NOTE: This was written during a creative writing competition our school organised.
They say that in the precious few moments that you have before you die, your entire life flashes right before you like a movie playing in the theaters. Right now, as I lay amidst a pool of crimson red that was blood, these "scenes" played on in my mind, refusing to go away even as the pain engulfed me, drowning me and threatened to consume every cell of my body. I moaned softly, hoping with all my might that this pain would leave me soon so that I could relive these memories for a second time in a peace that only Death itself could bring.
That was probably the last hope that I made, for my mind was silent for the first time in my short fifteen years as I relived my memories. Even the intense pain that was now a part of me was the last thing on my mind. Three memories lingered in my mind, the most significant ones amongst others.
The first memory took place more than a decade ago. Mother was standing in front of me, her arms stretched out widely as if preparing to embrace me. There was even a hint of a smile on Father's usually unsmiling lips* as he stood silently in a corner, watching me as a toddler taking my first step. I fell, as expected, a couple of times, but eventually made it to Mother's arms, which wrapped around me tightly. Her lips were soft and warm against my tiny forehead. Father strode over to me, again a hint of a smile on his lips* as he patted my head awkwardly with his rough palms. The dying fifteen year old me smiled. Tears flowed down my cheeks, hot against my cold body, bringing with it a warmth that I had never felt before.
The next memory happened a few years later, after I had learned to walk. I was seven, preparing to start my first day in primary school. Mother was there with me, holding my tiny hands, walking towards a tall, red building that I was going to spend the next 6 years in. "It's going to be alright, dear." her words brought me comfort and calmed the 7 year old me down. I glanced up at her, giving Mother a wide grin. She smiled reassuringly back at me, slowly letting my hand go and watching me walk slowly towards my primary school, blending in with a hundred other children before turning back home.
The third, and last memory happened a few hours before my death. "I hate you!" I screamed at Mother, while I threw a few T-shirts and shorts into my backpack. I stormed out of the house, slamming the door in her face. Anger pulsed through my veins. I was so angry, I could not think sensibly, let alone walk properly. I did not see a van approaching me. I walked on, my fists clenched, when suddenly everything became black. A warm and sticky liquid spread around me and I opened my eyes weakly, only to sea the van speeding away, only this time, my dying self could not feel the pain. Immense anger was all I felt.
Father had left when I was only ten years old. Mother, whom I loved with all my heart, was the one who had brought me up and provided me with most of my memories. And yet, the selfish me had fought with Mother over a small matter. I hated myself for bringing this hurt to her. I did not even have the chance to tell her that I loved her and was sorry.
The memories finally left my mind, and it was then that my last breath finally left me. This is my story. The final journey of my life.
* END *
P/S: As usual, comments are hugely appreciated and I would LOVE it if you included these points in your comments:
- What you liked about my essay
- What you disliked about my essay (or least like or whatever)
- What I can do to improve my essay
- How much, on a scale of 1 to 10, you would rate me as a 1.) 'O' Level marker [or an extremely strict teacher with very high standards] and 2.) judge for this writing competition.
Yay thanks a lot (:
I'm thinking of continuing with this story. Not sure, though. To be honest, I quite like this story :p
In case you were wondering what happened to the 30 Day Challenge..... Lol I'll do it some other time instead. :x
Monday, June 28, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Day 1 — Your Best Friend
Dear friend,
No matter how many ups and downs this thing called Life presents to us, I'm glad that you're there to face them with me, to make this slope downhill less steep, and the way uphill less exhausting.
We may have disagreements sometimes, but I like the fact that we always make up after that.
I love that you always put up with my craziness, sometimes even joining along with me.
I love you for all your imperfection.
Yours sincerely,
See Miang (:
P/S: Gosh. Do. Not. Puke. Try to control your laughter please. I spent a really long time doing this. I had so many things I wanted to say, but words just weren't enough for it. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed this 'letter'. It's not written for my 'best friend', but for ALL MY FRIENDS OUT THERE. Hehe, thanks a lot friend.
No matter how many ups and downs this thing called Life presents to us, I'm glad that you're there to face them with me, to make this slope downhill less steep, and the way uphill less exhausting.
We may have disagreements sometimes, but I like the fact that we always make up after that.
I love that you always put up with my craziness, sometimes even joining along with me.
