A Descriptive World

(expressed by little unique voices)

To all those who, in one way or another, have once

felt ‘overlooked’ by the world, don’t worry for
someday, you will be heard.

by

Secondary 1-Peace Students

2014-2015

 Table of Contents

Chapter 1

ON NATURE

 The Graceful, Pearly-white Dandelion It danced around again as it got carried by the wind.
The emerald sea of grass and three-leaved clovers
by Angelin Grace Wijaya
watched silently at the dandelion’s solo performance,
like the mesmerized audience watching a performance
My white converse stepped on the warm, rough on the large, invisible stage.
surface of the sea of grass in the jade-coloured garden.
The bright sun shone on one particular spot, on a patch Slowly, the clouds started to darken. It was time to go.
of a bright emerald painted grass was a tiny dandelion I stepped out of the garden and took one last look back
proudly standing, under the shimmering sunlight, like a with a smile on my face. The dandelion seed rested
graceful ballerina under a spotlight. The dandelion was again, this time, on a tiny plant which grew under a
dressed like a shiny-white pearl, like a ballerina dressed huge and old umbrella tree.
for Swan Lake in a white and silver tutu. It seemed that this tiny dandelion would still be
The fresh, cold wind blew softly and it was a sign dancing through the dark gloomy night under the
that the marvelous show had just begun, the invisible glowing moonlight, beyond the seeing distance of an
curtain then raised slowly. ordinary man’s naked eyes.

The tiny wing-like seeds of the dandelion got lifted by

the cool wind and started dancing. They danced and
twirled around across the endless sea of grass and
landed on top of a tiny leaf of a young plant quietly
seated at the corner of the jade-painted garden. It
rested there calmly for a while.

As it rested, I recalled an amazing performance of a

ballerina dancing along gracefully to the touching
choreography of Swan Lake. The refreshing wind blew
again, and the dancing continued.

 The Dancing Clovers They seem to burst with excitement and elated joy
when I reach down with a trembling hand to touch their
by Kathleen Pearl Roys
delicate little leaves which feel smooth and almost cozy
in between my fingers. They all seem to call out. “My
leaves are the best, feel mine!” I feel like a field of them
could even suffice for a bed with their soft textures and
millions of different shades that captivate and enrapture
those who see them. Nobody planted them, and no
one will care when they die, they are simply little rays of
joy for anyone willing to stop and look.

These clovers somehow make me think of objects of

great beauty. They can be equally compared with
paintings and rainbows without much difficulty
measuring up. It almost relaxes me, to think that these
The spiked blades of grass twirl and vibrate in the soft clovers, as small and seemingly unimportant as they are,
breeze that seems to sway the entire garden in a single are bestowed with beauty and love. It amazes me how
direction, from the canopies of the towering trees to the unworried they seem, even though they are here and
tiny shrubs and the swishing grass. The wind even gone as easily as the wind.
reaches the garden’s floor where the most miniscule
It makes me think, why should I worry? If the heavenly
plants, the clovers, respond to its cool and awakening
angels bestow beauty on the lowliest of creations, why
movements.
should I worry what will become of me and my life if I
They seem to dance vigorously and shake in the have more value than them.
wind. I can hear the waves of breeze twirling between
them and sending their heart-shaped leaves spinning in
a frenzied manner. I can almost taste their fresh, moist
flavor in the everlasting breeze.

 Witnessing a Crime at the Garden I looked around. There, I saw a big black ant walking
slowly and lazily across the green field, as if it was
by Theresa Nathania Lan searching for its lovely home underground. It walked
around and suddenly walked towards me. I slowly lifted
Sitting on the warm and soft grass as if I was on a up my pencil that settled between my fingers and
bed, I felt that the garden, with fresh green leaves, was moved it towards the black ant, wanting to play with it.
a relaxing place to stay especially if there were birds Then suddenly, I felt the ground shaking and there,
soaring high up in the clear blue cottony cloudy sky. Kathleen was running towards me as the ant turned its
head away from me, starting to walk away. Sadly,
I could hear the leaves brushing against each other
Kathleen jumped in front of me and landed on top of
with a crackling sound like fire crackers. Their fresh smell
the poor ant.
hit my nose every time I took a breath. The coolness of
the breeze surrounded my face. I closed my tired eyes
and smiled, satisfied with the comfort of the fresh green
garden.

I could hear my friends chatting and laughing loudly

while running down the steep hill, with smiles on their
faces.

Kathleen and I chatted together until a small green

grasshopper jumped cheerfully towards me. I freaked
out. Kathleen took the grasshopper between her fingers
and swung her hand up rapidly in the air and released
the grasshopper in the sky.

What happened to the poor grasshopper? I didn’t

know…

 Jet Black Illusions deafeningly silent Korean girl who’s currently in Medan. I
wonder how the class would be if only she had spoken
by Lavianna Teng
whatever was inside her thoughts aloud. I always
wanted to ask her if she really didn’t have anything to
say or if she just didn’t want to say anything. How could
she not be bothered by the six loud, not-so-behaved
boys?

