Hey 5.11! We got back our report books today. Some of you may not be happy with your results, but it's okay, 5.11 is united!

I'm posting here to ask all of you about your results, at the same time, asking which date you guys are free, cos we plan to have a class party.

I am writing the class which you are posted next year at the bottom, so that we can be more bonded, hope you understand. If you feel uncomfortable about this, feel free to cancel your name.

(Those names without any classes, please fill in yourself or inform me and I will fill it in for you)
1. Chia Bao Hui - 6.11
2. Belinda Chong Wen Xian - 6.11
3. Cindy Chow Jia Lin - 6.11
4. Chua Xin Ying - 6.11
5. Chui Jie Hui - 6.9
6. Fiona Tan Xin Ning - 6.11
7. Hew Ying Xin - 6.11
8. Joycelyn Khoo Yi Xin - 6.11
9. Lee Si Yun - 6.11
10. Li Xing - 6.11
11. Ethel Lim - 6.11
12. Carmen Low Jia Min - 6.11
13. Michelle Fan Hui Ying - 6.11
14. Ng Xin Hui - 6.11
15. Nur Syazana - 6.9
16. Nurul Syahirah - 6.9
17. Ong Cai Shi - 6.11
18. Phyllis Ong Hui Zhen - 6.11
19. RV Mhonika - 6.11
20. Roxanne Yew - 6.11
21. Sheryl Wong Hui Mei - 6.11
22. Siti Munirah - 6.9
23. Soon Ying - 6.11
24. Tang Fan Xi - 6.11
25. Tham Shi Ning - 6.11
26. Valerie Ng Yun Shan - 6.11
27. Wang Hui Yuan - 6.11
28. Yew Zhi Yu - 6.11
29. Yu Yang Xue - 6.11
30. Glendon Chua Wee Kian -
31. Eric Leow Yu Quan - 6.11
32. Joe Goh Si Jie -
33. Hu Bing Cheng - 6.11
34. Shawn Liew Wei Xiong - 6.11
35. Lim Zheng Theng - 6.11
36. Keith Ng Hong Shan -
37. Ow Yeong Yook Kit -
38. Soh Jun Heng - 6.10
39. Thng Yu Xuan - 6.11
40. Vasu Namdeo - 6.11

Please edit if your class is wrong!

Congratulations to the Top 10 Winners and IT Fest Winners!

Top 10 Winners
1. Vasu Namdeo
2. Eric Leow Yu Quan
3. Lim Zheng Theng
4. Soon Ying
5. Ng Xin Hui & Tham Shi Ning
7. Yew Zhi Yu
8. Tang Fan Xi
9. Shawn Liew Wei Xiong
10. Phyllis Ong Hui Zheng & Ong Cai Shi

IT Fest Winners
Ong Cai Shi & Sheryl Wong Hui Mei





Now, please tell me which dates all of you are free. If we really cannot make it for the class party, we shall cancel it. This is just an opinion. The class party could either be barbeque party or function room party. My schedule for the holidays is a bit packed, so you guys must tell me earlier, so that I can book the barbeque pit earlier. The party might be held at Palm Gardens. Please inform me ASAP or the class party will be cancelled. (Most likely it will be cancelled because of the last minute information)Yew Zhi Yu 5.11'09

Hi bubs!
Hope you are all satisfied with your marks.
Although, yes, I know many of you all don't.
But you had done your best, yes?
But to those who had scored well
Pls don't boast.
You have to be considerate to others that are quite disappointed.

Most importantly,
EXAMS ARE OVER!!!!

Cheers!
CAISHI

Dear 5.11,

I have emailed you the answer keys to 3 of the 5 practice papers. The other 2 sets of answer keys will be emailed to you by tomorrow morning.

Please email me if you don't receive them.

Mrs Chan

Yo 5.11!

I know that year 2009 is coming to an end.
Next year will be...*drum rolling*...P6 PSLE.
Yeah, well, I hope that all of us can still be in the same class, but...
Anyway, good luck of SA2 and the STRESSFUL P6 year(if u are reading this after SA2)
Hope all of us will get good results and go to good sec schools.
Keep in touch!
Treasure all that you have.
A year may seem like a long period of time, but time really flies.
In a blink of an eye, we're gonna be P6 and graduate.
Which is sad :(
Love u guys!
5.11 ROCKS!!! :)

Xin Hui :D

Hello 5.11ners!!
First of all, I wish you all GOOD LUCK for your exam!
Do not be stressed okay?
If you believe you can do it, you can.
Think positive.
Stay strong!!!
Loving you guys,
JaZ

(by the way, anyone knows why Mrs Chan has not told us the grammar speed test booklet answer?)

:D
<3

Here are some songs you might approve Boss-people-of 5.11
(btw this is all related to sch. stuff. i explain hor.)
(listen to it first)

1.Change- Taylor Swift
( about never giving up)

2. That's How The Way We Roll- Jonas Brothers
(about never changing whoyou are i think)

3. Photograph- Nickelback
( about memories)

4. Move Along- All American Rejects
(about moving along duh! an there is a video about BIONICLE for the guys)

5. Never Say Never- The Fray
( from the title you can guess)

P.S. Hey! Let's make this BLOG a reall MODERN POP one. K? Coz... 5.11 Rocks
(a bit like F1 rocks but no such class call F1 rite???)
any suggestions tell me during sch. i can research...
and i juz trying to make this blog awesome. and good luck for exams.

lurve,
your bestest friend,
siti the girl who knew too much :)
(i follow MIKA.)

Yo 5.11!

How are you guys doing? Sooo stressful, yeah?
It was really nice of Zhi Yu to renovate this WONDERFUL blog! I love the songs and skin :)
Do visit my blog and tag! Leave ur BIG name and blog webbie on my cbox!
http://www.xiia0girl-hui.blogspot.com
Hope to see u guys soon, and take care!
All the best for the upcoming SA2 exams! ;)

Xin Hui :D

Hi Guys,
This is Shi Ning here.How are you guys doing?Fine?Are you all flooded with papers from your parents?Same here.See all of you on Monday.
Luv,
Shining

oooohh! I like the new blogg. Should add more songs though. O_o

Felicia

Hey classmates!

Zhi Yu is here to post!! :D
As you can see, I changed the whole blogskin and made a new one.
Hope it's nice.
Tag to comment!
I made a Message from Webpage.
Cool, huh?
And yes, I have made the class blog open.
The reason is because I think it is too troublesome for some classmates to sign in and out.
But if there is any spammer, I will ban the person.
So no worries at all!
And I have removed the links as some of them are inactive links.
Thanks alot!

Lastly, Hope You Will Like The Skin!

Zhi Yu with lovees to this class <3

Hi everyone! i saw the tagboard got lots of ppl asking bout the e-learning thing. Anyway, i found it. Here's the link:http://www.southviewpri.moe.edu.sg/elearning.html

Hi guys,
Please believe me, that JaZ at the tagboard isn't me.
I love this class so much, why would I even want to call it ___?
Please PLEASE believe me.


JaZ

Hello Mrs Chan,

Problem no.1. Yu Xuan and Shawn have gone down to look for the listening comprehension CD but they cannot find it.

Problem no.2. We cannot find the answers for Listening Comprehension Lesson 6.

ZhiYu

Dear Children,

I am not feeling well. (Excuse me, did I hear somebody cheer?) Everything I have planned to do with you today cannot be carried out now. But not to worry, I have a contingency plan.

Class Assignments
7.45am to 8.15am - Do the next Practice/Review Paper in your Math Work Book ( You will do as homework if you can't complete it in class)

8.15am to 8.30am -Check answers for Lesson 6 of Listening Comprehension Book

9.30am to 10.00am - Do Lesson 8 of Listening Comprehension

(Yu Xuan, can you get the CD from my table? It should be in the tray. If you can't find it in the tray, it should be in one of the drawers.)

(Yu Xuan, please also get my LC workbook from my table and show the answers for Lesson 6 over the visualizer.)

Zhi Yu, please collect the Strength Updating Forms from the class and communicate with me using this blog if the class has any questions.

Homework
Nil - Have a good night's sleep and be prepared for tomorrow's LC paper.

Your Form Teacher

Hey 5.11. Sorry to inform you guys so late about this!

Firstly, does anyone knows what to bring for our supplementary lesson tomorrow ? I think we should just bring textbooks, foolscap and probably your exercise books.

And as for homework, I think you all have to bring:

1. English Worksheet
2. Science Worksheet
3. Copy Chinese Good Phrases (For HCL1 pupils only)

Please remmeber to bring your chinese homework (HCL1 pupils) to hand it in to me tomorrow as Mr Chua has already informed me to collect it from the whole class. Those that do not bring, write your name on a piece of foolscap paper yea ?

