Happy Idul Fitri...

Happy idul fitri, everyone!!!

yeah... i know... calm down... It's been 13 days late for saying that, but I think we all agree that 365 days in a year are all-good-days to forgive and forget, to apologize for any mistakes that we have made in the past. Coz "to err is a human", say a proverb and a quote from Quran.

That's what this posting for: to conveniently beg for your forgiving, merciful heart; to apologize my accidental faults since i was present in the bloggerland and my presence in this world (if you happen to know me offline).

I also thank all people who bother themselves saying hi and wishing me happy idul fitri to me in the shoutbox, comment box, as well as leaving offline messages in Y!Messenger and Friendster's bulletin board, and I am really sorry if I've missed any one of you while wishing the same in return, one way or another.

Final words, let's make a hope together that from this beautiful day forward, we could become a better person for everyone we love and everyone we share this world with.

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...

Weekend Pictures...

Some pictures taken during our weekend, using her N3650 built-in camera. Unfortunately we didn't find anyone else who was kind enough to take pictures of the two of us from distance. Well, we didn't want to look like local tourists visiting Jogja for the first time, anyway ^____^

http://photos.yahoo.com/siauhiji (in a new window)

and more pictures will be coming soon... ^o^

Officially Meeting You... (I)

Having been officially missing Anggie for more than 4 months, I was officially meeting her at her house ^___^

Saturday, Sept 4th. I was too late to come there, as we had promised to see each other at 4 or 5 pm (GMT+7), and later felt uneasy to know everybody else (her family--except her father--and her friend) had been expecting me to come earlier since they wanted to ask me to go out for a meal originally for the family and her friend only but then I was included since I was going to come exactly at the same time. The plan had changed, I was late. But it was not entirely my fault, the traffic jam along Jogjakarta - Semarang route was.

My heart beat faster on the way to her house after dinner and Isya praying at home, but strangely slowing down right in front of her house. I saw a guy sitting alone in the front, and instantly recognized him as her sister's boyfriend, Diryo.

Then she came out, with a glittering stare (^o^), then we had smalltalk right before I remembered I had something for her.

"This is for you", I said.
"Oh, wait, " she replied, "I have something for you too".

You know what? One of the presents she gave to me was...
an english version of The Silmarillion!! Thanks hunneh! Thanks for our marvellous weekend and everything!

Then we had pleasant chat about anything we both had missed, and later met her parents. "Very friendly" was the right phrase to depict them. A happy family.

welcome home...

welcome home, lady...
with a new spirit and marvellous dreams.
a passion driving me crazy.
a dew soothing me inward.

a Dream Comes True

I saw that girl. She was sitting near the mosque entrance, combing her hair after finishing her afternoon praying, as we had our appointment before. I was asking her if she had a little time after school so I could ask her anything about AFS Intercultural Program in which I got involved the selection process as a participant. As one among 4 students from our high school who was going to stay abroad as an exchange student, she agreed to spare her time to answer my questions.

The chat was short but nice; I was satisfied with her answers. At the end of her depicting the know-how of the program as well as how it would like living abroad for student exchange, I was urged to tell her something.

"Anne, you know what? I dreamed last night that you were sitting beside me in the class." I said, "Funny, uh?"
"Uh-Huh?" She replied, smiling. I smiled to her too, thinking that it was merely a night dream.

She was at 3rd year. I was 2nd.

[One Year Later...]

I was talking with a girl sitting by my side, about her experience living and studying in a small city called Neenah, Wisconsin, USA, as an exchange student. We were laughing together at her story about Halloween Party she was throwing with her friends, and also about her dreams of what she was going to do when she had to return to Indonesia as the program ended. I was listening intently.

A silence for a while in the middle of the conversation, then she broke the ice, remembering something.
"Ow, Adi, talking about dream. It was you who told me about the dream, right?"
"Eh?" I dumbfounded, "Which dream? what?"
"That dream. The one you said that we would sit together on the same desk in the same class?" She said enthusiastically.
"Ow, did I? I didn't remember" I said, still recalling my damn memory.
"Yeah, it's you! I remember. What a dream comes true! After roughly a year!!" She said happily.
"Ummm, I still don't remember," I said, now recalling that, but trying to make it a-matter-of-fact.
"What a short memory!" she said. But I just smiling inward. Good God! I thought, a dream come true? Ckckckck....

She was at 3rd year. I was too. In the same 3 IPA 9 class. On the same desk.

NOTE: this is a trackback of a posting by GeekGirl, written based on my own experience.