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Selasa, 27 Mei 2014

Narration: My Brother was True

My Brother was True

My family is everything for me. You often come across the question: Who are the most important people in your life? The first word that comes to my mind: family. My mother, my father, my grandparents, and my brother. Several years ago, I experienced such a complicated condition and it happened between my brother and me.

I was so much in love with a boy in my Senior High School. I was at the second grade at that time and I was really interested in love stories as my age was 17. In one sunny day under the heat of the sunshine, he proposed me to be his girlfriend. It was several minutes after school, 2.05 p.m. if I am not mistaken. I was so happy, for sure, but there was one thing in my mind. I could not accept him by saying ‘yes’ directly at that time. Still that day at night, I asked my parents’ permission about having a boyfriend. They were so kind as usual. My parents trusted me for the relationship. However, I did not tell my brother yet because I was afraid. My brother is a kind of sensitive person. I did not why, I thought that I need more time to tell him.

After so much considerations, I decided to tell my brother. Day by day my boyfriend and I were getting closer. It had been three months since we started our relationship. We used to go out every Saturday for enjoying the view of the beach near my house or just having an early dinner because my parents didn’t allow to come home late at night. One night, when my brother was watching his favorite TV show, I talked to him about Ady, my boyfriend. I told him that Ady was a good and smart boy at school. Suddenly his face turned red. I knew from his face expression. My brother did not agree with our relationship but he did not even say a single word. I left him at the TV room and walked to my bedroom.

The situation at home, especially between my brother and me was strange since I told him about Ady. I felt like there was a gap between my brother and me. This situation happened for one month as I can remember. Oh God. I couldn’t handle that anymore so I asked my brother what was the problem. Actually I was afraid, I did not want to make it worst but I had to. I thought he was in a good mood that day and I forced my feet to walk into the TV room. Yes, I was true. He told me that Ady was not a good boy for me and Ady often cheated his girl. My brother talked smoothly. My brother wanted me to end up the relationship with him. I could not accept his reason for not agreeing my relationship. However, I did not believe what my brother said to me about Ady. For me, Ady was a faithful person and I was so sure that he would not cheat me. I took some minutes to think about what my brother told me before I left him at the TV room. One day, when Ady and I were having lunch together at the canteen, I found a message from a girl named Ana. It made me a bit curious because there was no one of his got a name Ana. Ady was washing his hands when I saw that message. I opened it. Yes, she was his other girlfriend. He cheated me. My brother was true. I decided to break up with him even though I still loved him. It was over that day.

Well, since that day I realized that I should not believe a person too much. I knew that my brother loves me so much, so that he did not want me to get hurt. In the end, the reason why since the very beginning my brother did not agree with my relationship was true. Ady was a bad boy. I thanked my brother for this.

Narration: Friendship

Friendship

Actually I don’t really know the definition of friend. So far, I just know that a friend is an ordinary person who has a big role in my life. For me, I don’t need a beautiful friend or even the rich one. Being a friend is just like the tittle of a song, “Just The Way You Are”. I have so many friends and they are all kind. However I just realized the true meaning of being a friend several years ago. It was the day when I felt so much angry with one of my close friend.

At first, everything was fine. My friend and I met on the first day of school in Senior High School. Let me tell the name of my friend first, she is Mira. She introduced herself in front of our classroom at that time. The next days, we had so much fun.we shared stories, she told me about her family and a little bit about her previous school. We also shared hobbies, listened to the music, and bought meals together at the canteen. As time goes by, we became a close friend. We were really close.

I didn’t know why everything turned strange some weeks after that. On the third week of school day, class began more serious. Almost all of the teacher started to give us assignments. I thought it was the reason we rarely met since that week because we had to finish the assignments. We were busy each other. Mira and I didn’t talk a lot in the classroom except for some discussions about the lesson. We were also having meals in different table. Day by day, I felt that she was trying to close herself from me. Even when the busiest week was over, we didn’t get into the normal interaction like before. I was wondering what happened to her.

