Dear Mac,
There's nothing to write about except the many eraser dust on the table left there by me during art class. Interesting, aren't they? They come in many shapes and sizes, just like the people on this planet, like minions evading my table. They make me feel like a giant due to their tiny size. Makes me feel like I have control over them.
Everything at home is boring except for two little creatures which visited my house last week, their scaly little hands mesmerised me but what happened shocked and disgusted me. Remember the funny thai advertisement we watched? That was exactly what happened to the lizard's. My heart sank but felt disgusted as I had to clean it up.
I haven't been doing much except train for the upcoming and what I feel unnecessary napfa. I think I stressed my stomach muscle too much, it's aching now. I should have exercised when I could and listen to our primary school physical education teacher.
I hope you are having a better life than me. Write to you soon!
Your friend,
Alya
Showing posts with label Creative Writing Task 5. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Creative Writing Task 5. Show all posts
Friday, 22 April 2016
Creative Writing Task 5 (Raena)
Dear Celine,
There is nothing to write about right now. I am sitting at my desk, watching the fan spin around as it throws dust particles all over the room. The fan spins round and round, like a windmill in Holland. It makes me feel relaxed, like I am on a well-deserved holiday in a lovely, windy country.
Everything at home is boring except my baby sister deciding that my essay would be the perfect canvas for her masterpiece. My 800-word essay, consisting of only boring blue words on boring white paper, was turned into a brilliant spectrum of colours. I could barely see my story underneath her better, much more colourful version. I felt frustrated. I had spent an hour on the essay, and it only took her minutes to make it look better. However, I could not help but to feel a sense of pride. It was truly a work of art. She might be an art prodigy.
I haven't been doing much except for my ADMT project. We were supposed to design and make a package with regards to Chinese New Year. I decided to make a box with paper cut designs on my packaging. I had spent countless nights carefully cutting the intricate flower designs. I painted it pink, orange and yellow. I was quite proud of my final packaging design, but not quite pleased with the total hours I had spent on it.
I hope that you can write back soon. It's fun catch up with friends the same way our previous generations did.
Your friend,
Raena Low
There is nothing to write about right now. I am sitting at my desk, watching the fan spin around as it throws dust particles all over the room. The fan spins round and round, like a windmill in Holland. It makes me feel relaxed, like I am on a well-deserved holiday in a lovely, windy country.
Everything at home is boring except my baby sister deciding that my essay would be the perfect canvas for her masterpiece. My 800-word essay, consisting of only boring blue words on boring white paper, was turned into a brilliant spectrum of colours. I could barely see my story underneath her better, much more colourful version. I felt frustrated. I had spent an hour on the essay, and it only took her minutes to make it look better. However, I could not help but to feel a sense of pride. It was truly a work of art. She might be an art prodigy.
I haven't been doing much except for my ADMT project. We were supposed to design and make a package with regards to Chinese New Year. I decided to make a box with paper cut designs on my packaging. I had spent countless nights carefully cutting the intricate flower designs. I painted it pink, orange and yellow. I was quite proud of my final packaging design, but not quite pleased with the total hours I had spent on it.
I hope that you can write back soon. It's fun catch up with friends the same way our previous generations did.
Your friend,
Raena Low
Creative Writing Task 5-Gabriel
Dear John,
There’s nothing to write about except the itch on the pimple on my forehead. It's like a volcano smack in the middle of the ocean, with nothing but skin all around it. The itch troubles me terribly, but I do not dare to touch it, for fear of creating an eruption of white pus.
Everything at home is boring except doing homework. The pile of homework on my table is like a mountain, which I have to climb. I keep getting distracted by all kinds of things, from the roaring of vehicles to my phone beside me. How I feel like just lying down on my bed and sleeping like a log, but I really have to finish my homework.
I haven't been doing much except going to the gym to work out. As I run three kilometres every day, I feel like I am running a full marathon. But after weeks of training, my stamina is gradually improving and now I can almost run the three kilometres without breaking a sweat.
What’s been happening in your life? It’s fun to get letters with such a boring life.
Your friend,
Gabriel
There’s nothing to write about except the itch on the pimple on my forehead. It's like a volcano smack in the middle of the ocean, with nothing but skin all around it. The itch troubles me terribly, but I do not dare to touch it, for fear of creating an eruption of white pus.
