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Monday, January 26, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Cheat Super Smash Bros(wii)(untuk dapatkan characters)
| Characternya | Cara Mendapatkannya |
|---|---|
| Jigglypuff | 350 Brawl Matches OR Fight her in Swamp stage in SSE after completing it OR complete SSE then Events 1-20 |
| Captain Falcon | 70 Brawl Matches OR Have him join in SSE OR Beat Classic in 12 minutes or less then defeat him in the following match |
| Sonic | 300 Brawl Matches OR Have him join in SSE OR Beat Classic Mode with 10 characters |
| Luigi | 22 Brawl Matches OR Have him join in SSE OR Complete Classic without continuing |
| Snake | 130 Brawl Matches OR Have him join in SSE OR Play 15 matches on Shadow Moses Island |
| Lucario | 100 Brawl Matches OR Have him join in SSE OR Complete all 5 Target Tests with a character |
| Ness | 5 Brawl Matches OR Have him join in SSE OR Reflect ten projectiles |
| Falco | 50 Brawl Matches OR Have him join in SSE OR Complete 100-man brawl |
| Mr. Game & Watch | 250 Brawl Matches OR Have him join in SSE OR Clear Target Tests on any level with 30+ characters |
| Toon Link | 400 Brawl Matches OR Fight him in Forest stage in SSE after completing it OR After beating SSE, finish the Classic mode |
| Wolf | 450 Brawl Matches OR Fight him in Ruins stage in SSE after completing it OR Complete Boss Mode with Fox or Falco |
| R.O.B. (Robot) | 160 Brawl Matches OR Have him join in SSE OR Get 250 different Trophies |
| Ganondorf | 200 Brawl Matches OR Collect Zelda and Link trophies in SSE to have him join you OR Clear Classic on Hard with Link or Zelda |
| Marth | 10 Brawl Matches OR Have him join in SSE OR Finish Classic on any difficulty |
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Kembalian kok permen???????
Pada hari Rabu tanggal 21 Januari 2009.Mamaku membeli makanan&minuman untuk adik Najwa.Di swalayan SD Budi Mulia Dua.kan mamaku belanjanya Rp.6.700.Tetapi kembaliannya 300nya masa permen.Emangnya boleh mbayarnya pakai permen?iyakan...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????////??????????????????????????????/!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@#########################################################
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Hari Sabtu 19 Januari 2009
Hallo........Hari ini aku saat pagi-pagi aku diajak papa kekampusnya papa dahulu , setelah itu aku keTaman Pintar.Lalu aku langsung mandi.Habis mandi aku sarapan di soto Pak Musthofa.Ternyata harganya mahal.Tapi nggak papa..ah...yg penting kenyang.Habis itu aku antarin adek dan mama kekampusnya mama.Lalu aku kekampusnya papa dahulu.Setelah itu,kan dikampusnya papa ada warnet jadi aku ke warnwt aja.Tetapi akau malah betah di warnet terus karena ada game:Counter Strike,Red Ace Squardon,Cleopatra,MR.Robot dan Chicken Farm.
SELESAI
SELESAI
Friday, January 16, 2009
Doa&Lagu untuk Gaza
Akan ada sekelompok orang di antara umatku yang senantiasa membela kebenaran, akan mengalahkan musuh-musuh mereka. Orang-orang yang menyelisihinya tidak akan membahayakannya melainkan hanya menimpakan cobaan hingga datangnya ketentuan Allah, dan mereka tetap dalam keadaan seperti itu. Mereka (para shahabat) bertanya; Wahai Rasulullah, di manakah mereka? Rasulullah menjawab; Di Baitul maqdis, dan di sekitar Baitul Maqdis.(HR. Ahmad)
Semoga Gaza selalu bisa bertahan, We Will Not Go Down .....Amien...
