Love at first sight.
It all started when he looked at me through the window. His eyes were boring into me with such great intensity and it was almost as if they were looking deep into my soul. From that moment onwards, I knew that he was the one. There was no doubt about it.
His dark eyes, framed with long and thick eyelashes, the small twist of his lips when he smiled, the simple movement of his hands-they were all so perfect to me.
If I had a net, I would catch all the butterflies in my stomach whenever he looked at me.
Very soon, I was falling head over heels in love with him. Every single action I did, every laughter made me feel so conscious of myself and I would silently rebuke myself if I had done something lame or stupid. His laughter was my ecstasy and I would strain my ears every day just to hear it ring, resonating in my eardrums.
I had never believed in love at first sight as I thought that it was just a description that was used by girls madly in love, but I was wrong- I soon became like them,as I was madly in love too.
I could look at him forever but never get bored.
The slight crease of his shirt fabric gave away his broad shoulders and I was delirious just at the sight of them, imagining that I was the lucky one with my head leaning on his shoulders. Everything was perfect about him, the crinkling of his eyes whenever he smiled, the hidden dimple that would appear when he did that, his unstyled tousled hair- everything!
However I knew that one little part of me was disagreeing with my sudden infatuation with him, but I brushed it away, for nothing could stand between my feelings for him, not even my heart. One day my friends pulled me aside and told me about what he did. It came as a big bombshell to me and I was devasted. My whole safety net, my illusions on his flawlessness came crashing down on my very own head, and I frantically tried to throw up defences to conceal the truth but to no avail.
“ Its her again, how annoying. I wish she could just get off my back”.His words continued to ring through my ears, reverbrating through the essence of my soul. I had betrayed my own heart, despite the warnings it had given me.
Every morning, I woke up with my pillow wet, knowing that I had thought of him the night before.
The façade I had painted of him, the flawless façade had finally revealed itself to be as blemished as the face of an adolescent. The scars that the incident left behind could be forgotten, but it was indelible.
It was love at first sight, but deception on the second.
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6:57 AM
speech writing.
Dear teachers,
The matter that i would like to bring up is on the importance of water parades before NDP rehearsals. Firstly, let me draw up a scenario for you. Imagine a perfectly performed NDP parade with people fainting, and another imperfect NDP parade with healthy people still on their feet marching. Which one would you prefer?
Thus, this leads to my point of the importance of water parades. Water is an important constituent of the body. Any lack of water in any part of the body may easily lead to dehydration, memory loss and even death. The importance of water cannot and should not be taken lightly during any strenuous exercises or marching in the hot sun. Water parade is important and measures should be taken to enforce sufficient drinking of water.
Lives, too, should not be taken for granted. If a life is forfeited to produce a high-grade flawless NDP parade, then the systems of Uniform Groups are highly flawed and something should be done about it.
To prevent further lives lost, i would like to suggest that all Uniform Groups enforce sufficient water intake during water parades. Imagine-a life lost for a perfect NDP or a healthy marching but imperfect NDP. Which would you prefer? I ask you all this question again. Make your choice now.
Thank You.
-FIN
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11:07 PM
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5:59 AM