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(FYI, if you ever decide to apply for the STAR BRATs, please take this essay as an example what NOT to do. Just write it simple and plain, like a school essay.) Check out the photos of STAR BRATs workshop 2001 (Terengganu) "Hullo, can I speak to Yi Jian?" That's just a small bit of everything my life is. That's the small part which my editor Tong, asks me to write a thousand words to get me to enrol into the Star BRATs. My name is Bret Ho Yi Jian, and I am 16 years of age. I was born on the 16th day of September in 1985, the year of the Lord. I live in Cheras, and I'm a typical everyday guy (Isn't everybody). I ponder of the long gone days of old. I've done many things. I've seen many things. I've danced on stage. I've been to concerts. I've acted in skits. I've written stories, achieved good exam results, went rappelling, did the flying fox, did some ushering at major Christian events. So what? That doesn't change the fact I'm still here as I am. Yet, i believe that these things had an effect on who I am today. Man, I miss those days when I really had fun. Form 3 was the best-- not much work in the beginning and there was a good finale after all. I participated in a dance of a concert then. I was in Choral Speaking. We didn't get into the finals, but the team had fun together. I remember the fun times my friends had. I remember the skating rink, Christian concerts, Laserquest, Counter-strike, Magic: The Gathering sessions, Judo, my old SNES, Final Fantasy 8, Fallout 2, late night mamaks, birthday parties at Yung Hun's or Yew Fai's house, sleeping until late morning, playing the computer the whole day, Form 3 maths questions, those were fun. I remember those times I'd stop at my friend Eirene's house on the way back, just to have company. I like looking at stars. Sometimes during a clear night sky, I go out with my binoculars just to admire the stars for some time. "Think of Nam Ken think of..." Then I am reminded of my friends who I love very much. Eirene, Yew Fai, Wai Wing, they're my closest friends. I also hang out with Alex, James and Teo. They're all different and I respect and care for them. I wonder what lengths will I go for each and everyone of them. nobody cracks jokes like Alex. I think about my band we have formed. I wonder if we'll do a good job at our first gig. I wonder if we'll stay together after our first gig. Will we make it big time? I think about being a star. I can act. I can rap a little bit. I have good brains. What's stopping me? I also think about my church. I love my church homies. I think of all the people there, and I would cry if I had to leave. There are a few pretty girls in my church – I don't know what to do with them. My church pastor just got married and I haven't seen him in a while. The guys there are quite alright. We had some good times and good laughs in youth service. I think about my Christian Fellowship. What it used to be, and what it is now. I'm president now, what should I do? "Yi Jian!" My family comes to mind too. My mother, my father, my sister, they're all very dear to me. I thank them all for bringing me up so well. I love my house and my room too. I love my bed, my blanket, my pillows and my radio. I don't know what I should say. I don't know what you'll think of my life. I just wanna live my life to the fullest. I believe in two principles in life. One, do everything well. I try to do everything to the furthest extent, so that the final product will be perfect in all ways. Two, live life as if you will regret nothing. I do things so that I do not regret not doing them one day in the future. Somebody once quoted that there is a best-seller novel to be written about each of our lives. I believe that is so and this is the summary of my life. I'm not sure this passes as a account of my life but this is my best try. One day, when I die, and at my funeral, I want people to say something good about me. They're going to say that Yi Jian was a fun-loving guy, who was there when they needed him, and that they'll miss me very much. You know how much fun-loving I am? I'm gonna write 999 words to be exact, so you readers would have to read the longest possible essay. And this is the end. |