English Essay-Alone

             ASSALAMUALAIKUM...hey guys, what's up? ape kabor? Teman baik aje dekat sini. Waaah, dah berhabuk la blog aku ni! Macam-macam sarang ade dekat sini. Sarang lelabah, Sarang tikus, Sarang maks...err...hehe. Dah lama sebenarnye aku tak post benda-benda merepek kat sini. Waktu post aku tak ade mengganggu hidup kalian, aku cuma tengok-tengok post orang and then usha blog orang. Sometimes aku ada jugak usha blog sendiri cari ilham nak tulis something tapi macam otak aku pun dah bersarang nampak gayanya. Well, apa tidaknya, kini aku sudahpun bergelar lepasan SPM...! Mula-mula tu best laa jugak...tapi lepas dh berminggu-minggu menganggur, aku rasa menyampahlaa pulak.
        Tapikan, yang paling best, aku dah takyah pergi serkowlarh!!!hahaha...sekarang ni aku cuma duduk gelakkan adik aku yang pergi sekolah...padan muka...MUAHAHAHA....bukan apa, dah lama aku idamkan saat ni...saat apabila dia ke sekolah dan aku di rumah. kuikuikui...!
        Apa-apapun aku nak ucapkan Selamat Tahun Baru(walaupun terlambat...alaa biarlaa A.A.K.) dan aku nak cakap...get ready untuk menerima cabaran tahun ni dengan iman di dada dan azam di tangan(apasal kat tangan?) serta post aku yang tak berapa nak menarik ni menghantui hidup kalian!MUAHAHAH...
        Okay-okay, dah habis mukaddimah, harini aku nak menge'share' esei bahasa inggerisku yang aku gunakan waktu SPM haritu...macam-macam pembaikan aku dah lakukan(jumpa cikgu, warden, mak ngah, mak long...aku ada mak long ke?!) sebelum post nih...so, hopefully korang enjoy...
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Gabriel did not know how it started. The only thing he knew; he was living in a post apocalyptic world since the day he was born. Lonely and hopeless, he put his hand on the empty rack wishing that it was filled with food. He was running out of them. The temperature of the basement shot up to 55 degrees as yesterday’s was 30 degrees. Gabriel thought the heat above had probably risen to 100 degrees. The world had become a disastrous state because of greedy mankind. Thanks to them, the temperature of the earth shot up higher each day forcing everybody to live underground.
Sweat beads streamed profusely from on top of his head before it connected at the end of his chin. His face turned beet-root red and his dirty shirt was drenched with sweat due to the unbearable heat. He felt as though he was in a supreme misery, additionally when the network of pipes gushed out hot gases with hissing sound.
December had passed. Gabriel did not feel any signs of winter. The things he experienced were excruciating. The hot steamy pipes gave an overrated burning sensation as he accidentally touched them. Consequently, layers of scorched skin spotted everywhere on his arms. When he brought a cup of coffee up the exit tunnel near the surface, it boiled. It went the same to the rice, eggs, sausages, canned sardines and instant noodles.
He thought he could survive until he found out that his food supplies were finished on one of his rough days. He ignored it until he turned really skinny out of hunger. His bone structure looked brittle and fragile. There was only one word to describe him; malnourished. Finally, he decided to search for food at the very face of the earth and one way to do that: go out at night when the temperature lowered down before the break of dawn.
As the dark veiled, he began his mission. He took all his muscles to search for food in every block but it seems fruitless. Nothing could be found. The clock was ticking slowly. He crept in his petty pace from hour to hour seeking for a destination that was never found. Mightily exhausted he was as his stomach shrieked for food in protest. The sign ‘Live or Die Trying’ he saw back at a petrol station he passed by, motivated him to satisfy his hunger. Simultaneously, his lust to eat was portrayed in his eyes.
Suddenly, his eyes halted to an abandoned building half eaten by the raging fire. What left was just the front part of the building which was made up of red bricks; so tough it only hardens when put under high temperature heat. Gabriel’s wild guess, it was the main office. Dust scattered everywhere when he started to walk towards an opened door that led him to a room deep inside. Towards the end, he saw a door and walks towards it. The rusty knobs felt cold in his grip. He stood there and twisted it before opened the door and there it was, a whole stacks of boxes piling up to the ceiling. What makes it even more interesting was the label: TONY & CO “SARDINES IN CAN”. He smiled to his ears. It was quite a while he ever done his prayer. That time, he did it. When he finished his prayer, he took two boxes home; enough to survive within a fortnight. At that precise moment, it was the break of dawn.
Gabriel was over the moon on his way back as his mission almost accomplished before suddenly he saw a source of a great trouble like the hornet’s nest. The golden sun was planted at the horizon, shining gleefully. Feeling in contrary, Gabriel ran hastily. Suddenly, he hit a large rock and the cans were thrown out of the vulnerable boxes and scattered he tried to collect the cans but the situation took him on the thinnest ice. He sensed one thing he feared the most; the enraged fire-producing ray.
He could see it coming. The angry blaze produced by the scorching sun licked up everything on its way. He ran quickly to avoid, when eventually he was cornered down by it. The raging inferno lashed its anger to everything that blocked its path. It danced victoriously to the rhythm of the wind, ready to engulf him. Suddenly, life flashed before him. He was an obedient son. His parents were killed by the ‘sun ray’ in front of him. The reminiscence made him drew bullets of tear on his flawless cheeks. Soon, he will join his parents in heaven. When he thought that the time had come, suddenly, he heard someone screamed “Hey! Get inside!” he saw, few metres away, a man frantically signalled him to get inside the very building he was cornered at. It was a race against time, but he managed to cheat death and he knew it was not the end, it was just a beginning.

