yes"

Doctor-"OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!The whole heart is filled with a wierd substance!!!!!"

Nurse-"i will send it to the lab for analysis" Later...........

Nurse-"results are back,its wierd,the scientists started hugging each other after the analysis"

Doctor-"Let me see"

Doct0r-"Holy Cow! there are wierd cells portraying the word"I love you!!!!!"

This is my first time disecting an organ. It was fascinating to see the atriums of the pig's heart. But to be frank, it is pretty smelly. . I can't wait to disect a fish...

Memories of Zach

There have always been flashes of memories of my dear friend, Zach, shelved in my mind. I can still remembered that incident vividly, as if it happened yestereday. As a matter of fact, it happened ten years ago. Zach and I were very close friends, but that day, death separated us.

“Is everyone set?” Zach asked. Everyone including me nodded in high-spirits. It was another Sunday and we were doing our usual thing, cycling. As soon as we were about to set off, Zach was already cycling at break-neck speed. During the cycle, Zach said that he was feeling a little fatigue and wanted to head to the back of the group. But that was when disaster struck.

At that time, a bus, after being fully loaded with passengers started changing lanes to head down the stretch of road. And before anyone knew it, Zach was thrown head first on the road due to the massive wheel of the bus that had come in contact with Zach’s bicycle. Unfortunately, Zach fell right below the bus’s right front whet and he was dragged to about seven metres from his bicycle, leaving nothing but a stain of fresh red blood on the road.

The noise from the bus’s engines had completely covered Zach’s excruciating screams of pain. The bus swerved to the side of the road and stopped, leaving Zach’s scream to pierce through the air. We heard his screams and we swerved to stop. We ran to scene and to our horror, I found Zach lying under the bus on a pool of blood. His upper body was stripped bare of his clothes and his skin was torn to the flesh. Passers-by immediately dialled for the ambulance.

In no longer than fifteen minutes the wailing of sirens could be heard in the distance. The ambulance arrived at the scene and extricated him by lifting the bus with air bags. We were sent into the ambulance and we waited for the ambulance to reach to the nearest hospital as his life hanged in the balance.

At last, we had reached the hospital. The nurses rushed Zach into the “OR” Operating Room. I wanted to follow but, the nurses pushed me back even before I took a step into the room. They told me to wait for them and that they would do their best to save Zach. I obediently stepped back and took a seat on one of the benches located near the “OR”. I prayed for what felt as an eternity before the doctor came out. The doctor sighed and shook his head before heading back into the room. I could not believe it. Zach was dead. Tears flowed freely down my cheeks as memories of Zach and I flashed in front of my eyes. Out friendship….all gone. He had left this world leaving me behind….all thanks to that bus driver! That….that insolent fool! I clenched my fists. But I knew it was not going to help. Poor Zach, I am sorry that you died and I wish you a happy life, I thought….

That day left me with hatred and sorrow that scarred my heart dearly. Zach thanks you for all the friendship and love you have given me. I will never forget you……

By Bryan 16Jul08

SORROW

I can still remember vividly the day a mother died, in fact it was my friend’s. Although she was not my relative, I was greatly affected by the news. Somehow, I felt a “connection” between me and my friend, Jake. Maybe, there was a possibility that we were brothers…….
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“Jake! can we leave now? I am bored to death!” said John, a friend of mine, who was part of our group that suggested that we spend a picnic out at East Coast Beach. “Soon! Just some sandwiches and we are ready,” replied Jake. A few moments later, we were armed with sandwiches, muffins and others, and were heading down the beach ready to rule it.
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A few of our members setup the mat on the lush green landscape, whereas we unpacked the food. Soon enough, we were ready to sink our teeth into homemade sandwiches and others of some sort. But then came a phone call for Jake that would turn this event around.
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Suddenly, a loud ring pierced through the air and we all traced it back to Jake. Jake, embarrassingly stood up and walked away to answer the phone call. We ignored him and started wolfing down the sandwiches. Every sandwich eaten, released a temptation to eat twice the amount. A few minutes later, we had finished all of them and were quietly waiting for Jake’s return but it did not happen. Instead, I heard someone crying from a distance. I turned around and only to find Jake, with tears flowing freely down his cheeks, sitting next to an oak tree.
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I slowly approached him and consoled him by patting his back. I asked him in my most caring voice “what has happened?” and in between sobs, he said “ I…..I received a call from the ….the hospital…..” he inhaled heavily, trying to swallow the huge amount of mucus stucked in his nose and continued..” They said that…that my…mo..mother has pa…passed away because of a car accident. “ With that, tears flowed down his cheeks more heavily, as if they were driven by a hurricane and he started breathing heavily. I continued patting his back to console him but it was no use, grief had over whelmed him.
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We had no choice but to cancel the picnic and send him home. Our hearts were torn to shreds as we all headed home individually. Nothing was happy at all. On the day of his mother’s funeral, we were all invited to come. Invited, with hooks hung in our hearts as we saw Jake’s family being overwhelmed with grief. Our heads’ hung at our necks, hoping for nothing but to see Jake happy once again. But it seemed impossible.
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On that day, our hearts were scarred dearly as we all saw grief itself, but in a form that could not be explained, it was just too overwhelming, just too powerful to control, it was the infinite amount of love between a parent to a child being converted into an infinite years of grief and regret. I just could not believe it, the power of love that could change our lives greatly, for love is what we must cherish……………..

