tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81880991561874390662024-03-12T17:52:37.786-07:00TRAINEE TEACHER'09welcome to this blog...
juz to remember the fragrance memories when we were here, keep in touch and share some information that we know. enjoy ya! wink!Trainee Teacher'09http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782024350869832558noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188099156187439066.post-28594051920388594512009-11-14T22:17:00.000-08:002009-11-14T22:42:42.992-08:00HePPi HoLiDaY!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQuC6xgV_sNp3KQJzqbPq591yxwjdndqpqef8Wj54PasJiRUi1ULvCKyrGsaIfeLsPB90BQhvH_rG-H89AAGSJa5EhGxobutAIn2_a99snFO51S8LLVC6RT_q8C4SkqEZRyxvPXIl0w9us/s1600-h/P5232152.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404215732990295474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQuC6xgV_sNp3KQJzqbPq591yxwjdndqpqef8Wj54PasJiRUi1ULvCKyrGsaIfeLsPB90BQhvH_rG-H89AAGSJa5EhGxobutAIn2_a99snFO51S8LLVC6RT_q8C4SkqEZRyxvPXIl0w9us/s400/P5232152.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Selamat bercuti kpd semua pelajar SMKAMAR yg dikasihi...jgn enjoy sangat,jgn gulet2...sekali sekala buka buku,buat latihan sebagai persediaan untuk tahun depan. Buat perancangan yang jitu untuk maju kedepan. Sesungguhnya, org yg berjaya sentiasa mmbuat perancangan=)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>kepada yg sedang mnjalani exam SPM,selamat berjaya!! andalah bakal peneraju negara. kpd sudah pun mnduduki exam...jgn berhenti di situ!langkah anda masih panjang,jalannya masih berliku</div><br />n masih terlalu jauh...apa yg telah brlalu,bermuhasabahlah..untuk yg d depan,bersedialah!!selamat maju jayaTrainee Teacher'09http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782024350869832558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188099156187439066.post-80833401911295812352009-10-17T23:37:00.000-07:002009-10-18T01:26:51.800-07:00do u like crab?lobster?do u noe what do they contain?<div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoJNR5OAIiLDI3WnFHxCCa68TW181Leu7U8FiP79LKiqZNZS5Fc0_pwT5kXByN9wBnsK_dW4C-7qZIgLh6XR_30_93DOWo_8iT4askXd6_Ykwr5UTTcD-gG9wSibALJBQlYOBkJAc7J5dn/s1600-h/udang2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393842783090197490" style="WIDTH: 588px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoJNR5OAIiLDI3WnFHxCCa68TW181Leu7U8FiP79LKiqZNZS5Fc0_pwT5kXByN9wBnsK_dW4C-7qZIgLh6XR_30_93DOWo_8iT4askXd6_Ykwr5UTTcD-gG9wSibALJBQlYOBkJAc7J5dn/s400/udang2.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><span style="color:#330033;"> masak lomak cili api pun sodap niiii...=)</span><span style="color:#ff6666;"><br /></span><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJCxd6wqfp3sP7mobbTDA2saHVUairLLsRxtfRIxl7uy7nec0VN1nR3E04L75P9olEawwSrWDPTZR_qdfYAEARr2rzyf9Nl6uPftrQg8OhQEzifUJ0PCgojNrnR9lquip6LFsOTt_28joI/s1600-h/chitosan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393839318253762050" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 58px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJCxd6wqfp3sP7mobbTDA2saHVUairLLsRxtfRIxl7uy7nec0VN1nR3E04L75P9olEawwSrWDPTZR_qdfYAEARr2rzyf9Nl6uPftrQg8OhQEzifUJ0PCgojNrnR9lquip6LFsOTt_28joI/s320/chitosan.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><br /></div><div> chitosan</div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393834217758135986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilO-XJOwAEg6dpdvdLsfrGNNexGypNqChMJf6z-o5PD7OFrf2a2QYv3pRAFq2_uRP1FMBYu-mupNiXbMy0njq8idJ0D6eQ45ufAsqHQqJpdI5O6cOnsD-3WVwXGkt7O9y8RRVNg_Fkxof-/s320/180px-Chitin2_svg.png" border="0" /> chitin<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div>lobster,crab,squid n that kind of the specieses have hard skin...it isnt? or u guys called as 'kulit udang, kulit ketam' and so on. do u crush it or just put it aside of ur plate?look! there are something superb about the 'kulit'.....</div><br /><div>that hard skin scientifically known as 'chitin', which a type polymer...polymer?yes, a repeated unit..macam glucose(sugar) dalam tumbuhan, it produce a repeated unit of glucose in chlorophyll during photosynthesis...ok,back to the chitin....bila sebut chitin, it must b hard..that why stem of the plant also consist of chitin..so,kulit ketam n udang also hard....</div><br /><br /><div>now, just look at the above picture..a chitin molecule...perasan x ada huruf 'n' di luar bracket tu? 'n' means that the molecule is repeated....so,bila berulang2 ia akan jd panjang..that stuff will build the hard skin crab....then, ada kumpulan berfungsi 'NH'....nampak x?tu namanya sejenis compund 'amino'....this 'NH' is alkaline, positively charge n smelly..sbb itu haiwan2 species ni berbau hanyir...</div><br /><div>so, chemically, CH2=O that bound above the 'NH' can be removed..and thus will form 'chitosan'......this stuff always contained in healthy product, especially to lose weight...jd,compound kt atas akan bertukar jadi..mcm kt atas tuuuu...nampak x NH sudah jd NH2....kan?kan?kan?</div><br /><div>so, when the hard chitin turn chitosan....this chitosan give us a marvellous benefit...how? chitosan ni mcm fiber dlm tumbuhan jgk..kebolehannya ialah menyerap lemak, kolesterol n heavy metal 6 till 10 times!!!!hebatkan...xpayah makan ubat kurus..imagine for everytime u eat KFC of McD..that full of fattttttt.....</div><br /><div>however, kulit udang yg kita mkn tu still a chitin form....as we have to process it in order to get in chitosan form....tp,NH dlm chitin sudah memadai untuk kita mengurangkan kndungn lemak2 dlm badan kita secara tidak langsung...<br /></div><br /><div>moral of the story, bila makan udang, squid...mkan la dengan kulit2nye skali..its good for our health..but we dont have big tooth to crush crab's skin...hehehe.......</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>kt cni ada 1 movie pendek tntng lobster vs fish...have fun!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div></div><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxFdzrPa9kdDWzHy_EKI51z_DUJREd6V26LJuuzbRrhOh0T4HjsROy-fmFSIoNXTGvmcYI39m67dWFb1-zdrg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Trainee Teacher'09http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782024350869832558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188099156187439066.post-44607782494222869912009-09-05T21:16:00.000-07:002009-09-05T21:29:48.215-07:00Indahnya Matematik - Fibonacci Numbers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-04Q2vD80dhGtaRLeiFEGCpH0URWX8EAG2uw4zWVZZiY_H3-_VCC70FkWKVTKBqPXw1PsGnhR7VvDujz3JsuSnvy9pe-sVoJTtt9Y8Pq4wAq1nrcKZQWU1ctxFSJX4UFOFJZMDIrSjrF8/s1600-h/2493_1094551396504_1008121936_30315859_3056943_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-04Q2vD80dhGtaRLeiFEGCpH0URWX8EAG2uw4zWVZZiY_H3-_VCC70FkWKVTKBqPXw1PsGnhR7VvDujz3JsuSnvy9pe-sVoJTtt9Y8Pq4wAq1nrcKZQWU1ctxFSJX4UFOFJZMDIrSjrF8/s320/2493_1094551396504_1008121936_30315859_3056943_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378204293177215218" border="0" /></a><br />Golden spiral sebenarnye kan datangnya dari golden ratio @ п. Yang mana dikatakan golden ratio ni adalah nombor yang sangat sempurna oleh ahli matematik.