Tuesday, 24 September 2013


Write an essay ending with,I never realized that I had shot him….

We live in a housing estate that is normally quiet and peaceful. The residents are not actually rich but they have a fairly good income working as government servants or as supervisors and managers in private firms. The houses here are fairly big and most households have two or more cars.Suddenly the housing estate became the target of robbers. The robbers were believed to be foreign workers from nearby housing projects. Every night, a household would be robbed. So, my father took precautions. He had strong steel grilles put on all the doors and windows and he bought stout locks for all of them. So, we thought we were safe but it was not to be.

One night, my parents were watching television. My sister and I were doing our homework. Without any warning, there was a loud banging on our front door. My father opened the wooden door to see who it was. He thought with the strong grille locked, he could not be harmed. When the door was open, he saw a man pointing a gun at him.

'Get a member of the family to open the door for us or I'll shoot you!' the man outside hissed.My mother took the key from the altar and opened the door. Immediately, three men rushed inside. The man holding the gun kept pointing his gun at my parents. The other two were unarmed.'Search the rooms,' the man with the gun ordered the other two. He had to be the leader because the other two men did what he told them.

The two men ransacked the whole house. They did not find anything in my sister's room. They found only a few items of jewellery and a small sum of money in my parent's bedroom. My parents, especially my father, was aware of the risks of keeping a lot of money or jewellery in the house. So, they kept most of their jewellery and money in a safe deposit box at the bank.The leader of the robbers shouted angrily at my father, 'Where do you keep the rest of your money and jewellery? What we 'have found is too little! Rich people like you have a lot of money and jewellery! Tell me where you're keeping the rest?'
My father replied, 'I'm not rich and that's all the money and jewellery we have in the house. We keep most of our money and jewellery in the bank.''You're lying!' the robber chief snarled and slapped my father.'It's true, I don't have any more money or jewellery in my house my father insisted.The robber slapped my father a few more times. Blood was coming out of his mouth. My mother screamed with fright.'Stop screaming!' the robber chief shouted at my mother.
However, my mother was in hysteria  and so could not stop screaming. The robber chief turned towards my mother and raised his hand to slap her. Seeing this, I found the strength to act. I picked up the stool beside me and hit him on the head. He crashed to the floor and dropped his gun. Blood was pouring from the injury on his head. Seeing this, the other two robbers fled. The robber chief slowly got up and came towards me with arms outstretched.
Stop!' I shouted at him. 'Please go away. I'm giving you a chance to escape.'The man still came towards me. His face was black with rage. Then I saw the gun he had dropped. So, I took the gun and I never realized that I had shot him.


Write an essay beginning with, “This is too much for you,somebody has to pay for this……

This is too much for you,somebody has to pay for this…I told my friend, Sidek,  when I visited him at his house. He had not been to school for four days.The whole class was curious to know what actually happened to him For any other student the school would not have bothered much but Sidek being the class favourite was the centre of attraction.He was the one who took his studies very seriously and would not be absent for so many days for frivolous reasons. All his classmates wanted to know what had happened to him. All of them thought that something very bad must have happened to him. I was given the assignment of finding out what actually  happened to him.

' I asked Sidek the question again when he did not answer me the first time.His entire body was swathed in bandages. His head, torso, arms and legs were all wrapped around with bandages. If not for the obvious seriousness of the situation, I would have pulled his leg and said that he closely resembled an Egyptian mummy. Hardly able to speak because of his swollen lips, he said with great difficulty, 'A mad road bully did this to me.'Wanting to know everything, I asked him to continue.

My friend told me this:

'I had driven my mother to market so that she could buy certain things she needed to prepare the reunion dinner that was to be held on Chinese New Year Eve. When we were at the market, we couldn't find any parking space. So, I stopped at the side of the road to wait for my mother to do her shopping. I did not get out of the driver's seat and kept the engine of the car running. I had also switched on the signal lights to warn vehicles coming from behind. I had stopped at a one-way street which was very narrow. I had left a space that was big enough for just one car to pass through.

