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Title: Jy's essay over here!
Sunday, April 25, 2010
"I had learnt my lesson", I sobbed.
It had been two years since the incident had happened. I was still in Primary 6. I was very rebellious and never likes to heed others' advice. In school I had a bad reputation for I would always skip school or get called into the Principal's office. No one like to be my friend or even sit right beside me. For Terry though, it was the exception.
We usually hang out together, get into all sorts of fights and trouble. In fact, Terry had a bad temper. There was once he was boiling with rage. He hit the fence and the gate shuddered and groaned. However, both of us have never fight before. Hence, we were as close as brothers.
There was once, at the back of the alley, we ran into a bunch of gangsters. They glared at us, as though we owed them our lives. At that moment, Terry was mumbling, " Don't stare at them, we won't want to trifle with them". Upon hearing his words, I felt that I was in no wrong and we need not fear the gangsters. Instead of heeding Terry's advice, I continued having "eye contact".
Shortly after, the gangsters flared up. One of them turned red with fury and roared, " What are you staring at? Are you asking for a fight!"
All of a sudden, Terry stepped out and retorted, "You are the one who glared at us in the first place!" The gangsters were exasperated, they smashed glass bottles on the floor and approached us menacingly. We started a fight yet again. With bruises and cutes all over , we continued the fight. Out of the blue, one of them picked up shattered glass pieces and pierced through Terry's chest and blood started flowing out profusely. For a split second, I stood rooted to the ground, paralyzed.
The gangsters saw the very scene too and scrambled out of sight. While Terry was in great pain, I was powerless and frantic with fear. Immediately, I fished out my mobile phone and punched the numbers frantically. It was then that the paramedics arrived and bundled us off to the hospital.
At the hospital, my pulse raced as I waited for the doctor 's prognosis. The next second, the doctor came out of the operation room. He sighed and shook his head with dismayed. No words could express my agony. I knew that Terry had left me for good. Due to our immature behavior, I had lost my 'brother'. I had learnt my lesson the hard way.
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Title: Haziq's Essay. (29)
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Hello people. Today, I am going to share my essay with you. The question is: Write about a time when you learn a lesson the hard way.

Edited Draft.

Looking at the result slip in hand, I was disheartened. It was my results for the General Cambridge Examination Ordinary Level or GCE 'O' Level for short. It was devastating to me. My dreams of going into either Junior College or Polytechnic were completely dashed. Worst still, my dreams of making my parents proud were also dashed. Feeling depressed, I looked back at where I went wrong and what I should have not have done.

I tried to recall the time whereby there were two months left before I will be taking my most important examination of my life. Even so, I still fooled around in class and even played computer games till midnight. During classes, I would sleep and not listen to what the teacher is teaching. Whenever my mother saw me on my computer, playing games, she would be infuriated.

"Why are you still on your computer? There is only two months left before your 'O' Levels and you are still on your computer!" she shouted. Even after what she said, i would completely ignore her and continue playing with my game. The next few weeks pass by in a blink of an eye with me infrequently studying. Even if I did study, it would only last an hour and a half at most.

I was left with two weeks before the GCE 'O' Levels started did I realise that I had a myriad of topics to revise. Only then did I snap out of my world and into reality; the most important examination ever will be in two weeks' time. Realising this, I decided to study for the next two weeks.

The next two weeks was the most torturing two weeks of my life.that I had ever experienced. Sleeping at three in the morning and doing revision every night was downright torturous. However by doing so, I only managed to cover a third of the topics. The only thing in m mind was regret.

"I told you to stop playing these computer games and start studying did I not?" complained my mother.

Soon enough, my 'O' Levels came and with every paper that I did, the feeling of guilt within me became stronger/ Even after my 'O' Levels, I had a heavy heart as I felt worried of my results.

I snapped out of my reverie and a drop of tear dropped on to my results. It was the worst feeling that I have felt so far. I had to face the music due to my fatuous behaviour. In the end, i knew that I had learnt my lesson the hard way.

