tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10485120994530373472024-03-05T16:44:36.372+07:00The Best StoryFolk tale, Legend, Myth, Nonsense, Indonesian Region Story, Fairy tale, The Adventure Story.The One Storyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10064300982831790394noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512099453037347.post-80010347243509985272009-12-01T11:16:00.000+07:002009-12-01T11:17:43.632+07:00Scissors - Part 1<p align="center"><strong>Scissors </strong></p><p align="center"><strong>by Charles Baxter </strong></p><br /><p>The barber, whose name was Harold, had read the sports section, the business news, and was working his way down the front page when the boy and his mother came inside, The boy was wearing a spring coat too large for him, with mittens attached to the coat sleeves with alligator clips. The woman, upon entering, stood up straight as the barber looked at her and dropped his paper onto the floor. </p><br /><p>“Louise,” he said, and the woman nodded. It was midday, and there were no other customers and no other barbers. Outside, the ice had melted into puddles, and the boy was stamping his feet. The woman and the barber stood looking at each other until finally he said, “Louise, it's been a coon's age.” </p><br /><p>“Has it been that long?” she asked. She dropped her spring coat on one of the chairs, helpd her son out of his hat and coat, and led him toward the first barber chair. “Such a nice day,” she said. “Like spring, even though it isn't spring yet. Time for Robbie's first professional haircut. And I thought well, certainly, you should do it. “She leaned forward an dkissed the barber on the cheek. </p><br /><p>“I've seen you around town,” he said. “Sometimes I wave, but you never seem to see me.” </p><br /><p>She smiled. “Oh,” she said, “I see you. And I always think, “Well, there's Harold, and he's waving at me,” and what I do is, I sort of wave back, but, you know, mentally. Not so anyone would see.” </p><br /><p>They stood there for a moment, the barber looking at the woman's face, doing his best not to stare at it, and the woman turned in profile to him, gazing at the display of Pinaud Clubman aftershave and Lucky Tiger hiar tonic on the windowsill. Her hands were on her son's shoulders. </p><br /><p>“Did you know, Harold, that they're going to send a hot air balloon down, well, I mean, just over the main street in a littlle while? I heard about it.” </p><br /><p>“It's a promotion,” he said. “Tulip Days in Five Oaks. They're going to drop discount coupons from the balloon into the street. It's good for business.” He was tugging nervously at his mustache. He stopped himself and went over to the counter near the mirror and came back with a board, which he put over the arms of the chair. He hoisted the boy up on the board and tucked the cloth in around his neck and spread it over is shirt and pants. The boy squirmed for a moment. </p><br /><p>The barber bent down. “So, how old are you, young man?” </p><br /><p>Three fingers poked up under the cloth. </p><br /><p>“Can you say it?” the barber asked. </p><br /><p>“He is very shy,” the boy's mother said. “But he can say it. He knows. He's three, aren't you, Robbie? Aren't you the handsomest kid in all Five Oaks?” </p><br /><p>The boy said, “No,” and looked at the floor. He smiled for a split second, and, just as quickly as the smile had appeared, it vanished. </p><br /><p>“Everyone's handsome at three,” the barber said. “It's later that they aren't. Louise, how do you want his hair cut?” </p><br /><p>“Sort of normal,” she said. “Sort of like a normal boy.” </p><br /><p>Harold nodded and began clipping around the boy's ears. His knees were trembling slightly and he had to lean againts the chair to steady himself. He noticed that his scissors were't quite steady, either, so he stopped for a moment. His face, and Robbie's, and Louise's, were reflected, in the usual way of barber shops, forty or fifty times, accordion like, back into darkness beteen the two wall mirrors. </p><br /><p>How's George?” the barber asked. </p><br /><p>“George? George is fine. George is always fine. He's the definition of fine. Except he's losing his hair. You should know. You cut it. Don't you two talk?” </p><br /><p>“Yes,” Harold said. “About the weather. And sports.” she said. “You told me.” </p><br /><p>“I'm a barber, Louise. I have to talk to these men about something.” </p><br /><p>“Well,” Louise said, standing by the window, “you could toak to George about me.” </p><br /><p>“What would I say? I don't see you anymore, exept to wave. And I don't want ot be curious, do I?” He stopped cutting the boy's hair to glance at her. She shrugged. “No, I do not talk George about you. That's not even…” He thought of a word he never used. “Conceivable. That's not conceivable.” </p><br /><p>“Oh, you cauld say something about me. To him. But he wouldn't notice. He'd go right on sitting, having his hair cut, and not noticing.” </p><br /><p>robbie squirmed, and Harold began to sing “Boris the Spider,” walking his fingers across the top of the boy's head. Robble laughed and said, “No Boris.” When he had settled down again, Harold bent to clip the hair at the back of the boy's neck. </p><br /><p>“Robbie's hair color is the same as yours.” Louise said, “and his eyes, too, the exact same. youknow, sometimes I have these thoughts, when I'm lying in ben, late at night, next to George, and he's snoring, you know, asleep and ignoring me, and anyway, I'm looking at the way my toes poke up under the blankets, so there are two little peaks down there at the end of the bed, and I'm having these thoughts, and the only trouble with them is, they're tricky. you can't say them around George, you know?” </p><br /><p>“Sort of,” Harold said, She was as beautiful and as crzy as ever. His craziness, his wildness, had once been able to match hers, and then it could not. “Have you ever tried to say them?” </p><br /><p>“I'm trying to say them now,” Louise said. “You remember in junior high, when we had that math teacher, Mr. Powers” </p><br /><p>“He taught shop class.” </p><br /><p>“He did that too. Anyway, once in science club, one of our meetings when you weren't there, he said that maybe the universe was imaginary. That maybe it was all made up. And that it could be a thought in someone's head. Or, maybe it was a trick, sort of like a practical joke.” </p><br /><p>“What are you saying, Louise?” </p><br /><p>“You're so handsome, Harold, no wonder I fell in love with you. But you're so mild. You never took me anywhere. You never even drove me out of this town. you talked softly and you had nice hands but you didn't spirit me away. That was the one thing you had to do, and you never did it. You never even took me to a movie. Of course there was George by then, but you see what I'm getting at.” </p><br /><p>“Oh, God, Louise,” he said. “For Gods sake.” </p><br /><p>“”But that's it,” she said, “that's what I'm saying. I'm not blaming you. You never took me away because I as married to George, that was the first thing, and the second thing was, you were yourself> Mild. A very very mild and pleasant-feeling man who never did anything execpt cut hair. Who couldn't take me away because he just couldn't, hat's all. And that's what I mean about the universe. Those are my thoughts, when I'm lying awake at night.” </p><br /><p>“Your thoughts.” </p><br /><p>“Yes.” </p><br /><p>“I don't get the part about the universe.” He was finishing up on Robbie's hair, trimming along the sides, going quickly so the boy wouldn't have to sit much longer. The fine, blondish curls fell over his fingers onto the floor. </p><br /><p>“the universe, Harold, is a practical joke.” </p><br /><p>“On who?” </p><br /><p>“Why, on us, of course. They put it together to be a joke on us.” </p><br /><p>To be continued on<a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://story-en.blogspot.com/2009/12/scissors-part-2.html"> page 2</a>…. </p>The One Storyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10064300982831790394noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512099453037347.post-66625176998497887602009-12-01T11:14:00.000+07:002009-12-01T11:15:56.067+07:00Scissors - Part 2<p>“No they didn't.” He let himself take another glance at her. Her face had its customary intensity, which made her beautiful no matter what her thoughts were. Harold lightly brushed the hair away form the back of the boy's neck. “It's too complicated to be a joke. Let's get a look at you, young mand. “He swiveled the chair around so that he was face to face with Robbie. “He looks very good. Like a proud little boy.” He touched the fingers of his right hand to hes own lips, and then lightly placed the fingers on the side of the boy's cheek. A shiver ran down his back. </p><br /><p>“I saw that,” she said. </p><br /><p>“What?” </p><br /><p>“Don't think I didin't see it.” </p><br /><p>Harold lowered the chair, pulled the cloth away from around the boy, and flicked out the hairs onto the floor. The boy jumped down and went to the window. </p><br /><p>“Up there,” the boy said. At that moment one of Harold's regular customers, a teacher in the high school named Saul Bernstein, walked into the shop, ringing the bell over the door. </p><br /><p>“Hey, Harold,” he said. “See the balloon? “ He pointed outside, toward the sky. Down at the other end of the main street a hot air balloon with an enermous red tulip painted on its side was floating in a northerly direction just above treetop level toward Harold's barbershop. “Well, hello,” he siad to the boy. </p><br /><p>The boy turned to loot at Saul. “Hi,” he said. Meanwhile, the boy's mother was reaching into her purse for money. From her pocketbook she drew out a ten dollar bill and handed it to Harold. </p><br /><p>“You can't give me money, Louise,” he said quietly, handing it back to her. “You just can't.” Saul watched the two of them for a moment, then walked to the back of the barbershop and began to search through the old copies of Argosy and Sports Illustrated. </p><br /><p>By now, both the boy and his mother had their spring coats on. Louise touched Harold once on the arm, then turned toward the window. “It's dropping something,” she said. “Little sheets of paper.” </p><br /><p>“Those are the coupons,” Harold said, rubbing his hand across his eyes. “Like I told you. the whole thing's a promotion for Five Oaks business. We're trying” He seemed to lose his thought for a moment. “We're trying to keep the businesses prosperous.” He laughed, a faint and unhappy sound deep in his throat. “Two dollars off a haircut if you use the coupon before May first.” </p><br /><p>“Well,” Louse said, “we'll just have to go out, Robbie and me, and search up and down the street till we find one of your coupons, Harold, and that way, the next time we come, we won't have to spend George's money at full price.” </p><br /><p>Harold didn't say anything. </p><br /><p>“We'll come back,” Louise said, “because I love the haircut you gave Robbie, it's just