Thanks and Regards,

Yew Zhi Yu
5.11'09!! :P

Hey 5.11! Does anyone know what is the compo title ? But I think for safety purposes, so that Mrs Chan will not scold, I think all of us should just do the Hungry Boy composition. I will check the class blog again tonight so if there is any last minute changes stated on the class blog, we will follow the relay system. I will call the group leaders and the group leaders will inform the rest of your group members. If I do not have the group members' number, I think I will call someone from the group and the 'someone' will call the other group members okay ?

If you don't understand me, I think you will just call the other group members if I happen to call you, okay ?

Thanks and Regards (:

Yew Zhi Yu
5.11'09!!! :P

Has anybody receive Mrs Chan compo picture that we are suppose to receive?
Hew Ying Xin

Dear Pupils,

Please work according to the schedule. For those who are unable to complete your work in class, you will have to complete it as homework and hand it in when we meet again next Tuesday/Wednesday.

8.30am - 9.00am : Math Test Book, Pgs 73 - 80 (Zhi Yu to collect the completed worksheets and leave them on my table)

10.30am to 11.30am : Watch DVD and complete WS (Yu Xuan will take charge of the playing or replaying (if necessary) of the DVD, Joe to give out and collect WS)

11.30am to 12.00noon : Listen to Audio CD - The Tale of Despereaux (Felicia will take charge of this activity)
Post-Listening Activity : 3 new words that you have learnt and the meaning(s) of the words

Homework
1. EL Tests 5 Book : pgs 85 to 98 (Annotations for both Comprehension passages MUST be done.)
2. Math Review 6 pgs 127 - 134
3. Read notes on ENERGY
4. 20 words - check for meanings
5. Spelling

Wishing all our teachers a happy & unforgettable teachers' day!!! WOo-HOO! Thanks for all!!! THanks a bunchy-munchy lot!:)

Labels: teachers day

Dear Pupils,

Some more interesting websites where you can learn more about energy.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/schools/ks3bitesize/science/physics/energy_transfer_intro.shtml

http://www.learner.org/interactives/parkphysics/coaster.html

http://www.bbc.co.uk/schools/scienceclips/ages/10_11/forces_action_fs.shtml


Form Teacher (5.11)

Visit the following websites:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/schools/ks3bitesize/science/physics/energy_transfer_intro.shtml (to find out more about energy and the different forms of energy)

www.ftexploring.com/photosyn/photosynth.html (read about the process of photosynthesis occuring at the cellular level)

www.bbc.co.uk/schools/gcesbitesize/biology/greenplantsasorganisms/Ophotosynthesisrev2.shtml
(to take a quiz)

Author: Cai Shi~ Akeelah and the bee

"Bam!"She slammed the door shut.Akeelah stomped with fury as she threw herself onto a chair. She tossed her bag onto the bed with anger. She breathe deeply, trying not to let tears stream down her cheeks.Then slowly, she lowered her head. Thoughts of winning the competition that flashed through her mind just now were lost. Why must my mother do this to me? Akeelah thought. She knew she has the ability and the talent to win the Spelling Competition. Akeelah shrugged, raising her head. She saw her father's photograph. The radiant smile, the eyes that looked just like Akeelah's, and his shaved moustache. At that moment, Akeelah wished that her father was here. "You would let me do it," she sighed. Her father's photograph seemed to approve. out of the blue, Akeelah had an idea. Should she forge her father's signature? She looked at her father's photograph which seem to urge her to do it. Reaching for a pen and the registration form, Akeelah thought like her father and how his signature would look like.

Author: Cai Shi~Snapshot

She stomped in fury, slamming the door behind her. Casey threw herself onto her bed and buried her head on a pillow. "Stupid arm! I hate you! I hate you! I can't join the competition because of you!" she screamed as tears started streaming down her cheeks. Then, she slowly sat up and stared at her father's photo when he won the Swimming Championship, yearning for a father's love.

Author: Frances Hodgson Burnett Book title: A little Princess

On this afternoon, when she had sat down, the sensation of relief to her short, aching legs had been so wonderful and delightful that it had seemed to soothe her whole body, and the glow of warmth and comfort from the fire had crept over her like a spell, until, until, as she looked at the red coals, a tired, slow smile stole over her smudged face, her head nodded forward without her being aware of it, her eyes drooped, and she fell fast asleep.

Nobody but Sara herself ever knew what had happened in her room after she had run upstairs and locked her door. In fact, she herself scarcely remembered anything but that she walked up and down, saying over and over again to herself in a voice that did not seem her own. "My papa is dead! My papa is dead!"

He thrust the sixpence into her hand. "Yes, you must take it, poor girl!" he insisted stoutly. "you can buy things to eat with. It is a whole sixpence!" There was something so honest and kind in his face, and he looked so likely to be heartbrokenly disappointed if she did not take it, that Sara knew she must not refuse him. To be as proud as that would be a cruel thing. So she actually put her pride in her pocket, though it must be admitted that her cheeks burnt.

Done by: CS

Each day Roald Dahl sat in his mother’s old armchair next to a low table upon which was arranged small personal objects that formed a landscape through which his thoughts could roam. He would sharpen six pencils and then begin to write on lined foolscap pads of yellow paper. On another table stood a black desk lamp draped with a flannel which kept it at the perfect angle over his home-made green baize writing board. An old eiderdown (a bed covering placed on top of sheets and blankets that is filled with small soft feathers or warm material) covered his legs. A shabby suitcase had been nailed to the floor so that he could press against it to ease the pain in his back.
Behind a small brown cushion at the base of the chair back I discovered a roughly cut hole which one day in desperation he had made to alleviate (make pain or suffering less intense or severe) the pressure of abscesses (a painful swelling containing pus) which formed on his spine.
In my mind I went down that dark hole to search for clues that might have triggered his thoughts. I imagined his spinal column as a fuel pipe to his brain which was the engine that drove his powers of invention.

Adapted from: Roald Dahl Treasury-The Hut by Ralph Steadman

At this point, a lady with an ENORMOUS chest (they didn’t exactly capitalize it in the book, but… you know…hehe) and flaming orange hair came flying out of the house screaming,”My jewels! Somebody’s stolen my jewels! My diamond tiara! My diamond necklace! My diamond bracelets! My diamond earrings! My diamond rings! They’ve had the lot! My rooms have been ransacked!”
And then this massive female, who fifty-five years ago had been a world-famous opera-singer, suddenly burst into song.
“My diamonds are over the ocean, my diamonds are over the sea, my diamonds were pinched from my bedroom, oh, bring back my diamonds to me.”
We were so bowled over by the power of the lady’s lungs that all of us, excepting the Pelican, who had to keep his beak closed, joined in the chorus.
“Bring back, bring back, oh, bring back my diamonds to me, to me. Bring back, bring back, oh, bring back my diamonds to me!”

Adapted from: The Roald Dahl Treasury-The Giraffe and the Pelly and Me by Roald Dahl

The moment the Duke popped one of the Scarlet Scorchdroppers into his mouth, thick smoke came gushing out of the old boy’s nostrils in such quantities that I thought his moustaches were going up in flames.

Adapted from: The Roald Dahl Treasury-The Giraffe and the Pelly and Me by Roald Dahl

The two hooded black eyes of the turtle peered up at the boy. The eyes were bright and lively, full of the wisdom of great age. The boy looked back at the turtle, and his time when he spoke, his voice was soft and intimate. “Goodbye, old man,” he said. “Go far away this time.” The black eyes remained resting on the boy for a few seconds more.
Nobody moved. Then, with great dignity, the massive beast turned away and began waddling toward the edge of the ocean. He didn’t hurry. He moved sedately over the sandy beach, the big shell rocking gently from side to side as he went.
Soon, he was swimming. He was in his element now. He swam gracefully and very fast, with the head held high. The sea was calm, and he made little waves that fanned out behind him on both sides, like the waves of a boat. It was several minutes before we lost sight of him, and by then he was half-way to the horizon.

Adapted from: The Roald Dahl Treasury-The Boy Who Talked with Animals from The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar by Roald Dahl

There is a man who has a fierce but friendly smile on his face. When he smiles, he looks like the most amiable man the world has ever seen. Sometimes, he furrows his eyebrows and sticks his inhaler into his nostril as mathematical calculations run through his head while he tries to figure out sums. When he is in a good mood, you can see that look on his face that seems to say “Let’s horse around!”. He is my father.

