The tragedy of ‘Kicir-kicir’ (Vina Nuzulul Fitria_0706156)

    It was an embarassing experience. I can’t stop laughing when i remember this story.

    I was eleven when this story happened. That time, i was in the 2nd grade of senior high school, and that time was a long holiday. My school  planned for going to Dunia Fantasi  (Dufan). I was very happy, and so were my friends. We were waiting for the trip enthusiastically. We prepared everything to go, foods, clothes, camera, and every single thing that we would bring.

    The day’s coming and the trip began. We sang together along the trip. we slept when we got tired. finally, we arrived at Dufan. we tried the games there one by one. we stood in line and waited for the turn happily even it was boring and hot. we got on to roller coaster, niagara-water, rajawali, kora-kora, and many others. at the end, we decided to try Kicir-kicir, a new game in Dufan. Actually my friends worried because they saw kicir-kicir looked scary and dangerous. but i forced my friends to join me, i urged them bravely and i guaranteed that we would be fine! and my friends agreed.

     and we got on to kicir-kicir. along the game, we screamed and screamed. but in the middle of the game, kicir-kicir was rolling higher and higher. we began to be afraid and worried. my friends were sreaming louder, others were praying and i myself felt something strange.  my head was starting confused  and my eyes were dark. at the end, i couldn’t  see anything. i passed out. i didn’t feel anything until i realized that the game had been stopped and someone woke me up.  i woke up, and i saw everybody surrounded me. they looked worried about me. and i woke up at all. i immediately felt ashamed to my friends and my teachers because at the beginning, i spiritfully forced them to get on to kicir-kicir but at the end i was weak and passed out….hehe….

Home Alone (Siti Salamah 0704599)

When i was nine years old, it was first time i learned cooking. One day, my mom wasn’t at home. I felt so hungry, but there’s no food in the dinning table. So, i fried some soybean curds, and sausage. But, when i tried to take it away from the pan, my hand hit splash of oil. And then my skin got peel off. I was scream and cry. After several minutes, my mom came home and she was shocked when she saw my hand, and immediately she treated my injury. That experience made me tried to be more carefully to do something.

My Childhood’s Experience (meirina Dikramdhanie 0704132)

I had embarrassed experience when I was in elementary school about 8 – 9 years old.

Of all my girl’s classmates, I was the biggest.

Nevertheless, I was lover everything sport.

In athletic education, I was included active student.

At beginning, I was confident with my oversize body.

I enjoyed every sport which I done happily.

At the time, types of body were widespread in my girls’ classmate.

They commented a size of female body in class considered me.

Since I had special body among girl’s classmates, they called me “bongsor.”

Well, there was a last exam before class rise. Every student ought to follow the entire test.

There was in the morning. My classmates and I assembled in a schoolyard.

The first test was run two rotation around the schoolyard.

One by one, my sport teacher called our name.

While I waited my turn, I did heating in the border of schoolyard.

I stretched my muscles in order to do not stiff.

When my friend was running, resemble the finish line.

The girls shouted inspirit.

I even was being fad… However, the boys only sat while giggle.

“Damn… spirit affection please!! I grumbled inside my heart.

At last my turn. Soon I got ready in my position.

A whistle was blown; I ran with of equal strength energy.

When I nearly reached the finish line, I heard the girls screamed my name.

Finally, I reached finish line. The girls congratulated to me but the boys chuckle while gazed at me. I was quite curios…

Each times the girls until finish line always were laughed at.

I approached them and asked what judge. At beginning, they did not talk anything but I compelled them. One of them whispered in my ears, “Only talk… talks… part of female body.”

Next thing I knew that they talked about breasts. Another boys said me “you look amusing with your body when you are running; your breasts are sway… seems like basket balls were bouncing.”

My goodness!!! I could not believe my ears what had just they talked.

My face was red. I hit him hardly. Then, I ran far away…

I could hear their shout, “Huh… obese woman… obese woman.”

I felt so humiliated.

