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PERBARUI KOLEKSI LAGU - LAGU TERBARUMU

Hai blogger, zur'ah risa hadir. (siapa yang nanya? ga ada? oh yaudah (galau) )

Emm, sebenenya saya dipaksa si sama si alfin suruh ngupdate blog kita (saya dan alfin). Setelah pertimbangan panjang, akhirnya saya putuskan untuk menyanggupinya (astagfirullah, lebay woy!)
Yup , postingan saya kali ini akan saya isi dengan update'an lagu - lagu terbaru. Kamu yang lagi suntuk, yuk diupdate. Mudah - mudahan bisa menghibur ya


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Masih Kenangan Putih Abu-Abu







Kenangan indah, kenangan manis di SMA 1 Blora. 3 tahun bernaung, menimba ilmu di SMA tercinta. Kini menjadi kenangan, menjadi jembatan kita untuk membuka lembar baru di jenjang perkuliahan. One Step Closer into better way, better life, better choice...

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Kenangan Terindah Putih Abu2

Tak terasa waktu bener-bener cepet banget. Di laman awal masih tertera persis tanggal 7 Mei 2010 blog ini kami buat. Masih tertera pula tulisan "Kompetisi Lomba Blog SMA 1 Blora". 
Kangen, sedih, bahagia rasanya mengingat masa2 perjuangan ikut lomba ini. Semua tenaga kita kerahkan untuk mengikuti ajang lomba bergengsi ini. Walaupun akhirnya kita hanya bisa menyabet juara harapan 1. 
Dan gak kerasa pula ini sudah tanggal 8 Juni 2012, sudah 2 tahun lebih blog ini terjun ke dunia blogger. Sudah 2 tahun pula kita mengelola blog ini, walau benar2 sangat tidak ter-update.
Saat menulis ini, fikiranku sedang melayang saat pertama kita berniat ikut ajang lomba ini. Yang awalnya aku bener2 pesimis banget ikut lomba ini. Tapi, partnerku, teman sepermainan, teman terbaik, Zur'ah memberi support, motivasi dan dukungan untuk terus berjuang dalam ajang lomba ini.
Semua ini adalah kenangan, kenangan manis di SMA 1 Blora. Kenangan manis bersama Zur'ah Risa. Harapanku, semoga blog ini tetap ada menemani berjalannya usiaku yang hampir 18 tahun ini. Semoga banyak follower,banyak pengunjung, banyak comment, dan banyak share. Amin...Terima kasih untuk SMA 1 Blora, untuk partnerku Zur'ah, untuk teman2 semua, untuk keluarga tercinta, dan untuk para blogger di seluruh belahan dunia.
Kini, akan tetap kuteruskan merawat blog ini. Satu2nya blog yang sangat berkesan di masa putih abu2. 
Salam 
Alfin :')   

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Together Espada


All of us,,
Espada's society..
Let's enjoy it...

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Puisiku

Jadilah Dirimu

Saat kau tak mampu menatap ke depan
Menatap masa depanmu
Tetaplah diam
Sementara pikiranmu berlari jauh menuju gerbang kebahagiaan
Jika kau tak mampu menjadi pohon besar
Yang kuat, kokoh dan gagah
Jadilah saja akar
Yang berani menopang pepohonan rindang
Jika kau tak mampu menjadi tanaman hias
Yang cantik, anggun dan menawan
Jadilah saja pohon kelapa
Yang menyimpan segudang manfaat
Jika kau tak mampu menjadi buku tebal
Yang besar dan mahal
Jadilah saja secarik kertas
Yang menorehkan tinta penuh ilmu
Jika kau tak mampu menjadi orang hebat
Yang berbaris di depan
Jadilah saja dirimu
Dirimu, yang benar-benar dirimu

By : Alfin

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Spoof Text

That Phone is Off
Soon after he left college, Dave found one of his uncles who was very rich and had no children of his own died and left him a lot of money, so he decided to set up his own real estate agency.
Dave found a nice office. He bought some new furniture and moved in. he had only been there for e few hours when he heard someone coming toward the door of his office.
“It must be my first customer” Dave thought. He quickly picked up the telephone and pretended to be very busy answering an important call from someone in New York who wanted to buy a big and expensive house in the country.
The man knocked at the door while this was going on. He came in and waited politely for Dave to finish his conversation on the phone. Then the man said to Dave; “I am from the telephone company and I was sent here to connect your telephone”
Notes on the Spoof’s Generic Structure
Orientation: Dave was a lucky man. He suddenly became a very rich man because of the death of his rich uncle who had no children. He inherited his uncle’s money.
Event 1: Being rich, he wanted to set up his estate company
Event 2: He had his new office. In his office, he pretended to be a very successful businessman. He acted as had an important client. He showed by making conversation on the phone.
Twist: The man whom he showed is a telephone technician. He came to Dave’s office to connect that phone.

