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Swimming, my hobby – from a very young age of time

Swimming is my hobby… until now!

I have known swimming, ever since a very young age…

When I was five years old, I went to Ballet lessons. It was wonderful, but I also wanted to learn sports, like swimming! Dancing also wasn’t my type.

When I turned six, I quit ballet, and joined swimming lessons. I was happy, but at the start, it didn’t go as planned. I was told to swim all the way to the end, even though that I didn’t know how to swim.

But the next lesson was better. Our swimming coach taught us the famous style: freestyle. She said that we have to belly-flop, and hands to scoop.

I was glad for that, because afterwards, I had finished my first stage. Around my second stage, it was Christmas! So we had a bit of fun. 

It surprised me when I was stage five. I earned my stage five certificate two weeks earlier than supposed to.

On stage seven, I had to do swimming lessons in the evening. It was tiring, but at least I got to stage eight.

I finished swimming until stage eight. I wasn’t able to do stage nine, because my family and I were going back to Indonesia, from England.

My last ever swimming coach was called Tom. He taught me in stage seven and eight. My other coaches were called Mathew, Bob and Taylor. 

They were four altogether.

I was sad, because I didn’t think that swimming would turn out brilliant.

Swimming isn’t as good here. It’s so easy to get sunburnt. But there’s this Waterpark, only fifteen minutes from where I live now.

I sometimes go there to have fun and to practise swimming.

Now, I sometimes go on a school trip to practise as well! And on holidays (with my Dad).

I am very happy, that I’m able to practise in Indonesia. Swimming is definitely one of my favourite hobbies.

I love swimming, because, when I swim, it makes me feel fresh, relaxed, as if when you have a few bed thoughts, they turn into happy thoughts. 

My favourite style, is breath-stroke. Perhaps because you take a breath for every second.

I can do many styles in swimming, such as: Breath-stroke (my fav), freestyle (my first ever style), back-stroke (my fastest), butterfly (still needs practise), and dolphin (my funniest).  

Swimming is an awesome hobby, and sport too. It’s fun and relaxing.

I’m sad that I couldn’t get until stage nine, but I’m happy that I know all sorts of styles. 

Everyone can do swimming, even you.

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Sprinting 

Thursday, 18 May 2023

This morning, I woke pretty early to go out with parents, around Del (where I live).

We stopped at a rondure near a fish pond. Dad jogged around it, whilst Mom and I walked.Mom made some funny hand moves, left and right, which made me laugh. She said that I should make some too. I did.

Then we saw Dad jogging up to us. Mom and I stared at him like: wow, this kid never stops! Of course, we were wrong, for after we walked four rounds, my dad had slowed down.

Mom suggested that we should go to a place called, “the containers”. The containers are inside Del, but was a moor before the containers came in. Students used to study inside them, but now, not anymore. It’s alone now, but students still like to sprint there, for there’s a big yard, and another rondure there too.

We walked there. 

We passed classes and also passed offices. They were a few students who woke up early too, to study on benches outside their classes.

We also passed the Open Theatre. That was the place where me and my friends did some vocal singing and dancing on Easter Sunday (if you remember, I wrote about the practise a few weeks ago). It was also the place where I got my Gold medal for third place in a competition (also have wrote about that a few weeks ago).

We then turned a sharp corner. We also passed the Ninth Building (Industry Faculty), which was the place that I did the competition (read Third Place in my DiAgatha.com to know all about it). What loving memories of April!

We finally reached the containers. It was a green place, with ledges right next to the rondure, but my Dad started sprinting off around.

I told Mom that I wanted to sprint too. So I ran to Dad and we sprinted for three rounds. I was pretty surprised that I was able to do three rounds, because the rondure was bigger than the one near the fish pond. I walked with Mom as Dad took pictures of us. Finally we rested under a tree, which somehow peed on us! We took some photos, then we went back home.

We went through a path that passed dormitories of both boys and girls. There were flowers, as in Daisies, Tulips, Buttercups, and lots more. We took a photo with a flower that was pretty big.

I don’t know what it was, but I think that it was a tulip. It was a wonderful way to spend our morning. I hope we could be able to do it again (more holidays, PLZ!)

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Caldera -NOMADIC ESCAPE

Sunday, April, 29th 2023.

Today, I went to ‘Caldera Nomadic Escape’. It was pretty a surprise, because after me and my parents went to the church, we decided (which happened so quickly) to go to Caldera.

We had been there before two years ago, but without oppung (dad’s namboru). 

