<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:06:12.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kabut-teh</title><subtitle type='html'>At first, I wasn't really interested in Blogging. Although I like to write, I had the assumption that blogging is a bit different (since you're also going to share what you write with anybody who come across to your blog - This issue matters because I am a bit introvert). But, I changed my mind, and gave it a try, and I guess  I enjoyed it ... Thus, here I am, blogging on-and-on.

semoga-dunia-lebih-damai-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-113207859679933046</id><published>2005-11-15T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T21:50:26.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made in China</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/WAWA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/WAWA.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 0cm 0cm 1pt;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A Zen story:&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once there was a very brave general who loved his antique tea cup so much.&lt;br /&gt;One day, he almost dropped it, and was terribly shocked because of it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to himself:&lt;br /&gt;"I have lead thousands of cavalries in war, and never once I scared.”&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm;"&gt;“Why do I sweat so much for this little cup?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;He then threw away the cup and let it broken into pieces.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 0cm 0cm 1pt;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Without realizing it, lately blogging consumed too much of me.&lt;br /&gt;And I believe that’s not very right.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s time for me to stop blogging and move on with the so-called "real life."&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha ... the term "real life" always sounds funny to me,&lt;br /&gt;So, I am going to throw away this little cup,&lt;br /&gt;but that does't mean it will necessarily broken,&lt;br /&gt;who knows if this cup was made from plastic or steel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   Oh yeah, thanks for the visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-113207859679933046?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/113207859679933046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=113207859679933046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/113207859679933046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/113207859679933046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/11/made-in-china.html' title='Made in China'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-113190616879853925</id><published>2005-11-13T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T09:26:54.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sedikit Dari Teman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/friends.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, several days ago one of my best friends called me, and we talked about several stuff. Among the things that we were talking about, there was a topic about “positive thinking.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He told me that last time he read my blog about the snowball effect, then he said that he got an idea that could improve the positive thinking method, whenever that snowball is about to come.&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before that, here’s the example of snowball effect (taken from the book “Don’t sweat the small stuff”):&lt;br /&gt;You might wake up in the middle of the night and remember a phone call that need to be made the following day. Then, rather than feeling relieved that you remembered such an important call, you start thinking about everything else you have to do tomorrow. You start rehearsing a probable conversation with your boss, getting yourself even more upset. Pretty soon you think to yourself, “I can’t believe how busy I am. I must make fifty phone calls a day. Whose life is this anyway?” and on and on it goes until you’re feeling sorry for yourself. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, not everybody have this kind of problem, but I certainly do, and as I began to recognize this problem (of course by reading the book), I was getting better and better at avoiding them. Now, his idea might help me even further.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here’s his idea:&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since snowball effect is about several negative thoughts that come consequently, we need to stop it before it’s getting bigger and bigger.&lt;br /&gt;My friend’s idea is to counter this snowball effect by having more and more positive thoughts about our selves whenever we start to feel sorry about ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Now, it’s not easy to suddenly remember good things about ourselves. So, my friend offered an idea: makes a positive card!&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;positive card&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He said that it should be a card that has the size of a credit card such that we could put it in our wallet and thus, we could have it ready whenever we need it. This card will contain positive things about one self. Now the effect won’t be too great if we fill it our selves (but one can certainly do that). We can always ask our best friends or just friends to make one for us, and maybe why don’t we make them one too; just like what people usually do in friendster: exchanging testimonials. Only this one is handwritten and very accessible.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;By remembering the things that we’re good at or our positive sides, we might avoid being sorry about ourselves, we might avoid the snowball effect. Thus, we reduce the chance of being depressed. Many unpleasant incidents were caused by depressing attitudes and depressing attitudes are very contagious (: being scolded usually makes you want to scold someone else). So, by avoiding being depressed, we indirectly make the world a little bit more peaceful – and thus, make this world a better place, Yahoo!&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a great idea&lt;/span&gt;”, I told him, “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can I post it on my blog?&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sure&lt;/span&gt;” he said. “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As long as you don’t put my name on it&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;So, instead, I put the picture of his laptop, hehe (above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/me%20and%20green%20hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/200/me%20and%20green%20hat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Me and My lucky green hat, on a sunny day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nb: Most of the time, despite its weird quality, my title got certain reason and not just randomly chosen. This time, I used the title “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sedikit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dari&lt;/span&gt; Teman&lt;/span&gt;” because this friend on the title is the same friend that I was talking about on my older post "&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005_07_18_kabut-teh_archive.html"&gt;Sedikit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Untuk&lt;/span&gt; Teman&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Side Note:&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just suddenly got an idea, why don’t I make those positive cards to all of my friends that I can identify their positive qualities, and then send it to them, plus the short explanation about the snowball effect, the positive card and positive thinking in general!&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, maybe I really should do it, it would make everybody’s day better isn’t it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ADDITION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fellow readers, help me improve the positive card!&lt;br /&gt;Post your ideas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;:-) have a nice day people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-113190616879853925?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/113190616879853925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=113190616879853925' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/113190616879853925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/113190616879853925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/11/sedikit-dari-teman.html' title='Sedikit Dari Teman'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-113160332955256025</id><published>2005-11-09T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T07:47:27.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Si Buta Membawa Lentera</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ketika seorang buta pamit dari temannya, temannya memberinya lentera.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Si buta&lt;/span&gt;: Aku tak perlu lentera, terang dan gelap tidak ada bedanya bagiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Teman&lt;/span&gt;: Ya, aku tahu itu. Tapi bila kamu tidak membawanya, orang lain akan menabrakmu dalam gelap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Si buta&lt;/span&gt;: Benar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di dalam hutan yang gelap …&lt;br /&gt;Mendadak … bruak!&lt;br /&gt;Si buta menabrak seseorang.&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Si buta&lt;/span&gt;: Aiyah …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Orang lain&lt;/span&gt;: Aiyah …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Si buta&lt;/span&gt;: Tidakkah kamu melihat lenteranya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Orang lain&lt;/span&gt;: Api dalam lenteramu sudah mati!&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;Mereka yang menggunakan kata-kata orang lain untuk mengajari orang terkadang bisa diumpamakan seperti orang buta. Cahaya lenteranya sudah lama mati, tapi ia sendiri tak menyadarinya.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m sorry Mr. Joshua Harris, for poorly introducing your book.&lt;br /&gt;story is taken from "The book of Zen" by Tsai Chih Chung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-113160332955256025?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/113160332955256025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=113160332955256025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/113160332955256025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/113160332955256025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/11/si-buta-membawa-lentera.html' title='Si Buta Membawa Lentera'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-113153327455172748</id><published>2005-11-09T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T19:24:22.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Love Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/love.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[This posting is kind of dubious, and maybe it's because I'm still not sure about my view myself. I mean Christianity is the based of the book but I actually don't believe in Christianity. I agree with some points in the book, but not the whole book, but I have in mind that True Christians must love this book. So, I hope there's something to be learnt from it, but I guarantee nothing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago when I read &lt;a href="http://scrwp.blogspot.com//"&gt;scrwp&lt;/a&gt;’s blog about love .. or the so-called true love. I was tempted to ask my self, what about me, what about my view about love, do I believe in true love and such…&lt;/p&gt;                    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Well, I am so virgin that I have never kissed any girl up until now, but I have watched enough adult videos that I know exactly how they made baby, it’s not from the birds or giant peach.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m just trying to say that I might never have any “serious relationship” with anybody yet, but I hope that doesn’t mean I know nothing about love, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Or do you think knowledge about love can be gained only by trial&amp;error which means people who have been with more girlfriends or boyfriends are more expert on the topic?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why do people never think that someone who slept with her ex and later on broke-up with her, will not repeat the same thing with his current girlfriend? Or wife?&lt;br /&gt;Why people think someone could change without the necessary experience, without the necessary knowledge, without the necessary understanding?&lt;br /&gt;So, do you think if someone want to get serious about love and relationship, should he/she learn it through experiences (which might involve kissing or maybe sleeping together)? Or through available information: books, friends, families, and seminar?&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, I don’t have the correct answer, you decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Nevertheless, I still believe that there must be something about love that we could learn. As for me, besides learning from friends and experiences, there is one book about dating that I really like. I think it’s beautifully written, and there’s so much we can learn from it.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, the book’s title is “&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/1590521358/qid=1131528146/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/103-0429835-7447066?v=glance&amp;amp;s=books&amp;n=507846"&gt;I Kissed Dating Goodbye&lt;/a&gt;” (click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Kissed_Dating_Goodbye"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more information). Well, it’s a Christian book actually, but trusts me even if you’re not Christian you might still like the book, because I do - although I don’t 100%ly agree with the book, but that is simply because I’m not a Christian. (Well, maybe I shouldn’t say that everybody will definitely love the book. For example I believe that Usher won’t) But, I think if you’re Christian this book will even make much more sense, and if you really care about being a good Christian, this book can really support you.&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So, about love and the book, let’s talk more about it.&lt;br /&gt;The book is divided into four parts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt; I kissed dating goodbye: the author tells us why the old dating paradigm is wrong.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The heart of the matter: learning the truer meaning of love.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Building a new lifestyle: as the title suggest.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Now what?: the continuation of the third part.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To talk wholly about the book might take several pages, so I will just put some interesting part about the book randomly:&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;First, everybody must agree with the common belief that nobody’s perfect, well if someone is cute and kind, she/he might be not smart enough, if she/he’s smart, that person might not be cute or kind, well … you got the point.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I believe that for most Christian, it is a must to marry another Christian. Just like Christians, each certain kind of people got their own “must” categories. Certain kind of woman adores the rich because her family raised her with the belief of money over everything else. Certain kind of man badly wants a motherly woman because his mother teaches him that that’s how a woman should be. Certain other kind of people demand character and attitude quality in their life partners. Now the last one must sounds good and wise; unfortunately even for that kind of people, to simply ignore beauty is not an easy thing to do. (Sometimes I said to myself, I know that it is very unfortunate for someone to be blind, but maybe one good thing about being blind is your eyes won’t deceive you).&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Anyway, the author suggests that to overcome this problem, when every times you “are falling head over heals for someone simply because of her charm and beauty,” “try to imagine what this girl will look like when she is fifty years old.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s an easy thing to do if she’s with her mother, the author added, if she’s not just try to use your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;The girl might be pretty now, but what happen if her beauty fades away?&lt;br /&gt;Character and attitude offer different result. Unlike outward appearance, they don’t get worse as someone grows old. Not everybody got this quality, but when you try hard enough you can see that some people have them. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Well, that’s just one tiny part of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm;"&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, if you think you’ve learned enough about love from &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, read these stories and think again (These two stories are taken from “I kissed dating goodbye”, page 55-58).&lt;/p&gt;                             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“You did what?” I asked in disbelief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jeff Laughed loudly and accelerated the car as we went around a turn. My shock apparently energized him. “Gloria told her mom she was staying at her friend’s house, and we rented a room at hotel Friday night,” he said as if it were no big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Though he hardly seemed old enough to be driving, my sixteen-year-old friend was acting as my chauffer during the summer weeks I spent at my grandmother’s home in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Ohio&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. Our parents had known each other since the couples were newly-weds; we had pictures playing together as preschoolers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jeff and his girlfriend, Gloria, had been going out for a while. If you didn’t count the numerous times they had broken up then reconciled, they had dated for almost a year. Jeff had always remained vague about their level of physical involvement, but now they had obviously fully consummated their relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“We got a room at the Holiday Inn in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Dayton&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,” he explained as he put his hand out the window into the cool night air. Turning to me he grinned, winked mischievously, and said, “Man, oh man.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“I can’t believe you,” I said, letting the tone of my voice convey my disapproval. “You mean you and Gloria had … you had … I mean you slept together?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jeff could tell I wasn’t pleased. He wanted me to be impressed, to slap him on the back like one of his football teammates in the locker room and praise him for his “exploit.” I wanted to slap him all right, but not on the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“Look, Josh,” he said defensively, “we’ve waited a long time for this. It was very special. Maybe it doesn’t meet your morals, but we felt that it was the right time to show our love.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“My morals?” I said indignantly. “My morals? Since when were they mine?” How many times have we talked about this? With each other? At church? Jeff, you know that wasn’t right. You …”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“We love each other,” Jeff said, cutting me off in mid-sentence. “If you ever really fall in love, then you’ll understand.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The conversation ended. For some reason the stoplight took forever to turn green. We sat silently as the turn signal clicked off and on. I looked out the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Four years later, Jeff was going to college in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Michigan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. “I’m engaged!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;he told me over the phone. “Debbie is incredible. I’ve never been so in love.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“That’s great,” I said. My congratulations sounded hollow. I couldn’t help it. I was thinking of Gloria. I hadn’t seen her for a long time. What was she now? Three of four girlfriends back? Love huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;The First Kiss&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“How does Chinese sound?” I asked as we pulled out of the driveway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“Hey, that’s great,” Eric replied with his typical enthusiasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’d only just met Eric and his wife, Leslie, but had already noted Eric’s exuberance and excitement about everything-even my restaurant suggestion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“That’s alright with you honey?” he gently asked Leslie, who was sitting in the back seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“Sure,” she replied sweetly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eric and Leslie had stopped by to visit me during a drive through the Northwest. A friend in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Colorado&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; had told me about these newlyweds and the little book they had written. The book told the story of how they had met and grown to love each other without following the typical pattern of dating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You’d be hard pressed to find two more romantic people. They adored each other, and it showed. Eric rarely took his eyes off Leslie. Sitting in the passenger seat on the way to the restaurant, he slipped his hand behind the seat, and Leslie reached forward and clasped it. Holding his hands when one person is sitting in the front seat and the other is in the back? I’d never seen that before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After dinner, while we cracked upon our fortune cookies, I had a question. “You two can’t keep your hands off each other,” I began teasingly. Leslie blushed. “Was it difficult keeping the physical side of your relationship pure while you were engaged?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eric took Leslie’s hand and smiled at her before he answered. “Of course the desire for that was present- it always will be,” he said. “But no, it wasn’t a struggle. Leslie and I decided very early in our relationship that we were going to refrain from physical contact until we were married. Our first kiss was at the altar.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My jaw dropped. “You didn’t kiss until you got married?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“Nope,” Eric said, beaming. “The most we did was hold hands. And Josh, we know that kind of standard isn’t for every couple. We didn’t make that decision to be legalistic; it came from the heart. Everyone, even our parents, told us we should kiss. But we both decided it was what we wanted to do. It was a way to show our love, to protect each other before we were married.” And then, with a twinkle in his eye, he said, “Let me tell you, Josh, that first kiss was the most incredible, beautiful thing in the world. I can’t even begin to describe it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/love%20fingers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/love%20fingers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"You two can't keep your hands off each other"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric and Leslie. Jeff and Gloria. Two couples that used the same word- love- to explain what motivated them to act in opposite ways. Were both couples talking about the same thing? For Jeff and Gloria, love justified a night in a hotel room enjoying each other’s bodies before marriage. For Eric and Leslie, love meant barely touching each other before they walked to the altar. For Jeff and Gloria, love was impatient and demanded compromise. For Eric and Leslie, love fueled integrity and gave them the patience needed to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;One word. Two definitions.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 0cm 0cm 1pt;"&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm;"&gt;End-of-story&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What a long one … I’m tired .. but it’s definitely worth it.&lt;br /&gt;I would otherwise feel bad if I’m not sharing such beautiful and enlightening stories about love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the ending of this posting, I will quote a poem from the same book, the poem was called “A woman’s question” by Lena Lathrop.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A Woman’s Question&lt;/p&gt;                                   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="main"&gt;        Do you know you have asked for the costliest thing&lt;br /&gt;Ever made by the Hand above?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman’s heart, and a woman’s life-&lt;br /&gt;And a woman’s wonderful love.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you know you have asked for this priceless thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As a child might ask for a toy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Demanding what others have died to win,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With the reckless dash of a boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have written my lesson of duty out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manlike, you have questioned me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now stand at the bars of my woman’s soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Until I shall question thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You require your mutton shall always be hot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your socks and your shirt be whole;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I require your heart be true as God’s stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And as pure as His heaven your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You require a cook for your mutton and beef,&lt;br /&gt;I require a far greater thing;&lt;br /&gt;A seamstress you’re wanting for socks and shirts-&lt;br /&gt;I look for a man and a king.&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A king for the beautiful realm called Home,&lt;br /&gt;And a man that His Maker, God,&lt;br /&gt;Shall look upon as He did on the first&lt;br /&gt;And say: “It is very good.”&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am fair and young, but the rose may fade&lt;br /&gt;From this soft young cheek one day;&lt;br /&gt;Will you love me then ’mid the falling leaves,&lt;br /&gt;As you did ’mong the blossoms of May?&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is your heart an ocean so strong and true,&lt;br /&gt;I may launch my all on its tide?&lt;br /&gt;A loving woman finds heaven or hell&lt;br /&gt;On the day she is made a bride.&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I require all things that are grand and true,&lt;br /&gt;All things that a man should be;&lt;br /&gt;If you give this all, I would stake my life&lt;br /&gt;To be all you demand of me.&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you cannot be this, a laundress and cook&lt;br /&gt;You can hire and little to pay;&lt;br /&gt;But a woman’s heart and a woman’s life&lt;br /&gt;Are not to be won that way.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 0cm 0cm 1pt;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, what a beautiful  poem ….&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how immature I am…..&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have-a-nice-day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pretty true love story&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;a href="http://imeldaharsono.blogspot.com/"&gt;Imelda&lt;/a&gt;'s blog: click &lt;a href="http://imeldaharsono.blogspot.com/2005/09/mid-autumn-festival.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sn: I don't know where that picture was taken. It isn't mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-113153327455172748?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/113153327455172748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=113153327455172748' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/113153327455172748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/113153327455172748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/11/love-love-love.html' title='Love Love Love'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-113117223390593401</id><published>2005-11-04T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T09:01:56.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigger Than My Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/good%20place%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/good%20place%2001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday when I was out of town with my family, I had a little talk with my dad. I always admire my dad especially because of his willingness to change. I think of my dad as a very good father, but to my older siblings and my mom he wasn’t always like that, he wasn’t that nice before I was born they say. Let’s just say that my dad once was a very bad boy and one day (after he looked at my lucky baby face* hehe) he decided to change to be a better man, and he succeeded. My father always told me that what saved him at that time, what made him changed were knowledge and understandings where in the case of my father they came from Chinese sayings and books. Yeah, in other words, once books and sayings saved my dad, and indirectly they helped my father raised me as a child. Oh and what a beautiful thing that several years ago, books once saved my life too. Well, to be more exact it saved me from insanity and big depression. When I was on the top of depression where everything looked so dark, I accidentally came across to a book which guided me out of my depression gradually. Since that time, I knew exactly why my father loves to read.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After sharing some feelings, I think I am in the mood to share some more. Several days ago, I was a bit angry with my friend. Well, she commented on how I changed so much these days, well in a bad way not in a good way. She said that I am being hard to talk to, that I am so moody, that I am always thinking of weird stuff, that it is not fun to talk with me.