Doa Seorang Hamba

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And finally she says yes

By: Shakif Suhaimi
Class: 5 Bougainvillea

My third essay yang cikgu aku beri sebelum exam haritu. Cikgu kata suruh buat cerita yang romantik and happy. Tapi aku rasa aku tak mampu nak buat cerita bergenre sedemikian. Rasa macam susah je la. Hehe, sorry Teacher Amy. But I'll try to make an essay about something related to romance to be posted here one day. One day tu bilalahkan? hahaha. 

Biar aku ceritakan serba sedikit tentang essay ni. Ia mencerita kan tentang....Ala bacalah kalau nak tahu. Hehe. Kalau ada komen, sila komen kat comment box kat bahagian bawah ye. Ye la, manalah tahu kot kot ada banyak salah grammar ke, boleh jugak betulkan untuk aku supaya aku takdela melakukan kesalahan yang sama aje bile tulis essay atau karangan. Ape-ape pun, enjoy...

p/s: gambar tu sekadar hiasan ye...
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        Sara and I were friends since childhood. It started when she moved next to my house. I still remember the date she moved in, 20th December 2000. It was during the holidays before school season began. My mother was the one who introduced me to her. Since then, we became friends. We developed our friendship as both of us entered the same school in the year 2003, standard one. Plus, she was my classmate for the next six years, until now. So, we became best friends by time, and during that time, I developed something in my heart. Now, every time when I go out with her, I still feel that in my heart. It is love.

        Coincidentally  we manage to get into the same university and the same class. We met Rezza, a rich, smart and handsome student, which was also my roommate at the hostel. His father, Encik Rahman was my father’s best friend.His family is nice. They get nicer to me as they know that my father had died few years ago. Anyway, it was his father who supported me for my scholarship. Knowing that, my mom and I owe him our lives. 

        Ever since Sara and I knew Rezza, she never stopped talking about him. When we hang out together, she talked about how smart Rezza is. Every time after classes while we were sitting at the cafe having a cup of coffee, she spoke about how handsome he is to her. In a day, almost 24 hours she mentions his name, even in the Facebook. I wonder what is wrong with her. But, I loathed it for sure. Even though, I just kept quiet and listened. One day, Sara told me something while we were hanging out at the cafe after a class.

        “Danny, “

        “Yes?” I raised my eyebrows and smiled.

        “You know what? I think I am in love. ”

        “What?!”

        “Yeah, I am in love right now, “she said again and smiled while gazing at a cup of hot latte on the table.

        “Well, with whom?” I asked.

        “Let me guess, with Rezza?” I hoped it was not him that she meant. 

        “Yup! You are right. ”My heart sank. I was taken aback with her answer.

        “He already took my heart since we first met, you see. I do not know why, but I feel that my heart is always with him. He is driving me crazy. Guess what, yesterday he proposed me to be her girlfriend. I was so happy. I…I am happy. ”she smiled.

        “Ehm…I am happy too! “I said, tried to smile even it is hard.

        “Yeah? You are happy for me? ”

        “Yes of course. “

        “Me too. He will be my soul mate one day. I hope so…”Soul mate? What about me?

        “…and you will be my best friend forever. We will be together no matter what happens. “

        ‘Best friend? Yes, best friend. I should know the boundary and must not cross it. Why am I so dumb? ‘Take note Danny, you and Sara are just friends, not more than that! As long as she is happy I will do anything,’ said my heart. I hoped that she will never know my feelings to her. It will be complicated.

