Why I agree With Danial’s Opinion To Keep Animals In The Zoo

A sample essay based on a question/issue.

Deforestation has become a huge phenomenon nowadays. Therefore the issue to keep animals in the zoo has been a crucial matter. As a responsible citizen, I agree with Danial’s opinion as to keep animals in the zoo because of some concrete reasons.

Firstly, by keeping many kinds of animal in the zoo, many people would be able to see what some wild animals look like. For example, some people might not know the real appearance of lions. They are even different between male and female. Furthermore, they would know the lion’s voice, habitat and behaviour. It is almost impossible to see a lion in its real habitat unless in the zoo.

Secondly, a lot of zoos have now changed their policies where they provide bigger ground for animals to roam around freely. They move around in a bigger space but under control and visitor’s safety guaranteed just like at Safari in Taiping. It provides programmes such as breeding program and caring for injured wild animals which is directly shown to the visitors. So the adventurous visitors would enjoy learning something new and challenging in caring wild animals.

Last but not least, nowadays many zoos provide better living conditions and treatment for wild animals. Due to modernization, deforestation occurred anywhere. So, wild animals lose their habitat. They are also seriously caught in free illegal logging activities. Wild animals decrease in number by times whenever forests are cleared for commercialization.The moment forest turns to industrial residential area, wild animals are homeless. Do we need to wait for their extinction? I don’t think so. In some cases, big companies sponsor funds to show their responsibility towards wild animals.

In short, zoo becomes a vital sanctuary where animals should be kept to protect their existence. It is part and parcel of every citizen to save animals’ lives just like ours.

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Rahman's Hobby

A form 2 guided writing essay

Rahman, who is fourteen years old, has an interesting hobby of collecting butterflies. He usually catch the butterflies in his own wide and beautiful garden full of various colourful flowers and insects.

He catches the butterflies found in the garden using a net with a long stick. He has a few nets for catching butterflies. The newest net is a gift from his father during his fourteenth birthday currently.

While attempting in catching butterfly, Rahman handles it gently. It is because he does not want to tear out the wings of the butterflies. Once they are caught, Rahman pours a few drops of methylated  spirit onto their head to preserve the insects with their original look. They will be dried before Rahman pins them onto a frame.

He arranges all the butterflies he has caught according to types, sizes and colours. There are many frames hanging onto the wall at his house displaying many types of butterfly caught by himself.  From a fun hobby he does, Rahman becomes a passionate butterfly catcher.

No wonder a cheap hobby like this would turn into a business and would be able for him to earn some profits one day sooner or later. After all he already had a hobby-based business in the making of handicraft.

My Holiday

It was an awaited moment during the long term school holiday in 2010 which was in December last year. Everyone in my family was very excited to have a trip to Sarawak, a land of my father's descendants. My father has been a Sarawakian originated with the mixed blood of Chinese on his father's side and Melanau on his mother's side from a place of Sarikei. Our interesting journey started with an air travel by flight from Senai to Kuching which was very exciting at first. However it turned to be a bad experience when the weather was getting worse. I could feel the plane shaken badly when it crashed with a dark cloud. Everyone in the plane screamed out loud including my sister and my mother. Every second in the flight was a scary moment to go through. I impatiently waited to landing on the airport. Fortunately, we landed safely after more than one hour and a half being in the anxious flight. While being in Kuching, we stayed in a five star hotel for two days and one night. During our stay there, we spent our time to visit some nice places such as Sarawak museum, waterfront, Sarawak Cultural Village, Fairy Cave, Kubah National Park, Borneo Heights and Merdeka Places Victoria Arms. We enjoyed very much visiting those places days and night. Furthermore, we enjoyed some traditional delicacies and local delights. Some of them were sago, salted terubuk fish, umai, fish snack, tabaloi and kolok noodle. There are many restaurants serve such popular foods for guests and travellers. After getting tired, we got back to the hotel to rest. Next, the experience of travelling by boat from Sibu to Sarekei was thrilled yet scary to me especially when the water went up like a strong storm in front of me. After double of hours in the boat, we arrived at the Sarikei harbour. We were all relieved to step on the next journey to my father's originated land. There is a river nearby the Melanau residential area where I caught the most enjoyable time to row a sampan for the first time. It was like riding a motorcycle without any knowledge and experience. The sampan bummed around, collided over the shore many times and was very difficult to set the direction. I lost control of the sampan and finally it got upside down. I fell into the water. I have gotten wet all over my shirt and belongings. Luckily my relatives and friends over there helped me out of the water though they were all laughed at me for the funny thing that happened to me. After the whole one week we enjoy our travel in fascinating Sarawak, it was time to say goodbye to my friends, family members and my father's beloved hometown. Despite of having fly away home, our sweet memories remain there, far away in a beautiful enchanting land of Sarawak.

