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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.
Night market
One of the most interesting places in Malaysia is the night market. You may visit and
experience the night market yourselves. Both locals and foreigners agree that the night
market is the most common feature in the local society.
The night market begins when the vendors arrive in the late afternoon. More and more
goods laden vans arrive to begin a brisk day of business. Most of the vendors busily set
out to set up their stalls respectively in order to get ready for a brisk day of business.
The sun gradually sets and the night market picks up momentum. More cars and vans
are arriving. By now, the stalls are neatly and strategically arranged to entice their
customers. There is an assortment of goods sold ranging from food, toys and clothes, to
name a few. A variety of goods is sold at low prices.
Large rainbow-coloured parasols are used to shade the people from rain and shine. A
concoction of blaring music can be heard in the night market background amidst the
constant shouting. It is an amazing kaleidoscope of sights, sounds, smells and colours.
The night market is known as a haven by local gourmets who can enjoy various kinds of
mouth-watering local cuisine. Still more people arrive, they come from all walks of life,
mingling freely and harmoniously. Crowds are walking up and down in an endless stream.
Some of them are stopping by the stalls and haggling before making purchases. Little
children tag along, amused and excited. Sprinklings of tourists join in to experience the
lifestyle of typical Malaysian folks.
When night falls, lighted lamps brighten up the place, they add gaiety to this
atmosphere, and it is like a funfair. The night wears on and the traffic of people recedes.
Vendors get a chance to rest their weary legs besides bantering with each other.
By 10.00 pm, all the stalls call it a day. The vendors pack up and close the van doors. One
by one, they leave, leaving behind pieces of papers, plastic bags and discarded boxes. It
us an eyesore! Finally, the night market disappears. The place becomes quite and still
once more.
convinced me that I was part of them when my presence was usually welcomed by
freshly baked apple pie and mince meat. Then we would all sit in our warm huge and
rather aromatic dining hall. I could still smell Marthas mouth-watering Yorkshire pudding
and roast beef in the kitchen whenever I visited Bliss Home.
It was 8 years ago when I started digging files and tailing endless documents to find out
who my biological parents were. Blessed, I found where my mother lived but was
reluctant to go and see her. I knew it would shake her down to her knees and she would
beg forgiveness for leaving me; that she was young and naive; that she would not have
managed looking after me on her own. Even worst, my presence would stop her heart;
that she would collapse unconsciously, leaving me feeling guilty instead. Sister Lisa was
the one who insisted. At the end of the year, I eventually gave in but forbade her from
calling Mom to inform that I was coming; in case I changed my mind. She gladly agreed
and even packed me cheese and tomato sandwiches for the journey. I was skeptical when
she said that Mom would be waiting for me. If mom knew where I was, why didnt she
come and find me?
My thoughts were interrupted by a butterfly flying right in front of my nose. I looked back
at the house to see if anyone noticed my presence. Silence. I glanced at my watch but I
forgot what time I arrived, so I did not know how long I was there. I stood up and walked
back to the sandy path leading to the house. I stopped at the wooden door again wishing
it was an automatic door so I did not have to decide. Spotting a shadow by the window
on my left, my heart pumped. Somebody was at the window and was walking towards
the door. I found it very hard to swallow a big lump in my throat as my heart thumped
against my chest. I thought that I was the one who would be unconscious.
Hi, can I help you? asked the girl who was standing in front of me with a huge grin. I
swallowed hard while admiring her curly blonde. Seeing that, I knew she must be Moms
daughter. She looked 15, lean and has beautiful brown eyes. Pretty.
Yess.. Ermm yeah.. I was looking for Mrs Collins. Hmm well, is this Mrs Collinss house by
any chance?
Ohh yeahh.. Hmm..Moms upstairs. And I think shes expecting you. Aunt Lisa told mom
this morning. She smiled pleasantly holding the door. Despite the dazzling big smile, I
could see the quizzical frowns on her forehead. I wondered whether it was because I
frowned first. Obviously Sister Lisa must have had said something to Mom.