'All of a sudden, a driver coming from behind started honking at me. I understood that he wanted me to drive off but I refused because I thought the space I had left for him was big enough for him to pass through. He continued to honk at me but I stubbornly refused to budge.'I was looking at the rear-view mirror all the time and suddenly I saw a burly man get out of the car behind me. In his right hand, he had a big baseball bat. I started to quake but it was too late to run. He strode up to my window.'He banged my car window with his right fist a few times and roared, "So, you think this street belongs to your grandfather!" After that, he raised the baseball bat and smashed my window. Then he put his hand inside to unlock the door. He caught hold of the collar of my T-shirt and hauled me bodily from the car. Then he threw me onto the street.As I lay stunned on the street, he used his baseball bat to rain blows upon me. He hit me on every part of my body. He brought the bat down on my head, torso, arms and legs again and again. It was as if he had gone berserk. I would surely have been killed if two policemen had not stopped him.
Haven't I always told you not to park at the side of the road where you're not allowed to park to wait for someone?' I reminded my friend. 'You should park your car where parking is permitted though it may be some distance from where you want to go. If you had listened to my advice, this would not have happened to you.'

My friend nodded his head and said, 'I was in the wrong. It was all my fault.I should have moved the minute when he honked the car.’
I symphatised Sidek with all those torments that he had to go through.It certainly will take months for him to recover.That means he will be missing a lot of classes.
I left his house with a very sad feeling and prayed to Almighty god for his quick recovery.


Write an essay beginning with,Are you sure this is really yours?
Are you sure this is really yours?' I asked Peter.Peter's father was just a petty trader at night markets and I did not think he could have bought such an expensive car for Peter. In fact, his father, himself, drove only a ten-year-old mini-van which he used to transport his goods and also his family everywhere.'Of course, it is,' Peter answered proudly.

'Your father just sells clothes at night markets,' I said. 'How could he have afforded it. Or,  
 is it selling things at night markets brings in a lot of money?'vYou would be surprised,'
 Peter said. 'Selling things at night markets does bring in a lot of money. My father gets
 about RM300 per night. A simple calculation will tell you that it is RM9 000 a month.
 Isn't that enough to buy a Mercedes on a hire-purchase basis?'

'If your father really makes that much money per day, then it is possible,' I said. 'He can pay the 10% deposit of about RM30 000 and settle the loan by monthly instalments of RM5 000. It'll take him only five years to finish paying for the car.''My father did not take a loan to buy the car/ Peter said, seemingly offended by the suggestion that his father could only have bought the car with a loan. 'He paid cash!'That's really great!' I said. 'I never knew that your father so much money. He doesn't look rich, you know, being dressed in an old T-shirt and shorts all the time. Now I know that the saying that we cannot judge someone by outward appearances is true.''Would you like to ride in the car?' Peter invited me.'Of course, I've never ridden in a Mercedes before,'I accepted his invitation with alacrity.I opened the door and sat in the front passenger seat. The seat was covered with pleasant-smelling leather and I sank into its luxurious padding. The padding in the seat formed a contour of my body and hugged it with just the right amount of pressure. Peter turned the key in the switch. The car came to life almost instantly. I had to listen very hard for the sound of the effortlessly tuning engine.Peter put the car into gear and we drove off. The ride was heavenly. The powerful engine was very quiet and willing, the air-conditioning was really cool and the absorbers were really fantastic. We felt nothing even when the car was driven into potholes. The ride was really smooth. When we took sharp bends at high speed, the car was still on an even keel. It did not roll.

Suddenly Peter said, 'We've to go back now. My father wants to'use the car.'I noticed fear in his face and I thought it strange. Peter turned the car to drive back to his house. After a few minutes, we reached it. Peter's father, shiftless and dressed only in shorts, was waiting outside. He seemed very angry.'You good-for-nothing boy!' he shouted at Peter as soon as he got out of the driver's seat. 'My "towkay" from Kuala Lumpir who supplies me goods had parked his car for hardly five minutes and you drove it off! Where did you go? If you have damaged the car in any way, who's going to pay for it? I don't have enough money even to buy one of its headlights!'Peter threw me a sheepish glance. He must have seen my smile although I had tried very hard to hide it. Peter's father had bought a Mercedes for him? That was the biggest lie Peter had ever told.


Write an essay with the ending :Behind the good look was the most evil person I have       ever known”

Eric was very handsome. In fact, he was the best looking man I had ever met. Like most other girls who had met him, I was very attracted to him. However, I went a step further and became his girlfriend. He took me everywhere and treated me like a queen. Of course, I fell more and more deeply in love with him. I felt that I was very lucky to have found a man like him -kind, generous and very good-looking.
When our relationship deepened, I left my rented apartment and went to live with him at his house. Life with Eric was heavenly. He was very attentive to my every need. He always asked me whether I was hungry and what I wanted to eat. He took me to posh restaurants and did not seem to mind the cost. Eric must be rich for he could afford to buy me expensive clothes and jewellery. He went on holidays to resorts which I could not have afforded to go on my own. However, there was one thing about him that irritated me a little.Whenever I mentioned marriage, he would say that we did not need a piece of paper to affirm our love and that we still needed a lot of time to discuss the matter.