&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Right after I put down the phone. I was trying to analyze why I became so angry, why she said that, was it all true what she just said? Well, I appreciate her honesty, after all they say that praises comes from your enemy and critiques comes from your teacher, but still, it hurt me, after all, in these days, what I really need is encouragements and not critiques. I know several things that I really need to change, and I am trying; those words went straight to my heart, took away my newly built confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, I was trying to conclude that she was just tired herself, maybe now that she is not as popular as she was, she just really needed to criticize someone so that she could feel better about herself, but that was not wise for me to think like that. So, I tried to come to a better conclusion, maybe it was the fact that I did not talk to her much whenever we went out together that made her feel that way about me. Maybe she just tried to help me. Maybe she is just not lucky enough to be so wise that all she says can make someone else be happy - after all she is just a woman and a woman is not an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Or maybe, she was just being honest, and she was right about several things she said, and maybe she believed that I did not know that facts that she really had to tell me about that.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I am hard to talk to … well oh yeah I have no idea why I adopted this undesirable trait but it’s kind of true that for someone I barely knew and especially women, I am not a good talker at all, but I think I listen better.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I am so moody … well, it’s true at some points, and I’ve been thinking about this too. For now, my educated guess is that coffee and beers are the causes. I am working on it though.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I am always thinking of weird stuff … well, it’s not exactly weird. Maybe I am not good at presenting what I know such that I make it seems weird. I am trying to think of something very clear and useful, I am just trying to make a difference, maybe the problem is I am not really good at it. In that case, I will try to be better especially at presenting them next time.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;It is not fun to talk with me … Ok, I am working on it … &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;               &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, what changed me so much in these years?&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago, I still could feel in my blood the aggresive tempers that I got from my father, but lately, I turned into more and more introvert and quiet, oh man how I miss to be a bad boy. It isn’t that nice, because most of the time, I have to avoid confrontations, swallow my anger which indirectly damage my body. It was a good achievement at first, and I boosted my confidence, but after a while, I began to forgot how to be really angry, how to confront people. In result, nowadays, I frequently found my self speechless; I can’t protect even my own pride and it made me cry at times.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I’m not sure though that it was the only reason I changed so much these years. I’m pretty sure that my 5yrs journey in the states was responsible for this too. I find difficulty to determine the exact reason though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lun Yu - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Analects_of_Confucius"&gt;The Analects&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1, paragraph 1, To Learn.&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confucius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; said, “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn’t it a joy to acquire knowledge and be able to put it to use?&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I really wish I could ask this question to the master, “Oh, master. I find a joy in learning and acquiring knowledge, but I am not sure if I am any good at using them, or maybe more like presenting them. What should I do? What should I do?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confucius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; said,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;… Isn’t he a gentleman who bears no grudge against those who do not know his strength?&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I only wear a third class clothes, yet I want everybody to notice about it, what a shame ... I’m sorry.. I’m sorry for being so cocky … I should remind my self, I should remind my self, I should remind my self more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-113117223390593401?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/113117223390593401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=113117223390593401' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/113117223390593401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/113117223390593401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/11/bigger-than-my-body.html' title='Bigger Than My Body'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-113111556353505370</id><published>2005-11-04T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T10:23:51.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O R E H</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Man, I just don’t get it …&lt;br /&gt;Why birds can fly, and men can’t?&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If a man has the passion, and has the knowledge,&lt;br /&gt;Why Heaven doesn’t give him mouth as well?&lt;br /&gt;The best jewelries are deserved to be kept in the safest box,&lt;br /&gt;But why does the master keep afraid to show them off?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O R E H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A sincere dragon is imprisoned&lt;br /&gt;in the shame mountain,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for a hero, to save him-&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ….. It can’t wait to save the world.&lt;br /&gt;It can’t wait to save the world.&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A sincere dragon is waiting&lt;br /&gt;for a hero, to take it away&lt;br /&gt;from the shame mountain,&lt;br /&gt;from the cloud of fears,&lt;br /&gt;to save the world, only to save the world,&lt;br /&gt;not to gain fame &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to gain wealth …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;If such sincerity is ignored by Heaven,&lt;br /&gt;why would men should care?&lt;br /&gt;why would angels should?&lt;br /&gt;and the dragon cries …&lt;br /&gt;alas, if heaven ignores it,&lt;br /&gt;what could it do, what could it do?&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once Confucius said, “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at fifty, I realized that Heaven had its own will. I blamed neither Heaven nor man&lt;/span&gt;.” Shouldn’t the dragon be ashamed that at the age of thousands years, it still doesn’t understand what Confucius gained at the age of fifty?&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let the Heaven sings .. let the Heaven sings ..&lt;br /&gt;I will watch the beauty with eager eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and a happy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-113111556353505370?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/113111556353505370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=113111556353505370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/113111556353505370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/113111556353505370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/11/o-r-e-h.html' title='O R E H'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-113090929219928036</id><published>2005-11-01T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T21:38:56.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/ketupat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/ketupat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry ..&lt;br /&gt;kayanya tanpa sadar, terkadang gua menulis sesuatu yang terlalu "memaksakan" ... you know .. postingan-postingan gua ini kan seharusnya just about my opinion, my feelings, my views, or sesuatu yang related with one of my passions: perdamaian dunia! hehe. ....&lt;br /&gt;Tapi perlu diakui terkadang, tanpa menyadari gua menulis, dan memilih kata-kata yang kurang tepat, sehingga seakan-akan gua itu berpendapat kalau yang gua tulis itu "pasti benernya," padahal itu kan cuman pendapat saya .. dan kemungkinannya salah dan tidak disetujui jauh lebih besar dari pada kemungkinan benernya ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ... maaf, kalau ada yang pernah tersinggung atau semacamnya.&lt;br /&gt;maksud saya cuman satu: saya ingin dunia-lebih-damai saja ..&lt;br /&gt;dan entah kenapa saya suka memikirkannya,&lt;br /&gt;dan entah kenapa terakhir-terakhir banyak dari pemikiran itu yang terposting.&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the suports, I hope I could be better next time ...&lt;br /&gt;Selamat hari raya idul fitri bagi yang merayakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sn: credit of pictures goes to maljongkok.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-113090929219928036?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/113090929219928036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=113090929219928036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/113090929219928036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/113090929219928036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/11/maaf.html' title='Maaf'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-113084456151421573</id><published>2005-11-01T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T03:41:59.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/japangirlnighttour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/japangirlnighttour.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents once told me that when I was just a baby, there was this one song that I loved so much that whenever I cried and they played this song, I would stop crying .. and whenever I could not sleep .. .. I would.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was long ago, and I guess my parents told me this story when I was in elementary school. I have no idea at all why did I love this music. Well, the tunes is pretty catchy, but why that particular song .. I have no idea … &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During my elementary school, my older sisters listened to Bon Jovi, Jason Donovan, Bryan Adams, which more or less made me like them too. At the same time, my older brother listened to a more hardcore music like 2livecrew, Metallica and without doubt, after some repetitions of unconscious listening, I too liked his music.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I was in Junior highschool, I started to listen to Housemusic (influenced from my brother) and Chinese music (influenced from my sister and parents), it spans from the older music like “long te juan ren” the hokkian “ai pia cia e ya” the music with so much “lai lai lai lai” in the lyrics --- to more modern songs by hk artist like andy lau, jacky cheung and beyond (which is my sister all time fave).&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During the senior high school, my sister studied in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Taiwan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and collected almost every Beyond’s album, she liked their song so much, nevertheless, me too like Beyond so much. Back then, I listened to them a lot, really a lot. Before the Beyond era ended, my sister introduced me to something new that my friend would laugh at during that time: it’s Korean music .. music by artist&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;like Clon and H.O.T.- boysband with amazing break-dance skill. And right at the end of hihgschool era, I started to listen to Japanese music (started with the ost of Great Teacher Onitzuka).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I was in the states, the napster, kazza, and bittorrent technology have broadened my taste of music. I started to listen to more Koreans .. more Japanese … more Indonesians .. more Jazz .. more Raps .. more Rocks … more Classics ..&lt;/p&gt;                                     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That in result, nowadays, I listen to so many kind of songs ..&lt;br /&gt;from the vina panduwinata's "burung camar" ..&lt;br /&gt;the chinese classic "long te juan ren",&lt;br /&gt;the hokkian "ai pia cia e ya"&lt;br /&gt;the tupac shakur's “changes” ..&lt;br /&gt;the nirvana's "smells like teen spirit"&lt;br /&gt;the mettalica’s “enter sandman”&lt;br /&gt;the rage against the machine ..&lt;br /&gt;the dave bruberk's "take five,&lt;br /&gt;the Nat King Cole’s “deck the hall”&lt;br /&gt;the Frank Sinatra’s “coffee songs”…&lt;br /&gt;the H.O.T. "we are the future"&lt;br /&gt;the vivaldi's "four seasons."&lt;br /&gt;the mozart's "rondo ala turco"&lt;br /&gt;the Beethoven’s “fur elise”&lt;br /&gt;the radja's "tulus" ...&lt;br /&gt;the Sheila on 7’s “kita”&lt;br /&gt;the mocca’s albums ..&lt;br /&gt;the strokes’ albums ..&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Norah Jones .. Alicia Keys .. Coldplay .. Gorrilaz …basically I like almost all kind of music … almost all kind of genres .. but still my favorite is Japanese rock ... and pop.. coz the Japanese are superbly creative artists ..&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/noodles06.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/noodles06.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;The Noodles Live in Concert 2005:&lt;br /&gt;there is someone you know in the crowd (not inthe picture),&lt;br /&gt;guess who? :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, the fact that I listened to so many kind of music, and enjoyed them all, has once made me concluded that "every good music is good music."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It was 4 or maybe 5 years ago when I said that “semua lagu itu pada dasare enak … “ and my roommate challenged me with the question “so, do you like dangdut?”&lt;br /&gt;After more considerations, I change my principle to “semua lagu yang enak itu enak.”&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean?&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Tentu saya bisa berkata kalau tidak semua lagu itu enak, dan kalian semua setuju.&lt;br /&gt;Yah seperti halnya karya seni lain, pasti ada diantara lagu yang tidak dibuat dengan effort yang cukup atau oleh seseorang yang tidak cukup berbakat, yang mengakibatkan ada lagu yang bisa dinilai sebagai lagu yang tidak enak.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Kelihatannya sepele, masalahnya, terkadang seseorang mengkomentari suatu lagu sebagai tidak enak (instead of “saya tidak suka lagu itu” orang tersebut berkata “lagu itu tidak enak” atau mungkin dengan komentar tidak enak terselubung seperti “lagu itu childish” or “kampugan” or “aneh” … or “bikin kepala orang pusing” .. or something else ..”). &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Namun apakah lagu yang dikomentarinya itu memang benar-benar tidak enak? dimana semua orang di dunia tidak ada yang menyukainya (kecuali pengarangnya dan penyanyinya), dimana lagu itu nadanya terlalu tidak harmonis, liriknya terlalu cliché dan penyanyinya super engga bias nyanyi .. dan si pemain musik semua super amatir .. dan dimana semua ahli musik beranggapan lagu itu terlalu dangkal dan sederhana, menurut saya kalau memang demikian barulah mungkin lagu itu pantas dibilang tidak enak dan saya rasa semua orang di dunia akan setuju akan penilaian “tidak enak” tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;Dan bukankah seharusnya semua lagu yang tidak termasuk dalam definisi tidak enak diatas berarti adalah lagu enak?&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Namun, kenyataannya sering seseorang beranggapan bahwa suatu lagu itu tidak enak, padahal ada ratusan ribu orang di dunia yang menyukai lagu itu, ada puluhan ahli musik yang pasti bersedia memberikan komentar tertulis bahwa lagu itu lagu yang enak.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Contohnya: mungkin terkadang hanya karena seseorang tidak suka genre tertentu dia sembarang mengkeletuk kalau lagu jazz tertentu itu boring … kalau lagu oldies tertentu itu kampungan .. kalau lagu rock tertentu itu brutal …. Kalau lagu boysband tertentu itu childish, kalau lagu rap tertentu itu anarchist .. kalau trance tertentu itu hanya untuk drug-addicts dan sebagianya ..&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/250px-Edliner_Mozart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/200/250px-Edliner_Mozart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mozart - The genius composer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Example from my life: terkadang gua juga suka dengerin lagu oldies Chinese yang dinyanyiin orang-orang di pesta pernikahan, satu atau dua teman pasti pernah berkomentar kalau lagu itu kampungan or something.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Padahal, kalau kita mau benar benar tulus mendengarkan melodinya, lagu tersebut jelas jelas mempunyai melodi yang indah sekali … &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dan kenapa sesuatu yang indah sekali bisa dibilang kampungan?&lt;/span&gt; Apakah dunia sudah sebingung itu? Atau saya yang kebingungan sendiri?&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Same thing with lagu rap .. biarpun terkadang liriknya agak ngaco, namun tidak semua lagu rap demikian .. for example lagu tupac shakur yang berjudul “changes” dia menganjurkan kepada pendengarnya (orang item) kalau they need to change … mereka engga bisa terus-terusan bertingkah laku yang ga bener … they need to change ..now, kita bisa engga suka lagu rap .. and that’s not a problem … tapi kita tidak seharusnya berkomentar jelek tentang lagu rap tanpa dasar yang jelas …..&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Same thing with boysband, kalau loe suka lagu-lagunya boysband dan enjoy it, kenapa mesti malu dibilang “childish” .. true to your self ..it’s alrite to listen to boysband or even dangdut … &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;music is a form of art, enjoy the kind of art you like!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Nah, then ketika my roommate asked me the question “do you like dangdut?” gua tahu kalau jawabannya adalah “tidak, gua tidak suka dangdut” Namun gua tidak berkata kalau lagu dangdut itu tidak enak (dan gua yakin kalau banyak lagu dangdut yang enak).. hanya saja karena lingkungan .. tepatnya prejudice yang diterapkan di lingkunganku sejak aku kecil-lah yang membuatku tidak dapat menikmati musik dangdut. Mungkin kalau aku dilahirkan di keluarga seorang pembantu atau supir di desa-desa, sangat mungkin sekali aku bakalan menyukai lagu dangdut.&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya gua pernah ingin mencoba mencari lagu dangdut yang terkenal, dan mencoba menikmatinya … namun ternyata prejudice bawaan itu terlalu kuat sehingga aku belum bisa menikmati lagu dangdut.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Pada dasarnya menurut saya kalau ada suatu lagu yang disukai oleh banyak orang (mungkin dari kelompok tertentu), maka lagu itu berarti enak. Kalau seseorang menganggap lagu tersebut tidak enak, berarti dia mengartikan dua hal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt; kelompok orang yang menganggap lagu itu enak berselera rendah&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;definisi lagu enaknya itu selfish: (hanya yang enak menurut dialah yang dia anggap enak, penilaian enak yang orang lain berikan adalah salah)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kita sangat boleh berkomentar “saya tidak suka lagu tertentu” tapi untuk berkata “lagu itu sangat kampungan” bukankah itu menyakiti perasaan orang lain? Bukankah itu secara sedikit menjauhi misi perdamaian dunia?&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Hargailah selera musik orang lain …&lt;br /&gt;Hargailah selera orang lain ..&lt;br /&gt;Hargailah orang lain ..&lt;br /&gt;Hargailah …&lt;br /&gt;Dan kita menciptakan dunia yang sedikit lebih damai :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-113084456151421573?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/113084456151421573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=113084456151421573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/113084456151421573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/113084456151421573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/11/good-music.html' title='Good Music'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-113053280056655912</id><published>2005-10-28T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T14:12:53.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Out There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/highlands_0072_t.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/highlands_0072_t.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today, I went to eat bubur with a friend. We talked about a lot of things, when suddenly he brought up an interesting topic … well, it’s about the dunia-kerja where as many said to me before “shows the true characteristic of someone.” Yeah, they say people will show their real colors whenever money is involved in the matter. &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He told me that one of his friends with initial W, -who already started a pretty good business and got many connections across the country- told him that “in the business world, you will find a lot of deceiving characters. Your friend that you thought you always knew might not really be the same person at all when it’s about making money, when it’s about gaining more profit. You can’t blindly trust even your old buddies.”&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What upset me the most was when my friend told me that one of our friends was exactly like the&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; kind of friend that W mentioned: the kind of friend who cheated for money (let’s called him Nyesal&lt;/span&gt; to avoid excessive usage of the word “friend”). My friend enthusiastically shared the story that some months ago he worked together with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Nyesal&lt;/span&gt; for a project that’s related to both graphic-design and programming. My friend worked for the programming part where &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Nyesal&lt;/span&gt;’s more like the group project and worked more on the street (buying stuff, paying some bills). Since my friend thought that &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Nyesal&lt;/span&gt; was an old friend of his (and mine &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ), he trusted him completely (or blindly?) about the payment for several deals and bills. The thing is, later on my friend caught &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Nyesal&lt;/span&gt; lied about some of the bills. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Nyesal&lt;/span&gt; purposely lied to my friend because of some millions Rupiahs. I still can’t believe it, we were buddies, and we hang out together a lot back then in High School. It really broke my friend’s heart - it broke my heart too.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea that the evil of greed could be that strong – do we have to become greedy to be rich – do we have to cheat our friend to be financially successful? &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Upon answering the question: do we have to be rich? Many must say “no,” but in the reality can we not see that people do not really like the idea of being moderate. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morrie_Schwartz"&gt;Morrie&lt;/a&gt; once asked “what’s wrong with being number two?” and I got a Goosebumps. I guess such (supposedly) simple question could be very strong because this current world forces us to have the belief that “number one is the best,” that “richest is the best,” that “the richer the better” that the idea of being number two is weird.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unluckily when everybody believes that we can’t be number two, that we can’t be moderate, that “the richer the better” they might also unconsciously accept the consequences of this kind of philosophy.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At first, when they can’t find a way to be rich – they will think harder!&lt;br /&gt;And when they still can’t find it – they will think even harder!&lt;br /&gt;But if after such effort they still can’t find a way – they will cheat, steal, do anything!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If that’s not the philosophy of the many, why there are so many con men, so many crimes, so many corruptions&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;… so many crimes …&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We were forced to be rich,&lt;br /&gt;and thus the lucky ones find the easiest way,&lt;br /&gt;the smart ones find the moderate way,&lt;br /&gt;the diligent ones find the hardest way,&lt;br /&gt;and the unlucky ones take over other people’s way.&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The magic of love is somewhere out there, yet we ignore it and choose the way of the money to rule the kingdom of human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;And I sing …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                               &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Where do I go to find love?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the crowd, but they were too busy ignoring love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go to find love?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the priest, but he was too busy praying love and preaching love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go to find love?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the teachers, but he was too busy teaching love and studying love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go to find love?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the artist, but he was too busy painting love, singing love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go to find love?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the lovers, but they were too busy making love with their lovers.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;If I go to the highest mountain, will I find love there?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go to the deepest sea, will I find love there?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Once an angel told me–&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That love can change the world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That love is the secret of life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That love is the answer of life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That love is heaven.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;But love, where can I find you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can I find you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can I find you love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/Copy%20of%20Color%20me%20Bad%2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/200/Copy%20of%20Color%20me%20Bad%2006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;--- have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-113053280056655912?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/113053280056655912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=113053280056655912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/113053280056655912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/113053280056655912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/10/somewhere-out-there.html' title='Somewhere Out There'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-113008703987459381</id><published>2005-10-23T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T22:17:05.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Telkomnet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/konek%20telkomnet%20instan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/konek%20telkomnet%20instan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah menyadari kalau tarif telkomnet adalah 15,000 perjamnya (paling tidak itu kata teman saya), saya baru menyadari kalau dengan jam online rata-rata seperti sekarang (2-3 jam sehari), berarti saya mesti mengantisipasi bill telepon sebanyak 15,000 * 2 or 3 * 30 = 600,000 - 900,000 rupiah, atau 60-90 dollar. Dimana bill internet ketika di US aja cuman 20$, dan dengan kecepatan sekitar 40 kali lipat kecepatan telkomnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan konsiderasi ini, maka saya memutuskan untuk sementara akan mengurangi jam online menjadi 2-3 jam per 3 hari (means: less update too) --- mungkin sampai pada bulan depan (atau dua bulan lagi), dimana gua berencana berlangganan cable internet (Indosat) dengan tarif 500,000 rupiah perbulan, yang biarpun tidak terlalu murah, tapi paling tidak bisa dipakai sepuasnya dan kecepatannya juga not too bad (aproximately 30k/s atau 6-7 kali telkomnet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okdah, thanks for visiting (and probably leaving marks :p)&lt;br /&gt;Whoever you are - wherever you are - have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-113008703987459381?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/113008703987459381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=113008703987459381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/113008703987459381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/113008703987459381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/10/telkomnet.html' title='Telkomnet!'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112990986558978320</id><published>2005-10-21T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T09:10:06.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lords who became Saints</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/old_man_chinese_painting.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/old_man_chinese_painting.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah seharian panas, untungnya malam ini &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;surabaya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; sedikit terguyur hujan. Gua yang tadinya lagi asyik baca buku, gara-gara hujan ini langsung teringat akan positive thinking, yang kemudian mengingatkan gua akan blog gua; yah, mengingatkan untuk update blog gua :p.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I actually wrote something yesterday, but it’s not done yet and I’m not in the mood to continue it at this moment. So, I guess I will share something about this interesting book that I just borrow from my brother.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Judul bukunya adalah&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0399140115/002-5742595-4008826?v=glance&amp;n=283155&amp;amp;n=507846&amp;s=books&amp;amp;v=glance"&gt;Lords of the Rim&lt;/a&gt;” (para pendekar pesisir). Judulnya yang mungkin mirip judul buku silat atau plesetan LOTR ini, ternyata berisikan kisah tentang taipan-taipan &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indonesian_Chinese"&gt;Cina perantauan&lt;/a&gt; (Overseas Chinese): dimulai dari asal usul mereka, leluhur mereka, dan kisah sukses sepak terjang mereka di dunia bisnis.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Saya sendiri baru selesai membacai sampai bab 4 (totalnya buku ini sepanjang 388 halaman dan terbagi menjadi 19 bab), dan di 4 bab pertama itu pengarang masih belum menyentuh cerita-cerita tentang taipan-taipan besar macam om Liem (mungkin di bab belasan baru dibahas) dan hal-hal (yang saya harapkan) menarik lainnya; dalam 4 bab pertama ini masih dibahas mengenai Cina pada zaman dahulu, dimulai dari ratusan tahun sebelum masehi.