SPM ENGLISH ESSAY - NEWSPAPER SAMPLE HORROR ESSAY
NIGHT 'VISION'
My heart was heavy when I received the letter for my new job posting to a remote fishing village near the mouth of the Johor river. From the main town, the only access road was a muddy jungle track which passed through a number of Felda oil palm estates. My father requested the help of a Health Ministry jeep to give me a lift to the village on one of their medical rounds.
The smell of salted fish and anchovies drying under the hot sun greeted us as the vehicle entered the village. The jeep stopped at a clinic for the medical personnel's first visit and I talked to a nurse who said that her aunt could rent me a room.
The driver was kind enough to send me to my new accommodation, which was a big village house right on the beach. I grew up in a town and so this was a totally new experience for me. My room faced the sea and my head felt dizzy with the continuous sea breeze. I found out that the electricity was powered only until 7 p.m. What was I going to do after 7 p.m. with no television or light to read a book, and no fan to cool the stuffy night air?
On the first night, I couldn't sleep. All windows were closed tightly because the strong sea breeze rattled the old wooden window panes throughout the night. The silence of the darkness, the waves beating on the beach, the sound of night birds, bats and crickets, the eerie howling of the bamboo trees... they all made the night seem long. I couldn't wait for morning to come.
The day started early in this village because a majority of its people worked in an oil palm estate nearby. I could hear their voices as they cycled or walked to work from around 5 a.m. After a while, I got used to the surroundings and was more familiar with the sounds and darkness at night. At least I could sleep.
One night, I heard someone calling my landlady. It was a woman's voice, loud and clear, repeatedly calling my landlady's name. I waited for her to wake up but there was only silence. Nobody else in the house responded to the caller. I thought it was already early morning and maybe it was one of the estate workers who wanted to borrow something from my landlady. So I lit the candle and walked out into the living room.
As we all know, a typical village house's living room has long windows all around it. These usually stayed closed until it was bright outside. But as I walked to the living room, I saw that all the windows were open. An old woman, in a white dress and her white hair tied in a bun, was standing at one of the windows, her arms resting on the sill, looking outside into the darkness.
It was a very clear vision, although only by candlelight. I stood still and asked her, "Who are you?" I don't know why I did not feel scared. She remained where she was, so I asked again, "Who's there? Who are you?" Slowly she moved from the window, turned and faced me, and started coming towards me.
I stretched my arm, holding the candle towards her to see her better. To my horror, she had no face and no legs below the knees. I felt a shiver down my spine. I could not move. She stood facing me and seemed to be observing me intently. She stopped about four steps away and sat down on a sofa, still facing me . She kept on looking at me and I just stared back at her. All this happened in a space of five minutes. Slowly I realised 'what' I had just met. I began to notice the strangeness of her form but she did not harm me. She just sat at the sofa.
I walked slowly backward to my room, reciting holy prayers, and trembling with fear. I looked at my watch and when I saw that it was only 2 a.m., I realised the calls for my landlady were only meant for my ears, as the others in the house did not hear anything.
The next morning, I told my landlady what had happened. She simply said that it was an old house that had been around for a few generations. Since I was a 'newcomer', perhaps 'former residents' had wanted to know me better.
That was the only time something like that happened in the three years I lived there.
#SAMPLE ESSAY THAT HAD BEEN GIVEN BY TEACHER ROZANA.
