Just Brought the Stroke

A bumper sticker written this sentence "Don't be afraid to make a mistake". Well, I tried to did what I haven't tried and made a mistake. That was a perfect evening to stay at home. My father reminded me that tomorrow was the first day in the third grade-at junior high school. He said that I haven't a new books. He ordered me to buy it. I refused his order. He got angry so I'm afraid and did what he wanted. I got nervous-I've never bought my daily needed by myself. I went to the nearest mini-market and bought two packs of book and some snack. I took them into the basket. I bought it to the cashier and paid it. I took the stroke and bought my shopping goods to my house. I just told my father that I've did what he wanted. I gave the payback and the stroke. Then, I watched TV and went to bed.

In the morning, I woke up at 04.30 o'clock then did my pray, and cooked our simple breakfast. I took a bath and got dressed. I begged my father to prepare my new book. He asked me where I took my new book was. I answered his questions loudly "In the white plastic, I haven't got it out from there". He said "There is no books here". I checked it and found nothing. He checked the stroke and asked me that I had gave the stroke to take the book yet. I answered while crying " Not, yet". He laughed and advised me to take the book in that afternoon.

I went to school with my old book. I got a punishment from my old English teacher. At the last semester, he announced that his students had to bring a new book task. He punished me to clean the toilets and gave me a cross symbol on my forehead. But, that punishment were not surprised me. I did it many times when I forgot to bring dictionary. Luckily, I had some boyfriends who got the same punishment. I did it happily but deep inside my heart I said that it wouldn't happen for the seconds time. Yeah, my first experience on shopping tasted bad but gave a big lesson.

Me in My each Day

I think day is our chances to color our life. This is my way to use the chances. First thing you should know before read my habitual activities, you should believe me that I am an independent girl. Don't be laugh! I'm serious. My father trains me to be an independent woman. He always wake me up at 05.00 o'clock. He said that morning is too nice to pass. He said that morning is time to rise and a good time to say our pray. After I opened my eyes, I make my room then I pray. We are a good team. I cook our breakfast while he sweeping the floor and the garden-no mother in our house so we do all of our household. It just happen on Saturday and Sunday-I spend my five day at my boarding house. My common morning at boarding house not too different. I just don't cook my breakfast. But, I often spend my morning to follow the morning mass. At my boarding house, I always be the first bathroom user. Because I take a bath at 05.15 in the morning.

I almost have a lecture in the afternoon. I use my spare time in the afternoon to eat, to wash my clothes, to visit my friend and sometime, just browse some material I need in my class in our library. I rare take a nap. I take a bath for the second time at 17.30 o'clock. Evening is time that I always wait. After a long day, as the sun go west, I enjoy a cup of coffee while waiting for the plane pass my place. I have a special memory with plane. I can spend one to two hours just sit and enjoy my coffee. Some of my boarding house friends say that I'm crazy but I enjoy it. It is my habit and it is not their business. I have dinner at 19.30 o'clock. I know it is not good for my health but I still don't care about it. Then I do my assignments, study or just grab my previous lesson at night while listening music. I like read at night. I borrow some teenlit novel from the book rental or from my old friend. Sometimes I write a short story in my notes about my day. I am a forget full person so I need to make some notes of my day, although I have a daily blog-my another blog-

I wash my feet and brush my teeth at 22.00 o'clock. I close my day with pray-sometimes just make a cross. I haven't certain time to go to bed but I almost sleep at more than 22.00 o'clock. It's depend on my activities. Well, that's all my daily activities. You see that just an ordinary habitual activities. But, I enjoy my each day. I do my activities and try to make people surround me happy, better than think about ordinary. I don't care about my ordinary life. We know, every second in each day is precious because each day could be our last. I just try to pass my each day with hopes to not hurt others. How about you? What do you always think about each day you get?

My Village House Atmosphere

House, everybody need house to protect their body from sunlight, cold and rain. We are lucky of having house. I was born and grow up in this house. A simply house with village atmosphere because I live in village. My house is my place to learn and to love. Well, I will tell you about a place-where I carve my stories on.

