MEMORIES OF CLASS A2T2

MEMORIES IN 2022

A2T2

ALWAYS LOOKING
FORWARD

"Success usually comes to those
who are too busy looking for it"

Magazine crew

Director : Photographer :

MUHAMMAD MUIZ MUIZAMMIL BIN ABDUL NADSYA YANEESA SUWANLA’ONG
MALEK
Writter :
Edited by :

AMIRA SUFIYA BINTI ABDUL RAHIM NUR IZZNAYLI ARISSA BINTI NOOR
JAZILUDIN
01

A2T2

INTRO

we started our first class and our first lecture on 1st August
2022. On that day we felt happy because that day was our
first day as a college student at Perlis Matriculation College.
Undoubtedly, we were shy to start a conversation on the
first day

A2T2 MAGAZINE

02

Table of

CONTENTS

04

ABOUT US

Our Biodata

06

POEMS

There are list of interesting poem about
life and success

08

SHORT STORY

There are some short stories in the genre
of fiction and fairytale

10

SONG

There are some songs that will inspire
you

03 TABLE OF CONTENTS

THE PERIOD OF 10
MONTHS MUST BE USED
PERFECTLY

04 ABOUT US

BIODATA

NAME: AMIRA SUFIYA BINTI NAME: MUHAMMAD MUIZ
ABDUL RAHIM MUZAMMIL BIN ABDUL MALEK
AGE: 18 AGE: 18
PLACE OF BIRTH : KEDAH PLACE OF BIRTH : KEDAH
DATE OF BIRTH: 03/10/2004 DATE OF BIRTH: 16/10/2004
NICKNAME: MIRAA NICKNAME: MUIZ
CLASS: A2T2 CLASS: A2T2

05 GROUP’S BIODATA

BIODATA

NAME: NUR IZZNAYLI ARISSA NAME: NADSYA YANEESA
BINTI NOOR JAZILUDIN SUWANLA'ONG
AGE: 18 AGE: 17
PLACE OF BIRTH : KEDAH PLACE OF BIRTH : KEDAH
DATE OF BIRTH: 02/06/2004 DATE OF BIRTH: 01/01/2005
NICKNAME: NAYLI NICKNAME: NADSYA
CLASS: A2T2 CLASS: A2T2




06

POEMS

1.How Time Flies
2. Happiness
3.Faith And Courage In

Life
4.A Friends

07

POEMS

HOW TIME FLIES

Tick tock ……. Tick tock ………
Life is counting down on your internal clock
Memories that feel as if they occurred yesterday
Turn to flashes of moments that seem to fade
away
People you once knew
Walk by without a clue
The times you once shared
Exist as if you were never there
Years fly ….. friends die …….
And you never know when you’ll say your last
goodbye
Oh, how I wish I could turn back time,
Spend it with loved ones and cherish what once
was mine
Or to go back even more,
Being a kid in a candy store.
How I miss the way I used to feel
On Christmas day when Santa was real
But back to reality … back to today,
Family is scarce and memories continue to fade
away
Tick tock …… tick tock …..
How I wish I could control this clock

07

HAPPINESS

You cannot buy your happiness,
‘Cause happiness is free.
Don’t you know, or cant you guess,
It’s there for you and me.
And what you do with what you’ve got,
Can change the way you feel.
Just do your best and smile a lot,
You’ll keep an even keel.
‘Cause happiness is made for YOU,
Just take a bite and see
That happiness is what you do
With something that is free.

08

FAITH AND COURAGE IN LIFE



In life there are people that will hurt us and cause us pain,
But we must learn to forgive and forget and not hold
grudges.

In life there are mistakes we will make,
But we must learn from our wrongs and grow from them.

In life there are regrets we will have to live with,
But we must learn to leave the past behind and
Realise it is something we can’t change.

In life there are people we will lose forever and can’t have
back,
But we must learn to overcome these
Challenges and grow stronger.

God holds our lives in his hands. He holds the
Key to our future.
Only he know our fate.

He sees everything and knows everything.
Everything in life really does happen for a
Reason: “God’s Reason”

09

A FRIENDS

A person who will listen and not condemn
Someone on whom you can depend
They will not flee when bad times are here
Instead they will be there to lend an ear
They will think of ways to make you smile
So you can be happy for a while
When times are good and happy there after
They will be there to share the laughter
Do not forget your friends at all
For they pick you up when you fall
Do not expect to just take and hold
Give friendship back, it is pure gold.

10

SONGS

1.Fight Song - Rachel

Platten


2.Stronger - Kelly
Clarkson

3.I Believe I Can Fly -
R. Kelly

SONGS

FIGHT SONG (RACHEL PLATTEN)

Like a small boat Losing friends and I'm chasing sleep
Everybody's worried about me

On the ocean In too deep
Say I'm in too deep (in too deep)
Sending big waves
Into motion And it's been two years I miss my home
But there's a fire burning in my bones
Like how a single word
Can make a heart open Still believe
I might only have one match Yeah, I still believe
But I can make an explosion



And all those things I didn't say
And all those things I didn't say Wrecking balls inside my brain
Wrecking balls inside my brain I will scream them loud tonight
I will scream them loud tonight Can you hear my voice this time?
Can you hear my voice this time?
This is my fight song

Take back my life song
This is my fight song Prove I'm alright song
Take back my life song My power's turned on
Prove I'm alright song Starting right now I'll be strong
My power's turned on I'll play my fight song
Starting right now I'll be strong And I don't really care if nobody else believes
I'll play my fight song 'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me
And I don't really care if nobody else believes A lot of fight left in me




