<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779223500346427280</id><updated>2011-07-30T23:55:36.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>simplified</title><subtitle type='html'>simple writing about every simple thing..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riahapsari.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779223500346427280/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riahapsari.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ria hapsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280369107942132854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDT4cGsluw0/S9rfhe3kknI/AAAAAAAAAAs/thaJ2mtiA9g/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779223500346427280.post-2948396918560346023</id><published>2010-05-03T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T07:40:20.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friends and the simplicity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Talking about friends must be very interesting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are people about whom I care. Friends of mine are people who know me well. I am not a kind of person who can easily get close with others. Even sometimes I need a long time to know others more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life, I have some friends, a lot! So far, they are nice.. I used to have close friends in my kindergarten such as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dyani&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inez&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lena&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shinta&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gayuh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;riris&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sisca&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bebet&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ivan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;winny&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kedit&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tito&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;robert&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;putri&lt;/span&gt;, and many more. They were fun! I also had them in my primary school because most of the students in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kanisius&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Demangan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Baru&lt;/span&gt; Kindergarten entered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Kanisius&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Demangan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Baru&lt;/span&gt; Primary School. Therefore, my friends were almost the same.. I had them with me for 6 years, and we still keep in touch with them right now.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt; nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in Junior High School, I had five closest friends. They were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;desi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ressa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;shinta&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;eka&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;roshanti&lt;/span&gt;. We had a four-boy-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;guardian&lt;/span&gt; also. They were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;alex&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;angga&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;anggara&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;dheni&lt;/span&gt;. We spent so much time together. We did bad and good things together.. great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. In Senior high school I had my great friends too. It's a little bit different because they helped me to grow and to be wiser. All my friends are good. I have nine close friends (too many? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;). I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;wening&lt;/span&gt; (called '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;gwen&lt;/span&gt;'), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;lia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;erna&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;linda&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;kiki&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;dewi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;icha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;anita&lt;/span&gt;, and vita. They are all crazy!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also had special friends besides them. They were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;ratna&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;tantri&lt;/span&gt; (sometimes with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;pipin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;indra&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;lukas&lt;/span&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BDT4cGsluw0/S97XH9_frXI/AAAAAAAAADM/Rt06QYL1bq8/s1600/100_0360.jpged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467043529574296946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BDT4cGsluw0/S97XH9_frXI/AAAAAAAAADM/Rt06QYL1bq8/s320/100_0360.jpged.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have our picture here..&lt;/div&gt;From left-right: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;ratna&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;tantri&lt;/span&gt;, me!&lt;br /&gt;location: near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Tantri's&lt;/span&gt; house-&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;tegalan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;sawah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We are best friends and still, we try to keep in contact each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDT4cGsluw0/S97b2uyXKfI/AAAAAAAAADc/VKSycy9-kFk/s1600/100_0365.jpged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467048730993043954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDT4cGsluw0/S97b2uyXKfI/AAAAAAAAADc/VKSycy9-kFk/s320/100_0365.jpged.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We share about anything.. They help me to grow up in Christ. They give me support to get closer with Jesus, my savior..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDT4cGsluw0/S97b2JXAx4I/AAAAAAAAADU/fT452W-yQVM/s1600/100_0362.jpged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467048720946218882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BDT4cGsluw0/S97b2JXAx4I/AAAAAAAAADU/fT452W-yQVM/s320/100_0362.jpged.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779223500346427280-2948396918560346023?l=riahapsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riahapsari.blogspot.com/feeds/2948396918560346023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riahapsari.blogspot.com/2010/05/talking-about-friends-must-be-very.