Kawan-kawanku sekaliannnn beberapa pengumuman nihhhh :
[satoe]
NILAI BLOG KITA 88 !!
comment dari sang bapak :
Setelah sekian lama hampir tak terurus akhirnya neh blog selesai juga! hehe… desainnya bener2 berubah 180 derajat dari hitam Pekat menjadi putih minimalis yang mengandalkan konten! Kontent yang didapat rata-rata adalah hasil rip dari internet. but its ok lah! good Job Quadro Squad!
(from yulius-hari.com)
bokkkkkk terharu dirikuuuu,, nama kita diingat "Quadro Squad" !!!!
ciayoo kawan2..!!!
(kalo mau tau nilai kelas lain, A1 86, A2 95, A3 89, A5 86, S1 89, S2 94, )
oyaaa bicara soal pengingatan nama,, kapan hari sapa ya.. aku, Alod, sama Karina kalo ga salah.. waktu nunggu di pos satpan depan, nunggu dijemput..pake jacket kelas nih ceritae..
kan ngomong2 sama pak satpam nya..dia lagi nyari anak A6 critanya..trus tanya sama kita "kamu kelas brp?" "IA 4!! Kenapa pak?" jawab kita. "Oh..saya lagi cari anak A6 ini........" terus lanjutannya yang bikin kaget!! "Oh ya se...itu lak lambang'e IA 4 !!" O_______O bookkkkk sampe satpam aja apal wkwkwkwkwkwk xDD
[doea]
DIULANG SEKALI LAGI, Wedding sang mantan wali kelas : January 18th Di Jombang.
Gereja kurang lebih jam 10 atau jam 11, langsung lanjut resepsi siang itu juga (prasmanan)
pengumuman barunyaaaa..
QUADRO SQUAD DIMINTA JADI KOOR NYA !!!!!!! XD
mohon kerja samanya. . . . .(terutama pelototi Edo hahaha..yah ngikuti obsesi pianis emang susah, tapi hasil'e kan apik..jadi yooo, susah2 dikit lah menuhi jalukan'e Edo wkwkwkwk)
[tiga]
yang satu ini buat Marisa, kuulang lagi yang udah taktulis di chatbox..
Mar, kalo mau buat blog, buat account sendiri dong..
jangan pake account kelas untuk blog pribadi....
ini berlaku untuk yang laen juga..tolong kesalahan ini jangan dilakukan lagi yaaa~~
thanks a lot.. ^___^
[empat]
ini buat Edo dan yang lain juga,
Januari kita misa natal ya.. misa seperti biasa bulanan di kapel sekolah..tapi bertema natal gichuuu..aku udah minta Romo Alex yang pimpin misa.. jadi tolong dijadiin bagus yaaa~~ sankyuuuu
rasae itu tok haha inget'e itu tok HUAHAHAHAHA XD
Posted, honorably, by yuichi-sama [036] of Quadro Squad
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
KISI-KISI KOMP ! FINALLY!
KISI – KISI ULANGAN TEKNOLOGI INFORMASI
(2008-2009)
KELAS XII – IA -IS
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| No | Materi | Sub Materi | Indikator | Bobot | |||
| Jenis | Sukar | Sedang | Mudah | ||||
| 1 | Pengenalan HTML | Pengenalan istilah-istilah internet | Siswa dapat menyebutkan istilah internet dan definisinya | PG | | v | |
| | | v | |||||
| Uraian | v | | | ||||
| | | Struktur dasar HTML | Siswa dapat membuat struktur dokumen HTML | PG | | | v |
| PG | | | v | ||||
| PG | | v | | ||||
| | | Tag HTML untuk teks | Siswa dapat membuat judul dengan heading | PG | | v | |
| | | | Siswa dapat membuat teks dengan paragraf | PG | | v | |
| | | | Siswa dapat menggunakan tag | PG | | v | |
| | | Single Tag HTML | Siswa dapat menggunakan single tag HTML | PG | | v | |
| PG | | V | | ||||
| PG | V | | | ||||
| PG | | | v | ||||
| | | Tag HTML untuk Hyperlink | Siswa dapat menyebutkan fungsi link Dan menggunakannya | PG | | v | |
| | | | | | | | |
| 2 | HTML Advance | List | Siswa dapat membuat daftar list dan macam macam list pada HTML | PG | v | | |
| PG | | v | | ||||
| PG | V | | | ||||
| PG | V | | | ||||
| | | Grafik dalam Halaman web | Siswa dapat menampilkan gambar pada halaman web | PG | | | v |
| | | Tabel | Siswa dapat membuat tabel pada web site dan dapat memodifikasi tabel | PG | | | V |
| | v | | |||||
| Uraian | | V | | ||||
| v | | | |||||
| | | Form dan Input | Siswa dapat memasukkan form dan input dalam HTML | PG | | | v |
| PG | | V | | ||||
| 3 | CSS 2 | Mengenal CSS | Siswa dapat memperindah web site dengan menggunakan CSS Siswa dapat membedakan internal dan external css Siswa dapat mengetahui tentang keuntungan menggunakan CSS | PG | | | V |
