tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-217152412024-03-14T15:32:50.313+07:00Lalita - Beautiful Converging PathsWhen every day seems the same, it is because we have stopped noticing the good things that appear in our lives (The Alchemist)tere616.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08338176884725803925noreply@blogger.comBlogger394125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21715241.post-82555291524234242432014-09-14T08:56:00.000+07:002014-09-14T09:02:47.743+07:00A Note<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So, this is it,</div>
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Finally we reach at the final stage of our journey. </div>
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What is left now is only a memory of life, a journey to find
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There is no sorrow nor anger, in contrary, there is only
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Now it’s about the time for us to choose our own path. An endless path where infinity is the answer.</div>
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So, this is it, I guess.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As the waves picked footprints on the beach and take him
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So, this is it, time to say our final adieu to our journey.</div>
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Good bye …….<o:p></o:p></div>
tere616.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08338176884725803925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21715241.post-73068389841181815972014-05-18T19:45:00.000+07:002014-05-18T19:53:54.179+07:00What's Your Primary Mood Color ?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You are an attention seeker, and you love to be the center of things. You've learned how to entertain people well.<br />
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Something bothering me about attention seeker, you could not get 100% precise result, could you ?<br />
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tere616.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08338176884725803925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21715241.post-64524147692317224092014-05-14T00:34:00.001+07:002014-05-14T00:34:11.022+07:00Dignity and Hope<div class="MsoNormal">
<i><span style="color: #cccccc;">It’s easy to feel I hopeful on a beautiful day like today,
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all alone, and that’s when hope is needed most, no matter how buried it gets,
or how lost you feel, you must promise me, that you will hold on to hope. Keep
it alive, we have to be greater than what we suffer. My wish for you, is to
become hope, people need that, and even if we fail, what better way is there to
live. As we look around here today, and all the people who helped make us who
we are, I know it feels like we’re saying goodbye, but we will carry a piece of
each other, into everything we do next, to remind us who we are, and if we’re
meant to be. I’ve had a great four years with you, I’ll miss you very much.</span> </i>- Gwen's speech at Amazing Spiderman 2<o:p></o:p></div>
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Somebody once said that writing can be one of the tools to mend the wound. But apparently in my case, it did not work, I could not choose the right words, the emotion, the wound suddenly come to the surface, even millions of memories suddenly lined up in the back, waiting to reveal it self, once I start my first sentence.</div>
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And suddenly I realized that actually I deceive myself, I did not allow myself to experience the pain, instead I buried all the feeling somewhere in the dark, in the corner, where only the Prince of Darkness could find it.</div>
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Only this time, I will not budge, not for a minute, I will deal with it, despite the pain took my whole energy.</div>
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As Gwen's said in her graduation speech, I have had great years with you and it's about the time to still hold on to hope. No matter how abstract the hope itself.</div>
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tere616.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08338176884725803925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21715241.post-30853518343570096602014-03-13T22:41:00.002+07:002014-03-13T22:41:17.496+07:00A letter to myself<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
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It is good to see you finally could make peace with
yourself, by accepting the fact that you could not live with the past that you
need to give yourself a chance to open yourself to embrace the happiness.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I know that you are still afraid if somebody open their
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But please trust me, not all people out there is a bad
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Myself, you have the right to enjoy your life, you still
have the right to be happy, still have the right to get the affection of the
person who really loves you. Thus, do not close your door yet, let it open, until
one day you have to close it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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At peace with yourself does not mean dismissed the
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So myself, do not give up, ask God’s help to guide you.
Wish one day, I could see your lovely smile and laugh again.</div>
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tere616.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08338176884725803925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21715241.post-53732847495358282092014-03-12T22:43:00.002+07:002014-03-12T22:43:12.279+07:00Genie's lamp - 3 Wishes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Underneath your blackest emotions,<br />
Far above your brightest wishes,<br />
Stands a world for you to hold.<br />
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If God gave me those kind of magic lamp, what am going to
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Nothing is more joyful than to see my two daughters succeed
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The second wishes is Health. If God will grant me His beautiful
love, I will ask Him that when the time comes, I want to die peacefully without
having to go through a prolonged illness. Only that simple request, nothing
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And the last one is Wealth. There are no words that can
describe the criteria of riches. Every human being has their own definition of
wealth. Well, I don’t ask to become a millionaire, I just ask God to give me the
capability to finance myself and my two beautiful daughters.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A wishes without extra wishes …..<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />tere616.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08338176884725803925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21715241.post-71490296952624660822014-03-12T16:29:00.001+07:002014-03-12T21:21:56.789+07:00What Animal Were You In a Past Life ?<div id="blogthings_result">
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tere616.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08338176884725803925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21715241.post-66517105387538376852014-03-11T21:06:00.002+07:002014-03-16T19:57:04.929+07:00The Journey Start Here <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Life is full of new beginning <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Some time ago, when I was at Aksara Book Store - Plaza Indonesia,
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">A book that reminds me to get back to my
passion - writing. The passion which in the past is the purpose of my life, the
passion that for some reason need to be left behind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">And the passion that finally let me write
a blog several years ago, a blog that for some reason, need to be abandon for a
while.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">So, this is it, this is the time to start
my own nutshell like before, a place where I can share my thought, a place
where I can leave my trail.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Thank you so much for my BFF dearest
