MBAK'S DAIRY

Sunday, March 16, 2008

The old man and an umbrella

Once there was an old man. He had an umbrella. The umbrella was old like the man. He had brought the umbrella years ago. One day he wants to go to town to have tea at the tea shop.” It looks like it’s going to rain I’d better take my umbrella with me.” said the old man.
When he finished his tea he went out of the tea shop forgetting his umbrella. After few miles he feels as if it were raining. Then he realized he didn’t have the umbrella with him.” Oh dear, I left my umbrella at the tea shop.” said the old man. At last he reached the tea shop.” where is my umbrella?” asked the old man to the shopkeeper.” Here is your umbrella.” said the shop keeper. It was not the old man’s umbrella. But it’s new one. “That is not my umbrella.” said the old man. Then he saw his old umbrella under the table. “Ah, at last I found you my old friend.” said the old man. The old man walked home happily with his umbrella.
Moral: Honesty is the best policy.

The clever crow

Hi friends. Do you like to hear a story about the The clever crow ??????????

“Once there was a crow. It was very thirsty. It flew here and there but could not find any water. At last it reached a garden. He saw a jug. The water was very low in the jug. Its beak could not reach the water. He saw some pieces of stones. He put some pieces of stones in the jug. The crow drank it and flew away.
Moral: Necessity is the mother of invention.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Korupsi

Aku sekarang tahu sedikit tentang korupsi. Abi yang memberitahu tentang korupsi.
Bagusnya orang yang jadi pejabat orang yang jujur.
Aku lihat orang miskin yang tinggal di dekat rel kereta api dekat kampus Umi, IIUI Women Campus Islamabad. Kasihan mereka. Kalau musim dingin kedinginan, karena tidak ada heater. Kalau musim panas kepanasan, karena tidak punya fan. Kalau hujan, kehujanan, karena rumah mereka beratap rumput. Kasihan sekali.

Mungkin di Indonesia juga begitu, para pejabat tidak memberi uang negara kepada rakyat. Tapi malah dipakai sendiri. Huh.......
Islamabad, 18,Juli 2007
Mbak Shofia
http://dairymbak.blogspot.com

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Sunday, December 2, 2007

Ladybird

I like Ladybird books. They are my favourite books. I have many of them. Like Key Words Reading Scheme, Read With Me.They help children to read and speak English.
My father and mother like to give me books.

The problem is that I could read all day if no one stops me.
My parent said that I must also write not only read, but I can't help my self.

What do you think?????

Shofia
http://dairymbak.blogspot.com

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Very Full

Today my mother makes chicken corn soup. Maybe one month she didn’t make corn soup.
Hamzah eat 5 bowls of chicken corn soup, and I just 3 bowls.
When my father want to change Hamzah’s dress, his stomach is very full indeed. It’s seems balloon. Oh Hamza…..
Islamabad, July 22, 2007
Mbak Shofia
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Mati Lampu

Kemarin malam, di I-10/2 mati lampu. Aku tidur sama abi dekat pintu. Malam itu aku idak bisa tidur. Abi bertanya," Ada apa?" "Gatal di kaki abi." jawabku. "Coba dicuci terus di kasih garam."kata abi.
Setelah saya gosok dengan garam kaki yang terasa gatal, terasa hilang. Insya Allah akan bisa tidur.
Baru saja aku mulai ngantuk sedikit, eeeh tetangga depan rumah ribut main di atas rumah mereka. Jadi tidak bisa tidur deh malam itu. Aduuuuuuuuuhhhhhh.Kesal khan???

