Sabtu, 23 November 2013

Summary Of The Narrative Text

Dongso and The Little Sawah

Once upon a time lived a starving boy name Dongso. He was so poor so he decided to work. He worked in a widow field. He prepared the widow field very well. But, when the harvest time came, Dongso found that the stalks were empty of kernels. After that, he tried to prepare the field for the second time.What happened at the first happen again, the stalks were empty of kernels. When knew this thing happened, the neighbor of the widow thought that Dongso sent by God to punish the widow because she was popular with her stingy character, When heard about that, the widow dismiss Dongso without payed him.

Then, Dongso decided to walk along the road and He founded a little hut. He knocked at that little hut door. An old woman, Randa Derma, opened the door. Dongso said "please, give me a hand of rice". Randa Derma asked "why you are begging ? you still look strong and young". Because Randa Derma was a kindhearted women, she let Dongso in and served him some food.Without a word, Dongso ate the food.
When Dongso had finished, Randa Derma asked him "why you were begging ? why you don't go to work ?". Dongso answered, "I had worked in a widow field but when the harvest time came, the stalks were empty of kernels”. Randa Derma said, “if you still want to work, i will give you a chance. You can work in my field but I have no buffalo, and my field is not the big one. If you did it, you can have 1 of 5 of the harvest”. Dongso than accepted it.

Early in the next morning, Dongso came to Randa Derma’s field. He prepared the field very good and very carefully. When a night before the harvest time came, Dongso could not sleep. He felt worry, he scare that he would fail again like is experience before.

When the morning came, Dongso went to Randa Derma’s field. He found the field was full of golden stalks. Dongso and Randa Derma felt so happy when knew about that. So, as the promise that Randa Derma gave, Dongso got 1 of 5 of the harvest.


Now, Dongso become a rich man. He could buy field and buffalo as many as he wanted and he needed.  

The Moral Value : The one who are kind will get something good. Although you will pass a hard moment first, you must be strong and keep be a good and kind person.

Selasa, 22 Oktober 2013

NARRATIVE TEXT

DONGSO AND THE LITTLE SAWAH

A starving boy went wearily from village to village. His name was Dongso and he had been dismissed by a rich widow for whom he had worked, because the harvest had been so poor. 

The widow was known throughout the land as the owner of the most fruitful acres, but after Dongso had come the harvest had been so meager that he alone ate more rice than the fields produced. It happened not once, but twice. The widow herself had seen how well Dongso had prepared the sawah and tended the young rice shoots, but when they had grown tall and ready to be harvested, the stalks were empty of kernels and hung limp in the sun. 

After the second harvest, the village people began to whisper that the young man might be a bad spirit. Perhaps he had been sent to earth by Allah to punish the widow because she was so stingy and made such meager offerings to the village-spirit and the sawah-spirit. 

The widow, of course, heard these whispering, and in anger she dismissed Dongso, without paying him. 

Weak with hunger Dongso came one evening to the outskirts of a village and knocked at the door of the first house he saw. It was a little hut in the midst of a small sawah owned by a poor old woman, Randa Derma. When Dongso knocked, she opened the door to him and he fell across the threshold. 

"Please," he said feebly, "give me a handful of rice. I am starving." 

"Why do you have to beg?" she asked him. "You look strong and you are young. Why don't you earn your rice? Why don't you work for your food?'* 

But she was a goodhearted woman and she pulled her unexpected guest into the room without waiting for his answer. She set rice and coffee in front of him. "Eat and drink, my son'' she said. "And then tell me why you beg rather than work." 

The boy began to eat without a word, trying to make up for the many days he had gone hungry. When at last he was satisfied, he told the old woman his story. "I did my best'' he said. "I worked hard all the time I took care of the widow's sawah. And truly I could not help it, it was not my fault, that the ears were almost always empty. I think," he said slowly, "it was because she did not make offerings to the protecting spirits and they were punishing her. And how could I force them to make the ears full of grain?" 

"No, of course you couldn't'' the old woman agreed. "But if you will stay with me and work my little sawah, I will give you one fifth of the harvest yield. The trouble is, I have no buffalo. But the field isn't very big." 

"It won't matter'' Dongso said. His eyes shone with gratitude for her offer. "I'll do my best for you." 

Early the next morning, he started for the sawah, with only a spade. He turned the earth as if he had a fine plow and a strong buffalo working for him. When the time came for the sowing he did that, too, with speed and skill. Now he must wait with patience for the ripening. Then he would be able to harvest full, fine ears of rice! It was almost as if his wishes were coming true, for the rice stalks grew tall and straight, and the ears turned a beautiful golden yellow. 

