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

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

-

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.

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. (:

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

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

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.

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... ):