One day, he told me something very strange. He said, There is a woman who comes here occasionally. She'll ring the bell at the gate and refuse to go away until someone opens it. She's of unsound mind. Don't open the gate for her. Being mentally unbalanced, she may do something to harm you. Remember that?'
I nodded my head but was very intrigued by what he had told me. I became very curious and wanted very much to see who the woman was!

One day, the woman made her appearance at the gate. She rang the bell at the gate and I parted the curtains of one of the windows to see who the caller was. I did not go straightaway to the gate to open it. Instead, I waited to see what she would do next. As Eric said she would ring the bell again and again. I looked at the woman but she did not look crazy to me. In fact, she was well dressed and appeared very normal to me. The only thing unusual about her was the look of extreme distress on her face. When she rang the bell for the seventh time, I went to the gate and opened it. Then, I invited her into the house. I knew I was acting against Eric's wishes but my instinct told me that I was doing the right thing.

The woman seemed familiar with the interior of Eric's house. Without being invited, she sat in an armchair and looked over the living room.
'Nothing much has changed/ she said, 'except the TV. Previously, it was a 29-inch Panasonic. Now it's a 34-inch Sony.'Then she looked curiously at me and I did the same thing to her. I was surprised that she was very pretty. In fact, I found the fact hard to accept but I thought that she was much prettier than I!
'You must be his latest victim/ she said pityingly. 'I was the victim before you. There were other girls before me.'Alarmed by her words, I asked her to explain.

'Eric is a playboy and I think you must have suspected that long ago/ she began. 'He plays with girls like other men play with motorcycles or cars. He changes girlfriends like other men change motorcycles or cars. At the beginning, he will treat the girls like queens. However, when he tires of them, he will discard them like a toy which does not interest him any more. He has done it to many other girls. He did it to me and he's going to do it to you.'Now I realized why Eric always avoided the question of marriage. He just wanted to play with me and when he was tired of me, he would just discard me like a piece of soiled tissue. He had done it to other women and he would certainly do it to me.

Behind the good looks was the most evil person I have ever known


Write an essay ending with “… with tears in her eyes, she hugged me tightly.”

It was the wettest December I had ever experienced. The torrential rains had ruined my holiday plans as floods continued to wreak havoc in several states. I had pleaded with dad to allow me to go to the east coast with my friends but he had been unyielding. The thought of having to stay indoors for the next two weeks was not only depressing but also unbearable. Television did not excite me anymore. I was fed up of watching the same old movies on cable television. Even the other channels had nothing exciting to offer. Finally, I decided to go into the attic to retrieve some books which I had not read for a long time.
The attic was surprisingly clean – a sign that mum had finally completed the chore that she had kept putting off. I looked around and noticed a teak chest that I had never seen before. Curiosity got the better of me and I walked towards it. I lifted the lid slowly and was pleasantly surprised to see a variety of things in it – all of them reminders of my childhood. I looked nostalgically at the clothes I had worn as a child and the toys I had played with. ‘Bobo’ the teddy bear, which I had slept with until I was ten, had been dry-cleaned and kept in a box which also contained the first Mother’s Day card I had made myself. I was not prepared for what I saw next. Lying at the bottom of the cardboard box was an old black and white photograph of a young woman. I stared at it incredulously. It was as if I was looking at a female version of myself. All sorts of questions and dreadful thoughts flooded my mind. I held the photograph tightly in my hand and dashed out of the attic, only to bump into my mother.

“Mum….who is this?” I asked in a quivering voice.
From the look on her face, I knew it was a question she did not want to answer. Quietly, she held my hand and led me towards the study where dad had been working all morning. She knocked on the door once before opening it. Dad looked up, and his expression of annoyance disappeared when he saw the photograph in my hand.
What I heard that day is something I will never forget for the rest of my life. The woman in the photograph was my mother, my biological mother — Lily Lee.
“Son, Lily loved you very much; just as much as Janet here loves you.”
Dad’s use of the past tense made me uncomfortable. It took a great deal of effort on his part to narrate the painful past.

