Fun with waterbombs

In our childhood, we all had things we enjoyed. Kite flying, bicycle riding or etc. For me, it was hurling bags of water, or water bombs from on top my flat. I love watching the water bombs soar down to the ground, and then explode out of a sudden. Sometimes, people were below and they took the hit. They would give puzzled and annoyed looks, as they looked up for the culprits. I would then laugh softly, feeling triumphant that I have yet again ‘bombed’ another person. Sometimes, we would grow out of it ourselves, other times; something will make you stop…

On that faithful day, I was at my cousin’s place. We both enjoyed hurling water bombs. We decided to have a competition to see who could hit the most people. Bomb after bomb, we threw down the window. In the midst of the fun, we heard a knock on the door. We opened the door cautiously, fearing that it might be a kidnapper. But it was worst, it was a cop!

We asked him what he wanted, and he asked us politely if we were throwing water bombs from the flat, we gulped. Oh no! He was going to jail us for killer-litter! We were terrified; we spoke in a fearful voice, “It was us Sir.” I was sure he would take me by the collar and send me to jail. Instead, he spoke in a gentle voice, “Well, I want you boys to write ‘I will not throw stuff out of the window’ a hundred times on a piece of paper, and promise not to do it again. I’m watching you.” We nodded our heads, and immediately started writing. After we were done, we waited for him to come, but he never did.

It was a scary experience, and I decided not to do anything that could get me into bigger trouble again. Now, I think what I did was stupid, and I should have thought of the consequences before I threw does bombs. Oh well, not all of us were born with intelligence.

If you think it throwing the bombs sounds fun, here is how you can make some:

Enjoy!

My trip to Japan

In the December holidays, I had a rather good overseas trip in Japan. I went with my extended family to Tokyo over a period of 5 days. It was also my first time going with a fully guided tour group.

On the first tour day, we headed to Mt Fuji in the morning by coach.(On our way in the coach, I spotted a young boy who had a Nintendo DS, with “Pokemon” in it. As I had one myself, I boldly challenged him to a ‘Pokemon’ Battle! Being a veteran, I won him with ease, but, I cheated as my ‘Pokemon’s’ were all hacked. Thinking back, I should not have done it, and I am extremely guilty about. He disconnected the match, which means in “Pokemon” that he is a sore loser, and does not want to admit defeat. I had no qualms about him disconnecting, because I cheated which was not sporty as well.)When we reached Mt Fuji, we were extraordinarily blessed as we had a clear view of Mt Fuji!
 
According to the guide, Japanese have found out that only an average of 55 days a year that we can see Mt Fuji without any clouds blocking. What luck! We drank some spring water from a fountain which flowed down form Mt Fuji. The water was extremely refreshing, and perked me up for the entire day! After marveling at the spectacular Mt Fuji, we headed back to the coach. The guide quipped that the tour company had signed a contract with Mt Fuji stating that Mt Fuji had to show its full self when their tour group arrives. Everyone laughed. The next stop was further up on a part Mt Fuji – the fifth station, the coach was very slow, and I marveled at the scenery outside. Then, I saw white stuff beside the roads. What was it? I took a closer look. Oh My!

It was snow, I was ecstatic, my inner child went wild. It was the first time ever I saw snow. I nearly jumped out of my seat. The coach stopped, and the tour guide let us outside to admire and play in the snow. The snow was cold, and I felt my hands freeze a little as I picked some up. It was so cold that after a few minutes playing, I was so cold that I had to go in the coach for warmth. It was so fun! We ended the day in a small Japanese style hotel which we were served with authentic Japanese cuisine, we even wore kimonos, traditional Japanese clothing.

The next morning, the coach then headed to DisneySea, a new theme park which was near DisneyLand. DisneySea was much less kiddy than DisneyLand. When we entered DisneySea, we saw this big globe.


We then proceeded to the next ride, Journey to the center of the Earth, which was on an island with a Volcano called Mount Prometheus.