        “Having a hard time?” I turn my head. Mom passes me a glass of tea before sitting beside me at the rooftop. I take the glass and have a sip. The cold night breeze of the semester holiday forces me to hug myself. 

        “Thanks mom. “

        “What did I do?”

        “Thanks for the tea. It tastes perfect, “I praise.

        “It is the same tea that you have been tasted since you were small. Anyway, it is my pleasure. “We smile. Then, we keep silent for a while.

        “Is there something you want to share with me?” Mom asks breaking the silence.

My face turns gloomy. I keep quiet for a second and take deep a breath before saying, “It is about Sara. “

        “Let me guess, you like her and she does not know that?” I nod, slowly.

        “I like her a lot. We have been friends from the time when we were kids. We share a lot of things together. I still remember how she cried when Haziq and his gang were bullying her. Then, I came to help but I was beaten up by them. She helped me on my bruises and at that time, she had stopped crying. I felt healed when I looked at her. She looked so worried. I saw that in her eyes. But, she was worried as a friend. Not more. It took years for me to be ready and tell her about this. Now, she is with someone else and I think that I should not…“My voice starts to shake. Less than a second, I sob in front of mom. She stares at me and grabs my left shoulder with her left hand.

        “Cry if you want to. It is the best way to make you feel better. ”Then, I cry.

        “I love her, mom. I love her!”I put my head on mom’s shoulder and cry louder.

        Khatijah, Danny’s mother, smiles. The situation was just like the old days when Danny was a little boy. He will sit on the roof until the night ends. Every time when it happens, she will always lend her shoulder. 
She pats her only son and stares the sky. ‘Give him some strength, God, the All Hearing. I am begging You. My son needs You’. She shed her tears.

        Kring! Kring!

        I wipe my tears and take the call as my phone rings.

        “Hello? “

        “Danny! “

        “Sara? “I look at mom.

        “Listen, I want to share with you the biggest moment in my life! “Sara shouts.

        “Okay! Okay! Relax. Now, tell me slowly. What is it? “I wonder what is happening.

        “Okay. Emm, Rezza asked me to have a dinner with him. So, I said yes. At the restaurant, when I was drinking my sparkling juice, I almost gulp down something, and guess what? It was a ring! It was a ring, Danny! He proposed me in front of everyone. Oh my God, I was so happy! “My face turns gloomy for the second time.

        “Then, I said I want to go to the ladies, and now what am I suppose to do? I have not given him a single answer yet. He is out there waiting for me. “I gaze the stars and keep quiet. ‘Come on Danny, you should be happy for her. She is getting married. ’

        “Danny? “I am still quiet.

        “Danny?! “I look at mom. She gives me her sweetest smile like always.

        “Danny??!! “

        “Just say yes… “I answer.

        “Go out, meet him and say it… “I say, and let the tears drawn on my flawless cheek.

        “Do you think so? Okay… “She takes a deep breath before I hear the sound of a door opens.

        “Rezza… “Her voice gives me all jitters. I am shaking to hear it.

        “Sara! So, what is your answer? Will you marry me? “Please say no. Please Sara, say no.

        “I…I do not know what to say, I say…, “and finally she says yes. 

The Most Embarrassing Moment In My Life

Hey guyz...assalamualaikum and selamat sejahtera...harap2 korang semua sihat wal 'afiat di bawah lindungannya...I'm currently dekat asrama tengah menjalani 'perkampungan ilmu' bulan Mei 2013.  Memang sangat memenatkan tambahan pulak kerja rumah yang dibekalkan oleh cikgu-cikgu kesayangan aku dan kawan-kawan yang kene disiapkan and hantar lepas cuti. Hurgh!! 

So, harini aku nak meng'share' dengan korang semua 2nd English Essay yang telah aku brainstorm yang menjadi homework aku untuk subjek english. Soalan ni cikgu aku bagi waktu dalam kelas. So, akupun buatlah dengan tungkus lumusnya menyiapkan essay yang cikgu bagi ni walaupun grammar tunggang langgang. But, inilah hasil kerja keras aku sendiri...bacelah...

