essay #6

Assalamualaikum :)

Trial SPM 2012 Melaka English paper

Epilogue of an Awesome Chapter of Life

By : Jasmine Haiza Khalid Lee

“ A chapter’s ending

But the stories only just begun

A page is turning for everyone

So I’m moving on, letting go

I’m holding on ‘til tomorrow

I always got the memories

While I’m finding out who I’m gonna be

We might be apart but I hope you’ll always know

You’ll be with me

Wherever I go”

                People say music is the language of the soul, so I assumed the “Wherever I go-Miley Cyrus” really did speak my heart out. I would be leaving this school soon, but the memories would forever be a part of me. For five years, Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan Lembah Bidong had been my loyal companion, witnessing the life, the laughters and tears of a Jasmine Haiza. Being a student in a boarding school, I spent most of my growing years in the pink concrete buildings. Forget the books, I even learnt new experiences, experiences I would never get outside of this school. Apart from that, by observing other students, I learnt about people behaviour. You would not get any of that in books, right?

                Most important, I was fortuned to meet great teachers in my five years of schooling. Cikgu Mat Alwi, Mrs. Mounier, Madam Azimah and puan Kaseh just to name a few. My favourite? Well, since I have  a great interest in the English Language, I love the teachers just as well. Mrs. Mounier and Madam Azimah did a great job in giving me the picture of being an English teacher-my ambition. Yes, I owed all my teachers big time but my special gratitude surely won by these two iron lady. Beside the lesson I had mentioned earlier, I also learnt about friendship. Cik Jay, Qyla and McYe had been, and still are my true friends, my bedmates, my partners in crime since we were in Form One. Five years and still standing. I love you, friends.

                Yet, everything had its ups and down, so did my life in secondary school. I probably should not spill but just so you know, I had had a bad time with my teachers. I was not glad about it but I had no one else to blame. I often left my homework to pile up unfinished, lazy me. At one point, I busied myself with debate, the march team, the ever famous Spell-It-Right competition, anything, EVERYTHING which made me missed my classes. Lets just say the teachers were not so fond of my absence. No regrets, though. Our marching team fought our way to national and placed fourth when I was in Form Two. In Form Four I joined the speech choir team and although we did not win, we got the best script award. What matter most was the joy we had. Not to boast, but I also won the Embassy of the United States Celebrating Diversity Essay Contest national level so I guess all these achievements can be considered as my contribution to the school. As for the best moment, I think the the winner goes to being-on-the-roof moment. It was something i had NEVER in my life thought I would do and I felt so big and it was one of the ‘I’m-on-top-of-the-world!’ moment. That was the magic of being a teenager, indeed.

                Well, I had spilled too much already so I better stop here. What I hope is that this school continues to shine among the others. I saw great potentials in my juniors and and I will always pray for the school’s glory, to be known worldwide as one of the greatest school in this country.

Dearest teachers, friends and juniors,

                Do pray for me and my friends in pursuing our dreams. You guys will always stay in my heart. Till next time, have a good day.

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Continuous Writing : End your story with “.........goodbye forever.”

               

Hi. My name is V. My real name? Melissa Ann. But that was in the past and I prefer being regarded as V now. Why V? I have been asked a lot and many a time I just shrugged. I just, did not see it as a necessity-for them to know the reason why. In this new place however, they thought it was my real name, as if ‘Vee’ in Veronica or else and yeah, I liked it better that way. But why V? Sometimes, when I laid my head down on the grass while gazing at the stars, I asked myself, why V? I am turning forty next weekend and I figured that being just capital V was not quite suitable for a woman my age. It made me think and often, I was drifted away back to twenty-four years ago, when I first met Master Chen. Suddenly I saw him twenty-four years younger, fighting the bad boys of the alley where I laid my cardboard bed.

“ Are you okay? What’s your name?”

 “ I don’t have a name.” Monotonous. Fierce eyes refusing to leave his.

“ Sure you have a name. What were you doing here and, where’s your mom?”

“ I don’t have a mom! Hey, you seem like a guy who knows how to fight. Can you teach me         how to kill? I must not let them get away. The man who shot down my dad, my stepfather, my mom, the jerks at school. They must pay. THEY did this to me. I, I don’t know what I did wrong. I HATE THEM! Arrghh!!!” 

“ Hey, easy there. I’ll call my assistant. For the time being, lets just call you V, okay?”

Noticing my puzzled face, he explained that V stands for vendetta, for the anger I had in me, for the hatred my eyes displayed. Before long, I was already seated on the cushion  of his black Hummel, as the engine worked its way through the traffic to Master Chen’s academy. A SPY academy. The ten acre land streches from the suburb, untouched by the costly price of urbanisation. Fenced by the nature, no human eyes could detect this camouflaging structure. Master Chen indeed, know how to deceive human’s bare eyes. It is after all, a secret institution. As I took my first step onto the ground, my body betrayed me and showed insecurity when all I need to show was bravery. In the car, I had decided that if I wanted to be one of Master Chen’s trainee, I had to be a tough one, the strongest of all. But I failed myself. Why should not I? Clank. Clank. Clank. Went the sound of the swords, intensity of aura filled the open air. People were battling, or should I say practising and I watched as dummies fell onto the ground, either halved or sliced into parts. The atmosphere was torturing, and I went straight hugging Master Chen, feeling the presence of a father.

