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Realizing Your Fullest Potential

2009-11-13T13:42:00.008+08:00

Everyone is born with innate talent. Gifts from the heavens that you can develop and turn into profit. Unfortunately, many people’s talents get buried at a young age. Failing to blossom and bloom at it’s full potential.

I have a friend who loved drawing when young. His parents saw him drawing, and took away his pencil, saying that he would never make any money doing that. When he was older, he told his parents he wanted to learn cooking and be a chef. His parents said, “No, cooking can never make you rich. It’s a waste of money learning that.” They would not sponsor his culinary course. Then later, when he could not score well in school, his dad said, “You are stupid. Why can’t you be smarter like everyone else?”

It’s easy to crush inborn talent. All it takes is a simple, “No”. I’m sure his parents want the best for him, and they are trying to mould him to be what they think society will pay for. But they do not realise that by stopping him from following his interests, they are preventing him from finding himself. Everyone must follow their own path. A road laid out specially for them. And when it comes a time when they see this glimmer of greatness within themselves, we should fully support them in aiming for their dreams. Follow your interests, and everyday is full of fun and discovery. Otherwise, life can just seem bland and repetitive. And that’s the truth.

My friend tells me that for most of his childhood, he was unhappy. Unable to express himself, he became withdrawn. Retreating into his own mind and keeping to himself. He feels that he’s not as good as others, whom seem so confident being who they are… He doesn’t see the greatness within himself.

We talk about his dream of pursuing the culinary arts, and his love for drawing. I ask him, “Do you believe in yourself? If you take this path, will you put your heart and soul into making it a success? Because let me tell you… You can make money doing anything, as long as you are good enough at it.” It's sad that early in life, the growth of his talent was cut off. If only he had spent his younger years growing this ability, today he would really shine.

Here’s an important rule if you are planning a personal growth programme: You become whatever you expose yourself to. And that includes your country, the culture, the place you work, the people you hang out with; the books you read (non-fiction or comics?), the shows you watch (inspiring & educational or trash TV & junk DVDs?), and the emotions you allow yourself to engage in on a daily basis (lust, anger, frustration, or peace, love, and harmony?) You can choose what you expose yourself to; you can choose what you allow yourself to feel. But once the thoughts enter your mind and become deep-rooted beliefs, that sets your way of thinking, so be selective because your future’s at stake. You can build a palace or you can build a prison.

Janet asks: “How do you figure out who you are and be happy with yourself?”

Hi Janet, you’re asking a deep question. The first part about figuring out who you are, depends on your level of self-awareness. How well do you know your own temperament and personality; your strengths and weaknesses; your talents and abilities? People seeking to know themselves often engage in a process of self-discovery, where they question their purpose for living and why they are here. Now this is not an instant 20 minute process, some people take weeks and years to figure out who they are. The process is gradual with corrections along the way.

Okay, so now let me give you a metaphor for figuring out who you are. Imagine you are a heroine on a journey through life. Now every hero needs a quest or purpose or ultimate goal. Who decides what this ultimate purpose is? Nobody knows.... what usually happens is the Hero suddenly senses a calling or feels inspired by a dream. This might come to them as an inner voice or a sense of joy when they think about creating or achieving something. So your ultimate goal is half inspired, half chosen. The same applies to your personality. You are brought up a certain way and born with certain characteristics, but at the same time, throughout your whole life you need to constantly choose who you want to be. All self is continually self-created. We decide who we want to be and then through our actions and behaviors we manifest that person into reality.

When we are young, many of us have dreams of what we would like to be, do, and have in life. If you're not careful, too many years of hard schooling and laborious work will wipe those dreams from your mind. The youth of your life would be the best time to make a solid record of everything you feel inspired to do or be.

Older generations understand that we conform to the norm of society, and in some ways, leave our individuality behind. Many people with lost dreams need to reclaim that younger part of themselves which was buried under exam stress, non-stop essays, mean bosses, and conniving colleagues.

