Moral Values From The Stories

Potatoes, Eggs, and Coffee Beans

Moral : In life, things happen around us, things happen to us, but the only thing that truly matters is what happens within us.

 Once upon a time a daughter complained to her father that her life was miserable and that she didn’t know how she was going to make it. She was tired of fighting and struggling all the time. It seemed just as one problem was solved, another one soon followed.

Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Once the three pots began to boil, he placed potatoes in one pot, eggs in the second pot, and ground coffee beans in the third pot.

He then let them sit and boil, without saying a word to his daughter. The daughter, moaned and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing.

After twenty minutes he turned off the burners. He took the potatoes out of the pot and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl.

He then ladled the coffee out and placed it in a cup. Turning to her he asked. “Daughter, what do you see?”

“Potatoes, eggs, and coffee,” she hastily replied.

“Look closer,” he said, “and touch the potatoes.” She did and noted that they were soft. He then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. Its rich aroma brought a smile to her face.

“Father, what does this mean?” she asked.

He then explained that the potatoes, the eggs and coffee beans had each faced the same adversity– the boiling water.

However, each one reacted differently.

The potato went in strong, hard, and unrelenting, but in boiling water, it became soft and weak.

The egg was fragile, with the thin outer shell protecting its liquid interior until it was put in the boiling water. Then the inside of the egg became hard.

However, the ground coffee beans were unique. After they were exposed to the boiling water, they changed the water and created something new.

“Which are you,” he asked his daughter. “When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a potato, an egg, or a coffee bean? “

 The Two Goats

Moral :It is better to yield than to come to misfortune through stubbornness.

Two Goats, frisking gaily on the rocky steeps of a mountain valley, chanced to meet, one on each side of a deep chasm through which poured a mighty mountain torrent. The trunk of a fallen tree formed the only means of crossing the chasm, and on this not even two squirrels could have passed each other in safety. The narrow path would have made the bravest tremble. Not so our Goats. Their pride would not permit either to stand aside for the other.

One set her foot on the log. The other did likewise. In the middle they met horn to horn. Neither would give way, and so they both fell, to be swept away by the roaring torrent below.

 The Donkey and The Little Dog

Moral : Everyone has its own role, so just do whats in your own frame. Don't try to be the other person so that you could get more attention, cause each of you are special.

A man had a little dog, and he was very fond of it. He would pat its head, and take it on his knee, and talk to it. Then he would give it little bits of food from his own plate.
A donkey looked in at the window and saw the man and the dog.

"Why does he not make a pet of me?" said the donkey.

"It is not fair. I work hard, and the dog only wags its tail, and barks, and jumps on its master's knee. It is not fair."

Then the donkey said to himself, "If I do what the dog does, he may make a pet of me."

So the donkey ran into the room. It brayed as loudly as it could. It wagged its tail so hard that it knocked over a jar on the table. Then it tried to jump on to its master's knee.
The master thought the donkey was mad, and he shouted, "Help! Help!" Men came running in with sticks, and they beat the donkey till it ran out of the house, and they drove it back to the field.

"I only did what the dog does," said the donkey," and yet they make a pet of the dog, and they beat me with sticks. It is not fair."

The Crying Stone 

Moral : Be proud of your mother, love her with all your heart. You are born here because of your mother.

 Long time ago, lived a girl with her mother at a mountain near a town in Kalimantan. The girl's named was Darmi. Darmi is very beautiful. Everyday, She wears makeup and her best clothes. She always wanted to rich and beautiful. She never helped her mother. She is very lazy and spoiled girl.

 One day, Her mother Darmi to accompany her to the market. "Oke.. but, I don't want to walk beside you, you have to walk behind me. With a sad heart, her mother agreed. So, Darmi walked in front of her mother. Her mother followed behind her.

 The girl and her mother looked very different. The girl looked very beautiful in her pretty dress, while her mother looked very old in her simple dress.

 On the way to the market, People greeted the beautiful girl and asked who the old woman behind her was. Then, The girl replied to them, that she was her servant.

Her mother was very sad. But, She couldn't anything. She offended for the insult. Then, She said to Darmi: "Darmi.. How could you keep telling those people that I'm not your mother?".

 And Darmi said : "Mom... I have to do that, because I don't want the to laugh at me, If they find out that you are my mother. We look so different".

 "Enough Darmi! You've hurt me! So deep that I can't stand on it any longer. Whoever and whatever I'm? You must honor me as your own mother." Said her mother.