I felt his hand caressing my golden hair as he murmured some shh-shh. He was not so a father. His guard was up, his body was still stiff of my hug. Watching a lot of superhero movies back when I still had a home, I concluded that like other superheroes, Master Chen did not have a family. He led me into the hall, where I felt my eyes burned and I burst into tears. Inside, my wall broke and my eyes  watered as I told the unperfect stories of mine.

First I told him and Tara, his assistant the story of me being kidnapped. How my father paid the best service he could get to save me. How he was willing to pay his last dime on my ransom. But as the perpetrators realised that policemen were involved, they went outrageous and shot a blind bullet which went straight to my father’s forehead. Being just seven years old, I could only scream in terror as the criminals fled. Not long after Father’s death, Mother got married with Alan, a psychologist. For me, he was a psychopath himself, a beast! When Mother was sent outstation, he took control of the house and fed his animalistic desire on me. When I told Mother about this, she accused me of making up that story, unable to accept Alan as my new Papa. Blindfolded by his overwhelming love, Mother disowned me as her one and only daughter. I was not surprised when she kicked me out of the house for I could see her eyes bleeding love for Alan, more love than she ever showed me.

When Master Chen found me, I was already living my lonesome life for a week, trying hard to survive in the place where happily ever after did not exist. Then I believed, happily ever after maybe was not real, and I would not get my fairytale ending. But one thing for sure, kindness was still lingering around those who longed for it.

Tara then showed me around, huddling me in her amiable arm after the major breakdown. Master Chen followed behind and I saw that his students really respected him. During the trip, I met a cute boy at the first glance. The boy, introduced as Mark, was assigned to be my mentor for the first two months. I did not know if it was me, or the tinge of malice I felt from his glare was real. 

As my head flashed back those memories, my mind also wandered to the time Mark patiently trained me, teaching all the coolest moves and and techniques, moulding me to become an all-star spy. He showed me no mercy. The early wake-up-calls, the non-stop hours in front of the punching bag, the tech-gadgets lesson, the code-of-the-spy classes. But that torturing really did pay off. I became Master Chen’s favourite, catching envious eyes as I walked pass the corridor. Mark, on the other hand, became my best friend. It was not long before we realised that we needed each other more than just by being best friends. It was against the spy code, to be in love with your colleague. But it was a feeling we could not resist, and so we continued our forbidden love. When we could no longer bear the feeling, we arranged a rendezvous at a hill not far from the academy, but hidden enough not to be caught by the other spies. Mark was so sweet and I dreamt of marrying him as our finger intertwined. The world was ours, until one day when Mark gone MIA. Missing. In. Action.

I cried myself to sleep every night. I missed my place in his protecting arms. I missed the excitement I felt inside when his lips touched mine. I missed the butterflies in my stomach that kept fluttering as soon as I  saw him. But he was gone, with no trace that left me off track in my search for him. I was ruining from inside, having to bear the pain all to myself. And it was not the end of my sorrow. I was sent to Moscow for a mission in mid-January, 2011. After spending four days there, I got a late call from Tara. Master Chen was shot. I took the first flight back home. When I arrived at the airport, Tara hugged me tightly, knowing how close I was with Master Chen. I could only let pearls of tear making a stream down my cheek as I saw Master Chen’s pallid body lying on the hospital bed. The doctors could do nothing to save him. I had lost my guru, my father. It was then I swore to myself that I would seek revenge. I knew if he was alive, Master Chen would not approve this. It was because of him that I stop hoping to kill my stepfather and those people. “ An eye for an eye makes the world go blind”, he said. But not this time. I would not live in peace before I catch the killer. And so my search began.

It was not an easy task. It almost seemed like I was sent to a wild goose chase. I was about to give up when I found a clue. A big one. A diary. Not an ordinary one, it belonged to one of Master Chen’s students. A diary with “What’s so special about her? Master Chen is so unfair. If he doesn’t love me, I’ll make sure HE WON’T LOVE ANYBODY ELSE. Bye, Master “ in red letters. So that was it? That was the killing all about? Jealousy? I felt a sudden anger. I knew this person, the killer. And to think that he killed Master Chen out of jealousy was ridiculous. We were so close, the killer and I. Why did he do such a stupid thing? So I tracked him. The hunt costed me three months of time, and lots of energy too. But I succeed. He looked shocked when I purposely bumped myself into him in a cafe an hour from the academy. I bet he did not expect to see me there, huh? I did not wait for long. The opportunity was right in front of me. I told him that I needed a private conversation and asked him to follow me into a park. When the coast was clear, I pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Gloomy cloud formed above my head. Then came the rain as I bade farewell to the body lying on the ground.