For the second part of your question about how to be happy with yourself, it is related to the first part about being self-aware. If you know who you are currently, and who you want to be in the future, the gap between where you are now and where you want to be can affect your happiness. The greater the gap, the less happy people are with themselves; especially if you find that you are drifting away from your goals rather than towards them. But even if we aren't getting to where we want to be, it's okay if you can see beyond the gap and realize that happiness can also be found in the present moment -- appreciating where you are right now. If we keep looking to the future for happiness, we will never realize how fortunate we are and how far we have come.

About the Author

Lance Ong is the author of Wisdom to Create a Beautiful World - a series of philosophies designed to set the various areas of our lives on track. It is a code for living, written to help you realize your purpose in life, live your dreams, and achieve personal greatness.

The Long Way Home (Essay 3)

2009-11-02T08:48:00.002+08:00

Question 5.

I have loved many things like the clouds in the scorching summer heat, the scent of the cool autumn breeze and the sound of the raindrops as they hit the umbrella. The gentle softness of the earth during spring and the slight chill in the air after school never fails to calm me. The smell of the blackboard duster and the wet smell of asphalt when it rains in the evening are familiar smells from my childhood. I wanted to share this with someone dear to me. I hoped we could always experience them together.

The year is 2068. Ever since the first expedition in 2041 to Mars, they discovered that there were life-forms in other planets and some people were chosen to go for more expeditions. Clare was one of them, Clare and I were best friend. We were even closer than brother and sister.

“Look Ryan, a spaceship!” Clare happily pointed to the big and graceful looking spaceship in the sky.

“It’s huge, it must be for the next Tarsian expedition. I wonder if they have decided on the crew members. Wouldn’t it be interesting if somebody from our town was picked?” I smiled happily not knowing Clare was picked.

“Let’s go to the convenience store! Come on Clare! Hop on!” I exclaimed as I sat on my motorcycle.

We rode towards the convenience store.

“Look, a tracer!” I exclaimed as I saw another form of a spaceship only smaller and it was meant for fighting Tarsians.

“It’s beautiful.”

Somehow I sensed sadness in Clare’s words.
Clare leaned towards me and whispered in my ears, “You know, I’m going to pilot one of those.”

I was too shocked to respond. A few weeks later, a letter was sent to Clare’s house which stated that she had to go for the Tarsian expedition.

Not too long ago, Clare and I were in the same class. We were best friends but Clare is no longer on this planet. She had hopes and dreams. We both wanted to go to Honour Senior High School together. Apparently, she had been selected randomly by a computer many years ago. She knew she was going to e a pilot yet she still went to school. She was smart and athletic. She was just a junior high school student like me but she led a life which had been carved out for her already.

“Hey, Isn’t Clare lucky? Right now, she’s probably enjoying herself, flying around in a tracer!” Joel uttered to Henry. “She doesn’t need to take all these dumb exams and study,” Joel complained. “It’s got to be a lot better than burying our noses in books. I’d take on aliens any day!” Joel and Henry laughed.

“Why was she chosen anyway? They should have chosen yours truly,” Henry arrogantly stated.

“You? It’ll be the end of mankind!” Joel laughed heartily.

“Exams and studying, they can be a bore. Clare, lucky?” I think she didn’t want to go. She wanted to be a normal girl just like the other girls in our school.”

I thought to myself. “Lucky? No, she definitely wasn’t.”

The next spring, I got into senior high alone. Clare did not return. It had been six months since Clare left Earth. At that time, the Tarsian expeditions had just begun and everyone was talking about it but like the candle’s flame, the buzz had all been snuffed out.
I am in senior high now but my days go by as quietly as they did in junior high. Perhaps that is the reason why the messages I get a couple of times each week from Clare seem so out of place. She says she has completed training in Mars and has been chosen as a crew member of the Jupiter expedition team. I do not know when it started but now I avoid asking her if she can return.

That week I got a text message from Clare. “Ryan, the spaceship will be travelling beyond Neptune. My messages are going to take much longer time to reach you. It’ll take about six months but we’ll be alright, right?”

“Yes, we’ll be alright, I guess...” I thought to myself.

The messages went back and forth between me and Clare and in the blink of an eye, my first semester in senior high was over. I constantly checked for messages in my inbox and most of the time it was the same - no new messages. The further from Earth Clare is, the longer our messages take to reach each other. Day in and day out, all I do is wait for some word from Clare. The next week, we had a class gathering. Clare could not go.
“Hey Ryan, is that you?” Henry asked me.

