ACCIDENTS 1.

The bus lurched to one side and the next moment we were either on the floor or clinging desperately to our seats. There was pandemonium in the bus as screams and yells filled the air. 2. The bus was hanging precariously at the edge of a steep cliff. We scrambled out through all available exits including the windows and made it in the nick of time before the bus tumbled over. 3. From the corner of my eye I saw a dark shape looming in front of us. The next moment I felt my body being launched into space as the impact of the collision hurled us into the air. 4. I was blinded by powerful lights. I heard voices talking anxiously and footsteps hurrying in my direction. I was in daze and vaguely remembered being carried into a car. I felt too stunned to protest. I felt dizzy and then blacked out. 5. My father reversed the family car, bundled me into it and sped towards the hospital. We reached hospital in double quick time. 6. Suddenly a car swerved into my path and I had to take evasive action to avoid a collision. I managed to do so but in the process I crashed into a drain. By the time I picked myself up the car had disappeared. So I stood there fuming. The cuts and bruises sustained from the crash were nothing compared to the anger I felt at the hitand-run driver. If I had been killed the driver might have got away with murder. 7. All of sudden the silence in the cabin was broken by a loud whirr. The passengers were jostled about as the plane shook and tilted from side to side, hit by some unknown object. 8. We held our breaths for the most crucial moment had arrived. The plane came down with a tilt but was straightened in time. It jolted horribly but came to a perfect stop beside the fire engine on the tarmac. While the passengers scrambled out to safety, the firemen put out the fire in the right wing of the plane and saved it from utter destruction. 9. The attendants at the ambulance party had great difficulty in extracting the bodies of those dead inside the wrecked cars. Many of the spectators could not bear the sight of the grisly task and some even fainted. 10. The road where the accident had taken place presented a horrible sight. There were puddles of blood all over the place. Scattered here and there were pieces of flesh torn from the dead bodies. 11. We rode five abreast and all of a sudden a speeding car came towards us. We had no time to take evasive action and the next moment we fell in a sprawling heap.

12. I heard the screeching of brakes followed by the blaring of horns shattering the silence of the peaceful morning. I rushed to the scene of the accident. Meanwhile, a large crowd of onlookers had gathered to watch the two drivers engaged in a war of words. Both drivers were shouting their lungs out, blaming each other for the accident. 13. The car swerved to the right and left. I looked on, alarmed that the driver might have lost control of the vehicle. My worst fear was confirmed. An instant later, a car crashed into a brick wall. There was a sickening crash of metal being twisted at the moment of impact before the engine died and the car lay in a heap of fumes. 14. I heard shouts of glee coming from their direction. To my horror, I saw throwing a javelin at each other. I guessed it saved them a chore of having a retrieve the javelin after each throw. It was scary watching them. A couple of times I was sure the javelin would strike flesh but it missed by inches. 15. Then disaster struck. Ali threw the javelin and it arched towards John who had difficulty judging the flight path. He was not sure which way to go. The javelin came down hard on his thigh with a sickening thud. Instantly a spray of red blood gushed out from the stricken thigh. John gave a howl of pain and fell on his back, writhing in pain and his hands clutched desperately at the embedded javelin. 16. A motorist horned furiously behind me and before I put swerve to the side I felt a bumper of the car hitting my bicycle. For a split second, I felt my bicycle wobbled. There were screech of brakes and the impact sent me flying through the air. I fell heavily on the ground and then blacked out. I regained consciousness fifteen minutes later. By then a curious crowd had gathered around me. My friends were kneeling down, vigorously fanning my face with exercise books. My head was throbbing and a sharp pain shot through my arm when I tried to lift it. 17. I fell heavily on the grass verge off road and rolled into a monsoon. The rough concrete side of the drain bruised my knees and elbows but other than that I was unhurt. I scrambled out of the drain, dusting my clothes and examining my bruises. 18. I crept out of the plane through a small hole in the fuselage. I was rather dazed and shaken. Of the other passengers, many were slumped lifelessly in their seats, others had been thrown out of plane by the impact of the crash. Those who were still alive had managed to crawl out the plane, and were sitting on the ground nursing their injuries. 19. I leaned and peered through the window. The dark skies was illuminated by flaring bursts of lightning followed immediately by loud shattering blasts of thunder. Then, as the plane shuddered violently, baggage from the racks above fell and cries of panic broke out. Almost immediately the plane begun to lose height. I could feel the plane spinning over and over. Some of the passengers started screaming in terror while others said their prayers loudly. I remembered being thrown about in the pitch darkness. Then I heard a tremendous crash I passed out.

ACCIDENTS(Continued) 20. When I regain consciousness, I was only aware of the throbbing pain in my head. Through my tattered clothes I observed the patch work of numerous cuts and bruises all over my body. I looked around me but there were no signs of life. Blood splattered corpses and dismembered limbs lay scattered everywhere. I felt a lump rise in my throat. Winching with pain and fear, I struggled to stand up. My legs were weak and my hands were trembling. I fumbled and stumbled as there were no trail to follow. 21. We could see the fleshes of lightning in the distance. Very soon the aircraft was beginning to feel the storm and was pitching and tossing in the turbulence in the air. Hailstones as large as tennis ball were smashing against the aircraft. All of a sudden I heard a crack like a pistol shot. A feeling of danger crept into our minds. 22. I received a violent jolt and my body heat against the steering wheel and the front windscreen. I was dazed and had a faint feeling that I was thrown out of the car with a strong force. 23. My eyes were losing the power of holding a purposely steady gaze. I met a gain attempt to get up but I crumpled and fell. I did not have the strength even to raise my body. In the meantime people gathered around me and there were usual fuss and excitement but very little action. 24. The sunlight streaming through the thick canopy in the early hours of the morning revealed the ghastly and gory side that lay before us. The acrid of smoke overwhelmed us and parts of the wreckage were still smouldering. Not one body, personnal belongings or equipment was found intact. All we could pick were charred and mangled remain from the debris. The stanched that emanated from the area was overpowering. 25. It was the wee hours of drizzly morning when Roslan Khamis finally managed to get some sleep. His wife and the three children were curled up in the living room after catching the last show on TV, abd Roslan, who was earlier feeling a little uneasy, had retired to the bedroom of their house in pantai Dalam. Then, at 6.15 a.m., a loud explosion rocked the house. the next thing he knew, Roslan heard a rumbling sound and was burried under a pile of sand and rubble. clawing his way out, Roslan was greeted by the sight of his six-year-old son, Affendi, lying lifeless under a huge boulder that had landed in the living room. 26. A loud blast followed by a commotion on the streets interrupted our conversation. We later learnt that a bomb hidden under a bus went off in a street some distance away. When I arrived at the blast site, the place was cordoned off by the police and surrounded by a huge crowd. 27. All of a sudden, a newsflash appeared on my screen. A newscaster appeared and stated in a serious voice, "we interrupt this program for an important announcement. It has been discovered that a large meteor is travelling at a fast pace towards Earth and has

