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Samples of Descriptive Essays
This friend I have is special, whilst young, intelligent and righteous. He
lives with me since he was born, a pleasure to have all these years. The
strength to face each day can sometimes be drawn from knowing
him. When I watch him dribble around with the ball at the street soccer
court then knocking it into the goal leaving the opponent frustrated there is
unspeakable pride and joy emitting from the core of my heart. How this fine
young man has grown from a novice soccer player just three years ago to a
forwarder that instill fear to defenders who have to mark him. A elusive
player who pass his opponent with ease and elegant he can match the
highest standard of the land. The fond memories of the time we spend
together still lingers in my mind. Bringing him to the movies, watching him
fight with his sisters still sits in my mind.
When he is younger, he never kept still and even climb out of the
cradle that is meant to restrain him. That is when he is only two years old
and that time nearly got a spanking from his grand mother. The coolest
transformation is his hair. It uses to be always gelled and groomed into the
"curry puff" look that is the trademark look that signifies his childhood days.
Curry puff is a local snacks that has ultra ordinary puff when fried. Youth has
robbed away that and reinstall a new image to befit the modern time. The
"anime" type spike hairstyle is now the replacement. Skinny jeans with a
smart tee shirts is the order of the day when he needs to go for a outing.
While I would prefer him to be in long sleeved shirt and a business pant, his
peer may feel out of place with this sort of strange outfit. Our favorite
chat always centered on his favorite Barclay Premier League Club Chelsea
and my Manchester United Football Club. Our exchange on the matter can
turn into a feisty with each not giving way to the other. Glorified Manchester
United has done it once again but the arrival of Ancelloti this season and the
departure of Christano Ronaldo has up the challenge for the rivals.
Every weekend is spent at the soccer field where we conduct soccer
lessons for children under ten. He is my coach while I am his manager and
together we managed to keep soccer alive for these kids who showed up
every weekend. Our effort has rewarded us with two championship through
the years and the greatest pride is the one that Chris has played in. Chris
is more of a friend than a son, we spend our time together like most friends
do. I am proud of him both as a friend and a son.
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My best friend is someone I have known
since my childhood. Our friendship goes back to
the time when I was ten years old. His name is
Harry, and he lived a couple of blocks from my
house. We had a lot in common, and we spent
time together during the weekends.
I remembered many of my favorite hobbies
were because of his influence. I learned to
play the guitar from him, and I started martial
arts classes because he did the same. That was
back in the year 1974. Now you know how old I
am. That is right, the years have gone by, and
even today as I sit here typing on my computer,
I still have my guitar sitting right beside me.
It was a hobby that changed my life and I thank
him because he was the one who taught me how to
play the guitar. I remember the days when we
used to have our own bicycles. That was my
first bicycle, and I wanted to have one that
look just like Harry's. Strange, but somehow,
he seemed to be a big influence on me in my
early years. Maybe because I saw him as a role
model.
Weekends, we would go over to each other's
house and practice guitar, and martial arts,
Tae Kwon Do, to be exact. Those were the days
when Bruce Lee was very popular, and as I
recalled, we used to go to school, elementary
school that is, with our own version of nan-
cha-ku, tucked away in out book bag, away from
the sight of our teachers. As I think about
those days now, I never fail to relish its
splendor. The days of innocence, never again to
be revisited. However, at times when I look at
my son, who is thirteen years old now, I could
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almost see him enacting some of the things I
did in the past.
My best friend, Harry, is no longer in
contact with me. We have lost contact since we
went on to separate secondary schools. He was
in St. Patrick's Secondary School, and I went
on to Raffles Institution for my secondary
school. Do I miss him now, at the age of 49?
Yes, I do. I had wanted to get in touch with
him, and possibly some of my old classmates
from Primary school, but they are no where to
be found. I heard many years ago that Harry
went on to be a sailor after graduation from
seaman's course. It will be nice to know how
everyone is doing.
Best friends are like old wine, and the
older they are the better. I just wish that
someday, somehow, I will be able to reestablish
contact with Harry Wong. So, Harry Wong Kok
Hoong, if you are reading this, please get in
touch with me. I am Ding Soon Kheong, I
remember you used to call me Ding.
