As a child, I hated losing. Losing was on my number one list of dislikes. Hence, in order to ensure 100 percent victory in everything, I trained to my best ability to be nothing but the best, the elite of the elites and the leader of the leaders. To me, failure was never an option, failure meant shame, disgrace and dishonor. To lose to anybody was not allowed. If you were defeated, the expected was to win and ensure that the enemy was completely destroyed If something slipped out of your grasp, the expected was to hunt it down. Even if it meant going to the ends of the earth to retrieve it.
As a child growing in a competitive world, I was trained to be a warrior. Not one in physical strength but one in which requires a higher mental ability. I was trained to be like a mangrove tree, to survive in where others failed. I was trained to be as versatile as a chameleon, to be able to change and adapt according to the situation. To summarize, I was trained to be a success because no matter how people sugar coat their words or rephrase it, the truth will not waiver and will still remain as clear as day that a failure will never gain respect.
As a child I always held my head high at my accomplishments, I managed to always attain what is mine. I have a nick name in my family called the 'Eaglet' when asked why they would reply saying that just like how an eagle does not give up once it caught sight of it's prey, when I lay my eyes on something, until it's accomplished I will definitely not back down.
Enemies? Of course I do have them. But unfortunately, I have either crushed all of them or they were to insignificant to be remembered.
However, there is one that I will admit as a worthy opponent. She has always been able to escape from my clutches and no matter how hard I try to plot and scheme in hope to overtake her, I will always find myself a few steps slower than her. It was like she was able to understand my thought pattern and time and time again she was able to pull another trick to slip away from my grasp.
She was a constant pain, often making me go through countless of sleepless nights just to catch up with her. But just like a cheetah, her uncanny speed ability would always give her the upper hand.
Our chase is just like those cartoons where a cat and a mouse are in constant dispute and pursuit - it was never ending. The ability to quickly run away from anything who try to control her makes more people desire to overpower her, but at the end of the day, all efforts will prove futile as she emerges the victor time and time again.
She's like a fugitive with the authorities closing up on her. She was always on the run. She never stop for a breath neither does she stop for a break. Perhaps it is all wired within her. This horrible personality that refused anybody to touch her much more hold her. She was always on the run. Not only from me but also from the wants of other men.
While growing up, I was always unable to stand the fact of her slipping away from me time and time again. It was infuriating and a deep blow to my ego. I can't believe that I was defeated by this lady.
But as I grew up, I realized that in life there are and will be things that will never be attained by the likes of men. Some things in life will always be on the run and will never stop for anybody to embrace them. She was an example.
After all, just like how time and tide waits for no men, she will similarly not wait for me and continue to run away.
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I will never be able to catch up with her, my precious Time. I will never be able to hold her and stop her from moving on. But now I know, it's not the time that matters but the memories left behind by it that counts. Time will always continue running away from us, but the memories will always remain within our grasp.
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Authors note:
Dk if this is considered a compo... Lolol. This isn't rlly a compo that will be marked but I saw it on one of my papers and this immediately clicked to me and I thought that it would be so totally awesome to write it. There's again no plot to this. Written within 2days
Edit: I was scared nobody could guess that what I was referring to was actually Time itself hence I added the last paragraph. ¶ 5:22 PM 0 Comments
Jealousy
This essay is written for my English exam with the given title.
Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely unintentional.
Do not distribute without my permission.
Do enjoy it :D
I could feel it tingling in the depths of my stomach. It was an irritable feeling. Usually, the sight of him would bring a smile to my face. However, right now, I desperately wanted him to disappear. Usually, the flirty smile on his face would make me blush furiously, but now, that same smile he had on his face was making me see red. Usually, his laughter was music to my ears, but right now, his jovial laugh was like a broken recorder repeating the same syllable over and over again and it was beginning to get on my nerve. More importantly, what annoyed me so greatly was the fact that she was standing so close to my man...
It all started off innocently. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining majestically in the sky-blue heavens and the trees were swaying gently to the breeze's soothing rhythm. The air was warm with a small tinge of cool, and I was happily taking advantage of that cold.
"Are you sure you're feeling cold?"
I giggled and nodded as I snuggled deeper into the embrace of my beloved. I heard him sigh as he wrapped his hands tighter around my frame.
"Do you know what day it is today?" I whispered to him, not wanting to break this hug he is giving me. He looked at me queerly and asked for the date. Slightly annoyed by his reply, I told him the date. For a moment, he paused. Suddenly, like something has finally caught up to him, dread began to flood into his face. His face became pale and his lips were parted as though he was watching a horror flick.
"What's wrong?" I inquired as I tapped his shoulder lightly but he did not snap from his fear-induced trance. Now I was getting worried - This was not in my plan. I nudged him again, this time harder and as though on cue, he jumped up and rushed to the bathroom. In a flash he was out, all ready in an elegant black suit with a tailor made black blazer.
He rushed over to my side and pulled me up and led me to the door.