By Xin Hui XD

Author: Nur Syazana

The television was switched on. "Tingting..tingting.." the phone kept ringing.
The smell of curry was coming out from the kitchen too. My brother was doing his homework, at the same time watching telvision and texting his friends. He had pimples all over his face. His hair was comb neatly.
"How to do this?" I heard him asking himself. He is very good in Mathematics, as well as in Science, but things may be difficult sometime.

Author: Tony Abbott
Title of Book: Firegirl

Courtney was beautiful. She had dark, almost-black hair and her skin was sort of creamy white. She didn't have freckles or the pimples and blotches that Darlene Roberts had, who was three desks in front of her.

Author: Tony Abbott
Title of Book: Firegirl

But when Courtney began to read parts of the book she had chosen for the group, she spoke so clearly and with all the ups and downs in her voice that helped you understand what the characters were feeling, that I almost couldn't bear it when she stopped and Kayla began to read.

Author: Tony Abbott
Title of Book:

This is how it worked. It could be just an ordinary day- like today in school with the teachers and books and milk cartons and the smell of lockers and backpacks all around me- and I would suddenly sense that Courtney was in dangert and I would have to rescue her.

Akeelah slammed the door furiously, threw her bag onto the ground, and sat down at her table. She furrowed her black, bushy eyebrows as she thought about her mother’s unfairness towards her. She had not allowed her to take part in the spelling bee contest and thinking of that, her blood started to boil. She looked round and round her messy room and her eyes finally laid upon a photograph of her handsome father.

As she squinted her eyes towards her father’s smiling face, she said to herself disappointedly “You’ll let me do it.” Knowing that her father had kicked the bucket, she slowly picked up a blue pen and looked at the neatly placed consent form. Her father seemed to encourage her to do it. A sly smile spread across her face as she forged her father’s signature on the form.
Contributed by:Eric Leow Yu Quan
Based on the movie(Akeelah and the Bee)

1. Akeelah ran to her room angrily,slammed the door with her foot threw her bag on the floor and sat down on her wooden chair. She thought about the conflict shehad with her mother and could not understand exactly why her mother disallowed her from articipating the spelling bee. Now nobody would be signing the consent form. She looked up slowly and saw the picture of a man with gleaming eyes and chubby cheeks.He was Akeelah's father.'You'll let me do it' she said before buring her head in her hands once again. Just then,she had a brainwave.Why not forge father's signature? Akeelah thought.She always knew how to sign father's signature.Akeelah decided on what to do. She picked up her pen and signed the consent form.


Written by Fan Xi
Based on the movie Akeelah and the Bee

Snapshot (1)
The fight grew more intense as each second ticked by.Mother was furious.My brother had failed his test.Mother's eyes sharpen and her brows were knitted firmly together.I cringed at one corner of the house.Tear tricked down my brother's red cheeks.He was looking innocent and fearful.My mother raised her palm and smacked it went.It landed on my brother's face.A red palm print appeared on his face.Poor brother.***

***This is not true.

Author:Tham Shi Ning

Snapshot(2)
Will crouched down and tried to blend with the lost property box,which he nearly did because he was wearing so muchof it.He began to think things to make the footsteps stop.Really big things like I will be nice to Lucy for the whole of tomorrow or even all next week.But it was no doing any good.The footsteps came slowly nearer.And finally,as he watched,a figure came round the corner.

Author:Simon Mason
Book Title:The Quigleys at large

Snapshot (3)
He went down the corner until he came to his peg.And on his peg was his coat .He smelt it to make sure it was his,and put it on and grinned to himself.His thinking had worked sometimes .Before he left,he peeped into his empty classroom through the window in the door.It was filled with sunshine,and dust swam in the yellow light.
Author:Simon Mason
Book Title:The Quigleys at large


Done by:Tham Shi Ning

1. Rain was still lashing at the windows,which were now inky black,but inside all looked bright and cheerful.The firelight glowed over the countless squashy armchair where people sat reading,talking,doing homework or,in the case of Fred and George Weasley,trying to find out what would happen if you fed a Filibuster Firework to a salamander. Fred had 'rescued'the brillant orange,fire-dwelling lizard from a Care of Magical Creature class and it was now smouldering gently on a table surrounded by a knot of curious people.


2. The sun had now begun to shine weakly on Hogwarts again.Inside the castle,the mood had grown more helpful.There had been no more attacks since those on Justin and Nearly Headless Nick,and Madam Pomfrey was pleased to report that the Mandrakes were becoming moody and secretive meaning that they were fast leaving childhood.

Adapted from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
Written by J.K.Rowling

Fan Xi

Snapshot 1:
Charlotte was having a diffcult time focusing in Ms O'Reilly's first period social studies class. She had to keep pretending there was a big red sign in front of her blinking PAY ATTENTION! This was unusual for her, because social studies involved one of her favourite topics——the adventures of famous people in history. But how on earth was Charlotte supposed to pay attention to Ms O'Reilly when her mind was on a differnt kind of adventure:the surprise adventure that she and Nick and Chelsea had been planning for weeks. The adventures she was supposed to announce to the whole class in five minutes!

Snapshot 2:
Charlotte felt her stomach do a somersault. It was bad enough she had been caught passing notes, but now she was going to be humiliated by having to share the note with the whole class. She probably should have been used to public humiliation by now considering herself as the class klutz. But Charlotte wasn't. To her, embarrassment was embarrassment no matter how many times it happened.

Snapshot 3:
There it was——finally the cheers and clapping she'd been waiting for. Of course people would be excited about a big beachside overnight on Cape Cod. Charlotte herself loved everything about the Cape——the sandy beaches, salt water taffing, sailing and digging for clams on the shore. Before moving with her father to Tanzania, then Australia and Paris,
they had spent several precious weeks on the Cape. And that was alreaddy enough to make Charlotte fall in love with it.

My own snapshot:
It was just like any other day in November——rainy, cool with the fire in the fireplace crackling. Father sat down on the massage chair, holding his cup of tea in one hand. He sipped his tea carefully, trying not to scald his lips. He set the cup on the coffee table, switch on the television,and spread his precious atlason the table. He loves looking at it. Studying it. My father and I both love geography. Father squinted at the map even with his glasses on, not to mention a magnifiying glass, too! His finger slide across the map and rested on a place——Singapore. Where we used to live...

Done by Soon Ying

When Akeelah won the spelling bee competetionwhich took part in her school,her principal suddenly stood up and told her to spell the word "persdititation"in a firm voice.Even the judges said she was only 11 years old and the word is too difficult for her, but the principal did not care and acted as if he was deaf.And repeated the word in a even firmer voice and it sounded like he was about to blow up.Akeelah broke into cold sweat, looking if anyone would help her. She started to tremble and think at the same time.Everyone looked at her thinking she is hopeless, But Akeelah wanted to prove them wrong. So,the shouted "P-E-R-S-D-I-T-I-T-A-T-I-O-N"

Movie:Akeelah and the bee

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I shivered.My winter school uniform was made of thick navy-blue wool, but i had neither a coat nor a sweater.Enryone had somewhere to go unlike me. I panicked. Suddenly there was a commotion. Two japanese soldiers were attacking a paper boy by kicking, slapping and abusing verbally for not bowing at them as they walked The terrified boy begged for mercy and the soldiers eventually swaggered off after kicking his stand.Like other bystanders i could only watch in fear and silence, keeping my eyes down.

Title: Chinese Cindrella and the Secret Dragon Society
Author: Adeline Yen Mah


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I woke up in sweat , dersperate to go back to my magnificent dream .I wanted to hold onto it but it was gone.At that moment, I missed my aunt unbearably , i wondered if she was dreaming about me at the same instant i was dreaming about her.

Title: Chinese Cindrella And the Sercet Dragon Sociey
Author:Adeline Yen Mah

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When she heard the wonderful news, she was so happy that a tear of joy came.She hugged her parents so tightly that they almost suffocated.She even started to jump around like a crazy
monkey! Her parents wanted to stop her but that was the first time they saw her happy after the ups and downs she had gone through.

