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'Honesty is the best policy.’
Describe an experience when this was true for you.

The proverb ‘honesty is the best policy’ advises people that it is better to tell the truth than to lie. I have always believed in the proverb. When I was about eleven years old, my honesty saved two friends’ lives.

Charlotte has been my best friend since we were very young. We are extremely intimate and do everything together. Her father passed on when she was three years of age and she lives with her mother and elder sister. Since the demise of her father, her mother is the sole breadwinner of the family. Although Charlotte’s mother does all she could to bring up Charlotte and her sister, Charlotte tells me that her mother is extremely strict with them. At times, she is so harsh that they find it hard to accept her ways.

Unfortunately one day, Charlotte and her sister had a big argument with their mother. The next day, Charlotte told me that she and her sister planned to run away from home. I felt really uneasy about their plan. I persuaded them against running away and to think twice before they acted. In spite of my persuasion, Charlotte told me that they had already made up their mind. When I asked her where they were planning to stay, she replied to say that they would stay at the abandoned house at the edge of the forest. She also said that I could go and visit them but I must not tell anyone about their hiding place. She also sworn me to secrecy.

That very night, Charlotte and her sister ran away from home when their mother was sound asleep. The next day when she discovered that they were missing, she was worried sick. Apprehensive about their safety, she lodged a police report. The police formed a search party to search for the sisters but their efforts were in vain. In desperation, she asked me whether I knew where they were. Although I did, I said I had no idea of their whereabouts in order to keep the promise that I made to the sisters. Their mother was disappointed at my reply and I felt guilty about lying to her.

The following day, I went to visit Charlotte and her sister. It was a wet morning as it had been drizzling since daybreak. Upon arriving at the place, I was taken aback to see the bad state of the dilapidated wooden house, which stood in a bleak and desolate landscape. Many parts of the house were rotten and its roof was leaky. The sisters, who appeared to be pale, were glad to see me. Even though they were tired, weak, thirsty and hungry, they pretended that they were happy to live in the house.

After visiting them, I felt sorry about their living conditions. Although I promised to bring them some food and drinks, I went to see their mother instead. I apologised to her and told her the truth. All at once, the huge weight of keeping the secret and lying were lifted off my shoulders. Their mother could not be more grateful to me. Accompanied by the police and me, she went to fetch her daughters from the house. By the time we reached there, the sisters were almost dying of dehydration and starvation.

Albeit Charlotte was angry with me for breaking the promise, she eventually forgave me and realised that I was actually doing the right thing. She and her sister thanked me for doing them a favour and saving their lives. Their mother promised to be more reasonable and she does live up to her promise. Until today, I still believe that ‘honesty is the best policy’.

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Write a story of a small town girl who worked hard to become a successful chef. Begin your story with: “She has used the last of her savings to get to the cooking competition
in the big city and ...”

- by Brian Shu Pui Hong

SMK Sungai Maong,

Kuching, Sarawak

She has used the last of her savings to get to the cooking competition in the big city and she has tried her best to emerge victorious. It is all up to the professional judges now. While waiting for the announcement of the result, very second seems like an eternity. She could feel her heart drumming against her ribs due to her anxiety, and has even started to think whether she could accept the fact if she fails in this competition. Just then, the magnified voice of the announcer makes her jump. She hears her name, and out of the blue, the hall is filled with tumultuous applause. She actually wins! She is going to be crowned ‘Best Chef of The Year’ in her own right! After the glittering trophy is handed over, she recounts her past endeavours, and tears of gratitude fall.

Eileen, who hailed from a suburb, dreamt of becoming a successful chef. Money became her first concern when she first moved to the big city. However, she knew that if she persevered, she would eventually see the light at the end of the tunnel. With that in mind, she worked as a cleaner and a waiter in order to build up experience. When she was still raw, managers kept going ballistic and referred to her as ‘the gormless girl’ because she was slow and jerky in performing her tasks. Bombardments notwithstanding, she persevered and deemed it necessary for her to be a fully-fledged culinary professional in times to come.

In the midst of her journey towards success, she was struck by the bad news of her mother’s death due to terminal illness. Her mother no longer had the chance to see her daughter’s dream come true, while the daughter held her hand and told the world this is her mother. All of these seemed to be a million miles away then. Eileen felt her heart being torn apart beyond the point of repair. Her working capability was greatly disrupted by the mourn, as she felt that even the silver lining of the cloud had disappeared. The manager was more impatient and irascible than ever when Eileen made mistakes in every possible occasion. Eventually, she was fired when she, being in her hopeless and forlorn state, spilled a pot of freshly cooked soup onto fellow workers. Being rendered jobless, she was broke. She could not afford even the rent and was consequently exiled as a tenant. For some days, she slept on the five-foot ways and under the staircase of shophouses on makeshift beds.

