PPGPJJ SEMESTER 1 SESI 2014 / 2015

BIU 3013

GENERAL ENGLISH

ESSAY WRITING

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NAME

ID NUMBER

PHONE NUMBER

AZINAH BINTI ANUAR

D20112053238

01294166020

E-LEARNING GROUP

UPSI 01

E-LEARNING LENTURER

DR. CHARANJIT KAUR A/P SWARAN SINGH

DATE OF SUBMITTED

24 NOVEMBER 2014

A neighbourhood I have lived before.

Last year after 15 years of living abroad, I finally flew back to my beloved country. When I
reached home, I was greeted by my family and cute little nieces and nephews that Ive never
meet before. Suddenly, I started thinking about field where I used to play with my friends and
neighbors all through my primary school years.

The next morning, after breakfast, I told that I would like to go to the field where I
used to spend my evening with my friends and neighbors. My mom began to frown. Then,
she told me that the particular field is no longer a field now. She asked me to see for myself.

I drove my moms car to the field. My mom was right. What used to be the field is no
longer a field. The land has been transformed into a housing area. The big tree in the centre of
the field is no more there. The tree which my friends and I used to climbed. I remembered we
would sit on the big branches and sang our hearts out. The vast piece of land now lined with 3
rows of terraced houses.

Then, I went to one end of the field where I remembered I would sit on the tree trunk
facing a small river wherever I felt sad. When I reached the site, the tree trunk was chopped
until it is as the same level as the ground. The little river does not look the same as before.
There used to be beautiful plant all along the river, but now it is has turned into a big drain. A
big concrete drain! There were no more beautiful plants lining the riverbank, but grasses.

After spending some time there, looking around, I decided to call it a day. As I got
up, I met a few kids playing near the drain. I asked them what they were doing. They said
they were playing with paper boats. They sailed the paper boats along the drain as there was
little water in it. When I told them about the river, they groaned with regret. They said they
would be happy if the river was still there. Well, there goes saying, Nothing is permanent in
this world, except for its creator, Allah.