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Sepatah dua pasal my essay sharing
Wednesday, 22 May 2013 @ 10:28 | 0 Comment [s]
Assalamualaikum n hye semua..
(ceh..macam ada jak org mmbaca..haha)..
gila berhabuk suda ni blog..
sori la..nda rajin aku mo mengapdate blog ni...got many other better things to do..
g pun minggu2 exam kan...ni lgi first year degree sa..have to cope up with study
nasib course yg bukan susah2..kalu nda,,hangkang jugak aku..
anyway,,
tadi tem menghambur2 folder2 foundation year aku,,
terjumpa la folder yang consist of beberapa articles and essay aku yang aku wat untuk assignment and in-class tasks..
aku ni not a good writer..but in way mo develop writing skill and mo sharpen it since da lama berkarat,, aku byk jugak buat2 essay tem cuti...tapi segan pulak mo share..
since benda2 ni aku da nda guna...ada hati aku mo buang jak..tapi pikir2 balik
bagus aku share online manala tau ada sepa2 yang boleh dapat benefit dari esay aku..sori la...aku pnya essay nda berisi sgt..ayat pun bukan yang bombastik2...
aku pun bukan pndai sngt mo mmbebel lam BI nih...
so,,harap ada yang dapat benefits dari writing aku yang nda seberapa tu..after this law ada gi keja aku yang dah nda guna aku post online la..neto cigu kamu suru wat essay on the same topik ka..buli la ko curi2 idea sa..jangan pulak ko copy paste habis trus ko antar sama sigu kau..
cmna mo pandai kalu malar copy-paste kerja...
and kalu aku ada apa2 research or nota or presentation yang cam boleh jadi rujukan org lain, t sa post jugak...
guna sebaiknya...:D
bubye..
*padahal bsuk pagi ada paper literature,,aku blm baca apa2 pun^^,
bye ,,
SALAM
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THE
ABSENCE
“She’s dead.
Your sister is dead”.
Stunned. I couldn’t
move my body. My heart beat slows down. The world felt sunken to the fact that
my sister is dead. I wanted to cry out loud but my promise to her silenced me.
I won't cry. Despite my sadness, I felt relieved her agony is finally over.
Looking back, it
has been 2 years since Ally left us. I can still feel her touch wiping my
tears. I can still hear her voice telling me those last words that cherished me
the most. She was only nineteen when the weird disease killed her. The disease
had slowly taken away her ability to live a normal life since 5 years back. In
her early age, she was a very active and cheerful kid. She grew up as a
beautiful teenage girl that was adorable to everyone. There was no sign telling
that she is going to live her teenage life as a disable person.
Ally was three years older than me.
I looked her up as a big sister which sometime makes me felt being bullied by
her. Due to these never ending disputes we were not so close. I must admit that
I was the one who took the distance from her during our ‘ceasefire’. But Ally
was not a person who holds any grudges.
She took our feud as nothing more than a storm in a cup. She would take my hands and held them both on
her cheeks, looked into my eyes and said how much she loved and cared for me. I
would then cried and fell into her arms. Ally had a fine personality that
portrays her kind heart which pleased everyone. In school, she was an excellent
student both in academics and sports. She always gets more attention from our
parents, teachers and friends.
Before the disease
‘chooses’ her, she lives a normal life. Enjoying her teenage life. She has a
lot of good friends and admirer. Her life was full of happiness. Two months
before her 15th birthday. her life started to change. She started to
act weird. She always fell down and hardly positioned herself and objects
around her. She even lost some weight. But they didn’t bother us much. On her
birthday, she fell again on her way to school. She was taken to the hospital.
My mother began to feel something was not right with Ally. Curious, she asked
the doctor to do medical check up on Ally. After a few medical check up the
result of Magnetic Resonance Imaging (MRI) answered the question. Ally was diagnosed
with Spinocerebellar Degeneration Disease. The cerebellum in her brain shrunk
and the nerve cells in it degenerated slowly. It was a major shock to our
family and disaster to Ally.
