tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83285715621604200122024-02-08T22:28:39.121+08:00Living in the World with lot of Fake Smiles Without Faking a Smilexoxexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623984230518287608noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328571562160420012.post-711710970188387062009-06-01T11:06:00.005+08:002009-06-01T11:49:09.054+08:00Happily Ever After<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SiNO2HpzEqI/AAAAAAAAC2g/xQyo5Nix2vk/s1600-h/pacung.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SiNO2HpzEqI/AAAAAAAAC2g/xQyo5Nix2vk/s400/pacung.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342200274665804450" border="0" /></a><br />Once upon a time, when I was a naive obedient kid i read a story....<br /><br />It was a story about 2 girls...<br />There's a princess, living in a castle, everything are there, foods, dress, servants. This Princess doesn't know why she is get bore tough everythings are there....<br />There's a girl, living in a simple house, has to share foods with his siblings, used worn clothes, must to work hard everyday. This girl envy the princess so much....<br />One day, they are met somehow somewhere, and they decide to swap with each other because they are looks really similar like twin.<br />But after sometimes, the (ex) princess are really enjoying his life as a commoner, she doesn't have to involved with lot of boring protocol and ceremonial, and even the food or dress are not there but he has warmth family and enjoy dinner together while laughing out of loud.<br />And the the (new) princess enjoy his new life only for some few days (or weeks) but after that she just realized she's not as happier as she think before, and even it's not happy at all, she miss her old family....<br />And the end of story are they are return back to their original position and become bestfriend (this ending is not really important, it's only for kid, so everythings are ended with good things)<br /><br />The morale of story when i was kid is, just happy with what you have, i think this kind of story was made as an excuse to parents that they can not fulfill everything wanted by their children =p<br /><br />It was when I was a Kid......<br /><br />Now... I am not a Kid anymore, I'm still naive sometimes, but not really obedient....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SiNO_vbPWHI/AAAAAAAAC2o/JSnkOJZ_0YI/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SiNO_vbPWHI/AAAAAAAAC2o/JSnkOJZ_0YI/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342200439960983666" border="0" /></a><br />I was going to a golf course in a middle of mountain last week, with my bosses and their guests, and I saw people there are living slowly.... (I prefer to use slowly than relax or something, because when I was there I feel time being slowed....)<br />It is not like urban life, not haunting by email, internet, phone call, etc<br />The golf course is old enough, and have a very good air, atmosphere, and everything, and I saw some people working there.....<br />May be they dont make a lot of money, don't meet a lot of person everyday, maybe being alone for the whole 8 hours of their shift everyday, don't use branded or high quality stuff.<br />But what I saw in their face are they are quite happy with their life, they can smile like human smile, not robot smile like we used to face in urban city......<br /><br />I don't judge it's better than urban life, but even tough it's a simple life they have their own happiness.... (which may be more happier than people live in luxury mansion, I just wonder it)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SiNPfFtiktI/AAAAAAAAC3A/lhnhqiTDd9I/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SiNPfFtiktI/AAAAAAAAC3A/lhnhqiTDd9I/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342200978519266002" border="0" /></a><br />And I read also another story some years ago, about city people come to a village and meet a fisher... (from Anthonny De Mello's book)<br /><br />City People: What are you doing?<br /><br />Fisher: I'm sitting here, resting<br /><br />City People: Why are you sitting here resting, it is still to early to going back to land... you can cath more fish there<br /><br />Fisher: Why I have to? I have catch enough fish to sell for get some food to eat for today<br /><br />City People: If you catch more fish, you can get more money, you can buy a motor boat, if you have motor boat, you can catch more fish, and if you catch more fish you can buy big boat, and if you have big boat you can catch lot of fish and pay people to work for you, and you can life with relax<br /><br />Fisher: What do you think I'm doing now?<br /><br />cheers =D<br /><br />I like that story.... tough I'm also that kind of City People, but it make me realize, there's a lot of things in the world except moneys (and his friends) needed to live happily ever after....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SiNPJ-5YOhI/AAAAAAAAC2w/NVS3sqPU3EE/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SiNPJ-5YOhI/AAAAAAAAC2w/NVS3sqPU3EE/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342200615912618514" border="0" /></a>P.S the photo may not really related with the story, it was a photo of the golf course, it's a really nice place =Dxoxexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623984230518287608noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328571562160420012.post-90543304888788862962009-05-11T21:24:00.004+08:002009-05-11T21:34:33.875+08:00Stupid Car (Or Stupid Me?)DAMN !<br /><br />I just left my car key inside the car !!!!<br /><br />grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..............<br /><br />I swapped my car (car that i use everyday) with office car which i didn't know having automatic lock....<br /><br />It was raining (still raining) outside, and i put all of my EDC (every day carry) inside the car, just put them all, and return back to lock my office door, and suddenly there's fuckin annoying sound, BEEP BEEP !!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />AND I JUST REALIZE ALL MY STUFF ARE THERE AND THE CAR ALREADY LOCKED<br /><br />(luckily i was planning to left my laptop in the office..... so i can make this post and have something to do for this 1 hour)<br /><br />and luckily also my mother has not sleep yet (I only remember my mother phone cell number, i even dont remember my house phone number.... hahaha T_T)<br /><br />Javanese people's philosophy = always be grateful if something bad happen (think that is not the bad situation) huhuhuhu<br /><br />and now I'm here, dump at the office wait for my drive arrive with a spare key<br /><br />I'm tired and sleepy tough....<br /><br />hiks hiks...<br /><br />40 minutes until my driver comes.....xoxexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623984230518287608noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328571562160420012.post-59833298592744925632009-05-04T09:42:00.006+08:002009-05-04T10:14:02.446+08:00World In a Cup<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/Sf5ISQCE-fI/AAAAAAAAC2A/6hJe_9ZK7-g/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/Sf5ISQCE-fI/AAAAAAAAC2A/6hJe_9ZK7-g/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331778487231773170" border="0" /></a>Last December (2008) I went to Jenggala (Ceramic Shop) with my fiancee and I painted a Cup there (she paint some kind of jewelry box), i was late that day, i arrived there about 3.oo pm, so i only had about 1.5 hours to paint the cup.