พอดีเรียนที่ออสเตรเลียมาเรียนตอนอายุ 17 เข้า high school year10 เทียบกับไทยก็มอสี่ ในโรงเรียนมีคนไทยอยู่สองคนคือเรากับเพื่อนอีกคนอยู่ชั้นเดียวกัน ตอนมาแรกๆเรียนไม่รู้เรื่องเลยสักนิดเดียวเวลาเพื่อนทำงานก็ไม่รู้เรื่อง เวลาต้องคิดเป็นกลุ่มเราก็คิดไม่ออกเพราะเรียนไม่รู้เรื่อง รู้สึกเป็นตัวถ่วงมากๆ บางทีก็โกรธตัวเองรู้สึกว่าตัวเองโง่มาก บางทีก็ร้องไห้อยู่คนเดียวเพราะมันอึดอัดมันโมโห ช่วงแรกๆคือทรมานมากอยากกลับไทยมากแต่ก็ไม่มีทางเลือกอะไร คือจริงๆมีเรียนแบบเรียนภาษานอกโรงเรียน แต่ตอนเรามาพ่อเลี้ยงเราให้เข้า high school เลย ทั้งๆที่ไม่รู้เรื่องภาษาอังกฤษเลย เรามา 1 ปีแล้วแต่ยังไม่ค่อยเข้าใจเพราะตอนอยู่ไทยเราอ่อนอังกฤษมากจริงๆ ไม่รู้เรื่องไม่เข้าใจ แต่ตอนนี้สื่อสารได้บางอย่าง เข้าใจบ้างไม่เข้าใจบ้าง ตอนนี้ขึ้น year11 แล้ว ต้องแต่งเรื่องแต่ไม่รู้ต้องใช้เทคนิคยังไง คำศัพท์ก็รู้แต่คำ simple คิดเป็นภาษไทยได้แต่พอเขียนเป็นภาษาอังกฤษมันไม่ค่อย make sence เท่าไหร่ หนักใจมากๆเวลาก็ใกล้ส่งเข้ามาทุกที เราอยากถามเพื่อนที่เป็นคนไทยแต่ก็กลัวจะรบกวนเขาเกินไปเพราะงานการบ้านเขาก็เยอะพอๆกับเรา เขามา 2 ปีแล้วก็ดูเก่งแล้ว เรียนรู้เรื่อง สื่อสารรู้เรื่อง ก็หวังว่าสักวันจะทำได้แบบเขาบ้าง แต่ตอนนี้ยังทำไม่ได้เลย อยากถามว่าใครมีวิธีแนะนำการเขียนเรื่อง การใช้ประโยคบ้างคะ แต่งเรื่องไว้แล้ว ใครสามารถช่วนอ่านแล้วแก้ไขบางส่วนให้ได้รบกวนช่วยหน่อยนะคะ รบกวนจริงๆค่ะ
I am a frustrated person, but before I became a frustrated person I am just a regular person. Now they call me a psychosis. That would be a promotion if it were not that I remain as a frustrated person in their eyes as before. But now I do not resent it, even they look at me like a monster. I did not feel so sad as I look at them. But I was Sad because they do not know that truth and I do know it. Oh, how hard it is to be the only one who knows the truth! But they won’t understand that. No, they won’t understand it.
In old days I to be regular people. I had always been a regular person, but something has happened to make me be a frustrated person. When I was twenty years old, the raining day I saw a girl not put on the shirt run out from three men, and a girl fell over on the floor. The street was empty, and there was scarcely anyone to be seen. The three men violated her, and I run into helping her. But I cannot fight with their powers, they attacked me. They violated a girl in front of me, but I cannot do anything to help her because I fell over in the floor and look at the three men violating a girl, I just shout out louder “Help her!” before I fainted. Next day I work up with guilt at the hospital and saw a girl next to my bed. I did not know what happens after I fainted. She got tied to bed she was in terror about that day, and screaming, kept crying out some words, “Please don’t, please don’t!” I looked at her I did not say a word. She was Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, it has a very strong reaction to extreme and distressing events that day. After I turned back to my bed, suddenly I felt that it was a gloomy every night, whether every time I think about that day the girl run out from three men. I remember every action of three men did to the girl that I cannot help her. It’s beginning to rain, and rain had been falling all day, and it had been a cold, gloomy. Suddenly at night, it had stopped, I stood on the balcony looked the sky was horribly dark. And was followed by a horrible dampness, colder and memory of that day. I walked to home similarly every night I did, but it difference feeling. It was felt damped, despond and I decided to kill all three men after I kill them I will back to kill myself that night, I wanted an escape from the worst memory. I had firmly determined to do so three months before, and poor as I was, I bought a gun and revolver that very day, and I loaded it, I put in my drawer. I went to learned martial arts. I went to visit the girl every day sometimes I heard some word from her “Please help! Please don’t” made me more ireful to the three men coupled with felt guilty to her. But three months had passed and it was still lying in my drawer. I was so indifferent that I wanted to seize a moment when I would not be so indifferent, why, I don’t know. And so for three months every night that I came home, I thought I would kill the three men and then shoot myself. I kept waiting for the right moment. I went outside “come out!” shouted to find the three men and shot the tree around the street. People around there looked at me like a fanatic and called me psychosis.