Knowing the fact, Ally locked
herself up in the room crying the whole day imagining how her life would be.
The progress of the disease was slow but it would get worst gradually. The
disease was not curable. But, Ally was a very strong girl. After a while she
began to regain her composure and live her life as usual. She was not giving
up. She knew she must remain strong and determined to fight till her last
breath. She had accepted the fact that one day she would fall into a deep sleep
and never woke up again. I could see her pain was unbearable but she never let
her tears falls in front of us. But I knew behind all that smiles, Ally life
was full of fright and tears. She underwent intensive treatment programme at
the hospital. Our family routine took a 360 turn. Mum was unable to cope up
with the household chores anymore as she had to accompany Ally at the hospital.
We all had to review our priorities and daily routines to address the new
situation. Ally and I became close to each other. Day by day, her body slowly
began to lose the strength to move around freely. I was devastated. I couldn’t
stop crying each night thinking of Ally. I prayed to god to give a chance for
her to recover and be with us.
“Sometimes I feel like
my body doesn't belong to me. What's happening to me?” Ally wrote in her dairy.
She realised she had lost
certain control on her body. Her handwriting had also deteriorated.
Her daily activities had also changed. Ally couldn’t participate in the school
activities anymore. She needed the help of her friends around her to proceed
with her needs.
As time passed,
Ally became paralyzed. She was unable to do her daily chores. She had to move
on the wheelchair. But that wouldn’t stop her from attending class. However
things had changed. Friends started to distance themselves. Probably she was
now a burden to some of them. She was no longer an adorable girl. She lost much
of her weight and beauty.
Three months
later, Ally was warded for further treatment. I could sense that she was not
well. Father notified the school that Ally was not able to attend class
anymore. I stayed at hospital to accompany her. She still had the will to talk
and joke with me. We laughed and giggled at the memories that we had gone
through together. After a week she warded, she was getting weak. She was unable
to talk very well. I cried out loud holding her hand. She smiled. She hardly whispered
to my ears “Thank you for every moment we shared together. Promise me that you
will never cry again?” Those are last words from her before she went unconscious
and died after two months comma.
Today, we gather with all family
celebrating our parent’s anniversary with the absence of Ally. Ally was a very
strong girl. Her absence changed our life. She has become an inspiration to us.
Labels: My Essay for Sharing :D My Essay for Sharing :D : Sample Expository essay on THE INCREASING RATE OF ABSENTEEISM AMONG UNIVERSITY STUDENTS
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Expository essay
THE INCREASING RATE OF ABSENTEEISM AMONG
UNIVERSITY STUDENTS
Absenteeism
happen at all level. It has also become a menace that spread vigorously among
universities students. Absenteeism in university can be defined as the escape from the
responsibilities or duties such as lecture and tutorial without any leave. As
university students, they are expected to be matured, independent and able to
think and decide what is best for them as they hold the highest hope of their
family and community to bring glory to the country and the family in future.
However the increasing rate of absenteeism among universities students at the
present time is serious concern. Therefore, absenteeism in university is not a
small matter and it has to be dealt with at all cost. There are many factors
that lead to the increasing of rate of the absenteeism among universities
students, these include the students attitudes, the environmental condition and
also the parents behaviours themselves.
It’s
a fact that the student themselves are the main contributor to the increasing
rate of absenteeism in the university. They take things for granted and
developed a bad attitude toward their study. University students are usually
among the teenagers. At this level their eagerness to enjoy life and have fun
is at its maximum. They are in a dilemma between studies and enjoyments. They
do not want to be tied up with lectures, assignments, deadlines and pressures.
