Basic subjects of mathematics is a subject which was greatly feared by students who are not too happy with the math. Though the course is obligatory. To be a logic analysis in any field. Statistics and graphic which will be the reference of the final research. How not dizzy. Finally using my Precalculus help is theoretically already abandoned eight years ago. Currently with more analysis and computer graphics in the form of figures and tables.

I so remember when six years ago to teach my younger brother who is now a Junior Architect. He was perplexed to learn where the time to learn Calculus help. Because math skills in high school became a mess because it is not happy with the teacher. Which he said the famous fierce and scary. At that time I test some of the basic theories of Pythagoras derivatives, sine, cosine and the Cartesian graph is the basis of this calculus.

Mathematics itself also has some parts of the lesson. Basic math course knows the Math answers outside the brain.. Calculate, divide, multiplication, subtraction is the basic part of mathematics is to be mastered and you must have already mastered. But what if the material is already stepping on math lessons algebra lessons? Read the rest of this entry »

Genesis past both happy and sad could be special memories, we can not go back in time, but we can only learn and remember and write it into a autobiography writing. I wrote this story as capture memories that someday I will make digital scrapbooks, so people can share the beauty of life and a reminder of the sincere and full of gratitude for this, anyone may write a story or memories of the past with a variety of different backgrounds, and different story, obviously with the goal as the memories are positive, let me share a little story which I think in the past, stories that I write this is an unforgettable memory in my memory.

I do not feel at birth. When, where, by whom it is not known. One time there was a touch, there are movements like the swing of the hands of someone, yes that’s the first time I felt there was a hold, a voice “singing …., son who is ….”. That was my mother’s voice lull me.

One time I had to wear a uniform, a red plaid shirt with white shorts. I remember that time my father was escorted to school by bike jeans. With these jeans bike I was first learning to ride a bike.

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Aku Cinta Indonesia (I Love Indonesian) sebuah kata yang muncul dari lubuk hati yang paling dalam dari seorang Blogger Indonesia, kata tersebut memang tidak akan pernah hilang dari hati saya sebagai Warga Negara Indonesia. Dalam tulisan ini saya coba kembali untuk mendukung Gerakan Aku Cinta Indonesia untuk lebih menanamkan kembali rasa nasionalisme terhadap negara indonesia. bagaimanapun majunya suatu negara harus dimulai dari kecintaan warganya, karena jika setiap warga negara sudah tertanam rasa cinta terhadap negaranya, niscaya persatuan dan kesatuan negara akan semakin kuat, meskipun berbagai cobaan dan tantangan menerpa. Bagi saya rasa cinta terhadap indonesia sudah tidak bisa ditawar lagi, karena untuk menggugah kesadaran akan persatuan, keharusan memupuk cinta Indonesia, cinta tanah air, dan cinta bangsa ini secara terus-menerus tanpa bosan. Saya tidak mau Indonesia dipandang sebelah mata…. Read the rest of this entry »

Bagi seseorang yang telah lama berkecimpung dalam dunia blogger saya yakin pernah mengalami kejenuhan dalam ngeblog apalagi setelah menjamurnya website seperti facebook kadang kita juga menjadi lupa akan ngeblogging, pernah saya setelah beraktivitas 3 tahun ngeblog mengalami penyakit jenuh ini, nach sekarang kambuh lagi penyakit jenuh tersebut, malahan saya sempat berpikir untuk pensiun dari dunia blogger, tapi kata hati masih terasa berat untuk meninggalkan dunia blogger, mungkin dalam beberapa minggu kedepan saya akan memutuskan untuk cuti dari aktivitas blogging untuk mencari hal baru didunia lain sambil menyiapkan diri untuk latihan soal cpns 2009 supaya ujian penerimaan cpns 2009 berjalan dengan lancar, doakan saya. Read the rest of this entry »