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Calming weather, swaying trees, chirping birds and the villagers' smiling faces. Everything seemed like welcoming the strangers to their small yet peaceful rural area. Everything looked new and perfect in the eyes of the trio.

An eight-hour journey  was tiring but their excitement overshadowed it. The super friendly villagers had won the trio's heart by their first met. Some were inviting for tea and dinner and some were offering a ride strolling around. This kind of hospitalities were really unexpected.

Eating the freshwater fish (ikan sungai) and unfamiliar dishes felt different, watching the indigenous jumping off the trees into the river was exciting, having a picnic by the riverbank was delighting, swimming in the river between the forest trees was thrilling and seeing the big and rare wallago catfish (ikan tapah) was tremendously shocking. Despite all those adventures, the three modern girls had so much fun and new experiences.

Even though they had to go through the muddy road, come far away from Terengganu into the thick green forest, it was definitely worthy. Kampung Kuala Sat will  surely be missed.

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Functions of Creative Writing - Foster Artistic Ex

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A journey to remember (by Hanin ft. Irah

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A journey to remember (by Hanin ft. Irah

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One evening during the weekend when I woke up from a short nap, I instantly checked my phone. I received a message from my mom. "Grandmother's condition is deteriorating". I glanced at my watch. It's 3.37pm. After thinking for some time whether I should go home or not at that moment, I've decided to go back though I'm alone. Throughout the period of 6 months holding driving license, I've never travel a long distance alone. She was 183 km away. But that day I decided I'm going to fight my fear for the sake of visiting my grandmother . I texted my mom "I'm going back now. Alone". So I quickly packed my stuff, bringing only the important stuffs and some clothings.

I started my journey around 4pm. I still remember I had mixed feelings at that time. I was quite scared since it was my first time driving alone for a long distance and I was worried that I won't get to see my grandmother . I was in a rush but I kept reminding myself I need to drive carefully.

After an hour of driving, it started to rain heavily. I had to slow down the speed since I couldn't see the road clearly. Then when I was about 50km away to reach my destination I suddenly saw a car overturned and started to spin on the road. The car stopped spinning when its hit the divider. I was startled to witness such thing in front of my eye.

Since it was late in the evening, there's not much car on the road. Hence I was hesitated to go to the accident spot and give a hand to them because I wanted to reach my destination quickly. I was trapped, whether I should continue my journey or help the victim because nobody was around at that time. I wanted to continue my journey but I felt guilty to do so. So I decided to slow down my car and stop by the road to see the condition of the victim.

I saw there were two people in the car. I assumed they were siblings since the other one is younger than the driver. The driver was awake though I saw there was minor injury cut on her forehead. However she was probably still in shock with the accident that just occurred. I called her but she was not responding. Suddenly her younger sister cried in pain. The broken pieces of the glass strucked into her foot and it caused her foot to bleed tremendously. I wanted to help them get out from the car but I can't because the door could not be opened. So I decided to broke the back windshield with the steering lock. As soon I broke the windshield I asked the driver to get out through it together with her younger sister. She managed to escape from the car and by that time there were few other cars stopped by to offer help. So I asked them to call for the emergency line. I considered that they will be able to bring them to the hospital for further treatment. I had to leave. Then, I continued my journey and finally reach destination 30 minutes later. I kept thinking about the victim's condition. I have no idea what happened to that family but I truly hope that all of them were safe.

The following day, at 9.03 am, my grandmother passed away at the hospital. It was a very pain and sad truth for me to accept but I know the fate had written it all. However I was glad that I manage to see her for the last time. Later on, I saw on the front page of a newspaper about an accident occured at Kemaman. It seems familiar to me. It was that siblings that I help the previous day. I read through the article and find the sentence that I'm looking for. "The victims was safe though they suffer some minor injury and currently they are being treated in Hospital Kemaman".

That day was one of those difficult days for me where I had to make important decisions that could give impact to my life and others as well. Till this day, I never regret those decisions that I've made.

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The Journey

School finally finished. I could still remember my last day at school. It was an examination! Major examination which will provide a path for me to pursue my studies. An examination which I will prove that I can be a successful person. An examination that I am looking forward to redeem my mistakes years ago. Yes, everyone makes mistakes. I was not studying for one year which is during form 4. I was busy during that year as we called that year as a 'honeymoon year'. But, life must go on and I take this spirit for me to move on and to prove them wrong. I can do it? Yes! I can.

