This all happened.

Believe it or not all this events happened to me. If you don;t believe me, call 999 to clarify. You have no prove it did not happen anyway so why disagree that I encountered all these fun events. And these areblog entries. Its first person account. If you go http://www.vs2009englishhomework.blogspot.com/   the model blog teachers gave us, the guy's blog entry resembles mine and its credibility is same is mine.

something unusual that happened that day

Last Sunday, as I trudged cantankerously back home. Even in my weary state, I could not help but notice that two men were shadowing me. Horrible thoughts plagued my mind. Were they trying to kidnap me? I started getting nervous and hastened my pace to elude them. When I hastened my pace, they followed suit, confirming the fact that I was being tailed. I was in a dilemma. If I slowed down and questioned them about why they were tailing me, they would probably kidnap me. If I carried on walking, they would still corner me when I was in the lift. Thus, I decided to take action. Thankfully I had just finished my hockey session and my stick was still with me. I slowly halted, brandishing my "weapon". As I heard the footsteps getting nearer, I swung round, giving a 'war cry' for good measure. With a resounding smack, I whacked one man with my stick. Meanwhile, the other man had approached from the other direction and pinned me to the floor. A cold shiver when down my spine as I awaited my fate. "Police! Come with us," the guy commanded as he handcuffed me. I was momentarily stupefied. Why would the police want to arrest me? "What have I done?" I protested. The policemen then showed me a photo of a guy called Adam Lambert, a wanted criminal. Astoundingly, the guy in the photo resembled me! I took out my Ez-link card from my pocket and showed them my name, which was Sembian. It then dawned upon them that they had caught the wrong person. I accepted their apologies as I could see a striking resemblance between me and Adam Lambert. That day would forever be etched in my mind as something unusual that happened. I learnt that I should stay calm in any situation to prevent trouble.

Approximately 320 words

a special moment you enjoyed with your family

Last Sunday, as I looked at the photos of my family at the picnic, I could not help but reminiscse............................... "Tommorrow school will reopen..." I moaned. After the long holiday of playing computer games, I simply did not feel up to going to school, studying, and waking up so early. I did not wish to spend my last day of the holidays playing computer games, thus I suggested a family outing. My parents unanimously agreed, thus we went out for a picnic. When we arrived at our destination, we were awestruck by the breathtaking scenery of the decided picnic location, Pulau Semakau. Its lustrous green grass and marigold clouds were simply an awesome sight to behold. We lay out the picnic mat and began our picnic. We had a good spread of food. There was finger food like chicken wings, chicken nuggets, french fries and other types like sandwiches, biscuits, cakes, and fruits. The mouth-watering list of food left us salivating. We were indeed spoilt for choice. As I tucked in on a sandwiched, I scanned my surroudnings to admire the scenic view. My earlier sorrow and reluctance of going back to school had already vanquished. A radiant smile lit up my face as I lay down on the mat. My family had also brought games to play together, thus when we were finished with the scumptious spread, we began to play the games. We played 'Uno' together, and although that game seemed quite childish, I seldom spend time with my family, thus the game of cards helped to bond my family together too. When the sun set, we reluctantly packed our belongings and made our way home. Although school would reopen the following day, that fact could not dampen my spirits as I felt that my last day was well spent.
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a problem you encountered and how you solved or managed it

