Past Paper Question (:

First Language English

Paper 3

May/June 2005

A song or a piece of music comes on the radio. Immediately the tune reminds you of a particularly happy or sad occasion. Describe in detail the scene you remember (real or imaginary) and your feelings at the time.

An abyss of happiness overcame my emotions. My breathing heart no longer felt shattered. It was a year ago and we were sitting on the cold, soft and welcoming sand. All we had was the presence of one another, the breeze invited my hair to dance along to this song. I sat with my knees folded against my chest, trying to protect myself from the harsh yet gratifying cold morning. The sky was painted with an orgy of pink, purple and blue. It was as though God decided to transform the black canvas into a breathtaking masterpiece. My trembling lips couldn't help but be curved into a permanent grin. 

The warmth of his soft hand tangled in mine created a sensation I would never allow myself to forget. The butterflies in my stomach were set free to fly everywhere and my skin felt prickly and hot. He stared at me with his deep dark brown eyes and the newborn sun was giving him a magical glow. My vacant mind was oblivious to my surroundings, my world at that moment consisted of nothing but him. My eyes were wide open and I forced myself not to blink as I didn't want this moment to be wasted with my eyelids blanketing my eyes. He was the only thing I could allow my mind to ponder on. 


My heart racing as fast as the waves are crashing on the rocks, creating a rain of crystals. As the newborn sun hits the crystals the rainbows fill up the spaces between them. Our surrounding couldn't be more perfect. If perfection was an image, this would be it. The simple action of brushing a lock of hair from my soft, clean, vacant face sends chills down my spine. A good kind of chill. A chill that leaves a haunting warmth. A chill that's responsible for my two pink cheeks and racing heartbeat. 


The only word that could be used to describe this faded memory would be,contentment. Tears would start climbing its way out and slide themselves down my hill-like cheeks. The tears of joy. I wonder how I managed to get to a stage where I am truly happy. How perfection decided to choose me. What did I do right? I remember those thoughts swimming in mind when I was sitting on that harsh, cold, comfortable sand, with his warmth pouring onto me. As the song continues to play, my mind continues to revisit that same memory, filling me with nothing less then pleasure. 

The Latest Teenage Epidemic.

Lets start with the definition of the word epidemic shall we? Epidemic means : A widespread outbreak of an infectious disease; many people are infected at the same time. In this case the disease would be the blackberry. I am now currently living in Dubai and allow me to explain why I call the blackberry a disease. Most of the teenagers here have one. I have one. To be honest, I don't think I have ever had feelings for any of my digital devices such as this. My blackberry means everything to me and I think I could speak for the other teenagers out there who has one in their possession. In Dubai, everywhere you turn, theres a blackberry in sight. Whether the owner is a teenager, an adult or even a child.


The blackberry is mostly known for its BBM, thats short for BlackBerry Messenger. That would be one of the main reason it would be so popular among us teenagers. When I first saw the blackberry and how most of my friends had one I told myself that I had to get it. Obviously my parents weren't very supportive and they told me how expensive it is and how much money it would take to maintain it and to pay the bills etc. In my mind I thought about how some of the teenagers who aren't millionaires have one and yet maintain it. It was eating me out how even little kids have them hanging around their necks in malls.


I'm  sure most of you think otherwise. Most of you who don't own a blackberry or are against teens having one would obviously disagree with it and think it's mainly used for businessmen and other high ranked people in the world. I am not that closed minded, fortunately. The blackberry is just like any other smartphone and should be used by all sorts of people from various backgrounds. What allows it to be labelled 'the businessman smartphone'. Etisalat (the UAE service provider) has even introduced a package for teens like me. Instead of having to pay AED185, we now only pay AED49. This package is showing everyone that they have accepted the fact that teenagers are using the blackberry and we only pay for what we're using. This package doesn't include e-mails or the web browser. It includes BBM, facebook, twitter and all the other apps that can be installed.


Let's just say that after a long protest about how my parents refuse to purchase the blackberry for me, they have agreed to my terms. I would pay the bills on my own and take full responsibility. To be honest, I don't regret it at all.


My blackberry has around 10 different covers of different colors and patterns and I'm sure you teens our there with blackberries know what I mean :) The blackberry has turned itself into my unofficial boyfriend. But that doesn't mean that I am as addicted to it as some teens out there are. I am able to put it down when I seriously have to. Most teens out there will understand what I'm talking about.


another random ramble. x

Dethroned.

There really isn't much to be said anymore. The president of Egypt Hosni Mubarak has stepped down after days of having protesters fight for their right.
Now all we have to do is wait and see what the outcome of his action would do.
would it stop the protests? Whats going to happen next? etc.


To be honest, I seriously don't want my darling blog to turn itself into some sort of news channel. So I shall end this topic here. I'll be posting up some past paper answers and essays and I'll also start blogging about the rambles I promised earlier :)


Have an awesome day ramble readers x

It's The End Where I Begin :)

First I will begin with wishing you all HAPPY NEW YEAR . :)

Second, I would like to apologies for going MIA and not updating my blog as regularly as I used to. 

Now that that's done, time to blog.

