ENGLISH 1119 - HOW TO WRITE GOOD ER?

PERSON I LOVE THE MOST

Seingatku, gambar ini ku ambil ketika anak sulongku berumur 3 tahun

Sudah berapa tahun yang lalu

Itu lah kali pertama ayah dan ibu merasa makna 'makan angin' walaupun hanya di Melaka

Selama ini mereka hanya bekerja sahaja, kais pagi makan pagi kais petang makan petang

Sedari kecil aku memang sangat manja dengan ayahku

Aku selalu mengikutnya ke kebun getah

aku selalu dibawa minum teh di warung

apa yang aku nak ayah cuba penuhi walaupun ayah tiada duit

Ayah belikan aku dan adik2 baju walaupun baju ayah koyak

Ayah belikan kami selipar walaupun ayah tidak punya selipar

Yang paling aku sedih, ayah tidak sempat memakai 'kasut' seperti ayah orang lain

Ketika remaja, orang lain bercerita dengan ibu

Aku bercerita dengan ayah

Aku mengadu pada ayah

Balik ke asrama aku peluk ayah

Peluk ayah aku akan menangis

Aku membaca sampai larut malam, ayah akan buatkan kopi

ayah kata akan hilang mengantuk

Aku belajar di atas lantai papan dengan lampu pelita

ayah terbaring disebelahku berkeruh

menemani aku study, siapa ya yang tidak menangis mendengar dengkuran orang tua sebegitu

Ketika aku hendak masuk tidur, ayah lah yang pasangkan kelambu

Ayah lah yang pasangkan ubat nyamuk

Aku sakit perut ditengah malam, ayah lah yang bangun mencari ubat

Aku teringin hendak makan cucur kelapa muda

Ayah lah yang bingkas bangun mencari kelapa

Terhidang cucur kelapa panas dihadapanku

Aku balik dari kerja, ayah lah yang menmbancuh teh panas untukku

Itu lah ayah, yang selalu sibuk melayani kerenah anak2nya

tanpa sedikit pun sungutan

malah dia gembira bila anak makan hasil masakannya

ayah yang sabar, ayah yang tenang, ayah yang mengambil berat 

Dimana boleh kucari ganti lagi???

Malam itu, ayah menelefonku

Ayah kata amat rindu kepadaku

Sakit dadanya mendengar kisah pedih rumahtanggaku

Aku pulang juga dengan kerinduan...

Sampai ditengah malam, ayah bergegas kepintu

Sebaik saja nampak ayah, aku meluru kearahnya

Kutenggelam dalam tangisan dalam pelukan ayah

Ketika itu kurasa mengapa tubuh ayah dingin sekali, seperti ais

Kucium pipi ayah, kiri dan kanan

'Ampunkan dosaku ayah, ampunkan dosaku'

Aku meraung kerinduan dalam dada ayah

Sehari kuhabiskan masa bersama ayah, semua yang ayah biasa lakukan ketika aku kecil dia ulang lakukan dalam seharian itu

bancuh teh, makan lempeng bersama, pasangkan kelambuku, ubat nyamuk untukku

Sangat singkat cutiku, aku harus pulang bekerja

Ayah melihat keretaku,

Enjinnya pastikan elok! Pesan ayah

Jangan sedih, jumpa lelaki yang soleh nanti berkahwin lah, Pesan Ayah

Aku memandu pulang, ayah memerhati sehingga aku hilang daripada pandangannya

Pandangannya seolah kami tidak bertemu lagi

Sungguh bagai dikata

Panggilan daripada adik bagaikan petir dalam hidupku

Ayahku pergi secara tiba2

dalam ribaan Ibu 2 hari selepas kutinggalkan dulu

Owhhh..... airmataku bagaikan hujan seisi langit

Tubuhku lemah bagaikan ditimpa gunung

Ayah tempat kubermanja diambil pergi

Dalam senyuman dia tidur selamanya

Aku meraung lagi, kali ini dalam dakapan ibu

Tak dapat kuterima kenyataan ini

Hidupku gelab dan suram sekali

Lama aku diam, lama aku bertafakur

Aku ditinggalkan suami, sebulan kemudian aku ditinggalkan ayah 

Teringat Rasulullah mengalami 'Tahun kesedihan'

Hebatnya DugaanMU ALLAH

sedangkan aku tidak berdaya menghadapinya

Mengajarku mencariMu untuk secebis ketenangan

Dengan IzinMU tersangkut ku di negeri asing ini dalam perjalanan

Pandu lah aku Tuhan, Ketika tak punya sesiapa, aku punya ENGKAU sebagai pelindung dan tempaatku mengadu

AL-FATIHAH untuk arwah ayah kesayanganku.....

Ibu, engkau lah ratu hatiku

Engkau sentiasa dalam doaku

Sayang Ibu!!!!!!

2013 with love mom and sisters...............................