Goodbye, killer of Master Chen.

Goodbye, my friend.

Goodbye, my trainer.

Goodbye, Mark.

Goodbye, the love of my life.

Goodbye forever.

     

i love this. really.

first, because Jasmine Haiza is a reflection of the real me.

no lies.

second, because Vee is actually what I always wanted to be.

a spy, a secret agent.

a person whose life motto is to create a better world

a person who's dedicated her whole life to guns and actions and things like that

now how cool is that, right?

but of course cut out that killer part :|

haaaaaa*sigh*

Happy reading and have a nice day! :)

essay #5

Assalamualaikum :)

write an essay about cleanliness.

“Chirp Chirp. Grandpa, are we there yet?”

                

            Grandpa Finch nodded his beak while landing his feet on a branch of an angsana tree. Blu frowned. This new place is just too….unusual. No tall buildings, no big, LED advertisement board (of which one of his friend died, hitting it) and just few cars passing by. Strange. It felt like being stranded on a deserted island. Where were the other birds?

“Throw that wrinkle away. This is your new home now, little ones. Get used to it. Oh and don’t worry, you will meet your new friends soon.”

 “But Grandpa, why did Mom and Dad ask me to live with you? I’m growing up, yeah, but I still need their attention, you know. What it is with all this changes?!” protested Blu.

“Your friend died of pollution, Blu. The city is no longer a safe place for you. Unless you want your epitaph to be ‘the bird who died eating rubbish’, then by all means, go back to that ‘heaven’ of yours. Kids nowadays....” Grandpa Finch released a deep sigh.

                 Touche. Blu knew well about life in the city. He was just three years old but long enough to witness the hustle and bustle of the busy place. Blu remembered the first time he went out, with Dad. ‘Taking some fresh, outside air’, he said. ‘Live your wonderful life of a bird’, he said. Bah. The air was FILTHY and the drain, oh the drain was overflowed with food wrappers, plastic cups and even toxic from irresponsible industrial buildings. Frolicking? Yeah, he remembered frolicking, just before he was about to be hit by a drunken lorry driver. Not just that, he coughed badly after his ‘meet’ with the grey, thick smoke from the exhaust of a petroleum truck. An hour from home and he was already traumatized. It took him three years to carry on with the hectic life. Three years before he fully adjusted himself to the city.

                As they were flying to get to Grandpa’s house; a large nest on a mango tree, Blu asked about how the people here manage to keep a healthy environment.

“Oh. It was their attitude actually. These people in the rural area, well, let’s just say to stay clean is their priority. They have factories just like in the city, but the wastes are properly disposed. And they have what they called ‘dustbin’, and were NOT afraid to use it. Unlike those urban people. Another thing is they like to organize ‘gotong-royong’ in their residential area. Very hygienic. One time, I was lingering in the school compound and guess what? They even taught the WATCH OUT!!!”

‘Slap! A twig hit me. Ouch. Welcoming much, huh?’

  “I should kept my gaze forward. Uh-huh. And you were saying?”

                Grandpa Finch shook his head and continued.

“Oh right. The teachers here taught the preschoolers to care for their hygiene. They were still toddlers! Not actually, but you get my point. It’s good to see that the community care so much about their cleanliness. That’s why you, young lad, should stay here. It’s good for your growth. Okay, to cheer you up, this evening I will take you for a breathtaking trip to the beach. You know, Terengganu is famous for its beautiful clean sandy beaches.”

                Sounds like a deal to Blu. He always loved the beaches, especially the ones with crystal clear water. Whenever he felt down or when he got the blues, beaches were his remedies. The beach, somehow, was his ecstasy. Sigh. ‘Will my grandchildren have this opportunity to experience clean beaches tomorrow?’ Blu thought.

“Deal. Oh wow! We’re here. Grandma! Grandma, I’m back!” Blu shouted at the top of his lung.

“Come on in.” chanted Grandma Finch. “Lunch is already served. Phew. It’s been a long time since you last ate my cooking, ay? But I’m sorry sweetheart. I could not find any fat, juicy worms. The soil here was so contaminated, it’s killing them from inside.”

   “I’m a big boy now, Grandma. I can look for my own food now, no worries. But, is it really that bad? Not the village too! Aww.” Mourned Blu.

“ As peaceful as it might seemed, don’t be deceived by the nature, Blu. Human being were irresponsible these days. They despised pollutions, yet they were still the number one culprit. Numero uno, I tell ya. Then what? Blame Mother Nature? Ha. Ha.”