It is not about luxurious, wonderful and marvelous place. But, it is about a comfortable and clean place with strong village atmosphere. It is about place where everyone inside support each other, give and take love. Yes, it is my simply house. It is located in a small village named Diro-about 45 minutes from Jogja. It's the edge of Sleman, near Kulon Progo and Progo river. My house is about 1.5 from Sendang Jatiningsih. The land is flat. Diro is a small part of Indonesia so it has tropical climate. Diro has fertile soil. People in my village can plant rice in the rice field. In the west and north of my village there are rice field and sugar cane field. Day for day, the population increase make it's population more crowded. You can reach it easily because of the good street. The next village after my village there is Industry Bamboo Handcraft. The name of this village is Brajan. You can get some bamboo handcraft like garbage cane, paper case, tissue case, lamp, etc. Behind my house there is big white mosque. In the corner of my village there is Sendang Mbeji. It is a natural spring use to supply the villager daily needed in the past. Actually, it's sacral place. People in my village always held "Kirab Tunggul Wulung" on Friday Pon. Pon is day in Java calender. If you visit my village on that day you can see the ceremony follow by the other traditional arts. Like the other villager, people in my village is a farmer, stock-farmer, bamboo handcraft maker, and some civil officer or private officer. They are kind people, don't be afraid to ask when you lost.

My house in street-side, facing toward the south. My house haven't painted yet. In the street-side, in front my house there are red merak fllower lines.There are two gates- in front and in the left side. Both are brown and a little bit sharp yellow in the edge. It's has a small park that consist of adenium, samio, sansiviera, aloevera, puring, some kind of palm, etc. There are two rambutan trees- in the left and right side. My father hangs his canary's cage in the rambutans tree. In the corner, there is lemon tree. My house has a small terrace. There is long old silk-cotton wood chair. It has simply living room. There are blue sofa. It has four room. My house lived by my father, my cousin and I. Actually I have two sisters but they live in the other town. In the middle of my room and my cousin's room there is television room. We use this room to take a rest with warm tea while watching our favorites program. Behind the television room there is dining room, in the left there is my sister rooms, in the right there is dining room. It has six old wood chair and big square table. In the left there is small kitchen where I learn to cook. My bathroom separated from my house. It is small and simply one.

My house not too great enough but when you feel the village atmosphere you will feel hard to leave it. When you feel bored with your crowded you can go to my house. I will take you to the some place where you can take a deep fresh air to lost your stress. Don't think about the bill. You can go there freely. It is good for you who like traditional arts. You can contact me first before you go there. Well, I will wait for your come. Remember, a village house atmosphere wait for your come.

M y Favorite Lecturer

The wind was blowing up so strong at that morning. I went to campus with my bike hardly. I felt heavy because of the wind. I stayed in my aunt's house for two days during PPKM. I would follow PPKM. In the way to campus, I asked my-self "Will this program be attractive or boring?" First day, I felt bore. The second day, I hoped more attractive. My hope came true. I felt more interest to continue PPKM because of the facilitator who can make our class more alive. He is one of the lecturers in English Education Study Program. But, I'm sure that he never teach us. He ever said that he will teach us in the upper semester. Beside teaching he is an artist, too. He said that his hobby is teaching and his job is painter. Do you can recognize him? Well, I will tell his appearance.

He is a strongly-built man. He is attractive person. He is medium-height but tall. He is probably in his thirties, maybe 38 or 39. At this condition I just guess, because I still confuse with his age. He has square face. He has dark straight hair with a center parting. He is Javanese so his complexion is light-brown. He has large dark eyes. He has pointed nose-not too-. He has casually-dressed. He is often wearing leather shoes. I think he is kind person. He always walk with smile.

At PPKM, he said that we must be dare to do something crazy. He told that he ever put a scarecrow in some traffic light in Jogjakarta. He wants to invite people in Jogjakarta to remember people who supplied their needed. He also held exhibitions for his painting. That is the clue about my favorite lecturer. Can you imagine him? If you can recognize him, leave your comment.