sister, Fransiska Orris-Beding, who introduced me to this beautiful blog - <a href="http://ayeartoinspire.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">AYear To Inspire</a> - that inspired me to write again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
tere616.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08338176884725803925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21715241.post-57682161166097559572014-02-23T23:15:00.000+07:002014-02-23T23:15:01.190+07:00Another Quiz - My Birthday Predicts<div id="blogthings_result">
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You are a quiet person - often lost in your own thoughts. Others find you completely mysterious. You have so much fun in thinking, dreaming, and planning. You hardly have time for friends.<br />
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I have gone through a lot of difficulties in my life recently, some still going on and some of it I am able to manage it. I know how hard it is to overcome the difficulties, to stay sober and not to let myself drown in sorrow.<br />
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Maybe it is a cliche but I may say that sometimes or if I may say most of the time, just by letting myself in silence and listened to God's voice, it the best medicine for the pain.<br />
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The message can be through anything, and words is one of the thousand God's way. Through the beautiful words is how I felt God deliver His message.<br />
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It takes strength to fit in,</div>
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It takes courage to stand out.</div>
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It takes strength to feel a friend's pain,</div>
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It takes strength to stand guard,</div>
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It takes courage to let down your guard.</div>
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It takes strength to conquer,</div>
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It takes courage to surrender.</div>
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It takes strength to endure abuses,</div>
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It takes courage to stop them.</div>
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It takes strength to stand alone,</div>
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It takes courage to lean on friend.</div>
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It takes strength to love,</div>
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It takes courage to be loved.</div>
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It takes strength to survive.</div>
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It takes courage to live. </div>
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tere616.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08338176884725803925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21715241.post-83594398587428799042014-01-14T07:28:00.001+07:002014-02-24T08:33:27.261+07:0014 January 2014 - The sounds<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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Sometimes the sounds of motorbike roar, the bird chirp, the crow of roaster, could make my life feel in heaven.<br />
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The privilege that I seldom have.<br />
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tere616.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08338176884725803925noreply@blogger.com0South Jakarta South Jakarta-6.250006 106.792837tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21715241.post-68734329550909133852013-12-31T06:30:00.001+07:002013-12-31T06:30:25.774+07:00The Blessing<div class="MsoNormal">
As is usually during the end of the year, people always
remember the events that happen around them. Some of the events that brought
laughter, some bringing happiness, and some again brings sadness.<o:p></o:p></div>
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For some reason and has been for a long time, I have not
done reflection of the event that occurred in my life for that year.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I just feel that any form of contemplation that does not bring
any changes to my life. All went as before. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Until last Sunday when I went to attend my Sunday mass.<o:p></o:p></div>
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This time I arrived 5 minutes before mass begin. I know the
chance to get parking spot next to impossible. Therefore, when I saw there was an
empty parking lot, I immediately parked my car. <o:p></o:p></div>
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In fact, it is not a place where I used to park my car. The place where I used to park my car located
closer to the church, even the parking attendants was familiar with my habits.
However, as lately my favorite parking lot is always full, so I had to find
alternative spot.<o:p></o:p></div>
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That day, actually my favorite parking lot is empty but
since I do not trust my eyesight, so I decided to park my car in unusual spot.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Then the magical event start …<o:p></o:p></div>
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When I want to go out from the car, suddenly I noticed that
the parking attendants was standing next to my car. Waiting I’m finishing
grabbing my bag, change my shoes, before finally open the door. He greet me
with his big smile.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was floored.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Then when I am in hurry, walking to the church, I passed by
with the parking attendants who knew my habit. I told him that I didn’t see the
empty space but instead of saying his disappointment, he held out his hand and
saying merry Christmas.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I glued. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I must to cross the road but somehow none of the vehicles
that are willing to stop and let me across the road. Until suddenly the
vehicles stop and out in the middle, I saw a guard giving his signage for me to
cross the road.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was amazed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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…. The magical moment that happened to me on Sunday evening,
made me realize that in the midst of chasing the deadline at work place, or
taking care of our children or do our household chores, we or I may say myself,
rarely put a pause and count the blessing that we had on that day.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The magical lesson that I got on that day is a simple one,
no glamorous with beautiful card nor beautiful poem inside things, it is just a
smile, a shake hand, and a helping hand. <o:p></o:p></div>
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That moment actually is a reminder from God that my life is
not as hard as I thought and He’s with me through his magical events. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The healing was not instantaneous but for some reason able
to make me feel not being left out.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So what is 2013 meant for me? Year full with glory? Or Year
full with suffering?<o:p></o:p></div>
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As I said before, I never take time to contemplate, I am the person who believes that every year, there is no year full with glory or suffering. There is no black or
white in life. Every single things in world has their pairing.<o:p></o:p></div>
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One thing that I know, am blessed.<o:p></o:p></div>
tere616.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08338176884725803925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21715241.post-81097116253594936532013-12-24T06:23:00.000+07:002013-12-24T06:23:03.627+07:00The Grief<div style="background: white; line-height: 16.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;">
“As you approach the holidays, remember: grief is both
a necessity and a privilege. It comes as a result of giving and receiving love.
Don’t let anyone take your grief away. Love yourself. Be patient with yourself.