My biological mother was six months pregnant when the incident happened. She had been walking towards her office when a motorcyclist came from behind and grabbed her handbag before speeding off. As a result of the sudden assault, she had lost her balance and fallen on the kerb. The head injuries she had sustained had a devastating effect on her health. The only option was to perform surgery, but due to her condition, this option was risky. The doctors had wanted to terminate her pregnancy to save her life but she had refused. A month later she fell into a coma. Although the doctors had given up hope, Lily continued to live, though in a comatose state. It was as if she was not giving up on life till her baby was born. When the doctors deemed it safe, they performed an emergency C-section. Lily breathed her last the moment I was born into this world.

Dad sobbed softly as he finished relating the heart-wrenching story. All sorts of emotions consumed me. I was sad, confused and angry. Was I adopted? What about my father? Who was he? Had he abandoned me? After a while, I braved myself and stated what I thought was obvious.

“So, that means you are not my real parents. I am adopted!”

“No, son. You are not adopted. I am your father. Lily was my first wife. She made me promise her that I would marry her younger sister, Janet, so that you would not grow up motherless.”

The sense of relief that I felt at that moment was indescribable. I looked at mum and I saw the pain and anguish in her eyes, as though she was anticipating rejection. Quickly, she looked down.
Slowly, I got up from my chair and walked towards her. I went down on my knees and held her hands in mine. Her eyes remained downcast, fearful of rejection.

“Mum, I know I am only seventeen but I am more mature than you think. You might not have given birth to me but you are and will always be my mother.” I comforted her as much as I comforted myself.

She looked up slowly, her eyes searching my face for sincerity. Then with tears in her eyes, she hugged me tightly.

                                                                                   Lot 666,Taman Kurnia Jaya,
                                                                                   Jalan Padang Tembak,
                                                                                   15000 Kota Bharu,
                                                                                   Kelantan Darul-Naim.
                                                                                   December 21st,2012.

Dear Fira,

What a pleasant surprise I got when I came across news of your recent mid-year examination results while I was glancing through the Facebook. Wow! You really scored  A's in all the core subjects especially English Language, Bahasa Melayu and History. I am really proud of you. I think it is worthwhile,  burning the midnight oil for the examination as you got flying colours.I guessed by now you have planned to go for a trip with your buddies. I hope you and your family are in the best pink of health then.
Anyway, I am writing this letter to inform you about my special school trip to Rantau Abang, Terengganu, where you can find the best 'kerepok lekor' in the world. The trip is organised by our Nature Society. We went there on August 10th to 14th, about two weeks ago and boarded a chartered  bus. There were 20 male and 20 female students. Also, three teachers accompanied the trip. All of us assembled at Dataran Kijang at about 8.30 a.m. and departed half an hour later. We finally reached Rantau Abang beach before noon.
The first thing we did when we reached there was, we checked in at the nearby chalets, Indah Permai Chalets. Our programme started at 5.00 p.m. on the first day. We started with treasure hunt programme at the beach with formation of  four groups of which each group comprising of 10 participants. There were a lot of obstacles  to reach at the last point such as compiling  giant puzzles, and searching for man-made golden eggs.The winners were then awarded with goodies of  hampers and  RM 200 cash.Then we had a sumptous dinner with grilled chicken,prawns and meat.The night continued with the perfomances of hotel guest band and few local established singers.Gosh !At last I saw my favourite singers rendering their songs live!We too had our presentation with magic shows and sketches.I didn’t know that some of my colleagues were so talented!Truly it was entertaining and fun.We dispersed almost midnight and gear up for more interesting and exciting programme the next morning. Right after midnight  I could hear many female  “lions” were  snoring heavily  from one bed to another.Most of them slept like  dead logs.Oh gosh!,they must be extremely exhausted!

The next morning immediately after  our breakfast,we started with games of telly matches. We were given free hands to choose our own partners.The winner would then be  awarded with  two sets of breakfast  the following morning. Again we had a whale of time,so enjoyable and we could feel our stresses were over.The game continued until the last round,and guess what? My group emerged as champion.!