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By Bryan 18Aug08

ROBBERY

“How much for this 24 carat diamond ring?” Mr. Tan asked. “It costs 150 hundred dollars, sir”, replied the salesgirl. Mr Tan was finding a perfect ring for his proposal to his future wife. Mr Tan took another glance at this diamond ring, admiring it beauty as it glittered through his stubby glasses . Perfect! Everything was going well and that might was Mr Tan’s last date with his future wife before their marriage. He held the key to that event in his hand, the diamond ring.

Mr. Tan returned the right to the salesgirl and said,” I’ll have this one.” The salesgirl immediately took the ring from his hand and asked, “ Is this ring used for a proposal?” Mr. Tan frowned and nodded. “I’ll put his ring into our special box for you.” The salesgirl said with a smile. Instantly, Mr. Tan liked the service and wanted to find our more about their other services. “May I ask, what…….”but before Mr. Tan could continue, the door swung open.

Three large men carried sacks and a long machete. Seeing the machete, Mr. Tan stood rooted to the ground and his jaw dropped. He could not believe that he was at a scene of a robbery on his very special day. It had all turned into a catastrophe. After recovering from his shock, Mr. Tan knowing what he had to do to stop the robbers, immediately screamed for help. But before he could do so, the robber carrying a machete ran towards him and held him up by his tie. While pointing his machete at Mr. Tan’s head, he warned him with a string of abusive words. Mr. Tan knowing that he was on the edge of a sword stood where he was, empowered by the robber’s machete.

The robber’s two companions shattered the glass panels show casing the expensive jewellery and thrashed them into their large sacks. The other worker of the shop squatted at a corner of the shop, too shocked to move as if they were paralysed. Mr. Tan seeing the other robbers thrashing in more jewellery was ready to risk his life. He screamed at the top of his lungs for help once more and closed his eye, knowing that the robber would kill him.

After what felt like eternity, Mr. Tan suddenly felt the tug of his tie loosening, he opened his eyes and to his surprise, the robberies started to flee out of the shop. But that still was not good enough. Mr. Tan gave chase to the robbers but once the robbers were at the doorway, they were given an unfriendly greeting by the police. The robbers knowing that they had lost themselves to the police dropped the sacks of jewellery worth five million dollars.

After the police had taken the robbers away, Mr Tan who stood at the entrance of the shop, waited for the lady to pack the diamond ring that he had ordered earlier. Soon, the salesgirl came out of the storeroom, carrying a box that would make any women happy. As Mr. Tan fished out his credit card to the salesgirl, she smiled sweetly and thanked. “Thank you, sir for saving us all.” Upon hearing the salesgirl words, Mr. Tan started to blush. No longer than 3 minutes later, Mr. Tan was out of the shop and his way home.

Two weeks after the incident, Mr. Tan sat newt to his wife, he had married two days after the incident, reading a newspaper article about the robbers, who were sentenced to life imprisonment with no parole“. Serves them right to do such things”. Mr Tan muttered under his breath.

By Bryan 29Apr08

Listening To A Friend

“Alvin, why did you follow your friend?” These very words from his mother ringed in his ears as his sore bottom, red hot with pain, seared through his body. All of this would not have happened if he had not followed his friend, Nick. Hr felt that he was so stupid at that time to accept Nick’s suggestion to vandalise the toilet. Alvin knew that it was a serious offence to vandalise, but he did not notice at that time that he was doing something wrong, instead finding it ‘fun’.

It all started that day, at recess. Alvin was having his break when Nick asked him if he would like to join him to do something, he had with him crayons and felt-tip pens. Alvin agreed, while on their way to nowhere, Alvin asked Nick “where and what are we going to do?” But, Alvin’s words were interrupted with, “just follow me and you’ll know” by his friend. Alvin frowned.

Alvin and Nick stood in front of the deserted toilet. All they heard was dead silence. The toilet was mostly deserted due to the rumours of that toilet being haunted. But both Alvin and Nick knew that did not exist. Nick, who immediately opened the old wooden door of the toilet, was greeted with a tingling sound of the creaking door. Alvin could feel a cold sensation trickling down his spine as he followed Nick into the old toilet. The toilet had not changed since they last visited two years ago in primary four.

Alvin, in an instance, asked Nick,” Okay, we’ve reached our destination so now, you better tell me “What….Are…..We…..Doing?” Alvin said, broadly. “We’re going to vandalise this toilet, anyway no one hardly entered this toilet.” Nick replied. Upon hearing the word vandalise, he mustered up all his courage and rejected Nick’s suggestion. However, Nick persuaded him.

“Okay, fine!” Alvin said, frowning. He picked up a felt-tip pen and started drawing a crude picture. I’ll only do it once, he said in his mind. But, his promise was broken. They unleashed their creativity by drawing more than just crude pictures, abusive words. Little did they know what would happen to them.

Suddenly, the door creaked open and in came two prefects. In an instance, pens and felt-tip pens dropped to the floor. Nick knew that he was ‘sitting ducks’ and so, rained several punches on the prefects bringing them to the ground. Alvin dropped his jaw in awe as Nick tried to escape. But he was caught by Mr. Tan , the discipline master of the school, by the collar. Soon, they were both sent to Mr. Tan’s office and were reprimanded severely, followed by caning. When the first stroke landed on Alvin’s bottom, red hot pain seared through him. Burning and tearing apart. At last, they hung their heads in shame as they were sent to see their parents and so, that was where it ended.