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CONTOH KARANGAN SPM BAHAGIAN B - ISU PEMERDAGANGAN MANUSIA
KES PEMERDAGANGAN MANUSIA MENJADI DURI DALAM DAGING
Pemerdagangan manusia merupakan antara isu terhangat yang menjadi topik bualan rakyat di setiap empat penjuru negara kita. Setiap zaman yang bergulir, bahtera Malaysia yang turut sama merantau di samudera dunia langsung tidak terlepas berdepan dengan cabaran-cabaran yang mendatang. Namun, semakin dekat kita dengan gerbang kemajuan 2020, ombak cabaran yang membadai semakin deras dan mengganas. Baru-baru ini, kita digemparkan dengan isu panas 'Van Putih' yang dikatakan sindiket haram yang datang dari Thailand menculik golongan muda remaja khususnya untuk menjual organ dalaman mangsa. Sudah tentu masih lagi segar dalam ingatan kita berikutan kes Nurin Jazlin, kanak-kanak yang mati dalam keadaan yang sangat menyayat hati kerana tangan-tangan durjana yang merupakan gunting makan di hujung terhadap bangsanya sendiri. Ke mana hilangnya ketamadunan dan keindahan peradaban bangsa Melayu yang menjadi kebanggaan sejak zaman-berzaman? Ke mana pula perginya generasi progresif dan madani serta bersahsiah terpuji yang akan mengambil alih tampuk pemerintahan negara? Sebagai insan yang cakna akan hal-hal yang meluputkan nama negara di pentas dunia, kita seyogianya bangkit bersama-sama menanggar amanat pejuang bangsa dan tidak seharusnya membutakan mata, memekakkan telinga dan membisukan kata. Tegal itu, semua lapisan masyarakat perlu digarap dan dikerah agar bersama-sama membanteras masalah pemerdagangan manusia.
Sudah semestinya pihak institusi kekeluargaan memainkan peranan vital dalam membanteras masalah pemerdagangan manusia. Hal ini berlaku demikian kerana, pencegahan yang paling berkesan adalah sewaktu peringkat rebung lagi kerana tatkala rebung tiada dipatah, ketika sudah aur apalah gunanya. Ibu bapa yang merupakan nakhoda kapal keluarga perlu mengambil tahu aktiviti anak-anak daripada pelbagai aspek. Pada zaman teknologi melampaui batas pemikiran manusia ini, kita tidak boleh beranggapan bahawa si anak tidak terlibat dalam apa-apa aktiviti selagi si anak hanya duduk di dalam rumah dan melayari Internet. Ibu bapa perlu menjaga tepi kain anaknya kerana walaupun anak mereka tidak bergaul dengan golongan remaja yang tidak sepatutnya, tetapi boleh jadi anak tersebut terlibat dengan aktiviti jenayah siber yang boleh mengundangnya untuk terjerumus ke dalam kancah masalah pemerdagangan manusia. Anak-anak merupakan harta kita yang paling bernilai dan tidak terbayar hatta dihulur segunung emas dan mutiara sekalipun. Ibu bapa dan anak mempunyai hubungan hati yang kuat antara satu sama lain. Oleh itu, gunakanlah kelebihan ini untuk membuat pendekatan secara individu dengan anak-anak. Meskipun pada usia yang baru setampuk jagung ini, remaja lebih cenderung untuk bergaul mesra dengan kawan-kawan berbanding ibu bapa, janganlah terus menongkat dagu dan mengeluh tanda berputus asa kerana berpantang mati sebelum ajal. Gunakan pendekatan yang bijak dan menarik agar dapat memancing perhatian anak-anak sekali gus mereka lebih cenderung untuk menjadikan ibu bapa sebagai tempat mereka menumpang bahu apabila berduka dan tempat mereka berpeluk tatkala gembira. Bertitik tolak daripada itu, kes remaja lari dari rumah juga dapat dikurangkan. Tegal itu, kes pemerdagangan manusia juga akan semakin sirna jika kurangnya remaja yang menerawang bersendirian di tengah kota untuk mencari tempat berteduh kerana lari dari rumah. Tuntasnya, ibu bapa memainkan peranan penting dalam hal ini kerana ibu bapa merupakan asas pembangunan ummah.