After our lunch and solat,we  did a volouteer work in the evening together with the hotel staff and management plus the residents.We were invovled in a small campaign of “Keeping the Beach Clean”.So we started  the “Beach cleaning” voluntarily.Again it was fun.All of us walked on the beach with a large black plastic bag each strolling the beach,singing songs and then collected as many  empty bottles,tin-cans,used plastic sheets,dry leaves and tree’s bark .We managed to cover about 2 kilometres of the beach.Finally we managed to collect over 100 black plastic bags full of these rubbish. We were satisfied to do this work as part of our community responsibility.
The next day,the last in our iternary.Certainly it would be a sad moment because we were going home the next morning.We were given free time of our own to do some souvenirs shopping.I bought a few key-chains for my siblings.Then our thrilling moments started at night.Our programme was watching turtle laying eggs at the beach. It was a memorable occasion for all of us. For the final touch, we helped the local workers collecting the eggs and put them in the bucket.Then we transferred the whole eggs to the safe area.We want to make sure that these endangered species are protected.

We headed home the next morning.The trip was not only fun but  we also learned about team building and most importantly, forging  closer relationship with classmates and other  friends. We also have to motivate ourselves so as to convince us that motivation really help us during stress period.Beside,being  independent is another good lesson for us throughout this trip.

 I have to pen off now.Congratulation again and best wishes to  you. I really hope to hear on how you spend your vacation then.Send my regards to your family especially to my gorgeous aunty. Be a good girl and always keep in touch.
                                                           Your cheerful cousin,


  You have just returned from a school trip during the school semester break recently.Write a letter to your cousin telling him/her about the trip.

Use the notes below to write your letter.
*where you went on the trip.
*the date of the school trip.
*how many people went on the trip.
*how you travelled to the place.
*where you stayed.
*how long you stayed.
*accomodation situation
*activities you did during the trip.
*what you learned during the trip.

When writing your letter,you should remember to include the following:

For your letter,you will receive up to 15 marks for the format and content points and up to 20 marks for the quality of the writng


                                                                                            Lot 1371,Lorong Masjid Al-Amin,
                                                                                            Batu 2,Jalan Pengkalan Chepa,
                                                                                           15400,Kota Bharu,
Dear Faizul,
               How are you doing?How's your life lately?Are you happy?I really hope that you are always cherished with the best moments in your life.How about your poem writing?Still going smoothly?Have you sent certain of your poems to the magazines?I should say that your poems are really good and interesting.By the way,I really miss Sarawak,Oh gosh!That land made me want to fly there as often!I love to visit especially Bandar Raya  Kuching and Kota Samarahan.Thank you so much for inviting me to your hometown.Come over to Kota Bharu then.I am sure you love to see many places here.I was also busy lately  that I had to attend my guitar classes every weekend.Also  I had to cope with  my driving lessons.Stressful,wasn't it?
 I want to share with you about my participation in a seminar this week.It is called the Career Guidance Seminar.The seminar is organised by the Kelantan State Education Deaprtment. The seminar is held in Negeri Sembilan as the organiser  wanted to make bring new ideas and innovations for  participants from  all over the country.I am so glad that I had attended such a  good programme in a such a good place like Golden Strait Villas Resort,Port Dickson.It is a beautiful resort.The seminar is held for two days.Most of the participants are the SPM and STPM holders like us.The speakers comprises of 4 great personalities.They are Dr.Hm Tuah Iskandar,Dr.Shukri Abdullah,Prof.Madya Hamedah Wok Awang and Prof.Stephen R.Covey from the United States.They were all fantastic.
        There,I found the content of the seminar very informative and useful.On the first day,two speakers presented  the programme.It was divided into  two sessions.The first session was taken over by Dr.Hm Tuah Iskandar,from Ministry of Higher Education.Dr.Iskandar spoke about the minimum qualifications on the entrace to local universities.It seemed that it is compulsory set good results in Bahasa Malaysia,English Language and Sejarah.He also spoke about many male students who failed to register themselves in universities due to the monopoly by the female students.So,take your part guy!Make them wrong!And the most interesting part was  the announcement of the  lacking of Bumiputera students in the field of language,engineering and medicines.So this is good for you and me as we are going to pursue our education in language faculty,aren't we?
The next speaker is Dr.Shukri Abdullah.He is the Head of Linguistic Department,University Malaya.His talk was about the various challenges that one has to pursue.Hmm,interestng was't it?Perhaps,it would be more fun if you were able to sit there with me since I know you may have a lot of questions to ask them,don't you?Anyway,the question and answer sessions were most interesting.We had the oppurtunity to ask many questions regarding course fee,soft skills studying overseas,scholarships,loans,internships and many more.
The next day,we had two more presenters.The first speaker was a female speaker.She is Prof.Madya Hamedah Wok Awang and she is a Kelantanese.Prof.Hamedah is from Human Resource Department of UITM Shah Alam.So,she was just more like an educated motivator.She gave us very interesting talk as much as her knowledge could deliver.One of her best parts was how she motivated us to achieve our dreams,compete and beat the rest!I felt like I had the spirit to start to a career.The last speaker was Prof.Stephen R.Covey.Well,he is the most good-looking and very fashionable guy there.No wonder everyone was very focus and concentrate when he was giving the talk.Anyway,Mr.Covey talked about the scholarship for Malaysian students studying  abroad.He briefed us that lots of bodies from government and  private sectors offered scholarship to excellent students who manage to score straight A's in SPM and STPM exams.Among them are MARA,JPA,Bank Negara,Sime Darby,Petronas, TNB,PNB and many others.This information and knowledge of scholarships inspired me to study harder to get straight A's and hoping to be offered scholarship to study abroad.That is my big dream.Those are all the most exciting activities of the seminar.Certainly I am over the moon andI have no complaints.I felt yet the lacking of time to communicate more with the speakers.But,I did make a lot of friends there and they were really fun.
I look forward to hear from you then.
                                                                                                                     Yours sincerely,                                                                                                                            
                                                                                                                     Alya Nasuha