                Whoa. Grandma was good in being sarcastic. They ate their lunch, the table was full with laughter and talks about hygiene was still heard. That evening, as promised, Blu went to the beach with Grandpa Finch. Grandma did not join them for she had to go to the town after reading an obituary of her friend in the E.V Mail-newspaper for birds. Her friend, Grandma Bulbul died due to high fever. She was overheated. Change of climate caused by humans affected the ecosystem, putting the life of each and every people at risk. R.I.P Grandma Bulbul. As Grandma Finch bade goodbye, Grandpa Finch face changed and he murmured….,

“Grandma never said goodbye. She hated it. The words were always ‘seen you soon’, never ‘goodbye’.” Concerned.

                Nevertheless, Grandpa pushed the bad feeling aside and continued their plan to the picture perfect beach. Peace. Serenity. It never occurred in their mind that what awaited for them is far beyond their wildest imagination.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Finch. We did our best to save her. Unfortunately, her lung was badly damaged. She was killed by the heartless smoke from open burning and then as she felt, she landed into a basin full with foam, used by the kids to play. Too much sodium laureth sulphate. We are terribly sorry.”

“It’s all human! It’s their fault, they killed my wife. They will pay for this!”

Grandpa’s voice changed from high note to low then to high again.  He was overwhelmed by rage. Being the state leader of the bird community, he summoned all his army. War is about to begin. Vendetta. They have waited for this moment to come. For ages, the humans were responsible for the death of their friend, their families, their loved ones. Baby birds were left with no parents, having to become orphans at such early age. Husband lost his wife, wife losing her husband were nothing unusual. Grandpa decided that they had enough. They have to stand tall. No more will they become victims. No more will they lose hope. It is time to fight back. It is time to stand for their right, to defense their habitat from further destruction. Doomsday? No, this is far worst. Strategies were planned. Intellectuals from across the state called a meeting. It is ON.

Eyes on fire

And the burn from all the tears

I’ve been crying

I’ve been dying over you

Tie a knot in a rope

Trying to hope

But there’s nothing to grab to

So I’ll let go

I think I finally had enough

I think I maybe think too much

I think this might be in for us

So blow me one last kiss

I would do what I please

And anything that I want

I would breathe

I would worry it all

You would pay for your sins

You’ll be sorry my dear

Those two last lines of Blow Me One Last Kiss by Pink were the reason why they choose this song as the ‘theme song of riot’. You would pay for your sins. You will be sorry.

* * * * * * * * * *

               

Done. Grandpa Finch was the most satisfied bird. The states were now conquered by the bird clan. Blood on the asphalt, dead bodies lying on the ground and pebbles everywhere. Yes, pebbles. The human crucial phase was to deal with the downpour of pebbles from thousands of birds. Blu was not excluded. As the grandson of the mastermind, he was trusted to lead an army of bulbul to attack East Terengganu. He could still vividly recall the glorious moment, the shouts and screams of homo sapiens. It was no fun, having to kill innocent lives but somebody must pay. Blu remembered his Mom once said, “an eye for an eye makes the world go blind”. Sorry Mom, the world was already blind.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Hey big guy, are you still on Earth?” Grandpa Finch patted Blu’s back.

“Ha! Ha! I was just………thinking. Grandpa?”

“Yes?”

“Were you not sad? What would you do next? Sit down and watch as the humans kept killing us little by little and destroying the Earth? We need to seek revenge, Grandpa.” Blu’s thought spoke for itself.

“Blu. A chapter’s ending, but the story’s only just begun. It’s a new beginning for us. Besides, revenge? Us, birds? With what, our droppings? Ha! Ha!” grandpa laughed hard.

“Well, I was thinking pebbles.” Blu shrugged.

                There is a price for every improvement. Our life was getting better, but the Earth is getting sicker. Human had been destroying Earth with all these technologies. Now take a minute and think, what if the nature really did seek revenge upon us? 

this is an essay I wrote for a competition about cleanliness.

Negeri Bersih Rakyat Sihat kot nama dia.

it's lack of information about hygiene =.= i know

but most of the time people will write "boring" essays when it comes to this sort of comp.

I, decided not to.

and my junior/friend/awesome debate member, Alin wrote an essay about alien.

cool kan?

there are sooooooo many ways to make your essay less boring.

so, get a piece of paper, a pen and start writing!

Happy reading and have a nice day ! :)

Essay #4

Assalamualaikum J

Write a story starting with “ I was shocked to hear that.........”

                I was shocked to hear that Tiggy was dead for almost six months.

“ Hello? Are you still there?...” Ignoring the zookeeper’s voice, I ran out of my room, banging the door with anger.

“ Mom!”, I shouted. “ Mom, where are you?!” I screamed at the top of my lung, feeling the blood rushing through my vein. I was boiling with fury.

“ Yes, sweetheart?”, Mom’s sweet voice could no longer ease me.

“ Why didn’t you tell me that Tiggy was already dead? Why Mom?!”

I saw her face grew ashen. Mom paused for a second, conducting sentences in her brain, trying hard not to raise my anger. Then she explained that I was facing my examination when Tiggy died of infection. ‘ What?! Oh come on! Exams were never an excuse!’ I thought.