Caldera Nomadic Escape is famous because, Indonesia’s president, Mr Joko Widodo, and his wife, Mrs Iriana Widodo, visited and sat on two seats with a fantastic view of Lake Toba.

Mr Oppung Luhut Pandjaitan also visited and took a nice picture with the Caldera sign.

After changing clothes, we headed there. It was a nice ride, and we were lucky we got VIP parking, for fifty-thousand rupiahs.

As I went out, goodness, it was amazing. So much to explore! There was a restaurant with a nice view; sliced ice cream from Singapore; electric bikes; the seats of Mr and Mrs Widodo (people like to take pictures there, for they knew Mr and Mrs Widodo’s butt-cheek marks are still there until now); a festival that had a VIP visitor, wanting to sing called Jun Munthe; a little shop called DiTenun, made by Del and sold lots of clothes, also can be from our own design.

First, we ate sliced ice cream which came all the way from Singapore. It’s sliced ice cream which is put in bread. I chose mint, my parents chose oreo and my sister and oppung chose vanilla. It drizzled afterwards, so we sheltered at the tent which sold hats, bags and even dream-catchers. I saw the bags, which were pretty cute. They also went with hats, but decided to buy a little handbag. Pretty cute (cuz it’s the shape of Minnie Mouse’s ears and bow).

Next, we went to DiTenun. It sold clothes, ulos and many weavings. My parents even decided to change clothes just to wear new ones there! Even my oppung decided to buy a new bottle for her son. I chose a little, cute purse for cards and money.

Then we had lunch at a restaurant next to the VIP parking. I had Fettucini Carbonara, and, however, I met, the one and only, Jun Munthe!!! He’s famous for making ‘Haholongan’, my parents’ favourite song. We took a few photos and finally, we went to see the festival.

It was lovely, but Jun Munthe showed up a bit late. We had to go halfway. We were upset, because we couldn’t see him sing Haholongan, but it was amazing! 

If anyone is finding a place for a holiday, may I recommend, Caldera, nomadic escape! 

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New From Here by Kelly Yang.

There was once a boy, called Knox Wei-Evans. He has ADHD, which makes him to blurt things out and hyper-focus.

Knox and his family lived in Hong Kong. He had a big brother (who was kind of rude to him) called Bowen, and a little sister called Lea.

At that time, coronavirus had hit China, which was right next door to Hong Kong. They had been in lockdown and schools had closed.

Knox’s dad, who was American, said that they should move to America to be safer. Knox’s mom, who was Chinese, knew that this was dangerous too, due to Asian-hate, but continues to take the risk.

But as Dad said that he wouldn’t be coming with them, Knox, Bowen and Lea were very sad and angry. Their tenses became higher as Mom told them that they were going the very next day.

Fourteen cases had already spread in Hong Kong, and a homemade bomb just went off in the hospital, which would mean, even if they haven’t caught the coronavirus, they wouldn’t be able to go to hospital!

The next day, as Lea, Bowen and Knox get into their plane, they wave back at dad. They would miss him very much, even though that he promised that he’ll FaceTime every day and night.

As they arrived at their new house, Mom told them that she had lost her job, for moving to California. This means that they didn’t have a health insurance!

***

The next day, they went shopping for new school supplies. Mom said that they needed a new cart, so Knox went and got one. Unexpectedly, however, he rode one and smashed into a tower of soda cans.

Mom had to charge one-hundred dollars! Knox hung his head down sadly.

But as the next day, was their first day at school. Knox had really great time there, unlike Lea who hadn’t made a friend, and Bowen, who was forced to play coronavirus tag and be ‘it’.

Perhaps because he looked more like Mom than Knox and Lea.

But after three months, America had more than thirty COVID-19 cases, with ninety people dead. It was announced that it was lockdown.

Knox and Bowen really missed Dad, and Lea needed him for her bad miss-daddy blues.

So they applied a job for him and passed on their second interview, pretending to be him.

It went so good, that they celebrated by biking around the pavement!

But on one unexpected day, Bowen found his little brother lying on the top bunk of their bed. Bowen tried to wake him up, but Knox replied with sore throat.

Bowen held his hand and shouted for Mom.

She quickly checked his temperature, which was unusually high.

She asked them what they had been doing. Bowen told her with bad anxiety. Knox was taken to the hospital and had to be taken a swab test. The nurse took him to an isolation room, where he couldn’t be with Mom.

Knox told Dad about his application, on FaceTime. Dad wiped his own wet eyes.

Knox really wanted Dad to come over. But it wasn’t possible, unless…

Knox was discharged three days later, the test coming out negative.