I waited. Looking for words, 1 folded my arms unintentionally and looked away at the
lilies, biting my lower lips. I thought of saying that it was a big mistake and should just
walk back to my car. After all, it had been 25 years since she left me. It would not change
anything, would it?
Owh well, you must be freezing. Please come in, shell be down in a minute.
She opened the door and took my left hand, looked at me in the eyes as if to ask for
permission and pulled me inside. As I dragged my feet down the hallway, I could see a
family picture on the wall. Something stabbed me, right on my chest. Deep. I could feel
the pain that I felt years ago when I found out I was left on my own, and was on the
verge of tears. Again, I thought of walking back to the door but I brushed the thought
away when I heard the footsteps. It happened so quickly, I was not sure whether I was
actually there. My stomach tightened when I saw the hopeful look in her eyes.
William, ohh its you. Ive been waiting for you for what..like..30 years? I knew you would
find me. See, its in your nature. Being curious, that is.
Well, as if it was my mistake that she had to wait so long. I thought I was supposed to
wait for her to find me, or at least she should have gone to Bliss Home to find out.
Silence. I could not say anything looking at her fragile face. I noticed that her daughter
was standing by the small coffee table, looking out of the window expressionlessly,
pretending we were not there.
I looked at Mom pityingly and sighed. I was unsure of what to say. As if to wait for me to
invite her in her own living room, she stood by the door and smiled awkwardly. Despite
the quivered smile, I could still vaguely recognise those beautiful brown eyes when she
smiled. Then, she looked down at her hands, which she clenched and unclenched
nervously. I presumed that she was as uneasy as I was. After a moment, I cleared my
throat and forced a weak smile. Seeing that, she ran towards me and hugged me.
Sobbing. Tears welled in my eyes. I closed my eyes, afraid that anyone would see me, but
I knew she was forgiven.
a public school.
Every time I played the piano, I always reminisce the memories during my time in
Vietnam. So, me and my brother decided to pay a visit to our home in Vietnam. Both of
us flew to Mai Chau to witness the current condition of the area.
As I stepped forward to the isolated and deserted place, cold air around me slowly
dissipated as the sudden warmth enveloped around me to the core of my spine.
This is the place where I grew my wings. This is the place whom I shared memories with
my deceased grandmother. This is the place where I used to run around with my dear
friends, Ming and Cho. This is the place in which I developed my interest for music after
listening my former neighbor played the violin and piano. My childhood memories are still
vividly attached to this place.
As I squad down feeling the dusty ground with my bare hand, tears pierced through my
eyes and rolled down my cheeks. I braved a smile and whispered
Home.
Couple Foils Robbery Attempt
PULAU PINANG, Thu An elderly businessman and his wife foiled a robbery attempt by
two men armed with a screwdriver and a knife. The victims were reported safe from any
bad injury.
Tan Ah Wok, 60 and his wife were taking a morning walk near their home in Helen
Heights yesterday when two men on a motorcycle stopped them under the pretext of
asking for directions. As Mr. Tan was giving directions, one of the robbers pointed a knife
at him and ordered them to keep quiet. He then relieved Mrs. Tan of her jewellery and
instructed Mr. Tan to hand over his ring and watch. When he refused, a struggle ensued.
Meanwhile, his accomplice grabbed a helmet and hit Mr. Tan on the head with it. On
seeing this, his wife started screaming.
One of their neighbours, R. Subramaniam, who was taking his dog for a walk,
heard the screams and when to investigate. On seeing Subramaniam and his dog, the
robbers fled. I was taking my dog for a walk when I heard someone shouting for help.
Knowing that something was wrong, I ran there as fast as I could. Before I reached the
scene, the robbers fled on a motorbike. They were probably afraid of my Rottweiler.
