It is proven that as social media becomes the latest branding strategy,
networking technique, job seeking tool and recruitment method, it's
becoming the latest way for people to get job offers rescinded,
reprimanded at work and even fired.
CNN has written a headline story back in 2009, regarding the dangers of
social media in workplaces and how what a person posts, can in fact
effect their job. In this case Twitter, a major social networking
website was how an employee for Cisco was reprimanded, after he posted,
"Cisco just offered me a job! Now I have to weigh the utility of a fatty
paycheck against the daily commute to San Jose and hating the work".
Cisco is clearly a web developed company, advertising everywhere, so not
computer-illiterate. A partner advocate for Cisco saw the tweet and
responded with "Who is the hiring manger, I'm sure they would love to
know that you will hate the work. We here at Cisco are versed in the
Web." - While it isn't clear what the outcome was of this conversation,
you can obviously see that the employer of the hiring company had
noticed.
In the same CNN report, it focuses on Facebook, where even more
companies are advertising and open to the public. " Kimberly Swann, a
former employee for Ivell Marketing and Logistics of Clacton, U.K.,
thought her job was boring -- and she said so on her Facebook page,
according to an article in The Daily Telegraph. Swann was called into
her manager's office and handed a letter that cited her Facebook
comments as the reason for dismissal: It stated ... "Following your
comments made on Facebook about your job and the company we feel it is
better that, as you are not happy and do not enjoy your work we end your
employment with Ivell Marketing & Logistics with immediate effect."
While she was communicating with her friends, posting her frustration
with her boredom, the company looks for their best interest in letting
her go. This all in 2009 (or so), which is almost 4 years later and the
social media flow is only increasing.
Lastly, education as a result of social networking has negative effects.
Go to Yahoo Answers and see how many people use networking to try and
answer their math homework or the science equation they need to balance.
Thousands, if not millions of students immediately turn to social
networking to be able to complete their homework (for them). For
students today, they forget the need to filter the information they
post. Many colleges and potential employers take a look at an
applicant"s social networking profiles before granting acceptance or
interviews. Most students don"t constantly evaluate the content they"re
publishing online, which can bring about negative consequences months or
years down the road.
References
(1) - CNN Article - http://www.cnn.com...
(2) - Edudemic Article - http://edudemic.com...
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Announcement
How to apply to University of Cambridge
Applying from outside the EU
All applicants to the University of Cambridge must complete a UCAS application and submit it to UCAS by the relevant deadline. In addition to a UCAS application, applicants from outside the European Union (EU) must complete and submit a Cambridge Online Preliminary Application (COPA). Please note, there is an overseas application fee of £30.00 associated with the COPA. See COPA fees for further details.
In both your UCAS application and COPA, you should indicate the Cambridge College to which you wish to apply. It is essential that your choice of Cambridge College on your UCAS application and COPA match. If there is a discrepancy, your choice of College on your UCAS application will take precedence. Please note that it is not possible under any circumstances to change your choice of Cambridge College once you have submitted your UCAS application and COPA. If you have no preference for a particular College, you can choose to make an 'open' application, where your application is allocated by a computer program to a College. Please note that affiliated applicants must apply to a College - there is no open application route for affiliated applicants.
For most students, the deadline for receipt of their UCAS application and COPA is 15 October 2013. However, if you'd like to be interviewed in one of the countries where we conduct overseas interviews, earlier deadlines may apply.
What happens once I have submitted both my UCAS and COPA applications?
Once you have submitted your UCAS application, you will receive an email from us directing you to complete the Supplementary Application Questionnaire (SAQ) by a specific deadline. You must log in to the SAQ and enter the COPA Reference Number you received when you submitted the COPA. Your application to the University will not be valid until you have submitted the SAQ as well.
Please note that it may take up to 24 hours for the email containing your COPA Reference Number to come through. It will also take a short time for your UCAS application to be processed, so you will not receive the email containing details of the SAQ immediately. In both instances, please check your email inbox regularly as well as your 'junk'/'spam' folder.
You may be required to submit academic transcripts for your application to the University of Cambridge to be valid. To determine whether you are required to submit transcripts, please see our Transcript submission webpage.
