My Vacation!!!

Ah, yes. Vacation. It is my favourite time of year. I bet it is everyone's favourite time of year. Without them, we would all be so miserable. I like to believe that there is a time for work and play.

Anyways, back to the subject. During my holidays, my parents had decided to go to either Kuantan or Pulau Pinang. We all had a vote, and Pinang won. I happily ran to my room and packed my bags for the trip. Although the trip was four days away, i packed everything by nightfall. I couldn't sleep that night as my enthusiasm got the better of me.

When the day came, I put my things in the boot and ran into the car. I was so excited, I didn't sleep the whole ride there! When we reached the hotel, i looked up at the shining sign that said: Holiday Inn. The moment i set foot into the hotel, i knew we were going to have the best time ever.

We checked into our rooms and..........the room was amazing. The room had great taste. There were red curtains, fluffy pillows, three clean and white beds, and of course, the usual television sets. We were given channels such as Disney Channel(my sister's favourite), Discovery Channel(my favourite) and others.

The hotel also came with many facilities. Such as the swimming pool, arcade room and many more. We also went shopping, but i didn't join(because i do not enjoy shopping). We mostly use the swimming pool. After 3 days, me and my family were quite tan..........but the real pain was the sun burn. My shoulders were experiencing unimaginable pain.

When it was time to leave, i sadly packed my bags got into the car and just listened to music. I was sad for leaving but happy for having a great holiday. I enjoyed my holiday very much!

A Letter to a Character

Dear Caring Tree,

How are you getting on? Me here, I'm just as 'fit as a fiddle'. It has been long since i have ever written to you, i do apologise. By the way, how is the boy? I have heard that he has stopped playing with you. I feel much pity for you. If there is anything i can do, please tell. I would also like to know how to be caring and loving like you.

I feel that i'm just too cruel and greedy. I have began to act like a 'scrooge'. I need help to change. Don't you ever feel that way at times? I also admire the fact that you keep on giving. Though you give, you should not try to give too much. If you give to much, you could end up with nothing. Everyone should get their fair share.

Well, it is late. This is all i can write. My eyes are getting heavy. Please reply soon. All the best. Bye.

Your friend,
Ian

About Myself

Hello, my name is Ian Francis Khoo. I was born in Malaysia about 12 years ago on November 6th 1997. I am 12 years old and I am currently schooling at Sekolah Kebangsaan Seri Bintang Utara. I am glad to say that I am the class monitor of 6 Bestari. My hobbies are reading, surfing the internet, spending time with my family and more. I want to become a film director and an author as I enjoy movies and books. My strengths are: Good at computer skills, helpful, kind, generous. My weaknesses: Cowardly, lazy(at certain times), forgetful, unaware of my surroundings. I am also glad to say that I have represented my school TWICE in 'Robotics'. I also have an interest in robots and how they work. As this year, I am sitting for my UPSR, I hope that I will get 5A's. To all studious people,"GENIUS IS ONE PERCENT INSPIRATION AND NINETY-NINE PERCENT PERSPIRATION". (Thomas Alva Edison:The man who lighted up the world)

Book Review

Title: The Caring Tree

Publisher: Abad Ceria Enterprise

Author: Sheikh Hassan Seylan 'Abad

Illustrator: Raihan Munif Bahasun

Sole distributor: Pekan Ilmu Publications Sdn. Bhd.

Synopsis/Blurb:
The book is about a young boy who has a tree for comfort. As he grows older, his needs change. From playing with the tree, he starts by plucking of fruits from the tree, sells them, and buys toys. As he gets older, he takes more from the tree. Finnaly, when he becomes old, the tree has nothing left to give him. The man says,"I don't need much now, just a place to rest". He then lays down in the roots of the tree. Then the tree begins to cry in happiness. I reccomend this book to everyone. It deserves a stand innovation.

Moral:
The moral of the story is the fact that, we pester our parents too much. They give, but we just keep on taking. All they get in return is probably a lifetime in an Old Folk's Home. Imagine the tree as our parents, and us as the child. We need to give back in return. Our parents are the ones who give us our wants and needs. They work so hard, and every drop of sweat on their face goes into getting money, and paying for our needs. If I were you, I would start giving back and thank my parents for the things they have sacrificed to put food on the table.