But then the worst happened, the same thing that had happened when he was working in the fields of the rich widow. The fine-looking stalks carried only empty ears, with not a grain of rice in them! He asked himself, in despair, "Can it be that this woman, too, has made no offering to the spirits? Or can it be that I am the one who brings bad luck to people?" 

He couldn't bear to tell the old woman what was troubling him. She would find out for herself soon enough, when she went into the field for the harvest. 

As the day drew near Dongso grew sadder and sadder. The night before the harvest he couldn't sleep a wink. He lay on his mat, tossing from side to side, thinking of the empty ears of rice in the field and how unhappy the old woman would be. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he could not face her disappointment when she opened the ears of rice that had been cut. Very early, long before sunup, he would leave the village; he would steal away as he had come, and beg from door to door till he found work again. 

As quietly as a mouse he crept out of the hut next morning and started for the road. But before he left the village for good, he had to look once more at the little sawah where he had labored so long and faithfully. Walking sadly between the tall stalks, he looked again at the golden-yellow, empty ears. Idly he plucked one off and opened it. As he had thought, there were no rice grains in it. 

Then his mouth fell open and he looked again, hardly believing what he saw. There were no grains of rice, but there were grains of gold, pure, glittering gold! He was dazed with astonishment. This couldn't be. Maybe in one ear, but surely not Dongso picked another one, and still another one, and yet another one, and each ear was filled with kernels of gold. 

He ran back to the little hut, and found the old woman busy with her weaving. She looked up at him in astonishment. "Why are you so happy, Dongso?" 

Dongso almost told her. But he wanted her to see the amazing sight herself. He wanted her to find the kernels of gold as he had found them. So he said, "Because today we are going to give a wonderful harvest feast, Randa Derma!" 

The old woman's wrinkled face puckered sadly when he said that "No, Dongso''. she said with a sigh, "I'm sorry, but we can't do that. We can only make a simple meal. I spent the last of my money on offerings to the spirits of the village and of the sawah so that they might bless the harvest." 

"And so they have!" he shouted. "Wait till you see how they have blessed the harvest!" He took her by the hand and led her to the sawah. The old woman stumbled in her haste to follow his quick steps as he hurried her to the place where he had made the amazing discovery. 

Dongso tore off a stalk and gave it to her. "Look inside, Little Mother'' he urged, and he watched as she opened the ear and found the golden kernels. He laughed when she shrieked with joy. "What did I tell you? What did I tell you?" 

But the old woman pulled herself together quickly. "Now Allah be praised'' she said, bowing her head. "My little rice field has brought forth more than a hundred great sawah could bring forth. Allah be praised!" 

She had promised Dongso a fifth of the harvest and she gave him a fifth of the harvest. Now he was rich. He could buy himself a sawah, he could buy buffaloes, as many as he needed, as many as he wanted. But Dongso bought neither a rice field nor buffaloes. He was faithful to the old woman who had befriended him, and he took care of the many spreading sawahs she bought with the same zeal that he had taken care of her tiny sawah. And he did to others who came to help him as she had done to him he gave them one fifth of the crop of the lush acres. 

It has been so from that day to this: One fifth of each sawah's harvest is divided among the helpers. From that day to this, too, there has never been want or poverty in that district. The people of Derma have lived in peace and plenty all these years. 

That's what the village was named Derma, after the old woman who had befriended Dongso and who had been so poor that she could not even offer a harvest feast. But the Javanese do not believe the village's well-being came from the fruitfulness of the countryside. They believe the good fortune of the village and its people is due to the lovely temple Dongso built to the memory of his benefactor, after she died, on the very spot where once the little sawah had been. 

SOURCE  :  WWW.ENGLISHINDO.COM

Senin, 21 Oktober 2013

UNFORGETTABLE MOMENT

     When I was in 7th grade, I joined an extracurricular that was Pajarbara (flag rising extracurricular). I decided to join Pajarbara because I thought it was a cool extracurricular. I saw Pajarbara member performance in 'demo ekskul', when i just started get inside 7 Junior High School. 
     A few days later on, I started to join a rehearsal with Pajarbara. We did a rehearsal regularly on Friday. Just a few weeks after, my coach gave an announcement that we will join a contest. So, we prepared for everything. We prepared for the clothes and other equipment that needed for the contest. We became very diligent to do a rehearsal.
     Until one day before the contest, we had a rehearsal in Balai Kota (The Mayor Office). We started our rehearsal from 09.00 am until 06.00 pm. We did a rehearsal very serious until we just got quite short time to have a break. 
     A few minutes before I got home, I called my dad to pick me up. Because my father should take care of my sister he called an ojek driver who often picks me up to school or to my course. When my time to go back home already came, the ojek driver didn't come yet. Then, I directly called my dad. Because there was a wrong communication,  my dad asked me to go back home by public transportation. Before I took a public transportation I need to cross the road. When I already arrived in the middle of the road, suddenly, a motorcycle hit me, and I was unconscious. I didn't know how long I got unconscious, but, when I was conscious, somebody told me to bring me to hospital. I was crying, while I refuse to go to hospital. And then, the motorcycle driver called a taxi and brought me home.
     When I already arrived at home, my parents looked really shock. I directly went to my room because i felt so dizzy. In the living room, the motorcycle driver who hit me, had a conversation with my parents. After they finished the conversation, my mom came to my room and asked for my condition. Fortunately, nothing was broken. I just got an injury in my hip.
     After that accident, I didn't join the contest and I quit from Pajarbara  because my dad didn't allow me anymore.