<br />The concept is 'World in a Cup'. A circle when we are in. Very close circle of ours. World in a cup is my concept for small world of ours. I'm quite poor on drawing, so you can see the result hahaha, but i love it ! Hope you can enjoy it also.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/Sf5JsuDE7pI/AAAAAAAAC2I/3SpZNdN1mT4/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/Sf5JsuDE7pI/AAAAAAAAC2I/3SpZNdN1mT4/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331780041477254802" border="0" /></a><br />Before I was jealous if someone has a lot of friends (some I think are too many, why they didn't introduce me some.... hahaha) I was self pity that i can not make friends with people. But it's only a story now.<br /><br />I think i have to say 'thank you very much' to some people i knew in my university years, they are kind of easy going persons, I was trying very hard to be accepted with people back then but I found out, just be myself and i don't have to push myself too hard to be accepted by everyone, I just realize that before I was too greedy, I don't want a cup, I want a giant bowl, I wanted to be accepted by everyone which is impossible (even Obama has some people who can not accept him!) So I started to be graceful with what I already had. And I got more friends and easily to communicate with human beings after that. Such a revelation for me. hehehehe<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/Sf5Nsve7xSI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/sO4VIXHlNo4/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/Sf5Nsve7xSI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/sO4VIXHlNo4/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331784439909041442" border="0" /></a><br />Until now, still, I'm not a person with a lot of friends but I have had some small cups of mine.<br />I have my colleagues friends, i have my gaming friends, I have my old old friends, people from work, etc. And sometime in a live the cup is collide each other. And I like when my friends from other groups meet with others.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival.</span> (C. S. Lewis)<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/Sf5NsWAoC4I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/AW-ubSs41Hg/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/Sf5NsWAoC4I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/AW-ubSs41Hg/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331784433071033218" border="0" /></a><br />So have you keep some cups of yours?xoxexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623984230518287608noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328571562160420012.post-7809763717098757322009-04-30T10:09:00.003+08:002009-04-30T11:09:24.552+08:00Narcism EpidemicFew weeks ago before i got the dengue fever (that took 2 weeks of my precious time) I visit a book store and found an interesting book. I didn't buy it due to its quite expensive price, but i read the review on the back cover and took a photo.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SfkGVigeOaI/AAAAAAAAC1w/gJPZMcuTjX8/s1600-h/narcism.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SfkGVigeOaI/AAAAAAAAC1w/gJPZMcuTjX8/s400/narcism.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330298601079716258" border="0" /></a>Yes, that book's title is "Living in the Age of Entitlement - The Narcissism Epidemic"<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />These days we surrounded by people that really really proud of themselves, either subconsciously or even 100% sober that they are proud of themselves too much. And loving it excessively. You can meet these kind of person everywhere, in your school, office, shoping centre, mall, facebook, everywhere !<br /><br />Is it technology that make people like this? or because this is the age who people really need to be recognized? or it just happen?<br /><br />In my opinion, despite of technology like digital camera, cellphone, or facebook/friendster that tremendously develop these day. Deep inside we already born with some narcissistic. And like the book title Age of Entitlement, I totally agree with the book title eventough i've not read it.<br /><br />The easiest example, now we can see lot of young girls take naked photos of theirself, only for fun, only because they love their body, people say it's because of the technology, but i don't believe it. (Not only ladies, man also has narcissistic actually, but i prefer talk about girls, can't imagine seeing naked guy, HOEKKK)<br /><br />What happen if digital camera invented 1-2 century before?<br />I believe if it was happen, now we can see narcissistic photo from the ladies of that age now.<br />Technology is only the catalyst, narcissistic is one of our nature as we prefer some praise than critics.<br /><br />Narcissistic is become lifestyle these days, hedonist (yeach in my opinion hedonist is one of the main cause of narcissistic) people show of theirself not only for getting attention from other people, but because they love it, they love to exploit theirself to the edge without consider any risk of it. Narcissistic is very risky, starting from the early beginning, the origin of narcissistic is coming from a story:<br /><br />(from wikipedia)<br /><h2><span class="mw-headline">Roman version</span></h2> <p>In the tale told by Ovid, thought to have been based on Parthenius' version but altered in order to broaden its appeal,<sup id="cite_ref-3" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narcissus_%28mythology%29#cite_note-3" title=""><span>[</span>4<span>]</span></a></sup> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Echo_%28mythology%29" title="Echo (mythology)">Echo</a>, a nymph, falls in love with a vain youth named Narcissus, who was the son of the blue Nymph <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liriope" title="Liriope">Liriope</a> of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thespiae" title="Thespiae">Thespia</a>. The river god <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cephisus" title="Cephisus" class="mw-redirect">Cephisus</a> had once encircled Leirope with the windings of his streams, and thus trapping her, had seduced the nymph, who gave birth to an exceptionally beautiful boy. Concerned about the welfare of such a beautiful child, Lirope consulted the prophet <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teiresias" title="Teiresias" class="mw-redirect">Teiresias</a> regarding her son's future. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teiresias" title="Teiresias" class="mw-redirect">Teiresias</a> told the nymph that Narcissus would live to a ripe old age, "if he didn't come to know himself."</p> <p>When he had reached "his sixteenth year," (fifteen years of age, by modern reckoning) every youth and girl in the town was in love with him, but he haughtily spurned them all.