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I opened the door, to my horror, a few skeletons lay there, chained on the wall.
Okay, time to recap. I and my friends, Jack and Peter, were playing around an old,
abandoned mansion. We were told that no one was allowed to enter. However, curiosity
overcame us and we picked the lock, granting us entrance into the sacred lair of the
At the sight of the skeletons, the three of us were completely stunned. Our jaw hung wide
open for a few minutes before we came back to our senses. My sixth sense told me that
something was about to go wrong, so I urged the other two to back out of the mansion.
Dont be such a chicken, said Jack, with a shaky voice.
Arent you scared too? I challenged him.
Yes, but we might never get the chance to explore here again if we leave now.
All right, but we leave as soon as the first sign of danger shows.
We ventured deeper into the mansion. The design looked like some sort of torture room, or
a prison. Even though I was afraid, I was eager to discover more. Throughout the lair, we
did not lose sight of skeletons or spider webs. These were at every corner, at every turn.
The occasional howls from a distance made the hair on our backs stand up straight. We
finally arrived at a long hallway. Jack picked up a piece of wood and lighted it up with his
lighter. The flame seared at first, but after it simmered down, I was able to see the walls
clearly. There were ancient writings, the kind we usually see in an Egyptian grave robber
movie. As the expert in history, Jack tried his best to decipher the carvings. Meanwhile,
Peter leaned towards the wall to catch his breath. At that very moment, a cold chill went
down my spine.
Watch out! I shouted.
Before he could react, that portion of the wall he was leaning against flipped, trapping him
on the other side. All he could let out was a loud shriek and he vanished behind the walls. I
pounded against the wall, shouting his name. Only then did I know what real terror felt like.
However, the chance of rescuing him was bleak. I sank to the ground, desolated and
Lets get out of here, we have to inform the adults! suggested Jack.
I got to my feet swiftly and both of us sped through the building. My heart was racing. I
knew that danger may be waiting at the next corner. I could hear blood pounding in my
ears. Wait, was that a creak I heard? Uh-oh, I thought to myself. The ceiling began to
crumble. My sub-consciousness took over. I sprang forward and tackled Jack. Both of us fell

to the ground. Just as I thought that trouble was out of the way, the burning piece of wood
slipped out of his hand and landed in a pile of grease. Fire started spreading like mad. I
struggled to get up.
Come on, theres not much time left! I screamed as I turned towards the exit.
In a split second, my head turned 180 degrees. A gigantic marble pillar fell on Jack. I
mustered all the strength from every single cell in my body, trying to lift it up, to no avail.
My eyes were watery. I was completely out of ideas.
Save yourself, leave me, please, muttered Jack, with a weak tone.
This was certainly a tough decision for me. All the moments we had spent together flashed
through my mind. How could I leave him now? As the fire was close to sealing my only exit,
I knew that I had to be rational. I dived for my escape route.
Tears rolled down my cheeks as the mansion erupted into flames behind me.


Everyone has been embarrassed at one time or another. It is that moment in time when you wish the
earth would open up and swallow you. The anxiety and discomfort felt during that time which may
only last a few seconds feels like time has stood still.
I remember so well when I had my most embarrassing moment. I was in Form 4 and it was
during the school recess. The minute the bell rang for recess, I rushed to the toilet because I had been
controlling my urges since class started. I didnt want to miss class because the lesson taught that
morning was to include tips for the forthcoming examination.
Without realising, I had rushed to the girls toilet. The prolonged control and an upset
stomach made worse by two glasses of cold milk in the morning made me grunt and groan in what I
thought in what I thought was the privacy of the cubicle. I thought I heard giggling outside and
wondered why the giggles sounded unusually near. A few minutes later I came out the cubicle and
discovered my horror that I had entered the girls toilet. To make matters worse, the few girls
standing outside didnt even turn away when I came out. Instead they looked down at me, then only
they turned quickly away. Horror of horrors, I had forgotten to zip up! No beetroot could have
matched the colour of my face at this point in time!
They news of my predicament spread like wild fire throughout school. I was truly the talk of
the town. I felt like I could either walk around feeling perpetually self-conscious and embarrassed or I
could turn the situation round, perhaps even to my advantage. I remembered my mothers words that
if you cant beat them, join them. So I decided to make fun of myself, to laugh at myself too. It
works. Everyone got bored after a while and nobody teased me after that.
It was indeed an eye-opening experience for me. I have learnt that when people laugh at you,
you should laugh along. You must not take yourself seriously. Learn to look at yourself through other
peoples eyes and you will realise that most of the time when they laugh at you, they just want to
have some fun. They mean no harm. If you can make people laugh, its like bringing sunshine into
their lives and as someone said, those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from