I escaped her embrace, stomping my way to my favourite fake tree house. Tiggy was no longer alive. She was just a tiger, but she meant a lot to me. When I needed a shoulder to cry on, she pat my back with her paws, knowing that she could not offer me her shoulder. When I injured myself, she sniffed my wound with her wet nose and licked it with her pink tongue, hoping to give an antiseptic effect. After 8 years of friendship, why did she has to go? I had other friends. Friend that did not have the slightest meaning of what friendship were about. But why Tiggy?

As I was questioning the fate of life, Mom came. Without a word, she hugged me. Without a word, she burst into tears. After five minutes of sobbing, her voice spoke out.

 “Baby, please don’t cry. I loved Tiggy as much as you do. I raised her! And I know I had to be strong for you, but I can’t. I’m sorry. I need you to know that I missed Tiggy as much as you do. I’m sorry, Ashley.”

I was stunned. Mom never cried in front of me. I saw her crying once in the kitchen when Dad passed away, but she denied it. Just something got into her eyes, she said. Heh. Typical. But now, I saw her weak side. Mom too, could no longer bear the pain of losing, again, alone.

We started our kiss and tell. Mom never told me anything about Dad but now, she was trying to let it all out. Mom said that Dad was working on land and that land was a very frightening world to live in. My brain started imagining what it would be like, living on The Cursed World. I had never set foot on the land. I was born underwater, in a utopian city mankind had built after the Earth’s crisis. Global warming and wars had turned the earth into a battle field. She continued that Dad was working for the army, and got killed when a bomb by the enemy exploded. I listened carefully as Mom recalled her moment of pain.

Holding back her tears, she continued telling me stories. When  she heard that Dad was no longer alive, she fainted. I was still in her womb at that time, waiting another month to see the world. When I was born, she named me Ashley Gir, after the Gir Forest National Park where Dad spent his last moment. A year later, she  adopted Tiggy. Working as a veterinar, it was not hard for her. The procedure was easy as the Safari no longer exist and the animals needed shelters. Mom lived her life as a single mother, trying to raise us two and giving the best she could for Tiggy and my growing years. Yet, she regretted nothing. She knew Dad loved tigers and were happy with her decision.

I grew up with Tiggy. We were like real sisters except for the fact that she was a tiger and I am a human being. But that did not stop us from always being with each others. Of course there were mean whispers, saying that I was a weird girl. ‘Animals are pets, not friends’, they said. But they did not have an idea of what being friends with Tiggy felt like. Tiggy was better than those sassy girls in school. In fact, she was a good listener, although she did not have the ability to give advice. Even Mom agreed with me.

After our long talk, we looked at each other and smiled. Tiggy was no longer here in this house but deep inside, we believed that she was still looking at us. Mom told me that after an animal died, she would be our guardian. Now, Tiggy would be MY guardian. Having the thought of that, I felt safe. I knew that all the places in the underwater world would be a haven, with Tiggy’s spirit protecting me. I love you, Tiggy. We all do.

p/s : Tiggy, if you were reading this from above, I was not crying. I was sweating, through my eyes.

Hi!

essay about an unusual relationship with an animal.

well, this is for my midyear exam but I had the idea since a month before that, i guess?

listen, umm
 just go beyond your wildest imagination when writing okay?
kot =.='

Happy reading and have a nice night?

essay #3

Assalamualaikum J

Write an essay about the meaning of beauty

                I stared at the sky, feeling empty. For these past two days, no azure sky could be seen, only dark, gloomy colour with its matching cloud as if they too, had felt the same way that we did. Today, standing on a graveyard, I could not stop my tears from running down my cheek. I kept wondering whether I was dreaming but my instinct told me the opposite. I had never thought that one day I would be losing Adam. I had never thought that I would be at his funeral.

                I remembered the first time I met him. It was June the third, and I was crying like a little girl at teh corridor. It was my first day at a new school and everything seemed harsh for a spoilt girl like me. Born with a silver spoon in my mouth, I had never been to a school, let alone  an ordinary one! I had tutors from across the country teaching me at my family’s mansion before. Can you imagine, I was bullied on the very fisrt moment I stepped in the school compound? Already missing home, I tried to call Papa and Mama but there was no answer from both of them. So I continued weeping until “snap!”. Someone was taking a picture of me, crying! It was Adam.

                He sat right next to me and started asking why I was crying. I told him everything and he said five words which I still remember until now, “Don’t worry. I’m right here”. For a minute, I felt so secure with him. Later on he showed me the picture he had just took and I scolded him because I thought it was ugly. Confidently he said, “No, it’s not. It’s beautiful.” And then he smiled. He told me that everything in this world is beautiful once you open your mind to things around you. And since then we became bosom friends. He accepted me for who I was the same went for me. 