</p> <p>One day when Narcissus was out hunting stags, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Echo_%28mythology%29" title="Echo (mythology)">Echo</a> stealthily followed the handsome youth through the woods, longing to address him but unable to speak first. When Narcissus finally heard footsteps and shouted "Who's there?", Echo answered "Who's there?" And so it went, until finally <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Echo_%28mythology%29" title="Echo (mythology)">Echo</a> showed herself and rushed to embrace the lovely youth. He pulled away from the nymph and vainly told her to leave him alone. Narcissus left <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Echo_%28mythology%29" title="Echo (mythology)">Echo</a> heartbroken and she spent the rest of her life in lonely glens, pining away for the love she never knew, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Echo_%28phenomenon%29" title="Echo (phenomenon)">until only her voice remained</a>.</p> <p><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nemesis" title="Nemesis">Nemesis</a> heard this prayer and sent Narcissus his punishment. He came across a deep pool in a forest, from which he took a drink. As he did, he saw his reflection for the first time in his life and fell in love with the beautiful boy he was looking at, not realizing it was himself. Eventually, after pining away for a while, he realized that the image he saw in the pool was a reflection of himself. Realizing that he could not act upon this love, he tore at his dress and beat at his body, his life force draining out of him. As he died, the bodyless Echo came upon him and felt sorrow and pity. His soul was sent to "the darkest hell" and the narcissus flower grew where he died. It is said that Narcissus still keeps gazing on his image in the waters of the river <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Styx" title="Styx">Styx</a>.<a href="http://www.eee.metu.edu.tr/%7Eakan/37MetamorphosisOfNarcissus.jpg" class="external autonumber" title="http://www.eee.metu.edu.tr/~akan/37MetamorphosisOfNarcissus.jpg" rel="nofollow">[4]</a></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SfkVHinCn5I/AAAAAAAAC14/GpMDqajWHhU/s1600-h/narcist.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SfkVHinCn5I/AAAAAAAAC14/GpMDqajWHhU/s400/narcist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330314853263515538" border="0" /></a></p>So even it is only myth story, the origin of narcissistic is kill someone, hahaha, narcissistic can kill some one, beware ! control your self =p<br /><br />Cheers<br />X.o.X.e.X.i (SO SEXY) -> My narcissistic nick name</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div>xoxexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623984230518287608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328571562160420012.post-22778142836965744922009-04-28T12:33:00.004+08:002009-04-28T12:52:30.079+08:00Take<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SfaBm_2oYRI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/NocXp5YKAjw/s1600-h/IMG01017-20090425-1933.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SfaBm_2oYRI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/NocXp5YKAjw/s320/IMG01017-20090425-1933.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329589716015145234" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Description<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Take dalam bahasa jepang berarti bambu, dan memang kesan bambu ini yang kental terlihat ketika kita masuk ke dalam restoran jepang ini. Juga suasana yang familiar, tidak seperti restoran-restoran jepang pada umumnya yang terkesan formal. Seperti tampak dalam foto (lantai 2 Take).<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SfaAzvxN7wI/AAAAAAAAC1I/dZ68s-3u3YM/s1600-h/IMG01019-20090425-1935.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SfaAzvxN7wI/AAAAAAAAC1I/dZ68s-3u3YM/s320/IMG01019-20090425-1935.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329588835524144898" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Take menyediakan berbagai jenis sake dan sochu jepang, dengan atmosphere nya yang familiar sekali dan service yang cukup OK untuk sebuah restoran, menjadikan dia tempat kongkow dan ngobrol yang asik banget (walaupun tanpa sake, saya sendiri tidak minum alkohol).<br />Makanan yang disajikan juga sangat bervariasi, mulai dari sashimi dan nigiri sushi untuk starter, ,berbagai main course yang nyummy banget, dan beberapa pilihan desert (cobain dorayaki nya, enak lho)<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Address<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Di Jl. Patih Jelantik Kuta<br />(arah ke jalan pantai legian, di ruko di kanan jalan)<br />alamat lengkap dan no telp menyusul, ga nyatet =p<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Business Hour<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">9.00 - malem banget<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Price<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Untuk makan per pax (main course dan minuman) siapkan dana sekitar 100 ribu (paling murah klo ga salah yakimeshi ama wakame udon about 40)<br />Untuk sashimi tersedia sashimi lokal dan import, kemaren makan dengan ozeki import (sashimi untuk 3-4 orang, dengan perahu kecil kena 460 ribu dan tenjin-nigiri sushi 98 ribu)<br />Harga dikenakan tax dan service sekitar 15 persen<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SfaDdgb8NyI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/1XZgkTYzPZU/s1600-h/IMG01023-20090425-1958.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SfaDdgb8NyI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/1XZgkTYzPZU/s320/IMG01023-20090425-1958.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329591751986132770" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SfaDdsLkAYI/AAAAAAAAC1g/MsfOybn-Hb8/s1600-h/IMG01024-20090425-2034.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SfaDdsLkAYI/AAAAAAAAC1g/MsfOybn-Hb8/s320/IMG01024-20090425-2034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329591755138662786" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Special Menu<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Tidak ada special menu di Take, karena semua memang enak hahaha<br /><br />Pilihan favorite saya sendiri di Take untuk main course adalah:<br />- Nabeyaki Udon<br />- Unagi don buri<br />- Bim bi bab (nasi campurnya korea)<br />- Curry Udon (yang ini favourite boss saya)<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />Side dish:<br />- ikayaki<br />- sejenis kerang di masak di sake, so nyummy<br />- King crab<br />- Zaru udon/soba (enak dia punya)<br />- Miso soup (lebih enak lagi kalau pesen sashimi set macem ozeki dapat baby lobster di sashimi kepalanya bisa minta di jadiin sop)<br /><br />Dan tentu saja sashimi dan sushi, karena varian sashimi dan sushi yang ditawarkan sangat beragam, luckily kalau makan dengan bos selalu pesen kapal2an jadi saya pernah mencoba hampir semua, favorit saya tentu saja salmon, white marlin dan baby lobster. nyam nyam.