Wednesday, 29 February 2012

Lawas District Literature Workshop 2012

Lawas District Literature Workshop
SMK Trusan, Lawas
27th -29th February 2012

        The workshop was a success. Everyone enjoyed the workshop[I hope???...hehehe]. I have done my best to impart what I knew and gained from the previous lite workshop in Miri for Sarawak, Sabah and Labuan Zone. Everyone was very sporting especially Mr. Sapri, a young gentleman from SMK Sundar. Not forgotten another pretty but witty young lady, Miss Wirawati of SMK Merapok. The two of them have made the three days exciting and hilarious. There were 13 course participants consisted of Form Three teachers and English Head Panels. The venue and food are provided by SMK Trusan. A big HUG to the Principal of SMK Trusan for willingly providing the venue and the food for three days....[blushing]. The course participants have came out with a few lesson plans and activities that are suitable for the students in Lawas District. The workshop has worked wonders too. I have carried out three workshops for Lawas District in three consecutive years. Miss Liaw Pei Ting has bloomed within this three consecutive years and I hope that she will treasure these moments when she transfers back to her home town in West Malaysia.  
Lawas District Form Three Teachers
The Most Sporting CP
Best Sketch Performance

Friday, 24 February 2012

Latest Announcement!!

My dear students and friends,
I have uploaded a few sample essays such as narrative text and also descriptive text. My dear students of SMK Lawas, please read and try to get ideas from the sample essays on how to write narrative and descriptive text. "Practice Makes Perfect"



            I love badminton. I play it as often as I can and with as many different opponents as I can find. With my group of badminton-crazy friends we have formed a team called “The Young Terrors”. We were suppose to strike terror in the hearts of our opponents whenever we play a match. Sometimes we succeed, but sometimes it is we who get terror-stricken.
            We have a part-time coach. Actually he is a teacher who used to represent the state in his younger days. He is very good. Though I try my best to give him a fight, he always beats the living daylights out of me. Anyone of us would consider it a great thing if he manages to get five points from our coach.
            Our coach trains us on the finer points of playing badminton. He also arranges friendly matches for us. It is during one of these friendly matches that I became a badminton casualty. It was a most unfortunate accident but I learned a valuable lesson from it.
            We were all geared up and ready on the lovely Saturday evening at seven. The match was to be played away on our opponent’s flood-lit outdoor court. When we arrived at the venue, we were impressed by the quality of the cement court. It was indeed a good place to play the game provided the weather permits.
            I was supposed to play the first singles. So I went onto the court to warm up with one of my teammates. We had some lively exchanges. I felt wonderfully fit and ready. During one of the short exchanges near the net, I made the mistake of lifting the bird up too high. My friend immediately slammed the shuttle down and as I was standing so near the net, the shuttle hit me forcefully on the right eye. I felt a stab of intense pain and clutched at my eye. For a moment I was disoriented. All I saw was blurred flashes of light that seemed to swirl all around me. I went down on my knees with my head in my hands. Teammates and opponents alike came to my aid. Everyone was very concerned.
            They hauled me onto a chair and somebody brought a towel wrapped with ice to sooth my eye. I was in considerable pain but it seemed to be lessening. After applying the cold compress for a while, the pain went away. However my vision was affected. I could not focus my injured eye. I felt awful.
            After ten minutes of waiting, our coach decided that I should not play singles. So he rearranged the draw. I was to play in the last doubles of the day. How degrading I felt. I was very upset; upset at the unfortunate accident; upset at the inability to focus my eye, upset at not being able to play singles and most of all upset at the indignity of being hit by the shuttle. How could I be so stupid as to look up near the net? The obvious thing to do was to protect one’s face by looking away. Nevertheless I sat there gloomily watching the games half-focused eyes wishing that my sight would return to normal.
            It did not anyway, not that night. It took three days before my sight became normal again. So when I took to the court for the last doubles that night, I played like a novice. I kept missing the shuttlecock. Only then I realized the importance of two eyes to judge distance and position. One eye cannot do the job adequately. We lost the last match miserably. On the whole, we lost to better opponents that night. I was one of the causes of the loss. I could have beaten the first singles player. This issue was left to the return-match where I am happy to say that I categorically trounced him and restored some pride to our team.
            From the unfortunate incident, I learned to be careful. Badminton may look soft and harmless to an onlooker. I know better. To be hit on any part of the body by a smashed shuttlecock at close quarters is a painful experience. The important thing is not being hit on the sensitive part. That will incapacitate you.  A little caution prevents a lot of pain and hurt.


