Malaysia, a Unique Country

     Malaysia is a multiracial country. Malaysia has a population of 23.27 million consisting of 61 percent Malays, 30 percent Chinese, 8 percent Indians and 1 percent of other ethnic groups. Malaysia is unique because of its diversity of races, religions and cultures, the stability of the country and many places of interests. Besides, there are many international achievements which are the pride of our nation.

     Diversity of races, religions and cultures is a significant characteristic of our nation. Malaysia is a multiracial country with a rich cultural heritage. Unique to Malaysia is the 'Open House' concept where during the various cultural and religious festival like Hari Raya, Chinese New Year, Deepavali, Gawai Day and others, friends and families and even strangers would visit the homes of those who are celebrating the festival, to wish them well and enjoy the feast prepared by the hosts. Although the visitors may be from different races, they still can tolerate with each other and live under the same roof where they celebrate the festival together. This will help to strengthen the ties among themselves.

     Moreover, the stability and peacefulness of Malaysia is also a uniqueness of us. We live harmoniously in a country where there are no wars and conflicts among Malaysians. War is dreadful and it may deteriorate humans' lives. We are fortunate that our country is safe and runs off the war. So, people can live safely here. Somehow, Malaysia is a paradise for those Iraqis or Pakistanis. Besides, our country is freed from natural disasters such as earthquakes. Earthquakes may bring death and destroy many buildings. Therefore, Malaysia is unique because of the stability and peaceful environment.

     On top of that, there are many places of interests in country such as beaches, islands and rain forest. Malaysia's rain forest is considered as the oldest in the world. The diverse species of animals and plant life continue to excite a great deal of scientific research. Many believe that some undiscovered plant may hold cures to many currently incurable human diseases. There are many islands in our country such as Pulau Langkawi, Pulau Redang, Pulau Ketam and many others. Pulau Langkawi has a lot of historitical informations. Those who are in favour of history can go there to explore the history of that place. All the beaches in those islands are beautiful. The sand is soft and white. The accommodation is well-established and that makes those islands ideal places to visit.

     Following this, there are also international achievements of our country. Those achievements include the existence of Kuala Lumpur International Airport (KLIA), Formula One (F1) racing circuit and the Petronas Twin Towers. KLIA is unique because it has all that is needed for business, entertainment and relaxation within its boundaries. The airport is part and parcel of the Multimedia Super Corridor where high technology industries are being actively developed. Nevertheless, there is a Formula One Race Track near the airport, so foreign car racing enthusiasts from all over the world can come for a visit to gather here. Besides that, Petronas Twin Towers which is a building that soars 452 metres into the sky is once upon a time, the tallest building in the world and yet it is a national pride to the people of Malaysia.

     In short, Malaysia is unique that it has diversity of races, religions and cultures, a stable and peaceful environment, places of interest and some internal achievements. Those are important characteristic of our nation. It is rich of cultural heritage; it would be worth to play a visit here.

Effects of Television

     People are watching more and more television. As a result, television is having an increasing effect on society. Describe the beneficial and harmful effects of television on society. Then indicate what you believe the role of television should be and why. 

     Television is both beneficial and harmful. Its benefits are many. Firstly, it is an inexpensive form of entertainment. Secondly, it imparts news and information. The many documentaries it carries help to spread knowledge alone, or combined with the video cassette recorder, it is a very effective teaching aid widely used in schools.

     Many people also view it as a curse. Many say it wastes the time of housewives who should     be doing housework. It also wastes the time of children who should be revising their lessons or doing their homework. Many also blame television for spreading undesirable western culture and for     eroding moral values. Furthermore, they think it is a curse to healthy living for it discourages people from actively exercising outdoors. Too much television viewing also spoils one's eyesight.

     Actually, television has more advantages than disadvantages. If we choose the programmes carefully television can give us a lot of benefits. It can do harm only if we watch undesirable programmes.

     The main role of television should be to entertain, to inform and to educate. These are worthwhile objectives. All other objectives are of secondary importance. Television should provide inexpensive, wholesome entertainment to its viewers. This is to help them to relax or to forget life's worries temporarily. It should also inform its viewers about what is happening in their own countries    as well as what is happening in other parts of the world. Television should also impart knowledge to     its viewers. This is to help them to fit better in an increasingly complex world. So, we can see that television, if used wisely, can contribute positively to our lives.

Is a University Education Necessary for Success?

     Parents spend thousands of ringgit and even hundreds of thousands of ringgit for their children to get a university degree. They say that a degree will ensure/ guarantee a brighter future for their children. Is this necessarily true?

     First of all, Let us determine the criterion for judging success. Most parents equate a big income with success. They are not interested in the intellectual, spiritual or aesthetic development brought about by tertiary education. They measure success by the quantity of material rewards they can obtain with a university education. To them the bigger your bank account, house or car, the bigger is your success. So, if we judge success in this materialistic manner, does a tertiary education give/ bring you a bigger income? It is not necessarily so.

     Most successful people do not have/ posses a university degree. In fact, one very big success was a local multi-millionaire who did not even finish his primary education and could just write his name and no other words. It seems that the genius which created the world's most famous computer software and who earns millions of dollars each day did not complete his university studies. In fact, the number of successful people who are non-graduates are too numerous to enumerate. Many successful businessmen and women have not stepped inside a university. Still, they are very successful not only in their business but also other aspects of their lives.

     The truth is if you have a degree, you are less likely to succeed than someone who has none. You will only be thinking of working for others if you are a graduate in a certain discipline. Working for others will earn you only a modest fixed income, say RM2.000 per month or even RM5,000 per month. It is only for the man who does not have a university degree, who is willing to take risks and who wants only to be the boss that the sky is the limit. The world does not belong to graduates who are only thinking of working for others. If a man's success is judged by the size of his income, then the lowly educated hawker is even more successful than a university graduate. While a graduate may earn RM300 a day and think that it is a lot of money, there is one lowly-educated woman selling "pasembur" who earns twice that amount in a single day. In fact, any mildly successful hawker will out-earn a university graduate any time. In one of the local newspapers one day, a university professor wryly observed that the fried "keow teow" seller in his housing estate earned four times what he did!

     From all the above examples, we can clearly see that it is not necessary to have a university education to be successful.

Study Abroad or Locally?

     Some people believe that studying in overseas universities is better than studying in local ones. The first reason they give is that degrees from foreign universities are recognized all over the world while local degrees are not. For example, they say that it is better to get an engineering or medical degree from overseas because the standards in foreign universities are higher. It will be easier for these graduates to get jobs at the more reputable institutions and to ask for higher pay. They also claim that degrees from foreign universities are more prestigious and holders of foreign degrees are highly respected. People who prefer studying overseas also say that foreign universities have a much longer tradition than local universities. They have existed for a long, long time. Who has not heard of Oxford and Cambrige in Britain or the Ivy League universities in the eastern United States such as Cornell, Yale, Harvard, Dartmouth, Brown, the Massahussetts Institute of Technology and the University of Pensylvannia? They all have a reputation for high academic standards and social prestige. Some prefer to study overseas because they are allowed to take courses which they are not allowed to take locally. Another reason they prefer to study overseas is that they will be uisng English in study and this will help them later in their jobs.