And allow yourself to be surrounded by loving, caring people.” - Dr. Alan Wolfelt, Center for Loss and
Transition<o:p></o:p></div>
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Today, I am supposed working on my deck, prepare myself for
another important meeting which apparently in 24 December evening. But instead of revising my deck, I just doing
my old habit, blog walking. And suddenly, I came to <a href="http://www.eleanorvincent.com/2013/12/">http://www.eleanorvincent.com/2013/12/</a>
and read that quote.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It took me a while to digest the quote before finally
surfacing sense of loss.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Somebody says to me, it’s only a mind’s game, to accept the
things that you can’t change. Easy isn’t it? Yes it is easy, if it is related
to accept the situations in the corporation world – even though I always fell
no matter how hard I try. Maybe because most of the time my emotion still took
the major part of those mind game process.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I don’t know the answer yet, if the ‘mind’s game’ can easily
wound the feeling of the losses. One
thing that I know that our mind is our master of everything. But it is not just as simple as that. <o:p></o:p></div>
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In a sense of accepting the fact that we have lost our loves
one, yes our mind is the master, but we are human, were we could feel the pain,
the happiness which comes into our lives. We are not robot, where every single
movement directed by the machine aka the mind, where the pain, the happiness is
not part of their functionality. We are
not animal either, even though they could feel the pain, the happiness which not
as much as human.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I tend to agree with the quotes, grief is both a necessity
and privilege. It comes as a result of giving and receiving love. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Letting your loves one go and know that the person will not
come back again, is really hurts. The grief for me is the cure for the sadness,
the moment in accepting the fact that the person is gone, the moment to
remember all the sweetest thing when that person still be with you. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It is a privilege since it is only ourselves that have the
feeling that in addition to all the memories of that person. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And when holidays come like today, is the hardest part,
especially in accepting the fact that all those memories is real not a dream.<o:p></o:p></div>
tere616.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08338176884725803925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21715241.post-26802065200183585392013-11-23T16:07:00.004+07:002013-11-24T13:03:17.642+07:00My Whitey<div class="MsoNormal">
It’s been quite a long time since my last post. I don’t know
why, but one thing that I know, I can’t write. Not because I don’t want it, I
just stuck in the middle of nowhere, no matter how hard I try, it’s always end
up with blank pages.<o:p></o:p></div>
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During my burn out period, laughter and tears, side by side
coloring my life. There are zillions episode pass through my door. Some stays
and leave a mark, some just fade away like morning dew when the sun kiss the
mother earth.<o:p></o:p></div>
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One of those zillion episode which leave a mark is Whitey,
my lovely dong, who is in heaven now, watching and guard me from above.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She came to my life sometimes in 2008, my daughter took her
from a roadside, and to be precise she bought her from somebody who tried to sell
her to anybody.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She was thin, dirty, flea and tick in her body at that time.
She looks so scared and confuse. Even the sounds of news paper scratching could
make her hide. Don’t expect a wagging tail from her, she just cold not. Not to
mention her cataract and dental plaque, which makes her not as the right dog to
choose.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Start on that day, I told myself, I will not abandon her, I
will take care of her until God separates us. <o:p></o:p><br />
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Slowly she changed, from unwanted dog into a dog is admired.
Every time I took her for a walk, every time I see people in awe. She never let me out of her sight, even when I was asleep
she must sleep near me. Her pillow were next to my bed. She always wait for me return from the office. Sitting
behind the front door, wagging her tail, and do her happy dance until I carry
her.</div>
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I remember, one day I had to go out of town, and forgot to
inform her that I won’t be at home for several days, that she must behave when
I was not at home. That night, I got a phone call from my husband, told me that
Whitey still sitting behind the front door, refused to go to our room (she
always sleep in my room). No one could took her inside. She resisted. Until I
told my husband to put me in speaker, told her that I will be away for several
days and she must behave when I’m not at home, then she went to sleep.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She has white fur, with big black eyes and small ears. Her
curly white dense fur was so soft and she was so light when I carry her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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That year and several years after, she’s coloring my life
even though sometimes she made me mad because of her stubbornness. But most of
the time she made me laugh and happy. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I tend to forget her age, I always think that we will grow
older together. I know that the possibility of she will leave me first is
greater than me. But I never taught that day will come so fast.<o:p></o:p></div>
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During her departure day, she has a heart problem, which
made her difficult to breath. Doctor once told me to euthanize her, but once
she look her zest for life, he prevent his intention. <o:p></o:p><br />
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Almost every night in three months, she could not sleep
well, her heart problem made her breath a nightmare. The best time for her to
sleep well is in the morning, and the way she sleep made me afraid. I always
check whether she is still alive during those days.<o:p></o:p></div>
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On the day she departed, after I prepared her food and say
good bye to her, I noticed that she refused to look at me. While in normal
days, she always usher me to the front door when I have to go to the office. I called her but she sat back to me and never took her
glance to me.</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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Since I was in hurry, I did not pay my attention to her weird
behavior. I just run to the office and forgotten her until I got a phone call from my husband told me that Whitey has gone. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I could not believe what I heard and I could not digest the
message of ‘Whitey has gone’. Took several minutes until I realized that Whitey
is no longer with me. Whitey already choose to spend her day with God.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I cried a lot, blame myself of not noticing the signage, of