Berikut lirik sebuah lagu dari michael heart cukup menyentuh dan bisa di download disini,
WE WILL NOT GO DOWN (Song for Gaza)
(Composed by Michael Heart)
Copyright 2009
A blinding flash of white light
Lit up the sky over Gaza tonight
People running for cover
Not knowing whether they’re dead or alive
They came with their tanks and their planes
With ravaging fiery flames
And nothing remains
Just a voice rising up in the smoky haze
We will not go down
In the night, without a fight
You can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools
But our spirit will never die
We will not go down
In Gaza tonight
Women and children alike
Murdered and massacred night after night
While the so-called leaders of countries afar
Debated on who’s wrong or right
But their powerless words were in vain
And the bombs fell down like acid rain
But through the tears and the blood and the pain
You can still hear that voice through the smoky haze
We will not go down
In the night, without a fight
You can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools
But our spirit will never die
We will not go down
In Gaza tonight
By:Papa
Semoga Gaza selalu bisa bertahan, We Will Not Go Down .....Amien...
Berikut lirik sebuah lagu dari michael heart cukup menyentuh dan bisa di download disini,
WE WILL NOT GO DOWN (Song for Gaza)
(Composed by Michael Heart)
Copyright 2009
A blinding flash of white light
Lit up the sky over Gaza tonight
People running for cover
Not knowing whether they’re dead or alive
They came with their tanks and their planes
With ravaging fiery flames
And nothing remains
Just a voice rising up in the smoky haze
We will not go down
In the night, without a fight
You can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools
But our spirit will never die
We will not go down
In Gaza tonight
Women and children alike
Murdered and massacred night after night
While the so-called leaders of countries afar
Debated on who’s wrong or right
But their powerless words were in vain
And the bombs fell down like acid rain
But through the tears and the blood and the pain
You can still hear that voice through the smoky haze
We will not go down
In the night, without a fight
You can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools
But our spirit will never die
We will not go down
In Gaza tonight
By:Papa
Friday, January 02, 2009
Nama senjata
Ak-47
BAR
Tren Gun
Kar 98k
IDF Defender
Bullpup
Type 99
Type 100
Scooped
Springfield
Magnum Sniper Rifle
M21
MG42
BM37
M20
M1 Garand
M1 Carbin
Breda
Berreta
M9 Bazooka
Panzerscherk
Flarkflying
Flamethrower
D3AU
HE Grenade
Smoke Grenade
Frag Grenade
Gewebr
Nagant Sniper
Machine Gun
SS1
YANG LAIN CARI DI WIKEPEDIA:http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daftar_senjata_api
BAR
Tren Gun
Kar 98k
IDF Defender
Bullpup
Type 99
Type 100
Scooped
Springfield
Magnum Sniper Rifle
M21
MG42
BM37
M20
M1 Garand
M1 Carbin
Breda
Berreta
M9 Bazooka
Panzerscherk
Flarkflying
Flamethrower
D3AU
HE Grenade
Smoke Grenade
Frag Grenade
Gewebr
Nagant Sniper
Machine Gun
SS1
YANG LAIN CARI DI WIKEPEDIA:http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daftar_senjata_api
THE LEGACY OF THE WORLD WAR II GYRENE
The Marines of the Second World War are old now, very old; near the end of their lives. With canes, walkers, and wheelchairs they make their fragile way through the world. Most that still live are in their eighties. They are dying fast, like the ones did who fell on the Pacific islands 60 years ago and more.
The few remaining World War II Marines appear the same as old people anywhere. But, there are some subtle differences, if you know how to look. Many of them wear faded Marine Corps tattooes on their arms, souveniers of forgotten liberties in Dago, Honolulu, or Jacksonville. They carry the old scars, hard earned in desperate battles at places such as Edson's Ridge, the Meatgrinder, and Sugar Loaf. Inside, there are other scars that cannot be seen, memories and thoughts that ache in the night.