This much I remember about you... Old
address at 38 Lorong 14 Geylang Road. Your
birthday is on October 30, 1961. Our primary
school was Geylang English School, and yes, you
had a dog named Bobby back
then. exesmr@yahoo.com
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In our lives, we come across many people. We see new
faces every day. Many of them remain anonymous, some may be
acquaintances and some become our friends. Friends come and
go throughout our lives and each friendship is a unique
relationship. Some friends are joy to be with while others may
bore us.
For me, my best friend is my own cousin. Named Azilah
Syuhada, she is in the same age as me. Maybe because of that,
we get closer easily compared to the others. We contact each
other frequently. We were both exited if we met each other. We
share the same hobbies. She is a tall girl, who stood at 1.67
meters. She really has a good sense of humour. Whenever I am
with her, I will always laugh my head off.
She lives with her family in Butterworth. Being the eldest in
her family, she had the responsibility of looking after her other
two younger brother and another two younger sisters.
Azilah is simple and had always lived up o her motto ‘Simple
in virtue and steadfast in duty’. She always attire in baggy jeans
and oversized t-shirt. She is very compassionate, always willing
to lend a helping hand or give a sympathetic ear to other
people’s problems. That is why, aside from my mother, I always
share my problems with her.
‘No man is an island’. We all need friends. A man without
friends is a lonely man. We need friends whom we can confide in
and share our problems with. So, we should never ever take our
friends for granted. Without friends, our lives would be boring.
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world with people striving to achieve their interpretation of preordained
success, it is hard to know who your true friends are. Fortunately, I found my
best pal early at the tender age of seven. We were both enrolled at the same
school and were at wits’ ends as we searched tirelessly for our designated
classes. Samantha and I got acquainted as both of us were in the same
class and sat next to each other. Samantha was a happy-go-lucky girl who
always managed to breathe fresh air into the sometimes arid classroom. She
always knew what to say and would voice them at the best possible
moments. Both pupils and teachers alike enjoyed her company and
liveliness. There was hardly ever a dull moment when she was around with
her funny quips and expressions. Samantha was born with a silver
spoon. Her father was a businessman and her mother owned and ran a
boutique. Both her parents were very caring towards her as she, just like I,
was the only child of the family. Samantha came to school each day with a
perpetual smile. She was a very nice person to be around with. She and I
used to go everywhere together and both of us were rarely seen apart. We
used to talk about so many things as we walked, thoroughly enjoying our
time together. One day, I went to school and forgot to ask my parents for
lunch money. At first, I was not hungry and thought I could bear going
without a meal but soon, my stomach began to growl. Without asking,
Samantha generously paid for my meal and drinks during recess. The
incident revealed to me how lucky I was to have such a caring and
compassionate friend. As time went on, people started teasing us as we
were spending more and more time together. We seemed to know what each
other thought and we cared for each other deeply. Was I in love with her? I
did not know then and we both knew we were too young for all that
emotional roller coaster. Currently, Samantha and I are studying at
different schools. It was hard to be apart at first, but technology in the form
of instant messaging and e-mails have helped to bridge the gap in our
friendship. I sincerely wish our friendship will never end as it would be
equivalent to waking up from a beautiful dream.
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In our lives, we come across many people. We see new
faces every day. Many of them remain anonymous, some may be
acquaintances and some become our friends. Friends come and
go throughout our lives and each friendship is a unique
relationship. Some friends are joy to be with while others may
bore us.
For me, my best friend is my own cousin. Named Azilah
Syuhada, she is in the same age as me. Maybe because of that,
we get closer easily compared to the others. We contact each
other frequently. We were both exited if we met each other. We
share the same hobbies. She is a tall girl, who stood at 1.67
meters. She really has a good sense of humour. Whenever I am
with her, I will always laugh my head off.
She lives with her family in Butterworth. Being the eldest in
her family, she had the responsibility of looking after her other
two younger brother and another two younger sisters.
Azilah is simple and had always lived up o her motto ‘Simple
in virtue and steadfast in duty’. She always attire in baggy jeans
and oversized t-shirt. She is very compassionate, always willing
to lend a helping hand or give a sympathetic ear to other
people’s problems. That is why, aside from my mother, I always
share my problems with her.
‘No man is an island’. We all need friends. A man without
friends is a lonely man. We need friends whom we can confide in
and share our problems with. So, we should never ever take our
friends for granted. Without friends, our lives would be boring.