Bowen, Lea and Knox were very happy. Dad surprised them by visiting. It was a miracle! Knox and Lea were in Dad’s arms as Bowen put his around.

Sadly, Dad was leaving the next day.

Bowen, Lea and Knox showed him the folders. Dad shook his head and was off next morning.

But he came back, however, saying that, ‘being the man doesn’t mean you have to be harsh, but means you’re there for the ones you love’.

He gets the job that his children applied, and until now, they live together in their little house in California.

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Third Place (Gold Medal)

On a Saturday morning…

I woke up earlier than I thought. Everything seemed usual…until I remembered that today was Saturday. I kept wondering, what happens on Saturday…especially the one on this week?

I didn’t even get up, until a few moments later, I heard my mom say, “Wow, you’re having a competition and already woke up early!”

Third Position (Gold Medal) POSI Olympics

I reacted quickly. I got up, tidied myself up, took a shower, and changed my clothes.

I went out of my room with white and red clothes (the uniforms that Indonesian students wear).

I quickly had breakfast, which were eggs, and ate quickly. I looked out of the window and saw, many students. Primary, middle school, and even high school students were outside.

I was pretty lucky that the competition was in the place that I live in. Unlike other students, I don’t need to go by car, or wake up at four o’clock to catch the bus.

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I was outside the Ninth Building (Industry Faculty), the place I would be doing the competition. There were three subjects for us Prime Years: Science, math and English. Obviously. I picked English.

All of my friends picked English as well. I saw two of my friends in the same room as me.

I waited nervously for the test papers to be handed out. Our supervisor came late. I was glad after I saw the questions.

After all was done, I went home to rest and have lunch. Then, me and mom went to the Theatre to hear the announcement.

We waited for two hours. After the science announcement, I waited for the English announcement, which was supposed to be next. But, actually, the teacher’s test announcement, social studies and a few games were taken first.

I was grumpy and kept complaining.

Finally, it was time. It was taken from the thirty best. I went to the stairs and waited for my name. Twenty seven students went up on stage. The ten lowest score made it out with bronze, whilst the next students had silver. The first, second, and third places were taken off with gold!

One by one, my friends left me off the stairs. I was all alone waiting for my name.

It was third place. I thought to myself “I couldn’t have made it that far…”

I was pretty unsure. But the announcer read the name of my school!

“SD Catholic San Francesco Balige!”

I looked around. It was only me from my school who didn’t get a medal yet. I looked at mom as they said: “Agatha Ester Feodora Simanjuntak!!!”

I was shocked as I went up on stage. Mom was full of enthusiasm with her hands up in the sky.

I got lots of money, a medal, and a certificate.

It was wonderful that I got third place. I was pretty sad because I didn’t get first. But, it’s okay. Because it was my first time. It went very well, actually…

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Good Friday

On Good Friday, 2023, it went… fabulous!!!

I woke up pretty early, because we had to go to church. Well not really like a church, but an auditorium which is used usually for events. Jesus Christ died on the cross that day, and we went there to remember it.

I was pretty sad at the first part of the church, because one of the famous people in Indonesia (Mr Luhut Pandjaitan, who had come and visited) didn’t join the rest of us in the auditorium.

The church lasted until half-past ten. I stayed there to practise vocal singing and dances for Easter Sunday. I waited there with a few of my friends, and then we waited for LOTS more children. As soon as all of the children (more than twenty actually) got to the auditorium, both preachers (who were teaching us) got to their feet and started organizing positions. Afterwards, we got into our positions and started dancing.

They sometimes changed the positions (even the moves of the dance) which made a few of us pretty puzzled, confused and stressed. Apart from that, all was fine, and I was quite happy too.

Finally, everything was done, and all moves, positions were chosen and moves were glued to time.

I went home to have a quick lunch, and then go back to the auditorium to remember Jesus died on the cross, at that very time. We sang songs and heard a sermon of Jesus going up to Golgotha (Calvary) hill. My eyes were squinting in the direction of Mr Luhut Pandjaitan who was sitting at the other side on the first row. After all was done, I shook hands with a few people (some important) and said “have a blessed Good Friday”.

Eventually, I got to take a picture with THE ONE AND ONLY Mr Luhut Pandjaitan. First, we took one with my parents, then with me and him alone. He asked how much I scored on my math test. I replied, around ninety. He said that I should get more than my dad. This made me flush so hard. He suggested to take another photo, before I went.

Eventually, I got to take a picture with THE ONE AND ONLY Mr Luhut Pandjaitan. First, we took one with my parents, then with me and him alone. He asked how much I scored on my math test. I replied, around ninety. He said that I should get more than my dad. This made me flush so hard. He suggested to take another photo, before I went.