QUESTION: Write a story with the ending, "If only I had been more careful, that wouldn't have happened". Your story should not be less than 350 words.

Tonight was a cold and stormy night. The doors slammed shut as the rustling sound of the leaves could be heared. The storm had been like this for the past three days. I sat on my bed thinking if I had upset the Gods above in heaven. As I lay my head down soft and gently on my comfy pillow, I wondered if mom and dad were ok. They had gone for a vacation to the bahamas and I had to stay back because of my exams. I wasn't worried about it as I've stayed alone many times.
Suddenly, the lights went out. My heart raced in agony as the storm got worse. I could see lightning lashing onto my gate and the roaring sound of thunder that came along. I pulled myself together and realised I needed to light some candles. So I headed downstairs with my trusty torchlight and worked my way to the storage room. I found the candles and begun to light them all over the house. I couldn't stand the fact that the darkness was playing games with my mind.

An hour had passed till I realised something wasn't right. I felt as if something else besides me was in the house. I panicked. My mind filled with fear but I had to be sure I was right. So, I searched all the rooms on the same floor and found nothing. So I carefully walked down staircase. As I was walking, I realised all the candles that I had lit were put out. I was surprised but aware that there could be someone else in the house. My mind pondered as to how i was going to sneak around without alerting the possibly dangerous stranger.

Then, it happened. As I hid behind one of the room's doors. I saw someone walk by me. He was a huge muscular guy who wore a beard and had hair that was so curly a fly could get stuck if it went through it. I was puzzled. Why would someone want to break into my house, I asked myself. I noticed the man had a huge revolver on his belt. The same one the cops used. I didn't want to stick around and aak questions. I had to call the cops. So I crept towards the phone and thank God it was still working. I made a distressed call and the cops said they would be at my house in five minutes.

As I crept back upstairs, I accidently knocked over a small lamp and it broke. By this time I knew the stranger had been alerted. I was scared and feared for my life. My fears turned into my worst nightmare as I heard a loud noise. I was shot in the chest. I could feel blood oozing all over my shirt. The stranger walked towards me while mumbling words I just couln't understand. I thought I was a dead man. Then a miracle happened just as the stranger was about to finish me off. I heard a second gunshot and the stranger was down. It was the cops who had arrived.

I was rushed to the hospital and the doctors commenced emergency surgery on me to remove the bullet. I was then transferred to the Intensive Care Unit(ICU) as the bullet had hit my lungs and I was unable to breathe properly. My parents rushed back as soon as they got the news. I was lucky to be alive. The doctor had explained that if the bullet had hit me a bit more to the left , it would have hit my heart and I would be dead. Nobody knew who the stranger was or what he wanted. If only I had been more careful, that wouldn't have happened.



In my classroom,I saw my classmate was crying.Then I asked him how could I help.He told me that............
He received a call from his relative that his father was involved in an accident.Now he is admitted in an Intensive care unit.(ICU)The thought of fatherly love immediately filled my chest.I remembered how my dad had sacrificed so much for us.I couldn’t wait any longer to see my dad and hugged him.The school bell rang and I was ready to go.Immediately I dashed out of the classroom and ran straight to the school bus.How I wish the bus driver could press the accelerator pedal to the bottom so that I could reach home fast.The bus then stopped right infront of my house and I saw dad’s car. “What a relief!”I told myself.I called dad and he was at the door so I hugged him tightly and said, “I love you so much dad and dont ever get involve in the accident”.I told him I still need him to be with the family.My dad smiled sweetly much to the amusement of my mum who came out from the kitchen.