Last Sunday, I was reluctantly trudging to the supermarket to run an errand for my mother. She had instructed me to help her buy the groceries. After picking all the daily necessities, I made my way to the counter to make payment. As my turn drew near, I reached into my pocket to take out my wallet. I was dumbstruck when I realised that my wallet was missing. I vividly remembered that I brought it along with me when I left the house. I was devastated. It was not only the money lost but also my wallet. The wallet was my prized possession as it was from my uncle who bought it from Australia. The wallet was made from kangaroo hide and it cost an arm and a leg. I tried not to let such horrible thoughts plague my mind. "Maybe I left it at home," I reasoned. I wanted to place the groceries back, but the cashier had already scanned the items and was waiting for my payment. I was in a dilemma. What was I going to tell the cashier? He had already scanned the items so I could not place them back, but I did not have any money to pay! The long queue behind me signalled that I did not have time to think about what to do. Frantically, I searched my pockets in one last desperate attempt. When I felt the hole, it dawned upon me that I had dropped it. I was prepared to search high and low, every nook and cranny for my wallet, but when I looked down, I spotted it. Hastily, I picked it up and paid the money. "How lucky. Lady Luck is smiling on me after all!" I sighed. I was saved from humiliation. That day would forever be etched in my mind, as the day I encountered a problem that I managed. I have learnt to be more careful in future and take care of my belongings.
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something that took place in school

 I remember so vividly the occasion when my friends and I were bullied. My friends and I were at the basketball court. We chortled in unison at a joke that had just been told. Our joy was seemingly ephemeral, seeing as three teenagers were strutting towards us. Our laughter ended abruptly, and we hastened our pace to avoid them. One of them shouted, "Hey, why are you running!" Our teacher had warned us before to minimize contact with strangers, especially those that resembled gangsters and the teenagers who were approaching us fitted that description perfectly. Unfortunately they dashed after us and began shouting, "Why did you not answer us!" They began punching my friend who could not run away fast enough. Desperate to save my friend, yet not daring to stand up to those bullies, I was in a dilemma. I started pulling my hair, wrecking my brain for a solution. Finally, I had a brainwave. I remembered that bullies were cowards at heart thus, I took a deep breath and roared, " I have already called the police. They will be here soon and you boys will be sent to prison!", in a reasonable impression of an intimidating man. They turned tail and fled without a glance back. I rushed to my friend to see whether he was alright. Thankfully, the bullies did not manage to harm him much. "Let's report the bullies to the principal" I told my friend as I helped him up. Though it was a traumatizing experience for us, I learned from this ordeal that friends had to help one another.

Approximately 250 words

a moment spent alone doing something you enjoyed

Last Sunday, I learnt that multi-tasking can be a dangerous, not to mention difficult, especially when assigned with the perilous task of cooking. I still vividly remember the day when I had to cook due to the fact that I had to practise for my Home Economics exam. My mother was not at home and without her supervision, it was a disastrous attempt. That day would forever be etched in my mind. I was planning to cook a simple dish that consisted of rice, an egg, and steamed chicken. At noon. I made my way to the kitchen, and poured some water in together with the rice into the rice cooker, and set fifteen minutes with my timer. Next, I began cutting the chicken into shreds. The chicken meat was tough, and my knife accidentally slipped, resulting in a deep cut. I gasped, tightly squeezing my cut finger to minimize the pain. I rushed to the bedroom to bandage my wound. When the pain eased, I finished shredding up the chicken and put the chicken into a steam cooker. I then cracked the egg onto a frying pan. At that very moment, the timer rang and I darted to the rice cooker to scoop out the rice. When I opened the lid, a puff of hot steam hit me in the face. I recoiled,clutching my face in agony. When I finally recovered and scooped out the rice, it dawned upon me that I had forgotten about my egg. I let out a sigh of irritation when I realised that I did not pour oil before cooking my egg, and it was stuck on my pan. When I finally managed to scrape it out, I heaved a sigh of relieve. But my temporary euphoria vanquished when I spotted my chicken, which was overcooked beyond recognition. I angrily tossed it into the dustbin and turned to my rice, which was the only food I had left. Like they always say, bad luck comes in threes. My rice had already hardened and was inedible.
  When my mother returned home, I recounted my unusual experience of cooking. She was more optimistic than I was and told me that with failure came success. I hoped that was true for my Home Economics exam. Although a tough and demoralizing experience, it was a my first time cooking and moment spent alone doing something I enjoyed.  

Aproximately 450 words

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