Cause I've still got a l
ot of fight left in me Like a small boat



On the ocean
Losing friends and
I'm chasing sleep Sending big waves

Everybody's wo
rried about me Into motion
In too deep Like how a single word
Can make a heart open
Say I'm in too deep (in too deep) I might only have one match
And it's been two years I miss my home But I can make an explosion
But there's a fire burning in my bones
This is my fight song
Still believe Take back my life song
Yeah, I still believe Prove I'm alright song
My power's turned on

Starting right now I'll be strong (I'll be strong)
And all those things I didn't say I'll play my fight song
Wrecking balls inside my brain And I don't really care if nobody else believes
I will scream them loud tonight 'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me
Can you hear my voice this time? Know I've still got a lot of fight left in me



This is my fight song
Take back my life song
Prove I'm alright song
My power's turned on
Starting right now I'll be strong
I'll play my fight song
And I don't really care if nobody else believes
'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me
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STRONGER (KELLY CLARKSON)

You know the bed feels warmer What doesn't kill you makes you
Sleeping here alone stronger

You know I dream in color Stand a little taller
And do the things I want Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone


What doesn't kill you makes a fighter
You think you got the best of me Footsteps even lighter

Think you had the last laugh Doesn't mean I'm over 'cause you're
Bet you think that everything good is gone


gone
Think you left me broken down What doesn't kill you makes you
Think that I'd come running back stronger, stronger
Baby you don't know me, 'cause you're
Just me, myself and I
dead wrong What doesn't kill you makes you


stronger
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Stand a little taller
Stand a little taller Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone

Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone

What doesn't kill you makes a fighter You heard that I was starting over with
Footsteps even lighter
someone new
Doesn't mean I'm over 'cause you're gone But told you I was moving on over you

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, You didn't think that I'd come back
stronger I'd come back swinging

Just me, myself and I You try to break me but you see
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger what doesn't kill you makes you

Stand a little taller stronger
Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone Stand a little taller
Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm


You heard that I was starting over with alone
What doesn't kill you makes a fighter
someone new
But told you I was moving on over you Footsteps even lighter
Doesn't mean I'm over 'cause you're


You didn't think that I'd come back gone


I'd come back swinging
You try to break me but you see what What doesn't kill you makes you
doesn't kill you makes you stronger stronger, stronger

Stand a little taller Just me, myself and I
Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone What doesn't kill you makes you

What doesn't kill you makes a fighter stronger
Footsteps even lighter Stand a little taller
Doesn't mean I'm over ' Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm
cause you're gone
alone
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I BELIEVE I CAN FLY (R. KELLY)

I used to think that I could not go on Hey, 'cause I believe in you
And life was nothing but an awful Oh
song


But now I know the meaning of true If I can see it (woo!), then I can do it (I can do
love it)

I'm leaning on the everlasting arms If I just believe it, there's nothing to it (hey)




If I can see it, then I can do it I believe I can fly (woo!)
If I just believe it, there's nothing to it I believe I can touch the sky
I think about it every night and day

Spread my wings and fly away
I believe I can fly
I believe I can touch the sky I believe I can soar
I think about it every night and day I see me running through that open door
Spread my wings and fly away
I believe I can soar I believe I can fly (I can fly)
I see me running through that open I believe I can fly (I can fly)
I believe I can fly (I can fly)
door
I believe I can fly

I believe I can fly If I just spread my wings (I can fly)
See I IwbaeslioenvethIecavnerfglye (owfobor)eaking
I can fly (I can fly)
down I can fly (I can fly)
Sometimes silence can seem so loud I can fly (I can fly)
If I just spread my wings (I can fly)
There are miracles in life I must I can fly (I can fly, I can fly)
achieve
Woo (I can fly)
But first I know it starts inside of me Hm-mm... fly, fly, fly



If I can see it, then I can be it
If I just believe it, there's nothing to it



I believe I can fly
I believe I can touch the sky
I think about it every night and day
Spread wings and fly away
I believe I can soar
I see me running through that open

door
I believe I can fly
I believe I can fly
20 I believe I can fly (woo!)

SHORT STORY

1. Little Red Riding
Hood
2. Apple And Tree
3. The Ugly Duckling

SHORT STORIES

LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD

ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A DEAR LITTLE GIRL WHO WAS LOVED BY
EVERY ONE WHO LOOKED AT HER, BUT MOST OF ALL BY HER GRANDMOTHER,
AND THERE WAS NOTHING THAT SHE WOULD NOT HAVE GIVEN TO THE CHILD.

ONCE SHE GAVE HER A LITTLE CAP OF RED VELVET, WHICH SUITED HER SO
WELL THAT SHE WOULD NEVER WEAR ANYTHING ELSE. SO SHE WAS ALWAYS

CALLED LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD.



ONE DAY HER MOTHER SAID TO HER, "COME, LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD, HERE
IS A PIECE OF CAKE AND A BOTTLE OF WINE. TAKE THEM TO YOUR

GRANDMOTHER, SHE IS ILL AND WEAK, AND THEY WILL DO HER GOOD. SET
OUT BEFORE IT GETS HOT, AND WHEN YOU ARE GOING, WALK NICELY AND
QUIETLY AND DO NOT RUN OFF THE PATH, OR YOU MAY FALL AND BREAK THE
BOTTLE, AND THEN YOUR GRANDMOTHER WILL GET NOTHING. AND WHEN

YOU GO INTO HER ROOM, DON'T FORGET TO SAY, GOOD-MORNING, AND
DON'T PEEP INTO EVERY CORNER BEFORE YOU DO IT."



I WILL TAKE GREAT CARE, SAID LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD TO HER MOTHER,
AND GAVE HER HAND ON IT.

THE GRANDMOTHER LIVED OUT IN THE WOOD, HALF A LEAGUE FROM THE
VILLAGE, AND JUST AS LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD ENTERED THE WOOD, A
WOLF MET HER. LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD DID NOT KNOW WHAT A WICKED

CREATURE HE WAS, AND WAS NOT AT ALL AFRAID OF HIM.



