like fuck, i know i shouldnt be blogging now, its math paper 2 tomorrow and i already screwed my paper 1 today. BUT HEY, i screwed english too. i just think that the entire olevel is screwed x3395237497875872.
i spelt differentiation as differentation. and for compo, the topics are all like shit. i had to choose HEROES, ( my usual one word routine ) but i wrote cheesy CHEENA-PATRIOTIC-BULLSHIT which is influenced by linkin park and counterstrike. even i can't stand it. had time to make a copy, as usual :P hehe.
HEROES ( GCE OLEVELS ENGLISH PAPER ONE 2007 )
One of them was half buried in the dirt, his blood dyeing the soil a crimson red. The pain was so excruciating that he perpetually felt as though he was being ripped asunder. He thought of his family, his eager wife and children and tears broke out in an unmannered gait.
He could be your son, your husband, or your father. He is one of the many men that the world calls "Heroes". In every battle, every war, every political dispute, lives are are lost. Hatred, discrimination and greed are all fused together, coagulating into the spark for war. Then came our fine fellow countrymen, lugging the boulder of political abhorrence, risking their lives for the country they love.
Blood, their blood was shed, splattering all over the ravages of war. You see them on television and newspapers, in their dirty and faded uniforms, but that's all just a smudged facade. Deep inside, their strength and pride are still fervently extant. The dusty roads, the firing of nuclear weapons and husky static commands over the walkie-talkies seemed so vaguely evocative and familiar. You may have come across them, playing your fake war strategy game in that familiar backdrop on your laptop.
Yet it is so different in reality. Our heroes, they suffer asphyxiation from the rising dust and dirt. The army commands are not recordings repeated over and over in your game, but real, stentorian and ever changing. Those commands could change the world, bring our countries pride or take away their lives. Our heroes wield weapons with aim to protect, not attack, yet those weapons, those very weapons could take their lives.
You wait at home, eager and anxious for his return. Mixed feelings run amok in your head, receding and recidivisng again and again. You feel proud of him, yet feel angry and lonely at the same time, blaming him for going to war to protect the country. The end product is bittersweet, destitute of the ending and of which you feel more, happy or sad.
Our heroes carry the weight of our countries on their shoulders, laying down their lives, fearless and menacing. Every bomb, every bullet, every drop of blood which they receieve and attack,they do it acquiscently. There is no greater word than "love", even it being an understatement of what drives our heroes so far. Gratitude is not enough. In everyone of them, bravery is embedded inside. When he once protected you with his arms, you felt like his embrace was the world. Now, he is using his arms as a pillar to support the crumbling world. You could smile amidst your tears, secretly praying for his safety and praising him for his courage.
When they return in triumph, the air will be soaked exulant. The sweet smell of blithe will rise as high as the zenith of the sun and at that time, we can truly bow our heads in the utmost respect, cheering for our heroes. You could embrace your husband, your father, your son, and that could represent everything, - And that's all that he needs.
im going off to fuck myself. the compo is fucked. im fucked. life's fucked. math's fucked. everything's fucked.