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Pengarang buku yang adalah orang non-chinese ini bisa dibilang cukup objective atau ringan-mulut (tergantung siapa yang berpendapat), yang pasti dia tampak cukup blak-blakan dalam berpendapat walaupun tentunya pendapatnya juga belum tentu benar. Terlepas dari pendapat-pendapatnya yang kurang simpatik, ke-empat bab pertama dari buku ini ternyata sangat menarik sekali, dan mengandung cerita-cerita kuno, serta informasi yang menurut saya cukup menarik.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Buku itu dimulai dari cerita singkat mengenai negara Cina dan orang Cina – dimana dia memperkenalkan pembaca tentang kenyataan bahwa cukup sering penguasa Cina berkhianat atau berlicik ria mempermainkan nasib orang non-pemerintah, terutama pedagang dan wiraswasta (yang mungkin mendorong diciptakannya jembatan penyelamat berupa uang-suap atau korupsi dari sisi pemerintah. hm … kebiasaan menyuap -&gt; sudah dari zaman sebelum masehi?). Contoh yang diberikan tidak tanggung-tanggung adalah cerita yang cukup terkenal mengenai &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cao_Cao"&gt;Cao Cao&lt;/a&gt; (salah seorang pemimpin dari &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Three_Kingdoms"&gt;zaman tiga kerajaan&lt;/a&gt;) dan perwira logistiknya.&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Dimana suatu saat ketika Cao Cao sedang mengepung suatu kota, perwira logistiknya melapor tentang masalah menipisnya bahan makanan, dan meminta pendapat Cao Cao. Kemudian, Cao Cao memerintahkan untuk mengurangi jatah serdadu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perwira logistik tersebut berpendapat kalau para serdadu tidak mungkin terima, tapi Cao Cao menjawab “aku akan membereskannya.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika para serdadu mulai mengeluh, Cao Cao memanggil perwira logistik dan berkata “aku ingin meminjam milikmu untuk menenangkan mereka. Kepalamu. Kuharap kau tidak keberatan. Kehidupan keluargamu akan kujamin.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Para&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; Algojo memenggal kepalanya dan memajangnya untuk dipertontonkan ke seluruh serdadu dengan tulisan “Perwira Logistik Wang Hou dihukum karena mencuri dari lumbung dan mengurangi jatah pasukan”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/CaoCao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/200/CaoCao.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;General Cao Cao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian isi buku tersebut diteruskan oleh cerita mengenai &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sun_Tzu"&gt;Sun Tzu&lt;/a&gt; (dan pengaruh besar yang dibawa oleh buku perang Sun Tzu tersebut), berlanjut ke cerita Sun Bin (keturunan Sun Tzu).&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Yang selanjutnya menarik adalah cerita mengenai Lu Pu Wei yang disebut-sebut sebagai satu-satunya pedagang yang berkuasa sebagai perdana menteri hingga tahun 1930an. Ia berkuasa tentunya bukan karena ada sinar dari langit yang memberinya sayap dan ilmu kedewaan, namun Ia berkuasa karena kelicinannya dan&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;taktik-taktik liciknya (singkatnya dengan tipu muslihat dan ilmu suap-kiri suap-kanan, Lu berhasil membuat anak kandungnya yang tertanam di istri kaisar menjadi putera mahkota (bahkan sebelum kaisar tersebut menjadi kaisar, dan kaisar ini menikahi wanita yang bekas gundik kesayangan Lu ini ketika wanita itu baru saja mengandung anak Lu), dan pada mulanya tidak ada seseorangpun selain dia yang mengetahui perihal ini, dan ketika putera mahkota ini mewarisi tahta untuk menjadi kaisar dan masih terlalu kecil, Lu menjadi perdana menteri selama sepuluh tahun) – dikononkan, taktik liciknya itu merupakan penerapan prinsip-prinsip Sun Tzu. Yang lebih mengejutkan lagi anak dari Lu ini adalah kaisar pertama Cina (Tsi Huang Thi) yang telah menyatukan daratan Cina yang luas itu, yang memberikan perintah pembangunan tembok Cina yang panjangnya kurang lebih 4000km (lebih panjang dari Surabaya-Jakarta).&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Nah, yang lebih menarik &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;lagi dari cerita mengenai Lu Pu Wei (atau gua doank yang berpendapat ini menarik yah?) adalah suatu sejarah mengenai asal usul Cina perantauan (atau bagi WNI keturunan: asal usul kita – atau bagi WNI asli yang mempunyai teman WNI keturunan: asal usul temen loe itu :p). Nah sebelum membahas lebih lanjut mengenai hal tersebut, saya ingin bercerita sedikit mengenai pengalaman pribadi: &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Beberapa saat lalu ketika sedang beriseng-iseng baca wikipedia, saya baru menyadari kalau ternyata Cina perantauan di &lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Indonesia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; tidak datang dengan sendiri-sendiri dan dalam kurun waktu yang tidak menentu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata Cina perantauan di Indonesia datang melalui 3 gelombang besar: yaitu yang pertama adalah zaman perjalanan panjang panglima Zheng He yang ternyata adalah seorang Muslim (perjalanannya yang bersejarah itu adalah salah satu yang terbesar sepanjang sejarah dan dibahas di majalah national geographic edisi bulan July 2005 - baca artikel tersebut &lt;a href="http://www7.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/0507/feature2/"&gt;disini&lt;/a&gt;), yang kedua adalah masa-masa setelah perang opium, dan yang terakhir adalah pertengahan abad 20 ini.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimana ternyata mayoritas dari mereka adalah penduduk propinsi KwangTung, Fu Jian, dan &lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Hunan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;. (terus terang saya tidak tahu menahu mengenai hal ini sampai saya baca di wikipedia). Nah setelah menyadari hal tersebut, saya lebih penasaran lagi mengenai cerita cerita tentang leluhur dari papa saya (namun sayangnya cerita tersebut hanyai sampai di zaman kakek dari kakek saya yang berasal dari propinsi Fu Jian). Jadi sampai pada detik ketika saya sedang membaca buku ini, yang saya ketahui adalah kakek dari kakek saya berasal dari suatu propinsi di Cina yang bernama Fu Jian; siapakah orang Fu Jian itu? Saya tidak mengerti sedikitpun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/Zheng-He.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/200/Zheng-He.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Admiral Zheng He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Secara tidak sengaja buku tersebut memberi “jawaban” terhadap pertanyaan saya itu. Buku itu menceritakan kalau ternyata si kaisar pertama Cina yang anaknya pedagang Lu tadi ternyata semasa masa pemerintahannya bermaksud untuk membersihkan Cina utara dari kaum pedagang, pengusaha, wiraswasta dan semacamnya, yang mungkin disebabkan oleh berbagai macam kemungkinan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Dia trauma akan ilmu suap bapaknya yang mengerikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Kenyataan bahwa Cina utara berlatar belakang peradaban pertanian dan pedagang tidak sesuai dengan hal tersebut.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Merepopulasikan wilayah di selatan dengan etnis Cina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Pandangan kaum orthodok Confucianisme *yang ternyata* memandang rendah kaum pedagang, menempatkan kaum pedagang dibawah petani: dengan logika, petani paling tidak masih menghasilkan padi, sedangkan kaum pedagang tidak menghasilkan apa-apa. &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kaisar tersebut memerintahkan pemindahan kaum pedagang (dan teman-temannya) secara besar-besaran ke daerah selatan yaitu (Fu Jian, Kwang-Tong).&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nah-nah, ternyata wilayah tempat “diasingkannya” kaum-kaum pedagang Cina (dan teman-teman)nya pada zaman kaisar pertama itu, kelak adalah daerah asal dari mayoritas Cina-cina perantauan yang kini menyebar di seluruh dunia itu. Dimana kita juga bisa mengartikan kalau penduduk mayoritas Fu Jian dan Kwang Tong adalah keturunan-keturunan dari kaum pedagang-dan teman temannya yang diasingkan oleh kaisar pertama.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fakta tersebut tentunya sangat menjelaskan sekali kenapa mayoritas Cina perantauan (termasuk yang di Indonesia) itu pandai berdagang: karena ternyata kebanyakan dari mereka adalah keturunan pedagang (mereka yang telah berdagang ribuan tahun tentunya baik secara sadar- maupun tidak sadar, telah mewariskan tata-cara, ilmu, taktik dagang secara turun temurun di keluarga masing-masing, dan dalam masa ribuan tahun itu tentunya sudah sering kali terjadi pembenahan-pembenahan, dan penyempurnaan ilmu berdagang). Itulah sebabnya kenapa menurut seorang bankir Singapura aset Cina perantauan di seluruh dunia (sekitar 55 juta orang) mencapai US$ 2 triliun dan untuk perbandingan Jepang hanya mempunyai aset US$ 3 triliun (per 1990). Itulah sebabnya di awal tahun 1990an ketika Cina sudah mulai berkembang pesat, propinsi Fu Jian dan Kwang Tong (daerah asal dari Cina perantau tadi) berkembang hampir dua kali lipat cepatnya dibanding daerah lain di Cina.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Bisa dibilang cukup aneh dan keren kalau kalau ternyata tipu muslihat Lu Pu Wei yang mengakibatkan “anak rahasianya” menjadi kaisar telah mengakibatkan banyak Cina Perantauan yang mayoritas merupakan keturunan pedagang terdampar di negeri Indonesia ini – dan mungkin bakal lebih keren lagi kalau ternyata kenyataan bahwa sejumlah Cina perantauan yang terdampar dan sudah beranak cucu di negeri ini – kelak akan menjadi bagian dari sejarah yang lebih besar dan megah lagi, baik untuk kepentingan bangsa Indonesia, bangsa Cina, ataupun dunia pada umumnya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Now, somebody just made a book about “Lords of the Rim.” Hopefully, someday someone make a sequel of that book - a book with a title somewhat like this one:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“The Lords who became Saints.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Sekian,&lt;br /&gt;Semoga-Indonesia-lebih-makmur,&lt;br /&gt;Semoga-dunia-lebih-damai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SN: Pictures are not mine, credits to owners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112990986558978320?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112990986558978320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112990986558978320' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112990986558978320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112990986558978320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/10/lords-who-became-saints.html' title='The Lords who became Saints'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112975004699561534</id><published>2005-10-19T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T12:42:36.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hujan lagi – positive thinking lagi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/happy-cloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/happy-cloud.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Setelah kemarin menulis topik yang menyangkut ‘positive thinking,’ saya kembali diingatkan mengenai topik ini ketika membaca artikel berjudul &lt;a href="http://sondi.blogs.friendster.com/not_so_daily_thinker/2005/10/im_not_sorry.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I’m not sorry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; di blog &lt;a href="http://sondi.blogs.friendster.com/not_so_daily_thinker/"&gt;Sontoloyoe&lt;/a&gt;, kebetulan topik artikel tersebut mengingatkan saya secara setengah-setengah pada sebuah bagian dari buku yang pernah saya baca (walaupun mungkin intinya lain, entah kenapa gua bisa teringat akan hal tersebut). Karena penasaran, saya berusaha mencari bagian tersebut dan bermaksud membaca ulang bagian tersebut. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sebenarnya saya juga masih engga yakin apakah hal yang saya maksudkan itu ada di buku “&lt;a href="http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/kamis-pagi-sediki-tentang-gelas-pecah.html"&gt;Don’t sweat the small stuff&lt;/a&gt;” by Richard Carlson atau “&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0671733354/002-5742595-4008826?v=glance&amp;n=283155&amp;amp;n=507846&amp;s=books&amp;amp;v=glance"&gt;How to stop worrying and start living&lt;/a&gt;" by&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dale_Carnegie"&gt; Dale Carnegie&lt;/a&gt;. (both of them are very-very good books about how to be happy – especially for those who easily be worry and not-easily be happy” Next time, I’ll sumarize the book and post it here in kabut-teh).&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, setelah beberapa saat meng-skim buku tersebut, akhirnya ketemu juga kalau topik tersebut terdapat di buku “Don’t sweat the small stuff,” chapter 4 “Be aware of the snowball effect of your thinking” dan chapter 67 “Practice ignoring your negative thoughts.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Nah isi chapter-chapter tersebut adalah seperti demikian:&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;About chapter 67: Practice ignoring your negative thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Practice Ignoring Your negative thoughts menurut pengarang buku tersebut, bisa membawa kita pada “a more peaceful state of mind.” Dan dengan keadaan jiwa yang lebih tentram, kebijaksaan dan logika kita akan bisa&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;bekerja lebih baik pula.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tepatnya apa maksudnya belajar mencoba mengacuhkan pemikiran negatif kita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Menurut pengarang, dalam sehari rata-rata manusia memiliki 50,000 pemikiran (mungkin dari hal semacam ‘mungkin hari ini bakal hujan, jadi mesti bawa payung” nyampai “dunia ini memang tidak adil, kenapa anak sekecil itu bisa terlantar di jalan”)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nah, pemikiran-pemikiran ini ada yang positive, dan ada yang negative. Singkatnya, pemikiran negative adalah pemikiran yang mengundang rasa marah, takut, pesimis, kekhawatiran, dan mungkin sifat-sifat lain yang serupa.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our options:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kita tidak mungkin menghilangkan pemiran negatif, karena pemikiran datang dengan sendirinya. Yang bisa kita lakukan adalah apa yang akan kita lakukan terhadap pemikiran negatif tersebut.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Pertama, menganalisa, memirkan lebih dalam, mempelajari, dan memikirkannya secara berlarut2.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;atau, mencoba untuk mengacuhkannya. Dan tentunya dengan mengacuhkan pemikiran negatif tersebut kita bisa lebih damai dan akhirnya efektif.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Examples.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pengarang memberikan contoh yang cukup real. Misalnya ketika kita baru saja beragumentasi dengan seseorang 5 menit yang lalu dikantor. Ketika kita meninggalkan orang tersebut, argumen tersebut sudah tidak ada, tapi biasanya pikiran tentang argumen itu masih ‘tersisa’ di otak kita. Dan inilah contoh paling nyata tentang jenis pemikiran negatif yang perlu cepat-cepat kita buang, karena hal ini membuat kita tidak tentram dan tidak efektif.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;About chapter 4: “Be aware of the snowball effect of your thinking”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Apa maksudnya kita mesti berhati-hati terhadap efek bola salju pemikiran kita?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seperti yang kalian mungkin sudah ketahui, bola salju sekecil bola tenis yang menggelinding dari puncak bisa menjadi sebesar kepala King-Kong ketika sampai di dasar bukit – begitu juga dengan pemikiran (kenangan buruk) yang terkadang muncul di benak kita. Satu kenangan buruk menyambung ke kenangan buruk lain, terus menerus sampai tanpa kita sadari telah membuat mood kita memburuk.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mungkin yang belum pernah mengalami akan sulit membayangkan, tapi bagi yang sudah pernah mengalaminya, saya rasa pasti sudah bisa menggambarkan bagaimana efek bola salju itu terjadi dalam pemikiran kita.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebagai contoh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seorang cewek mungkin ketika baru saja melihat drama &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;korea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; (yang hampir selalu sedih), menjadi agak moody dan kembali ke kamarnya, kemudian secara tidak sengaja melihat boneka lucu di sebelah tempat tidur; boneka itu pemberian seorang cowok yang dia dulu cinta setengah mati - namun akhirnya (anggap saja) mengkhianatinya. Dia juga jadi teringat akan Tahu, seorang kakak kelas keren yang dia suka, dimana cinta mereka hampir saja bersemi kalau Tahu tidak harus melanjutkan studinya di kutub utara. Kutub utara membuatnya teringat akan es krim, yang membuatnya teringat akan janjinya besok dengan pacarnya yang sekarang &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Tempe&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, untuk makan ice-cream di café made-in-america. Yang akhirnya membuatnya teringat akan pacarnya si &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Tempe&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; yang kalau lagi makan ice-cream suka cerita tentang teman baik si &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;tempe&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; yang bernama Ga Dispeng Goda yang sekolah di Amerika, yang chatting dengan &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Tempe&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; setiap hari yang sering membuat gadis ini jealous dan bete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/tahukuning1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/200/tahukuning.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tahu - Si Keren!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kenangan cowok yang mengkhianati + kenangan akan Tahu + &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Tempe&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; yang chatting denga Dispeng-Goda melulu + contoh sedihnya cinta dari film &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;korea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;= Tidak!!!!!!!!!! Tidak!!!!!!!!! Kenapa dunia ini tidak adil?????? Kenapa gua sesial ini dalam masalah cinta … kenapa … kenapa … apa artinya hidup tanpa cinta sejati???? Tidak ….. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[Tambahan: Emangnya kenapa kalau cewe itu jadi bete dan sedih? Nah seperti yang sudah dibahas, dari film Korea, cewek itu akhirnya jadi sedih, bete,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;mengasihani diri sendiri sepanjang malam, pacar telepon dicuekin, mama ngajak ngobrol dicuekin, adik mau pinjem penggaris dibentakin, pembantu bikinen teh terlalu manis dimaki-maki (padahal di kamar adik juga barusan dibentakin, gara-gara adik juga bete abis dibentakin gadis itu), pembantu yang baru datang dari kampung takut dan tidak kerasan, besok paginya pembantu itu minggat dari rumah dan hilang di jalan, keluarga pembantu bingung mencari, akhirnya dateng ke rumah gadis minta ganti rugi (choi-choi-choi).]&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nah seperti itulah efek bola salju.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Solution.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dengan menyadari adanya efek bola salju ini, kelak mungkin sebelum otak kita menggelinding dari suatu hal buruk ke hal buruk lain, kita mungkin bisa menye-top bola salju itu sebelum menjadi lebih besar, sambil berkata dalam hati “wah yang sedang aku lakukan ini adalah membangun efek bola salju, kalau caranya begini bisa-bisa mirip tempo hari aku bakalan stress berat entar malam. Ok, stop. Hm … jadi inget si &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;kabul&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. Daripada bete, mendingan baca &lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" href="http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/"&gt;kabut-teh&lt;/a&gt;, siapa tahu dapat ilham” (hehe …)&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm;"&gt;Yah begitula, kenali &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;gaya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; berpikirmu, momentum bola-saljumu, jadi kelak kamu mampu menghentikannya sebelum menjadi lebih besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm;"&gt;Chapter ini berhubungan dengan chapter 67 tersebut, karena sebenarnya ketika kita mencoba untuk mengacuhkan pemikiran negatif kita, yang kita lakukan juga adalah menghindari efek bola salju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 0cm 0cm 1pt;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sekian, hindari bola salju dan pemikiran negatif, stay happy!&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have a nice day people (friends).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nb: ada yang pernah baca bukunya Norman Vincent Peale: positive thinking? Gua belon soalnya: ada yang bisa bagi-bagi sedikit info tentang bukunya?&lt;br /&gt;SN: baca artikel lain dari buku “&lt;a href="http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/kamis-pagi-sediki-tentang-gelas-pecah.html"&gt;Don’t sweat the small stuff&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112975004699561534?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112975004699561534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112975004699561534' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112975004699561534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112975004699561534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/10/hujan-lagi-positive-thinking-lagi.html' title='Hujan lagi – positive thinking lagi!'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112963053703950036</id><published>2005-10-18T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T03:34:17.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive thinking keeps me breathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/surabaya-hujan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/surabaya-hujan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yeah, &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Surabaya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; hujan!&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Terkecuali masalah banjir, dan kehujanan, hujan itu memang menyenangkan. Suasana mendung-mendung ini selain bikin orang ngantuk, juga bikin hati orang jadi lebih damai. Hm … dan juga, hujan-hujan gini paling cocok minum kopi, sambil baca buku juga, atau update blog.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I love this kind of weather!&lt;br /&gt;Tapi apa hal ini berlaku bagi semua orang yah? Apa semua orang merasa kalau cuaca macam gini bikin orang jadi lebih tentram dan damai?&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Anyway, gara-gara suasana menyenangkan begini, gua jadi teringat mengenai ‘positive thinking.’&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sementara ini saya cukup setuju dengan cara berpikir positive thinking, walaupun menerapkannya tidak semudah menyetujuinya. Banyak sekali cerita yang menggambarkan kemanjuran positive thinking, kebetulan saya mengingat salah satu cerita yang berasal dari Tiongkok ribuan tahun lalu, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;demikian ceritanya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kisah si Ibu yang Selalu Tertawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Seorang ibu terlihat selalu menangis di depan sebuah kuil. Seorang penjaga kuil datang menghampirinya dan menanyakan penyebab tangisan tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/chineseoldlady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/200/chineseoldlady.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Do you think she look somewhat like this? :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Penjaga kuil&lt;/span&gt;: “Kenapa ibu menangis?”&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ibu&lt;/span&gt;: “Saya mempunyai dua orang putri; yang satu kawin dengan pembuat kendi, dan yang satu kawin dengan seorang petani. Ketika tidak ada hujan turun, aku menangis karena anakku yang bersuami petani tentunya sangat sedih karena sawahnya akan kering. Ketika hujan turun, aku menangis karena anakku yang bersuami pembuat kendi tentunya sedih karena kendinya tidak bisa kering-kering.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Penjaga kuil&lt;/span&gt;: “Kenapa ibu tidak memikirkannya secara terbalik saja?”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Ibu&lt;/span&gt;: “Maksudnya?”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Penjaga kuil&lt;/span&gt;: “Kalau tidak ada hujan, bergembiralah karena kendi suami anakmu yang pertama akan cepat kering. Dan kalau hujan datang, bergembiralah karena sawah suami anakmu yang kedua akan subur.”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Si ibu itupun kaget akan nasehat penjaga kuil tersebut, dia memikirkan sejenak dan memutuskan untuk menurutinya. Akhirnya ibu tersebut tidak pernah tampak menangis lagi, dan malahan dia jadi tertawa terus.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;---------------------------&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;--sekian ceritanya-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hehe ... dan senang bikin orang lebih sehat, kreatif, pemaaf, dan akhirnya membuat dunia lebih damai.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have a very nice day people (friends) !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112963053703950036?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112963053703950036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112963053703950036' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112963053703950036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112963053703950036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/10/positive-thinking-keeps-me-breathing.html' title='Positive thinking keeps me breathing'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112927208739016386</id><published>2005-10-13T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T23:46:57.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Should I Do with My Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/whatshouldidowithmylife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/whatshouldidowithmylife.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I read SBY’s essay on the topic of Heroes, the title is: &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/asia/2005/heroes/essay.html"&gt;&lt;span class="hedline"&gt;The Making of a Hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, after reading that essay, I was wondering about the real heroes, the people that SBY mentioned in his essay, but after a while I forgot about it.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This morning, I suddenly remembered that I have this book that tells people’s stories on how they answer the ultimate question “&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0375758984/002-5742595-4008826?v=glance&amp;n=283155&amp;amp;n=507846&amp;s=books&amp;amp;v=glance"&gt;what should I do with my life?&lt;/a&gt;” (Which is also the title of the book), I remembered that in one of the chapter of this book, there’s an amazing story about someone that might be called a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hero&lt;/span&gt; (at least by some people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next thing I did was of course, trying to get that book and re-read the story, because I remember that beside the obvious thing that this guy is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;hero&lt;/span&gt;, this guy also got some great comments/answers about how he actually chose to follow the &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hero&lt;/i&gt; way; he’s a Yale University graduate, who sacrifices the possibility of having a great job with a great salary like his old schoolmates and instead is willing to work with a very low salary, just because of one reason: “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chasing greatness&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the story:&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hero&lt;/span&gt; name is Chang Chi, he works at one of the most successful public charter school in the US, &lt;a href="http://www.pacrim.org/"&gt;the Academy of Pacific Rim&lt;/a&gt; (don’t be fool by the adjective “most successful, because they don’t measure it in term of profit). Before I talk further about this amazing guy, I think I should share more about this creative school which achieves tremendous success:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The entrance has no requirements.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Its students come from low/middle class (most are African American).&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;When the student came to the school many can’t read or write and1/3 of them will repeat the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; year - by the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; year only 1/10 have to repeat.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;By the end of high school, they will be top student applying to the Ivy League (top universities).&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, what they’re doing is really getting this kids who have problems with public school, teach them and sending them to really good colleges. – “In education, this is the true measure of success.”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The school was founded about 7-8 years ago by a &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Harvard&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placename&gt;Business&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;School&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; grad who was interested in education reform; he took a trip to &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and adapted some education techniques. There are so many interesting facts about the school; for example: where usual public school value 4.0 GPA more than anything else, this school’ highest honor is not that, “it’s to receive the gambatte (Japanese for: fight till the end) award for exhibiting character: act of generosity, resisting peer-pressure or for avoiding fight.”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Most of the teachers (including our guy: Chi) works from 8 in the morning until 9 at night (yes, 13 hours) everyday, and is often in Saturday (and yes, with a very low salary); Moreover, many of these heroes are actually top universities graduates (you know, school like: Harvard, UC Berkley, Yale, …), if they wanted, they could easily find a much much better jobs.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However, not every one of them has to struggle as much as Chi. Chi as a Chinese son, believe the tradition about respecting elders, especially his dad. His dad who still believe that wealth is the main measure of success and happiness, once sent Chi to Yale, within a hope that Chi would get a respectful job with high salary, not 5$/hr kind of salary. His dad was surely very upset about Chi’s decision to join APR, and of course Chi must have felt very bad about it too.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Still, Chi did not give up. He believed in what he was doing. Below you can see the strength of his very own words that might inspire many:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Call me romantic, but deep down I want to be great. I want to believe in a cause or an idea bigger than my individual financial or career progress. Deep down, that’s why I can’t get myself to look seriously at law or business school applications. Tell me, is there really anything, anything at all ‘great’ about working for a firm or corporation? And so here I am, chasing greatness.