I love you for all your imperfection.
Yours sincerely,
See Miang (:
P/S: Gosh. Do. Not. Puke. Try to control your laughter please. I spent a really long time doing this. I had so many things I wanted to say, but words just weren't enough for it. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed this 'letter'. It's not written for my 'best friend', but for ALL MY FRIENDS OUT THERE. Hehe, thanks a lot friend.
Monday, June 14, 2010
The 30-Day Letter Challenge
Yay, I'm back. I was surfing Tumblr (the coolest, most awesome website, EVER.) when I chanced upon this 30-Day Letter Challenge.
Hence, I'm going to do it! FOR A MONTH. No excuses.
(:
30 Day Letter Challenge:
Day 1 — Your Best Friend
Day 2 — Your Crush
Day 3 — Your parents
Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)
Day 5 — Your dreams
Day 6 — A stranger
Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — Someone from your childhood
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad
Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23 — The last person you kissed
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror
Yay, something to do! (:
I SHOULD HAVE DONE THIS EARLIER. OH, DARN.
P/S: I got this from here. If you have a tumblr, do follow this person (: she's awesome! :D SIRIUSLY!! Hehe :P
Hence, I'm going to do it! FOR A MONTH. No excuses.
(:
30 Day Letter Challenge:
Day 1 — Your Best Friend
Day 2 — Your Crush
Day 3 — Your parents
Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)
Day 5 — Your dreams
Day 6 — A stranger
Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — Someone from your childhood
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad
Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23 — The last person you kissed
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror
Yay, something to do! (:
I SHOULD HAVE DONE THIS EARLIER. OH, DARN.
P/S: I got this from here. If you have a tumblr, do follow this person (: she's awesome! :D SIRIUSLY!! Hehe :P
Monday, April 12, 2010
help
Topic: Write about an occasion when an attempt to help led to unexpected consequences for the helper.
The scar that ran from her right cheek down to the end of her chin stood out, in contrast to her otherwise flawless, pale skin. Everytime she looked into the mirror, that particular memory would never fail to play and replay itself like a broken recorder. She remembered, with piercing clarity, what happened in the summer of two years ago, when life took a sudden downward spiral for her.
She had been at the supermarket the day it all happened. There was nobody there in the drinks section of the supermarket, save for a couple of boys who looked no more than eight. They looked to be playing hide-and-seek and it was no surprise to her that these two boys would use this section of the supermarket as their hiding place. She smiled wistfully at them while she reminisced about her past, those childhood memories that could never be replaced nor forgotten. She was immediately snapped out of her reverie when she heard a scream coming from her right.
Those shelves that seemed tall and imposing to these boys gave way when one of them accidentally knocked onto them. Rows and rows of drinks stored in different packages ranging from packets to cans to glasses-- they came tumbling down with such great force that for a few seconds, the supermarket was silent save for the crashing sounds of bottles. Cans rolled across the aisles, seeking freedom from being stuck on the shelves for too long. Just as a glass bottle started to fall out of the shelf, her instincts kicked in. Leaping forward, she shoved one of the boys aside to prevent him from getting hurt. It worked. The boy and his companion, now with the sock registered in their faces after reality kicked in, were now safe from that particular disastrous part of the section.
A group of workers stood by to assess the situation. They located the parents of the boys and cautioned the other customers to stay away from the aisle while the shards of broken glass were being cleared and the liquid from the drinks were wiped off the floor.
She emerged from the drinks section, her hand clutching her face, all the while writhing in agony. "It hurts..." she moaned, before falling to floor, lulled to a state of unconsciousness. It was chaotic all again. Some of the passers-by called for the ambulance while the rest knelt down, softly patting her shoulder, trying to get her back to her senses.
When she finally awoke, the first thing she saw were the lights, white and dimmed to prevent her eyes from hurting. Her palm flew to her bandaged face and her face crumpled. How bad was it? As her eyes finally adjusted to the surroundings, she took a look around. Rows and rows of beds were lined neatly along the walls, most of them unoccupied. A soft tapping sound was the only thing she could hear, apart from the soft coughing coming from the bed beside her. Footsteps, her mind registered. "You're finally awake. You've been unconscious for two days. How are you feeling?" the voice asked her. Too tired to even open her mouth, she nodded weakly. Two days of unconsciousness? This was really bad...
