Telling Story

Gawaaaat..UAS speaking nanti mau perfom apa.  Pilihan yang ada hanya Role Play, Telling Story, Speech, Gamesbeat, dan Standup comedy. Waktu yang disediakan pun sangat sempit. Belum lagi mikirin tugas-tugas UAS yang lainnya. Okeh, ini waktunya keluarin the power of kepepet. Finally, saya pilih.. Telling Story. Syudah Laaaama tidak berdongeng.. Pertama dan terakhir kali dongeng kelas 1 smp.  Ahaaaa.. the power of kepepet begins. Untuk mendukung penampilan saya, saya pakai wayang-wayangan. Sederhana banget sih. Wayangnya kaya gini nih....

 

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Ini dia ceritanya.. 

The Boy & The Apple Tree

A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the treetop, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow…he loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. Time went by…the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree every day.

One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad. "Come and play with me” the tree asked the boy. "I am no longer a kid, I do not play around trees any more” the boy replied.

“I want toys. I need money to buy them.” “Sorry, but I do not have money… but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money.”The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.

One day, the boy who now turned into a man returned and the tree was excited“Come and play with me” the tree said.“I do not have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?” “ Sorry, but I do not have any house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house.” So the man cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the man never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad.

One hot summer day, the man returned and the tree was delighted. "Come and play with me!” the tree said. “I am getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?” said the man. "Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy.” So the man cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.

Finally, the man returned after many years. "Sorry, my boy. But I do not have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you …” the tree said."No problem, I do not have any teeth to bite" the man replied. "No more trunk for you to climb on” “I am too old for that now” the man said. "I really cannot give you anything... the only thing left is my dying roots” the tree said with tears. "I do not need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years” the man replied. "Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest, Come, come sit down with me and rest.” The man sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears…
This is a story of everyone.
The tree is like our parents

When we were young, we loved to play with our Mum and Dad...

When we grow up, we leave them…only come to them when we need something or when we are in trouble.

No matter what,
parents will always be there and
give everything they could
just to make you happy.

You may think the boy is cruel to the tree, but that is how all of us treat our parents.
We take them 4 granted we don't appreciate all they do 4 us, UNTIL it's 2 late.
Wallahi May Allah 4 give us of our shortcommings and may He Guide us,
Insha'allah w Ameen Ya rub.

Please enlighten all your friends and your families by telling them this story,

Love your Parents  

And your Lord has decreed that you worship none but Him. And that you be dutiful to your parents. If one of them or both of them attain old age in your life, say not to them a word of disrespect, nor shout at them but address them in terms of honour.

And lower unto them the wing of submission and humility through mercy, and say: "My Lord! Bestow on them Your Mercy as they did bring me up when I was small."

  

Thanks To http://www.missionislam.com/kidsclub/boy.htm

Recount Text

Did My Best

It had been another hard time in the world, It was  Friday 22^nd March. I did my best work in writing midterm test. Honestly, I first started to enjoy writing in senior high school in my extracurricular, journalism as a reporter. My favourite experience of journalism was make journalism as a new extracurricular in my school, because previously there had been no journalism in my school. Since then, I was a little much like writing. Thing that I like in writing was playing with words. Moreover after I entered a college as a student in major English Department, I had a lot of struggle, because English language had an immense warehouse of word, each with a specific and slightly different connotation and sound.

My dislikes of writing were to start and rewriting. A blank page had always scared me. Starting was daunting task, but once I have begun, the process usually stimulated my creatifity. As a writer, we should give attention for every word and punctuation mark. Because of this, we must sacrificed time, energy, and even a bit of ourselves of the story.

I thought my weaknesses in writing still very much. So that, in writing class, I realized how important writing skill was. Yesterday experienced such as writing class review, respond text, and recently narrative text increasingly challenging my skills in writing.

My ancient mind which always underestimated any job, took everything easy said that writing narrative text was a fun thing to work, because I didn’t need much energy. I just need a lot of daydreaming and imagination, but  writing was still writing. Thing that made disconcerting, I have found writer’s block, baffle, and weary. Including when I wrote narrative text for the assignment of midterm test, I couldn’t indiscriminate writing process anymore. Serious, focused and patient be required. I felt get little bit help because my job was re-created a new version of story ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ with first person perspective as a wolf. Honestly, I didn’t know much about wolf. Therefore I should find out a lot about wolf and that was so complicated. That was all like a whip for me to be able to work harder, learn smarter and neat.

 I got up at 3 am and started to write, I thought early morning was the best time to write, but already several days I couldn’t write a lot. Deadline was chasing me, oh God, I didn’t know exactly what to do. It was the hardest day for me but God very fair. He gave me the best, I got a lot of idea of my surroundings. Finally, I could finish my story with narrow deadline and I entitled my story with ‘Little Red Regrets’. God gave me the best because I did my best.