Interviews
All applicants who have a realistic chance of being offered a place are invited to attend an interview. The University conducts a number of interviews overseas and for 2014 entry/2015 deferred entry these will take place in Australia, Canada, China, Hong Kong, India, Malaysia, Pakistan and Singapore.
A reasonable standard in spoken English is required at the time of interview. For example an overall IELTS score of 6 for sciences or 6.5 for arts and social sciences would normally be regarded as a reasonable score at the point of application.
Please note the following restrictions:
- if interviews are held in your home or school country, you can only request an interview in that country or in Cambridge – applicants for Architecture, History of Art, Classics and Music are advised to apply to be considered for an interview in Cambridge
- interviews in Canada are only available to applicants who are resident or at school/university in Canada or who are Canadian nationals resident elsewhere
- interviews in Hong Kong are only available to applicants who are domiciled, permanently resident or at school/university in the special administrative region of Hong Kong
- interviews in Australia are only available to applicants who are resident or currently at school in Australia, New Zealand, or a Pacific Island
Applicants who are eligible to be interviewed in a country listed above are strongly advised to apply by the appropriate deadline and request an interview in that country. There is no advantage to being interviewed in Cambridge.
Overseas interviewers are academic experts with a broad range of subject expertise and experience in admissions who are appointed by the Colleges of the University of Cambridge to interview applicants on their behalf. Many of them are current or recent Admissions Tutors and Senior Tutors with considerable experience in comparing fields of applicants across subjects. For more information on interviews see our main Interviews pages.
If you are selected for an interview outside the UK, you will be required to pay an interview fee of £120. Further information on this payment and when to pay it will be provided in the correspondence inviting you to attend an interview.
If you would like to be considered for interview overseas, both your COPA and your UCAS applications must be submitted by the appropriate date:
Application timetable
Please see the main Applying to Cambridge pages for full details about the application and selection process.| Date | Application process |
|---|---|
| April 2013 onwards | Research the courses available at Cambridge and consider your College or open application choice |
| May 2013 onwards | If, after looking at the information online, you have identified a College you would like to apply to, write informally to the Admissions Tutor of that College (names and addresses are given in College profiles), informing him/her of your plans and circumstances. It would be useful if you could give as much information as possible about the courses you are currently studying in your own country; the scores you are achieving and the course you wish to study, to enable the Tutor to assess your academic potential. |
| June-October 2013 | Complete and submit your COPA together with the appropriate application fee. Open applications are processed by computer program and are allocated to Colleges, which thereafter take over the admissions process and will contact you directly. You must also submit a UCAS application by the relevant deadline. |
| 9 September 2013 | Students who would like to be interviewed in India:
|
| 20 September 2013 | Students who would like to be interviewed in Australia*, Malaysia, Singapore or China:
|
| 15 October 2013 | Students who would like to be interviewed in Cambridge, Canada*, Hong Kong*, or Pakistan:
|
| 22 October 2013 | Supplementary Application Questionnaire (SAQ) must have been submitted by 12pm noon (GMT) |
| September-December 2013 | Applicants are interviewed. Overseas applicants may be asked to submit samples of their work/sit admissions tests. See Interviews and Additional Work or Tests for further info. |
| January 2014 | Applicants are notified of decisions. The possibilities are:
|
| October 2014 | Academic year starts |
Questions
1.What are the informations we can get from text above?
2. What is the announcement about?
3. What are the requirements to apply there?
source : http://www.study.cam.ac.uk/undergraduate/international/applying.html
Thursday, September 19, 2013
The Backward Fall
Author : Jason Helmandollar
"Dad?" she says. "I swear, I can't remember the words to my own songs." She is sixty-two and sitting on the edge of the couch, her old acoustic guitar perched on her knee.
Her husband of forty-seven years walks into the living room from the kitchen. "What's that, Mom?" he says. For decades, ever since they had their third child together, he has called her Mom and she has called him Dad.
"I can't remember how the second verse starts."
"Well, what are you singing?"
"You must be ignoring me. I've been trying to sing the same song for the last twenty minutes."
George, her husband, looks up at the ceiling. "Well, let's see," he says, rubbing the gray stubble of his beard. "Picking Flowers in the Rain?"
