Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Hachiko - A Loyal Dog

Hachiko

Each year on April 8th at a solemn ceremony in Tokyo's Shibuya railroad station, hundreds of dog lovers do homage to the loyalty and devotion of an Akita dog, Hachiko, faithful pet of Dr. Eisaburo Ueno, a professor at Tokyo University.

Hachiko was born in Odate, Japan in November 1923, a white male Akita dog. At the age of two months, he was sent to the home of Professor Ueno of the Agricultural Department of the Tokyo University. The professor's home was in the Shibuya district of Tokyo. The professor commuted to the agricultural department in Komaba and the agricultural experimental station in Nishihara.

Tragedy struck on May 21, 1925, when Dr. Ueno did not return because he had suffered a stroke and died at the university. Hachiko was eighteen months old. The next day and for the next nine years, Hachiko returned to the station and waited for his beloved master before walking home, alone. Nothing and no one could discourage Hachiko from maintaining his nightly vigil. It was not until he followed his master in death, in March l934, that Hachiko failed to appear in his place at the railroad station.

Hachiko was sent to homes of relatives or friends, but he always continued to await his master, who was never to return, at the train station.

The fidelity of Hachiko was known throughout Japan, owing to an article, "Faithful Old Dog Awaits Return of Master Dead for Seven Years" in the October 4, 1933 issue of Aashi Shinbun (Asahi News). Upon his death, newspaper stories led to the suggestion that a statue be erected in the station. Contributions the from the United States and other countries were received. Today, the statue of the Akita, Hachiko, pays silent tribute to the breed's faithfulness and loyalty. A bronze statue of Hachiko was put up at his waiting spot outside the Shibuya railroad station, which is now probably the most popular rendezvous point in Shibuya. Hachiko was mounted and stuffed and is on now on display at the Tokyo Museum of Art.

Facing The Failure

"People are always blaming their circumstances for what they are. I don't believe in circumstances. The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and, if they can't find them, make them". George Bernard Shaw

Pepatah bijak mengatakan bahwa kegagalan adalah proses belajar yang harus dilalui. Tanpa adanya kegagalan, yang namanya keberhasilan tidak akan pernah diketemukan. Thomas Alfa Edison adalah contoh yang nyata. Setelah ribuan kali mengalami kegagalan untuk menemukan listrik, akhirnya beliau berhasil. Pemenang sejati adalah pemenang yang mampu mentoleransi kegagalan yang dialami serta berjuang untuk meraih keberhasilan dan bukannya menyerah pada keadaan. Disamping itu, keberhasilan akan diraih jika seseorang berani mengambil resiko dan tidak takut akan kehilangan / kegagalan. "Failures are divided into two classes - those who thought and never did, and those who did and never thought" John Charles Salak.

MENGHADAPI KEGAGALAN

Sadarilah bahwa :

1. Kegagalan adalah suatu proses pembelajaran. Seyogianya, reaksi yang timbul dikala gagal, bukanlah menyalahkan orang - orang lain tetapi adalah diri sendiri melalui introspeksi. Metode ini, akan menimbulkan :

Keinginan yang mendalam untuk mengetahui "mengapa" kegagalan ini terjadi. Setelah diketahui penyebabnya maka dicari solusi agar kegagalan ini tidak sampai terjadi lagi. "It is wise to keep in mind that no success or failure is necessarily final" Anonymous

Standard baku sebagai acuan dasar agar dimasa mendatang, kegagalan bisa diminimalkan atau tidak sampai terjadi lagi. "In order to succeed, you must first be willing to fail" Anonymous

Sukses sebagai hasil dari mau / berani menghadapi kegagalan dengan analisa / evaluasi dan memperbaikinya. "Success is not permanent. The same is also true of failure" Dell Crossword

Secara tidak langsung, kegagalan juga mengajarkan kepada kita bahwa jalur yang dilalui adalah jalur yang salah. Semua, tergantung kepada diri kita, mau menyerah atau maju terus. Jika menyerah berarti sampai kapanpun juga yang namanya keberhasilan "hanya" akan merupakan angan - angan tidak akan pernah ter - realisirkan. "Yesterday's failures are today's seeds. That must be diligently planted to be able to abundantly harvest Tomorrow's success" Anonymous

