anonymousguru is an adult not a kid.


This is not the first time…an adult pretend to be a kid and give advise…

Just give advise as an adult la…why pretend ?

Btw, guru is a teacher (Malay) = cikgu = Lao shi (Chinese)

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Pls help. TIA

Thank you…Integer and zbear.


That’s mean if a child chooses to enter poly instead of JC, all his/her CCA points gained during secondary will go to waste, right?

pinky:

FM972 tonight 11-12 midnight will have the horror stories segment

Is it every night or on certain night ?

Integer:

My view is that if a student has no time mgmt issues (& no motivation issue of course), he/she should be able to cope with most CCAs.


The other day DS said the HOD of PE asked the sec4 cohort to have a final check of their CCA scores. I knew DS alrdy has an A1 but not sure of his score. He said he has 35 points.


To us, CCA bonus pts are impt cos if he can't get into his sch's affiliated JC, these 2 pts would help much in the other choices.

Cheers!

Hi Integer

My DS is in P6 now. I'm still new to this Sec CCA...

I just wondered how your son obtained 35 points for his CCA. Is it thru 100% involvement and attendance?

OT a bit here:
How HCL in P6 helps in getting into JC?
Can someone explain as I am blur here...

Thank you in advance.

12mum:

Happened in hk, appeared in papers. Chinese and English version.


http://eastweek.my-magazine.me/index.php?aid=14169



English Sunday, June 1, 2014

A Haunting in Hong Kong--a Case From 1953

It all happened way back in 1953, in a place on Nathan Road, Kowloon, an unimaginable, bizarre ghostly event that shook up much of Hong Kong, and a section of Kowloon in particular.

(1) \"Set up the Tiles\"

There lived an older woman on the fourth floor of a home on Nathan Road. Now, starting early one evening in 1953, this woman began to see the same inexplicable, eerie scene replay itself over and over again every night. Looking out from her home to the fourth-floor home facing hers on Nathan Road, she could see four or five people stirring in the window, sitting at a table, playing mahjong, with one sitting by the window itself, as if on lookout duty. Such a sight in Hong Kong was and is still perfectly normal. What made these nightly gatherings out of the ordinary were two details--the mahjong players were all completely dressed in white, and each was completely headless.

Needless to say, the woman was horrified. She began refusing to roll up her curtain after dusk and completely stayed away from the window.

Residents had probably chalked up the story about the headless mahjong-playing ghosts in white to the woman's perhaps failing eyesight or maybe an urban legend making its rounds through the neighborhood. A few days later, a delivery boy in one of the restaurants had the following tale to tell . . .

(2) \"With Money to Burn\"

On one occasion, the delivery boy had brought food up to the fourth floor flat, the same locale where an older woman had seen headless spooks. At nine P.M. someone had phoned in the order for food to be sent up--four bowls of rice congee (i.e., gruel or porridge). The door opened a crack without revealing a glimpse of anyone or anything inside, a single hand picked up the bowls of porridge and then took each bowl one-by-one inside. Then came the time to pay the bill. The delivery boy was paid by this single hand, clutching the correct amount of money, appearing from out of the crack in the doorway. The boy took the money and returned to the restaurant.

Once at the restaurant, the delivery boy took out the money for the bowls of rice porridge just delivered and discovered that the bills were not standard Bank of Hong Kong currency; instead, they were \"hell notes,\" money to be burnt for the dead as an offering to the deceased in the world beyond.

Then, the exact same thing happened again the following night when someone at the same address had called in an order for four bowls of rice porridge.

The owner of the restaurant was incensed at these thieves who he thought were using some kind of subterfuge to trick his delivery boy, and he was not one to put up with such chicanery. Something was going on, and the law probably couldn't help, especially since on each occasion, the delivery boy walked away, without complaining, with a payment in his pocket. No, he, the owner, would do something . . .

When the order for four bowls of rice porridge came in the next night, the owner sent a different deliveryman, someone who might be better able to spot a sleight of hand and to deal with any miscreant trying to get away with paying not just fake money but money for the dead. Maybe when getting paid by the hand that appeared from behind the door, the deliveryman this time looked carefully to see if it was legal tender. Perhaps he counted it himself before the door closed. In any case, the deliveryman returned to the restaurant, took out the money he had kept his eyes upon while up on the fourth floor, and . . . saw that he was indeed holding those telltale fake banknotes on cheap yellowed newsprint paper in his hands, the ones with a conspicuous square of foil in the center, the kind of paper no one in his or her right mind would dare to carry around, let alone touch . . . money to be burnt for the dead . . .