                Born and raised in a wealthy family, I had never been taught to appreciate little things that made life beautiful. As for me, the meaning of beauty stands for Versace dresses, Louis Vuitton handbag and places which cost a lot of money to go there. I had always thought that beauty had to come with a price until one day Adam snapped at me. It was prom night and I was wearing a designer’s dress with an expensive handmade corsage. Feeling flawless, I joined the other pretty girls and started our kiss and tell. We judged other girls’ cheap dresses and if they were unlucky, some of the mean girls will make fun of them. Out of the blue, Adam came to me and said, “The girl you had just made fun of is an orphan. She had to work after school just to get some money for that dress. Unlike you, she didn’t have much but she’s way better than you and your snobbish friend. And oh by the way, I like her dress more than yours..”. Then he left with an angry face.

                I was stunned. How could he tell me such thing? I was just having fun. But as I sat on the bleachers outside the gymnasium, I realised something. I realised that all this time Adam was trying to show me what beauty is all about. He tried to open my eyes and mind. That was the reason why he had lost his temper, because I still underestimated other people without knowing their circumstances. I still have not learnt what beauty is. After half an hour of silence, I went to look for Adam. He was at the garden, taking pictures of flowers at night. I recalled he once told me that “ You can find beauty even in the darkest condition”. That was his passion. Beauty and photography. He always wanted to show the world the beauty that he saw so he thought taking pictures of them is the best way.

               

                I walked closer and poked his shoulder. He startled  a bit and continued what he was doing after seeing me. I giggled at first but realising he was still angry, I apologised. And it was awkward because I had always been the type that was not easy to seek for forgiveness. He knew about this and I sensed that he was surprised by my words of apology. Then he turned around and smiled.

                “ I forgive you,” he said. “ But promise me not to look down at others again.”

                I agreed and smiled back. That was when I noticed I had changed. I had changed to a better me.

                One day he showed me a picture of a Myanmar girl, smiling in the rain. I told him that it was beautiful. He told me that it had not rained for almost one year when the picture was taken. The people of the Myanmar village had to drink and take water from untrusted sources. And he told me that in the picture, it was the first rain after one year. He also told me that the girl’s brother had died the day before the picture was taken due to infection. Suddenly I no longer saw rain drop and smile, I only saw tears and sorrow on the girl’s face. Adam told me, that was beauty in another way.

                Growing up with Adam, I realised he saw beauty in everything and most importantly, he had taught me the meaning of beauty.  

Ahh. This is for my TOV, 2012. And I kinda like wait no, LOVE this essay

sebab hee macam matured je kan?

And ingat lagi bumped into Madam Azimah at anjung multaqa pastu she said

“ I almost cry reading your essay...”

(Which mean essay aku tu bagussssss owyeahh)

Pastu aku pon jawab la, no it was awful takde letak lots of idiom whatsoever

(Sungguh masa ni low level of confident lagi)

That was actually what I thought about a good essay.

Turns out I was WRONG! =.=’

Madam cakap a good essay tak depends on idioms and expression semata,

Tapi depends on the plot, the storyline, the mood of the essay.

So yeah, since then I pretty much gain confident bits by bits,

That maybe I am a good writer after all bwahhaha perasannnn

Rome was not built in one day, right?

Kena terus usaha!

But,

You see how much your words mean to another person even bila kau rasa apa yang kau cakap tu biasa2 je?

So think before you talk.

 Happy reading and have  a nice day J

essay #2

Assalamualaikum J

Start your essay with “ I saw a light suddenly appear......”

                I saw a light suddenly appeared right in front of us and crashed into our backyard. My sister, Brianna just smiled and said, “Hurry up! That’s your call....” then I realised I was still viewing the glittering skies through the window sill. I rushed downstairs and shouted, “Mom, Adam’s here! I’m gonna be back late. He comes only once  a year!”. Mom was already waiting for me at the bottom of the staircase. Almost tripping, I grinned and kissed her goodbye. Enthusiastic more than ever, I tweaked the wooden doorknob. There! Standing right in front of me, a figure I had been waiting for what seemed like forever. ‘He’s getting taller’, I thought. And I smiled.

                I still remembered the first time I met Adam. I was staring at the azure sky, barely able to see because tears were covering my sight. I just got dumped by a total jerk! He brought me to the beach, told me that we were through and left me crying pathetically. I should have known we would ended up this way, he was never a good boyfriend. Who am I kidding? He is the richest guy in town and I am just a typical girl next door. It was lucky enough he asked me out. I was about to drown myself when suddenly I saw a dot in the sky getting bigger. It was a UFO! I blinked my eyes twice  and pinched myself hard. Ouch! I was not dreaming!

                Before I could do anything, I watched in astonishment as the object crashed before my very eyes. My heart was pounding, adrenaline running fast. But my curiosity was beyond my fear. Reluctantly, I neared the spaceship. Out of the blue, a grey door opened and  a creature leapt out of the badly damaged flying object.

                “ Ah, hello there earthling! Can I be your friend?”