As I looked at the photos, it remembered me of the time I met him two years ago (yes, I have met him before…). At that time he asked me what my favourite subject was… and HE CALLED ME CUTE! Well, that was because I didn’t have many pimples at that time, but now…

I really enjoyed Good Friday, and I mostly enjoyed Easter Sunday today! See you Mr Pandjaitan (fans like me call him “Ompung Luhut”). Nice meeting you for four days!

Sunday, 09 April 2023

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-Paddington-

A movie summary of “Paddington”, Directed by Paul King

Paddington Bear lived with his Aunt Lucy and Uncle Pastuzo. They had been planning to go to London for forty years. Explorer Montgomery Claude had an expedition many years ago. When he left, he said that they would be welcome to come to London anytime.

On Marmalade day (a day when the oranges go ripe, to turn them into marmalade), the bears put them into many jars, for they were planning to bring them to London the next day. 

They stacked up the jars and used a few to eat them with bread. While laying on their branches, Paddington heard some rumbling.

Suddenly, an earthquake happened in the night, and Uncle Pastuzo didn’t make it out alive.

Paddington had to go to London by himself. However, as soon as he got there, he did not find anyone who knew about the explorer. Luckily, he met the Browns. Mr Brown didn’t find Paddington very friendly, so he made decisions to take him to the authorities. 

But, however, an old man named Mr Gruber checked Paddington’s hat to see if there was anything that the explorer had left.

Mr Gruber cleaned the hat and saw that there was some writing on it. He blew it and wiped it more, until it showed a name, called Montgomery Clyde. 

Paddington and Mrs Brown ran home to tell the rest.

But Mr Brown didn’t seem like a pleasant man in the point for animals. He said that it was just best for him to go to the authorities; but his wife said to go to the explorer’s guild first, so that Paddington would be able to find the explorer to look after him.

Their children also said the same thing. They didn’t want to let the bear go all alone in the authorities with strangers, else he can’t call them all the same.

So Mr Brown admit that he would go in the explorer’s guild with Paddington.

They tried to find a scroll about it…and finally they did. 

Montgomery Clyde had been on an exhibition to Darkest Peru, where Paddington and his aunt and uncle had lived.

Although one day, a woman broke into the Brown’s house when they weren’t there, only Paddington was.

Paddington went into the freezer while the woman searched for him. Suddenly, the woman accidently opened the oven which was unexpectedly on. It set off the alarm.

As it did, she ran away…

The Browns were angry with Paddington when they got home. They didn’t even believe in Paddington’s story about the woman who broke in.

The bear felt heartbroken. He packed his things and went out to find the explorer.

He went to many houses, until he found a house with an owner called Ms Clyde.

She was actually the daughter of the explorer, but she was also very cruel and heart as dark as a devil’s.

In fact, she was the woman who broke in the Brown’s house! She wanted to cut Paddington and stuff him in the museum display!

But Mrs Brown, who had missed Paddington dearly, asked for any definition she could to find the poor bear, until she bumped into Mr Curry, who told her about the woman, and that she had kidnapped Paddington!

The Browns (and Mrs Bird, their cleaner) rushed off to the museum in time to see Paddington, lying on a bench with no one looking after him. Mr Brown had to climb up the wall to get Paddington to wake up.

Paddington thought, as he heard Mr Brown’s voice, ‘God, is that you?’

Mr Brown shook his head and shouted and knocked the window.

‘You sound a lot like Mr Brown’

Paddington turned and saw Mr Brown. He said they were heading to the chimney and to meet them there.

Paddington rushed out before the woman came and went up the fireplace to see the Browns.

But before he did, he slipped! He kept falling before the Brown children caught him. They pulled him up and hugged him.

The Browns promised that they will never let Paddington out of their sight again. From now on, they lived happily ever after.

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Gangsta Granny by David Williams

There was a boy called Ben Herbert who just lost his granny a year ago. Last year, they had stolen the crown jewels. They met a few people, as in a stalker called Mr Parker, a police officer named PC Fudge, and including the Queen herself.

One day Ben watched as his parents were dancing. His mum twisted his dad by the ankles, but accidently let go. So his dad had a knee injury. 

His parents were supposed to perform a dance in the Royal Albert Hall. But now that Mrs Herbert hasn’t a partner, she’ll have to find another one. She suggested of Ben, but he wouldn’t like it if he was caught dancing with his weirdo mom.