2. Kegagalan adalah salah satu langkah menuju kesuksesan. Tanpa dialaminya kegagalan, seseorang akan sulit untuk menentukan langkah selanjutnya. Dengan adanya kegagalan, seseorang akan tahu pasti bahwa jalur ini dibenarkan sedangkan jalur itu tidak dibenarkan (karena telah pernah gagal). Apakah suatu kegagalan akan selalu berkonotasi negatif atau tidak, sangatlah ditentukan oleh sikap kita dikala menghadapinya. Jika dihadapi dengan sikap potitif maka konotasinya akan menjadi positif karena adanya perbaikan dan begitu pula sebaliknya. "Your failures won't hurt you until you start blaming them on others" Anonymous.

3. Kegagalan bukanlah berarti akhir dari segala - galanya. Dengan dialaminya kegagalan, biasanya akan membuat seseorang semakin dewasa serta waspada / mawas diri. Setiap langkah atau tindakan akan di "filter" berkali - kali agar tidak terjadi hal - hal yang tidak diinginkan. "Keep in mind that neither success nor failure is ever final" Roger Ward BaBson

Kesimpulan :

Kegagalan bukanlah suatu hal yang ditakuti atau dihindari tetapi harus dihadapi. Melalui kegagalan, akan diketemukan apa yang namanya sukses. Jangan menyerah dan pasrah, itulah kunci utama untuk menghadapi kegagalan. "When one door closes another door opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us" Alexander Graham Bell.

What Should I Do to Marry a Rich Guy ?

A young and pretty lady posted this on a popular forum:

Title: What should I do to marry a rich guy?

I'm going to be honest of what I'm going to say here.
I'm 25 this year. I'm very pretty, have style and good taste.
I wish to marry a guy with $500k annual salary or above.
You might say that I'm greedy, but an annual salary of $1M is considered only as middle class in New York.

My requirement is not high. Is there anyone in this forum who has an income of $500k annual salary?

I wanted to ask: what should I do to marry rich persons like you?
Among those I've dated, the richest is $250k annual income, and it seems that this is my upper limit.
If someone is going to move into high cost residential area on the west of New York City Garden (?), $250k annual income is not enough.

I'm here humbly to ask a few questions:
1) Where do most rich bachelors hang out? (Please list down the names and addresses of bars, restaurant, gym)
2) Which age group should I target?
3) Why most wives of the riches is only average-looking? I've met a few girls who doesn't have looks and are not interesting, but they are able to marry rich guys
4) How do you decide who can be your wife, and who can only be your girlfriend? (my target now is to get married)

Ms. Pretty
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Here's a reply from a Wall Street Finance Specialist:

Dear Ms. Pretty,
I have read your post with great interest. Guess there are lots of girls out there who have similar questions like yours.

Please allow me to analyze your situation as a professional investor.

My annual income is more than 500k, which meets your requirement, so I hope everyone believes that I am not wasting time here.

From the standpoint of a business person, it is a bad decision to marry you. The answer is very simple, so let me explain.

Put the details aside, what you're trying to do is an exchange of "beauty" and "money": Person A provides beauty, and Person B pays for it, fair and square. However, there's a deadly problem here, your beauty will fade, but my money will not be gone without any good reason. The fact is, my income might increase from year to year, but you can't be prettier year after year

Hence from the viewpoint of economics, I am an appreciation asset, and you are a depreciation asset. It's not just a normal depreciation, but an exponential depreciation. If that is your only asset, your value will be much worried 10 years later.

By the terms we use in Wall Street, every trading has a position, dating with you is also a "trading position". If the trade value drop we will sell it and it is not a good idea to keep it for a long term. Same goes with the marriage that you wanted.

It might be cruel to say this, but in order to make a wiser decision, any assets with great depreciation value will be sold or "leased".

Anyone with over $500k annual income is not a fool; we would only date you, but will not marry you. I would advice that you forget looking for any clues to marry a rich guy. And by the way, you could make yourself to become a rich person with $500k annual income. This has better chance than finding a rich fool.