That is my essay. I am not sure whether the edits I made are correct. Do tell me if you want the original essay. If you have any comments, do leave them at the tagboard here. =D

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Title: Iskandar's Essay (28)
Friday, April 23, 2010
Hey guys! Unlike the two girls below, I greet my fellow classmates before blogging :D
However, my essay compared to them, is like a pieces of scrap metal. Anyways "enjoy" XD

Write about a time when you learn a lesson the hard way.


Unedited draft

The sun shone its rays of light and it signalled the start of a brand new day. It was Monday and I was late for work for second time! Ignoring speed limits, I sped on the highway. Not long later, I reached my destination. I dashed towards my desk. When I arrived, my heart stopped pounding immediately. On my seat was a man with fluffy, white magnolia hair with a sharp suit fixed onto his body; it was my boss."Listen, this is your second consecutive time for being late ever since I gave you this job," he said

"I know. I aplogize for my actions." I told him " Nevermind about that. Now, how's the task coming along? You do know that your competition for the promotion is performing just as well as you?" he clarified " It is going will sir. I won't let you down at the conference next week. You can count on it." I said assuredly.

The next day, punctuality was my number one priority. I sat on my desk and started working on my designs for the cover of the magazine. My competitior, Earl, sat not too far away. He glared at me with his devilish little eyes whenever our eyes came into contact. Both of us never really sat on the same page. Earl would savage and opportunities that has have been bestowed upon me. For instance, he got a raise for taking initiative for designing the previous issue of our magazine when it was supposedly my to turn to design. To test us, my boss had given both of us the opportunity to showcase our talent at the corporate meeting the following week.

Time flew by and there was only one day left. As I entered the office, I herd somebody throwing tantrum. It was Earl! All of us swarmed to see what had happened. " You fool! Can't you handle a coffee mug properly? Look at what you've done!" I peeked over the crowd of people and saw Earl's project stained by coffee. I gave a snickering smirk to Earl. I knew I had won. Like a gust of wind, time ticked away. I had yet to complete my project. Earl and I sat and worked on our projects till dusk. Soon, my master piece was completed. On the other hand, Earl had miles to go. " Hey Earl . Close up the place. I am leaving. I trust you are sensible enough not to copy my work right?"

On the following day, it was game time. I rushed to the office, claimed my project from my trusting assistant and headed towards the conference.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen, first we have Earl to showcase his magnificent masterpiece. Earl, please" our boss said. Earl stood up and displayed his project. I was astounded by what I saw. It was my workpiece. Earl forged my ideas when I had left yesterday. "You stole my idea!" I jolted out of anger. I rushed up and gave him a punch on his face. Before I knew it, I was fired. From that day on, I knew I should have not been too trustworthy of others.

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Title: Doelle's Essay. 21/30.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Edited draft.
Write about a time when you learnt a lesson the hard way.

Walking along a path where the wind was blowing gently and steadily, the outline of the setting sun blended with the flaming red. Today was mother's death anniversary. Mother had passed away exactly five years ago, and akin to drama series, accidents are always somehow related to their child - me.

That year, I was sixteen. If you ask around how do teenagers of my age act like, their answer will be " striving hard for their major exam " . That does not include me. Every night, I leave house when the sun set below the horizon. Under my apartment, my " friends " and I would disturb the neighbours by knocking on the door and hiding at a corner, giggling upon the reaction of the miffed neighbours. My daily routine was always the same, where I would return home reeking of alcohol, and the thunderous reactions I would get when my mother noticed my presence in the house.

But that day was different. I took a step further into my wrong actions. What would be the worst thing that somebody could consume? Drugs. I guess God had enough of my fatuous actions. As soon as i put that pill into my mouth, the police came. My instincts urged me to run, as fast and as far as I could. As quickly as lightning, I hid at a corner of another block of flats. Hearing the footsteps of the officers, I trembled with fear. That was when somebody with familiar features ambled past me.

" Son, why are you here? Who are you hiding from? Wait. Were you with those under our flat? " I held my breath as I heard the sound of several footsteps approach.

I was still found. But this time round, instincts told me to break free and run away. I pushed the crowd aside and tried to break free. I did. I could have dodged the unwarranted punishment, but what came later was a life-time's sorrow. I saw mother roll down the flight of stairs, I did not know what I could have done. The police officer sprinted down the stairs, reaching out for her. But she landed with a loud thud. Tears came streaming down my cheeks as i walked towards the crowd.