When they were just teenagers, the Marines of World War II marched proudly across the parade decks at Parris Island and San Diego. They hitch-hiked to Washington DC, and Los Angeles, and spent the weekends with their buddies in slop chutes. They lived in tent cities and breathed the dust of camps with names like Elliot, Pendleton, Maui and Tarawa. They chased girls in Wellington and Melbourne, lived as fast as they could, and wrote letters to their folks back home.
They should have been building jalopies, going to college ball games, and taking their high school sweethearts to the prom. Instead, they learned to hike, to shoot, and to maneuver. No matter where they were, the Marines knew they would soon shove off for the next camp, the next staging area, the next beachhead. There was no rotation plan, no shortcut back to the states. There were only two ways home - the end of the war, or the million dollar wound. There was a third way, but Marines didn't dwell on that; they couldn't.
The Marines knew something about death - too much. In their youth, they were already familiar with cemeteries. Each time they returned to their camps after an operation meant empty bunks, buddies who were just gone, and holes in the platoon to be filled with replacements. The phrase "kill or be killed" was more than empty words to them. It was life and death.
With the world in conflict, the Marines saw, smelled and tasted war on the most intensely personal level. They stood on the rails of darkened troopships and wondered how long they had to live. They looked at their buddies standing in formations and asked themselves, "I wonder who isn't gonna make it?" They saw too many of their best friends die in the most horrible ways possible.
Just boys really, they answered the call of duty. That call took them into combat against the toughest opponent in our nation's history; the Empire of Japan. Across fire-swept beaches, in trackless jungles, on rugged coral ridges, the Marines of World War II kept going. Their buddies died, they closed ranks, regrouped, and moved out. Every battle, every campaign, each freshly dug grave was a marker on the Road to Tokyo.
When the war was over, the Marines moved on with their lives. They raised families, went to work, and tried to find their piece of the American dream. The medals were put away in boxes, or maybe framed and hung on the wall. As best they could, the Marines tried to forget the time when life counted for nothing, when eternity was measured in seconds, when the only thing that mattered was the next beachhead.
Today, we honor the memory of the World War II Gyrenes. The modern Marine Corps was shaped by their war. Amphibious tactics and techniques were honed in the Pacific campaigns. But the World War II Marine passed on more than just tactical knowledge. His courage, his humility, and his sacrifices in the crucible of war have burnished the Marine Corps Emblem - today and forever. Long after the last Second World War Marine has passed on, he will be remembered. His legacy lives today and always, wherever American Marines serve, in peace or in war.
SEMPER FIDELIS!
(above) Last Rites for the Sergeant, by Kerr Eby - 1944
charcoal - US Navy Combat Art Collection
"...I met Speedy and noticed that he was carrying his guitar. We trudged toward the camp. "Reckon we could stop at the cemetery and say goodbye?"
We walked through the white wooden archway where the sign read—SECOND MARINE DIVISION CEMETERY. I supposed it wasn't much different from any other cemetery in the world—except for Speedy and me. We found the Sixth Marines' section and slowly wandered between the mounds and crosses. We stopped for a moment at each grave and for that moment remembered something, the kind of thing a guy remembers about another guy. Some crazy little thing that just stuck in the mind.
JONES, L.Q., PFC...ROJAS, PEDRO, PHM 1/C...HODGKISS, MARION, CPL...GOMEZ, JOSEPH, PVT...HUXLEY, SAMUEL, LT. COL...MCQUADE, KEVIN, MGY SGT...SHAPIRO, MAX, CAPTAIN...KEATS, JACK, MARINE GUNNER...BROWN, CYRIL, PFC....
Speedy stopped over Seabags' grave and parted his lips. "I sort of made a promise, Mac." His fingers strummed a chord, but he could not sing..."
Battle Cry by Leon Uris
The few remaining World War II Marines appear the same as old people anywhere. But, there are some subtle differences, if you know how to look. Many of them wear faded Marine Corps tattooes on their arms, souveniers of forgotten liberties in Dago, Honolulu, or Jacksonville. They carry the old scars, hard earned in desperate battles at places such as Edson's Ridge, the Meatgrinder, and Sugar Loaf. Inside, there are other scars that cannot be seen, memories and thoughts that ache in the night.
