Monday, 5 June 2017


Last saturday, my school held an event called "dewa athena". Dewa athena is an event which is only held once a year. I came to school at 7 am in the morning, i went straight to "lapangan Bali" to attend the event. The event was pretty cool, there are some sports game. The favorite game of mine is called "gobak sodor". It was so fun to play with. It was contain for about 10 people in one group, there are 2 teams.

              The first team is to attack, they ready to pass the other team. The other team is to block the other team, so they can not pass until the finish line. For me attack team is so hard, i would rather being in block team than in attack team.

             The event was held until the  afternoon. The sun was shines so bright that day. I should have worn a cap or something. There are so many students who came, but unfortunately my friends couldn't come because of some reasons. At first we watched the team from my class to do shuttle run. It was facinating indeed. Cheering for my friend was all i do, looking they ran all around the field to reach the finish line.

        Dewa athena is indeed an event to practice your skill in sports, it also taught you how to cooperate with others. Having your classmates as your team was facinating. We played hard to reach our goal to win. However it is a game, so there must be someone who win and someone who lose.

          Dewa athena was fine, you can play many sports game there. I used this event as a chance for me to go exercising. Exercising is a need for your body, to have healthy body you have to consume good food and keep exercising. Maintaining your body healthy leads you to better future, which means if your body is in good condition you will do your work even better. Cure your illness is good, but prevent yourself from illness is better.

           I played until in the afternoon, sure i was so tired that day, but it was still fun though. Playing sports make your body healthy. I hope for the next event in the next year, it will get better.


Tuesday, 18 April 2017


Mother and Daughter
by Gary Soto

1.   Yollie’s mother, Mrs. Moreno, was a large woman who wore a muumuu and butterfly-shaped glasses. She liked to water her lawn in the evening and wave at low-riders, who would stare at her behind their smoky sunglasses and laugh. Now and then a low-rider from Belmont Avenue would make his car jump and shout “Mamacita!” But most of the time they just stared and wondered how she got so large.

2.   Mrs. Moreno had a strange sense of humor. Once, Yollie and her mother were watching a late-night movie called “They Came to Look.” It was about creatures from the underworld who had climbed through molten lava to walk the earth. But Yollie, who had played soccer all day with the kids next door, was too tired to be scared. Her eyes closed but sprang open when her mother screamed, “Look Yollie! Oh, you missed a scary part. The guy’s face was all ugly!”

3.   But Yollie couldn’t keep her eyes open. They fell shut again and stayed shut, even when her mother screamed and slammed a heavy palm on the arm of her chair.

4.   “Mom, wake me up when the movie’s over so I can go to bed,” mumbled Yollie.

5.   “OK, Yollie, I wake you,” said her mother through a mouthful of popcorn.

6.   But after the movie ended, instead of waking her daughter, Mrs. Moreno laughed under her breath, turned the TV and lights off, and tiptoed to bed. Yollie woke up in the middle of the night and didn’t know where she was. For a moment she thought she was dead. Maybe something from the underworld had lifted her from her house and carried her into the earth’s belly. She blinked her sleepy eyes, looked around at the darkness, and called, “Mom? Mom, where are you?” But there was no answer, just the throbbing hum of the refrigerator.

7.   Finally, Yollie’s grogginess cleared and she realized her mother had gone to bed, leaving her on the couch. Another of her little jokes.

8.   But Yollie wasn’t laughing. She tiptoed into her mother’s bedroom with a glass of water and set it on the nightstand next to the alarm clock. The next morning, Yollie woke to screams. When her mother reached to turn off the alarm, she had overturned the glass of water.

9.   Yollie burned her mother’s morning toast and gloated. “Ha! Ha! I got you back. Why did you leave me on the couch when I told you to wake me up?”

10.               Despite their jokes, mother and daughter usually got along. They watched bargain matinees together, and played croquet in the summer and checkers in the winter. Mrs. Moreno encouraged Yollie to study hard because she wanted her daughter to be a doctor. She bought Yollie a desk, a typewriter, and a lamp that cut glare so her eyes would not grow
tired from hours of studying.

11.               Yollie was slender as a tulip, pretty and one of the smartest kids at Saint Theresa’s. She was captain of crossing guards, an alter girl, and a whiz in the school’s monthly spelling bees.

12.               Tienes que estudiar mucho,” Mrs. Moreno said every time she propped her work-weary feet on the hassock. “You have to study a lot, then you can get a good job and take care of me.”

13.               “Yes, Mama,” Yollie would respond, her face buried in a book. If she gave her mother any sympathy, she would begin her stories about how she had come with her family from Mexico with nothing on her back but a sack with three skirts, all of which were too large by the time she crossed the border because she had lost weight from not having enough to eat.