Author:Mhonika

Done by:Mhonika

My sister is a girl who is neither tall nor short.She studies in Nan Hua Secondary school.She likes her room to be in a big mess and loves to throw things all around the place.My mother usually scold for that reason.She sometime is kind to me but sometime bad to me,and it depends on her mood.She usually comes back home very late and often cant finish doing her work.Though sometime she treats me very cruel sometime,but I still love her alot.
Done by:Fiona Tan

2. Regina hurried a still-speechless Terrance into the lift before Mrs Hong coud reply.Put off by this abrupt end to a topic that she held dear to her heart,Mrs Hong glared huffily at the closed lift door.The wind howled eerily through the lift lobby,causing Mrs hong to scan her surroundings nervously before she quickly gathered her things to head for home.
Tittle:cemetry of horrors
Author:Lilian Wu
Done by:Fiona Tan
3.There are books in our toilet!I HATE going to the loo in the night.I know its stupid,but i feel like the books are sneering at me.
Tittle:Lilac Peabody and Charlie Chase
Author:Annie Dalton
Done by:Fiona Tan

"my baby...give me back my baby..."an eerie wail suddenly drifted from the cemetry,sending shivers upand down terrance's spine.Terrance did not wait to see who was making such a scary request and sped towards his block of flats without looking back.When he was finally at the lift lobby,he reached for the lift button and pressed it frantically.He did not even greet his next-door neighbour who was burning paper money right next to the lift lobby.
Author:Lilian Wu
Done by :Fiona Tan

If somebody ask me to describe my father,he would be the best father in the world. He has the biggest pair of eyes,a dark eyebrow with his hands tucked into his pocket. He would read the newspaper with his glasses on, sitting on the purple sofa drinking his coffee.

Yu Yang Xue

1)The sun shone down for nearly a week on the secret garden.The Secret Garden was what Mary called it when she was thinking of it.She liked the name,and she liked still more the feeling that when its beautiful old walls shut her in,no one knew where she was.It seemed almost like being shut out of the world in some fairy place.

2)He said it a great million times-not a thousand times,but quite a goodly number.Mary listened entranced.She felt as if it were at once queer and beautiful and she wanted him to go on and on.Ben Weatherstaff began to feel soothed into a sort of dream which was quite agreeable.The humming of bees in the blossoms minged with the chanting voice and drowsily melted into a doze.

3)And it was not two months before he swallowed the last of his beer and waved his mug solemnly toward the window which took in through the shrubbery a piece of the lawn.

Title:The Secret Garden
Author:Frances Hodgson Burnett

My own snapshot
Luke was doing his tuition testpaper at the eleventh hour.He still had a few answers to jot down,but his fingers were already aching.He scrawled untidily on his answer paper.His handwriting was so untidy that even he could not make out what he had scribbled.It was illegible.He tried to recollect the answer to a question,but to no avail.His mind had gone blank.The words seemed to swim across the page.He tried hard to concentrate.He wonder if his teacher would scold him for the untidy handwriting......

Chua Xin Ying

1)It stood empty and silent this early in the morning. The dark upstairs windows looked like huge, accusing eyes, staring at him. The front door hadn’t even been unlocked yet.

2)On the first day of the court proceedings, Gerald held Angel’s hand as they sat on the worn brown bench in the hall outside the courtroom. Monique’s high heels clicked on the polished floor as she paced back and forth.

3)Gerald felt weak and heavy. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, like a stone wall was sitting on his chest with the bricks running through the veins.

Contributed by Lim Zheng Theng
Book: Forged By Fire
Author:Sharon M. Draper

Title Of Book: Best Mate
Author: Michael Murpurgo

1) But Best Mate didn't move. There was a low growl in the back of his throat, which was very unlike him. His ears were laid back on his head, and his whole body was trembling.

2) Best Mate looked at him once more for reassurance. At that moment a swallow swooped down over their heads, and skimmed away over the grass- it was as if he was teasing Best Mate, taunting him. Best Mate didn't hesitate. He was gone, gathering speed with every bounding stride, his neck straining, following the swallow's every twist and turn.

3) After a few minutes Alfie seemed satisfied, because he came and stood alongside him then, very close, their shoulders touching. Becky could see that two of them were friends already. Alfie stood almost a head high. He was resting his chin on Brighteyes's neck, and this must have been a great comfort to Brighteyes because very soon the trembling stopped altogether.

4) I lay down on my bed, trembling from head to toe. In just a few seconds, my father would come barging in with my sister alongside. Tears trickled down my cheeks. My heart missed a beat as I heard the footsteps. I stopped my sniffling and pretended to fall asleep, pretending nothing had ever happened. ( This one is from me.)

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Akeelah and the Bee

The door creaked loudly as Akeelah opened the door. Beads of sweat tricked down her cheeks. Her heart missed a beat when she heard her mother say, " Where the hell have you been?"
Akeelah turned around hastily and stuttered on every word. She knew she was in hot soup and could not get away this time. Soon a talk escalated into a arguement. Akeelah's eyes turned puffy and red. Her mother looked daggers at her, though she looked tired and disappointed. Akeelah turned around, and stormed towards the door of her bedroom. Cheeks flushing and ears burning, she slammed the door. Bang!



Jie Hui

Hello classmates. I am so sorry to post my snapshots at such a late hour. I have ame up with a few snapshots but I was out the whole day today so I only had time to post my snapshots at this hour. At least it is not Monday yet.

Snapshots from Book

1) Charlie put one arm behind my back, not quite touching me, and let me to the glass doors of the exit. I waved sheepishly at my friends, hoping to convey that they didn't need to worry anymore. It was a huge relief -- a first time I'd ever felt that way -- to get into the cruiser.
(Title: Twilight)
(Author: Stephenie Meyer)

2) We drove in silence. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I barely knew Charlie was there. I was positive that Edward's defensive behaviour in the hall was a confirmation of the bizarre things I still could hardly believe I'd witnessed.
(Title: Twlight)
(Author: Stephenie Meyer)

3) Then a doctor walked around the corner, and my mouth fell open. He was young, he was blond... and he was handsomer than any movie star I'd ever seen. He was pale, though and tired-looking, with circles under his eyes. From Charlie's description, this had to be Edward's father.
(Title: Twilight)
(Author: Stephenie Meyer)

My own snapshot:

My father was a tall, rotound man who is neither tall nor short. He reads his newspapers with his leg lifted high on the coffee table. Everytime, he would place his presbyopic glasses on the sofa seat next to him. When I would like to sit beside him and bond with him, he would say, "Be careful ah! My spectacles are there!"

Akeelahs's description:

Akeelah slammed the door shut, using her legs to kick it. Bang! The anger inside her was too unbearable and smoke could almost be seen coming out of her ears. She dumped her bag with great force onto her bed and pulled out the chair. She slumped onto the chair and stared hard at her father's photo. Akeelah's father had passed away and her mother has single-handedly brought her up. Akeelah was talented in her spelling and was asked to join a Spelling Bee competition. She knew her mother would definitely disagree, thinking it was just a waste of time and would do her no good.

"You would help me," Akeelah muttered silently, as if talking to her father in the picture.

She stared hard on the table, again. Thoughts ran through her head. She pursed her lips as she knew she needed to think of an idea to enter the Spelling Bee competition. Suddenly, a wild idea struck her. She grabbed her form and took a black pen. Feeling guilty and worried, Akeelah brought her hand to forge her father's signature: Samuel Anderson.

ZhiYu :)

1)We were playing on the empty road near our house. Fields of tall corn stretched into the distance wherever you looked. A dirty gray dog ran out of the field near us ,and then he ran back in. Lynn loved animals. Her long black hair disappeared into the corn as she chased the dog. The summer sky was clear and blue . I felt a brief fear as Lynn disappeared into the cornstalks. When she wasn't in school, she stayed with me constantly.

2)Somehow or other, Lynn got behind me and said,"Boo!" and i cried some more. She just laughed and hugged me and said,"You're the best little sister in the world!" I liked it when she say that ,so i stopped crying. The dog ran off. We lay on our backs in the middle of the road and stared at the blue sky. Some days nobody at all drove down our little road. We could have lain on our backs all day and never got hit.

3)Lynn pulled at the dog's tail and shouted at me,"Run, Katie, run!" I ran, hearing the dog growling and Lynnie grunting. When I got to the house, I turned around and saw the dog tearing at Lynn's pants as she huddled into a ball. I ran inside and looked for a weapon. Icouldn't think straight. I got a milk bottle out of the fridge and ran toward Lynn and throw the bottle at the dog. The bottle missed the dog and broke on the street. The dog rushed to lap up the milk.
Title: kira-kira
Author: Cynthia kadohata

Yu Yang Xue

Author: J.K. Rowling Title: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

1) The huge snake emerged to climb slowly up to Veldemort's chair. It rose,seemingly endlessly, and came to rest across Voldemort's shoulders: its neck the thickness of a man's thigh; its eyes, with their vertical slits for pupils, unblinking. Voldemort stroked the creature absently with long, thin fingers, still looking at Lucius Malfoy.

2) Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first of September was crisp and golden as an apple, and as the little family bobbed across the rumbling road towards the great, sooty station, the fumes of the car exhausts and the breath of pedestrians sparkled like cobwebs in the cold air. Two large cages rattled on top of the laden trolleys the parents were pushing; the owls inside them hooted indignantly, and the red-headed girl trailed tearfully behind her brothers, clutching her father's arm.
3) The hallway was large, dimly lit and sumptuously decorated,with a magnificent carpet covering most of the stone floor. The eyes of the pale-faced portraits on the walls followed Snape and Yaxley as they strode past. The two men halted at a heavy wooden door leading to the next room, hesitated for the space of a heartbeat, then Snape turned the bronze handle.