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The Legend of Crying Stone

The Legend of Crying Stone
Once upon a time, there was a family of a widow, and her two daughters lived in a hinterland of West Kalimantan Province, Indonesia. The widow was just an old woman, while her two daughters were charming girl, whose name was Darmi and Surti. They lived poor since the widow`s husband passed away. He had gone leaving no inheritance to the family. So, to close their needs, they were forced willy-nilly to work much harder.
However, Darmi was not a hard-worker, totally different from her mother and young sister. She was a lazy girl who spent almost of her times dressing up and adoring her reflection on the mirror. She never wanted to help her mother working at the field. If her mother asked her for help, Darmi refused.
Mother : “Girl, will you help at the field, now?”
Darmi : “No, I won`t! I don`t want to go there. I`m afraid my skin turns dark,”
Mother : “You let me to work there alone, don`t you?”
Darmi : “Mom, everyone knows that you are an old woman while I am a pretty young girl. So, people will get attracted to me and not you. That is why I prefer staying at home to working outside in the field because I am waiting for a rich boy propose me to get married with me”
Surti : “Stop! Darmi, you are very cruel. Don’t say like that to mother. Let’s go to field mom, I will help you.” (Surti entered and walked to mother and Darmi).
Mother : “Surti, I’m fine. Okay, don’t disturb your sister.”
Surti : “Mom, don’t spoil Darmi too much. She must study to work hard.”
Mother : “I don’t know what I must do. Let’s go to field darling.”
Darmi just waited her mother at home. She had a planning to ask the money as soon as possible after her mother went home from the field. She was sure that her mother very loved her.
Surti : “We are coming.”
Darmi : “Mom, where is the money?” (she run quickly approach her mother)
Mother : “No! I won`t give this to you. We need this to buy some foods.”
Darmi : “But, I run out of new dress. I don`t have it anymore, Mom! I need money to buy a new one.”
Surti : “Darmi, if you use the money to buy new dress, we will not eat.”
Darmi : “Okay, if you don’t give the money to me, I will not eat everything.”
Mother : “No, Dear. You must eat. Okay, I will give money for you, Dear.”
One day, Darmi asked to Mother and Surti to accompany her to buy new dress in the town. Then, they went to the town together. Darmi wore a beautiful dress while her mother and sister wore a bad clothes. It was very contrast. Darmi was shy because her mother wanted to follow her went to the town, so she kept the distance between her mother and sister.
Darmi : “Mom, bring it for me. It is very heavy.” (She gives her bag to her mother)
Surti : “You can bring it by yourself.”
Darmi : “Moooooom. . . .”
Mother : “Okay, Dear. Don’t cry”
As long the journey, everyone looked at them. They thought that Darmi was a rich and beautiful girl went to the town with her servant and servant’s daughter. Mother and Surti walked long behind Darmi, while Darmi was walking arrogantly.
Seller : “Hi, beautiful girl. Look at this dress! It is very suitable for you.”
Darmi : “Oh, it is a beutiful dress. I want to get it. How price is it?”
Seller : “It is about $150. But, don’t worry. I will give discount for a beautiful like you. By the way, who are they?”
Darmi : “Eeeeeee, they are my servant. Don’t care them. Okay, this is the money. Thank you.”
Mother and Surti : “Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?”
Darmi : “Let’s go home now.” She walked with innocent face.
They went home, and every Darmi was asked by someone, Darmi answered that they are her servants. When passed the jungle.
Darmi : “Mom, bring my new dress.”
Mother : “I’m tired dear.”
Darmi : “I don’t care. I’m tired too.”
Surti : “Darmi, you had said that we were your servants. Is it not enough?”
Darmi : “Aaaaaaaaah. Bring it or . . . . (She will slap her mother)
The habit of Darmi could not be for given again. The mother couldn’t accept the Darmi’s attitude and it made mother angry.
Surti : “Darmi, you are the cruel girl. Why did you do it to mother? ”
Mother : “ Ya Allah, I don’t know what I must do again...I hope You will give her punishment”
Darmi : “ Mom I can’t move, what happen with me???Mom I’m sorr....”
Finally, Darmi became the crying stone forever. From the story we can take lessons. We must respect our parent, especially our mother. Don’t be rebellious child. We must make our parent happy and proud with us.

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