" Please...... Please let my son off. He is only sixteen... " Mother mumbled to the police officer as she held on to his sleeve tightly. We all stood like statues, not daring to move even an inch. Time seemed to have stood still. The silence was unnerving. The policeman nodded his head slightly, giving my mother a sense of assurance. Her hands dropped from his sleeve and left with a smile on her face. At the very last second of her life, she used all her remaining strength to look at me, her face showed that she has alot of unspoken words, but she did not have the chance to now.

" Thank you. " She whispered wth gratitude after that, to the police officer, who leaned back with a sigh as a bitter smile lingered on his face.

No words could explain my agony. I fell to my kness moaning in sorrow. That was the end. Extremely devastated, I took a last look at mother.

The moon disappeared as quickly as it had came. It had been five long years. Till now, I regretted my willful act that took mother away. If I had long listened to her, all those naggings that she gave, she would still be here with me now. The reverie faded, but mother's memories and words will always stay with me. I vowed to not learn any lessons the hard way anymore. Mother, I love you.
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Title: Pearlina Sim's essay (12)
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
I had always believed that discreton is the better part of valor, as an ounce of discretion is worth a pound of wit. Being cautious is my second nature and I consider every possible outcomes deeply before making any decisions. My friends call me 'the thinker'. However, I have never thought i would doubt myself for anything at all.

I was the captain at my school's basketball team, and i have won many matches throughout my secondary school life. I planned strategies for the team carefully, and made sure no members let the cat of out the bag to allow risks of counter strategies from our opposing teams. Throughout the years, despite several defeated matches, I believe experience is the best teacher. I looked at the bright side of everything and made hay while the sun was up during competitions.

It was cold and wet with a brisk wind sweeping the rain across the land right before out international tournament. I had a bad omen that something would happen because of my twitching eyelids. The next day, confidence engulfed me when my team and i reached the stadium filled with colourful jerseys. But as time flies, my pulse raced as i scanned through the stadium, observing our competitors compete against one another. Little did i realise that my shallow plans were mere fundamentals that most teams would know, and have already come up with a better idea. I felt a shiver run down my spine. Our turn was only fifteen minutes away! I did not want to lose as it would affect my reputation as a captain. I was careless!

Perhaps with all the winning matches that i had have made my ego stronger, neglecting the fact that i was not the best out of the best. I did not want to inform my teammates as i fear it would affect their performance. Panic engulfed me. I was powerless and frantic. I had to come up with plan B fast! My mind was swirling, sweat covered me even before the match had begun.

Luckily, our coach came to me as he saw through my worries with his sharp observations. We came up with another strategy immediately, however, i had my reservations still. I had almost wanted to give up. There was give minutes left, I realised i could not stay like this anymore. I stood up, gathered the team and discussed with them. Although still feeling inferior, we went up to compete wholeheartedly. The game begun as the whistle was blown by the referee. I was still unsure and nervous throughout. Ten minutes passed, the opposing team had scored three. Every supporters had great disappointing expressions.

I knew i could not stay this way any longer. The team needed me. I had to be stable and confident with myself. I took in deep breathes while cheers echoed the stadium. Finally, i turned to the coach. He nodded his head signalling we could do it. Within split seconds, the opponent scored again. Strength came to me, for the school's pride continuous medals, I had to put emotions aside and play on seriously. I did it.

For the next twenty minutes, out team caught up with them. At the end of the game, we scored a ball more. It was a close shave. I had learn not to doubt myself anymore, as it almost robbed me of sweet success.
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Title: Revamped!
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Good evening class!

I have re"decorated" the class blog. Personally i do not like navigating blogs, i find it troublesome and inappropriate, therefore i did not make it that way. Please comment if you have any suggestions, i am out of ideas!

Meanwhile, contact me for the email & password to post your essays here.
(P/S Pls always check if the time of your post is correct under "Post Options" as it may be wrong.)

Email: Pearlina_sim@hotmail.com

xoxo
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