Berhubung saya bingung, akhirnya saya memilih untuk menulis tentang PJJ pra OSN, yang merupakan salah satu kegiatan yang saya ikuti selama liburan. Jadi menurut saya walau mungkin agak salah tapi tidak terlalu jauh melenceng dari tema "liburan".
Friday, August 16, 2013
Artikel Liburan - PJJ Pra OSN
Tugas membuat artikel tentang liburan sebenarnya menurut saya agak sedikit ambigu.Apakah ini semacam tugas siswa SD dimana siswa diminta menuliskan pengalamannya selama liburan? Atau siswa diminta membuat artikel bebas yang bertemakan "liburan"? misalnya artikel tentang lebaran, tentang arus mudik, tentang suatu tempat wisata, dan lain-lain.
Berhubung saya bingung, akhirnya saya memilih untuk menulis tentang PJJ pra OSN, yang merupakan salah satu kegiatan yang saya ikuti selama liburan. Jadi menurut saya walau mungkin agak salah tapi tidak terlalu jauh melenceng dari tema "liburan".
Berhubung saya bingung, akhirnya saya memilih untuk menulis tentang PJJ pra OSN, yang merupakan salah satu kegiatan yang saya ikuti selama liburan. Jadi menurut saya walau mungkin agak salah tapi tidak terlalu jauh melenceng dari tema "liburan".
Friday, August 9, 2013
The Dandelion Girl
"The Dandelion Girl" is a science fiction short story written by American science fiction author Robert F. Young. (wikipedia)
Why did I put it here? because I thought that this is a good story obviously.
The Dandelion Girl
by Robert F. Young
The girl on the hill made Mark think of Edna St. Vincent Millay. Perhaps it was because of the way she was standing there in the afternoon sun, her dandelion-hued hair dancing in the wind; perhaps it was because of the way her old-fashioned white dress was swirling around her long and slender legs. In any event, he got the definite impression that she had somehow stepped out of the past and into the present; and that was odd, because as things turned out, it wasn't the past she had stepped out of, but the future.
He paused some distance behind her, breathing hard from the climb. She had not seen him yet, and he wondered how he could apprise her of his presence without alarming her. While he was trying to make up his mind, he took out his pipe and filled and lighted it, cupping his hands over the bowl and puffing till the tobacco came to glowing life. When he looked at her again, she had turned around and was regarding him curiously.
He walked toward her slowly, keenly aware of the nearness of the sky, enjoying the feel of the wind against his face. He should go hiking more often, he told himself. He had been tramping through woods when he came to the hill, and now the woods lay behind and far below him, burning gently with the first pale fires of fall, and beyond the woods lay the little lake with its complement of cabin and fishing pier. When his wife had been unexpectedly summoned for jury duty, he had been forced to spend alone the two weeks he had saved out of his summer vacation and he had been leading a lonely existence, fishing off the pier by day and reading the cool evenings away before the big fireplace in the raftered living room; and after two days the routine had caught up to him, and he had taken off into the woods without purpose or direction and finally he had come to the hill and had climbed it and seen the girl.
Her eyes were blue, he saw when he came up to her—as blue as the sky that framed her slender silhouette. Her face was oval and young and soft and sweet. It evoked a déjà vu
Why did I put it here? because I thought that this is a good story obviously.
The Dandelion Girl
by Robert F. Young
The girl on the hill made Mark think of Edna St. Vincent Millay. Perhaps it was because of the way she was standing there in the afternoon sun, her dandelion-hued hair dancing in the wind; perhaps it was because of the way her old-fashioned white dress was swirling around her long and slender legs. In any event, he got the definite impression that she had somehow stepped out of the past and into the present; and that was odd, because as things turned out, it wasn't the past she had stepped out of, but the future.
He paused some distance behind her, breathing hard from the climb. She had not seen him yet, and he wondered how he could apprise her of his presence without alarming her. While he was trying to make up his mind, he took out his pipe and filled and lighted it, cupping his hands over the bowl and puffing till the tobacco came to glowing life. When he looked at her again, she had turned around and was regarding him curiously.
He walked toward her slowly, keenly aware of the nearness of the sky, enjoying the feel of the wind against his face. He should go hiking more often, he told himself. He had been tramping through woods when he came to the hill, and now the woods lay behind and far below him, burning gently with the first pale fires of fall, and beyond the woods lay the little lake with its complement of cabin and fishing pier. When his wife had been unexpectedly summoned for jury duty, he had been forced to spend alone the two weeks he had saved out of his summer vacation and he had been leading a lonely existence, fishing off the pier by day and reading the cool evenings away before the big fireplace in the raftered living room; and after two days the routine had caught up to him, and he had taken off into the woods without purpose or direction and finally he had come to the hill and had climbed it and seen the girl.
Her eyes were blue, he saw when he came up to her—as blue as the sky that framed her slender silhouette. Her face was oval and young and soft and sweet. It evoked a déjà vu
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Pengenalan Operasi Dasar Komputer & Ulead VideoStudio
For now, I'll upload some of my school presentation tasks. Here are the first:
notes:
*most of the files are made not only by myself. there are also groups work. the names are included within the files
*some of the materials might be copy-pasted directly from another sources :p
notes:
*most of the files are made not only by myself. there are also groups work. the names are included within the files
*some of the materials might be copy-pasted directly from another sources :p
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