All in all, I've passed my examination with 6As and 3Bs. Distinction in English Language! This results encouraged me to apply for TESL in Universiti Teknologi MARA (UiTM). I also applied for TESL in Institut Pendidikan Guru (IPG) which trains future teachers. It has always been my ambition to be a teacher. I wanted to continue my family's legacy. Destiny has decided my life. I brought myself to Dengkil which area was so tranquil and made me felt calm eventhough there was not tree there. I enjoyed the university life as I loved what I did at UiTM. As the days passed by, my university life has shown me way out to? To a new place.

Now, I’m here. Chasing my dream; teacher to be. Ready to serve for national need.

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WAN MUHAMMAD FAKHRI BIN W MOHD FAUZI
MOHAMAD SYAKIR DANIEL BIN SUHAIMI

WRITING IT RIGHT - Sources of Inspiration

Theme: Secret Life of a Student

✓ Depression
✓ Problems with peers
✓ Financial problems

The clock hits at seven on the dot in the morning and the alarm beeps loudly waking up Rayyan to start his dull day. He gets off his bed, grabs his towel and dashes straight to the bathroom. He turns the tap on and cold water hits him head to toe. Leaving the bathroom, he puts his usual Monday outfit on and grabs his backpack rushing to the class before the gate is closed.

At 8 o'clock, Rayyan, like a robot, follows the boring daily schedule. He sits quietly in the corner of the class, isolated from his classmates. Being socially awkward and introverted, he rarely makes any interaction with anyone. All that he notices is that sounds are too loud to his sensitive ears, and eyes are gazing at him. But, he denies to care about the others. He is labelled as a weird boy by his classmates.

At 10 o'clock, Rayyan walks to the cafe, alone. His eyes are focusing on his favourite dish, Butter Chicken. Then, he grabs his old, torn wallet. He is not surprised by the emptiness of his wallet as his allowance has not been credited yet. He walks away with a sad face and a starving stomach. He gets back to his class and waits for others. The class ends later in the afternoon and Rayyan walks back to his room. And the following days are just like this day.

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Fadh & Athirah

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Using writing tools- using figurative language

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Farah Hafizah Binti Abdul Hakim

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Assalamualaikum and hello everyone :)

My name is Farah Hafizah binti Abdul Hakim. I am studying in Institute of Teacher Education Dato' Razali Ismail Campus, Kuala Terengganu, Terengganu. I am in second-year degree of Teaching English as A Second Language (TESL). Based on coursework (Task 3) Creative Writing TSLB3252, i need to upload my personal writing pieces in any three different writing types. For your information, I have chosen Modern Poem, Vignette and Blogs.

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I don't want to be a burden in your life.

I know deep inside my heart will get hurt.

My love for you is so pure,

But I will try to heal myself,

You know why I still here,

Because when I decide to let go,

Laying on the messy bed, my hands on the forehead, open eyes staring at the big fan with zero feeling. Thinking and wondering what the purpose of my life is. Waking up early every morning, living my life in this cruel world with judge mental people and going to sleep with tired body at night. Feeling like my freedom had being taken away by my own life. My big eyes keep open and close, open and close staring at the white ceiling. Never know where, when and how everything will end. Just waiting, waiting and waiting until the day come.

My soft feet touched the cold white marbled tiles. My ears heard the beautiful voice. Tears were running down the eyes of mine when I saw the mesmerizing black cube. I was stunning. I have got a peaceful feeling in my heart.

I was stepping into the crowd of thousands of men and women coming from different country but with same intention as me. My steps stopped as I reached the big black cube. My two hands touched that black colour cloth with soft material for the first time. It was so soft and it has a fragrant smell. I never thought that I would be here at this age, holding the Ka'aba with my own hands and seeing it with my two eyes. I asked myself that why being sinful but He still called me into His home. I am blessed.

It was nine years ago when I was twelve years old. My father brought my family members to Mecca. I had felt at one point that I had come too early to this place or that I was not ready or that I did not know enough about my religion. I never saw His face or heard Him say, never been so sure about His existence but until I touched the Ka'aba, I felt Him, I was unquestionable and I was undeniable.

