A Weekend At The Village.

Tok and Wan are the two most adorable loving and optimistic people in
my life. They are the backbone of our family. Every crisis and challenge is faced
bravely due to the interference of Tok and Wan. I am very proud to say that
I am the apple of Toks eyes. Every year, I look forward to a wonderful time
with Tok andWan at the village. My best holiday at the village was during the
last school holidays.

My father opted to use the highway by passing through Selangor and Perak
to go to our hometown, which was located in Kedah. My father decided to use
the highway because it can save on time and we can travel faster . As we were
nearing Perak, the blazing sun was shining through the hills. There was a loud
noise of birds chirping and flapping their wings as they flew away from their
home searching for food. As my stomach started growling, my father decided to
stop at a makeshift stall along the road to have some food. As we stepped out
of the car, the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee and roti canai with
spicy curry whetted my appetite and made me feel even more hungrier than
before. When we had satisfied our hunger, we continued our journey to our
hometown.

As the sun disappeared over the horizon, giving out rays of faint and yellow
light, we reached the entrance to the village. When we entered the main
entrance of the village, we could see the paddy fields like a sea of daffodils
dancing to the breeze. We also saw the village women, balancing small rattan
baskets on their heads, walking in single file across the paddy fields returning
home from work. All the hardship was endured to make sure theres food on the
table for their family. When we arrived at my grandfathers house, we saw an
albino cow. The cow was chewing the fresh green grass while swishing its tail
left to right under the shade of an old tree.

As we stepped out from the car, the smell of freshly cut grass greeted us.
The areas around our grandparents house were very neat surrounded with the
fresh air. We were greeted by our grandparents with smiles on their faces. My
grandparents may look old but they were still as strong as a young man. They
were very nice and caring people. We can tell by looking at their faces that they
were overjoyed to see us. For dinner, my grandmother prepared a variety of
food. My grandmothers signature dish was sambal ketuk which was very spicy
as it makes our eyes water. After we were done enjoying the delicious food, my
mother helped my grandmother with the dishes while my brother and I came
out to see the bright shining stars. The stars twinkled in the black sky like
thousands of fireflies.

Since it was the fruit season, we decided to visit my grandfathers farm on
the next day. We went there after we had our breakfast. I was in awe when I
set foot on the farm. We could see a variety of fresh fruits and vegetables. The
wind carried the strong smell of durians and other fruity aromas. My
grandfather let us taste any fruits that we wanted. The striking red rambutans
caught my attention. So, I picked one and ate it. It was very sweet and juicy. In
the afternoon, I went to the fish pond with my siblings. I decided to try my luck
on fishing. Unfortunately, I did not manage to catch any fish. I was really
frustrated but my spirit was never down. So, I tried again and this time I got an
enormous catfish. But luck was never on my side, the fish slipped out of my
hands and fell back into the pond. I returned home empty-handed and with a
frown on my face.

On the next day, the sun peered over the hills, spreading its light slowly
over the valleys and open plains. My mother prepared some mouth-watering
delicacies for the picnic. After having a light breakfast, we got into my fathers
Toyota Vellfire and left home with smiles on our faces. We took 30 minutes to
reach the beach. The beach was packed with picnickers. The pale sun look down
from a dull, white sky, giving little warmth and light. The tall coconut trees
danced gracefully to the rhythm of the sea breeze. My sister tried to build a
sand castle with the sand which was as smooth as velvet. The birds were
twittering and warbling joyfully in the sky. My siblings and I swam in the cool
crystal clear water. All of us enjoyed our picnic at the beach.

In the bright and sunny evening, we decided to visit the fishing village.
When we set foot at the entrance of the fishing village, the pungent of salted
fish hit out nostrils. As we took a stroll around the village, we smell were
mesmerized by the panoramic view that awaited us. We could see children
running around joyfully half naked without bothered of the people around them.
Most men were out in the sea fishing as it was their rice bowls while some of
them were seen fixing their nets at their homes. We could also see the ladies
drying salted fish under the hot blazing sun. All the houses in the village were
arranged accordingly in a single row. We could feel the warmth and friendliness
among the villagers as we walked through the village.

Every good thing must come to an end. It was time to say goodbye to our
grandparents and returned home. Our visit to the village was exhilarating and
memorable. With tears in our eyes, we hugged our grandparents and hopped
into the car hoping to come back soon.

Holiday In Village (2)
***2nd Group Essay. Sorry for any grammatical errors.

During school holidays, I went to my grandparents village. The
eagerly awaited weekends bring a respite from homework, lessons,
extracurricular activities and exams. For me, spending a weekend at
my grandparents village is equally unbearable, what with mothers
nagging and fathers litany of abuse and complaints. That is why every
weekend I long to go to my grandparents village.

On a bright sunny day, as I approached the village, I can see the
wooden houses with zinc or thatched roofs. A soft cool breeze blows. It
caresses my skin and whispers into my ears and I can also hear the
soft rustle of leaves. On my way to the village, I can see the paddy
fields swaying and dancing to the rhythm of the wind. That is my first
impression of my grandparents village at Alor Star, Kedah.