The situation completely ruined my feeling. I felt uncomfortable whenever I entered the classroom. She used to greet me by saying “good morning” or “hi!” and smiling to me, after that we had a little talk. I tried to find out why but she refused me. Whenever I ask her to have some meals together, she would say “I’m full”. I even invited her to read some of her favorite magazines in the library because I know she loves reading a lot, but still, she refused me. It was so frustrating, ignored by my best friend while I didn’t even know the reason. I was getting angry with her. Once in the morning, she was reading a science book while sitting on her chair. Like usual, no movement, not even a single word from her mouth. I took her book and I threw it to the floor. The other friends store at me but I didn’t care. I shouted to her when she was trying to get back her book. She shouted back to me, “What’s wrong with you?” I asked. Mira didn’t answer me. I really couldn’t control my emotion, so I left her. The next day, I was sitting at the canteen while eating my potato chips. It was Tuesday, as I can remember. Suddenly Mira came and sat next to me. She grabbed my hand. Well, it was an awkward moment. Mira then explained to me about the problem and the reasons why she closed herself. It was all about her family. She felt like there was no one she can trust. I thought I could understand it. Since that day, everything was going back to normal. She returned back to be my friend like she used to. So it was true that every problem has its own solution.

Well, best friend is being together in good time and being together in bad time. I experienced it. Since the very beginning, everything was fine until one day my friend and I had a fight but finally we were able to find the solution and solve the problem. This phase of friendship, for me, enables us to be more mature and understand each other.

Descriptive Text: My Truly Friend

My Truly Friend

“A friend in need is a friend indeed.” This phrase means a lot for me when I remember that person, my only best friend. She is Amy, my best friend in every time. I met her for the first time five years ago when we entered our Senior High School. I know exactly who she is. Amy is a beautiful girl who has a strong willingness, and respects others.

My friend, Amy, is a 19 years old girl which is very beautiful. Amy’s face is oval with pony covered her forehead. She has black eyes and sharp nose. Herr pink lips absolutely make her beauty become complete. Long and black hair also one of the easiest way to describe her physical appearance. As a girl, she is also tall enough with 168 cm height and 56 kg weight.

Amy has a strong willingness in herself. She trusts her heart in deciding something and she does not really care about what people say. Once she made a decision, she would be responsible for it. Now she is in Maldives Island, works in a spa agency and she has been there for two years. She did so many efforts to get the job and finally she got it. I am really proud of her and sometimes I make her strong heart as my inspiration.

The thing that make her inner beauty become stronger is Amy always respects others. Whoever she meets, she puts high respect on them. No matter if they are old, not so beautiful, a child, or even the person that she never meet before, she respects them. Amy never underestimates people. She believes that we must not judge people by their appearance.

In short, friend is a person which is really important for me. I am glad to have a friend like Amy.beside she is a beautiful girl, she has a strong willingness in her life and she always respects others. Her story of life can me. She is my truly best friend.

Descriptive Text: My Special Mother

My Special Mother

What is the special of a mother? How can we describe all the things about her? Do you love her like she does? From my own perspective, being a mother is a tough job. I feel that my mother is the person who has the most positive and strong influence in my life. I have learned so many things from her. She helps me with hard problems in my life and she would be glad for the good things I do. I am very proud of my mother because she has good personality, well appearance, and simple in dressing.

As a woman, my mother has good personality. In everyday, the one who really care about my father, my brother, and me is only my mother. She knows about all the details of the things that we need. The way she talks, it makes me realized how women should pay attention on the things they say to show their attitude. One more thing, my mother never ignore other’s problem. She always helps other as long as she can.

My beloved mother is a woman with good appearance. My mother does not really like spending her time in a salon or mall for several hours like the other woman commonly. My mother is 50 years old now. She has a short black hair, just like what I have. Her eyes are small and the colour is black with the thick eyebrows above them which are also black in colour. She has a small nose. About her lips, they are thin and pink in colour. My mother’s face is oval which is quite different from mine. If I am not mistaken, her height is about 165 cm and her weight is about 58 kg. The last thing about her physical appearance is my mother has white complexion.

My mother is quite simple in dressing. She likes being enjoyed with what she wears.i think my mother is not really interested in wearing some jewelries or any other accessories. There is only a ring circling in her finger. I never found my mother wearing any other jewelries like bracelet, necklace, earrings, and so on. She usually ties her hair using black hair band. My mother likes to put on her brown or grey pullover, sometimes also brown polloshirt followed by cropped trousers. She believes that her feet should be comfortable, that is also why she prefers simple sandals than high-heeled one. Exception in some formal occasions she wears her black shoes, the simple one.

I do love her, after all she is my mother. I absolutely agree that a woman should has a good personality in which I found it in my mother. In addition, appearance and the way we dressed also important as a woman. My mother is my inspiration, she taught me those things. Well, I am very proud to be her daughter and I am really proud to call her mother.