From then on, Alvin learnt a valuable lesson. Listening to even a good friend means that you are ready to take a hefty consequence. In every subject, there is a pros and cons and we must measure them well. Alvin regretted listening to his friend and that incident was etched in his life forever…………….

By Bryan 4May08

An incident at the Zoo

“Sir, would you like to buy a cookie? It’s only a dollar each. Every single dollar will be donated to the zoo in its efforts to save endangered animals.” I said politely to the tourist. It was the school holiday and my school had selected a few pupils, including me to take part in the animal fund raising programme. The first few days went pretty well, so I predicted that everything would go well that day. But I was wrong. It was a disaster.

After what seemed like an eternity, I almost finished my share of work. Putting a bright smile on my face, I continued selling the remaining cookies. “Sir, would you………” before I could finish my sentence, a high-pitched screams echoed the Zoo. It sent shivers down my spine. Suddenly, I felt a pat on my shoulder, I turned around only finding my friend, Fredrick, panting with exhaustion. He opened his mouth and in between heavy pants, he said,” A jaguar has escaped from its enclosure. It’s heading this way”.

I stood rooted to the ground, utterly shocked. My jaw hanged from my skull. After I regained control over my body, many tourists and visitors were running away as quickly as possible towards the exit. Before I knew it, the jaguar was in sight. The zookeepers were already putting up blockades to block the jaguar from going any further and some carried rifles and surrounded the blockades before shooting at the jaguar with tranquilizer darts.

Although the jaguar had a very slender body with biceps bulging from it front arms, the hail of darts were too much for it to take. No longer than a minute, the jaguar lay onto the floor motionless, in deep sleep.

The jaguar was placed on a truck in a cage. I wanted to continue watching the truck thinking where they might send the jaguar to. But it had turned around the bend and was no longer in sight.

The next day, the incident had already made headlines” Jaguar escapes at S’pore Zoo, visitors evacuated”. I started to ponder, how it came out. The incident remained a mystery but still if there was anyone who caused such trouble, the person ought to pay the price.

However, the news stated that the jaguar was being provoked by some visitors. It got angry and broke through the glass enclosure. This created havoc to the other tourists and visitors. The enclosure had been cordoned off to all visitors and tourists and the jaguar was put in a special cage and under close watch.
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by Bryan Jun08

The Courtroom Gazette - April Issue Is Out !!

Go to My Class Blog to read more of our April Issue. Many interesting articles were written by my good friend Joslyn. She is one of our best writer in class.

My Erhu Idols' Leaving Singapore

25 May 2008, It was the BEST CHINESE MUSIC CONCERT I EVER ATTENDED. It was my Erhu teacher's concert “Musical Ties”at SCO ,featuring his wife and father, who was a famous Huqin (Erhu,Gaohu,Zhonghu) master in HK. To me, My teacher and his father were musical prodigies, or musical maestros. Well, that all adds up to good music just like a few of the pieces such as,"Liquormania",another piece that sounded like Arabian music and a complimentary piece,"Horse Race". Wanna know something? They are Wong Sun Tat(my Shi Fu), Wong On Yuen(my Shi Fu's Shi Fu)and Yu Jia (My Shi Fu's wife). You should see how their fingers move. One of my favourite was “Flight of the Bumble Bee” Teacher Wong Sun Tat and his wife played in HK (seen inYoutube). I have seen many of his concert in Youtube and was motivated each time I see him play.
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Thing turned into disaster a few days after the concert (i am not referring to the SiChuan incident). When i came back from my Shi Fu's class, it was ok but at the end of the lesson, he told me that he would be leaving Singapore for at least 6 months. (Compo style)I stood rooted to the ground,jaw hanging from my skull, tears welled up in my eyes but they refused to flow out.I was partially in a state of shock.It was fate that brought him to me! I have sometime felt rather tired in my Erhu lessons, and wanted many times to give up. But if it wasn't for "HIM", i wouldn't have gotten a distination at Grade 3 in Erhu. He is a Great Teacher I really want to Thank him for the last 2 years of Erhu teaching. Although he may be fierce, he hides a purpose behind every word he says. THANK YOU TEACHER WONG SUN TAT & Shi Fu's Shi Fu and Shi Mu !!YOU ARE ALL MY IDOLS.........

My special dedication to my parents on coming Mothers' and Fathers' Day!

I found this song very meaningful and would like to put it up in my blog. Enjoy it!

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Child (Anak) by Freddie Aguilar

(The song is in the jukebox)
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When you were born into this world
Your mom and dad saw a dream fulfilled
Dream come true
The answer to their prayers
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You were to them a special child
Gave ‘em joy every time you smiled
Each time you cried
They’re at your side to care
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Child, you don’t know
You’ll never know how far they’d go
To give you all their love can give
To see you through and God it’s true
They’d die for you, if they must, to see you live
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How many seasons came and went
So many years have now been spent
For time ran fast
And now at last you’re strong
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Now what has gotten over you
You seem to hate your parents too
Do speak out your mind
Why do you find them wrong
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Child you don’t know
You’ll never know how far they’d go
To give you all their love can give
To see you through and God it’s true
They’d die for you, if they must, to see you live
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And now your path has gone astray
Child you ain’t sure what to do or say
You’re so alone
No friends are on your side
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And child you now break down in tears
Let them drive away your fears
Where must you go
Their arms stay open wide
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Child you don’t know
You’ll never know how far they’d go
To give you all their love can give
To see you through and God it’s true
They’d die for you, if they must, to see you live
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Child you don’t know
You’ll never know how far they’d go
To give you all their love can give
To see you through and God it’s true
They’d die for you, if they must, to see you live