Hope this reply helps. If you are interested in "leasing" services, do contact me.

Signed,

J.P. Morgan

Female Friends


Dear my Friends....


SAHABAT WANITA
Pada suatu hari, seorang wanita muda yang baru saja menikah mengunjungi ibunya. Mereka duduk di sebuah sofa dan menikmati segelas air teh dingin.

Ketika mereka sedang berbincang-bincang mengenai kehidupan, pernikahan, tanggung jawab dalam hidup serta kewajiban, sang ibu dengan perlahan menaruh sebongkah es batu ke dalam gelasnya dan menatap wajah anak perempuannya.

"Jangan lupakan sahabat-sahabat wanitamu." nasihatnya, sambil mengaduk-ngaduk daun teh di bawah gelasnya.

"Mereka akan menjadi orang yang penting bagimu ketika usiamu makin tua.
Tidak peduli seberapa dalam kau mencintai suamimu, seberapa banyak anak-anak yang kau miliki, kau masih tetap harus memiliki sahabat wanita.

Ingatlah untuk berjalan-jalan bersama mereka, melakukan hal bersama-sama dengan mereka.

Dan ingat bahwa mereka bukan hanya sekedar sahabat wanitamu, tetapi mereka akan menjadi saudara, anak dan yang lainnya.

Kau akan membutuhkan sosok wanita yang lain. Wanita selalu begitu."

"Sungguh nasihat yang aneh," pikir si wanita muda.

"Bukankah aku baru saja menikah?
Bukankah aku baru saja bergabung dalam dunia pasangan-pasangan muda?
Sekarang saya adalah seorang istri, orang dewasa,bukan anak perempuan kecil yang memerlukan teman main perempuan lainnya! Tentu saja keluarga yang akan kami bina dapat membuat hidup saya lebih berarti."

Tetapi, ia mendengarkan nasihat ibunya; ia terus berhubungan dengan
sahabat-sahabat wanitanya dan bertemu dengan semakin banyak
sahabat setiap tahun.

Ketika tahun demi tahun berlalu, ia mulai merasakan betapa benar nasihat yang diberikan ibunya.

Ketika waktu dan keadaan mengubah keberadaan mereka sebagai wanita dengan segala misterinya, sahabat-sahabat wanitanya tetap berada dalam kehidupannya.

Setelah hidup selama 50 tahun dalam dunia ini, inilah fakta-fakta yang
saya dapatkan dari memiliki sahabat wanita:

Sahabat wanita akan menjaga rahasiamu.
Sahabat wanita akan memberikan nasihat ketika kau membutuhkannya.
Sahabat wanita tidak selalu mengatakan apa yang kau lakukan benar, tetapi mereka bersikap jujur.
Sahabat wanita akan terus mengasihimu, meskipun ada perbedaan pendapat.
Sahabat wanita akan tertawa bersama-sama denganmu, dan lelucon kosong
sama sekali tidak diperlukan hanya untuk sebuah tawa.
Sahabat wanita akan menolongmu keluar dari hubungan-hubungan yang buruk.
Sahabat wanita menolongmu mencarikan rumah tinggal yang baru, membantu mengepak barang dan pindah.
Sahabat wanita akan membantu membuat sebuah pesta untuk anak-anakmu ketika mereka menikah atau memiliki anak, manapun yang lebih dulu terjadi.
Sahabat wanita akan selalu berada di sampingmu, dalam suka maupun duka.
Sahabat wanita akan menempuh badai, topan, panas, dan kegelapan untuk mengeluarkan kau dari keputusasaan.
Sahabat wanita akan mendengarkan ketika kau kehilangan pekerjaan atau seorang kawan.
Sahabat wanita akan mendengarkan ketika anak-anakmu mengecewakanmu.
Sahabat wanita akan menangis bersamamu ketika orang yang dikasihimu meninggal.
Sahabat wanita menghiburmu ketika kau dikecewakan oleh banyak pria di dalam kehidupanmu.
Sahabat wanita membantumu untuk bangkit kembali ketika pria kau cintai pergi meninggalkanmu.
Sahabat wanita senang ketika mereka melihatmu bahagia, dan bersedia mencari
dan melemparkan apa yang tidak membuatmu bahagia.

