Wednesday, 18 April 2012

Quick Write: Significant Events

There was one historical event that affected my life pretty largely. As we all know, before President Chen got reelected as the president in 2004, there was an assassination. He was shot by a random citizen who might even be one of his supporters. It was assumed by many people that he was shot to cause sympathy before the next election, so he can be reelected. The gun shot was ridiculous, he only got a scratch on the side of his belly, but people all over the nation fuzzed over it. However, president Chen was the Green party; my dad was Green, my mom is Blue. My mom hated that president, though my dad was not all that into Green as my mom is into Blue, it still caused a lot of argument in my family. My parents want to vote for the same president every time they vote, but this time they have a hard time deciding. After the long argument, my mom, being a lawyer, won the fight and we didn't vote for President Chen in 2004's election. Though he was still reelected as the president, my mind is already filled with the massive amount of Blue ideals. Also, right before the election I was sent to my grandmother's house for a month. She is even more Blue than my mother. I am totally brainwashed and I'm taught to believe the Green party is totally corrupted. After this event, my whole family is converted into Blue, even my dad.
The other event in my life was when I got a part of my intestine rotting. I'm not sure if that's really the word to describe the condition I was in. "Rotting" made it sound pretty disgusting, though it was actually fairly disgusting.  Imagine a part of you rotting inside, it might even infect the other parts of you. And this is not the first time I got this rotting in my intestine. I was 7 when I first got it, the second time, I was a rising freshman, I was 14. However, this time, I'm much older than I was, and I understood more about life after this event. I used to have this destructive impulse toward myself, cutting my finger and banging my fist against the wall. Not anymore after I got sick in the stomach, I changed big time. I saw more stuff in life and in other people, and most of all, I don't hate myself anymore.

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