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Story<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />Berawal dari Boss yang mau ketemu dengan teman Jepangnya akhirnya diputuskan untuk makan malam di take, saya sendiri karena kelaparan sibuk dengan sashimi di depan mata, dan boss saya ngobrol dengan bahasa jepang dengan temannya dan saya cuma cengok aja, untung ada beberapa percakapan dengan bahasa inggris yang cukup menarik untuk didengarkan. Dan juga untung saja ada teman dari kantor dan henpon di tangan sehingga saya ga bosen bosen banget. (Orang Jepang dan Korea kalo makan sambil minum bisa sampe 2-3 jam duduk ngobrol hahaha)<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Akhirnya sashimi yang seharusnya menjadi fast food kita jadikan slow food banget, alhasil main course datang agak malam, dan karena kelaparan saya lupa buat ambil foto beef curry rice (pilihan main course malam itu). Karena itu cukuplah foto minumannya aja ya =p (ocha dingin)<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SfaF1vR7RzI/AAAAAAAAC1o/ODDGCWDHcoM/s1600-h/IMG01022-20090425-1941.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SfaF1vR7RzI/AAAAAAAAC1o/ODDGCWDHcoM/s320/IMG01022-20090425-1941.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329594367310776114" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Sebenarnya Take adalah restoran favorit bos-bos saya dikarenakan dengan lokasinya yang sangat dekat dengan kantor, dan juga harganya yang relatif murah menurut mereka (karena rasa berbanding kualitas yang TOP banget, menurut mereka lagi, buat gw seh masih mahal huhuhu)<br /><br />Maaf buat photo2 yang rada buram karena ngambilnya pake hp, photo2 lain akan di update kalau saya makan ke sana lagi, tunggu aja ! hehehe =p </span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />This place is VERY RECOMMENDED lho, jangan bayangin makanan jepangnya sushi tei kalo di sini, jauhhhhhhhhh banget, terutama sushi2annya, padahal harganya ga beda jauh, mahalan dikit aja. ehhehe. kalo ke bali wajib mampir neh, lom lagi liat yg punya lucu, ompong gitu hahaha</span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></span></span>xoxexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623984230518287608noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328571562160420012.post-5270043989966257392009-04-02T12:20:00.008+08:002009-04-02T12:44:34.637+08:00Site Visit with V<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SdQ9rLOIGaI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/QGdR7mx6yC8/s1600-h/IMG00844-20090402-1002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SdQ9rLOIGaI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/QGdR7mx6yC8/s400/IMG00844-20090402-1002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319944871787108770" border="0" /></a><br />Today i went to my company project's site with miss V, our Construction Management, here are some cool pictures, enjoy it<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SdQ-SNokaiI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/Tj-B8tJtN04/s1600-h/IMG00847-20090402-1005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SdQ-SNokaiI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/Tj-B8tJtN04/s400/IMG00847-20090402-1005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319945542449785378" border="0" /></a>hohoho the land is cut like a bread with some chocolate and raisin<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SdRBuNscZHI/AAAAAAAAC0o/0sJIAfvlmj4/s1600-h/IMG00848-20090402-1011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SdRBuNscZHI/AAAAAAAAC0o/0sJIAfvlmj4/s400/IMG00848-20090402-1011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319949322037257330" border="0" /></a>Looks Like cheesecake =p~<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SdRB7fUp3YI/AAAAAAAAC0w/ootIpmihvUs/s1600-h/IMG00849-20090402-1015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SdRB7fUp3YI/AAAAAAAAC0w/ootIpmihvUs/s400/IMG00849-20090402-1015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319949550107614594" border="0" /></a>Press the filled land<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SdRCQCouUYI/AAAAAAAAC04/KTQ-ADcDYs4/s1600-h/IMG00854-20090402-1028.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SdRCQCouUYI/AAAAAAAAC04/KTQ-ADcDYs4/s400/IMG00854-20090402-1028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319949903184417154" border="0" /></a>And It's me, I'm so cool, hahaha<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SdRCn8vqhQI/AAAAAAAAC1A/RB7u6SQkt3I/s1600-h/IMG00852-20090402-1023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SdRCn8vqhQI/AAAAAAAAC1A/RB7u6SQkt3I/s400/IMG00852-20090402-1023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319950313919776002" border="0" /></a>xoxexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623984230518287608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328571562160420012.post-45706200442250453912009-04-01T14:52:00.004+08:002009-04-01T17:20:24.619+08:00Plengkung<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Hi there, i also write on my friend's blog, please visit http://ivtmath.blogspot.com</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Description</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Ayam Goreng Plengkung - Sambel Uleg, begitu tertulis</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> di papan nama rumah makan plengkung ini. Menu andalan mereka sendiri adalah ayam pen</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">yet, walau mereka juga menyajikan varian menu yang cu</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">kup beragam bahkan ada t-bone steak segala karena cukup banyak orang asing yang makan di sini terutama orang jepang, tapi tetap ayam penyet adalah pilihan utama yang harus anda coba jika sempat bertandang ke rumah makan ini. Suasana Plengkung ini cukup </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">nyaman, terutama di malam hari karena ada live music (lagu-lagu jadul, sesuai selera pemilik haha) dan mereka juga me</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">misahkan ruangan untuk smoking dan non smoking.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SdL8MMJmVAI/AAAAAAAACzg/R2k0lvZ5pf4/s1600-h/IMG00825-20090401-0220.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SdL8MMJmVAI/AAAAAAAACzg/R2k0lvZ5pf4/s320/IMG00825-20090401-0220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319591396228092930" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Address</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Jl. Raya Kuta No. 90<br />Kuta - BALI<br />telp : 0361 - 757393<br /><br /><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SdL-Xnr5K6I/AAAAAAAACzo/RTOqYrqrF3k/s1600-h/IMG00830-20090401-1006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SdL-Xnr5K6I/AAAAAAAACzo/RTOqYrqrF3k/s320/IMG00830-20090401-1006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319593791621508002" border="0" /></a> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />Business Hour</span><br />Everyday 9.00 am - 02.00am (wowwwww)<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />Price</span><br />Ayam Penyet Rp. 15.000 (not include rice)<br />Vegetables : 5.ooo - 10.000<br />Others : starting from 20.000an s/d 65.000 (kepiting)<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />Special Menu</span><br />AYAM PENYET<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />Story<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Berawal dari orang rumah yang masak soto betawi dan saya sedang tidak selera untuk makan santan karena masalah perut, akhirnya saya memutuskan untuk makan pagi menjelang siang (jam 11.00 gitu lho) di plengkung. Saya sendiri terbilang sering makan di plengkung (bisa sampai 3-4 kali dalam sebulan) karena lokasinya yang cukup dekat dengan kantor (10 menit dengan mobil<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">) dan ayam penyetnya yang mantab selalu menggugah selera (sebenarnya seh ayam penyetnya tidak se enak kalau makan ayam penyet di daerah jawa timur, tapi masih termasuk kategori enak). Berikut menu makan siang gw hari ini =D<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SdMFBdZWDRI/AAAAAAAACz4/21pb0itPWXY/s1600-h/IMG00829-20090401-0945.