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, not everyone would agree with him. Of course, not everyone value him as a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hero&lt;/span&gt;, but at least this mom from a low income family does, because once in a supermarket she “pulled [Chi] aside and in the most heart-felt way imaginable, asked [him]- practically begged [him] not to leave the school until her two middle school daughters graduated from high-school.” In responding to this occasion, Chi later said to the author of the book, “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eat your heart out, MasterCard - those five minutes of gratitude were as priceless as it gets. A teacher you say? Nah, call me the luckiest guy on earth.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/Chi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/Chi3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yup, this is Chi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;: “In Chinese families, we are raised to respect our elders”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Author&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;: “Respect or behave?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Chi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;: “Respect their wisdom about how to live”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Author&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;: “So, you feel a ton of guilt, huh?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Chi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;: “Yeah”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Author&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;: “Do you think about going off to make money?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Chi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;: “Never, I love what I do…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No matter what people think of him ..... for me, he's a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112927208739016386?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112927208739016386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112927208739016386' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112927208739016386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112927208739016386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-should-i-do-with-my-life.html' title='What Should I Do with My Life?'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112909606691634639</id><published>2005-10-11T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T04:04:44.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Kid on The Blogosphere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/kabu-teh-001-blogging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/kabu-teh-001-blogging.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I decided to update my blog regularly, I did not realize that I might also need to set the time because by doing so, there will be more commitment involved. I mean, when you say daily but you don’t decide the time, sometimes we will end up postpone it until the end of the day, and if we’re actually too tired to do it, we will just decide to skip a day. (Well, I guess the ‘we’ that I just used refers more to procrastinators, hehe)&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hm……………….&lt;br /&gt;This thinking lead me to another curiosity…&lt;br /&gt;When I read someone’s blog, I usually don’t really know about that person at all, but yet without realizing it, I’m following his or her journey in the world, through his or her blog. Yeah, fellow bloggers, who are you guys? Don’t you think maybe sometimes we need to share something about ourselves?&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Things like ..&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At what time do you usually blog?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you blog? Your own room? Office? Campus? Café?&lt;br /&gt;Do you blog with a cup of tea? Latte? Beer? Cigarette?&lt;br /&gt;What kinds of songs usually accompany your blogging?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe how was your day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, maybe I should also do it (maybe tonight before I go to bed).&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day people…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112909606691634639?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112909606691634639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112909606691634639' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112909606691634639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112909606691634639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-kid-on-blogosphere.html' title='New Kid on The Blogosphere'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112901903069546774</id><published>2005-10-11T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T01:23:50.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busa Bir, Awan Kopi dan Sambungan Internet Dial-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/Japanese%20Maple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/Japanese%20Maple.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hey ...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if people still come here ..&lt;br /&gt;this lonely little blog~&lt;br /&gt;anyway, some weeks after I settled down here in Surabaya,&lt;br /&gt;I finally get a computer in my room;&lt;br /&gt;a computer and a dial-up connection certainly.&lt;br /&gt;That means I might be able to update my blog regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking to change the format of my blog a bit.&lt;br /&gt;My plan is to use this already existing &lt;a href="http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/"&gt;kabut-teh&lt;/a&gt; as my main blog;&lt;br /&gt;where I might be writing my everyday doing, just some bla bla bla of my life.&lt;br /&gt;while my new blogs (which are still empty now) are going to be used to other categories, such as:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://busa-bir.blogspot.com/"&gt;busa-bir&lt;/a&gt; (http://busa-bir.blogspot.com/) will contain my (well not so good) poems, and some writings that (might) have some art value.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://awan-kopi.blogspot.com/"&gt;awan-kopi&lt;/a&gt; (http://awan-kopi.blogspot.com/) will contain some more serious thoughts or writings, well something heavier than just everyday bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for your convinience; I will &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;put a notification in my main blog (&lt;a href="http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com"&gt;kabut-teh&lt;/a&gt;), whenever I update those other two blogs, so that you guys don't need to check each of them everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks-for-visiting-my-blog.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to participate in making dunia-lebih-damai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112901903069546774?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112901903069546774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112901903069546774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112901903069546774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112901903069546774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/10/busa-bir-awan-kopi-dan-sambungan.html' title='Busa Bir, Awan Kopi dan Sambungan Internet Dial-up'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112610634988290011</id><published>2005-09-07T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T08:19:54.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret</title><content type='html'>I stand in a long line of souls,&lt;br /&gt;the start is far behind, unseen,&lt;br /&gt;the finish is even further, unseen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is the same routine,&lt;br /&gt;we just walk straight and never go back,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I wonder if there was any start,&lt;br /&gt;and it's not just my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The far-away end, nobody comes back from there.&lt;br /&gt;They keep saying the good promises behind the end-line,&lt;br /&gt;but if nobody ever comes back, how can they be so sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laws and tales on a jar of promises&lt;br /&gt;is maybe too fancy for people like me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe afterall, the journey is not about&lt;br /&gt;the beginning and the end.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, the everyday walk is the secret&lt;br /&gt;joy that I was missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, If I can be happy with a plate of good food,&lt;br /&gt;some cans of beer, some bunch of friends,&lt;br /&gt;some good laugh, some good love,&lt;br /&gt;and a lover,&lt;br /&gt;why bother so much about anything else?&lt;br /&gt;is it not happiness, the point of life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112610634988290011?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112610634988290011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112610634988290011' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112610634988290011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112610634988290011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/09/secret.html' title='Secret'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112589085663488453</id><published>2005-09-04T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T21:02:30.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect World?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/thecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/thecity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, tak terasa seminggu lagi gua udah mesti for-good balik ke Indo.&lt;br /&gt;Dulu ketika lagi stress-stressnya sekolah, kayanya kepingin banget pulang Indo tapi sekarang kalo udah mau pulang beneran, kayanya ada yang sedikit engga enak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, entah kenapa gua kepikiran buat nulis yang gua tulis dibawah ini. Engga bermaksud menjadi pesimis, cuman sedikit bertanya-tanya seperti biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/bombe-hiroshima-aloft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/bombe-hiroshima-aloft.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perfect World - Perfect Human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a perfect human?&lt;br /&gt;When one can imagine such human,&lt;br /&gt;does it imply that such human possible to exist?&lt;br /&gt;if it does not, how resemble to it one could be?&lt;br /&gt;will he/she be good enough to be called almost perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does one need to do to be categorized as perfect?&lt;br /&gt;what kind of characteristic such perfect human possess?&lt;br /&gt;and what does one need to be on that perfect status?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would the world be, if everybody are such human?&lt;br /&gt;what would the world be, if at least everybody is trying?&lt;br /&gt;would it make things worse?&lt;br /&gt;would it make things better?&lt;br /&gt;The argument are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; the world is full of perfect humans, will the world itself be perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;, would it be better than a world where only half the humans are perfect, and the other half are not even close to perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; would it be better than a world where none of the humans are perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless what the correct answers are,&lt;br /&gt;we know that many people want to be a better person,&lt;br /&gt;although they know that the 'better' might never gonna be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the world is full of humans who want to be better, will the world itself be better?&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly...&lt;br /&gt;Unless, 'getting better' means differently for each people, group, country, religion. Yup, if each people's 'getting better' contradicts to each other, how could it possibly make things better?&lt;br /&gt;And unfortunately that's the case of our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our world, oftenly someone's 'getting better' means somebody else's 'getting worse.' For example in small scale: if there are two people who compete with each other, if one of them is getting better that already means the other one is getting worse even if he actually stays in his original status. and for example in larger scale: if one country is keep getting better and thus dominate the world, it must mean the other countries are getting worse (decreasing GDP?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everybody's trying to be better and yet that does not guarantee a better world, then what should we do in order to make this world better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it even possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe what do we really need is the better in term of morality, kindness, unselfishness, tolerance, and not just any better in aspects that might not support human's journey to a better world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I still wanna be a better man, maybe it is not for the good of the whole world, but at least it could for the good of my future little world: my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112589085663488453?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112589085663488453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112589085663488453' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112589085663488453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112589085663488453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/09/perfect-world.html' title='Perfect World?'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112538147319575995</id><published>2005-08-29T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T02:04:59.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Believe in The Law of Love" - Clarence Darrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/Clarence_Darrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/Clarence_Darrow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decades before the day &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martin_Luther_King,_Jr."&gt;Martin Luther King Jr&lt;/a&gt; touched the heart of millions with his tremendous speech "I have a dream" on the topic of racism, there was this man, a white &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clarence_Darrow"&gt;Clarence Darrow&lt;/a&gt; (picture above) who bravely opposed his fellow white men for the name of justice, and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story begun in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Detroit"&gt;Detroit&lt;/a&gt;, when large number of black workers moved in due to the demand from growing car industry in the city. Some group of white men could not accept this. The racial hatred was getting worse with the stirred up of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Klu_Klux_Klan"&gt;Klu Klux Klan&lt;/a&gt; rallies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry Sweet, a black man who just moved in to the city was attacked by some group of white men. Rocks were thrown to his house, he was panicked and accidentally shot one of the attackers. Then this black man was tried for murder &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=conviction"&gt;conviction&lt;/a&gt;. (If I'm not misktaken, in the United States, there's a law that says, in a life-threathening attack, one is eligible to protect him self even if it means one has to take the attacker's life. I guess there's also a law that says one can avoid some strangers to enter one's property with any means, but I'm not sure if he could kill the strangers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarence Darrow is the white lawyer who defensed this black man. He argued that this case was about racism and not murder: "I insist that there is nothing but prejucide in this case; that if it was reversed and eleven white men had shot and killed a black while protecting their home and their lives against a mob of blacks, nobody would have dreamed of having them indicted ... Now, that is the case, gentlemen, and that is all there is to this case. Take the hatred away, and you have nothing left."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After four hours, the jury finally reached the "not guilty" &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=verdict"&gt;verdict&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the famous closing speech of Clarence Darrow in his defense of Henry Sweet, in April 1926:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Believe in The Law of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, gentlemen, just one more word, and I am through with this case. I do not live in Detroit. But I have no feeling against this city. In fact, I shall always have the kindest remembrance of it, especially if this case results as I think and feel that it will. I am the last one to come here to stir up race hatred, or any other hatred. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I do not believe in the law of hate. I may not be true to my ideals always, but I believe in the law of love, and I believe you can do nothing with hatred&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would like to see a time when man loves his fellow man, and forgets his color or his creed. We will never be civilized until that time comes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the Negro race has a long road to go. I believe the life of the Negro race has been a life of tragedy, of injustice, of oppression. The law has made him equal, but man has not. And, after all, the last analysis is, what has man done?--and not what has the law done? I know there is a long road ahead of him, before he can take the place which I believe he should take. I know that before him there is suffering, sorrow, tribulation and death among the blacks, and perhaps the whites. I am sorry. I would do what I could to avert it. I would advise patience; I would advise toleration; I would advise understanding; I would advise all of those things which are necessary for men who live together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentlemen, what do you think is your duty in this case? I have watched, day after day, these black, tense faces that have crowded this court. These black faces that now are looking to you twelve whites, feeling that the hopes and fears of a race are in your keeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This case is about to end, gentlemen. To them, it is life. Not one of their color sits on this jury. Their fate is in the hands of twelve whites. Their eyes are fixed on you, their hearts go out to you, and their hopes hang on your verdict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all. I ask you, on behalf of this defendant, on behalf of these helpless ones who turn to you, and more than that,--on behalf of this great state, and this great city which must face this problem, and face it fairly,--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I ask you, in the name of progress and of the human race&lt;/span&gt;, to return a verdict of not guilty in this case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;:) have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112538147319575995?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112538147319575995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112538147319575995' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112538147319575995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112538147319575995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-believe-in-law-of-love-clarence.html' title='&quot;I Believe in The Law of Love&quot; - Clarence Darrow'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112522874145424247</id><published>2005-08-28T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T03:03:12.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minggu Pagi - Ditertawakan Dunia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/ditertawakan_dunia07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/400/ditertawakan_dunia07.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem kecil dari amatir muda - barusan sedikit di-edit sesuai nasehat teman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112522874145424247?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112522874145424247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112522874145424247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112522874145424247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112522874145424247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/08/minggu-pagi-ditertawakan-dunia.html' title='Minggu Pagi - Ditertawakan Dunia'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112520770495100775</id><published>2005-08-27T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:52:42.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Minds and Ideas</title><content type='html'>Beberapa minggu terakhir gua jarang di rumah, dan oleh karena itu kesulitan menyisihkan waktu untuk write about something - begitu juga update blog. So, sebelon blog gua keburu rusty karena ga pernah di-update, gua putusin untuk ketik-ketik dikit di saat ada waktu senggang ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/thegreatestmind2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/200/thegreatestmind.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yah, beberapa saat lalu gua putusin untuk beli buku "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0743235533/qid=1125206352/sr=8-1/ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i1_xgl14/104-0230005-0130373?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;The Greatest Minds and Ideas&lt;/a&gt;" (gambar di sebelah). Gua putusin beli, gara-gara memang judulnya menarik, reviewnya di amazon.com not bad, pengarangnya lumayan tenar, dan juga gara gara gua belon pernah baca buku dengan topik serupa. Sayangnya, bukunya engga sebagus harapan gua. I guess penyebab utamanya, penjelasan yang diberikan untuk masing-masing nominasi kurang detail. Yah buku ini serasa seperti introduction dari the actual things lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buku ini dibagi menjadi beberapa bab, dimana masing-masing bab mengurai nominasi tersendiri. Nominasi tersebut adalah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;A shameless worship of heroes - Gua skip bab ini, simply not interested.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The Ten Greatest Thinkers - Menarik, gua baru skim-skim doank. Tapi kelak pasti gua baca lebih lanjut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The Ten Greatest Poets - Not really my forte, jadi gua cuman skim doank. Tapi gua sempet kaget ketika nama &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Li_Bai"&gt;Li Po&lt;/a&gt; termasuk didalamnya, jadinya gua juga baca dikit tentang tokoh tersebut, dan puisinya yang keren.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The One Hundred Best Books For an Education - Bab ini menurut gua sangat interesting, apalagi mengingat list ini dibuat oleh salah satu philospher paling terkemuka abad ini.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The Ten Peaks of Human Progress - Gua lagi baca bab ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Twelve Vital Dates in World History - Belon nyampe bab ini.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/Progress1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/Progress1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;In Togetherness, we are going somewhere higher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess gua hari ini pingin bagiin sekilas tentang bab "The Ten Peaks of Human Progress," sesuatu yang mungkin bisa sedikit membuka pikiran kita tentang apa yang sebenarnya terjadi di dunia ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Speech (Words). Speech disini lebih berartikan 'form of communication' melalui kata-kata. Menurut pengarang, tanpa ditemukannya words, manusia tidak akan menggapai penemuan-penemuan penting lainnya seperti: philosophy, poetry, history, dan prose. Tanpa words, kita juga akan kesulitan menyampaikan maksud dari pemikiran kita, dan siapapun juga di dunia, termaksud Albert Einstein.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Fire. Api lah yang membuat manusia lebih mandiri. Lebih tidak terpaku oleh cuaca, lebih punya jenis pilihan makanan baru, lebih bisa menjelajah tempat-tempat baru yang sarat cahaya, seperti gua, hutan ketika malam.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The Conquest of The Animal. Biarpun sekarang binatang adalah species tak berdaya yang tunduk akan kebudayaan manusia awalnya tidak demikian. Dahulu kala terdapat saat dimana setiap perjalanan adalah petualangan yang berbahaya - karena ancaman binatang buas.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Agriculture. Menurut pengarang, disaat manusia mengenal agriculture lah civilization baru dimulai. Karena agriculture memungkinkan manusia untuk mulai menetap dan tidak berpindah-pindah terus menerus seperti pada zaman hunting. Dan dengan menetap, manusia mulai membangun rumah, sekolah, tempat-tempat ibadat - langkah pertama dari Civilization.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Social Organization. Saat ini adalah akhir dari Barbarian Era. Di saat ini, orang mulai berusaha menyelesaikan masalah melalui sesuatu yang lebih tidak physical. Di saat ini pula, manusia mulai bisa mengalami ketenangan akan penjaminan terhadap harta benda dan nyawa manusia.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Morality. Pengarang buku ini berpendapat bahwa biarpun tidak seperti nampaknya, manusia jaman sekarang telah mengalami peningkatan yang sangat drastis dalam morality yang sangat berhubungan dengan ketenangan jiwa. Kesimpulan itu dapat diwakili melalui kalimat menarik yang diutarakan pengarang, "kita semua mengira kalau kekejian semakin merajalela di dunia, tapi sebenarnya yang lebih banyak hanyalah berita di koran, bukan kekejian itu sendiri."&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Tools. "It is not revolution but invention that will liberate the slave," sebuah kalimat yang sangat kuat diutarakan oleh pengarang di akhir sub-bab ini. Perlu diakui tools telah memajukan peradaban manusia, dengan ditemukannya tools, Piramid yang konon dulunya memerlukan satu juta orang dalam pembuatannya, kini dapat dibuat dalam sebulan melalui penggunaan tools. Tools will one day free all men from the labor works.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Science. Bayangkan seberapa banyak yang sudah ditemukan manusia sejak ilmuwan-ilmuwan dari seluruh dunia mendedikasikan waktu mereka untuk penelitian penelitian. Teka-teki tata surya, rahasia tubuh manusia, perjalanan ke bulan, pesawat terbang, the Internet, semua adalah berkat penemuan science.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Education. "Education is the reason we behave like human beings. We are hardly born human, we are born ridiculuous and malodorous animals ... " Dulu pendidikan adalah milik kalangan tertentu saja. Kini biarpun masih belom seratus persen merata, pendidikan sudah jauh lebih dapat dijangkau dan adil, banyaknya jumlah PHD yang ada di dunia saja mungkin sudah dapat membuktikan bagaimana pendidikan telah membawa manusia ke tahap yang lebih maju.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Writing and Print. Writing memungkinkan pemikiran-pemikiran manusia untuk dipermanenkan sampai puluhan abadpun karena imaginasi manusia sendiri tidak akan mampu melakukannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112520770495100775?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112520770495100775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112520770495100775' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112520770495100775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112520770495100775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/08/greatest-minds-and-ideas.html' title='The Greatest Minds and Ideas'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112391603442439028</id><published>2005-08-12T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T23:53:54.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumat Malam - Dilema orang baik beragama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/pancasila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/pancasila.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi guys ..&lt;br /&gt;jari2 gua belon sembuh total, tapi udah bisa ngetik2 dikit.&lt;br /&gt;So, ini pemikiran gua yang terakhir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1. Dilema orang baik beragama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau kalau kita membantu sesama karena alasan&lt;br /&gt;agama. Mungkin memang mulia, tapi ada hal yang&lt;br /&gt;mungkin bisa kita pikirkan.&lt;br /&gt;Diantaranya: apakah kita selayaknya membantu orang&lt;br /&gt;yang beragama sama saja, ataukah kita selayaknya&lt;br /&gt;membantu semua orang tanpa peduli agamanya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jikalau kita membantu sesama yang beragama lain&lt;br /&gt;dengan kita, bukankah secara tidak langsung kita&lt;br /&gt;membantu agama lain itu, dan otomatis merugikan&lt;br /&gt;agama kita sendiri. (karena kenyataan bahwa satu&lt;br /&gt;pihak diuntungkan berarti pihak yang lain tidak&lt;br /&gt;diuntungkan-&gt;dirugikan)&lt;br /&gt;maunya membantu karena alasan agama kita, tapi&lt;br /&gt;malahan merugikan agama kita.&lt;br /&gt;Salah bukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilema orang baik beragama:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Masalah Pertama:&lt;br /&gt;perlukah membantu orang beragama lain?&lt;br /&gt;atau apakah benar cuman perlu membantu orang&lt;br /&gt;seagama? (biarpun situasi mendesak.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kemungkinan pertama:&lt;br /&gt;kita memberi makan anak kecil yang kalau tidak&lt;br /&gt;kita tolong akan mati kelaparan.&lt;br /&gt;setelah tertolong anak kecil itu berterima kasih&lt;br /&gt;dan pergi. kita menolong tanpa tahu dengan jelas&lt;br /&gt;latar belakang anak itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ternyata anak ini anak penginjil agama Y yang&lt;br /&gt;terkenal,&lt;br /&gt;20 puluh tahun kemudian anak itu menjadi penginjil&lt;br /&gt;agama Y juga. (agama Y adalah lawan agama kita.&lt;br /&gt;agama kita adalah: X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia sangat terkenal dan berkharisma hingga&lt;br /&gt;mengubah banyak penganut agama kita (X) menjadi&lt;br /&gt;beragama Y.&lt;br /&gt;bahkan keluarga dan teman-teman kita terpecah&lt;br /&gt;belah dan saling tikam gara-gara perbedaan agama ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruskah kita menyesali perbuatan kita?&lt;br /&gt;gara-gara engga jadi mati kelaparan, anak kecil&lt;br /&gt;itu menimbulkan bencana bagi kita dan agama kita.&lt;br /&gt;Memang waktu itu kita tidak tahu menahu akan masa&lt;br /&gt;depan ini, tapi seandainya kita nanya dulu anak&lt;br /&gt;kecil itu beragama apa, paling tidak kita bisa&lt;br /&gt;mempertimbangkan lebih lanjut sebelon memberi.