Monday, 24 December 2012

Essay #4

Assalamualaikum J

Write a story starting with “ I was shocked to hear that.........”

                I was shocked to hear that Tiggy was dead for almost six months.

“ Hello? Are you still there?...” Ignoring the zookeeper’s voice, I ran out of my room, banging the door with anger.

“ Mom!”, I shouted. “ Mom, where are you?!” I screamed at the top of my lung, feeling the blood rushing through my vein. I was boiling with fury.

“ Yes, sweetheart?”, Mom’s sweet voice could no longer ease me.

“ Why didn’t you tell me that Tiggy was already dead? Why Mom?!”

I saw her face grew ashen. Mom paused for a second, conducting sentences in her brain, trying hard not to raise my anger. Then she explained that I was facing my examination when Tiggy died of infection. ‘ What?! Oh come on! Exams were never an excuse!’ I thought.

I escaped her embrace, stomping my way to my favourite fake tree house. Tiggy was no longer alive. She was just a tiger, but she meant a lot to me. When I needed a shoulder to cry on, she pat my back with her paws, knowing that she could not offer me her shoulder. When I injured myself, she sniffed my wound with her wet nose and licked it with her pink tongue, hoping to give an antiseptic effect. After 8 years of friendship, why did she has to go? I had other friends. Friend that did not have the slightest meaning of what friendship were about. But why Tiggy?

As I was questioning the fate of life, Mom came. Without a word, she hugged me. Without a word, she burst into tears. After five minutes of sobbing, her voice spoke out.

 “Baby, please don’t cry. I loved Tiggy as much as you do. I raised her! And I know I had to be strong for you, but I can’t. I’m sorry. I need you to know that I missed Tiggy as much as you do. I’m sorry, Ashley.”

I was stunned. Mom never cried in front of me. I saw her crying once in the kitchen when Dad passed away, but she denied it. Just something got into her eyes, she said. Heh. Typical. But now, I saw her weak side. Mom too, could no longer bear the pain of losing, again, alone.

We started our kiss and tell. Mom never told me anything about Dad but now, she was trying to let it all out. Mom said that Dad was working on land and that land was a very frightening world to live in. My brain started imagining what it would be like, living on The Cursed World. I had never set foot on the land. I was born underwater, in a utopian city mankind had built after the Earth’s crisis. Global warming and wars had turned the earth into a battle field. She continued that Dad was working for the army, and got killed when a bomb by the enemy exploded. I listened carefully as Mom recalled her moment of pain.
Holding back her tears, she continued telling me stories. When  she heard that Dad was no longer alive, she fainted. I was still in her womb at that time, waiting another month to see the world. When I was born, she named me Ashley Gir, after the Gir Forest National Park where Dad spent his last moment. A year later, she  adopted Tiggy. Working as a veterinar, it was not hard for her. The procedure was easy as the Safari no longer exist and the animals needed shelters. Mom lived her life as a single mother, trying to raise us two and giving the best she could for Tiggy and my growing years. Yet, she regretted nothing. She knew Dad loved tigers and were happy with her decision.

I grew up with Tiggy. We were like real sisters except for the fact that she was a tiger and I am a human being. But that did not stop us from always being with each others. Of course there were mean whispers, saying that I was a weird girl. ‘Animals are pets, not friends’, they said. But they did not have an idea of what being friends with Tiggy felt like. Tiggy was better than those sassy girls in school. In fact, she was a good listener, although she did not have the ability to give advice. Even Mom agreed with me.

After our long talk, we looked at each other and smiled. Tiggy was no longer here in this house but deep inside, we believed that she was still looking at us. Mom told me that after an animal died, she would be our guardian. Now, Tiggy would be MY guardian. Having the thought of that, I felt safe. I knew that all the places in the underwater world would be a haven, with Tiggy’s spirit protecting me. I love you, Tiggy. We all do.

p/s : Tiggy, if you were reading this from above, I was not crying. I was sweating, through my eyes.

essay about an unusual relationship with an animal.
well, this is for my midyear exam but I had the idea since a month before that, i guess?
listen, umm
 just go beyond your wildest imagination when writing okay?
kot =.='

Happy reading and have a nice night?

Happy Reading And Have A Nice Day ^^

Tuesday, 18 December 2012

essay #3

Assalamualaikum J

Write an essay about the meaning of beauty

                I stared at the sky, feeling empty. For these past two days, no azure sky could be seen, only dark, gloomy colour with its matching cloud as if they too, had felt the same way that we did. Today, standing on a graveyard, I could not stop my tears from running down my cheek. I kept wondering whether I was dreaming but my instinct told me the opposite. I had never thought that one day I would be losing Adam. I had never thought that I would be at his funeral.

                I remembered the first time I met him. It was June the third, and I was crying like a little girl at teh corridor. It was my first day at a new school and everything seemed harsh for a spoilt girl like me. Born with a silver spoon in my mouth, I had never been to a school, let alone  an ordinary one! I had tutors from across the country teaching me at my family’s mansion before. Can you imagine, I was bullied on the very fisrt moment I stepped in the school compound? Already missing home, I tried to call Papa and Mama but there was no answer from both of them. So I continued weeping until “snap!”. Someone was taking a picture of me, crying! It was Adam.

