Transience

I liked this one, and the same title came up for SPM: Mid-Year exam 2009 Beauty I felt the light fingers gingerly unwrap the bandage around my eyes. “Why is it taking so long?” I thought to myself. “If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you exactly?” The nurse asked. What a way to strike a conversation with a woman, huh? Okay, I was just seventeen, but I hope she didn’t notice that. I was too ashamed to answer. People judge others by their looks, so, many speculations and preconceived perceptions arouse regarding their age. Some might regard me too old for my age, while others find me too young. Despite the contrast, it can still be concluded that I don’t act my age, based on how I looked. The nurse sighed with my lack of response, but continued her effort to carry a conversation. “How did you get into this mess? Was it an accident?” Was it an accident? It was a long story. Should I tell her? What business does she have to know my so-called private life? ...

I wasn't very proud of this one. It was long and dragging and without purpose, and I ended it abruptly because I ran out of time: Mid Year Exam 2008 Secrets Cassandra Von Tempest looked up into the ashen sky, blanketed with sheets of grey cumulonimbus clouds. Thunder rolled. It was beginning to rain in Hazelnut Avenue. The tall, raven haired girl picked up her bags in a rush and scrambled to the doorstep of the dilapidated house. “Hello?” Cassandra called out, hoping to hear a response. “Hello?” She looked around. “Hello? Is anybody home?” “Yes, dear!” An elderly woman with snow white hair greeted her with a wrinkled smile. “Cassandra, is that you?” “Yes…uh..grandma?" The old lady chuckled. “Grandaunt, actually. Grandma’s dead. Now, it’s just you and me.” Cassandra was a little disheartened. Was she totally alone with no other relatives other than this old woman? “Come, I’ll show you to your room.” The old woman stretched out a beckoning hand to Cass...

I'm posting my exam essays that I typed. well, there are some still with my teachers that I haven't typed, and yes, I were proud of those. I hope they don't lose it. They always lose things. :( Ujian Prestasi Ogos Classmates Ever wondered why fishes go to school? Well, I do, and until now, I still do not know the answer to that question. Hello there, I’m Kitty the pomfret. I know, it’s a funny name, but being a pomfret is a funny thing too. All fishes, in general, live and travel in schools, usually, of course, with the same kind of fish. For me, I like to mix around. It is a lot more fun to mingle with other fishes from different walks of life. I have a little circle of friends. We call each other ‘classmates’, since we cannot really classify ourselves as a school of fish because we are all not the same type of fish! The only male in the gang is Ben the Barracuda. He just moved here recently from the Indian oceans. He is very exotic, you see. He has one of ...