One day I went to visit the girl, she looked at m
yes transmit to me felt painful and despair, I understood and rubbed her head. “Thank you,” she said with a gentle sound, she hugged me and cried a lot and I came back to my home looking at the skywalk to my arm-chair, table, and sofa. I sit on my arm-chair with candlelight and began thinking. I have to kill them or I have to let them go? I have to shoot myself or I have to stop to think to kill myself? What should I do? What is the right thing? I kept thinking. I stay awake till daybreak and have been going on like that for the last year. I sit up all night in my arm-chair at the table, doing nothing. I only read by day. A whole candle is burnt every night. I sat down quietly at the table, took out the gun and put it down before me. When I had put it down I asked myself. “Should I?” and answered with complete conviction “Should be!” That is, I shall kill them and shoot myself that night for certain, but how much longer I should go on sitting at the table I did not know. And no doubt I haven’t thought to kill people or shot myself if it had not been for that girl.
Though nothing mattered to me, I could feel pain. I more felt pity the girl that night and I want to help her, but nothing in life ought to have mattered to me. Why was it that all at once I did not feel a strange pang, quite incongruous in my position. Really I do not know better how to convey my feeling sensation at the moment. I tried to find the right thing I asked myself repeatedly what is the right thing? “What is the right thing?” I shouted that. I almost get it. It seemed clear to me that life and that world somehow depended upon me now. “Knock Knock!” suddenly I heard sound knock on the door, I opened the door. That girl standing with her smiled and she gave me hugged “I come to thank you for that day if I don’t have you that day I'd probably die and the three men in the jail.” I felt sentimental and jubilant, became aware accuracy, everything fixes my consciousness, made me found the right thing. I found what I want, I just wanted the girl secured because I cannot help her on that day that made me wanted to tackle with three people instead of her, but now I understood everything it’s not better if I do like my imagination. I kept going in my life and back to be a regular person.
นี่คือส่วนที่แต่งไว้ถ้าใครมีคำแนะนำอะไรรบกวนทีนะคะ ขอบคุณล่วงหน้าค่ะ
เขียน story writing ภาษาอังกฤษ
I am a frustrated person, but before I became a frustrated person I am just a regular person. Now they call me a psychosis. That would be a promotion if it were not that I remain as a frustrated person in their eyes as before. But now I do not resent it, even they look at me like a monster. I did not feel so sad as I look at them. But I was Sad because they do not know that truth and I do know it. Oh, how hard it is to be the only one who knows the truth! But they won’t understand that. No, they won’t understand it.
In old days I to be regular people. I had always been a regular person, but something has happened to make me be a frustrated person. When I was twenty years old, the raining day I saw a girl not put on the shirt run out from three men, and a girl fell over on the floor. The street was empty, and there was scarcely anyone to be seen. The three men violated her, and I run into helping her. But I cannot fight with their powers, they attacked me. They violated a girl in front of me, but I cannot do anything to help her because I fell over in the floor and look at the three men violating a girl, I just shout out louder “Help her!” before I fainted. Next day I work up with guilt at the hospital and saw a girl next to my bed. I did not know what happens after I fainted. She got tied to bed she was in terror about that day, and screaming, kept crying out some words, “Please don’t, please don’t!” I looked at her I did not say a word. She was Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, it has a very strong reaction to extreme and distressing events that day. After I turned back to my bed, suddenly I felt that it was a gloomy every night, whether every time I think about that day the girl run out from three men. I remember every action of three men did to the girl that I cannot help her. It’s beginning to rain, and rain had been falling all day, and it had been a cold, gloomy. Suddenly at night, it had stopped, I stood on the balcony looked the sky was horribly dark. And was followed by a horrible dampness, colder and memory of that day. I walked to home similarly every night I did, but it difference feeling. It was felt damped, despond and I decided to kill all three men after I kill them I will back to kill myself that night, I wanted an escape from the worst memory. I had firmly determined to do so three months before, and poor as I was, I bought a gun and revolver that very day, and I loaded it, I put in my drawer. I went to learned martial arts. I went to visit the girl every day sometimes I heard some word from her “Please help! Please don’t” made me more ireful to the three men coupled with felt guilty to her. But three months had passed and it was still lying in my drawer. I was so indifferent that I wanted to seize a moment when I would not be so indifferent, why, I don’t know. And so for three months every night that I came home, I thought I would kill the three men and then shoot myself. I kept waiting for the right moment. I went outside “come out!” shouted to find the three men and shot the tree around the street. People around there looked at me like a fanatic and called me psychosis.
One day I went to visit the girl, she looked at m
Though nothing mattered to me, I could feel pain. I more felt pity the girl that night and I want to help her, but nothing in life ought to have mattered to me. Why was it that all at once I did not feel a strange pang, quite incongruous in my position. Really I do not know better how to convey my feeling sensation at the moment. I tried to find the right thing I asked myself repeatedly what is the right thing? “What is the right thing?” I shouted that. I almost get it. It seemed clear to me that life and that world somehow depended upon me now. “Knock Knock!” suddenly I heard sound knock on the door, I opened the door. That girl standing with her smiled and she gave me hugged “I come to thank you for that day if I don’t have you that day I'd probably die and the three men in the jail.” I felt sentimental and jubilant, became aware accuracy, everything fixes my consciousness, made me found the right thing. I found what I want, I just wanted the girl secured because I cannot help her on that day that made me wanted to tackle with three people instead of her, but now I understood everything it’s not better if I do like my imagination. I kept going in my life and back to be a regular person.
นี่คือส่วนที่แต่งไว้ถ้าใครมีคำแนะนำอะไรรบกวนทีนะคะ ขอบคุณล่วงหน้าค่ะ