Mr. Tan, who suffered a small cut on his head, was given outpatient treatment at
a private clinic. He said that it was a horrified experience as he never expected the two
men would attack his wife and him. He thought that they were lost and needed help. He
also mentioned that the guard who in charge nowadays easily allowed the strangers to
enter their residents. State CID Chief Supt Harun Din advised him and the people to be
more careful in giving help to strangers. The guard also must be stricter in letting people
from entering any residents without proper permission.
He added that the suspects, aged between 25 and 30, were believed to be illegal
immigrants. He said there had been similar incident last week when two men approached
a factory worker who was on her way home after work. The duo then relieved her gold
chain and cash. He advised the residents to be alert and reports to police any suspiciouslooking characters lurking in their area.
and successfully skied down a slope. I thought, " We're natural at this," and my sister
could not agree more. When we came to see how our parents and brother were doing,
my brother started to throw a snowball towards me and my sister. It hit me, and we
started having a small snowball fight of our own, just like in the movies! I guessed we got
a bit out of hand and my sister accidentally hit a woman's back. when she turned around,
she had this angry look on her face and started to walk towards us.I hurried my siblings
to continue skiing with our parents,and we ran away before she cold catch us. Breathless,
we giggled innaivety as we recapped the moment.
In a way, skiing is like swimming. Why do I say so? Well, when swimming ,you do not
feel tired , but you would see the effect when you get ravenous and eat more after a
session or when you aintend to tke a nap, but it is extended to long hours. The same
goes to skiing. When we arrived at the hotel after skiing, we were drained out and
starving. Instant noodles saved the day! We all ate curry-flavoured Maggi together,
savouring the memontary pleasure. We also dozed off quite early that night , right after
going for a walk to enjoy the amazing night view of th mountains, and breathing the cool,
fresh winter air.
Shopping in Korea was also different compared to Malaysia. Its malls were packed
with small shops or stalla on every floor. Big boutiques were not seen as much as the
quaint kiosks. Nevertheless, I found shopping at their markets more enjoyable, especially
because you could haggle the price. Their specialities were crystals, fabrics and
outerwear. Apart form that, I also liked their wet markets , mainly because they were
very clean and they did not have that fishy smell. I remembered a shocking incident
when walking through the stalls of the wet market. A large fish jumped out its aquarium
and onto the floor. I stared at it and suddenly, I saw a huge cutting knife slicing through
the fish's neck! It was the owner of the stall's doing. Then, the owner left the fish flapping
around lifelessly without a head.
There was also a treasure trove among the stalls of the wet market- a tiny shoop
which served grilled seafood. My family stepped into the shop and ordered some grilled
fish and cockles.
After saying our prayers, we devoured our mouth-watering find of the day. Dripped
in a type of souce, the seafood was the best I had ever eaten, as you could taste the
freshness. Or maybe I was just hungry after a full day of activities.
If it was up to me, there were so many things to write on my memorabe trip to
Korean. Not onli we got to spend quality time together as a family, but we also learnt
countless new things and even discovered hidden talents. My father always said we
should travel with an open mind and an open heart. This is when you get to see your
capability to adapt to changes. Just enjoy the simple things in life and be thankful of what
you have. So, do just that. Who knows you might discover a part of yourself you never
know existed?
Write a story starting with: The widow had to work hard to bring up her little son
alone...
The widow had to work hard to bring up her little son alone. This was after her husbands
early death. She and her son lived in a wooden house. It was a small house with only one
bedroom and a kitchen.
Mariam wanted Sam to study hard to get good result. So she would not let Sam
help her do any household chores or wash his own clothes. The years flew by. Sam sat for
his SPM examination and pass with flying colours.
His mother was very happy. She went round telling her friends, My Sam will be
leaving for the city to study in a college. He will become a Manager one day. Ill move to
live with him in the city. Then, my struggle is worth it.
So Mariam continued to work hard to send money to Sam who was studying a
business degree. For Mariam, it was a tough life. Meanwhile, Sam kept on phoning home
to ask for more money. Mariam even had to borrow from her neighbours and friends to
send her son the money.