"GOOD-DAY, LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD," SAID HE.



"THANK YOU KINDLY, WOLF."



"WHITHER AWAY SO EARLY, LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD?"



"TO MY GRANDMOTHER'S."



"WHAT HAVE YOU GOT IN YOUR APRON?"



"CAKE AND WINE. YESTERDAY WAS BAKING-DAY, SO POOR SICK
GRANDMOTHER IS TO HAVE SOMETHING GOOD, TO MAKE HER STRONGER."

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"WHERE DOES YOUR GRANDMOTHER LIVE, LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD?"



"A GOOD QUARTER OF A LEAGUE FARTHER ON IN THE WOOD. HER HOUSE STANDS
UNDER THE THREE LARGE OAK-TREES, THE NUT-TREES ARE JUST BELOW. YOU
SURELY MUST KNOW IT," REPLIED LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD.


THE WOLF THOUGHT TO HIMSELF, "WHAT A TENDER YOUNG CREATURE. WHAT A
NICE PLUMP MOUTHFUL, SHE WILL BE BETTER TO EAT THAN THE OLD WOMAN. I

MUST ACT CRAFTILY, SO AS TO CATCH BOTH." SO HE WALKED FOR A SHORT TIME BY
THE SIDE OF LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD, AND THEN HE SAID, "SEE LITTLE RED RIDING

HOOD, HOW PRETTY THE FLOWERS ARE ABOUT HERE. WHY DO YOU NOT LOOK
ROUND. I BELIEVE, TOO, THAT YOU DO NOT HEAR HOW SWEETLY THE LITTLE BIRDS

ARE SINGING. YOU WALK GRAVELY ALONG AS IF YOU WERE GOING TO SCHOOL,
WHILE EVERYTHING ELSE OUT HERE IN THE WOOD IS MERRY."



LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD RAISED HER EYES, AND WHEN SHE SAW THE SUNBEAMS
DANCING HERE AND THERE THROUGH THE TREES, AND PRETTY FLOWERS GROWING
EVERYWHERE, SHE THOUGHT, SUPPOSE I TAKE GRANDMOTHER A FRESH NOSEGAY.
THAT WOULD PLEASE HER TOO. IT IS SO EARLY IN THE DAY THAT I SHALL STILL GET
THERE IN GOOD TIME. AND SO SHE RAN FROM THE PATH INTO THE WOOD TO LOOK
FOR FLOWERS. AND WHENEVER SHE HAD PICKED ONE, SHE FANCIED THAT SHE SAW
A STILL PRETTIER ONE FARTHER ON, AND RAN AFTER IT, AND SO GOT DEEPER AND

DEEPER INTO THE WOOD.



MEANWHILE THE WOLF RAN STRAIGHT TO THE GRANDMOTHER'S HOUSE AND
KNOCKED AT THE DOOR.


"WHO IS THERE?"



"LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD," REPLIED THE WOLF. "SHE IS BRINGING CAKE AND WINE.
OPEN THE DOOR."



"LIFT THE LATCH," CALLED OUT THE GRANDMOTHER, "I AM TOO WEAK, AND CANNOT
GET UP."



THE WOLF LIFTED THE LATCH, THE DOOR SPRANG OPEN, AND WITHOUT SAYING A
WORD HE WENT STRAIGHT TO THE GRANDMOTHER'S BED, AND DEVOURED HER.
THEN HE PUT ON HER CLOTHES, DRESSED HIMSELF IN HER CAP, LAID HIMSELF IN

BED AND DREW THE CURTAINS.



LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD, HOWEVER, HAD BEEN RUNNING ABOUT PICKING
FLOWERS, AND WHEN SHE HAD GATHERED SO MANY THAT SHE COULD CARRY NO
MORE, SHE REMEMBERED HER GRANDMOTHER, AND SET OUT ON THE WAY TO HER.




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SHE WAS SURPRISED TO FIND THE COTTAGE-DOOR STANDING OPEN,
AND WHEN SHE WENT INTO THE ROOM, SHE HAD SUCH A STRANGE

FEELING THAT SHE SAID TO HERSELF, OH DEAR, HOW UNEASY I FEEL
TO-DAY, AND AT OTHER TIMES I LIKE BEING WITH GRANDMOTHER SO

MUCH.

SHE CALLED OUT, "GOOD MORNING," BUT RECEIVED NO ANSWER. SO
SHE WENT TO THE BED AND DREW BACK THE CURTAINS. THERE LAY
HER GRANDMOTHER WITH HER CAP PULLED FAR OVER HER FACE, AND

LOOKING VERY STRANGE.



"OH, GRANDMOTHER," SHE SAID, "WHAT BIG EARS YOU HAVE."



"THE BETTER TO HEAR YOU WITH, MY CHILD," WAS THE REPLY.



"BUT, GRANDMOTHER, WHAT BIG EYES YOU HAVE," SHE SAID.



"THE BETTER TO SEE YOU WITH, MY DEAR."



"BUT, GRANDMOTHER, WHAT LARGE HANDS YOU HAVE."



"THE BETTER TO HUG YOU WITH."



"OH, BUT, GRANDMOTHER, WHAT A TERRIBLE BIG MOUTH YOU HAVE."



"THE BETTER TO EAT YOU WITH."



AND SCARCELY HAD THE WOLF SAID THIS, THAN WITH ONE BOUND HE
WAS OUT OF BED AND SWALLOWED UP LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD.



WHEN THE WOLF HAD APPEASED HIS APPETITE, HE LAY DOWN AGAIN IN
THE BED, FELL ASLEEP AND BEGAN TO SNORE VERY LOUD. THE
HUNTSMAN WAS JUST PASSING THE HOUSE, AND THOUGHT TO

HIMSELF, HOW THE OLD WOMAN IS SNORING. I MUST JUST SEE IF SHE
WANTS ANYTHING.



