English Tutorial - Group 10

Sunday, June 12, 2011

THE MOMENT OF ONE BITE

Do you know our medicine actually have a few percent of drugs in its ? Info from World Health Organisation was told all types of medicine, antibiotics, antiserum and others are all made of drugs. That’s why we feel sleepy and like had a daydream when ate it. But there is one of the powerful tablet or pill newly made that is worst and dangerous for all human kind. I will share this story with you all that starts from knowing, try and addicted.

''Psst.. want some?'' my friend whispered suspiciously to me."Want what?"I replied curiously while looking at what my friend was holding.." Only the most brilliant tablet ever made by human itself!", he said in a very boastful tone. My eyes glowed in excitement. I looked at my friend as he inserted a purple coloured tablet into his mouth. I stared in envy as the sheer blissful expression gleamed upon his face. With each passing moment, I got desperate, I desired it even more. I tried to resist, but the desire to consume was overwhelming.

"Give me one!, I desperately pleaded with him as I succumbed to temptation. He placed the purple tablet on the palm of my hand. It was weightless, as light as a feather. I lifted my hand, slowly placing the tablet on the tip of my tongue. Bloody brilliant! It was like nothing I had ever tasted before. The flavour of the tablet blasted in my mouth. My vision blurred, as if the whole world has disintegrated. My hearing became limited, only hearing the collisions between the tablet and my teeth. The tablet melted in my mouth. The euphoric feeling was taking over me. Within minutes, the tablet totally dissolved. It was gone, all gone! The object that gave me an out of the body experience was finished in a flash. I needed more, I needed to have another go at the wonderful feeling."Give me another one!" I demanded from my friend.
"No! Theres only a few left! I am never going to give you another one!" shouted my friend in anger. I was furious, the only thing that prevented me from the zenith of my life was him.

I gave him a hard shove, so hard that he was forced back to a wall. Punched him as though he was a punching bag. I could no longer comprehend anything, neither my actions nor their impact. All I knew that I needed to have those precious tablets and this demon was preventing me from reaching them. My eyes turned bloodshot. I had intended to get that little treasure of his from him no matter what."THUD!", I delivered a fatal punch, straight to his ribcage."Theg..Theg...", the plastic containing the tablet fell out of his pocket. "MENTOS", it wrote on the wrapper. I placed a handful in my mouth as my friend laid on the floor, motionless."Tek! Tek!" the sound made by the collision of the grape flavoured mentos and my teeth coming out from the corner of a room in the Tanjung Rambutan Hospital, echoed through out the hallway.

In theory, I am the patient of this hospital for 10 years, but in practice I also addicted in drugs by imagine the mentos is the best ever drugs I had tasted before. Because of that I need to spent more times in this crazy hospital with freshy nurse.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Mohammad Syahmie bin Mohd Daud is a name given by both of my parents. I am 18 years old and had furthered my studied at Universiti Teknologi Petronas. My former school was at MRSM Merbok, Kedah for two years and I had taken my SPM exam there.

I am the older among three siblings. My second brother is Mohammad Syairazi and last brother is Mohd Syafi Aiman. We are all boys and does not have any girl in my family except for my mother. The only study in Chinese school is my last brother at SJKC Chong Hwa. Now, he is 10 years old. The second brother is study at SMK Sik, same where my mother worked there.

Both of my parents work as teacher. My father has graduated as a councellor teacher in UPM while my mother has graduated as a math teacher in UPSI. Now, my parents teach at the same place but different schools where my father at SK Chepir and my mother at SMK Sik. They teach for a long time about nearly 25 years ago.

Dr. Mahathir is my idol and I like him very much in a way how he talks, gives speech, reading books, even in how he was ruled this country for 23 years. My hobby is reading books because from reading I got more knowledge and can think like a matured man. Plus, reading was mentioned in Quran for 1500 years ago for humankind to learn and do a research.

So, I think this is much about myself. Hope there is have a special and unique in this essay for who is always thinking deeply.