 Her mother couldn't bear the pain anymore. She prayed to god to punish her daughter's. "My dear lord, I can't stand on my daughter's behavior. She's been to far in hurting me. Please, give her a punishment to make feel sorry for what she has done to me".

 And god answered her prayed. Slowly, Darmi's legs turned into stone and process continued to upper part of the girl's body. The girl began to be panic. She felt sorry and cried for help her mother's help. "Mom.. Please, Forgive me". Said the girl. But, it was too late.

 Finally. her whole body turned into stone. Until now, people can still see the tears falling down the stone. That's why stone is called "Crying Stone".

Junior High Graduation Announcement

For all 9th grade students from Inesya Junior High School,

There will be a graduation event that will be held on:

Date : 1st June 2016
Time : 8am - finish
Place : Ramayana Hotel Ballroom

For boys, you're obligated to wear tuxedo and don't forget to make up your hair. For girls, you can wear a fancy dress or our traditional clothes called kebaya. Be sure to be the most graceful student with the most humble smile you could make.

Ask your beloved parents to come with, sure we will be happy for that. See you my boys and girls on graduation!
 
https://youtu.be/JASExQmvb_g

Greatest Grandpa

Until this age of 15, I’ve had a lot of moments in my life. Most were memorable, and even horrible. When someone asks me about an unforgettable moment, I would be pleased to tell my enjoyable moment. But I couldn’t deny if I evidently tell the bad one.

I couldn’t trash out my past about my grandpa’s mortality. I was a long time ago, when I was in 2^nd of primary. I had only one grandpa from my mom, since my father’s dad died when dad was in junior high. I’m not that close to grandpa, but once I saw him I couldn’t bear my willingness to give him my warmest hug.

Actually I didn’t know much about him, but my mom did. Lately, she told me about grandpa and I admired him. Grandpa was such a nice person. He was very a patient person. My mom told me about a story. When she was being a little kid with full of laugh and happiness, she approached her father who was writing on his typewriter. You know that typewriter couldn’t do any erasing of words. So when we type, that’s what the outcome will be. 

My mom jumped up onto the table and started seeking the typewriter. She pulled out the paper that went out, and ripped it hardly. Gosh, she ruined my grandpa’s work.

Normally people will get angry in this kind of situation. They will shout at the kid, and leave their works. But that’s not my grandpa did. He smiled, with no words. He carried my mom warmly without any anger on his face. When he’s done, he got back retyping his works.

What a patient person he was. How could I be like him?

Second, he was generous. He could give a person a thousand rupiahs without any hesitation. If his relation was in trouble especially for finance, he would give whatever he could. He liked to give and share, not ask or take. He had given an advice: Do not take what foreigners have given us. 

I was so proud having a greatest grandpa. Unfortunately, he had diabetes in his age of 40. His weight reached until 105 kg. He was taken to the hospital. I didn’t know the exact time about his severe period. All I know is that he was doing dialysis once or twice a week. A lot of money had been spent for those processes.

I remembered when he came to my house celebrating my birthday. He couldn’t walk normally. He got a help from his old stick. He entered my small house, and took a seat on the sofa. I was changing my clothes into my princess gown.

After I finished my clothes changing, I went out from my room. All my families were there. They sang a happy birthday song for me, and they gave me a birthday cake. My grandpa gave me a car pencil case. Honestly, I didn’t like that present too much, but I appreciated him. I loved him. I thanked him a lot.

When he was in the hospital, suddenly he was collapsed. He had a coma. We were so worried about his condition. Evidently, Allah loved him more. He took grandpa on Mei 2009 on his age of 59. We had a full of tears, but we must let it go. Trust that this was the best for him and for us.

I'd Rather Choose Japan

Where do I want to visit? May be the correct question is, where do I want to stay? Just kidding. Actually I do want to stay for several months in some certain countries while learning their cultures and language. If I have to choose one, I'd rather choose Japan. Why Japan?

I had been living in Japan for 4 years since I was two. So at least I have a glance of depiction about the country. I lived in a small city named Toyohashi. This city has been told by Mrs.Wiwin in the class before, so I had my own excitement writing on this blog.

I had my kindergarten period in Japan. It's a fun journey even though I'm the only Indonesian and moslem in my school. Sometimes I had a hard time during school because of friends, but it wasn't really a big deal.

Why had I lived in Japan? I followed my parents because they were having a doctoral student in Toyohashi University of Technology. We had an Indonesian student association there named PPI (Persatuan Pelajar Indonesia). I had best friends there! Most of their ages were above me. Now they live in different cities in Indonesia.

