46 SPM ESSAY WRITING

FRIEND
This friend I have is special, whilst young, intelligent and righteous. He lives with me
since he was born, a pleasure to have all these years.The strength to face each day
can sometimes be drawn from knowing him.
When I watch him dribble around with the ball at the street soccer court then
knocking it into the goal leaving the opponent frustrated there is unspeakable pride
and joy emitting from the core of my heart. How this fine young man has grown
from a novice soccer player just three years ago to a forwarder that instill fear to
defenders who have to mark him. A elusive player who pass his opponent with ease
and elegant he can match the highest standard of the land.
The fond memories of the time we spend together still lingers in my mind. Bringing
him to the movies, watching him fight with his sisters still sits in my mind. When he
is younger, he never kept still and even climb out of the cradle that is meant to
restrain him. That is when he is only two years old and that time nearly got a
spanking from his grand mother.
The coolest transformation is his hair. It uses to be always gelled and groomed into
the "curry puff" look that is the trademark look that signifies his childhood days.
Curry puff is a local snacks that has ultra ordinary puff when fried. Youth has robbed
away that and reinstall a new image to befit the modern time. The "anime" type
spike hairstyle is now the replacement. Skinny jeans with a smart tee shirts is the
order of the day when he needs to go for a outing. While I would prefer him to be in
long sleeved shirt and a business pant, his peer may feel out of place with this sort
of strange outfit.
Our favorite chat always centered on his favorite Barclay Premier League Club
Chelsea and my Manchester United Football Club. Our exchange on the matter can
turn into a feisty with each not giving way to the other. Glorified Manchester United
has done it once again but the arrival of Ancelloti this season and the departure of
Christano Ronaldo has up the challenge for the rivals.
Every weekend is spent at the soccer field where we conduct soccer lessons for
children under ten. He is my coach while I am his manager and together we
managed to keep soccer alive for these kids who showed up every weekend. Our
effort has rewarded us with two championship through the years and the greatest
pride is the one that Chris has played in.
Chris is more of a friend than a son, we spend our time together like most friends
do. I am proud of him both as a friend and a son

FRIENDS
Friends are people whom we turn to when our spirits need a lift. They are always by our side through thick
and thin. They stand beside us even when our disposition is not perfectly right and will fight for us if we are
oppressed. Therefore, it is clear that friends play a vital role in shaping who we are today. But what qualities
exactly do we need to look for in a friend?
A friend should always be caring towards you. He or she should take interest in your problems no matter
how big or petty your problem may be. A friend should be able to sit beside you and encourage you to keep
your chin up even when everyone else is against you. A friends empathy and lovingness will also replenish
your worn-out soul and will make you realize how important a friend really is.
Apart from that, a friend should be an honest person. An honest friend will dissipate any worries that he or
she is lying towards you. A friends honesty will enable you to trust his or shes opinion when it comes to
telling you the truth about yourself. For example, an honest friend will remand you on your declining grades
and will ask you to work harder while a dishonest friend will see it with a blind eye. Therefore, an overall
improvement in yourself will be noticeable if you have an honest friend.
Moreover, a friend should be generous both emotionally and knowledge wise. A friend who is generous ought
to be able to connect with you and provide emotional support. He or she should also be generous when it
comes to sharing knowledge. A true friend must be ever-ready to help you when you are inept in certain
subjects. A friend can easily guide you towards understanding the subject matter better as he or she is often
on the same page as you. The only difference is that you cant quite grasp the content of the page per se.
Besides that, a friend must also be able to humour you. Humour plays a quintessential role in making your
day more lively and enjoyable. Friends who pull your leg and mess about will indefinitely make life seem so
much better. As they say, laughter is the best medicine and a little levity on rainy days is always welcomed.
In conclusion, friends are people we spend most of our time with. Thus, we have to be selective when it
comes to choosing our friends.
MY BESTFRIEND/MY BEST PAL
Close friendships are hard to come by these days. In an ever-changing world with people striving to achieve
their interpretation of preordained success, it is hard to know who your true friends are. Fortunately, I found
my best pal early at the tender age of seven. We were both enrolled at the same school and were at wits
ends as we searched tirelessly for our designated classes.
Samantha and I got acquainted as both of us were in the same class and sat next to each other. Samantha
was a happy-go-lucky girl who always managed to breathe fresh air into the sometimes arid classroom. She
always knew what to say and would voice them at the best possible moments. Both pupils and teachers
alike enjoyed her company and liveliness. There was hardly ever a dull moment when she was around with
her funny quips and expressions.
Samantha was born with a silver spoon. Her father was a businessman and her mother owned and ran a
boutique. Both her parents were very caring towards her as she, just like I, was the only child of the family.
Samantha came to school each day with a perpetual smile. She was a very nice person to be around with.
She and I used to go everywhere together and both of us were rarely seen apart. We used to talk about so
many things as we walked, thoroughly enjoying our time together.
One day, I went to school and forgot to ask my parents for lunch money. At first, I was not hungry and
thought I could bear going without a meal but soon, my stomach began to growl. Without asking, Samantha
generously paid for my meal and drinks during recess. The incident revealed to me how lucky I was to have
such a caring and compassionate friend.