not say my thank you for her kindness, of not able to bury her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I am not even dare to visit her tomb, I just look through
the distance, and sometimes hallucinate that she will come to me, wagging her
tail, and do her happy dance.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I still feel sad, still cry when I see her picture, but I
know she is safe now, she is not suffering anymore, and she is with God guard
me from above.<o:p></o:p></div>
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…… and when I wrote this, tears still in my eyes …..<o:p></o:p></div>
tere616.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08338176884725803925noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21715241.post-6064994528385599062011-03-20T23:28:00.000+07:002013-11-01T13:56:23.045+07:00For Once In My Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">When you love someone, you love all of them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">You got to love everything about them, not just good things but the bad things too. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The things that you find lovable and the things you don't.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Estelle</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Valentine's Day</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Interesting ….</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">In life, there are two kinds of people, who fight to get their love back and others who just let their loved one go – not because they don’t have the energy to fight back, it is just because they have lost their faith.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">To love someone by love all of them, the good and the bad things, are not easy as what the movie said. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">In life, there are a lot of success stories of how people fight back for their love whilst at the same there a lot of unsuccessful stories of how people finally give up to keep their love. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And still the recipe from the success people no always fit with others, because love is un logical, love is about feeling, love is about people, and love is about God’s plan.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Estelle’s quote is the same like marriage vow in Catholic marriage sacrament. By accepting the good and the bad from our partner it means that we accept God’s plan to us because God had made it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Therefore, when love vanished we must fight it back, fight as hard as we can, and if we still can’t find it – according to the marriage sacrament – we are not allow to run away instead we must live with it because at that time all the forgiveness, all the acceptance of good and bad from our partner will bring love to live again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Several years ago when I was in my pilgrimage trip, I asked the priest of those concept. I remember I asked him if God do not allow separation then why He create the feeling of fall in love ? What is the purpose of God by doing that ?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And the priest told me that to find the answer, we have to ask God through our prayer, because we are human and only God who knows the answer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Yesterday, I watched ‘Fire’ – one of Deepa Mehta film – it’s about how a wife sacrifices her desire just because according to her husband, desire is a sin God’s eye and man. Since that she put her desire at the corner and try not to remember it until her sister in law came to her life. Suddenly she feels alive and fall in love to her sister in law. At the end of the film, she decided to leave her husband because she needs to follow her heart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Comparing Fire and Valentine’s Day .. what is the lesson that I got ? For me love is a mysterious way of how God shows His care to us. We never know why God create those kind of difficulties in keeping the flame of love in the relationship, but one thing that I know for sure, when God let someone feel the joy of love again, it doesn’t mean that God were mean instead at that time God were sending us a gift to feel the beauty of life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">…. My two cents … </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Another thought - For some people, marrying your best friend is a ticket for a happy marriage; because we turn our relationship from someone that we like to someone we love, because we never pretend to be someone else to someone that we like whilst to stranger, it takes time before we become our selves.</span>tere616.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08338176884725803925noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21715241.post-76197029529868188272011-02-15T22:27:00.003+07:002011-02-15T22:33:38.494+07:00A note of Valentine's Day - Dedicated to My Lovely Dogs<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">On the night of February 14, before I went home, one of my team asked me whether I will have my valentine’s dinner with my husband. I just laughed. Not because I forgot that yesterday was special day for lovers but because the first Valentine’s wishes I got was from my senior high school friends. </span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We were busy sending valentine’s e-card through our blackberry to each other, saying thank you for them who always be there for us. Friends where we shared our dream, our love story, and our broken hearted, without boundaries.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Remembering those old days made me smile, those days, valentine’s only for couples, not for friends. Roses, chocolate and pinky Teddy Bear were only for lovers not for friends. But since we were grown up people now, we realized that Valentine’s is for everyone, not only for lovers.</span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valentine's_Day"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Valentine</span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> is </span></span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">an annual commemoration which held on February 14, celebrating love and affection between intimate companions. Valentine’s Day is named after one or more early Christian martyrs, Saint Valentine and was established by Pope Gelasius I in <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>496 AD. It was deleted from the Roman calendar of saints in 1969 by Pope Paul VI. It is traditionally a day on which lovers express their love for each other by presenting flowers, offering confectionery and sending greeting cards (known as ‘valentines’). The day first became associated with romantic love in the circle of Geoffrey Chaucer in the High Middle Ages when the tradition of courtly love flourished. </span></span></div><br />
<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"></span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Therefore because of the history of Valentine’s, in Indonesia, nowadays there are a lot of Moslem people do not celebrate Valentine. They’re prohibited to celebrate Valentine’s.</span></span><br />