"Your face... I'm afraid there's nothing we can do about it. The scar's going to be there permanently unless you seek plastic surgery. But that, however, might not fully conceal the scar." The truth hit her like a ton of bricks, hard and cruel. It hurt, a lot.
Tears sprung to her eyes. At only 27 years of age and her face-- disfigured forever? She could hardly bring herself to believe it. Was it some sort of joke? All she had done was to save two boys from getting hurt-- and in doing that, it resulted in her being injured. Her once-beautiful face, now ruined. She could do nothing now, except to mourn about the unfairness of it all...
P/S: COMMENT! Thanks (: This is homework for school... I LOVE ENGLISH LESSONS!!! Too bad the rest of the class doesn't. Too bad for them! HAHA XD
The scar that ran from her right cheek down to the end of her chin stood out, in contrast to her otherwise flawless, pale skin. Everytime she looked into the mirror, that particular memory would never fail to play and replay itself like a broken recorder. She remembered, with piercing clarity, what happened in the summer of two years ago, when life took a sudden downward spiral for her.
She had been at the supermarket the day it all happened. There was nobody there in the drinks section of the supermarket, save for a couple of boys who looked no more than eight. They looked to be playing hide-and-seek and it was no surprise to her that these two boys would use this section of the supermarket as their hiding place. She smiled wistfully at them while she reminisced about her past, those childhood memories that could never be replaced nor forgotten. She was immediately snapped out of her reverie when she heard a scream coming from her right.
Those shelves that seemed tall and imposing to these boys gave way when one of them accidentally knocked onto them. Rows and rows of drinks stored in different packages ranging from packets to cans to glasses-- they came tumbling down with such great force that for a few seconds, the supermarket was silent save for the crashing sounds of bottles. Cans rolled across the aisles, seeking freedom from being stuck on the shelves for too long. Just as a glass bottle started to fall out of the shelf, her instincts kicked in. Leaping forward, she shoved one of the boys aside to prevent him from getting hurt. It worked. The boy and his companion, now with the sock registered in their faces after reality kicked in, were now safe from that particular disastrous part of the section.
A group of workers stood by to assess the situation. They located the parents of the boys and cautioned the other customers to stay away from the aisle while the shards of broken glass were being cleared and the liquid from the drinks were wiped off the floor.
She emerged from the drinks section, her hand clutching her face, all the while writhing in agony. "It hurts..." she moaned, before falling to floor, lulled to a state of unconsciousness. It was chaotic all again. Some of the passers-by called for the ambulance while the rest knelt down, softly patting her shoulder, trying to get her back to her senses.
When she finally awoke, the first thing she saw were the lights, white and dimmed to prevent her eyes from hurting. Her palm flew to her bandaged face and her face crumpled. How bad was it? As her eyes finally adjusted to the surroundings, she took a look around. Rows and rows of beds were lined neatly along the walls, most of them unoccupied. A soft tapping sound was the only thing she could hear, apart from the soft coughing coming from the bed beside her. Footsteps, her mind registered. "You're finally awake. You've been unconscious for two days. How are you feeling?" the voice asked her. Too tired to even open her mouth, she nodded weakly. Two days of unconsciousness? This was really bad...
"Your face... I'm afraid there's nothing we can do about it. The scar's going to be there permanently unless you seek plastic surgery. But that, however, might not fully conceal the scar." The truth hit her like a ton of bricks, hard and cruel. It hurt, a lot.
Tears sprung to her eyes. At only 27 years of age and her face-- disfigured forever? She could hardly bring herself to believe it. Was it some sort of joke? All she had done was to save two boys from getting hurt-- and in doing that, it resulted in her being injured. Her once-beautiful face, now ruined. She could do nothing now, except to mourn about the unfairness of it all...
P/S: COMMENT! Thanks (: This is homework for school... I LOVE ENGLISH LESSONS!!! Too bad the rest of the class doesn't. Too bad for them! HAHA XD
Thursday, April 8, 2010
remember that
During Chinese lesson today our teacher shared something really meaningful to us (or at least the handful of pupils who were good enough to be paying attention). She was really fed up with our attitude towards Chinese and thought something had to be done about it.