She smiles and strums the guitar with a flourish. "Lucky guess."
"The second verse is when it starts to rain. Something about drops on the petals, I believe."
"Of course." She nods her head once. "How could I have forgotten that?"
She begins to play again, simple chords on a wooden guitar, and sings a song she wrote when she was much younger. It is the story of two lovers who walk in a field of wildflowers. A warm rain begins to fall, and instead of running for shelter, they pick flowers together and realize they are in love.
*
"Dad?" she says. She is sixty-four. "Will you get in that closet by the door and …"
"What's that, Mom?" he says. He is instantly on his feet, poised to do her bidding. "What do you want me to do?"
He sees the look on her face and lowers himself back into his chair. He hates that look, although he sees it so often it has become his old, evil friend. It is a look of confusion, one of bewildered fear.
"I forgot what I wanted." She shakes her head, settles back into her own chair.
"That's all right. It'll come to you."
She stares straight ahead. Their two recliners are set up in front of the television, but she rarely watches anymore. After a few moments, she turns her head to him. "What are we going to do when I can't remember anything?"
"The doctors said it might not get any worse. You know that."
"But what if it does? What if one day I wake up and I've forgotten everything?"
He reaches across the small table between them and pats her hand. "Then I'll just remind you of everything."
She smiles at this and the evil look fades away. Above the television is a mantle full of pictures. Her entire family, from her grandparents to her own great-grandchildren, rest on that mantle. She ignores the television and stares at the pictures, even though they are too far away to really see. After a few minutes, she says, "My feet are cold. Will you get me the blanket out of the closet by the door?"
*
"Did you fill up the tank like I told you?" she asks. She is sixty-five. She is also forty-eight. "Once we get on the road, I don't want to have to stop for gas."
He looks at her for a moment, bobs his head, and turns back to the television.
"Aren't you going to answer me?"
"I don't even know what you're talking about, Mom."
"The tank. Did you fill up the tank?"
Sighing, he mutes the program he is watching about ancient people in Peru. He has always wanted to see the Incan ruins of Machu Picchu. Several years ago, he embraced the fact that he will never go. "Why would I fill up the car? We never go anywhere but to the grocery store once a week."
She laughs and shakes her head. "You can be so dull sometimes. The Grand Canyon!"
"The Grand Canyon?"
"We're leaving tomorrow."
"Mom, we went to the Grand Canyon over fifteen years ago. Don't you remember?"
She raises a finger to correct him, pauses, looks off into nowhere with her eyes unfocused. The finger moves to her bottom lip. "But, I …"
He watches her for a time as her face voids of all emotion, all evidence of thought. He thinks of the Grand Canyon, which they visited shortly after he retired from the factory on disability. On his first day without a job, he cashed in almost all their chips and bought a motor home. They drove it all over the country – but first, to the Grand Canyon. They called it The Big Adventure, their three year jaunt from one ocean to the other and back again. They felt so young during that time.
He un-mutes his program and, like he does every minute of every day, tries to breathe through the pounding of his heart.
"I heard they have mules you can ride down into the canyon," she says. "You think that's true?"
Her hand is resting on the table between them. He reaches over and grasps it. In his mind's eye he sees her body rocking forward and back as the mule traverses the rocky trail, her reddish-gray hair lit from behind by the desert sun.
"I'm sure of it," he says.
*
A hand on his shoulder shakes him from sleep. He props himself up in bed and looks at the clock. Nearly four in the morning. "What is it, Mom? What's wrong?"
"I need to tell you something." She is sixty-seven. She is thirty-one.
He sits up and turns on the lamp.
"Wendell Thurber kissed me on the mouth today," she says.
"Wendell Thurber?"
"We've been taking lunch together quite a bit lately and today he kissed me." She lowers her eyes to the blanket. "He did it before I even knew what was happening."
George remembers this conversation. It was years and years ago, during a time when she worked at the factory for several months to help save for their first real house. He stares at her but says nothing.
"Here's the thing, George," she says. "Things haven't been right with us for a long time. You don't seem to appreciate me anymore."
"I appreciate you."
"You don't act like it."