Author: Joycelyn Khoo
"Who kicked the ball and smashed my window?" a deafening voice raced through the air, into the boys' ears from the house. Just a few seconds later, a man stormed out of the house.His well-built body was enough to scare the boys out of their wits. Cold sweat began to form on the boys' forehead. They were at the midst of what to do.
" So how are you three supposed to pay for this?'' The man stared at the three boys with menacing eyes. "How? Answer me!"
The man stormed forward with heavy steps with his muscular thighs, while the boys walk backwards, step by step.
" Pay for a new window or I'll call the police!" The man threatened.
" Please don't! We'll settle everything," Mark told the man timidly...
Joycelyn.

Twilight walked forward eagerly,pushing his way through the overhanging branches. At last,the path opened out into the sunny clearing. The grass was springy and scattered with purple flowers. Golden butterflies fluttered through the warm,sweet-scented air.It was the most secret place Lauren knew.
Title: My Secret Unicorn
Author: Linda Chapman


Feeling disappointed that her plan to help hadn't worked out as she'd hoped,Lauren went into the classroom. As she walked through the door,she saw David talking to a group of his friends. She stopped. David had his new glasses on but,to her relief,his friends didn't seem to be teasing him.
Title: My Secret Unicorn
Author: Linda Chapman


Walking to school in the mornings,Charlie could see great slabs of chocolate piled up high in the shop windows,and he would stop and stare and press his nose against the glass,his mouth watering like mad. Many times a day,he would see other children taking bars of creamy chocolate out and munching them greedily,and that of course,was pure torture.
Title: Charlie And The Chocolate Factory
Author: Roald Dahl


Suddenly,something crashed through the leaves over my head. I gasped and went for cover between the bushes. Trembling,I peered out from behind the bush and scanned the forest. There was no sign of anything. The forest was still and quiet. Then I saw something that made me gasped again......
Author: Carmen Low

Siti wrote the below one. sry 4get my name... in case u dunno, it is the iron, the switch and the broom cupboard. thx.

Um.. Snapshots From The Iron, The Switch and The Broom Cupboard by Michael Lawrence
(not sure if to put book name but just put. sorry.)

1. He took the cards from the history man and started shuffling them. Half of them shot straight up into the air, another half shot to the floor, and half slapped him in the face. Mr Hurley asked him to kindly return to his seat. Eejit kindly did so.

2. Several others said the same thing, but before Pitwell could pass them around the door opened and Mr Hurley shimmied in. The big fat grin didn't last long this time, maybe because of all the yelling and people clambering over or standing on the desks. The shrill little voice of Julia Frame shouting, 'Stop it, stop it, take a card!" didn't help, specially when he saw the state of the photocopier.

3. His replacement- Mr Staples- was just as bald as Mr Prior, but he grew his hair extra long on one side and combed it over his dome to try and kid the world he was fully thatched. Mr Staples wore a dark blue blazer with silver buttons, and he had holiday-camp-type badges all down both lapels, except they weren't holiday camp badges, they were badges for religions.

"Slam!" Akeela ran into her room and slammed the door behind her. Tossing her backpack to a side, she sat down in front of her computer, too upset to do anything. Her eyes darted around the room and they rested on a picture of her father, who looked as if he was smiling at her. Akeela's father had the same brown eyes as her, and she could not help but notice how much she looked like him. " You'll let me do it," she sighed, disappointed by the fact that her mother would never let ber go for the spelling bee.

Just then, thoughts raced through her mind as she finally came upon the idea of forging her mother's signature. She reached for the consent form, which was placed neatly on the table, despite the fact that every other thing there was in a big mess. Picking up her pen, she wondered for a split second if she should do it. Then, she remembered her mother's cold eords and unfairness, and scribbled the name down, trying her best to make it look like her mother's handwriting. Picking the form up, she admired her work and smiled a determined smile. She was in for the spelling contest and no one could stop her...

Si Yun Felicia

1)There was a bellow of collective outrage.the whole of the mouse community surged toward Despereaux.The mice seemed to become one angry body with hundreds of tails and thousands of whiskers and one huge,hungry mouth opening and closing and opening and closing,saying over and over and over,"To the dungeon.To the dungeon.To the dungeon."

2)This ,thought Despereaux,was the world he was leaving behind, the world that he knew and loved.And somewhere in it ,the Princess Pea was laughing and smiling and clapping her hands to music,unaware of Despereaux's fate. That he would not be able to let the princess know what had become of him seemed suddenly un bearable to the mouse.

3)The royal family was surrounded by knights in shining armor and horses in shining armor. and atop each member of the royal family'head,there was a golden crown, and they were all,the king and the queen and the princess, dressed in robes decorated with jewels and sequins that glittered and glowed and captured the light of the setting sun and reflected it back.

4)The teacher stomped into the room with loud thud.Her face was molten larva. She was boiling with rage .She clenched her fist in anger.Her fist landed on the table with a loud thud.Seething with anger,she bared her teeth in an ugly snarl. she vented,"Where is my work???"She threw her books and pencil box on the ground with great force."Not again......"the class sighed.

phyllis

Labels: angry

My Own Snapshot

The newspaper crinkled occasionally as my father read, eyebrows furrowed as he read the fine print of the newspaper, just like mine do when I read. In the background, the television blared, casting shadows on the wall.
When he was done with the newspaper, my father turned to the television, flipping through channels in impatience and exasperation as all he could see was commercials.

Written By: Roxanne Yew

1.Sergeant Enoch Samways,as I knew very well,was the village policeman .He was a huge plump man man with a bristly black moustache,and he trode up and down our High Street with the proud and measured treadof a man who knows he is in charge.The silver button on his uniform sparked like diamond and the mere sight of him frightened me so much I used to cross over to the other side of the street whenever he approached.
2.The pit had been dug in the shape of a square,with each side about six feet long.but the depth of it that was so awful.It was at least twelve feet deep.The sides had been cut straight down into the earth,presumably with the mechanical shovel,and no man could have climbed out of it without help.
3.He was a smallish man with a cap on his head and a big double barrelled shotgun under his arms.Henever moved.He was like a little post standing there.
all are from Roald Dahl(Danny the champion of the world)
4.Mrs Lim stormed into the classroom.She was steaming mad.She sat down as she tried to keep her cool."Tom!"she screamed.A tiny,skinny spectacled boy dragged his feet towards mrs Lim.His feet was rooted to the ground,mouth agape.Mrs lim gave him a dressing down for stealing Ken's money.
Yook Kit

1)Tori awoke with a start and tried to prise her eyes open.It could not be morning already,could it?Her eyelids were so heavy they felt like rocks but she managed to blink a few times and look around.A soft grey light trickled through the cabin windows-definitely not bright enough for morning reveille but then what had woken her up?
Book:The Clique
Author:Mellisa Jay Morgan

2)Tori felt like someone had just punched her in her already weak stomach.Her mouth dropped open and a small squeaking noise came out.Who the heck did this girl think she was?Tori knew that lainie had a reputation for thinking she was oh-so-great but she was also supposed to be Miss Camp Spirit.She should not be puting other people down.
book:The Clique

3)Tori cried,her eyes wet and swolen,red and puffy."Tori,I...I am sorry if your fellings are hurt but she did turn out to be alright,didn't she?"Natalie said,biting her lip.Tori's jaw droppedand she made a high-pitched voice.An offended noise."I have to go,"Tori said flatly.Then she turned around and speed-walked off,her arms crossed tightly over her stomach.
Book:The Clique
Author:Mellisa Jay Morgan

4)David found himselfsurrounded by the bully Harryand his cronies.He felt ready to defend himself with all his might.Out of the corner of his eye,he saw his friends Mark and Craig approaching."This is going to be a showdown,"he thought.Harry suddenly grabbed him by the thorat and pushed him against the wall.I cowered in the corner and shuddered in a corner as Harry stared at me with bulging eyes.I took a deep breath to steady my racing heart.

Author:Hew Ying Xin

1)Anyone who knew Violet well could tell she was thinking hard, because her long hair was tied up in a ribbon to keep it out of her eyes.Violet had a real knack for inventing and building strange devices, so her brain was often filled with images of pulleys, levers and gears, and she never wanted to be distracted by something trivial as her hair.


