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Saturday, September 09, 2006

English....

K heres mine own essay... it has a score of 4 over 6 after marking by a programme called Criterion.

Travel
Travelling has always been joyous for me. It always brings about a great sense of euphoria in me and I always look forward to that feeling. I can travel to any place on Earth and still be grateful that I had a chance to do so. It is simply exhilarating for me. The feeling of being in a plane where there is nothing to worry about except for the trip simply lifts up my spirit. It is an indescribable feeling which I cherish as much as I do enjoy it.

I was 6 years old when I embarked on a journey to the ever legendary Disney-land in California, USA. Along with me are my family and relatives, although I was relatively too young to remember the sights, scenery or even amusing events that happened, that unforgettable journey will forever be attached in my mind. The trip is something I would be proud of whenever my friends spoke of travelling, the reality was astonishing to raise gasps of admiration and envy from my less fortunate counterparts.

I was excited. The dream of every child at that time was going to the 'land of endless fun' ,Disneyland. I remembered bidding goodbye to my beloved grandparents and some of my other relatives in the airport. It was also the first time I sat in a plane, eagerly exploring the plane. I soon found out that it has a mobile phone, a machine attached to the back of the seat which i could play games with, and also several kind and helpful ladies dressed in blue whom always served me meals. Their presence would always bring a tinge of excitement in me. One brought me a model of the plane, a few constantly serving me drinks and snacks. How enjoyable even before I reached America I thought.

I could vaguely remember the things that happened, only that I felt a sense of thrill and triumph when we reached Disneyland. I played around with snow for the first time of my life. And my dad normally seen in a cool detached manner was in his normal self even in a below 20 degrees Los Angeles. He simply wore a T-shirt when the rest of us were shivering even with numerous sweaters on. 'Happy things do not last ' , after seven fulfilling days, I was venturing back home. I looked at the hotel, my parents and the snow with a sense of bewilderment. Wondering whether if I would be here again and recapture the memories I had back then


Haiya.. unfortunately cant show u guys the sample model essay the programme has. Cuz cannot copy, haha... Anyway for me to get to 'dat' standard.... One word... Tough...


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