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</div><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Well<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>... I don’t want to write my thought about Moslem beliefs in Valentine, in contrary I just want to express my thought of unconditional love of my lovely dogs.</span></span><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Early in the morning before all the wishes flew through blackberry messenger, my two dogs already expressed their love. Their morning kiss, their lovely eyes, their hug, really made me in heaven. </span></span></div><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My Lady, early in the morning, she always greets me like we haven’t met for ages. Crying like a baby if I didn’t carry her. Even though she’s not like Whitey, accompany me wherever I go, but she also has to sit next to me when I’m watching a television. </span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The way they look at me, always make me like in heaven. I can see their love through their eyes, the unconditional love, like no one else in this world deserves their love. Only me – the only person in this world who deserves their love.</span></span><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The worst part is we – human – tend to forget that Valentine’s actually is not only for human being but also for our lovely animal, who give us their conditional love. A friend that never let us go, that always care for us that always accept our selves no matter how worst we are. They always be there.</span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="tab-stops: 342.75pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So, back to one of my team’s question .. I will say that I forgot to say Happy Valentine’s to my lovely dogs and I regret that I haven't prepare Valentine's dinner for them.</span></span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This morning when I heard that </span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.congoo.com/news/2011January31/Clashes-outside-Indonesian-rock-star%22%3EClashes%20outside%20court%20as%20Indonesian%20rock%20star%20is%20jailed%20over%20sex-tape%20scandal%3C/a%3E"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Ariel – Indonesian Rock Star</span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> – will be on trial, I said to myself, well let us make a bet,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>part of me said that the Indonesian court<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>will sentenced him less than the sentenced they gave to the corruptor number one – you know who – . While the other part said to me that I should be rational, the court will sentenced him at least similar with the corruptor even though I doubt it too.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">But since I love Monday was the day where the whole day meeting became the first priority of my calendar, I have forgotten to monitor the verdict through the television at my office, until I read my twitter time line, suddenly I heard the voice of mine,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the voice of the gambler who won the bet, “I won<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>.. I won .. You lose .. You lose ..”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The verdict as predicted by my other personality really reflected of how Indonesia tried to leave behind the status as ‘Sin City”.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">It’s been quite a long time since Indonesia try to built their image as a country where all the porn things to be vanished, where all ‘naked’ things has to be hide somewhere in people’s closet, where free sex is never exist in this country, where the biggest prostitution kampong is a shame.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And they almost claimed their succeed until the famous Indonesia Rock Star personal video of his sexual activities suddenly becomes public consumption. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So can you imagine how shocked they were?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our Indonesian Leader felt like they’ve been slapped accidentally. They couldn’t understand how the Satan can defeat them,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>they felt so envy<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>that the Indonesian rock star have the courage to recorded himself with a woman, something that they dream of and still there are a lot of people be at his side.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Therefore, when the biggest sensational corruptor – the-you-know-who – were on trial, they told the Angel to shine the judges, so- the-you-know-who-will not be in jail for the rest of his life and his family will not be suffer to pay the penalty.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 181.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">But not when the Indonesian Rock Star were on trial, they know that it is their time to shown<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>to all the Satan disciple that Corruptor were better than Porn<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>things, that the-you-know-who were not degrade the moral of the country whilst the Indonesian Rock Star, who recorded his sexual activity for his own and be stolen, not.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 181.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I still don’t understand why The Leader was so naïve that only and through porn, Indonesia will get the status as The Holy City ? Do they know that corruption was the real enemy ? Do they know that corruption were the source of all the disease ? Do they know that we are not blind ? Do they know that people are not stupid ? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: 181.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Me – the Satan Disciple – can only hold my breath, still trying to find answer behind the odd sentenced given to the Indonesian Rock Star. Wondering the morality of our leader if they valued that corruption is much better compare to individual sexual activity lives ?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If the leader in this country thought that they can make Indonesia as The Holy City through vanishing the porn aka individual sexual activity, then they may be has forgotten that they actually lives in Indonesia – The Sin City.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div>tere616.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08338176884725803925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21715241.post-76326694843086662672011-01-23T22:01:00.001+07:002011-01-23T22:03:35.106+07:00Work Hard or Work Smart ?<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Work-Smart,-Not-Hard"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Working smarter, not harder</span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">, is an age-old adage. Once we master the concept then our entire working life will be easier.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Recently I heard people sang the same song to me, “Argh, I have to work long hours, wish I have the luxurious time to go home earlier.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Or other person told me, “ Well, we have to work hard now, there are lots of things that have to be done.” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Me ? I can’t say much, especially since I also have the same problem with them. There are a lot of things on my plate that have to be done. Sometimes at the end of the day, I felt that I just finish my 10K run, exhausted.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Then I remember, long time ago, when I worked at multi-national company, there’s a time when the company suddenly change the culture from working hard to work smart, from spend your time with your co-worker to spend time with the family, get a life-balancing.