| | V | | |||||
| Uraian | | | v | ||||
| | V | | |||||
| V | | | |||||
| 4 | Aturan penulisan dan tipe data pada CSS 2 | Aturan penulisan | Siswa dapat mengetahui bagian bagian dari CSS2 | PG | | | v |
| PG | | | | ||||
| | | Tokenisasi | Siswa dapat mengerti tentang token, komentar, | Uraian | | v | |
| | v | | |||||
| PG | v | | | ||||
Salah Tafsir
Seorang guru SD mengajarkan kepada murid-muridnya tentang bahaya minuman keras.
Ia memasukan 2 ekor cacing masing-masing kedalam 1 botol mineral dan 1 botol whisky.
seperti yang ia duga, cacing yang berada di dalam botol mineral berada di dasar botol dan menggeliat masih hidup dan cacing yg berada di dalam botol whisky mati tak bergerak.
lalu guru tersebut menanyakan kepada murid-murid nya:
Guru: "Baik anak-anak, setelah melihat hal tadi, apa yang dapat kalian dapatkan?"
Anak-anak: " minumlah Whisky untuk mencegah cacingan!!! "
( =,= )a
Ia memasukan 2 ekor cacing masing-masing kedalam 1 botol mineral dan 1 botol whisky.
seperti yang ia duga, cacing yang berada di dalam botol mineral berada di dasar botol dan menggeliat masih hidup dan cacing yg berada di dalam botol whisky mati tak bergerak.
lalu guru tersebut menanyakan kepada murid-murid nya:
Guru: "Baik anak-anak, setelah melihat hal tadi, apa yang dapat kalian dapatkan?"
Anak-anak: " minumlah Whisky untuk mencegah cacingan!!! "
( =,= )a
And The Story Begins . . . . .
POOH AND ROBIN_INTRODUCTION
Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn’t. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh.
When i first heard his name, I said, just as you are going to say, “But I thought he was a boy?”
“So did I,” said Christopher Robin.
“Then you can’t call him Winnie?”
“I don’t.”
“But you said . . . .”
“He’s Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don’t you know what ‘ther’ means?”
“Ah, yes, now I do,” I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get.
Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort if he comes downstairs, and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire and listen to a story. This evening—
“What about a story?” said Christopher Robin.
“What about a story?” I said.
“Could you very sweet tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?”
“ I suppose I could,” I said. “What sort of stories does he like?”
“About himself. Because he’s that sort of bear.”
“Oh, I see.”
“So could you very sweetly?”
“I’ll try,” I said.
So I tried.
Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself under the name of Sanders.
(“What does ‘under the name’ mean?” asked Christopher Robin.
“It means he had the name over the door in gold letters, and lived under it.”
“Winnie-the-Pooh wasn’t quite sure,” said Christopher Robin.
“Now I am,” said a growly voice.
“Then I will go on,” said I.)
One day when he was out walking, he came to an open place in the middle of the forest, and in the middle of this place was a large oak-tree, and, from the top of the tree, there came a loud buzzy-noise.
Winnie-the-Pooh sat down at the foot of the tree, put his head between his paws and began to think.
First of all he said to himself: “That buzzing-noise means something. You don’t get a buzzing-noise like that, just buzzing and buzzing, without its meaning something. If there’s a buzzing-noise, somebody’s making a buzzing-noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you’re a bee.”
Then he thought another long time, and said: “And the only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey.”
“And then he got up, and said: “And the only reason of making honey is so as I can eat it.” So he began to climb the tree.
He climbed, and he climbed and he climbed and as he climbed he sang a little song to himself. It went like this:
Isn’t it funny
How a bear likes honey?