She asked us why was it that the 'O' Level (the recent one?) top scorer came from another country and why he/she managed to get such good grades despite having studied in Singapore for only a few years.
She said that nobody was born intelligent or stupid.
If one had to judge another by what they do and label themselves stupid when they feel intimidated, then we might as well give up studying altogether.
The reason why these people do well is because they know how to plan their time properly.
Everybody's given 24 hours a day, and we're all equally busy.
Besides, being busy is just an excuse to make us feel better about time lost.
In between periods we can catch up on our work and slowly, bit by bit, we'll be able to make up for the time lost from slacking.
P/S;
My short-term memory has caused some parts of it to be forgotten. SAD.
And I'm lazy to edit this post.
It's hard work trying to translate Chinese to English, you know? Especially when neither of my languages are good... Speaking of languages, READ BOOKS!!! The power of books! HEHE XD
She asked us why was it that the 'O' Level (the recent one?) top scorer came from another country and why he/she managed to get such good grades despite having studied in Singapore for only a few years.
She said that nobody was born intelligent or stupid.
If one had to judge another by what they do and label themselves stupid when they feel intimidated, then we might as well give up studying altogether.
The reason why these people do well is because they know how to plan their time properly.
Everybody's given 24 hours a day, and we're all equally busy.
Besides, being busy is just an excuse to make us feel better about time lost.
In between periods we can catch up on our work and slowly, bit by bit, we'll be able to make up for the time lost from slacking.
P/S;
My short-term memory has caused some parts of it to be forgotten. SAD.
And I'm lazy to edit this post.
It's hard work trying to translate Chinese to English, you know? Especially when neither of my languages are good... Speaking of languages, READ BOOKS!!! The power of books! HEHE XD
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
-
You heartless,
Cruel soul.
Do you really not care?
You act like you do
But you actually don't.
Humans make good actors and actresses.
They mask their real personality and as a result lose track of who they are and what they're going to be.
I'm tired.
We're all tired.
It's hard work trying to hide your real self from others.
P/S: I have something, finally. It's not good, but at least I tried. I tried, and that's what matters. I try so hard to ignore what other people say, those insensitive, stuck-up idiots who think they're always better than me when they're actually not. You get that? Stop deceiving yourself, you're not better than me. We're just different people leading different lives with different talents and flaws. You gotta accept that and live with it.
Cruel soul.
Do you really not care?
You act like you do
But you actually don't.
Humans make good actors and actresses.
They mask their real personality and as a result lose track of who they are and what they're going to be.
I'm tired.
We're all tired.
It's hard work trying to hide your real self from others.
P/S: I have something, finally. It's not good, but at least I tried. I tried, and that's what matters. I try so hard to ignore what other people say, those insensitive, stuck-up idiots who think they're always better than me when they're actually not. You get that? Stop deceiving yourself, you're not better than me. We're just different people leading different lives with different talents and flaws. You gotta accept that and live with it.
Monday, April 5, 2010
heartfelt words
I want to fast-forward time.
Fast-forward it to the December holidays next year.
I want to enjoy freedom, enjoy a truly stress-free life where I can finally read all the books I want and get a holiday job and use my pay to buy all the books that I want.
Everywhere I look,
people are studying. Cracking their heads open trying to find a solution to problems they have academically and privately.
Including me.
I have problems, problems which nobody will ever know or care. They act like they truly care and for that, I appreciate it a lot. But sometimes, it's just not enough.
Time is important, and in trying hard to achieve your goals, don't forget the people around you.
I'm taking a break from all those one-word 'essays'. I think my brain (useless brain..) isn't used to all these writing... Maybe writing's really not what I'm good at. If I'm not good at writing, then what am I good at?
Inspired by: Myself, family, friends, songs by Kelly Clarkson and Carrie Underwood.
P/S: Omg HMV has F.I.R's older albums.... I hope they are affordable... I have 4 other albums to buy (+ 2 DVD if they sell them) and it's going to cost... a bomb. *Sigh* BUT, it's still reassuring to know that HMV sells them! Oh my precious albums <3 I know my parents DEFINITELY won't allow me to purchase so many albums, but.... every now and then I have to loosen my pockets, don't I? :P
Younha rocks. She's this brilliant Kpop / Jpop singer who can hit really high notes. AND HER SINGING LIVE IS AS GOOD AS HER IN THE ALBUMS. Ahhhh! She's AWESOME. (:
Fast-forward it to the December holidays next year.