wonderful how he looks now, and I want you to be his barber. I don't mean just now; I mean from now on. Won't that be nice? Every month, you can cut Robbie's hair.” </p><br /><p>Harold seemed to nod at the floor. </p><br /><p>“Mom?” the boy said. “Go out now?” His mother smiled, opened the door for him, and, as soon as he was out on the sidewalk, she walked over to Harold and kissed him on the cheek. </p><br /><p>“Tulips Days,” she said. “What a good way to welcome in the spring.” She brushed a bit of her son's hair off Harold's shoulders and then turned to go. “See you,” she said. “And God bless you, and I mean that.” </p><br /><p>When the bell rang again, announcing her exit, Saul put down the magazine he had been reading and walked over to the window, taking his time. Outside, white coupons were fluttering down out of the sky and landing on the sidewalk and in the street; some of the cars going by had their windshield wipers on. Louise's boy stood next to a parking meter in the snowstorm of paper, one coupon stuck to his fore head and another lodged in his shirt at the back of his neck. His mouth was open, as if he hoped a coupon would drop into it. His mother had turned to walk down the street; she was checking in the gutters and poking at the papers with the toe of her boot. </p><br /><p>“You know,” Saul said, standing beside Harold at the front of the window, “I love this town. They do this promotion even remember to do it on Saturday, but then they forget about publicizing it, so no one's here, almost, except the usual lay bouts like me, and a few others like that lady out there, grabbing up those coupons. What's the matter, Harold, you feeling a little faint?” </p><br /><p>For moment, the barber had leaned forward, and he had had to reach out and touch the sill to straighten up. “I'm fine,” he said. “I had a touch of the flu. Nevertheless, that was last month. I just feel a little bit of it now and then.” </p><br /><p>“Must be what screwed up your bowling last week,” Saul said. “Another night likes that, and we'll have to drum you out of the league. Ha.” Saul had a laugh, which was not a laugh, but a spoken word, which he sometimes put at the end of his sentence. </p><br /><p>“You guys running these businesses are goint ot have to think of something else next year instead of dumpting all these trashy discount slips out of a hot air balloon onto the street. It is not good for business. It's too weird. I don't care if it is Tulips Days.” </p><br /><p>“Saul, yo want your hair cut, or what?” </p><br /><p style="font-weight: bold;">To be continued on <a href="http://story-en.blogspot.com/2009/12/scissors-part-3.html">page 3</a> …. </p>The One Storyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10064300982831790394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512099453037347.post-36241325280518966782009-12-01T11:12:00.002+07:002009-12-15T18:03:45.421+07:00Scissors - Part 3<p>“A trim. The usual trim so I don't look like a wildman and give all the other Jews in this town a bad name.” </p><br /><p>“Okay,” Harold said. “I think I can do that. But you got to sit down in the chair.” </p><br /><p>“Torture by Mr. Harold of Paris,” Saul said, settling himself in the chair. “And don't do any of that funny stuff with the hair dryer. that was a cute kid, that boy whose hair you just cut. You did a nice job. A real sweetie, that kid was. Did AI tell you Patsy is pregnant? My wife? Patsy? Harold? Hello? Hello?” </p><br /><p>Harold was standing behind Saul, a pair of scissors in his rihgt hand. He was staring at the floor and holding onto the chair with his other hand. </p><br /><p>“Harold?” </p><br /><p>“What?” </p><br /><p>“Harold,” Saul said. “amybe you need a little air.” </p><br /><p>“Yes.” </p><br /><p>“Buck up, Harold. Life goes on. Listen, you want to close the shop for a minute and go out for a beer? What to do a bit of basketball down at the high school? I've got the keys, Harold, keys to the gym. You could practice that lousy lay-up of yours, and that jump shot. How about that?” </p><br /><p>“That would…yes,” Harold said. He was looking at himself in the mirrors, his reflections curving back into darkness. </p><br /><p>“No, more of this,” Saul said, getting out of the chair and taking the cloth off from around his neck. </p><br /><p>“No more snipping hair this morning. come on, Harold, we will go have lunch.” He stood at the door and turned the sign so that it read CLOSED. “Let's go.” </p><br /><p>“I should stay. It's supposed to be a big business day.” </p><br /><p>“Come on, Harold. A break. To relax.” </p><br /><p>“All right.” He took off his smock and went over to the coat rack for his jacket. “You know,” he said suddenly, “the coupons and the hot air balloon were my idea. They were all my idea. The things I think of doing. Now it's all on the street, but we forgot about the wind. Imagine. It's spring, but we forgot about that.” </p><br /><p>“It was a good idea, Harold, a good idea, and very original.” They went out to the sidewalk, and Harold closed the door behind him and locked it. Coupons were swirling in circle pattern and now stuck against his shoes. “It's a day of discounts,” Saul sai, “Everything's discounted today. The world is forty percent off. We should take advantage.” </p><br /><p>“Sun's out,” Harold said. </p><br /><p>“My point exactly.” Saul bent down toward the gutter and gathered up two hadfuls of coupons. “Bargains galore. What should we do with all these coupons, Harold?” </p><br /><p>“Make them fly,” Harold said. </p><br /><p>“Anything you say.” Saul threw a fistful of papers up into the air, and as they fell, Harold thought of the one time when he bad taken Louise out for dinner, one weeken when George was gone. She must have forgotten. They had driven to a seafuood restaurant thirty miles away, in Bay City, and Louise had ordered whitefish. All during the meal, she had held his hand. He hadn's noticed how awkward it had been, hadn't even thought about it until later, when he had patiently reimagined the dinner, minute by mnute. the light from the candle had made her hair shine with aslightly reddish glow; the curls, and the way they fell over her shoulders, made him think that any kind of future might be possible. But they didn't talk about their future. Instead, they sat there describing each thought, in that moment now, Harold smiled and reached out to touch Saul's shoulder. </p><br /><p>“Did you know that woman?” Harold asked. </p><br /><p>“No, Harold, I never did.” </p><br /><p>“I knew her once.” </p><br /><p>“I know that.” He reached for the barber's sleeve. “Hamburger time,” he said, walking up the street toward the diner. </p><br /><p style="font-weight: bold;">The End. </p><br /><br /><a href="http://story-en.blogspot.com/">Link-Title <span>Hidden-Tooltip</span></a>The One Storyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10064300982831790394noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512099453037347.post-17600104599257261222009-11-09T11:25:00.003+07:002009-11-09T11:31:34.361+07:00Twin
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She has two daughters, Rossie and Emma, and one son, Mike. She has been break up for nearly two years and now she’s getting married with Jim Mc. Donald. Jim has one daughter. Her name is Kristy. But Emma cannot accept this situation because she must to share her room with Kristy, that in her mind is perfect stranger, well, almost. One day, her step father has to work in another place. So Emma takes this chance to tell her mother that she won’t to share her room with her step sister, Kristy.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Mother<span style=""> </span>: Emma, I hope you can share your room with Kristy.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma<span style=""> </span>: But mother, It’s not fair. Mike and Rosie will have a room each. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style=""> </span>: Why must I be the one to share?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Mother<span style=""> </span>: Look Emma, I know it’s not deal</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma<span style=""> </span>: Ideal? It’s Terrible…</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Mother<span style=""> </span>: It’s only for a short time. We’re hoping to buy another house quite soon.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma<span style=""> </span>: Oh yes, soon. What does ‘soon’ mean?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Mother<span style=""> </span>: Look Emma, It will be like having another sister</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma<span style=""> </span>: I don’t want another sister. One’s bad enough!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Mother<span style=""> </span>: Well, it will be like having a friend to stay. You love having friends to stay.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma<span style=""> </span>: No, it won’t. The good thing about having friends to stay is that they go home again</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Rossie<span style=""> </span>: Oh, come on! You like Kristy McDonald, don’t you? You’ve got so much in common.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style=""> </span>: You’re exactly the same age…</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma<span style=""> </span>: Oh yes, exactly! The very same birthday, for goodness sake!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Mike<span style=""> </span>: You’ll be twins! great.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Mike thinks it’s a great joke that Kristy and Emma were born on the same day.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma<span style=""> </span>: Shut up, Mike! Mother, tell him to shut up! I share my birthday with Kristy. Now, she’s<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>: sharing my room! I’m going to have nothing to call my own.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Rossie<span style=""> </span>: But Emma, you get on fine with Kristy!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma<span style=""> </span>: I hardly know her.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style=""> </span>:<span style=""> </span>And you’re expecting me to share a room wit her for the rest of my life</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Mother<span style=""> </span>: (Laught). Before you know it </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>: you will leave home and be off to university or collage or somewhere.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma<span style=""> </span>: Oh great! Now you want me to leave home.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Mother<span style=""> </span>: Of course not. Emma, don’t be silly. Stop making such a fuss</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Rossie<span style=""> </span>: yes, you’re beginning to get boring about your stupid room. There are more important</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style=""> </span>: things in life.