Thursday, November 7, 2013 • Thursday, November 07, 2013 • 0 comments
This is my spm english essay. I chose quest number 3. Tell a story about being alone.
Lol. I ain't that good. And I have grammatical errors everywhere. But this is the most I can do. At least I tried. :)
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Alone. Yes, I am one of the girl who wanders alone, eat alone, study alone at school. People often call me a nerd because I'm often seen sitting alone with my books. They don't talk to me, because they think I'm weird. But I don't mind though. People can talk about and judge me, however they wants. They don't know the real me; but I do.
It all started when I was in the kindergarten. I was a bright little kid back then. I was a little big compared to the other kids at my age. Big as in tall, not fat. I grew up too fast that I look like an 8 years old when I was 6. We all know kids, the way they behave. They always mock and compete with one another. So, I was mocked. Not only with one kid, but with all the kids in my class. No matter how I defend myself, I still lose. Because I was alone, there were so many on the other side. Fine then, mock me all you want. But guess what? They don't even want to be friends with me. Since then, I was left alone all the time. My teachers were my friends.
When I started primary school, I thought things will change. I was eager to go to school and make new friends as I wasn't able to. Sadly, most of my classmates from kindergarten went to the same school as me. They pulled away everyone I tried to be friends with. Don't say I didn't try hard; because I did. But it just don't work. They told me that I was scarily tall, unlike other normal kids. So.... I was left alone again. 4 years passed and I was still the same, being alone. Somehow I've gotten used to it. I eventually stopped trying.
I still remember when I was in standard 5. There was this new girl, her name is Lily. She transferred to my school and she was really quiet. But she was my first friend. I was sitting at the stairs , eating my lunch meal. Suddenly she came and stood in front of me. Her face looked worried, but she hid it with smile. I was startled, of course. She started talking by asking me whether I have a companion and I coldly say no. I don't know why I did that. Thank God she didn't leave. She told me she wanted to eat her meal together with me. I was undescribably happy, because that was the first time someone has ever made an effort to talk to me.
My life then has been pretty great because I had a friend, what else do I need. She told me the reason why she's quiet was because she often transferred to different schools and most students can't accept her to their 'community.' She lost her confidence to make friends until she saw me. She had been observing me being alone and she thought that I would want to be her friends. Of course I would. Not long after that, the thing I was most scared about, happened. Lily has to transfer to another town because her father's job requires them to. We were both sad, because we know after this we will have to be alone again.
A year after, I sat for UPSR and passed with flying colours. I even received an offer to a boarding school buf I thought normal daily school suits me best. I was pretty much the same physically when I entered secondary school. But I have this "I'm weird, don't talk to me" aura, so nobody dares to approach me. Time passed by, and I got way too comfortable being alone. There were some classmates who talked to me, but they weren't my friends though.
My condition get worsen when my sister, Maria introduced me to fantacies novel. Not forgetting, love and romance too. I forgot the reality everytime I read novels and that excites me. I don't have to be gloomy all day anymore because I now have tons of friends! Which are my books. I also found the advantages of not having friends around. I can avoid talking about ridiculous gossips and I could memorize well. Not to brag, but I was one of the intelligent kids in my school. I never ranked below than 5th place.
And now, I am still me. I am currently studying at the Oxford University majoring in Medicine. My life, the way it is now, millions of people would do anything to have it. I'm thankful for every single thing, everyday. I have less burden. All I care about is my family, my studies and my future carrier. I don't mind not having friends at all, because wherever I go, I have my companion with me; which is my novel.
To those people out there who share the same experience as me, if you're still worrying about it, don't be. God has a plan for each of us. Being alone is not that bad, trust me. Life is short, so live it to the fullest.
Thursday, November 7, 2013 • Thursday, November 07, 2013 • 0 comments
This is my spm english essay. I chose quest number 3. Tell a story about being alone.
Lol. I ain't that good. And I have grammatical errors everywhere. But this is the most I can do. At least I tried. :)
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Alone. Yes, I am one of the girl who wanders alone, eat alone, study alone at school. People often call me a nerd because I'm often seen sitting alone with my books. They don't talk to me, because they think I'm weird. But I don't mind though. People can talk about and judge me, however they wants. They don't know the real me; but I do.
It all started when I was in the kindergarten. I was a bright little kid back then. I was a little big compared to the other kids at my age. Big as in tall, not fat. I grew up too fast that I look like an 8 years old when I was 6. We all know kids, the way they behave. They always mock and compete with one another. So, I was mocked. Not only with one kid, but with all the kids in my class. No matter how I defend myself, I still lose. Because I was alone, there were so many on the other side. Fine then, mock me all you want. But guess what? They don't even want to be friends with me. Since then, I was left alone all the time. My teachers were my friends.
When I started primary school, I thought things will change. I was eager to go to school and make new friends as I wasn't able to. Sadly, most of my classmates from kindergarten went to the same school as me. They pulled away everyone I tried to be friends with. Don't say I didn't try hard; because I did. But it just don't work. They told me that I was scarily tall, unlike other normal kids. So.... I was left alone again. 4 years passed and I was still the same, being alone. Somehow I've gotten used to it. I eventually stopped trying.
I still remember when I was in standard 5. There was this new girl, her name is Lily. She transferred to my school and she was really quiet. But she was my first friend. I was sitting at the stairs , eating my lunch meal. Suddenly she came and stood in front of me. Her face looked worried, but she hid it with smile. I was startled, of course. She started talking by asking me whether I have a companion and I coldly say no. I don't know why I did that. Thank God she didn't leave. She told me she wanted to eat her meal together with me. I was undescribably happy, because that was the first time someone has ever made an effort to talk to me.