“Hey Henry, it’s been long, ” I responded.

We continued to talk about our lives and new schools until he saw the magazine I was carrying. It was about the Tarsian expeditions.

“Why do you read such magazines?” Henry teased.

“Remember Clare? She’s with the expedition so I thought I’d do some reading up on it.

“Oh right! I remember her, kind of. It’s got nothing to do with us anyway, I sort of forgot. “

“Nothing to do with us?” I asked.

“Absolutely nothing, right? I mean, she’s not even on Earth!” Henry exclaimed.
I did not know why but a wave of sympathy for Clare washed over me. I admit it, sometimes I wonder why I still keep waiting. But even so, at that moment I thought I would wait for her, I would not forget her. It sounded silly but I meant every single word.

After a while, Clare’s messages stopped coming. Day after day, week after week, month after month, I had kept on waiting, hoping but now I just wanted to start forgetting. Clare must be settling into her new life. Very likely, she had too much on her hands to think of me. It was time. I had to move on. I decided to stop waiting for Clare’s messages.

The seasons have come and gone. Summer is upon us once more. I have completely stopped waiting for a message from Clare. It has been three years since her last message but today I received a message from Clare.

“Dear 19-year-old Ryan, this is 16-year-old Clare. I have travelled three light years so it took this long to send you one message. You know, Ryan... we’re like a pair of old friends separated by Earth and space. What I really want is for us not to find anything so that we can all go home. I want to go home. I long to return to touch your hand, to hear your voice and to see your smiling face.”

Clare had never given up. The truth was since junior high, we only had eyes for each other. I had tried to forget but she did not.

Clare, my one and only desire is to meet you and tell you that I love you. A few weeks after that, the Tarsian expedition announced that they did not discover anything and that they were coming back to Earth. I was overjoyed. The day that Clare was coming back I went to the space airport and waited there. I searched high and low for her space ship and finally her ship arrived. I ran towards that ship’s door but little did I know that it would open downwards and hit my head. I instantly stood up and looked around for Clare. Suddenly, I felt someone tap me from behind.

“Looking for me?” a very beautiful girl asked.

It was Clare.

“Clare! You’re finally home! I missed so much!” I exclaimed as I hugged her.

“Yes, it’s been a long way from home and I’m never leaving again.” Clare said as she fell into my open arms.

Charleen Lee
!,310 words

The Long Way Home (Essay 2)