SO HE WENT INTO THE ROOM, AND WHEN HE CAME TO THE BED, HE
SAW THAT THE WOLF WAS LYING IN IT. "DO I FIND YOU HERE, YOU OLD

SINNER," SAID HE. "I HAVE LONG SOUGHT YOU."

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THEN JUST AS HE WAS GOING TO FIRE AT HIM, IT OCCURRED TO HIM THAT THE WOLF
MIGHT HAVE DEVOURED THE GRANDMOTHER, AND THAT SHE MIGHT STILL BE SAVED, SO

HE DID NOT FIRE, BUT TOOK A PAIR OF SCISSORS, AND BEGAN TO CUT OPEN THE
STOMACH OF THE SLEEPING WOLF.



WHEN HE HAD MADE TWO SNIPS, HE SAW THE LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD SHINING, AND
THEN HE MADE TWO SNIPS MORE, AND THE LITTLE GIRL SPRANG OUT, CRYING, "AH, HOW

FRIGHTENED I HAVE BEEN. HOW DARK IT WAS INSIDE THE WOLF."



AND AFTER THAT THE AGED GRANDMOTHER CAME OUT ALIVE ALSO, BUT SCARCELY ABLE
TO BREATHE. LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD, HOWEVER, QUICKLY FETCHED GREAT STONES

WITH WHICH THEY FILLED THE WOLF'S BELLY, AND WHEN HE AWOKE, HE WANTED TO RUN
AWAY, BUT THE STONES WERE SO HEAVY THAT HE COLLAPSED AT ONCE, AND FELL DEAD.



THEN ALL THREE WERE DELIGHTED. THE HUNTSMAN DREW OFF THE WOLF'S SKIN AND
WENT HOME WITH IT. THE GRANDMOTHER ATE THE CAKE AND DRANK THE WINE WHICH
LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD HAD BROUGHT, AND REVIVED, BUT LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD
THOUGHT TO HERSELF, AS LONG AS I LIVE, I WILL NEVER BY MYSELF LEAVE THE PATH, TO

RUN INTO THE WOOD, WHEN MY MOTHER HAS FORBIDDEN ME TO DO SO.



IT IS ALSO RELATED THAT ONCE WHEN LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD WAS AGAIN TAKING
CAKES TO THE OLD GRANDMOTHER, ANOTHER WOLF SPOKE TO HER, AND TRIED TO
ENTICE HER FROM THE PATH. LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD, HOWEVER, WAS ON HER GUARD,
AND WENT STRAIGHT FORWARD ON HER WAY, AND TOLD HER GRANDMOTHER THAT SHE
HAD MET THE WOLF, AND THAT HE HAD SAID GOOD-MORNING TO HER, BUT WITH SUCH A
WICKED LOOK IN HIS EYES, THAT IF THEY HAD NOT BEEN ON THE PUBLIC ROAD SHE WAS
CERTAIN HE WOULD HAVE EATEN HER UP. "WELL," SAID THE GRANDMOTHER, "WE WILL

SHUT THE DOOR, THAT HE MAY NOT COME IN."



SOON AFTERWARDS THE WOLF KNOCKED, AND CRIED, "OPEN THE DOOR, GRANDMOTHER, I
AM LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD, AND AM BRINGING YOU SOME CAKES."



BUT THEY DID NOT SPEAK, OR OPEN THE DOOR, SO THE GREY-BEARD STOLE TWICE OR
THRICE ROUND THE HOUSE, AND AT LAST JUMPED ON THE ROOF, INTENDING TO WAIT
UNTIL LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD WENT HOME IN THE EVENING, AND THEN TO STEAL AFTER
HER AND DEVOUR HER IN THE DARKNESS. BUT THE GRANDMOTHER SAW WHAT WAS IN HIS
THOUGHTS. IN FRONT OF THE HOUSE WAS A GREAT STONE TROUGH, SO SHE SAID TO THE
CHILD, TAKE THE PAIL, LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD. I MADE SOME SAUSAGES YESTERDAY, SO
CARRY THE WATER IN WHICH I BOILED THEM TO THE TROUGH. LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD
CARRIED UNTIL THE GREAT TROUGH WAS QUITE FULL. THEN THE SMELL OF THE SAUSAGES
REACHED THE WOLF, AND HE SNIFFED AND PEEPED DOWN, AND AT LAST STRETCHED OUT
HIS NECK SO FAR THAT HE COULD NO LONGER KEEP HIS FOOTING AND BEGAN TO SLIP,
AND SLIPPED DOWN FROM THE ROOF STRAIGHT INTO THE GREAT TROUGH, AND WAS
DROWNED. BUT LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD WENT JOYOUSLY HOME, AND NO ONE EVER DID

ANYTHING TO HARM HER AGAIN.



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APPLE AND TREE

MOM WORKS. SHE NEVER PICKS ME UP FROM SCHOOL, AND TWO MILES IS TOO CLOSE FOR
A BUS PICKUP, WHICH IS FINE BY ME BECAUSE I LIKE CUTTING THROUGH THE WOODS.

ESPECIALLY ON AUTUMN DAYS, WHEN THE AIR IS COOL, AND THE FLIES AND MOSQUITOS
ARE GONE, AND BASKETBALL PRACTICE HASN’T BEGUN. I LIKE THE QUIET. I LIKE THE
WORDLESSNESS OF THE WALK.



