My Thesis Supervisor Passed Away T___T....

Hikz...

For the second time, another sad story like the one I wrote about some couple of months ago happened. My thesis supervisor, Mr. Heri Pratomo, M.Kom, passed away on Oct 27 2004 at 8 pm after getting hospitalized for about 2 weeks. He got sore throat that became much worse in the end.

Oh my... what about my thesis....
Oh my... what about my thesis....
Oh my... what about my thesis....
Oh my... what about my thesis....
Oh my... what about my thesis....

*sigh* Hopefully, the Faculty will appoint another supervisor who is as good and kind as he was for my ongoing thesis. And may he rest in peace, an may his family will be strong enought to get through this difficult time.

Microsoft Financial Fraud: Another "Finally, The Truth is Out There"?

I've just read the article about Microsoft Financial Fraud that is referred to by an article written in Humorix.

FYI, Humorix is a site that shows "the lighter side of Linux, the open source operating system everyone and their brother are talking about" and presents "jokes and fake news about Slashdot, Microsoft, and Tux Penguin" for "good measure".

However, I still consider it true. How about you?

SURRPRISE...!!!

I'm gonna show up right in front of the door and shock him up, saying that I support him for his jobs and thesis. He wouldn't realize it since I knew he thought I was still at home and enjoying the weekend there. Yess... that's perfect. He's gonna love it.

That was your thought. Think again. What do you miss? Nothing. Everything seems to be all right. He's gonna stay at the office 'till afternoon and that's all I need.

I was on the way to his office. I sent him an SMS. Honey, are you still there? Your 'stuff' is almost there.

There comes the reply. What? You send it now? I can't honey. I'm living very soon, I had a promise with my client and he doesn't want to wait any longer. Can't you just give it to anyone here so I can pick it up later?

I sent another. Oh no, please... if you go right now, there's no point the 'gift' should be delivered. It's me, you know... Me! I'm coming here just to see you, to cheer you up and hold you tight. Do you hear that? I'm the 'stuff'. And now I'm already in front of the office.

Received another. Ooohhh.... I'm so flattered honey, thank you... Please come in and see Mrs. Ambar. She's heard a lot about you, I'm sure she wants to see you right away.

No, thanks. I'd better leave.

Please, honey... for me? Please... At least you won't come back emptyhanded

Well, if that's what you want...

Thanks

Moral of the story: Whenever you plan to give somebody a surprising gift, make sure you have checked and re-checked his/her schedule so that you can be sure it goes to the right hand at very first time.

...Don't Give Up on Your Fate!

" ...don't give up on your fate,
love comes to those who believe it,
and that's the way it is". (sung by Celine Dion)

I was born some twenty years or so ago, crying. I spent my childhood in the happiness perfectly depicted in the "in the eyes of a child" lyrics (Air Supply) with "Sozo" (Kitaro) playing in the background. I learnt to play and run here and there with my friends, making a fool of a cow baby that was accidentally out of the shepherd's sight and control.

I grew up. I joined kindergarten and had new friends who liked bullying other kids and had ever made me cry for some reasons I already forgot. But I didn't even cry when I had vaccination, unlike the others. I was the only kid who was smiling when injected by the doctor, while others crying with trembling knees.

I survived. I became an elementary student. From the first grade when I didn't know how to get all classmate ready in a row, as I was pointed as a class leader. The third class, as I formed a clique named "the three detective" to explore the mysterious tiny bamboo forest in the school backyard. I came to relate a moisturizing cream covering my aunty's face as an acne and later found out it was not. I gigled just remembering that. Also the first time I had to be X-rayed because of my persistent cough. Also the terrible violence that once threatened my family.

Three years in junior high. I remember I made a great achievement at the final exam (ebtanas), having 2 perfect grade (10) at English and Mathematics. My parents were really surprised; I was excited.

Another 3 at senior high. I met my first love, but never said the magic words because my heart didn't allow me to. I applied for AFS Intercultural Programs but only made it until the last selection phase. Not succeded in the last step. But I was okay. At least, I thought I was. The devastating economy crises began. The prices were so high my family should erase milk and snacks from the monthly shopping list, limit our pocket money only for transportation cost, and cook jipang vegetables (that was the cheapest one at the market) almost everyday with tempe and tahu interchangable as the side dishes. But we survived. I and my family.

The last year as a university student. I had a crush on somebody I'd never met before (well, once we met but didn't recognize each other; only a face in the crowd). I hesitated, but my hearts urged me to say what I felt. It's done. I won her heart (but not because I could play guitar :P *quoting Roxette's Cinnamon Street*). And we're happy for each other ever since.

Now I am striving to be graduated really soon and I know I will. I never give up on my fate and I won't. My long long historical life tell me not to. The past has been so long. And the rest is waiting, unforeseen.

Life is hard. But I should not give up for that. Never. Stop struggling and I'm a history.

In Critical Stage of My Study

Hi all... thanks a lot for stopping by and leaving a word or two here, I really appreciate that. You might think that I had gone for a while just because I've been spending my whole time with her only. Well, that's partially.....true! ^___^

The other half-truth is that I am now within the critical stage of my study, preparing the long long abandoned undergraduate thesis and really expecting that the thesis exam will be arranged somewhere in October next this year.

Please allow me to take a break for while, and wish me luck too so that I can do my best and be graduated from my campus (hopefully) on November 19th, the 4th (and last) graduation ceremony of this year...

I'll see you around...