2009-11-02T08:47:00.002+08:00

Question 5

Her accusing stare had penetrated Claudia’s gaze. She had felt waves of disapproval rolling off her grandmother’s back but pretended not to notice. Claudia shot a last glance and mouthed an apology before delicately stepping out of the front door. Claudia relieved the past day’s conversation with the latter and she remembered the sharp and querulous tones her grandmother had used on her. Initially, Claudia had felt guilt-ridden for even contemplating on leaving her grandmother to further her studies in England, under her father’s orders. However, her mind was made up after the many demands of her grandmother started to make her question: what right had this person to restrain her from making her own choices?
As she had taken a closer look of herself in the mirror before leaving, Claudia was amazed to find out that she held more resemblances to her grandmother than she thought she had: the characteristic broad and artless smile, which went right into the creases at the corner of their eyes and the unmistakable intricately flecked emerald eyes. Growing up, Claudia was intrigued with the smoothness of the grandmother’s skin despite her age. The occasional bruises and scratch marks on Claudia’s arms and legs, due to her passion for outdoor activities, were a far cry from her grandmother’s porcelain skin. Grandmother was a strict woman and she held herself in utmost dignity and elegance. An emerald barrette was always fastened on and there was not one occasion where Claudia ever saw her grandmother inadequately dressed. A role model, Claudia had always wanted to grow up to be her grandmother.
Claudia’s mother was an unsaid topic in the family. Nobody mentioned her in passing, in fact, nobody mentioned her at all. She had entirely no recollection of mother and her childhood was devoid of a mother’s love. This empty space was filled with her grandmother’s love. Grandmother was just like a mother to Claudia, only much older. The former did not believe in spoiling a child and Claudia learnt that she was not that difficult a person to live with as her father had always drilled into her head. Grandmother was simply being herself. She was a unique individual.
Her father and grandmother had never got along well. Perhaps it was grandmother’s adamant refusal to cave into his every whim and fancy when her father was young, which made him to think that she was unloving and uncaring. Claudia’s heart had ached as her father had once pulled him into his study, telling her that she should be spending less time with her grandmother. Upon her questioning why, he began to execute into a series of false accusations about her grandmother. Although she was disagreeable with his statements, she nodded throughout his tirade and had even exited his room with a deferential bow. In actual fact, she knew that even if those accusations were truly justifiable, she would have still sided her grandmother. Father and daughter were never inseparable and it was as if they were not blood related. Claudia had always felt it was her grandmother who had brought her up, that it was her who had really showered her with love.
Yet as she clambered on the train, which would take her to the airport, where she would be attending a boarding school for four years before her return, Claudia felt nonchalant about her parting. She did however, as she boarded the plane, felt momentarily uncertain if she had done the right thing to desert her grandmother. Turning to face her father who is seated on her left, she smiled lightly and he responded to her smile with a gentle squeeze on her shoulder. It was the first time they had sat in a vehicle and had exchanged pleasantries. Claudia had always craved for her father’s attention and when he finally did show it to her after thirteen years, she embraced it wholly. She closed her eyes and her heart is at ease as she thought: yes, this was the right thing to do.
The exchange of letters was extremely common during her first month of absence away from her grandmother. Constantly badgering her with replies and demands on her situation in England, Claudia was unable to reply all her grandmother’s letters which kept coming even though she had not reply her previous one’s. Mildly irritated by her grandmother’s impatience but she understood why her grandmother was so persistent: loneliness. Her replies grew shorter with the gain of more friends, the time Claudia could have spent writing a simple letter was instead, spent on her friends. Slowly without realizing, Claudia had allowed her new life in England distract her from her priorities and her old life back home.
Back home, Claudia’s grandmother was rummaging through stacks of old albums. She clutched onto any memory she was able to latch onto of her granddaughter. She arched her neck up slightly and squinted to make out what date it was. It had been three years and Claudia’s last letter to her was a year and a half ago. That was what Claudia’s grandmother had been afraid of, it was not loneliness but of fear that her granddaughter would forget her. Just as how her very own son had forgotten her. All of a sudden, she felt her heart tightening and she breathes in deep breaths. She used the wooden armchair as a support as she keyed in a string of numbers. Before she had heard the line connect, she released a gasp and fell to the parquet flooring. Her figure would remain that way, lithe and fragile, until a close friend dropped by a day later for their usual afternoon tea sessions.
Claudia had held the receiver to her ear and had felt incapable of speech upon told of her grandmother’s death. She had not expected and was unsure of how to respond to this news. Thanking the informer on the other line, she spoke in hushed tones as she clarified that her father and her would make the necessary arrangements back home in time for the funeral. She searched her memories as she tried to recall when was the last she remembered having an actual conversation with her grandmother. It was probably on the day before she had left for England; which meant it was over a year. Claudia felt herself fall to the ground as she tried to gather herself, as the news of losing her loved one slowly sunk in,
She had looked peaceful. The funeral was an open casket and Claudia had not dared to look into it for fear that she would always be haunted by the image of her. She clung onto her father, who was unmoved throughout the entire ceremony, and as she watched several men help to lower her grandmother’s body into the freshly dug earth, she mourned silently. Why had it taken so long for her to realize that the place Claudia should have always belonged in was none other than her own home?
Claudia lifted her head up to the sky as she whispered, “I’m sorry grandmother. It took so long for me to get back home and when I did, it was for the wrong reason.” She blinked back a fresh wave of tears.
As she grabbed a fistful of flowers in her palm, Claudia threw the flowers into the earth and continued, still looking at the clear sky, as if she were talking to an angel.
“I want everything back the way it was, but there is no point to it, this wanting, I know now that I would never get to tell you what I should have been telling you every day. That I love you,” saying this, she walks away with her father trudging beside her as they make their long way back home.
Charmaine Thong
Sec 4A / 2009

The Long Way Home (Essay 1)

2009-11-02T08:45:00.006+08:00

Question 5:

“A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.”- George Moore. Being a photographer, I often travelled around the globe in search of captivating pictures. Pictures that interested me were pictures of Mother Nature’s beauty and wonders of the world such as the Niagara Falls and the Grand Canyon. However, what I really wanted to capture on film was the feeling of affection for your loved ones.