At the time, he hadn't acted like it. For some reason, he'd fallen into a pattern of ignoring her, of taking her for granted, without even realizing he was doing it. This was the conversation when she had called him out.
"I've had a crush on Wendell Thurber for awhile," she says. "Today, he showed me that he feels the same way." She clutches the blanket to her. "I'm telling you this because I love you. I just want you to know that there are other men out there who might treat me like I deserve to be treated."
It was quite a chance she took. He could have gotten angry, called her a whore. He could have left. She bet their lives together on his reaction to a kiss from another man. And it worked. Instead of getting angry, he held her in his arms. He changed. He started being nice to her again.
And then a wonderful thing happened. The more he was kind to her, and did things just to make her happy, the more she did the same thing for him in return. Soon, it was like a contest to see who could be the best spouse, who could give the most love.
Smiling, he draws her into his arms. "I'll change," he says. "I promise."
"What are you talking about?" she says.
He looks down and sees that her eyes are fixed on the clock.
"It's four in the morning," she says. "What are you doing up?"
"I … couldn't sleep."
"Well, turn off the light and try harder." She lies back and turns roughly onto her side.
He looks at her for a long moment. Then he turns off the lamp and closes his stinging eyes to the dark.
*
"I know you stole my ring," she says. "Where is it?" Her eyes are narrow but full of fire. She is twenty-three and sixty-eight.
"I don't know where it is, Mom." He is standing in the kitchen, pebbles of broken glass from the coffee pot all around his bare feet.
"You're a liar."
"You must have hid it again. Just calm down and we'll go look for it."
She roars, a sound he did not think she was capable of making, and picks up the fruit bowl.
Pulling his arms up over his face, he says, "Please don't throw anything else at me, Mom."
"Stop calling me that! I'm not your mother. You're just a dirty old man."
"Don't you recognize me? It's me, George."
She slams the bowl back to the counter, hard enough to crack it. "You're not my George. You're an old man. You've got me trapped here. You stole all my money, and now you took my wedding ring."
"That's not true."
She says nothing for a moment, breathing hard.
"I gave you that ring," he says. "I wouldn't ever take it away from you."
She breathes faster, nearly gasping. Tears ring her eyes and that scrapes at his heart more than anything else.
"Please," he says.
Suddenly, she turns and runs out of the kitchen. He hears the slam of the front screen door, and with thoughts of her in the street, missing, hurt, he steps across the broken glass and runs after her. He has not run so hard in years. His heart feels large, bloated in his chest. He brings her down in the mud by the road, his twisted fingers, gnarled by arthritis, pulling at her nightgown. She slaps his face, pounds his chest. He only has the strength to hold her where she is, writhing in the cold mud.
Soon she ceases thrashing. Her body curls and shakes. He coaxes her to stand and then walk back to the house. When the warm water of the shower is running, he stands in the tub next to her and moves her beneath the spray. The mud rolls from her white hair and her white skin and mixes with the blood that spins in pink spirals from his feet.
*
She is sixteen. The old man is staring at her again, but she ignores it as she always does. She has more important things to think about than the nervous, always-crying old man.
George is coming today. She knows he is coming to ask if he can court her. He courted her sister for a few weeks, but that went nowhere. Her sister is pretty, but George couldn't stop looking over his shoulder at the younger girl with long, dark hair. Today, he is coming for her.
She steps out onto the front porch. A dirt path trails away from her door, down the hill into the holler, and then around a bend where it disappears into a cove of pines. On the other side of those pines is the wooden bridge that spans the Sandy River and then the railroad tracks.
She turns her head and sees that the old man is out on the porch now, sitting with his hands crossed in his lap.
"What do you want?" she says to him.
Raising his hands in innocence, he replies, "Why, nothing, Mom. I'm just watching the TV."
The old man is senile. She hardly understands a thing he says.
She turns back to the path. And there he is, emerging from the pines, wearing jeans and a white t-shirt draped loosely over his thin but sturdy frame. He walks with an easy gait, a little bowlegged, as he makes the bend and then lowers his head for the trek up the long hill. After a time, he looks up and she waves. He acknowledges only with a dip of his head. This is a man too proud to wave, but not too proud to pick a bouquet of wildflowers which she now sees clutched in one of his fists. Those flowers make her smile, and in the back of her mind the words to a song begin to form. She knows without the slightest of doubts that this is the man she will love for the rest of her life.