I want to enjoy freedom, enjoy a truly stress-free life where I can finally read all the books I want and get a holiday job and use my pay to buy all the books that I want.
Everywhere I look,
people are studying. Cracking their heads open trying to find a solution to problems they have academically and privately.
Including me.
I have problems, problems which nobody will ever know or care. They act like they truly care and for that, I appreciate it a lot. But sometimes, it's just not enough.
Time is important, and in trying hard to achieve your goals, don't forget the people around you.
I'm taking a break from all those one-word 'essays'. I think my brain (useless brain..) isn't used to all these writing... Maybe writing's really not what I'm good at. If I'm not good at writing, then what am I good at?
Inspired by: Myself, family, friends, songs by Kelly Clarkson and Carrie Underwood.
P/S: Omg HMV has F.I.R's older albums.... I hope they are affordable... I have 4 other albums to buy (+ 2 DVD if they sell them) and it's going to cost... a bomb. *Sigh* BUT, it's still reassuring to know that HMV sells them! Oh my precious albums <3 I know my parents DEFINITELY won't allow me to purchase so many albums, but.... every now and then I have to loosen my pockets, don't I? :P
Younha rocks. She's this brilliant Kpop / Jpop singer who can hit really high notes. AND HER SINGING LIVE IS AS GOOD AS HER IN THE ALBUMS. Ahhhh! She's AWESOME. (:
Sunday, April 4, 2010
this is just a random post: 01
I have nothing to write.
Actually, I do.
But then, I can't put it down into words.
WHICH TOTALLY SUCKS.
See, I told you I'm no good with words (I'm not good with anything...)!
I shall continue tomorrow. Hopefully I'll get a plot by then.
School does that to us.
Meanwhile, let me catch up on my sleep... *grabs a pillow and turns off the light*
Good night, people! I love tumblr! http://saygoodby-e.tumblr.com
HEH :D
Actually, I do.
But then, I can't put it down into words.
WHICH TOTALLY SUCKS.
See, I told you I'm no good with words (I'm not good with anything...)!
I shall continue tomorrow. Hopefully I'll get a plot by then.
School does that to us.
Meanwhile, let me catch up on my sleep... *grabs a pillow and turns off the light*
Good night, people! I love tumblr! http://saygoodby-e.tumblr.com
HEH :D
Saturday, April 3, 2010
age
Dust on an antique vase.
Wrinkles on the face of an elderly.
Torn and frayed edges of a piece of paper.
Memories that we gain (and sometimes forget) as time goes by.
How does it feel like to be old? You can't do anything about it, just watch yourself grow older day by day. Cells get worn out, you aren't as agile as you were a decade or two ago, you get frailer and frailer.
The wrinkles on your beautiful face are not just evidence of you being old... No, they're not. Instead, they're sure signs of how you've not given up despite all those setbacks. They're also proof that you've had much more experience than anyone else in this world.
You might appear to be fragile physically, but deep in my heart, you're just as strong as anyone else. We might not be able to run, jump, talk or do silly things as much as we did before, but at least you're still here with me, with us.
We cannot fast-forward time, neither can we slow it down. What we can do, however, is to embrace what we have right now. Treasure our life and what little time we have left to create more memories and evidence of our existence.
P/S: TOTALLY OUT OF POINT.
What the F!
F! F! F!!!!
I'd like to write more stories in verse next time. (:
I went to the library today. Next time, I'd better check out Tumblr for some book recommendations. I'm already regretting borrowing only 4 books. I JUST FOUND ONE REALLY NICE BOOK. And it was on the shelf waiting for me to borrow it. AND I DIDN'T EVEN TOUCH IT. Why?! Sigh.
Anyway, inspiration came from... SMS-ing. Ooh. Topic came from kor again. I think this is the topic... my phone keeps saying 'Inbox Full' when it obviously is not! And to think I keep falling for that trick -.- damn you, phone. I can't wait go get my SONY ERICSSON SATIO <3
Wrinkles on the face of an elderly.
Torn and frayed edges of a piece of paper.
Memories that we gain (and sometimes forget) as time goes by.