            I was on my way home. On my motorcycle after exercising in the Lake Gardens when I saw thick black smoke billowing upwards some distance from me. It was twilight time and the dirty black smoke rising against the brilliant red western sky presented quite a spectacle. I knew that a fire was raging and judging by the color and the fury of the smoke, I reasoned that it was probably caused by the burning of rubber and diesel oil.
            I continued home and I noticed that the smoke was getting closer. The column of the black smoke were both magnificently and ominous. Then as I rounded a bend along the road, I saw the fire. The glow of fifty-foot flames shooting upward was blinding. I blinked my eyes to let it adjust to the sudden brightness. After a while I could see that a row of shops was on fire. A tyre shop, a welding and painting shop and two car repair shops were right in the middle of the blaze. I knew these shops well because they were only a few hundred yards away from my house, fortunately on the other side of the road.
            All traffic along the road beside the fire was halted. A policeman directed me to a side road that led to a housing estate opposite the burning shops. I rode into the side-road that led to a housing estate opposite the burning shops. I rode into the side-road and stopped to watch the fire.
            The heat was so intense that the firemen could not even approach the fire much less try to extinguish it. I could see two firemen crouched behind their fire-engine about fifty yards from the burning shops. They were desperately directing their jet of water toward a row of shop-houses just next to the fire. I could see that they were trying to keep the fire from spreading by keeping the neighboring houses wet.
            Presently more fire-engines came and the firemen set about containing the fire. They sprayed a protective ring of a water around the fire. If the fire were to spread to the other shop houses, the loss would be unimaginable. From these other shop houses I could see figures working feverishly trying to remove their belongings to a safer area. I could also see policemen trying to prevent the occupants from entering the shop houses. The dangers were obvious.
            Then came a series of explosions that rocked the neighborhood. The oxygen and the acetylene cylinders used for welding burst open spectacularly sending trails of sparks that pierced the now dark sky. The shower of sparks that followed every deafening explosion was greeted by hand clapping and shouting from a group of young boys near me. I could understand how they felt. This display of glowing red sparks would put the best New Year fireworks to shame.
            Looking at these boys I suddenly realized that there were so many people beside me. All of tem were gaping at the fire. Their faces, lit by the glow of the fire, revealed a variety of emotions. Some were crying, some were looked frightened, some indifferent and a few actually enjoying the scene.
            The fire raged unabated for almost an hour. The whole shop full of tyres was the perfect fuel. Coupled with grease and diesel from the other shops, no fore department on Earth could hope to stop the blaze. So all of us, the firemen, the policemen and the onlookers just stood there and watched, waiting for the fire to burn itself out.
            As the fire progressed, whole walls came tumbling down revealing three of four cars in one of the shops. They were blazed like the paper car that the Chinese burn for their dead ancestors. I wondered what the superstitious Chinese are going to say about this burning of real cars.
            Gradually, the fire became less intense as the fuel were burned away. The firemen turned their attention to the burning shops. I could see five or six streams of silvery water arcing pathetically into the fire. However, after fifteen minutes or so, the fire was visibly reduced in intensity. Flames still licked hungrily at various places in the burnt-out hulk of once well-stocked shops.
            Without the glow of fire, darkness reigned. Silently the onlookers disappeared from the scene. I could just make out the silhouettes of the firemen busy at their tasks. Elsewhere I could see groups of people hurrying back to their shop houses. How fortunate they had been. They certainly had a close call. As there was nothing left to see or do, I started my motorcycle and weaved my way through the thinning traffic towards home.