<br /> Golden ratio = (punca kuasa 5) + 12<br />= <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">1.618033988749895</span><br /><br />Most things kat dunia ni kan kita boleh tgk wujudnya golden ratio pattern ni.<br />Contohnye: Tgk jari kita.<br />Ukur tulang jari kita yg plh pjg. Kemudian ukur pula yg plg pendek di sebelahnya. Bila dibahagi yg panjang dengan yg pendek kita akan dpt hasil close dgn 1.618.menarik kan?<br /><br /><span> Golden ratio ni juga boleh kita dapat dengan membahagikan Fibonacci numbers. Biasanya no fibonacci ni ikut pattern nya tersendiri 1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21.....(pat</span><div><wbr><span class="word_break"></span>ternnya ni senang je nak faham iaitu hasil tambah setiap nombor sebelumnya, eg: 2+3=5 dan 5+3=8)...mudah je kan nak tau bentuk nombor ni...jadi bile di bahagi nombor slps dgn sebelum fibonacci akan dpt 1.61 sumtin...contohnya 21/13 = 1.615384615<br /><br />Golden spiral ni plak datangnya daripada jujukan matematik Fibonaci tadi la. Satu spiral ni kita boleh lukis dalam satu golden rectangle.Banyaknye golden-golden ni...konfius dah eik...rileks...tu nak jelaskan cemana dpt golden spiral je..<br /><br />Hmm...kita teros tgk keindahan matematik dalam alam semulajadi ni..boleh ba kan?..hehe..bole la ba...<br /><br />Melalui gambar2 kat bawah ni kita boleh tgk patern daripada jujukan Fibonacci (Fibonaci Sequence)...Nombor Fibonnaci ni dkt ngan kita sbb die lebey kurang ade link dgn growth of nature scr mathematically..<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgCqiV5yAOhOb5_HGolIyzWDuVXIKqWzC5cr3pB3LMNH9jS8eLHh9aokV2s3RZXInM44JYu2L_7vOGcKJAPc39g9FGWWJRHvlj02eCPz6wVvclNboAsFHcdZvQItcFxtuClOfcofRphbIf/s1600-h/n1008121936_30315860_5078305.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgCqiV5yAOhOb5_HGolIyzWDuVXIKqWzC5cr3pB3LMNH9jS8eLHh9aokV2s3RZXInM44JYu2L_7vOGcKJAPc39g9FGWWJRHvlj02eCPz6wVvclNboAsFHcdZvQItcFxtuClOfcofRphbIf/s320/n1008121936_30315860_5078305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378205090577408834" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgqfnUMdJi5Z2Po-iJJEz9LTklH_Yd2_K-NBnmpQIZukOO9uskp-xhyphenhyphenD4558IJSzGAnddW9hzdv5X0swjBhmT-szCX7eXLHFw0m54LBqvwIPEqMxN-XhJMlFR9LvcjAwRQ5OzNBT0yHwcY/s1600-h/n1008121936_30315862_7687126.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 132px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgqfnUMdJi5Z2Po-iJJEz9LTklH_Yd2_K-NBnmpQIZukOO9uskp-xhyphenhyphenD4558IJSzGAnddW9hzdv5X0swjBhmT-szCX7eXLHFw0m54LBqvwIPEqMxN-XhJMlFR9LvcjAwRQ5OzNBT0yHwcY/s320/n1008121936_30315862_7687126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378205857286922338" border="0" /></a><br />Contohnya pada bunga daisy, ada bentuk pusingan pada kelopaknya. Bagi Marcia Kartz Birken,seorang ahli maths di RIT, dia dapat tgk pattern dlm almost benda. Belang2 kat kuda belang, arus air sungai. Yang bestnya dia kata dr series of maths to series of bird in flight.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEictsaLrbIsAR07iKNLFRuYQcXzdLW_MiwqDSpok8XfV-1LsNNXG53SpcAKRa-BnTKeIJBlSPqrl41Z0a3sRO1rryZg9Wm5Ubd4U979JSWX8ZAEwSTtZb0RYNqn1gY8JYEY8wZ0kii5_64H/s1600-h/2493_1094554756588_1008121936_30315864_1083003_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEictsaLrbIsAR07iKNLFRuYQcXzdLW_MiwqDSpok8XfV-1LsNNXG53SpcAKRa-BnTKeIJBlSPqrl41Z0a3sRO1rryZg9Wm5Ubd4U979JSWX8ZAEwSTtZb0RYNqn1gY8JYEY8wZ0kii5_64H/s320/2493_1094554756588_1008121936_30315864_1083003_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378206456663886034" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>Trainee Teacher'09http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782024350869832558noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188099156187439066.post-35087216237226172162009-09-02T17:56:00.000-07:002009-09-02T21:08:38.052-07:00Biology is Fun<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNVgrDquiVJhOv0D4yWNJKkc3Fap7Dp3iVmwzRY9foveMmjlUxLY3UDgyEvZ_W5O4hjC5IueHtp-k1XTShrFzEFRKouVmuWCoq8spIEDeimVtaHF_rDuNwJbn_t1Iyk5O9kEIpbYXBmqTO/s1600-h/12761-Ocean-Dive.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377084437910159842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNVgrDquiVJhOv0D4yWNJKkc3Fap7Dp3iVmwzRY9foveMmjlUxLY3UDgyEvZ_W5O4hjC5IueHtp-k1XTShrFzEFRKouVmuWCoq8spIEDeimVtaHF_rDuNwJbn_t1Iyk5O9kEIpbYXBmqTO/s320/12761-Ocean-Dive.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377051093222268754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwyySwP4gjBBOvt_3W0ouY3Xq7FmD-odvy6aVGsUQ7_bozZwLt5zkKqO0bHiSIj-fH_5JCsWKGK6uSFRcNjvwWkBXIvalqkomMXnkgvHYES6nvB4cC4C-WA0qongf_KziKlLeO39ErYUf9/s320/shamu.thumb.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div>Welcome to our blog and i hope all of you having a great time.... First of all, i have some questions to ask you. Do you like to learn biology subject???? What do you understand about Biology??? Well, most of students will say that biology is a difficult subject and required them to momorize a lot of things. It's that true??? Actually the answer is up to you like people said 'tepuk dada tanya diri'.<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"> For me Biology is a fascinating subject. It is because learn this subject means we learning about life on Earth. Biology is the study of life, what life needs to survive, what makes life possible, how life evolves and changes, and how life forms interact with one another. </div><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"> Studying for biology can seem overwhelming right? but it doesn't have to be. If you follow a few simple steps, studying for biology will be less stressful and more enjoyable. Here i compiled a list of several helpful biology study tips for biology students.</div><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><br /><div align="justify">Tip 1</div><br /><br /><div align="justify">Always read the topic first before teacher start to teaching that topic. I know that you do not have enough time, but believe me, it makes an immense difference. </div><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><br /><div align="justify">Tip 2</div><br /><br /><div align="justify">Biology, like most sciences, is hands-on. Most of us learn best when we are actively participating in a "topic." So make sure to pay attention in lab sessions and actually perform the experiments. Remember, you won't be graded on your lab partner's ability to perform an experiment, but your own.