     For those who prefer studying locally, the main attraction is the low cost. Studying in Malaysia is much, much cheaper than studying overseas. If one studies locally, one needs to spend only about thirty to forty tousand ringgit whereas one needs to spend a few hundred thousand ringgit if one studies overseas. With the present economic downturn and the drop in the value of the Malaysian ringgit, things are going to be worse. Another advantage is that one need not leave one's country so one can still be close with one's family. Therefore, one would not suffer from homesickness or feel out of place in a strange environment. Degrees from local universities are also recognized worldwide. One would not have any problems when one wants to take an advanced degree or when one wants to work in another country.

     After considering the pros and cons, I think that studying at a local university would be a better choice for me. In the first place, my parents are not rich. They can never afford to sed me to a foreign university. As to finding employment after getting my degree, I think a local degree would suffice as I am never going to work overseas. Since local degrees are also recognized for advanced degrees courses, it is not necessary for me to get an expensive foreign degree. Most importantly, I love my family very much and cannot bear the thought of being far away from them. If I study in a local university, I can be near them.

The benefits of reading

   Jessie, a young primary school girl from Selangor asked her father, "daddy, who is the richest man in the world, today?" "Em, I think it's Bill Gates, my dear," answered Jonathan, her father. "Ha ha, you're wrong. Its Carlos Slim Helu, a Mexican telecommunication tycoon. I just read an article about him in today's publication of the Star!" From this scenario, we can conclude that reading does widen one's knowledge regardless of age. In a recent survey conducted by one of the local daily, it is stated that the popularity of reading among the Malaysian community especially teenagers has been reducing gradually over the decades. However, to revive the reading habit among our loved ones, the Ministry of Education has published the benefits one would enjoy by reading.
   We cannot deny the fact that reading would definitely improve one's knowledge. We can emend our general knowledge by reading the local dailies, encyclopedia, newsletters and may other reading materials. If we constantly read, we will be educated on all varsities of subjects, be it history, politics, sports, religions, businesses and other pivotal issues. It is never too late to read. Anyone can grab the newspapers instantly and read if he or she wishes to widen their general knowledge. For instance, the famous television series, "Are you smarter than A Fifth Grader", clearly depicts on how well educated the young ones are.
   If we question our English Language teacher on the ways to improve the proficiency of our language, the obvious reply would be reading. We cannot deny the fact that reading is one of the prime ways to improve the fluency and competency of any language be it English, Malay, Mandarin, Tamil and others. Reading would be also emend the grammar and the sentence structures in our verbal as well as our written communication. As such, we can avoid wasting hundreds of ringgits attending courses in language centres such as Cambridge to improve the proficiency of our English language. Besides, by improving the command of English language, it would be easier for we to continue our tertiary education in world renowned universities such as Oxford, Cambridge and Howard. Everyone should understand that it would be impossible to pursue our undergraduate studies without obtaining good grades in our local examination such as SPM. The only way to pass our examination would be to read extensively and to have good understanding of our lessons. This clearly indicates the importance of reading.
   Not withstanding, reading will educate one's self on the latest issues that is happening in the country. The prime example is reading the local daily. By reading the local dailies such as The Star, Berita Harian, News Straits Time and Mandarin as well as Tamil dailies, we will know the latest cabinet line-up issues about National Reconciliation, and other political issues. It also enabled us to discover the happenings in the music industry, entertainment and also the natural disaster, precarious maladies and civil wars which would prevent us from visiting such areas.
   Apart from that, reading holy scriptures such as bible, Quran, Bhagarad Gita and other religious books, we can learn and practise the religious principals that would strengthen us to resist the temptations of our evil desires to ensure a safe and a peaceful environment. It also enables us to respect those from other religions which is essential to promote unity in our multiracial and multi religious nation. In addition, reading also helps us to motivate ourselves. When we are frustrated and demotivated by failures, we can read motivational books written by motivational gurus such as Bob Practor, Anthony Robbins and local authors as well. Reading these materials would help us to identify our hidden talents and inspire us to overcome our failure to excel in our lives.
   In a nutshell, no one can judge the benefits of reading. It is only up to an individual to make full use of the habit of reading to improve the quality of his of her life. Thus, every responsible individual in our nation should start reading to stay competitive in today's era of globalisation where people are judged by their knowledge which brings wealth and fame. If not, achieving the goals of vision 2020 would become an herculean task. Remember, knowledge is wealth. Let's not procrastinate in just opening a book to read.

Sympathy

   "She was behaving as if she was the best in the entire universe. It's all your fault, May! You should have defeated her but you didn't, only God knows why!" I stood speechless for a moment and I uttered, "she did her best, she deserve it", I confessed. I was trying to defend Jessie but my attempts were futile as my best friend Tina was telling the truth. No amount of cajoling would keep her quiet. I remembered the day which had influenced my thoughts and my acts.
   It was a salubrious afternoon, the shrill ringing of the school bell pierced through the air signalling the end of English lesson. "Class, that's all for today. May and Jessie, don't forget that your contest is just around the corner. This contest is crucial for both of you, be prepared!" Miss Lee said before she left. Although I felt hurt initially, I knew the competition rivalry was setting into her.
   I started ballet when I was four years old and it became my life ever since then. With the Almighty's blessings, I started to excel in ballet as I was victorious in most of the competition that I participated. However, things became challenging when Jessie moved into my school. Jessie who had been the state champion for Penang ballet competition for four continuous years made me to burn the midnight oil to retain my title of being the Selangor state champion for the last three years. Although, she had a good reputation in the world of ballet, in my school she was least preferred by the students. She was considered to be a very arrogant and a self centered girl as she never really associated with everyone. She just kept herself to a few girls who were from wealthy families as she was from a very wealthy family as well. Nevertheless she was quite famous, in fact very famous among the boys as she was super pretty. As a matter of fact, a few girls including me were jealous over her. She had a pair of sparkling azure blue eyes, with fluttering eyelashes, aquiline nose, thin rosy lips which was complemented by her milky hue complexion. Her lustrous brunette hair and her shapely body gave her all the reasons to be proud and snobbish. 
   It was the first time Jessie and I would be competing for the Selangor state's championship. She was very confident that she would emerge as champion as she though she was better than me. Not wanting to be over confident, I was practising day and night two weeks before the competition. Two days before the competition after my training session, I walked to my father's clinic as my ballet training centre was only a stone's throw away from my father's clinic. It was then I saw Jessie walking out from my father's clinic. I could no approach her as she never saw me and left before my arrive.
   Feeling anxious I held on to my patience and waited for my father to attend to his patients. Then, I asked my father about Jessie's presence. I was shocked when my father said that she was going to be blind very soon as she was suffering from glaucoma. When I asked him whether she knew about her disability, he said she doesn't know as her parents did not want to reveal her disability to her as they wanted her to be happy as long as she could enjoy her vision. My father who was a well known ophthamologist said she would be blind within the next three months. A melancholic mood took control of me and my eyes glistered with tears.
    Eventually the big day arrived and my parents accompanied me to the hall. My parents knew it was going to be another day of glory for me. I could see many other parents congratulating my parents as they were confident of my victory. It was then Jessie walked in with her parents which caught both my father's and my attention. I ran to my parents and told them everything about Jessie. They were flabbergasted. The bell rang and the emcee called Jessie to the stage. She performed well but my parents and my ballet teacher knew she was no match for my graceful movements. All the other contestants performed well but they were no match for Jessie. She was rather swollen with pride. I knew I was the only one who could humble her pride an I had made my decision.
   As my name was called, I stepped onto the stage which was accompanied by a great applause from the audience and my well wishes. The melodious music started and I looked at my teacher who was smiling encouragingly at me. I felt guilty. As I dance, the smile disappeared from my teacher's face as she wondered why I made so many unforced error. When I had finished dancing, there was a polite applause which I had never received in the past three years. Then I walked to the backstage where all the ballerinas were waiting anxiously. They were apprehensive but I stayed calm. When the results were announced, Jessie was declared the winner and I was the runner up. Although, I felt sad, I rejoiced when I saw Jessie and her family were celebrating her victory. Tears sprang from my eyes but I controlled myself. My father came up to me and gave me a hug which I was not expecting. "Honey, you have been so strong to make such a heart breaking sacrifice. She was not the champion but you made her one. I am really proud of you my dear. Today, you are a champion in God's eyes." I felt an immerse relieve and comfort and I realised that every word he said was true.

