Thursday, 5 April 2012





A ride I can never forget
           As I fluttered my eyes,the memory that was still etched inside the depth of my heart.It was about a ride that was unforgettable in my life until the end.   
           It was a sunny morning day. I can feel the hot rays from the sun, penetrating through my bare window, shining right onto my cheeks. I reluctantly opened my brown eyes as the merciless sun beamed upon me. The sunrise was early ,I thought . It was only 8.30am .The melodious sound of whistling birds pierced my ears. I opened my windows and saw the grass shining bright and vivid green. The orchids in the garden bloomed magnificently , it seemed like they were greeting me.
          As I was savouring the beauty and fresh air of the morning , my younger brother barged into my room with a big grin on his face . I glared furiously at him because he did not ask for my permission before entering my room. Like a bolt out of the blue, my emotions that was filled with rage transformed into excitement as words spoke out from my brother, telling me the good news that our father was going to bring us to the enormous ‘Ocean Park’ which was located about 2 kilometers away from my house. Immediately, I made  a beeline to the bathroom, had a luxurious cleansing routine and dressed myself up.After that , I approached to the long-rectangular mirror in front my make up table and got my favourite pink shimmering eyeshadow . Also ,I applied on the eyeliner and fake eyelashes to get a gorgeous and princess-like look for my extremely delightful mood.
          Eager with anticipation, I scrambled down the staircase as I could smell the aroma of the fresh buns from the kitchen below. My mouth starts to water, as the aroma teased my taste buds. My peckish stomach was rumbling ,allowing me to attack my breakfast instantly . I stared at the wide array of scrumptious food arranged neatly on the round table .Instantaneously , my parents , including my younger brother turned wide-eyed as they saw my face veiled with two inches of powder.
          After filling my tummy, my younger brother and I made our way towards father’s dark blue BMW car, glued our buttocks on the comfort leather cushion, well-prepared and ready for our journey. A quarter of an hour later, we arrived at the Ocean Park , where outside it was already filled with cars and tourbuses. A crowd of visitors queued up impatiently to buy entrance tickets for themselves.We also lined up at the long curved queue.
          The moment I stepped into the Ocean Park, screams of joy can be heard travelling in and out my eardrums. My brother and I grabbed hold of the map and kept searching for the most extreme ride in the park and other fun games. I’m always so elated to try all the rides,especially roller coasters. According to the map, we found out that roller coaster which named Forte-G2 was the most adventurous ride.The back line of G2 was packed with hundred of people. My brother and I involved ourselves into the line briskly. The line only moved a few feet every few minutes. But every precious inch is worth it. Every precious inch gets you closer to the engineering feat dubbed G2.


To the left, we saw  a sign that read, ‘’You must be at least 48 inches to ride.’’At that moment ,I glanced at my bother worrying about his height. Fortunately , my brother was able to just barely pass the height requirement with his 50 inches.As I got closer and closer , I saw the intimidating coaster,the 175 feet beast painted blood red and charcoal grey,the marking of G2 on the train.Even from afar,the sreeching can be heard. After about 2 hours of waiting, we would be the next ones up the line. We had waited so long and the reward for our patience was priceless. The gates opened  gradually to allow us to board the empty seats. My brother took a seat  next to me. At the moment my foot stepped inside the coaster, my heart rate raised suddenly as a slight sense of fear kicks in. I felt my heart in my throat and my stomach somewhere near my shoes. The seats almost reclined with butterfly type shoulder restraints.We secured our restraints ,and buckled the belt.After the attendants finished making sure all of us were securely harnessed,the operator gave a signal that meant we would be taking off soon.I heard that loud ‘click’ and my heart thumped ecstasy.
          The G2 coaster began its slow ascent,the sweating of my hands seemed out of controll,nervous and panickly.It dawned upon me that .The nerve wrecking climb is less than a minute but it felt like hours had pass.With immense fear, my couple of eye could only gaze at the vision in front of me. Soon,I’m so high up now.I felt the air becoming thin,feeling as if I was on the top of the world. I felt the cold fresh air ,taking for myself a deep breathe. Inching closer and closer to the drop,the train suddenly stoped, I held onto my harness and tried to forget the fact that I was  in the air.The train’s descent was extremely swift happening in a moment.We were soaring in fantastic spirals,zooming through dips and turns,weightless and free. All I could see were colourful blurs whizzing past me,all I could hear were my enthusiastic shrieks ringing in my ears. The seats rotated once more . As the coaster whiplashes  and loops around. Pulling up from the steep drop,the coaster emerged from the darker cave, and swerved  a sharp right turn,skimming across a pool of water.The water splashed against my make up,thoroughly destroying it and left me feeling uncomfortable.
          Raising up from the pool of water,the coaster made a smooth right turn and soon we were back to the starting platform.As the seats kept rotating me up and down,I experienced a loss of sense of direction when I came down from the coaster.Feeling a little unconscious , I saw a figure who waving hand at us,pretend as calling us . Those were our parents,standing in front of  the camera pohotshoot shop,savouring a photo.I took a glimpse clearly.The photo was my brother and I during the coaster ride. There was a hidden camera capturing our picture without us knowing. We were depicted with funny and squeaking looks, horribly embrassing. We paid for the photo of us so that we could keep it as the memento of the memorable G2 coaster ride.