                He sat right next to me and started asking why I was crying. I told him everything and he said five words which I still remember until now, “Don’t worry. I’m right here”. For a minute, I felt so secure with him. Later on he showed me the picture he had just took and I scolded him because I thought it was ugly. Confidently he said, “No, it’s not. It’s beautiful.” And then he smiled. He told me that everything in this world is beautiful once you open your mind to things around you. And since then we became bosom friends. He accepted me for who I was the same went for me. 

                Born and raised in a wealthy family, I had never been taught to appreciate little things that made life beautiful. As for me, the meaning of beauty stands for Versace dresses, Louis Vuitton handbag and places which cost a lot of money to go there. I had always thought that beauty had to come with a price until one day Adam snapped at me. It was prom night and I was wearing a designer’s dress with an expensive handmade corsage. Feeling flawless, I joined the other pretty girls and started our kiss and tell. We judged other girls’ cheap dresses and if they were unlucky, some of the mean girls will make fun of them. Out of the blue, Adam came to me and said, “The girl you had just made fun of is an orphan. She had to work after school just to get some money for that dress. Unlike you, she didn’t have much but she’s way better than you and your snobbish friend. And oh by the way, I like her dress more than yours..”. Then he left with an angry face.

                I was stunned. How could he tell me such thing? I was just having fun. But as I sat on the bleachers outside the gymnasium, I realised something. I realised that all this time Adam was trying to show me what beauty is all about. He tried to open my eyes and mind. That was the reason why he had lost his temper, because I still underestimated other people without knowing their circumstances. I still have not learnt what beauty is. After half an hour of silence, I went to look for Adam. He was at the garden, taking pictures of flowers at night. I recalled he once told me that “ You can find beauty even in the darkest condition”. That was his passion. Beauty and photography. He always wanted to show the world the beauty that he saw so he thought taking pictures of them is the best way.
                I walked closer and poked his shoulder. He startled  a bit and continued what he was doing after seeing me. I giggled at first but realising he was still angry, I apologised. And it was awkward because I had always been the type that was not easy to seek for forgiveness. He knew about this and I sensed that he was surprised by my words of apology. Then he turned around and smiled.

                “ I forgive you,” he said. “ But promise me not to look down at others again.”

                I agreed and smiled back. That was when I noticed I had changed. I had changed to a better me.

                One day he showed me a picture of a Myanmar girl, smiling in the rain. I told him that it was beautiful. He told me that it had not rained for almost one year when the picture was taken. The people of the Myanmar village had to drink and take water from untrusted sources. And he told me that in the picture, it was the first rain after one year. He also told me that the girl’s brother had died the day before the picture was taken due to infection. Suddenly I no longer saw rain drop and smile, I only saw tears and sorrow on the girl’s face. Adam told me, that was beauty in another way.

                Growing up with Adam, I realised he saw beauty in everything and most importantly, he had taught me the meaning of beauty.  

Ahh. This is for my TOV, 2012. And I kinda like wait no, LOVE this essay
sebab hee macam matured je kan?
And ingat lagi bumped into Madam Azimah at anjung multaqa pastu she said
“ I almost cry reading your essay...”
(Which mean essay aku tu bagussssss owyeahh)
Pastu aku pon jawab la, no it was awful takde letak lots of idiom whatsoever
(Sungguh masa ni low level of confident lagi)
That was actually what I thought about a good essay.
Turns out I was WRONG! =.=’
Madam cakap a good essay tak depends on idioms and expression semata,
Tapi depends on the plot, the storyline, the mood of the essay.
So yeah, since then I pretty much gain confident bits by bits,
That maybe I am a good writer after all bwahhaha perasannnn
Rome was not built in one day, right?
Kena terus usaha!

You see how much your words mean to another person even bila kau rasa apa yang kau cakap tu biasa2 je?
So think before you talk.

 Happy reading and have  a nice day J

Happy Reading And Have A Nice Day ^^

essay #2

Assalamualaikum J

Start your essay with “ I saw a light suddenly appear......”

                I saw a light suddenly appeared right in front of us and crashed into our backyard. My sister, Brianna just smiled and said, “Hurry up! That’s your call....” then I realised I was still viewing the glittering skies through the window sill. I rushed downstairs and shouted, “Mom, Adam’s here! I’m gonna be back late. He comes only once  a year!”. Mom was already waiting for me at the bottom of the staircase. Almost tripping, I grinned and kissed her goodbye. Enthusiastic more than ever, I tweaked the wooden doorknob. There! Standing right in front of me, a figure I had been waiting for what seemed like forever. ‘He’s getting taller’, I thought. And I smiled.