2)Klaus was a little older than twelve and wore glasses, which maade him look intelligent. He was intelligent.The Bauldelaire parents had an enormous library in their mansion, a room filled with thousands of books on nearly every subject.Being only twelve, Klaus of course had not read all of the books in the Baudelaire library library, but he had read a great many of them and had retained a lot of the information from the readings. He knew how to tell an alligator from a crocodile.He knew who killed Julius Caesar.And he knew about the tiny, slimy animals found at Briny Beach, which he was examining now.


3)Sunny Baudelaire, the youngest, liked to bite through things. She was an infant, and very small for her age, scarcely larger than a boot.What she lacked in size,however,she made up for with the size and sharpness of her four teeth.Sunny was at an age where one mostly speaks in a series of unintelligible speech

All 3 snapshots are from :A Series of Unfortunate Events-The Bad Beginning


4)If i were to describe a fierce and serious teacher, she would be tall with thick, black spectacles with her hair tied up in a tight bun, all prim and proper.She would be in an office suit with high heels, carrying a stack of books wit a cane in her hand, ready to whack anyone misbehaving at any time.

Written By: Ethel

1)In the main square of Arcangel a great statue of his father and a bull,taller than any building,looked down over the red rooftops.His father's lean hands held the muleta,the cloth carved in stone seemed to blow in the wind;his father sad eyes sighted down the length of the sword at the lowered head of the bull.
Book:Shadow of a Bull
Author:Maia Wojciechowska

2)Another statue,almost as tall,stood in the cemetery,marking his father's grave.That one did not have a bull.his father stood alone,very erect,very thin,against the sky.His eyes were raised and Manolo,standing on the ground,could not see if they were sad.In his father's right hand were a bull's hoof,tail,and two ears;in his left,he held a bouquet of flowers.
Book:Shadow of a Bull
Author:Maia Wojciechowska

3)And also,there,at the end of the building,at the very farthest end,was "Patatero's" head.Mounted.Almost alive.Frightening in its power:the neck very strong,the horns very long and sharp,the eyes open and mean.
Book:Shadow of a Bull
Author:Maia Wojciechowska

4)Mr Chua stood right in front of my classmate's desk and glared at him with bulging eyes.Baring his teeth in an ugly snarl,he said,"Did you forget to do your homeworks- again?"My classmate replied,"Yes."Mr Chua's face turned to the colour of molten larva upon hearing that."Out!Now!"His voice was cold and hard.Mt classmate went out of the classroom immediately.
Author:Soh Jun Heng

1. With a heavy heart, I tried to continue my work. Tears kept streaming down my face. I hung my head, afraid the others could see me cry and say I was a cry baby. The room was filled with silence after my mother scolding, except for my sobs. My eyes turned puffy and red.
(Author: Nurul Syahirah)

2. In the bathroom, after I blew my nose with toilet paper, I was able to stop crying. But I could see in the mirror that my eyeballs were red, so I tried to think of somethimg to make me happy and turn them back to white. Staring at myself at the mirror, I remembered how Betsy thought my fantasies were dumb and never wanted me to describe them to her. But my fantasies make me feel better. I could see that my eyes weren't that red anymore, so I blew my nose one more time and headed back to class.
(Title: Thank-You, Lucky Stars)
(Author: Beverely Donofrio)

3. I hugged my pillow over my face so my mother wouldn't hear me crying. After dinner, I went to my favourite spot in the house-the basement. I jumped onto the back of the sofa and slid down the pole that held up the ceiling in the middle of the room. I kept doing that until I was bored; then I twirled around the pole till I got dizzy and had to sit on the floor.
(Title: Thank-You, Lucky Stars)
(Author: Beverely Donofrio)

4. The youngsters followed Justice Strauss out the door and over to her well-kept house. She led them through an elegant hallway smelling of flowers into an enormous room, and when they saw what was inside, they nearly fainted from delight, Klaus especially. Although it was not as big as their parents' library, it was as cozy, and the Baudelaire children were thrilled.
(Title: A Series Of Unfortunate Events)
(Author: Lemony Snicket)

Done by: Nurul Syahirah:)
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Yo guys!

I was thinking...maybe we could make another class blog for our snapshots.Maybe a simple one if we don't have time to make a blogskin. Can I have ur comments, guys?
See the ChatBox.

Xin Hui :D
The wishing star

1) It was Friday morning, three minutes before first period, and his black eye was spectacular-just as the nurse had predicted. The deep semicircle was mostly a rich red and purple plum colour, rimmed with brownish yellow highlights that arched all the way up to his eyebrow.
(Lunch Money, by Andrew Clements)

2)Laura was shaking. Her hands were numb, and it was hard to keep her from chattering, so she only said, "Oh, no."
(These Happy Golden Years, by Laura Ingalls Wilder)

3)It was a fine, cream-colored straw hat with a narrow brim, rolled narrower at the sides. The brim in front came down over the middle of Laura's forehead. Around the crown was a band of satin ribbon a little darker than the straw, and three ostrich tips stood straight up at the crown's left side.
(These Happy Golden Years, by Laura Ingalls Wilder)

Contributed by Valerie Ng Yun Shan

Akeelah slammed the door with the sole of her white shoe, gritting her teeth with simulated fury. She threw her bag on the floor with such great force that the bag gave out a loud thud-the sound of books plopping down.

Akeelah threw herself onto the wooden chair, and furrowed her eyebrows. She needed to think of how she could convince her mother to let her go for the spelling bee. Her mother would not hear of it, as she would miss school. She needed to complete Summer School to make up for all the classes she had missed. She had to go for the bee, she just had to!

Akeelah lifted her eyes, resting on the photograph of her black father. "You'll let me do it," Akeelah sighed sorrowfully.She let her eyes fall back down to look at her hands, lying motionlessly on her long jacket. Then, she had a brainwave. Should she forge her father's signature? Her father's photograph stared at her, as if allowing her to do such an act, that small smile of his cheering up the solemn girl.

Akeelah whipped out her form. She decided not to waste any more time thinking about it anymore. She began to think of her father's signature. It was cursive, but did it look like Lucida Handwriting, or Monotype Corsiva?After choosing the right font, Akeelah mustered up her courage, and began to sign...

Author: Valerie

Snapshot on Akeela and the Bee

Written by: Felicia Lee Si Yun
Done by: Felicia Lee Si Yun >_<

really boring. sing songs and mostly did maths. mrs chan was suposed to use the time to let us sing national songs like "what do you see" and "my peopel, my home", real lame.

but,unfortunately, mrs chan got us maths problems- i think we are going to have maths syndrome by the end of this year. i know in know that's what ethel said.

all in all, it was pretty warm in the morning and much more hotter in the after morning session. ah well, that's what is suposed to be.

1)As the dinosaurs stepped outside, Cripes came waddling up to greet them. Like all cryptoclidus, he looked like a cross between a seal and a Loch Ness Monster. He had a long neck and four flat flippers, and his belly dragged on the ground as he moved.
Book: Astrosaurs
Author:Steve Cole

2)She had her hair in a long glossy plait and when she grinned she had a gap in her front teeth.
Book:Lola Rose
Author:Jacqueline Wilson

3)He said worse. Some very rude things about Rochelle and Jude. Her fist clenched and she punched him right on the chin. He shook his head, looking dazed.
Book:The Diamond Girls
Author:Jacqueline Wilson

4)Her tidily tied coal black hair hung from her head like a horse's tail. My sister slid her glasses up her nose and put on her maroon prefect tie. She loves to read and buries herself in the world of books whenever she gets the chance. her smile always seem to affectionately cuddle me as if to say," Hi, nice to meet you."
Author: Michelle Fan

“Slam!”  Went the door as Akeelah angrily slammed it after making her way into her room, venting all her anger and sadness on it. She threw her bag on the floor with a loud thud, the sound of books, stationeries and other items crashing down, against each other. She slumped into her chair and, with hands crossed and head lowered, Akeelah cried softly to herself, so soft the crying was, that you had to lean so ever closely to her to hear a faint crying sound. As Akeelah thought more and more about her mother’s strong objection to her participating in the Spelling Bee, fury started building inside her and she cried harder and harder.

Lifting her head up, Akeelah glared hard at then computer keyboard. She had to find a way to participate in the Spelling bee. She had to. Her eyebrows furrowed into a V-shape. Her eyes darted around her room as Akeelah thought of ways and means to participate in it. Finally, her eyes rested on a photo of her Father, smiling  a lovely, warm smile that made Akeelah feel a lot better. “ You’ll let me do this.” She said. Just then, she had a brainwave. She grabbed hold on a black pen among the pens scattered all over her table. She held the pen firmly, hesitated for a moment, then took in a huge breath and let it out and signed her father’s name on the consent form for the Spelling bee on the line meant for parent’s signature, trying to make her handwriting look like her father’s. She was going to the Spelling bee and nothing could stand in her way, not even her mother.