Waktu berlalu...Kehidupan berjalan.
Jarak memisahkan.. .Anak-anak beranjak dewasa..
Cinta hilang dan pergi..Hati yang hancur..
Karir berakhir..Pekerjaan berganti..
Orang tua meninggal..Rekan- rekan melupakan kebaikan..
TETAPI, sahabat-sahabat wanita akan terus mendampinginmu,
meskipun waktu dan jarak yang terpaut sangat jauh. Sahabat wanita tidak akan lebih jauh dari orang-orang yang membutuhkan.

TERIMA KASIH SAHABAT



Friday, December 26, 2008

HI! Goobye!

Hi! Goodbye! Dec 15, '08 6:45 PM
...written by Darmawan, repost in Multiply by Ade Unay & now repost by me.
for everyone


Tonight,
I remember you, some of you.
names.. faces..
as we used to be close,
friends, or just acquainted.

Tonight,
you're mostly gone,
away,
somewhere.
before the others.
before the present.

should you all be gone someday,
oneday.
and just be a memory.

Will you remember me.
will you miss me.
or will you.. just gone away.

will you?

just a part of yesterday.
'till i remember you..

again.

if i do.

(untukmu yang hilang, atau yang akan hilang)


My piece:
GOOD BYE may be the words to say eventually in every relationship, but memories of its existence will always be there one way or another, bad or good ones. So, make a good one while it lasts and treasure it for lifetime...

to ALL my "RARE" good friends....
Thanks for your friendship and forgive me for being such a difficult friend.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

The heroic Englishman China will never forget

From
March 9, 2008

Our writer reveals the untold story of a Brit in China who risked his life to save a group of schoolboys from the invading Japanese troops

In the spring of last year in a crowded Beijing restaurant a 75-year-old Chinese man rose to his feet and silenced his fellow diners with a song he had learnt as a child: “Three blind mice, three blind mice, See how they run, see how they run . . .”

Nie Guang Han and the other elderly Chinese guests had gathered to share their memories of the young Englishman who had taught them to sing nursery rhymes and to whom they owed their lives. His name was George Aylwin Hogg, and in a few brief years at the height of the Sino-Japanese war in the 1940s, he achieved legendary status. Although unknown in his own homeland, he remains well loved and remembered in China.

It was in Beijing in 1984 that I first came across his story. In the British embassy club I overheard a diplomat complain that he had to fly to Shandan in the remote northwest because the Chinese authorities had erected the bust of an Englishman there. Strange things were happening at the time. Deng Xiaoping had begun the economic liberalisation that set China on the path to today’s market economy. Businessmen were arriving with every flight. Nevertheless, the idea that China would honour an unknown Englishman seemed preposterous.

It turned out to be true. Some 80 elderly gentlemen gathered in Shandan with VIPs from Beijing to mark the reopening of a school and reconstruction of a tomb desecrated during the cultural revolution. Flowers were laid. A statue was unveiled. Old men shed tears.

The man whose memory was being honoured was the youngest child in a prosperous family in Harpenden, Hertfordshire. Strongly influenced by his mother’s Quaker pacifist philosophy, he had been brought up to think the best of people and to do his best for them. After graduating from Wad-ham College, Oxford, he set out to meet Gandhi in India with his aunt, Muriel Lester, a well-known pacifist. On the way, however, he visited China – and stayed.

China had been in chaos since the 1920s when the struggle had begun between the nationalist government of Chiang Kai-shek and the Communist party. It had been easy prey for Japan’s war-minded army officers. From the start of the 1930s Japanese troops had advanced into northern China and gradually encroached further south. By the time Hogg arrived in 1937 the nationalists and communists were in an uncomfortable alliance fighting the invaders.

Hogg initially made a living as a journalist. He witnessed repeated atrocities inflicted upon defenceless civilians. Yet his letters home are coloured by a belief in the essential benevolence of humanity and a refusal to be downcast by evidence to the contrary. This led him to work for the Chinese industrial cooperatives movement (CIC), which employed refugees and war orphans to provide basic materials for both nationalist and communist forces. Initially, he was publicity director or “ocean secretary” – “ocean” in Mandarin denotes anything foreign – but in 1942 he became headmaster of a CIC school in the remote mountain town of Shuang-shipu.