A PRETTY SUGAR MAPLE DRESSED IN VIVID ORANGE FRILLS BECKONS ME OFF THE PATH. I
STAND TO LOOK AT HER. I SOUND LIKE A WEIRDO, I KNOW. A SIXTEEN-YEAR-OLD BOY

CALLING A SUGAR MAPLE PRETTY. IT WAS DAD THAT TAUGHT ME TO APPRECIATE TREES
BEFORE HE HUNG HIMSELF FROM ONE. I LOVE ‘EM EVEN MORE, NOW, DAD AND TREES. DID
YOU KNOW THE OLDEST MAPLE IS FIVE HUNDRED YEARS OLD? THEY CALL IT THE COMFORT

TREE. DAD SAID ALL TREES ARE COMFORT TREES.



I SEARCH THE SUGAR MAPLE FOR A PERFECT ORANGE LEAF - I THINK I’LL PRESS THE
LEAF BETWEEN TWO SHEETS OF WAXED PAPER LIKE I DID WHEN I WAS A KID – BUT I CAN’T
FIND A PERFECT ORANGE LEAF. IT DOESN’T MATTER. WE DON’T EVEN HAVE WAXED PAPER

AT HOME. WE DON’T SAVE THINGS AT HOME.



I FOLLOW A LINE OF GOLDEN, ROUND-LEAVED ASPENS TO THE CREEK, A GROVE OF CLONE
TREES GROWN FROM THE ROOT SYSTEM OF THE MALE. “ASPIS MEANS SHIELD IN GREEK,”

DAD SAID. “ASPENS ARE PROTECTORS AND INSPIRE COURAGE.” BRAVE ASPENS. MAGIC
ASPENS. I WONDER, DAD, DID IT TAKE COURAGE TO KILL YOURSELF? DID YOU CARE ABOUT

LEAVING ME?



“DEPRESSION IS A VILLAIN,” THE THERAPIST SAID. “THAT VILLAIN CONVINCED YOUR FATHER
THE WORLD WAS BETTER OFF WITHOUT HIM.”



I COULD HAVE SLAYED THE VILLAIN. IF I HAD ONLY TOLD DAD HOW MUCH I NEEDED HIM.



I SIGH. I TRY TO TAKE A DEEPER BREATH. I INHALE THE DANK SMELL OF COLD DIRT AND
DROPPED LEAVES. I SMELL DAD, THE AMALGAM OF DECOMPOSITION AND OLD BLOOD. I
DIDN’T KNOW WHAT THE SMELL WAS WHEN I WAS A KID. I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT A MEDICAL
EXAMINER DID. THE SMELL WAS A THICK SMELL AND SWEET. I KNEW, ONLY, THAT THE

SMELL WAS MY DAD. I’VE GOT A FRIEND, JIMMY, WHO LIKES THE SMELL OF SKUNKS.



MY BACKPACK IS LIGHT, NO BOOKS, NOT MUCH HOMEWORK. WITH IT BEING THE END OF
THE SEMESTER AND THE WEEK BEFORE THANKSGIVING, TEACHERS DON’T ADD TO THEIR

PILES OF UNGRADED PAPERS. I DROP MY BAG AT A WILLOW. I STRIP A BRANCH OF ITS
LEAVES. I SIT ON A ROCK. I PRETEND TO FISH.

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“KNOCK. KNOCK,” I SAY. “WHO’S THERE?”



“FISH ON A HOOK OUT OF WATER.”



“DAD? IS THAT YOU?”



I REACH TO UNHOOK HIM, BUT HE SLIPS THROUGH MY FINGERS. HOW DID I LET MY DAD
SLIP THROUGH MY FINGERS?



“IT WASN’T YOUR FAULT. THERE WAS NOTHING YOU COULD DO.” THE THERAPIST SAID IT.
MOM SAID IT, BUT I KNOW MOM DOESN’T FEEL THAT WAY.



I KEEP PHOTOGRAPHS OF DAD IN A TACKLE BOX. HIS EYES LOOK SAD EVEN AS HIS FACE
SMILES. IN A BIRTHDAY PHOTO, WE WEAR MATCHING RED HATS ON OUR HEADS, THE
PAPER CONE KIND WITH THE ELASTIC BANDS THAT DIG UNDER OUR CHINS. HIS BODY

LEANS INTO ME. HIS ARMS HUG ME ENTHUSIASTICALLY. HE LOOKS AT ME. I LOOK AT THE
CAKE. MY MOUTH IS OPEN IN THE READY POSITION TO BLOW OUT SIX CANDLES. I AM
HAPPY. WE WERE HAPPY. BUT I SEE HIS SADNESS CAPTURED BY THE PHOTOGRAPH.

MAYBE BECAUSE HIS SMILE LOOKS A LITTLE LIKE THE SAME FAKE SMILE, I MAKE IN ALL
MY SCHOOL PICTURES. MAYBE BECAUSE HIS LIPS ARE DRY AND LOOK A LITTLE TOO

STRETCHED OVER HIS TEETH. OR BECAUSE THE CORNERS OF HIS MOUTH DON’T GO UP
INTO HIS CHEEKS IN AN EASY WAY.



I AM SEVEN YEARS TOO LATE FOR MORE KNOCK, KNOCK, JOKES. I AM SEVEN YEARS TOO
LATE TO MAKE HIM LAUGH, SEVEN YEARS TOO LATE TO MAKE HIM HAPPIER, SEVEN

YEARS TOO LATE TO GIVE HIM REASONS TO STAY. I SHOULD HAVE MADE HIM NOT WANT
TO LEAVE US.



I WANT TO TELL MOM THAT I WALK THROUGH THE WOODS, BUT SHE WORRIES. “APPLES
AND TREES,” I HEARD HER SAY. “I WILL SPEND MY LIFE TRYING TO KEEP HIM ALIVE.” SHE
MEANS ME. SHE MEANS KEEP ME ALIVE. I WANT TO TELL HER THAT HER BURDEN MAKES
ME ANGRY, THAT IT CRUSHES ME, THAT IT FLATTENS ME. I WANT TO TELL HER NOT TO
WORRY ABOUT ME, BUT I’M SCARED. I’M SCARED AS IF HER THOUGHT IS A PREMONITION.