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
I wonder why he does?
Then he climbed a little further . . . and a little further . . . and then just a little further. By that time he had thought of another song:
It’s a very funny thought that, if Bears were Bees,
They’d build their nests at the bottom of trees.
And that being so (if the Bees were Bears),
We shouldn’t have to climb up all these stairs.
He was getting rather tired by this time, so that is why he sang a Complaining Song. He was nearly there now, and if he just stood on that branch . . .
Crack!
“Oh, help!” said Pooh, as he dropped ten feet on the branch below him.
“If only I hadn’t—“ he said, as he bounced twenty feet on to the next branch.
“You see, what I meant to do,” he explained, as he turned head-over-heels, and crashed on to another branch thirty feet below, “what I meant to do—“
“Of course, it was rather—“ he admitted, as he slithered very quickly through the next six branches.
“It all comes, I suppose,” he decided, as he said good-bye to the last branch, spun round three times, and flew gracefully into a gorse-bush, “it all comes of liking honey so much. Oh, help!”
He crawled out of the gorse-bush, brushed the prickles from his nose, and began to think again. And the first person he thought was Christopher Robin.
(“Was that me?” said Christopher Robin in an awed voice, hardly daring to believe it.
“That was you.”
Christopher Robin said nothing, but his eyes got larger and larger and his face got pinker and pinker.)
So Winnie-the-Pooh went round to his friend Christopher Robin, who lived behind a green door in another part of the forest.
“Good morning, Christopher Robin,” he said.
“Good morning Winnie-ther-Pooh,” said you.
“I wonder if you’ve got such a thing as a balloon about you?”
“A balloon?”
“Yes, I just said to myself coming along: ‘I wonder if Christopher Robin has such a thing as a balloon about him?’ I just said it to myself, thinking of balloons, and wondering.”
Winnie-the-Pooh looked round to see that nobody was listening, put his paw to his mouth, and said in a deep whisper: “Honey!”
“But you don’t get honey with balloons!”
“I do,” said Pooh.
Well, it just happened that you had been to a party the day before at the house of your friend Piglet, and you had balloons at the party. You had had a big green balloon; and one of Rabbit’s relations had had a big blue one, and had left it behind, being really too young to go to a party at all; and so you had brought the green one and the blue one home with you.
“Which one would you like?” you asked Pooh.
He put his head between his paws and thought very carefully.
“It’s like this,” he said. “When you go after honey with a balloon, the great thing is not to let the bees know you’re coming. Now, if you have a green balloon, they might think you were only part of the tree, and not notice you, and if you have a blue balloon, they might think you were only part of the sky, and not notice you, and the question is: Which is most likely?”
“Wouldn’t they notice you underneath the balloon?” you asked.
“They might or they might not,” said Winnie-the-Pooh. “You never can tell with bees.” He thought for a moment and said: “I shall try to look like a small black cloud. That will deceive them.”
“Then you better had have the blue balloon,” you said; and so it was decided.
Well, you both went out with the blue balloon, and you took your gun with you, just in case, as you always did, and Winnie-the-Pooh went to a very muddy place that he knew of, and rolled and rolled until he was black all over; and then, when the balloon was blown up as big as big, and you and Pooh were both holding on to the string, you let go suddenly, and Pooh Bear floated gracefully up into the sky, and stayed there—level with the top of the tree and about twenty feet away from it.
Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn’t. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh.
When i first heard his name, I said, just as you are going to say, “But I thought he was a boy?”
“So did I,” said Christopher Robin.
“Then you can’t call him Winnie?”
“I don’t.”
“But you said . . . .”
“He’s Winnie-ther-Pooh. Don’t you know what ‘ther’ means?”
“Ah, yes, now I do,” I said quickly; and I hope you do too, because it is all the explanation you are going to get.
Sometimes Winnie-the-Pooh likes a game of some sort if he comes downstairs, and sometimes he likes to sit quietly in front of the fire and listen to a story. This evening—
“What about a story?” said Christopher Robin.
“What about a story?” I said.
“Could you very sweet tell Winnie-the-Pooh one?”
“ I suppose I could,” I said. “What sort of stories does he like?”
“About himself. Because he’s that sort of bear.”
“Oh, I see.”
“So could you very sweetly?”
“I’ll try,” I said.
So I tried.
Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest all by himself under the name of Sanders.
(“What does ‘under the name’ mean?” asked Christopher Robin.