With my hands shaking, I kept them on the Ka'aba, sobbing beside women and men from different countries, each of us praying in different languages in the same breath to the only one, I felt equality and I felt oneness. I fell to my knees, prayed and thanked Allah for giving me life into Islam. I could not describe how it felt but all I know is that something inside me changes when I was there.

The last 'tawaf' is the most heart-touching. I experienced the immense feeling. Tears ran down my cheeks. I was not sad. They were not tears of joy either. I was just overwhelmed. I did not know why I was crying, but I felt like I should.

It was feeling so small, so tiny and embarrassed that I have not done enough for Allah. I was crying for the fear of him, as well as the love for him, the mercy he has shown me and for Him calling to me there. As I could feel that he day I saw Ka'aba, I felt that Allah is the greatest in my bones.

Never expect that he will come into my life. He has very special place in my heart. I could not describe how much I love him. His name is Adib Ajmal. There has a good meaning behind that great name. Adib Ajmal brings the meaning of 'the beauty of attitude'. If I were given a chance in my life, I want to hold and hug you for the last time.

A baby boy came into my life with tears and joys. After he was born, he was detained in Intensive Care Unit (ICU) for 25 days because of having lung problem infected. He was a strong boy even though the doctors could not give any hope about his life but he was struggling to live to see his family members. After he had to face many obstacles in his life, he went back to our house and put a smile on everyone's face. We were really happy as we could hold him and see his face for the first time.

However, God loves him more when he left us for forever. God lent him to us for only 7 months. Every details for the day he left us still fresh in my mind although it had been 9 years ago. It was Friday, everyone seems too busy that day and could not look after him while my mother prepared a breakfast. My father had a meeting for the whole day, my brother on his way to Kuala Lumpur and my sister did her assignments. I still on my bed as it was a weekend and my mother put him besides me.

Adib Ajmal tried to wake me up by holding my face. After a while, I woke up and held him. He played with me then he slept. I left him on my bed and took a bath. After that, I got a message from my cousin that she wanted to come to my house to play with Adib Ajmal. So I replied "yes, you may come but today is my first day tuition so I will not be at home." It took me about 30 minutes to dress up for my first day tuition. I decided to wear blue Baju Kurung and black scarf on that day.

My mother asked for my help to take Adib Ajmal for bath. After bathed, I wore him cloth and made a bottle of milk for him. My father went home after Friday prayer and got ready for his evening meeting. Adib Ajmal cried when he saw my father and he wanted my father to hold him. My dad ran out of time and he could not hold Adib Ajmal so he just kissed him. I tried to persuade Adib Ajmal from crying. He was very clingy on that day and wanted to be in everyone's lap.

There was very hot outside and my mother decided not to bring Adib Ajmal along to send me to tuition. My mother left him with my cousin and my sister at home. My tuition started at 3.30pm. 10 minutes later, my phone rang. The call was from my cousin. She called me while crying and told me that Adib Ajmal looked pale, bubbles came out from his mouth and his nose bleed. He was not breathing! I was shocked and cried. I could not believe at all. I asked her to call ambulance. My aunty came and took me to the emergency ward.

As I entered the room, I could hear "I am sorry, he cannot be saved". I ran out and cried loudly. I felt like I was the worst sister ever. I was not ready for that. I kissed Adib Ajmal for the last time with tears. Thanks God, everything settled on that day smoothly.

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I hope you enjoy reading my writing. Thank you.

Feel free to leave your comment :D

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Assalamualaikum and hello everyone :) My name is Farah Hafizah binti Abdul Hakim. I am studying in Institute of Teacher Education Dato' Razali Ismail Campus, Kuala Terengganu, Terengganu. I am in second-year degree of Teaching English as A Second Language (TESL).