Islamabad,15 Juli 2007
Mbak Shofia
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Thursday, November 8, 2007

SEASONS

There are four seasons in Pakistan. Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter.
Summer is very hot season. In Pakistan, many peoples die in Summer, because the weathes is very hot.
Islamabad is hot also but not as hot as another place in Pakistan.
Muree is not hot also.
Islamabad, July,20, 2007

Senandungku

There’ a place right here And it’s really rather small But this rather small place Knows the grandest thing of all It knows when understanding Can be hard to understand It knows that words aren’t need it When you take some bodies hand It knows that you are with me In every thing I do But a special corner of my heart The place that I call Pooh There’s a places in the heart That always knows a friend In good and glad and sad time The heart remembers them There are new friends yet to meet There’s a place for them to start But old friends always keep their Places in the heart Books are fun Books are great Let’s sit down With a book today Books are fun Books are great Is it book time yet Oh I just can’t wait To read a book Do you know why I love to read a book Why I get so happy Every time I take a look Cause book can take me anywhere That I want to go Books help my imagination grows *** Books are fun to read I love the pictures too I love the snaps a lot And be with some body like you All my favorite stories And many more to learn Good things come with every page I turn A friend can be worth her Weight and gold and more More precious each day Then the day before The time you choose to spend Together with that friend is all it takes A few treasures found down in the deep blue sea May sparkle and excite Both you and me But putting trinkets first Would have to be the worst of all mistakes *** Can treasure hold me close? Can treasure comb my hair? Would treasure laugh at all my jokes? Does treasure really care? Do trinkets sit and chat? Do trifles swear their true? Do golden baubles make me laugh? They shimmer and they glimmer But I think I’ll treasure you *** All my best and sweetest friend You know I’ll treasure you Music and Lyrics: Traditional © 1998 Shimbaree Music (ASCAP) Our friend Barney has a band, E-I-E-I-O! And in this band we have a guitar, E-I-E-I-O! With a twang-twang here, And a twang-twang there, Here a twang, there a twang, Everywhere a twang-twang Our friend Barney has a band, E-I-E-I-O! Our friend Barney has a band, E-I-E-I-O! And in this band we have a kazoo, E-I-E-I-O! With a doot-doot here, And a doot-doot there, Here a doot, there a doot, Everywhere a doot-doot. A twang-twang here, And a twang-twang there, Here a twang, there a twang, Everywhere a twang-twang. Our friend Barney has a band, E-I-E-I-O! Our friend Barney has a band, E-I-E-I-O! And in this band we have a shaker, E-I-E-I-O! With a shake-shake here, And a shake-shake there, Here a shake, there a shake, Everywhere a shake-shake. A doot-doot here And a doot-doot there, Here a doot, there a doot, Everywhere a doot-doot. A twang-twang here, And a twang-twang there, Here a twang, there a twang, Everywhere a twang-twang. Our friend Barney has a band, E-I-E-I-O! Our friend Barney has a band, E-I-E-I-O! And in this band we have a drum, E-I-E-I-O! With a boom-boom here, And a boom-boom there, Here a boom, there a boom, Everywhere a boom-boom. A shake-shake here, And a shake-shake there, Here a shake, there a shake, Everywhere a shake-shake. A doot-doot here, And a doot-doot there, Here a doot, there a doot, Everywhere a doot-doot. A twang-twang here, And a twang-twang there, Here a twang, there a twang, Everywhere a twang-twang. Our friend Barney has a band, E-I-E-I-O!! Look at me I will never pass for a perfect bride Or perfect daughter can it be I'm not meant to play this part Now I see If I were truly to be my self I would break my family's heart Who is that girl I see starring straight back at me Why is my reflection Some one I don't know Some how I can not hide Who I am though I've tried When my reflection show Who I am inside When my reflection show Who I am inside Life Is Sweat Life is sweat in sea berry shore It’s Paradise who could ask for more I’ve got sugar white sand And there’s only my monkeys my parrot and me. I can make my however I choose Play in the take in the views Like the moon on the water the stars up above The sea berry shore is the home I love With all that I found It’s Okay by me if there no one around *** Why would I need any people around? Float on down where soda stream flows See the place the sea berry grows There is no place like it and where could it be There’s only my monkeys my parrot and me Sea berry always company here Palm trees wave and alone some I talk to the air and tropical breezes comb through my hair *** Alone but no lonely who do wish for more The sea berry shore that’s the home I adore..