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779223500346427280/posts/default/2948396918560346023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779223500346427280/posts/default/2948396918560346023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riahapsari.blogspot.com/2010/05/talking-about-friends-must-be-very.html' title='friends and the simplicity'/><author><name>ria hapsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280369107942132854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDT4cGsluw0/S9rfhe3kknI/AAAAAAAAAAs/thaJ2mtiA9g/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BDT4cGsluw0/S97XH9_frXI/AAAAAAAAADM/Rt06QYL1bq8/s72-c/100_0360.jpged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779223500346427280.post-5073431623113902913</id><published>2010-05-01T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T00:03:22.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when the time comes..</title><content type='html'>Being single is a problem for many people...&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't happen to me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm single in my 21 right now. So what? Some of my friends ever ask "Why don't you have someone in your life? A boy?"&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just answer "Hmm,,let's see.." I wonder why, but I believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;I know that HE knows me better than I know my self. That's why, I'm waiting for God's time..&lt;br /&gt;I don't know for sure about who, when, or where 'the one' will come. But one thing which I know for sure is that everything must be nice according to HIM. Therefore, I'm praying to God while waiting for His time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of that, and I realize that I must be better and better all the time. For this time, during my single period, perhaps I have to pay more attention to my study, to my family, and of course to my self.&lt;br /&gt;Those need me so much more this time.. So, this is the best way for me right now..being single..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the right time comes, and it brings along 'the one' with it, then I will just let it happen. I won't reject.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how and no matter why, I rely on God and I believe that God's planning is the best for those who believe in HIM. He promises that. He will never let His child alone and suffering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779223500346427280-5073431623113902913?l=riahapsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riahapsari.blogspot.com/feeds/5073431623113902913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riahapsari.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-time-comes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779223500346427280/posts/default/5073431623113902913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779223500346427280/posts/default/5073431623113902913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riahapsari.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-time-comes.html' title='when the time comes..'/><author><name>ria hapsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280369107942132854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDT4cGsluw0/S9rfhe3kknI/AAAAAAAAAAs/thaJ2mtiA9g/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779223500346427280.post-835405775046247130</id><published>2010-04-30T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T09:24:48.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>simplified</title><content type='html'>I'm just an ordinary girl, a simple one.. I never make myself busy with anything called 'girl-must-deal-with-things'..&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't mean that I'm not a real girl. I am!&lt;br /&gt;Never ever ask me about the newest fashion, cause I don't have the right answer for that question.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't really know about that. I just wear and put anything on my body which make me comfortable. And one thing, I do not like anything excessive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in Yogyakarta with my lovely family. A big one. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;A family with five children..It's a little bit different from other families which consist only of 2-3 children.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the third child,,being in the middle is fun..but hard..&lt;br /&gt;Having two older sister, one younger sister and brother is quite difficult. I have to be able to understand both sides..Two persons before and after me..hahah&lt;br /&gt;But it's great..and i enjoy that, although sometimes i find it hard to be neutral,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father tends to deal with many things besides my family. But I always know that he loves us ever more..&lt;br /&gt;My mom? She is a caring mother, although sometimes (or often) she suddenly be a sharp-tounged woman..especially when everything is going wrong..&lt;br /&gt;but She loves us sooo much! ^^&lt;br /&gt;My sisters and brother are nice persons..I often have quarrels with them,, But that makes my life sooo colorful..&lt;br /&gt;I love my family very much.. And you know what?&lt;br /&gt;My biggest dream is to make them happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779223500346427280-835405775046247130?l=riahapsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riahapsari.blogspot.com/feeds/835405775046247130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riahapsari.blogspot.com/2010/04/simplified.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779223500346427280/posts/default/835405775046247130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779223500346427280/posts/default/835405775046247130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riahapsari.blogspot.com/2010/04/simplified.html' title='simplified'/><author><name>ria hapsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280369107942132854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDT4cGsluw0/S9rfhe3kknI/AAAAAAAAAAs/thaJ2mtiA9g/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779223500346427280.post-3848954846535696068</id><published>2009-05-27T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:45:03.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADJECTIVE CLAUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEFINITIONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clause&lt;/strong&gt; is a group of words containing subject and verb.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Independent Clause &lt;/strong&gt;is a complete sentence. It contains the main subject and verb of a sentence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dependent Clause&lt;/strong&gt; is not a complete sentence. It must be connected to an independent clause.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adjective Clause &lt;/strong&gt;is a dependent clause that modofies a noun. It describes, identifies, or gives further information about a noun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;USING SUBJECT PRONOUNS : &lt;em&gt;WHO, WHICH, THAT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thanked the woman. She helped me. (I thanked the woman &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; helped me.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The book is mine. It is on the table. (The book &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is on the table is mine. OR The book &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;is on the table is mine.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;who: used for people, which: used for things, that: used for both people and things&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/:ATOMICELEMENT&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;USING OBJECT PRONOUNS: &lt;em&gt;WHO(M), WHICH, THAT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The man was Mr. Jim. I saw him. (The man &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who(m)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I saw was Mr. Jim.