Looking down at the earth, I noticed that there was

this looming shape, so dark that not a single light was
present. I’ve learned that when we are partially or
completely blocking a light source, we are creating a
shadow. Shadows used to be and still are friends of
mine. Since I disliked being under the burning star,
having to feel the heat on my head, I used to look for
the great shade; also known as shadows.

These black illusions didn’t leave me when I needed

them the most. They know when to leave me: when I’m
in the dark and the rays can’t do anything to me.
As I walked around the man-made nature, I could
feel the burning heat from the greatest source of light,
I wonder what those distorted shadows would do if
staring daggers down at me from the never-ending
they were alive. Have you ever noticed the little thing
ceiling of this crowded world.
they do for us? They protect us from the blinding
sunlight, but they can’t do anything, except for
My feet brought me to a certain area of this green
accepting their unfortunate fate: being stepped on
garden. The burning sensation was immediately
every single dreadful day by the creatures they protect.
replaced by the lukewarm air that engulfed me. I
If only precisely shaped shadows were my real friends,
looked down cautiously at where I was stepping on. This
they would be the most loyal ones. Thank you, shadows,
was the exact place where we had the yearbook photo
for always being there for me.
shoot last year.
Then, I thought again of that silent Korean girl who has
Every time someone mentions something about the
never uttered a word to me…
year when I was in Primary 6, it reminds me of this

 A Definitely Fresh Scent
by Cheryl Vanessa Tjiong

The garden, which is full of flowers, is a silent place to

learn, relax and also to have a picnic together. Here, I
could smell the freshness of the green leaves. I also
heard the swaying of leaves brushing against each
other smoothly.

The cool breeze blew my black and long hair, and

touched my whole face. I closed my big eyes, listening
to my close friends playing. The noisy boys went up and
down the steep wide hill, with their bright smiles on their Jessica did her descriptive writing quietly. She is a
young faces. diligent and hardworking girl. Near the garden full of
blooming flowers, there was a narrow staircase that led
I was seated on the soft grass with my two closest
to the place where young and small children study. It
friends, Nathania and Jessica. In front of me, there were
also led to my big classroom, which is on the highest
so many young plants, but the most disappointing thing
floor.
was, there were too many crawling insects, and lumps
of soil. Kathleen, brave and tall, then came. She saw a I was scared of colorful butterflies, but I saw their big
green and tiny grasshopper. So, she took the wings which helped them fly so high. I wish I could
grasshopper, and threw it into the garden. Maybe she experience flying in the sky which is as blue as the sea
didn’t care about it, but cared about Nathania, the girl like those butterflies with many colours on their large
who was about to be attacked by the grasshopper. wings.

Some young faces went to the large preschool What a relaxing feeling being in the evergreen
garden to play, sat on the swing and described it, but I garden.
choose to stay at the ever green garden.

 Life that Circulates and Seasoned above my head that was lightly taken aback by the
cool breeze that struck right on my face.
By Vionna Alicia Limmena
I noticed that some small tiny leaves were washed
away by the cool wind. Don’t they symbolize us with the
ups and downs in our life, failing and succeeding in our
career, academics, and even friendship?

Then I spotted, deep inside the tree's nest, I spotted

one small blooming flower that made the tree look
perfect in my eyes. All the seasonings that were poured
onto my everyday life would be like that one small
flower. I wondered then, in my tree of life, what other
things would grow into tiny flowers.

I would love to add sweet memories to my exciting

and unpredictable life. I would ask nothing other than
happiness that originates from the lovely community
around me.
I sat on the rusty swing, where its red-blood paint was
What other things would other people ask when they
scrapped out and disappeared in the wind. I swung
have sweet memories inside their pink and plump heart?
back and forth, relaxing in the refreshing mother-nature.
I took a deep heavy breath, thinking all the things that I could water the lively tree everyday and make it
were happening where I was seated. into a bigger and blooming tree. Together, the others
and I will grow the most cherished tree and pour out the
As the birds chirped their high-pitched voice, I
sweetness of our laughter and love.
stretched my head up. I saw how the leaves of the
young but strong tree danced. I imagined myself as part
of the surrounding, me as the young tree’s branches

 The Gardener’s Hat
by Jun Song

At the green tea-colored garden, I was seated while

staring at the red hat under the calm tree. I noticed that
the tree had a light green colored moss hugging its
trunks. It had a skinny body and had grassy leaves
covering its top canopy. Its leaves were as small as a
mouse and were moving along with the wind.

The new colored hat was sitting as still as a metal

anchor, just waiting to be taken by its owner or the by
unfaithful sneaky robber. The hat was as red as blood. It
looked like a traditional hat of many Vietnamese
workers. The hat’s top part was as pointy as a razor
sharp horn of a rhino. There were also royal king colors
on the side of the bloody colored hat. The calm tree
above was guarding the hat from the swirling wind.

The Vietnamese hat was sitting on top of the rough

sided wooden rack. It was like a friend just staring at a
distance, waiting. The top of the rack was as smooth as
the fur of a newly born kitten. The light weighted floor of
the rack seemed as clean as a new empty room. Few
steps away from it was a heavy rusty gas tank waiting to
be taken alongside with the hat.

As I left the sweet scent garden, the hat and the

racks disappeared from my sight.