MENGUNJUNGI TEMAN

          Malam Senin 8 April 2012 Malam yang indah, sejuk dan di hiasi lampu-lampu di sekeliling asramaku (UMY), ku berjalan menyusuri jalan yang ada di depan ku, tak terasa akupun sampai ketempat rumah temanku. Namanya Novi. Seperti biasanya aku mengucapkan salam sebelum masuk ke dalam kosnya.

          “Assalamu’alaikum Wr…Wb….” Ucapku

“LUCU….LUCU…LUCU.. “

“Wkwkkwkwkkwwkwkkwkwkwkwkwkkwkwkk” hanya ketawa yang bisa ku katakan, hari ini adalah hari dimana aku memiliki pengalaman baru dalam hidupku, sala satu mimpi dalam hidupku yaitu bisa melihat mensin cuci dan menggunakannya semauku, dan bertanya kepada pemilikinya semauku apabila ada kesulitan dalam penggunaan mesin cuci tersebut

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ANOTHER VERSION OF MALIN KUNDANG

            Long time ago, in a small village near the beach in West Sumatera, lived a woman and her son, Malin Kundang. Malin Kundang’s father had passed away when he was a baby, and he had to live hard with his mother.

          As we know that, Malin kundang as a wicked person to his mom, isn’t it?
But hear I would like to tell another version from this story, if Malin kundang’s mother curse Malin became a Stone, but here is very different of the story,

Trying To Teach

Trying to teach
Actually is very hard to teach someone, because we have to keep full spirit to teach them and we have to know the subject and also we can explain to them until they understand well. Moreover, we have to be smarter than them. But in the other hand, we are very shy when we teach and we do not answer about the question. Ohh.. is very embarrassed we are as a teacher. Therefore, we have to keep on studying.

“MOM”

by trisnawati
Ibu adalah wanita yang mulia
Wanita yang bisa mngerti tentang anak-anaknya
Yang tak pernah mengeluh
Yang selalu semangat demi anak-anaknya
Ia tak pernah menunjukan kesedihannya
Ia tak pernah merasakan kesakitan, walau teryata itu sakit
Ia tak relah melihat anak-anaknya sedih
Ia selalu tegar dalam setiap cobaan

Ohhh.. ibuu..
Hatimu sangat tulus, dalam menyanyangi anak-anakmu
Ibu, engkau seperti sahabatku
Yang mau mendengarkan curhatan hatiku
Ibu engkau seperti Peri,
Yang bisa mengatasi semua masalah yang engkau hadapi
Ohh… ibuuuuuuuu…
Tanpamu tiadalah arti hidupku
Engkau adalah inspirasi dalam hidupku
Ibu jasa-jasamu tak dapat ku balas
Hanya do’a yang bisa ku berikan untukmu, ibu..
Moga Allah dapat membalas semuanya..
Amieeennnn….

Aneh yaaaa!!!

Aku tahu semua orang memilki impian dan cita-cita untuk menggapai hidup ini. Ada yang gampang, ada yang lumayan susah dan ada pula yang sangat susah sekali untuk menggapainya. Tapi itu sumua tidak penting, yang penting adalah usaha kita untuk menggapainya..
Mengapa ya?? kebanyakan orang pintar itu pelit??? Mengapa ku katakana begini, karena ini realita kehidupan yang pernah aku alami di dunia ini. (ma’afya agak sedikit lebbay)

MY TERRIBLE EXPERIENCE

Recount text

When I was in a second senior high school, I was still did not know all of about English. Moreover, I was very shy because just only me could not speak English in my class. Furthermore, when I want to borrow my friend’s Alfalink, you knew, she did not let me borrowed it. At the time I did not know about Alfalink, so I asked my classroom who used to seat beside me, and she told me, “Why did not you know about the alfalink, there was not in your village”. I answered was very slowly, “yea, there was not, we used to dictionary”. I was very sad. But, at the time I was be to patient. Because I thought that I came here for studying not for shy. So, I keep my spirit because I remembered my parents.

HOW TO MAKE FRYING OIL

Procedure text

           I know you have known about frying oil, but I am sure that, you do know how to make it. Frying oil is very important as complete in the kitchen, because when we want to eat same fried food, I am sure that we need oil to fry it.

BATU MENANGIS

Narrative text

Long time ago, there lived an old window with her daughter was very beautiful named Darmi. There lived in small village and her husband had died. So that, meet the needs of their lived was Darmi’s mother. She used to work in field as wage laborers. While her daughter Darmi was very spoiled and lazy. She worked just only making up her face in mirror. She did not want to help her mother to work in field. Every day her mother asked her to go to the field she used to reject it.