Bao Hui :D

 

He looked very small and vulnerable sitting there alone in the big old-fashioned kitchen, a blond little boy in faded blue Dr. Dentons, his feet swinging a good six inches above the floor.

1)Junior stood on top of the barn, arms outstrenched, legs apart. Strapped to his thin arms were wings made out of wire, old sheets and staples-his own design.

Author: Besty Byars-(the-not-just-anybody family)
Done By: Li Xing

2)Ralphie's mother was waiting for Ralphie in the hospital room. The minute she saw him, she leapt up from her chair. She had come to the hospital in such a rush that she had a dress over her bathing suit.

Author: Besty Byars-(the-not-just-anybody-family)
Done By: Li Xing

3)For three and a half hours Vern slept soundly, he did not move one single time.Pap slept the same way. They might as well have been logs.
At four-thirty Vern moved for the first time. He slung one foot out from under the blanket and it landed on Pap's arm. Pap never even felt it.

Author: Besty Byars-(the-not-just-anybody family)
Done By: Li Xing

4)I was fast asleep under my comfy, cozy blankets, snoring away in my room. My table lamp was still turned on, my pens were scattered around on my table, and my school textbooks were all around the room. There was still a cup of unfinished tea on my coffee table - I obviously did not tidy up my room before I slept.

Author: Li Xing
Done By: Li Xing

1.His red eyes glared down at Tom. There was a look of pure hatred in those eyes. It looked as if his eyes were fire-breathing dragons. His chest was heaving up and down. His nostrils were flared up. Somebody could practically see steam coming out of his ears. His downturned mouth was a result of what he was seeing right in front of his own eyes. He observed the broken pieces of china glass in front of him before asking the inevitable question,” Did you… do it?”

Author: Vasu Namdeo
Done by: Vasu Namdeo

2.Mr Wormwood was a small ratty-looking man whose front teeth stuck out under a thin ratty moustache. He liked to wear jackets with large brightly coloured checks and he sported ties that were usually yellow or pale green.

Author: Roald Dahl -”Matilda”
Done by: Vasu Namdeo

3.Their teacher was called Miss Honey, and she could not have been more than twenty- three or twenty- four. She had a lovely pale oval Madonna face with blue eyes and her hair was light- brown. Her body was so slim and fragile that one got the feeling that if she fell over she would smash into a thousand pieces, like a porcelain figure.

Author: Roald Dahl -”Matilda”
Done by: Vasu Namdeo

4.She had once been a famous athlete, and even now the muscles were still clearly in evidence. You could see them in the bull- neck, in the big shoulders, in the thick arms, in the sinewy wrists and in the powerful legs. Looking at her, you got the feeling that this was someone who could bend bars and tear telephone directories into half. Her face, I’m afraid, was neither a thing of beauty nor joy forever. She had an obstinate chin, a cruel mouth and small arrogant eyes. And as for her clothes… they were, to say the least, extremely odd. She always had on a brown cotton smock which was pinched in around her waist with a wide leather belt. The belt was fastened in front of an enormous silver buckle. Her massive thighs which emerged from out of the smock were encased in a pair of extraordinary breeches, bottle- green in colour and made of coarse twill. These breaches reaches to just below the knees and from there on down, she sported green stocking with turn- up tops, which displayed her calf muscles to perfection. On her feet she wore flat- heeled brown brogues with leather flaps.

Author: Roald Dahl -”Matilda”
Done by: Vasu Namdeo

Ummm, can anyone tell me if the snapshot of Akeela and the Bee - the one where the guy's mom was caught cheating. What was the word the judges asked him to spell? Can I put a different word?
I'm so frustrated and I dunno what to do!

Felicia Lee SY

1.There was something painfully beautiful about the swans. The whiteness, the elegance of them on this dark lake,the incredible ease of their movements made Sara catch her breath as she and Charlie rounded the dump of pines.

2.Sara sat in the living room wearing her cut-off blue jeans, an old shirt with Property of State Prison stamped on the back which Wanda had brought her from the beach, and her puce tennis shoes. She was sitting in the doorway, leaning back against the door with her arms wrapped around her knees, listening to Aunt Willie, who was making a telephone call in the hall.

3.She could not speak for a moment. There lay the whole valley in a way she had never imagined it, a tiny figure of civilization set in a sweeping expanse of dark forest. The black treetops seemed to crowed against the yards, the houses, the roads, giving the impression that at any moment the trees would close over the houses like waves and leave nothing but an unbroken line of black-green leaves waving in the sunlight.

Title:The Summer of the Swans
Author:Betsy Byars
Name:Cynthia Wang

Father took his usual seat in the black, leather reclining chair, with a copy of the daily newspaper in his hands. His eyes narrowed as he squinted to see the tiny words printed on the newspaper. With a sigh, he reached for his pair of metallic silver rectangular frame of myopic glasses and hastily put them on, eager to read about this interesting and fascinating article, which its headlines caught his eye, making them twinkle as he flipped from page to page, trying to find a catchy headline. After he read that article with eyes wide opened, he flipped ,again, from page to page, scanning each article's headline,desperate, to find a something, just something, for him to read. Ah! Father's bleary eyes lit up suddenly, glittering. He had found a new article, a really catchy one. He read the papers close, very close to his eyes, despite the fact that he had a very high degree of myopia and read it.......'

Author: Chia Bao Hui :D

(Hope you like it. Sorry it's a bit too long, though.)

Hi everybody!Look at my snapshot of Akeela and the Bee!

As Javier watched Akeela walk off the stage, he felt a surge of panice take over him, his eyes widened in horror. What if Akeela could not come back onto the stage in time? No, he was not going to let her be disqualified."Next please," The judges announced. Javier stood up, moved slowly and deliberately towards the microphone. "Now, come a little faster please,"the judges said as they waited impatiently for Javier to come forward. whwen he finally came up, the judges said,"Silhouette." Oh no, thought Javier as he wondered how long Akeela might take with her mother.
"Umm... definition please? Can you say it in a sentnce? Can you use it in a song?" Jvier murmured. The judges were getting more and more annoyed, as they sighed and furrowed their eyebrows at him.

Its mangled body lay in front of him. He stood there,with tears pouring out of his cheeks. His face was grieved with sorrow and there was nothing to consol him. His dead pet cat's eyes stared up at him, as if to say,"Oh,why have you done this to me?"He could do nothing but stand there and cry loudly.

By:Thng Yu Xuan Author:Thng Yu Xuan

He swung his feet and looked around. The river had dried to a series of long pools linked by a trickling stream. The receding water had exposed dozens of marron holes. They dotted the banks like drill holes in a quarry in preparation for blasting. Kinzar seemed determined to sniff at every one.

From:Thng Yu Xuan Title/Author:The Red Dragon/Andrew Lansdown

The tail of the comet slashed the dawn and in the red light of the rising sun, for a brief instant, it seemed as if the comet was bleeding across the sky. Every other owl had already tucked into their hollows in the Great Ga'Hoole Tree for the day's sleep. Every owl, that is, except for Soren, who perched on the highest limb of this tallest Ga'Hoole Tree on earth. He scoured the horizon for a sign, any sign of his beloved teacher, Ezylryb.


By:Thng Yu Xuan Title/Author:The Rescue/Kathryn Lasky

Mother slammed her fist, hard on the table. The veins on her neck were protruding out. I knew that I was dead meat. “Mum-“I was interrupted by her sharp, stern voice. “Into your room. NOW!” I dashed into my room, and slammed the door hard behind me. I wanted to scream, to relieve some of my agony. But I couldn’t. I hated her.

Done by: Sheryl (please don't laugh at my snapshot. I know it isn't very good. thanks!)
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Title: Mrs Bixby and the Colonel’s Coat
By: Roald Dhal
I’m going to kill that pawnbroker, she told herself. I’m going right back there to the shop this very minute and I’m going to throw this filthy neckpiece right in his face and if he refuses to give me back my coat, I’m going to kill him.
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Title: Royal Jelly
By: Roald Dhal
Mrs Taylor’s handsome oval face was glowing with pleasure, her cheeks were pink, her eyes were sparkling bright, and her mouth was fixed in a little dreamy smile of pure content. Every now and then again she would glance up from her knitting and gaze affectionately at her husband. Occasionally, she would stop the clicking of her needles altogether for a few seconds and sit quite still, looking at the ceiling, listening for a cry or a whimper upstairs. But all was quiet.
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Title: Katina
By: Roald Dhal
She was sitting on a stone, quite still, with her hands resting on her lap. She was staring vacantly ahead, seeing nothing, and all around, up and down the little streets, people were running backward and forward with buckets of water, emptying them through the windows of the burning houses.

