Being a child, I was bursting with energy, always questioning, trying to find out more about the things around me… and in the process, breaking many things. I can still remember my mother describing me as a packet of firecrackers, telling me how mischievous and cheeky I was.

To tell the truth, I cannot believe that the child my mother describes, the insolent, stubborn but cute child was me. There is one particular event which got me laughing till my sides split. Here is the clue of what my story is going to evolve on: lipstick. Wait; do not come into any judgments about my story! Here it goes…

Being a child, especially a girl, I was very intrigued and interested about one thing, which happened to be make-up. I was always very interested about the way my mother puts on her make-up. I used to think that the bedroom was some sort of a magical room, that once someone enters the room, they exit it looking exceptionally gorgeous.

My mother’s Cherry Red Earth lipstick was about the same colour as whatever else she puts on her face, her eye shadow, blusher and every thing else; they were close to an exact photocopy of the lipstick’s colour.

Children are not able to decide what is best for them, what the correct thing is, or what is the correct explanation or solution to problems and just like that, I was also unable to come up with the obvious fact that everything that what my mother wore came from different places, especially, she did not use only one cosmetic item to apply her make-up, but different ones.

It should be obvious that the one cosmetic item that I thought was used for every different type of make-up was the lipstick.

People say that curiosity kills the cat; in that case, mischief kills the mouse. Yes, out of mischief, I crept up into the bedroom and then I took out the lipstick. In my tiny, puny hands, that shining lipstick seemed like the most precious thing in the world, better than my Barbie dolls, better then my Minnie mouse doll.

I opened the lipstick, to reveal the cherry red, lip-stick. My hands were too small to hold onto and direct the lipstick, but I still applied the lipstick all over my face, just like how anyone would apply their eye shadow, blusher and finally, the correct place to apply the lipstick on, the lips.

Very satisfied with the way I looked, I admired myself for what seemed like eternity in front of the mirror. That was when I heard the footsteps: yes, someone was definitely coming to the room. Not knowing what to do, I waited, dreading the harsh scolding.

My mother came inside. She looked at me. Words cannot describe the expression that she made. It was definitely horror, or even the most minuscule tinge of humor.

“You. Are. In deep trouble,” she said in her most calm voice.

I was busted.

Then she started laughing. I can imagine why….

“Your face looked like molten strawberry pudding,” I remember her recounting. “Moreover, you looked so funny with the destroyed lipstick in one hand and your face,” I remember her choking out in-between laughter.

If I were her, I would have laughed too.

But, something about me gave her a strong desire to not scold me; she does not know whether it was my pathetic state or my innocence.

She immediately gave my face a “car wash”, scrubbing it until it turned raw pink. I explained to her why I did and she was able to understand it.

She explained to me that clearly, absolutely, positively, lipstick was not the only cosmetic product in the world.

Maybe it was because of that incident that I am quite talented in make-up, and that I love it.

Well, I learnt that definitely, there were things called eyebrow puckers, eye shadow, Eyelash curlers, blushers and so on.

Maybe, I could invent a lipstick which can fulfill every need by being able to apply all sorts of make-up…

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Write about something you did accidentally when you were young

Talking about accidents that happened out of my innocence when I was young, of course, there is a lot to name, but the most memorable and unforgettable accident was none other than this….
During my early childhood days, I was curious and inquisitive about almost anything like anyone else. I would be asking the adults “What is this and that for?” and those entire “Why” questions that popped out whenever I discovered something new to me. At times, I also irritated my parents. And I could remember that I always cannot resist asking if I could try using the scissors, of course, the usual reply, “No,” as in not to touch or handle the scissors.

And there came this opportunity. Facing this pair of scissors that seemed to be really interesting to me, I was tempted to try it on something. An inner voice inspired me to do something. Looking around, I reached for it. Curiosity suffused my being. Suddenly it sparked me that I could try using the pair of scissors on my hair, just like what I always see happening in the hair salons (which always succeeds in drawing my interest in and slowed down my footsteps). Gripping the pair of scissors in my hand, I made a dash to the toilet after making sure that my parents were not aware of it. Excitedly, I grabbed a strand of hair and yes! I made the cut! That instant moment that I was always wishing for- I felt my mind whirring with excitement. But things were not turning out as it supposed to….To my bewilderment, I did not position the scissors properly and I had cut my finger on accident! Anxiety coursed through my veins as I stared blankly at the bleeding on my finger. My focus changed; I got the feeling of impending doom as I heard my mother’s footsteps coming towards the toilet. Just as I have expected, her forehead creased in an angry frown immediately after she saw me holding the pair of scissors and hair in my hands.

“What are you doing?!” She bellowed.

I stood forlornly as my mother stem the bleeding on my finger. I felt bad and embarrassed that I did this behind her back and even hurt myself.