How does it feel like to be old? You can't do anything about it, just watch yourself grow older day by day. Cells get worn out, you aren't as agile as you were a decade or two ago, you get frailer and frailer.
The wrinkles on your beautiful face are not just evidence of you being old... No, they're not. Instead, they're sure signs of how you've not given up despite all those setbacks. They're also proof that you've had much more experience than anyone else in this world.
You might appear to be fragile physically, but deep in my heart, you're just as strong as anyone else. We might not be able to run, jump, talk or do silly things as much as we did before, but at least you're still here with me, with us.
We cannot fast-forward time, neither can we slow it down. What we can do, however, is to embrace what we have right now. Treasure our life and what little time we have left to create more memories and evidence of our existence.
P/S: TOTALLY OUT OF POINT.
What the F!
F! F! F!!!!
I'd like to write more stories in verse next time. (:
I went to the library today. Next time, I'd better check out Tumblr for some book recommendations. I'm already regretting borrowing only 4 books. I JUST FOUND ONE REALLY NICE BOOK. And it was on the shelf waiting for me to borrow it. AND I DIDN'T EVEN TOUCH IT. Why?! Sigh.
Anyway, inspiration came from... SMS-ing. Ooh. Topic came from kor again. I think this is the topic... my phone keeps saying 'Inbox Full' when it obviously is not! And to think I keep falling for that trick -.- damn you, phone. I can't wait go get my SONY ERICSSON SATIO <3
Friday, April 2, 2010
dilemma
She was on a train going nowhere. Millions of questions raced past her mind the speed of light, but only one of them slowed down to allow her to make the Decision.
Should she do it?
It was a hard choice to make, and she knew it. It was as if she were standing right in front of two of her favourite things in the world and she could only choose one of them.
She didn't want to think anymore. Her mind was numb and she was tired. When was this going to end? Nobody could help her anymore. In the past, there was always someone who would be there for her in times of need. Right now, she felt all alone in this world. She was well aware that there would always be someone who was stuck in a sticky situation not unlike hers. Time was ticking by and she was still stuck in the exact position as she had been before.
She sighed.
Better make the Decision now before she could change her mind or have any regrets.
"I'll do it."
P/S: LOL the last part's funny... This is a tough topic to write (for me)! But I like challenges... even though I think I've killed most of my brain cells. :/
And this writing (which cannot be classified as a story or an essay) doesn't even have a plot, for crying out loud. Like all my other works.
CREDITS~ Inspiration: Music and Tumblr! ^^
Topic: From my kor. LOL. Kor, next time give easier topic.
Should she do it?
It was a hard choice to make, and she knew it. It was as if she were standing right in front of two of her favourite things in the world and she could only choose one of them.
She didn't want to think anymore. Her mind was numb and she was tired. When was this going to end? Nobody could help her anymore. In the past, there was always someone who would be there for her in times of need. Right now, she felt all alone in this world. She was well aware that there would always be someone who was stuck in a sticky situation not unlike hers. Time was ticking by and she was still stuck in the exact position as she had been before.
She sighed.
Better make the Decision now before she could change her mind or have any regrets.
"I'll do it."
P/S: LOL the last part's funny... This is a tough topic to write (for me)! But I like challenges... even though I think I've killed most of my brain cells. :/
And this writing (which cannot be classified as a story or an essay) doesn't even have a plot, for crying out loud. Like all my other works.
CREDITS~ Inspiration: Music and Tumblr! ^^
Topic: From my kor. LOL. Kor, next time give easier topic.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
running
Adrenaline surged through his body.
His muscles burned with every step he took, but in a good way. It was as if the muscles were urging him forward, giving him encouragement even when the world he lived in seemed to be falling apart. It meant that he was still alive, and that he had yet to give up.
The familiar houses raced past him and everything was a blur as he sped up. The wind messed his hair up and brought a nice, tingling feeling to his body. He loved every moment of it, loved how it calmed him down when he was feeling tensed up.
P/S: Inspiration from today's intensive (quite) training during PE and also Chasing Brooklyn. It's half-written... because... I can't think of anything else to write... ):
His muscles burned with every step he took, but in a good way. It was as if the muscles were urging him forward, giving him encouragement even when the world he lived in seemed to be falling apart. It meant that he was still alive, and that he had yet to give up.