“Environment” The School Science Trip. And The High-Tech Trash

Here's the article for the April issue of the Courtroom Gazette:

“Environment” And The High-Tech Trash

Being the first class to attend the Science Centre Lecture on "The Environment" was thrilling. We learned many things about the enviroment and how they affected us. We knew, after being lectured there, that our carbon monoxide emissions (cars, buses, etc.) are causing the global catastrophe, Global Warming. Thanks to “we” stupid humans, who generally want money, our existence and others without caring that we share Mother Earth with our primates and other animals. We, citizens of Mother Earth are only leaving the jobs of cleaning up our mess to the scientists. As Wei Chong said during the lecture: “Kill humans! It’s the only way to stop it!” It’s true, we should be punished. Every single garbage bag is considered a year’s savings for a poor family. Can’t you see? We are wasting more than what MOTHER NATURE has expected. And, every single bag of trash is so useful that it may also turn into a dynamo. We have cracked our lives and we do not want it to shatter.So please, it’s just as simple as the 3Rs nothing more than that. Reduce, Reuse & Reduce !
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Now, I’m going to tell you guys the fate of high-tech trash that causes damages to Mother Nature. When we upgrade our electronics goods and throw always the old models, a growing percentage are recycled but most goes to landfills, with a tiny fraction incinerated. Personal computers and other electronics contain parts that pose no danger in daily use but become toxic without proper disposal. Here is how a simple laptop or computer can kill more than a million lives. (Following Information are from National Geographic Jan’8 issue)
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Computer plastic casing contains:
*PVC-Incinerating this can produce highly toxic dioxins.
*Brominated Flame Retardants- This group of compounds may cause thyroid damage and harm fetal development.
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Circuit Boards contains:
*Lead – A neurotoxin, it also harms the kidneys and reproductive system. Even low-level lead exposure can impair a child’s mental development.
*Mercury- linked to brain and kidney damage: harmful to a developing fetus. It can be passed through breast milk.
*Brominated Flame Retardants- This group of compounds may cause thyroid damage and harm fetal development.
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Batteries (Laptops) contains:
*Cadmium – Long term exposure to this carcinogen damages kidneys and bones
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Motherboards and Connectors contains:
*Beryllium – A carcinogen, beryllium dust causes lung disease.
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I’ll stop here to avoid the faint-hearted.

My dedications to my teacher.

My ambitions are to become a doctor and a licensed surgeon, while keeping maths as one of my hobbies. Hopefully, here’s how my life would lead:
After graduating from EPPS with a good result in the PSLE exams, I will be heading to NUS high. After graduating from there, as usual, I will be sent to NS as a medic. After NS, I will be leaving Singapore for The John Hopkins University in the US to be both a doctor and a licensed surgeon.
MY OBJECTIVE
-To find a cure for AIDS (I already have a solution in my mind)
-To save many, many lives.
- (Hobby) discover a new formula that can find the unknown from the known.
MY DEDICATIONS
But all these can only be made possible under the guidance of Mr. Wan. Without his guidance, I may never succeed. He is the most caring teacher, in a way that he cares about us, like, explaining to us about the questions that we are not sure with, telling us the secrets behind Singapore, giving us math shortcuts, but ultimately, his words of encouragement can resurrect anybody who feels down. Plus, in the darkest times, he can shine light to anyone’s path of their career or goal. In my eyes, Mr. Wan is the most impressive and the most caring teacher I have ever met in my whole life. Despite being the fiercest teacher in EPPS, his anger was used to help people instead of ‘kill’ people. I can see that his anger was also used to bring the better out of people. Nevertheless, his anger showed me his wanting for us to have great futures. His greatness is beyond speak able or even writeable. His name will be etched in my life forever.

Science Assignment - Geneticist

For those who have chosen "Geneticist" for their science assignment:

Here are some mostly asked questions:

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What is DNA?

DNA,or Deoxyribonucleic acid is a nucleic acid that contains the genetic information about your whole body. You may be shocked to know that your DNA is only made up of 4 proteins are Adenine, Cytosine, Guanine and Thymine, which make up the letters that you see in some DNA charts, A, C, G and T.

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What are genes?

A gene is a unit of the DNA which contains the information about your traits.Traits, or heredity was founded by Greger Mendel,who studied the growth of peas near his church(he was a priest). He is also the man behind the chromosomes Y and X.

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What are chromosomes?

Human cells contains two sets of chromosomes, one set given by each parent. Each set has 23 single chromosomes--22 autosomes and an X or Y sex chromosome. A normal female will have a pair of X chromosomes; a male will have an X and Y pair.

The Courtroom Gazatte - 1st issue Feb'08

This is the 1st issue of our class newsletters " The Courtroom Gazette". Total of 6 pages. Do enjoy reading. I'm glad that our form teacher Mr. Wan posted it into our class blog. It was a great experience being the Chief Editor for the 1st issue. You may browse through this 1st Issue Newsletter Feb'08 :

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You may wish to read the March issues from My Class Blog.