They are faced with a tough decision. Being on their own and away from the
parents they always take the wrong decision which gives them a minute of
enjoyment and a lifetime misery. Once the decision is made they would escape
lectures and tutorial and provide excuses for their absenteeism. Laziness is
another factor which contributed to the issue. This usually
happen in the morning, especially among the boys. They prefer to get more sleep
than get up to go to class. Other than that , the procrastination habits makes
them have to stay up late at night doing homework and settling up assignment in
the eleventh hour also can lead to this matter
as it usually can cause drowsiness in the morning. The drowsiness can
make the students loss focus and emotionally imbalance to attend lectures and
tutorial thus contributing to the absenteeism. In addition, some of students
with low achievement, they tend to escape from the class when they can hardly
deal with the subject. This consequently add to this matter.
Beside
that, the environmental condition is also believed to affect one part as place
of crime. The environmental condition that is uncomfortable too crowded with
people or the imperfect infrastructures in the universities can also affect the
students convenient to study. They chose to look for a more convenient than sitting in the lecture hall without the comfort and not fully focused ahead. This usually happen to the high achiever that need
full concentration. These should be taken seriously and sufficiently addressed
by the university in way to maintain the excellence of the students.
Though,
parents as one of the contributors to the increasing rate of absenteeism in the
universities cannot be overlooked. Busy working leads to lack of concern and
focus to the children’s education. Some felt that if the children can continue
their studies to universities is enough for them to give up responsibility
towards their children’s education. As for the children, the parents’ lack of
concern towards their studies provides an opportunity for them to be uncertain
to take for granted the importance of education. Thus, causing them to not
hesitate a bit to absenteeism. More to the point, there are some parents who
pamper their children by providing too much wealth, freedom and trust. These
effects by causing the children tend to ignore the education and rummaging fun.
None
the less, the government are
serious in tackling this issue as it has so much impact on the wellbeing of the
nation building. Substantial sum of money are spent each year to provide
financial assistance to the student to study in universities locally and
abroad. As the student is not the sole contributor to this problem, it is the
responsibility of all group to jointly find a way to handle this crisis. If the
menace of absenteeism is not put to rest, all the effort and money are put to
waste. The country’s vision 2020 to create a strong community with the high
moral and values would remain a dream. Everyone has their role in achieving the
country’s dream and aspiration. Don’t ask what the country can do for you but
what you can do for the country.
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Write a story that ends with:
To this day, I wondered if I did
the right thing in accepting the offer.
It was 2 a.m in the morning when I received the life changing
call that day. The ringing tone broke the silence of the night. With half
opened eyes, I grabbed the phone. It was so weird to receive a phone call at
the wee hours of the morning. I heard the voice at the other side of the line
and ascertained who the caller was. It took me a few minutes to fully awake and
recognized that the voice that talked on the other side of the line is my boss,
Messy.
“Why do you call me in the middle of the night? There’s
anything happened? I queried.
“Sorry for disturbing your sleep. We just received an
important assignment. I need your help with this.” He said.
“It’s okay, what needs my professional skills?” I joked.
“Ha ha” Messy chuckled
and continued “just now a man with a black suit came to me and ask our
organization to make a delivery. Tomorrow morning, come to my office and I will
tell you more on this. Go back to your beauty sleep and see you tomorrow. Bye”
said Messy before the line went dead.
I couldn’t get back to sleep. My mind at sea wondering what
the new task would be. Tossed and turned, I gradually fell asleep.
On the next morning, the sun rises with a ball of fire. I
woke up and got dressed. I wore my black silk suit, black long trousers and a
black Italian leather shoes. I looked at the mirror and I liked my look. I drove my black metallic Audi to my boss’s
office.
Upon arrival, messy invited me to sit down and began to talk
to me about the importance of this task. All I had to do is deliver the things
from Messy’s client and safely send them to the recipient. My work seems so
easy. Having done that, then my work was considered accomplished. In my line of
duty, I have delivered many kind of things such as weapon, bombs and others.
But this time, Messy warned me that I might encounter danger during my job
because some people might try to stop me from delivering ‘the thing’ safely to
the destination.
“Can you do it? You can refuse if you want to“Said Messy.
“Don’t worry. I can do it.”I answered confidently.
“So, your final decision is to accept the job right?