been calculated to hit Earth pproximately 12.00 p.m. Tuesday. We urge everyone to move in a calm manner to a storm shelter or any other form of security." 28. There I stopped to watch: a distant commotion; cops moving backand forth; paramedics rolling a stretcher towards an apartment complex.A crowd was already forming as the police move back and forth. The scene was eeriely quiet and peaceful. 29. My feet struck the ground,launching me faster heading for the sound. Finally I reached it, almost wishing I hadn't. Here lay a mother, child in hand and a red stream flowing down her lifeless face. The bundle in her arms screamed again, snapping me back into reality. 30. Soon the medics folled someone out - a small person, a child - and loaded the patient onto the chopper. The helicopter coughed and wheezed as it began its mercy flight to the hospital. 31. Then flash, in the blink of an eye, the world was turned upside down. When I finally got myself together I was lying about 20 feet from the wreckage. I stood up and in front of me lay tons of terrible carnage strung across the field like a satin sheet after restless night. Fire was everywhere with its delicate destruction. 32. We got into the car and raced to the scene of the accident. I could feel my heart beating rapidly inside my chest as if it might try to jump out. 33. There was an endless shattering of glass breaking, metal grinding, engines melting, leather tearing and plastic cracking, as everything was covered with a blanket of glass. Then at last everything stopped and the whole world was black. 34. I never saw the car coming. The bumper hit my knee, shattering it, throwing me onto the hood. My glasses were thrown from my face I slammed into the windshield, cracking it and shattered my rib and spine. I rolled over the top of the car and slammed into the pavement, cracking my skull. I couldn't feel anything. My spinal chord was severed. I heard the screech of brakes; the opening ad closing of a car door echoed i my ears. I felt my life slipping away. 35. I heard the deafening crash and felt a terrific jolt. Glass ad steel flew everywhere. My whole body seemed to be inside out. I heard myself scream. Suddenly I awakened; it was very quiet. My body was mangled. I was saturated with blood. Pieces of jagged glass were sticking out all over. Strange that I couldn't feel anything. ANGER 1. He saw red whe his brother took his money 2. He was scarlet with anger. His face swelled with anger. 3. He seethed with hatred when he saw his enemy. 4. She turned her blazing eyes at her husband when he gambled away all his money.

5. I felt that the hours of my life were numbered. Blood was dripping out of my mouth and chest. I was infuriated at the way I had to die. Death like this was meaningless. I did not get the chance to die for a cause, to die heroically. 6. And at last she could not hold back her tears anymore and they flowed out freely with sadness, frustration, despair and anger - all utterly mixed. 7. I glared at him as he had the cheek to deny it. He gave me an innocent look. I shook my head in disbelief. I was fuming with anger hung over us for a moment before he strode away fuming. 8. In anger he uttered, Ill bash you up for this!. Those words incensed me and I retorted, Be my guest! The burst of anger hung over us for a moment before he strode away fuming. 9. He fumed irritably as he headed back to his ancient motorcycle. 10. Most probably, anger had conquered my mind and I wished illogically that I could have the courage to run away from my family, or to fight with my father, or to pick up a stone and break the glass of a shop window, in order to vent my anger. 11. He clenched his fists in frustration and ground / gritted his teeth in desperation. 12. All the other memories started coming back. I couldn't stop them. They just kept coming one after the other. The more I remembered the faster the tears ran out. I got up and started pacing around in my room. The more I thought of her the angrier I became. I took my aggression out by punching the walls. The nurses came in trying to calm me. 13. With my jaws clenched, I knew nothing I said could nullify his suspicion. 14. She saw me roll my eyes at her in dusguist. This made her blood boil. She charged at me, shaking her finger in my face. I jumped back from my mother's fierce action. My mom often scared me with her ability to lash out at me. ANXIETY,APPREHENSION,FEAR 1. Some of the candidates appeared to be a bit ruffled and most of them were red in the face as they emerged from the office. Soon it was my turn and as I entered the office all eyes were centered on me. I walked briskly to a table and greeted him. 2. He stopped in front of me, folded his armsand stared at me. I put my head down / My head hung low. I could not meet his gaze. 3. I waited anxiously forlong minutes. All sorts of terrible thoughts came up to torment me. 4. I sat on the chair and pondered about my situation. The canteen helper looked at me quizzically but I just shrugged my shoulder.

5. I was utterly dumbfounded. A few minutes ago her face as red with rage. 6. Slowly the excitement of new experience turned to be boredom. Time seemes to crawl. The clock seemed to be stuck. After that seemed like an eternity we were summoned to board the aeroplane. 7. Mother smiled feebly at us before she was wheeled into the operation theatre. Father was uneasy and paced up and down the floor, sweating profusely out of nervousness. Two hours passed before the door slid open and the doctor sepped out, wiping his hands on a towel. 8. There have been many incidents in my life which still remain vivid in my memory. However, there is one incident which always make me shudder each time I think of it. The incident nearly cost my life. 9. Thick smoke was blowing out of my neighbour's house. My heart pounding, I stood petrified for a few moments. Then uttering a cry of alarm I dashed to the next room and banged on the door frantically. 10. It was my first trip on an aeroplane. Naturally I was excited and apprehensive. My flight was scheduled to leave at 9.00 p.m. and I had plenty of time to kill. 11. I entered the room cautiously. I could see the indistinct shape of someone lying on the bed. My legs quivered in fear and my mouth grew dry, yet I walked to the bed and pulled back the sheets. What the flickeringlight of the candle revealed, was a sight so horrible that even now I shudder to think of it. I had to bite my tongue to stifle a scream. The blood drained from my face and my body shook with fear. 12. The path woud its way betwee the rocky outcrops at the top of the high cliffs. As I walked I kept my fingers crossed that I would reach the fishing village, half a mile away, before a storm broke. 13. The hut was in darkness. The cemet floor was rather dampad my bones ached. I tossed about uneasily in my sleep and finally got up, wrappig my thin jacket around me. I stumbled around the darkness towards the door, groping with my hands until my finger could feel the cold metal of the door knob. I pushed the door open and it creaked protestingly. 14. I stirred restlessly in bed. the bedroom was in darkness. It was a hot night and the dull moonlight which shone in through the open window showing the faint outline of the furniture in the room. Suddenly I heard a low moan followed by a whimper. My heart began to beat very fast. The sounds were sound so eerie that I covered my head with blanket in fear. However, the sound cotinued and kept me awake. 15. The dog began o bark fiercely. The boy was startled and turned around to see what the dog was barking it. There o the grass was a long cobra, its eyes glintig evilly and its hood spread. The frightened boy clambered to his feet ad tottered backwards. He fell

into the river with a loud splash. He trashed around in the deep water, shouting desperately for help. ANXIETY,APPREHENSION,FEAR(Continued) 16. The colour drained from his face. 17. Her face turned ashen. 18. He cringed at the thought of seeing the discipline teacher. 19. His voice shook as he spoke. 20. She screamed in terror. 21. She had butterflies in her stomach. 22. My worst suspicions and fear were confirmed. 23. He wore a worried look. 24. The colour drained from her face when she received the telegram. 25. He lookes as if he had seen a ghost. 26. He rummaged through the shelves and produce a thick file. He flipped through the pages and read in silence for a few minutes. As he read, he seemed to grow more and more excited. 27. A few agonising moments trickled by. Being all alone, a terrible fear gribbed my heart. 28. Three or four quick steps and I was facing the front door. A slight push ad the door were ajar. As I stepped in, darkness eveloped me. The air inside was damp and heavy. To be in such a forlon place at such a dismal hour made me apprehesive. 29. Struck with fear at the horrible sight, I dashed out of the door screaming into the darkness and rain. I ran madly along the road with the wailing wind closely following me. 30. Rosli closed his book and switched off his bedside lamp. He pulled up his blanket and snuggled into his soft mattress. But he could not sleep. He lay in bed for a long time starig at the ceiling ad thinking about the interesting book he had just read. 31. Petrified with fear, I stood rooted/riveted to the ground with my eyes glued to the shadow.Tiny drops of sweat appeared on my brow. I had the feeling that my knees could no longer hold the weight of my body. 32. The air was stiff with tension and there was something tugging at my heart as if a terrible thing had happen.