  

Narrative Text

Little Red Regrets

Written by : Irma Monica

It was the tenth winter I spent my days in the deep of the dark Aokigahara forest. I felt so lonely because no one of my family still alive. In this forest, I just stayed with my friend, Lapin. He was a rabbit and I was very jealous of him because he has a complete and harmonious family. Everybody knew who I was.  I had sharp fang which ready tear up skin until flesh and pierce my prey’s bone, I had red eyes that can see my prey in day or night. This was me, Loup. I was the scariest predator and I was the only wolf in this forest. But I has lost everything, my parents, home, food, friends. I had not them anymore, since that incident. Incident who made me suffer and revenge.

Whereas I didn’t wild like this before, but since human outside exploited this forest greedily I became a cruel wolf. Human outside cut down all trees in this forest, killed all animal including my family. Among of evil hunters, I saw a little girl who rode a horse and weared red hood with her father. She was very happy saw all animals were shoted and died.  Also my leg was deformed because her. Saw her happiness, raised some feeling that is revenge. The revenge who not yet could be abolished. Until whenever, I still looked for that girl.  

As usual afternoon, I went around forest. Suddenly, I heard horse step. That horse look like carried on someone, more precisely a girl.  The girl was watching Lapin. Not only that, she was looked like wanting to hunt Lapin. Did you know who she is? Yes, someone in that horse is a little girl, my old enemy who was grown up be a girl. But she was not wearing red hood anymore. When I saw her, this revenge became big and biger. I wanted to directly to eat her with my scrap, but that things is very usual for abolish my revenge. I wanted she felt what I felt for along time. “doorrr...” to my surprise  gunshots startled me and I saw Lapin was died. Whereas he was the only one friend that I had. And because this incident  I was very sad and did not know what to do. I really did not have anyone else. The girl brought Lapin,  with a torn heart I followed her journey and up in an old shack. the girl ran straight to the shack and knocked on the door.

“who’s there?” sounded like a grandmother who answer.

“Little red. I'm bringing you some cake. Open the door for me." said little red.

"Just press the latch," called out a grandmother. "I'm too weak to get up”.

The girl pressed the latch, and the door opened. She stepped inside, went straight to the grandmother's bed and I still followed her quietly.

“where’s your red hood? Why you don’t wear it?” said gradmother.

“I’m sorry grandma, I forgot to wear it. I bring you some cake and fresh rabbit, I just hunt it in Aokigahara forest.” The girl replied.

“you really make me angry, no one can hunt in that forest anymore. Enough your father who had ruined that forest. You have to know, for many years I protect and liven up  that forest until the condition better as nowadays, that’s why I forbidden you to hunt anymore.” Said grandmother sadly.

when they were conversing, I could not wait to eat both. But there was something else in my nose, I smelled another wolf. I absolutely sure, this was wolf smell. Immediately I turned around and looked for the source of  the smell, exactly in the next door I saw the wolf and he was alike my father.

 Ah, maybe it's just my hallucination. But with hurried that wolf approached and hugged me. I was speechless, he was real my father. My father still alive, I was very happy and it was a real shock . My father told a lot about the incident who can safe him, and the grandmother who safed and cared him during after the incident. The girl and grandmother saw us, but the grandmother still angry with her grandchild. She dissapointed because first, the girl did not wear red hood, the red hood was grandmother gift. And second, grandmother dissapointed because the girl still hunt the animal.

 Since then, the little red who was being a girl deeply regretted and promised to not hunt anymore and maintained forest well. She decided to care us and all animal in the forest, and we lived happily ever after.

Explanation Text

Why Do We Have To Write?

Everyone write for variety of reasons, for some it is a career, for others it is hobby. As a student in college, I use writing to do all of  kind task in all of subject  lectures, because actually all of subject require me to be able to write. All subjects require me to writing, be it papers, summaries, class review, report  learning, or even a thesis and dissertations.

That’s all matter because writing. Writing make me train my brain everyday, to be sharper and sharper. Like the muscles in the body that are trained will continue growing stronger. The mind is trained constantly be increasingly intelligent, because in writing I have process of thinking, sharpening a sense of sensitive and thorough.

When writing, I develop my critical thinking. It happens because writing make me think deeply and continuously about a topic I’m going to write. Thing does not happen if not by writing. Especially in writing there is freewriting, listing, mapping, researching etc., that can make me have any thoughts.

Further reason why do I have to write is because writing make me remember, keep anything what I got in the last, and writing is the best way to do. Writing also is an activity of expressing an ideas, with it we can share and publish our idea to another person. Writing makes me have imagination, because  I can be another person when I write, I ever felt this way when writing narrative text recently, I can be a wolf in my writing. Writing can contribute towards myself and others.

Writing make me discover, It doesn’t matter what I write, fiction, papers, essays, or anything, because writing could affect my knowledge, and learn something new. Writing fills me new word, new perspective, and also teach me how to  solve something.

 I write because I read, writing keep my reading. So, I have to write. Writing is one of best way to develop the mental skills necessary for learning and thinking. The skills that are develop and enchanced through writing is essential for success in a student’s future career. Student should learn to embrace all writing task in as much as writing, no matter what the subject or topic is, will definitely help in skills development and contribute to one’s future success.

Keep writing, because then you are more intelligent, discover, wise and you will be usefull for many people because your writing.

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