Never Make a Secret about Your Bad Attitude !(Puteri Lenggogeni 0706353)

I was in the second grade of Elemantary School. I enjoyed to go to school. I had many friends,I always got a compliement from my teacher because I never did bad things and my score also were good at that time.In addition, I got the first rank as well.A compliment and achievement that I got had made me being a good figure for my friends.Often they called me with smart and good girl.
I was so happy about it but I was also worried I would lose that call if my friends had known how I was in my house.At home I was seldom to get a compliment.
Even,My mother always angry with me because I often cried If I had problem.Worstly,I always hurted my body when I cried.I would lie on the floor,pulled my hair,Or pinched my body.
Of course, I did not want my friend know about this embarassing attitude.So,I tried to make it secret,I never told them and never let them know.So far so good,I could protect my secret and no one of my friends know about it.It made me never try to lose that attitude because I thought keeping that secret till whenever.
But I was wrong.The proverb said “we cannot save the bad smell”.And that was right.It happened to me. One day my secret was been known.And it made me realized to leave my bad attitude.It began a week before it.That day my teacher gave students a homework to make a miniature of dining room.That home work had to be collected in the next meeting.It meant that we had a week to do it.But there was a problem.A week later,I had forgot about that task. I remembered it at night when I looked my schedule.I was so shocked and I was so confused.It was so impossible to do it in that time because I did not had materials that I needed and it was too night to prepare it.So, I tried to be calm and let my brain think.After had though hardly, I decided would not go to school at next day. It was stupid thing but I did not have any choices.
Next morning,After had waken up, I asked my mother “Mom..may you call the teacher and let me not come to school now?”.”What happened..?”My mother replied.Then I told her What I had done and hoped she would do what I wanted.But, after listening my reason, my mother was angry and she asked me to go to school and be honest to my teacher.Of course I did not want. It was the first time I did not do my task.I was so afraid my teacher would be very angry and my friend would laugh at me. Then I tried to attract her.I began to cry ,but no respect.I cried more loudly but still no respect.It made me angry then began hurt my self,I stood up and then bumped my pants to the floor,I pulled my hair.I did it till a was tired And slept.
Next day,I go to school like usually.I had forgotten about yesterday and thought my problem had solved.When I arrived at school directly I go to my class and took a seat.that was right till I hear one of my boy friend spoke loudly”Look…that is tearfull child”.after hearing it all my friend laughed.I was confused.Then, he continued said” wow..she still have hair”while lying at floor and pretend to cry and signed what I had done the day before.I so wondered and realized that all my friend had known about my secret.I could not say anything.I was so shy.My body began cold and my tear began to fall.That time I realized I should leaved my bad attitude,not made it being a secret.

The Ninja’s Pee (Dita Andanawari-0706184)

“Haha…haha….”. Everyone laughed while they were praying, but I didn’t. Yuph, I didn’t laugh but not because there were nothing funny for me, it because the people were laughed at me. It happen about 10 years ago when I was 8 years old.

A perfect day for me, my parent looked very happy, but that day I was the most happy people. I got a good mark in final exam and my nice came from Jakarta for holiday. Then, my nice and I decided to spent our holiday in my grandma’s house. My grandma suggested us to join a religion activity called, “Pesantren Kilat”. So, my nice and I went to the nearest mosque and joined with other kids. We had no friend because we were new at that place, so we done everything by ourselves.

One night , we went to the mosque for pray. Unfortunately, I ran out for “mukena”, women’s dress for pray. So, I wore a man’s saroong and covered it to my body, I looked like ninja at that time. It was hard to took off the saroong so, I didn’t take it off from magrib untill isya time, even when I wanted to go to the toilet I didn’t do it. But I know now, it was a wrong strategy. When isya time came I couldn’t stand to go to toilet anymore, I said to my nice about that and she wishpered to me “hold on, if take off the saroong I won’t help you to wear it” and I just could say “OK”. After that, I pray with an uncumfortable feeling, I was thinking over that I would pee on my own pants. And the dream came true. “Thank’s God, finnaly I can let it go”. I prayed until I finished pee on that place, after that I ran as fast as I could because at that time people started to laugh.