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Looking back to the old days and compare to the latest situation which happened to my friends, I just wondering why on earth suddenly they told me that they have to work hard now. What happened with the old days ? The competition at that time as tough as today. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Working hard ? Yes, we do work hard as hell as today, nothing changed. The differences only on how we balance our life, on how we work to get things done on time, on how we try to work effectively.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Therefore, back to the people who sang that song, I just noticed that the problem lay down on how they managed their time. Most of the time, they spend their time to attend the meeting, or sometimes they came late to the meeting and instead of focusing the subject to the topic of the meeting, they just discuss the issue which is not in the list. Sometimes I don’t understand for such a small issue they must held a <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>meeting ?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Besides that, I also noticed, that when they arrived at the office, after put their belonging they went down to find something to eat for breakfast, spend at minimum 30 minutes to chit-chat; and instead of going home on time, they just went out just for a little chit-chat or spend their happy hour time before going back again to the office to continue their work.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Hence, they complained that they don’t have enough time to spend with their family. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">According to Wiki, there are 10 steps to follow, but the most important things is on how we make an outline of our task, differentiate it under <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>‘important and critical’ and finally work on it, stick with the list that we have mark on important and critical.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Easy isn’t it ? And because it is so easy, even I am not being able to do that kind of things every day. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not because I don’t know how to do it but merely because I am not discipline myself to follow the 1<sup>st</sup> step, list down my things to do for today.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So, Work Hard or Work Smart ? For me we have to do it both, work smart doesn’t mean that we don’t work hard. In contrary, when we work smart, we work hard to finish the most important and critical things first to be able to work other task done in time.</span></div>tere616.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08338176884725803925noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21715241.post-31780968798925059842010-08-22T17:20:00.000+07:002010-08-22T17:20:58.767+07:00Today's Kids Will Never ExperienceHere are the top 10 things that today’s kids will never experience in 2014 according to Time :<br />
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<a href="http://www.time.com/time/specials/packages/completelist/0,29569,2011482,00.html">Camera Film, Landline Phones, Real Books, Being Lost, Music Videos on MTV, Walkmans, The Glory Days of Nick at Night, Tan M&Ms, Czechoslovakia, Arnold Schwarzenegger – The Terminator. </a><br />
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When I read those list, my first reaction was those kids don’t have to wait until 2014, even today they have not experienced the Camera Film, Walkmans, The Glory Days of Nick at Night. <br />
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Just pick an example of Camera Film, they never experienced how we have to carefully choose to take a picture or how do we have to wait until the film been printed. That for kids, what about the young people, I bet they also never experienced the dark room or the enlarger. They don’t have those kind of luxurious anymore. <br />
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What about walkmans ? I remember when I clean up my old things and I found out my first sonny walkman. I can not forget my little daughter reactions, raising her eyebrows and asked me in her curiosity tone before finally she ran out and called her sister to show her invention of “cave man” things.<br />
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The Glory Days of Nick at night ? Don’t wait until 2014, even today my kids never ever heard of Bewitched – my favorite TV show – or even The Braddy Bunch. I once found those complete series of Braddy Bunch and show it to my little daughter, and as predicted her reaction like “Euw, it’s so 70’s, come on we are not live in cave man period anymore, why should I watch that movie”.<br />
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Do I feel pity for my kids because they never experienced those kinds of things ? Well … not at all, because world is evolving, so do human being. We can not stop the world evolve. We also evolving, compare to our mother, where television evolve from black and white to color. <br />
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What I feel when I read the article was how I miss my childhood and how lucky I am because I have the chance to be part of The Glory Days of Nick at Night or The Tan M&Ms or The Camera Film.<br />
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Just wondering 10 years from now, what kind of things that future kids will never experienced.tere616.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08338176884725803925noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21715241.post-55627667889648396902010-08-22T16:59:00.000+07:002010-08-22T16:59:59.345+07:00The Voice of the Minority<a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_24808279">“Of all our precious freedoms, the most important may be the freedom to worship as we wish… I believe that this is an important test of the separation of church and state as we may see in our lifetime – as important a test – and it is critically important that we get it right.”</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_24808279">“The simple fact is this building is private property, and the owners have a right to use the building as a house of worship. The government has no right whatsoever to deny that right… lost in the heat of the debate has been a basic question – should government attempt to deny private citizens the right to build a house of worship on private property based on their particular religion? That may happen in other countries, but we should never allow it to happen here.”</a><br />
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<a href="http://blogs.reuters.com/faithworld/2010/08/14/did-bloomberg-inspire-obamas-speech-about-nyc-muslim-cultural-centre/">“As a citizen, and as President, I believe that Muslims have the same right to practice their religion as everyone else in this country. And that includes the right to build a place of worship and a community center on private property in Lower Manhattan, in accordance with local laws and ordinances. This is America. And our commitment to religious freedom must be unshakeable.”</a><br />
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When I head Obama speech I was so envy with American people. They have a leader who bravely stand up and speak for the minority religion in America, even though his speech could decrease his popularity among the Americans.<br />
