WHY on EARTH do they hafta make it sooo BORING?!?!??!?!?! D:

Write a story ending with:
"... We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways."[1119/1 SPM 2009, no.4]More gold scattered from the treetops as I trudged along the lane, dried organic matter and gravel crunching and crinkling beneath the soles of my Sketchers. Amber, burgundy and brown bleached the trees and grassy banks with its hues, a portrait that was earthy and altogether, a scene that reminded me of some touchy-feely soap opera that had me crying buckets. And what better way to enjoy all this, but with my hands clasped with another, one that belonged to my beau.Aye, the country life is lovely. But it also made me restless, in a way. And plus, I wasn't here just

The road not taken... and the road that leads me on.
In my English Language syllabus, I learned about a poem by Robert Lee Frost.It's The Road Not Taken.And it makes me reflect: What would've happened if I chose to do this, or not to? But most of these decisions were made unconsciously.Now, I am faced with crossroads, consciously.I can choose to study in my hometown, or in my own country.But I want to get outta here.No offense, people. I like you guys enough. But staying here, studying here, working here, living here, getting married and having children here (or so I assume) will DRIVE ME NUTS. I so don't like the Government. I hate THEM. THEY, who do

Intuition SAVES THE DAY!!!
Yesterday was the... urgh-iest day of my life.I'M SERIOUS!!!!!!!!! I couldn't sleeep because of it, couldn't watch 1Night 2Days in peace because of it, couldn't laugh because of it, and, worst of all, I LOST MY APPETITE thinking of it.Cool. Maybe I'll get round to losing weight at last. xDThis experience will leave me traumatized for the REST OF MY LIFE.AIYEEEEEEEEEEE~~~~~Okay. Flashback: circa 09:47 hours, breakfast.Grandma: Oi, Cindy-ah(my nickname), lai chiak cheleh roti. Gu iu bi sniau tang. Wa beh chiak, bo su kak gu iu bi. Tapi wa tim hakak plastik eh long liau, te beh chi

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Subject: ASunny and bright,wholesome yet meek.She brightens any conversationwith her tongue-in-cheek.Modest and friendlywithout a touch of hostilitymakes her a friendtruly worth lending a hand.i enjoy her companywhich is fun and zany.But time spent with heris much fun-erwhen i'm in the mood for being crazy! Best of wishes,

And today, all I ever got was...
... rain.Torrents and torrents of it in the morning, and faint drizzles in the afternoon.I love rain. The rain is romantic. Most of all those mushy-squishy dramas have kissing scenes in the rain.Therefore, I love the rain. I love it when it rains, no matter when: morning, afternoon or in the middle of the night.The rain makes the earth feel cold. I like it. I like the cold. I also like the feel of the damp against my skin.I haven't finished my short story yet. I'm writing it for the 5th time. 5th time's the charm, I say so.So be patient and wait. Just wait. Until Weird Cynn feels normal an