</div><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><br /><div align="justify">Tip 3</div><br /><br /><div align="justify">After the teaching and learning Biology process ended, study again the topic so that you can know either you really understand the topic or not. Use the "lull" period between classes to immediately review the biology notes you have just taken. </div><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><br /><div align="justify">Tip 4</div><br /><br /><div align="justify">This tip is very important......you must stay awake in class. I have observed too many people snoozing in the middle of class. Learning process is very important because teacher will gives a lot of information about the topic that the students should know. Osmosis process may work for water absorption, but it won't work when it comes time for biology exams. </div><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><br /><div align="justify">Tip 5</div><br /><br /><div align="justify">Please do not cram! As a rule, you should start studying for biology exams a minimum of two weeks prior to the exam. </div><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><br /><div align="justify">Tip 6</div><br /><br /><div align="justify">Find some useful resources to help you when you study after class. Always study in the group so that the study process will be more interesting. </div><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><br /><div align="justify">I hope the tips can help you to study Biology more easily.......try your best!!!!!!!! </div><br /><br /><div align="justify"><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div>Trainee Teacher'09http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782024350869832558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188099156187439066.post-36165988165485496142009-09-02T06:26:00.000-07:002009-09-02T06:41:14.113-07:00The Necklace - Guy de Maupassant<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTVW6_LbdUMh1qfgGV6EZS5kAehgtw_gQhcQWLDz3vkSkkkEO5JsGoZdcm6w916bdXSnFXBtfuSywq5w8iymfuEkXdXjI31lRxaBMsVgHAe5dp_4A1-HNLHMJfF9EaQf_KAHzEZyX9_lxB/s1600-h/3592483518_43564bfc14_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTVW6_LbdUMh1qfgGV6EZS5kAehgtw_gQhcQWLDz3vkSkkkEO5JsGoZdcm6w916bdXSnFXBtfuSywq5w8iymfuEkXdXjI31lRxaBMsVgHAe5dp_4A1-HNLHMJfF9EaQf_KAHzEZyX9_lxB/s320/3592483518_43564bfc14_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376864282216473138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid3aH73DVYe3gG3ke5lXb2GCw3Ac8Icra84WZc8VijVJnlM83PhEBv5soAlS60Mcml-5BOjPKSbehXB5Uw8dNG_5GR-obRcGL-0fYz2ht8R3emgyj7qeVm2UvpMVZQZAxyuv4fFPe9PCf1/s1600-h/GenImage.ashx+Type%3DDN%26Path%3DDN-007%255cPic-01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid3aH73DVYe3gG3ke5lXb2GCw3Ac8Icra84WZc8VijVJnlM83PhEBv5soAlS60Mcml-5BOjPKSbehXB5Uw8dNG_5GR-obRcGL-0fYz2ht8R3emgyj7qeVm2UvpMVZQZAxyuv4fFPe9PCf1/s320/GenImage.ashx+Type%3DDN%26Path%3DDN-007%255cPic-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376861592390880610" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">The girl was one of those pretty and charming young creatures who sometimes are born, as if by a slip of fate, into a family of clerks. She had no dowry, no expectations, no way of being known, understood, loved, married by any rich and distinguished man; so she let herself be married to a little clerk of the Ministry of Public Instruction.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">She dressed plainly because she could not dress well, but she was unhappy as if she had really fallen from a higher station; since with women there is neither caste nor rank, for beauty, grace and charm take the place of family and birth. Natural ingenuity, instinct for what is elegant, a supple mind are their sole hierarchy, and often make of women of the people the equals of the very greatest ladies.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Mathilde suffered ceaselessly, feeling herself born to enjoy all delicacies and all luxuries. She was distressed at the poverty of her dwelling, at the bareness of the walls, at the shabby chairs, the ugliness of the curtains. All those things, of which another woman of her rank would never even have been conscious, tortured her and made her angry. The sight of the little Breton peasant who did her humble housework aroused in her despairing regrets and bewildering dreams. She thought of silent antechambers hung with Oriental tapestry, illumined by tall bronze candelabra, and of two great footmen in knee breeches who sleep in the big armchairs, made drowsy by the oppressive heat of the stove. She thought of long reception halls hung with ancient silk, of the dainty cabinets containing priceless curiosities and of the little coquettish perfumed reception rooms made for chatting at five o'clock with intimate friends, with men famous and sought after, whom all women envy and whose attention they all desire.</span></p><br /><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">When she sat down to dinner, before the round table covered with a tablecloth in use three days, opposite her husband, who uncovered the soup tureen and declared with a delighted air, "Ah, the good soup! I don't know anything better than that," she thought of dainty dinners, of shining silverware, of tapestry that peopled the walls with ancient personages and with strange birds flying in the midst of a fairy forest; and she thought of delicious dishes served on marvellous plates and of the whispered gallantries to which you listen with a sphinxlike smile while you are eating the pink meat of a trout or the wings of a quail.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">She had no gowns, no jewels, nothing. And she loved nothing but that. She felt made for that. She would have liked so much to please, to be envied, to be charming, to be sought after.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">She had a friend, a former schoolmate at the convent, who was rich, and whom she did not like to go to see any more because she felt so sad when she came home.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">But one evening her husband reached home with a triumphant air and holding a large envelope in his hand.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"There," said he, "there is something for you."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">She tore the paper quickly and drew out a printed card which bore these words:</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"> The Minister of Public Instruction and Madame Georges Ramponneau request the honor of M. and Madame Loisel's company at the palace of the Ministry on Monday evening, January 18th.