United We Stand Copy
Commonwealth Essay Competition!
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Topic: “United we stand!”!
Name: Ho Wye Yew!
Class: Sophomore Cempaka!
School: Cempaka Damansara Heights, Malaysia.!
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Cacophonous fireworks illuminated the pitch black London sky as we stepped into the Olympic stadium to represent Malaysia. Kaleidoscopic bright lights boasted its everlasting flamboyance as it shone throughout the stadium.
The applause from the audience deafened me and the scent of hard work and determination lingered in my nostrils. One part of me was anxious, afraid and petrified of the arduous sports events ahead, but the other part of me felt proud, relieved and joyous to be representing my home country in an international sports competition. Glancing towards the audience, I instantly recognised my energetic and enthusiastic mother. Memories started to flood back into my mind- from the moment I first held that shiny metallic fencing sword to the obstacles that hampered my journey from being an Olympian. At this moment, I reminisced and flashed back twenty years to the past- when I first found my passion for fencing.!
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I stood there in utmost shock, to witness my father’s death before my eyes. My father was a wise, experienced man who spent his final years retreating in his brick cottage. Life in the past decade was difficult for many
Malaysians, and my father was no exception. Living in tumultuous conditions, both of us constantly bickered as he was a perfectionist who had sky high expectations for me. !
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When I was a child, I was bored of the monotonous children television programmes offered. Flipping through the channels, there was nothing that interested me. Suddenly, I widened my eyes. In front of me, there was two men who were wielding in a duel with immaculately sharpened swords. Their precise technique and their agility were presented in a heart wrenching array of lunges, stabs and dodges. It was intense. Both of them seemed equally as likely to win as the other. Suddenly, on the
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Topic: “United we stand!”!
Name: Ho Wye Yew!
Class: Sophomore Cempaka!
School: Cempaka Damansara Heights, Malaysia.!
!
!
!
Cacophonous fireworks illuminated the pitch black London sky as we stepped into the Olympic stadium to represent Malaysia. Kaleidoscopic bright lights boasted its everlasting flamboyance as it shone throughout the stadium.
The applause from the audience deafened me and the scent of hard work and determination lingered in my nostrils. One part of me was anxious, afraid and petrified of the arduous sports events ahead, but the other part of me felt proud, relieved and joyous to be representing my home country in an international sports competition. Glancing towards the audience, I instantly recognised my energetic and enthusiastic mother. Memories started to flood back into my mind- from the moment I first held that shiny metallic fencing sword to the obstacles that hampered my journey from being an Olympian. At this moment, I reminisced and flashed back twenty years to the past- when I first found my passion for fencing.!
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I stood there in utmost shock, to witness my father’s death before my eyes. My father was a wise, experienced man who spent his final years retreating in his brick cottage. Life in the past decade was difficult for many
Malaysians, and my father was no exception. Living in tumultuous conditions, both of us constantly bickered as he was a perfectionist who had sky high expectations for me. !
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When I was a child, I was bored of the monotonous children television programmes offered. Flipping through the channels, there was nothing that interested me. Suddenly, I widened my eyes. In front of me, there was two men who were wielding in a duel with immaculately sharpened swords. Their precise technique and their agility were presented in a heart wrenching array of lunges, stabs and dodges. It was intense. Both of them seemed equally as likely to win as the other. Suddenly, on the