Ghost Hunting

   With Halloween fast approaching I began to wonder what the fascination was with not only the holiday but also with the idea of spirits and ghosts. I asked a few friends of mine that just told me they liked the idea of being scared with the haunted house that pop up at this time of year. “Some spirits remain at or near the site of their death, especially if it was sudden and unexpected.  They remain confused and don't know or accept that they have died.  These spirits remain in the area and try to make contact with anyone that passes by that is sensitive to spirits.”  I thought this was intriguing since I did not really believe that there are such things as spirits and ghosts.
  Due to that, I decided that I would try to find out why people believe this and if there was something that I was missing out on. My first stop is to check the internet; surely there is someone here in Boise that goes out looking for these spirits. When I Googled “ghost hunting in Idaho” one of the first sites listed is a group by the name of Idaho Spirit Seekers. I decided to check out the website and see what it was all about. On first glance it was just your average discussion board, when I looked further I found many articles on different paranormal topics. I noticed a section labeled investigations, I clicked on it, and they had listed investigations dating back to 2004. I checked out some of them and found that this group didn’t seem to jump at every little noise and they also didn’t say that the place was haunted just because the resident said things were going bump in the night. Ok, well I thought I would contact this group and find out if they would be willing to talk to me and tell me what it is about ghosts that make people want to find them. After looking on this website I found the directors name and sent an email to her. She emailed back that day and said that she would be glad to talk to me and also invited me to come to a meeting, which happened to be that weekend. I thought that this would be a good way to talk to many different members of the group and said that I would be happy to attend.
   Saturday, the day of the meeting, Marie, the director, emailed me the address and time of the meeting. I decided it would be a good idea to show up a little early, get a look around before the meeting started. The building that the meeting is held in very plain, just a tan with a red stripe all the way across all three buildings, they were laid out in an “L” shape with a big parking lot. The parking lot was pretty empty, just a few cars, but one vehicle had a distinctive TAPS logo on it. With my research on the website of this group I did find that the Idaho Spirit Seekers are a TAPS family member. TAPS is the team on the show “Ghost Hunters”; I had watched that show a couple times but didn’t really believe a whole lot of what they were saying. Of course, I didn’t understand a whole lot of what they were saying either. But I knew I was in the right place.
   I was told that the meeting was held in the east building, in the middle set of doors. When I went into the building there were no signs showing that this group belonged in there at all. I wondered if there was an issue with the landlord having a ghost hunting group in their building. The only way that I knew where this meeting was is by the sound of voices coming from down the hallway. I couldn’t tell if these were angry voices or just a lot of people trying to talk at once. I was beginning to wonder what I had gotten myself into, especially if these are angry voices. Finally I decided that I would just take a chance and knock on the door, about a half dozen voices yelled “Come on in!” I walked in and was greeted by about a dozen people with a warm hello and a couple handshakes. “You must be our visitor” One person said. “I am Marie, make yourself at home.
   I looked around the room, it was about the size of a small bedroom suite, sure I thought where in the heck do I sit. There didn’t appear to be anywhere to sit, someone motioned in the corner of the room that there was a chair beside them. I sat down and looked around, in one corner was a bookshelf full of books, I strained to see some of the titles on the shelves. They all had something to do with haunting. Haunted hotels, haunted historic sites, haunted toys, haunted homes, they all seemed to be true stories too. Behind me there was some electronic equipment, televisions, VCR’s, DVD players, a DVD recorder, there were also some strange looking small handheld electric machines. I found out later that these were EMF detectors; EMF is Electro Magnetic Field, EMF “measures low level electromagnetic fields. It’s used with the assumption that ghost activity causes a higher than average reading of electromagnetic energy. However, ghost hunters recognize that EMF’s don’t always detect ghosts and that not all EMF readings are paranormal.
   There were also voice recorders and digital thermometers as well as a few digital cameras. There is along one wall a table set up with various sizes of candles, in the middle of the room is two tables put together that the team members were all sitting at. It seems to me that this room is only barely capable of holding the entire group. I did learn during the course of the meeting that this was not the whole group just a portion of it. I can’t imagine the entire group being in this little room if this is only part of them. I was told that if I had any questions to go ahead and ask. I could tell that the meeting had already started and that I was the only visitor to show up for this particular meeting. Marie continued talking to the group about the investigation that night, she told me that some of the team members where wearing the black shirt because they were to be going on the investigation and that this was their uniform. They were wearing black t-shirts with the groups’ logo on the right side; the back of the shirt had a larger logo. The investigation is at a private residence and I was told that I was not to disclose the location at the owners’ request. In my research I found that there are three basic types of haunting, “The first of these we may descriptively refer to as an “intelligent” or a “human” type of haunting. In these manifestations, the entity or entities encountered seem to possess human personalities and emotions, albeit in a limited scope. They may at times appear visually in human forms, and are responsive to changes in the external conditions.” 
   The other two types are residual, which means its like a tape being played over and over, usually at the same time of day and doing the same thing, the other is demonic, I feel no explanation is needed on this one   Marie began by handing out assignments for the investigation, who was going to be doing what. I noticed that Maries husband is also on the team and was going to be their technical person for the night. Other members where assigned the voice recorders, EMF meters, or cameras. I asked her how these people were chosen for their particular assignments, if they were specially trained to be using the equipment. She told me that most people got on the job training for some of the equipment like the EMF meters, but the rest was mostly easy equipment to use and there was really no training needed. Marie continued instructing people what was expected of each of them and it surprised me that no one really said much just listened and shook their heads a couple took notes. Everyone seemed to already know what she was telling them, it made me wonder why she was telling them what they already knew. The next order of business was the Seminar that they apparently just held in September. Marie was saying that the number of attendees was a little disappointing but that there would be another one next year, the venue was going to change and things that didn’t work this year would be switched up and would be better next year. There were a few people that had some suggestions for the seminar that included vendors, speakers, and something about having lunch catered instead of the way it was held this year. It seemed to me that several of the members, including Marie were very passionate about this seminar and the success of it.
    asked Marie why this was so important to the team; she told me that this was what they were here to do, to educate the public about the paranormal. At that point the meeting was wrapped up and everyone started to leave, I asked a member if I could ask a few questions; I wondered why Marie was explaining what was expected of each team member when it seemed that they already knew what she was telling them. She told me that it is very important that each team member understand exactly what it is that needs to get done. Each member should have a working knowledge of each aspect of the investigation, which is in case someone is unable to make the investigation we always have someone that knows how to do each job. I found this time a good opportunity to ask a few questions. The first one I wanted to know is what kind of people join the group? “We have many different types of people in our group. There are people who are skeptics and there are believers, there are many different religions in our group, from Mormons to Wiccans and we all get along great.” I also wondered about any rules or rituals that the group has. “We have several rules that must be followed. We have a confidentiality rule; we are not to give any information about an investigation to the public unless we have a written release by the owner. When on an investigation we all have our own jobs to do as far as setting up equipment…..” “We are not to whisper during an investigation….we are never to wander off alone; this is not because we think the ghosts will hurt us…this is because we could trip over something and if your alone no one can go get you help” As far as rituals, this is what I was told; “We don’t have a group ritual that we do, basically that is left up to the individual since we all have our own religious believes.” After talking with this group member, I was approached by Marie and asked if I would like to join them on the night’s investigation. 
   After hesitating for only a moment I agreed, but was a little nervous about what the night was going to hold. I was a little unsure because if ghosts do exist, is there a chance that I or anyone on the team could get hurt? When I asked I was assured that I and the rest of the group would be fine that no harm would come to us even if we “saw” a ghost. “A ghost is not capable of physically hurting a living person simply because they do operate on a different plain of existence. They do not have as solid a physical state as we do; while they may manifest themselves in a way we may recognize in terms of dress and mannerisms, the image is one that has no actual physical substance. (Oliver)   I watched as the group began loading the equipment into the van, I was able to grab another group member to ask what kind of equipment it was that they were loading? I was told “we have a DVR (digital Video recorder) system. This is a video recorder that includes 4 cameras that we can watch at one time on the laptop. A laptop, digital cameras, digital voice recorders, EMF detectors (Electro Magnetic Field), digital thermometers, flashlights, and lots and lots of batteries are also included in our equipment.” Finally we were on our way to the investigation, there were three vehicles heading that way with a total of 7 investigators from the group.
   As we arrived at our destination, I noticed that the team started getting equipment out of the vehicles and started into the building. They got to the room that was going to be what they called “base” and began to set the equipment up. It all happened just like Marie had said at the meeting, each person with their own task to accomplish and getting it done without much trouble at all. Once the equipment was set up and ready to go, they began to get into separate groups. One group was instructed to go to one floor and investigate while another group went to another floor for the same purpose and two people were left at base to watch the DVR system. The group that I was in had two other group members in it, we were to go to the first floor and see what we could find. They asked me to hold the digital recorder so that we could try to get some EVP’s. EVP stands for Electronic Voice Phenomenon; voices caught on recording devices such as tape recorders. I found that there are several things to remember when trying to do an EVP session.   “Spacing the questions, very important for everybody.  A minimum time between questions should be at least 20 seconds, or even 30 seconds.  Sometimes answers get stepped on by other questions, and a majority of the good EVPs I have heard seem to come 15-20 seconds after the question has been asked.” 
   here are several others, but this one I found is the most important. Several questions were asked like, “What’s your name?”   and “Do you like it here?” I didn’t hear anything but neither did anyone else. I was told that they listen to these tapes at a later time to determine if anything answered us.   After we were done asking questions we moved on. We started walking down a hallway and one of my group members started taking pictures, he was taking them pretty quickly hoping to catch something in one of the pictures. He showed me one that he took that had an orb in it. I thought it looked like a pretty good orb and I always thought that was a sign of ghost energy. He told me that it was actually dust. Apparently this is a very highly debated topic among ghost hunters. The orb is described by novice hunters as ghost energy or presence, when experienced hunters know that most of the time it is just dust or moisture in the air. I was curious as to how the digital thermometer was used and why, I asked the group member that was holding the thermometer and was told that some believe that ghosts draw their energy from their surroundings. “Measuring temperature changes can help us determine whether the cold spots are physical or only within our subjective perceptions”. 
   Soon it was time for us to switch floors with the other group, we met up in the room used for base and a few of the members stepped outside to get some air and take a break. I decided this was a good opportunity to ask a couple more questions. How many times during the month do they get together and have an investigation and how do they know where the haunted places are? “We have Friday and Saturday nights open for investigations to be scheduled. Usually the home owner or business owner contacts us by email, we conduct an interview with them to find out what it is that is happening and from there we will schedule the investigation” I did have one more question that I wanted to ask. What is the one thing that they were most looking for on an investigation? The Holy Grail you might say? I was told by all of the group members standing there with me that the one thing that they would most like to see is a full body apparition and the ability to have that image on camera. “In the larger scheme of paranormal investigation, full-bodied spirits don't appear all that often - but they certainly do appear”
   We decided it was time to return to the investigation and went back inside. The teams switched floors and began the whole process over, asking EVP questions and taking pictures. We were there for a total of about 3 hours and never once did I see or hear anything out of the ordinary except for the lights being out the whole time. I asked when they would know if they did get anything on the tapes or video or pictures. I was told that it would probably be a week before they would be able to get through all the evidence. I was given a ride back to my car that I had left at the office and then said my goodbyes and headed home. Marie called me about 5 days later and told me that there was nothing on any of the recorders or video. The only thing that the digital cameras got was a few orbs. I really enjoyed my time on this investigation with the group but I still hold to my beliefs that I do not believe in ghosts.