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Instead of being delighted, as her husband had hoped, she threw the invitation on the table crossly, muttering:</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"What do you wish me to do with that?"</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"Why, my dear, I thought you would be glad. You never go out, and this is such a fine opportunity. I had great trouble to get it. Every one wants to go; it is very select, and they are not giving many invitations to clerks. The whole official world will be there."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">She looked at him with an irritated glance and said impatiently:</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"And what do you wish me to put on my back?"</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">He had not thought of that. He stammered:</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"Why, the gown you go to the theatre in. It looks very well to me."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">He stopped, distracted, seeing that his wife was weeping. Two great tears ran slowly from the corners of her eyes toward the corners of her mouth.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"What's the matter? What's the matter?" he answered.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">By a violent effort she conquered her grief and replied in a calm voice, while she wiped her wet cheeks:</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"Nothing. Only I have no gown, and, therefore, I can't go to this ball. Give your card to some colleague whose wife is better equipped than I am."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">He was in despair. He resumed:</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"Come, let us see, Mathilde. How much would it cost, a suitable gown, which you could use on other occasions--something very simple?"</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">She reflected several seconds, making her calculations and wondering also what sum she could ask without drawing on herself an immediate refusal and a frightened exclamation from the economical clerk.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Finally she replied hesitating:</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"I don't know exactly, but I think I could manage it with four hundred francs."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">He grew a little pale, because he was laying aside just that amount to buy a gun and treat himself to a little shooting next summer on the plain of Nanterre, with several friends who went to shoot larks there of a Sunday.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">But he said:</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"Very well. I will give you four hundred francs. And try to have a pretty gown."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">The day of the ball drew near and Madame Loisel seemed sad, uneasy, anxious. Her frock was ready, however. Her husband said to her one evening:</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"What is the matter? Come, you have seemed very queer these last three days."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">And she answered:</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"It annoys me not to have a single piece of jewelry, not a single ornament, nothing to put on. I shall look poverty-stricken. I would almost rather not go at all."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"You might wear natural flowers," said her husband. "They're very stylish at this time of year. For ten francs you can get two or three magnificent roses."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">She was not convinced.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"No; there's nothing more humiliating than to look poor among other women who are rich."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"How stupid you are!" her husband cried. "Go look up your friend, Madame Forestier, and ask her to lend you some jewels. You're intimate enough with her to do that."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">She uttered a cry of joy:</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"True! I never thought of it."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">The next day she went to her friend and told her of her distress.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Madame Forestier went to a wardrobe with a mirror, took out a large jewel box, brought it back, opened it and said to Madame Loisel:</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"Choose, my dear."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">She saw first some bracelets, then a pearl necklace, then a Venetian gold cross set with precious stones, of admirable workmanship. She tried on the ornaments before the mirror, hesitated and could not make up her mind to part with them, to give them back. She kept asking:</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"Haven't you any more?"</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"Why, yes. Look further; I don't know what you like."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Suddenly she discovered, in a black satin box, a superb diamond necklace, and her heart throbbed with an immoderate desire. Her hands trembled as she took it. She fastened it round her throat, outside her high-necked waist, and was lost in ecstasy at her reflection in the mirror.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Then she asked, hesitating, filled with anxious doubt:</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"Will you lend me this, only this?"</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"Why, yes, certainly."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">She threw her arms round her friend's neck, kissed her passionately, then fled with her treasure.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">The night of the ball arrived. Madame Loisel was a great success. She was prettier than any other woman present, elegant, graceful, smiling and wild with joy. All the men looked at her, asked her name, sought to be introduced. All the attaches of the Cabinet wished to waltz with her. She was remarked by the minister himself.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">She danced with rapture, with passion, intoxicated by pleasure, forgetting all in the triumph of her beauty, in the glory of her success, in a sort of cloud of happiness comprised of all this homage, admiration, these awakened desires and of that sense of triumph which is so sweet to woman's heart.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">She left the ball about four o'clock in the morning. Her husband had been sleeping since midnight in a little deserted anteroom with three other gentlemen whose wives were enjoying the ball.