“Sure. I am a pro. You know I never let you down “I said.
Nodded, he handed me the things he received to me. It was a
small grey box and a brown envelope. Before walked out, Messy reminded me about
the rules of our profession:
1.
Never ask question, just deliver the things.
2.
Never open the packages from the clients for
they are classified as confidential.
I looked at the envelope and realized that the destination
is at Singapore. I booked the next flight and flew to Singapore. Following the
address, it headed me to an unoccupied house. The neighbor said the owner is a
scientist named Josh that moved away since few months back. Josh had an ex
wife, Elli who lives in Australia. I was given her address in Australia.
I rushed to Australia to find Josh’s ex wife. Elli has a
long blonde hair and a pair of blue eyes. She gave me Josh’s address and a
piece of paper with a code on it. I cannot understand what the code means. As I
left, I sent the code to my friend to decode it. After a while, he called me to
say that the code actually represented a chemical thing. Curious, I risk my
life and broke the rules. I opened the box and found a test tube containing a
chemical and labeled ‘Biological DNA’.
I rushed to the address and found an old house. As I entered
the house, I was surprised to saw many huge test tubes inside the building. As
I approached nearer, I saw a naked human figure that looked like my son. I
couldn’t believe my eyes. I convinced myself that it was not my son, Shane. It
must be somebody else. It cracked my heart when I saw the label on the table.
It was clearly written “Shane Devon”. NO! Impossible! My son is pursuing his
studies in the Queensland University. But the truth was just under my nose. I
cried so loud. I swore that I would bomb the whole building so that my son
would not suffer after they changed him to a beast. He would be better off dead
than living life as a beast which would kill people.
The bombs were put at
every corner of the laboratory. Tears streamed down my cheek as I ignited the
bomb. Finally the laboratory was destroyed and I lost my only child. Disconsolately,
I went back to Malaysia. If only I didn’t pick up the phone that night, I
wouldn’t know the truth. If only I refused to do the job before, I wouldn’t
have to kill my only son with both my hand. To this day I wondered if I did the
right thing in accepting the offer.
Labels: My Essay for Sharing :D My Essay for Sharing :D : Sample Essay on - A Gift I Treasured
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A GIFT I TREASURE
“I
bet no one would ever believe anything I said. But I’m not lying. I’m telling
the truth! I saw him... Not only him… I CAN REALLY SEE ‘THEM’..!!…..”
HI.
MY NAME IS ANDY. I am eleven years old. I was raised up in an orphanage, 40
miles away from town. I have no friends or family. I never know who my parents
or how they looked like. Nobody wanted to be my friend. It’s only me, in my
world. I was not a favourite among the inmates. I was always out-of-the-way. I rarely
went out to play like the other kids, for the reason that I was a sickly baby. I
chose to lock up myself single-handedly in the room sketching on a white paper
all day long. As a result, everyone called me a freak. Until one day, a life
changing event happened to me.
I was on my way back from night
class when i saw something moving in the corn farm near the orphanage. Curious,
I sneaked between the grasses to see what’s inside. Shocked! I couldn’t move my
body when I saw a gigantic strange object landed right in front of me. I was
taken aback when the inexplicable object flashed a stream of light into my face
and dazzled my vision. My eyes were hurt. I was blinded for a while. My head
felt like it’s going to explode. I panicked and ran as fast as I could before I
accidently tripped to the ground and out for the count.
Waking up the next morning, I
was shocked to find myself in the middle of a messed corn farm. I ran to the
orphanage and locked myself up in the room. I hid under the blanket. My body
shaking and its temperature risen. I get mystified. I don’t know what’s
happening. I walked to the bathroom, washed my face in the sink. I wanted to
wash away all the petrified feeling I felt. I grabbed a towel besides and wiped
my face. As I lifted my face to see the mirror, I saw a girl through the
reflection on the mirror standing behind me with a long black hair covering up
half of her face. I stunned! But when I turned back, she’s not there. That is
the first time I saw such thing. However, it doesn’t stop there. Started from
that moment, my everyday life surrounded with blurry images of terrifying
entities moving around me. Luckily they never sought after me. I don’t know how
I got this ability. But, it’s not a pleasant gift for me. Why me?