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I can not imagine the same situation will happen in Indonesia, where our President stand up and speak for the minority religion in Indonesia – in this case not Moslem but Christian, Budha, Hindu and the non-believers.<br />
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But when I read the protest of the American people regarding Obama endorsed allowing a mosque near ground zero, suddenly I felt pity to moslem people in America.<br />
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Live in a country where the majority is Islam and experienced the difficulties as Moslem people in America when it comes to space for pray, I can imagine their feeling, their frustration.<br />
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As a Catholic in Indonesia, we can not build the church if the neighborhood did not give us the permission even though we own the land. After the church bombing several years before, our Christmas and Easter mass always guarded with “Pemuda Ansor” – Nahdlatul Ulama “, where they give us protection from other Islam fanatical do their protest.<br />
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I know how it feels when every eye stares at me just because I am wearing a short and tank top for my jogging. Not to mention the cocktail gown, I feel like I am a bitch.<br />
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Therefore, when I read the news of the protesters in NY City, I said to myself, so this it, wherever you go, if you are minority, you will get the same treatment.<br />
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That kind of attitude will end only if every human being realizes that there is a lot of religion out there and it is the right of every human being to choose their religion which fit with their needs.tere616.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08338176884725803925noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21715241.post-34634043438738923552010-01-12T06:40:00.001+07:002010-01-12T06:43:19.978+07:00New Life<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Taking interesting picture every day”, that was the email I receive from my past self. I wrote those statement 3 years ago when I decided to quit from corporation world. I didn’t remember clearly the reason I wrote that statement but one thing that I know, I love photography as much as I love to write as much I love to read.<br /><br />My 1st acquaintance with photography starts when I was in elementary school. My belated dad introduced me with Henri Cartier Bresson photo. I remember he told me the story of Henri Cartier Bresson, of how powerful a photo itself, about the moment capture through the snapshot.<br /><br />Start from that day, I was so obsessed with a snapshot aka street photography. I told myself, that one day I will be able to take a picture like Henri Cartier Bresson.<br /><br />Why Snapshot and why it should be snapshot ? Because snapshot is a photo that is taken in a short moment of opportunity, you don’t have a chance to re-take the moment, once the moment gone then you lose it.<br /><br />After longing for so many years, finally 1,5 years after my beloved dad passed away, I decided to learn about photography seriously.<br /><br />Therefore, 2 months ago, I enrolled to a photography course; have new friends, seriously taking picture ... can't say much only "What a new life !"<br /><br />A new life where finally I feel that I’m on the right track, like am entering my dream world, where there’s no word, only the moment itself. I feel like am in heaven every time I view life from the viewfinder of my camera, no one can stop me.<br /><br />A life that there’s no sound at all, all silence only the fragment of life, where I can’t freeze the time nor rewind the life. It’s now or never.<br /><br />Like Henri Cartier Bresson said “Life is once ... Forever”<br /></span><br /></span>tere616.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08338176884725803925noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21715241.post-24094635254610629012009-11-24T06:35:00.006+07:002009-11-24T12:29:51.681+07:00Religion ? .. Do we need that ?<span style="font-family:times a new roman;"><br /><span style="font-family:times a new roman;"><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"><em>.. However, if we think deeply, religious faith and the concepts of love, compassion, kindness and forgiveness are essentially different. According to Buddhism, when a child is born, he or she has no ideology or religious faith. In a way, we can say that at that time the child is free from any ideology or religious faith. But during that time, the child’s appreciation of and need for human affection is very strong. Without parental affection the child cannot survive. However, the child can survive without religious faith …<br /><br />…Love, compassion and a sense of forgiveness are, I believe, part of human nature. Faith develops later. With faith one can have a happy life, but without a sense of caring, commitment or responsibility, we cannot be happy or successful ...<br /><br />Live in a Better Way<br />Dalai Lama</em></span></div></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Reading this book really answer my question of faith, religion and human being. I have been asking the same question of the relation between faiths aka religion and the concept of love, compassion, kindness and forgiveness.<br /><br />By looking into the war in Pakistan, Iraq, Israel, Palestina or even the Bali Bombing and Marriot Bombing in Indonesia, where all the idea of that war is based on faith, I wonder whether the cause of that chaos is the concept of the religion itself or the understanding of the disciple of that religion or the human itself.<br /><br />For such a long time ago, I believe that religion is not all the basis to become a better person, a person who has the compassion, kindness and forgiveness. All of those three come from within ourselves and that is something that we carry on since we came into this world.<br /><br />Like Dalai Lama stated in his book “Live in a Better Way”, even an animal have the concept of love even though their understanding is very limited, but at least it shows that to know the concept of love we don’t need a religion.<br /><br />The concept of love, kindness and forgiveness comes from our parents, who introduce the concept, who grow and give meaning to the concept to us when we were a baby.<br /><br />If that concept comes from religion, then there will be no war, there will be no fight, there will be no terrorism, none, zero. Religion doesn’t have that such kind of terms.<br /><br />Therefore, religion itself, for me, is like a brake, a stopper, when the angry, the un-forgiveness, come to the surface to replace all the good things of our selves. It depends on us, whether we would like to use the brake or we just run through it.<br /><br />As Dalai Lama stated in his book, faith or religion, is an addition for us, a human being, to have a happy life, because we let ourselves be friends with us, because we let ourselves enrich our inner self through our compassionate things to others.<br /><br />So, in that case, do we need religion ?<br /><br />Well, in my case, I still need God, because I’ve met Him several times through His mystifying way and I need religion as my vehicle to meet my creator. </span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:times a new roman;"></span>tere616.