Saturday, March 7, 2009
camping with no music ?! ...deaf ..
if only I can hear your voice
just one more time
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ahh ..
I like camping.
I really do.
It's fun and full of adventure.
But the thing about camps
Is that,
I CAN'T BRING MY MP3 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
sadd ....
I can't believe I'm going camping with my class ..
and furthermore with some ' dramatically emo people ' in my group ..
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sighhhhh !
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anyway ..
I'm just trying to plot up a plan to sneak in my MP3 ..
so that at least at night can hear ..
or go home can hear ..
I wont hear it during the camp ..
I just want some music to accompany me when I'm taking bus to school or home.
hahaha
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well ..
My CA1 score are not as good as last year ..
but I'll DEFINATELY work hard for mid-years ..
the only test that I'm proud of was my English Composition ..
I got ..
*drum rolls*
21/30 !!!
highest in class ..
ahahaha ^^
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should I type out the compo ?
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I think i should ..
just to entertain you guys ..
But please, PLEASE note that ..:
1. THIS IS A COMPOSITION ( that means its NOT REAL )
2. THIS IS TOTALLY NOT GONNA HAPPEN TO ME !!
3. I DO NOT INTEND THIS COMPO TO COME TO REALITY !!
4. DO NOT THINK THAT I INTEND TO MAKE THIS REAL!
5. just to remind you again ..THIS IS JUST A COMPO !!
ok ..
here goes ..
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Write a story beginning with "She was someone who was always there for me."
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She was someone who was always there for me. Someone who cared and surppoted me in everything. That ' someone ' was my mother.
Ten years have passed and I am thirty-four. If only I could remember her heart warming smile and the sweet scent of her hair but all was forgotten. When I was still a child who knew nothing about the world, I only relied on my mother. Whatever activities I participated in, she would attend with a delightful smile on her face. When ever I broke down into tears with my eyes swollen like a bright red apple, the only voice that could reach my mind and soothed my sorrowness was the melodious voice of my mother.
During my teenage years, I started rebelling anyone that came in my way of enjoyment. I made a mess out of my life and left the cleaning to my mother. Whenever I got in trouble, she would break down into tears and started to beg for my innocence. Since then, I escaped punishments everytime. Everything I did was a nuisance to my peers and mostly to my mother. Even still, my mother did not give up on me.
When I stepped into adulthood, got married and left home, I realised that the adult world was harsh. No, it was much worse than harsh. The job pressure got into my head while family problems wore me down. I wondered how my mother coped with all these? Unfortunately, my life got worse when I was informed that my mother had lung cancer and was at her final stage. I was stunned. As I rushed to the hospital, my mind was full of regrets and the taste of regrets was harshly bitter.
As I stepped into the white room with a cold atmosphere, the very first thing that met my eyes was my mothe laying on the bed with a white sheet covered over her body. I could not believe my eyes. 'Shocked' and 'Stunned' were the only words that could describe my feelings then. I rushed towards her side and held her cold, freezing hands. She woke up, stared into my eyes and uttered, "I love you. And no matter what you do, I will always surppot you."
After her last words, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep slumber with a warm smile on her face. A stream of tears trickled down my cheeks as I kneeled to the ground, bowed with sorrow. I was grief-stricken but somehow deeply touched by her words and shocked by her death.
Ten years have passed and I am still living by her words. She was the only one that surppoted me. And 'she' was my beloved mother.
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yes, some corrections were added in ..
and i think there are some typo error ..
so just enjoy lo ..
oh yeahh ..
the comments made from my teacher :
"Good attempt at use of vivid words. "
these are VERY VERY COMMON WORDS YOU KNOW ?!
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if my teacher thinks these are vivid words ..
then ..
i guess my teacher thinks that i'm a very stupid person ..
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nvm ..
well ..
how are your CA1 scores ?!