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SdMFBdZWDRI/AAAAAAAACz4/21pb0itPWXY/s320/IMG00829-20090401-0945.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319601107483626770" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SdMFBcDSEVI/AAAAAAAACzw/DvTjk05pBKU/s1600-h/IMG00828-20090401-0944.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SdMFBcDSEVI/AAAAAAAACzw/DvTjk05pBKU/s320/IMG00828-20090401-0944.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319601107122655570" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Sayur asam dan ayam penyet, sayur asam di plengkung cukup unik, warnanya bening tidak seperti pada sayur asam pada umumnya (gw rasa dia pakai cuka sebagai pengganti buah asam) dan rasanya pun segerrrrr banget. Jadi jika anda sedang berada dibali dan kangen dengan masakan ayam penyet, plengkung adalah salah satu tempat yang sangat saya rekomendasikan.<br /><br />today's meal cost me 26.000 for 1 ayam penyet, 1 nasi putih, 1 sayur asem, and 1 es teh tawar<br /><br />Cheers ^_^p<br /></div><br /></div>xoxexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623984230518287608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328571562160420012.post-54616641401197573302009-04-01T14:22:00.006+08:002009-04-01T14:51:19.587+08:00NyepiIt was dark, only I and the stars above shone accompany with the moonlight ^^<br /><br />When people around the world campaign about earth hour (turning off the lamp for 1 hour on 28th march) people in Bali turning off the lamp (supposed to be) for the whole day on Thursday, 26tth we have Nyepi here in Bali.<br /><br />Nyepi is a new year for Hindu People, they are using Caka Calendar, I'm not hindu so i don't know exactly what is Nyepi, but from my experience living in bali since i was a baby. I can tell that Hindu people actually have to fasting for the whole day. And the day before nyepi is called "ngrupuk" usually they hold a carnival, they make a lot of noisy sound, and make monster (very big sometimes) from papers, linen, plastic, etc (materials that easy to burn because at the end of the day they have to burn them), unfortunately this year the Government prohibited that carnival, because we have election this year, and that kind of carnival is easy to be used for campaign which can easily make a fighting between groups also.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SdMNAdBixqI/AAAAAAAAC0A/-dDgTsi8xEI/s1600-h/01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SdMNAdBixqI/AAAAAAAAC0A/-dDgTsi8xEI/s320/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319609886296950434" border="0" /></a><br />But in my opinion the practice is not really good, in the nite of "ngrupuk" lot of young people having kind of spontaneous stage and having kind of small and party with alcohol. Usually it is the group from neighborhood about 20-30 persons. I'm a little bit confusing with what they are doing, what the point for having all nite long drink alcohol when tomorrow they have to be fasting (yeach there's a point actually, with make theirself drunken they can automatically fasting tomorrow, because they are even to drunk for waking up hahaha) and that practice is totally different with ngrupuk philosophy, as i know the meaning of ngrupuk is to make noisy sound to scare the bad monster, bad spirit, etc. But with party like that, doesn't it invite the monster to theirself, so no wonder if in ngrupuk nite there's an fighting case, it's a normal things in Bali these day.<br /><br />For me Nyepi is a day in one year that I alwasy waiting for. I love the feeling to be one with nature in nyepi (even if you are living in the middle of city), and luckily nyepi this year I'm almost alone in my house (almost because all of my family were in Jakata, and I only accompanied by some pembantu).<br />I love watching the stars from veranda, it's really cool because there's no other light except stars and moon, you have to experienced nyepi yourself to get the feeling !<br />You can feel the solitude in the positive way.....<br /><br />And when nyepi comes I always reminiscing my childhood, when nyepi I always have football games on the mainstreet in the afternoon with neighborhood kids (I did until i become 12 years old), and sometimes some pecalang (banjar officer) will scold our parents for letting us playing on the street (not scolding actually because we are living in the same neighborhood and know each other well, they only did what they have to do). hahaha. what a day ^_^p.<br /><br />We love our childhood, we love to live in ignorance, don't we?<br /><br />my tips if you are going to Bali in nyepi day, just living in your relatives house instead of Hotels, it's better, believe me!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SdMNLlpSSxI/AAAAAAAAC0I/wqPz-HObeAo/s1600-h/nyepi_sanur.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/SdMNLlpSSxI/AAAAAAAAC0I/wqPz-HObeAo/s320/nyepi_sanur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319610077589687058" border="0" /></a>xoxexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623984230518287608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328571562160420012.post-5642441376097339062009-03-30T11:51:00.004+08:002009-03-30T12:03:15.713+08:00Virtual InsanityBy Jamiroquai (Travelling Without Moving album - 1997)<br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >Oh yeah, what we're living in (let me tell ya)<br />It's a wonder man can eat at all<br />When things are big that should be small<br />Who can tell what magic spells we'll be doing for us<br />And I'm giving all my love to this world<br />Only to be told<br />I can't see<br />I can't breathe<br />No more will we be<br />And nothing's going to change the way we live<br />Cos' we can always take but never give<br />And now that things are changing for the worse,<br />See, its a crazy world we're living in<br />And I just can't see that half of us immersed in sin<br />Is all we have to give these -<br /><br />Futures made of virtual insanity now<br />Always seem to, be govern'd by this love we have<br />For useless, twisting, our new technology<br />Oh, now there is no sound - for we all live underground<br /><br />And I'm thinking what a mess we're in<br />Hard to know where to begin<br />If I could slip the sickly ties that earthly man has made<br />And now every mother, can choose the colour<br />Of her child<br />That's not nature's way<br />Well that's what they said yesterday<br />There's nothing left to do but pray<br />I think it's time I found a new religion<br />Waoh - it's so insane<br />To synthesize another strain<br />There's something in these<br />Futures that we have to be told.