&lt;br /&gt;tapi apakah itu hal yang benar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kemungkinan kedua:&lt;br /&gt;jikalau kita hanya membantu orang yang beragama&lt;br /&gt;sama dengan kita, nah sekarang kasus yang mirip,&lt;br /&gt;anak yang sama itu lagi kelaparan dan kalau tidak&lt;br /&gt;kita tolong akan mati. sebelon menolong, kita&lt;br /&gt;nanya dulu, nak agama loe X(agama kita) atau bukan?&lt;br /&gt;ketika jawabnya bukan, apa yang perlu kita lakukan?&lt;br /&gt;membiarkan anak kecil itu kelaparan sampai mati?&lt;br /&gt;apakah itu yang diajarkan agama kita?&lt;br /&gt;untuk membiarkan anak kecil mati kelaparan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siapa tahu setelah kita kasih makan, anak kecil&lt;br /&gt;itu jadi terharu, dan pindah ke agama kita (X),&lt;br /&gt;tapi siapa tahu juga kalau yang terjadi seperti di&lt;br /&gt;kemungkinan pertama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau kita mau bilang, berarti di waktu memberi&lt;br /&gt;tidak selayaknya memperhitungkan macam-macam,&lt;br /&gt;karena masa depan hanya Tuhan yang tahu, dan&lt;br /&gt;kewajiban kita adalah sebatas untuk menolong orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, kalau cara berpikir kita seperti itu;&lt;br /&gt;gimana kalau yang kelaparan itu pasukan agama Y&lt;br /&gt;yang tugasnya membantai orang-orang agama X (agama&lt;br /&gt;kita)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa kita tidak mau memikirkan lebih lanjut&lt;br /&gt;tentang apa yang bakal terjadi di masa depan,&lt;br /&gt;kalau-kalau kita menolong orang ini.&lt;br /&gt;Memang ada kemungkinan kalau dia bisa insaf dan&lt;br /&gt;terharu dan pindah ke agama kita,&lt;br /&gt;tapi kalau ternyata di sejarahnya orang tuanya&lt;br /&gt;dibunuh oleh pasukan agama kita (X),&lt;br /&gt;bagaimana mungkin dia bisa melupakan dendamnya?&lt;br /&gt;dengan menolong orang itu, kelak mungkin orang itu&lt;br /&gt;akan membunuh teman-teman seagama kita kan?&lt;br /&gt;biarpun itu cuman kemungkinan, tapi layakkah kita&lt;br /&gt;mengambil resiko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bersambung part 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2. Dilema orang baik beragama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Masalah kedua: seberapa jauhkah kita layak&lt;br /&gt;mengutamakan agama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kemungkinan pertama:&lt;br /&gt;kali ini ada dua anak kecil sakit, yang satu&lt;br /&gt;beragama X, yang satu beragama Y.&lt;br /&gt;mereka berdua sakit ABAB - penyakit ganas yang&lt;br /&gt;bisa bikin mati,  dan kita punya penangkalnya,&lt;br /&gt;tapi cuman satu. Bukankah lumrah jika kita&lt;br /&gt;memberikannya kepada orang yang seagama dengan&lt;br /&gt;kita? (agama X)&lt;br /&gt;dalam kasus ini keputusan relatif lebih gampang&lt;br /&gt;diambil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kemungkinan kedua:&lt;br /&gt;kali ini juga ada dua anak kecil sakit, yang satu&lt;br /&gt;beragama X, yang satu keponakanmu yang beragama Y&lt;br /&gt;(agama loe: X).&lt;br /&gt;mereka berdua juga sakit ABAB - penyakit ganas&lt;br /&gt;yang bisa bikin mati, dan kita punya penangkalnya,&lt;br /&gt;tapi cuman satu.&lt;br /&gt;mau kasih sesama keponakan, tapi kasihan yang&lt;br /&gt;beragama X, pilih darah daging, atau temen seagama?&lt;br /&gt;gimana kalau instead of keponakan, anak yang&lt;br /&gt;beragama Y itu anak loe sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;bukankah lumrah jika kita memberikannya kepada&lt;br /&gt;darah daging sendiri / famili sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;tapi apakah benar untuk mengutamakan famili diatas&lt;br /&gt;rekan seagama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kemungkinan ketiga:&lt;br /&gt;kali ini ada penginjil agama X (agama kita) yang&lt;br /&gt;sakit keras, dia penginjil hebat yang setiap bulan&lt;br /&gt;berhasil merekrut 10000 orang menjadi agama X.&lt;br /&gt;penginjil rata rata palingan cuman bisa merekrut&lt;br /&gt;100 orang saja dalam sebulan. misalnya kebetulan&lt;br /&gt;penginjil tersebut memerlukan jantung baru, secara&lt;br /&gt;tidak disengaja kita mempunyai jantung yang bisa&lt;br /&gt;dipakai untuk menggantikan jantungnya,  dan kita&lt;br /&gt;satu satunya yang punya jantung yang bisa dipakai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perlukah kita mengorbankan nyawa? demi&lt;br /&gt;meningkatnya agama kita?&lt;br /&gt;atau biarkan penginjil itu mati saja?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajaran Agama memang indah, tapi seberapa banyak&lt;br /&gt;yang sudah mengamalkan dengan benar?&lt;br /&gt;dan kalau masing masing agama mengamalkannya&lt;br /&gt;dengan sangat benar sekali, apa benar dunia&lt;br /&gt;menjadi tempat lebih baik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa sih yang sebenarnya terjadi?&lt;br /&gt;Maaf yah, kalo omongan gua ada yang salah.&lt;br /&gt;Gua cuman mikir2 terus ketik2, tidak pikir panjang mengenai konsekuensinya.&lt;br /&gt;Komen dan masukan sangat ditunggu-tunggu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112391603442439028?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112391603442439028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112391603442439028' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112391603442439028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112391603442439028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/08/jumat-malam-dilema-orang-baik-beragama.html' title='Jumat Malam - Dilema orang baik beragama'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112279938312959705</id><published>2005-07-31T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T17:28:00.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabtu - Paradigma tentang sukses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/Habibie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/Habibie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena tangan gua masih sakit, gua hanya ngetik pake jempol kanan dan lima jari kiri. Yah, gua bakal berbagi dikit tentang topik arti sukses bagi masyarakat (Ind0nesia) khususnya yang mungkin bisa dipertanyakan kebenarannya, dan kebijakannya apabila kita mau memikirkan lebih lanjut. Sebenernya pingin nyambungin dikit topik ini dengan 'happines' sebagai salah satu patokan hidup sukses, tapi apa-daya tangan lagi sakit, jadi gua posting email yang gua dapet dari temen ini aja:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Rudy Habibie dan Rudy Chaerudin, Sukses Mana? &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya ingat waktu di SMA dulu, kami (murid) harus menjalani test IQ untuk penjurusan. Sekolah saya menetapkan bahwa murid2 dengan IQ tinggi bisa masuk ke jurusan IPA/Science. Murid dengan IQ sedang hanya bisa masuk jurusan Sosial dan yang paling rendah IQnya hanya diijinkan untuk masuk ke jurusan Bahasa. Aturan di sekolah saya ternyata berlawanan dengan aturan dari SMA swasta terkenal di Yogyakarta yang mengarahkan anak-anak yang ber IQ paling tinggi justru ke jurusan Bahasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sewaktu saya diskusi dengan Romo Mangun Wijaya (Alm) tentang kurikulum sekolah, Beliau mengatakan bahwa pendidikan di Indonesia masih mewarisi "budaya" kolonial Belanda. Menurut beliau, seharusnya anak-anak yang kecerdasannya tinggi seharusnya diarahkan untuk masuk jurusan Sosial supaya di masa mendatang akan lahir ekonom, hakim, jaksa, pengacara, polisi, diplomat, duta besar, politisi, dsb yang hebat2. Tetapi rupanya hal itu tidak dikehendaki oleh penguasa(Belanda). Belanda menginginkan anak-anak yang cerdas tidak memikirkan masalah2 sosial politik. Mereka cukup diarahkan untuk menjadi tenaga ahli/scientist,arsitektur, ahli computer, ahli matematika, dokter, dsb yang asyik dengan science di labolatorium (pokoknya yang nggak membahayakan posisi penguasa). Saya nggak tahu persis yang benar Romo Mangun Wijaya atau pemerintah Belanda. &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hanya saja waktu itu saya yang kuliah ambil jurusan Kurikulum jadi patah semangat karena kayaknya kurikulum di Indonesia ini hampir tidak ada hubungannya dengan kehidupan yang akan dijalani orang setelah keluar dari sekolah. Kita bisa lihat, Insinyur yang menjadi politisi bahkan memimpin parlemen, kemudian dokter (umum) bisa menjadi kepala Dinas P &amp;amp; K atau tenaga marketing, sarjana theologia yang jadi pengusaha, dsb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai saat ini, masih banyak orang tua dan masyarakat yang beranggapan bahwa anak yang hebat adalah anak yang nilai matematika dan science-nya menonjol. Paradigma berpikir orang tua/masyarakat ini sangat mempengaruhi konsep anak tentang kesuksesan. &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulan Juni 2003 yang lalu, lembaga tempat saya bekerja mengadakan seminar anak-anak. Di depan 800-an anak, Kak Seto Mulyadi (Si Komo) menunjukkan 5 Rudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Yang pertama Rudy Habibie (BJ Habibie) yang genius, pintar bikin pesawat dan bisa menjadi presiden. &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang kedua: Rudy Hartono yang pernah beberapa menjadi juara bulu tangkis kelas dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Yang ketiga: Rudy Salam yang suka main sinetron di TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Yang keempat: Rudy Hadisuarno yang ahli dibidang kecantikan dan punya banyak salon kecantikan di beberapa kota. &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang kelima: Rudy Choirudin yang jago masak dan sering tampil memandu acara memasak di TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Sewaktu Kak Seto bertanya "Rudy yang mana yang paling sukses menurut kalian?" Hampir semua anak menjawab "Rudy Habibie." &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Sewaktu ditanyakan "Mengapa, kalian bilang bahwa yang paling sukses Rudy Habibie?" &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Anak-anakpun menjawab "Karena bisa membuat pesawat terbang, bisa menjadi presiden, dsb" &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sewaktu Kak Seto menanyakan "Rudy yang mana yang paling tidak sukses?" Hampir seluruh anak menjawab "Rudy Choirudin" Ketika ditanyakan "Mengapa kalian mengatakan bahwa Rudy Choirudin bukan orang yang sukses?" &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Anak-anakpun menjawab "Karena Rudy Choirudin hanya bisa memasak." &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Memang begitulah pola pikir dan pola asuh dalam keluarga dan masyarakat Indonesia pada umumnya yang masih menilai kesuksesan orang dari karya-karya besar yang dihasilkannya. Masyarakat kita banyak yang belum bisa melihat kesuksesan adalah pengembangan talenta secara optimal sehingga bisa dimanfaatkan dalam kehidupan yang dijalaninya dengan "enjoy". &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Banyak masyarakat kita yang beranggapan bahwa IQ adalah segala-galanya. Padahal kenyataannya EQ, SQ dan faktor2 lain juga sangat menentukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam seminar tsb Kak Seto hanya ingin merubah paragidma berpikir anak-anak (dan juga orang tua/keluarga). &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anak-anak dan orang tua harus menyadari dan mensyukuri setiap talenta yang diberikan oleh Tuhan. Bila talenta tersebut dikembangkan dengan baik, maka kita bisa mencapai kesuksesan di "bidangnya". Jadi untuk anak-anak yang tidak pintar matematika, anak2 tidak perlu minder dan orang tua tidak perlu malu atau menekan anak. Anak-anak yang lebih menyukai pelajaran menggambar dari pada pelajaran2 lain, bukanlah anak-anak yang bodoh karena justru anak2 yang punya imajinasi tinggilah yang pintar menggambar/ melukis. Anak-anak yang suka ngobrol, kalau kita arahkan bisa saja kelak menjadi politisi atau negotiator yang baik. Anak-anak yang banyak bicara, kalau diarahkan untuk menuliskan apa yang ingin dibicarakan bisa2 menjadi penulis yang hebat. ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mbak Dwi Setyani juga mengingatkan kita untuk lebih memfokuskan pada kekuatan kita dari pada "wasting time" bersungut-sungut, hanya memikirkan kelemahan kita. &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Saya pernah membaca pengalaman hidup seorang penyanyi di Amerika. Penyanyi tsb dulunya tidak PD karena wajahnya tidak terlalu cantik dan giginya tonggos. Saat menyanyi di pub, dia repot mengatur bibirnya supaya giginya yang tonggos tidak dilihat orang. Hasilnya: ia hanya bisa menghasilkan suara yang pas-pasan. Ketika temannya meyakinkan bahwa giginya yang tonggos itu bukanlah masalah, maka iapun bisa menyanyi dengan bebas dan meng-eksplore suara emasnya. Ternyata orang-orang mengingat penyanyi itu karena kualitas suaranya, bukan parasnya yang jelek dengan gigi tonggosnya. &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitapun meyakini bahwa Tuhan menciptakan setiap kita (manusia) dengan maksud yang terbaik demi kemuliaan-Nya. Kalau saja kita meyakini hal tersebut, maka semua orang akan mensyukuri keadaan dan memanfaatkan talenta yang Tuhan berikan untuk kemuliaan-Nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sekian-&lt;br /&gt;-semoga-dunia-lebih-damai-&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112279938312959705?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112279938312959705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112279938312959705' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112279938312959705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112279938312959705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/sabtu-paradigma-tentang-sukses.html' title='Sabtu - Paradigma tentang sukses'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112261468440825726</id><published>2005-07-28T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T03:06:52.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabu Malam - Injury</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/jari%20dan%20warna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/jari%20dan%20warna.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the &lt;a href="http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/rabu-siang-silly-afternoon.html"&gt;injury&lt;/a&gt; on my right hand's fingers is getting worse everytime I use my right hand too much. So, I decide to give it a rest, and not typing and clicking too much.&lt;br /&gt;I might not be able to update my blog in one or two days.&lt;br /&gt;Semoga-dunia-lebih-damai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112261468440825726?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112261468440825726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112261468440825726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112261468440825726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112261468440825726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/rabu-malam-injury.html' title='Rabu Malam - Injury'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112254044575242178</id><published>2005-07-28T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T01:52:52.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabu Pagi - Mau rumah anda diupgrade gratis?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/extreme_makeover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/extreme_makeover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa hari lalu, secara tidak sengaja aku nonton acara tv yang menurutku lumayan berkesan. Gua engga tahu apa acara itu udah ada di Indo, anyway nama acara itu: &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/xtremehome/"&gt;Extreme Makeover: Home Edition&lt;/a&gt;. Konsep dari acara ini adalah sekelompok profesional dari acara ini akan mengupgrade secara gratis rumah dari keluarga yang sudah ditentuin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang berkesan dari edisi yang gua tonton adalah. Keluarga yang rumahnya diupgrade ini adalah keluarga &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/xtremehome/bios/families/the_leomiti-higgins_family.html"&gt;Leomiti&lt;/a&gt;. Keluarga ini beberapa saat sebelumnya memutuskan untuk menampung anak anak dari kenalan mereka keluarga &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/xtremehome/bios/families/the_leomiti-higgins_family.html"&gt;Higgins&lt;/a&gt; karena ayah dan ibu dari keluarga &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/xtremehome/bios/families/the_leomiti-higgins_family.html"&gt;Higgins&lt;/a&gt; ini meninggal dunia di saat yang hampir bersamaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumah keluarga &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/xtremehome/bios/families/the_leomiti-higgins_family.html"&gt;Leomoti&lt;/a&gt; cukup sederhana dan kecil. Keluarga &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/xtremehome/bios/families/the_leomiti-higgins_family.html"&gt;Leomiti&lt;/a&gt; yang sudah beranggotakan 6 orang ini, dengan rela hati menambah 5 orang lagi dan menjadikan rumah kecil mereka sebagai tempat-tinggal 11 orang. Anak-anak &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/xtremehome/bios/families/the_leomiti-higgins_family.html"&gt;Leomiti&lt;/a&gt; itu dengan sukarela membagikan kamar-kamar mereka kepada anak anak &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/xtremehome/bios/families/the_leomiti-higgins_family.html"&gt;Higgins&lt;/a&gt; dan 3 orang diantara mereka sampai-sampai terpaksa berkamar tidur di garasi. Dan disamping tempat tinggal, tentunya kepala keluarga &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/xtremehome/bios/families/the_leomiti-higgins_family.html"&gt;Leomoti&lt;/a&gt; juga berusaha sebisa mereka untuk membiayai sekolah dan biaya hidup anak anak &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/xtremehome/bios/families/the_leomiti-higgins_family.html"&gt;Higgins&lt;/a&gt; juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah beberapa bulan berlalu, kru dari extreme makeover: home edition ini mendatangi mereka, dan menyampaikan kabar bahagia, bahwa kru mereka akan mengupgrade rumah mereka secara gratis. Mungkin kata 'upgrade' kurang tepat karena mereka merombak habis rumah mereka menjadi bertingkat dua, dan jauh lebih layak untuk ditinggali 11 orang. Selagi mereka membongkar pasang rumah ini, keluarga mereka diungsikan secara gratis ke liburan bersama &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disney_Cruise_Lines"&gt;kapal pesiar Disney&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak sekali yang diberikan kepada mereka, diantaranya:rumah mereka berubah menjadi puri-kecil yang ekonomis karena memakai tenaga matahari, sehingga mereka bisa menghemat biaya listrik nyampe 70%, banyak kamar-kamar yang disesuaikan dengan pribadi dari calon penghuni kamar (contoh: anak mereka yang suka basket dikasih kamar bertema basket), mortgage mereka ditanggung oleh salah satu sponsor acara ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang paling menarik, diakhir acara ini, gubernur state mereka (California), si &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arnold_Schwarzenegger"&gt;Arnold Schwarzenegger&lt;/a&gt; muncul sebagai bintang tamu secara surprise (gua juga kaget). Gubernur ini muncul dengan energik menjabat dan memeluk mereka semua, dan mengakhiri histeria itu dengan sebuah kalimat yang mengandung pesan moral (dan mungkin politik), kurang-lebih demikian bunyinya: "Rumah anda yang baru bagus luar biasa. Keluarga kalian dapat menjadi inspirasi dan contoh bagi kita semua. Mengingatkan kita kalau dengan melakukan hal yang mulia, maka kita akan mendapatkan pahala yang lebih besar. Anda orang yang murah hati, dan pastilah kita semua setuju kalau anda memang layak mendapatkan semua ini."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin romantisme tentang &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ethic_of_reciprocity"&gt;golden rule&lt;/a&gt;, dan variasinya sudah kental di otak kita. Mungkin kita semua bilang kalo anak kecilpun sudah tahu kalau kita mesti berbuat baik sebanyak banyaknya dan sebagainya. Namun, meminjam kata-kata pendeta &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zen_Buddhism"&gt;Zen&lt;/a&gt; kuno, "biarpun anak-anak kecil sudah tahu tentang hal itu, namun berapa banyak orang berumur delapan-puluh tahun yang berhasil melakukannya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian.&lt;br /&gt;Semoga-dunia-lebih-damai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112254044575242178?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112254044575242178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112254044575242178' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112254044575242178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112254044575242178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/rabu-pagi-mau-rumah-anda-diupgrade.html' title='Rabu Pagi - Mau rumah anda diupgrade gratis?'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112253711626677955</id><published>2005-07-27T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T01:15:47.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabu Pagi - Hanya sebuah cerita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/dingin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/dingin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang tuaku bercerita,&lt;br /&gt;kalau-kalau aku pernah hampir binasa.&lt;br /&gt;Kala itu aku masih kecil, belon bisa cari uang,&lt;br /&gt;bahkan belon bisa jalan sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari itu dingin sekali, karena demam tinggi&lt;br /&gt;aku perlu dibawa ke tempat yang hangat,&lt;br /&gt;karena tempat kami tinggal tak berkondisi layak,&lt;br /&gt;dimana rasa hangat hanya muncul ketika mimpi saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka orang-tuaku berkelana mencari rumah hangat,&lt;br /&gt;rumah hangat yang tak nampak di desa miskin kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumah pertama yang terlihat hangat enggan membuka mulut.&lt;br /&gt;gemerlap yang ada nampaknya alergi orang miskin,&lt;br /&gt;atau mungkin mereka takut bau kami mencemari makan malam mereka,&lt;br /&gt;apapun kalimat yang didengungkan ke anak-anak kecil&lt;br /&gt;yang menatap polos kearah kami, kami tak mengerti.&lt;br /&gt;kami hanya menyingkir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumah kedua begitu melihat kami langsung tutup mata,&lt;br /&gt;dan pura-pura tidur.&lt;br /&gt;lampu-lampu tak nampak nyala,&lt;br /&gt;karena kurang berpendidikan, tak banyak yang kami tahu&lt;br /&gt;tapi paling tidak kami tahu diri,&lt;br /&gt;kami pun menyingkir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumah ketiga sempat buka mulut,&lt;br /&gt;tapi kami tahu  isinya cuman dusta.&lt;br /&gt;sepanjang rel kereta trans-siberia ataupun,&lt;br /&gt;sependek kuku semut,&lt;br /&gt;dusta adalah dusta, tidak ada bedanya.&lt;br /&gt;Tak ingin melukai hati rumah,&lt;br /&gt;yang mungkin berdusta dengan airmata di punggungnya,&lt;br /&gt;kami pura-pura percaya, tersenyum kecil&lt;br /&gt;menyingkir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menyerah tidak sedikitpun terpikirkan oleh bapakku,&lt;br /&gt;dingin dan lelah sudah ditimbal oleh tangisanku,&lt;br /&gt;katanya padaku,&lt;br /&gt;melalui tatapan matanya yang basah, dan senyum kecilnya&lt;br /&gt;dibalik bola-bola putih lucu yang bersandiwara&lt;br /&gt;diatas rambutnya. sekali-kali ditampir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumah keempat menutup mulut dan mata juga,&lt;br /&gt;tapi tangannya menunjuk ke rumah diseberang sungai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah bersusah payah menyeberang,&lt;br /&gt;kami sampai di rumah kelima.&lt;br /&gt;Rumah kelima tak kunjung buka mulut,&lt;br /&gt;tapi malah keluar suara dari matanya,&lt;br /&gt;bilang kalau mereka peduli,&lt;br /&gt;kemudian menyusul - tapi kunci mulutnya hilang,&lt;br /&gt;maka mereka engga bisa mempersilahkan kita masuk.&lt;br /&gt;Tidak mengerti lelucon rumah kaya,&lt;br /&gt;kami memutuskan untuk menyingkir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumah keenam terlihat congkak,&lt;br /&gt;tapi kata ayah begitu melihat bayi nangis,&lt;br /&gt;matanya berkaca-kaca, mulutnya terbuka lebar.&lt;br /&gt;Kami dipersilahkan masuk mencari kehangatan,&lt;br /&gt;asalkan bapak saya mau dijadikan budak,&lt;br /&gt;untuk menebus utang budi ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu dua puluh tahun lalu,&lt;br /&gt;bersyukur sekarang rumah-rumah sudah&lt;br /&gt;dipasangin simbol-simbol religius,&lt;br /&gt;jadi kalo ada anak-kecil demam lagi,&lt;br /&gt;engga perlu pusing cari rumah buat menghangatkan diri.&lt;br /&gt;Sudah seharusnya bagi ajaran mereka untuk menampung bayi sakit.&lt;br /&gt;Beruntung mereka, tidak seperti aku yang hampir binasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bayangan kira-kira dari saya,&lt;br /&gt;tentang ilustrasi pengalaman bayi sakit yang ditolak enam rumah sakit,&lt;br /&gt;dua puluh tahun setelah dia berhasil diselamatkan.&lt;br /&gt;Berita selengkapnya tentang kejadian itu, silahkan baca &lt;a href="http://www.kompas.com/metro/news/0507/26/091454.htm"&gt;disini&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112253711626677955?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112253711626677955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112253711626677955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112253711626677955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112253711626677955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/rabu-pagi-hanya-sebuah-cerita.html' title='Rabu Pagi - Hanya sebuah cerita'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112249319929819940</id><published>2005-07-27T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T16:48:18.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selasa Siang - Berapa berat gelas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/7habits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/7habits.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Barusan gua dapet email dari teman, isinya tentang ceramah &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stephen_Covey"&gt;Stephen Covey&lt;/a&gt; (author of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Seven_Habits_of_Highly_Effective_People"&gt;The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People&lt;/a&gt;), gua pikir cukup bagus untuk pelumas, bila otak dan tubuh sudah mulai karatan, demikian isinya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan berat Beban yang membuat kita Stress, tetapi lamanya kita memikul beban tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;-Stephen Covey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANAGEMENT STRESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada saat memberikan kuliah tentang Manajemen Stress, Stephen Covey&lt;br /&gt;mengangkat segelas air dan bertanya kepada para siswanya: "Seberapa&lt;br /&gt;berat menurut anda kira segelas air ini?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para siswa menjawab mulai dari 200 gr sampai 500 gr. "Ini bukanlah&lt;br /&gt;masalah berat absolutnya, tapi tergantung berapa lama anda&lt;br /&gt;memegangnya." kata Covey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jika saya memegangnya selama 1 menit, tidak ada masalah. Jika saya&lt;br /&gt;memegangnya selama 1 jam, lengan kanan saya akan sakit. Dan jika saya&lt;br /&gt;memegangnya selama 1 hari penuh, mungkin anda harus memanggilkan&lt;br /&gt;ambulans untuk saya. Beratnya sebenarnya sama, tapi semakin lama saya&lt;br /&gt;memegangnya, maka bebannya akan semakin berat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jika kita membawa beban kita terus menerus, lambat laun kita tidak&lt;br /&gt;akan mampu membawanya lagi. Beban itu akan meningkat beratnya."&lt;br /&gt;lanjut Covey.&lt;br /&gt;"Apa yang harus kita lakukan adalah meletakkan gelas tersebut,&lt;br /&gt;istirahat sejenak sebelum mengangkatnya lagi". Kita harus&lt;br /&gt;meninggalkan beban kita secara periodik, agar kita dapat lebih segar&lt;br /&gt;dan mampu membawanya lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi sebelum pulang ke rumah dari pekerjaan sore ini, tinggalkan&lt;br /&gt;beban&lt;br /&gt;pekerjaan. Jangan bawa pulang. Beban itu dapat diambil lagi besok.&lt;br /&gt;Apapun beban yang ada dipundak anda hari ini, coba tinggalkan sejenak&lt;br /&gt;jika bisa. Setelah beristirahat nanti dapat diambil lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidup ini singkat, jadi cobalah menikmatinya dan memanfaatkannya...!!&lt;br /&gt;Hal terindah dan terbaik di dunia ini tak dapat dilihat, atau&lt;br /&gt;disentuh, tapi dapat dirasakan jauh di relung hati kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start the day with smile and  have a good day........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112249319929819940?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112249319929819940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112249319929819940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112249319929819940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112249319929819940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/selasa-siang-berapa-berat-gelas.html' title='Selasa Siang - Berapa berat gelas?'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112245534744092386</id><published>2005-07-27T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T02:13:21.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selasa Awal - My dream, what are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/steve-jobs.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/steve-jobs.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika gua tidak sengaja nyampe di blognya &lt;a href="http://www.bootstrapper.ws/"&gt;Mas Tom&lt;/a&gt; (orang yang gua juga belon kenal), gua tersentak membaca penggalan pidatonya&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_jobs"&gt; Steve Jobs&lt;/a&gt; (CEO Apple Computer, foto diatas) kepada lulusan &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stanford_University"&gt;universitas Stanford&lt;/a&gt;. Kenapa gua tersentak? karena &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_jobs"&gt;Steve Jobs&lt;/a&gt; seakan-akan mendukung apa yang sedang saya geluti akhir-akhir ini, kalau-kalau seharusnyakah aku mencari apa yang benar-benar aku sukai.&lt;br /&gt;Demikian penggalan pidatonya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don’t lose faith. I’m convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You’ve got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don’t settle.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Dalam bahasa Indo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Terkadang hidup tidak semulus yang kita harapkan. Jangan patah harapan. Aku yakin bahwa hal yang membuatku terus bersemangat adalah aku mencintai apa yang aku lakukan. Kau harus menemukan apa yang kau cintai. Baik dalam pekerjaan, maupun kehidupan cinta. Pekerjaanmu nantinya bakal mengisi sebagian besar dari hidupmu, dan satu-satunya cara untuk benar-benar menjadi puas akannya adalah hasil kerja yang luar-biasa. Dan faktor terpenting untuk menghasilkan kerja yang luar-biasa adalah kamu mencintai pekerjaanmu. Jika kamu belum menemukannya, tetaplah mencari. Jangan berhenti. Kamu akan tahu ketika menemukannya. Dan seperti kehidupan cinta yang sukses, pekerjaan yang kamu sukai akan menjadi lebih dan lebih baik. Jadi teruslah mencari sampai kau menemukannya. Jangan berhenti.