"Who are you waving at, Mom?" the old man says.
"My husband," she says.
"Well, I'm right over here. You're waving at the wall."
The poor old man. He is senile, but kind. She turns and waves to him.
Lifting his hand in return, he says, "Hello, darling."
*
The faces are all around her, hovering. She cannot move, but she can watch them. The faces have no names. Within her, there are no memories because she is an infant. She has a vague sense that something has been stripped from her, torn away against her will, but this does not anger her. The faces bring her comfort. For even though they have no names, she knows that they love her, and that she loves them in return.
She feels herself breathe. Slowly. In and out.
The faces eclipse her vision, one at a time. Unknown words fall from lips. Tears fall from sad eyes. She breathes in each face and it soothes her. Last is a face that feels familiar. Its shape is familiar – its gritty texture as a cheek presses against her cheek. Familiar lips touch her forehead. She watches this face and realizes that while all information has been stripped away, emotion has remained. Untouched.
The face fills her with security, and she finds she has the strength to fall backward one last time.
*
She is in the womb, surrounded by warm water. In the water, there is no need to breathe. So she stops. Her eyes slide closed.
She sees George in front of her. He is far away, but he has made the bend. She knows they won't be together for some time, but that is fine. His head is bent down and he has begun the climb up the long hill.
(For Joann and Clyde)
Story and Picture source : http://eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/BackFall879.shtml
For more short stories, go to : http://eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/indexframe.html
Cats
Cats are carnivorous mammal. In scientific name it called Felis Catus. Cats typically weighing between 4–5 kg. However, some breeds can occasionally exceed 11 kg. The average male weighed around 1.36 kg and average female 3.3 kg. Cats average height is about 23–25 cm and 46 cm in head/body length.
Talking about cat, it looks familiar in anatomy to other felids such as tiger, cheetah, and lion. It has strong, flexible bodies, quick reflexes, sharp claws, and teeth. But it has smaller body, less in weight and height. Cats are often valued by human for companionship and their ability to hunt household pests.
Cats are a lovely, cute, and friendly animal. That’s why human have been keeping cats as their pets. Cats are known for its cleanliness, they groom themselves by licking its fur. Cats communicate with other cats by meowing, purring, trilling, hissing, growling, and grunting. Cats body parts are eye, nose, ear, mouth, whiskers, fur, leg, paw, and tail.
Cats are hunters. It hunt small prey and often used as a pest control. Cat’s strong, flexible bodies, quick reflexes, sharp retractable claws, and teeth adapted to killing small prey. Cats can hear sounds too faint or too high in frequency for human ears, such as those made by mice and other small animal. They can see in near darkness. Like most other mammals, cats have poorer color vision and a better sense of smell than humans.
Text source : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat
Picture source : http://images.google.com
Myself
Hello there! I'm the author of this blog. My name is Thalia Nurul Herisnawati. Well, my friends often call me Thalia or Tata. I live in Bandung, West Java, Indonesia.
My parents moved here since before I was even born. I'm the only child in my family, it's a bit lonely but I have many friends in my neighborhood. I'm 15 years old now. I was born in Bandung, November 30th 1997. I'm in 2nd grade of high school in 3 Senior High School in Bandung. I went to Merdeka 5/6 Elementary school and 5 Junior High School.
I like, no, I love cats. They're cute and adorable. I have one cat now, a stray cat. His colors are orange and white in combination. And unfortunately, he lost his tail when I took him from the street. I had many cats before, most of them are stray cat. My last cats was 2 persian cats. One of them is gone, he ran away and the other one is dead because of sickness.
My weakness is that I can't stand studying long enough even though I want to continue study in college. And that I'm lazy, honestly, I'm feeling lazy typing this task :)
What I think about my future, well, for now, I would like to study at Institut Teknologi Bandung after I graduated from high school. I'm thinking about going to Teknik Industri or Teknik Kimia. Those are my thoughts about college now. I hope I can make it there.
That's all about me. And that's all I can make for this english assignment. Thank You.
Thursday, September 5, 2013
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