Here, at the crossroads of the Tsin-gling mountains in Shanxi province, he found his destiny.

At 27, Hogg was the head of a school that, even by the chaotic standards of China at that time, presented huge problems. Three brick classrooms stood on a steep and bleak hillside. There had been seven headmasters in 18 months. There were no books or writing materials. The kitchen was bare. There were no beds. The boys were covered in scabies, malnourished and lice-infested.

The first step was to find somewhere for the children to sleep and food for them to eat. Hogg borrowed a few local coop workers and turned a neighbouring cottage into a dormitory. He established credit in the town and managed to buy millet and vegetables. Mud walls were built around the classrooms and dormitory to create a compound. Vegetable gardens and basketball courts were laid out.

It was as if everything Hogg had experienced before had prepared him for the task of disciplining, schooling and nurturing a group of unruly Chinese war orphans. He sang with them, swam in the river with them, played sport with them and walked in the mountains with them. They called him Ho Ke. He organised them along lines that would be recognised in any English public school. The boys were split into three teams. Each elected a captain, who was responsible for looking after his team. Discipline was enforced by praising those who dressed smartly or had done well at their lessons and by making it clear to malefactors that failure to fall in with the new regime would result in the school returning to anarchy.

Funds for the school were allocated by the CIC, but, occasionally, Hogg had to ride his bicycle 60 miles over the Qinling mountain pass down into the city of Baoji to plead and argue for his money at CIC regional headquarters. He was able to do the round trip in a day by hanging on to the back of lorries. The return journey was always by night. Twice, he outpaced bandits on his bike.

Local nationalist military commanders were suspicious of Hogg, particularly when he resisted their efforts to recruit his pupils into the army to fight the Japanese. He was arrested for a week, and by late 1944, the pressure was becoming unbearable. Soldiers ransacked classrooms searching for boys to conscript. A teacher was arrested. On a cold afternoon, one of the boys saw Hogg climbing the mountain above the school, and followed him. At the summit he found his headmaster seated on a rock, looking down at the school and crying.

With misgivings Hogg decided to move the school to the safety of Shandan, a town 700 miles away on the edge of the Gobi desert. The boys would have to cross a mountain range on foot. Some argued it was too far – a journey to the edge of the world.

The plan was to leave without the local garrison noticing. An advance party of 33 boys set off over the mountains in November. The departure of the rest of the boys would be more complicated. Hogg was obsessed with the school’s rare cotton-milling machine, one of only three in the whole of northwest China. Although it weighed more than two tons he was determined to take it to Shandan. A joke went round the school that he would happily leave a few boys behind but never his machine.

His old boys remember his desperate search for a truck of any kind, as heavy snowfalls in the mountains made the need for motorised transport more urgent. This was bandit season, when slow-moving convoys in bad weather were likely to be ambushed. Heavily armed gangs might be attracted by the prospect of hijacking valuable machinery.

On or around January 20 a convoy of five large carts drawn by a mix of mules and horses, one lorry, 30 boys, three staff and the headmaster left Shuangshipu before daybreak and headed into the hills. The smallest children sheltered under a tarpaulin slung over the cargo. The others walked. The higher they got, the heavier the snow fell. It was the coldest winter for 20 years. The road became little more than a mud and gravel track as it rose towards 10,000 feet.

The first day the weather and terrain secured them from pursuit. On the second night one or two of the older boys turned back, leaving Hogg with a group of 27 plus his precious equipment. One cart toppled into a ravine, taking its horse and load of equipment with it. Boys walking beside it jumped clear just in time. Another cart overturned but was righted again and its cargo saved.

It took almost a month to reach the regional capital, Lanzhou, and there were 250 more miles to go over high terrain to Shandan. Fortunately, a local official allowed Hogg to hire six vintage Mercedes diesel trucks.

