My Lost TreasureDoesn’t it feel soothing to have someone by your side, in times of sorrow? Probably the one thing we all want. People who tread in and out of our lives leave their marks, their footprints. Footprints that cannot be erased. I wish they could be wiped out. They bring back memories of old wounds to me that are painful. Because what is gone, is gone and cannot come back. Memories that haunt me day and night. Memories that bring tears to my eyes. After my loss did I realize that it was truly a treasure. My priceless treasure. Sometimes I think why did it have to be me? Was this part of life that we hMy Lost Treasure
When I was on the losing sideThere was a big debate competition coming up. I was very nervous about the whole thing. At times I had even opted out of it but no one would let me. Every time I thought about it, it freaked me out. People gave me hope but was that enough? I had a stage phobia; speaking infront of a big audience drained the color out of me. The whole burden was on my shoulders. Everyone was counting on me. To let them down was something even worse. Finally the big day arrived. I was feeling even worse than I usually felt. But my feelings had no control over the competition, whatsoever. We had a good start. My team held more ground. That gaveWhen I was on the losing side
My Experience‘Lie’. This word may seem short & worthless, but if we dig in deep, it has deceived many. I was a professional liar since childhood. It was my habit & my hobby. I had become so used to it that, even in a situation where I wasn’t guilty, I lied. Lying helped me a lot. It got me out of some crucial situations & made things easier for me. I was so good at lying that you couldn’t make out if I was telling the truth or not. One day it so happened that, a paper was due in school & I was late. But no one would believe me. People got used to the fact that I wasMy Experience
Through our eyesThis world maybe a beautiful place to some, but to some it is torture. I look at myself. I have everything. All the things that fulfill persons basic needs, maybe more. Money, home, clothes, food and all the other luxuries that life has to offer. Satisfied. This world seems to be a happy place to me. Full of joy and happiness. But is it the same for everyone? Does everyone get to enjoy that which I get to enjoy? Does everyone get to see this world as a beautiful place? No. Everyone is not like me. For instance, take an Iraqi girl. To her this life is torture. Everywhere she looks, she sees ruins, smoke and blood. But is thatThrough our eyes
My PictureWhat is this picture about you ask? This is my life sir, without a mask Here blooms the flower of my birth Fragile, yet beautiful For some, a source of mirth There stands the deer of my infancy Balancing on wobbly legs Life, is not a lesson easy It takes time to stand on your own There you see the man I am Strong and carrying his lumber At peace with all around him Look closely, and you will see The stains of my tears Shed in utmost agony Man also, can succumb to fear There on the corner is the sun, perpetually rising Heralding the light of GMy Picture
The Love OmenTick. Tock.Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The watch whiles the time away, and I find myself, once again, on the floor, whiling away with it. Who would imagine something like this could be so mesmerizing? I could. Every one tick. Every second that passes by and the blood in my veins takes another course, my heart, and this tiny watch, beat synchronized. Singing a tune in machine and flesh, yet both heralding the same thing. All the while counting down to that time, that perhaps, six months down the line, will never materialize. And will remain nothing more, than a memory of what could have been, and what is. Yes I’m pessimistTick. Tock.
Mermaid_fish
Damn!! We lost!!
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im so gonna flunk add maths...
just came back from my nephews aqeeqah..had 2 cups of coffee!! no skul tomorrow
how about you giving an update about yourself for a change??
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firends are the family we choose for ourselves
and umm..what kind of article is it that ure writing an editorial for??...temme the entire thing so that i can help you out..
we've got this assignment of making a newspaper, nd we've filled it wid funny news made up by us (us meaning group members)...i wrote the editorial up nd my teacher is like it's okay, any more tips you can give??
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firends are the family we choose for ourselves
and umm...if you can somehow temme the kind of articles you've put up there..
an editorial would more or less be just a personal thing. write about how you feel on a certain aspect in either the newspaper itself, or even just anything freelance that you feel strongly about in society or the world.
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