33. I held my breath and my heart was pounding wildly. I swiped off the cold sweat trickling down my forehead with the back ofmy hand. 34. Her face was gaunt and filled with apprehension but she still managed a faint smile. 35. Guided by only a torchlight and the lights of faraway houses, we walked solemnly in the dark, huddled close together and singing softly, keeping our ears pricked for suspicious sounds. At one point, we ran when we heard a noise which suggested that a tiger was on a rampage or a hungry vampire lusting for warm human blood. 36. Adrenaline surged/coursed/raced throught my body/veins. 37. My heart palpitated wildly as I darted wildly down the street. The tears in my eyes were stinging my face. 38. My body ran cold, and sweat trickled off my eyelashes. My troat burned / was parched, and it became hard to breathe. 39. I had to be dreaming. Pinching myself, I tried desperately to wake up from this dream. Cursing at the very real pain it caused made me realize it wasn't a dream. 40. When I saw this man, somehow I knew, somehow I felt, somehow I was told by the faint, trickling sensation in my stomach, that life's end was near. But I was wrong. I had to be. 41. My heartbeat quickened with the pace of my footsteps. 42. Midway through a sitcom I heard a siren, then the air palpitated overhead. Parting the blinds, I saw a helicopter zeroing in on the neighbourhood, aiming its light cone down onto the boulevard just east of us. 43. Quick thoughts ran through my mind ad my roaring body which was about to explode. The adrenaline that passed through my body was now unbearable. I could feel the thin hairs on my arms and legs to turn goose bumps. I couldn't help but hold my breath when, I saw her enter the room. I could feel my emotions going out of control. My eyes quickly swelled, and tears quickly came to my face. 44. I became axious, squirming in my seat. My mind was filled with nostalgic memories. 45. I felt butterflies rise up in my stomach fluttering about like a small circus. My face grew red as my smile grew wider. The excitement grew; I was unableto speak. My body started shaking and if anyone touched me, I would have exploded. 46. The nagging fear that overwhelmed me truly got to my nerves. 47. Grasping at my chest due to lack of air, I regained my breath and started to evaluate the situation and think about what my next move would be.

48. We both stopped straight to our tracks when we saw something that almost made us faint. 49. I always pondered the question late at night while my family was sleeping so o one could hear my desperate cries. I knew I had problem but I had no idea how to handle it. How could anyone possibly uderstand what I was going through? I did't want anyone to know my secret. ANXIETY,APPREHENSION,FEAR(Continued) 50. I remember being so nervous that I had butterflies in my stomach, my palms were sweating horribly and my hands were trembling uncotrollably. 51. After what felt like an eterity, suddenly the doctor became somewhat evasive, almost secretive. I was exasperated, determined to find out what was wrong with my son's lab report. I inched my way over behind the curtain, so I could overhear bits and pieces of the doctor's conversation. They were discussing things like a low haemoglobin count and a high white blood cell count. Then I heard it, the most devastating word I have ever heard a doctor said - leukaemia. 52. My voice trembled and my mind started to race. 53. I was in a predicament, trapped like a rat! I didn't want to spend the whole night in the lobby! 54. Suddenly, as if someone had thrown a giant switch, the air became charged with heavy, palpable electricity, that indescribable but unmistakable by-product of intense fear. We saw terror flash across the workers' faces before we even saw the motion. 55. My body became to quiver and tears began to fill in the corners of my eyes. 56. It was about 2.36 in the morning when she was suddenly awakened by the front door slamming shut. THUD! The table next to the door, kicked by an out0of-control foot, crashed to the floor. Her father had just got home from the pub, drunk as usual. 57. She had been sitting on the sofa in the dimly illuminated living room. Her finger rhythmically flipped the pages of her book but she wasn't paying any attention to it. 58. She clutched the flowered quilt close to her. As she listened to her parents' harsh words bounce back and forth, Past fights flashed through her mind. A surge of fear swept over her as she thought about how angry her father has got when he was drunk. 59. As her father's hand made contact with her mother's face, Angela gasped. She had never seen her father hit her mother before. Her mother, knocked off balance by the blow, stumbled sideways and tripped over the sofa leg. As she fell to the floor, sh smashed her head on the sharp edge of the coffee table. Blood started streaming down her pale face. A bright pink imprint of his father's hand was still visible on her left cheek. She was paralysed with fear.

60. The blood was so dark and scary. She let the phone dangle from its cord as she ran into the living room. Her father, stunned by the chain of events, grabbed a blanket and pressed it to her mother's head. 61. "Police!" they screamed. "Out of the car. Hands on top of your heads. Face down on the ground. Move!" A boot slammed into my back. Gravel cut into my skin. Steel bit into my wrists. Fear filled my mind. 62. I sipped my coffee slowly, my hands shaking nervously. 63. Fear enveloped me. My heart pounded my throat constricted. It was difficult to speak. 64. Hopping out, I look my handsaw (the only saw I owned) and knelt and sawed feverishly, my wife idling by in the car, ready to go at a moment's notice. I cocked an ear of any passing traffic. 65. My head was flooded with thoughts and I closed my eyes, pushing back frantic images. I inhaled my surroundings, trying desperately make sense of the silent surrounding riot occuring all around me. 66. My attention was drawn to a nose. My eyes wandered, searching for the source. Something was wrong, I could sense it. My ears perked up at an obnoxious noise. It sounded like the cry of a small animal. A smile ran across my face, hiding my fear. 67. I felt panic rise in my troat. As he got out of the car, the forlorn look on his face told me that something was terribly wrong. 68. I counted my heartbeats, as my heart was thumping so loud that even those standing next to me could hear it. 69. I suddenly felt a quickbut strong jolt to my shoulder as I turned my back to her. Her powerful hands grasped me tightly and her eyes pierced mine. She had a stare that paralysed me. I jerked back and stared at her, speechless. 70. I was paralysed, my mind and body unable to function. I was so fixated on the strange apparition that I could not even breathe, let alone speak. 71. Something very creepy was happening that day in school. No one suspected anything was wrong until the sun went down and the night swallowed the sky. 72. As I started into the cold night air after my usual evening music lesson, I heard a moan. It was a low hardly noticeable sound, but beautiful and musical in its own way.The moan came from my left and I began to slowly walk toward the sound. Many moans joined the first and they subsided into a hysterical shrieking. I broke into a run and soon found the source of these horribly music sounds. 73. Sweat stung his eyes and his lungs felt as though they were about to explode. Trees began to fall around him as he races along a small warn path in the heart of the jungle. The strong vibration almost knocked him off his feet. The smell of rotting flesh filled