Don't Be Hesitate, Just Do It

I read an interesting 'quote', written by Zamri Mohamad in his Facebook, "Do not care, just do it. Getting assurance by taking action is much better rather than guess-if."

Why and how to overcome the delay behaviour? Could it be no assurance that anticipated or is there any doubt that nested in one's soul? Perhaps the points below may help:

1. Poor management in many aspects: personal, time, resource, communications, relationship and others. Sometimes there are spaces and chances, but due to poor handling of these opportunities will not be done. So, get to know where the weakness is and try to overcome it.
2. Do not want to try if things are not perfect. Try to be as perfect as one could is good but do not proceed just because of imperfect task is useless. The fact is people are not perfect and only God alone is perfect. All human creation has its own weakness as human beings are not perfect. This fact must be accepted rasionally. What is important is that a person keeps on trying and doing something.
3. Some people are shrouded in fear and worry. They are too concerned of what other people say, fear of being rejected, fear of failing, fear of taking more responsibility if successful and so forth. People who are diligent and hard work do not play with these feelings yet they are rather preoccupied with the efforts of even going to think what else can be done without treating anxiety and fear. Fact shows that 90% of what is feared will happen does not even happen.
4. Laziness and the delay has toed the self. Try doing the opposite of this attitude should continue efforts for 40 consecutive days for this new attitude will fight the old behavior.
   

I also advise myself to "Just Do It" on the dot because the time keeps on running, while all the problems and uncertainties will be answered after I saw the results I did. In fact, the imperfect results can be fixed from time to time. Moreover, as long as the name of human, perfection is not absolute as the absolute perfection that only belong to God. So if that is the case, why do wait for longer time? Just do it.

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Secret Weapon

A secret weapon diminishes tension
it rubs out one's complicated heart
it enlightens one's life
it brightens one's way
it strengthens one's spirit
it remedies one's bad thoughts
it welcomes peace
it recovers misery
Does anyone know what the secret weapon is?
It is absolutely prayer!

A woman in me ... During mother’s day.

My job is never done and it never will be. But I won’t trade it for anything in the world. It is a blessing and I am fortunate to have 6 children – 1 girl and 5 boys – plus 1 breast-fed child who is a boy. All of them are 7 children totally. They have been grown up in my very eyes except my breast-fed child who used to live with his parents until his age of 17. After both of his parents passed away, then I take over the parental role on him. This may be the secret why I adopted him by breast feeding him when he was a new born baby. My first child is now preparing for his tertiary education. I feel so proud of him for his long journey to be success while the others are still surviving in the secondary and primary school. Sure, there were times when it was hard. Plus I am a working mom – I have a career and I have to take care of my family too. So, it isn’t easy juggling my time between my children and work. Luckily for me, I had been helped by my mother and understanding husband in raising my children.

There were many times when I felt I wasn’t good enough as a mother. I didn’t have a lot of time to spend with my children due to my other work commitments. But I always try my best. I still run errands for them and do the grocery for our everyday meals. It doesn’t matter if I’m home late and tired from work, I still find some time to sit down with my children, have our meals together and catch up with them on what’s happening. Family time is important.

Although I have helped bringing up my children, I am still responsible for their well being. I cannot fall sick for my children’s sake. I do not want to be a burden to them. So I have to take care of my own health. Good hope helps me do that. I have been drinking good hopes for over 18 years now. It keeps me refreshed and provides me with the strength to cope with two very demanding and full time jobs – that of being a mother and my own career.

Of course, compare to my other job, I don’t get much in terms of monetary payment as a mother. Then again, it’s not something that can be compared. How can you measure the value of love you get in return? Love is priceless. The emotional reward I get in return is worth more than any financial gain at work. But I still need to work. I need to provide for my children – to make sure they have what they need and want. When I see how successful they are and what they’re making of their lives, it makes me proud to know that somehow I had a hand in all that. I don’t have any special expectations of my children. I only ask that they be caring people and that they find the time to keep in touch with each other and the family no matter how busy their lives are. As long as they are happy, healthy and able to take care of themselves – that’s the best gift any mother could ask for.