As time went on, people started teasing us as we were spending more and more time together. We seemed
to know what each other thought and we cared for each other deeply. Was I in love with her? I did not know
then and we both knew we were too young for all that emotional roller coaster.
Currently, Samantha and I are studying at different schools. It was hard to be apart at first, but technology
in the form of instant messaging and e-mails have helped to bridge the gap in our friendship. I sincerely
wish our friendship will never end as it would be equivalent to waking up from a beautiful dream.
DESCRIBE AN AFTERNOON AT THE BUS STOP

Describe an afternoon at the bus station (SPM 97)

It was two oclock in the afternoon. I was heading towards the bus station with Mohan after Mrs Wongs
extra class. The sun was beating mercilessly on my back and I could feel my sweat trickling down my spine.
I have often wished that my mother would allow me to ride a motorcycle to school. She says that I am not
ready but we both know that she is terrified that a car would knock me down.
When I reached the bus station, it was nearly empty except for a handful of boys. Mohan and I strode to a
bench near the stationmasters office. I could feel the tension on my shoulders as the straps of my school
bag ate into my shoulder. Where is the bus? I sighed to myself. An elderly woman came and asked me
where I was going. She started a conversation but gave up after my monosyllable answers.
Suddenly, someone shouted and I saw a bus swerved into the station. I got up, thankful for the chance to
escape from the woman. . It was Mohans bus. The group of boys were jostling each other to get into the
bus. Masuk! Masuk! shouted the conductor but nobody seemed to be moving. The black fumes made me
nauseous. All of a sudden, people started appearing from all directions to board their bus. In no time, the
passengers were packed like sardines in the bus. It started to move, leaving some unfortunate passengers
behind. I waved at Mohan when I noticed him dangling on the steps of the bus. The bus swerved out of the
station again. It left another trail of black smoke.
I decided to go to Panjangs ice stall. The iced sugar cane juice soothed my parched throat as I sipped
slowly, all the while keeping an eye on the bus. Then I saw the bus heading towards the station. I paid for
my drinks. See you tomorrow, I waved to Panjang.
Once more, the crowd began to swell near the bus. I noticed that the elderly woman was being shoved
around by the boys. She started hitting them with her umbrella. Then, I saw Raja, my classmate at the back
of the bus. I hurled my bag through the window and he caught it. By the time I got into the bus, it had
already started moving. I got into my seat and told myself that I must really try to convince my mother
about the motorcycle again.

A HORRIFYING SWIM
Here is an example of a story with a good plot. Read and highlight the use of interesting phrases which are
precise. Many students tend to memorise bombastic words and try to insert into their essays. The words or
phrases must be suitable. Originally, this was just a 150-word essay. I have expanded it by using dialogues
and more details.

It was a school holiday. Rahman woke up at the crack of dawn and headed for Ah Chongs house. The
boys had agreed to meet Sean and Sasi, their classmates. It was a perfect day for a swim. Although they
were all strong swimmers, Rahmans mother had cautioned him against going for a swim. A week earlier,
their neighbour's son had nearly drowned in that river.

Splash! Hassan dived off the rock into the inviting river. The water was deep but he was not worried.
After all, he was an excellent swimmer and a certified lifeguard. He knew the waters in the area well as he
often swam there. He persuaded the rest of the boys to follow him up to a higher waterfall. They clambered
up the boulders. Lets jump! an exhilarated Rahman shouted. The boys plunged in together, screaming in
delight.

Suddenly, Sean was tumbling out of control. The water smashed him over and over again. The current
had smashed the other boys against a rock and they managed to pull themselves out from the raging water.
At first, they could not see Sean. Then, as the waves subsided, they saw Seans half-submerged figure, face
down. Rahman dived into the water immediately. He knew that every second counted. Swimming strongly,
he got to Sean in no time. With Sasi and Ah Chongs help, they managed to pull Sean out of the water and
onto the rock.

Oh God, let him not be dead! Rahman pleaded. Sean looked so blue. The others stood, paralyzed, not
knowing what to do. Rahman grabbed Seans wrist but he could not feel any pulse. He remembered what his
teacher had told him. A drowning victim had to receive artificial breathing within four minutes or he would
die. With his lifeguard training in his mind, Rahman immediately drew Seans head back and clamped his
mouth over him. He began pumping breath into Seans lungs as Sasi compressed Seans chest while keeping
count. Suddenly, Sean gurgled and threw up. They continued breathing and pumping. Keep going. One of
us has to go for help. Sasi, you are the fastest. Run home and get help. Ask someone to call for an
ambulance. Quick.....

After thirty minutes, and what seemed like a lifetime, Rahman felt something moved against him.
Seans leg had jerked against him. He felt for a pulse. Seans breathing.... Rahman cried. Just then, they
heard an ambulance. You are going to be alright he assured Sean. Within minutes, the paramedics had
lifted him to the ambulance and headed for the nearby hospital. At the hospital, the boys were so thankful
that Sean was going to be alright and they had saved his life. Rahmans mother gave him a stern lecture.
Rahman felt bad and regretted not listening to his mother.

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