his nostrils as he began to gasp for fresh air. He realized that the putrid air around him was coming from the monster on his heels. Glancing over his shoulder, he let out a slight cry as he raced with renewed strength. 74. I was taking the garbage out, when suddenly everything disappeared and I could see nothing. I was absolutely black. The sun seemed to have been blotted from the sky. The stillness engulfed me. I felt fear - touchable fear. ANXIETY, APPREHENSION, FEAR(Continued) 75. I came home pretty early from school yesterday. I was expecing my mom to greet me, and ask why I was so early, but to my surprise there was no furniture in the house, and my whole family was gone. I told myself that I was just in a dream, or I might be in the wrong house. 76. I closed my eyes for a second, and found myself in a different world. A lot of things that I saw were completely bizzare, and weird. There was no sign of human life, and I wondered where I was. 77. As I walked to my next class, most of the people that I saw in the hall were in some kind of dream-like state. Their eyes were red, and it sent chills down my spine. I figured something was terribly wrong, and something bad would soon happen. 78. I was riveted to my seat when I heard screams coming from upstairs apartment. Horrified by the shrieking voice, I raced out the door and nearly took flight to get there, only to find..... 79. Closing the door after thanking the postman, I heaved the parcel into the kitchen and set it on the table. it was the size of a shoebox. I looked it over and noticed the return address label had been partially torn off. All I could see was illegible writing. Suddenly, the box rattled and emitted a low humming noise. 80. Silence filled the bleach-tinged air, and his eyes stared at me, unblinking. 81. I fell to the cold ground, blood running between the fingers of my hands, clenched over my ears. A heavy footstep rocked the ground, even as the horrible screech kept tearing the early morning mist. 82. Every bone in my body froze in terror. I couldn't get back to sleep. The eerie sounds of the night, seems to echo all around me. How am I suppose to sleep in this kind of condition? Then, something really made the hair on my back stand up. 83. Frightened beyond my wildest nightmare, I continued to run until I was out of breath and I fell on the slippery weeds, face down. I was frantic and as I tried to breathe, I told myself that this could not be happening. I tried in vain to convince myself as I picked my head up from the rain-soaked ground, only to be even more horrified at what I was about to see.

84. They came slowly out of every corner of the cemetery as they surrounded me. They were the undead, the residents of this eternal neighbourhood. Men and women, rotting skeleton-like corpses, clad in their tattered burial attire. Their lifeless, dark, cold eyes, set in their decaying faces, seemed to angrily stared at me as I managed togeton my feet. Trembling and terrified beyond belief, I looked for the exit, but they slowly moved in closer with a purpose in their zombie-like steps. I backed away as they advanced, and I fell backwards over some wildgrowing brush. Striking my head on a massive tree root, I cried out in pain, but my screams were silent. Looking up, I could see them slowly advancing, surrounding me. Sensing a last chance to escape this unspeakable horror, I summoned my legs to stand and deliver me from the certain evil that was to befall me. 85. I was awakened by the loud, intrusive sound of the alarm clock and the tugging of my wife in a effort to awaken me from a bad dream. "Come on honey, time to get up!" had never sounded sweeter and more welcomed than on this day. I sprang up and quickly realized that I had indeed returned to reality. Bathed in a profuse, cold sweat, I looked around the bedroom, appreciating every minute item about it. My heart was still racing as my wife informed me of the screams emitted from me during the journey into that nightmarish slumber. 86. I hear footsteps muffled by the bushes, slowly coming towards me. Even though I could not see him, I know he was there. My steps faltered to a stop. I slowly raised my eyes to focus on the figure standing a few yards away from me. My breath caught, I tried to swallow the lump in my troat but it felt like it was paralysed. My pulse quickened its pace against my will. 87. I tapped my foot nervously, beads of sweat running down my face. My heart was burning woth nervousness, my body trembling from fear. I looked around the classroom for support from my classmates, receiving none. 88. My stomach knotted. I felt like I was going to vomit. My body was drenched with sweat.I felt a bead of sweat roll down my armpit. I plugged my ears with my fingers, squeezed eyes closed, and put my forehead on my desk. My glasses hung from my ears as I gulped for air. 89. The candles danced delightfully, and then the storm flashed violently. I sat on my bd, reading, my guitar sitting alone, and I heard it. A twinge, a creak. The knob on the guitar turned by itself, tightening the string, by itself. And as the string broke, the lightning struck. 90. Upon reaching my doorstep, I heaved a heavy sigh of relief and plessure. At last, I have reached my long waited destination - home. My red, stick palm reached out for the doorknob. I was about to set foot onto the cold shiny tiles when I heard a soft whimper coming fro behind me.

91. When I glanced at the notice board, a chill of apprehension coursed through my body. My heart raced as I read the caption. A lump formed in my throat. CROWDED PLACES 1. The crowd in the hall had swelled and the air was getting a bit stifling. 2. The youngsters were hunched over the consoles in the video arcade, frantically working their fingers to beat the electronic machines and addicts forkout large sums ofmoney feeding them. 3. The canteen is crowded with jostlings pupils trying to buy their favourite food. The din is terrific as the prefects try unsuccessfully to keep the pupils in line. The boys push and shove as hunger is a very powerful force. CROWDED PLACE (Continued) 4. I could hardly believe myself when I saw respectable-looking adults involved in what look like a goldrush. They were literally tearing all the clothes on sale. No quarter were given or asked. It was sheer madness. Manners, courtesy and shyness were thrown aside as they grabbed at the dirt-cheap clothes. 5. Ishak was strolling leisurely along the street. Some street pedlars had displayed their wares on the pavement. Ishak spotted some attractive trinkets and rings. He bent down to examine them. The pavement was crowded with pedestrians. Ishak felt someone brush against him. He turned around and saw a long-haired boy disappearing into the crowd. He thought nothing of it at that time. Later, when he felt into his trouser pocket for his wallet, it was not there. 6. The whole area was a sea of devotees and spectators who had come from all over the country. Their colourful clothes added to the air of festivity around us. The crowd was milling around the base of the limestone cliffs. Thousands of people inched their way up the steps which led to the caves. Clutching my father's hand tightly, I squeezed my way through the crowd. My mother followed closely behind. When we reached the huge cavern, some devotees carrying gaily decorated "kavadis" entered. The crowd pressed back to make way for them. I stumbled backwards and lost my holdon my father's hand. I tried to make my way towards my parents but the surging crowd carried me further and further away from them. I soon realised I was lost in this sea of people. I searched in vain for them until I was tired and footsore. 7. Gradually the crowd peters out and soon the bells goes signalling the beginning of the rest of the lessons. The students trudge wearily to their classes and some stall for as long as possible before moving. Like worker ants they make their way to the classrooms. Like soldier ants, the prefects move to the opposite way to the canteen, they have to eat too, whatever is left.

8. We crawled inch by inch forward. Obviously, we were not going to reach our destination on time. He thumped the wheel impatiently, muttering curses under his breath. There was nothing we could do except hope that the traffic cleared soon.