<br /><br />Futures made of virtual insanity - now<br />Always seem to, be govern'd by this love we have<br />For useless, twisting, our new technology<br />Oh, now there is no sound - for we all live underground<br /><br />Now there is no sound<br />If we all live underground<br />And now it's virtual insanity<br />Forget your virtual reality<br />Oh, there's nothing so bad.<br />I know yeah<br /><br />Of this virtual insanity, we're livin in.<br />Has got to change, yeah<br />Things, will never be the same.<br />And I can't go on<br />While we're livin' in oh, oh virtual insanity<br />Oh, this world, has got to change<br />Cos I just, I just can't keep going on, it was virtual.<br />Virtual insanity that we're livin' in, that we're livin' in<br />That virtual insanity is what it is<br /><br />Futures made of virtual insanity - now<br />Always seem to, be govern'd by this love we have<br />For useless, twisting, our new technology<br />Oh, now there is no sound - for we all live underground<br /><br />Living - Virtual Insanity<br />Living - Virtual Insanity<br />Living - Virtual Insanity<br />Living - Virtual Insanity<br /><br />Virtual Insanity is what we're living in </span>xoxexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623984230518287608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328571562160420012.post-69818909965488286522009-03-23T21:38:00.009+08:002009-03-31T12:13:00.306+08:00I Hate Messenger<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">BUZZ</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span>Do you have a messenger? (such as yahoo messenger, icq, blackberry messenger, gtalk, msn, etc)<br />I bet you must have at least one. I have 2 not including facebook, friendster, and twitter.<br /><br />And i just realized, messenger is evil, they make people become more robot, people evolve to be a robot, it's not a problem if you think robot is better than human, but it's a big problem for me. It's another potential thread for human being.<br /><br />It's true that messenger help us to communicate, it can cut the distance and cost. But... err.....<br /><br />How many friends do you have in your messenger list? 10/20/200? And how many that you chat with recently at least for saying HI in this month?<br />Most people thinking subconciusly that their friends are always keep in touch by messenger. And the problem with that subconsciusly are when they are meeting in persons, they think these friends always here in my messenger list, so it's not very important to meet in a flesh. Where's the warm of friendship? and suddenly they becomes only people in your friend list. Where is our humanity?<br />If you don't want to lose it, start to say hi to everyone in your friends list oftenly and make they are as really friends not just only people appear in your friends list ^_^<br /><br />And do you realize that messenger take more time only for not really important conversation? Sometimes it can took an hour only for conversation you can finish 10-15 minutes on the phone. And you take more attention to your computer screen, act as your friends are inside that monitor. And at last you prefer to conversation with text, type what you want to tell more than oral conversation.<br />Because you think with chat/typing you have more time to thinking what you want to tell and make a better expression. And the things become different when you meet people in real world. Where's yourself in online chat? Do you have another personality? So pity then if it's true.<br />Start to meet person in a flesh if you a shy guy/girl !<br /><br />Btw I wrote this note, but my messenger is still online 24/7<span style="font-weight: bold;">, </span>so I can't blame if you want to be a robot because we are robot generation, we have been enslaved by technology.<br /><br />It's just another Virtual Insanity<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">BUZZ<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br />Disclaimer </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">I'm not judging here, so please dont mind above story if you think you are clever enough to control yourself, I just post this notes just to make people aware, because there are some person i know become online people and leaving their humanity.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">p.s.<br />When i write this, coincidentally i have conversation with a friend, a friend of mine that i've not seen for a loongggg time, friend that supposed to be "only" friends in my facebook forever. But because we share common messenger, hahaha, we get closer now (it's already 2 month since our first meet in messenger right?) ^_^ and i really appreciate my messenger for that reason. hahaha. And from that chat i realize that I love my messenger, I love evil because there's alwasy good side of an evil. hehehe.</span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>xoxexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623984230518287608noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328571562160420012.post-79177769092358230002009-03-22T23:28:00.004+08:002009-03-23T00:48:08.695+08:00Tabula Rasa Part I - People Around UsI went for dinner at pizza hut with lot of friends of mine 2 days ago, on friday, march 20th, we go for dinner for my passed birthday and announcement for my engangement, i think it's kind of small party, we continue the dinner with singing like crazy peoples in KTV hahaha<br /><br />Actually i'm not the one who likes to be surrounding by lot of people yet only these friends of mine can make me comfortable with all of things we have been done together. They are my college friends which i think i will remember everlast.<br /><br />I think everyone has <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">people like "friends"</span>, persons that make you reminiscing some old good days, laughing, be an inspiration when you got some stress, someone that may you not seen for long time but it doesn't change when you meet in a chance. People you call friends.<br />And they must be pour some color in your life or in the way you are thinking, or may be they kept some secret in you.<span style="font-style: italic;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">It's good for having friends</span></span> they are people that you can lean on when you got some troubles, may be they can not help but at least they will hear.<br /><br />And we also got some <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">people we called teacher</span>, some of us will think they are important persons of our lives, some people not, it's not a sin thinking teachers are not really important, may be they just haven't found people they can admire as a teacher yet.<br /><br />I respect some teachers from my college years, some from my school days, some from my work life, I learn from them not only the mathematics, physics or other subject that make you headache back then. I learn from their mistakes sometimes, so I will not make same mistakes. From their dedication as some teacher from my college years show me. Their fighting spirits. <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">We learn about life from some people we called teachers.