I PICK UP MY BACKPACK AND I FOLLOW THE CREEK THAT LEADS TO THE OAK TREE IN THE

YARD, TO THE BLACK SCAR ON ITS TRUNK FROM WHERE A THICK LIMB ONCE REACHED
UPWARD. I SIT ON A BRANCH THAT SPREADS OVER THE GROUND. ALL THE OAK’S

BRANCHES HAVE TURNED TOWARD THE GROUND. “DAD?” I SMELL DECOMPOSITION AND
OLD BLOOD. I SMELL THE VANILLA IN THE OLD OAK’S TREE BARK, THE SMELL DAD
TAUGHT ME TO NOTICE. I FEEL THE STRENGTH IN THE OLD OAK’S TRUNK.



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IN THE KITCHEN I SEE THE BOWL FULL OF APPLES, A WHITE
OAK BOWL FULL OF RED APPLES. IT HITS ME WHY THE BOWL
IS THERE. SEVEN YEARS OF APPLES IN A WHITE OAK BOWL

SITTING ON THE KITCHEN COUNTERTOP AND I ONLY, NOW,
SEE WHY MY MOM PUTS THEM THERE. “APPLES AND TREES.

I WILL SPEND MY LIFE TRYING TO KEEP HIM ALIVE.” THE
WHITE OAK IS DAD. THE APPLES ARE ME.



I PULL EACH APPLE FROM THE BOWL. I LINE THEM UP ON
THE COUNTERTOP. SEVEN APPLES. SEVEN YEARS. I

INSPECT EACH APPLE FOR BRUISES AND BLEMISHES. NOT A
SINGLE BRUISE ON ANY OF THE APPLES. IT’S A SIGN, MY

SIGN. I AM AN APPLE FROM ONLY THE BEST PARTS OF THE
TREE. I FEEL TALLER. I AM SURE. I’VE SLAYED THE VILLAIN

THAT WAS HIDING INSIDE ME.



“MOM,” I SAY, WHEN SHE WALKS INTO THE KITCHEN. “YOU
DON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT ME.”

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THE UGLY DUCKLING

THERE WAS ONCE A MOTHER DUCK. THIS MOTHER DUCK HAD NO CHILDREN
YET FOR NONE OF HER EGGS HAD HATCHED.



SHE WAITED PATIENTLY DAY AND NIGHT FOR HER BABIES TO HATCH. ONE
DAY, AS SHE WAS SITTING ON HER NEST OF EGGS THE MOTHER DUCK FELT

SOMETHING MOVE BENEATH HER.



CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!!



FILLED WITH HAPPINESS, THE MOTHER DUCK WATCHED AS, ONE BY ONE, HER
EGGS HATCHED. SHE WAS SO EXCITED TO LEAD HER CHILDREN TO THE POND

AND TEACH THEM ALL THE WAYS OF BEING A DUCK. UNFORTUNATELY FOR
THE MOTHER DUCK, ONE EGG WAS LEFT TO HATCH. THIS EGG WAS LARGER

THAN THE REST. THIS EGG WAS BROWNER THAN THE REST. HER LITTLE
DUCKS IMPATIENTLY WAITED FOR TWO MORE DAYS AND NIGHTS.



“I WANT TO GO TO THE POND, MOTHER,” ONE BABY DUCK QUACKED.



“LET’S GO! LET’S GO!” TWO MORE QUACKED EXCITEDLY.



BUT THE MOTHER DUCK MADE THEM ALL WAIT, FOR SHE PROMISED HERSELF
THAT SHE WOULD LOVE ALL HER CHILDREN THE SAME.



AT THE CRACK OF DAWN ON THE THIRD DAY OF WAITING, THE LARGE BROWN
EGG BEGAN TO VIBRATE. IT SHOOK AND SHOOK AS ALL OF THE DUCKS
WATCHED IN AWE.


THEN SUDDENLY: CRAAAAACK!!!



OUT FROM THE LARGE BROWN EGG POPPED A LARGE, STRANGE LOOKING
HEAD OF A BIRD THAT DIDN’T LOOK MUCH LIKE A DUCK. THIS BABY’S BEAK
WAS A LITTLE TOO LONG, HIS FEATHERS WERE A LITTLE TOO SCRUFFY, AND

HIS FACE WAS A LITTLE TOO UGLY!



BUT, NONETHELESS, THE MOTHER DUCK PROMISED HERSELF THAT SHE
WOULD LOVE ALL HER CHILDREN THE SAME.



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UGLY DUCKLING SHE LED HER CHILDREN INTO THE NEARBY POND AND BEGAN
TO TEACH EACH DUCKLING HOW TO BE A PROPER DUCK.



SHE TAUGHT THEM HOW TO QUACK. EACH DUCKLING QUACKED.



QUACK!! QUACK!! QUACK!! QUACK!!



THE UGLY DUCKLING QUACKED.



CRAOAUK!!



ALL OF THE DUCKS IN THE POND STARED AT THE UGLY DUCKING AND BEGAN
TO LAUGH. THE MOTHER DUCKLING SADLY TOOK HER LITTLE DUCKLINGS
OVER TO A DIFFERENT PART OF THE POND. THE OTHER DUCKLINGS WERE

GIGGLING AND MAKING FUN OF THE UGLY ONE. TWO NEARBY DUCKS SWAM
BY AND PECKED AT THE UGLY DUCKLING’S FEATHERS.



“THIS ONE LOOKS NOTHING LIKE YOUR OTHERS!” ONE JESTED.



“THIS ONE IS UGLY!” THE OTHER SCOFFED.