            How many of us can recollect our early experiences as a baby? For me, my earliest begin at about the time when I could walk. Prior to that, I cannot recall even a little bit.
            I remember walking along he gravel path hand-in-hand with my neighbour. She was a young and lovely girl with a ready smile. We used to take these walks together in the evenings. I would be all dressed up in clean clothes and tiny leather shoes. I was quite particular about my appearance then. She would take me right up to the main road where we would watch the cars speed by. Sometimes when my little legs got tired, she would carry me home in her arms.
            That was many years ago. I am not so particular about my clothes now. T-shirt and faded jeans feel more comfortable. I heard that my lady companion passed away recently. I cannot even remember how she looked like.
            How time flew past. My family used to live in a run-down area at the outskirts of town. Our house was a wooden one and it was always in need of repair. Our neighbours all live in similar wooden houses. Nobody owned a car. The most prestigious transport was a new bicycle. It was always an event to see somebody coming home in a taxi or in a trishaw. Such an event was as rare as New Year’s Day.
            It was in this environment that I spent my first five years of life. I never knew what a television set was. Sometimes I heard songs from a radio set. More often I only heard sounds emanating from the jungle behind our neighbourhood. These were the sounds of insects, birds and the occasional monkey.
            I never stepped into that jungle because there were a lot of rumours about tigers, elephants and ghosts. Looking at the eerie darkness in between the trees it was not a difficult for a four year old to believe what was being said. Furthermore the dangling vines and tiny leeches were not my idea of fun. Anyway the jungle has disappeared forever, a victim of development. So I will never be able to venture into it. I had the chance as a child. Now the chance is gone and never will return again.
            It was into this jungle that my neighbours would go hunting occasionally. I have seen monkeys, birds and squirrels being brought back. There was the time when they caught an ant-eater with thick armour plates around its body. This little creature, about a foot long had rolled itself into the tight ball. It refused to open up. Later I found out that this was the way it defended itself when in danger. However its defense is not good enough that day. It became ant-eater soup for a lucky hunter.
            We had a rattan table-cum-chairs specially made for two infants. My sister, who was a year older than me, would be placed on one chair and I on the other chair opposite her. There we would sit in precarious balance while we have our meal on the table between us. I still wonder how my mother was able to seat us both simultaneously, for it was not possible to seat one baby only on one chair and keep the balance of the whole contraption. Another baby on the opposite chair was needed for balance. I was too young to remember how she did it.
            Childhood experiences sometimes leave visible marks on our bodies for the rest of our lives. Most of these experiences were painful ones. I had a particularly painful one. It happened when I somehow got hold my brother’s scout dagger and started cutting some coconut leaves with it. I remember distinctly chopping the tip of my index finger right to the nail with it. The next thing I remember was that I was crying non-stop and my mother applied some medicine and bandaged the finger, which was nearly severed. That was many years ago. Even now when I look at the semi-circular scar line around my finger I am reminded of the experience. I learned to respect knives from that day on.
            When I was about five, my family moved to the opposite side of town where my father had acquired a business. The home we moved into was a larger one. Around it there was a huge open space, occupied by a coconut plantation on one side and a playing field on the other. In this new environment, I spent my next three years before moving on to another house in the outskirts of town, but that is another story altogether. My early childhood had ended and a new phase had begun.

My Story: Part 7



Sunday, 19 February 2012

My Story: Part 6

The month of February is a very busy month. My Enfagrow A+ Programme has started in the first week of February. I was busy with the ‘Bahas Ala Parlimen Bahasa Melayu’ too, and now busy preparing my students with the Parliamentary Debate in SMK Merapok on 22nd February 2012. After done with the debate, another hectic week for Lite Workshop for Lawas District’s teachers.  
It seemed that this year, my ‘Kelab Pidato’ members and I will be pretty busy with debates and ‘pidato’ competition. After the ‘Bahas’ Ala Parlimen’ organised by PPD Limbang, my students will have to gear up their skills for ‘Bahas Piala Ketua Menteri’ for Limbang Zone.