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        My friends are all gathering at the river watching a dead body. The gloomy morning turns havoc. A body of 17 years old boy was found dead earlier this morning by one of my friend. Bloated. It is Steven. He is floating on the river’s surface widen his mouth and eyes as wide as possible but the soul was not there. I stand there behind the group, staring at him and giving the smile of gratification. Two days ago our school held a summer camp at Ruin Forest. It was the happiest moment in my life as I could not have this with my parents even for an hour. We built the tents quickly `under Mr. Anderson’s instruction soon as we reach here. The sky gets darker as the camp was fully built. That night, we get loud beside the camp fire singing and strumming David’s guitar. We broke the tranquility of the night, sharing jokes, stories, sang songs, laughing out loud and eating barbecues. We were really having fun that night. I started to feel the bond between us-my classmates except Steven. I intentionally break it-the bonds. He was the most annoying person that I have ever known since form 1. Being with him for 5 years in the same class was just like I am in a place of state of supreme misery. Now, he is dead. No more Steven. No more suffer and agony.  

        “Kevin, wake up! It is already six in the morning!” Steven’s loud voice interrupted my sleep. I slowly woke up and showed him the Shrek’s angriest face ever. For a while, I thought, why did I share my tent with him in the first place? His voice was ear-deafening. “What?! What do you want?” I said but still in sleepy mode. “It is already six, Mr. Anderson told us to get ready for our first activity. Now take your towel and get ready,” Steven said with a mother tone and gave me my orange light towel. He never was being this kind to me. What was into him? Maybe he was still drunk because of last night. But, we did not drink any alcohols. Plus, Mr. Anderson would kill us if he knew it. What a weird boy. Sleepy, I grabbed my towel and went out of the tent and walked towards the nearest river to take a shower with my eyes closed. Suddenly, someone held me on the shoulder and led me to somewhere I did not sure but I just followed because I was super sleepy. The person brought me to the right and to the left. Few moments later, I heard the sound of water flowing came from a river. A gentle morning wind forced me to shiver a coupled of time as I was half naked because the only thing that I wore was my towel.

        We walked through a few short bushes before we finally stopped. “We are here, “he whispered. The voice sounded familiar. “Here? Where? You mean the river? “I asked but my eyes still closed. “Yes, the river, “he answered before he chuckled. I smelled something wrong in the situation. The cynical aura shrouded me. “Aaaa...! “A girl’s voice made me to open my small eyes. I saw Jenny, Maria, Gabriela, Patricia and all of my girl friends were staring at me. I was the core of the attraction when I found myself in the girls’ territory. I looked behind. I was bomb shelled. The person who led me here was Steven. He gave me a satisfying smile. “We are here! “He said it again and quickly pulled off my towel. The girls shouted a notch higher. I stared in surprised as I get myself in my birthday suit. The obstreperous condition we encountered as running and screaming from the females were all that I could see and hear, and I was the one who triggered it. Steven laughed out loud watching me without a string on my body. I was humiliated and mortified. I ran away and get into my tent hastily. That was the greatest humiliation I have ever experienced. It was the most embarrassing moment in my life that I will never forget.

        ‘Naked boy! Naked boy! Naked boy... ‘Steven and my friends were encircling me with their jeering words and tone. I shut my ears as their voices crescendo-ed. Their jeering faces forced me to lock my eyes. “Please stop...! I say stop! “I shouted. “Stop it! “I opened my eyes. Relieved. It was just a dream. My face was covered by sweats. I glimpsed on the blue clock beside me, it was three o’ clock in the morning. I turned my face and stared at Steven on my right. Steven. The human I hated the most in my life. I stared him grimly and clenched my teeth. Suddenly, something popped out into my mind. I get closer to him and put my hands around his neck. Without further thinking, I squeezed his throat like a washed laundry needs to be dried. He opened his eyes widely before struggled to escape. To prevent him, I banged his head with my head, and in a split second he died. I quickly lifted his body and went to the nearest river beside the camp and threw it. Soon, I get into the tent, to continue my sleeping and pretend like nothing happened.

        “...and when I woke up, he was gone. I thought he went to the toilet. But, then I heard loud voices out of the tent. So, I decided to check on what had happened, and I was knocked for six when I saw Steven’s body floating in the river. I...I...I do not know what to say... “I sob. The police officer then grabs my shoulder and say, “I understand...may God bless your best friend. We will let you know if there is any information about his death soon. You may go now ““Thank you police officer, thank you very much. “I walk and smile cynically, leaving the policeman obliviously being fooled.

Kenapa Aku Still Single?

Aku ade meng'usha' satu blog ni...tuptup keluarlaa pulak entri bertanya kepada blogger tu kenapa dia masih single...secara kebetulannya semua yang dia nyatakan kat dalam blognya sama 100 peratus dengan apa yang ade dalam hati aku selama ni...so inilah sebab-sebab mengapa aku still single...

1. sebab aku pun tak berapa nak pasti sama ada aku nak bercouple pun tak.. walaupun aku ada syok kat seseorang tapi takde dalam fikiran aku harap or fikir nak orang tu jadi partner aku.. kalau aku dah rapat dengan orang tu pun dah buat aku rasa happy..