If I had a chance to visit that country again, I'd love to go to Toyohashi once more. Why? Because I want to recall the memories. No. Not recall.

It's better to make new memories rather than remind the old ones. 

Lol I've got an quote.

Actually I do want to feel the air of Japan. The cool, cold, mild, and sweet air that refresh your mind. I also want to experience the four seasons. The cool air in spring, warmth in summer, refreshing time in fall, and crystal clear snowballs in winter.

Oh, and food! You should know that I'm kind of food lover. But unfortunately I could be gaining weight easily, so I must limit my willing of eating. Go back to topic.

About food in Japan, I recommend you some.

First, takoyaki. For the one who doesn't know anything about takoyaki, you're outdated. Indonesian takoyaki and original takoyaki which means Japanese takoyaki are much different. Number one is the tako (octopus) itself. Japanese style's size is much bigger. Here, our takoyaki is kinda stingy. We got only a little piece of octopus's leg. How dare:( Number two is the flour. You can understand the differences when you taste both and start comparing those. Number three is the amount of sauce and other addition. The last, is the size of the takoyaki itself.


Second is its friend, okonomiyaki. Excuse me but in Indonesia, okonomiyaki is almost similar with vegetable fried, or just say 'bala-bala'. For Japanese, once again you can understand the differences when you taste both and start comparing those.







Third is kakigori. I'm freaking missing that dessert! It's an obligation dessert for summer. It's so easy to make, and we have many in our country as we said 'es serut'. I would like to show you the images. Hope you postponed your diet program haha.

Well actually there are so many things to tell but I'm sorry that I'm running out of words. Lastly, thank you for your time reading my imperfect story. See you soon on the next post!



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ME IN MEGANTARA

It's been a long time since my latest post about WTTF. Have you read that before? Well, if you haven't, I recommend you to read it. It's not a perfect shot but once you read it, I'll feel appreciated.

This time, I'd like to recount you about Megantara. What's Megantara? Well I bet you've known that already but let me tell you a pinch about this event.

Megantara is an art and culture festival which held by SMAN 3 Bandung. Megantara showed up Indonesian cultures which have spread in 5 main islands in the country. Each island had exhibitions, culinary events, traditional games, and many more. There were also parades along streets wearing traditional costumes, and a fashion show.

Many of us participated in the committee, so did I. I joined Megantara's decoration team in sub division of stage. I enjoyed my time working with groups of decoration, even though I had been in difficulties to manage my study time. We usually spent our working time from school ends-bell. Honestly I wasn't a hard work employee here, since my course schedule is full everyday (except Thursday). But still I've always maximized my work when I had time.

I fully appreciated my seniors who had given full-dedication in this work, especially Teh Avira as our leader. Thank you for your wise and humble leading, I felt welcome in this group.

Unfortunately I woke up late on the day. Automatically I went so late. Gosh, 8.30 am at the event. And remember, I was a committee. I felt mess up. What would my leader act? I bet her anger would floods me.

Bravely I went in to the gate. "I'm a committee," I said to the guard. Since she let me in, I passed in the gate. But still I couldn't take off my nervousness. I walked straight to the bangsal, and among all committees it's just me wearing non-committee shirt. I asked Teh Maya my shirt, and she gave me just like that. Oh God it's out of expectation. You should've known how relieved I was. The one who asked my lateness were my friends. Well I was shy, but not that much.

Once I changed clothes, I went out the gate. I didn't know what to do inside, besides all my tasks have been completed. Note : big thanks to Gratia and Rifasya who had accompanied me at those nervous times:)

Fortunately I met my friends who had finished their parade. We planned to go to BIP mall, and so we did. We went to 3 senior high to change clothes, and finally we went straight to BIP. Back then, I had an appointment with my junior high's friend called Dhea. We met up in Eatboss at 11.30 am. We had eaten lunch together and chitchat just to release our longings. 1 pm, we went to Lapang Bali. I leaded her to the gate, and started to cruise all around. I met my another old friends and I was so happy! I could remember my past memories with them when I was seeing their faces. How grateful I was.

Me and my junior high's friends

The most memorial event in Megantara was the night. We had 2 guest stars, they were The Changcuters and RAN. I liked them both especially for The Changcuters's energetic performances.

Unfortunately I had to go home at 9 pm so I couldn't watch RAN's full performances. But that's not a big deal 'cause I had a lot of fun with my friends.