Sometime in February the headmaster, his boys and their equipment drove into the foothills of the Qilian mountains. The lorries slipped and slithered through ice and snow. Wind-screens cracked, tyres burst. Vehicles had to be hauled back onto the road.

The convoy passed the western end of the Great Wall – not the majestic stone wall of northern China but a humble mud rampart 30ft high. Sand-storms and human activity had taken their toll. Around March 10 the headmaster and his exhausted boys reached Shandan. They drove down streets caked in ice and mud and lined by double-storeyed wooden buildings. Most were empty.

The advance party had camped out in a ruined temple. About 60 boys now gathered there to rebuild their school and their lives. Nie Guang Pei, then aged six, recalls: “We were all very tired when we arrived and we were very disappointed – there was nothing in the temple, hardly even a roof. It was filthy.”

Hogg fitted out workshops, classrooms and dormitories. He was in his element. He had turned 30 in the mountains, and he now knew the answer to the question he had often asked himself: What was he doing in China? He had created a school from the chaos of war. He had moved it against the odds to the rim of the Gobi desert. He had rebuilt it as a refuge and place of safety for some 60 pupils.

His old boys remember his extraordinary energy and rollicking high spirits. Fan Wenhai said: “Remember that in our society the man who was the head of the family, or of the school or of the company where you worked, was a figure of awe. You respected them sometimes because you were afraid of them. Hogg was so different. He spent so much time with us, and it didn’t matter whether he was singing with us, playing sport with us or working in the classroom. He was always with us. That was very different. That was why we loved him so much.”

Sometime in the second week of July Hogg was playing basketball with his boys. Wearing his usual open-toed sandals, he stubbed and cut his toe. A few days later, it became sore and swollen. His jaw began to hurt and stiffen. The next day he had a high fever, and spasms shook his entire body. It was clear that he had tetanus. Telegrams were sent to Lanzhou asking for a doctor and serum. Two boys set off by motorbike on the 500-mile round trip.

For three days Hogg suffered the agonies of a disease that always ends in a cruel death if untreated. The victim remains conscious but unable to speak due to the tightening of facial muscles – hence the name lockjaw.

“He lay on his back and was too weak to move,” said Fan Wenhei. “I turned him over with help from another boy. He was dripping with sweat from his chin to his forehead. Sometimes he would ask for water in a very weak voice. First, I could feed him by spoon, but after a while his mouth would not open. I had to hold his lower jaw and pour water through gaps between his teeth.”

Serum was finally found in Lanzhou. But the rescue party were unable to cross a high mountain pass by night. When they reached Shandan Hogg’s funeral procession was winding its way through the streets. He had died the previous day.

Nie Guang Chun, who was 79 when I met him, said: “Ho Ke was gentle, he was kind. We had had other headmasters, all Chinese, who punished us. Ho Ke didn’t do that. He was firm but he became a friend. When we went over the mountains with him, we didn’t really know why. We were too young. But we just followed him. We had never met anyone like him. We never will.”

Extracted from Ocean Devil The Life and Legend of George Hogg by James MacManus, published by Harper Perennial

Saturday, December 13, 2008

11 REASONS WHY WOMEN FIND IT HARD TO FIND THE MAN OF THEIR DREAM.

1. Nice men are ugly. (Lelaki yang baik ko' jelek ya..)

2. Handsome men are not nice. (Lelaki yang ganteng ko' ga baik ya..)

3. Handsome and nice men are gay. (Lelaki yang ganteng dan baik, ko' gay yaa...)

4. Handsome, nice and heterosexual men are married. (Lelaki yang ganteng, baik dan ga gay, ko' udah merit yaaa..)

5. Men who are not so handsome, but nice, have no money. (Lelaki yang nggak terlalu ganteng, tapi baik hati, ko' ga punya uang yaa...)

6. Men who are not so handsome, but nice n with money, think we are only after their money. ( Lelaki yang nggak terlalu ganteng, tapi baik hati dan punya duit, ko mikirnya kita ngejar duitnya..... .)