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Ariff Hakimi Rosli

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Improve Your Working Styles Being a student not only focus on study. When you grow older, you will find that students have a lot of commitments. Moreover, when you continue your study, you will get to see the real world with your eyes. You will be assigned with many types of position but in the same time, you need to focus on your study. This is one of the reasons why most of the students were depressed. They can't manage their student's life properly. For me, it was hard for the first time but I managed to overcome it. So, here are some tips that I would like to share with you guys to overcome this situation. Firstly, I suggest that you need to have at least one hobby that can you are enjoyed when you do it. When you got stressed out while doing assignments or any works that have probabilities to make you stress, hobby will play the role to decrease your stress. For example, I enjoyed to play games and football. I will play either games or football before I started my works. When I pla...

School Memories From the mother womb, We came out to the world, The journey began.
We walk and run, We speak and learn to read. School welcoming us.
We fell in the pond, Laugh loudly together, Childhood memories.
Riding bicycle, With the ringing sound from bell, Routine for the kids.
Run on the field, Chased by a fierce teacher, We were scolded.
In the last moment, We answered the last question, End of journey.
Happy together, It's time to feel the sadness, Time to say goodbye.

MANSION'S TRAGEDY The hour hand showed exactly on the 12. The clock started to ring. It can be heard all around the building. Every space, room, column, hall. Those areas were filled with the buzzing sound made by the clock. In the same time, one man, full of sweats from head to toe as he was done taking his bathe. The hoodie that covered the man, soak and wet with his sweats. Fear and scare dominated his feelings. He can't do nothing. All he can do was hiding behind the door waiting for that person to leave from the building. How did this happen? On that night, James Arthur, with his family was invited for a family gathering at their uncle's mansion located at the cliff. All of the Arthur's family members were going to gather at the mansion. So, James drove an old car with his family. The route to the mansion was dark, as it was surrounded with trees. They were not ordinary trees' type but most of them consisted of spooky-look trees such as Deadly Nightshade, Witch Hazel and Ghost Plan...

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Improve Your Working Styles Being a student not only focus on study. When you grow older, you will find that students have a lot of commitments. Moreover, when you continue your study, you will get to see the real world with your eyes.

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Life Is Beautiful (?) Life is beautiful, If no negative people live, If no bad things happen, If no farewells exist, The reality is hard, Hard for me to swallow, All of the facts, Many wars are happening, In many other countries.

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The Day
I didn't know that we were in the same college. When he first talked to me, we both do not know each other. Days and days go by, and he is a nice friend, caring and sweet. Eventhough he may not be in the same batch and we do not see each other everyday, it doesn't stop us from being friend. They say "love is limitless", isn't it? I see you everyday at the cafe but words do not seem to come out from my mouth. My feeling for you still stay the same. Never less but it grows day by day. I wonder if I could go back to those sweet days. I hope you still remember your words that you said to me "I want to take care of you and share everything with you later". Every single day, I always hope that everything will get better between you and me.

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Tengku Nur Athirah Binti Tengku Hasnubahri

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Tengku Nur Athirah Binti Tengku Hasnubahri

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Assalamualaikum and Hi, everyone. I am Tengku Nur Athirah Binti Tengku Hasnubahri from IPG Kampus Dato’ Razali Ismail. I was assigned to upload my writing pieces for my Creative Writing course,...

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Is This My Fault? by Asmena Asri
Pain is what I receive, With the name of 'love' I was deceived, Why should I grieve, When there's nothing to retrieved, Maybe it is now for you to leave, Because it's my life for me live, That I was hoping for you to give.
All I asked is just your attention, It's like a drug for my severe addiction, Hurt or getting hurt was never my intention, Love and being loved was my only obsession, But things slowly get into complexion, When we no longer walk in the same direction, Being lost in our world of confusion, As if we breathe in two other dimensions, Maybe what we need now is communication, And so does time for some reflection.

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Is This My Fault? by Asmena Asri Pain is what I receive, With the name of 'love' I was deceived, Why should I grieve, When there's nothing to retrieved, Maybe it is now for you to leave, Because it's my life for me live, That I was hoping for you to give.