DEATH 1. She succumbed to lung and breast cancer after a protracted illness. To think of her is to think thoughts mingled now with sadness and joy. The sadness is real because the pain in her passing is real. Yet the joy is real as it reflects a life lived fully. To think of her is like thinking of a powerful force of nature; for her live was as wild and wonderful as her rage. This dear sister had a profound love for people - poor people, black people, anyone who rebelled against injustice. She simply loved real people. But phoies beware! She could read you like a script and blast you with the heat of the summer sun. And like the force of nature, her great and terrible gifts left many of us in awe and wonder. 2. She passed away in June, after along battle with lung cancer. Although she has left world physically, she continues to live on in the hearts of those who know her. 3. Our loss is monumental but it pales to the loss of her beloved husband and companion. To see those two together was to witness one of the greatest love matches of our time. Yet, although there is sadness, there is still joy to have known her, to have shared laughter with her. To have felt her great spirit is to have shared the joy of her being. It is that joy that we celebrate. It is that joy that we remember. It is that joy that will remain in the heart of each of us as long as life lives. 4. During our sojourn together we encountered both good timesand rough times, harmony and friction, joys and sorrows - but through it all I never had a moment's doubt that she had the oppressed people's best interest at heart. 5. Death is never easy to deal with. And death is something that you cannot help. If anyone close to you is ever on his death bed, you should not expect everything to b good and everything to turn out just like it does in the movies. Chances are everything won'tturn out and you will end up having a lot of hurt and a lot of resentment from being naive like I was. Death is an irreversible event and it is better to adjust your life accordingly and live on, instead of being miserable for the rest of your life. 6. Although, their deaths filled my heart with enormous sadness, I was able to rationalize their passing because they all died after living full lives. 7. When I was forced to deal with the death of a close friend, it had a much more profound affect on me. Her death turned my world upside down and changed my life termendously. The remembrance of her life will continue to affect my personal as well as my self-identity for a lifetime.

8. When death occurs it comes with shock, pain and perhaps a sense of betrayal. Knowing about death is not the same as experiencing first hand the loss of a loved one. Whether death as sudden as a car accident, nobody can prepare you for the true ramifications taht someone's death will have on the surviving. 9. She had lived a long and fruitful life and is now ready to rejoin her husband. She was going to die. We had just watched her go through another episode of convulsions and did not think she had any more energy when she rolled towards me, raised the corners of her mouth in an attempt to smile and stretched out her hand for me to hold. 10. Every life is a gift and every love a joy. Death seems to take it all away. Yet not everything is lost. That love can continue to live through the act of remembrance. 11. Close to death encounters makes you realize how precious life really is and why the people around you should never be taken for granted. 12. It is not a matter of letting go of the past or forgetting; it is a matter of accepting and moving on. The act of dying is one of the acts of life. DESCRIPTION OF PEOPLE 1. When he speaks, the words come out like the staccato of a machine-gun. When he is excited, and that is not uncommon, the speed at which his words spew out, would put any M16 to shame. We just cover our faces with our hands to avoid the spray of his high speed saliva. 2. My Mathematics teacher is absent-minded. He teaches a number of classes and usually goes to the wrong class before finding out which class he should have gone. Oftens he opens his book at a wrong page. When the class point out the error, he apologises by explaining that he mistook the class for another. 3. He is hardly forgetful as far as his work is concerned. He marks our exercise books with the utmost care and is extremely punctual in returning them to us. Whatever problems we take to him, he can solve them at a glance. He explains panstakingly and appears to understand out difficulties and shortcomings better than we do. 4. He is every inch a gentlemen and is more generous than anything else. All his pupils have easy access to him in their guidence in their studies. Those who feel shy of approaching him will be scolded and chastised for not availing themselves of his help. He has financially help many a bright and needy pupil of his. 5. He is never heard of shouting at his pupils nor does he ever report any of them to the principal. He has a knack of passing witty remarks at the cost of the offenders that they dare not to do anything to attract his notice.

6. The beggar stations himself at his usual corner, places an old newspaper on the floor and sits down it. He then holds out a battered old tin cup in his scrawny hands and beseeches every passer-by to give him some money. 7. Our mathematics teacher was a hefty six-foot muscleman. The very sight of this nononsense Hercules made us pay attention in class. One could say that there was the proverbial "pin-drop silence" whenever he was in class. Needless to say we did very well in mathematics. We simply had to as it was better than being the target for him to exercise his muscles on. 8. Our English teacher exudes an air of strictness that would put an army sergeant to shame. We could not fool around with her. She had a way with words that would make anyone feel small. Her command of the English Language was astonishing and impeccable. To argue with her was to get barrage of words that we had no reply for. So to avoid being stung by this waspish lady we usually did as told. 9. She is about seventy years old. Her hair is white and she knots it untidily at the nape of her neck. Her face is creased with wrinkles. A pair of heavy gold earrings, her only jewellery hang loosely from her ears. 10. Her cheeks are sunken and when she speaks ahe revealed her toothless gums. A tattered sari is draped carelessly around her thin, undernourished body. Years of toil and worry have bent her shoulders and given her a slow shuffling walk. 11. This feeble, old woman rarely accepts charity. The fierce pride is the only thing that keeps her alive. She has children with homes of their own but she will not make a burden of her children. 12. He was an old man, bent with the years. A stubble of grey hair grew on his chin. He was almost bald and the little hair that he had on his head was silvery grey. His cheeks were sunken and the skin on his face was wrinkled and rough. But his age never showed in his eyes which shone brightly all the time, like those of young men whose life was full of adventure and excitement. 13. When an intelligent guy is also hardworking, you get a combination that is almost unbeatable. This is reflected every time we have a test. There was never a time when he failed to get the highest mark. Others try to emulate him but they fail far short. 14. He is totally inept in physical matters. His under-used body isso scrawny that a boy half his age would have more strength and energy. In the long jump he gave a pathetic half-metre hop and ran across the pit. The pain on his face was evident when everyone booed him. 15. A beggar sitson the steps, arms outstretched, eyes pleading for alms. He stinks of cheap liquor.

16. He is polite, sympathetic, honest and has a good word for everybody. He has an impressive personality, and is very handsome. Throughout, he has been the best student in our class. He is not only intelligent but very industrious. Consequently, he isdoubly blessed, possessing wit and the will to use it. 17. The shoppers come in droves. Some walk past the beggar without even noticing him. Some pause to look at him with pity, disgust or revulsion. Yet some chastise him for being dirty and unwashed. He does not care a hoot what others say or think of him. 18. He lost one of his legs through an accident and from an active sportsman he was reduced to a reluctant spectator. I could see the anguish on his face as he watched others run around freely while his movements were drastically curtailed. 19. His height was disminished by nearly an inch because his one leg could hardly bear his weight. As such his remaining leg was bowed due to the extra strain on it. He had tried artificial legs but they created more problems and he had resigned himself to hobbling around on his crutches. 20. He wieghs 260 pounds and stands at merely 5 feet two inches. He looks like a ball and is so fat that his hands sort of dangled from his shoulders. He attribute his obesity to "something wrong with my glands". DESCRIPTION OF PEOPLE (Continued) 21. The moment we alighted from the bus we saw a group of pathetic-looking old people staring at us. The effect of the sight on us was immediate. Normally we were a bunch of chattering hyperactive monkeys who did not know what silence was. The ravages of time had taken their toll on them. They just stared at us with mouths agape. 22. He was about 60 years old, judging from the sparse on his head and the withered look in his hands. 23. It is always a pleasure to reminisce about the past once in a while. Nostalgia trips, if not done too often, can be quite refreshing. As I glanced at the pile of old photographs, I caught sight of some photographs of my parents just after their wedding. Compared to what their now in twenty years later, the difference is startiling. My mother now is about twice the size she was and my father now struts with a recently acquired potbelly. 24. The old nyonya woman spoke with an unintelligible brand of Hokkien and Malay. She was incredibly fussy and would sweep and wash her porch several times a day. All the time she performed her self-inflicted chores, she would mutter to herself unceasingly. Her obsession with cleanliness sometimes spilled over to us. At time dirts or some leaves from our potted plants would be blown to her porch by a breeze. This would set her off into a frenzy of verbal abuse. I could hardly make out anything she was mumbling about, but I knew she was hurling abuse at us for the teeny bite of leaves