ENGLISH 1119 - PERFECT MANNERS / A WRITING

Which one is your manner practice?....


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CONTINUOUS WRITING - PERFECT MANNERS


               A man with perfect manners is like a feather in the midst of a bush. You may always meet a handsome man, then you said that he is really perfect. Can you imagine how perfect he is in front of his mother? Is he really a nice and perfect man in both side? Like a proverb that says, 'all cats are grey in the dark', you cannot judge he is a perfect man just because of his physical appearance. Indeed, perfect manners are a polite attitude, with a discipline and etiquette along the journey of his life.

               A man with perfect manners not only acting at home or behind the wall, but in anywhere he goes, in the street, in the office, in the market, in the public as well as in hiding place. In the street, if you see a man who helps an old blind lady crossing the road without any hesitation, you can recognize a perfect manner man. Likewise, he is deserve to be a perfect manner man when he never litter and spit arrogantly on the street. The perfect manner man will concern about his attitude and courtesy everywhere he goes and will acts the same when he is alone.

               Besides, the perfect man will conducts his actions well in the public as well as at home. No need to be hypocrite or own double face of the plate in order to live harmony in the society. When he goes to a market  with his mother, he will helps his mother carry the basket without any feeling of shameful, even he feels so proud that he can help his mother. Next, he will always smiles to people around him and says soft words with the sellers. Without any doubt, you will see that everybody in the market who knows him will love to see him there again, and for sure his mother is the one who is content with him!

                Furthermore, the perfect manners man also will care about his discipline towards his study, being good and responsible at all times, and never makes his mother cries over him.  He knows that he is a son who wants to give a success as a gift for his parents, so he will never wasting his time with bad things outside. He will occupied his time wisely to score the best in his examination and to get better job to repay his parents' sacrifice. At the same time, he will be somebody who can get along well with friends and teachers at school. He likes to help his friends in the class, especially those who not really understand about certain topic discussed. Kindness, like grain, increase by sowing. He knows that he never lose anything by helping his friends.

               Who is the best model for his perfect manners? As we know that 'the apple never falls far from the tree', so we can know immediately that his parents is the best model for his perfect manners. A good parents will educates and teaches their children perfectly according to the appropriate way of life. And, a good children will always listen and obey their parents at all times. Moreover, teachers at school also contribute to the built of a perfect manners. Being a good son and a good student is merely impossible for all men, but the best man will own a perfect manners.

                In conclusion, perfect manners is like a mirror of ourselves. People will treat us according to how we conduct our life among them. If we have perfect manners, for sure we will live in harmony within our family and society. So, be a man with perfect manners, then everybody will loves you!






 

ENGLISH 1119 - A NIGHT MARKET

          It was a cool Sunday evening, just after a heavy thunderstorm. The air was crisp and there was a beautiful rainbow in the sky. I was ponder at the Verandah of my house. I inhaled a deep breath. I miss the fresh air of this hometown, I really missed my hometown. How long I left this hometown working as a doctor in Singapore, a strange place for a single bachelor like me!. 'What the matter?', someone touched my shoulder gently softly. 'Owhh, nothing dad, just throwback with Atuk flying into my mind', I turned and hugged his old aging body with tears dripping on my eye lid. 'Cheer up young lady, let's go to night market with me!' My dad with his friendly smile hold my hand. I just smiled without any objection.

          Here is the popular night market in my hometown. There are various types of delicious tasty food especially traditional authentic taste of hidden professional chef of villagers. A loud sound of blaring music can be heard in the night market background amidst the constant shouting of the sellers and vendors. It is really like a rainbow I saw this evening, full of sights, sounds, smells and colours of night market. Strolling along the havoc night market can makes pregnant women faint of dizziness. I still holding my dad's hand with proud. I am my dad's princess ever!

          The row of delicious 'satay' displayed on the glass shelf in one stall beside 'baju bundle' stall dragged my attention, the aroma of it's smell makes my mouth watering. The seller, a handsome young man stared at me. Huh, he is very much like Justin Bieber, I became a little bit crazy in a second! 'you want to buy satay Hani?' My sweet day dreaming suddenly disappeared! 'Yeah!' My dad pointed to a row of 'satay', and asked for RM20 from the cute handsome young man. I felt embarrassing as my dad noticed something is going on between both of us. I grasped my dad's hand like nothing happened soon after I got a plactic of 'satay'.

          Then, we continued strolling along the noisy busy night market to the corner where all folks of 'Laksa' and 'Laksam' vendors gathered waiting for their loyal customers. At the one small obsolete stall, I saw a small girl with her blind mother sitting on the ground, with a small stack of 'rambutan' in front of them. Owhh... sadness struck my heart. 'Dad, why don't we buy all their rambutan, we can give to nenek and aunties!'. My dad stopped walking, turned to me. I nodded with hope and sympathy. My dad stepped towards the girl and her blind mom as I expected. 'How much all that rambutan?'. The blind mother looked up. 'rm25 Encik!'. Her voice was very weak and helpless. 'Okay, I take all of them, this is rm50 for you, and your daughter!'. Thank God, I am very proud of my dad!.