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma<span style=""> </span>: Anyway, It’s easy for you to talk. You don’t have to share your room with a perfect<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>: stranger</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Mike<span style=""> </span>: Hey, this is boring. Here, I will let you share a cracker with a perfect brother. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: 36pt; line-height: normal;">: Come on, pull.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma<span style=""> </span>: Whatever!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma fell angry on that time and she go to her bedroom and leave her mother, Rossie and Mike In live room. But when she arrives, she finds Kristy has been there.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma<span style=""> </span>: I don’t know how many more surprise I can take.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">(She turned to Kristy who was sitting in the God beside her)</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma continued.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma<span style=""> </span>: Did you know your father had let the hotel already?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Kristy<span style=""> </span>: Not, but he said we’d get all details later.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma<span style=""> </span>: Like how! I think it’s terrible that they kept everything secret till the last minute.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Kristy<span style=""> </span>: Do you really? I think it’s quite funny.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style=""> </span>: The old parents are not as boring as we think</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma<span style=""> </span>: Oh, Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mind them getting married</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Kristy<span style=""> </span>: That’s nice of you</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma<span style=""> </span>: Well, I quite like your father.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Kristy<span style=""> </span>: So do I</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma<span style=""> </span>: And I don’t mind your family coming to live in our house.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Kristy<span style=""> </span>: That is nice of you</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma<span style=""> </span>: Oh, come on, I don’t suppose you’re in love with the idea either sorry</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Kristy<span style=""> </span>: Oh, I don’t know anything to get away from the prison. Sorry</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma<span style=""> </span>: I thought you love it. You always seem to be having a great time.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Kristy<span style=""> </span>: I like to keep my father happy</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma<span style=""> </span>: Well, it just that our house isn’t very big, you know. It’s Ok for all the others but </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style=""> </span>: I think it’s just a bit much having to.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">She paused, realizing that this didn’t sound very polite.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Kristy<span style=""> </span>: Having to share your room with me, you mean?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma<span style=""> </span>: You’re going to find it a bit of a squash as well, you know.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Kristy<span style=""> </span>: I had to share a room with another girl at school.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style=""> </span>: Besides, don’t you worry, stepsister. I’m not going to be in that room very much</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style=""> </span>: I’ll be out on the town</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma can’t speak anymore. She loses her words. Now Kristy can understand why Emma was so worried about having to share her room. It certainty is not large. In fact it’s tiny and now it has two little beds and two little tables, chairs, bookcase, stereos and two huge great teenage girls.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Day after day, the relationship between Emma and Kristy more friendly then the first time they share room together. They are getting used to each other. Emma may be a genius at English but not when it comes to Math. To be fair, Emma is giving Kristy a lot of help with her English. And also, Kristy has got to know a lot of people, or any real friends among the girls at school except Emma. And now they even go to lunch together and walk to school and back together. Of course, this situation make their family confused, what happened with them? especially for Mike.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">(In the Living room)</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Mike<span style=""> </span>: Mom, do you know what happened with them?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Mother<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>: Oh, I see…</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Rossie<span style=""> </span>: Yes mom. I also feel like that. Now, they’ve always together in everywhere, every time.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Mother<span style=""> </span>: So, where’s the wrong?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Mike<span style=""> </span>: Not wrong mom! But it unusual</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Rossie<span style=""> </span>: Strange…exactly</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Mother<span style=""> </span>: I don’t know why, but I hope they always like that.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>: So, we can live with peaceful.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Rossie<span style=""> </span>: I hope so…</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Mike<span style=""> </span>: yeah, me too.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Mother<span style=""> </span>: By the way, where are they? I see them at home.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Rossie<span style=""> </span>: They’re going to the bookstore. Emma wants to but a new novel. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style=""> </span>: Now, she likes to read a novel that written by Jane Austen, you know.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Mike<span style=""> </span>: I’m sure it’s because of Kristy Mc. Donald.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Rossie<span style=""> </span>: Of course yes.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Suddenly Emma and Kristy heading to home and then, they join with mother, Rossie and Mike.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma<span style=""> </span>: We’re home</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Kristy<span style=""> </span>: Hi…mom..!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Mother<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>: Where have you been?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Kristy<span style=""> </span>: We’re going to but a novel for Emma and then she’s treat me in Japanese restaurant.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Mike<span style=""> </span>: You bring something for me?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Kristy<span style=""> </span>: Oh…nothing. You’re not lucky yet</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Mike<span style=""> </span>: How poor I am</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Rossie<span style=""> </span>: Wait, Emma…you’re look so different now.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma<span style=""> </span>: Me? What do you mean?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Rossie<span style=""> </span>: I still remember a few days before, you’re very angry to hear that Kristy will be live<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>: here and sharing room with you. What happened later on!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma<span style=""> </span>: Well, I know…I do stupid mistake last time. I aware that there is no reason to hate</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style=""> </span>: her because in fact she is a nice girl</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Mother<span style=""> </span>: Emma…I’m proud of you. Finally, you’re realize your mistake</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma<span style=""> </span>: Kristy…I’m sorry. I promise, I will be a good sister for you.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style=""> </span>: We are twins after all.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Mike<span style=""> </span>: Wow…it’s so nice.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Rossie<span style=""> </span>: So…what about how Kristy?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Kristy<span style=""> </span>: Well, It’s ok for me, because we’re twins. And I will always forgive you.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma<span style=""> </span>: Thanks…Kristy. You’re the best.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style=""> </span>: Mom, I’m sorry because I also make you worry and unhappiness</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Mother<span style=""> </span>: It’s ok, honey. But remember don’t do it anymore.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Emma<span style=""> </span>: Yes, Mom. I promise. Trust me.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Mother<span style=""> </span>: I hope it’s not only for now but also for the end of our life</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Rossie<span style=""> </span>: We’re family, so we must share and loving each other, Right?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Mike<span style=""> </span>: Right</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Kristy<span style=""> </span>: Exactly</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Mother<span style=""> </span>: Now we start a new life.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">Finally, Emma realizes her mistakes. She promised that se will be a good sister for Kristy. Now, she is really quite enjoying being a ‘<a href="http://story-en.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold;">twin</span></a>’.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;">
