holiday at jogja

nice holiday at jogja with wigas, septian, and dony at first semester holiday. malioboro, kaliurang, and paris beach are so wonderful. just forgot to bring souvenirs to my friends. perhaps next holiday can go to somewhere nice place again and with all my class friends.




By Wima Ashary ( 7311040029 )

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NWO

hello my friends
i just want to tell and share with you. know we live in conspiracy which made by NWO or New World Order. they try to make world that controlled by one rule and one leader. they have manipulated all of information, development, and many thing that we receive know. perhaps this can make us not to giving up in our live and do our best.


Rokhmanu A.K. 7311040014

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back to village

hi my friends
keep spirit!
we will help societies in Pacet
we must be ikhlas
just Allah can reply you
oke thanks my friends



Ade Rochmanu (7311040013)

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Discriptive text ( in Senior High School)

Rote is a small but  a fertile island. Rote is located at the province of east Nusa Tenggara

There wasn’t any big town on the island, but small village. Not very far from the village, there was a small hut. A woman and her granddaughter lived in that hut. Everyday the grandmother went to the beach to catch fish. When the grandmother was away, then a woman got busy in the kitchen  cooking rice. In the afternoon both of them cooked the fish. When the meals were ready, both ate ravenously.

One day, the old woman told her granddaughter, ”my granddaughter, from now please cook one grain of rice only a day. Please don’t forget about it,” said the grandmother earnestly then the girl got busy with the cooking. After a short time, she went to see whether the rice was well cooked. When she opened the lid of the cooking pot, the content overflowed.

The girl tried frantically to catch the flowing rice with a bowl. But the rice continuously overflowed. The girl got more frantically seeing the rice flood, the entire floor of the hut. The rice even flooded the garden outside. Crying, the girl ran out  of the hut to look for her grandmother. On her way to beach, the girl ran into her grandmother. She told everything about the incident. Her grandmother got very mad at her because she didn’t obey her. The girl cried out for mercy. Her grandmother, unfortunately, kept on beating her. Suddenly the girl disappeared in a thin cloud. Not long after wards, the cloud cleared away and there appeared a monkey. The girl has changed into a monkey.

“Now, grandmother, you are all by yourself. Nobody else is going to cook the rice, prepare the coffee, and talk with you,” said monkey.

The grandmother got lost in receive. She deeply regretted what she did  

created by Tria T.P. (7311040010)

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Hi...
this is the first song i can sing english.
it was in the 3rd junior high school.
so, check this out!!!
popular by Simple Plan.

"Untitled"

I open my eyes
I try to see but I’m blinded by the white light
I can’t remember how
I can’t remember why
I’m lying here tonight

And I can’t stand the pain
And I can’t make it go away
No I can’t stand the pain

How could this happen to me
I made my mistakes
I’ve got no where to run
The night goes on
As I’m fading away
I’m sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me

Everybody’s screaming
I try to make a sound but no one hears me
I’m slipping off the edge
I’m hanging by a thread
I wanna start this over again

So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered
And I can’t explain what happened
And I can’t erase the things that I’ve done
No I can’t

How could this happen to me
I made my mistakes
I’ve got no where to run
The night goes on
As I’m fading away
I’m sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me

by : Fahmi (7311040026)

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here is my little poetry that I make when I was in senior high school ..

tears in my song

Every night, I sing a song for you

The saddest one, that comes from my tears 

I just want to remove this feelin'

But your love, undyin' in my heart 

Everyday, I'm wonderin' to be 

The nice man, that always smile to somebody 

Besides my heart feel sorrow 

but I know, This fate can't be turned again 

But, until my last blood

I'll never forget your smile 

And hope we can meet once again

in the heaven .

writer: Deriz Caesar O [7311040002]

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There many different types of love. Unfortunately, in the English

        language, there is only one word to describe them all. For example, we say we love a new dress, but do we really mean the same kind of love as when we tell our spouses we love them?

My favorite description of love is this:

"...if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails." (found in 1 Corinthians 13)

The ultimate love, if you ask me, is unconditional. This isn't necessarily romantic love, although it can be a part of romantic love. But we can have unconditional love for our friends, our family, and our neighbors, too.

Love is real, real is love,

Love is feeling, feeling love,

Love is wanting to be loved.

Love is touch, touch is love,

Love is reaching, reaching love,

Love is asking to be loved.

Love is you,

You and me,

Love is knowing,

We can be.

Love is free, free is love,

Love is living, living love,

Love is needing to be loved.

 posted by Tria(7311040010)

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