As for me, my life - that is my language. Like to many of you, English is not my mother tongue. It is a foreign language to me. When I was a little girl, I was always amazed by kids in a film having a chit-chat in a language that I didn’t understand at all what they were talking about, and yet, I sometimes acted as if I was one of them. Probably, that feeling had driven me having excitement in learning English even though at that time I had no idea whether the film was in English or in another foreign language.
It was my late father who introduced me by chance to English words. He loved reading. For that, in his spare time he went downtown to buy some used-books from street vendors. Someday, my father came home and brought some used books where I found an English book of fairy tales among others. I couldn’t read even its title, for sure, since I was at second grade of my primary school, but I found some interesting pictures in it and some keywords on the outer column of each page. So, I chose a picture and asked my father to read the story about it. I sat down side by side with him and he began to read a full sentence in a deep voice and then gave me its translation. Once in a while he got stuck in the meaning of a word, and so he opened English – Indonesian dictionary in order to figure it out. That was my first English reading session as well as my first experience to know how to use dictionary. Ever since, reading English become our regular agenda whenever my father was at home.
ˈmʌni. spik əˈbaʊt ˈaʊər ˈnæʃənəl ˈkɜrənsi.
ɪn ˈaʊər ˈkʌntri, ˌkɑzɑkˈstɑn ɪz kənˈsɪdərd ðə ˈnæʃənəl ˈkɜrənsi tenge. ɪt ɪz ˈɔlsoʊ kənˈsɪdərd ðə ˈjʌŋgəst ˈnæʃənəl ˈkɜrənsi ɪn ðə poʊst-ˈsoʊviət speɪs.
ðə tenge ˈkɜrənsi wʌz pʊt ˈɪntu ˈsɜrkjəˌleɪʃən ɑn noʊˈvɛmbər 15 (fɪfˈtinθ), 1993 (wʌn ˈθaʊzənd naɪn ˈhʌndrəd ˈnaɪnti-θri).
ˈmʌni kænt baɪ ˈhæpinəs, bʌt ˈmʌni hɛlps. ˈmʌni hæz bɪˈkʌm wʌn ʌv ðə meɪn θɪŋz ɪn ˈaʊər ˈmɑdərn laɪf. sʌm ˈpipəl lɪv ðɛr lɪvz tu seɪv ˈmʌni. ðeɪ wɜrk hɑrd, ˈtraɪɪŋ tu ˈsʌmˌhaʊ meɪk æz mʌʧ ˈmʌni æz ˈpɑsəbəl. ɪt ˈivɪn ˈhæpənz ðæt sʌm ʌv ðɛm goʊ ˈkreɪzi əˈbaʊt ðɪs ænd luz ðɛr ˈdɪgnəti. ðeɪ du nɑt əˈpriʃiˌeɪt sʌʧ ɪmˈpɔrtənt θɪŋz æz ˈfæməli, ˈfrɛndʃɪp, lʌv ænd ˈʌðər ˈfilɪŋz. ˈjuʒəwəli sʌʧ ˈpipəl bɪˈkʌm ˈgridi, ðeɪ spɛnd ðɛr lɪvz əˈloʊn. aɪ bɪˈliv ðæt ˈmʌni ˈgreɪtli əˈfɛkts ˈaʊər lɪvz. ˈnaʊəˌdeɪz, ə ˈpɜrsən ˈkænɑt bi ˈhæpi ɪf hi dʌz nɑt hæv ˈmʌni fɔr fud, kloʊðz, ænd ə haʊs.
bʌt aɪ ˈɔlsoʊ bɪˈliv ðæt ˈmʌni ʃʊd hæv ə ˈlɪmət. ə ˈpɜrsən ˈʃʊdənt hæv tu mʌʧ ˈmʌni. bɪˈkɔz ɪt soʊ ˈhæpənz ðæt lɑrʤ sʌmz ʌv ˈmʌni ˈrɪli brɪŋ ˈdɪfərənt ˈprɑbləmz, bɪˈkɔz ˈpipəl ɑr ˈvɛri ˈʤɛləs ʌv ˈsʌmˌwʌn ˈɛlsɪz ˈhæpinəs. ˈjuʒəwəli, moʊst kraɪmz ɑr kəˈmɪtəd prɪˈsaɪsli bɪˈkɔz ʌv ˈmʌni. laɪk bæŋk ˈrɑbəri.
hjuˈmænɪti, ˈdɪgnəti, ɪnˈtɛləʤəns, ˈkaɪndnəs ænd ˈʌðər ˈpɑzətɪv ˈkwɑlətiz ʌv ə ˈpɜrsən ˈkænɑt bi bɑt fɔr ˈmʌni. wi kæn ˈnɛvər baɪ pjʊr lʌv, tru ˈfrɛndʃɪp, ə ˈlʌvɪŋ ænd ˈkɛrɪŋ ˈfæməli.
naʊ, ˈbeɪsɪkli, ˈaʊər ˈpɛrənts peɪ fɔr ʌs ænd prəˈvaɪd ʌs, peɪ fɔr ˈaʊər tjuˈɪʃən æt ðə ˌjunəˈvɜrsəti. sʌm ʌv ʌs ɪn ðə grup ðɛmˈsɛlvz ɔlˈrɛdi ɜrn ɪn ˈɔrdər tu peɪ fɔr ðɛr tjuˈɪʃən æt ðə ˌjunəˈvɜrsəti. ðʌs, ðeɪ hɛlp ˈaʊər ˈpɛrənts.
aɪ wɑnt tu tɛl ju ðæt wɪð frɛndz wi ˈɔfən tɔk əˈbaʊt ˈmʌni, θɪŋz, ˈʃɑpɪŋ. ænd aɪ ˈɔlˌweɪz ɜrʤ maɪ frɛndz tu bi mɔr ˈkɛrfəl wɪð ðə ˈmʌni ðeɪ hæv. aɪ du ðɪs bɪˈkɔz wi aʊərˈsɛlvz du nɑt jɛt ɜrn ðɪs ˈmʌni ænd, ˈspɛndɪŋ ɪt ɪn veɪn, ɪkˈsprɛs ˈaʊər ingratitude təˈwɔrdz ðə wɜrk ʌv ˈaʊər ˈpɛrənts. bʌt ɑn ði ˈʌðər hænd, ˈspɛndɪŋ ˈwaɪzli, ˈðɛrˈbaɪ ɪnˈvɛstɪŋ ɪn ˈaʊər oʊn ˈfjuʧər.
Объяснение:
это если на америнском,могу и на британском если не устроит
It was my late father who introduced me by chance to English words. He loved reading. For that, in his spare time he went downtown to buy some used-books from street vendors. Someday, my father came home and brought some used books where I found an English book of fairy tales among others. I couldn’t read even its title, for sure, since I was at second grade of my primary school, but I found some interesting pictures in it and some keywords on the outer column of each page. So, I chose a picture and asked my father to read the story about it. I sat down side by side with him and he began to read a full sentence in a deep voice and then gave me its translation. Once in a while he got stuck in the meaning of a word, and so he opened English – Indonesian dictionary in order to figure it out. That was my first English reading session as well as my first experience to know how to use dictionary. Ever since, reading English become our regular agenda whenever my father was at home.