Home was something that I yearned to have the most. Since young, I had always been quiet. My father left my mother when I was at a young age. Since then, I had always envied those who had a complete home. My interest in photography started when I was in Secondary school. I joined the Media Club despite my mother’s nagging as she thought that it was a waste of time when I could join other meaningful co-curricular activities such as the National Cadet Corps where I could learn about life in the army. As the Media Club gave me chances to use the camera whenever there was an assembly, I began to take an interest in photography.

When I reached adulthood, the interest in photography had grown so much in me that I decided to travel around the world in search of pictures. When I told my mother of my decision, she blew her top as she expected me to take a job to support her. Being a hot-headed person, rashness overtook me at that time. I screamed at her and accused her of not understanding my feelings. At that time, I saw a look of sadness appearing on her face. I did not think of it much at that time because I was busy. After hollering at her, I stormed out of the house.

I spent the next few days at my friend’s house. During the time I was there, I found out that my friends were embarking on a six month trip to different parts of the world. A desire to go with them immediately blossomed in my heart. When my friend saw the longing on my face, he asked me to accompany them. I agreed immediately as this was a chance to test my photography skills. However, the cost of the trip was worrying as it required a huge sum of money and I knew that my mother was not going to agree to my demands, especially after our quarrel a few days ago.

I returned home, dreading the moment when I told my mother about my decision. Upon reaching my doorstep, I hesitated for a moment before pressing the doorbell as I prepared myself for a huge scolding. To my utmost amazement, I was swept into my mother’s arms the moment she saw me. Happiness in her face could not be described in words. She immediately ushered me into the living room and offered me a drink. Apologies were streaming out of her mouth as she felt contrite for not understanding my feelings. Touched by my mother’s affection for me, tears sprang into my eyes as I realized that I had also been in the wrong when I shouted at her when what she said to me was for my own good. After we both had calmed down, I told my mother of my decision to go for the trip. For a moment, her face was devoid of expression when she heard the cost. She then stood up and went to her safe. I was surprised when she took out her savings and handed it over to me. It was her hard-earned money saved up over the years and she was giving it to me without any complains.

“Here you go son, use the money wisely. I understand that you have an interest in photography and I will not stop you from pursuing your dream,” she uttered softly.

Having heard that, tears came into my eyes again as I thought of her generosity.

I went for the trip and gained experience when I visited places of interest and took many pictures. During these six months, I began to miss my mother and often wondered how she was. We could not communicate much as I did not stay in a place more than a week thus it was hard for us to write letters. Electronic mails did not work for us as it was inconvenient for me to carry a laptop around and furthermore, my mother was computer-illiterate. However, life was also not easy for me as I had to work in order to save money for my expenses. Home was missed even more when I had to go hungry for days if I did not have enough money.

Six months passed and I went back to my own country. I had spoken to my mother the night before using the hotel’s phone and told her that I was coming back the next day. She squealed in delight and told me to prepare for a sumptuous meal. Upon reaching Singapore, I hailed a taxi and headed for my destination. Soon after, I reached my house. When I entered my house, it was pitch dark. I was surprised as I knew that my mother would be home to welcome me back. Suddenly, the lights went on and a loud “SURPRISE” was heard. I blinked in amazement.

I realized that my mother had organized a welcome party for me. My relatives were all there. The night was spent with much joy and laughter. I told them about my journey and all the wondrous sights I had seen. However, when I told my story of having to starve for days and having to work my keep, my mother immediately burst into tears as she could not bear the thought of me suffering hardship. I comforted her and told her that there was nothing to worry about since I was back home. Gasps and cries of amazement were heard when I passed around the pictures I had taken during the trip. All of them agreed that I had a talent for photography and I should take up a job as a photographer. I was interested in this idea as I could pursue my interest and earn some money at the same time to support my family. Soon after, my relatives had decided to leave and my mother and I decided to retire for the night.

