An Unforgettable Experience - Original Writing
It was my first time at Dubai Airport, the symbol of United Arab
Emirates' aviation ascendancy. The bustling International airport was
a long way away from my rural residence. Due to the long distance, we
had been obliged to take the taxi instead of making use of public
transport. The atmosphere in the car was generally silent, but
occasionally my parents moaned about all the minor discomforts of the
journey. It felt like we were in a funeral. Hours after departing my
house, we started noticing frequent aeroplanes, low down in the sky
indicating the proximity to the airport. The roads had become more
congested and the air was more contaminated than from where we had
initially departed. During the taxi ride to Dubai Airport a sense of
inexplicable anticipation had built up within me.
As we arrived at the airport, I stared in awe at the size and beauty
of the place. Just looking at the sheer number of people in the
airport overwhelmed me. When traveling by plane, most people are in
fear of getting hijacked or the plane crashing, but the main form of
fear for me was fear of getting lost at the airports or there being
complications with the flight tickets. Although the reasons for my
fear were trivial in comparison, they built up a sense of nervousness
with me.
As I perambulated through the long, tedious, oblique passageway of the
edifice into the capacious waiting room, I started quivering in
obvious trepidation. The waiting room was an enormous room abundant
with people from many different social classes. Parents tightly held
their children's hands in solitude of losing them in the...
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...rries has been deeply carved into my heart
where it will stay forever, and so will Linda.
I had always thought of myself as a "boring person" who did the most
tedious things and who would never fall in love but I was wrong. I
used to think that my life was like a bittersweet symphony, similar to
the words of a sad song, where the words have no meaning. My life had
always been like a pointless existence in my view. This dramatic
experience taught me that merely to exist is not enough. Life must
have a purpose; a meaning; a reason. Life must encompass dreams of
aspiration. From that day, I decided what my goal of life would be.
The realization of the value of life stimulated me to become a doctor
and help save other people's valuable lives. I guess I gained
something from this journey……but not what I really wanted.
Which was no strange feeling to me since I turned to music to cope with whatever ailed me, because no matter what, a song, some headphones, and volume turned way too loud was always there. Returning to the supple age of ten, was a disconnect, mainly between the receptors in my brain that determine whether or not I get enough of the happy chemicals, but between what I am, and what I thought I was. I thought I was a kid like everyone else, I would be sad for no reason often, but moving many times, and having to be on my own for a large portion of my early to late teens, I thought it was how life was for most people in my situation. My situation was dreary at best, people bullied me extensively in middle school to high school, in the first string of serious relationships I had they all left because of some arbitrary meaning of what being happy should have been; coming to a peak on Valentines day of 2012, the first time I attempted suicide. Suicide is the focus of the song, how abandonment can lead to hopelessness and desperation to the point of the ultimate act of despair, death. “I guess I finally had the courage to go away. The promises we made were made hollowly. Sometimes you'd reassure me we'd be okay. But you'd always leave” (A Lot Like Birds. Kuroi Ledge. Equal Vision Records, 2013.
I'm going to get my hair done later on so I better get mum to make an
Happy Little Accidents I never intended to go to Belize. Bob Ross, the famous painter, used to say that there are no mistakes, only “happy little accidents.” Whenever he would make a stroke he did not intend, he would find a way to use that stroke to make the painting better; transforming a stray line into a tree’s trunk, or morphing a misplaced color into a bird in flight. As I would watch The Joy of Painting endlessly on TV, I thought about the skill of men like Mr. Ross at making the best of his situation, and turning his “mistakes” around to make the whole work of art turn out better.
in his vast hand. He then flicked the boot lid up with ease. Then the
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Owen and put his hand over his mouth Owen tried to shout his Mum but
in a hospital. Don't ask me which one. I don't even know how I am here
A Night to Remember - Original Writing It was the day of the concert. The lively atmosphere around the arena was only beginning, being there early before, I saw the transformation of the what seemed to be spacious hall, into a jam packed stadium, mocked with nothing but up for it Geordies and music lover alike. As the lights sparkled above the stage, the huge amplifiers buzzed, vibrating the seat in which I had suddenly risen from. Announcements through the loud speakers were cropping up every minute, adding to the anxiety, whilst the crowds poured in, creating a carnival like atmosphere, despite still being an hour away form the main performance.
list and more, good old dad. I think I've got about 10 coming plus all
they say, all good things come to an end and suddenly the boy got up
I am younger to her by around two minutes. Or One and a half to be
As the kid went into the candy store, the reaction of his face was priceless. Like all kids in a candy store, his eyes livened up and his mouth drooled. It was kind of amusing to watch, but the grandparents loved every second of it. They knew that as the kid grew older, he would go his separate way and would not be as close to them. They wanted to cherish the moment, enjoy every little detail about the boy, and spend as much time with him before he would “leave the nest.”
An Unforgettable Trip - Personal Writing I finally arrived in Pakistan on a hot, June morning after nine tiring days. hours. The time is a lot. We finally arrived in a village and the heat beyond words was irritating me. I looked around me, there were trees and greenery.
One Stormy Night - Original Writing The sudden, swift, severe summer storm caught me totally unaware. I was walking down Old tree Road when the clouds started to build. I looked around as I huddled under a large, dead oak tree. Almost all of the houses on this abandoned street were too badly damaged for me to take shelter in, except for the one. The house loomed impressive and morbid in the greenish-black sky.
It was a normal Saturday morning everything was going swell until, I awoke up from my slumber only to be left alone at home with my brother. In that short moment where my brother and I were left alone at home to survive I started to panic and overthink the worst-case scenario might happen. That our parents left us to fend for ourselves and we had to endure the up-coming obstacles that would soon arrive. In this experience, I learned not to overthink but to also be patient in and not make hasty decisions.