Science Centre- Living with Viruses

ME at the Singapore Science Centre's newly opened exhibition : Living with viruses. Its really good for those who are interested in biology. Its really an eye opener. Diseases that are highlighted are SARS, AIDS, Smallpox, Hepatitis, influenza, Polio, dengue, HFMD, Avian flu and many more. It was Fact-filled, and fun. My favourite exhibition was the one nearest to the enterance. My advice, turn both cubes until it shows a virus named Ebola and a healthy human on the other cube.Place the cube showing a human onto the cube showing the Ebola.Then, enjoy the show of how it kills. After that imagine yourself being the man.(not for the fainthearted) for more information on the virus Ebola, check it out at Wiki.

Influenza Virus And Bacteriophage

Influenza Virus
attacks human
causes flu

Bacteriophage

attacks

bacteria

Different between Human Blood Cell, Viruses, Bacteria and Fungi

The Pursuit of Happiness

The Pursuit of Happiness
By Bryan Hon 19Apr08

Huge beads of perspiration trickled down my face as I walked down the pavement, leading to my school. The crimson red streaks of light that pierced through the sky gloomed above me as I took my usual route to my schoool which was a stone’s throw away from home. I dragged my feet along the pavement with heavy eye-lids. I could not stomach the pressure of being forced to wake up so early in the morning anymore! I would rather be an adult for the rest of my life! But, I was wrong.

It felt as if it took eternity just to complete half the destination. But this was where I learnt a valuable lesson. While I was nearing my neighbourhood clinic, an old lady with baggy eyes was crying uncontrollably. Tears flowed down her blushy cheeks as if they were rapids. She sat on one of the benches, facing the floor. Without hesitation, I rushed towards her, hoping that I might come in handy.

“Whats wrong?” I asked, in my most comforting voice. But she just seemed to keep quiet.

“It’s better to talk than to keep your sorrow, you know.”

“I….I….I….will be blind in 40 days if I don’t get a doctor.” The old lady finally started talking.

“I don’t have enough money to seek a doctor’s treatment”. She sobbed.

“Why don’t you ask you children to support you with the money?”

“My son and daughter left me about a month ago for breaking their valuable as I had contracted an eye disease, now I have no one to help me. I’m better off dead.”

With that, her tears started to flow down more furiously, as if there was no way to stop such catastrophe. I started to comfort her by patting her back and giving her advice, Ultimately, I suggested and helped her to called the social welfare. The social workers were very helpful in which they sent her to an old folk home where it would benefit her every need.

After being sent to the old folk home, I started visiting her on my free time. Day by day, she started to mix with the other old folks there, which made her happier every hour, every minute. Everytime I saw her, there was something deep down inside of me saying, “ you have taught her the meaning of life, and it is to be happy….”

Now, although she is blind, with friends, her live leads as normal. My theory was wrong. Being older does not mean that you will be happier. Now, I cherish every single second of my life because I know that it is precious. Precious in a way of how it affects out lives. But, ultimately, no matter who you are, what you are, how old you are or even if you are a disabled person, happiness is what takes people beyond life. Hence, we must pursuit happiness.

Just for Laugh

(In the music "I can fly")

I believe I can die,

I was shot by the FBI.

All I wanted was a chicken pie,

and they planted a bomb for me to die.

kk

I believe I can die,

I was blown by the FBI,

And then to Heaven I will fly.

Like a chicken I'll soar to the sky.

dd

I believe I can die,

I was smashed by the FBI,

so to the sky I'll fly,

to eat my favourite chicken pie.

ff

But since I still survive

Now how can i fly?

No chicken or even chicken pie.

I'll have to call the FBI.

To plant a bomb so that I can die.

To fly to the sky!!

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by Bryan Hon......."Just for a laugh"

School Project 2007 - Paper Animation

Last year, school project on paper animation.

A day at Sentosa.........what a great day man

(Pic Left) The two rock climbers of the Siloso mountain.Clearly,the picture depicts the scene of two crazy climbers ,not crazy cups!!!!!Aren't they cute????

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(Pic Right)

The two high speed racers admitting defeat to their tired bodies.

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A Day out At Lama Island HKG on 09Mar08

Me and my cousin at Lamma Island Hong Kong catching hermit crabs and clams as bait for fishing. We were actually at Sea Bed. It was only low tide.

The Sea Bed's Eco-System is amazing. We found small prawns, crabs, clams, oysters (sadly no pearls were found), sea slugs, worms, water cockroaches and lots and lots of seaweeds. Not forgetting I found a frog at was in total still on one of the rocks. My father was curious and throw a stone at it. Guess what happen??!!......Nothing happenned !!!! The frog was actually dead and stone hard. See these photos:

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My Cute Little Angel Cousin Kristy (03Mar08)

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Violin Concert Dec 2007

My Violin Buddies. View Slideshow

My New Erhu Uniform

Erhu Performance at Pasir Ris Community Centre for Chinese New Year 2008

The Price For Taking Drugs Is Too High To Pay

By: Bryan Hon Keng Pui (6 Honesty)
EPPS 17Feb08

I regret everything. How drugs ruined my entire life and how I was tricked to such things because of bad company. It all started with my friend, a hypocrite, a wretched one, who introduced me to drugs.