When I reached may gradnma’s house, I told her what happened and she was angry to me. My grandma said to me that I had to went to the mosque and asked for apologize but I didn’t do it because I really felt shy. But, suddenly my nice came to the house with my teacher, and he said “Dita is OK, don’t be shy just show me the place where you were pee so I can clean it”. I didn’t answered and I just smile to him.

LOCKED INSIDE!! (NINA ROSDIANA 043444)

It was a school holiday week. I wanted to spend my holiday by doing every single thing I loved. One of my favorite things was playing swaying. The only place where there was a swaying was my first sister’s house. Then, I decided to visit my sister’s house just to play swaying. I asked my second sister to accompany me because I was still too young at that time to go by myself, I was five-year-old.

Day was so fine at that time. Sun shone brightly and breeze of wind cooled and relaxed everyone’s feeling included me. I could not wait to play swaying. I asked my second sister to hurry because I wanted to play swaying immediately. I pulled her arms and said “hurry…hurry…I want to play swaying right now!! Hurry sister”. “Wait a minute, sweetie” my sister replied. Finally, my second sister and I went to my first sister’s house.

When we arrived there, I ran to my first sister and pulled her arms “I want to play swaying right now sister…” I said. “OK I’ll accompany you” she replied. “No…No…I can do it by myself! Just leave me alone. I’m a big girl now” I said. “Yeah …you are already big. My sweetie” she laughed “. The swaying was in the backyard near the kitchen. Then, I played swaying happily. Both of my sisters have a chat out side, in the porch.

After a while played swaying, I felt so thirsty then I went to the kitchen to have some drink. I closed the kitchen’s door too hard and made it locked. I was locked inside!! I ran to the guest room so I could see my sisters. Then, I yelled “sisters…I can’t open the kitchen’s door. I closed it too hard and I can’t open it.” I yelled louder “Help me open the door. I want to play swaying again”. “OK…” my sister replied. She went to the back yard and tried to open the kitchen’s door from outside. “I can’t open it. It locked inside and the key is inside” she said. “I’ll ask Nina to come out from the front door” my second sister said. “Oh no!!! The front door was locked. I haven’t opened it yet…it means…NINA WAS LOCKED INSIDE!!

Day turned to dark. I thought it was going to rain. Actually, I was afraid of the dark because silhouettes and black shadows are everywhere, they scared me. It was dark and I was locked inside, oh it was perfect!! Perfectly made me scared.

Then, the craziest imagination appeared in my second sister’s mind. She knew that I’m afraid of dark. She was trying to scare me.
“Nina…what is that?” she yelled from outside
“What? Where?” I said
“Behind you. White with black on the upper part” she continued
“What??!!” I yelled louder. I looked backward and said “Nothing’s here!”
“Oh no!!” she continued “it was a ghost!!” she laughed.
“AKHHHHH…. NOOO!!! IMPOSIBLE!” I screamed loudly “Help me sister …I want to go out RIGHT NOW!!”
“Hahaha…” she laughed again
“Stop doing that stupid thing!” my first sister warned my second sister.
“haha” my second sister still laughing “ Hey sister…look at her face…hahaha…so funny”
“Stop doing that! Call your brother in-law to help Nina” she warned my second sister and asked her to go. “Calm down sweetie…there is no ghost here. We’ll take you out. Calm down” she calmed me down. However, I could not stop screaming and crying. I was so afraid at that time.

Few minutes later, my brother in-law came and tried to take me out. There was no other way to take me out except batter the door down. He battered the door down and he could open the door in the end.

When I was out, I ran into my first sister’s arms and crying. “Don’t worry sweetie, everything is over” she laughed. Then, I looked at my second sister and hit her over and over again. “I hate you…I hate you” I scream. “Sorry…I’m just kidding” she laughed.

After that, both of my sisters took me home. Immediately I ran to my mother and told her everything. However, my second sister could not stop laughing. She said “sI can’t forget her face when I said that there was a ghost behind her”.

Now, I’m not afraid of dark anymore.

My Fore Finger was Sewed/Nova kusumamandasari/0706349

One day at morning, many people were in my house. They were my mom, daddy, sister, brother, my aunts, my uncles, and my cousins. We were celebrating ‘Idul Fitri’. My house was very noisy because their conversation. I didn’t understand what they talked about because I was 6 years old.

