The Person I Admire Most The person I admire most is none other than my maternal aunt, Mak Su Midah.

She is my mothers youngest sister. I love Mak Su Midah because she is a responsible and understanding person. Mak Su Midah stands 161 cm, with a petite, slim figure. She has fair complexion, smiling eyes and lustrous, black, shoulder-length hair. Her face is as smooth as silk, and she has rosy cheeks and pink lips. Being a successful businesswoman, she holds herself very well and has the charm and grace to go with it. Mak Su Midah owns a chain of bakeries in Johor Bahru. She is a person who always puts her best foot forward and she is planning to expand her business to other major cities like Melaka, Seremban and Singapore. As a single mother, Mak Su Midah always works hard to provide for her three sons. Although she is busy with her business, she always finds time to spend with them. She makes sure they have dinner together. During school holidays, Mak Su Midah would also take some time off to take her sons for a vacation. Her sons are doing very well in school as they are very disciplined and focused. Mak Su Midah is a good role model not only to me, but also to her sons. Although she is very successful, Mak Su Midah is very humble, modest and respectful to everyone. She is also supportive towards her siblings and never fails to help anyone who is in trouble. Sometime ago, my father was in a financial distress and Mak Su Midah stepped up and helped him to solve his problem. I have learnt to be like her in this respect. She always says that helping others brings her joy. Mak Su Midah is also always understanding and supportive towards me. As a young child, I used to play with her and I even broke her favourite vase, but she was very patient with me and never lost her temper. Besides that she always encourages me to study hard and reminds me to stay focused. She is like a friend to me and also the favourite aunt of all her nephews and nieces. To me, she is my role model. When I grow up, I want to be like her. That would certainly make my parents very happy to have a daughter who is not only successful, but also respectful to everyone. My school My school, Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan Sri Cempaka is located in Taman Indah, about three kilometers away from the town center. It was built in 1961, the first secondary school in the district. It is a grade A school and has more than 2000 students. To cater such a big population, there are thirty classrooms with busy sessions both in the morning and afternoon as well. As you enter the school compound, you will immediately come to the office. It is on the ground floor of a three storey building which also holds the library and two Science laboratories. The school hall which can seat 1000 students is next to the office. The hall has witnessed a lot of glorious moments ever since it was built 25 years ago. There is a spacious garden behind the office block. It is a beautiful garden with exotic palm trees and a fish pond. Each of uniform body in the school takes turn to clean the garden every weekend. Just beside the garden is the school canteen. It is a large canteen and sells varieties of food. I particularly love the Laksa. It is very delicious. The school field is well-equipped. It has a football field, a hockey field, a basketball court and two volleyball courts. It is not surprising as the students in this school are active in sports. Many of the students play football, basketball and hockey for the state. The school is also the champion in the district athletics games for three consecutive years.

Although the school is old, it has a proud history of producing brilliant students who are good in sports and in their studies. I love the school because of the friendly students and dedicated teachers there. I will definitely miss this school when I leave it at the end of this year.

Write a story beginning with, I could not believe my eyes I could not believe my eyes as I saw the skinny lady who was walking slowly towards the medicine counter. She looked old, haggard and depressed. She looked so familiar to me, but a younger, happier version. There was no way I could be wrong. Quietly, she sat on one of the chairs and waited patiently for her turn to collect her medicine. I suddenly remembered, it had to be Diana, my best friend in secondary school. But this person looked too old to be 30. Anyway, I braved myself to approach her. Hearing my footsteps, she looked up slowly. You are Diana Yusof, arent you? She nodded her head silently. Hello, Amira? You are looking good. Her remarks reminded me of how beautiful she had been once. Diana had been the school beauty. Everyone had admired her for her looks, her brains and her beautiful character. One day, Diana had stopped coming to school. No one knew where her family had gone and why they had left so suddenly. Taking a seat next to her, I wondered what had happened to her. Why did you leave so suddenly, Diana? Why? She looked at me nervously. I could sense that she was reluctant to talk and expose a part of her life. After a long silence, finally, she started telling me her story. Her mother had been diagnosed with cancer and there was nothing the doctors could do. They said that she had only three months to live. Her father decided to return to their hometown, to let her live in peace. Her father, distressed by his wifes death, started to neglect his own health and three months later, he too died, leaving Diana in the care of her aunt. Tears rolled down Dianas cheeks as she related the difficult years with her aunt. Her aunt treated her badly. She forced her to quit school and to work at a restaurant. The cruel old lady often beat her. Her cousins, jealous of her beauty, were nastier than their mother. Now that the aunt was old, her five children had left her when they realised that she needed special care. Despite her aunts poor treatment of her, Diana felt sorry for her. She has no one else, she said. I have promised to take care of her. I looked at Diana and saw her goodness. Instead of seeing a gaunt and weary figure, I saw an amazingly beautiful human being. My heart went out to her. Just then, her name was called. She got up and collected the medicine which, I knew, was for her aunt. Her story reminded me of something my mother used to say, Life is like an onion: You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep. Before leaving, Diana turned and smiled sadly at me. I never saw her again after that.