I still remember everything vividly as if it happened a month ago. I was chilling out at my friend’s party with some of my classmates and were in high spirits. After a while, my friend took out from his pocket a cigarette and a lighter. He lit the cigarette and then, offered us to take a puff. As my easily influenced classmates were curious about how smokers felt, each of them took a puff. But, as for me, I stood my ground with the facts that I had known for years but my classmate’s comments were taking me closer to a world that I had also thought about. At last, I could not stand their jeers and so, I picked up the lit cigarette and took a puff. Suddenly, a surge of sensation rushed through my veins and to my mind. I began to feel very ‘high’, as if I was floating. I felt like an angel in heaven. We continued playing our games and started having our own cigarettes to puff.

When we were on our way home, the pleasant feeling of smoking had died down. One of our classmates suggested buying a pack of cigarettes and share them among ourselves. As soon we had bought the pack of cigarettes and a lighter, we ran to a nearby alley and started smoking.

But something was wrong with the cigarettes.Something.The sensation did not match my friends cigarettes. It felt dull. I ran towards my friend’s house with mixed feelings, leaving my friends behind. By the time I reached his house, he was already standing there as if he knew that I was coming.

“So, are you addicted?” my friend said whilst putting a suspicious smile on his face.

“Er, addicted to what?” I replied. I though conversation was getting nowhere.

“Addicted to drugs,” he said. Everything started to make sense. My wretched friend had added drugs in the cigarettes and then told us to take a puff. I stood rooted to the ground in shock. I had been betrayed by a friend that I had trusted for years. He had ruined my life. Which I had planned carefully. I flew into a rage but as soon as he fished out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, my mind started to tempt on it .Then, the placed his hand out, palm faced up, and asked for fifty dollars. My temptations pulled a fifty dollar bill out of my pocket, then punched the bill into his hand. He in return, gave me what I had desired.

This became my routine in order to match my desire. If I did not have what I needed, I would usually start to get very tired and dull. It was pretty unbearable. Everything went normal until one fateful day. I was at my usual alley where I used to smoke when suddenly, two narcotics officers appeared in front of my eyes. I started to run as fast as my feet could take me but the two narcotics officers had already gave chase and were hot on my heels. But still, I was no match to such trained officers and was caught in no time.” We have analysed the cigarette butts that you have smoked and it contains Heroin,”said one of the narcotics officers

I was thrown into the car and was sent to a drug rehabilitation centre to undergo a cold turkey treatment. After being locked up without cigarettes, I started feeling very weird. I started having mood swings, aches, stomach cramps and worst of all, I had lost appetite, which made me as thin as a pencil. I began to tremble vigorously and halucinating. The whole treatment was unbearable. I would rather live in hell than to suffer such fate of mind-torture. After months and months of such torture, I had finally kicked the habit of drugs but the painful memories of my drug addiction days made my heart sank.

I was finally released from the drug rehabilitation centre. I promised myself to turn a new leaf. Seeing my parents sobbed was the worst thing a child would ever wanted. Seeing their children taking drugs, for a parent, would be the same. Though I lead my family now as a successful salesman, I have devoted my life to stopping youngsters take drugs by participating in some programmes. But there is something I need to tell all drug users – the price for taking drugs is too high to pay.

Bowling with Grandfather William and Uncle Keith

What a day! We were at Orchard Country Club bowling alley having a half price promotion. Finally I have the chance to throw my heart out. The ball was really heavy. Grandfather having problem with his shoes and because his stomach was so big. He can't seem to walk straight when throwing the ball. We had a friendly match. But Uncle Keith won most of the games.

Terrorist Invasion

Written by: Bryan Hon (Dec 2007)

Brandon shot as many terrorist as he could. It was his 2nd mission to infiltrate a base and secure it. "Deploy Frag!" Brandon said as he pointed at the 2nd floor of the base. Brandon looked for cover and ran to it. Derrick, a team-mate of Brandon, took out a grenade and threw it at the 2nd floor, when the grenade exploded 2 terrorists flew out of the building and landed with a loud crash and a heavy thud.

After the explosion Brandon and his team cleared the entrance. “Open, bang and clear!" Brandon said." Their push'in up daisies" said Drake, a sniper of Brandon. Derrick pushed open the door and Drake threw a flash bang. Brandon leD the way into the room, Brandon, Drake, Derrick and the team shot any terrorist that came in sight. Soon after a full search, they came to a huge hall with a tall ceiling. The hall was filled with land and air heavy resistance. "Fire at will!" shouted Brandon. Brandon and his team stormed into the hall, without hesitation they fired at any terrorist that came in sight, bullets flew every where. Brandon, Derrick, Drake tried to dodge the in-coming bullets but an in-coming bullet striked Drake in the arm. "Medic!" "Drake shouted.”I'm coming!" said Johnson, a medic as he ran towards Drake. Brandon and Derrick covered Johnson as he placed a bandage on Drake's arm. After an hour of shooting, all air and land resistance were neutralized. Suddenly a helicopter flew into the hall. It carried a 2m mac gun and a 2 tri-shot missiles on both sides. The helicopter shot its 9cm caliber mac gun. Brandon, Drake, Derrick and the team ran for cover "Drake! He’s yours" said Brandon. Drake took out his V36 sniper rifle, aimed it on the head of the helicopter driver and sent the V36 bullet into the driver's head. The helicopter lost control, twisted and turned but did not explode. Suddenly Brandon heard a group of terrorist coming. Brandon ordered the team to rush across the hall. Brandon, Drake, Derrick and the team rushed across the hall with their energy left. Soon, the group of terrorists arrived. The terrorists tried to run across the hall while shooting. Brandon used his EAGLE4366carbine, with precise aiming, shot the fuel tank of the helicopter and it exploded. The radius of the explosion was very effective that it killed the group of terrorist in one blow. "Johnson, get me the Far Range Walkie Talkie (FRWT)” said Brandon. Johnson took out a FRWT and passed it to Brandon," This is Brandon here, do you read?" Brandon said to the FRWT " This is HQ we read you over " the FRWT replied. " good" shouted Brandon."HQ here,good job taking out the terrorists and the Apache but don't open the champagne to early,sattelites show a convoy of terrorist reinforcements heading your position either take'em out or leave the area for EVAC."
"We're sticking to plan A"
"Well,good luck.HQ, out"