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<br />The One Storyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10064300982831790394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512099453037347.post-8800636074021362092009-08-22T11:43:00.002+07:002009-08-22T11:46:47.176+07:00The Role of Computers In Business<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe-OqkQNNpZ_7H-kw220nXijKvcvWnEJR3bM5fpDSKGyVQK-RzcznSde7MJ-YGWsFJUlkIeKcjCWBFsnBiOdMO17fbkz06d2jr05PDqu03NDrIQ9rsCYSYzIVzWQx7JLwFLkYNbJKXN2c/s1600-h/DellComputer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe-OqkQNNpZ_7H-kw220nXijKvcvWnEJR3bM5fpDSKGyVQK-RzcznSde7MJ-YGWsFJUlkIeKcjCWBFsnBiOdMO17fbkz06d2jr05PDqu03NDrIQ9rsCYSYzIVzWQx7JLwFLkYNbJKXN2c/s320/DellComputer.jpg" alt="Computer" title="Click to see full size computer Image" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372644868046160562" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />When first developed, computers were not used in business. It was not until the late 1950s and early 1960s that computers began to be used to organize, store, process, and present vast amounts of business information. In 1954 the first business application of a computers system was made for the processing of payroll. Today payroll is just one of many routine computer operations. There has been a rapid increase of computer usage into almost every aspect of business: factory production, inventory control, warehousing and distribution, record-keeping, and even assistance in problem-solving and decision-making.<br /> Computers handle large amounts of data rapidly and can efficiently categorize, process, and report information for a variety of business operation. Computers, in fact, have a virtually unlimited capacity for processing business data, However, since computers cannot think, their role in business is limited to those areas in which they can process information more effectively and efficiently than human beings. Figure 2 lists a number of tasks and compares the effectiveness of computers and human beings for each task. At the administrative level, managers decide how computers and humans can be used most effectively to perform a particular business task.The One Storyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10064300982831790394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512099453037347.post-31109147645595714402009-07-02T09:58:00.005+07:002009-07-02T10:30:30.757+07:00Tom Sawyer Adventure<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixbgZhP3ZzqPc-FeJbiwF4FeUaBpGKbJdRMV-_qeIF7G4UGu0TsZ9XiRkufWA1MljIgaY7tniucSl4bJ_ld1MgEZXELIjZKto3ar7pDLPKxo8rqcMSaqh0Inz59qI8un5mz9T5UHqnyLk/s1600-h/Tom+Sawyer+Adventure.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixbgZhP3ZzqPc-FeJbiwF4FeUaBpGKbJdRMV-_qeIF7G4UGu0TsZ9XiRkufWA1MljIgaY7tniucSl4bJ_ld1MgEZXELIjZKto3ar7pDLPKxo8rqcMSaqh0Inz59qI8un5mz9T5UHqnyLk/s320/Tom+Sawyer+Adventure.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353695668330951394" border="0" /></a>Tom Sawyer is a boy who is love adventure. On a night he fled from the house, and with friends who called Huck go to the funeral. "Hey, Huck! If we bring a cat that died and dig it, he said growth can be taken." "Yes. Let alone with me! Really..? just so afraid."<br /><br />"Hey, wait! There are people who came! Tom and Huck are hiding soon." Is not that a doctor and grandfather Peter? And that the Indian Joe ... "Then the doctor and the grandfather Petter altercate start because of the money. To get the autopsy, doctors should do both his dig. Then Petter grandfather began raising rates, but the doctor refused. Then grandfather Petter beaten by Doctor to drop. After that, the Indian Joe glean grandfather brought the knife and jump Petter attacks the Doctor. Brukk!<o:p></o:p><p></p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhksW61cyWhsPBD2BInkIUF5UqDR_6W6ghUjoVitKEY9uZnbfmwjhwgH1qSLdE9lnLQGkpf0_75y8HZnmKeWhZwBumf9aWwmONTf9b6iXh0QubBTDewE1LcPDvlIuHvLe_oBmCu-13N8II/s1600-h/Tom+Sawyer+Adventure+2.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 191px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhksW61cyWhsPBD2BInkIUF5UqDR_6W6ghUjoVitKEY9uZnbfmwjhwgH1qSLdE9lnLQGkpf0_75y8HZnmKeWhZwBumf9aWwmONTf9b6iXh0QubBTDewE1LcPDvlIuHvLe_oBmCu-13N8II/s320/Tom+Sawyer+Adventure+2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353695674603616386" border="0" /></a>The Indian doctor to kill Joe, and go running to bring the money. The next day Doctor found dead in the cemetery, and the city began to gather. "This is a knife Petter grandfather. So, who killed grandfather Doctor." "A. .. I can not remember it clearly ..." What? I have seen Petter grandfather kill doctor. "" It is true, is the grandfather killer Petter.<br /><br />Then Petter grandfather arrested and put in prison. "Wow ... that the murderer is actually the Indian Joe." "But, if we say it, the Indian Joe akan revenge and kill us ..." Several days have passed, and all the people tela.h forget the incident. One day a quarrel with Tom Becky, girls in the school of interest. "What-What. I hate the same Tom."<o:p></o:p></p> <p style="text-align: justify;">Tom be angry by Becky who feel discouraged. Then a friend named Joe who said, "Both at home and at school I have not needed. Tom, we just run away, yuk!" Tom and Joe take Huck, meaning they live on an island in the middle of a river. "Yahooo! If so, we like pirate, ya!" We do not need to go to school. "They cross the river with a raft of his made, and they play all day. When the start hunger, they also eat eggs and fried apples.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="text-align: justify;">The next day when they're playing, suddenly .... Boom…! River’s water to gush up. "Oh, that is a hint of someone looking for the person who drowned." People think of Joe and Tom drowned in the river, and they also come to explore. "Perhaps at this time are Bibi Polly notice me. In the middle of the night Tom swim across the river, back to her house to see the situation. When Tom peep from the window, see Bibi Mrs. Joe and Polly are crying." They died, so ... "<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl9l_4UK9YRMp2_fYQ3rsrbVAn9QkZzMwtNfGVX8R1E9klX-_DsWjxvyvLjhq-2g3V1JbxM0RU_ABVeibdRkUowndYgnwNLeYWKAZPcNtF1vbKSNtmzxQ5mpH2ngh_Iv1RhyphenhyphenG4HAOYRZ0/s1600-h/Tom+Sawyer+Adventure+3.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl9l_4UK9YRMp2_fYQ3rsrbVAn9QkZzMwtNfGVX8R1E9klX-_DsWjxvyvLjhq-2g3V1JbxM0RU_ABVeibdRkUowndYgnwNLeYWKAZPcNtF1vbKSNtmzxQ5mpH2ngh_Iv1RhyphenhyphenG4HAOYRZ0/s320/Tom+Sawyer+Adventure+3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353695678921633378" border="0" /></a>Tom then returned to the island and told that the Huck and Joe. They were very surprised. Finally, they agree to return home on the day of their funeral ceremonies. "Wow, Tom! You go home, yes." "Joe, you syukurlah home safely." Overall happy on their return. Several days later the court Petter grandfather started. The court grandfather Petter defined as homicide, and he will die. To free Petter grandfather, Tom presume to be a witness. " the actual murderer is that the Indian Joe. "We have seen the incident indeed." The Indian Joe heard that it immediately jumped out of the window. Praaang! He fled. Petter grandfather was very happy because life tertolong. "Tom, thanks a lot. Once the trial ended, the city back on their lives back. One day Tom and Huck went to a house that is not uninhabited. When they're looking for something in the level two, suddenly someone into the house." Ooh! The Indian Joe with friend, the thief! "<br /><br />To hide the money that has been stole, the thief began to excavate the floor. And ... criing! They issued a gold box. "Hyaaa! Harta trove of many!" Okay, we move his hiding ago we marked this with wood. "The Indian Joe also began to rise to the level two, to check." What, I? If discovered, we sure killed by ... "Praaak! Gedebug! Because the board his leader already obsolete, in the middle of the Indian Joe drop. Tom and Huck also feel relieved.<br /><br />Several days have passed. One day the Indian Joe Huck and his friends alone. "What they want to hide his gold?" However, Indian Joe and his friends wanted the house Mrs. Douglas. "Terrible, I must immediately notify someone!" Because the notice Huck, who are the house with Mrs. Douglas immediately bring the gun and shoot the thief. Door! Door! Indian Joe and his friends are very surprised, and they fled. "It is nothing, why?" This is all thanks to Huck. Thank you for the information, yes! "<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU68sTv4rhDcVFzV8B7kFQ_VzrT7nwxaTL1zwGowuePz8Bk86-WDOaKM1YMu6WDw2gphbGcTjSSqis6UtxZulkwbYWDRNB41ThikvcLhz977CKD4utSNq8Khvdq66tarZpBbDTNUj9FaU/s1600-h/Tom+Sawyer+Adventure+4.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU68sTv4rhDcVFzV8B7kFQ_VzrT7nwxaTL1zwGowuePz8Bk86-WDOaKM1YMu6WDw2gphbGcTjSSqis6UtxZulkwbYWDRNB41ThikvcLhz977CKD4utSNq8Khvdq66tarZpBbDTNUj9FaU/s320/Tom+Sawyer+Adventure+4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353695681345237938" border="0" /></a>On the other hand, Tom, Becky, and his friends go to picnic together. However, Tom and Becky lost in a cave. They do not know the way home. Suddenly, smoke appears bring beset both. "Kyaaa! Tom, I fear!" "Oh, there is someone!" Suddenly her muncullah Indian Joe in front of Tom and Becky. He was very surprise, up-to both difficult to breathing. "Waaaw! Come on, run! With fast, Tom and Becky ran to the exit in the cave. Finally their home.<br /><br />Aunt Polly who worry very happy with the return of the two children. When Tom went home to play Becky, Becky's father said, Tom is dangerous because the cave, it's just closed. "Yes ... but there are Indian Joe. When they go there, Indian Joe in fact swoon at the entrance of the cave. La astray. Then they close the entrance of the cave, and throw Indian Joe in prison." Actually Indian Joe his gold hide on the stones that are located in the cave, and this has been. "Tom and Huck in the cave entrance to go through the secret way. When they dig up the stone has been, they saw the hidden gold second person is a thief.<br /><br />"Horee with this property, we'll be rich!" When Tom and Huck go home, Mrs. Douglas who was fed by Huck feast to welcome them.<br /><br />"Adventure Tom Sawyer" is a story lifted from a story in <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Mississipi</st1:city>, <st1:country-region st="on">United States</st1:country-region></st1:place>. Told about the wanton youth, and the friend called Tom, Huck. The core story is in the middle of the story, and thus become easy to understand.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">upjcv3ng7y</span><br /><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>The One Storyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10064300982831790394noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512099453037347.post-41773173442975927662009-07-02T09:43:00.002+07:002009-07-02T09:48:50.879+07:00The Wooden King<p style="text-align: justify;"><strong>The King Wood</strong></p><div style="text-align: justify;">By: Hariyadi (Bobo No. 23/XXIX)<br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><br />As always, Sukresh follow his father to the forest. After a two-cut tree, the father Sukresh invites Sukresh rest. Provision of rice cakes made in the mother, they run out of oneself.