Pihak sekolah turut memainkan peranan utama dalam mewarnakan usaha-usaha menentang masalah pemerdagangan manusia. Seperti yang kita sudah sedia maklum bahawa pihak sekolah merupakan antara pihak yang mentarbiahkan para remaja pewaris bangsa dalam variasi aspek. Puspawarna tanggungjawab yang dijalankan oleh pihak sekolah sedikit sebanyak telah mempengaruhi peratus kenaikan dan penurunan isu gejala sosial dalam kalangan remaja di negara kita. Apakah hubung kait antara masalah pemerdagangan manusia dengan pihak sekolah? Sebagai insan yang kamil, kita telah diberikan akal untuk merenung dan membuat kajian tentang sesuatu. Mangsa-mangsa kes pemerdagangan manusia kebiasaannya ialah remaja. Tegal itu, pihak sekolah perlu menerapkan jati diri dalam kalangan murid. Bukan itu sahaja, nilai-nilai murni dan integriti yang baik seharusnya dibenihkan dalam diri murid-murid. Hal ini secara tidak langsung akan menyebabkan murid-murid menyayangi ibu bapa mereka, keluarga dan paling utama adalah diri mereka sendiri. Mereka juga akan lebih berwaspada terhadap orang yang tidak dikenali kerana di sekolah, mereka telah diberi pendedahan tentang perkara tersebut. Di samping itu, pihak sekolah boleh mengadakan pelbagai aktiviti bagi membanteras kes pemerdagangan manusia seperti membuat demonstrasi tentang cara-cara melarikan diri dan mengelak apabila berlaku insiden-insiden yang tidak sepatutnya seperti penculikan. Murid-murid juga perlu diwajibkan mengikuti ceramah perdana daripada pihak polis tentang masalah pemerdagangan manusia.. Apabila hal ini berlaku, kadar kes penculikan, pelacuran, penjualan organ dalaman dan sebagainya akan berkurang kerana para murid telah diberi pendedahan secara meluas tentang isu ini. Kesimpulannya, bukan sahaja kes pemerdagangan manusia akan dapat diatasi malahan kita juga dapat melahirkan generasi yang mempunyai jati diri yang tinggi. Pujangga Melayu ada berkalam, sekali merengkuh dayung, dua tiga pulau terdampar.
Pada zaman nano ini, pihak media massa tidak terlepas daripada menjadi enjin penggerak jentera negara. Rakyat yang lahir pada zaman pascakemerdekaan lebih cenderung untuk mengikuti berita-berita bualan semasa menerusi televisyen, surat khabar dan juga Internet. Oleh itu, pihak media massa perlu untuk turut sama membanteras isu hangat ini. Pihak media massa boleh membuat segmen khas tentang kes pemerdagangan manusia sebagai tanda bahawa peri pentingnya rakyat untuk mengetahui hal ini. Kes pemerdagangan manusia seperti menjual bayi, menjual organ dalaman, pelacuran dan dijadikan pengemis merupakan duri dalam daging yang boleh meruntuhkan peradaban negara. Sindiket-sindiket gelap tersebut lebih suka untuk memperdagangkan golongan remaja yang merupakan pemangku kepimpinan negara. Apabila ramai remaja kita yang terlibat dalam masalah ini, apakah yang akan terjadi pada masa hadapan negara? Seperti kata mutiara Imam al-Ghazali, jika kita mahu mengetahui masa hadapan sesebuah negara, lihatlah belianya pada masa ini. Sudah tentu kita tidak mahu impian Wawasan 2020 ranap ditimbusi kemelut masalah pemerdagangan manusia ini. Tegal itu, jika kita sudah tahu akan pentingnya isu ini untuk dikupas oleh orang bijak pandai negara, tidak salah untuk pihak media massa meluangkan suatu masa untuk membincangkan topik ini agar membuka minda orang ramai dari segenap lapisan masyarakat untuk bersiap siaga. Pihak media massa juga boleh membuat pendedahan tentang sindiket-sindiket haram yang merupakan punca banyaknya pengemis bertaburan di strata pelosok ibu kota. Pendedahan sindiket-sindiket ini bertujuan untuk mengelakkan kebanjiran pengemis di negara kita. Jika kita mahu berdiri sama tinggi dan duduk sama rendah dengan gergasi-gergasi ekonomi dunia yang lain seperti Jepun, Amerika Syarikat, England dan sebagainya, kita seyogianya tidak akan membiarkan hal ini terus berkudis di negara kita. Jelaslah bahawa pihak media massa tidak ketinggalan sama bergerak sederap dalam membasmi isu pemerdagangan manusia yang berlaku di negara kita. Jika kita mahu melahirkan generasi hebat, kita perlu bertindak sekarang kerana bak kata Alex Osborn, "Lampu Aladdin tidak akan bersinar sendiri tetapi Aladdin akan menggosoknya terlebih dahulu."
