Sunday, March 17, 2019

NOVEL..........SING TO THE DAWN


If you have the opportunity to change the ending plot of the novel,what would you like to see?

Firstly I would like to see father come down to the compound of the house and hug her daughter Dawan before she leaves to the city.Father must express his apology to Dawan for being so mean and harsh from the beginning of the novel until the day he finally gave his blessings to her.At the same time,he must give advice to Dawan on how to take care of herself when she is exposed to city life.Most importantly he must give words of encouragement to Dawan to study hard and come back to help uplift the status and life of her family and the villagers.

Secondly,it is proper for the writer to put Dawan’s sibling,Kwai  on the bus together with his sister.The reason being is because it is a frightening journey for Dawan to proceed to the city alone without anybody accompanying her.Hence the parents and ofcourse grandma would be happy to see Dawan together with Kwai on the bus and accompany her right to the doorstep of the college.Dawan’s journey would be meaningful and safe.

Tuesday, November 13, 2018

SPM NARRATIVE ESSAY


 I admitted to one fault I had when I was younger,1 had a bloated ego. And why not? I was a good student and 1 was talented too. I could sing, dance, play the piano and was good at art too. I collected medals,trophies, certificates and cash prizes, displaying them proudly at home.

My parents were proud of my feats and helped to fan my ego further by showing off and even boasting about my achievements to friends and relatives who visited us.As long as I could remember,they never failed me.I remembered when my relatives dropped by,they always put me on top when the conversation started. No wonder 1 became conceited, stuck-up and despicably unpleasant. I did not realise it but I was fast losing many friends, who found it increasingly difficult to tolerate my attitude.

Little did I know that they were praying hard for a miracle to happen that would bring me down to earth to face reality.They got their wish soon. A Talentime contest was being held in our school to collect funds for charity. Naturally, I was one of the first to register. Assured of success, I made fun of all the other contestants. I laughed at their attempts to practise, especially Tina, an average student in my class, but with a burning ambition to become a singer one day. She was determined to use this occasion as a stepping stone towards achieving her dream.Tiny Tina a singer?" I would snigger every time I passed her.

Apparently, Tina was small-framed, hardly standing at five feet in her plain canvas shoes. Whereas, I was an impressive willowy five feet six inches in my branded canvas shoes. That was another reason for me to look down on her - we came from two different strata of society!  Poor Tina. She was so intimidated by me that she would scuttle away whenever she saw me. Or she would make herself as tiny as possible and creep past me as silently as a mouse. But she had a  strong determination and resolute desire to win. Unknown to me, many of my former friends had pooled their resources together to pay for Tina s entrance fee. They even engaged a coach to teach her the finer points of singing, gathering together at Elsa s place to listen to her and help her train in the coach’s presence. I, on the other hand, blissfully enjoyed myself, dreaming of becoming Miss Talentime, but doing nothing to work for it. I thought I was perfect and did not need any practice.

Finally, the day dawned. I was the fifth contestant and Tina, the eighth. I went up on stage, smiling, waving, blowing kisses behaving exactly like a prima donna. But when the first strains of music filled the hall,1started off on the wrong note. In consternation,I stopped and signalled to start again. This time, I began too late. There was no coordination between my singing and the music. It sounded jarring to my own ears. I panicked and stopped. I looked at the sea of faces before me; some were, laughing, some looking sympathetic, some shaking their heads, and some - yes, they were jeering. My mouth opened and closed like a toad. Then, I turned and ran out, the jeering laughter still echoing in my ears.

Offstage, I came face-to-face with none other than my nemesis - Tiny Tina, the bane of my life. I had teased and insulted her cruelly, yet there I was, standing before her, vulnerable and exposed in my shame. This was her chance to fling back into my face all the sneers and scornful remarks I had meted out to her. I expected to see spite and revenge in her eyes. But no! That was not what she did. She caught my hands and cried! I could not believe it. Tina, whom I had treated so badly, was crying for me, mumbling, ‘I m so sorry, Sara. So... so... sorry. You must try again. Here, take my number. You can go in my stead...

My tears dried up. I stood straight and proud, but not with the arrogant pride I had displayed so far. This was pride, touched with humility. My pride had taken a fall, but my dignity still remained and I wanted to redeem myself. I thrust back her number into her hands, saying gently, ‘No, Tina. I’m sorry for bullying you so much.
“But this is your dream and you will achieve it. Put your whole heart into it”My tears welled up.I hugged her and turned her towards the stage.  Her friends (my former friends, in fact) stared open-mouthed, unable to believe what they were witnessing. Yes, indeed, as they had prayed for, my ego was finally flattened, deflated, like a balloon losing air. Needless to say, Tina was declared Miss Talentime.

 When the results were announced, I was the first to reach her, hugging her tightly and congratulating her wholeheartedly, before others came to heap their best wishes.
  Tina and I have remained close friends ever since. She is now a prominent lawyer, not the famous singer that she had once dreamed of becoming. And I - I am that singer now. 

See how fate has overturned events? The diminutive Tina became a vociferous lawyer, standing fierce and tall in the court, and the smart alec,multi-talented Sara a singer, albeit a well-known one. Sometimes, I sit down in a quiet moment and 1 think of that fateful day when I learnt my lesson.

SPM NARRATIVE ESSAY


   Narrative essay: Write a story beginning with:I felt so nervous when I walked  into the room…..

I felt so nervous when I walked into the room, it’s the counsellor room, in my school, MM Rantau Panjang. I was in my class engrossed with my English essay when suddenly a student came over to my class.She conveyed the news that the  counsellor  wanted  to see  me  in  his room.Immediately I could recall something was up his sleeve.This was because every student knew that the counsellor is not a kind and approachable teacher. His face is not friendly and none of my friends like to confront  him. 

Everyone knew that if they were called by him, they would absolutely be in a hot soup. I was not in his good book.I always skipped classes, slept in the class, and frequently not finishing my homework or assignment given by the teachers.

I remembered i was in a room feeling nervous.He wanted to know what my problems were and was there any good reasons to support my case.Surprisingly he mentioned that he wanted to help me if my case is justified.Then I build up my courage. I told him, that I was born in a family which basically living from hands to mouth.

I have 9 siblings and me, being the eldest sister must be a role model for my other sisters and brothers. Five of them are still schooling in primary school and the rest are not schooling yet. I am in form five now. I will be having a big exam, SPM, this year, and my daily routines are full of  domestic works and ofcourse the school homework and assignments.

. I did not pay much attention towards my studies because I cared for my siblings  more. If we have enough money then, we could afford for my siblings to further their studies. Therefore I have to help my parents to get as much money as possible.That was why I sacrificed mine for them.For almost an hour, I told him my life story and finally I said, “Those are the routine in my everyday life.” 

My teacher gave a low sigh and told me, “It’s alright Aisyah,why don’t you tell me earlier about all of this? Maybe I can help you to get some money. We can do a charity sale or run for charity! I can also ask the headmaster and other teachers to help you. Then you can focus your examination the end of this year. I’m proud of you Aisyah.”

The counsellor had help me a lot. I did not know how I can ever thank him. In the end, I passed my SPM examination with flying colours. I couldn’t believe my eyes as I was looking at my results. My parents then had their own cupcake bakery called ‘Big Family Cupcakes’.

My family lived happily ever since I  stepped into the room.