Everything at home is boring except doing homework. The pile of homework on my table is like a mountain, which I have to climb. I keep getting distracted by all kinds of things, from the roaring of vehicles to my phone beside me. How I feel like just lying down on my bed and sleeping like a log, but I really have to finish my homework.
I haven't been doing much except going to the gym to work out. As I run three kilometres every day, I feel like I am running a full marathon. But after weeks of training, my stamina is gradually improving and now I can almost run the three kilometres without breaking a sweat.
What’s been happening in your life? It’s fun to get letters with such a boring life.
Your friend,
Gabriel
Goh Cheng Yang CW 5
Dear Gaigy,
There's nothing to write about. I am currently sitting on a chair, my computer, file, and stationery spread out on my wooden table. A fly just flew and landed on my table. It is small, black-brownish and it looks weird, like a small centipede with wings. I can't do anything to chase it away, since I have so many things on my table. I tried to flick it away, and luckily, it just flew away on its own. I was disgusted, but relieved when it left. When it flew, it resembled a tiny black tangle of string floating around. I wonder, was it a new species? I have never seen this type of fly before.
Everything at home is boring except finding a door I didn't know existed. I was walking in the kitchen, my hand on the wall as I walked. I heard a click as I hit a corner of the wall. Then, I saw the door open. It was just big enough for a rabbit. I caught a whiff of beans, meat and flour. I stuck my hand in, and felt something slimy. I immediately pulled my hand out, shut the door and washed my hand. I am never going to stick my hand in any unknown hole ever again.
I haven't been doing much except learning about health science and training for Napfa! I got most of the questions right (which no one else knows) in health science. We also did planks and invisible chair for our physical training. My belly still hurts from yesterday's planks! Even though I suffered, I still feel proud that I managed to get past this obstacle in life. I also feel proud to know so much in health science that others don't. How I wish I can always feel like the best!
This is all I can think of to write to you. And please write to me too! It's always good to receive letters when life is so boring.
Your friend,
Cheng Yang
There's nothing to write about. I am currently sitting on a chair, my computer, file, and stationery spread out on my wooden table. A fly just flew and landed on my table. It is small, black-brownish and it looks weird, like a small centipede with wings. I can't do anything to chase it away, since I have so many things on my table. I tried to flick it away, and luckily, it just flew away on its own. I was disgusted, but relieved when it left. When it flew, it resembled a tiny black tangle of string floating around. I wonder, was it a new species? I have never seen this type of fly before.
Everything at home is boring except finding a door I didn't know existed. I was walking in the kitchen, my hand on the wall as I walked. I heard a click as I hit a corner of the wall. Then, I saw the door open. It was just big enough for a rabbit. I caught a whiff of beans, meat and flour. I stuck my hand in, and felt something slimy. I immediately pulled my hand out, shut the door and washed my hand. I am never going to stick my hand in any unknown hole ever again.
I haven't been doing much except learning about health science and training for Napfa! I got most of the questions right (which no one else knows) in health science. We also did planks and invisible chair for our physical training. My belly still hurts from yesterday's planks! Even though I suffered, I still feel proud that I managed to get past this obstacle in life. I also feel proud to know so much in health science that others don't. How I wish I can always feel like the best!
This is all I can think of to write to you. And please write to me too! It's always good to receive letters when life is so boring.
Your friend,
Cheng Yang
Thursday, 21 April 2016
Creative writing task 5 (Rae)
Dear Vanessa
There’s nothing to write about except the torn tablecloth I have in sight. It has been the glass table’s companion for several years, which explains how yellow it had turned and the torns and stains. How much I wish I could have it changed, my parents wouldn’t bear to have it thrown as it was a gift from my uncle and was made of good quality. But haven’t they heard of the phrase ; if the old don’t go, the new won’t come?
Everything at home is boring except what happened yesterday, when my little brother accidentally hit a vase on the table which caused it to shatter, “haizz…” How many times did I tell him not to run around the house? And in the end, I got blamed for not looking after him, how innocent I was.
I haven’t been doing much except having to do planking during Sports & Wellness lesson. We had toturous physical training the whole lesson. I don’t see the point in doing all this because all it does is to cause my limbs to hurt so bad. And all of us were panting so heavily and sweating until a whole sheet of sweat had formed at our backs.
My life is boring and tiring, hopefully yours is better. Goodbye!
Your friend,
Rae
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