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, gua baru lulus BS (S1) di bidang &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Computer_Science"&gt;Computer Science&lt;/a&gt; (informatika), tapi sebenernya sejak dari 2 tahun lalu gua udah menemukan kalo gua engga begitu ada passion di bidang ini, gua suka logic, suka memecahkan teka-teki, suka menganalisa &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Algorithms"&gt;algorithm&lt;/a&gt;, dan hal-hal laen yang seakan-akan adalah bagian penting dari &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Computer_Science"&gt;Computer Science&lt;/a&gt;; namun nyatanya gua engga gitu suka programming, alasan utama ketidaksukaanku adalah aku tidak mau membuang terlalu banyak waktu di depan komputer, aku tidak mau menjadi tua di depan komputer dan juga karena aku benci untuk mesti mengingat terlalu banyak detail (menghafalkan &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Programming_language"&gt;programming language&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa saat lalu, aku mempertimbangkan untuk mengambil S2 di bidang lain, tapi karena alasan biaya dan kenyataan bahwa S1-ku sia-sia, gua mulai menyetop angan2ku. Sebelon angan-angan itu bener-bener ilang, gua mencoba untuk mencari tahu secara pelan-pelan apa yang bener-bener gua sukai (my real passion). &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychology"&gt;Psycology&lt;/a&gt;kah? &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philosophy"&gt;Philosphy&lt;/a&gt;kah? atau apa yah ... soalnya gua kira passion gua berkisar disekitar itu. Gua mencoba untuk nyari-nyari buku tentang psychology dan philosophy di library, tapi entah kenapa buku yang gua pinjem kayanya kurang bener-bener membantu gua mengambil keputusan tentang hal ini (gua juga agak bingung mesti nyari buku yang kaya gimana untuk ngenalin gua di bidang itu, gua mencoba nyari buku "introduction to..." tapi engga nemu, dan akhirnya malah pinjem buku self-improvement-&gt;untuk psychology, dan buku introduction-to-&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Western_philosophy"&gt;western-philosophy&lt;/a&gt;-&gt;untuk philosphy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, di tengah struggle gua, gua baca artikel si &lt;a href="http://www.bootstrapper.ws/"&gt;Mas Tom&lt;/a&gt;, dan pidatonya &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_jobs"&gt;Steve Jobs&lt;/a&gt;, dan gua merasa dikuatkan. Mungkin gua bakal tetap mencoba nyari selagi gua masih bisa stay di US.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112245534744092386?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112245534744092386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112245534744092386' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112245534744092386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112245534744092386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/selasa-awal-my-dream-what-are-you.html' title='Selasa Awal - My dream, what are you?'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112235499301057107</id><published>2005-07-25T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T22:26:03.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senin Sore - Apakah warna hatiku?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/gandhi-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/gandhi-m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All of your scholarship. all of your study of Shakespeare and Wordsworth would be vain if at the same time you did not build your character and attain mastery over your thoughts and your actions&lt;/span&gt;" (Mahatma Gandhi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barusan dikasih link ama &lt;a href="http://daninblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dan&lt;/a&gt;, tentang berita Kompas hari ini yang judulnya: "&lt;a href="http://www.kompas.com/metro/news/0507/26/091454.htm"&gt;Gara-gara miskin, bayi sakit ditolak enam RS&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, apakah dunia dewasa begitu rumitnya, begitu kejamnya, hingga doktor doktor, dan pihak-pihak yang bersangkutan terlalu sakit-hatinya untuk bermurah-hati?&lt;br /&gt;Apa benar di hati-nurani mereka nyawa anak kecil itu sudah hampir tak ada artinya? Ataukah mereka sudah tidak mengenali hati-nurani mereka sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;Ataukah sistem administrasi yang sebenarnya salah dan kejam? Apakah insan-insan yang menolak merawat bayi itu terpaksa melakukannya karena 'gaji mereka yang buat makanin anak-istri' bakal dipertaruhkan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya yang diatas yang tahu. Semoga kelak gua bisa diberkati untuk tidak melakukan kesalahan yang sama. Semoga-dunia-lebih-damai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112235499301057107?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112235499301057107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112235499301057107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112235499301057107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112235499301057107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/senin-sore-apakah-warna-hatiku.html' title='Senin Sore - Apakah warna hatiku?'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112225829145441619</id><published>2005-07-24T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T02:52:13.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minggu Sore - Tentang Pengemis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/pengemis3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/pengemis3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu gua balik ke Indo, summer 3 tahun lalu.&lt;br /&gt;Dalam perjalanan kami ke Tunjungan Plaza,&lt;br /&gt;Gua ngeliat ada pengamen di perempatan,&lt;br /&gt;kemudian, gua kepikiran buat kasih itu orang 100 rupiah (atau 1 cent usd)&lt;br /&gt;Rupanya pengemis itu lagi kurang beruntung, karena kakak gua stopin gua. Sambil melambai2kan tangan, dia bilang kalo misalnya&lt;br /&gt;"sebagai orang yang masih muda, dia engga seharusnya ngamen,&lt;br /&gt;dia itu seharusnya mencari pekerjaan yang lebih layak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua lumayan sedih,&lt;br /&gt;"yah, gua memang tahu. dia masih muda, dan seharusnya bekerja yang bener; tapi gua yakin kalo dia perlu uang buat makan, dan kalo semua pengendara mobil yang lewat berpikiran kayak kakak gua, dia pasti malam ini bakal kelaparan, dan mungkin kasus extremenya kelaparan sampai mati kalau dia pantang mencuri"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selagi sibuk nyetir,&lt;br /&gt;kakak gua mencoba meyakinkan gua sambil ngomong "kalo loe kasih orang gituan uang melulu, dia engga bakal maju-maju malahan dia bakal semakin malas, dan engga akan pernah kepikiran untuk memajukan hidupnya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dibalik lantunan lagunya Ebiet G. Ade,&lt;br /&gt;kepala gua engga bisa berhenti mikirin&lt;br /&gt;"engga akan pernah kepikiran untuk memajukan hidupnya" mengapa harus begitu?&lt;br /&gt;"engga akan pernah kepikiran untuk memajukan hidupnya" kenapa bisa begitu?&lt;br /&gt;"engga akan pernah kepikiran untuk memajukan hidupnya" bagaimana cara mengubahnya?&lt;br /&gt;"apa yang sebenarnya terjadi terhadap mereka?"&lt;br /&gt;"apa yang memulai semua yang mereka alami?"&lt;br /&gt;"kenapa kerangka pikiran mereka adalah seperti itu adanya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang gua tahu, kebanyakan dari mereka pastilah engga berpendidikan. Dengan kata lain, kalo pendidikan memang ada hubungannya ama 'bagaimana cara hidup' berarti mereka memang lebih tidak mengerti tentang 'bagaimana cara hidup' dibandingkan kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua juga tahu mereka tinggal di lingkungan kumuh, bersama orang-orang kumuh lain, yang maaf, tentunya juga lebih tidak mengerti tentang 'bagaimana cara hidup' dibandingkan dengan orang-orang di lingkungan kita (keluarga, teman, rekan-kerja).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan, karena mereka tidak bisa berpikir, mungkin "sebijak" kebanyakan dari kita, tentu saja adalah masuk akal kalo mereka tidak langsung mendadak mengerti kalau mereka itu tidak seharusnya ngamen, kalau saja mereka itu sebenernya punya potensial yang juga tak terbatas, kalau saja mereka itu tidak hanya harus hidup dengan mengemis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apalagi seharian mereka mesti memikirkan cara agar tidak mati kelaparan, tidur kedinginan. Bagaimana sempet mereka memikirkan cara untuk meningkatkan kualitas hidup mereka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus, kalo kita bertanya, kenapa mereka bisa engga berpendidikan?&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa mereka bisa tinggal di lingkungan kumuh?&lt;br /&gt;Kita semua tahu jawabannya, karena negara kita miskin dan pengemis, serta orang miskin masih ada dimana-mana, dan mungkin adalah takdir mereka untuk dilahirkan sebagai pengemis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain masalah pendidikan dan lingkungan.&lt;br /&gt;Mereka juga makan makanan yang tentunya kalah bergizi dibanding makanan kita. Sehingga kita yang kebanyakan protein semakin pinter dan mengerti 'bagaimana cara hidup' sedangkan mereka yang makan nasi dan garam, semakin keasinan tentang 'bagaimana cara hidup' mereka .. mereka hanya melihat contoh-contoh dari lingkungan mereka sendiri. Bukankah kita bisa bilang kalo mereka terjebak dalam kemiskinan? Gua pake kata terjebak, karena mau keluar dari kemiskinanpun mereka mungkin 'terlalu lugu' untuk tahu caranya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/pengemis11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/pengemis11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kasihan si adik kecil dan adiknya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti halnya, bagi orang-orang yang sering nge-net, yang lebih tahu mengenai "komputer" dibanding orang awam. mungkin ketika mereka melihat orang awam yang ketika ingin membuka internet-explorer, mesti pertama-tama membuka 'my computer' terus 'drive-c' terus 'program files' terus 'internet explorer' baru akhirnya 'internet explorer.exe' mereka pasti pingin banget komen .. "oh my gosh, loe masak engga tahu kalo kita bisa pakek short-cut icon, jadi tinggal satu kali klik untuk buka internet explorer?" (unrelated issue: firefox is better btw, hehehe). Programmer2 itu mungkin mikir juga "kalo gua sekarang kasih tahu dia caranya bikin short-cut, entaran dia engga jago2, dan engga ngerti bikin short-cut sendiri." Jadi mereka mutusin untuk cuman ngomenin tentang 'keluguan' orang awam itu, dan tidak membantunya. Alhasil, tanpa ada yang bantu, orang awam itu akan terus jadi awam tentang komputer biarpun awan sudah jadi bawang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, gua rasa jawabannya sudah jelas banget: they need somebody to teach them. Seperti halnya pengemis2 itu, mereka membutuhkan seseorang untuk membantu mereka, mengajar mereka ... membuat mereka tahu akan hal-hal yang kita tahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita? tapi kita kan sudah ada pekerjaan masing2 ..&lt;br /&gt;Yah, memang semuanya itu mengenai "panggilan" kalo loe engga "terpanggil" gua rasa juga kaga baik untuk memaksakan diri, dan akhirnya stress sendiri dan takutnya jadi gila dan malah ngerugiin masyarakat, hehehe. (gua juga belon merasa terpanggil).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yang gua mau tekanin,&lt;br /&gt;kalau2 lebih baik kita lain kali tidak perlu berkomentar yang buruk tentang mereka,&lt;br /&gt;kita bukankah tidak selayaknya bilang kalau "mereka itu pemalas, engga mau maju"&lt;br /&gt;kita seharusnya malu, karena tidak mau mengajar mereka.&lt;br /&gt;kita yang dilahirkan di lingkungan 'lebih bijaksana'&lt;br /&gt;bukankah seharusnya malu karena tidak mengajar mereka?&lt;br /&gt;masak kita malah mesti bilang kalau mereka tidak tahu malu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambahan: beberapa saat lalu gua denger cerita dari seseorang mengenai sukarelawan di Africa. Waktu sukarelawan ini datang ke pedalaman Africa untuk memberikan sumbangan berupa makanan, tetua di desa itu berkata "kami tidak perlu bantuan makanan ini" lalu sukarelawan itu bertanya "jadi apa yang kalian perlukan" "jika kamu benar benar ingin tahu apa yang kami perlukan, hiduplah bersama kami" jawab tetua itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian orang yang lagi bercerita itu, mengatakan kalo dia (seorang pengusaha sukses berjiwa sosial tinggi dan cinta bangsa) mengatakan kalau salah-satu hal yang bisa dilakukan untuk membantu orang-orang miskin di Indonesia itu adalah 'community development'. Konsep itu kurang lebih berisi tentang bagaimana caranya agar kita bisa meningkatkan suatu komunitas, antara lain melalui: peningkatan gizi, peningkatan kebersihan, membantu penduduk komunitas itu untuk menemukan cara mencari uang yang lebih benar, dan lain lain.&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang saya hormati itu sudah mempraktekannya sendiri, dengan mencoba menerapkan Community development ini ke sebuah desa di dekat lokasi pembuangan sampah Surabaya. Dia dan rekan-rekannya sudah berhasil membantu meningkatkan pendapatan penduduk desa itu yang kebanyakan pekerjaanya adalah pemungut sampah. Kalau saya tidak salah ingat, dia mesponsori sebuah mesin untuk mengolah sampah plastik menjadi sampah plastik sehingga desa itu mempunyai mesin sendiri, sehingga mereka bisa produksi biji plastik dan berjualan biji plastik sendiri yang tentunya jauh lebih menguntungkan dibandingkan menyetor sampah plastik. Dan tentunya Orang tersebut tidak merengut sepersen uang pun dari mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekali lagi, panggilan masing-masing dari kita berbeda beda, gua bikin posting ini bukan untuk menjadi sok suci, dan sok baek. Terus terang aja kalau dalam konsep berjiwa sosial, gua yang sekarang dan orang yang gua ceritain itu seperti emas murni dan kaleng bosok (saya). Gua cuman sharing ini cerita, karena gua rasa menarik untuk menambah wawasan tentang orang-orang miskin di Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian.&lt;br /&gt;Salam-semoga-dunia-lebih-damai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baca lebih lanjut mengenai topik serupa di blog teman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lamunan-sejenak.blogspot.com/2005/07/lagi-soal-miskin-vs-kaya.html"&gt;Lagi soal miskin vs kay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lamunan-sejenak.blogspot.com/2005/07/lagi-soal-miskin-vs-kaya.html"&gt;a,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lamunan-sejenak.blogspot.com/2005/07/jalan-raya-eep-saefulloh-fatah.html"&gt;Jalan Raya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baca lebih lanjut mengenai seberapa miskin negara kita, dan bagaimana terkadang wakil rakyat kurang sensitif terhadap apa yang lebih penting bagi negara:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daninblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/laugh-in-sadness.html"&gt;Laugh in sadness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*credit to pictures go to the owners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112225829145441619?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112225829145441619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112225829145441619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112225829145441619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112225829145441619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/minggu-sore-tentang-pengemis.html' title='Minggu Sore - Tentang Pengemis'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112208314220158929</id><published>2005-07-22T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T03:10:26.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumat Sore - Buffet Movie [Edited]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/503204singlesided%7ECharlie-and-the-Chocolate-Factory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/503204singlesided%7ECharlie-and-the-Chocolate-Factory.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to my friend's house in an hour or so. Later on tonight, I'm thinking to watch "&lt;a href="http://chocolatefactorymovie.warnerbros.com/"&gt;Charlie's and the Chocolate factory&lt;/a&gt;" unless nobody wants to go; &lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/charlie_and_the_chocolate_factory/"&gt;RottenTomatoes&lt;/a&gt; gives it a good rating, so I guess it must be worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about movie-theatre, in the states (at least on the theatres that I visited), we don't have the seat-number on the ticket, so we could sit anywhere we want (which means if you're late on a &lt;a href="http://movieweb.com/movies/box_office/"&gt;box-office movie&lt;/a&gt;, you gotta be ready to sit in the front row: in fact, I did it once, or twice). But offcouse, people here are not that naive, due to that flaw, the theatre offers a &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=refund"&gt;refund&lt;/a&gt; (they give back your money), if you change your mind about seeing the movie (eg. you don't get a good seat) well, as long as the movie hasn't finished yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing, usually some Indonesian friends sometimes watch more than one movie at a time and some call this method "&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=buffet"&gt;buffet&lt;/a&gt;" which is taken from the "buffet restaurant" in which the meaning of 'buffet' is actually irrelevant to the concept of "the privilege of abusing resources with a single payment" because buffet actually means " A meal at which guests serve themselves from various dishes displayed on a table or sideboard".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they only pay a ticket to one movie. They could possibly do that because nobody actually watch the door in-front-of each auditorium, they took the ticket in the very front door, and after that you could go to any theatres - number of times, well except the &lt;a href="http://movieweb.com/movies/box_office/"&gt;box-office movie&lt;/a&gt;, for that one they usually got some tough-looking guy (or just &lt;a href="http://www.militaryphs.org/images/nav/sam.jpg"&gt;some guy&lt;/a&gt;) to watch the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/AMC-Ticket3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/AMC-Ticket2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;- The Movie Ticket -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse, most people would think that we shouldn't do that, that we shouldn't watch more than one movie when we only pay the ticket for one. The thing is, if we think about it, sometimes the theatres here are quite empty, so I think, as long as we don't disadvantage anybody (not making noise, not littering, not taking anybody's seat), where's the harm? They gotta run the movies anyway. Isn't it better if more people watch, even for free? (especially if we see this thing as global's advantage, by spending the same amount of energy, isn't that the world is less disadvantaged if more people are watching it? - I say disadvantaged because it's using energy resources to present a less important issue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we really care about honesty(which I think is related with generousity, benelovence), isn't it better to give the ticket money to the poor, rather than make some rich guy getting even richer? We're not really breaking the law, aren't we? Well, according to my friend who actually worked for the theatre, his supervisor never actually told him to watch/catch for the 'buffet-watchers'. So I think despite the fact that the theatre-owner must have known that some guys are 'buffeting' the movies, they don't really give a damn about it. Maybe, as long as they make money, they don't really care about unimportant stuff. (Remind me of the saying "The law doesn't concern itself with trifles" -&gt; very wonderful!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say "what is different between stealing one book and two books?" what is the different between buffet-watching and not-paying-at-all to watch the movie? You're right they're both are the same thing called &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=stealing"&gt;stealing&lt;/a&gt;. I just offer my point-of-view which is not an absolute true, it's just an opinion, a way of thinking. Sometimes we're too focus on the law that we forget the big picture, the very reasons behind the making of the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for me. The last time I did the buffet movie thing is 4 yrs ago or so. It isn't really my thing. But, sometimes I got annoyed with people who try to be wise, but in a wrong way. They say doing that is wrong without really thinking about it. They just believe that doing that is wrong while at the same time, they do a lot of worse things - for an obvious example they prefer to pay two tickets (give more money to the rich guy) rather than giving the same amount of money to the poor (to their neighbor kids who can't go to school). Now not everybody is like that, some guys are real honest, and real wise, I really appreciate that kind of guys. I know I shouldn't judge people like that, maybe I'm just a bit annoyed remembering some guys who talk-talk-talk(even worse, judging-judging-complaining-cursing-blaming) and actually do nothing but shit, which ironically reminds me of my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man... I start to judge people again without looking at myself. You know what, nobody really got any bad intentions, the buffet-watchers are just playing along with the culture and trying to save money, the critics are guys who have principles and do not afraid in stating their opinion (wrong or right, based on them). So, there isn't any conflict here. Why the hell I make it looks like such a big deal? Anyway, now everybody is happy, instead of deleting my [above] post, I prefer to add this paragraph. After all, I just learn to express my self through writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day: let's try to stop judging people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112208314220158929?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112208314220158929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112208314220158929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112208314220158929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112208314220158929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/jumat-sore-buffet-movie-edited.html' title='Jumat Sore - Buffet Movie [Edited]'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112202369247361449</id><published>2005-07-22T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T02:28:35.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumat Pagi - Playing Chess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/gameofchess2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/gameofchess1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, tonight I don't really feel like blogging. I feel tired and not in the mood to do almost anything. I don't know whether it's because I played at least 5 games of chess today (each game took at least 30 minutes) or because I just watched "&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0124315/"&gt;The Cider House Rules&lt;/a&gt;" (which is quite heart-warming and actually really good) or I don't know, maybe I feel like this just because the caffeine start to wear off. Nevertheless, I am writing one right now. I guess I just don't want to skip on my new hobby. It doesn't really matter anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really special happened today, I don't really read book today, except some chapters from the book that I mentioned yesterday (Don't Sweat small stuff ...). Yeah, I didn't really have the time to read because I played chess the whole day, playing against my roomate and my other buddy. I lose on at least half of the games, but I had fun (it's fun to think), and that's what really matters right? It wasn't an official tournament, so who really cares about winning? hehehe ... I know that sometimes it feels good to win the game. I just say those things because I think it will miss the original purpose (which is having-fun) if I have to feel bad when I don't win the game. Don't you think so? So, right before I started the game, I tried to remind my self that winning is important, but enjoying the game is the main reason I play this game, so if I had to feel bad about not-winning the game, I rather not playing at all. Yeah .. something like that, hehehe. I actually haven't been playing chess for long (just bought the thing two days ago), I played occasionally when I was still in elementary school, but that doesn't count rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/cedarhouserules.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/200/cedarhouserules.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yeah, about the film: "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0124315/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Cider House Rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;". It was really good, I really enjoyed it. It's the kind of movie that touch your heart, makes your eyes wet, but not too depressing, not too dramatic, nor too sad. It just makes your heart warm; makes you feel good about life. The story is basically about a guy names Homer who was raised in orphanage. It's deeper than it seems. It also brings some deeper issues like abortion, the purpose of law (that was made by outsider), complexity of love (devotion&amp;norm), and some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, if you're the kind of guy who enjoy &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0111161/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shawshank Redemption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0108052/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Schindler's List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0308644/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finding Neverland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, you will love this one too. Talking about good movie, I guess next-time I'm going to make a list of the best movies that I've watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112202369247361449?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112202369247361449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112202369247361449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112202369247361449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112202369247361449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/jumat-pagi-playing-chess.html' title='Jumat Pagi - Playing Chess'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112194521612437910</id><published>2005-07-21T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T17:39:22.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamis Pagi - Sediki tentang gelas pecah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/dontsweat-ss.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/200/dontsweat-ss.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tadi waktu baca buku "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0786881852/qid=1121944751/sr=8-1/ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i1_xgl14/102-1245794-3076917?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't sweat the small stuff... and its all small stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" bikinanan &lt;a href="http://dontsweat.com/"&gt;Richard Carlson. PH.D.&lt;/a&gt; Ada chapter yang bagi saya cukup menarik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judul babnya, "See the glass as already broken (and everything else too). "&lt;br /&gt;Menurut yang bikin buku, dia dapet ilham ini dari ajaran Budha. Inti dari ajarannya, dia ingin mengingatkan kalo misalnya semua benda di dunia ini mempunyai awal dan akhir. Pohon yang rindang, bermula dari sebuah biji kecil, dan kelak akan berakhir kembali ke perut-bumi. Batu-batu yang ada bermula dari akumulasi materi-materi yang lebih kecil, batu-batu yang sama, kelak akan hancur menjadi materi-materi kecil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam hubungannya dengan dunia modern, mobil yang kita pakai dulunya dibuat dari rangkain metal, dan kelak selayaknya akan kembali menjadi onggokan metal sarat guna. Begitu juga dengan benda-benda lain yang ada di sekitar kita, komputer kita, gelas favorit kita, bolpen favorit kita. Itu semua mempunyai awal, dan kelak akan mempunyai akhir juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan selalu mengingat kalo &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Toh benda ini suatu-saat pasti bakal rusak/hilang"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, kita tidak akan terlalu kecewa ketika hal itu benar-benar terjadi. Tanpa membuat kita berpikiran pasif dan negatif, filosofi ini hanya ingin mengajak kita lebih menghargai dan menikmati benda sekarang! - dan yang paling penting - bila kita suatu saat mesti kehilangan benda ini, kita bisa mengikhlasi, dan engga perlu buang-buang energi dan waktu untuk menjadi stress atau bete. Jadi ... yuk kita coba untuk membayangkan "the glass as already broken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senyam-Senyum, liat kiri-kanan, pencet Publish-Post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112194521612437910?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112194521612437910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112194521612437910' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112194521612437910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112194521612437910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/kamis-pagi-sediki-tentang-gelas-pecah.html' title='Kamis Pagi - Sediki tentang gelas pecah'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112191023192383622</id><published>2005-07-20T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T18:43:51.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabu Siang - Silly Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/Jari%20California.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/Jari%20California.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly afternoon,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the half-opened window shows it all,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the goofy birds are singing it.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the mellow drama of Silly afternoon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from the  chair in my room,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I participate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, gara-gara jari gua bengkak, kayanya engga pingin ngapa2in except nyantai, dan 'memfokuskan' otak bawah sadar untuk lebih konsentrasi dalam nyembuhin jari gua yang luka dan bengkak, hehe ... as if it's possible, silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari-hari ini gua juga minum jeruk &lt;a href="http://www.tropicana.com/index.asp?ID=1"&gt;tropicana&lt;/a&gt; mulu, dengan anggapan kalo Vitamin C bisa bantu tubuh cepet pulih, dengan kata laen jari gua lebih cepet sembuh (bisa engga sih? silly me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/nekonifusen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/200/nekonifusen2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sambil dengerin singlenya &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Otsuka_Ai#Photobooks"&gt;Ai Otsuka&lt;/a&gt; yang baru, "&lt;a href="http://us.yesasia.com/en/PrdDept.aspx/pid-1004008328/code-j/section-music/"&gt;Neko Ni Fusen&lt;/a&gt;," gua ketik-ketik blog; selain karena menulis merupakan praktis hidup yang sehat (kata seseorang deh kayaknya), alasan lainnya agar jari gua yang bengkak ikut gerak dikit-dikit, biar peredaran darah lancar, dan dengan kata laen bisa sedikit lebih cepet sembuh (bisa engga sih? silly me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah begitulah kira-kira hari ini berlalu.&lt;br /&gt;Silly birds in the outside, Silly me in the inside, of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No offense to the birds, they're singing good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112191023192383622?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112191023192383622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112191023192383622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112191023192383622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112191023192383622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/rabu-siang-silly-afternoon.html' title='Rabu Siang - Silly Afternoon'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112185356966255802</id><published>2005-07-20T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T05:38:14.