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08338176884725803925noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21715241.post-59038803706128841372009-11-20T21:33:00.000+07:002009-11-20T21:35:29.757+07:00Circle of the Past<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It’s been quite a long time since my last posting. I just felt that I can’t write even though I have a lot of things that I want to put it into words. It seems that it is easier to up date my facebook status instead of share my thought through writing.<br /><br />During my hiatus period, something strange happened to me, God suddenly sent my old friends from the past to reach me, through His mystifying way, that remind me of my past dream.<br /><br />So, in my hiatus period, I read a lot of book, I watched people through different lens; I studied everyday life with different angle, and put all of it into words.<br /><br />I’m not finish yet, but finally I have started it and this time I have made my choice, I won’t let it go, I won’t burry it, I want to rekindle my dream. I want to give a meaning to myself, to my own life. So, one day, when I have a chance to look back at my world, I will remember it with smile.<br /><br />Long time a go when I was in college, I was dreaming to be a journalist and at that time I became a stringer journalist. As I’ve stated several times, I think that period was the best time of my career at the corporation world.<br /><br />So, when I have to make a choice to bury and forgotten my dream to be a journalist based on a silly reason, a reason that I also never regret it – since it was my choice – I’ve decided that someday I’ve to find my way back to my dream.<br /><br />In reality, I’ve never forgotten my dream; I always bring back the memory of that beautiful dream to the surface.<br /><br />Therefore, when out of nowhere God told me “Here, I show you the way” suddenly my circle of the past came and embrace me.<br /><br />Circle of the Past, where years ago, I used to live. Circle of the Past, where words are my life. Circle of the Past where the imagination, the black and white color is my friends. Circle of the Past when every single moment has their own story.<br /><br />Well, I’m still working to make my dream come true, but I think I’m on the right track, back to the old time, where words, people’s faces, culture, life, are my friends.</span></span>tere616.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08338176884725803925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21715241.post-69520725140347837252009-10-09T11:41:00.001+07:002009-10-09T11:44:08.519+07:00Friday Quiz from Blogthings<table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center"><tbody><tr><td align="middle" style="color:#eeeeee;"><br /><span style="color:black;"><br /><strong>Deep Down You Are Sensitive</strong><br /></span></td></tr><br /><tr><td bgcolor="#ffffff"><br /><center><img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theeyetest/eye-6.png" width="100" height="100" /></center><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><br />You're the type of person who notices everything and forgets nothing. You are very in tune with the world.<br />You feel deeply, and sometimes the silliest things can effect you. You are easily brought to laughter or tears.<br />You don't show the world how fragile you are. You instead show people how insightful you can be.<br />You are good at anticipating what's going to happen in your life. You are often the first one to see what's coming.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://blogthings.com/theeyetest/">The Eye Test</a></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/">Work is Hard. Time for Blogthings!</a></div>tere616.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08338176884725803925noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21715241.post-68919172396399382822009-09-01T20:57:00.005+07:002009-09-02T07:43:14.352+07:00A Secret<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">If we know each other’s secret. What comforts we should find.<br />John Churton Collins</span></div><br /><br /><br />We always thought that our secret is “ours” but in fact we forgot that others also can read our body language, our tone of voice, our smile, our sadness.<br /><br />And that time, their experience of the past, will tell them what the secret is.<br /><br />No matter how hard we try to hide the secret, sooner or later, the secret will come to the surface like an open book.<br /><br />And that time, the soul of a secret vanished.<br /><br />We never realized the pain that we bear when we tried to keep that secret to be a secret. We always put reason for the realization of suffering that we try to avoid.<br /><br />Therefore, when somebody asked me, when is the right time to unlock a secret ?<br /><br />Then I remembered my answer to that question, “When you are ready to take the consequences of that secret in your life.”<br /><br />… That day, that secret is still a secret, since no one can read their body language, their tone of voice, their smile, their look at each other … </span></span>tere616.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08338176884725803925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21715241.post-51258477420854040712009-08-27T22:57:00.001+07:002009-08-27T23:06:23.870+07:00The Meaning of Word<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Have we ever thought how powerful the meaning of a word ? I bet, we have. But have we ever thought that it can be meaningless ? I bet, we haven’t.<br /><br />In the dictionary world, every word has a meaning. Whilst in the real world, not every word has a meaning. Some of the word is meaningless, especially when that word is just a noun. But for some word when it is an adjective, the meaning is beyond our imagination.<br /><br />For example if you read or hear somebody says “beautiful or pretty”, I bet the meaning were stronger compare to “door or window”.<br /><br />A door or a window, it is just a door; yes it can be stronger when you add another word. But still, a door is still a door; a window is still a window. The imagination, the feeling that you have when you read or hear that word is nothing.<br /><br />Compare to beautiful or pretty or handsome, the imagination, the feeling that you have will go somewhere else, dig deep into your memory, and bring your pain or lovely memory of that word to the surface.<br /><br />But even though we know how strong the meaning of some word is, we tend to forget to use it in the right way, or with the right tone or to whom we should addressing that word. Especially when our ego is stronger than our mind, intentionally we use the word that we know that it will hurt somebody. And we conceal that “intentionally” with several reasons just to make our self in the right side.<br /><br />Yesterday, I watched my Criminal Minds DVD’s series, and one of the movie was about a wife killed her husband, just because her husband </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychological_abuse"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Psychological abuse </span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">her by using the word that he knew will hurt his wife and finally make his wife lost her trust to herself.<br /><br />How often that we intentionally use the word that we know that it will hurt somebody ? Well, maybe it is countless since we always tell ourselves that it is unintentionally while the reality is intentionally.<br /><br />How often that we realize that we have hurt our children, our partner, our husband or wife, our love one, because of our “unintentionally” word ? How often we realize that we have sliced that person slowly ?<br /><br />I bet, we never realize, because our ego was bigger than our mind </span><br /></span>tere616.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08338176884725803925noreply@blogger.com1