The next day on the way back home,I was on dad’s car when suddenly an aged and sickly women knocked at the glass window of the front door car where I was sitting My dad was chatting with his friend across the road.I looked at the sickly woman  with an open heart and wondered  how  I could help her. She was some what murmuring but I could understand her body language that she needed help.She carried on her feeling of despair towards her two married sons who failed to give her their monthly commitments.She had to survive by seeking symphaty from the public.I was touched and vowed to help her.When my dad arrived,I told him about this woman’s predicament.Dad promised to contact the Welfare department through his old friend to help this aged and sickly woman.

When I reached home,I hugged my mum tightly and told her that I would not allow her to seek symphaty from the public for her survival.Worst still sending her to the old folk’s home.I was wondering to myself with the current trend of too  many successful working sons and daughters are neglecting their old and sickly parents.If this trend continues,the country would end up with many more old folk’s home being catered to fulfill this phenomena.Again I hugged my mum and whispered to her, “ mum you are not going to go there at least when I am still alive and kicking”.


Few illustrations below:
Case 1
Yesterday, an unemployed man was standing at the top floor of an abandoned 16 storey office building, ready to jump down from the building. He was depressed for being fired from his job by his boss. When he was about to jump, he remembered his aged sickly parents who needed care.The thought of his hard working brother who supported them also came to mind. Suddenly,feelings of guilt and remorse began to fill his chest, as he choked in tears, slowly he stepped back and left the building, and went back home to take care of his parents.
 On the fifth floor, of the same building, a foreigner who had kidnapped a young girl, wanted to kill the child because he didn't get the amount of money which he had requested for from the child's parents. As he was contemplating whether to kill the child or not, thoughts of his only child who had been killed by a kidnapper a few years back flooded his mind. How he had cried non stop for five days and how sad and crushed he had been. Finally, the foreigner decided to let the child go.

Case 3

 Just below the building, around the corner, three youngsters were getting ready to race along the northern highway.They were illegal racers. As they were  getting ready to race, one of the youngsters started to think about his parents. How they worked hard everyday so that he could go to school and  get a formal education. He got down from his motorbike and walked away from the race, never to look back again.
     In a school, few meters away from the building, the mid-year examination had just began. Almost all the students were fooling around and were not serious about the examination, but one student was thinking about his uncle. How his uncle had raised him since he was a child.How his uncle had sacrificed his life, so that he can go to school and get an education. He didn't join the others but focused on his examination.

Now try this:

In my classroom,I saw my classmate was crying.Then I asked him how could I help.He told me that............


Model Question: Describe my dream house.

I wonder whether I can afford to have this dream house.Most of my friends told me, “You can keep on dreaming”.I told myself if only I can dream now and own this house later,it would be good enough.So I braved myself and walked straight to the hotel balcony on the 16th floor.I could see the completed house and it is stunning.I  do not hesitate or have any more second thoughts.I told myself, “This is my real dream house”.
It is on the island about 10 acres big.The majestic house stood on the south-end of Pulau Langkawi island.I am delighted that this dream house is opposite the distinquished villa of my idol.He is none other than Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamed.Who would  dream  to  have such a house opposite to the very well-known statesman.As I approach the island on which my dream house awaits,I catch a quick glimpse of it.It is huge,beautiful,mesmerizing and most noticeable.I walked through a heavily wooded path leading to my dream house.