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">He threw over her shoulders the wraps he had brought, the modest wraps of common life, the poverty of which contrasted with the elegance of the ball dress. She felt this and wished to escape so as not to be remarked by the other women, who were enveloping themselves in costly furs.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Loisel held her back, saying: "Wait a bit. You will catch cold outside. I will call a cab."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">But she did not listen to him and rapidly descended the stairs. When they reached the street they could not find a carriage and began to look for one, shouting after the cabmen passing at a distance.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">They went toward the Seine in despair, shivering with cold. At last they found on the quay one of those ancient night cabs which, as though they were ashamed to show their shabbiness during the day, are never seen round Paris until after dark.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">It took them to their dwelling in the Rue des Martyrs, and sadly they mounted the stairs to their flat. All was ended for her. As to him, he reflected that he must be at the ministry at ten o'clock that morning.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">She removed her wraps before the glass so as to see herself once more in all her glory. But suddenly she uttered a cry. She no longer had the necklace around her neck!</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"What is the matter with you?" demanded her husband, already half undressed.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">She turned distractedly toward him.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"I have--I have--I've lost Madame Forestier's necklace," she cried.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">He stood up, bewildered.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"What!--how? Impossible!"</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">They looked among the folds of her skirt, of her cloak, in her pockets, everywhere, but did not find it.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"You're sure you had it on when you left the ball?" he asked.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"Yes, I felt it in the vestibule of the minister's house."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"But if you had lost it in the street we should have heard it fall. It must be in the cab."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"Yes, probably. Did you take his number?"</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"No. And you--didn't you notice it?"</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"No."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">They looked, thunderstruck, at each other. At last Loisel put on his clothes.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"I shall go back on foot," said he, "over the whole route, to see whether I can find it."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">He went out. She sat waiting on a chair in her ball dress, without strength to go to bed, overwhelmed, without any fire, without a thought.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Her husband returned about seven o'clock. He had found nothing.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">He went to police headquarters, to the newspaper offices to offer a reward; he went to the cab companies--everywhere, in fact, whither he was urged by the least spark of hope.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">She waited all day, in the same condition of mad fear before this terrible calamity.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Loisel returned at night with a hollow, pale face. He had discovered nothing.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"You must write to your friend," said he, "that you have broken the clasp of her necklace and that you are having it mended. That will give us time to turn round."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">She wrote at his dictation.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">At the end of a week they had lost all hope. Loisel, who had aged five years, declared:</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"We must consider how to replace that ornament."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">The next day they took the box that had contained it and went to the jeweler whose name was found within. He consulted his books.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"It was not I, madame, who sold that necklace; I must simply have furnished the case."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Then they went from jeweler to jeweler, searching for a necklace like the other, trying to recall it, both sick with chagrin and grief.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">They found, in a shop at the Palais Royal, a string of diamonds that seemed to them exactly like the one they had lost. It was worth forty thousand francs. They could have it for thirty-six.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">So they begged the jeweler not to sell it for three days yet. And they made a bargain that he should buy it back for thirty-four thousand francs, in case they should find the lost necklace before the end of February.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Loisel possessed eighteen thousand francs which his father had left him. He would borrow the rest.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">He did borrow, asking a thousand francs of one, five hundred of another, five louis here, three louis there. He gave notes, took up ruinous obligations, dealt with usurers and all the race of lenders. He compromised all the rest of his life, risked signing a note without even knowing whether he could meet it; and, frightened by the trouble yet to come, by the black misery that was about to fall upon him, by the prospect of all the physical privations and moral tortures that he was to suffer, he went to get the new necklace, laying upon the jeweler's counter thirty-six thousand francs.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">When Madame Loisel took back the necklace Madame Forestier said to her with a chilly manner:</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"You should have returned it sooner; I might have needed it."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">She did not open the case, as her friend had so much feared. If she had detected the substitution, what would she have thought, what would she have said? Would she not have taken Madame Loisel for a thief?