that had littered her porch. Sometimes our patience was sorely tested but it was no point arguing with the old lady who obviously was not in her right mind. 25. The bread seller was a good-naure chap. He would always be singing a song to himself. This chubby-faced jovial guy certainly endeared himself to his customers. He presented quite a sight on his motorcycle. 26. I used to be a spoilt brat. My parents were well off and I usually got what I wanted. I had no lack of luxurious things, much to the envy of my classmates and friends. Whenever a new product came out, all I need to do was make a hint to my parents and sooner than later the new thing would be mine. 27. Next to the entrance to the shopping mall, throngs of people gathered around a very shrunken old, man. I had seen many beggars before but never took more than a cursory look at them. This one caught my attention as he had no legs. He only managed to slide along the ground with the help of his thin, feeble hands. I was deeply moved. Tears flowed out of my eyes and I had to run into my car to avoid embarrassment. 28. His crips, black hair frames a tanned, honest face.When he smiles, which is often, his eyes sparkle and dimple appear on his cheeks. He is small-built and has rather weak health but this does not stop him to be one of the most active boys in the class. 29. The three young men seemed rather nervous and excited about something. The paced up nd down, talking in low voices and frequently glancing at their watches. One was tall and aged about twenty-five. He had a thin moustache and a stubble of beard. The other two men were shorter. One was rather plump and about five feet four inches tall. There was a tatto of a snake on his left arm. The third man had longish hair. He was about twenty-three years old and had a scar on his cheek. 30. Her hair,flat and mousy, was plastered against her shrunken head. Her eyes were sunken into her head. They were dark and murky like a sour pond. Grandma's tiny frail body went almost unnoticed in the large bed. A mere skeleton of a hand reached towards me and patted the bed. When I went to her, she allowed me to sit on the edge of the bed. I took her weak dry hand, which was light as a feather,in mine. She had an oxygen tube snaking from her nose. 31. Atop her round chubby face bounces a mass of white curls. The curls flow freely with her every move. Her cheeks glow bright pink against her pale skin. Her lips pucker and sink into her mouth because she won't wear her false teeth. 32. My mother's refusal to give up has taught me immensely about accepting the responsibility of my own life. Obviously I will face adversity and will struggle, but that is what life is about. As I continue learning, my mother's influence is still a powerful force in my development. Her honest and ethusiastic approach to life's twists and turns offers fresh insights to handle both success and failure.

33. She sang the lead vocals and had a crystal clear voice. She carved out every word carefully before letting them fall. 34. So there he was, leaning casually against the pillar, when a pretty young girl of about twenty swept into the waiting area. She had long brown hair and high, taut cheekbones, and was dressed in a flowing electric blue dress. Her necklace and numerous bracelets on her wrist told him that she is rich. He eyed her handbag greedily. 35. He is a person with boundless energy and single-minded drive. He is a fishmonger but bemoans the fact that he is still a retailer. He aspires to be a wholesaler so that he can earn more money. His stall is always crowded with buyers. Coupled with smooth tongue and an ever-smiling face, it is no wonder that his natural charm seems to have a hypnotic effect on the buyers. 36. She was an old greying lady, clads in togs from a byygone era. Her hands were old and frail, and her eyes had lost their youthful glimmer. She shuffled around the store, pottering around unceasingly. 37. When I met her, I expected her to be overdressed and desperately trying to mask the ravages of time. But there were no scary make-ups, no hair spray and no high heels. The mess of hais is pulled back. The toothy grin had lost a little of its sparkle. 38. A breeze brushed past, teasing the thin strands of her shoulder-length hair. DESCRIPTION OF PEOPLE (Continued) 39. If life is a journey, then surely the milestones along the way are the people we encounter who have an impact on us. I have had so many of these milestones along the way who have left their indelible marks on my life. Like oases in the desert, they have refreshed me, comforted me and help me discover myself. 40. He is so down-to-earth, there is no pretension about him and he can't stand hypocrisy of any sort. It never ceases to amaze me how he can see right through th masks I wear. His streetwise wisdom strips off all the layers ofmy soul, leaving it open to scrunity. 41. My relationship with him has been one of the more dependable ones in my life because I trust him implicitly. There is nohanky-panky with this man and no ulterior motives - that's what makes it so comfortable. He has been a true friend in my times of need. 42. Mike is no paragon. He is neither sinner nor saint; he is a bit of both. He does not hide his weaknesses, neither does he boast of his strengths, that is what makes him so refreshing and what he says so acceptable. We have had out fair share of squabbles and we have hurt each other now and then,but we have always made up because a friendship like ours is worth fighthing for.

43. I remember her aas the prettiest girl in campus. No, pretty is not the right word. She was unbearably beautiful. She had a long whip of coal-coloured hair, so black that it seemed nearly blue. Her skin was cream-white, her dark sooty lashes, surrounding huge round eyes.

44. My daughter was born at a time when CD-ROMS were flooding the market. Besides browsing in the library in her leisure hours, she also started reading stories back to us with full intonation, just the way she heard the animated characters say it in the CDROMS. 45. People had advised her to remarry for the childrens sake. But she refused. She treated her children as her only assets and the most important thing; she loved her husband and her children too. She hope to fulfill her husbands wish of not letting his children starve and aducate them as soon as possible. She invested all her dreams and hopes in these four children and never asked to be repaired. She never prayed for riches and fame; she only hoped they would always be healthy and live comfortably. 46. We have all heard stories of mothers who had undergone untold suffering to bring up their children. Of course, during Mothers Day, all this stories are unearthed and these special mothers are given awards for being model mothers. Often, if not always, the story will be about some poor women whose husband either died or abandoned her with a cartload children. Hence the poor woman is forced to eke out a living doing menial jobs. 47. A man walked in with a young girl. He himself, was an old fossil, a worn out playboy who had enjoyed a lifetime of drinks and fatty foods that would surely lead to a coronary bypass. His batik shirt stretched across his jumbo paunch, while the pants huge low, allowing several spare tyres to make their escape and produced and overhanging belly. In fact the only thing, stopping those tyres from sttling down on his knees was the belt holding them up. He held the young girl in an almost vice-like grip around the waist, as if he feared she might sprint off like a SUKOM athlete. 48. My mother was a mum in every sense of the word. Along with my father, she fed us, clothed us, imparted us with good values, and most of all she brought us up to be good human beings. 49. My mum and I dont behave or talk like sisters, not do we bicker constantly. We talk, we laugh, but most of all we got along. My mum never walloped me, abandoned me nor did she ever embarrass me. In fact, shes the type of mum most people want. 50. While Fathers Day may not be celebrated with the same gusto as Mothers Day, it is important to acknowledge the part your dad has played in your life. My father reminds me of Chartered Bank big strong and friendly. And like a bank, he was forever encouraging us to save for a rainy day. Even when the economy was robust, my father was big on savings because he knew that the future was never certain and there would