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          That is my unforgettable experience spending couple of hours with daddy in the bright and happening night market. Hence, I learn something  novel and fresh about people. There are many people endeavor to earn daily living in the night market. Many of them are villagers and manly fathers who sacrifice time for a pot of rice waiting for customers with hope. In spite of shopping at the giant Mall, I think we can spend our money here, at the night market!.

ENGLISH 1119 - QUALITY OF A GOOD FRIEND

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INTRODUCTION

-  'A friend in need is a friend indeed'

-  I believe that - must have a friend - alone

-  To know the quality of a good friend - as a guidance - true friend

BODY 1

-  Happy and friendly person

    =  always happy/ cheerful - smile - friendly

    =  help you by cheering up your day - forget - problems - woes  - gone

BODY 2

- A good listener

    =  Being a - is essential to be a good friend

    =  Listen with interest - sharing everything - no doubt

    =  Express feeling or story - relieve 

BODY 3

-  A supportive person

    =  Always there - support you - whatever field

    =  In study - help you -  other activities - sport 

    =  You become more confident - show your talent

BODY 4

-  Honesty - not lie - can be trusted

-  Being a loyal friend - not betray you

-  Can comfort you - cry - Sharing happy and sad moment

CONCLUSION

-  That is who a good friend is -  choose a good friend - appreciate them - because good friends are very hard to find

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ENGLISH 1119 - STROLLING IN A MORNING MARKET

         I missed this hometown. How long I left this small hometown working as a nurse in the east of this country, a strange place for a single bachelor like me. 'What the matter?', someone was tapping on my shoulder gently softly. My mom was there, with her smile which is always encouraging me to be strong. 'Nothing mom, I just missed this place, remember the moment I grown up here', I turned and hugged my mom with tears dripping on my eye lid. 'Owhh honey, please do not cry, let's go to morning market with me, we cook something special today!', I just nodded and kissed on her wrinkled cheek.

          Here is the popular morning market in my hometown. Goods from the hills, fields, small rivers stacked by the roadside, on the ground, a surprising abundance. The rows of tropical colourful fruits attracted my intention, Oppss, with my mouth watering. The seller is just as old as my late father. Owhhh.. I missed my father again! 'Uncle, how much is that?' I pointed to a soft spiky red rambutan on the top of the pallet in his stall. 'only RM4 a kilo!', he put a kilo of rambutan into a small plastic bag and gave to me with smile. I gave him a green note of RM5. 'no need a change uncle, please!' I ready to go when the seller grabbed my hand, and there is another bunch of rambutan. What to say! I felt so touching and immediately I grasped my mom's hand tightly.189 WORDS.

         Then, we continued our strolling along the busy market on that sunny morning, to the corner where all fishmongers gathered there waiting for their customers. At one small obsolete stall, I saw a very old woman whose body is already bent sat on the ground. There was a small stack of 'kangkung' and okra in front of her, with several blue notes of RM1. Huhuhu... whose mother is this old lady? How could her children let her sit there instead of resting at sofa in the house? I moaned with a cloud of tears inside my chest. 'Mom, why don't we buy all her 'kangkung'?, we invite grandma and uncle to eat lunch with us, uncle and Azam like 'kangkung' crazily mom, is it okay? My mom stopped walking, turn to me. I nodded with a pity face. My mom stepped towards the old lady as I expected. 'How much all that 'kangkung' auntie?' The old lady looked up, I could see her dull and tired eyes. 'RM7 only dear!' Her voice was weak and helpless. 'Never mind mom, here my money, no change mom!' I took out my only note left in my small red purse, RM20. 'Why it is so big?' The old lady refused. 'It's okay auntie, may be you will need it for something after this, thank you!' My mom took a small plastic bag of 'kangkung' from her shivering hand, and walked away from the stall, I just followed my mom's step towards the fishmongers corner without looking at the old 'nenek' anymore. I could not bear!.

            I could not bear myself strolling along the morning market. Do you know why? This is because all of them selling their goods there not to build a high Mall, or to buy a sophisticated BMW, but to earn their daily living. How much they get from business in the morning market like that? They are not a rich people, not a businessman or businesswoman with big capital to run a shop or hypermarket. They just villagers, a hardworking villager who has farming their crops in the backyard, or a small farm at the foothills. Also, they hope for a lucrative morning market to schooling their children or grandchildren, for utility bills they have to pay like us. What a pity life of villagers like them, like that old lady! So, in spite of shopping at the hypermarket or big giant shopping Mall, we can strolling and shopping here for our kitchen's need, for our fridge's content, for our family meal, even we can get cheaper price here right? 

            At the end of my strolling there, I................................................................................

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