Minggu, 22 September 2013

My Daily Activities

I want to tell you about my activities on Monday, September 16, 2013 . Here it is :
Woke up   : 04.50
Got up   : 04.55
Prayed Subuh   : 04.55-05.00
Took a bath   : 05.00-05.15
Changed clothes   : 05.15-05.20
Had a breakfast   : 05.20-05.30
Went to school   : 05.30
Arrived at school   : 06.15
Started the 1st lesson   : 06.30
Had the 1st break   : 09.30
Continued the lesson   : 09.45
Had the 2nd break   : 12.00
Continued the lesson   : 12.30
Finished the lesson   : 14.45
Had a discussion with friends   : 14.45-15.00
Prayed Ashar   : 15.00-15.10
Went to English course   : 15.10
Arrived at English course   : 16.00
Started the course   : 17.00
Finished the course   : 18.40
Prayed Magrib   : 18.40-18.45
Backed to home   : 18.45
Arrived at home   : 19.15
Changed the clothes   : 19.15-19.30
Prayed Isya   : 19.30-19.35
Had a dinner   : 19.35-19.45
Studied and do the homeworks   : 19.45-21.30
Went to sleep   : 21.30


That are my activities on Monday, September 16, 2013. Thank you for read it.

Sabtu, 21 September 2013

MY FRIEND DESCRIPTION

        I have a friend. Her name is Nabila Putri Alifa. She was born on 9 of June 1998 in Bandung. She lives in Baladewa Utara No. 42. She lives with her parents and her younger brother. Her father is an employee, her mother is a housewife, and her brother is a student. Her brother name is Syamil Mohammed Shatilla Afzalurrahman. He was born on 21 of June 2003. He is in 5th grade now.
            She used to go to 9 Junior High School in Ksatrian street no. 12. Now, she goes to 3 Senior High School in Belitung street no. 8
            Nabila wears a veil. She has 160 cm of height and 52 kg of weight. She has some favorites things. First is her favorite food, she said that she likes steak. she also has favorite drink, that is avocado juice. And then, she has favorite subject, it is English. Then, her favorite color is purple, pink, and orange. Beside has some favorites thing, she also has some hobbies that are listening to the music, drawing, reading books, and watching tv.
            She has an inspiring person, the person that she inspire is her mother. She inspire her mother because she said that her mother always there for her, no matter what, when she was sad or happy, and also her mother is the strongest person she ever met. She has an ambition to be an architect. Then, she also wish that she hope she can be a better person and also can inspire many people. Hope what she wish will come true in the future. Amin.....

MY DESCRIPTION

My name is Nisa Nadira Ramadhani. Usually, my friends call me Dira, Nisa, or Nadira. That is not a big deal for me because all of them are the words that exist in my name, so it’s okay. I was born on 13 of January 1999, in Bandung, West Java, Indonesia. My parents are not from Bandung. Both of them are from Medan, North Sumatra, Indonesia. So, sometimes when Eid Mubarak comes, we go to Medan to visit my grandparents on there. The occupation of my parents are civil servant (PNS). I also have one little sister, her name is Dhia Ulya Azizah. She was born in Bandung like me, on 1 of March 2009. She still in the kindergarten. Me, my sister, and my parents live in Palem Residence 1, near Buah Batu toll gate.
I used to go to 7 Junior High School, the school that located in Ambon street no. 23. Now, i go to 3 Senior High School, in Belitung street no. 8. Some of my friends from 7 JHS are also go to 3 SHS now.
I want to explain, little bit about my physical appearance. I have long straight black hair, have medium height, and wear a glasses. Besides that, i want to tell you my favorite things. My favorite color is light blue, my favorite food is noodles, my favorite subject is mathematics, and my favorite music genre is pop. Basically, besides the 4 favorite things that i just told to you. I have favorite country, that is USA. I always dream to go there because i think USA is cool country and i really interesting to go there. So, i have a dream to go to USA one day.

I have a hobby, it is listening to the music. Especially, western songs. I have quite a lot western songs because i like to collect it.