My life then has been pretty great because I had a friend, what else do I need. She told me the reason why she's quiet was because she often transferred to different schools and most students can't accept her to their 'community.' She lost her confidence to make friends until she saw me. She had been observing me being alone and she thought that I would want to be her friends. Of course I would. Not long after that, the thing I was most scared about, happened. Lily has to transfer to another town because her father's job requires them to. We were both sad, because we know after this we will have to be alone again.
A year after, I sat for UPSR and passed with flying colours. I even received an offer to a boarding school buf I thought normal daily school suits me best. I was pretty much the same physically when I entered secondary school. But I have this "I'm weird, don't talk to me" aura, so nobody dares to approach me. Time passed by, and I got way too comfortable being alone. There were some classmates who talked to me, but they weren't my friends though.
My condition get worsen when my sister, Maria introduced me to fantacies novel. Not forgetting, love and romance too. I forgot the reality everytime I read novels and that excites me. I don't have to be gloomy all day anymore because I now have tons of friends! Which are my books. I also found the advantages of not having friends around. I can avoid talking about ridiculous gossips and I could memorize well. Not to brag, but I was one of the intelligent kids in my school. I never ranked below than 5th place.
And now, I am still me. I am currently studying at the Oxford University majoring in Medicine. My life, the way it is now, millions of people would do anything to have it. I'm thankful for every single thing, everyday. I have less burden. All I care about is my family, my studies and my future carrier. I don't mind not having friends at all, because wherever I go, I have my companion with me; which is my novel.
To those people out there who share the same experience as me, if you're still worrying about it, don't be. God has a plan for each of us. Being alone is not that bad, trust me. Life is short, so live it to the fullest.
xoxo, The Shining Star
Being alone
Thursday, November 7, 2013 | Thursday, November 07, 2013 | 0 comments
This is my spm english essay. I chose quest number 3. Tell a story about being alone.
Lol. I ain't that good. And I have grammatical errors everywhere. But this is the most I can do. At least I tried. :)
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Alone. Yes, I am one of the girl who wanders alone, eat alone, study alone at school. People often call me a nerd because I'm often seen sitting alone with my books. They don't talk to me, because they think I'm weird. But I don't mind though. People can talk about and judge me, however they wants. They don't know the real me; but I do.
It all started when I was in the kindergarten. I was a bright little kid back then. I was a little big compared to the other kids at my age. Big as in tall, not fat. I grew up too fast that I look like an 8 years old when I was 6. We all know kids, the way they behave. They always mock and compete with one another. So, I was mocked. Not only with one kid, but with all the kids in my class. No matter how I defend myself, I still lose. Because I was alone, there were so many on the other side. Fine then, mock me all you want. But guess what? They don't even want to be friends with me. Since then, I was left alone all the time. My teachers were my friends.
When I started primary school, I thought things will change. I was eager to go to school and make new friends as I wasn't able to. Sadly, most of my classmates from kindergarten went to the same school as me. They pulled away everyone I tried to be friends with. Don't say I didn't try hard; because I did. But it just don't work. They told me that I was scarily tall, unlike other normal kids. So.... I was left alone again. 4 years passed and I was still the same, being alone. Somehow I've gotten used to it. I eventually stopped trying.
I still remember when I was in standard 5. There was this new girl, her name is Lily. She transferred to my school and she was really quiet. But she was my first friend. I was sitting at the stairs , eating my lunch meal. Suddenly she came and stood in front of me. Her face looked worried, but she hid it with smile. I was startled, of course. She started talking by asking me whether I have a companion and I coldly say no. I don't know why I did that. Thank God she didn't leave. She told me she wanted to eat her meal together with me. I was undescribably happy, because that was the first time someone has ever made an effort to talk to me.
My life then has been pretty great because I had a friend, what else do I need. She told me the reason why she's quiet was because she often transferred to different schools and most students can't accept her to their 'community.' She lost her confidence to make friends until she saw me. She had been observing me being alone and she thought that I would want to be her friends. Of course I would. Not long after that, the thing I was most scared about, happened. Lily has to transfer to another town because her father's job requires them to. We were both sad, because we know after this we will have to be alone again.
A year after, I sat for UPSR and passed with flying colours. I even received an offer to a boarding school buf I thought normal daily school suits me best. I was pretty much the same physically when I entered secondary school. But I have this "I'm weird, don't talk to me" aura, so nobody dares to approach me. Time passed by, and I got way too comfortable being alone. There were some classmates who talked to me, but they weren't my friends though.
My condition get worsen when my sister, Maria introduced me to fantacies novel. Not forgetting, love and romance too. I forgot the reality everytime I read novels and that excites me. I don't have to be gloomy all day anymore because I now have tons of friends! Which are my books. I also found the advantages of not having friends around. I can avoid talking about ridiculous gossips and I could memorize well. Not to brag, but I was one of the intelligent kids in my school. I never ranked below than 5th place.
And now, I am still me. I am currently studying at the Oxford University majoring in Medicine. My life, the way it is now, millions of people would do anything to have it. I'm thankful for every single thing, everyday. I have less burden. All I care about is my family, my studies and my future carrier. I don't mind not having friends at all, because wherever I go, I have my companion with me; which is my novel.
To those people out there who share the same experience as me, if you're still worrying about it, don't be. God has a plan for each of us. Being alone is not that bad, trust me. Life is short, so live it to the fullest.