</span><br /><br />And of course we have <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">family.</span> People that always by your side (but sometimes there is a case they can be more enemy than an enemy itself). Family may not the closer one for us, but they are the ones who will help you at the first time when bad things happen, and the ones who will be very happy if you reach somethings in your life. Family is not like friends, they are not the star that you can not seen but always there, <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Family is like a sun</span> that always give it warm to your life.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Do you have enemy?</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">W</span></span></span></span></span>e can be a very nice person, we can smile to everyones in every moments in our life, we can be a saint that want to help others in every chances, but all of that don't guarantee you becoming a person without an enemy. It's not us who decide who is our enemy, it's other people who <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">decide wether they want to be our friends or our enemy</span>. Having enemy is not really bad idea, sometimes we need enemy to make our life funier, we can have our enemy as an topic to have some chit chat with others, we can use our enemy to be a benchmark that we have to accros, wow it's really fun sometimes, the most important is, dont take it too seriously, enemy is not about hatred its only their choices (or yours). Hatred is difference story.... I will make another story about that... later<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">And there are more People around us</span>, people that we are not realize to be there, people that we don't recognize, people that we hate to be around us, some important, some are not. They are just people around. But don't never ever estimated them. May be sometimes they are will be your friends, and there are lot of simple things they did to make your life easier, may be you dont feel it, because you don't think it is important, or you don't see it, but believe me, we can not life without them. Just believe me, OK !<br /><br />Actually there is also <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Lover</span>.... but just let the lover's thing unwritten.... (just an excuse for not make the note hahaha) i will pour it on the blog in other chance =D<br /><br />Peoples in our life is like tangled wool threads, you can not see it clearly and never can figure out only by seeing, but they are the one who can be a jacket warming your soul according how you sew it. It's depends on you know, how to appreciate them and got somethings from them, it can be knowledge, experience, effort, money, etc. And remember that we give each others in this life, life it's not only about us.....<br /><br />Let them paint our soul<br /><br />Tabula Rasa<br /><br />See Ya !xoxexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623984230518287608noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328571562160420012.post-90506768279080223102009-03-22T22:51:00.003+08:002009-03-22T23:01:13.166+08:00EngangementI got enganged today =D<br />Hahaha, life is running so fast sometimes and you just there<br />I went to my fiancee's house with families, lot of peoples, may be people will think that we are circus group or something<br />hehehe<br /><br />the engangement it self was very fast, only family representatives chit chat and then my fiancee got a necklace from my parents, and that's all, just continue with the lunch, and bye bye<br />heheheh<br /><br />I even didn't took a picture with her, i hope someone took it, hehehehe<br />and when i go back i sleep for 3 hours, eventough i didn't do anything particularly hahahaha<br />may be just realized my status become enganged is already like something that took most of your energy, hehehe<br /><br />As I said before, time is running sooooooooooooo fasttttt !<br /><br />And I want this to be a part of better relationship between Her and I<br /><br />I will not write a lot here, because everyone know i must be happy now ^_^<br /><br />Cheersxoxexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623984230518287608noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328571562160420012.post-61861503246083141682009-03-20T12:18:00.000+08:002009-03-20T13:04:47.944+08:00God Explained in a Taxi Ride by Paul Arden<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/ScMd8ET5M-I/AAAAAAAACyU/i3SplogtKt0/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iECcYrQYR3w/ScMd8ET5M-I/AAAAAAAACyU/i3SplogtKt0/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315124903013856226" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Written by passed away Paul Arden, this book is verrrrrrrry gooooooddd book about GOD itself, it has some christian background (Paul Arden himself was a christian), but I think it's not a book made specially for christian, it is book for everyone, for people that believe in GOD, people that don't believe in GOD, agnostic people, even atheist.<br /><br />This book is very simple, with only some sentences in each pages, and with nice illustration, it has british style of jokes which are bold and easy to understand for people that not use english as first languange, and based on Paul Arden experience as an expert in adveritising, you will not feel that you are reading a book about GOD as others book, it's very fun reading this book.<br /><br />You only need 15 minutes maximum to finish this book, some people may be only need 5 minutes. Like its title. In a Taxi Ride, you can finish it in the leng of your taxi ride =D<br /><br />I give all of stars i can give to this book, amazing book, simple book that you may think will be not really important at first sight, but after you finish read it for the first time, it will be in your heart subconsciusly and suddenly you already buy this book and put in on your favourite shelf and show them to guest coming to your house....<br /><br />my favourite page on this book is page 36:<br /><br />Blind Faith<br /><br />How can you have blind faith in something for which there is not a scrap of evidence?<br /><br />Well, the answer is you can't<br /><br />If you could prove it , it wouldn't be a faith<br /><br />You can only have faith in what you don't know<br /><br />That's what faith is<br /><br /><br />ps. Paul Arden has 2 other books<br />- <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Whatever-You-Think-Opposite/dp/0141025719/ref=sr_1_2/280-5290926-0444060?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1237523559&sr=1-2">Whatever You Think, Think The Opposite</a><br />- <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Its-Not-How-Good-Want/dp/0714843377/ref=sr_1_1/280-5290926-0444060?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1237523559&sr=1-1">It's Not How Good You Are, It's How Good You Want To Be</a><br /><br />This review is subjective, books are like food and movies, every people has a different taste....