When I woke up the next day, my mother prepared a magnificent breakfast for me as she felt that she had a duty to fatten me up. While I was eating, I pondered over the idea about working as a photographer and decided to give it a shot. I flipped through the newspaper and found a caption that says “WOULD YOU LIKE TO TOUR AROUND THE WORLD AND EARN MONEY AT THE SAME TIME? ALL YOU NEED ARE GOOD PHOTOGRAPY SKILLS AND YOU ARE ON THE WAY TO MANY SCENIC PLACES AROUND THE COUNTRY.” I was interested at once and in the blink of an eye, I rushed out of the front door.

I went for the interview and showed them the pictures I had taken during the trip. I was given the job after a few more tests on my photography skills. I was over the moon. As fast as an eagle, I rushed home, wanting to tell my mother about the good news.

Years passed and I had traveled around many countries. I had won many awards due to my good photography skills. However, even though I had many fabulous pictures, I did not have a picture that showed affection. I was in Holland at that time because of an assignment that required me to take pictures of the windmills. In the midst of having my lunch, I suddenly thought of my mother. I realized how much she had done for me, forgiving me for shouting at her even though it was my fault. She had used up her hard-earned savings for my trip, taking great pains to plan my welcoming party. As fast as light, I rushed back to my hotel and packed my things. I was going to a place where I knew that I could take the picture I had always longed for. I sighed. The long way home was made shorter by the fact that I had finally understood my mother’s love and sacrifice and, it was time to return.

By Seah Choon Kiat
Sec 4A / 2009
1407 words

The Trip Home

2009-11-02T08:29:00.003+08:00

The Trip Home
I boarded a bus to get home,
Which was in the country Rome.
The bus broke down halfway,
On the expressway.
Poor I had to walk back,
With my heavy backpack.
I reached house at three,
I bessech thee,
O Mum, to let me off!

Meng Hon (1A, 2009)

Punggolites' Participation in Commonwealth Essay Competition

2009-10-28T15:41:00.007+08:00

The modern Commonwealth of Nations is an international family of 53 member countries spread through Africa, Asia, the Caribbean, Europe, The Mediterranean, North America and the Pacific that evolved out of Britain’s imperial past1.

Every year, the Commonwealth Essay Competition inspires thousands of young writers from all over the world. Organised by the Royal Commonwealth Society, the Competition has been running for over 100 years and is firmly established as a highly regarded and popular international education project2.

A number of our students entered the Commonwealth Essay Competition and pitted their writing skills against students of the same age around the world. The English Language Department is proud to announce that 2 of our students, Derrick Cosmas of Secondary 1A and Fong Yun Ting of Secondary 4A, have received Commendation Awards for this prestigious competition.

Derrick wrote an essay titled ‘Now, When I Was Your Age’ where the ties between a grandfather and his grandson are deeply rooted, with Grandpa reminiscing about his tales of childhood during the Japanese occupation, teaching his grandson some valuable lessons.

Yun Ting, on the other hand, wrote about Singapore, her homeland in ‘This Is Where I Live’, where she recounts her pride of being a Singaporean. She also accounts for the awakening of Singapore from a small fishing village, plagued by many obstacles yet managing to overcome them all with much determination and perseverance.

As the international Commonwealth Essay Competition has high expectations and standards, winning the award is a significant achievement on the part of our students. We congratulate these Punggolites on their wonderful attempt and achievements! We are proud of you!

Our students’ essays can be accessed through the following links:
http://www.punggolsec.moe.edu.sg/NOW WHEN I WAS YOUR AGE - DEREK.doc
NOW WHEN I WAS YOUR AGE - DEREK.doc

http://www.punggolsec.moe.edu.sg/THIS IS WHERE I LIVE - FONG YUN TING.doc
THIS IS WHERE I LIVE - FONG YUN TING.doc

Footnote1&2: Information from The Royal Commonwealth Society website http://www.rcsint.org/essay/

By Mrs Haffidz, HOD EL Dept

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2009-10-28T09:02:00.006+08:00

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2009-10-28T08:59:00.003+08:00

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2009-10-23T13:18:00.003+08:00

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2009-10-22T15:27:00.002+08:00

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