Last shool holiday, my family and I went to Cameron Highland to blow away the cobwebs. We spent the night for 3 days. We started our journey at 8.00 a.m and we arrived at 12.00 p.m.
The scenery was very awesome and made us felt peaceful. After a few minutes, we performed our prayer at nearby mosque. Then, we checked in the Sentosa Hotel to take a nap. At 4.00 p.m, we decided to visit Strawberries Garden.
At Strawberries Garden, we picked the fruits and put into the basket. We ate the original and fresh strawberries. We bought 10 packs of strawberries fruit to give to our relatives. At 8.00 p.m, my family and I had our dinner at nearby restaurant which dishes up western food.
After a few hours we had our dinner, we decided to hit the hay at Sentosa Hotel. The next morning, we took a visit to Tea Garden which has many types of tea. For example Apple tea, Orange tea and Strawberry tea. By drinking tea, we can make our breath fragrant.
We spent our time at Tea Garden more than 5 hours. Then we were famished and decided to have a bite at village restaurant. After we finished, we performed our prayer and hit the hay as usual. The last day, we packed up our things and ready to go to next destination.
The next destination, we went to our village at Alor Star, Kedah. We took 5 hours to reach there. We started our journey at 8.00 a.m and we arrived at 1.00 p.m. All of our relatives planned together at our hometown after our family went back from Cameron Highlands. At 3.00 p.m, my relatives and I decided to eat Nasi Royale at Nasmir Restaurant is a known restaurant at Alor Star. After we had done our lunch, we went to Jakel to buy some clothes.
At night, my relatives and I were famished and have bite at Mawar Seafood. Their food was very nice. Then we went to Pekan Rabu to buy some Belacan and Dodol to bring back to our home at Kuala Lumpur. As we reached our home, we hit the hay. At 7.00 a.m we packed our things and started our journey to go back home.
Saturday 4 August 2012
A Person That I Admire
The person that I admire is my mother. Her name is Manis Binti Rejab. It is she who brings her children into the world, teaches them their first word and moulds their character. My mother was such a wonderful mother. She was more than just an ordinary mother. My mother had made so many sacrifices for us even at the expense of her health.
On one fateful day, when the doctors and staffs at the intensive care unit of the University Hospital confirmed that my father would never be able to walk again, she knew what she had to do. Entrusting my father to take care of my grandmother while she was not at home, she took up a course in tailoring.
After six months, she started sewing cloths for her neighbours and friends and earned a meager income. It was a hand life but she never complained. One day, it was Sunday, November 24 2003. My mother asked what I wanted for my birthday.
I said that I want a bicycle. She raised her eyebrows and seemed that she do not have enough money to buy a bicycle. Then, I sulked the whole day and refused to come out from my room inspite of all their pleading. The rest of the day passed. I went to school as usual with my sad face.
When I returned home, my mother was waiting for me at the door. She held out her hand. ''Happy Birthday!" she said. She pointed her finger to one corner of the room. There in the corner, beside her sewing machine, stood the bicycle, all shining and new. I lost my words and tears well up in my eyes.
On one fateful day, when the doctors and staffs at the intensive care unit of the University Hospital confirmed that my father would never be able to walk again, she knew what she had to do. Entrusting my father to take care of my grandmother while she was not at home, she took up a course in tailoring.
After six months, she started sewing cloths for her neighbours and friends and earned a meager income. It was a hand life but she never complained. One day, it was Sunday, November 24 2003. My mother asked what I wanted for my birthday.
I said that I want a bicycle. She raised her eyebrows and seemed that she do not have enough money to buy a bicycle. Then, I sulked the whole day and refused to come out from my room inspite of all their pleading. The rest of the day passed. I went to school as usual with my sad face.
When I returned home, my mother was waiting for me at the door. She held out her hand. ''Happy Birthday!" she said. She pointed her finger to one corner of the room. There in the corner, beside her sewing machine, stood the bicycle, all shining and new. I lost my words and tears well up in my eyes.
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