Meanwhile there had been three crimes at the time. The mask of pharoah Tutankhamun, stolen from the British Museum; the World Cup, stolen from Wembley Stadium; and the Queens Waxwork, stolen from Madame Tussauds.

Ben went to the library to do some research on those places. While searching, the librarian snatched the books he was holding and went to phone Mr Parker, saying some suspicious things about Ben.

Ben did not want to have a chat with Mr Parker. He ran away quickly…But he was caught by the police. Unfortunately the librarian, who was Mr Parker’s sister, had called the police, but with saying that Ben had borrowed library books without getting them stamped.

To get out of his mum’s anger, he gave up and said to his mum that he will go to the Royal Albert Hall as her dance partner.

So, just as soon, he and his mum went to the Hall. He in an iceberg costume. She dressed as the RMS Titanic. They were going to be dancing with the song My Heart Will Go On.

The Queen was there, and the greatest dancer: Flavio Flavioli. Although everything went wrong. Mum span so hard she flew in the air and landed on Flavio’s feet.

Ben fell of the stage and ran quickly to the Queen. But in fact, it was no Queen, just the stolen waxwork of the queen!

Ben felt like it, so he went to the Tower of London. To his surprise, he saw the Queen trying to steal her own jewels.

The Queen explained to Ben that she also stole the mask of King Tut, the World Cup, and even her own waxwork.

She and Ben quickly returned the stolen treasures, with the help of a newsagent, Raj, right before the next day.

Early morning the next day, Ben creeped up to his house. He knew his parents wouldn’t even care. But to his surprise, his parent rushed him into a hug. Ben could now feel their love for him, it was just like how his granny loved him.

~The End~

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A Tale of Magic by Chris Colfer

In this world, out of earth, magic is strictly forbidden. Although in the Southern Kingdom, beautiful fairy called Madame Weatherberry insisted on taking the magical children in the kingdom under her wing and teach them how to control their magic in her school near the in-between. The purpose was that so she and her students could fight off the Snow Queen, who had been doing a lot of damage in the Northern Kingdom. If they were too late, the whole world would be covered in a snowy ice-land. She asked King Champion, who firstly disagreed and wanted to keep on what he did with those young fairies. In the Southern Kingdom, if you caught someone doing magic, they would be sent to hard labour. But with hard pleading, King Champion agreed and off Madame Wheatherberry went to find fairies in need. Here is where our protagonist (main character) comes in. Whilst being a maid in a library, Brystal Evergreen found a secret room with banned books inside. Curious she opened a book about magic and an incantation: Elsune elknoon ahkelle-enama, delmune dalmoon ahktelle-awknamon.

Therefore, she found out she was a fairy. Puzzled, she tried the incantation several times. Though on the third time, she was caught by the librarian. She was eventually sent to work in hard labour at the Bootstrap Correctional Facility for Troubled Young Women.

After a week there, Brystal was tired and looked dull. She was about to be thrown in the river, just as Madame Wheatherberry came. She asked Brystal to join her school, Madame        Weatherberry’s Magical Academy, as she was a fairy. There she met a few more students. Just like her, they were fairies. They were Tangerina Turkin, Skylene Lavenders, Xanthous Hayfield, Emerelda Stone and Lucy Goose. Out of all, Brystal seemed to be the most powerful. A few weeks later, Madame Wheatherberry had been disappearing here and there, eventually going away with no warning. Brystal and her fellow classmates were worried that she had went to the Northern Kingdom to fight off the Snow Queen. After crossing the forest of the eerie in-between, which was filled with all sorts of dangerous creatures, like trolls, goblins, elves, ogres, etc, and a garden with wonderful wildlife plants, they succeeded to the Northern Kingdom. Brystal quickly went to the ice palace to investigate. There she saw King Nobleton of The Northern Kingdom sitting on the dining table, frozen as ice along with his whole family.

Suddenly the Snow Queen stormed in angry as ever. Then Brystal recognized the beam in the Snow Queens glazed eyes. She kicked her and she fell lazily against the wall. She, out of all people, was Madame Weatherberry. She explained to Brystal that all her burdens in her made the Snow Queen and that the Snow Queen lives inside her. Brystal shook her head in disbelief. She quickly advised her teacher to go and hide in the caves and send the Northern lights to them to make sure that she was alright. If the lights go off, the Snow Queen had come back, fully. So Brystal and her classmates will go and attack once again. 

From then on, Brystal became the new headmistress of the academy and more magical children were sent to learn how to control their magic there. Brystal and her friends also made demands so that magic were finally bidden in the world and so that all hard labour places for fairies were shut down. They were called “The Fairy Council” until now.

~The End~

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