</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Thereafter Madame Loisel knew the horrible existence of the needy. She bore her part, however, with sudden heroism. That dreadful debt must be paid. She would pay it. They dismissed their servant; they changed their lodgings; they rented a garret under the roof.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">She came to know what heavy housework meant and the odious cares of the kitchen. She washed the dishes, using her dainty fingers and rosy nails on greasy pots and pans. She washed the soiled linen, the shirts and the dishcloths, which she dried upon a line; she carried the slops down to the street every morning and carried up the water, stopping for breath at every landing. And dressed like a woman of the people, she went to the fruiterer, the grocer, the butcher, a basket on her arm, bargaining, meeting with impertinence, defending her miserable money, sou by sou.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Every month they had to meet some notes, renew others, obtain more time.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Her husband worked evenings, making up a tradesman's accounts, and late at night he often copied manuscript for five sous a page.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">This life lasted ten years.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">At the end of ten years they had paid everything, everything, with the rates of usury and the accumulations of the compound interest.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Madame Loisel looked old now. She had become the woman of impoverished households--strong and hard and rough. With frowsy hair, skirts askew and red hands, she talked loud while washing the floor with great swishes of water. But sometimes, when her husband was at the office, she sat down near the window and she thought of that gay evening of long ago, of that ball where she had been so beautiful and so admired.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">What would have happened if she had not lost that necklace? Who knows? who knows? How strange and changeful is life! How small a thing is needed to make or ruin us!</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">But one Sunday, having gone to take a walk in the Champs Elysees to refresh herself after the labors of the week, she suddenly perceived a woman who was leading a child. It was Madame Forestier, still young, still beautiful, still charming.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Madame Loisel felt moved. Should she speak to her? Yes, certainly. And now that she had paid, she would tell her all about it. Why not?</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">She went up.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"Good-day, Jeanne."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">The other, astonished to be familiarly addressed by this plain good-wife, did not recognize her at all and stammered:</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"But--madame!--I do not know---- You must have mistaken."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"No. I am Mathilde Loisel."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Her friend uttered a cry.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"Oh, my poor Mathilde! How you are changed!"</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"Yes, I have had a pretty hard life, since I last saw you, and great poverty--and that because of you!"</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"Of me! How so?"</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"Do you remember that diamond necklace you lent me to wear at the ministerial ball?"</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"Yes. Well?"</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"Well, I lost it."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"What do you mean? You brought it back."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"I brought you back another exactly like it. And it has taken us ten years to pay for it. You can understand that it was not easy for us, for us who had nothing. At last it is ended, and I am very glad."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Madame Forestier had stopped.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"You say that you bought a necklace of diamonds to replace mine?"</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"Yes. You never noticed it, then! They were very similar."</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">And she smiled with a joy that was at once proud and ingenuous.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Madame Forestier, deeply moved, took her hands.</span></p> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">"Oh, my poor Mathilde! Why, my necklace was paste! It was worth at most only five hundred francs!"</span></p><p align="left"><br /></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p>Trainee Teacher'09http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782024350869832558noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188099156187439066.post-88601973891615221642009-09-02T05:46:00.000-07:002009-09-02T06:00:25.223-07:00<p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">In <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grammar" title="Grammar"></a>grammar, a <b>preposition</b> is a<span style="text-decoration: underline;"> part of speech</span> that introduces a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adpositional_phrase" title="Adpositional phrase">prepositional phrase</a>. For example, in the sentence "The cat sleeps on the sofa", the word "on" is a preposition, introducing the prepositional phrase "on the sofa". In English, the most used prepositions are "of", "to", "in", "for", "with" and "on". Simply put, a preposition indicates a relation between things mentioned in a sentence.</p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Linguists sometimes distinguish between a <b>preposition</b>, which precedes its phrase, a <b>postposition</b>, which follows its phrase, and as a rare case a <b>circumposition</b>, which surrounds its phrase. Taken together, these three parts of speech are called <b>adpositions</b>. In more technical language, an adposition is an element that, prototypically, combines syntactically with a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phrase" title="Phrase">phrase</a> and indicates how that phrase should be interpreted in the surrounding context. Some linguists use the word "preposition" instead of "adposition" for all three cases.<sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Preposition#cite_note-0"><span></span></a></sup></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><br /><sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Preposition#cite_note-0"><span></span><span></span></a></sup></p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyTEcHF4CryDZkzyyiU2As0k0mVVP-9uKc28lVcj-ZCdIqhM-3kJDD5RxX6uCyIp-1_4iG0vBcCC0fghFJ0Gw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Trainee Teacher'09http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782024350869832558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188099156187439066.post-24906261711115268572009-09-02T05:06:00.000-07:002009-09-02T05:10:21.745-07:00my favourite Quotes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtbn7u5a-QaI81ZJMXzAcUMQJKiIMUcunAjuxjkni1OJ7m_J31K1lmFih-imV4FD3vMgXGiJBDM_gw8HQQBSiIvdfe22D0O6b3E6NNv73DCgA14B0Ir-pVXKWlqIvgPsqAi40BAZ1Hqpb1/s1600-h/6170_262730210301_845250301_8470830_6974209_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtbn7u5a-QaI81ZJMXzAcUMQJKiIMUcunAjuxjkni1OJ7m_J31K1lmFih-imV4FD3vMgXGiJBDM_gw8HQQBSiIvdfe22D0O6b3E6NNv73DCgA14B0Ir-pVXKWlqIvgPsqAi40BAZ1Hqpb1/s320/6170_262730210301_845250301_8470830_6974209_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376841125760894946" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Anyone who has never made a mistake </span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">has never tried anything new.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Albert Einstein</span>Trainee Teacher'09http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782024350869832558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188099156187439066.post-18031453904652597022009-09-01T21:33:00.000-07:002009-09-01T22:20:29.125-07:00Susahnya menjadi seorang 'cikgu'...Tempoh praktikal kami di SMKAMAR adalah 12 minggu bermula 15hb 06 2009-11hb 09 2009. Selama kami di sini, sangat banyak pengajaran dan pengalaman yang berguna telah kami perolehi. Sebagai guru praktikal yang baru setahun jagung dalam bidang pendidikan, yang baru sahaja dilepas talinya daripada sangkar ilmu teori, terlalu banyak perkara yang cuba kami adaptasi dan eksperimen terhadap apa yang telah kami pelajari di universiti. Sungguh apa yang ditelaah daripada buku setebal 5 inci itu, bersengkang mata sampai bengkak2 biji mata, berjam2 dimakmal, dan berebut2 bas untuk ke kuliah....semua itu hanya secuit dari apa yang patut tahu...hanya secuit...<br />setelah berada di SMKAMAR ini, barulah kami berpeluang mencedok sebanyak mungkin ilmu dan pengalaman sebenar sebagai seorang guru...berbantukan tunjuk ajar guru pembimbing serta nasihat daripada guru-guru lain, kini kami sedar...menjadi seorang guru tidak semudah yang dilihat dan ditanggapi kami sebelum ini. Mengajar 'manusia' supaya berpengetuan, bijak pandai serta berketrampilan adalah satu usaha yang sangat sukar. Namun, disitu ada lagi tugas berat yang lebih berat dan lebih sukar..iaitu 'mendidik' manusia supaya menjadi seorang 'insan'.<br />Hati seorang guru bukan sekadar melihat 'manusia didikan'nya berjaya secara lahiriah, bahkan juga cemerlang secara batiniah, hebat dalam menjalankan tugas2 seorang khalifah di akhir zaman...nah! sudah kami buka mata sekarang..seluas2nya..tentang tugas yang bakal kami pikul nanti.<br /><br />berburu kepalang ajar,<br />dapat rusa belang kaki,<br />berguru kepalang ajar,<br />bagai bunga kembang tak jadi....Trainee Teacher'09http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782024350869832558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188099156187439066.post-76929689342222076212009-08-05T22:08:00.000-07:002009-08-05T22:12:41.102-07:00usTrainee Teacher'09http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782024350869832558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188099156187439066.post-47961812239031290222009-08-05T08:25:00.000-07:002009-08-05T08:26:56.548-07:00SMKA Mohamad Ali Ranau<div><p><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Tanggal 08 Jun 2003, detik paling bersejarah bagi warga <strong><em>SEMEKAR </em></strong>melangkah ke alam yang baru, suasana yang baru di sekolah yang serba baru. <span style="font-size:100%;color:#990000;">Terletak</span> di kaki bukit yang mempunyai panorama indah dan menawan, udara yang segar serta nyaman, diliputi kabus ketika fajar menyinsing. Kedinginan di kala dinihari menyaksikan satu pemandangan yang indah dan sejuk mata memandang.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#990000;">Disember</span><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"> 1998 telah mencatat sejarah yang penuh gemilang tatkala yang berbahagia Datuk Najib Tun Razak pada ketika itu menjadi Menteri Pendidikan Malaysia meletakkan batu asas sebagai titik permulaan pembinaan tapak sekolah. Siap dibina selama 22 bulan (November 2001 hingga Januari 2003) yang menelan perbelanjaan sebanyak RM33 juta.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#990000;">Terletak</span><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"> di kilometer 2, kampung Lohan Ulu, lebuh raya Poring – Lohan, Ranau, di keluasan 18.21 hektar bersamaan 45 ekar yang terletak pada altitud 670 meter dari aras laut yang menempatkan 19 buah bangunan yang direka dengan begitu unik dan menarik setanding dengan kepesatan teknologi pembangunan pada masa kini. Merupakan di antara sekolah yang tercantik di Sabah dan juga di Malaysia amnya.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Dari jauh, pemandangan sekolah ini amat menarik terutama sekali pada awal pagi kerana kabus yang meliputi seluruh kawasan sekolah ini, seolah-olah menarik minat orang awam ingin mengenali sekolah ini dengan lebih dekat. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#990000;">Seiring</span><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"> dengan perubahan arus kemodenan, <strong><em>SEMEKAR </em></strong>sekali lagi mencipta sejarah apabila nama <strong>SMK Agama Ranau </strong>, satu-satunya sekolah menengah agama di Ranau bertukar nama kepada <strong>SMK Agama Mohamad Ali Ranau </strong>setelah enam belas tahun berlalu. Apa yang pasti <strong><em>SEMEKAR </em></strong>akan tetap unggul dan terus bersaing dalam segala aspek samada bidang kurikulum dan ko-kurikulum untuk membentuk insan yang kamil.