Chin See Kwan (5S2)



Monday, 13 February 2012

Happy Valentine's Day

今年的我的第一个情人节,自己过。
我~他~的第一个`情人节,不能一起过。
我们不在同一个地方....
我希望能和他一起过第一个情人节......
很遗憾的~ 我又让他失望了。
不知道,他怎样过今天呢?像平时一样吗?
i MISS you~! L

祝你情人节快乐哦。。
你要幸福哟~很。。。超级超级地幸福的那种。
就算我不再。。



今天我收到一包chocolate....是自己买的,呵呵,我support 妹妹所以才买的...
.哈哈.....很同学以为是别人送的=.=ll 一直问一直问。。

今天放学时,看到一位男子牵着一位女同学的手,
另一只手抓着一个很大很大的箱子(对!!!是情人节礼物)
完完全全成为公众焦点!
很`多人哇哇哇哇。。。我心里也‘哇哇哇哇`!哈哈哈^^


妹妹回家后问我‘姐~有人送你东西吗?’
'有~自己送自己的算不算?‘>.<
’有人送给我哦‘。。‘谁谁谁?? (我几想知道下的咯!哈哈)
哈哈。。。原来那个人偷偷放chocolate`进妹的桌子里。。
哇哇!很浪漫下的。。。


kathlyn

Friday, 10 February 2012

情歌王

今天,他打电话给我。我在和爸爸说电话,所以过后才和他聊,因为今天是星期五,再加上明天没有上课,所以我们聊电话。..聊丫聊丫。。。你过得好不好???miss you 
然后突然间,他说在再看着我的 blog。。。‘只有照片,没有写东西  =—=
看~~^^ 我有写东西料。。。哈哈XD
他叫我去看一个video...叫情歌王。。。里面有很多很多歌加在一起的。。。

‘不要像里面的女主角一样’
‘嗯嗯~~知道料。。。>.< muackzz

Sunday, 5 February 2012

Saturday, 4 February 2012

Essay--- I never saw him again after that...


Write a story ending with “ I never saw him again after that’’.

     It was a deathly silence night,both of my parents have already turned themselves into sleepy pigs,laying their exhausted body on their warm and comfortable bed. While my younger sister and I were sitting by the couch,our eyes glued at the television screen that depicted a scene from a horror movie.
     Sneaking glances behind our fingers,we saw the main heroin edging closer to a black bloody door and gently pushed it open so a slither of the dark room was exposed. Suddenly,a loud clang sounded from outside the house making us jump up from the couch. I,the braver of us two tip toe to peek behind the curtain. I noticed a lone silhouette rummaging through our trash can. The shadow of the man drifted into the glare of a streetlight. From his profile,I recognised him as the beggar that frequently wanders our neighbourhood. I ignored my sister’s questionings and sank back on to the couch,and became submerged in memories.
     The beggar moved here three years ago,we don’t  know his past but the whole neighbourhood often sees his going ons whenever he appears. We nicknamed him Mr.Scar,for on his left cheek lies on e long gash that extends from his temple to his jaw. Wearing a ragged and torn faded brown waistcloth,and large tattoo at his left hand. We thought he was a gangster before he become a beggar and we never heard him said anything. Sometimes,there are some generous people will spare him some money and old clothes to help out his daily life. Once,we saw him sleeping under the bridge of the park near the neighbourhood. That is all we knew about him.
     The second night,our parents warned my sister and I hit the hay as early as we cloud. Thus,my sister and I have to say goodbye to our lovely television and compelled to sleep even though my eyelids were not ready to close yet. I laid on my warm single bed,glanced up the dark ceiling and thought back to the plot of the horror movie that I watched yesterday night.Out of the blue I heard our puppy,Billy barking at the doenstairs ,thinking that maybe it was hungry. I went out from the bedroom and made my way downstairs with a frighten mood. As I walked downstair, the creaking sound of the stairs mingled with Billy constant barking that increases the volume . My steps quicken as I heard the sound of something falling to the floor.
     Suddenly,a shadow zoomed infront of me and escaped from the windows . It was a thief,I screamed loudly. In stantly,my parents woke up and rushed sownstairs to find out what was happening. Overcoming my shocks, I darted outside with my parents. By the time we arrived,my dad has already called the police. As we rushed out through the main gate ,we heard the noisy sound came from outside , we saw there were two guys were fighting . We walked gradually and nearly to them,Mr.Scar was over there,he was fighting with a teenager. Mr.Scar was holding a knife in his hand,bleeding. Meanwhile ,the teenager shouted ‘he was a thief’,but Mr.Scar remains in silence as he shook his head. From that,we realised that he was unable to speak. The teenager recognized himself as passerby and he had seen Mr.Scar climbed panicky over the fence,out from the house with a knife in his hand.
      When the police arrived,policeman separated the two that was still fighting. The teenager claims that Mr.Scar had broken into the house. As we stay confusedly at the scene before us ,my dog, Billy abruptly rushed towards the teenager,barking loudly,and attempting to bite his leg. The teenager took a few hasty steps back to avoid being bitten by Billy. As he retreated,some pieces of jewellery fall off from his jacket pockets. Immediately,we realised that real thief was him. And so the thief was cuaght and Mr.Scar was given treatment at the hospital for his minor injuries.
     Our thoughts wondered off to his whereabout as he didn’t appear for a week. We can’t find him neither anywhere in the neighbourhood nor under the bridge where he resides. I never saw him again after that.





Kathlyn