The moment I heard 'Journey to the Centre of the Earth' was a roller coaster ride, I cowered in fear. I did not want to go on it, and I wanted to back out, but my family would not let him. I felt butterflies dancing in my stomach. When I got on to the ride, I was hysterically I closed my eyes, and started muttering gibberish. Would I meet my maker? I though. Then, I saw a light at the end. I thought that signal the end of the ride, and I heaved a sigh of relief. Boy was I in for a surprise. The ride suddenly sped up, and ‘flew’ I felt weightlessness and adrenaline pumped through my body. I was so afraid. When it was truly over, I immediately reverted back into my normal self. I felt that I acted like a coward, and was embarrassed with myself. I felt like a loser.

I enjoyed the trip to Tokyo very much, and I am positive that this is and will be the best overseas trip in my life. This trip has given me many great memories which I will be etched in my heart for eternity.
To Ms Fox: Description of Paragraph 2:
‘Pokemon’ is a very good game which adults and children alike play as it is a brain game, requiring great intelligence and strategy to master it.
‘Pokemon’ is also the monsters in the game “Pokemon”.
I labeled Pokemon the game as “Pokemon” and the monsters as ‘Pokemon’
A ‘Pokemon’ Battle is a match between two players of the game to see who is better.
If you have trouble understanding, please ignore the pokemon parts.

How I lost a friend

A friend is a companion who will stick with you through thick and thin, share those happy and sad moments, but most importantly, help one another when they are in need. After time, they will become part of your life, like your flesh and bone. Losing a friend is a painful thing; no one else in the world would be able to replace him. Please cherish your friendship, and do not let it disappear, not like mine…

I had known John since I was in primary one. He was a fun guy, and we sat beside each other in class by chance. Being the innocent little angels back then, we become friends within 5 seconds. As the years pass, our friendship became stronger and stronger just like a rock as layer after layer of minerals build on it, but when we were in Primary 6, John changed. Whenever I asked him to go out with a group of friends, he would make stupid excuses that he could not go. He also handed up his homework late even though there was more than enough time to do it, unlike previous years where he was extremely punctual. His grades also plummeted. Knowing him inside out, I knew he had some problems, but when I tried to speak to him, he just evaded the topic. I had no choice but to tell myself to mind my own Ps and Qs.

One day, while I was walking sluggishly back home after a long strenuous day of CCA, I took an alternative route due to some construction works on my usual route. I came across an Internet Café. Instantly, I was drawn towards it like a magnet. It looked hip, and the interior design was super cool. The magical sliding doors slid open; a gush of chilly air blew out. Ahhh… Cool comfort. I could not resist but stick my nose on the window and peer in. I scanned the area, to my surprise, I saw John mashing the buttons on the computer. I wondered why he was at an Internet Café at such a late hour, and why he was not at home doing his work. It was already rather late, and I decided not to acknowledge him, brushing it aside, assuming that he had long finished his work and was relieving some stress at the café.

The next day, it turned out that John had not done his homework. I then wondered why was he at the café? Out of the blue, it hit me. John has a computer addiction. This addiction is like a monster, consuming John’s mind and life. If he did not stop this, he would fail his PSLE and would be retained for a year. His inner self was just screaming for help, fallen into a pitfall of addiction and could not get out. He could not get out without some help.

After school, I talked to him and I told him that he has an addiction, and needs to buck up in his studies or he would fail his exams. He told me to go away. I was angry, I told him he had to stop playing games or I would stop being his friend. Big mistake. He said, “Whatever, I don’t need you.” I was stunned; never did I think that a computer, a non-animate object would destroy our friendship. My heart felt like it was pierced by a thousand swords. In my rage, I told him, “I don’t care.” That was our last conversation. In a minute, we turned from bosom buddies, to worst enemies.

In the end, we both went to different schools, and never kept touch. While surfing the net, I saw this video:


In retrospect, I should have done what was done in the video, had I seen this earlier, I would have avoided this calamity. Tough luck right?

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