PUSAT TUISYEN TUNAS AKTIF (SRJ 2850)

No. 66A, Jalan Kebudayaan 18, Taman Universiti 81300

Skudai, Johor Bahru, Johor.
Tel: 012 7168694

Find the mistakes in the essay and correct them.
The sky was lit up by tiny, twinkling star. The moon had came out in the luminous
light. I was sitting on the grass where you met the accident, wondered which star you
belonged to. Hadnt they said when kind people died, their spirit would turn into star. So,
please, gave me some cleus, so that I could find my way to apology with you. However, I
knew it couldnt be. It was because a died person couldnt reborn. It was the rhythm of life. I
just had to bear my guilty till the end of my life.
The stars twinkled in the star like thousand of fireflies. Then, a painful memory of the
time my brothers death came flooding back. My brother was a jovial and carefree guy, yet
you could say that he was a happy-go-lucky types. I had treasured all the time. I had spent
with him, be it playing games or studying together. However, the time was permanent.
It was happened ten years ago. It was exceptionally fine day, and it was a perfect day
for kite playing. The sun peeked through the magnolia white clouds, piercing through it
brilliant rays. Chirpy birds and gentle breeze formed a harmony symphonic that added a
tinge of zesty feel to the surrounding. My brother and I couldnt find such a perfectful and
wonderful day to play kites.
In excitedly, I was walking to the nearby garden like a zesty soldiers. My brother and I
chatted happily while marching towards the garden. Everything was so lush and fresh. I
breathed in the crisp of morning air with vigor. The wind blew gently and whipped our hair
backwards. With some harworks, the kind flied against the blue sky and green mountain. I
gave my brother a grin to show that I was thrilled, besides feeling a profound sense of
achievement.
Suddenly, when we were bubbled in the exuberance, my kite stuck on the top of the
tree. Please help me to get my kites, I pleaded my brother. The older sibling, James stared
the tree in agony. There was grey clouds gathered on the sky. Light flashed out. He knew the
danger if he climbed up the tree at that moment.
Please get me the kites. It was my favourite kite. Then, a rimble of thundering
thunder roared. Both of us go shock and I started crying. Then, my brother sprang into action.
He coaxed me and he jumped on the trunk, ascend towards the trees as agile as a monkey.
Rain started falling. It was drizzle at first, kissed Jamess cheeks. Then, without
warning, the rain escalated into downpour.