My First Tutorial Essay

At 28th of October 1993, a boy was born in a small wooden house in FELDA Redong, Segamat. His name is Norhalimi bin Ash’ari and that boy is me. I got my early education at PASTI Kindergarten where I learnt on how to read, write and count. I also learnt about enjoying my time as a child. The place where I spent about a year before my family and I moved to the new house at Segamat Baru, Segamat. Then, I pursued my study in SK Segamat Baru which is located about 2km from my house. The most memorable things I got there was when my chin was cut when I tried to perform ablution at the slippery toilet. It was hurt but it gave me valuable experience to become more cautious. At that school, I learnt the value of friendship which I shared with one of my best friend. After finishing my primary school, I continued my study to SMKA Segamat. The time move very fast that I do not believe that I had spent 5 years there. Things seemed to become fast when it is good. Living in the boarding school had taught me much in term of living and leadership skill. I became more independent and through my experience, I have managed to become an adaptable person. Now, I am studying at UTP. I am doing my foundation here and looking forward to learn more things here. That is some brief about my education history. I love to eat ‘nasi lemak’ especially when the person who made it is my mother despite on what people say about it. For my hobby I love to reading when I have free time as I know the benefits that we can get from it. Besides that, we can learn new things and we can go to the other world by doing it. That is what I believe whenever I take a book to read. Others are playing football because it can teach me how to cooperate with others. In my life, I am hoping to become useful person to my family, country and Islam. So, I am preparing myself to ensure that my ambition will become reality.

Friday, June 10, 2011

The Moment I Finally Found It

I was a numb person. I felt like losing something deep inside of me. I couldn't remember my childhood days with my birth mother. My inborn impulse keep saying that my life didn't seem so happy if I had raised by my birth mother. But there were thousand question that still playing around my head. Why didn't she raised me up? Why she was willing to give me to my adoptive parents? And the main question is; Does she loves me?

Sometimes I realized that I had a happy childhood days with my adoptive parents but could I get a happy and meaningful childhood days if I lived with my birth mother. Could she bakes me a cake for my birthday every year? Could she sews my halloween costume? Could we have a joyful moment in the kitchen baking cupcakes and cookies like I used to have with my adoptive mother. But I didn't think so. If I managed to have those precious moments with her but then why she didn't want to raise me. Sometimes I felt like being rejected by my own mother. I am very curious to get to know her. I have to know my real family history. My real name. My real mother. My real hometown. If not, so who am I?

I love my adoptive adoptive parents so much. They are the apple of my eye. I'm very grateful to have people that willing to take me as their own child. They managed to colour my life. I couldn't imagine my life without the presence of my adoptive parents. My life might be dull without people who could build your life and love you until you had become a successfull person. They also had manured virtue inside of me. Bethany Moore is my name. But I knew this was not my real name. This is the name that had been given by my adoptive parents once they adopted me. My adoptive parents didn't talked much about my birth mother. So, I decided to do on a research for my mother at the family-research.com. I found her name-Elizabeth Hopkins. But I couldn't find the place she lives now. So, I contacted Maisie, the person in-charge and waited for a favorable reply.

I live in the Arizona and it is really far distance from my adoptive parents in New Hampshire because of my career. I work as a lawyer at Brook & Ben Company. I love my job, protecting the innocent people. But sometimes I had to defence for bad people and fight with the innocent ones. I had the ability to stand for justice. I won severals lawsuits along my career. The courtroom is not 'alien' to me. I'm very good to stand for facts and fight against the doubts. I was thinking if I had inherited these skills from my birth mother. I do hope so. So that I have something in common with her. But I have realized that this is not who I am. Why could I stand for others but not for my own rights?

One evening, after a long day in the courtroom, I got a phone call from Maisie. She told me that my birth mother lived in East Garden that only took one and a half hour from Brook & Ben Company office. Even I was tired but I couldn't lose this opportunity to meet her. So, I drove my car to East Garden. I finally reached the destination that I had been waiting. Dreams can take you to places you haven't been before. I parked my car at the sidewalk. I walked slowly to her house gate. She lived in a small country style house. I saw a lady sitting on a beach at her garden. That should be her! The garden was a sight to behold with a kaleidoscope of colourful flowers. I felt like the flowers were welcoming me to meet her. I walked towards the lady with full of anticipation while finding the right words to greet her. I felt like there were something stucked in my guts when it came to introduce myself.

She looked younger than I thought. I greeted her and asked, 'Good evening. I'm Bethany Moore. Are you Elizabeth Hopkins?' She answered, 'Yes. I'm Elizabeth Hopkins.' She's my birth mother that I have being dreamt of. This is the moment that I have been looking for my entire life. I finally found it...