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;color:#990000;">PENTADBIRAN SEMEKAR</span></strong> sepanjang enam belas tahun pertama <strong><em>SEMEKAR </em></strong>, ia telah diterajui oleh 7 orang pengetua. Peneraju pertama di sekolah baru ini atau lebih dikenali sebagai SMK Agama Mohamad Ali Ranau, adalah pengetua yang kelima iaitu Tuan Hj. Megat Abu Bakar bin Hj. Megat Hussin yang memulakan tugas pada 3 Disember 2001 hingga 16 Julai 2005. Tahun 2005 menyaksikan <strong><em>SEMEKAR </em></strong>menerima seorang pengetua baru iaitu Dr. Jusoh B. Abd. Kadir yang memulakan tugas pada 15 Julai 2005. Pastinya kehadiran tuan pengetua yang baru akan meneruskan tradisi kecemerlangan <strong><em>SEMEKAR </em></strong>dan membawa <strong><em>SEMEKAR </em></strong>maju setapak lagi dalam arena pendidikan masa kini.Berikut adalah senarai pengetua yang pernah mengemudi tonggak pentadbiran <strong><em>SEMEKAR </em></strong>:</span> </p><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr border style="color:#010000;"><td width="276" valign="top"><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><strong>NAMA PENGETUA </strong></span></p></td><td width="204" valign="top"><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><strong>TEMPOH BERKHIDMAT </strong></span></p></td></tr><tr border style="color:#010000;"><td width="276" valign="top"><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Ust. Abi Rerah Awang Chik </span></p></td><td width="204" valign="top"><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">1989 - 1992 </span></p></td></tr><tr border style="color:#010000;"><td width="276" valign="top"><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Ust. Mohd. Ghazali Abu Bakar </span></p></td><td width="204" valign="top"><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">1992 - 1994 </span></p></td></tr><tr border style="color:#010000;"><td width="276" valign="top"><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Ust. Hj. Sarnon Jumiron </span></p></td><td width="204" valign="top"><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">1994 - 1997 </span></p></td></tr><tr border style="color:#010000;"><td width="276" valign="top"><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Ust. Hj. Rakhibi Othman </span></p></td><td width="204" valign="top"><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">1997 - 1999 </span></p></td></tr><tr border style="color:#010000;"><td width="276" valign="top"><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Ust. Daud Hashim </span></p></td><td width="204" valign="top"><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">1999 - 2001 </span></p></td></tr><tr border style="color:#010000;"><td width="276" valign="top"><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Tn. Hj. Megat Abu Bakar Megat Husin </span></p></td><td width="204" valign="top"><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">3 Dis 2001 – 13 Jul 2005 </span></p></td></tr><tr border style="color:#010000;"><td width="276" valign="top"><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Dr. Jusoh B. Abd. Kadir </span></p></td><td width="204" valign="top"><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">15 Julai 2005 - 1 Oktober 2008</span></p></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><strong><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#990000;">SEMEKAR</span> </em></strong>hari ini bukanlah <strong><em>SEMEKAR </em></strong>enam belas tahun dahulu. Kini terdapat 650 orang pelajar dan 45 ke 50 orang tenaga pengajar. Bilangan kelasnya juga sudah bertambah; empat buah kelas bagi setiap tingkatan 1 hingga tingkatan 5; 1 kelas tingkatan 6 Rendah dan 1 kelas tingkatan 6 Atas. Bilangan KTBM juga bertambah seramai 22 orang.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#990000;">Aliran</span><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"> yang ditawarkan ialah aliran Agama, aliran Sains Tulin dan aliran Prinsip Akaun. Namun, bersesuaian dengan arus perubahan semasa, <strong><em>SEMEKAR </em></strong>sentiasa membangun dari setahun ke setahun unutk terus bersaing dan maju ke hadapan. Keadaan fizikal dan prasarana sekolah ini yang serba moden, seiring dengan kemajuan era teknologi maklumat. Permintaan dan sambutan yang tinggi dari penduduk setempat dan luar juga telah menaikkan imej dan martabat <strong><em>SEMEKAR </em></strong>di mata masyarakat. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;color:#990000;">AKADEMIK, KOKURIKULUM DAN CABARAN ALAF BARU </span></strong>Sebagai sebuah intitusi pendidikan menengah yang sentiasa peka dengan perkembangan mutakhir, SMK(A) Mohamad Ali Ranau, (<strong><em>SEMEKAR</em></strong>) tidak ketinggalan menyahut seruan kerajaan untuk melahirkan generasi teknokrat yang bakal merealisasikan Wawasan 2020. Justeru, mulai 2004, <strong><em>SEMEKAR </em></strong>telah membuka lebih banyak tempat untuk pelajar memasuki aliran Sains Tulen untuk pelajar-pelajar yang cemerlang dalam peperiksaan Penilaian Menengah Rendah (PMR). Dalam peperiksaan awam, PMR, SPM, STPM, <strong><em>SEMEKAR </em></strong>adalah diantara sekolah terbaik di peringkat KOBTAR dan antara sekolah yang terbaik di antara SMKA seluruh Sabah . <strong><em>SEMEKAR </em></strong>sudah mampu melahirkan pelajar-pelajar yang cemerlang dalam akademik; 9A dalam PMR, 8A dalam SPM. Kebolehan Semekar tidak tertumpu kepada akademik semata-mata. Pelajar-pelajarnya juga menyerlah dan menonjol dalam bidang kokurikulum. Dalam acara pentas terutamanya, mereka sentiasa terpilih untuk mewakili daerah Ranau ke peringkat bahagian, negeri dan kebangsaan. Bila tiba musim Majlis Tilawah Al-Quran (MTQ) tahunan, <strong><em>SEMEKAR </em></strong>menjadi pasukan pilihan untuk membolot tempat teratas, dan sekaligus menjadikannya satu pasukan yang amat disegani lawan dan kawan. Wakil-wakil sekolah juga telah berjaya membantu sekolah dan KOBTAR muncul juara dan terpilih mewakili KOBTAR ke peringkatan yang lebih tinggi lagi seperti peringkat negeri dan kebangsaan.Dalam bidang sukan, acara ping pong, bola keranjang dan bola sepak telah menyaksikan beberapa orang pelajar putera terpilih mewakili KOBTAR ke peringkat negeri. Lebih daripada itu, pelajar-pelajar <strong><em>SEMEKAR </em></strong>juga tidak kurang hebatnya dalam MSSS apabila berjaya melahirkan atlit yang mencipta nama di persada sukan kebangsaan seperti MSSM dan SUKMA dengan mengutip pingat. Rentetan kejayaan yang dicapai sehingga kini telah berjaya menepis anggapan sesetengah pihak yang mengatakan bahawa <strong><em>SEMEKAR </em></strong>(dan SMKA amnya) hanya mementingkan pendidikan Agama dan akademik semata.Kini, impian <strong><em>SEMEKAR </em></strong>untuk berpindah ke sekolah yang baru telah pun menjadi kenyataan. Di sinilah warga <strong><em>SEMEKAR </em></strong>akan mencorakkan masa depan sekolah dengan sebuah kejayaan dan kegemilangan selaras dengan motto, visi dan misi sekolah. <strong><em>SEMEKAR </em></strong>adalah sekolah yang cemerlang, gemilang dan terbilang pada tahun 2008 nanti. Insyallah…..</span><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></strong></span></p><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><p align="center"><br />MOTTO SMKA </p></span></strong></span><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"><em>“BERILMU, BERIMAN, BERTAQWA” </em></span></strong></span></p></div>Trainee Teacher'09http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782024350869832558noreply@blogger.com0