Food For Thoughts

 It is disheartening to hear that whatever that you have done out of love and care have all been taken as some sort of responsibility. If it were not for care, nothing will be done. It is so easy for us humans to take things for granted just because things are freely given. Things that we don’t deserve, are seen as a responsibility of others to give. If it had not been given, it would be seen as not being caring and loving enough. So what is the right thing to do? Would we ever be satisfied with the things we have and appreciate them? Would it only be appreciated and regretted when we lose what we had? Humans can never be satisfied, can they? Food for thought.

Screams

 All my insides are frustrated and in pain; screaming out aloud in agony hoping for some kind of relief. Hoping for a miracle , hoping to see the light at the end of the dark tunnel. Seems like calamities just keep coming, renewing each and every day like a wheel in motion; heading towards somewhere familiar. The feeling of giving up is real, on hope and on life. Will this ever end? Only time will tell. 

100 word essay challenge: #4

Life has been hectic for the past two to three weeks and work is just piling up as we head towards wrapping up 2017. Hence, I did not have much time to get down to write and post my fourth 100 word essay till today. So, here it is. As per usual, do leave comments for me, especially if you have a title or comment in mind for all of my essays in the box below. Enjoy!

She would appear in my dreams, dressed in white, walking with her arms stretched out. She was the most beautiful person I have ever seen. She was adorned with such alluring curly shoulder-length hair fit only for goddesses, crystal clear eyes, a mesmerising smile that makes hearts melt in adoration and a perfect hour glass shaped figure akin to those of runway models. Slowly she would come and embrace me. 

Here she is, in person, my beautiful bride, standing before me, pledging faithfulness, for better and for worse, in sickness and in health, and till death do us part. 

100 word essay challenge: #3

Tiny sparkly fragile snowflakes began to fall in what seemed to be the first ever white Christmas in 25 years. Could this be a new dawn or another lonely Christmas? Ever since he walked out the door 25 eves ago, I have not heard of him, not a bit.Christmas after Christmas, my heart crumbled in loneliness and lamentations of what I could’ve done then. All that’s left are the memories etched in my heart. I opened my eyes with all the hopes and prayers this Christmas and there it lay my favourite little trinket box. Could it be him?

*Remember, feel free to comment and give a suitable title in the comment section below... cheers! 

American English eTeacher Programme

Hi everyone,
As I have mentioned in my previous post about the programmes that I have gone through, I am taking this opportunity to post a video recorded telling about the various programme which are offered under the programme by the US Embassy. You will watch and listen to the 5 of us, who went through the various courses offered,talking about the wonderful and exciting knowledge and experience that the courses offer. the courses include Assessment of English Learners, Techniques of Teaching Reading & Writing, Using Educational Technology, Critical Thinking in the Classroom and Teaching Grammar Communicatively Do try to apply and you will learn heaps! The application deadline is 7th October 2017! So be quick and grab this wonderful opportunity! Here is the lin to apply, https://goo.gl/1jcNVm Till then, enjoy and Ggood luck and God bless!

100 word Essay Challenge: #2

At a far corner of my mansion garden, there my beloved was, strolling, enjoying the soft cool breeze that blew the vines of the old willow trees lining the moonlit lake, calling me to his company. My heart was lost with joy; I had longed for this, just the two of us, walking hand-in-hand, chatting away, enjoying the magnificent silvery cratered ball upon the calm waters. Then I gathered myself; I realised that it was my cry for someone who died two decades ago; now, I am in my nineties, soon to meet my Maker and be reunited with him.

A Challenge to Myself

Time for my second post after the resurrection of my blog on the 16th of September 2017. This new post would be the announcement of a challenge which I have set for myself, which is to write a 100-word short story a week. This all started during the Access English Teachers' course which I mentioned in my previous post, where we were told to write a 100-word essay. I found this activity quite interesting and I told myself that this would be a great way to challenge myself to think and write. Perhaps, it may also help those who stumble upon my writings and be inspired to write some 100-word essays for themselves. Oh well, just for fun, why not? Let's hope that I can keep up to the challenge, be disciplined and write around 20 stories for now.... If I succeed, I might even extend my challenge.... Oh ya, by the way, do please leave some comments in the box below... I will leave my essays untitled, so do please leave suggestions on what title you think they should be.... Enjoy....!

Here is the first piece...

Once gone, never to return. Joyce, Arifah, Shah, were never seen or to be heard again. Legend has it, Gregor, once sentenced to death by lethal injection, is still alive, lurking in the neighbourhood, in search of helpless maidens. Some said that he died and was buried but his remains were never to be found. Some also rumoured that he walks in the shadows, slithering like a snake in the dark of night, entrapping the hearts of his victims. Some even witnessed shadows chowing down what appeared to resemble the limbs of humans. Is he really alive? No one knows.