OH MY.
sorry people!I made a mistake! This post is the true authentic 77th post! BAHAHA! SORRAY~



Anyways, i was opening the microsoft words thingy(cause i always do my essay there first before penning it down literally on paper) and i saw my old essay! And i thought, good idea to post it online! HAH, thus presenting to you my GREAT essay!


Title: Write about an occasion when you found something of great value and what you did with it to benefit your community.


“When will my fate change?” I asked myself while walking along the soiled ground. “A good harvest is something the villagers really need now, why aren’t the gods helping us?”
I shook my head, “Questions, questions, questions. Who will answer them? What’s the point of asking all these questions when no one can tell me the answers?” I said to myself while kicking dirt all over the barren land.


I snapped back to reality when someone tapped my shoulders. It was Matik, the village head. He seemed livid and yet concerned, it seemed like a minute before I realized that he was telling me something about my house catching fire and my father being hysterical. No sooner, Matik was tugging me, dragging me home. Just as we were about to reach, I saw smoke and flames, I was overwhelmed by the vast amount of smoke causing me to have difficulties in breathing. I ran as quickly as I can to where almost everyone was helping to put out the fire. I tried to help until I saw my father. Father is someone who cherishes the old times, knowing that this fire will burn down everything; he sat along the roadside and cried bitterly. I did not know what else to do but sit beside him and watch the villagers attempt to put out the fire.


Clearing out the debris was a difficult task as everyone was too busy with their own chores at home, to help out. I told Father to rest at Matik’s house, I could not possibly let him clear his own memories could I? It took me the whole afternoon to clear only half of what it seemed in the massive area just in front of me. Just as I was about to continue, something shimmering caught my eye. I used a plank of wood to push away whatever was covering the object. It was a sword, a very unusual looking sword. I saw something similar in a newspaper article once. It showed of weaponries used during the First World War.


I took it out and even with all the dirt around it, its blade still glimmered. I brought it over to Matik’s house, showing it to Father at the same time and telling them when and how I found it. Both men studied the sword and at almost the same time, they gave an astounding expression as though they knew something about the sword. Curious as I was, I blurted out a string of questions leaving both men dumbfounded. I wanted to know what they knew, where it came from and whether or not the sword is valuable. Matik said he needed time to find out all information about the sword first before getting back to me. Both Father and I agreed. We decided to reside in one of our relatives’ house while we seek out for another unit of our own. As nothing in that burnt house could be re-used, we were obligated to buy new necessities.


Settling down was effortless and time flown past swiftly. It was until Matik came one day to our new home that I remembered the sword. Two years, it has been two long years ever since Matik said he would be getting back to me shortly. Father has lost interest in the sword saying that it was not a bit of our affairs, but he did not know. He did not know that I was secretly interested in knowing every single detail about the sword. I had to appear nonchalant in front of Matik, not wanting Father to notice me. Father shooed Matik away just before he could blurt out any “juicy” news, however, I was not to be thwarted. I ran after Matik straight after ensuring that Father was well tucked in bed.

Catching up with Matik wasn’t too difficult, considering the fact that he was old therefore his pace of walking was slow. He was being difficult at first but after sensing my enthusiasm for news of the sword, he gave in and told me everything he knew. He had found out that the sword belonged to an ex soldier of the Russian army during 1914 when Russia got involved in the First World War. He also knew that his extended family members are looking for this long lost sword mentioned in one of his old and tattered diary.


For the rest of the story, i can't remember cause i was "forced" to complete the essay in school after lessons(aparrently, the deadline was up so, i will be dead if i dont hand it in then.)
But, no one will ever be interested to know the ending anyway so i dont really bother looking for the paper(it was marked and returned but i lost it) and thus no story.


Right now, i'm concentrating on doing the last holiday assignment! English essay on kampong glam setting. I'm keen on using, the dark alley, the perfume shop and the sultan mosque, as part of my essay. Plot will follow the place. But, i dont know, these places will change and i may add something extra.

Alright, gotta start doing! can't be late for the deadline again especially since ms teo gave us a month to do! haha! And i vividly remember that i boldly said "wah good one month sure got enough time to finish one!" damn, i'm such a show off.


*cough~* goodbye!