<br /><br />"If you're big later, you will be able to chop down a tree more than the father," said the father Sukresh while sorbannya correct.<br /><br />Sukresh just speechless.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"> When the day before the lunch, the father immediately cut the wood into small and mengikatnya into one. Wood-wood that will be transported and sold to the market. Certainly pleased to see their mother is able to sell more wood on that day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0p_PkcuYCINtcigEK_Zu9nk6C9IabwZUCf7QmrAhHTnBxu_IhBk_xRuy1sNeaxCKGrlL3IZKNh4jNwua3-4r-QyZ9vGAzLXQbo8hraexeeeIhmMChnVARk3442_Wm7uB6lhrJeax54kM/s1600-h/The+Wooden+King+1.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0p_PkcuYCINtcigEK_Zu9nk6C9IabwZUCf7QmrAhHTnBxu_IhBk_xRuy1sNeaxCKGrlL3IZKNh4jNwua3-4r-QyZ9vGAzLXQbo8hraexeeeIhmMChnVARk3442_Wm7uB6lhrJeax54kM/s320/The+Wooden+King+1.gif" alt="The Wooden King" title="click to enlarge" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353688442629059890" border="0" /></a>However, when akan pundaknya to haul wood, behold, my father slipped feet. Father's body sink to the edge a small canyon. Sukresh surprised. With tertatih-tatih it down the canyon. Diperiksanya each rerimbunan. How surprised when he found his father, who fainted. Yet again more surprised when he saw a large snake ready to peck his father.<br /><br />"Do not bite my father!" Sukresh screaming loud.<br /><br />Miraculous. The snakes look Sukresh.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;">"Body weigh three father son to death. But the reply that kind of life is also your father," answered the snake.<br /><br />"What is the origin akan kulakukan you do not bite my father," Sukresh fate.<br /><br />"Okay. Instead, each search for firewood, you need to provide firewood for three bind three lives instead of my son. You're only allowed to bring home a bundle of wood fuel as a substitute for the life of your father. And remember, this agreement may not have the know . Including your mother and father. "<br /><br />"Fine, if that which you requested. Asal you release my father."<br /><br />Since then replace his father Sukresh find firewood in the forest. His father can not walk because of foot injuries due to a slip.<br /><br />Day-to-day are full of hard work Sukresh. Each he fell four trees, three trees in the ravine to dilemparkannya. One tree brought to market for sale.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br />Day switch days. Month change months. Year of change year. Sukresh young people grow into a big and strong. However, each return from the forest only to bring him a bundle of wood fuel. Village people began to whisper bisik-mocking. Indeed inappropriate when Sukresh only carry one bundle. Not commensurate with the large body.<br /><br />"Sukresh faineant children. In the forests of romance only," so scorn the youths in the village.<br /><br />Sukresh only silence. He was not angry, because it may not have the actual story. Meanwhile, the father Sukresh sad mockery of the hearing child. And because sales Sukresh wood only slightly, their families live poor.<br /><br />Until a day came to their house reot two menunggangi horses. Robes as they charged the people rich in the river Indus.<br /><br />"Is it true that you called masters Sukresh?" a guest of honor at the Sukresh view.<br /><br />"True," answered Sukresh.<br /><br />"Servant King master sent two messages to deliver. The first message, the agreement between the lord and master Sukresh King has ended. Message second, what I take is the property of all masters. That is the result of sincerity and master for many years in the Lord loves the father , "said the front line while showing tram line contains wood.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFURMzhiFOAGICDKdOe_z-sPKwU5lYOb6d7HBwDaNXMH9ck01DWgWd1mMb1SeHgfGGE34TPRGbfOy7HBTCJ1XKuaYdLb_YSO1AcTn3xgTiq4JsQKbWLGKhLOkC4OsllcCJv4SmgGs7-fk/s1600-h/The+Wooden+King+2.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFURMzhiFOAGICDKdOe_z-sPKwU5lYOb6d7HBwDaNXMH9ck01DWgWd1mMb1SeHgfGGE34TPRGbfOy7HBTCJ1XKuaYdLb_YSO1AcTn3xgTiq4JsQKbWLGKhLOkC4OsllcCJv4SmgGs7-fk/s320/The+Wooden+King+2.gif" alt="The Wooden King" title="click to enlarge" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353688445812948178" border="0" /></a>Sukresh unnerved. Did it work for this result. Sukresh remember how he cut the wood-wood.<br /><br />"What is all this for me ..." Sukresh a great surprise to the guests. However, when Sukresh turn, the guests had gone. Stay Sukresh and both parents are still confused.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"> Since that time Sukresh people become rich in the village. He is the king of wood that has a warehouse-warehouse contains the largest wood ready to be sent to all corners of the country. (Fairy tale third of the Wood Collection Black)</p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>The One Storyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10064300982831790394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512099453037347.post-26835040416447221772009-07-02T09:32:00.002+07:002009-07-02T09:42:59.137+07:00The Frog Prince<strong>Frog prince</strong><br /><p style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhV0H6H-vzuPZhVmMpoijVKR5szVNSKPdDbFVUWWJz_XCd535nHSV7uBuXCteifiM6-NQ5TSHJnI_p9_ttz6m6MXP-X93KD8M4Ce1hObkuxVWSrjJdLvbEucQvS_Q0bDxfag1qLPCNWTg/s1600-h/The+Frog+King+1.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 141px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhV0H6H-vzuPZhVmMpoijVKR5szVNSKPdDbFVUWWJz_XCd535nHSV7uBuXCteifiM6-NQ5TSHJnI_p9_ttz6m6MXP-X93KD8M4Ce1hObkuxVWSrjJdLvbEucQvS_Q0bDxfag1qLPCNWTg/s320/The+Frog+King+1.gif" alt="the frog prince" title="Click to enlarge" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353686672241130002" border="0" /></a>At a time, lived a king who had several beautiful girls, but children gadisnya the most bungsulah the most beautiful. He has a face that is beautiful and always looks luminous. He was named Mary. Near the king's palace there is a vast forest and dense, and under a lime tree that is old is a pit. One day that summer, daughter Mary went to the playground and sit on the forest edge of shower water is very cold. When the daughter is bored to take a golden ball and then threw high-level catch and he returned. Playing the ball is throwing toys kegemarannya.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHc0DiJRmfExaPIh5tTENWibl7nSsMuVwBCTSOo8Z3hyphenhyphenmIopdQwkb0UUAgFphbNAzRPX8oEf9a6H-jyezlEyeQUmeq0TZDjay1GmD5fp6ZHaG04mxbYKO-li-UjWDBDdiCb2O6X4SCfJA/s1600-h/The+Frog+King+3.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 141px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHc0DiJRmfExaPIh5tTENWibl7nSsMuVwBCTSOo8Z3hyphenhyphenmIopdQwkb0UUAgFphbNAzRPX8oEf9a6H-jyezlEyeQUmeq0TZDjay1GmD5fp6ZHaG04mxbYKO-li-UjWDBDdiCb2O6X4SCfJA/s320/The+Frog+King+3.gif" alt="the frog prince" title="Click to enlarge" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353686677597117826" border="0" /></a>However, a gold ball when the daughter can not ditangkapnya. The ball then fell to the ground and roll toward the lake, the girls continue to see the direction the ball emasnya, keep scrolling until the ball finally disappeared in the lake in which, until the base that is not well seen. The daughter also starts crying. The long tangisannya increasingly hard. When he was still crying, to hear someone speak in a voice, "What makes you mourn daughter master? Master weeping daughter is making me sentimental ... see Sang Putri around looking for direction from which sound, he saw only a frog with a big ugly in the face of the surface water. "Oh ... if you are just now talking frog? I wept because emasku ball fell into the pit. " "Stop crying," said the frog. I can help you take the ball emasmu, but whether that will provide you with it later? ", Go to the greenback.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHJH4E6EXHfuiZrY-mSIJhyphenhyphenjt0YVbawBFd6fea0keNZlxSMY8iUjf2KkxVyLQ6iVMmgwKjZfaT199p0UOvJSb_25FKgAGNUHIivxruIldbb0M0jTgzJbDLrjKHHQ25tWcX0in3rrZJimY/s1600-h/The+Frog+King+2.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 141px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHJH4E6EXHfuiZrY-mSIJhyphenhyphenjt0YVbawBFd6fea0keNZlxSMY8iUjf2KkxVyLQ6iVMmgwKjZfaT199p0UOvJSb_25FKgAGNUHIivxruIldbb0M0jTgzJbDLrjKHHQ25tWcX0in3rrZJimY/s320/The+Frog+King+2.gif" alt="the frog prince" title="Click to enlarge" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353686676121729218" border="0" /></a>"Regardless of who you're akan ku provide, jewelry and mutiaraku, even I will give a gold crown that I wear this," said the daughter. The frog said, "I do not want jewelry, pearl crown emasmu even, but I want you want to be friend pasanganku and mendampingimu eating, drinking and sleeping menemanimu. If you promise to meet all keinginanku, I akan emasmu bring the ball back, "said the frog. "Fine, I will promise to meet all keinginanmu successful if you bring the ball back emasku." The girls think, what may be a frog who can speak can live on land for a long time. He can only play in the water with the other stocky while singing. After the daughter to promise, the frog immediately dive into the lake and in a short time he returned to the surface while a ball of gold in the mouth, then threw to the ground.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieD3vN5FjQF7XMkwz703tB3UICRebE9tPqXvm2wXXIf7AYhF1gqF5pj8j7LwArgHMd0-RoIsSIRoGHscGVkNTJQutmlzoRalpBgCZ39T7qNyj9O6yR6I-m7zYHDBTJ8XEHBQQ-MTJ4G40/s1600-h/The+Frog+King+4.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 139px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieD3vN5FjQF7XMkwz703tB3UICRebE9tPqXvm2wXXIf7AYhF1gqF5pj8j7LwArgHMd0-RoIsSIRoGHscGVkNTJQutmlzoRalpBgCZ39T7qNyj9O6yR6I-m7zYHDBTJ8XEHBQQ-MTJ4G40/s320/The+Frog+King+4.gif" alt="the frog prince" title="Click to enlarge" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353686683827486818" border="0" /></a>The daughter was very happy because he emasnya get the ball back. Sang Putri emasnya catch the ball and then ran home. "Wait ... wait," said the frog. "Take me with you, I can not run as quickly as yourself." But it's useless to call the frog cried the daughter, he still ran out of the frog.<br /><br />The frog was very sad and kembal to pit again. The next day, when the daughter was sitting with his father while eating lunch, heard a voice ditangga marble vault. Sesampainya in the top of the stairs, heard the door knocking and crying, "daughter, my daughter opened the door for me ...." The daughter rushing to the door. But when he opened the door, was already there before him in the frog. Surprised because he immediately shut the door loud-loud. He sat back on the table and look terrified. The King who asks to see her son on the daughter's fear, "What you takutkan putriku? Is there a giant take you away? "Not the father, not a giant but a frog that revolting," said the daughter. "What's he want?" Ask the king to the daughter.