My last gratitude for the committees and all the participants, you're awesome!

WTTF

WTTF was a technology festival that was held on August 20th 2016. This event was compulsory for students from 32018 and 32019. We must use English all day, even though it didn't suitable with the grammar rules.

About 7 o'clock, we gathered based on the class and being introduced to our mentor. We were read some rules by the committee. Each class would be given some puzzle pieces if they had won a game / had captured an alien. What's alien? And how to get them? So each class would be given 2 balloons fulfilled with water. If we had found a committee who dressed with blue or green raincoat, that's how the alien should be. The balloon should be hit to her/his body. If we made it, we could get a piece of puzzle.

We went to the first post, 'guessing word'. We chose Amanda as our representation. Class X MIPA 8 versus XII MIPA 8 for the entire games. Unfortunately, we couldn't get the puzzle at the first post.

The next post, we went far to the park. We had a competition to make a robot from the cardboard. Hurray, we won this time! And we had captured an alien.

Not a far, we went to the 'twister post'. Do you know a game named Twister? Our class representatives were Daffa and Wildan. As I watched the game, I bought cilok to fulfill my hungry tummy.

Okay, we went back to SMA 3. We entered class XII. At the class, we watched an English film about robot. It's quite interesting with a good moral value.

Time to eat. This time we visited an 'eating post'. There were 2 bowls of spicy noodles. What's the idea instead of eating competition? Our class representatives were Sylva and Rivan. They were so greedy lol. No wonder their faces became reddish right after eating.

Back again to class XI for the 'game post '! Our class representatives were the boys who had skills in playing PS. The game was fighting game. Our class won! Previously, we had captured an alien on our way.

Now we're going to Taman Musik. The game was 'Second Rank'. Golden brains, stepped forward! Unfortunately we couldn't won the game.

Moved to Bangsal, we played PS once again. As Shan Shan (as our representative) played, we were laying on the ground because of our low stamina. Dear committees, please accept our apologizes for our impolite behavior.

Switched to the field, we were playing games named Flappy Birds. Many of us participated in this game.

Next was Running Man game! This was the most I liked. Took the scarf from the other's hand. For sure, I counted me in. And our class won!

Almost forgot. Previously, we were given an extra balloon. And right after Flappy Birds game, we could catch an alien.

Hurray! Finally our generation could beat 32018 in puzzle arranging. We were very happy. This event was awesome. Thank you all

Me Myself

Dear fellas! 

This is my first post and I’m so nervous actually, but ‘the show must go on’. So prepare your eyes, your brain and of course your heart. ‘Cause you’re gonna read a choosey story. And my apology for the vocabularies ‘cause I’m not an expert:)

Where should we begin? Oh yes, my name. Why name? Cause name is an identity to differentiate from others. And mine is Aulia Adila. It was adapted from Arabic which means a fair leader. Well, as my parents wish, I was given by God to be the oldest daughter. Hope I can be a good leader yeay

My beloved parents, they are Asep Sofyan and Ayu Purwarianti. They’re my heroes and my besties too. I have a great time consulting my life problems with them. Their advices are so helpful. Oh yes, my mother is a great guesser. She can identify people’s character by their words in social media. I adore her talent, and her character too. And my father, as the head of our family, he’s very busy but he always provide me a quality time to chit chat.

As I said before, I’m the oldest. Yes, I have a sister. I don’t know whether it’s a lucky condition or not. But just be grateful for a fact that I have a little walking doll at home.

So far I haven’t told about me except my name.

I’m 15, and soon will be 17. And the question is, what’s so special about 17? I don’t know either. I was born in Bandung, 3^rd June. And now I’m a high school student! I’m so excited being one of 3 National School’s family. You have to know how proud I am for becoming one of the luckiest girl in town. How could It happen? 2 things. 

Work hard, pray hard. 

Waw I guess I just spoke out my ‘words’. And for the result, let it to God. He knows the best for us

Now, what else? Hobby? As a human being, I like to sleep. Sleeping is the most relaxed activity I can do on earth, and may be so do you. Another hobby? I like art and music as well. Even though I’m not a master but still those are enjoyable.

My house? Near the Taman Makam Pahlawan. I used to go to school by car at 15 to 6 in the morning. Gonna rush for this 3 years omg. But that’s okay. I have to start my good habit. 

Later on, I want to be a doctor. But actually it’s still confusing.

Gosh unfortunately I’m out of topic. Sorry Ms. Wiwin:( I’ll do better for my task, hopefully.