"Wait! I haven't change yet!" I yelped as I tried to slow him down. It worked! He stopped, but his following action brought me great disapproval.
"Wear that black turtle neck and purple bell skirt. For your shoes, you can wear that cornflower blue pumps we bought in
"But, it doesn’t match!" I proclaimed.
"Never mind that! You are already gorgeous," with that he hurried me into the room to change. I was fuming by the time we got to the car.
'What could be so important that it can replace me?' my mind screamed as he swerved down the curving road. Finally, he puled up at a very grand looking bungalow. It was three storeys high and had walls made of a two-way mirror. It was indeed a beautiful piece of architecture. But I was still not satisfied. Knowing my husband very well, he was not the building kind of person. He got off the car and I followed in suit. He began to make his way towards the front door of the enormous building in a hurried fashion leaving me with no choice but to chase after him. However, due to those pump he made me wear, the pace turned from brisk walking to strutting.
When I entered the mansion, I could feel my blood pressure go up. He was still in contact with her! I thought he had totally cut off all relations from her after he quit his previous job and set up his own company! I was furious and green eyed as I saw my dashing husband who Is standing at 1.80 meters tall with a muscular build approaching her. His mouth was full of praises as he saw her clad in a stunning white dress.
The red thread between her and my husband could be traced all the way back into the years when my husband was six, and it took me a long time to over throw her position in my husband's heart. The feeling that I was experiencing now was not betrayal, but more of jealousy.
I was jealous. I hated how my husband sung praises to her. I was jealous of how my husband would give her the boyish grin that used to be reserved for me and me only.
As I continue to watch my husband croon over her beauty, my green eye monster turned red and now, he thing burning deep within me was anger, pure rage. I was furious.
He knew how much I hated wearing pumps, yet he still made me to. He knew today was a warm day yet, he still asked me to wear a black turtle neck. More importantly, he knew that I hated it when he dedicated all his attention to something other than me.
I am his lawful wife for five years and up to now, I still have not been able to receive so many praises from him like what she was receiving right now. My heart broke when I saw how my husband neglected me for her, and once again, I felt jealous of her.
With that, I turned around and stalked out of the house. Furious at his behavior, saddened by his actions and jealous of her. I went back into the car and turned on the stereo trying to block out the outside world.
"Oh, it seems like we have a caller. Good afternoon sir, how may I help you?" I heard the radio cackle. Suddenly, a familiar voice came on.
"Hey, I got a message for my wife. Celeste dear, it's Josh. No, I did not forget your birthday. Look outside of the window." I was shocked at the sudden words that were uttered to me by my husband via the radio. Instantly, I do as I was told. There, he was standing outside the window as how I was told looking as handsome as he was. In his hands was a present that was neatly wrapped up with a yellow wrapping paper and a bright lime green ribbon. Instantly, I rushed out of the car and stood in front of Josh as he took my hand into his.
"You did it again," he chuckled as he teased our wedding band that he placed on my ring finger at the church five years ago. The ring that we exchanged was a simple ring made from Sterling silver with a small diamond embedded in smooth silver surface reflecting any light that fell upon it. Although it was simple, it was special and bore a very great significance to me. It was a sign - a sign of our vows, our union and our love.
"I love you." He smiled as he brought me into a hug.
"More than the piano?" I tried. I was not going to give up so easily.
He laughed as he heard my reply and nodded. "More than the piano," he affirmed before planting a kiss on my forehead. "I love you more than the piano," He whispered affectionately. A small smile began blossoming across my face as I pealed myself away from him.
The jealousy that pierced my heart a moment ago was slowly ebbing away. Honestly, how stupid was I to be jealous over a piano? I am probably the most jealous woman on this planet. However, I am proud of it.
Written By: Chloé Chan
Short Author Note:
This story/essay is written with the theme of [Jealousy]. Unlike the first essay posted, [He], [Jealousy] is an exam piece for my Preliminary Exams English Paper 1 Section 1 and i got a score of 22/30 :D this is so far my highest score and i am super proud of this essay :B
This is my third essay to be published in [Facets] and truth to be told, i am looking forward in seeing the class reaction to this piece. #laughs
After my O-levels, i should take one of my classmates advice and write a story out of my 2 main characters, Josh and Celeste using this 2 essays as part of the greater story since its like a continuation :B
but, that is still just a contemplation. i'm still considering if i should do it... haha :D perhaps, i should...
BTW, this story is 99% fictional, and 1% reality.
HOPE you enjoyed reading it :D
i have just presented you [Jealousy]!
HOPE you've enjoyed it :B
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This essay is written for an assignment for English class.
Any resemblance to any person living or dead is not *intentional.
Do not distribute without my permission.