be a time when we would eventually have to fall back to our savings. He often encouraged us to excel in whatever we did and is always available to listen to our problems. Not many fathers communicate with their children effectively. At least my father listens when we whine endlessly about how unfair life is. 51. In many ways my father spoilt us. He bribed us to do well in exams by promising to buy us the stuff we wanted if we did well. He never walloped us, and yelled only when necessary. Most of the time he contented himself by being there for us and trying to be the best dad he could possibly be. 52. My friend lost her father when he was 56. He had high blood pressure, but savoured being a happy-hours junkie, and a two-pack smoker till the day he keeled over and died. His doctor had cautioned him many times to dry up and wilt the wicked weed. But like many others who hide from the truth, the father always compared himself to those who indulge in all kinds of debaucherry, and still have long lives. So much for escapism. The truth always hurts. 53. He was a promising student, he was expected to score a least five distinctions. Seven would be a better bet. Then one day, he got hold of marijuana. Not realising the potential effect it could have, he mixed it with the nicotine in his cigarette. Smoking it made him relax, daydream and lose all sense of time. He was easily hooked. Later he graduated to a stronger drug called heroin. 54. He threw a slight, suspicious glance at me. His sweaty-moist face is as pink as a ham, his breath shallow, and his great belly lops out over his belt and the top of his jeans. His eyes are red-rimmed and tired. DESCRIPTION OF PEOPLE (Continued) 55. Of all the adjectives to flood your mind when she walks into the room, stunning must surely be on top of the list. She exudes confidence and easily lights up the room. It is not hard to understand why the judges unanimously voted her Miss World at the beauty peagent. The leggy beauty won the crown because her poise and vivaciousness stand out in a pool of candidates who fumbled with their speeches, or otherwise made mistakes during the crucial final round. She kept her cool and recited a verse from WB Yeats: In dreams begin responsibilities... and expressed a desire to help fulfil the dream of others. 56. Our training officer was a hefty, burly, muscular 1.67m bloke with a very loud and thunderous voice that could be heard a mile away whenever we incurred his displeasure by coming late for practice. It happened to me one day when I was just a minute late to fall in line with the others for his inspection. He came straight up to me and bellowed with his thundering and ear-splitting voice, this very sarcastic, knifecutting and outrages military-style language of swearing: Look here. You outright darn dim-witted, dumb fellow! Let me tell you that I dont give hoots and couldnt care-the-less if you had not even 40 winks last night but let me bloody tell you at this moment that when you are on parade, you are to be here on the dot. Although that

incident occured a long time ago, but to this day, I can still remember vividly as though it was only yesterday. This tongue-lashing had since ingrained in me the important lesson about punctuality till today.

57. My mother thought me some valuable lessons during my growing years. On of them was on how I should behave when I visited the homes of others. My mother told me I should at all times be polite and grateful for the hospitality shown to me. Even if all I received was a glass of cold water for refreshment, I was taught to thank my host before leaving. Under no circumtances was I to insult them in any way by making critical remarkes about the food, decor, of comforts offered to me, no matter how appealing they may have been. I was not even allowed to comment on the way they brought up their children, even if the presky brats were driving me up the wall. 58. My mum is a strong woman. Nothing is impossible may be tha maxime that helped her through the difficult days. She always uphold her principles and never gives up on any baffling problems. She has overcome a lot of difficulties with her persistence in the past. She lost her husband in the 30s; he had left her with three children and an eleven-day old baby. She could not attend her husbands funeral because she was still in confinement. It is terrible to lose you loved one but it is even worse when you dont get a chance to have a last meeting with him. 59. Her warmth, her humour, her kindness were like ray of lights beaming into the stark ugly visiting room. She was down to earth, intelligent and brimming with energy. The more I came to know her, the more I admired her. 60. This time my little brother used his always-win strategy. He blinked his eyes fast and sniffed. With a deep breath he opened his mouth wide and began his artifial cry. 61. My dad continued his harsh murmuring while leaving. Unintentionally, I took a look at my dads face. It was strict, angry, cold and harsh. Why did he face me with such an expression? His serious look and frightening eyes were blaming me as if I had cheated in exams, stolen in a shop, been caught by the police or even murdered somebody. 62. The young lady was of average height and thin with cheerful blue eyes and delicate blond curls framing a charming pixie like face. 63. The man had dark, brown hair, entrancing brown eyes, and a round, cleanly shaven, face. A man whose overall appearance made him seem the pinnacle of trustworthiness. 64. He is a tall, pot-bellied man with a long curly black hair and a long busy beard of the same colour. His clear grey eyes are filled with sadness and pain. 65. She has medium length, dark brown, curly hair and brown sparkling eyes which make you melt when she looks at you. She is very tall and quite slim but her appearance isnt important to me because it is her inside which is special; her warm, big heart and her ability to cheer anyone up. 66. She has lovely green eyes with a touch of hazel in them. Her smile makes you feel warm and comfortable, and her dimples make her look for all the world like a Victorian doll.

67. If I am stuck, my friend will show me how to do it and, if I am upset, she always give me a shoulder to cry on. She always encourages me to do my best and cheers on me. We have lots of secrets but we keep them hidden away, like a chestbox with a key in it.

68. The person that I am going to write about has short brown curly hair and bright brown eyes which sparkle when she is happy. Her face is very pretty and her smile can break hearts. Her teeth are pearly white and sparkle in the sun. I have never seen jer down and, no matter what happens, she always haas the magical smile. Her face lights up when she sees you and her eyes narrow when she is mad. I have never seen her put her needs before anyone elses and she always make life fun. Her laugh fills people with hope and joy and echoes round and round. 69. She thinks she weighs a lot but I say she is huggable. The way she throws open her arms and clasps them round you and squeezes you till you firget all your troubles is nice. You can tell this person anything and trust her with your life. 70. She was also a good listener who made me feel my comments were of importance, and a confidante who could always be trusted. 71. She wore a shimmering pink gown and four-inch heels her platinum blonde hair was done up in a French Twist. I broke into a heavy sweat when she approached me. DESCRIPTION OF PEOPLE(Continued) 72. I was entering a building for a meeting when an old man on a rickety bicycle knocked me down. Worry was written all over his face as he apologised profusely. His shabby clothes told me that he was an odd job worker transporting goods from one side of a town to another for a town. 73. He had a gaunt, almost skeletal appearance. He could not walk, could not gesture with his arms and could not move enough air with his lungs to utter even a single word aloud. My words did not register and he stared off blankly. 74. His skin was pale and dry, wrinkled by the everyday punishment of the deteriorating surroundings. Few strands of greyish white hair lined his almost bald, dandruff infested scalp. Looking at him with his characteristic limp, slouched posture and bulging belly one might thunk him an extremely unatheletic person. 75. When I looked into her soft, blue eyes, I was completely under her spell. 76. His face hardly showed the years of worry and stress, but his white bushy eyebrows and growing second chin showed his old age. His smile greeted me. As I drew close to him, his aging arms reached out and wrapped around my body pulling me into a warm, loving hug. 77. She had kind sympathetic eyes, which would look up at me periodically, and seemed to feel every word I spoke. 78. She had tubes in her nose. Her head was bandaged heavily, her arms in casts and her neck in a brace. She had a long cut along her right cheekbone. 79. He spoke in his usual emphatic, animated manner.