By: Sheryl ^_^

“Slam!” went the door when Akeelah kicked the door close with the sole of her feet, venting all her anger on it. Her mother was just so unreasonable! She stamped in and threw down her bag with such great force that a loud “THUD” was heard and the sound of the books slamming together thudding on the carpeted floor. She plopped down on her chair with arms folded across her chest. Thinking of her mother, she glared angrily down at the keyboard as if her looks could kill. She tried to calm herself down by breathing slowly as her eyes crawled up the wall full of framed pictures until they came to rest on the picture of her handsome father. Immediately, her anger melted away. Lovingly, she recalled the happy times she and her father had and how he always supported her in whatever she does. “You will let me do it”. She said, sighing deeply and looked down at her hands. Suddenly, an idea came to her mind and her eyes lifted and sparkled as brightly as gems. She took a black ball-point pen and grasped the pen tightly, ready to forge her father’s signature on the consent form laid neatly on the table, without a cease. Just as the ink was about to leave a stain on the paper, she froze there for a few doubtful seconds, trembling like a leaf. Deep in her heart, she hated herself for doing this. But in another way, she had to. Just to enter the spelling Bee contest. Knowing her father’s signature well, she held her breath and closed her eyes and looked away. She knew if she delayed a second more, guilt will overcome her and she would change her mind. As the ink created an uneraseable stain on the paper, painfully, the pen flew across the paper gracefully. When Akeelah opened her eyes to look at it, she signed in relief that the forged signature was just right. She sat back in her chair and tucked the paper in her bag though she knew guilt would haunt her forever…

Author: Belinda<3

I paid my taxi fare to the driver and stepped out of the taxi. Stood before me was a school. I took a deep breath as I walked through the school gates and up to the class I was assigned to. I walked along the corridor and looked for the classroom.
Before I could even reach there, I could already hear shrieks and shouts. I thought race through my mind: Is that the class I am supposed to go? I hoped not. I walked and walked and passed many classrooms. Just as I passed the noisy one, I glanced up at the sign and realized that that was the classroom I was suppose to go. I stopped short. Reversing back and look at the sign again making sure my eyes were not playing tricks on me. And that was the class.
I grasped the books tightly and went in. To my surprise they took no notice of my arrival and continued their shrieking. When I could no longer stand the noise, I walked to the centre of the class and shouted "QUIET!" Still nobody took any notice of me and continued the dreadful din.
I repeated that again and out came the same result. I gave up and gave a huge sigh as I plopped down on the roller chair. My first day in school as a teacher.


Author: Belinda<3

It was a glorious start-of-autumn day, with everything green and gold, hot and still. There was not a soul around, and very little sound except the lonely crunch of Cat's and Janet's feet as they hurried through the formal garden. Halfway through the orchard, Janet said, "If the garden we want looks like a ruined castle, we're going away from it now." Cat could have sworn they were heading straight for it, but, sure enough, when he stopped and looked around, the high sun-soaked old wall was right behind them. And now he came to think of it, he could not remember how he and Gwendolen had got to it before.

Title: Charmed life
Author :Diana Wynne Jones
Contributed :Belinda

The first great change came about when their parents took them out for a day trip down the river in a paddle steamer. They set out in great style, Gwendolen and her mother in white dresses with ribbons, Cat and his father in prickly blue serge Sunday suits. It was a hot day. The steamer was crammed with other people in holiday clothes, talking, laughing, eating whelks with thin slices of white bread and butter, while the paddle boat steam organ wheezed out popular tunes so that no one could hear themselves talk.

Title: Charmed Life
Author: Diana Wynne Jones
Contributed: Belinda

When she reached the curtains, Sophie hesitated. She longed to duck underneath them and lean out of the window to see what the world looked like now that the witching hour was at hand. She listened again. Everywhere it was deathly still. The longing to look out became so strong she coun't resist it. Quickly, she ducked under the curtains and leaned out of the window.

Title: The BFG
Author: Roald Dahl
Contributed: Belinda :D

This is such a wonderful way of describing an annoying person!

Lynn said Uncle Katsuhisa was an odd fish. He was as loud as my father was quiet. Even when he wasn't talking, he made a lot of noise, clearing his troat and sniffing and tapping his fingers. Sometimes, for no reason that I could see, he would suddenly stand up and clap his hands together really loudly. After he got everyone's attention, he would sit down again. He even made noise when he was thinking. When he was deep in thought, he had a way of turning his ears inside out so they looked kind of deformed. The ears would make a popping sound when they came undone.

Book name: Kira-kira
Written by: Cynthia Kadohata
Done by: Felicia Lee Si Yun

My father was mild, like the sea on a windless day, with an unruffled surface and little variation. He was as hard as the wall in our bedroom. Just to prove how strong he was, he used to let us hit him in the stomach as hard as we could. Some days we would sneak up on him and punch him in the stomach, and he never even noticed. We would sneak away while he kept listening to the radio as if nothing had happened.

Book name: Kira-kira
Written by: Cynthia Kadohata
Done by: Felicia Lee Si Yun

Snapshots:

(A dog)1) I would always remember the times with you...I stared at a picture on my desk. Her joyful smile never failed to make me grin, she had the prettiest golden coat. It was so bright that the name "Sunshine" was perfect. But this time, it was different. Tears filled my eyes, they followed my cheeks like an uncontrollable waterfall. Memories, sad memories flashed thorugh my head as I remembered how she said her final goodbye to me when a red and white car took her away from me... 'I'll never forget you,' I thought sadly.

Author : Me >Cindy Chow

(Ocean)2) There it is:her smell. My skin is instantly sticky with its chilled saltiness. I'm peering through the car window for a glimpse of her, but everybody knows that you always smell the ocean way before you see her. If I didn't love Mum and Sam as much as I do, I'd still come here - just for her. I've never known anything quite so powerful and angry and wild yet peaceful and lazy. The great diva and her extravagant mood swings stroke my spirit and my senses, every single one of them. Today she's playful and stricking; a flurry of blue-black energetic curls glinting with white crests that catch the pale winter sun everytime she exposes herself this way and that. She doesn't want us to miss a thing. I'm so consumed by her show of clapping and cavorting that I don't even notice the building growing larger in distance.

From: The Pursuit of Liberty Belle
Author: Amber Deckers

(Meditating room with Christmas decorations)3) I take a moment to absorb the warm interior glowing with soft lighting and creamy neutral colours. Mum and Loutus are Zen Minimalists, which means that they're only supposed to own what they really need.So there's brown hessian to warm the wooden floor, a low-slung table made up of railway sleepers to rest things on, and scattered floor cushions covered intricate embroidery and patchworks of shiny material to sit on. Mum and Lotus meditate in this room at least once a day. I don't suppose the garish glare of red and green tinsel and the view of the ever-present angel skewered by the tip of the fake Christmas helps their spiritual complemplation much.

From: The Pursuit of Liberty Belle
Author: Amber Deckers

(Describing Victorian stereograph) 4) ‘Look through the glass.’ Again, I do as I’m told. The postcards are suddenly and miraculously transformed into spectacular three-dimensional images of the seaside. There are bobbing boats, their sails filled-to-bursting with the breeze, seagulls diving beak-first into the high-tipped ocean, and beaches washed smooth and glistening by the churning waves. Looking through the lenses, I’m overwhelmed by the sudden and very strange sensation that I’ve entered the postcards. It’s like I’m actually there, floating amongst the seagulls and waves and boats with puffed-out sails.

From: The Pursuit of Liberty Belle Author: Amber Deckers

(Akeelah and Bee) 5) Bursting with fury, she stomped inside her room. ‘Slam’ Akeelah kicked the door and a loud slam could be heard. With gritted teeth, she dumped her bag on the ground and slouched on the chair in front of her desk. Akeelah stored on the ground. Her eyebrows furrowed in anger. She clenched her fists. ‘It’s not fair…’ Akeelah thought furiously. Then, she signed, she knew that her mother would never change her mind. She looked up at a picture of her father. He stared back at her, smiling joyfully. “You’d let me go….” Akeelah whispered longingly as memories of being with her father flashed back. Her hopes were shattered, there was not a bit of chance to attend the contest. Suddenly, Akeelah got an idea. She strengthen up, her face brightened. ‘What if….’ She thought. She twitched her mouth. She was full of doubts. ‘ Should I … well! That’s the only way!’ Akeelah grabbed a pen. Taking the parent consent form, Akeelah signed as her father. Then a smile grew and stretched across her face as he admired the forged signature.

Author: Cindy Chow

By: Cindy Chow Jia Lin