                My jaw dropped. Wait! ‘Aren’t aliens supposed to be green in colour with an antena on their head and a take-me-to-your-leader punchline? This is just to weird’ I thought. He was just like an ordinary human being!

                “ My name’s Adam. What’s yours? And why do you look so miserable?”

                The talkative alien spoke again. I told him my name and said that a boy just broke my fragile heart. He symphatised with me and told me he had a brilliant idea. First, he told me to buy a dozen of egg and a roll of toilet paper. So I took him to the grocery store and we shopped for half an hour. He even bought an ice-cream because he said he never tasted the ‘cold colourful yummy-looking thing’ before. Then I brought him home.

                Mom was surprised when I brought an outsider to our resident. I told her everything and begged so that she allowed Adam to leave after two days. Finally, she compromised. In my room, I served him nachos. To my surprise, he used his small device to enlarge our nachos. It was fun, to eat that scrumptious enormous food between just the two of us. We giggled and had tonnes of fun in my room that evening.    

                Later that night, he woke me up at 2 o’clock in the morning and ordered me to follow him. He brought me to his spaceship which he had already fixed. I got in and he started the engine. At first, it felt like the earth was shaking and then our journey was smooth. When we were floating above my house, he asked me about my ex-boyfriend’s house. I pointed out to the yellow mansion. He drove us exactly to the asphalt in front of my ex-boyfriend’s porch and handed me the egg we had bought earlier. We were going to egg the house! I had never done such thing in my entire life! Adam told me not to be afraid so I did not. My first shot landed on the front door. I stood bolt upright as I feared I had woke someone up. But there was only the wind whistling, not a single sound from inside the house. Adam and I kept on egging the house until all twelve eggs had safely launched its revenge. Adam then asked me to get on the spaceship.

                He took us right above the house and gave me the toilet roll we had. We spread the toilet roll all over my ex-boyfriend’s house while singing “ It’s alright, it’s okay” by Ashley Tisdale. After finishing the last touch, we stared in disbelievement at the mischiveous masterpiece we had created. It was the best vendetta ever! Exhausted, we headed back to my home at 3.30 a.m. after Adam parked his spaceship in my backyard. But with all the exciting feeling I felt tingling inside, I could not sleep. So I asked Adam all about him and his planet.

                He told me that his real name was Prince Adam Clavica, the only son in his family. Born as blue blood, he had no fun during his childhood as he had to follow all the protocol. Recently, he overheard his father talking to the minister about marrying him to a pretty alien girl.  

                “ No way I’m getting married, I’m just twenty-one!” and he laughed. He laughed so hard, he could wake the entire neighbourhood. He continued his story after catching his breath. He said that when all the guards had fallen asleep, he secretly sneaked out of his castle with his soldier’s spaceship. Without a precise destination, he drove through the galaxy until he ran out of gas and crashed in front of me. I must have been really tired because that was all my head could digest because I woke up that morning feeling dizzy.

                But Adam was already gone! I searched high and low but there were no sign of him. At last, I found a note stuck to the fridge. He said that he had to rush home because his mother had fallen ill. But the good news was the wedding was cancelled. There was a note at the bottom of the sheet, saying he would come back someday.

                I did not expect much but to my surprise, he did keep his promise. Every year during summer, he would visit me just like he is now and we would have a great time together. No one at school knew about my secret of having an alien friend except for Betsy. Sometimes, Betsy joined us when she was not going to summer camp. No doubt Adam is my best, weird, friend ever!

This is an essay that I wrote for my final exam in Form Four. Hee.

Quite immature, yes. But it’s a typical essay an Ain Nawwar would wrote. Heh.

What do you expect? I’m a ten years old stuck in a Teslian-to-be body#grin#

Tapi, agak tak logik.

Kau jumpa stranger then kau terus bawak balik rumah?

Haihh. Ni la sebabnya jenayah berleluasa sekarang.

Mudah sangat percaya outsider. ;)

And duh, Adam tu putera raja kot.

Takkan la takde guards waktu malam?

If so, senang la negara musuh nak serang, nak kidnap raja tu ke.

#2

Be logical be logical.

Happy reading and have a nice day! J

essay #1

            Write a story with the following beginning "i heard a strange noise downstairs. Waking up my brother,  we walked stealthily......."

            I heard a strange noise downstairs. Waking up my brother, we walked stealthily towards the noise. My brother was also frightened that he took along a broom in case we needed it. Passing through my parents' room, we realised that they were still sound asleep. Weren't they bothered by the weird sound?

            To my surprise, the ceiling on top of our living room was affected badly. There was a spherical object on my father's favourite couch. We were curious as much as we were frightened. Adrenaline running fast, and our hearts pumping. My brother then poked the weird object. Boom! a small explosion occured as we saw the object transformed into a small animal-like creature. CJ7! I blinked my eyes twice. My sight were not damaged, so a cj7 in my house was real?!