<br /><br />Then the girls told the incident back menimpanya yesterday. "I did not think he will come to the palace this ..", said the daughter. Not how long, heard knocking on the door again. "... Daughter, daughter, opened the door for me. Are you sure with your speech yesterday at the lake? "Finally the king said to the daughter," what have you promised to be ditepati. Come on, opened the door for him. " With a heavy step, the youngest daughter opened the door, and the dang frog immediately following the entry of the daughter to the table. "Lift me, and let sit in sebelahmu," said the frog. Top of the king, guards prepare plates for the frogs in addition to daughter Mary. The frog immediately partake in the food dish is talking with a long stick. "Wow, really do not have rules. View perasaanku not just make nice, "said daughter Mary.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"> Sang Putri haste to flee rooms. Now he felt relieved to escape from the frogs. Namun, tiba-tiba, ketika hendak membaringkan diri di tempat tidur…. "Kwoook!" That the frog is on the bed. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG2uLSEGiOlpbGuHaCy6Pn8uTNIjc3SBTUQ9Y6XwMAJbRTjF3BvADgv_QImztuEi0j-F1jPYmkRwT9fZh100mufKGI44RsvkzwgiRhxsRr0hkIamWn3kxCbpckNkdGR4R0sLMX3GjjCFY/s1600-h/The+Frog+King+5.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 141px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG2uLSEGiOlpbGuHaCy6Pn8uTNIjc3SBTUQ9Y6XwMAJbRTjF3BvADgv_QImztuEi0j-F1jPYmkRwT9fZh100mufKGI44RsvkzwgiRhxsRr0hkIamWn3kxCbpckNkdGR4R0sLMX3GjjCFY/s320/The+Frog+King+5.gif" alt="the frog prince" title="Click to enlarge" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353686687018247154" border="0" /></a>"Self-frog! Although I have to promise, but this is unreasonable! "Daughter Mary is very angry, and he threw the frog to the floor. Bruuk! Magically, suddenly smoke out of the frog's body. Appear in the smoke from a prince of stout. "Thank you Mary ... you daughter has a magic save from the evil witch. Because you have melemparku, magic disappeared and I returned to original form. "The word of the prince. "I am sorry because it was the promise," said the daughter with the contrite. "I also apologize. I deliberately makes you angry that you melemparkanku, "reply the Prince. Time passed so quickly. Finally, the Prince, and daughter Mary binding promise to the faithful They marry and live happy.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br />Moral message: Do not ever promise a toy and think first promises that we will create.<br /><br />Source: Serial Stories World Elexmedia</p>The One Storyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10064300982831790394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512099453037347.post-10481610273605981402009-06-27T14:31:00.002+07:002009-06-27T14:35:19.393+07:00Guliver Adventure<p><strong> Guliver Adventure</strong></p><br /><p style="text-align: justify;"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCtupxMHoh_z550_VYsMEvAKviFc-KiFWaQAe1B_FMdWLbxellyXNc4MX2PA5LCEAGvWnhjqRLz_DIGbd3Ihd-yum6v0YmGIDoo1NJCWkrV7iYNBrzMfoTb2q38qhz-tl_BagNZqudsGU/s1600-h/Guliver+Adventure+1.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCtupxMHoh_z550_VYsMEvAKviFc-KiFWaQAe1B_FMdWLbxellyXNc4MX2PA5LCEAGvWnhjqRLz_DIGbd3Ihd-yum6v0YmGIDoo1NJCWkrV7iYNBrzMfoTb2q38qhz-tl_BagNZqudsGU/s320/Guliver+Adventure+1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351907118616919314" border="0" /></a>In ancient times in the country have an English doctor named Guliver young. He was happy to sail a very remote country. Until at a time, when he sailed, the storm came very formidable. All of the ship is terlempar to the sea. Guliver continue to swim in the waves that roll. Finally, he dumped on a beach. When he opened his eyes, his body was tied with ropes and many soldiers-soldiers who brought a small pike mengelilinginya. "Do not move! Are Look!" "O men of giants, who are you really?". "My name is Guliver, I naiki ship sinking and I am stranded here." "Okay, we'll take you to the Palace." Then the soldiers-soldiers and a small lift to the top of the vehicle Guliver the giant horse drawn small.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"> After arriving at the Palace and the rope-a rope is released mengikatnya, Guliver recounts events that befall themselves and ship to the king. "Okay, here you can stay home you behave properly and decently," said the King. Then the king told pelayannya to prepare the meal for Guliver. "As I respect, I want to give a gift to the Majesty," said Guliver issued while a pistol and tried menembakkannya. Door! People in town are surprised to hear the sound and berlarian Guliver pistol. "Hm .. great gun," said King.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivw5amG2mRT9s1FPClcLwaklsymw9dhGr2KJ9WGO1yi3vxwh3GadrH0OBtgAtpFnYoanezLCgVfnR1G2YbV6K-BRb98MSaozQHC38aIQCrI3lBsGEaLWz8lruS9k8yAUBbJu9MP1X8MtY/s1600-h/Guliver+Adventure+2.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivw5amG2mRT9s1FPClcLwaklsymw9dhGr2KJ9WGO1yi3vxwh3GadrH0OBtgAtpFnYoanezLCgVfnR1G2YbV6K-BRb98MSaozQHC38aIQCrI3lBsGEaLWz8lruS9k8yAUBbJu9MP1X8MtY/s320/Guliver+Adventure+2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351907119439493506" border="0" /></a>The next day, Guliver walk around the city after the fullest extent permitted by the King. Guliver was running between the buildings that are like toys. Guliver more familiar with the population-environment population in the Palace. Guliver give memorials be a day to them. One day, the King came to confer with the daughter. King was upset because the king of country neighbors wanted to get married with a daughter. But the daughter does not want it. However, if the request is rejected, the king of the country threaten the future attack. "Okay, I will try to help, Tuanku." Guliver have provided belt-strap of the hook on the end. When he went to the port, ships are the enemy line in the middle of the sea. Guliver go towards the ship. Suddenly he was attacked with small arrow-arrow that does not feel dibadan Guliver. He just closes his eyes with a hand so that the arrow-arrow is not on the eyes. Guliver interesting enemy ships to the port. "Guliver Live!", "Great! Guliver very strong." Finally, the king of neighboring countries seeking forgiveness and promised not akan akan war and establish friendships.<br /></div><p><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqro4ngIFgb8_a9L7Z6MbKvRX5Dgt2-XNYHwCN_hsrpQHZA-qOMMbvp3zk_ycvtIfBIAoSsztUFuRFewBnOz9vSyCuRJeH5Me1ZojYuYsFTLGxB8z03jeG7tJ-xmlw8J_VmUwitEVro54/s1600-h/Guliver+Adventure+3.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqro4ngIFgb8_a9L7Z6MbKvRX5Dgt2-XNYHwCN_hsrpQHZA-qOMMbvp3zk_ycvtIfBIAoSsztUFuRFewBnOz9vSyCuRJeH5Me1ZojYuYsFTLGxB8z03jeG7tJ-xmlw8J_VmUwitEVro54/s320/Guliver+Adventure+3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351907123642298866" border="0" /></a>Next day, Guliver find the boat that has broken away and waves oscillate. "If the boat is good condition, I may be able to meet with the ship that will return to the UK. The people of the land to help improve Guliver boat. Thanks to the efforts and cooperation of both, in a trice the boat was already a good return." Thank you very much the assistance you all ". Tibalah day return Guliver. He also provided food and beef-cattle that was to the boat." Majesty, I have been making during the stay here in a long time, pardon me if I spend a lot of mistakes. "" Be careful and safe Guliver the road. "After the King and the transfer of all land, boat Guliver leave for the sea." Several days later, from the front of the boat, Guliver see the big ship. He immediately hands wave and he was fed by the ship. Once chance, the ship will return to the UK. "Syukurlah I can finally go home to England," said Guliver hearts. Dikapal people feel amazed and bizarre stories with Guliver and see the small cattle brought by it.</p>The One Storyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10064300982831790394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512099453037347.post-73275165165627587442009-06-27T14:20:00.000+07:002009-06-27T14:21:51.416+07:00King Parakeet<p><strong>King Parakeet</strong></p><p> Have a story, a king parakeet bird life and its people in a forest in Aceh. Their lives peacefully. Peace is disturbed, because the presence of a hunter. On a successful hunter is to put glue around the cage-bird's cage. </p><p> They try to release the wings and body of the adhesive. However, these efforts failed. Almost all of panic, but the king parakeet. He said, "my brother, settle down. This is an adhesive made by the hunter. If the hunters come, play dead puralah. After the release adhesive, hunters will check us. If we get it off, he will remove us. Wait until the count to a hundred, before we fly together again.</p><p><br /><br /> The next day, came the hunters. Perekatnya after release, he took tangkapannya results. How he was disappointed after knowing the birds are not moving, disangkanya dead. However, hunters are falling slip, so that makes the birds that have surprised and ditanah fly. Only the king parakeet that has not been released from the adhesive. He arrested.<br /><br /> King Parakeet request to the chaser is not killed. As a return he will always entertain the hunters. Almost every day he sang with merdunya. Khabar sonority bird sound that sounded to the ear of the King.</p><br /><p> King wanted the bird parakeet. The King and then switch it with the property that very much. At the palace of the King, parakeet bird cage put in a gold. Food available every day the nice-nice.<br /><br /> Parakeet bird but not happy. He always remembers where forest Aceh. One day he feign death. The King is very sad and ordered penguburannya with the ceremonial pomp. When the progress of preparation, it is placed outside the cage. At that time he use to fly to explore kebebasanya. He was flying to the forest kediamannya. Where bird parakeet faithful people waiting his arrival.</p>The One Storyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10064300982831790394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512099453037347.post-10666294399837050872009-06-08T14:36:00.000+07:002009-06-27T14:37:53.757+07:00The Legend of Sangkuriang<div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>The Sangkuriang</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;">In the days of old, have a daughter of the king of the story in West Java called Dayang Sumbi.Ia have a son who is named Sangkuriang. Children are very fond hunting.<br /><br /> He was accompanied by hunting with Tumang, dog pet palace. Sangkuriang do not know, that dog is the bead and also the father of the gods.