Friday, August 30, 2013

He Said He Lead Revolution

Look what I found as I was eliminating little brother's old things. A pure teen essay! Aww... 


Section B: Continuous Writing
Question 4 
When I was a kid, I always imagine myself as an important figure for the whole people throughout the world. I was wearing black suit with a red necktie and my hair was slick and shiny. My body and soul were reunited in such a manner that I was able to confront thousands of people in front of me. Those were admirers, reporters and investors waiting for my voice to silence the opposition lurking behind their own shadows.
What was I thinking about? Was it to become the prime minister? Well, actually I was thinking about something else. From my watery eyes, I observed the nature and its living things. I could almost feel how it flowed smoothly as it was planned.
So, I decided to do something extraordinary for my people. I have watched my brother fallen in the battlefield. Houses were burnt. Families were forced to leave their village. Because of war, everything was torn apart. I had decided to join the army as it was my only choice left.
I became a medical assistant. Everywhere I went, medical kits would always be within my grasp because anytime soldiers would need me. As if medical kits were my weapon in the battlefield. However, it was not long before I changed my weapon into a real one. It was that day when I followed my platoon into a forest. The mission was to ambush the enemy and loot their ammunition and firearms.
Unfortunately, we were overwhelmed by the enemy. Almost everyone was shot down. Quickly enough I traded my medical kits with a rifle from a dead soldier. From that point I became a soldier.
For a long period of time I served in the army with a good reputation. I was expected to receive a promotion from my leader. And eventually I replaced the remaining leader and became the General of the Army.
With my intelligence I ordered my army to carry out many war tactics towards my enemy. My enemy feared me because of that successful warfare. At the same time, I recruited new soldiers from numerous villages throughout the country. I also had a large number of followers from different villages I had united earlier.
From huge supports I had received, I finally defeated my enemy and overthrown the ruling party. I became the president   of my country. All my efforts were paid off and I gave my speech in front of my people. I swore in front of them that I would exterminate poverty from this nation. I will build hospitals for the villagers. And above all, I will change this country into a democratic country.
Everyone cheered and clapped as I finished my speech. Although I had to use the hard way to become the president, I had no other choice. I was a hero. I have lead a revolution. Finally, I have achieved my greatest triumph. 

Hmm, what about question 1, 2, 3 and 5? Let's see...

Write a composition of about 350 words on one of the following topics:

1. A mother's sacrifice (this one, maybe I could write about mommy kitty. Just imagine, Persian cats talking? From pampered baby to perished happiness?)

2. The advantages and disadvantage of blogging (Boring...)

3. Ways of preventing illegal motorcycle racing (You seriously must be a hardcore bookworm to write a GOOD one, kids. Because EVERYBODY can write this.)

4. Write a story ending with:
    "...Finally, I have achieved my greatest triumph."

5. Silence (Ideas ramification alert!)

So... this chunky little brother of mine picked Question 4. Good ideas, inspiring, some vocab and impressive imagination there I can see. I believe he added both his interests; war games and politics into the chronology. Day-dreaming too. :p

But yeah, it's an everyone's problem. Grammar. I edited some of the errors. Overall, he deserved that 40/50 his teacher marked. 

Ah... I smell originality. Or not? I hate plagiarism (Even few teachers encourage that! What kind of teacher who would tell students to memorize essays? Grr...). 

Nah, I still think this comes straight from him. He won't memorize others' essay. He barely memorize anything. Haha.

Amoi 1: Suddenly being a critic? 
M: Merely for fun.

p/s: wasting filling my leisure time here. 

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Anemia Delights

Kaum hawa sebayaku pandai sungguh membuat berjenis-jenis manisan. Tak seperti lauk-pauk  yang boleh dicampak-campak ramuannya, aku memang tak reti menghasilkan sebarang biskut atau kek.

Bagi aku bidang kuih-muih ni ibarat Matematik Tambahan. Tak pun Matematik sekolah rendah masa aku kena panggil dengan cikgu Matematik darjah 6.  

“Awak ada masalah ke?”
tanya cikgu Shahrul, mengambil berat.

Sayu hatiku. Maka aku hanya menidakkan soalan sambil tersengih-sengih kelat. Padahal memang sengaja aku protes tak mahu hafal sifir.

“Apa pasallah sekolah rendah tak boleh pakai kalkulator?” getus nilai ketidakmatanganku.

Berbalik kepada pembuatan manisan, suatu hari aku nak juga cuba buat agar-agar santan. Lawa gambar Agar-agar Santan Ros dalam blog masakan itu. Merah menyala, bentuk hati lagi. Romantica de amor.

Sebelum agar-agar tu rasa macam nutrient agar makmal mikrobiologi, aku pun tampal catatan resepi pada peti sejuk. Pelekat magnet pun siap berukir bunga ala-ala stail Inggeris, baik dimanfaatkan.

Dek menyedari kehadiran sekeping kertas A4 tersebut, Mak aku menegur. Tapi ayat yang last tu,

“Jangan sampai goreng telur pun kena tengok resepi dah ler…” kata Mak separuh berbisik.

Dia punya impak… Hampir seakan-akan terpelanting aku ke pintu pagar jiran depan rumah.

p/s: I am the inventor of Agar-agar Santan Ros Anemia.

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Thick Blood

We only spent Eid holidays in Johor until the third Syawal. 

At the back seat, I asked my brother, "Kalau kau kena describe satu benda tentang aku, apa perkataan pertama yang muncul dalam kepala kau?"
"Pendek!" with his cunning smile.

I laughed. 


I slept after dawn then woke up at about 10 am. I didn't have much time to prepare food so there were just french fries, almost burnt nuggets and chicken balls for him to munch at the hostel. So unhealthy. 

He was amazed at how fast I settled packing up his things. I took that as 'Thank you, you magical sister.' 

On that August 12, we safely arrived at Kolej Matrikulasi Melaka. Mak waved the warmest goodbye and off we went back to Klang. 

"Orang balik dari cuti raya bawak balik ketupat, rendang, kuih raya. Kita bawak french fries!" he joked.

But he didn't even had a single bite of those french fries because of stomachache. Claims that stomachache was since Raya. 

"Aku bagi kawan aku lah. Habis dah," he said.
"Kawan tak ada common sense. At least tinggalkanlah sedikit," I thought.

So I let myself imagine it was just my kind brother who said to them roommates, "Habiskanlah semua. Aku tak nak." 

p/s: just scribbling some small moments with big meanings.