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Hanin Zafirah

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Noor Atiqah Abdul Halim

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Hi peeps! It's me again, Atiqah. It was a bright and shining day today! Hence, I want to share with all of you my simple thoughts about something called "PREPARATION". Some people want a life that is simple and well-planned. A week ago, my friends and I went to Perak for School-Based Experience (SBE). We planned to go there roughly about a month. So, we prepared so many things. Making a long list of things to bring and etc. One of my friends made a list of places that we need to go such as Kledang Eco-park, Gunung Lang Recreational Park and Memory Lane. We did survey the reviews from blogs, Twitter and Facebook. The most important thing was we looked out a place to stay for a week. Okay, this is a very serious part. HAHA. This is because we need to go through every hotel, homestays and private rooms in Ipoh so that we got a very comfortable, safe and especially near to the school. We called the host to asked the price and did some negotiations. Why we did that? There are many things that we need to consider:

1. we need to find a place that has a private toilet. Why? This is because four of us are GIRLS! We cannot share the toilets with others. Thence, hostel and shared room are rejected from the list.

2. Second, we wanted a place near to neighbour. Again because we are GIRLS. This is our first time being in Ipoh. So, a place with many people really need to be considered just in case if anything happened to us, all we need to knock the neighbours' door right? Haha. Yes! All of you might think that we are scared of something that not really happened yet. However, it is for your safety. We don't really know the place yet and not familiar with people there. Hence, we need to survey the pictures and places through google maps and Waze. Guess what? At first, we booked a room with two beds only because the price was in our budget. When we arrived there, the host gave a big and spacious room with two queen beds! We were surprised and texted the host for the double check. Well Alhamdulillah, the host upgraded the room without any additional charges!

3. It is a must to read the reviews from blogs, Facebook and Twitter. We used the Airbnb application to survey all those places. By the way, it is good apps and the prices are way cheaper than other travel apps. Okay done promoting the apps. Back to the topic, REVIEWS! What needs to know the services by the host, the amenities and facilities of the particular places. Some of the places got a bad review from the customers such as inconvenience bedroom or the place got unsatisfied utilities. I still remembered that we took out a homestay out of the list as the price was expensive about RM 100+ per night and we need to share the toilet with others. To make it clearer to you, the homestay looked like a hostel. Different rooms but the same toilet. It is not really a suitable place for Muslim women.

In short, all of those three things are part of the preparation that we need to take into account when it comes to making good planning to travel. Hence, without preparation, we might lose, right? Or maybe not get any place to sleep because all of the rooms/hotels being booked? Or maybe we got a place to stayed for a week but the host is a pervert? There are so many possibilities. Making the early preparation prepares us being a well-prepared person and prepares to face any possible outcomes. The word "PREPARE" by itself means that a person is ready to deal with something. If something happened, we are ready! Hence, when the days coming, we are firm and in a fit state to look forward probabilities.

Life is full of surprises. I would say life is like walking on a tightrope. So high in the sky. People would give big applause to you. This is because you are awesome! We can see the whole world down below. It is a very breath-taking view. Hence, it is becoming a comfort zone for us. When time goes by, we lost in a dream. One day, the strong wind comes and pull us down below. What I am trying to say is walking on a tightrope itself means that a danger ahead! We need to make a lot of preparations. Balancing our body, walking a step by step and checking the place is a safe place or not. Hence, all of those are preparations. People clapping the hands and the wind are the obstacles in life. Like it or not we have to face them all. Even to fall, we have to prepare. Either we want to fall on the clouds or the land or we might fall on a ship that surrounded with the blue oceans. PREPARATION is key to success. The Ramadhan is coming soon, right? Hence what are our preparation? The outcome of Ramadhan is Taqwa. If we want to achieve the level of taqwa, we need to prepare it now! Therefore, let's do the best as "the best preparation for tomorrow is doing your best today"! J

"Mom! Help me!" she cried for her mother from the bedroom.

"Ahh! Again. This is the fifth time she's calling for me" Mother was talking to herself while looking at the father. He was reading the newspaper on the rocking chair. He seemed to ignore his only daughter. The mother walked slowly towards the room and switch on the lamp.

"It's already 11 o'clock my dear. You need to sleep." said the mother and sitting slowly beside her.

"Mm... mo... mom... mom... I'm scared. She didn't want me to sleep. She keeps on pulling my legs." While pointing at the blond hair and unblinking eyes doll on the brown box near her bed. The mother took the doll and put it on the table lamp and facing her.

"She's your friend, Lily right? I will tell her to sleep with you okay?" she grabbed her mother's hand to stop her from going out of the room.