<br /><br /> On a day Tumang not want the command to pursue prey animals. But dogs are diusirnya into the forest.<br /><br /> When returned to the palace, told Sangkuriang incident was her mother. Extraordinarily angry Dayang Sumbi heard the story so that. He accidentally hit the head with a spoon of rice Sangkuriang the dipegangnya. Sangkuriang injured. He was very disappointed and went rogue.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"> After that incident, Dayang Sumbi extremely regret themselves. He was always very diligent to pray and be imprisoned. On a when, the gods gave him a gift. He will be forever young and has a lasting beauty.<br /><br /> After many years itinerate, Sangkuriang eventually intends to return to the ground water. Sesampainya there, the kingdom has changed total. There dijumpainya a lovely girl, who is not Dayang Sumbi. Dazzled by the beauty of the woman, Sangkuriang melamarnya. Because the youth was very handsome, very Dayang Sumbi also stunned him.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"> On a day Sangkuriang ask farewell to hunt. He requested help Dayang Sumbi to tidy bundle head. Would terkejutnya Dayang Sumbi see the scar for the candidate in her husband. Injury is just as children who have been injured to go wander. After a long diperhatikannya, the youth face is very similar to face his son. He became very terrified.<br /><br /> But then he seek power to thwart the efforts of the proposal. He put the two terms. First, he asks for the youth to stem the Citarum river. And second, he requested Sangkuriang to make a large boat to cross over the river is. The two requirements that must be met before the morning break.<br /><br /> That night Sangkuriang do Tapa. With it rally kesaktiannya-sentient supernatural being to help complete the job. Dayang Sumbi also secretly snoop job. Once the work is almost complete, Dayang Sumbi ordered pasukannya to the red silk cloth, in the east of the city.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"> When witnessed the ruddy color in the east of the city, Sangkuriang think the day is morning. He also stopped work. He was very angry because it means he can not meet the requirements requested Dayang Sumbi.<br /><br /> With strength, he was a dam dibuatnya. There were big floods engulf the entire city. He also boat and then kick a big dibuatnya. The boat drift and fall into a mountain called "Tangkuban Boat."</p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>The One Storyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10064300982831790394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512099453037347.post-79345759181913297402009-05-30T14:22:00.001+07:002009-07-06T15:03:48.072+07:00Aryo Menak<p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;">East Java-Story </p><p style="font-weight: bold;">Aryo Menak </p><p>The Story in the era Aryo Menak life, Madura island is very fertile. Forest is very dense. Field-yellow rice fields. </p><p>Aryo Menak a young man who is very fond to roam the forest. On a full moon, when he rested under a tree near a lake, see very bright fluorescent light on the edge of the lake. Slowly he approached the light source before. Would his Surprise, seen when seven people are bathing nymph and frolic there. </p><p>He is dazzled by their beauty. Arise desires to have one of them. He sediment couch, and then immediately taken with a shawl from the nymph-nymph. </p><p>Not long after, the seraph is finished taking a bath and make their clothes. They fly to istananya in heaven except the youngest. Fairy that can not fly without his shawl. He sad and crying. </p><p>Aryo Menak then approached him. She does not pretend to know what happens. He asked what happens to the woman that. Then he said: "This may be the will of the gods so that the woman stayed in the earth for a while. Do not be sad. I will keep a promise and to entertain you." </p><p>Woman evidently believed that the waffle Menak Arya. He does not reject the offer when Arya Menak him to stay at home Menak Arya. Then Arya Menak marry him. That Fairy accept it. </p><p>Story, that the woman still has charm. Pant full he can cook rice from a rice only. Condition is Arya Menak eyes can not. </p><p>One day, Arya Menak become curious. Rice in his Central did not decrease even though nymph cook every day. When his wife does not have at home, he gravitate to the kitchen and his wife opened the pot to cook rice. This makes his wife disappear miracle. </p><p>Fairy very surprised to find out what happened. Start at that time, he had to cook rice from his rice barn Arya Menak. Long run decrease the itupun rice. One day, the basic rice barnnya in sight. Would his surprise woman was seen when her shawl is fallen missing. Once the scarf is seen, arising desires to return to heaven. On an evening, he put back all the clothes his heaven. Body to be light, he can fly to his palace. </p><p>Arya Menak become very sad. Because his curious, leaving nymph. Since that time he and his descendants may not children to eat rice </p><p>(Freely adapted from Ny. SDB Aman, "Aryo Menak and His Wife," Folk Tales From Indonesia, Jakarta: Djambatan, 1976, pp. 88-91). </p>The One Storyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10064300982831790394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512099453037347.post-37739944692167186362009-05-28T14:44:00.000+07:002009-06-27T14:47:52.291+07:00Aromatic Jasmine Princess<p style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Aromatic Jasmine Princess </strong></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD7srIqKoxBbBN5QCjQgxiwjNWsUI7V04sVexq09nJwaXB6n290qavMK7mYuwzoXD1I8BOQjmbDYPId-q0YyJClNvn-35ceu4lsfNxpYVmtM9iVjBJShHbe0TLP4toeaSK3R-iqhVgBsM/s1600-h/Jasmine+Princess+1.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD7srIqKoxBbBN5QCjQgxiwjNWsUI7V04sVexq09nJwaXB6n290qavMK7mYuwzoXD1I8BOQjmbDYPId-q0YyJClNvn-35ceu4lsfNxpYVmtM9iVjBJShHbe0TLP4toeaSK3R-iqhVgBsM/s320/Jasmine+Princess+1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351910605739339490" border="0" /></a>In a kingdom, have a daughter named Wangi Melati. It was a beautiful daughter and clever. In the house he was always singing. But unfortunately he was a proud and like the others low. In the house he did not want to wipe if ordered by his mother. In addition, he also did not want to learn if it is cooking. "No, I do not want to wipe my hands and cooking later rough and I am so dirty," said Putri Melati Wangi sweep kick every time and learn to cook.<br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><br />Since small Wangi Melati Putri dijodohkan already with a prince named Prince Tanduk Deer. Deer Tanduk Prince is a prince of handsome and stout. He was always hunting deer and other animals each one month in the forest. Therefore he called on deer horns.<br /><br />One day, Wangi Melati Putri walk in the park. He saw a butterfly once a beautiful color. She wanted to catch the swing but the swing soon fly. Wangi Melati Putri continue mengejarnya not realize until he had been to the forest. Sesampainya in the forest, Wangi Melati lost. He does not know the way home and have started haripun dark.<br /><br />Finally, after running, he found a hut that is often used by hunters to rest. Finally Wangi Melati digubuk is live. Because there is no food Wangi Melati Putri forced to eat the fruits of the forest is. Shirt that good, now torn and compang camping lodge due to thorns and branches of trees. Who had a white skin and black mulus now graze and scratch-exposed because of thorns and the sun.<br /><br />After a month in the forest, he saw Prince Tanduk Deer came while a deer shoulder buruannya. "O Tanduk Deer, I Wangi Melati, please take me home," said Wangi Melati. "Who? Wangi Melati? Melati Putri wangi a beautiful and clean, are you like a beggar," said Prince Tanduk Deer. He does not recognize more Wangi Melati. Because Wangi Melati continue seeking, the Prince Tanduk Deer said, "Okay, I take you to my kingdom."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiszfIRCcxp3Zy_Z7UsQdoE7Uwtm2L2roWCigIkjnR8Yv-NSDvDG13lmzpXKLBN3Dvi0kLSu0xhTFpbXnEjssDJPhBODc_XD9DM58L3QH9XGRnhboaUmknTZwgL4Ub5bWpd2bLAFM7J48g/s1600-h/Jasmine+Princess+2.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 105px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiszfIRCcxp3Zy_Z7UsQdoE7Uwtm2L2roWCigIkjnR8Yv-NSDvDG13lmzpXKLBN3Dvi0kLSu0xhTFpbXnEjssDJPhBODc_XD9DM58L3QH9XGRnhboaUmknTZwgL4Ub5bWpd2bLAFM7J48g/s320/Jasmine+Princess+2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351910607186451538" border="0" /></a>Once arrived in the kingdom of Prince Tanduk Deer. Wangi Melati in order to wash, sweep and cook. He was also given a small room and a bit dark. "Why nasibku be like?", Suspire Wangi Melati. After a year had passed, Wangi Melati Putri determined to return home. He felt that he was saving the money collected from the results of work already in the house mencukupi.Sesampainya, Wangi Melati Putri happy to be greeted by his family who thought Wangi Melati Putri already died. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Since then Wangi Melati Putri become a daughter who diligently. He was getting a very valuable lesson for is in the forest and the Kingdom of Prince Tanduk Deer. Finally a year later Wangi Melati Putri dinikahkan with Prince Tanduk Deer. Once married, Wangi Melati Putri Tanduk Deer and Prince happy life until the day parents.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>The One Storyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10064300982831790394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512099453037347.post-84658619467036737182009-05-27T14:38:00.000+07:002009-06-27T14:41:17.976+07:00The Magic Crocodile<strong>Magic Crocodile</strong><br /><br /><p>In the days of old, a man named Hiduplah Towjatuwa Tami river in the border region, Irian Jaya.<br /><br /> That men are depressed, because his wife is pregnant in the elderly have difficulty giving birth baby. To assist in the birth of his son, he needs surgery using sharp stones from the river Tami.</p>While it is busy looking for sharp stones, and he heard strange sounds in the back. Would terkejutnya Towjatuwa when he saw a large crocodile in front of it. He is terrified and nearly fainted. Large crocodile was slowly moving toward Towjatuwa. Unlike other crocodiles, this animal has a feathering of the birds Kaswari in the back. So that when the crocodile is moving, the animal that looks very frightening.<br /><p><br /> However, when trying Towjatuwa fled, with the crocodile was friendly menyapanya and ask what is he doing. Towjatuwapun situation told his wife. Very day magic crocodile said: "No need worry, I will come to your house tonight. I will help your wife giving birth." Towjatuwa home to meet his wife. Very happy, he told a meeting with regard to crocodile miraculous.<br /><br /> That night, as promised, crocodile itupun wonderful house Towjatuwa. With the strength of ajaibnya, crocodile named Watuwe that help process the birth of a male baby safely. He was given the name Narrowra. Watuwe predict that the baby will soon grow into a powerful hunter.