As you all know it is now 2011. The best part about the New Year is that we have a chance to start fresh and close the previous chapters of our lives. Some of us prefer having those chapters open but personally mine are closed and put away. The winter holidays are over and school starts tomorrow. The new school building is ready and were gonna move into new classrooms and have new tables and chairs and new facilities *i hope*
Our year 11 mocks will be starting tomorrow, lets just say that that's whats been keeping me busy along with the moving and unpacking and etc. To be honest I just can't wait for high school to end. Who doesn't anyways?

Moving on to a totally different topic.

Just the other day I was on the metro heading to Mall Of The Emirates and it was at the peak period. That simply means that the metro was packed like sardines. There were no seats of course. Just when I was about to criticize the citizens of Dubai and give up hope on finding a seat, a man stood up from his seat and insisted that i sit. This small action was so shocking and it made my heart go all warm and fuzzy knowing that there are "nice" people in the world who would show an act of kindness towards a stranger. 

It was quite unexpected because I would always use to think that no one would be that giving or nice. I'm not some old lady with crutches, I am a teenage girl and even though he was older then me he stood up.
His actions helped me believe in the human spirit. That may sound a little lame. But seriously, people are nice when they choose to be. :)

Anyways, Thats another ramble by yours truly.
x

Tied Up.

Hello there dear readers of my oh-so-awesome blog :)

I apologies for not being able to update my blog for quite a while now. The reason would be that I have been tied up with packing and cleaning. To be honest I am EXHAUSTED.
The thing with moving is that your able to go through all your belongings and you realise just how much stuff you really have. Its almost impossible to believe the amount of things I had to throw or give away. I have no idea about you guys out there, but I like to keep a box full of little memories. 

I was able to go through it and lets just say I strolled down memory lane (:

I sat with my legs crossed on my naked bed and placed the small black box on top of my lap and marvelled at what was inside. My first box of contact lenses, My little keychain which looked like a small alien with buttons as eyes, My farewell cards written by my old classmates back in Malaysia, all these things in that small box. The things that might not mean anything to you, but means the world to me.

You know the feeling you get when you go through your things and pictures and you get small flashbacks? Some feelings are sad, some happy? I had a lot of that kind of feelings today. There was a moment where I was truly happy with my life here in Dubai, and the next  moment sad because I miss my home in Malaysia. Funny isn't it how emotions change its mind ?

Well were moving tomorrow across the street to the next building. I am finally going to have my own room, with a WINDOW! :D For those who know me, know that my room now isn't equipped with a window. Yes, that's right, 3 years living in a room with no window.

I'm off  to bed now since I am forced to wake up at 8.30a.m :/

Yet another ramble by yours truly.

Diary Entry #4

As you all know this is a student blog.

We had weekend tasks to write 4 diary entries based on the topic

"Your country has been invaded by a foreign country

27th May 2010

Today started with a massive explosion that allowed my dust covered skin to jump. I am not sure if I am able to endure this unbearable agony any longer. It's seriously killing me. Just by being in this dark god-forsaken room, I'm disgusted with my surroundings. Its been almost 2 days since I last had food to consume. Its been almost a month since I cleaned, wiped or even washed myself properly. I am hungry, filthy and miserable. When oh when will this bloody war END! WHY IS THIS HAPPENING!? Whoever finds this piece of paper and reads it would probably understand how very lucky they are to be able to even have time to read it. I wish things were back to normal. I wish things were like they used to be, with clear blue skies and birds chirping a melody in the morning, waking up to the smell of freshly toasted bread, I wish things were NORMAL. Oh Diary, how I wish. I'd eat just about anything. I'm starving. I left the room today Diary, I tried to find something to eat. As soon as I opened the door, a gush of humid air slapped me in the face and suffocated me. It was like walking into an oven. The buildings were swallowed by flames and bodies were just lying there. I tried not to look at their faces. I couldn't help it. I doubt I can ever remove that image from my memory. They were burned and decomposed and just gone. Its so depressing. Well Diary that's just another day being ALIVE. I'll hopefully write again soon :/

Diary Entry #3

As you all know this is a student blog.

We had weekend tasks to write 4 diary entries based on the topic

"Your country has been invaded by a foreign country

26th May 2010

Good morning Diary. Its 4am and I am having difficulty sleeping, It feels as though my lungs are refusing to help me breathe. I think it's from all the ash and dust in the air. I'm living in what I would call a "box". Its literally a small room with no windows and only one small hole in the left corner. How I could actually allow myself to stay in such a small and unhygienic room is still lingering in my mind. Oh yes of course, we're in the middle of a bloody war! How could I forget. Oh diary, I wonder how mum and dad are doing. How is everyone doing? There are five people in this room with me and we barely talk to each other. Everyone is in their own world I guess. Everyone is trying their best not to face the truth. What's the truth? The truth is Diary, everyone is dead. The ones we loved. The ones who loved us. EVERYONE. Its sad, no one can deny that, but that's the truth. I sit here with a small candle and a pen and paper writing with tears crawling down my face because I know what the truth is. There's really no point living in denial and trying to make sense of the situation and hoping for a better day. To be honest, I'm just waiting for death to come and take me away from this hell. For me to die and reunite with my family and loved ones. Oh Diary, how I wish it would be that simple. Till next time then. x