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My Dream

MY DREAM     My name is Aura Natha Nadya, I am 17 years old right now. I was born in 2001. I have one older brother, and I am the youngest child. My brother studied at University Putra Malaysia (UPM) majoring in accounting. And I do not forget that I have two parents, one father, and one mother. Whom I love and be proud of.     My hobby is sports badminton, basketball,volleyball,futsal, and ping pong. Since childhood I like to be invited to badminton by my father. Since the third grade my elementary school stopped badminton, because my brother will face the national exam. Until now I am very sorry, because if I did not stop badminton until now, Inshallah I have become a professional player and that can make parents happy little by little. After I entered seventh grade of junior high school, I was invited to take part in basketball extracurricular activities. So why do I know basketball? that's all because I was invited by my friend to join basketball. And my target fo

Bakti Desa

BakDes    O nce upon a time,  we stay at home Mrs.Ai Rukmini. The job of mom Ai Rukmini is gardening. We are in one house four people. There is Asti,Me,Pretty,and Yustavia. There is very diferent from the situation In the city. There is very cool there. On the first time afternoon, we joined gymnastis, with the local residents. They are very friendly. BTW  Mrs. Ai Rukmini lived alone and her husband had just dread about three months ago. She had four children and had a family and his gradson named Azmi and Vira always acconpanied his grandmother.          Our second day to the Ciendog river. The road the river is very steep. We are there playing water with clasmate,When the trip to home there was an icident that the motorbike fell of f a cliff. Fortunatelly its fire.     The third day we go to Cisanti Lake, we are there jogging and enjoying the beauty of the place. When we go home Mrs.Ai Rukmini can't hold back her tears, because she feels lonely whe we go home so we cry too