No guts no glory. No pain no gain. Those are my life mottos. I feel that nothing can be achieved by
simply sitting and doing absolutely nothing to make dreams come true. Life can be so hard especially
when you are not born with silver spoon in yuor mouth. It is also the time when true friends are hard
to comeby just because you do not much money to treat them at Kentucky Fried Chicken or Burger
King. That is something that I have experienced ever since my family moves to this metropilitan city
and I study in the new school.
In my new school I study hard to complete with all my fellow classmates who come from all
walks of life but most are from rich background. They have all that I have ever wanted in my life but
fail to get. They can buy branded shoes and clothes, unlike my worn out Bata. They afford the latest
handphones brands with the latest technology but me? There is nothing I could do to be on par with
them. So, I just let them show off their fancy gadgets without feeling remorse with the fact that I am
only an ordinary student coming from a family clerk. I just feel sad that they act as if I do not have
feelings. I do not feel the least discourage since I know that I can also be like them one day if I work
hard enough to score in my SPM exam.
Day after day, night after night, I do not to do anything else but concentrate on my studies. Spm
examination is just around the corner and I have no other wish apart from wanting to pass Spm with
Flying colours. My parents are my inspirations. They always remind me to work hard and hange our
fate, make them proud as well as prove to everybody that a son of a plain clerk can also succeed in
life and deserve some respect. At times, I feel so stressed out that I almost give up and cry.
Nevertheless, thinking of my parent's hope and wishes, I would never surrender and that is my final
decision. I engage myseld in group discussion, have consultations with my Physics and Chemistry
teachers, the two subjects that I am weak at as well as burn as much midnight oil as possible to atain
my ultimate goal-10A+ in the exam. Sometimes, I feel overworked myself but I know I have to
muster every single once of my strength to pull through this ordeal and pray that it will end soon.
The most awaited moment has arrived. With prayers and good luck wishes from my father and
mother, I step into my examination hall with full awareness that I have to do really well in the exam to
realize all my parent's dreams and mine. The torturous moments last for three weeks and as far as I
am concerned time really flies but I trust myself that I have given my very best for each paper.
March 2015 comes I heard on the television that the SPM 2014 result will be out today. With
anticipation and nervousness I walk to school with my good friend Samah. I cannot imagine getting
less than 8A+ because according to my conselor, only getting 8A+ will I be able to secure any
scholarship, something which is very important to me due to my parent's incapability to pay for my
tertiary education. The moment Ms. Asiah, my form teacher hands me the result slip, my heart skips a
bea. i am cold from feet to toe from the suspense. Then the moment arrives! It is the most
unforgettable time of my life. I mange to get 10A+ and my prayer has been answered. Thank God for
giving me apportunity to succeed and make my parents proud. That is the reward for my patience and

Road accidents are reported in newspaper and on television every day. There are more frequently
caused by reckless drivers rather than faulty vehicles. Last Saturday, while I was travelling from Ipoh,
I witnessed a serious accident. The scene of the accidents was vivid in my mind.
A motorcyclist was following behind was taxi very closely. He was so impatient that he was
trying to overtake my taxi even near a sharp bend. At that critical moment, there was an oncoming
car. The taxi driver swerved to the roadside and I got a terrible jolt. It was too late for the motorcyclist
to avoid the car. His motorcycle ran against the bumper of the car and smashed its windscreen. The
motorcyclist somersaulted over the car and was found lying in a pool of blood. It was a scene to chill
the flesh! The car driver, who was cut by the flying glass, was in a state of shock. All that happened in
split second and fear overwhelmed us.
The taxi driver stopped his taxi and I quickly ran to the nearest to the nearest telephone
booth to inform the police and the hospital. From a distance I could see some people trying to help the
injured motorcyclist and the car driver. They carried them into one of the onlookers car and sent them
to the hospital for treatment. Meanwhile the taxi driver tried to control and directs the traffic. Soon the
police arrived and they promptly took some measurements and evidence. After that they moved the
damaged car and the motorcycle to the roadside to ease the traffic congestion. They also took down
the evidence provided by witnesses and onlookers. Some sweepers were clearing the debris and the
blood stains on the road.
When the taxi finally continued the journey, I silently thanked God for my narrow escape. I
learned a good lesson that impatience and recklessness would bring harm and danger. I was happy to
see that Malaysians are public-spirited and they render help to others readily. Since then I remember
and follow the saying more haste less speed and prevention is better than cure. I believe good road
manners and roads safety campaigns can help to reduce the number of road accidents which cause
injuries, loss and lives and properties.

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