Do Enjoy it :D
He
He was handsome. Brown eye chap with a mane of tousled black hair His raven black hair was smooth and shiny, almost comparable to a girl’s. His eyes are a beautiful hazel brown color; his eyes are like the stars, twinkling and mysterious. Gorgeous was the slim nose he had and exquisite was his high cheekbones. His mouth was always in a wide smile and his chapped pale pink lip was constantly hidden behind a sheen of gloss.
He had a towering build, standing at 1.86 metres tall. His limbs were longer then typical Asian men, a normal sight for men who played basketball. His legs had a few scars. “Trophies” he would chuckle in a low pitch voice with mirth. He was always amused that whenever he was awarded the Most-Valuable Player award, he would ‘earn’ a scar. Always an item of worry, I might say. However, nevertheless, he still stood perfect in my sight.
He had a pair of large smooth hands. His fingers long and slim, just like a pianist. In fact, who would have thought that this sports loving lad would love to play the piano, an object often placed side by side with elegance and grace?
He was just like a shape shifting were wolf, holding personalities like a deck of cards and playing them when the situation is right.
On the basketball court, he was like a ferocious lion; a formidable player who was strong in defense and fierce in offense, His muscular body gave him the stamina to run without feeling desperate for breath. Contradicting all popular believes about tall players, he was as agile as a monkey, his movements were fluid like water and in no way was it viscous. In the game, he was like a figure skater, his moves were smooth and his shots were beautifully executed. His defense was parallel to a mother bear protecting her baby cubs, ferocious and merciless. His eyes were sharp like an eagle and he was as quick as a cheetah. These two qualities of his always helped the team change the possession of the ball in the blink of an eye.
On the other hand, the moment he step onto the stage of the auditorium, the serious face he had would be gone and replaced with a more relax one. He would be so relaxed that it was virtually impossible for anybody to spot a wrinkle on his face. When he sat on the bench, the atmosphere would instantly change. Everybody would quieten down and seat expectantly. Only when he felt that he was in the right mood would he then lifts his hands and placed them on the keyboard. When he began to press the first note of the piece, all the tension from the match would be immediately translated into passion, hot burning passion. You could see it through his eyes, see it through his every movement and feel it through the intensity of the notes. He was able to bring the piece’s emotions out and infect the spectators with the feeling of the song. Once the piece was over, the silence would be quickly overcome with a deafening applause, a standing ovation.
He is rather hot-headed, quick to blow up, quick to throw a temper. However, he was also easy to cool down. If he was mad with something, all he needed were a few loving, soothing words for him to simmer down. Like a child, he craved for attention and love, sometimes even pouting when I spend too much time with my son, our son.
In my mind, there is a man who completely fills my thoughts. He astounds me and I know, if I did not meet him, I will never be the same. He had dreams - he aspired to be a professional basketball player and wanted to be a renowned pianist. His dreams and mine differed greatly. However, despite having different dreams, different goals in life, we managed to build a world together. With our very own two hands, we created a new dream, a new vision, and a new life where he was every part of me.
He is definitely not perfect, he has flaws. He is hot headed and is always craving for attention. However, the imperfections that I saw in him were all the past. Now the he that I see, is not only a handsome man with beautiful facial features and a tall build but a perfect man who is lovely in all aspect and the love of my life. He is my husband.
He is Josh.
Written By: Chloé Chan
Short Author's Note:
This story was written by moi for English class in which the title was [HE] and yeah, this was the essay that I wrote. Whether I was thinking of somebody while writing this essay will be kept a secret. However, it might just be loosely 'inspired'. Why its a might? Cause when I went home and think carefully about what I wrote, I realised that it actually did resembled somebody. The name, for those who are very close to me, you might know that it kinda resemble my ___________ name. Well, its a pure coincident. I was really running out of names. This is the edited version for my class collection of good essays [Facets]. The original i will type it out but be warned, it has rather lot of mistakes. FYI for those who want to know, the score for my original essay was 7/10 and that was with like a lot a lot of grammar mistakes. HAHA :D However, like what my mum said. I oughta be ashamed cause I'm not getting the best mark I can achieve :/ Haish... but, still! I'm proud of this piece cause it's my first time attempting to write a REAL REAL REAL descriptive essay with absolutely NO PLOT, nothing. Just me (or rather 'me') and the person that I am describing (which is my 'husband') HAHA. Yes, and some might be thinking,
'Hey 7/10? That's like low dude!'
Well, I would agree and say that I am a horrible writer IF my English teacher isn't Mrs Tan (who btw, is an AWESOME English teacher). Mrs Tan's marking although is very strict, but to me its a rather accurate gauge on where my writing standard is actually at. Not forgetting that Mrs Tan have A LOT A LOT of GOOD (I mean it, the description is mind blowing) descriptive essay and for her to write a comment
'good descriptive'
I yelped, screamed, screeched, jumped for joy, was on cloud nine, felt ecstatic, euphoric and all the other expressions that can express the immense happiness as well as feeling of accomplishment I felt. It is really awesome :D
For a fuller more complete version of the 'commentary' about this essay, stay tuned :D
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