One day, I joined a scout camp
in a jungle. On the first day while we were busy setting up our tents, there
were 2 boys and a girl went to the jungle unaccompanied. They told the other
campers that they were going out to look for ghost and spirits. However, they
didn’t show up for hours. So, we split into a few groups to look for them. After
almost one hour searching, the sky was getting darker. Suddenly, I saw a boy
with complete attire walking alone straight to the forest. I believe that’s one
of the missing boys. I shouted his name. He didn’t answer me. He glanced to me
with his pale blue grey face before continue walking. I followed him till I
reached a small river where I come across a dead body of a girl. I kicked in
the teeth. I’m sure that’s the missing girl! I was so terrified. I kicked the
ground and ran away back to the camp site to seek for help. I was so frightened
that I forgot that I left that boy behind. When I reached the camp site, I saw
all the missing campers were there, the two boys and the girl. No one died or
even injured. I was startled. I thought that was the missing girl’s dead body I
left a minute ago. Despite all that, I grabbed the companion’s hand and brought
him to the place before. The dead body still there but the boy was no more. The
police then came and blocked the area. I was surrounded by thousands of
questions by the police and the campers. But in all the mess, the thing that
puzzled in my mind was the boy. Who was the boy that I went after before? Where
did he go?
With my entire mind at sea I
walked back to the camp site. I stunned when I saw that creepy boy a few metres
in front of me. He was staring at me. By then I realised that he’s not like the
other kids. He’s not even wearing the same scout attire as we did. He was not
one of our members. We stared at each other. I couldn’t move my body. I know
he’s not alive. He’s a lost spirit that trapped in the forest. He must be
someone from the previous campers who got lost and died. Then, who’s the dead
girl? Could it be his friend trapped together? He brought me to the location
before so that he can show me the unburied body because I’m the only one that
could see him?
“Hey little boy, you’re the one
who bumped into the dead body before, aren’t you? Could you tell me how did you
found it?” Asked the police officer suddenly.
“He told me...” With full of
frighten, I gathered all my strength lifting my finger pointing at the little
boy.
“Who?’” curious, the officer asked.
“SITTING ON YOUR SHOULDER…”
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Literary Critism
The village by the sea
is a masterpiece written by an Indian Novelist, the
Emeritus John E. Burchard Professor of Humanities at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology; Anita Desai. Anita
desai was born on 24 june 1935 by a Germany mother and a Bengali father. Able
to speak in Bengali, Urdhu, English and hindi, she grew up surrounded by
western literature and music until she was older that this was an anomaly in
her world where she also learned the Eastern culture and customs. The village
by the sea: an Indian family story is a novel for young people that was first
published in London in 1982 is a story telling the reality life that happen in
India. The story is based on the poverty, hardship and sorrow faced by a small
rural community in India. Through this novel, Desai has won the annual Guardian
Children’s Fiction; a once – in – a-lifetime book award was judge by the panel
of British children’s writers.
The
village by the sea is a story taking place in a small fishing village, Thul
where the main resources for food supply and money of the villagers comes from
the . The story is about a survival of an Indian family that consist of a very
sick mother and a drunkard father that is unable to work due to his bad
drinking habit, three sisters and a brother. The two younger sisters who are
studying in school and an elder sister, who has stopped going to school due to
economical problems, are now looking after their family. The younger brother
feel responsible to be the head of family as he is the only man that is reliable
in the family also stopped going to school due to the same reason and to look
after their family. These two elder sister and brother becomes the sole food provider to the
family. They did everything it takes to survive and meet their family needs.
The only things they have are a small hut and a small piece of land which is
not enough for them to make a living on. Their difficulties and struggles in
surviving their life in such a young age make their life full with sorrows and
obscurity.