</p><p><br /> Watuwe ago that the descendants Towjatuwa and not kill and eat the flesh crocodile. When the restrictions are the descendants and Towjatuwa akan mati. Since that time, children and descendants Towjatuwa promised to protect animals that are around the river Tami from the hunter.</p>The One Storyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10064300982831790394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512099453037347.post-84360790845477008822009-05-04T11:53:00.001+07:002009-07-02T09:56:35.667+07:00Mesothelioma ads, Asbestos, Lawyer, and Cancer<p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;">Mesothelioma ads, Asbestos, Lawyer, and Cancer</p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Hello there...This is just for Information to you. Becareful of this disease.</span><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"> Mesothelioma is a form of cancer that is almost always caused by exposure to asbestos. In this disease, malignant cells develop in the mesothelium, a protective lining that covers most of the body's internal organs. Its most common site is the pleura (outer lining of the lungs and internal chest wall), but it may also occur in the peritoneum (the lining of the abdominal cavity), the heart, the pericardium (a sac that surrounds the heart) or tunica vaginalis. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"> The mesothelium consists of a single layer of flattened to cuboidal cells forming the epithelial lining of the serous cavities of the body including the peritoneal, pericardial and pleural cavities. Deposition of asbestos fibres in the parenchyma of the lung may result in the penetration of the visceral pleura from where the fibre can then be carried to the pleural surface, thus leading to the development of malignant mesothelial plaques. The processes leading to the development of peritoneal mesothelioma remain unresolved, although it has been proposed that asbestos fibres from the lung are transported to the abdomen and associated organs via the lymphatic system. Additionally, asbestos fibres may be deposited in the gut after ingestion of sputum contaminated with asbestos fibres. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"> Asbestos is the name of a group of minerals that occur naturally as masses of strong, flexible fibers that can be separated into thin threads and woven. Asbestos has been widely used in many industrial products, including cement, brake linings, roof shingles, flooring products, textiles, and insulation. If tiny asbestos particles float in the air, especially during the manufacturing process, they may be inhaled or swallowed, and can cause serious health problems. In addition to mesothelioma, exposure to asbestos increases the risk of lung cancer, asbestosis (a noncancerous, chronic lung ailment), and other cancers, such as those of the larynx and kidney. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"> Symptoms of mesothelioma may not appear until 20 to 50 years after exposure to asbestos. Shortness of breath, cough, and pain in the chest due to an accumulation of fluid in the pleural space are often symptoms of pleural mesothelioma. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"> Symptoms of peritoneal mesothelioma include weight loss and cachexia, abdominal swelling and pain due to ascites (a buildup of fluid in the abdominal cavity). Other symptoms of peritoneal mesothelioma may include bowel obstruction, blood clotting abnormalities, anemia, and fever. If the cancer has spread beyond the mesothelium to other parts of the body, symptoms may include pain, trouble swallowing, or swelling of the neck or face. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"> Proving the link between one's illness and their asbestos exposure is a difficult and time-consuming responsibility. This is why the guidance of an experienced Mesothelioma lawyer is critical in helping victims and their families seek and receive financial compensation for their profound suffering. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"> A good Mesothelioma attorney understands the unique complexities involved in this kind of litigation lawsuit, including asbestos product identification, specific asbestos-related medical issues, and specific time constraints that narrow the window of opportunity to file a claim. It's important to find the right Mesothelioma lawyer before your state's statutes of limitations expire, leaving you and your family grieving and empty-handed. There's no time to wait - contact our mesothelioma lawyers today for a free case review. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"> Mesothelioma is a rare type of cancer caused by exposure to asbestos or asbestos related materials. Like most other forms of cancer, it is separated into two groups, malignant and benign. Rarely is mesothelioma benign, so frequently any mention of the condition refers to its malignant state, known as a tumor. A malignant tumor will grow and expand, and can spread cancerous cells into other parts of the body. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>The One Storyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10064300982831790394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512099453037347.post-70709677066051752492009-04-30T14:41:00.000+07:002009-06-27T14:42:34.159+07:00The Legend of Pitung<p style="text-align: justify;"><br /> <strong>Si Pitung</strong></p><p style="text-align: justify;"> Si Pitung is a youth who soleh from Rawa Belong. He studied diligently mengaji on the Hajj Naipin. Done learning mengaji he also trained silat. After many years the science of religion capabilities and increasing self-care.<br /><br /> At that time the Netherlands is being colonize Indonesia. Si Pitung feel compassionate witnessing the suffering experienced by small people. Meanwhile, kumpeni (designation for the Netherlands), a group of employer and the Lord of life wander the land of luxury. Houses and their gardens are kept by the watchman who ferocious.<br /><br /> With the assistance of friends of the Rais and Jii, Si Pitung start planning a robbery of the employer's house and Mr rich soil. Results rampokannya share on the poor. In front of the house of the family who hunger laid sepikul rice. Families with dibelit debt loan diberikannya santunan. And children orphaned dikiriminya parcel clothes and other gifts.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"> Seeing the information that the police catch any kumpeni Si Pitung. Of course Pitung Si and friends against friends. Malangnya However, confidential information about the body's immune Si Pitung already open. He dilempari eggs and rotten-egg ditembak. He also died so seketika.Meskipun to Jakarta, Si Pitung still seen as defenders of the people small.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>The One Storyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10064300982831790394noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048512099453037347.post-22039872266585791752009-03-31T14:42:00.000+07:002009-06-27T14:44:08.777+07:00Origin Bali Narrow<div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Origin Bali Narrow<br /><br /></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;">At the first time in the kingdom of Daha Hiduplah a Brahmana benama Sidi Mantra is a very famous kesaktiannya. Widya Sanghyang Batara Guru menghadiahinya or property and a beautiful wife. Many years after marrying, they have a child that they Rename Manik Angkeran.<br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;"> Manik Angkeran Although a young man and the mighty clever, but he has a lack of good nature, that is like the casino. He often lost, so he had to mortgage property from his parents, even in debt to others. Because you can not pay the debt, Manik Angkeran help his father to do something. Sidi Mantra fast and pray to ask the help of gods. Suddenly he heard a voice, "O, Sidi Mantra, in the crater of Mount Agung is the treasure trove guarded a dragon that bernarna Naga Besukih. Go there and ask that he would like mernberi little wealth."<br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Sidi Mantra Gunung Agung to go with all the obstacles. Sesampainya at the crater of Mount Agung, he sat bersila. Chime bell while he read the mantra and the name of Naga Besukih. Not long kernudian out the Naga. After coming to hear meaning Sidi Mantra, Naga Besukih stretch and sisiknya out of gold and diamond. After thanked, Sidi Mantra please themselves. All property that was given to didapatnya Manik Angkeran in the hope that he will not gamble again. Of course not long after, the property out for a bet. Manik Angkeran once again ask for help his father. Of course Sidi Mantra refused to help anakya.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Manik Angkeran heard from friends that the property was acquired from Gunung Agung. Manik Angkeran know to get to there, he had to read the mantra, but he did not learn about prayer and mantra. So, he only brought the bell stolen from his father when his father's bed.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;">Once arrived in the crater of Mount Agung, Manik Angkeran blast gentanya. Extreme fear when he saw Naga Besukih. Naga after coming to hear meaning Manik Angkeran, he said, "I will give you're a treasure, but you must promise to change the kelakuanmu. Do not gamble again. Remember akan karma law."</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Manik Angkeran stunned to see the gold, diamond, and the jewel before. Suddenly there is the evil intention in his heart arose. Because you want to get more wealth, with a flash dipotongnya tails Besukih when Naga Naga beputar back to the nest. Manik Angkeran immediately fled and not by Naga terkejar. But because it kesaktian Naga, Manik Angkeran burnt into ashes when jejaknya dijilat the Naga.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Kernatian hear his son, Sidi Mantra heartbreak not be able to. Immediately he visited the Naga Besukih and ask that their child is turned on again. Naga menyanggupinya origin ekornya can return to normal. With kesaktiannya, Sidi Mantra can restore Naga tails. After Manik Angkeran is turned on, he apologize and promised to be good people. Sidi Mantra know that their children have repented, but he also understands that they can no longer live together.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">"You have to start new life but not here," he said. In a flash he disappeared. Where he stood in the relief of a water source, the greater the longer the sea to be so. With tongkatnya, Sidi Mantra trace of him with his son mernisahkan. Now the place is a strait that separates the island of Bali with Java island Bali.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>The One Storyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10064300982831790394noreply@blogger.com0