When they were just teenagers, the Marines of World War II marched proudly across the parade decks at Parris Island and San Diego. They hitch-hiked to Washington DC, and Los Angeles, and spent the weekends with their buddies in slop chutes. They lived in tent cities and breathed the dust of camps with names like Elliot, Pendleton, Maui and Tarawa. They chased girls in Wellington and Melbourne, lived as fast as they could, and wrote letters to their folks back home.
They should have been building jalopies, going to college ball games, and taking their high school sweethearts to the prom. Instead, they learned to hike, to shoot, and to maneuver. No matter where they were, the Marines knew they would soon shove off for the next camp, the next staging area, the next beachhead. There was no rotation plan, no shortcut back to the states. There were only two ways home - the end of the war, or the million dollar wound. There was a third way, but Marines didn't dwell on that; they couldn't.
The Marines knew something about death - too much. In their youth, they were already familiar with cemeteries. Each time they returned to their camps after an operation meant empty bunks, buddies who were just gone, and holes in the platoon to be filled with replacements. The phrase "kill or be killed" was more than empty words to them. It was life and death.
With the world in conflict, the Marines saw, smelled and tasted war on the most intensely personal level. They stood on the rails of darkened troopships and wondered how long they had to live. They looked at their buddies standing in formations and asked themselves, "I wonder who isn't gonna make it?" They saw too many of their best friends die in the most horrible ways possible.
Just boys really, they answered the call of duty. That call took them into combat against the toughest opponent in our nation's history; the Empire of Japan. Across fire-swept beaches, in trackless jungles, on rugged coral ridges, the Marines of World War II kept going. Their buddies died, they closed ranks, regrouped, and moved out. Every battle, every campaign, each freshly dug grave was a marker on the Road to Tokyo.
When the war was over, the Marines moved on with their lives. They raised families, went to work, and tried to find their piece of the American dream. The medals were put away in boxes, or maybe framed and hung on the wall. As best they could, the Marines tried to forget the time when life counted for nothing, when eternity was measured in seconds, when the only thing that mattered was the next beachhead.
Today, we honor the memory of the World War II Gyrenes. The modern Marine Corps was shaped by their war. Amphibious tactics and techniques were honed in the Pacific campaigns. But the World War II Marine passed on more than just tactical knowledge. His courage, his humility, and his sacrifices in the crucible of war have burnished the Marine Corps Emblem - today and forever. Long after the last Second World War Marine has passed on, he will be remembered. His legacy lives today and always, wherever American Marines serve, in peace or in war.
SEMPER FIDELIS!
(above) Last Rites for the Sergeant, by Kerr Eby - 1944
charcoal - US Navy Combat Art Collection
"...I met Speedy and noticed that he was carrying his guitar. We trudged toward the camp. "Reckon we could stop at the cemetery and say goodbye?"
We walked through the white wooden archway where the sign read—SECOND MARINE DIVISION CEMETERY. I supposed it wasn't much different from any other cemetery in the world—except for Speedy and me. We found the Sixth Marines' section and slowly wandered between the mounds and crosses. We stopped for a moment at each grave and for that moment remembered something, the kind of thing a guy remembers about another guy. Some crazy little thing that just stuck in the mind.
JONES, L.Q., PFC...ROJAS, PEDRO, PHM 1/C...HODGKISS, MARION, CPL...GOMEZ, JOSEPH, PVT...HUXLEY, SAMUEL, LT. COL...MCQUADE, KEVIN, MGY SGT...SHAPIRO, MAX, CAPTAIN...KEATS, JACK, MARINE GUNNER...BROWN, CYRIL, PFC....
Speedy stopped over Seabags' grave and parted his lips. "I sort of made a promise, Mac." His fingers strummed a chord, but he could not sing..."
Battle Cry by Leon Uris
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