The familiar houses raced past him and everything was a blur as he sped up. The wind messed his hair up and brought a nice, tingling feeling to his body. He loved every moment of it, loved how it calmed him down when he was feeling tensed up.
P/S: Inspiration from today's intensive (quite) training during PE and also Chasing Brooklyn. It's half-written... because... I can't think of anything else to write... ):
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
you
You are my soul,
my heart,
my eyes,
my hands.
You feel for me,
for yourself,
for them,
for us.
You define my life,
you make life have a whole different meaning.
You make me realize how lucky I am to have you in my short but meaningful life.
You mean everything to me,
but do I mean everything to you?
You run,
and I chase after you.
You walk,
and I walk alongside you, matching our footsteps.
You speak,
and I watch your beautiful lips move as if they have a life of their own.
You dream,
and I wonder, do you ever dream of me?
Because I dream of you, every single moment of the day.
You are the key to the lock of the doors of opportunities,
And I hold it tight,
Not wanting to lose it,
Ever.
Because if I it,
I'll lose you.
And I don't ever want to lose you.
P/S: Most of my inspiration came from Chasing Brooklyn (written by Lisa Schroeder) and from Tumblr. Some quotes (all? o.o) come from myself :D LOL, okay thanks bye. I'll continue tomorrow :)
my heart,
my eyes,
my hands.
You feel for me,
for yourself,
for them,
for us.
You define my life,
you make life have a whole different meaning.
You make me realize how lucky I am to have you in my short but meaningful life.
You mean everything to me,
but do I mean everything to you?
You run,
and I chase after you.
You walk,
and I walk alongside you, matching our footsteps.
You speak,
and I watch your beautiful lips move as if they have a life of their own.
You dream,
and I wonder, do you ever dream of me?
Because I dream of you, every single moment of the day.
You are the key to the lock of the doors of opportunities,
And I hold it tight,
Not wanting to lose it,
Ever.
Because if I it,
I'll lose you.
And I don't ever want to lose you.
P/S: Most of my inspiration came from Chasing Brooklyn (written by Lisa Schroeder) and from Tumblr. Some quotes (all? o.o) come from myself :D LOL, okay thanks bye. I'll continue tomorrow :)
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
trapped
He wanted out.
Enclosed in this dark, windowless and claustrophobic room which reeked of cigarette smoke and human waste, he wondered how long he could last. Not long, he knew.
He let out a long sigh. It had already been 7 days and the food supply was running out. Fast. It did not seem as if anybody would be able to find him. He felt like he was playing a brutal game of hide-and-seek. Either you be found and continue finding the others who had been trapped in other places, or die. He hoped fervently that the latter wouldn't happen to him, but now it seemed as if hope was playing hide-and-seek with him too, appearing at all the wrong places. Sometimes, like now, not appearing at all.
"Let me out!" He shouted hoarsely whilst pounding on the metal door, until, finally, all the energy drained away from him. He slumped down the dirty wall, all the remnants of the hope and energy he once had scattered around the tiny room, filling in the cracks of the floor, finally gone from his world...
P/S: There's something weird about the sentence structure. Will edit it when I'm free. (:
Enclosed in this dark, windowless and claustrophobic room which reeked of cigarette smoke and human waste, he wondered how long he could last. Not long, he knew.
He let out a long sigh. It had already been 7 days and the food supply was running out. Fast. It did not seem as if anybody would be able to find him. He felt like he was playing a brutal game of hide-and-seek. Either you be found and continue finding the others who had been trapped in other places, or die. He hoped fervently that the latter wouldn't happen to him, but now it seemed as if hope was playing hide-and-seek with him too, appearing at all the wrong places. Sometimes, like now, not appearing at all.
"Let me out!" He shouted hoarsely whilst pounding on the metal door, until, finally, all the energy drained away from him. He slumped down the dirty wall, all the remnants of the hope and energy he once had scattered around the tiny room, filling in the cracks of the floor, finally gone from his world...
P/S: There's something weird about the sentence structure. Will edit it when I'm free. (:
Monday, March 29, 2010
regrets
Sometimes, you really hate yourself for the decisions that you've made.
It's like a promise made but not kept- you hate yourself so much for not keeping to it, but at the same time you know it's hard to follow with it...