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabu Pagi - Small World Phenomenon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/tipping-point1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/200/tipping-point.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kemarin waktu skim buku &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0316346624/qid=1121849317/sr=8-1/ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i1_xgl14/102-1245794-3076917?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;Tipping Point&lt;/a&gt; bikinan &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malcolm_Gladwell"&gt;Malcolm Gladwell&lt;/a&gt;, di chapter 2 (kalo engga 3, gua lupa) nya ada ulasan mengenai &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Small_world_phenomenon"&gt;Small World Phenomenon&lt;/a&gt;, konsep yang kurang lebih menyimpulkan bahwa dua orang acak didunia sebenarnya terhubung melalui rantai hubungan sosial yang pendek. Misalnya: gua ama Hakusenang Tawa (orang yang diambil secara acak di Afrika) terhubung melalui rantai teman yang engga terlalu panjang. Maksudnya seperti ini: gua punya temen baik - yang punya temen pelajar dari Africa - yang punya sepupu - yang punya pacar - yang merupakan teman sekelasnya - sepupunya - tetangganya Hakusenang Tawa. Jadi disini gua terhubung ama Hakusenang Tawa melalui 8 orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada mulanya, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stanley_Milgram"&gt;Stanley Milgram&lt;/a&gt;, psikolog yang mengadakan eksperimen ini, melakukan percobaan dengan mengambil dua penduduk US secara acak untuk dicari tahu melalui beberapa orangkah kedua orang ini terhubung, dan dia menemukan bahwa rata-rata dua orang penduduk US secara acak terhubung melalui 6 orang. (sebelum eksperimen dilakukan, terkaan orang pada umumnya adalah 100 orang, 16 kali lipat dari hasil riset)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentunya temen-temen yang sering nge-friendster, pasti secara kurang lebih merasa familiar dengan konsep ini. Karena terkadang di friendster kita memang sering dibikin kaget ama hal-hal yang semacam "loh ... ternyata pacarnya si Andi itu masih temennya sepupu gua toh ..." atau hal-hal semacamnya, yang intinya membuat kita kaget, dan merasa-rasa kalo omongan "dunia itu kecil" ternyata lebih bijak dari perkiraan sebelomnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/races4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/400/races1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We are the world. We are the children. We are the ones who make a brighter day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So, let's start giving" (Michael Jackson: We are the world)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Yang mungkin perlu direnungkan, mengatakan-sesuatukah konsep ini tentang perdamaian dunia? Perdamaian dunia yang selalu kita andai-andaikan. Mungkin untuk perdamaian dunia sedikit agak muluk, tapi mungkin penerapan lebih lanjut akan konsep ini bisa membuat dunia bisa sedikit lebih saling sayang.&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa bisa begitu? Ingatkah anda akan omongan lama "tak kenal maka tak sayang," bener sekali ... seringnya kita engga bisa peduli (sayang) ama orang karena kita engga kenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah untuk langsung saja menghubung2kan kedua orang secara paksa juga susah. Mungkin yang aku maksudkan lebih seperti ilustrasi berikut: kalo misalnya gua bisa tahu kalo si Acong ternyata adalah temen maennya sepupu gua waktu sd, gua pasti bakal lebih mikir sebelon gua pukulin dia kemarin. karena kemarin gua sama sekali engga ada ide siapa tahu itu Acong. Masuk akal tidak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah pengedara mobil (yang tadi sore gua maki-maki, gua klakson-klakson, dan mungkin bakal gua pukulin kalo dia nyampe turun dari mobilnya) itu bakal gua kutuk-kutuk separah itu kalo gua tahu dia itu ternyata adalah temen baeknya adiknya temen baeknya kakakya pacar gua?) - mungkin terdengar aneh, tapi kalo dua orang acak di US aja terhubung melalui 6 orang, bukankah masuk akal kalo dua orang acak di Jakarta terhubung melalui 5 orang (seperti contoh diatas). Mungkin kasus-kasus yang kita alami tidak selalu seindah contoh gua (gua memakai kata 'temen baek,' 'pacar' dan hubungan keluarga yang berkesan lebih intim dibanding 'temen' atau 'kenalan' yang berkesan kurang intim), tetapi bukankah asal-kenal itu udah jauh lebih baik dibanding engga ada hubungan sama sekali?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gampang-gampangan, kalau loe dipaksa mukulin satu diantara dua orang, loe bakal pilih orang yang loe engga tahu asal-usulnya atau orang yang ternyata temennya-temennya-temen loe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benerbener - 'Tak kenal maka [lebih] Tak Sayang' kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gimana caranya mengembangkan konsep ini?&lt;br /&gt;Hal terdekat yang muncul dari pikiran gua itu adalah dengan menggabungkan konsep 'friendster' dan handphone yang diberi sedikit tambahan aplikasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, siapa yang engga punya handphone sekarang di Indo? (yah memang masih banyak sih ... tapi ini cuman contoh kasar, mungkin kalo ide gua bener-bener bisa dipake, kita bisa bikin alat yang lebih tidak butuh banyak biaya, sehingga bisa dijangkau semua orang),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi caranya begini, semua orang di Indonesia(pake contoh indo dulu aja), sewaktu mendaftar KTP atau SIM, diharuskan memasukkan nama-nama orang yang mereka kenal (mungkin data ini tetap dijaga privasinya dan tidak boleh dibuka oleh publik), yah intinya mirip Friendster. Jadi Pemerintah punya database yang isinya mirip friendster. Siapa kenal Siapa kenal Siapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, entaran di handphone kita dikasih satu aplikasi baru. namanya mungkin: 'SIAPA DIA?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus misalnya gua dijalan mau bentrokan ama orang acak nih (asumsi dia juga punya hp), kita tinggal pencet satu tombol 'SIAPA DIA' diarahin ke handphone itu orang terus dengan memakai sistem infra-red atau blue-tooth (atau semacamnya lah, gua engga ngikutin teknologi hp), kita bakal kirimkan satu data unik (mungkin berupa nomor, dimana setiap penduduk mempunyai nomor unik) yang bakal mengirim pesan ke hp orang itu, menanyakan kalo orang itu setuju untuk mengecek juga "SIAPA DIA", kalau setuju, hp orang itu bakal secara otomatis mengirimkan nomor unik gua dan nomor unik orang itu sendiri ke instansi milik negara yang menyimpan database mengenai "Siapa kenal Siapa kenal Siapa" yang gua maksudkan tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus setelah software mereka berhasil nemuin gimana kita bisa terhubung ama orang itu, data 'rantai-teman' itu bakal dikirimkan ke hp kita berdua, sehingga kita bisa sama-sama tahu gimana kita bisa saling terhubung, dan kalo ternyata dia masih temennya temennya temen gua (dan berdasarkan theori small world phenomenon, kemungkinan besar memang demikian), maka kemungkinan terjadi bentrokan bisa berkurang bukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, tentunya semua itu engga segampang itu. Ini cuman 'rough idea,' dari hasil mikir-mikir sambil minum kopi. Siapa tahu kalian-kalian yang lagi iseng baca blog gua ini bisa kepikiran penerapan yang lebih praktis, dan bener-bener bisa bikin konsep 'tak kenal maka tak sayang' + 'friendster' + 'small world phenomenon' menjadi suatu konsep baru yang bisa membuat dunia ini menjadi lebih saling kenal, saling senyum, dan dengan kata lain, dunia ini menjadi-lebih-damai. Hehe, sekian. Terima kasih atas waktunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pictures are not mine, credit goes to the owners.&lt;br /&gt;*Gua engga bener-bener mukulin Acong loh. Hehe, semua contoh diatas fiksi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112185356966255802?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112185356966255802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112185356966255802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112185356966255802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112185356966255802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/rabu-pagi-small-world-phenomenon.html' title='Rabu Pagi - Small World Phenomenon!'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112177058215318992</id><published>2005-07-19T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T05:44:48.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selasa Awal - Tentang Toko Buku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/Santana_Row_Borders_038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/Santana_Row_Borders_038.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sore tadi, gua ama temen pergi ke toko buku &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borders_Group"&gt;Borders&lt;/a&gt;. Toko buku di Amerika (mungkin juga beberapa negara maju lain) memiliki konsep yang berbeda dengan toko buku di Indonesia pada umumnya. Sejak gua pertama kali nyelonong masuk ke toko buku itu, gua langsung jatuh cinta. Gimana engga? Loe dateng kesono, bisa nyari buku macem-macem banyaknya, buat 'disample.' Setelah nemu buku yang menarik, loe bisa langsung nyari sofa nyaman buat duduk dan baca; tanpa ada yang ganggu - bahkan, loe engga perlu balikin bukunya, loe taruh disebelah loe aja bakal ada orang yang dateng balikin buat loe; dan kalo loe belon selesai baca, cuman tinggal bilang "Sorry, I haven't finished with those" dan orangnya bakal senyum sambil bilang "sorry enggih..." Hehehe ... tempat ini ada Cafenya pula! biarpun engga seenak starbucks, Vanila Lattenya masih bisa dikasih nilai B (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Starbucks"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/a&gt; A tentunya). Tempatnya gede, banyak buku, banyak pilihan kopi, banyak cewe pula, dan yang lebih keren, terkadang ada live music juga. Pencinta buku mana yang engga setuju kalo tempat ini super oke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekilas gua berpikir, kalau semua orang kesononya cuman nongkrong baca buku, engga ada yang beli, lantasan mereka dapet untungnya dari mana yah? Biarpun jawaban yang konkrit belon ketemu, tapi gua simpulin kalo mungkin ada rasa '&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=favoritism"&gt;favoritism&lt;/a&gt;' dan '&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=guilty"&gt;guilty&lt;/a&gt;' yang membuat langganan-langganan nongkrong ini bilamana kepepet mesti beli buku (untuk koleksi atau alasan2 lain) maka akan memilih membeli di toko buku yang biasa mereka singgahin. Buktinya: mereka masih tetep buka, dan malahan menambah toko-toko di kawasan baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak temen-temen berjiwa &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?r=2&amp;amp;q=entrepreneur"&gt;entrepreneur&lt;/a&gt; yang mempertanyakan kalau-kalau konsep toko buku ini bisa dipake (diterapkan) ke Pasaran toko buku Indonesia yang bisa dibilang masih memakai gaya lama. Yang jadi topik utama dalam perbincangan kita, mungkin siapkah mental orang Indonesia untuk dibukakan toko buku seperti ini? Apakah ketika diberi kebebasan untuk membaca gratis di sofa, lantasan orang yang sama bakalan berinisiatif untuk menjadikan toko buku ini tempat langganan membeli buku? Jawabannya belon ketemu, tapi nyatanya teman teman entrepreneur itu urung niatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, bener keren loh toko bukunya. Gua bener-bener berharap kelak di Indonesia ada toko buku kaya gini nih ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Sekian cerita tentang Toko Buku Borders---&lt;br /&gt;NB: Sangat diharapkan teman-teman (terutama) di Indonesia untuk memberikan pendapat tentang konsep toko-buku ini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112177058215318992?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112177058215318992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112177058215318992' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112177058215318992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112177058215318992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/selasa-awal-tentang-toko-buku.html' title='Selasa Awal - Tentang Toko Buku'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112173278076340180</id><published>2005-07-18T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T17:35:14.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senin Sore - Sedikit untuk teman.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/cemarangantuk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/cemarangantuk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernahkah seseorang berkata kepadamu, "Masalah kecil begini saja kamu engga bisa, mana mungkin kamu bisa sukses. Jangan hanya bermimpi di siang bolong!"&lt;br /&gt;Nah, memang sakit dikatain begitu, dan memang ada benernya terkadang kritik itu bersifat membangun dan baik dasarnya. Tapi menurut gua tindakan seperti itu kurang bijak adanya. Apakah memberi masukan itu harus berupa kritik dan menyakiti orang lain? (bahkan terkadang seuumur hidup, tak-terlupakan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini aku engga bermaksud mengata-ngatain pengkritik yang kurang tolerir, ataupun memberikan masukan mengenai bagaimana memberi masukan yang baik. Instead, gua bakal kasih cerita dari Cina klasik, tentang bagaimana kita bisa meng-counter omongan seperti diatas. Biarpun untuk 90% keadaan, gua pikir lebih baik kita tidak perlu meng-counter omongan mereka secara langsung; ada baiknya kita menjadi lebih sabar (dengan kata lain: bijak!), dan mengilustrasikan hal berikut didalam hati saja; sehingga kita tidak perlu berkecil hati, sakit hati, dan bahkan kita bisa tersenyum kepada pengkritik kita, dan berkata dalam hati "sungguh kasihan orang ini, sungguh kasihan dia kurang bijaksana."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demikian cerita yang dimaksudkan:&lt;br /&gt;The following story is taken from the book "The Saying of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lie_Zi"&gt;Lie Zi&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(Illustrator, Editor: &lt;a href="http://www.sinorama.com.tw/en/print_issue.php3?id=200469306092e.txt&amp;mag=past"&gt;Tsai Chih Chung&lt;/a&gt;. Asiapac Books: 1992).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/cn_sichuan_emei5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/cn_sichuan_emei5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yang agung dan Yang tak berharga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang Zhu mengunjungi raja Liang, demikian percakapan mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Yang Zhu&lt;/span&gt;: Memerintah kerajaan semudah memegang sesuatu di telapak tangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Raja Liang&lt;/span&gt;: Kamu punya satu istri dan satu selir yang tak dapat kamu kendalikan, dan tiga hektar kebun yang tak dapat kamu rawat. Kamukah orang yang mengatakan padaku bahwa mengatur kerajaan itu mudah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Yang Zhu&lt;/span&gt;: Baiklah, akan saya terangkan. Pernahkah anda melihat seorang gembala dan kawanannya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Yang Zhu&lt;/span&gt;: Suruh seorang Anak dengan tongkat dibahunya untuk mengikuti sekawanan domba, maka mereka akan pergi ke timur atau ke barat menurut kehendaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Yang Zhu&lt;/span&gt;: Suruh Yao* menggiring satu domba, dan Shun* mengikuti dengan tongkat di bahunya dan mereka tak bisa membuat domba-domba itu menurut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Yang Zhu&lt;/span&gt;: Di samping itu Ikan besar yang bisa menelan kapal tidak berenang di sungai kecil.&lt;br /&gt;Burung yang terbang tinggi tidak akan mendarat di kolam kecil atau kubangan air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Yang Zhu&lt;/span&gt;: Inilah sebabnya mengapa dikatakan, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Orang yang memulai suatu usaha besar, tidak mempedulikan hal hal remeh. Seseorang yang mencapai sukses besar, tidak memperoleh yang kecil."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seseorang anak dapat menguasai ratusan domba; Yao* dan Shun* bahkan tak dapat mengendalikan seekor domba, tapi mereka menguasai kerajaan; dan bahkan menjadi raja legendaris di sejarah Cina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Usai Cerita-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, keren kan ceritanya!&lt;br /&gt;Jangan berkecil hati teman-teman pemimpi besar. Bermimpilah setinggi langit, jangan biarkan kritikus-kritikus itu merengut mimpi kita. Biarlah kita tersenyum kecil dan membayangkan di-dalam hati ilustrasi diatas. Bila terpaksa, mungkin kita bisa melontarkan balik cerita diatas, untuk sesekali menghentikan mereka dari kebiasaan mengkritik. Tapi sebisanya, lebih baik kita tersenyum saja, dan melihat tepat ke mata mereka, sambil berkata "aku tahu aku memang serba kurang, benar-benar terima kasih, aku sangat senang untuk mengetahui kamu benar benar peduli tentang aku."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa bermaksud sok (karena gua masih hijau), gua berharap gua benar-benar bisa menerapkan apa yang baru gua omongin diatas. Mari kita berusaha bersama-sama, memberi senyum kecil kepada setiap hawa negatif, sehingga semoga hawa hawa negatif dunia semua bisa menjadi senyum dan bunga saja.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112173278076340180?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112173278076340180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112173278076340180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112173278076340180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112173278076340180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/senin-sore-sedikit-untuk-teman.html' title='Senin Sore - Sedikit untuk teman.'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112168752293145833</id><published>2005-07-18T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T04:52:02.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senin Baru - Senyum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/B00005A8TY.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/B00005A8TY.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abis aja nonton &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spartacus#Further_reading"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spartacus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; film bikinan &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000040/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stanley Kubrick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (film terkenal bikinan dia: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0093058/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;full metal jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0066921/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a clockwork orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) yang diambil dari (I guess) kisah nyata jaman abad pertama2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceritanya kurang lebih tentang a slave yang mau ditrain jadi &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gladiator"&gt;gladiator&lt;/a&gt; bernama Spartacus. Orang ini biarpun engga pernah mengeyam pendidikan, nyatanya lumayan cerdas. Dia bisa punya harga-diri yang tinggi, dan engga menerima kenyataan bahwa dia harus jadi slave seumur hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan memanfaatkan kesempatan yang ada, dia membawa teman-teman slavenya untuk uprising dan bertolak ke &lt;a href="http://www.lonelyplanet.com/mapshells/europe/italy/italy.htm"&gt;barat itali&lt;/a&gt;, untuk mencoba kembali ke tanah masing2 dan bebas. Biarpun mereka gagal, dan perbudakan masih merajalela, semangat dan keberaniannya berkata sesuatu terhadap dunia, menampir Kejayaan Roma pada Zaman itu akan keangkuhan mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau dipikir-pikir sungguh aneh hobi orang roma itu. Mereka (cowo dan cewe) bisa enjoy ngeliatin orang-orang (gladiators) saling bunuh gitu. bahkan pada scene dimana pertarungan udah dimenangkan oleh satu pihak, dan dimana orang ini enggan membunuh lawannya, penonton orang roma ini malah berteriak-teriak menyuruh orang itu bunuh lawannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya yang salah itu orang-orang roma kuno yang keji itu, atau kita yang terlalu lembek. Atau ternyata, manusia sudah berkembang ke peradaban yang lebih manusiawi dan pantas. Mungkin zaman sekarang yang menganggap hal-hal seperti itu keji, sebenarnya menganggap hal-hal demikian keji hanya karena perbedaan zaman saja. Dengan kata lain suatu saat, mungkin 20 abad dari sekarang, sebagian hal-hal yang kita lakuin sekarang adalah keji bagi mereka, karena mereka yang sudah lebih maju bakal mempunyai tingkat manusiawi yang lebih tinggi lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukankah demikian nyatanyaa kalo kita pikirkan? Apakah ngedugem semaleman secara berlebihan (menghabiskan ratusan ribu rupiah) memakai uang bapak yang didapet dari memaksimalkan untung, dengan cara meminimalkan hal yang bisa diminimalkan ongkosnya itu disebut manusiawi? sekilas memang iya. Tapi kalo kita mau berpikir lebih jauh, apakah hal 'meminimalkan ongkos' itu benar2 manusiawi? - untuk menggampangkan ilustrasi, pikirkan pernyataan ini: apakah artinya seribu-rupiah di tempat dugem, nah apa artinya seribu rupiah ini bagi anak kecil tukang bajay? (ini sepersepuluh uang sekolah bulananya, kalau ada sepuluh orang merelakan seribuan ini, udah beres uang sekolah adik kecil itu;). Perlukah kita tawar-menawar terhadap orang kecil? Manusiawikah itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, tapi gua disini bukan mau ngadilin dan nyeramahin orang (gua juga masih hijau dan berengsek), gua cuman mau ngajak berpikir bersama, merenungkan apa yang patut direnungkan. Kalo loe mau bilang gua ga selayaknya ngomong hal yang gua sendiri ga bisa lakuin, engga apa-apa, hal itu memang lumrah diucapkan. Tapi tanyakan pada nuranimu sendiri, salahkah yang gua omongin? Salahkan pesan-pesan disampaikan oleh Spartacus? Apakah hal-hal yang kita lakuin ini kelak (mungkin 20 abad lagi) bakal disebut sebagai manusiawi?&lt;br /&gt;Apakah kita perlu menunggu orang-orang seperti Spartacus, untuk menampar muka-muka angkuh kita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima-kasih atas waktunya; semoga dunia-lebih-damai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112168752293145833?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112168752293145833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112168752293145833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112168752293145833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112168752293145833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/senin-baru-senyum.html' title='Senin Baru - Senyum!'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112164949425374218</id><published>2005-07-17T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T22:07:22.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentang Hari ini Saja</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/delayedead1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/delayedead1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gila gila, hari ini panas nyampe 90f (90-32 / 9 * 5 = 33c), yah mungkin kalo di indo udah biasa yah segitu, tapi kayanya di Bay-area lumayan panas segitu tuh, apalagi kalo inget2 sekarang di SF pasti lagi mendung2 seperti biasa ... oh man, I love SF weather, untuk pembuktian, mari kita check weather.com (search: San Francisco -&gt; see ... it's 62f (below 20c) there ... licik!)&lt;br /&gt;Yah, akhirnya di rumah kaga ngapa2in, just browsing internet, ngeliat2 blog2nya kaum intelek Indo (gua bilang intelek karena menurut gua dari yang gua kunjungin posting2nya lumayan bermutu2). Banyak yang menarik perhatian, terutama blog milik seorang cewe jakarta: &lt;a href="http://sasko.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saskia P. Tjokro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, seorang novelis muda rupanya! Biarpun gua cuman baru baca tiga postingannya di page utama, tapi gua ada rasa kalo besok2 bakal sering simak ini blog kalo lagi status-nganggur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm .... tentunya semua itu gua-lakuin selagi dengerin lagu jepang, mp3 gua yang beruntung kali ini adalah albumnya &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.keycrew.jp/syrup16g/index.htm"&gt;Syrup16g&lt;/a&gt;, yang berjudul delayedead (foto cover album ada diawal posting ini) - lagunya agak mellow2 rock gituan. tapi nyantai juga, cocok buat hawa panas beginian, karena engga terlalu norak dan energik.&lt;br /&gt;Yah(-satu), kebanyakan blog gua isinya masih postingan2 lama dari friendster, isinya cuman hal2 yang gua tulis ketika lagi bete, bad-mood, depresi, super-bosan, atau break dari bikin program (engga tahu ada bobot dan maknanya atau tidak, semoga bisa dinikmati!)&lt;br /&gt;Yah(-dua), kayanya ini postingan pertama di blog gua yang isinya nyantai aja, dan asal ngomongin hal-hal yang gua lakuin (sedang maupun barusan maupun akan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, semoga harimu indah, jadi kamu bisa bagiin indahnya ke orang lain, yang juga bakal bagiin indahnya ke orang lain, terus-begitu sampe dunia lebih indah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112164949425374218?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112164949425374218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112164949425374218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112164949425374218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112164949425374218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/tentang-hari-ini-saja_17.html' title='Tentang Hari ini Saja'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112164787069547488</id><published>2005-07-17T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T00:00:25.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirai</title><content type='html'>here I am, in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;feeling so blue, ---(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;staring at the sky&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;wondering where you are,&lt;br /&gt;and what you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here I am, in the coldness of the night.&lt;br /&gt;feeling so lonely, ---(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inside my quilt&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;wondering if you feel cold,&lt;br /&gt;and need more blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here I am, in the chaos of my life.&lt;br /&gt;feeling so tired, ---(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drinkin beer&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;wondering if you have a hard time,&lt;br /&gt;and need someone to comfort you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here I am, being silly writing a poem.&lt;br /&gt;badly wanting to meet you, ---(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;embrace you&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;wondering what is inside your heart,&lt;br /&gt;whether or not you feel the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mirai means future.&lt;br /&gt;*At some points, I wonder about the woman that I am gonna marry later.&lt;br /&gt;Things like what is she doing now, how is she, and why I haven't met her yet; I know that I am going to marry someone that I really love and really love me; so, I guess for someone that special, it's harmless if I wanna start to show my passion to her sooner.&lt;br /&gt;This writing is for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112164787069547488?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112164787069547488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112164787069547488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112164787069547488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112164787069547488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/mirai.html' title='Mirai'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112157709613828497</id><published>2005-07-16T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T22:13:36.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing tea-cup, and friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/wine1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/wine1b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hot hot day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;don't you hate a hot day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I say that to my precious friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a silent, wise tea cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my tea cup likes to dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;on this jazzy afternoon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;with his joyful friend, jumpy piano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;he dances, in a weird way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;piano sings blue monk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tea cup's dancing with no legs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but then, they stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"pinot pinot---!" screams the cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ah, the drunk wine-bottle is coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the pinot noir; he comes with his friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;or rather enemy; who is sucking his blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"no-no!"; that enemy; is drunk too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that funny looking enemy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think I know him; wait a minute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I remember that sleepy camel look-alike face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that soon-is-raining-cloud look-alike eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah-yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I remember! I saw him last week;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in a weird toilet on that bar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;righto; I saw him that day! on the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112157709613828497?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112157709613828497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112157709613828497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112157709613828497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112157709613828497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/dancing-tea-cup-and-friends.html' title='Dancing tea-cup, and friends'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112146596374508243</id><published>2005-07-15T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T15:19:23.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea of Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/anak_jalanan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/anak_jalanan1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a dirty river,&lt;br /&gt;how can I see deep into the water?&lt;br /&gt;In a corrupted mind,&lt;br /&gt;how can I really understand other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While trying to be good is not&lt;br /&gt;as easy as talking good.&lt;br /&gt;While being nice is not&lt;br /&gt;as simple as acting nice.