            I always liked the alien so much. I even watched the movie several times without being bored.
I approached it to give a warm welcoming hug. Out of the sudden, the cute cj7 turned into an enormous lion-like thing."Mother! This is surely not my cj7!" I thought.

             Obviously, the alien was unfriendly and it seemed like he was not pleased by my presence. It was about to attack me when my brother suddenly knocked him out with the broom he had earlier. My heart was broken. How could a cute animal turned into such ferocious beast? With tears on my cheek, I rushed to my parents' room to wake them up. At first, they did not believe me but after they heard my brother's screaming, they rushed to the living room. "Oh no! My couch!" shouted my father angrily. He made a bee line towards the cj7 but before he could reach him, the cj7 attacked my father with a ray from his eyes. Father!

            I rushed to my father and checked his breathing. He did not respond. After few seconds, i realised that he was gone. As i turned to my mother and brother, I saw that they were too, attacked by the monster. I knew by that time that my time would come.

             I was about to get beaten by the horrible creature when i heard a soft voice calling my name. "Arif, wake up. Are you having a nightmare?". It was my mother. Oh Mother! I hugged her tightly. Then i realised that there was no weird creature in my house. After the incident, I vowed not to watch cj7 again.    

Hi! :)

emm

i know it's not an excellent essay but just to give you idea on how to spice up your essays.

#1

recreating a story.

give it a new, unexpected ending.

be imaginative.

and strictly NO PLAGIARISM please.

happy reading and have a nice day :)

Getting Started

peek a boo!

Hi :)

this is Paih and no, he's not my boyfriend

see that picture?

yeah, he's letting his friends to sign his school uniform because duh, 

SCHOOL IS OVER GUYS!

#lompat katak keliling rumah#

wanna know what i wrote there?

Madam Ain..hrmm

aku tak tahu sejak bila tapi aku sangat berminat dengan subjek English

like, seriously. 

and boleh je kan nak jadi Teacher Ain je tapi aku rasa madam tu gempak lagi kot#role eyes

oh byyyyyyy the way, my real purpose of being an English teacher is to help you,you,you 

and, my future generations ehem to master English subject.

wallah!

my dream is too suci oh God please make it come true

tau sebab apa English is important?

well aku bukan nak perkecikkan bahasa melayu woi tapi 

sendiri pikir lah kan

-----------imagining-----------

situation 1:

                Ahmad seorang businessman berjaya walaupon espiyemm gagal and tak layak masuk U.

ala2 Bill Gates la dia nih.

business dia ni berkait dengan produk buatan Malaysia ye.

and produk buatan Malaysia kan laris macam pisang goreng panas 

so one fine day, an investor from obersea i repeat OBERSEA berminat dengan business dia tu

but you know what happen?

ghupe ghupenye Ahmad tu tak gheti speaking London youuuuuu.

so there goes his chance and Ahmad pon menyesal

sesal dahulu pendapatan sesal kemudian tiada guna ppui

situation 2:

Minah seorang gadis pujaan ramai, lebih hot dari Megan Fox.

sudah ramai pinangan yang ditolak Minah kerana yang ditunggunya hanya satu

jengjejejejeng jeng jeng

Putera Michael anak ketua kampung kacukan omputih 

Putera Michael baru je menamatkan pengajian di of course,uh,luar negara dan kini

sedang memburu seseorang untuk dijadikan bini.

well, nak kata apa lagi, memang dia berkenan lah dengan Minah tu.

oh lupa, Putera Michael ni tak reti cakap melayu

dengan keazaman yang tinggi dan doa orang2 kampung dia melamar Minah

Putera Michael : Minah,i want to ask your hand in marriage. would you be my wife?

Minah : huh?no no. my hand is me.you, no can.ape kes nak tangan orang pulok. gila.

adegan tarik menarik dan tolak menolak berlanjutan sampai kedua-duanya penat.

akhirnya Putera Michael mengalah dan menganggap Minah dah ada pilihan lain.

Minah pulak kecewa sebab Putera Michael cuma nakkan tangan dia, bukan dia.

see?! misunderstanding je pun, dah terlepas peluang nak kawen dengan omputih.

tu baru pinangan, dah kalau ada granpa takde cucu tiba2 nak wasiatkan harta dia berbillion

billion kat kau then kau tolak?

rugi beb rugi

musnah peluang Minah nak jadi Kate Malaysia

situatin 3 : 

yang ni paling simple.

kau tengah syok layan cite omputih ni

Adventure Time with Finn and Jake kat Cartoon Network

tapi satu patah yang dia sebut pun kau tak paham 

dah la takde subtitle

tak fun lah kan?

#role eyes lagi#

so there you go.

reasons why you need to learn English

to be honest, aku tak tau lagi hala tuju blog ni or mampukah aku tolong korang, tolong aku 

capai dream aku nak educate people dalam subjek English .

but that's how life works kan?

thrilling, yup.

happy reading and have a nice day :)