Friday, 17 February 2012

Enfagrow A+ Programme: Series 2 2012

18th February 2012

My Enfagrow A+ Programme had a good response from my students. 67 students came for the programme compared to the first series of the programme, only 30 students. The first series was on 4th February 2012. There was no Enfagrow A+ programme on 11th February 2012 due to school replacement. For the first and second series, I have focused on Paper 1: Section A[Graphic Stimulus]. It is more on the techniques in answering and tackling Section A. I'm using the 'word-distinguishing' technique. Some would named it as 'key-word' technique or word clue technique.




            One evening when the sun was about to set, my mother asked me to go and buy some onions and salt from the nearby sundry shop. The shop is run by Samy, a jovial middle aged Indian man with a huge pot belly. His wife and two young children, a boy and a girl, help him in running the shop. It was almost completely dark when I reached the shop. Samy had switched on the light in his small but adequately stocked shop. He was alone at the time and I was the only customer. Samy greeted me with a huge smile. I always wanted to ask him how he kept his teeth so sparkling white but I was afraid to ask. Anyway, I told him what I wanted to buy and he went about getting the things for me.
            Next door to Samy’s shop is a coffee shoprun by another Indian man. It was still open at the time. From the coffee shop emerged two men. They came into Samy’s shop and I could smell the overpowering smell of beer coming from these two men. But of them were young but from the way they half-walked half-staggered into the shop, it was obvious they had a bit too much too drink. I kept a safe distance between me and these men. It is never a good idea to be near drunks. One never knows what they will do next.
            True enough, my caution was justified, for the next moment, without any warning, one of the men swept a pile of tinned goods from a table onto the floor. In a second, the neat rows were reduced to utter chaos. The man who did it roared out in laughter. I could see Samy’s anger rising. He raised his voice. As if in reply to his retort, the two men started shouting obscenities at him. Then suddenly, a knife appeared in one of the men’s hand. The man that held the knife was small and wiry and judging from the muscles in his hand I had no doubt he was very strong.
            The knife-man lunged and in a flash he had the point of his knife at Samy’s throat. Samy froze and his face paled.
            I was so overwhelmed by the suddenness of the event that the next thing I know that I could not move my hand, nor the other parts of my body. I was held in a vise-like grip by the other man. I did not even see him coming. I struggled but all I could do was to make the grip tighten more. It became difficult to breathe.
            I heard a lot of shouting and I could see the knife-man slapping Samy. Reluctantly Samy opened the drawer where he kept his cash and the knife-man leaned over and a grab for the cash. That was the mistake he made. For a fleeting moment, he knife was forgotten and in that short moment, Samy seized his chance. Samy’s huge right hand came down hard over the back of the leaning man’s head. The force of the blow carried the man’s head right down hard onto the table. There was a sickening thud when his face met the table. The knife-man’s head rebounded like a rubber ball from the table and I could see blood all over his face. He was badly hurt. The knife dropped from the lifeless hands onto the floor.
            Moving with suprising speed, Samy grabbed a bottle of tomato ketchup from the shelf and broke it over the man’s head. Red tomato ketchup splattered all over the place. I could not distinguish how much of the red stuff on the man’s face was his own blood, or tomato ketchup. Slowly he sank to the floor and lay still.
            I struggled to get loose. It felt so easy. Ten I realized that hands no longer held me. I turned around and saw the dark figure of the man running out of the shop and disappeared into the semidarkness. I was about to go in pursuit but Samy stop me. He said it was useless pursuing someone in the dark. Moreover, the man could be armed and dangerous.
            Ten minutes later, the shop was filled with curious people all wanting to know what happened. The knife-man was herded into the police car. Samy and I had give our statements to the police.
            When I arrived home half an hour later, my mother was waiting impatiently for me. She was about to lecture me about being so slow in getting a few things but she stopped and listened dumbfounded while I related the events to her. When I finished she smiled and said that she was glad I was not injured.