Throughout my reading on
this book, there are a few literary critism that are highlighted all through
the plot development in this novel. One of them is economy.
As can be seen in the
novel, the background of the novel is taking place in a fisherman village.
Their financial and food supply resources of the villagers is definitely depending
much on the sea compare to any other alternatives. The earnings from fishing
activities have becoming the core income for their living. When this opportunity
is taken away from them, they lost they way. They can’t think of any other way
to earn for living. When Biju’s big boat was nearly ready to go out to the sea,
a strange man’s news that it is useless since factories will be built by the
government near the sea really breaks their heart as fishing will be very hard.
Add to the depression, there will be no work opportunities offered open for
them in the factories. The other
economical literary can be seen in the novel is the economy condition of the
main character’s family. Their main financial resources are through fishing and
farming. When their drunkard father sold away their fishing boat, cow and paddy
field to pay his toddy debts, they lost they sources of financial. They
couldn’t afford money for their books and school uniform as well as their basic
needs. As the other two siblings need to
be educated, the other two elder siblings stopped going to school as to do
their best to afford their younger sibling’s school needs. Lila is practically become the mum and taking
care of all the family while Hari digs holes in the back yard, sometimes goes
fishing and works in the fields to earn for living. They hardly have any money even to buy small
cheap thing demands by their little siblings. He feels very responsible as the
head of the family. This can be seen in the paragraph quoted below.
‘But how?’ Cried Lila.
“We don't go to school any more, you and I. Only Bela and Kamal go - and next
year we won't be able to buy them any new books. We hardly eat anything but
this dry bread or dry rice, every day. There's hardly ever any money to buy
anything with in the bazaar - only when we sell our coconuts to the Malabaris -
The only time we eat fish is when you go fishing. Father never does and then
mother: how will mother get well if she never gets any medicine? (Page 15, line
15 until 26)
The other literary
critism is social.
In the society in the
village is consisting of a community of people with low standard and uneducated
environment. Their living condition of the villagers is having way lower standard
to be compared to the city people. They have very less job opportunities for
them to improve their life. There is no clean water, very poor health
facilities and also having a low standard of schooling and many more. The
difficulties in their life since a very young age and being surrounded by that
un-developing life since their parents and ancestors causes them don’t have big
dreams. They have got a small piece of land, a fishing boat a hut and nothing
else. And at the same time they are having a very calm and relaxed type of
life. The people are so simple. They have to work only season wise and have
their daily rest very joyfully. They also tend to feel satisfied with what they
have in hand. They don’t have much
motivation to get and changed to a better life.
It is also the society
where the voice of people of lower standard rank is being ignored by the people
at higher rank or authorities/ government. when the government plans to built a
few factories in the village, the villagers gets angry and oppose strongly the
plan as it will badly affect their economy and they will lost the source of
financial. But no one is listening to their yelling. The government is
implementing their master plan with force. This resulting to the owner of small
farms and lands has to become laborer and worker in their own land while some
other does other works. Ever since, their life take 360 degrees turn from calm
and relax life to a hardworking and restless life. In this society also, people
in city is seen as high standard and educated people besides having a
distinguished feature. A city man claims as those who suppose to be smart an
intelligent. Any categories out of this is considered as their opposite. This
rank of people also likes to ridicule and pull the wool over the second rank
category of people’s eyes.
In this story also, the
society still believe in superstitious. When Lila’s mother’s illness getting
worse, the younger sisters ran to the house next door to seek for help. But
instead of looking for a doctor, she sent them the magic man to help on getting
away the evil spirit. He always gives treatment for their boils, aches and
fevers. He is also known to perform special puja
for those who are too ill to benefits from his powders- the mad, the unhappy
and the dying. This society belief can be seen in page 74 lines 9 until 15.
‘‘I’ll tell you what. I heard the old
man who came to the village with his cow blowing his horn and banging his drum
early this morning. He can’t have gone far. I’ll send him to you. He has good
herbs, powders and barks. Go and tell Lila.”.
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