<br />But I hope you taste this book as I taste it =D<br /><br />image taken from amazon.com, original publisher : Penguin, First Published on 2007<br />ISBN no 978-0-141-03222-1<br />THE WORLD'S SECOND BEST BOOK ON GOD (written on back cover)xoxexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623984230518287608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328571562160420012.post-91115788893694862782009-03-20T10:00:00.001+08:002009-03-23T00:58:45.476+08:00Tabula Rasa, an IntroductionFrom Me:<p>Actually my intention to start writing in this blog is to force my self writing in order to improve my written english. For that reason i will just put everything i want to spread here, starting from reviews, my story, my experience, and at last but not least is about people surrounding me..... and everything what i think about them</p><p><br /></p><p>people that know me, people that i don't know but actually did something to me</p><p>people that really important for me, people that only passing in my life</p><p>people that i admire, people that i hate</p><p>people that i adore, people that broke my heart</p><p>people like you<br /></p><p>i learn from people....</p><p>and i will put that story under the label of tabula rasa....</p><p><br /></p><p>From Wikipedia:<br /></p> <p><i><b>Tabula rasa</b></i> (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latin_language" title="Latin language" class="mw-redirect">Latin</a>: <span lang="la"><i>blank slate</i></span>) refers to the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epistemology" title="Epistemology">epistemological</a> thesis that individuals are born without built-in mental content and that their knowledge comes from experience and sensory perception.</p> <p>Generally proponents of the <i>tabula rasa</i> thesis favor the "nurture" side of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nature_versus_nurture" title="Nature versus nurture">nature versus nurture</a> debate, when it comes to aspects of one's personality, social and emotional behavior, and intelligence.</p> <p><br /></p>xoxexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623984230518287608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328571562160420012.post-56067483649148911232009-03-19T23:49:00.000+08:002009-03-19T23:58:45.951+08:00ArogancyDear God,<br /><br />Please forgive me, sometimes i become so arrogant, i forget that everythings i have are from you<br />and every people living in this world also your creature, supposed to be my "kind", not higher or lower.....<br /><br />I regret it.... for what i've just said T_T<br /><br />Thx and please forgive me<br /><br />It's very stupid only because some levis's jeans i said i want to fired my pembantu at home (i will not use servant or buttler word because it's not really match actually with pembantu here in Indonesia)<br /><br />Ofcourse my pembantu is quite stupid, she wasn't born in family like me, she is not me, and i'm not her, but with my arrogancy i want her to be like me<br />I got everything i have<br />and she doesn't<br /><br />and i was so cruel inside, i was not yelling or swearing, but realize my heart swearing on somebody and my brain think really bad scenario is making me sick of my self.... please forgive me God.... I was arrogant, no... I am arrogant....<br /><br />sorry..... for hurting somebodies i love too... it must be very unconvenience to hear me saying like that...<br /><br />sorry....<br /><br />i want to be a better human living.....xoxexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623984230518287608noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328571562160420012.post-70070849325120130072009-03-19T23:06:00.000+08:002009-03-19T23:35:13.693+08:0025I'm 25 years old now, starting yesterday!<br /><br />25....<br />quite famous numbers, people use it for silver anniversary, use it to describe a quarter of something (for things count until 100/0/0) especially indonesian people, we used to say something like seperempat abad to count things related with history, seperempat kilo to buy some sugar in traditional market, and any other seperempat (quarter)<br /><br />And for me....<br /><br />I got very rare experience on my 25th years old b-day yesterday, i got very hectic schedule, i got a very bad phone call from my boss T_T hiks hiks even i think i did not something wrong (it's good that missunderstanding already cleared), i got b'day dinner not with my friends but with some people i just knew for few days, i got a small b'day cake and some strangers singing happy birthday for me....<br /><br />what a day !!!! i was very tired and cried in the morning but the day must go on.... and i just realize in the end of the day, i've surrounded by amazing people, so i've to look forward! There are more peoples i've not met and places i've not been there =D<br /><br />25 is the gate of my maturity, i decided already for not faking promises as i sworn before.....<br /><br />So long my..... youth.... (but im still young and not boring lah yaaaa, just added some responsibilities and awareness hehehe)<br /><br />cheers<br />I was Smiling at the end of the day =Dxoxexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623984230518287608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328571562160420012.post-67974956962904417182009-03-17T17:15:00.000+08:002009-03-17T17:37:44.148+08:00Pemberian Kuasa dengan Hak SubstitusiSetelah beberapa bulan mendengar kata ini sering diucapkan oleh lingkungan sekitar, gw baru tau apa arti dari Hak Substitusi tersebut.... (heran ya padahal tinggal buka google doang tapi kenapa terkadang malas banget, memang yang namanya belajar itu walo gampang bikin males)<br /><br />so singkat kata aja Hak Substitusi itu adalah<br /><br /><span class="tbody"><span style="font-weight: bold;">pemberian hak dari pemberi kuasa kepada penerima kuasa untuk melimpahkan atau mewakilkan kuasa yang diberikan kepada orang lain selain mereka yang tercantum dalam surat kuasa diatas</span><br /><br />ilustrasi gampangnya adalah sebagai berikut<br />andai si otong memberi kuasa ke si cecep untuk menjual kambingnya di pasar dengan hak substitusi, maka jika ternyata si cecep pada hari penjualan kambing sakit perut dan ga bisa ke pasar dia punya hak untuk memberi kuasa ke si joko untuk pergi menjual kambing<br /><br />(penjualan kambing bisa diganti dengan penandatangan akta, penandatangan kontrak, dsb)<br /><br />ps. konon katanya hak substitusi ini sensitif klo di dunia pengacara, tapi bodo amat deh, gw ga ngerti dunia pengacara, dan belum mau ngerti<br /><br />terimakasih sudah baca<br /></span>xoxexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623984230518287608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328571562160420012.post-7348889112019222442009-03-17T12:10:00.001+08:002009-03-17T17:36:48.056+08:00Blogging via emailHei, just checking my blogger email<br /><br /><br />Sent from my BebekBerry® smartphone powered by XLxoxexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623984230518287608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328571562160420012.post-38460961311485697302009-03-17T11:31:00.000+08:002009-03-17T17:38:08.427+08:00Starting BloggingI will write here soon<br />Just Wait<br />=D<br /><br />see you !xoxexihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10623984230518287608noreply@blogger.com0