Never the less, my cousins, my little brother, my little sister and I played together. We Ran, jumped, and made new noise. “Let’s run over there” said my cousin, “Ya..ya..1,..2,..3,..!” We started to run together. Suddenly I stopped my self. I looked something else beside the bottom machine. There is a device that was used with the machine at the same time. That was long square, black and looked likes mouth of crocodile. I pushed it after that I screamed out “ Aaaa.. mummy.. mummy…!!!!” yeah, I forget draw my finger. Of course, my finger was sewed, automatically I draw and stopped what I done. Then I looked a lot of blood come of my fore finger. I cried loudly because it “Us very-very hurt” hwaa..hwaa…mummy!!” called my mom but my uncle came to help me and said “What are you doing? That is very danger, honey!!” “My Finger… My finger..!!” I said it again and again. He asked to me “Oh, how for you are! Is it hurt!!”, “Of course, uncle! It’s really very hurt!!” My mom said in another room “what’s happen?” My uncle screamed to her that her position was far from us. “Your child was injured!”

At her my mom came quickly, that brought healthy box “what did happen, honey?”, “how, how, it’s hurt, mom!” “Yes, I know, calm honey! Mom is here!” So my mother cleaned my blood used cotton, then own ‘betadine’ to my finger and covered it by plaster.

I began to calm. My mother given a milk of glass to me. I felt sleepy finally, I was a sleep in my mom’s hug.

This story is one of my embracing experiences. Until now, I still have traumatic about sewing machine. But I don’t afraid to use it.

My Childhood’s Experience (Een Erlinah_0704603)

Snake in The Bathroom

What would you do if you found a snake in your bathroom? Everyone said that it was a nasty experience.

One day, when I was seven years old I had nasty experience with a snake. It happened in the bathroom when I took a bath while singing happily. After I had taken a bath, suddenly my body was stiff because at the moment I saw a snake’s head on the wall. And then the snake slithered toward me. When I tried to leave the bathroom suddenly I twisted and turned on the slippery bottom of the bath, spitting and hissing at me, uh…it was extreme. Far an instant, I stood there quite paralyzed. Then I called my father, who luckily came running and killed the snake with the handle of a broom and then the snake dead.

We found out later that it was a black mamba, a poisonous kind of snake. It had obviously been fast sleep, curled up at the bottom of the nice warm water-pipe. It must have had an awful shock when the cold water came trickling down. But nothing to the shock I got! Ever since then I have always put the plug in firmly before running the bath water.

My Childhood

Nila Tifani 032946

The story occured when i was in JUnior High school specificly when i was in the first grade. that day, i had the examination week and i woke uo late. the time showed 06.20 and the gate used to close at 06.30. i used to take fiveteen minutes by bus to my school. i dressed quickly without took a bath before. and i went to school in hurried. in the bus, i met my neighboor, Mrs.  Budi. she greeted me and we talked much about anything. when the bus finally arrived at school, instead of shouting stopped, i shouted Assalamualaikum. since i was nervous, my left brain and right brain weren’t synchronous, so the result i produced wrong word. all the passengers startled to hear my voice when i said Assalamualaikum. they stared at me and lauged at me. i didn’t know their voice thundered in my ears as if i was in front of million people who looked at me awkwardly and thought that i was allien from venus. i used to stood up and gave the fare to the driver and left hurriedly. at first glance, i saw my face in the rearvew mirror and i got my chik was red. i was so ashamed that time.

My Embarrass Story (DESI NURAENI ABUDIN-033581)

My Embarrass Story

It was an embarrass story for me and it happened when I was eight years old. One day my friend and I enjoyed playing cards in the porch. Suddenly, my little sister hit my head by camera toy. I cried very loudly and my father who was talking with his friend came to the porch. He felt disturbed with my voice so he was angry at me and brought me to a room. I kicked and hit the door while I was crying. I could not endure my pee so I took a pee in there because I thought the door was locked out. Ten minutes later, my father came to this room and he looked at me then asked me to sweep the floor. Finally, I stopped crying and did what he asked to me.