(3) \"A Sealed-up Unit\"

The restaurant owner notified the police, and some officers were sent to the apartment that very night. By now a crowd of over one thousand onlookers, with newspaper reporters in attendance, gathered below to watch whatever unfolded.

The police officers went to the apartment of the woman who lived directly across from the fourth-floor flat, and, as witnessed by the police officers and civilians, four human figures in white, without heads, could be seen in the window, sitting around a mahjong table, playing mahjong. From the beginning to the end of this incident, no officer dared to enter the haunted apartment. The whole affair finally came to a conclusion when the policemen had the front door to the place sealed.

In time, the building itself was demolished to make way for a new structure.

(4) Another Version

A reporter wrote there had once indeed been live humans having a mahjong party upstairs in the fourth-floor flat. The owner's daughter was having some friends over for a friendly game one evening. Everything was going well; all were merry, enjoying themselves. When it was time to order some refreshments, the players remained seated in their places around the table and each stuck a hand out with some coins to pay for his or her portion of late-night snacks. From out of nowhere, a fifth outstretched hand and arm appeared . . .

Those at the table bolted out the door. The police were notified. Later, it came out that several people, including those who had called the police, had simply vanished, whereabouts unknown.

And what of this location now? There's a different building there, one housing a bookstore.

I enjoyed reading all haunted stories ...

(before dawn) :yikes:

Jarol Lo:

I've been enjoy reading this thread. Now let me share my experience:


I lived in an old apartment in Katong, at the juction of Still Road and Upper East Coast Road, still remember the exact address was 2B Still Road. Was at 3rd floor corner unit. Now the apt block had been refurbrished. I encountered occassions: -

1) I was in P5 that time, reading books when lying on the bed, from the side of my eye can feel somebody watching me, just a blur image. When I turn around, that \"person\" squat down fast, but can't see anybody there.

2) When I was P6, in the afternoon when I was home alone, I did my study at the living hall besides the balcony where our dog was chained. Half way through the sleeping my dog was barking, to be exact half crying. When I woke up, at the left side of my eye I can see a woman holding a kid's hand walking towards my direction, just less than 3 meters away. I was so scared and ran to the dog. Don't know who protecting who cos my dog also shivering. But I did see \"them\" when I was with the dog though it still barking. Then I decided to bring the dog out and wait for my parents to come back home.

3) Me and my brothers used to hear the gate of the door shaking very hard as though somebody struggling to get in/out of the house.

4) Remember there was a noon time when I was walking back home with my mum, I look up and saw a lady wearing white looking down AT ME. I thought was my sis who came back from KL. When reach home asked my bro, he said sis not home yet.

5) My sis sometimes hear somebody taping on the side of the bed when she was sleeping, wake up saw nobody in the room.

6) I used to hear some sound in the master bedroom even though it was locked and nobody inside, same as the kitchen as though somebody cooking.

We stay there for about 5 years in this haunted house. It was lately we learned from our neighbour that previously there lived a family of 3. The husband used to quarrel with his wife. Once he killed his wife and the son with a gun (he was a police man from CID) and suicide after that. Before we moved in, there was several owners changing hand but average didn't stay for more than half a year.

After reading yours...... It sent shivers down my spine... :yikes: :yikes:

Can be compiled as haunted stories in Singapore ? :boogie:

phtthp:

http://www.hungzai.com/haunted-schools-1/

I dare to watch during day time but not after dawn. :yikes:

GiftedGem:

2Transformer:

[quote=\"optmum\"]My dd completed her prelims and received marks.the paper was difficult and she just managed to pass in maths, we are so worried about her maths, don't know how she's going to cope psle. She dropped in Mt by 10 marks, and for science and el dropped to b.

But heard from dd surprisingly most of her friends who got around 50 in few papers in sa1 shot upto 70+...
She started lacking confidence that's she's the only one with no improvement.
Don't know where to start revision.both of us are totally lost..

Dear mummy n daughter

Don't give up...

Go thru the Prelim Maths paper together with your daughter.

List out what are her mistakes and work out from there.

Still got time to improve on it....

Jia You! :grphug:




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Nice Quote, 2 Transformer.[/quote]

optmum:

Thanks a lot 2transformer, for the nice quote and timely advice.your words gave me confidence, will struggle a little more to get there...

You are greatly welcome