Without any doubt, the scolding I received was inevitable. I was also taught the correct way to handle scissors in case my curiosity got the better of me again. From then on, I am more aware of dangerous objects and also learnt to take the adults’ advice seriously. (:

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Last Sunday, I went to East Coast Park to celebrate one of my relatives' birthday and was so envious of the kids, who were even younger than me, riding the bicycle. You must be wondering, what is the big deal?

Sadly, I do not know how to ride the bicycle. I did learn how to ride one when I was 4 years old, though. However, I could still recall why all this had just turned into a wish...

One Saturday afternoon, while both my parents were in the room working, I was secretly riding on my 4-wheels-bicycle, which I had just begun learning how to ride it.I was constantly reminded that this was 'illegal', in a sense, as my parents had banned me from riding the bike at home, afraid that I would damage any furniture, especially the antique table, which my father had cherished very much.

I thought I was capable of riding the bicycle, just that there was not enough space in the house to prove my abilities. Of course that could not have been the truth, as I was riding the bicycle when suddenly, "Wham!" I bumped into something-lightly. This aroused the attention of my parents and they quickly hurried out to find out what had happened. To make things worse, the poor victim of my poor riding skills was the antique table; it was definitely not a good day for me...

I was terrified of the impending doom, but what could I have done? It was my fault in the very first place. Worse still, it was the antique table. My father would never just let the matter rest...

My parents were so furious-not only because I had knocked into the antique table, but also that I had broken my promise to them that I would never ride the bicycle in the house.

"This is all your fault. Since you don't want to listen to us, this is what you'll get!" My father bellowed. Even my mother could not sympathise with me.

In the end, my dear bicycle was found at the void deck the next day and I also received a 'cold treatment' at home. A part of me was convinced that this punishment was fair-had in not been me who had broken my promise? But of course, as a rueful young child, there was another part of me that protested; so what if I had broken my promise? Is the antique table really so damaged? The dent I left was less than a centimetre deep. It was almost unidentifiable from a distance... However, I guessed this punishment was much better than being locked up in my room for a day?

From that day on, my parents did not trust me as much again. Much of my previously earned freedom was lost and I learned the importance of keeping a promise to someone, no matter how trivial the matter may be, as that person had trusted you so much. Of course, I still have not learnt how cycle...

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Personal recounts
~shersia

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It was April's Fools Day on Thursday, and we, 1p, as a class, tried to play tricks on the teachers. :) We planned to have fun during the whole April's Fools Day...
Firstly, we tried to trick Mr Ng, our first period teacher. All of us pretended to be sleeping, but perhaps some of us were giggling while resting our heads on the tables, well i was giggling and trying to stop myself... However, Mr Ng was prepared and he, as usual, handed out to us a new set of math notes. He told us, "Class, please wake up, i know what day it is today." We ended up laughing.
Then for the next lesson, Mr Neil's drama lesson, we again tried to plan a better April's Fool joke.
We locked Mr Neil outside the class as a joke. We were laughing and laughing while he stood outside looking through the windows as he was so tall. After a while, we got tired of it and decided to stop the joke. He continued with the usual lessons to plan about a story 10 years later of a fairytale. We got into groups and started planning the script. My group was using " Little Red Riding Hood". However, we had actually past a message around to the whole class. The message was, "Freeze when the minute hand strikes 10." We were to freeze at 10.50! So we did our work normally but kept an eye on the clock. There was chattering and discussing all around. 10.50 came. We suddenly stopped talking and froze. There was absolute silence. Mr Neil looked up with a suprised look on his face, and then he went to switch off the fans and light to see how long we could bear with the warmth. After a while we were already pespiring. YeXin went to switch on the fans. We then laughed it off.
It was a good Aprils' Fools Day. :)
~shersia

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Well, i think some of you guys have watched the movie " 2012 " that was in the theatres last November, right?

I was feeling bored, and coincidentally, I saw the " 2012 " movie disc lying in my living room....No harm watching it for the THIRD time, I thought. So yes, I watched it AGAIN. :P
But honestly, the movie did not fail to excite me for the third time I'm watching it which is why I'm impressed. It was a complete thrill. Some may probably have different views like, " It was boring.." , " Worst movie ever " etc. etc. Still, I like it really much. It is totally an ultimate action-adventure film. The movie largely portrays about the 2012 phenomenon of cataclysmic events unfolding in 2012. Scenes like volcanic eruptions, typhoons, tsunamis and glaciers are filmed. The computer animated visual effects were great. It seemed real. The background songs were pretty nice too. In a way, it also brings across the message to people that even if nature takes over to wipe us out, humanity shall prevail. Another thing in the movie that inspires is how short life is and every second of it must be cherished greatly.

The movie also has a heartwarming touch to it and rounds up the entire movie well. It just feels like a roller coaster ride that you want to try again. Anyways, it is really worth-watching...

deanna :):)