"But Mom... Lily... "while holding her mother.

"Good night my dear. You really need to sleep now." The mother kissed her forehead and left the room. The room became dark again and there was light from the table lamp. Lily was standing and looking at her coldly with a curvy smile.

Knocking the door of pain,

Breaking the silence of the den.

Here coming a drop of rain,

With calmness and freshness,

Making the heart beats again,

Here the rains come and go,

It is falling fast and slow,

Catching the eyes of sorrow,

Looking out through the window,

The flowers bloom in yellow,

Fixing the heart that hollow.

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Hundred kilometres from home

Urged him to build his own strength

Made him burst into tears

While witnessing world's cruelness

Reflected his characters better

There would always strength in his softness

Fake people were everywhere

Always taking for granted on his kindness

But he still remained strong

He loved listening to others

Promised to be there for them all the time

To live the world with so bright

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Hundred kilometres from home Urged him to build his own strength Made him burst into tears While witnessing world's cruelness Reflected his characters better There would always strength in his softness Fake people were everywhere Always taking for granted on his kindness But he still remained strong He loved listening to others Promised to be there for them all the time To live the world with so bright

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A Youth Train
https://www.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=2258662354195555&id=100001554367944

Come Back Home
https://www.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=2259452530783204&id=100001554367944

A Perfect Life
https://www.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=2260765693985221&id=100001554367944

A Dramatic Journey to Sabah
https://www.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=2263160240412433&id=100001554367944

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"NEW" Remember, nothing lasts. Next year, you're unlikely to be in the same place, that you are now.
Things happen, people change. That's life and reality. New happenings await you.
New blessings. New trials. New opportunities.
Learn to see good in everything. Learn to be braver. Learn to take challenges.
Always be aware, and keep your focus. Change is the only constant.

SAYING "NO" For many of us, saying "no" is hard! We want others to like us and accept us. We want to meet their expectations, and to please them as well.
Learn to say "no" when you really mean "no", because it's good for your well-being. We need a time out; time for ourselves too. Don't feel guilty!
MY LOVE I always watch over you from afar, because you seemed like my love.
I thought you felt the same way, although you were looking somewhere else.
But, I was completely wrong, you've never noticed me all this time.
Like the wind, like the dust. I cannot catch you, i cannot be with you.
I believed it was love, as i called it destiny.
I will wait for yo...

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"NEW" Remember, nothing lasts. Next year, you're unlikely to be in the same place, that you are now. Things happen, people change. That's life and reality. New happenings await you. New blessings. New trials. New opportunities. Learn to see good in everything. Learn to be braver. Learn to take challenges.

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'Atiyah Syazwani
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Flowers grow throughout the year, But their beauty are yet to be discovered, Our talents does not just appear, We must explore in order for them to be uncovered.

The flowers stand and swing on windy and rainy days, Yet they never withered and continued to grow, There are hardships and struggles along our pathways, Do not admit defeat and keep on spreading our wings out of the window.

But flowers bloom in the spring, Proudly and happily showing its beauty, It is time to show the world what we can bring, For contributing our talents and gifts is a duty.

Flowers are plucked and put in a vase, For their beauty are meant to be shown and appreciated, Our talents and gifts will finally be embrace, As our hard work and determination are finally being congratulated.

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Flowers grow throughout the year, But their beauty are yet to be discovered, Our talents does not just appear, We must explore in order for them to be uncovered. The flowers stand and swing on windy and rainy days, Yet they never withered and continued to grow, There are hardships and struggles along our pathways, Do not admit defeat and keep on spreading our wings out of the window.

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Hello everyone! I am Ahmad Akmal Haikal bin Ahmad Nizam, Akmal or Kemma for short, is a student from the Institute of Teacher Training (IPG) Dato' Razali Ismail campus, Terengganu in the degree program (PISMP) majoring in Teaching English as a Second Language (TESL). This blog is to fulfil a task on Creative Writing (TSLB3252) subject which is creative online writing entries (via digital media). I created this blog during my one-week School Based Experience (SBE) when I was in the Sekolah Kebangsaan Darat Batu Rakit (SK DABARA), in the Kuala Nerus district in the state of the turtles, Terengganu. It was a very busy week as we have to enter the classroom, conduct a meeting with the school's administrator, and fulfil the SBE tasks. However, I manage to create these 3 types of entries which are travel writing, haiku, and modern poems during my leisure time at the school. So, I hope everyone will enjoy! Grammatical errors ahead!