You just want to run away, run away from these problems. Escaping might not be the best solution, but sometimes it's the only option available to you.
And so, you run.
You run like the wind. So fast that people can't seem to be able to catch up with you, so sudden that they might not realise that you've even come and gone. You stop to catch your breath. Sweat trickles down the sides of your forehead, down to your neck and onto your back. Your black T-shirt is damp from all that running. And yet, you don't seem to notice.
You've regretted all your life.
So you're not going to regret again, never again. You will not pause to ponder at things that once seemed to mean a lot to you. No, you don't. You cared, but in the end, nobody appreciated it. That was your first regret, helping people who didn't deserve your care and concern. The next regret came years later. Your best friend just turned your back on you. You did nothing wrong. You regret not asking her what her problem was, and now it's all too late... everyone has turned their back on you, thinking that you've changed, when you have not.
You regret.
You want to stop regretting, but you can't. Because regret is a vicious cycle. It is a monster which turns up at the most unexpected of moments.
It is here again.
You continue running...
Running...
Running...
It's like a promise made but not kept- you hate yourself so much for not keeping to it, but at the same time you know it's hard to follow with it...
You just want to run away, run away from these problems. Escaping might not be the best solution, but sometimes it's the only option available to you.
And so, you run.
You run like the wind. So fast that people can't seem to be able to catch up with you, so sudden that they might not realise that you've even come and gone. You stop to catch your breath. Sweat trickles down the sides of your forehead, down to your neck and onto your back. Your black T-shirt is damp from all that running. And yet, you don't seem to notice.
You've regretted all your life.
So you're not going to regret again, never again. You will not pause to ponder at things that once seemed to mean a lot to you. No, you don't. You cared, but in the end, nobody appreciated it. That was your first regret, helping people who didn't deserve your care and concern. The next regret came years later. Your best friend just turned your back on you. You did nothing wrong. You regret not asking her what her problem was, and now it's all too late... everyone has turned their back on you, thinking that you've changed, when you have not.
You regret.
You want to stop regretting, but you can't. Because regret is a vicious cycle. It is a monster which turns up at the most unexpected of moments.
It is here again.
You continue running...
Running...
Running...
Sunday, March 28, 2010
remembering
She finally remembered.
Those times spent lying face up on the grass in the meadow, looking up at the sky together with him. They would breathe in the deep scent of the flowers and watch those beautiful butterflies flutter past them, not having a care for anything else in the world. How she missed those times. Now that he was gone, these times would become just a memory that was etched deep into her mind and nothing else. She missed him. So much, in fact, that as she now stood in front of the mirror, she wept. This pain she was feeling was much more worse than having a thousand knives being stabbed into her. She hated looking at herself in the mirror. Sunken cheeks, bloodshot eyes, oily hair that hung like a curtain, obscuring her soul from the outside world.
She remembered.
And she hated it.
Those times spent lying face up on the grass in the meadow, looking up at the sky together with him. They would breathe in the deep scent of the flowers and watch those beautiful butterflies flutter past them, not having a care for anything else in the world. How she missed those times. Now that he was gone, these times would become just a memory that was etched deep into her mind and nothing else. She missed him. So much, in fact, that as she now stood in front of the mirror, she wept. This pain she was feeling was much more worse than having a thousand knives being stabbed into her. She hated looking at herself in the mirror. Sunken cheeks, bloodshot eyes, oily hair that hung like a curtain, obscuring her soul from the outside world.
She remembered.
And she hated it.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
fate
It was this thing called fate that brought them together. Without it, they'd probably just be strangers passing by on a crowded street, unaware that they were really meant for each other, unaware that even the strongest hurricane would not be able to tear them apart...
Now, as they stood looking into each others' eyes, they could see their past in it. The laughter, the tears, those lovely days they had together... they were all reflected in their eyes. Even then, as they knew that they did not have many years ahead of them, it was perfectly clear that no matter what happened, they would still be in each others' minds...
Now, as they stood looking into each others' eyes, they could see their past in it. The laughter, the tears, those lovely days they had together... they were all reflected in their eyes. Even then, as they knew that they did not have many years ahead of them, it was perfectly clear that no matter what happened, they would still be in each others' minds...
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