THE UGLY DUCKLING HUNG HIS HEAD IN SHAME. THE MOTHER DUCKLING
BECAME VERY EMBARRASSED OF HER UGLY DUCKLING AND MADE HIM STAY

IN THE CORNER OF THE POND WHILE THE OTHERS PRACTICED SWIMMING,
DIVING, QUACKING, AND SPLASHING.



ONE EVENING, AS ALL OF THE DUCKS IN THE POND HAD GONE TO SLEEP, THE
UGLY DUCKLING DECIDED THAT IT WAS TIME FOR HIM TO LEAVE. HE KNEW HE

WAS CAUSING HIS MOTHER DISTRESS AND HE DID NOT WANT TO LIVE IN A
PLACE WHERE HE FELT UNWANTED.



SO THE LITTLE UGLY DUCKLING RAN AWAY.



HE WADDLED FAR AWAY FROM THE POND WHERE HE WAS BORN. HE
WADDLED THROUGH SMALL MARSH PLANTS AND LARGE RIVER REEDS. HE

WADDLED OVER BUNDLES OF STICKS AND PILES OF DUNG. ALL THIS
WADDLING MADE HIM DIRTIER THAN EVER.



HE APPROACHED A NEW POND THAT WAS FILLED WITH A FAMILY OF
DIFFERENT DUCKS. THESE DUCKS WERE HAPPILY SWIMMING AND QUACKING.

HE ADVANCED ONE OF THE DUCKLINGS WHO LOOKED TO BE JUST A BIT
LARGER AND OLDER THAN THE UGLY DUCKLING.

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“HELLO THERE!” BEAMED THE UGLY DUCKLING TO THE OTHER DUCKLING. WITH THIS, THE NEW
FAMILY OF DUCKS TURNED AND STARED AT THE UGLY DUCKLING.


“AND WHO ARE YOU?” ASKED THE MOTHER DUCK.


“WHAT ARE YOU?” ASKED THE FATHER DUCK.


“YOU SURE ARE UGLY!” ALL THE DUCKLINGS CHIMED IN.



AS THIS FAMILY OF DUCKS BEGAN TO QUACK AND LAUGH AT THE UGLY DUCKING, HE WADDLED OFF
AGAIN IN SEARCH OF A NICER FAMILY TO CALL HIS OWN.



HE WADDLED FAR AWAY FROM THE POND WITH THE FAMILY OF DUCKS. HE WADDLED THROUGH
SMALL MARSH PLANTS AND LARGE RIVER REEDS. HE WADDLED OVER BUNDLES OF STICKS AND

PILES OF DUNG. ALL THIS WADDLING MADE HIM EVEN DIRTIER THAN BEFORE!



NEXT THE UGLY DUCKLING CAME TO AN EVEN LARGER POND FILLED WITH A FAMILY OF GEESE. THE
GOSLINGS WERE A BROWN-GRAY LIKE HE WAS! HAPPILY, THE UGLY DUCKLING WADDLED TO THE
WATER’S EDGE, PLOPPED HIS LITTLE BODY IN THE WATER, AND SWAM TOWARDS THE FAMILY OF

GEESE. HE ADVANCED ONE OF THE GOSLINGS WHO LOOKED EVEN LARGER AND GREYER THAN HIM.



“HELLO THERE!” THE UGLY DUCKING HAPPILY EXCLAIMED, GREETING THE GOSLING. WITH THIS, THE
FAMILY OF GEESE TURNED AND STARED AT THE UGLY DUCKLING.


“AND WHO ARE YOU?” ASKED THE MOTHER GOOSE.


“WHAT ARE YOU?” ASKED THE FATHER GOOSE.


“YOU SURE ARE UGLY!” ALL THE GOSLINGS CHIMED IN.



AS THIS FAMILY OF DUCKS BEGAN TO HONK AND LAUGH AT THE UGLY DUCKING. BEFORE THE
DUCKLING COULD WADDLE OFF THE GEESE SURROUNDED HIM AND THE FATHER GOOSE SAID,

“THOUGH YOU ARE QUITE STRANGE LOOKING YOU MAY STAY WITH US! YOU ARE MORE THAN
WELCOME TO JOIN OUR FAMILY.”



THE UGLY DUCKLING COULDN’T BE HAPPIER. THE GEESE WERE VERY KIND TO HIM THOUGH THEIR
HONKS HURT HIS EARS.



MANY DAYS AND NIGHTS PASSED AND THE UGLY DUCKLING WAS LIVING HAPPILY WITH THE GEESE.
HE LOVED TO PLAY WITH THE GOSLINGS AND THE MOTHER AND FATHER TREATED HIM LIKE THEIR
OWN. EVERYTHING WAS PERFECT. UNTIL…


A HUNTER AND HIS BASSET HOUND APPROACHED THE POND. THE HUNTER BEGAN FIRING OFF
SHOTS AT THE GEESE AND THE HOUND CHASED THE BIRDS AROUND THE POND TRYING TO CATCH
ONE. THE UGLY DUCKLING COULD DO NOTHING BUT SIT STILL.

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AS THE HOUND APPROACHED HIM, SNIFFED FOR AWHILE AND COCKED ITS HEAD, “WHAT
ARE YOU? YOU SURE ARE UGLY!” IT SAID BEFORE IT RAN OFF IN SEARCH OF A REAL
GOOSE.



IN THE MIDST OF THE HUNTER’S AMBUSH, THE UGLY DUCKLING SADLY WADDLED OFF
ONCE MORE.



HE WAS GROWING LARGER; HIS FEATHERS WERE COMING IN AND THE UGLY DUCKLING
WAS ABLE TO FLY OFF THE GROUND. HOWEVER, THE UGLY DUCKLING HAD BECOME
VERY WEAK AND HUNGRY; HE DID NOT HAVE ENOUGH STRENGTH TO FLY.