Eileen was lucky to have her former colleagues. They offered her a place to stay, with the proviso that she would get a grip on herself and move on. Thanks to their kindness and encouragement, she managed to come to terms with the bereavement. She decided that strong people should not dwell on the past and wallow in despair; they move forward for the better. She found a new job and strove harder than ever. Due to her natural talent, she shone in cooking. Soon, her efforts and skills received attention and praise from her new manager. She was promoted to an assistant in the kitchen. Things started to fall into place as she was introduced to works with a higher level of difficulty. Her skills were greatly honed as she imbibed knowledge and practical skills from the main cook.

The day that marked the watershed moment of Eileen’s life came most unexpectedly on a mesmerising, peaceful sundown. The main chef got home earlier as he had come down with the flu. She was asked to inform the customers that the dishes from the main chef was unavailable. All of a sudden, a customer in a black suit walked in briskly. He ordered a dish which was not found on the menu – Taste from Heaven. Eileen’s jaw dropped. She felt her heart skip a beat. For a fraction of a second, she stood rooted to the ground, undecided. The next moment, she instinctively asked for some clues from the customer. After a minute’s brainstorming session, she started cooking! Little did she know where her courage had come from as she was well aware that the reputation of the restaurant was banking on her performance.

Every drop of blood seemed to curdle in Eileen’s veins as the customer slowly tasted her cooking. Before she knew it, the customer had wolfed down all his food and paid for it. The next day, Eileen had the feeling she could no longer tolerate any more shock when she learnt that customer was the CEO of an international business group as well as a good friend of the main chef. The Taste from Heaven, which was meant to spoof the chef, had instead put Eileen to the test. He explained that Eileen had a potential to become a chef, and he could use her in one of his chain restaurants. He further expressed that Eileen could realise her full potential through undergoing professional training. Deeply impressed by her skills, he offered her a scholarship to study in one of the top culinary arts school in France! She was also offered a 5-year employment contract with the business group upon graduation.

Eileen was on cloud nine. She could not believe that Lady Luck had smiled upon her. She accepted both offers. However, she was never one to be on her high horse as she knew that pride comes before a fall. She worked hard doing the 4-year course offered by the school, which was located in close proximity to Paris, and graduated with a first-class honours degree. Before returning to Malaysia to fulfil her contract, she had an opportunity to participate in a world-class cooking competition in Paris. As days of sweats and tears passed, she finally managed to have herself qualified for the final of the championship and the rest is history.

Eileen’s hard work and determination have helped to fulfil her aspiration – to be a successful chef! Now, she brings joy to this world with her dishes, as everyone cheers for her – the small town girl who persevered and created miracles with her bare hands.

Good luck ...

Informal Letter Sample - SPM English Essay Writing

SPM Directed Writing: Informal Letter
You recently went an expedition with your classmates to Langkawi. You have been asked to write a letterto your cousin about your visit to Langkawi Island.

                                     No.3,Jalan Sutera,
                                     Tmn Cempaka,
                                43600 Bandar Bangi,
.                               Selangor.  

                               2 March 2012.

Dear Zarina,

        How's life? I hope you are in the best of health. How's my beloved Uncle Johari? I miss him too.The reason I write this letter is to tell you about my expedition to Langkawi. Guess what? We just came back from Langkawi . I went there with 25 of my classmates and my class teacher. Mr, Zaid had kindlly accompanied us for the 3 day-trip. You should have joined us. It was such an awesome experience!

        Well, on the first day, we arrived at Langkawi in morning after a short flight. Then, we were taken to Langkawi Geopark, a UNESCO World Heriatage Site where we could see magnificent rock formations. We were taught the history of the place and some fossils of fish could also be sighted. This is a wonderful opportunity to understand geogical aspect of the island at the Geopark.

        After visiting Geopark, we were taken to Pulau Dayang Bunting which about an hour boat ride. I forgot to mention that the boat ride itself was so exciting and adventurous. Upon arrival at the island, we were greeted by monkeys and soon, we saw a breathtakinng lake, with its gree clear water. Not forgetting the fish spa where thousands of catfish nibble at your feet when you lower feet into the water. Again, this is a new experience for me. Other than that, we could really enjoy the beautiful scenery of the island.

        The next day, we went to Underwater World where we saw the penguin, giant fishes, colourful onemones and all sorts of marine life there.I'm sure, it's heaven for fish lovers. One advantage of this trip is I could  learn about themarine life. Well, on the final day, we went to Mahsuri   Tomb and Padang Mat Sirat to relive the legend of Mahsuri. It was a good experience since I managed to see the historic sites and understand Mahsuri legend better. Other than that, I also learn about the importance of being true to our words and do not spread false gossips since these can lead to horrible consequences. I also managed to make friends with some other tourists visiting the site.

        Okay, I guess I have  to pen off now. Hope to see you in the next letter. Please convey my love and regards to my uncle and aunti. Take care!

Love,                                                                                                                                              Rosni