Arguementative Essay : Uncollected rubbish irks traders

I argue about this topic at the New Straits Times paper on 24 January 2011 about the rubbish strewn around the temple and its vicinity looks like it's here to stay for a few more days, much to chagrin of shop owners and residents living nearby.  During the celebration, this problem is always happen anywhere such as Thaipusam festival.  When Thaipusam festival, almost of Indians went to the Batu Caves to celebrate their festival.  The rubbish is everywhere and looks dirty.  So, the Selayang Municipal Council (MPS) should take the responsibility to provide the enough dustbin or the large dustbin.  So, from that they can throw the rubbish into the large dustbin.  MPS also suppose to collect the rubbish surroundings of the area beacause Batu Caves is the favorite places for tourist.  Besides that, Malaysians must have the responsibility to throw the rubbish into the dustbin.  From that, the government can impose the compound who throw the rubbish everywhere. So, the government must take this phenomenon very serious and particular.

Childhood Is Full of Joy

Childhood is the best memories that make someone can not forget it until the whole life.  Most people say that childhood is a time filled with happy memories.  Yes, I agree with the statement.  My childhood time is full of joy.  It was many sweet and happy memories that I create while Im in childhood.  Ok, let me flashback the sweet memories that I have done while Im childhood.  In 1998, I was 7 years old, my parents send me to primary school at Sekolah Kebangsaan Taman Segar, Cheras.  Today is the first day go to school , I force my parents to send me to school early but the assembly will start on 7.30 but I force them 6.00 am send me to school. Huhhhhh nerdy ok . HAHA . I can't forget about that.  The mostly that I can't forget is I was farted in the class and the sounds like huhhhhh , don't know how to describe. Plus the smell of the fart huhhhhh , is like a huhhhhhh . HAHA. The best part, while teacher was teaching in front , she can smell it. She very angry then she ask the class who's fart , then all of them look at me. Then, the teacher is very angry then she ask me to stand outside the class and at the same time I cried . waaaaaaaaa . I think it is a happy memory because I can't forget it until now.