Scary Bus

The chic black sky was star-dusted with glittering stars speckled all over. A slim crescent dangled amidst the stars, emitting an enthralling pearly glow. Wisps of slivery clouds waltzed across the sky as the chilly night breeze howled softly. Twenty minutes later, the bus had arrived. It was midnight and I’m the only passenger in the bus. Before I step in to the bus, I witnessed the number of the bus. Its number was `888’, what a lucky number, I thought. I looked out of the window, the night sky was simply picturesque. It was a sight to behold. Soon, my eyelids started to feel very heavy and the stars started to swim in front of me. Unconsciously, I just drifted off to slumber land.

  “EUGEEEEEEEENE! EUGEEEEEENE!” a shrill scream woke me up from my sweet dream. “What the……” before the vulgar word came out from my mouth, I witnessed a scene that will only be in horror movies. The driver’s head rolled off his neck, bounced off his shoulder and landed on the floor between my feet. “EUGEEEEEEENE! EUGEEEEEENE!” the scream continues. My face turned pallid and became a colourless mask. To add to the unfortunate situation I was in, the bus accelerates and the steering wheel was turning from left to right, right to left, ALL BY ITSELF!

  Within a second, the bus was full of passenger which wasn’t human species. “I want to go home!” I wailed. One of them that I witnessed was a jelly like person which was fully covered by cockroaches. “What in the world is this”, however, this isn’t the right time for me to think about something like that but to escape from this bus immediately. Help! Help! Help! When I tried to scream towards outside for help, then only I realized that we are not on the land but floating above the clouds.

