Mo Chridhe,
Lee Xin Hui; 95-liner.
I wish I have more
to tell you.
I really do.
Saturday, July 21, 2012, 2:20 PM
We were nothing .
Just for something to update , I decided to post my redone Olevel essay here !
This had taken weeks for me to typed out , very xinku one okay ! Have to remember what you wrote and find the mood to write it . Please do not judge my el based on this kay , ): Long time never touch narrative liao , sorry if it sucks . Ohmygod , I hope 4F people won't laugh at me please ): I think if this was the actual one I wrote for actual exam, I wouldn't have gotten th grades I got . :/ Whatever , not bad liao ! :D
Q2. Write about an amusing incident on a day out with your
family, which still makes you laugh whenever you remember it.
Slowly picking up the yellowed dog-eared
book from my brimming trunk, I squinted through my thick-rimmed glasses to peer
at the title. I traced my gnarled and wrinkled fingers over the engraved words on
the cover which spelt “Family”. I was looking through mementos from my
childhood stashed away in my vacant guest room when I stumbled upon this
particular family photo album. Intrigued by my surprise find, I hobbled over
and sank into my rocking chair and gingerly, I flipped open the album of
memories. The album had fallen apart with age and some pages had detached from
the binding but the photographs capturing my precious memories were still
intact. Entranced, I turned the pages filled with pictures of me and my brother
growing up as waves after waves of emotion washed over me as I reminisced about
the old times. A stray photo fell out and I picked it up to take a closer look.
A delighted chuckle escaped my mouth at the photo of my brother taken years ago
during a family outing to the seaside …
The first rays of sunlight lit up my room as
another day dawned. I rubbed my bleary eyes, jumped out of bed and started to
prepare for the day ahead. As I stumbled down the stairs to breakfast, my
brother was already at the table, digging into a plate of heavenly waffles in
front of him. I settled down in my own seat and started tucking into my own
plate of waffles drowned in maple syrup. We were eating more than our usual
helpings to prepare ourselves for a fun-filled day at the beach. It was all my
brother could talk about in the past week as this would be his first trip
there. After breakfast, I was the first one ready at the door having prepared
early. “Hurry up!” I shouted across the room in an immensely impatient tone and
stomped my feet on the ground childishly. “Let’s go, let’s go!” my brother
shouted merrily as he bounded towards me. After helping my parents to load the
necessary items into the car, we set off and arrived on the beach shortly
after.
The salty sea
breeze invigorated us the moment we opened our car doors. The beach was crowded
with campers, sunbathers and children who were squealing and shouting at the
top of their voices. Delicious smell of barbequed food wafted through the air.
My brother eyes widened as he took in his surroundings. Grinning happily at me,
he loped his hand through mine and we raced off to find a good picnic spot. My parents
settled down on the mat at the foot of a shady tree while my brother and I
changed into our swimsuits, snatched up the beach ball and ran off to play in
the water. We enjoyed ourselves thoroughly, splashing through the waters. After
swimming a few laps under the watchful eyes of my father, he called out, “Lunch
is ready, let’s not keep your mother waiting.” We promised to follow after
swimming a couple of laps more. When we were finally drained of energy, we
pulled ourselves out of the waters. “Last one out is a pig!” I shouted over my shoulders
as I grabbed up my dry clothes and took to my heels.
While we were away,
my mum had been keeping busy. The warm, comforting smell of hot, cooked food
filled my nostrils as I approach. I flopped down on the mat beside my mother
and started eating with gusto. “Where’s your brother, May?” my mum turned to me
with worry written on her face. Mouth full, I gave a nonchalant shrug. My dad pointed
to the distance in response. We swiveled around to where he was pointing at and
indeed, my brother was running towards us frantically, looking out of breath,
huffing and panting. To our surprise, he was dressed in a dress which looked
too small on him. At this comical sight, we burst into laughter. I laughed so
hard that I felt my sides would split. However, my brother stood in front of us
without humor in his face and whimpered, “Help! She’s coming!” After his short
speech, he ran behind my mother and cowered behind her.
Sure enough, a lady
in her thirties hurtled over to where we were seated. Her brows furrowed
together, she shouted at my brother without waiting for us to speak. From her
ranting, we were able to glean that my brother had snatched up her daughter’s
clothes and after changing into them, ran away and she had given chase. My
brother struggled to explain himself. His clothes had been blown away by the
wind and in his panic, he snatched the nearest clothes he saw off the ground
and ran back. He hung his head guiltily as he confessed while we burst into
peals of laughter. Even the lady found his tale amusing and joined in. After we
composed ourselves and stifled our laughter, my father went in search of my
brother’s lost clothes and returned the dress to the lady who had had
graciously agreed to let the matter rest. Throughout the remaining of the day,
I continue to tease my little brother and just a mention of dresses would make
him flush with embarrassment…
I gave a chuckle of
delight as I rocked my rocking chair. Till now, the events of that day are
still etched vividly in my mind. Smiling to myself, I pushed myself up from the
chair, placed the album down and hobbled slowly towards my telephone. I picked
up the phone and started to dial the number that was imprinted in my mind. It’s
time to give that little brother of mine a call…