Three years Sam stopped calling home. He did not even let his mother where he
was. When she phoned the faculty, they told her that he had graduated and left for job.
However, they could not her more. Mariam was baffled. Where was Sam? She was so
sure he would come back and fetch her for city. So, she started to pack some of her bags
and boxes.
Three months later, there was still no news or call from Sam. One day, Mariams
niece, Kate, came to talk to her about Sam. She told her aunt, Auntie, a friend of mine
met Sam in a bank. Hes the branch manager. This is his address.
Early in the morning, Mariam took the first bus to the city. At the bus station, she
took a taxi and showed the taxi driver the bank address. On the way there, she told the
driver about Sam and what a filial son he was.
The driver stopped his taxi in front of a tall building. She got out of the taxi and
smiled at him happily. This was the moment she was going to meet Sam. She imagined
him showing surprise and delight at meeting his mother. Inside the building, a security
guard asked her who she was looking for. She told the guard Sams name.
The bank staff saw an old lady holding a worn-out handbag. They were
wondering, Who is this woman? Why is she asking for our manager?
Meanwhile, Sam pretended he did not know his mother. Feeling disgusted and
ashamed, he asked the security guard to ask her to leave. Mariam was shocked to hear
that! She looked Sam in a disappointed feeling ever, and ran out of the bank.
Back in her house, Mariam cried the whole night. She cried and cried till she had
no more tears. The next morning, she was sitting by the window with Sams photo on her
lap. She saw him walking towards their house. Soon she was shouting and crying, My
Sam is back! My Sam is back!
Sam ran towards her and hugged Mariam as he never let go. He was so sorry and
regretted the way he behaved. His colleagues were the one who made him realized his
big mistakes neglected his mother.
The neighbours heard her. They too shouted and cheered, feeling happy for her.
We quickly arrived at the hospital where we were each assigned a room, my friend and I were in a room
together, and my brothers were each in their own rooms.
After we had all been released to go, I asked the nurse if we could go see my mom and she said we
could. We went into my moms room on the recovery floor. She had a bloody lip and told us that she
cracked her pelvic bone, and broke some of her ribs.
This is when I realized that you dont know how much you love someone, until they are fighting for their
life just so they can live to see your face everyday.
My mom is my idol. She has fought for her life in order to stay in mine and my siblings. She has
dumped guys she really liked, because she knows that when things are real bad, we are the ones that
help her get through it the most. She has even gone days without eating so that we could eat.
I look to my mom for everything, and am hoping she will be around for a long time.
Death, can sweep you away in an instant. Some people just let it happen, but others are just too
stubborn to give up.
Love Lives On
went to buy him a reclining chair. A sales associate approached, asking how he could help. Well, seems
my numbers up, Mark joked. Were looking for a recliner so I can get some sleep.
On November 15, my mother called to tell me my father had died. His service at Arlington Cemetery was
set for mid-December. Marks sister, Judi, offered to come stay with him so I could go. By the time she
arrived, however, Mark was in intensive care. After several hours by his side, I encouraged her to get
some rest.
Alone with Mark, I turned down the lights, held his hand and buried my face in his shoulder. Its okay
for you to move on when youre ready, I whispered. Just remember to send me that rainbow.
Mark passed away on December 15. He was 54.
On the day of Marks service, friends and family huddled under umbrellas to launch balloons filled with
loving messages. Afterward, I looked out the kitchen window at the rain-soaked sky. Mark, you always
controlled the weather, I thought. Why not today?
Just then, golden rays pierced the clouds. With a wave of expectancy, I grabbed my mothers hand and
asked everyone to follow me outside. Looking upward, I smiled.
And as we watched in awe, a double rainbow arced across the sky.
What do I believe? That true love never dies. It lives on in our heartsand in the miracles that are there
for us when we need them the most.