  “Arrrrrrrrg” scream of disappointment came out of my throat. “First time hah?” a pig headed bear body thing talks to me. I tried to look away from his pig looked face and asked, “What do you mean by first time?” My fear decreases as his face looks funny. The thing answered, “We had been here for a long time ago, and you are not only one who witnessed all this, however this will also be your last time as no human ever success escaping from this bus. “……”

  “Time to say goodbye, human” the pig looked thing said it with an evil smile. He took an axe from nowhere and swings it down from my head. I tried to avoid, but it was just too sudden. Why is this happening to me? Why?  “Sir! Sir! Sir!” I slowly opened my eyes. The bus driver stood in front of me. “Where am I?” I asked softly. “We are at the last station” the driver replied politely. Human driver?  Am I dead? I quickly check all parts of my body. There is not even a scratch on my body. “Thanks GOD, it was just a nightmare.” What make it worse is that the driver said that this is the last bus and I need to wait till next morning to get a bus back home. “Oh my God, why……”        

  

Nightmare

   Thick purplish clouds fitted across the raven black sky, splitting the slender crescent moon into halves. The dissonance of bustling traffic soon slowed to a dwindle as night set in, punctuated only by the occasional honking. “Good bye Jack! See you soon!” I shouted loudly against the howling wind. Not wanting to miss the last bus, I quickly dash to a bus stop which held across the road. Twenty minutes later, the bus had arrived. However, the driver refused to drive in as I was his last passenger.

  Not wanting to argue with him, I got angrily. Only at that point, I realized that I would have to walk in at least four miles into my housing area. To add to the unfortunate situation I was in, I had to walk along a lonely stretch of road which is surrounded by Chinese cemetery! Well, it was no use lamenting hence, I buttoned up my jacket and started walking briskly down the lane. As I was passing by the cemetery, a soft shrill scream came to my ear endlessly.

  I increased my speed. Cold sweat dripped from my forehead. In spite of the fear that had begun tugging at my heart, I tried to remain calm. The atmosphere had become really silent, except for the sound of my heart beating fast. Without my noticed, a weathered grave appeared in front of me from nowhere. My heart beat increased all of a sudden and like going to explode in any seconds.

  I calmed myself and peered at the granite headstone where I nearly made out illegible words, `Jenny Melon Queen’. I remembered the name and her tragic death. She was a charming young lady in the bloom of her youth. She possessed all the qualities a woman wants. She had a flawless skin and a milky hue complexion, complemented with a pair of sparkling almond shaped eyes. Moreover, her long silky brunette hair and her shapely body penetrated every men’s hearts in the residential estate. Unfortunately, her beauty doomed her.

  One night, she was gang raped by a group of lecherous youths who supposed to be her neighbours. After that, she was brutally murdered. She was strangled and her beautiful features were disfigured by the youths continuous battering. After a few days, her decomposed remains were discovered in a nearby river bank by the police officers. When I tried to leave the grave, a lanky and a grotesque figure emerged before my wary eyes. Before my scream, the ladylike figure choked me and pierced her razor sharp nails into my abdomen before wrenching its contents out. I witnessed my intestine being pulled and went black out.

  “Adam! Adam! Wake up Adam!” I slowly opened my eyes and my father was in my sight. “Morning dad”, until then, I noticed that I was lying down on a grave which its owner is `Jenny Melon Queen’. Fear filled my heart, I quickly move myself away from the weathered grave. “Son, what are you doing at the cemetery the whole night?” my father asked full of questions in his mind. “……” I immediately checked my body, luckily my body was normal as usual. “What actually happens yesterday?” I asked myself.    

A bad mistake

  I was 15 then, when I was head over heels for a lass from my school. May caught my attention when she walked into the classroom for the first time. She had a pair of light blue sparkling eyes, an aquiline nose, rosy lips which were complemented by her milky hue complexion. Moreover, her long silky brunette hair and her shapely body made her a must to date girl for every guy in my school, including my best friend, Keat. 

  Nevertheless, knowing how I felt about May, Keat lost interest in her and promised to help me instead. Heeding to his idea, I wrote a letter to express my feelings for May. As Valentine's Day was around the corner, Keat suggested it would be the most ideal day for me to hand over this letter to her.

  On Valentine's morning, I got up early and stepped out of my house. As I was strolling towards my school, I witnesses one of the most beautiful morning in my life. I saw the majestic ball of fire made its dramatic entrance, casting its brilliant rays across the sky, signalling the start of a brand new day. The scene was complemented by the melodian, chirping of birds and the overpowering scent of flower which was blown by the refreshing and chilly morning breeze. It was the, I witnessed the scene that I should never seen.

  I saw May sitting at the bus stop with Keat. I couldn't see their faces as I was behind them but I clearly saw Keat put his arm around her shoulders. Anger vibrated from every vein in my body as my heartbeat worked into a frenzy with my rising blood pressure. "How could he, my best friend, betray me like that?"

  I was so hurt, it was like a stake in my heart, pitting me into a deep dark well of wretchedness. Not wanting to be seen, I quickly turned and walked back towards my school. Still seething, I decided that I was going to make him pay for it.

  Just at that moment, I saw Keat's elder brother Jack coming in my direction. "Have you seen Keat anywhere? Our mom is getting impatient waiting at the car park," he asked. With venom in my voice, I replied, "He was at the bus stop with his girlfriend." Without waiting, I quickly walked away from the puzzled Jack. Serves Keat right, I thought, as I was sure he was going to get into trouble with both his elder brother and mother.

  The next day, I met Keat at school but both of us were very cold to each other and did not speak at all. I was still angry and expecting him to come up with some kind of apology but he seemed equally angry and stubborn. We were both at the same tuition centre that evening and I noticed that May was not there. As the science teacher Miss Jojo walked in, she looked very sad. "Class, some of you may not have heard the news, but Keat informed me earlier that May's father passed away in an accident yesterday. Please be extra kind to her and visit her if you can," she said.

  Just then I felt a lump in my throat. What a mean, irrational person I had been. I tried to catch Keat's eyes but he refused to look at me. Oh, what a bad mistake I had made and I regret it to this day.

Birthday

  It's my birthday today. I have lost count of how many birthdays have passed, but I still keep my tradition. I climb to the top of the nearby hill, bringing a handful of dirt with me. I press it into the ground. Then, I sit down to prepare my mind for my next annual rite: reminding myself of who I am and why I am living.

I made this hill, actually, and I'm still building it up. I started on my tenth birthday. Now, the hill is large enough for me to ski down each winter. In a world where people stay young forever, persistence pays.

  Persistence was what led Dr Syue Cano to discover the secret of eternal youth. At the age of eighty-four, he identified the gene that causes humans to age and the specific radiation that destroys it. No one will know whether he detonated his "Youth" bomb for the sake of his own immortality or for the sake of the other human beings in the world. However, his defective heart could not withstand the impact of the blast. He died the instant the bomb exploded.

  Mankind will always be grateful for the discovery to which Dr Cano dedicated his life. However, he left the world with one problem: the earth's limited natural resources. Even with plant growth accelerated by scientific wizardry, food and oxygen were becoming inadequate for the world population, which only kept booming.

  Some subtractions were necessary for the survival of the human species. The only solution was to remove some of the people by unnatural means, that is, to execute them. Thus, this was why all crimes were made punishable by execution: murder, theft, adultery, slander, hoarding of food... the list is very long. This was the only way to maintain the valance of nature.