14.               Everyone thought Yollie’s mother was a riot. Even the nuns laughed at her antics. Her brother Raul, a nightclub owner, thought she was funny enough to go into show business.

15.               But there was nothing funny about Yollie needing a new outfit for the eighth-grade fall dance. They couldn’t afford one. It was late October, with Christmas around the corner, and their dented Chevy Nova had gobbled up almost one hundred dollars in repairs.

16.               “We don’t have the money,” said her mother, genuinely sad because they couldn’t buy the outfit, even though there was a little money stashed away for college. Mrs. Moreno remembered her teenage years and her hardworking parents, who picked grapes and oranges, and chopped beets and cotton for meager pay around Kerman. Those were the days when “new clothes” meant limp and out-of-style dresses from Saint Vincent de Paul.

17.               The best Mrs. Moreno could do was buy Yollie a pair of black shoes with velvet bows and fabric dye to color her white summer dress black.

18.               “We can color your dress so it will look brand-new,” her mother said brightly, shaking the bottle of dye as she ran hot water into a plastic dish tub. She poured the black liquid into the tub and stirred it with a pencil. Then, slowly and carefully, she lowered the dress into the tub.

19.               Yollie couldn’t stand to watch. She knew it wouldn’t work. It would be like the time her mother stirred up a batch of molasses for candy apples on Yollie’s birthday. She’d dipped the apples in the goo and swirled them and seem to taunt Yollie by singing “Las MaƱanitas” to her. When she was through, she set the apples on wax paper. They were hard as rocks
and hurt kids’ teeth. Finally they had a contest to see who could break the apples open by throwing them against the side of the house. The apples shattered like grenades, sending the kids scurrying for cover, and in an odd way the birthday party turned out to be a success. At least everyone went home happy.

20.               To Yollie’s surprise, the dress came out shiny black. It looked brand-new and sophisticated, like what people in New York wear. She beamed at her mother, who hugged Yollie and said, “See, what did I tell you?”

21.               The dance was important to Yollie because she was in love with Ernie Castillo, the third-best speller in the class. She bathed, dressed, did her hair and nails, and primped until her mother yelled, “All right already.” Yollie sprayed her neck and wrists with Mrs. Moreno’s Avon perfume and bounced into the car.
Mrs. Moreno let Yollie out in front of the school. She waved and told her to have a good time but behave herself, then she roared off, blue smoke trailing from the tail pipe of the old Nova.

22.               Yollie ran into her best friend, Janice. They didn’t say it, but each thought the other was the most beautiful girl at the dance; the boys would fall over themselves asking them to dance.

23.               The evening was warm but thick with clouds. Gusts of wind picked up the paper lanterns hanging in the trees and swung them, blurring the night with reds and yellows. The lanterns made the evening seem romantic, like a scene from a movie. Everyone danced, sipped punch, and stood in knots of threes and fours, talking. Sister Kelly got up and jitterbugged with some kid’s father. When the record ended, students broke into applause.

24.               Janice had her eye on Frankie Ledesma, and Yollie, who kept smoothing her dress down when the wind picked up, had her eye on Ernie. It turned out that Ernie had his mind on Yollie, too. He ate a handful of cookies nervously, then asked her for a dance.

25.               “Sure,” she said, nearly throwing herself into his arms. They danced two fast ones before they got a slow one. As they circled under the lanterns, rain began falling, lightly at first. Yollie loved the sound of the raindrops ticking against the leaves. She leaned her head on Ernie’s shoulder, though his sweater was scratchy. He felt warm and tender. Yollie could tell that he was in love, and with her, of course. The dance continued successfully, romantically, until it began to pour.

26.               “Everyone, let’s go inside—and, boys, carry in the table and the record player,” Sister Kelly commanded.

27.               The girls and boys raced into the cafeteria. Inside, the girls, drenched to the bone, hurried to the restrooms to brush their hair and dry themselves. One girl cried because her velvet dress was ruined. Yollie felt sorry for her and helped her dry the dress of with paper towels, but it was no use. The dress was ruined. Yollie went to a mirror. She looked a little gray now that her mother’s makeup had washed away but not as bad as some of the other girls. She combed her damp hair, careful not to pull too hard. She couldn’t wait to get back to Ernie.

28.               Yollie bent over to pick up a bobby pin, and shame spread across her face. A black puddle was forming at her feet. Drip, black drip. Drip, black drip. The dye was falling from her dress like black tears. Yollie stood up. Her dress was now the color of ash. She looked around the room. The other girls, unaware of Yollie’s problem, were busy grooming themselves. What could she do? Everyone would laugh. They would know she dyed an old dress because she couldn’t afford a new one. She hurried from the restroom with her head down, across the cafeteria floor and out the door. She raced through the storm, crying as the rain mixed with her tears and ran into twig-choked gutters.