The villagers were busy doing their chores when I arrived. As my
father drove me to my grandparents house, the villagers looked up
and gave us a warm smile and were waving at us. When we reached
my grandparents house, my grandfather was outside waiting patiently
for our arrival. I realized my grandfather has grown old. His grey hair
has covered half of his head. When we smile, there is shortage of
teeth. Looking at my grandfather, I was laughing inside out. My father
unloaded the baggage from the car when I ran to my grandfather and
gave him a hug. My father shakes my grandfathers hand and
apologized for not being able to spend time at the village and that he
will return in a week to fetch me.

After my father departure, my grandmother invited me to have lunch
with her. She told me that she has cooked all my favorite dishes. As I
stepped into the house, the aroma of sambal belacan was making my
mouth water. I quickly washed my hand and sat at the dining table
ready to eat but sadly I had to wait for my grandparents to join me as
well. The dishes served on the dining table were a variety of kampung
food such as sambal belacan, ulam-ulaman, salted fish, salted eggs
and my favorite dishes which was masak lemak cili api. As soon as
my grandparents sat at the table, we said our prayers and we started
to eat. I was eating greedily and almost choked on my food. I realized
my grandfather was struggling to eat as he has not much teeth left.
There were rice smudge on his beard. My grandmother wiped the rice
on his beard, I started to smile as my grandparents made me realize
that even though their old, they are still as loving as they were when
they first got married.

In the evening, I was sitting on the entrance stairs watching the sun
set. The scenery was picture perfect as the sun was a bright orange
and the birds were flying their way home. It was very peaceful and I
felt like I have escaped from the hustle and bustle of the city. At night,
we performed our maghrib and isyak prayers together. While my
grandparents were watching television, I found myself sitting at the
porch and admiring the pitch black sky that was lighted up he moon
and stars. The moon and the stars looked like they were dancing in the
glimmering sky. I heard the cricket cricketing in my grandfather paddy
field. It gave me a peace of mind. On that night, we decided to sleep
in the hall and there was a mosquito net hung above us because at
night there will be so much mosquitoes. I slept like a log.

The next morning, I was awakened by my grandmother at six in the
morning. I wanted to follow my grandfather to the paddy field. I was
supposed to help my grandfather harvest the paddy. At first, I felt
ticklish and uncomfortable and realized that there were leeches all
over my feet. I started hopping all over the paddy field. It was burning
hot by 9 am and I was sweating. My clothes were sticking to my skin
and it felt weird but it was a fun experience. My holiday at my
grandparents village was the best experience I've ever had and it
becomes better each time I visit my grandparents village.


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Descriptive essay - Describing a scene

DESCRIBE THE SCENE AT A CROWDED MARKET

It was the end of the year. It was that time of the year when almost every
supermarket in town was having a sale an end of the year sale, a back to
school sale and festival sales. The school holidays coincided with three major
festivals Hari Raya Puasa, Deepavali, and Christmas. As Deepavali was just two
weeks away, Mama took us on a shopping spree. A poster war seemed to be going on.
Colourful posters advertising an array of products were stuck on walls of buildings, tress
and fences. Even vehicles like buses, vans and taxis were not spared.

We got down at the bus stop and walked to the supermarket, which was just a
stones throw away. From the street where I was, I could see the colourful window
displays beautifully adorned dummies clad in kebayas, baju kurung, saris and Punjabi
costumes.

A cacophony of noises greeted us as we approached the supermarket the
continuous din created by the excited shoppers and the loud music that blared from the
hi-fi sets of roadside vendors. A gush of cold air greeted us as soon as we stepped into
the supermarket. What a pleasant feeling it was to let the cold air caress your skin. In
contrast, the heat outside was stifling. Now and then, announcements could be heard
over the PA system.

We walked past the cosmetics counter. Salesgirls were trying to entice
customers by letting them try some of the products. The smell of cologne wafted in the
air. Some interested customers were seeking product information. The salesgirls readily
obliged.

The jostling crowds did not seem to mind the noise or the shoving. Ladies
clutched their handbags as they tried to make their way to the counter with their
purchases. Exasperated mothers were trying not to lose sight of their children. The only
people who appeared not to have a care in the world were the teenagers who
strolled from one department to the other.

Mama had a perpetual frown on her face. She was not used to such crowds.
She checked her shopping list to see if she had got all that she wanted. Then, pushing
her trolley laden with her purchases, she made a beeline for the counter. Of course,
there was a long queue. When she had paid for the things, we were ready to go home.

Clutching our shopping bags, we stepped out of the supermarket. It was already
dark. We had not noticed the time passing. We quickly made our way to the bus stop
and boarded the first bus that came along. As the bus inched its way through the heavy
traffic, we could see the neon lights myriads of colours flashing all over the town. It was
a kaleidoscope of colours, one that reminded us that Deepavali, the festival of lights,
was close at hand.