Sebagai menggulung hujah yang panjang lebar, jelaslah bahawa institusi kekeluargaan, pendidikan serta pihak media massa memainkan peranan penting dalam membasmi kebangkitan isu pemerdagangan manusia. Hal ini tidak bermaksud golongan dan pihak lain tidak perlu ikut serta menentang aktiviti tidak berperikemanusiaan ini. Memegang cogan kata '1 Malaysia' merupakan petanda penting perpaduan begitu diperlukan dalam menjayakan sesebuah misi dan visi kerana bersatu teguh, bercerai roboh. Bahtera Malaysia diharapkan dapat terus megah mengharungi pelbagai onak ranjau kehidupan duniawi. Kita perlulah menebalkan segala ilmu pengetahuan di dada agar dapat meneruskan perjalanan hidup yang berliku. Semua lapisan masyarakat diseru agar bersama-sama menggembleng tenaga membanteras masalah pemerdagangan manusia yang kian menular dalam kalangan masyarakat di negara kita. Akhir sekali, diharapkan masalah ini dapat dicegah pada peringkat rebungnya sebelum cacing naik ke mata supaya kita dapat mencapai cita-cita agung mantan Perdana Menteri Malaysia yang keempat, iaitu Wawasan 2020.
#OLEH : NURUL AIN ZAKIAH BINTI YACCOB
IKUTI NOVEL-NOVEL DAN CONTOH KARANGAN DAN CONTOH ESSEI YANG LAIN. =)
KBYE~
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SPM ENGLISH ESSAY : EXCELLENT SAMPLE ESSAY
LOST IN THE JUNGLE
-THE MEMORY THAT I WILL NEVER FORGET-
It was a mundane mood after the school final examination and I had enough of reading books. My friends and I decided to go camping at Mount Tahan. After getting the green light from our parents, we equipped ourselves with enough food to last us the two-day journey. After making sure we had everything ready, we embarked on our journey to Mount Tahan.
As we ascended the mountain, the steep slopes sapped us of our energy. About an hour later, we found a waterfall. The view was splendid. We decided to stay there as dusk came. At nightfall, we managed to make a campfire. For a few minutes, we just sat there in silence. I looked up and the view that greeted me was absolutely magnificent. The stars hung brightly in the dark sky. The each of us took time to tell our own scary tales before Adi, the live wire of our group, played us a wide repertoire of songs ranging from classical music to the latest hits. We were all over the moon.
As it was a feverish cold night, we snuggled close to each other. It was only two hours later that we fell into a deep slumber. The next morning, we went deeper into the jungle. A few hours after that, we decided to return as our stomachs were grumbling, asking to be filled. We tried retracing our steps back but it was to no avail. We were just making huge circles in the jungle. After an hour of walking but reaching nowhere, we gave up. Our energy was drained and we had no food. I could not believe that we were lost!
We were at our wits' end. With no other options, we had to bivouac our second night by a river. The eerie silence surrounded us. Fear was written all over our faces. I could not help wishing that I was in the comfort of my blanket at that time. It was a hopeless thought as all my camping needs were left behind.