7. Handsome men without money are after our money. (Lelaki yang ganteng tapi nggak punya uang, ko malah morotin..... )

8. Handsome men, who are not so nice and somewhat heterosexual, don't think we are beautiful enough. ( Lelaki ganteng, yang nggak terlalu baik dan kayaknya ga gay, berpikir kita nggak cukup cantik buat dia......)

9. Men who think we are beautiful, that are heterosexual, somewhat nice and have money, are cowards. (Lelaki yang berpikir kita itu cantik, dan dia ga gay, sepertinya baik hati dan punya duit, rata-rata pengecut deh)

10. Somewhat handsome man, kinda nice and have some money, and thank God heterosexual, are shy and NEVER MAKE THE FIRST MOVE!!!! ( Lelaki yang rada ganteng, kayaknya baik hati dan punya uang, dan ga gay, rata2 pemalu dan ga pernah melakukan pendekatan pertama!!!!! !!)

11.. Men who never make the first move, automatically lose interest in us when we take the initiative. NOW, WHO THE HELL UNDERSTANDS MEN? (Lelaki yang ga pernah melakukan pendekatan pertama, otomatis akan kehilangan ketertarikan kepada kita ketika kita melakukan pendekatan ke dia. Jadinya..., siapa nih yang bener2 ngerti lelaki?)

"Men are like a fine wine.They all start out like grapes, and it's our job to stomp on them and keep them in the dark until they mature into something you'd like to have dinner with."
(Lelaki itu seperti minuman anggur yang baik. Mereka mulai dari buah anggur dan adalah pekerjaan kita, para wanita, untuk menginjak-injaknya dan menyimpan mereka di dalam kegelapan sampai mereka matang dan berubah menjadi sesuatu yang menarik sehingga kita ingin makan malam bersamanya)


Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Attempt More

If you wish to achieve more, then attempt more. Push yourself beyond what you already know you're able to do.

Get out of the rut of going through the same motions and ending up with the same results. Put some additional time, energy, thought and creativity into your actions.

Take on challenges that make you a little bit uncomfortable. Stretch your abilities and watch them grow.

Decide to reach higher and you'll find many new ways to move higher. Raise your expectations and you'll improve your performance.

Keep on learning, keep on growing, and keep on venturing beyond what you already know. Give yourself the gift of increasingly ambitious goals.

Enjoy and appreciate how far you've already come. Then jump back in and make it even better.

-- Ralph Marston

Monday, December 8, 2008

Little Miracles - X'mas Feeling, Holidays' Blues

just watched the "Angel in the Family" again.

One quote finally summarized the whole essence of the movie, not exact one, though. I'll try to make pretty close.
It said: "It's little things that happened in life that will amaze you at the end of life, things that you are usually taken for granted. The REAL miracle is that those things really happened."

I just remembered that it was a wonder that I have made so far and it was a Miracle that I can make it here, but my REAL little MIRACLE is that I have gone through the life with my family in that house and still make it in this world and how much I have learnt in that little world to make it in this big wide world. It's a wonder how my parents can make out so much for me with so little resources and I feel very proud of them, as my parents.
It is still a wonder till today, till now, this second. I will miss them this Xmas and New year.

My little Miracles are not as fancy as others, simple family gathering with home cooked meals in our little dining room in front of TV, but I suddenly realized that what's all I need.

Decisions in Life is made and taken, regrets and pride felt and denied, roads taken the best way anyone can do.
Moods swinging in and out. What's next is everybody's best guess?

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Pieces - Office Politics from the Master.... A Wise Note indeed...

The secret to staying ahead of the games as a telecommuter is simple:

* Do not respond to any gossip emails from subordinates or peers. Pick up the phone so there is no paper trail.

* Respond to your bosses' emails by being noncommittal, or ask for clarification -- copy their boss in the reply.

* Do not send any emails you would not be happy for the whole world to read several times.


Three simple sentences, easy said than done. Especially when it is human nature to respond by curiosity and spurs of moment than wait and see and respond afterthought.

"SLEEP OVER IT" might be a good choice, too, especially when it comes to respond "emotional" emails or any.
Trust me, bad emails are hard to undone than spoken words and give bigger and more dangerous impacts than stationery mails, because it is easier to be distributed around, another spur of the moment thing.