  That's where I come in. I am an Executioner. I work alone, never considering the risk. People say I have a death wish. Perhaps I do. Certainly, yesterday's job was no waltz in the park.

Rob Tao was suspected of stealing and hoarding food. My job was to check this out. As always, I was to be detective, judge, jury and executioner.

  I had enough stealth technology to break into Tao's compound undetected. To get into the house was also a cinch. My vibra-blade cut through the wall like it was butter. In the house, my Arometer detected food, lots of it. I went down corridor after corridor, following the bleeps of light on my Arometer.

The signals went wild outside one closed door. There was a lot of human activity inside, judging by my HUO sensors. I primed a grenade and opened the door just a crack -- enough to see whom I would be executing.

Then I deprimed the grenade. Sitting there were thousands of children. Rob Tao stood amongst them, holding a huge pot of steaming mush. He smiled at me, seemingly unperturbed.

"You're feeding all these children?" I asked, flabbergasted.

"Yes," he replied quietly.

"How do you get so much food? I'm sure you steal it," I said.

"Yes, I do. Going to execute me?" Still that gentle smile. Sitting here now, on my hill, I don't understand why I just walked out. I had no excuse for letting him get away with his crime. It was not my decision to make. Yet... I can't remember what I'm killing for; can't remember what I'm living for.

The fright

  Far up in the mountains of Canada, there is an old abandoned log cabin. Once it was occupied by a young couple who wanted to distance themselves from the chaos of this modern world. Here they were miles away from the nearest town. Bob, the husband, made the occasional trip into town to buy supplies whereas Jan, his wife, spent her free time by the fire, sewing. Their life was simply idyllic.

  Then, one midwinter's day, Jan woke up from bed with a strange ache in her bones. Putting it down to overwork, Bob shooed her to bed and made sure she rested. Though Jan was impatient to get to her chores, Bob soothed her, "Relax, Sugar. You're overdoing things. All these chores will be here when you recover."

However, Jan seemed to be getting worse instead of recovering. By evening, she was running a high fever and in greater pain. In spite of his best efforts, Bob could not manage to ease her suffering. And then suddenly, she started to lapse into unconsciousness.

  It was then obvious that she was seriously ill. What could Bob do? He had no experience in treating the sick and Jan was getting worse by the minute. He knew that there was an old doctor in town but he lived three miles away, downhill. Pot-bellied and obese, there was no way the doctor could make it up to their cabin.

  Something had to be done quickly! Bob racked his brains but to no avail. The only thing left to do was to go to the doctor. In Jan's condition, she could never walk that far in the waist-deep snow. Bob would have to carry her!

  Bob searched his mind for a way to move poor, sick Jan. Then, he remembered. He had once made a sledge so that they could ride together over the mountain. They never got around to using it though, because the whole mountain was thickly covered with rocks and trees. He had never found a safe way down, not even once.

  "Well," he thought, "looks like I'm going to have to try it anyhow," as he dug out the sledge from the storeroom. "Jan may die unless I get her to the doctor, and life means nothing to me without her." With this thought in mind, Bob gently tucked Jan into the sledge, got in the front, and with a short prayer for safety, pushed off.

  How they got through that ride alive, Bob has never figured out. As trees loomed up in front of him and just as quickly whizzed by his side, close enough to touch, he felt relieved that Jan was not awake to experience the ride. It was all he could do not to scream as collision seemed imminent, time and again, with only inches to spare.

  At last, bursting from the mountainside, the town came into view. Barely slowing down, they sped through the icy streets, only losing speed as they neared the doctor's house. The sledge, battered through the journey, collapsed in the left ski as it came to a halt, spilling out its occupants. Bob picked up his Jan and made his way into the doctor's house.

  After what seemed to be a long winter, Jan recovered fully from her illness but Bob never recovered from his fright. They moved into the little town so as to be near help in times of crisis, and have lived there ever since.

Wonderful holiday

  The journey by bus to our destination was absolutely agonizing. The hot humid weather, coupled with the dry, dusty wind from the north, made us flinch and fret in our hard seats. Apart from scenic little villages, scattered along the roads, the views were a far cry from what we had expected seen in our very, beloved country. Still, what had we expected? The whole purpose was to observe, experience and learn life as well as nature in abundance, not to witness sophisticated urbanization.

  As the bus turned into the vicinity of the jungle-resort area, we held our breath. Nothing at all prepared us for the excitement nor magnificence that awaited us.

  The wooden chalets were built right in the middle of a dense jungle. Our warm and friendly Malaysian guides informed us that we were at the foot of a forested mountain range, the great Mount Kinabalu. The whole resort area offered its guests, an unrivalled opportunity to enjoy one of the most stunning locations in Asia. Remote and private, far from hustle and the bustle of the city life, the resort was equipped with modern facilities and security.

  We were immediately settled in and were offered welcome drinks and local fruits. While we watched in absolute delight Sabahans performing their local native dance, all around us were filled with the natural sound of nature. Chirping birds and crickets accompanied the dances. On the trees, there were the long nosed, pot bellied proboscis monkeys, jumping from the branches. They were amazingly trusting and friendly. Sabah's rainforest is situated on the plains of the Kinabatangan river and we were told that the Orang Utans would roam freely and that we could observe them from a close distance. The tourists groups who came with us seemed absolutely delighted at the idea.

  That night, we sat and ate to our heart's content, varieties of Malaysian delicacies and desserts. Perhaps, it was the refreshing and natural atmosphere, but we ate like there was no tomorrow, everything and anything that was served.

  Our first few mornings and afternoon were filled with hiking activities. There were so many wonderment of life that we could not pause to rest. Malaysia's flora and fauna is one of the most rare and unique in the world that we did not want to waste a single minute getting acquainted with them. From our hikes, we took photographs of swiflets making edible nests from high tree tops and how Orang Utans ate from our hands. Later, in the evenings, when the sun sets its glorious light, we ventured out into the beach where we strolled along on its sandy white sands, feeling the cool waters at our feet.

  Perhaps, in our memories, one picturesque image settles. We had seen a huge waterfall in the depth of the jungle during one hiking trip. Hundreds of feet above huge boulders and smooth rocks, falling in rushes into little streams down below, was the most amazing waterfall. Its crystal clear water gush down in strange flowing motion, reflecting multi-coloured lights and shades. Hearing the sound of water gushing eased the tired mind and brought deep solace and tranquility to us. We hoped that we would be able to relive this grand experience once more soon.