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The movie wasn't very good. We saw it last night. (The movie &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;we saw last night wasn't very good.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;who(m): used for people, which: used for things, that: used for both people and things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;USING &lt;em&gt;WHOSE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know the man. His bicycle was stolen. (I know the man &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whose&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;bicycle was stolen.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;whose: used to show possession&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;USING &lt;em&gt;WHERE&lt;/em&gt; AND &lt;em&gt;WHEN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The building is very old. He lives there. (The building &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;where&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;he lives is very old.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll never forget the day. I met you on that day. (I'll never forget the day &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;when&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I met you.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;where: used to modify a place, when: used to modify a noun of time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXCERCISE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Combine the sentences using the second sentence as an adjective clause.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The city was beautiful. We spent our vacation there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The town is small. I grew up there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;July is the month. The weather is usually the hottest in that month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The girl is happy. She won the race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The people were very nice. We visited them yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The taxi driver was friendly. He took me to the airport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I like the composition. You wrote it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The man called the police. His wallet was stollen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The people were nice. We visited their house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I live in a dormitory. Its residents come from many countries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779223500346427280-3848954846535696068?l=riahapsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riahapsari.blogspot.com/feeds/3848954846535696068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riahapsari.blogspot.com/2009/05/adjective-clause_27.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779223500346427280/posts/default/3848954846535696068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779223500346427280/posts/default/3848954846535696068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riahapsari.blogspot.com/2009/05/adjective-clause_27.html' title='ADJECTIVE CLAUSE'/><author><name>ria hapsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280369107942132854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDT4cGsluw0/S9rfhe3kknI/AAAAAAAAAAs/thaJ2mtiA9g/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1779223500346427280.post-4608607533890503433</id><published>2009-05-26T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:31:46.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WORKING STUDENTS</title><content type='html'>WORKING WHILE STUDYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Study is an important thing for many people. Many people study in order to get knowledge, especially for those who want to work. They expect to get knowledge to support them to get job. Nowadays, we can find many students who are working while they are studying, especially who are studying in universities. Is working beneficial for students? Many people do not think that working while studying is beneficial, but I don’t think so. In my opinion, working while studying is beneficial.&lt;br /&gt;The first reason for the working students is to get the experience. Students who are working while studying may get experience, especially when their job is suitable with their academic field. Of course they want to get a suitable job with their academic field after they graduate. It will help them to get used to work. And the result is a readiness for their future job. Other people think that students who are working while studying may not focus on their study. But in fact, students will be helped by their job.&lt;br /&gt;When students are working, unconsciously they are also studying. For example, students of English Language Education Study Program are working as teachers of English private courses. When they are working, they are also studying to be teachers. They study to explain some English materials in English language, and they have to be able to make their students understand. Working will support them to get better marks. That’s why, working is helpful.&lt;br /&gt;The second reason is economic problem. Students who are working may be motivated by economic problem. By working, of course they will get extra money, so that they may use that money to fulfill their needs. People who disagree think that students have to study. They do not need to do anything besides studying because their parents will take care of them and will do anything to pay their school fee. But I have a different think about that. Taking care of the children is parents’ duty and paying children’s school fee is their responsibility. However, working students are good. They help their parents in economic aspect. They lighten their parents’ burden. By doing so, at least they are learning to be responsible of themselves. It is very useful for their future when they have to be apart from their parents and be independent.&lt;br /&gt;It’s clear that working while studying is beneficial for students. Even it is not only beneficial for the students, but also for people around them. Some benefits of working are helping the students to adapt with their job in the future, supporting their study, and helping their parents by earning extra money. Therefore it’s better for students to get job while they are studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1779223500346427280-4608607533890503433?l=riahapsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riahapsari.blogspot.com/feeds/4608607533890503433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riahapsari.blogspot.com/2009/05/working-students.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779223500346427280/posts/default/4608607533890503433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1779223500346427280/posts/default/4608607533890503433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riahapsari.blogspot.com/2009/05/working-students.html' title='WORKING STUDENTS'/><author><name>ria hapsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09280369107942132854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BDT4cGsluw0/S9rfhe3kknI/AAAAAAAAAAs/thaJ2mtiA9g/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