“It means he had the name over the door in gold letters, and lived under it.”
“Winnie-the-Pooh wasn’t quite sure,” said Christopher Robin.
“Now I am,” said a growly voice.
“Then I will go on,” said I.)
One day when he was out walking, he came to an open place in the middle of the forest, and in the middle of this place was a large oak-tree, and, from the top of the tree, there came a loud buzzy-noise.
Winnie-the-Pooh sat down at the foot of the tree, put his head between his paws and began to think.
First of all he said to himself: “That buzzing-noise means something. You don’t get a buzzing-noise like that, just buzzing and buzzing, without its meaning something. If there’s a buzzing-noise, somebody’s making a buzzing-noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you’re a bee.”
Then he thought another long time, and said: “And the only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey.”
“And then he got up, and said: “And the only reason of making honey is so as I can eat it.” So he began to climb the tree.
He climbed, and he climbed and he climbed and as he climbed he sang a little song to himself. It went like this:
Isn’t it funny
How a bear likes honey?
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
I wonder why he does?
Then he climbed a little further . . . and a little further . . . and then just a little further. By that time he had thought of another song:
It’s a very funny thought that, if Bears were Bees,
They’d build their nests at the bottom of trees.
And that being so (if the Bees were Bears),
We shouldn’t have to climb up all these stairs.
He was getting rather tired by this time, so that is why he sang a Complaining Song. He was nearly there now, and if he just stood on that branch . . .
Crack!
“Oh, help!” said Pooh, as he dropped ten feet on the branch below him.
“If only I hadn’t—“ he said, as he bounced twenty feet on to the next branch.
“You see, what I meant to do,” he explained, as he turned head-over-heels, and crashed on to another branch thirty feet below, “what I meant to do—“
“Of course, it was rather—“ he admitted, as he slithered very quickly through the next six branches.
“It all comes, I suppose,” he decided, as he said good-bye to the last branch, spun round three times, and flew gracefully into a gorse-bush, “it all comes of liking honey so much. Oh, help!”
He crawled out of the gorse-bush, brushed the prickles from his nose, and began to think again. And the first person he thought was Christopher Robin.
(“Was that me?” said Christopher Robin in an awed voice, hardly daring to believe it.
“That was you.”
Christopher Robin said nothing, but his eyes got larger and larger and his face got pinker and pinker.)
So Winnie-the-Pooh went round to his friend Christopher Robin, who lived behind a green door in another part of the forest.
“Good morning, Christopher Robin,” he said.
“Good morning Winnie-ther-Pooh,” said you.
“I wonder if you’ve got such a thing as a balloon about you?”
“A balloon?”
“Yes, I just said to myself coming along: ‘I wonder if Christopher Robin has such a thing as a balloon about him?’ I just said it to myself, thinking of balloons, and wondering.”
Winnie-the-Pooh looked round to see that nobody was listening, put his paw to his mouth, and said in a deep whisper: “Honey!”
“But you don’t get honey with balloons!”
“I do,” said Pooh.
Well, it just happened that you had been to a party the day before at the house of your friend Piglet, and you had balloons at the party. You had had a big green balloon; and one of Rabbit’s relations had had a big blue one, and had left it behind, being really too young to go to a party at all; and so you had brought the green one and the blue one home with you.
“Which one would you like?” you asked Pooh.
He put his head between his paws and thought very carefully.
“It’s like this,” he said. “When you go after honey with a balloon, the great thing is not to let the bees know you’re coming. Now, if you have a green balloon, they might think you were only part of the tree, and not notice you, and if you have a blue balloon, they might think you were only part of the sky, and not notice you, and the question is: Which is most likely?”
“Wouldn’t they notice you underneath the balloon?” you asked.
“They might or they might not,” said Winnie-the-Pooh. “You never can tell with bees.” He thought for a moment and said: “I shall try to look like a small black cloud. That will deceive them.”
“Then you better had have the blue balloon,” you said; and so it was decided.
Well, you both went out with the blue balloon, and you took your gun with you, just in case, as you always did, and Winnie-the-Pooh went to a very muddy place that he knew of, and rolled and rolled until he was black all over; and then, when the balloon was blown up as big as big, and you and Pooh were both holding on to the string, you let go suddenly, and Pooh Bear floated gracefully up into the sky, and stayed there—level with the top of the tree and about twenty feet away from it.
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