I can see beautiful floras surrounding the house and some of the colourful bougivilla  plants were imported from beautiful  districts of Korea and Japan.It is now just 8.00 a.m in the morning ,it is rather peaceful and serene and  I could hear the sounds of birds chirping and small forest creatures frolicking in the nearby well cut bush. I continue to make headway to my dream house,as it becomes closer,I could hear my own drumbeat.It is unbelievable and  name on the mahogany door which reads,” “Villa Casablanca”.It’s official that now I see  my house for the first time up close.This house I have added the final touch on designing .The grandeur is mesmerizing. It is a double storey bungalow on a huge ten  acres lot. As I approach the stairs at the entrance to the house I am surrounded by four columns leading to the most elegant doors I have ever seen. They are made of mahogany and have a stained glass window in the centre. The handles and the frame are made of  brass. As I continue around the house I come across three windows overlooking the entrance to the house. There are black shutters on each window. As the porch continues to the south side of the house I am now looking over the ocean.  As I look down and observe the ocean I see two piers jutting out into the sea. On either side of the piers are huge boulders protecting the coast line from erosion. The walls of the house are made of stucco and it has an old fashion shingles that are a clay color. I walk toward the west side  and I first come across a basketball court. To the east side of the basket ball court is a tennis court. There is a bar in between the two to take a break at between games. On the opposite side of the yard there is an in-ground swimming pool that is connected to the pool inside the house. As my journey comes to a close I notice a white gazebo off to the east of the house. It is in a position such that you can see anyone entering or leaving the lot if you are sitting in it.

I confidently told myself,  "Yes, this is my dream house."

Tera -Tasya



Most Malaysian consumers are spendthrift.They overspend unneccessarily and left with little money to continue for the upcoming months.Many of them have to turn to unlicensed money lenders to make end meets.This is the current trend and should be put to a stop.

You have just attended the seminar on consumerism organised by your school,Consumer Club Association entitled: “How to be a smart consumer and save your money”.You wish to share the ideas with your colleagues in your school and decide to include this interesting issue  in the latest edition of your school bulletin.

Use the following points to assist you in your preparation of the article;

*Plan thoroughly what you want to buy and what you need before you walk in to markets,supermarkets and groceries shops.

*Buy items of neccessity only and do not be tricked with promotional items and big discounts.
  Priortise your requirement and remember not to buy unneccessary item which may
  land you in a tight budget for the upcoming months.

*Compare prices so that you get the best bargains.Buy in quantity that you really need to
  avoid wastage.

*Know your rights as consumers.In cases when you purchased  faulty items,you may report to the authorised association/ministry if you,your families and friends have encountered such incidences.

*Advisable to use cash only for purchases.Never pay on credit cards.Debit cards
  are encouraged.

*Check the expiry date,produce of the items and halal logos.(for muslim consumers)

*Never turn to unauthorised money lenders to borrow for your purchases.

Your article must not be less than 450 words and you are allowed to add any other interesting points.

Your readers are mostly your counterparts in lower secondary and upper secondary forms plus teachers and parents.

Maximun marks shall be alloted for all the points mentioned with clarity,good use of language and presentation.

Answers to be written in paragraphs.  



Many cases of snatch-thieves victims ended with coma and some even deaths.The statistics revealed by the City Police Crime Unit confirmed that snatch thieves and pick-pocketing are considered as one of the highest crimes committed by both local criminals and illegal foreign workers.

You are the President of the Residents Association in your neighbourhood and is  requested to present a SPEECH on, “How to prevent snatch-thefts and pick-pocketing”

You may use the notes below to amplify your points:

a)Do not carry excess money especially in public places/shopping complexes.
b)Use handbags with shorter shoulder straps.
c)Wear minimal jewelleries/do not show-off.
d)Keep wallets in  buttoned pockets.
e)Do not try to fight back if you are the victim.Record whatever particulars you can remember.
f)Avoid being alone at quiet and deserted places.

Your article must not be less than 350 words and you are allowed to add any other interesting points.

Maximun marks shall be alloted for all the points mentioned with clarity,good use of language and presentation.

Answers to be written in paragraphs.  



Bullying and being actively involved in  gangsterism are considered serious offences in school.Many students felt insecure and depressed whenever they were confronted with such situations.Those involved with bullying and gangsterism would be given stern warning,suspended or at worst expelled.

Write AN ARTICLE describing on how to curb bullying and gangsterism culture from  spreading in school.Suggest  on how to assist affected students so that they will feel secure and happy hence the school can be  a conducive study environment.

Use the following points to assist you in your preparation of the essay.

*Report to displinary/counsellor if there is evidence of bullying and gangsterism.
*Consultation/counselling for those commiting offences.
*Close cooperation between teachers and parents.
*Organise closed door dialogue in school calling the experts to express their thoughts.
*More programmes for students interactions over the weekend and school holidays.
*Heavy punishments  for serious/repeat offenders.

Your article must not be less than 350 words and you are allowed to add any other interesting points.
Maximun marks shall be alloted for all the points mentioned with clarity,good use of language and presentation.

Answers to be written in paragraphs.