INSTEAD HE WADDLED HIS WAY TO A SMALL HOUSE WHERE HE TOOK SHELTER DURING
THE NIGHT.



IN THE MORNING, THE UGLY DUCKLING AWOKE TO THE SOUNDS OF HUMAN CHATTER.



“WHAT IS IT?” AN OLD WOMAN ASKED.



“A DUCK, PERHAPS?” HER HUSBAND REPLIED.



“JUST WHAT WE’VE NEEDED!” THE WOMAN EXCLAIMED.



WITH THAT, THE FARMER AND HIS WIFE ALLOWED THE UGLY DUCKLING TO LIVE WITH
THEM IN THE HOPES THAT THE DUCK WOULD LAY EGGS FOR THEM TO EAT.



THEY WAITED AND WAITED… AND WAITED. BUT NOTHING HAPPENED. THE UGLY
DUCKLING NEVER LAID EGGS; HE DID, HOWEVER, GROW LARGER AND HARDER TO TAKE

CARE OF.



THOUGH THE FARMER AND HIS WIFE HAD GROWN FOND OF THE UGLY DUCKLING, THEY
HAD NO MORE ROOM HIM IN THEIR HOUSE.


AND SO, THEY SHOOED HIM OUT.



“GO FIND YOURSELF A FAMILY THAT WILL LOVE YOU!” SHOUTED THE FARMER, SADLY, AS
HE SHUT THE DOOR.



THE UGLY DUCKLING HUNG HIS DEAD AND WADDLED FAR AWAY FROM THE FARMER’S
HOUSE. HE WADDLED THROUGH NOW FROZEN MARSH PLANTS AND LARGE FROZEN
RIVER REEDS. HE WADDLED OVER FROZEN BUNDLES OF STICKS AND FROZEN PILES OF

DUNG. ALL THIS WADDLING MADE HIM COLDER THAN EVER.



MIRACULOUSLY, THE UGLY DUCKLING HAD SURVIVED THE COLD WINTER. WITH SPRING,
ALL OF THE FROZEN PONDS MELTED AND THE FROST EVAPORATED FROM THE MARSH

PLANTS AND RIVER REEDS. THE UGLY DUCKLING WAS STILL SAD, HOWEVER.



HE APPROACHED A CRYSTAL CLEAR POND AND SAW A FAMILY OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL
BIRDS HE HAD EVER SEEN - SWANS.

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AS HE SAT BY THE WATER’S EDGE, HE DIDN’T EVEN DARE TO ASK
THESE BIRDS IF HE COULD JOIN, FOR HE KNEW IF HE WAS TOO UGLY

TO LIVE WITH DUCKS, GEESE, AND HUMANS, HE WAS SURELY TOO
UGLY TO LIVE WITH A GORGEOUS BEVY OF SWANS.



SUDDENLY, A SWAN GRACEFULLY GLIDED THROUGH THE WATER
OVER TO WHERE THE UGLY DUCKLING WAS SITTING.



“MY, MY! YOUR FEATHERS ARE THE WHITEST I HAVE EVER SEEN. HOW
THEY GLEAM IN THE SUN!” THE SWAN EXCLAIMED TO THE UGLY
DUCKLING.



CONFUSED, THE UGLY DUCKLING WANDERED TO THE WATER AND
PEERED AT HIS REFLECTION. MUCH TO HIS SURPRISE, HE WAS NOT AN

UGLY DUCKING, FOR HE WAS NOT A DUCK AT ALL! HE WAS A
BEAUTIFUL WHITE SWAN WITH A LONG AND ELEGANT NECK.



HE ENTERED THE WATER AND JOINED HIS NEW FAMILY.



ONE DAY, AS THE SWANS WERE SWIMMING, A MAN AND HIS WIFE
CAME STROLLING BY WITH THEIR CHILD. THE SWAN RECOGNIZED

THIS COUPLE AS THE FARMER AND HIS WIFE.



THEY APPROACHED THE EDGE OF THE POND AND BEGAN TO FEED
THE SWANS BREADCRUMBS.



THE FARMER LOOKED AT THE ONCE UGLY ‘DUCKLING’ AND SAID, “IT
LOOKS LIKE YOU FOUND YOURSELF A NICHE – A FAMILY. YOU ARE THE

MOST BEAUTIFUL SWAN I HAVE EVER SEEN.”



FOR THE REST OF HIS DAYS, THE SWAN LIVED HAPPILY WITH HIS NEW
SWAN FAMILY AND WAS GREETED OFTEN BY THE FARMER AND HIS
FAMILY.



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A2T2 ‘ S
CLASS
ACTIVITY







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OUR PICTURES

first picture with Madam
Hanitah

our group discussion
about class magazine

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our group discussion about
class magazine project. it was
so fun.

during this time, we were
searching poems, songs and
short story for our class
magazine

our classmate’s sharini was
having discussion about
magazine with cheong

31 MEMORIES

took a selfie before muet
test, we were so nervous

breakfast with Madam
Hanitah

disscussion with our economy
pal leader

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we were talking and
discuss about our class
magazine project

first picture together
with A2T2’s members

A2T2’s GIRLS

we took a selfie after MEMORIES
finished our perniagaan’s
class

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sharini volunteer to account‘s class
answer mathematic
question

lecture’s time THINGS END BUT MEMORIES LAST
FOREVER.
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35 Friendship is another word for love.

PHOTOS RECAP 2022

36 In Memories

with right people, you grow everyday

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In Memories

"A PICTURE IS WORTH A
THOUSAND WORDS, BUT A

MEMORY IS PRICELESS"

" OUR PATHS MAY CHANGE
AS LIFE GOES ALONG BUT
THE BOND BETWEEN FRIENDS
REMAINS EVER STRONG "