&lt;br /&gt;To really understand others is not&lt;br /&gt;yet within my reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While playing in the beach;&lt;br /&gt;in hoping to have sunny day -&lt;br /&gt;How could I not be aware that&lt;br /&gt;the farmers badly need the rain,&lt;br /&gt;for the dry-dying crop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While arguing about some rupiah with tukang-bajaj,&lt;br /&gt;that I would use to buy a piece of cake anyway,&lt;br /&gt;How could I not be aware that&lt;br /&gt;it means a month school tuition for his son,&lt;br /&gt;a nice kid with a big dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I really want to get a new car;&lt;br /&gt;like anybody else in the school.&lt;br /&gt;I want it badly like a child who wants a new toy.&lt;br /&gt;but then father reminds me of the unlucky ones,&lt;br /&gt;How could I not be aware!&lt;br /&gt;and be more careful to enjoy the feeling of envy.&lt;br /&gt;because after all,&lt;br /&gt;What do I know about envy?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to judge other to not be envy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a politician, yet I still have to&lt;br /&gt;think twice -&lt;br /&gt;before giving an opinion,&lt;br /&gt;before stating my principal.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I ignore my inner-heart too much,&lt;br /&gt;that it rarely talks to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching brothers fighting to each other.&lt;br /&gt;or neighbors in afar island killing each other,&lt;br /&gt;creating a civil war.&lt;br /&gt;How do I know who is right? who is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;is belief to be considered? - skin color is?&lt;br /&gt;- the stronger group is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I know?&lt;br /&gt;What do I know.....&lt;br /&gt;about the pain of each side,&lt;br /&gt;the bitterness of seeing your relatives being killed.&lt;br /&gt;the bitterness of seeing your 20 years of hardwork being burned.&lt;br /&gt;What do I know...&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to judge.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do...&lt;br /&gt;Watching in a distance?&lt;br /&gt;While my surrounding are praying and ignoring at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;While fathers are preaching with his eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to say this,&lt;br /&gt;but I can't keep still,&lt;br /&gt;and say that this is a perfect world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that God takes away the colors from our life.&lt;br /&gt;what is the purpose of this colorful world,&lt;br /&gt;if the reds are made from blood,&lt;br /&gt;the green from envy, and the blue from sadness;&lt;br /&gt;alas the water are all tears, and sweat, sweat of hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to say this,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a guy who religiously pray every day,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a guy who would actually go there to help them,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe after all I could be categorized as&lt;br /&gt;one of those ignorant bastards I curse whenever -  I am in a bad mood!&lt;br /&gt;the guy who drive good car, talking about so-called wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;But ignoring the hungry fellas back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, if you are reading this,&lt;br /&gt;bless me with more wisdom, and courage.&lt;br /&gt;ofcourse, unless it is not your plan.&lt;br /&gt;but God, at least;&lt;br /&gt;Would you mind to give foods to thousands starving children&lt;br /&gt;only a slight effort for You maybe,&lt;br /&gt;but it means thousands smiles for people down here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112146596374508243?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112146596374508243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112146596374508243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112146596374508243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112146596374508243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/sea-of-tears.html' title='Sea of Tears'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112140810644565574</id><published>2005-07-14T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T03:09:29.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something about coffee &amp; alcohol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/100_9301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/100_9301.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just something to think about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;first part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drink five cups of espresso daily, for a week.&lt;br /&gt;on the eighth day, don't drink any, and I guarantee, that you won't act the same way at all, you might feel weird, be depressed, or on an extreme case, you might consider to commit suicide. (instant &lt;a href="http://people.ucsc.edu/%7Ektanumih/coffee/Index.htm"&gt;coffee&lt;/a&gt; contains ten times less caffeine that the same amount of espresso)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://people.ucsc.edu/%7Ektanumih/coffee/Caffeine.htm"&gt;caffeine&lt;/a&gt; could control your mind and your emotion too,&lt;br /&gt;which means there is no such thing as heart; only mind (brain) exists, and its no longer yours when &lt;a href="http://people.ucsc.edu/%7Ektanumih/coffee/Caffeine.htm"&gt;caffeine&lt;/a&gt; actually drives your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;human's emotion is at an option of being manipulated, but is it really true that sadness, loneliness and happiness is a fate rather than an option?&lt;br /&gt;we have actually discovered substances that can be used to adjust our moods(aka caffeine, alcohol), maybe we just need to perfect them, and use them to manipulate our moods, and even our lives. (do we really have hate in a happy mood?, no hate - no war, man!!!) peace is infront of us, yet scientists hail the nuclear's creator, and follow the way of capitalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;second part:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, drink a bottle of 40% vodka, and try to understand the world of alcoholic, they are still wrong, but their reasons might be make more sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;third part:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandhi never had angry toward any person for 40yrs or so, despite his tremendous patience, he did not escape from human's hatred (he was killed). Mother Theresa is one of the most unselfish human ever lived, millions adore her, but less than a percent follow her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that you suffer insomnia, and then live normaly, and neutrally for a month (still without your previous memory), and then listen to john lennon's imagine lyrics religiously, do you think what he says in the lyrics is wrong? really? really? really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, what is right? what is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;why do we do what we do?&lt;br /&gt;why do we believe what we believe?&lt;br /&gt;what is my purpose in life?&lt;br /&gt;what is your purpose in life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112140810644565574?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112140810644565574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112140810644565574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112140810644565574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112140810644565574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/something-about-coffee-alcohol.html' title='something about coffee &amp; alcohol'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112133395341293519</id><published>2005-07-14T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T03:16:30.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World's Random Quality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/100_9581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/100_9581.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One random Summer morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I woke up and got something in my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;something that was left by the guy I met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;in my dream the night before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;that 'something' is changed to understandable words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;below are those words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is a set of chaos sequences;&lt;br /&gt;the randomness of events that involve us both directly and indirectly&lt;br /&gt;increase the level of randomness in our plans that are supposed to be exact;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore there is no such thing as certain plan,&lt;br /&gt;because every activities are connected with randomness and thus can't be certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the ancient chinese story about the old man who lost his horse, I feel more certain about the suggestion that we shall not worry about bad events, because it is so random, that we can't really say that such event is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;The Story about an old man who lost his horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt; Near the Great Wall lived an old man, who had a fine horse. One day the horse ran away to the barbarian territory, and failed to return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt; When his friends and relatives heard the tale, they all came to comfort the old man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;They never expected the old man to say with a lack of concern, "The way I look at it, who knows if having my horse run away might not bring me some advantage!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt; Several months later, the old man's horse returned, bringing back a horse of the barbarians with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Again his friends and neighbors all came, this time to congratulate him. But he responded that there was really nothing worth rejoicing over. If something went wrong, he said, the end result could still be disastrous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Regrettably, the old man's words were right on the mark. His son tried to ride the horse from the barbarian lands. Unfortunately, the horse had not been tamed, and it threw the boy to the ground, breaking his leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Again family and neighbors arrived to express their sympathy. The old man told them, "You needn't worry so much about me. Although it is unfortunate that my son broke his leg, it may turn out to be for the best."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;A year later, the barbarians attacked and broke through the Great Wall in force. All the healthy young men in the area were called to war, and the vast majority were killed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt; The old man's son, on the other hand, was spared, because his bad leg kept him out of military service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does such thing actually happens?&lt;br /&gt;I guess once again it is because when we have an interaction with the world, we actually pick it randomly. Eg: we know we have a car that we picked our self (eg. Honda Accord), but do you know the unique quality of your car that differs it from another car from the same model? will you know if there is a little defect on very small part of your left front tire, something that you can't see, but it really differs it from their "cousins."&lt;br /&gt;Now, you don't think that all of those Honda Accord 1994 has exactly100% the same quality ... do you? well, they are all the same model, all look the same, but each of them are unique! and I bet that you don't know what is the uniqeness that your car has, which means that you pick the car more or less randomly! (another example: when we go out of the house, do we plan which people we will meet in the street? do we plan which car we will pass on the highway?&lt;br /&gt;NO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, the question is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;where will this randomness bring us tommorow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112133395341293519?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112133395341293519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112133395341293519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112133395341293519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112133395341293519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/worlds-random-quality.html' title='The World&apos;s Random Quality'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112129955396280889</id><published>2005-07-13T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T17:05:53.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Petualangan si Kabul mencari Jamba Juice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/coloroftheworld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/coloroftheworld.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jamba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Juice&lt;/span&gt; - Part 01:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siang ini panas bukan maen,&lt;br /&gt;gara2 itu aku kepikiran untuk beli jamba juice,&lt;br /&gt;begitu baru keluar dari pintu rumah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mendadak ada sesorang yang memayungi aku,&lt;br /&gt;dan berjalan kemanapun aku berjalan.&lt;br /&gt;ketika aku nanya, "kamu siapa?"&lt;br /&gt;dia bilang "I'm your guardian"&lt;br /&gt;so, aku cuek dan terusin berjalan.&lt;br /&gt;sesaat kemudian,&lt;br /&gt;ada orang lain yang bawa kipas gede dan kipasin gua,&lt;br /&gt;padahal dia sendiri keringetan gila2an,&lt;br /&gt;terus gua nanya dia juga, "kamu siapa?"&lt;br /&gt;orang itu bilang "im your other guardian"&lt;br /&gt;diapun juga berjalan kemanapun gua berjalan.&lt;br /&gt;"hm ... what a lucky day" pikir gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akupun terus berjalan,&lt;br /&gt;karena bosan, akupun bertanya ama mereka,&lt;br /&gt;so guys, kalian emangnya mau kemana?&lt;br /&gt;guardian pertama bilang,&lt;br /&gt;"tidak tahu yah,&lt;br /&gt;kita cuman dikasih tahu suruh payungin tuan"&lt;br /&gt;"siapa yang suruh?" gua nanya&lt;br /&gt;"boss saya"&lt;br /&gt;"siapa boss loe?"&lt;br /&gt;"gua kasih tahu, tuan juga ga bakal kenal"&lt;br /&gt;karena konversasi buntu, dan udara panas menjijikkan,&lt;br /&gt;maka aku diam saja dan mencegah terbakarnya kalori sia2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalam perjalanan,&lt;br /&gt;ternyata guardian2ku berusaha berjalan ke arah yang&lt;br /&gt;tidak seperti didalam benakku,&lt;br /&gt;tapi karena kupikir keenakan ada yang mayungin dan ngipasin, jalannya muter sedikit juga kaga apa apa.&lt;br /&gt;maka aku ikut aja kearah mereka berjalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kemudian entah kenapa dijalan banyak jaket2 bagus ditinggal ama orang. karena iseng aku ambil satu jaket yang bagus, lalu aku pakai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah berjalan sekian waktu, ada orang yang mendadak nanyain gua, "eh loe mau kerjaan gampang engga? tolong anterin barang ini nih,&lt;br /&gt;ke jamba juice, entar gua bayar loe 500$. tapi untuk jaminan, gua mau bawa sim loe ama uang  100$"&lt;br /&gt;wah kebetulan sekali, pikir gua. maka gua setuju aja.&lt;br /&gt;gua bawa satu tong super-berat (who-knows-what-is-inside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan perjalanan berlanjut, setelah sesaat aku baru sadar kalo misalnya&lt;br /&gt;aku sudah engga tahu aku berada dimana lagi,&lt;br /&gt;karena tadinya gua ga konsentrasi liat jalan dan malahan bingung pegang tong-super-beratnya.&lt;br /&gt;jadi gua nanya guardians, "loh bapak2 kita dimana sekarang?" mendadak guardian tukang kipas, melihat gua dengan sedih, dan bilang sampai jumpa, terus dia lari ninggalin gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guardian payung bilang "apa boleh buat, perintah boss.. guardian kipas mesti cabut.&lt;br /&gt;ya udah gua anterin kamu sampai perempatan, terus gua pergi juga"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karena bingung, gua ikut aja.&lt;br /&gt;sampai di perempatan, gua tambah bingung, gua kayanya nyasar di hutan mana juga ga ngerti,&lt;br /&gt;dan guardian payung juga langsung pergi, terbang pakai payungnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh man ..."&lt;br /&gt;udah udara panas, sekarang malahan tersesat,&lt;br /&gt;terus gua iseng2 nanya orang,&lt;br /&gt;"pak pak, ini jalan apa yah ..."&lt;br /&gt;di luar dugaan, mereka semua engga bisa ngomong bahasa indo ..&lt;br /&gt;oh damn ... setelah gua coba2 mereka juga kaga ngomong inggris,&lt;br /&gt;kaga tahu deh mereka punya bahasa apaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, gua akhirnya cari jalannya sendiri,&lt;br /&gt;sambil pake jaket yang tadi nemu,&lt;br /&gt;sambil bawa tong berat&lt;br /&gt;panas panas&lt;br /&gt;di tengah orang orang asing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah sekian lama mencoba, gua masih tersesat.&lt;br /&gt;karena kaga tahan ama panasnya lagi, gua terpaksa buang jaket yang tadi nemu. burberry padahal, sayang man ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berjam2 kemudian, gua mulai dehidrasi.&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya gua putusin untuk cari tempat minum yang lain dulu gua pikir. eh akhirnya ada starbucks, padahal gua lagi kaga pingin ngopi.&lt;br /&gt;jadi gua masuk, eh ternyata starbucks yang ditempat itu kaga ada pelayannya&lt;br /&gt;setoko isinya cuman vending machine, jualnya jamba juice dalam kaleng.&lt;br /&gt;wah gua seneng bukan kepalang,&lt;br /&gt;waktu gua mau beli, baru sadar, jreng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah puter2 berjam2, gua mulai dehidrasi.&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya gua cari tempat minum yang lain dulu gua pikir.&lt;br /&gt;eh akhirnya ada starbucks, padahal gua lagi kaga pingin ngopi.&lt;br /&gt;jadi gua masuk, eh ternyata starbucks yang ditempat itu kaga ada pelayannya&lt;br /&gt;setoko isinya cuman vending machine, jualnya jamba juice dalam kaleng.&lt;br /&gt;wah gua seneng bukan kepalang,&lt;br /&gt;waktu gua mau beli, baru sadar, jreng!&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;gua ga punya koin, dan mesinnya kaga terima uang kertas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi gua super haus, dan ga mau langsung nyerah.&lt;br /&gt;pertama gua kegoda mau rusak mesinnya aja, tapi kok kayaknnya susah yah.&lt;br /&gt;dan lagian kalo ketahuan bisa berabe.&lt;br /&gt;jadi gua berdiri di depan pintu,&lt;br /&gt;pake bahasa tarzan berusaha jelasin ke orang kalo gua mau tuker koin.&lt;br /&gt;setelah disangka orang gila beberapa kali,&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya ada orang yang ngerti maksud gua, dia keluarin koinnya,&lt;br /&gt;tapi eh, ternyata dia kaga mau duit gua, dia maunya tong-super-berat yang gua bawa&lt;br /&gt;oh damn ... dilema,&lt;br /&gt;yah, tapi gua udah sekarat, gua kasih ke dia tongnya, dan gua ambil koinnya.&lt;br /&gt;dan guapun beli jamba juice kalengnya,&lt;br /&gt;selagi minum jamba juicenya, gua liat orang yang tadi ambil tong gua,&lt;br /&gt;ternyata lagi buka tong itu,&lt;br /&gt;eh, kacang-kebo-terbang-bareng, teryata dalam tong itu isinya uang koin banyak banget,&lt;br /&gt;plus ada peta daerah ini; gua pun bete banget,&lt;br /&gt;gua samberin orang itu, terus pake bahasa tarzan lagi, gua minta petanya.&lt;br /&gt;untung dia ngerti, dia kasih gua petanya.&lt;br /&gt;gua pun seneng banget, gua akhirnya tahu jalan ke jamba juice yang gua cari2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah sampe di jamba juice, gua baru inget,&lt;br /&gt;kalo gua udah engga haus, karena tadi barusan minum.&lt;br /&gt;terus gua jadi merasa tolol, kenapa2 gua masih pergi ke jamba-juice padahal udah engga haus.&lt;br /&gt;eh, kebo-sapi, orang yang tadi nitipin tongnya ke gua, ngeliat gua,&lt;br /&gt;dan nagih tongnya.&lt;br /&gt;karena tongnya udah hilang, gua bilang ke dia.&lt;br /&gt;gua jelasin dia baek2, kaga diterima.&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya dia mau ganti rugi, karena gua ga bawa uang,&lt;br /&gt;gua bilang dia, gini deh entar gua tukerin di rumah.&lt;br /&gt;eh, dia sangka gua penipu, akhirnya gua dipanggilin polisi,&lt;br /&gt;dan disekap di penjara, bukan sehari, atau sebulan,&lt;br /&gt;tapi selama lamanya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112129955396280889?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112129955396280889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112129955396280889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112129955396280889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112129955396280889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/petualangan-si-kabul-mencari-jamba.html' title='Petualangan si Kabul mencari Jamba Juice'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112115761443363036</id><published>2005-07-12T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T01:42:47.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Flowers - Be Happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/Rubal-FriendshipFeelings001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/Rubal-FriendshipFeelings001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From Flowers, be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many! Flowers - there's so many.&lt;br /&gt;One for me, and one for you,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God, still so many left in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many! Flowers - there's so many.&lt;br /&gt;would you bring one to the cute little girl?&lt;br /&gt;and would you bring one to the next girl too,&lt;br /&gt;the one who sits in the wheelchair?&lt;br /&gt;One for each of the girls,&lt;br /&gt;and thanks God, still so many left in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many! Flowers - there's so many.&lt;br /&gt;Teach me wisdoms, grandma, grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you each a flower.&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to sing, mama.&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you a flower.&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to be strong, papa.&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you a flower.&lt;br /&gt;Brothers, sisters, hug me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you each a flower.&lt;br /&gt;Flowers for all the familiars,&lt;br /&gt;and thanks God, still so many left in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many! Flowers - there's so many.&lt;br /&gt;Would you go with me to the bazaar,&lt;br /&gt;to give flowers to happy couples?&lt;br /&gt;or should we go to the shelter,&lt;br /&gt;to give flowers to homeless couples?&lt;br /&gt;Flowers for all of the couples,&lt;br /&gt;and thanks God, still so many left in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many! Flowers - there's so many.&lt;br /&gt;Lets give each our friends one,&lt;br /&gt;and why don't we also give some&lt;br /&gt;to the we-dont-know ones?&lt;br /&gt;Yet thanks to God,&lt;br /&gt;still so many flowers left.&lt;br /&gt;So shall we go get the we-don't-want-one,&lt;br /&gt;and give ‘em flowers too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many! Flowers - there's so many.&lt;br /&gt;why do we have so many flowers,&lt;br /&gt;yet not so much love? - instead,&lt;br /&gt;hate in plenty? Tears in plenty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers, oh flowers,&lt;br /&gt;help us to love each-other more.&lt;br /&gt;If possible flowerever,&lt;br /&gt;or at least until we say goodbye to each-other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many! Flowers - there's so many.&lt;br /&gt;Enough for all beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, smile brothers and sisters!&lt;br /&gt;For each smiling face would be given a flower.&lt;br /&gt;not from me. not from him nor her.&lt;br /&gt;but from Above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112115761443363036?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112115761443363036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112115761443363036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112115761443363036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112115761443363036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/from-flowers-be-happy.html' title='From Flowers - Be Happy!'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112115725989327407</id><published>2005-07-12T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T01:38:07.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twigs and branches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/kareki1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/kareki1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one grayish day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;when big convoy of wind was&lt;br /&gt;passing by,&lt;br /&gt;the sky was calling me,&lt;br /&gt;rain-drops knocking my window&lt;br /&gt;lurring me to look at above,&lt;br /&gt;and when I turned my head up.&lt;br /&gt;I saw twigs and branches,&lt;br /&gt;and behind it&lt;br /&gt;was the vast kingdom of sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112115725989327407?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112115725989327407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112115725989327407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112115725989327407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112115725989327407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/twigs-and-branches.html' title='twigs and branches'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112115700876621332</id><published>2005-07-12T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T01:30:08.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dongeng taman bunga</title><content type='html'>di tengah buaian gerimis,&lt;br /&gt;kulihat kamu dan temanmu&lt;br /&gt;ditengah pengharapan mencari bunga.&lt;br /&gt;sambil memandang, kubertanya dalam hatiku&lt;br /&gt;ada kenangan apa dibalik muka lesumu?&lt;br /&gt;akankah sekuntum bunga mewarnai harimu?&lt;br /&gt;memberikan sedikit senyum pada lesumu?&lt;br /&gt;namun nyatanya, kudiam saja.&lt;br /&gt;bungapun tak kuberikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di waktu lain, hari itu keluh-kesah menemaniku;&lt;br /&gt;kau dan temanmu masih disana.&lt;br /&gt;kubertanya dalam hatiku&lt;br /&gt;kenapa kamu masih disana mencari bunga,&lt;br /&gt;tak mengertikan kamu tentang dunia,&lt;br /&gt;namun nyatanya, kudiam saja,&lt;br /&gt;menatap kosong akan pencarianmu,&lt;br /&gt;meninggalkanmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saat hari itu kubersuka ria;&lt;br /&gt;kujuga melihatmu dan kawanmu.&lt;br /&gt;kamu masih mencari bunga disana.&lt;br /&gt;karena sedang bahagia, kuberi kau bunga berwarna.&lt;br /&gt;kau memberi senyum kecil, dan pergi begitu saja,&lt;br /&gt;saat kutanya temanmu, dia berkata kalau kau pergi&lt;br /&gt;mencari bunga di taman sebelah.&lt;br /&gt;kumelihat kau pergi, dan meninggalkanmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saat kusedang melamun,&lt;br /&gt;kumemirkanmu dan kawanmu,&lt;br /&gt;kenapa kau terus mencari bunga?&lt;br /&gt;apa arti bunga dalam hidupmu?&lt;br /&gt;dalam membawa tanya, kumencarimu di taman.&lt;br /&gt;kulihat kau disana, mencari bunga,&lt;br /&gt;saat kutanyakan, kau malah bertanya apakah&lt;br /&gt;aku mau memberi bunga,&lt;br /&gt;saat kuberi kau bunga, kau pergi ke taman sebelah.&lt;br /&gt;dengan penuh tanya, kukejar, dan kau semakin menjauh.&lt;br /&gt;kuberlari lebih kencang, dan kau semakin jauh.&lt;br /&gt;kuberteriak, teriak, dan kau menoleh,&lt;br /&gt;bertanya kalau aku masih punya bunga.&lt;br /&gt;kubilang kutak punya, dan kau berkata&lt;br /&gt;kalau sehelai rambutku bisa berubah menjadi bunga&lt;br /&gt;bila ditetesi air mataku,&lt;br /&gt;makaku mencoba, dan benar adanya.&lt;br /&gt;kuberi kau bunga dari rambutku.&lt;br /&gt;tapi kau tak pernah puas dan tetap berkata sama&lt;br /&gt;bertanya apakah aku mempunya bunga.&lt;br /&gt;setelah sekian lama, habis sudah rambutku.&lt;br /&gt;dan ketika kau tetap bertanya,&lt;br /&gt;kuterdiam saja, dan kaupun semakin menjauh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuputus asa, dan merasa sedih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan saat kumenangis, seseorang lewat dan memberiku bunga.&lt;br /&gt;sesaat kuberhenti menangis dan tertawa,&lt;br /&gt;namun ketika sedihku hilang, begitu juga bunga itu lenyap.&lt;br /&gt;sejak saat itu, bunga bunga darinya selalu berdatangan ketika kusedih.&lt;br /&gt;kubertanya tanya apakah yang terjadi,&lt;br /&gt;tapi ku tetap tak mengerti.&lt;br /&gt;sesaat ku menunggu bunga bunga itu datang,&lt;br /&gt;dan kubuat-buat rasa sedihku, supaya dia datang membawa&lt;br /&gt;bunga untuk menghilangkan resahku.&lt;br /&gt;sampai ketika dia berkata, kalau-kalau dia telah memberi&lt;br /&gt;semua bunga yang dia punya.&lt;br /&gt;maka kuberkata&lt;br /&gt;kalau sehelai rambutnya bisa berubah menjadi bunga&lt;br /&gt;bila ditetesi air matanya,&lt;br /&gt;dia melakukan yang sama, dan memberiku bunga dari rambutnya&lt;br /&gt;sampai pada akhirnya dia kehabisan rambutnya,&lt;br /&gt;dan akupun meninggalkannya, tuk mencari orang orang&lt;br /&gt;yang mempunyai bunga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sering kumerasa kusudah mengerti,&lt;br /&gt;nyatanya aku masih hijau dalam pahit manisnya dunia.&lt;br /&gt;dear ... forgive me for what I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112115700876621332?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/feeds/112115700876621332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14413331&amp;postID=112115700876621332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112115700876621332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14413331/posts/default/112115700876621332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabut-teh.blogspot.com/2005/07/dongeng-taman-bunga.html' title='dongeng taman bunga'/><author><name>wawa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12663191151249590373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14413331.post-112115460955177015</id><published>2005-07-12T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T02:18:25.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Siapakah aku?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/1600/Red%20-%20Rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4273/1303/320/Red%20-%20Rain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entah sejak kapan&lt;br /&gt;nafasku menjadi biru&lt;br /&gt;gelembung gelembung biru keluar dari mulut&lt;br /&gt;dan hidungku..&lt;br /&gt;sekian kuterdiam merenungi, mencari tahu&lt;br /&gt;kemana mereka pergi&lt;br /&gt;sebagian meletus&lt;br /&gt;sebagian terbang lewat celah jendela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entah sejak kapan&lt;br /&gt;dinding dinding kamar menjadi kabur&lt;br /&gt;kucoba dekati, dan mereka lenyap&lt;br /&gt;sekitarku gelap dan kosong,&lt;br /&gt;hanya ada aku dan kursi merahku&lt;br /&gt;dan sebuah lampu meja kecil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entah sejak kapan&lt;br /&gt;diriku menjadi kabur...&lt;br /&gt;kucoba rasakan kulit dan dagingku&lt;br /&gt;tapi mereka tak ada ...&lt;br /&gt;yang ada hanyalah nyawaku ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entah sejak kapan&lt;br /&gt;nyawa itu kini berada di tubuh manusia ini&lt;br /&gt;bersama hembusan nafas ini,&lt;br /&gt;bersama denyutan nadi ini,&lt;br /&gt;hidup sebagai insan ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insan yang termenung dan bingung.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14413331-112115460955177015?l=kabut-teh.blogspot.com' alt='' 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