Enjoy Your Life

Life is just a short while for us to enjoy with. Whatever happens around us, make it as happening as it could be. Deal with it wisely and play with it happily. Your thought plays vital role to determine your way of acceptance and reflection.

Learning from the piece of 'Saying Goodbye'

My today's entry is a derivation from my friend's fantastic piece of writing that impress me a lot. I wonder how he could write in such a lovely way. Smartdog 670 expresses his feeling regarding to his mother's journey to the second life , the eternal destiny of all . I keep reading on this time after time. It's a sad tale of life written with beautiful language and style. Here it goes...

My words tremble as I pour every ounce of my soul into them. They are for my mother; They are for the world. And she drinks them in to her tired body and her nascent soul. She drinks them in as she lies in bed and we say goodbye – maybe for the last time.

I drink in the beautiful image of her eyes. They held me in tenderness when she first gazed upon me in New Rochelle Hospital, June 6, 1970 – the day I was born. The eyes that for 35 years watched me with affection, frustration, joy, pain, ambivalence, fidelity, impatience… love. The eyes that now compel me to realize that I had been wrong about so many things, and how lucky I am to have a chance to make everything right.

I had expected myself to be a complete mess in this moment; a sobbing, remorseful, overwhelmed child who is scared to have his mother leave him for one moment, let alone for the rest of his life. Surprisingly, I’m not. Though my words waiver from time to time under the weight of those particularly hard things to say when you say goodbye, I am generally composed; and so is she.

Instead of the crushing sadness I had expected, I am infused with a fortifying dose of gratitude and respect. Respect for the moment, respect for everything my mother has been through as she battles her cancer, and respect for the extraordinary woman who did so much for the world she brought me into.

There are of course tears and whispers and touches that cannot possibly be translated into words. There is that utterly indescribable essence of the moment; time stops, every molecule of air listens, and you can feel the light around you. You may or may not know what I’m alluding to here, but if you don’t, I hope someday you will.

What now carries me through the difficult hours of the day is a simple realization. I had always been afraid of death – whether my own or someone else’s. I’ve learned there is nothing to be afraid of. Dying is just another way of finding peace. Because of the grace my mother has shown though all of this, I know she’ll be at peace when she decides it’s time for her to leave this world.

One last hug and kiss, and I’m out the door, into the car, dropped off at the airport, and on my way back home. And this is where I finally get to the point.

If you ever have a chance to say goodbye, don’t be afraid to make it count. You’ll never regret it.

Thank you smartdog 670. I learn from you, your beautiful language and style of writing. One way of learning language is by imitating the best piece of writing. It is just like to be success by imitating successful people's principles.

My Ever Best Eldest Sister

My eldest sister is very hard working and being very responsible to her siblings and family. My father died in 1979 of a road accident. At the moment, we were all still very young and my youngest seventh brother was only nineth month of his birthday while my sister had just finished her secondary school and she moved to Kuala Lumpur to find job.

My mother was being a bread winner instead of my late father. Nevertheless, my sister worked hard too to make sure we were all well fed. Together with our mother, she bought us outfits each time the date for eid falls, provided us some money during our needs in the college or university, helped arranging the siblings' marriage and so on. Even though she'd been married she doesn't forget us. She is very generous to give her hands when we need her or during our gathering especially when eid comes. There are sometimes our attitudes irritate her but she always forgive and forget them. Until we grow up, all of siblings achieve our mother's target to be success in education, career and life. No one left behind and some are even more successful when they reach maturity age.

My eldest sister is now receiving the return for all her kindness. All her four children do success in their life respectively. Her eldest daughter is now a lecturer, her second son is doing the professional accountant qualification (CIMA), her third daughter is persuing her degree in Computer Programming and her last daughter is still studying in a secondary boarding school. My mother endows her more hectres of land full of oil palm trees in appreciation for her sacrifice and good heart to us. We accept the mother's decision honestly.

To date, we are still close to each other. All because of my eldest sister's sacrifice and wisdom playing the role to unite us in harmonious bond and relationship. All the best we do to show our deep appreciation especially to our mother and our ever best eldest sister.

In A Nutshell:

Good deeds are always blessed eventually.