29.               When she arrived home, her mother was on the couch eating cookies and watching TV.

30.                “How was the dance, m’ija? Come watch the show with me. It’s really good.”

31.               Yollie stomped, head down, to her bedroom. She undressed and threw the dress on the floor.

32.               Her mother came into the room. “What’s going on? What’s all the racket, baby?”

33.               “The dress. It’s cheap! It’s no good!” Yollie kicked the dress at her mother and watched it land in her hands. Mrs. Moreno studied it closely but couldn’t see what was wrong. “What’s the matter? It’s just little bit wet.”

34.               “The dye came out, that’s what.”

35.               Mrs. Moreno looked at her hands and saw the grayish dye puddling in the shallow lines Of her palms. Poor baby, she thought, her brow darkening as she made a sad face. She wanted to tell her daughter how sorry she was, but she knew it wouldn’t help. She walked back to the living room and cried.

36.               The next morning, mother and daughter stayed away from each other. Yollie sat in her room turning the pages of an old Seventeen, while her mother watered her plants with a Pepsi bottle.

37.               “Drink, my children,” she said loud enough for Yollie to hear. She let the water slurp into pots of coleus and cacti. “Water is all you need. My daughter needs clothes, but I don’t have no money.”

38.               Yollie tossed her Seventeen on her bed. She was embarrassed at last night’s tirade. It wasn’t her mother’s fault that they were poor.

39.               When they sat down together for lunch, they felt awkward about the night before. But Mrs. Moreno had made a fresh stack of tortillas and cooked up a pan of chile verde, and that broke the ice. She licked her thumb and smacked her lips.

40.               “You know, honey, we gotta figure a way to make money,” Yollie’s mother said. “You and me. We don’t have to be poor. Remember the Garcias. They made this stupid little tool that fixes cars. They moved away because they’re rich. That’s why we don’t see them no more.”

41.               “What can we make?” asked Yollie. She took another tortilla and tore it in half.

42.               “Maybe a screwdriver that works on both ends? Something like that.” The mother looked around the room for ideas, but then shrugged. “Let’s forget it. It’s better to get an education. If you get a good job and have spare time then maybe you can invent something.” She rolled her tongue over her lips and cleared her throat. “The county fair hires people. We can get a job there. It will be here next week.”

43.               Yollie hated the idea. What would Ernie say if he saw her pitching hay at the cows? How could she go to school smelling like an armful of chickens? “No, they wouldn’t hire us,” she said.

44.               The phone rang. Yollie lurched from her chair to answer it, thinking it would be Janice wanting to know why she had left. But it was Ernie wondering the same thing. When he found out she wasn’t mad at him, he asked if she would like to go to a movie.

45.               “I’ll ask,” Yollie said, smiling. She covered the phone with her hand and counted to ten. She uncovered the receiver and said, “My mom says it’sOK. What are we going to see?”

46.               After Yollie hung up, her mother climbed, grunting, onto a chair to reach the top shelf in the hall closet. She wondered why she hadn’t done it earlier. She reached behind a stack of towels and pushed her chubby hand into the cigar box where she kept her secret stash of money.

47.               “I’ve been saving a little every month,” said Mrs. Moreno. “For you, m’ija.” Her mother held up five twenties, a blossom of green that smelled sweeter than flowers on that Saturday. They drove to Macy’s and bought a blouse, shoes, and a skirt that would not bleed in rain or any other kind of weather.                                 


Tuesday, 21 March 2017






























1.       Someone respected.
2.       Odd.
3.       Animal with fire as its speciality.
4.       One kind of birds which is usually big.
5.       Kind of doing things.
6.       Food that usually served for breakfast.
7.       Greeting.
8.       One kind of feeling when you are feeling okay.
9.       Someone who steals.
10.   To plead someone.
11.   To complete.
12.   Something which can be found on your bag or purse.
13.   Animal that likes to bark.
14.   Doing something to put your belonging to others.
15.   Someone (man).
16.   One part of body.
17.   Direction where sun rises.
18.   Carnivore animal thatlikes to eat fish.
19.   Doing something to change your direction.
20.   Something sweet.
21.   Doing something to fill up your tummy.
22.   To turn the laptop shut down.
23.   More than a few.
24.   Used.
25.   Body part which animals have.
26.   Situation which signifies your room is clean.
27.   Agreeing something.
28.   Belongs to you.
29.   Doing something that has to do with your voice.
30.   Something you put on your bread.
31.   Purpose.
32.   Comes with place.
33.   Thing which you usually wear with tuxedo.
34.   Weird.