                I still remembered the first time I met Adam. I was staring at the azure sky, barely able to see because tears were covering my sight. I just got dumped by a total jerk! He brought me to the beach, told me that we were through and left me crying pathetically. I should have known we would ended up this way, he was never a good boyfriend. Who am I kidding? He is the richest guy in town and I am just a typical girl next door. It was lucky enough he asked me out. I was about to drown myself when suddenly I saw a dot in the sky getting bigger. It was a UFO! I blinked my eyes twice  and pinched myself hard. Ouch! I was not dreaming!

                Before I could do anything, I watched in astonishment as the object crashed before my very eyes. My heart was pounding, adrenaline running fast. But my curiosity was beyond my fear. Reluctantly, I neared the spaceship. Out of the blue, a grey door opened and  a creature leapt out of the badly damaged flying object.

                “ Ah, hello there earthling! Can I be your friend?”

                My jaw dropped. Wait! ‘Aren’t aliens supposed to be green in colour with an antena on their head and a take-me-to-your-leader punchline? This is just to weird’ I thought. He was just like an ordinary human being!

                “ My name’s Adam. What’s yours? And why do you look so miserable?”

                The talkative alien spoke again. I told him my name and said that a boy just broke my fragile heart. He symphatised with me and told me he had a brilliant idea. First, he told me to buy a dozen of egg and a roll of toilet paper. So I took him to the grocery store and we shopped for half an hour. He even bought an ice-cream because he said he never tasted the ‘cold colourful yummy-looking thing’ before. Then I brought him home.

                Mom was surprised when I brought an outsider to our resident. I told her everything and begged so that she allowed Adam to leave after two days. Finally, she compromised. In my room, I served him nachos. To my surprise, he used his small device to enlarge our nachos. It was fun, to eat that scrumptious enormous food between just the two of us. We giggled and had tonnes of fun in my room that evening.    

                Later that night, he woke me up at 2 o’clock in the morning and ordered me to follow him. He brought me to his spaceship which he had already fixed. I got in and he started the engine. At first, it felt like the earth was shaking and then our journey was smooth. When we were floating above my house, he asked me about my ex-boyfriend’s house. I pointed out to the yellow mansion. He drove us exactly to the asphalt in front of my ex-boyfriend’s porch and handed me the egg we had bought earlier. We were going to egg the house! I had never done such thing in my entire life! Adam told me not to be afraid so I did not. My first shot landed on the front door. I stood bolt upright as I feared I had woke someone up. But there was only the wind whistling, not a single sound from inside the house. Adam and I kept on egging the house until all twelve eggs had safely launched its revenge. Adam then asked me to get on the spaceship.

                He took us right above the house and gave me the toilet roll we had. We spread the toilet roll all over my ex-boyfriend’s house while singing “ It’s alright, it’s okay” by Ashley Tisdale. After finishing the last touch, we stared in disbelievement at the mischiveous masterpiece we had created. It was the best vendetta ever! Exhausted, we headed back to my home at 3.30 a.m. after Adam parked his spaceship in my backyard. But with all the exciting feeling I felt tingling inside, I could not sleep. So I asked Adam all about him and his planet.

                He told me that his real name was Prince Adam Clavica, the only son in his family. Born as blue blood, he had no fun during his childhood as he had to follow all the protocol. Recently, he overheard his father talking to the minister about marrying him to a pretty alien girl.  

                “ No way I’m getting married, I’m just twenty-one!” and he laughed. He laughed so hard, he could wake the entire neighbourhood. He continued his story after catching his breath. He said that when all the guards had fallen asleep, he secretly sneaked out of his castle with his soldier’s spaceship. Without a precise destination, he drove through the galaxy until he ran out of gas and crashed in front of me. I must have been really tired because that was all my head could digest because I woke up that morning feeling dizzy.

                But Adam was already gone! I searched high and low but there were no sign of him. At last, I found a note stuck to the fridge. He said that he had to rush home because his mother had fallen ill. But the good news was the wedding was cancelled. There was a note at the bottom of the sheet, saying he would come back someday.

                I did not expect much but to my surprise, he did keep his promise. Every year during summer, he would visit me just like he is now and we would have a great time together. No one at school knew about my secret of having an alien friend except for Betsy. Sometimes, Betsy joined us when she was not going to summer camp. No doubt Adam is my best, weird, friend ever!

This is an essay that I wrote for my final exam in Form Four. Hee.
Quite immature, yes. But it’s a typical essay an Ain Nawwar would wrote. Heh.
What do you expect? I’m a ten years old stuck in a Teslian-to-be body#grin#
Tapi, agak tak logik.
Kau jumpa stranger then kau terus bawak balik rumah?
Haihh. Ni la sebabnya jenayah berleluasa sekarang.
Mudah sangat percaya outsider. ;)
And duh, Adam tu putera raja kot.
Takkan la takde guards waktu malam?
If so, senang la negara musuh nak serang, nak kidnap raja tu ke.

Be logical be logical.

Happy reading and have a nice day! J

Happy Reading And Have A Nice Day ^^