Report Writing


Read the example of a report about a club’s activities which can be used as a parallel writing


Report of English Language Club Activities for the year

     For  the first half of the year, the English Language was involved in many activities. All the members worked hard to make the activities a success.
     In January, the club members decided to sell old books and magazines to raise funds. It was a great achievement and we collected Rm200. For the month of February, we organized a singing competition for all the students. It was a huge success. Students were heard singing English songs every day.
     In March, we had our English Language Month. Many competitions were held, for example, Scrabble competition, Spelling bee, Win lose or draw, Essay writing, Quiz, Treasure hunt and Story telling competition. Students participated keenly in all the competitions carried out.
     The club organized an educational tour to the ‘Borneo Post’ printing office in May. It was a very informative visit.
     A recycling campaign was carried out in June. The club members collected old newspapers, plastic bottles and aluminium cans to be recycled. The club managed to make Rm350 from this campaign.
     For the second half of the year, not many activities were held. This was mainly due to the fact that examinations were fast approaching and the club members were doing their revision.
     The  club members were pleased that the activities planned were carried out smoothly and would like to thank their Principal and the Teacher advisor for their guidance and support.

Report written by :
Chang Mei Mei
The English Language Club



General opening

Details of activity
(purpose of activity)

Details of activity

Details of activity
(purpose of visit)

Details of activity

Details of activity

-what was achieved
-thank people who

Position in club

Paper 2: UPSR

UPSR: English Paper 2: Section B – Question 2 (b



 1.   Place / Venue/ Location

 I can go there easily.
 It is near my house.
 I can go there at anytime.
 It is a nice / beautiful place.

 2.   Society

 It is very enjoyable.
 It is very useful and has a lot of benefits.
 I can gain more knowledge.
 I can improve my vocabulary.
 I can widen my knowledge.
 I shall be more confident of myself.
 I can get a lot of new friends.
 I can do something beneficial during my free time.
 I shall be able to know more about new things.
 It gives me a pleasant feeling.
 It teaches me to independent / confident.
 My parents always encourage me.

 3.  Price / Fee / Fare / Rent

 It is reasonable and affordable.
 I can save my money for other expenses.
 It is a reasonable price and I think I can afford it.
 It is also worth buying.
 The price is low and reasonable.
 I can afford to pay for it / buy it.
 It is cheaper than the others.

 4.  Free gift / Discount / Offer / Souvenir

 It is attractive offer.
 I can save my pocket money.
 I do not have to buy it anymore.
 I don’t have to spend more.

 5.  Food / Drinks / Menu / Dishes / Meal

 It is delicious and appetizing.
 It is nutritious, tasty and appetizing.
 It is my favourite food / drinks.
 It is good for my health.

 6.  Transport

 It is comfortable / convenient.
 I can relax myself during a journey.
 It is an economical way of travelling.
 It is suitable for a long journey.
 It is fast and I won’t feel bored.
 I can enjoy watching the beautiful scenery along     the journey.

 7.  Facility

 I can enjoy them.
 I can use them.

 It is comfortable and convenient.

 8.  Date / Time / Duration

 I am free at that time.
 It takes a shorter / longer time to finish it.
 I would not feel bored.
 The time is enough for me to spend it there.

 9.  Colour / Fashion / Pattern /  Design

 It is beautiful / attractive / eye-catching.
 It is my favourite colour / design.
 It suits me.
 It is the latest fashion / pattern / design.

 10.  Occupation

 I can earn money for living.
 It teaches me to be responsible / independent.
 I will commit to my job.
 I can support my family / parents.

 11.  Pen-pal

 We can exchange ideas.
 We can share the same hobby / ideas / interest.
 I can learn many new things from her / him.
 I shall be able to know more about his / her country.
 I have a chance to visit him / her country one day.

 12.  Pets

 It is cute.
 It is easy to look after / to take care / to manage.
 It is easy to feed.
 I can play with it.
 It can be a great company to me.
 It can help to look after the house.

13.  Material

It is cool and comfortable.
 It is long-lasting.
 It is worth it to buy.
 I can wear it for a long time.

 14.  Finally / Lastly

 I am sure I have made the best choice.
 Definitely, my choice is right.
 I hope my father / mother / brother / sister will like  my choice and appreciate it.