2. maybe aku ni berharap orang lain yang akan cari aku melainkan aku yang cari orang tu.. macam harap ada seseorang datang try nak pikat or buat lamaran lah.. but sampai sekarang takde pun orang buat macam tu kat aku.. 

3. definisi aku tentang 'macam mana hubungan orang macam kita' ini seharusnya berlaku adalah agak complicated.. aku tak lihat daripada segi kalau orang nak berkasih-sayang, mereka perlu declare tentang hubungan mereka.. misalnya macam kata "he's my girlfriend", "he's my lover".. but, instead we declare it as 'love relationship', aku nak ia jadi 'flirtationship'.. maksudnya, 'more than friendship, but less than relationship'.. 

 4. aku juga tak ada keyakinan yang orang akan suka/jatuh hati pada orang macam aku ni.. aku pun tak tahu kenapa.. kalau ada orang kata yang dia suka kat aku, macam aku susah nak boleh terima hakikat orang suka kat aku.. sebab aku tak rasa orang akan suka orang seperti aku.. macam aku fikir aku ni bukanlah type yang usually orang akan suka.. 

5. tak berkeyakinan pada diri sendiri.. takut kena reject.. mungkin tak rasa diri ini menarik sangat kot.. tapi hakikatnya rupa takde lah buruk sangat juga.. 

6. kebiasaannya, aku ada masalah untuk nak tunjuk perasaan aku kat orang lain.. macam kalau aku marah or tak puas hati kat seseorang, usually orang lain takkan boleh perasan.. sama lah kalau aku kalau suka pada seseorang.. 

7. sebahagian dari diri aku still fikir hubungan perasaan adalah sesuatu yang agak lain.. sebab itu aku teragak-agak untuk bercinta.. dan kerana itu juga lah, sebalik kita anggap ia adalah hubungan cinta, alternatifnya aku nak ia jadi satu 'flirtationship'.. sebab aku fikir ia adalah pilihan yang lagi bagus, daripada rasa bersalah untuk bercinta .. sebab aku ni biar pun tak alim, but memang timbul rasa bersalah kalau aku bercinta.. rasa bersalah pada Tuhan lah..

8. mungkin sebab aku tak romantik.. jadi fikir rugi lah kalau orang dapat lelaki macam aku ni..

9. sampai mana hubungan ini akan bertahan?? tapi pada masa yang sama, memang ada wujud perasaan untuk mahu disayangi oleh someone yang kita sendiri pun sayang juga..

10. aku tak tahu sama ada aku betul-betul jatuh cinta atau pun ia hanya sekadar satu mainan perasaan kalau aku suka seseorang.. usually memang ia hanya satu mainan perasaan je.. sampai sekarang, aku pun tak pasti sama ada aku benar-benar pernah jatuh cinta ataupun tak.. and sebab tu lah, kalau aku jatuh hati pada seseorang, aku akan pastikan betul-betul kalau perasaan aku itu benar-benar telus..

11. aku fikir aku ni jenis yang tak laku.. even ada je yang kata aku ni muka elok je.. tapi serius aku cakap, aku fikir aku jenis yang tak laku..

Video yang sangat bermesej

Assalamualaikum...post menarik untuk bulan ni!!! sebenarnya video ni aku terjumpa dekat dalam laptop ni haah...bila tengok video ni buatkan aku rasa sedih...abaikan tentang unsur agama lain dalam video ni...yang aku nak tekankan dekat sini ialah tentang mesejnya...video ni memaparkan tentang sebuah keluarga campur-cina kahwin dengan india yang baru kehilangan seorang ahli dalam keluarga mereka iaitu si bapa yang merupakan seorang yang berbangsa cina. Seperti kebiasaan, si isteri akan mengucapkan kata-kata terakhir buat si suami sebelum dikebumikan. Namun, ucapannya bukanlah mengenai pujian tentang si suami. Malah, dia menceritakan kekurangan suaminya. Bukanlah dia ingin memburuk-burukkan si suami, tapi dia cuba beritahu kepada semua orang yang menghadiri majlis pengebumian suaminya ter masuk anak-anaknya tentang kekurangan suaminya yang menjadi kesempurnaan di matanya. Like what people say " the little imperfections that make him/her perfect to us ". Diakhir ucapannya, dia menasihati anak-anaknya untuk mencari seorang pasangan yang 'beautifully imperfect' sepertimana ketidaksempurnaan suaminya yang menjadi kesempurnaa baginya.