As soon as the FRWT crackled,then died down,Brandon was already giving orders,ensuring that he and his team was safe from the sooner-or-later terrorist attack whilst producing the most amount of damage to the terrorists."Drake! Scout the forest nearby the road and stay covered.Report to me when you see the convoy through the FRWT"barked Brandon.No longer than 10minutes later,the rumbling of trucks rattled inside Drake's ears."Enemy convoy inbound.Alert, they have a German Sherman tank and another Apache coming inbound."

"Good job,Drake, Rendezvous to my position safely,i won't let a teammate like you on the edge of death."
"Thank's Staff Sergeant Brandon."
"Brandon, out."

Back in the terrorist building, Brandon continued to give orders, after learning about the massive amount of firepower the terrorists were bringing along."Kelvin! "barked Brandon. Kelvin,who was a explosives expert in Brandons team,turned his head to Brandon."Get your butt to the top floor marine! We've got a tank and a apache on the way to kick our butt's. "Brandon growled.Kelvin saluted, which was a way of acknowledgement. Soon, the terrorist group had arrived.Brandon then switched his FRWT from team PTT to team VOX."Here's the plan,Drake,take out their commander,then,Kelvin,take out their tank and apache with your anti-tank bazooka,we'll take care of the rest of the units.let's finish this mission up and get some champangne in a steak house. My treat."

Drake tightened his grip on his rifle,then held his breath,which helped him to get a more precise aim which he had learnt back in training years ago.Drake knew that he was the one that would start the whole symphony of gunfire ,explosions and the rattling of machine guns.Soon a shot was fired.As the sniper bullet pierced through the terrorist commander, turning his brain into a mushy temperory cavity,The commander fell to the ground.Dead.As the terrorist reinforcements stood,shocked as their commanders died before their eyes, leaving them totally known as"Sitting ducks".Brandon took the chance to take them all out. The firefight took them less than a minute to fill the land with debris and a few puddles of blood. ”That was way to easy man “Derrick lamented.” Nice shot Drake” Brandon commented. Drake left a smile before dismentaling his rifle and packing it into his most treasured rifle case: a case with a dragon on both sides which meant him good luck. Brandon then turned to Derrick and gave him a blow in the knuckles and a handshake, which meant friends forever. Brandon then faced Johnson and gave him a signal as in “get us out of here!”. No longer than 10 minutes later, the rattling of the helicopter inbound could be heard in the distance. One by one, Brandon and the rest of the team boarded the helicopter, then said goodbye to the war torn zone.


To be continued……..

Drug Driven Me Nut!!

Written by: Bryan Hon (Aug 2007)

It was twelve midnight, perfect, I jumped off the bed and went to my mom’s room. I tip-toed silently to her bag. From her wallet, I pulled out five hundred dollars as I tempted on my desire. I took the house key ran out of the door.

The streets were cold silent. I waited impatiently for my contact. I shivered and was dribbling foam down my mouth. I did not know why I was here, all I knew was that I wanted my daily dosage of drugs. I could not resist the sight of drugs. Out of the darkness, my contact walked down the street, at last my temptation ended. I rushed up to him, pulled out my money and pushed it into the drug dealer’s hand. He passed the drugs over the left. I rushed to the nearest chair and took out the drugs, I took one of the drugs and a sensation of happiness rushed to my mind.

The long sensation of happiness had ended, I looked up and saw two narcotics officers, they were staring at me. Soon, they grabbed my arms and put me into the police car. I was sent to the drug rehabilitation centre after questioning. I had to go for the Cold Turkey treatment. Every time I thought about drugs I felt the pain and the suffering I had went through. After a few years of rehabilitation, I am glad that with the help from the rehabilitation centre and support from my parents I finally kicked the habit on taking drugs.

It was a total regret to my life. I was happy to see my parents but had no more friends. After a few weeks, I had a call from the drug rehabilitation centre. They had given me a chance by giving me a job as a waiter, I worked hard and soon I earned a huge sum of money, with that amount of money, I contributed part of it to charity instead of using the money to support my drug lifestyle. As I soon had a wife, I began to lead a much happier life.

I regret mixing the wrong companies that was where I started on drugs. Drugs had ruined my life. I am glad that I was given a 2nd chance. Never will I touch on drugs again.