Ways to improve tourism in malaysia

  Malaysia is a magnificent holiday destination that boasts many different types of getaway ideas, from the tropical beaches of Terengganu to the historical sites of Malaka and the cool highlands in Sarawak. Tourism is fast becoming a major revenue for our country and Malaysians as a whole should rise to the challenge of putting Malaysia on the map of becoming one of the top holiday destinations in the world. To achieve this there should be a collective effort from all, be it the government departments responsible, the public sectors, the NGO's and most ofall from us Malaysians.
  The first step in putting Malaysia on the map is to open up more channels for others to get know our beautiful country. More dynamic steps need to be taken by the government to showcase Malaysia to other foreign countries. The internet could be used to reach numerous target groups from all over the world. It could help to introduce the many different products and attractions that are offered, to whet the appetites of tourists, which will ultimately spur them on to come and visit our country. Special websites could be set up with the sole purpose of informing about what our country has to offer and very soon we would see that all eyes would be on Malaysia.
  The next step towards boosting tourism in Malaysia is to ensure that we as Malaysians are able to deliver the goods as promised. At the top of the list would be to make Malaysia a clean and safe place to visit. No one wants to spend their hard earned money in a place where their lives and the lives of their loved ones would be under potential threat. Neither do they want to spend time in a place where hygiene is compromised and litter is seen all over the place. A more concerted effort should therefore be taken to curb crime rates so that tourists are able to go about town unharmed and feel at ease when they need to use the toilets as they are always kept clean.
  In conclusion, in order to increase tourism in Malaysia there needs to be a more sincere effort from all of us. In the spirit of  one Malaysia we should first of all feel proud to be Malaysian and count our blessings for the freedom and peace that we so often take for granted. Only then would we feel delighted to see others coming to our country to enjoy what we have and at the same time bring along returns which in the long run benefits us all.

Sea pollutions

    Water pollution is a problem that effects all living things. Every living organism on the earth needs water to survive. When the water is polluted, it not only effects the plants and animals, it harms people. Taking care of this planet's water is very important to the short term and long term survival of living things. The oceans are constantly being polluted by individuals and many industries. These waters must be cleaned up before the costs are too great and the damages beyond repair. Action to clean up the Earth's water supply is long over due. People in all countries must begin to take action. Plans must be made to rid the waters of pollution, and prevent any further destruction of the only source of water that the earth has. The actions taken will not only make the planet safer and cleaner for now, but for generations to come.
    For years, the world has thought the oceans are much too big to be effected by human action. The idea that the ocean is indestructible has met its end. Peter Weber a Research Associate at the Worldwatch Institute says, "Today, with technologies that allow us to penetrate the salt water depths, we have discovered that despite their size and imperturbable appearance, the oceans are vulnerable to the same unsustainable trends that are degrading the terrestrial environment.". The oceans are one of the most important natural resources on the planet. Many plants, fish, and mammals have made the ocean their home. Much of the world's human population depends a great deal on the ocean for their own food or to make a living. Because of the importance for the ocean, it must be taken care of to insure a future for a clean planet. Right now, the oceans are facing destruction. Each day new pollutants find their way into the ocean's waters. The pollutants that contaminate the ocean take many forms. Each year millions of gallons of oil are put into the ocean. Toxic materials are dumped into the oceans and add up to deadly proportions. Tons of trash such as plastics and paper are pulled out of the ocean each day. This trash contaminates the water and causes many deaths of marine animals.
    Everyone on the planet has polluted the oceans one way or another. Factories that are in various industries make an enormous contribution to ocean pollution. These factories use unbelievable amounts of water to make their products. The Natural Resource Defense Council says, "More than four out of every ten gallons of water used in the US are used for industrial purposes." A large amount of this water is dumped back into the oceans. This water is usually not clean, and may contain thousands of different chemicals. When this happens it can kill marine life, contaminate food supplies, and endanger people who use waters for fishing, swimming, or drinking. Water is also dumped back into the oceans by power plants who use it to cool reactors. This water is placed back into the oceans at high temperatures. Dumping water at these high temperatures causes a disruption in the marine environment. According to the book by Peter Weber, "The water from power plants kills coral and other temperature related species." Many harmful airborne particles also pollute oceans. Exhaust from cars and factories, and chemicals like pesticides are carried into the atmosphere through vaporization. When it rains, many of these chemicals fall into the ocean. H.L. Windom says, "Up to 25% of the annual DDT production was rained out into the worlds oceans." One of the most harmful pollutants is oil. Gallons and gallons of oil are dumped, leaked, or seeped into the ocean each year.
    Contaminating the oceans will damage every living thing in one way or another. Deadly chemicals and radioactive materials get into the oceans and cause serious damages. One of the most deadly of all the toxins that enter the ocean is oil. According to the Worldwatch institute, "Low-level oil contamination can kill larvae and cause disease in marine life." The oil can coat marine animals and cause death. Many animals also ingest the oil. Marine life is effected by all of the pollutants, not just oil. For instance plastics are also a big killer of marine life. Researcher, Peter Weber, claims that, "Plastics entangle marine life or is mistaken as food." According to Dwight Holing, "Areas with chemical contamination, fish and shellfish have developed genetic defects such as chemical burns and tumors, and bottom-dwellers are showing fin erosion and cancer." Farming and mining all contribute to the dumping of sediment into the ocean. Peter Weber states, "Sediments that make their way into the ocean can cloud the water and prevent photosynthesis, clog the gills of fish, and carry toxins that poison fish and other marine life." People also suffer from pollution. Beaches are frequently closed due to high levels of bacteria contamination from sewage and from medical wastes that wash up to shore. Sewage and waste from livestock can contaminate seafood and cause many diseases such as cholera and typhoid. Although scientists do not know the effects of radioactive material on marine life, the potential effects are frightening.
    Many years ago people would never have thought that the ocean would ever need saving. People would wonder how something so big could ever be effected by their own actions. There are many ways to begin to clean up the oceans. From individual action to government action. Some suggestions are to use biodegradable detergents and shampoos, avoid using and disposing plastics and styrofoam, do not pour hazardous chemicals down the drain, and to recycle old motor oil. Also people need to push the government for action. According to Oceans Day, "Having beach seeps, eco-regattas, youth projects, exhibits, concerts, research, and conferences will help to get the word out." Not any one plan will save the oceans. The problem must be attacked at all levels. The government must take action, the companies must take action, and individuals must take action.
    Cleaning the oceans would mean a healthier planet. Having healthier seafood will make healthier people. Clean oceans give people a good place for recreation. The fact of cleaning and monitoring the oceans will provide many new jobs. The main reason people do not clean the oceans is because of the cost. The oceans do not appear to be in immediate threat, but if the world waits to long to take action, the cost to clean up the ocean could be a lot more. So even though it may sound expensive, it will be a lot cheaper in the long run. It is the responsibility of every person on the planet to take care of the earth and its resources for ourselves and the future generations to come.