It was a long journey. A journey from the land of a legendary Malay queen, Che Siti Wan Kembang, in the East Coast Malaysia to the Southern-tip of Malaysia, the most developed nation in Asia, the land of the lion, Singapore. The journey takes part in the night, a 10-hour journey by bus requires me to be patient and most importantly, to pee according to an uncertain time along the way. It was really hard as the bus just stopped a few times along the way at the RnR. Opportunity! I take it to make sure that I accomplished all my physical needs. Maybe these issue makes the journey longer. Yet, 'interesting' in many ways.

Interesting? Yes, because along the way, it was night. So, it is time to sleep! Just sleep and woke up seldom, no need to think of any problems. I just want to know the next morning, I will wake up at Tambak Johor Immigration, to take a bus along the bridge to Woodlands, ready to stamp my red travel book. Yes! 10-hour journey has come to an end. Safely arrived at a huge building, the Tambak Johor Immigration on the Malaysian side. Get off the bus, take the main entrance and que in a long row. One step away to Singapore.

Everything was done, my passport was stamped with a lion emblem and a sentence that says 'This passport bearer can now enter this country freely with Singapore Travel Visa for 30 days', which means I can freely enter the country without any obstacles, for 30 days! But, I will travel only if my 'money' allows me to. Then I went to the money changer to change the currency from 'Ringgit' to 'Singapore Dollar'. That time the exchange rate was SD1 equals to RM2.50. So, I have changed RM200 which is equivalent to SD80 (only). Well, due to the economic growth and something that is related to economy which I do not know, of course. Whatever it is, SD1 = RM2.50.

Then, I walk out of the huge Woodlands Immigration towards the bus stop. To fetch a bus, obviously. The bus was quite frequent. After one and another just approximately 3 minutes of waiting! Wow! Impressive. It was also very clean. The first thing came to my mind was 'Singapore public transport was great!'. Without waiting too long, I took the first bus to the Merlion Square. Along the way, the bus took the tourist friendly route which attracts me to see the development of Singapore. The buildings along the road was very beautiful. It has the colonial era design of the British Empire. I also passed by the Masjid Sultan at Kallang Road, The National University of Singapore during passing by Clementi Road, and there it is, The Merlion. Around 20 minutes of travel by bus from the Woodlands Immigration, finally arrived at the Merlion Park, where there is something there that shows a symbol of Singapore.

Merlion Park locates the famous white structure of the 'Merlion'. Merlion is located near the manmade lake, which symbolises Singapore. Merlion is derived from the word 'mermaid' and 'lion' which suits the structure of the lion's head, and a fish body. It symbolises Singapore that was originated as a fishing village and the lion's head means the Singapore's original name 'Singapura' which means 'Kota Singa' in Malay. From the Merlion, we can see a huge ark-like building, the Marina Bay, which is located on the other side of the lake. All in all, my journey to the Singapore was accomplished, to meet the 'lion'.

That lights every students

Sometimes interesting
Sometimes too boring and dull
School, a place to learn

Seven more syllables here

I was sitting in the corner,

Thinking on how to do, what to do,

Is it the right way to do?

Is it the best way to do?

Others thought that will affect you,

Positively or negatively,

How you deal with it.

Today is very hot,
I hope that nothing will burn outside,
Because it is very hot,
As hot as my hot coffee in this cold room,
Doing my job as usual,
Busy as a bee,
Finishing my entry,
Arranging my files,
So that everything will be done well,
A perfectionist, sometimes as hot as today!

These are my 'creative works' during the SBE. I hope it is creative enough so that everyone who reads this will enjoy their readings. Thank you for stopping by! Hope to meet again in another entry. :)

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Hello everyone! I am Ahmad Akmal Haikal bin Ahmad Nizam, Akmal or Kemma for short, is a student from the Institute of Teacher Training (IPG) Dato' Razali Ismail campus, Terengganu in the degree program (PISMP) majoring in Teaching English as a Second Language (TESL).

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