80. On the inside, he was just a regular kid. He liked to hang otu, play video games, and see movies. But on the outside, he wasnt so normal. He had been diagnosed with muscular dystrophy at age seven and a year later had been confined a wheelchair. 81. Whenever he wheeled himself down the halls at school he would hear snickers and stifled laughs from his classmates. He knew that they were commenting on the sicky look of his limbs and his pale, bruised face. 82. A young man was struggling hard on a dirt road to keep up his pace on a very hot day. He looked like he had not taken bath for a long time. From the look of his dirty, tattered clothes and his bare feet, one could say that he was a homeless person. He pressed on with a heavy breathing and occasionally stopped to wipe the sweat off his forehead. Little droplets of sweat drizzled down the sides of his tanned face. 83. Her facial features were very soft, yet if you met her once, you would never forget her name. She also had the deepest green eyes that would sparkle so bright when she flashed her pearly whote teeth, she would light up an entire room. Everywhere she was, there would be laughter, smiles and happiness spreading out like some sort of delightful virus. 84. She seemed to know everything. Anytime I had perplexing question I knew she would know what to tell me. Her wisdom spanned several subjects. Everything from the textbook things they wabted me to learn in school, to the life lessons that there are no textbooks for. She taught me by example. She showed me that it was just a waste of my time and energy getting mad, upset, angry or so irate that I allowed myself to be controlled by my emotions. She was always calm, patient and even-tempered when faced with people who were less than pleasant to be around. I learned from watching her deal with people taht being nice never fails. 85. He would take a few wobbly steps, then fall. To my surprise, there were no alligator tears or red blushing cheeks. He would look up at me with a determined grin on his face, and get up and do it again. No ego to stop him and no pride was hurt. 86. My mom is a petite lady whose mouth never turns upward into a smile. Her hair is a dull brown with the slightest wave. Her glasses are carefully perched on her nose woth her piercing brown eyes looking out for them. 87. I noticed an old man was staring at us. The strange thing was that he looked at us with a straight face and eyes that gave me the creeps. I noticed he didnt even blink his eyes once. After a while, that old man smiled at me, and to my horror, his face slowly changed! Then, there it was, a gory looking thing, with sharp fangs on his mouth and blood all over his face. I was petrified but I was still staring at him. I could ni move a muscle and I just sat there numbed. The old man then slowly stood up and walked towards me. However, he disappeared into thin air after a few steps. 88. It wasnt his face that had attracted her to him that day she saw himaccross the cafeteria. The guy was dripping with confidence; it showed up in the way he moved. It set him apart from the other students in the room. There were something else she liked that she couldnt quite put her finger on. Something that was almost eerie, yet alluring. 89. He was in his mid-thirties, with straight, greasy brown hair and a sallow complexion. He also had sunken cheeks and a hooked nose which made him look rather frightening. He was always wearing torn jeans, and a scarf around his neck.

90. We met by chance, and circumtance had us spend lots of time together. He never did anything special or out of the ordinary. He never did anything special or out of the ordinary. We met and we talked, about whatever crossed our minds at that moment. Yet, however mundane the topic, there was something inspirational about the way he talked. Or maybe it was the way he listened. He knows what he loves. He knows what he wants to do with his life. When he talks about these things, his eyes brightens and his voice picks up a rhythm. It makes the beating of my heart skip along to it. DESCRIPTION OF PEOPLE(Continued) 91. When I am woth him, I feel that I am special. I feel that nothing in this world beyond my capabilities. He listens to what I have to say, as if ie were of utmost importance. It might be something about the way he holds himself; the way he tilts his neck as if in deep thought. He always has a half-smile across his face, and he rests his eyes intently on mine. I might have found that unnerving, but his eyes are soothing. They command peace. With his gaze on me, I find myself yearning to be the image he sees a simple girl with a vibrant soul. 92. I looked into his dark eyes. I saw no evidence of tears, but still I knew he was crying. The years of physical and mental abuse had taken a toll. He had numerous scars on his body. He was painfully thin, so gaunt that he appeared to be all hands and feet. His muscles were wasted and I could see skin covered bones protruding. It was very apparent that he had endured a great deal of agony in his short life. 93. She had got up and taken her shoes and stockings off and was wading in the shallow pools of swirling water. As I watched her longingly, my soul was nearly exploding. She was like a sea-bird that had just alighted as she stepped gracefully among the rocks and the swirling rivulets of water. Her skirts were pulled up above her knees, to avoid the spray of water that was dancing around her feet. Her leg were bronze and smooth and the tiny droplets of water glistened like diamonds on her skin. Her hair was blowing carelessly in the warm breeze as it fell here and there around her bare shoulders. I watched her for a few minutes but I couldnt see her face. I got up and began to walk towards her and as I did, she turned her head around slowly. As the setting sun splashed across her face, I could see that she was without a doubt the most beautiful girl that I had ever seen. 94. The girl singing that song had the sexiest and most wonderful voice this side of heaven. No.... she must have come down directly from heaven, on loan from God to the recording studio, because no human being on earth could possess a voice like that. It made me ache in wonderful places. 95. Her veil hung back away from her face, and her white dress was tight enough to show that she had a perfect figure. She was every bit as beautiful as her voice had promised. Her mouth was slightly open in a smile, and her lips looked like soft, tiny pillows. 96. The kid was staring at me, open-mouthed, snotty-nosed, tears coursing down his face leaving tracks on his dirty cheeks, looking in my eyes. 97. He was watching me with an ugly grin; satisfaction glinted in his eyes. I wanted to wipe that leer off his face with a burst from my M-16

98. I could tell from her low-hanging belly and teats that she was nursing young ones. Her ribs protruded from lack of food. The fear and desperation that shone in her eyes stabbed me through.

99. He talks about honour and justice with utter sincerity. This idealism stems from the hardships of his childhood. Penniless, the family lived on the streets for a year after their wooden shack was destroyed in a fire. His father wrestled with tuberculosis for ten years. His mother became a manual labourer to feed the family. I saw many tragedies and violence, he recounts. I was lucky to survive. 100. These gutsy young women are equally witty, fun-loving, funny, talented and spontaneous. They are beauties with brains a rare combination in local talents. Their sudden fame has not changed them in the least. Glamour is an alien word to them. They are still modest, humble and pretty much their usual selves. What really impressed one on first meeting with them is their air of confidence. They may be cool but they react with compassion in expressing their opinions. 101. Yuen cracks the jokes. Rafidah joins in with her candid conversations and Azah joins in the laughter with her smart repartee. They are forever bursting with new ideas and there has never been a dull moment when they are around. 102. The girls do get a few proposals online, not to mention secret admirers. However, they can manage all the adulation in their own stride. Its just part of the glamour game, quipped Yuen cheekily. DESCRIBING PLACES 1. Type of place a. Genting Highlands is one of the 3 main hill resorts in the country. b. Pangkor Island is a popular island in Perak. c. Malacca is a show place for Malaysias historical past. d. Port Dickson is a popular beach resort in Negeri Sembilan. e. Langkawi is an island steeped in legends. f. Kuala Lumpur is a shoppers paradise. g. Others: forest reserve, fast growing modern city, anglers paradise, green lungs. 2. Location a. Located on the south-east of Kuala Terengganu is the tropical island of Pulau Kapas. b. The nature park is located far from civilization. c. Nestled amidst lush tropical forests and rolling plains, this secluded hideaway is sited about 20 km south-west of Sungai Petani. d. The mall is located in the heart of the bustling commercial area. e. Located on the outskirts of town, the clubhouse is a home away from home for many of its members.

3. Distance/How to get there a. The airport is about 15km from the town. b. Pulau Kapas is only a 30-minute boat ride from the town of Marang. c. The journey from Kuala Lumpur to Penang is about a 5-hour drive along the North- South highway. d. To go to Pulau Langkawi, you can take a bus or taxi to Kuala Perlis and from there by express ferry. e. The park is just a breath away from here.