A night of mystery

   Spots of lights from the towering flats framed the neighbourhood's night landscape with a subtle glow. The dissonance of bustling traffic soon slowed to a dwindle. The chill night air stung my cheeks pink. I rubbed my numbed fingers and my toes curled in the comfort of my thick woollen socks. I glanced at my watch for the hundredth time. Almost eleven. Not wanting to miss the last bus, I dashed to a bus stop which held across the road. Ten minutes later, the entire sky was momentarily illuminated by the flash of lightning. Soon, rain came crashing down in torrents. In a distance, the trees swayed and danced to the tune of the wind.
   Before I noticed, a bus stopped in front me. However, the driver refused to drive in as I was his last passenger. At the moment, white flecks of spit flew out of my mouth as anger rose in me at an alarming rate. Only at that point, I realised that I would have to walk in at least three miles into my housing area. To add to my unfortunate situation I was in, I had to walk along a lonely stretch of road which included a park and an old Muslim cemetery! Well, it was no use lamenting. Hence, I buttoned up my jacket and started walking briskly down the lane.
   Up above, thick purplish clouds fitted across the raven black sky splitting the slender crescent moon into halves. Walking along the deserted road, I felt the soft breeze blowing around me giving the air a tint freshness. The foliage of leaves on the tree tops rustled and whispered in the wind. The huge, shady trees at the park loomed in darkness. I had reached the playground. Strangely, I had a distinct feeling of being watched. In the distance, dogs were howling sadly to each other and I could hear the crickets singing in a melancholic tune.
    I increased my speed. Cold sweat dripped from my forehead. In spite of the fear that had begun tugging at my heart, I remained calm. The atmosphere had become really silent, except for the sound of my heart beating fast. Soon, I reached a large bamboo tree. The cemetery was coming into sight! I looked ahead. My vision became blurry and in moments, I saw mists forming in the air. Immediately grandma's stories at the kampung came to my mind. Villagers there believed that, at the bamboo tree, the spirit of a dead, pregnant woman lived on. She would prey on unsuspecting and helpless men, often appearing in the form of an angelic looking young woman. Usually, her presence would be preceded by mists!
    I shut my eyes tightly. My whole body was trembling and I wanted to faint. Then, I read aloud, whatever versus from the 'Bible' that I could remember. How ridiculous this was! Suddenly I scolded myself. There was absolutely nothing out there, just my own creative imagination running wild. Besides, I was not going to let myself to be the subject of my friends' ridicule and taunting any more. Even if there was a vampire and she looked something like Jennifer Lopez, I would gladly welcome her company.
    Before the words left my mind, the smell of jasmine filled the air. Such an empowering fragrance it was, enveloping the night with its delicate sweetness. Oh boy! I thought desperately, now, I'm really going to get it. Suddenly, I heard a thumping noise which coming from the cemetery not far ahead. Walking cautiously towards the noise, coming into view was the silhouette of a man. I could not see him clearly but he appeared to be working with a chisel and hammer, the sound of hammering ringing clearly in the silence of the night.
    The man stopped working and called out to me, "Hello son! Where are you off to so late at this hour?" Upon hearing his voice, I visibly relaxed. The voice of another human being was such a relief that I almost jumped up with joy. "Hello Pakcik, working overtime hah?"  I asked him, wiping the sweat from my brows. My shirt was drenched with sweat. "You shouldn't walk alone like this, it's not safe," the old man said to me. Then he continued hammering. "I know, I was already late. The bus did not want to come in," I told him. "You know Pakcik, I'm so glad to see you. I was so frightened out there, you know, all the stories," I said again. "How come you are still working?" I repeated my question.
    He stopped and turned towards me. "Oh......actually I live around here. You see, they wrote my name wrongly," he said, pointing to the tombstone of the grave he was standing on. "So, I came to correct it. Want to help me?" he said smiling at me, his yellow teeth, gleaming under the moon light.............

Popular girl in school

   Being a form one student in secondary school makes me feel so small, both in size and in personality. When I walk pass, people do not seem to notice me especially the mush older students. I have not always been invisible like this. Last year when I was still in primary six, I was a committee member of the prefect board that made the younger students hold a high opinion of me and listen to what I have to say. Now, no one does.
   I am afraid of the form five girls. I do not normally want to cross their paths for they could be very nasty to us younger girls in the school. So I would only go out of the classroom when the coast is clear.
   I go to a prestigious all girls' school in the capital city and as expected, competition is stiff where good looks and social status are concerned. Everyone seems to want to outdo the other. However, among all the students in the school, I believe Emily a senior in Form Five, is the prettiest and the most popular.
   When at the school canteen during recess Emily clearly stand head and shoulders above the rest because of her natural brown curly hair. I was told by one of my closest friends that her father is Scottish. She is also blue-blooded as her mother belongs to the royal family from a state in the north. That explains the huge black car that would religiously wait for her at the school front gate everyday after school. Emily is one of the lucky few who do not have to deal with teenage acne as she has extremely smooth and clear complexion. You can see that almost everyone in school is blown away by her beauty and never fail to steal a glance or gawk outright at her when she is around.
    Nevertheless, to my surprise, not everyone holds a high opinion of Emily. One of my friends said that Emily is really conceited because being the privileged position that she is in she likes to looks down on others  without really thinking, I tool my friend's word for it. My opinion about Emily remained the same until one day, Emily actually came to my rescue. It was a Monday morning and I had arrived late to school. I suddenly realised that I in my haste had left my school tie at home. I knew I would be reprimanded for it because the school tie is a must on Mondays. I was close to tears when Emily came up to me and handed me her tie. I said I couldn't possibly accept it as then she would be scolded by the other prefects. As she put her tie around my neck with a smile she said,"You need it more than I do." Only then I realise why Emily is put on the pedestal even by the teachers. It is because she has a good-hearted! I felt really silly for believing what my friend had said about Emily. As the saying goes, we should never judge a book by it's cover.

    

Memories

   I glared anxiously at the overcast sky, dark and gloomy, the gale of wind howling like a banshee. My heart was filled with worries and some sort of fright which I could not explain. It might be the rain, I sighed. Not wanting to be drenched in the heavy downpour, I dashed towards an old shack across the road. Seconds after arriving at the humble shelter, the entire sky was momentarily illuminated by the flash of lightning. Soon, rain came crashing down in torrents. The wind howled furiously and the old shack trembled and creaked, its roof shaking violently due to the nature's fury.
   I held on bravely, barely able to save myself from becoming completely drenched. As I stood there, watching the raindrops bouncing as thousands of silver rod, steams of muddy water flowed endlessly on the road. In a distance, trees swayed and danced to the tune of the wind. My mind began to wander to far away places, to a time long ago where life was simple yet blissful. I looked around the old shack. Many years before, it used to be a little candy store, where children of all ages paid their visits. Madam Money, a septuagenarian owned it. She was generous and amiable, always with a pleasant smile on her wrinkled face. I remember running there after school, to grab the candies, stick ice and the local cakes she sold. Now that she was gone, the shop was abandoned together with all the memories surrounding it.
   I glanced at my wrist watch and noticed it was quite late, I knew my mother's face will scowled in infuriation and would give me a lengthy lecture on punctuality when I had gone back home. As I was walking back, I remembered my mother, she was no longer the same woman she used to be, youthful, vibrant, optimistic and always with this amazing zest for life. The rain had been responsible for robbing away her happiness, in fact our happiness.
   It was two years ago, I remembered my father became a victim of a severe respiratory malady, asthma. The rolling thunder was like cymbals, clanging and clapping for 48 hours. The chillness caused severe asthma attack. Unfortunately, his Ventolin inhaler was empty and my mother prepared herself to pay a visit to the pharmacy.
   However, she left and came back as there was a massive flood due to a heavy shower. We panicked when father became unconscious and his face turned blue due to the lack of oxygen in his body. I could hear my mother's shrill scream as she was unable to make my father breathe. I felt my father's hand which held my little fingers slowly losing its grip. My father is then struggled and opened his mouth slightly and exhaled his last breath. My mother hugged me and cried. "He is only 32, too young to die. How did he have the heart to leave behind an angel like you?" Tears were rolling down her cheeks and I asked myself why it had to be rain that caused my father's demise. I knew that it would haunt me for the rest of my life.