Trip to Palau Ubin

Written by: Bryan Hon (Jun 2007)

The sun stood at the edge of the horizon as three boys, stood at the top of the hill with bikes, looking at the glamorous view. One of the boys was me; the other two were John and Chris. We were at Palau Ubin, cycling to see the sun at dawn right at edge of the horizon. The view of the sun was magnificent.

Soon, the sun had gone down and which meant that we had to go back to the ferry station. On the way there, we traveled over steep trails, stony trails and anything you name in the forest. But things changed, on the way back, I and Chris heard a blood-curdling shout. We stood rooted to the ground as our imagination ran wild. My legs began to tremble and I had a cold sensation running up my back. I and Chris stopped and turned our bikes around. “J….J….John’s m….missing!” I stuttered. We traced our steps back to a junction and found that situation was getting worse. “It’s getting dark, we should notify the police” Chris exclaimed.

I pulled out my cellphone and dialed the police with hands trembling, soon the police operator picked up my call. I told the operator everything I knew, even though I was still stuttering, it was still clear. Soon the wailing of sirens could be heard in the distance. I and Chris notified the police about the trail that we took. The police combed the area for John and within thirty minutes, two policemen walked out of the forest with a stretcher, on the stretcher was John, who had thorns stuck into his shin which most likely explained about the blood-curdling shout. The police brought John, me and Chris to the ferry, which then the police brought John to the nearest hospital. The doctors pulled out the thorns on this shin and wrapped his shin with a cloth. Suddenly, John’s parents rushed to him and hugged him, then John’s parents turned their heads at me and Chris, John’s parents thanked us for notifying the police or else the bleeding of the wound would be worse.

I felt glad about the incident and would always help people in need.

The Crying Old Lady

Written by: Bryan Hon (Sep 07)

The blazing hot sun gave off its furious blaze of heat as the people suffered over the intense heat. I strode out of the school and took my usual route which lead to a bus-stop. The bus stop was usually deserted but that day was not. There was an old lady, sitting at one of the seats of the bus-stop, facing the floor. I could hear the sniffing from the old lady but was not sure what kind. I took a step nearer to the lady and realized that she was sobbing. I sat beside her and took out a tissue from my pocket which I bought earlier in school. I patted her back and tried to cool her down. Then, I asked her why she was sobbing.

She took a deep breath and started to talk. Her family neglected her as her son found out that she had lost a lot of money by gambling, but even if she was gambling, her son could at least remind or scold her but not let her out in the streets with nothing. I felt anger in my heart and as if I was a hero, I asked her where her son lived. I stomped to his house as if I had lost my mind. Her son’s house was just a few blocks from the bus-stop. I went to the house and knocked on the fine pine door. After a few minutes, the door opened, revealing her son. My head was burning with anger and I spoke words that my mind was throwing at me. As I spoke those words, I had a feeling that I had to end this problem.

After all the speaking, her son still stood there with no response. Suddenly, in a blink of any eye, her son slammed the door as the air gushed in front of my face. I felt that I had failed to help but there was only one option left, bring her to an old folks home. I took her to the nearest old folks home and helped to register her into the old folk’s home. In my heart, I hoped that she would forget those happening and lead a happier life. I came to visit her on weekends and found that she was making friends. I could see that happiness had embraced her heart. One day, she found me loitering around and took me in. she took out a piece of paper from her pocket and started to fold. Not long later, the piece of paper was taking shape, a crane. I felt touched by what she had done. She took the crane and placed it on my palm. Tears fell down my eyes as I was too touched, all I had done changed a person life.

From that day, I promised myself, no matter what happens in my family I must treasure my family and take care of it. Nothing is worth than “LOVE”.

Causeway Points Incident

Writen By: Bryan Hon, 5 Honesty


The bright morning sun penetrated the windows of my room, which woke me up terribly I covered the light with my hand and pulled myself out of my bed. I was in high spirits as I was going out with my friends, Peter, John and Mary to Causeway Point. Suddenly, there was a phone call. I picked the phone up and listened to y nosy friend, John, who told me that he was already waiting.

I took a shower, and got changed. Then, I went to the door. But before I could turn the door knob, my mother called me for breakfast. I dragged my feet to the dinning table.

After a while, I left my flat hurriedly before my mother could say a word. I knew I was already thirty minutes late. I took a cab to Causeway Point and heaved a sigh of relief as I was not so late.

I stood at the bus stop where we had chosen to meet. I waited anxiously for a long time, wondering where they had gone.

I surveyed the area and soon found a huge crowd on the road. Curiosity led me to the crowd where I found my friends.

I pushed aside the passersby and found Peter in a pool of blood. I stood rooted to the ground with horror. My anger rose in my mind of the passers-by who had done nothing to help at all. The coldness of these people was unbearable.

I called the ambulance anxiously, with sweat running down profusely down my forehead. Soon, the wailing of siren could be heard in the distance and we headed to the hospital.

Peter was placed on a bed next to a cardiogram. I waited anxiously for my friend, who was still unsound, praying for him to recover.

Suddenly, the cardiogram started to beep wildly. My heart followed its beep wildly. Within seconds, doctors were rushing into the room trying to save my dear friend from death.

Not long after, doctors came out of the room. I rushed to the doctor and asked about Peter’s status. The doctor sighed, shook his head and then left. I knew what had happened to my friend, He had lost a battle to survive.

I stood beside Peter and pulled out a picture of me and him. Looking at the photo, flashes of memory of my friend filled my mind.