Hours dragged past. The cacophonous sounds made by the nocturnal creatures only intensified our misery. When daylight came, a fresh glimmer of hope showered us. With renewed psyche and fervour, we tried to find our way back.
After an hour of searching, luck was on our side. We found a group of campers who were getting ready to go home. We made our way towards them with wide smiles plastered on our faces. We told them about what had happened.
"Relax, boys! It's time to go home!" said one of them who later invited us to go home with them.
After they finished packing, we made our journey down the mountain and reached the foot of Mount Tahan. We thanked them for their help and dashed to the nearest bus stop.
Up until today, the memory of us being lost in the jungle while climbing Mount Tahan is still fresh in my mind. I will never forget every single moment I spent with my friends there.
#WRITTEN BY : NOR ATIKAH MUNIRAH. MY BUDDIES.. =))
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SPM ENGLISH ESSAY : HORROR AND LESSON STORY
FIERY AND MY SPOOKY MEMORY
Every time I pass through Redhills Residential, my memory will flash back 20 years before. It was the incident that still
resonates in my mind. Although Redhills Residential now is crowded with
skyscrapers mushrooming the city, but in my mind's eye, I can still imagine
the dilapidated building which was the place I grew up.
I was a ten-year-old little boy when the event happened. On that evening, my parents were not at home. A day before, my friend had told me how to call the good and bad spirits. I thought it was a funny thing when we could see the spirit or ghost because I imagined their faces were like the characters in the kid's television programme.
I lit up the candle and put it on the oval dining table which was full of clothes at that time. I read out the spell using
my thunderous voice many times. When my friend did it a day before, I just
followed suit.
Out of the blue, I felt my body trembling as though my home had been struck by a strong lightning. I stopped reading the spell and suddenly
there was a deathly hush in the dining room.
Blood crept into my face.
I could feel
someone eyeing me up and down and it made me scared.
Sweat started snaking down my head to my neck and
the astounding silence allowed me to hear my own heartbeats. Thump, thump, thump.
The sudden petrified laugh gave me the creeps and I could see a woman who had
a terrifying face standing at the corner of the room,
letting out a piercing grin. I was
tremendously appalled when I saw her face
bleeding profusely and with her
elongated eyes, she shot me an
antagonistic glance.
I quivered with fear and without wasting any more time,
I ran as fast as a bullet train to my room which was located at the second floor. As I entered my room, I stood behind the door and
waited for the surge or adrenaline to dilute. I was very frightened to turn back because of the long-haired woman but then,
I was perplexed when I could smell something burning.
When I opened the door,
a thick cloud of smoke, billowing up from the ground floor, greeted me. For an instant,
I was incapable of speech because
I was oblivious to what was happening. My house was on fire!
"Help! Help!"
I bawled out loud but
it seemed implausible to reach anyone's ears.
I cried out in fear of my life. There was nothing that I could think except death. It was
an indescribable feeling.
I
adventitiously heard someone banging on the main door but
in the mayhem, I could not tell it precisely. After a few moments, it became silent and I just knelt down hopelessly. Although
the hope to survive was frail, I kept praying.
I could feel someone grabbing my arm and we dashed downstairs. All I could remember was I was at my backyard, watching
the firefighters put out the blaze.
It was my father who saved me. I asked him why he did that even though he already knew that it was
too hazardous to enter the house at that time.
He said gently, "
When someone that you love is in danger, a thought of fear will never cross your mind." My mom
flashed me an angelic smile. It was the last time I did such a stupid thing. I will not do anything without thinking straight. I had learnt a new lesson of life.
#WRITTEN BY : ME. NURUL AIN ZAKIAH BINTI YACCOB. =)
#CREDIT TO MY BEST ENGLISH TEACHER EVER : PN. HJH ROZANA BINTI ALI. :)
#THIS IS MY TRIAL ESSAY AND I MODIFIED THIS STORY AND USED IT DURING SPM.. ;)
#HOPE IT CAN HELP ALL OF YOU..
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