<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761648667346608125</id><updated>2011-12-20T20:31:58.899+07:00</updated><category term='personal'/><category term='a little education review'/><category term='culture'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>a daydream note..</title><subtitle type='html'>- a simple, short and might-be-fuzzy note on my daydreaming life from a twenties restless field engineer wanna be girl who tried to balance her pleosynchronous   real life and the life of her utopia dreamland with her significant other. whatever it means.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzysleepyme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761648667346608125/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzysleepyme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-SleepyWini-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AOgA2Uh9oNo/TorQWzOjxrI/AAAAAAAAAi0/EMcgpjhBRPY/s220/beachballooncolorfulphotographyballoonsblue-fc33b87a641ce91884b9b2584f1e6759_h.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761648667346608125.post-4653855040786229268</id><published>2008-06-19T19:36:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T21:30:33.921+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mimpi - On an idle night</title><content type='html'>Entahlah.&lt;br /&gt;Ini bisu atau ramai yang ditikan hingga berdarah dan mati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengecut!&lt;br /&gt;Terlalu takut memilih,&lt;br /&gt;atau hati terbutakan cahaya,&lt;br /&gt;hingga tak lagi bisa bedakan warna&lt;br /&gt;dan melihat dunia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entahlah.&lt;br /&gt;Ini bisu atau ramai yang ditikam hingga berdarah dan mati&lt;br /&gt;atau hati tak lagi bersuara?&lt;br /&gt;tenggelam di siang,&lt;br /&gt;lupa pada mimpi mimpi malam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muak sendiri&lt;br /&gt;terlalu takut memilih&lt;br /&gt;atau jiwa tuli,  bising siang memekakkan&lt;br /&gt;tak lagi dengar bisik bayu -&lt;br /&gt;hidupmu mau kemana, cah ayu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak terdengar, tak terlihat&lt;br /&gt;Atau tak berani mendengar dan melihat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak terjawab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entahlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini bisu atau ramai yang ditikam hingga berdarah dan mati&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761648667346608125-4653855040786229268?l=fuzzysleepyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzysleepyme.blogspot.com/feeds/4653855040786229268/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761648667346608125&amp;postID=4653855040786229268' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761648667346608125/posts/default/4653855040786229268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761648667346608125/posts/default/4653855040786229268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzysleepyme.blogspot.com/2008/06/mimpi-on-idle-night.html' title='Mimpi - On an idle night'/><author><name>-SleepyWini-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AOgA2Uh9oNo/TorQWzOjxrI/AAAAAAAAAi0/EMcgpjhBRPY/s220/beachballooncolorfulphotographyballoonsblue-fc33b87a641ce91884b9b2584f1e6759_h.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761648667346608125.post-5646703258230419896</id><published>2008-06-19T15:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:24:51.085+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is my crossroad?</title><content type='html'>  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761648667346608125-5646703258230419896?l=fuzzysleepyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzysleepyme.blogspot.com/feeds/5646703258230419896/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761648667346608125&amp;postID=5646703258230419896' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761648667346608125/posts/default/5646703258230419896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761648667346608125/posts/default/5646703258230419896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzysleepyme.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-is-my-crossroad.html' title='Where is my crossroad?'/><author><name>-SleepyWini-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AOgA2Uh9oNo/TorQWzOjxrI/AAAAAAAAAi0/EMcgpjhBRPY/s220/beachballooncolorfulphotographyballoonsblue-fc33b87a641ce91884b9b2584f1e6759_h.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761648667346608125.post-2489701172931465334</id><published>2008-05-27T16:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:45:30.249+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catatan pagi di sebuah Rig</title><content type='html'>Pagi ini laut seperti menyatu dengan langit. Garis batas horizon seperti tak lagi nyata, melebur dalam satu sapuan kuas biru lembut bercamput putih yang tersipu malu, membaurkan batas antara surga dan dunia. Pagi ini, damai ada dalam sepi yang tak tertemukan tapi diam diam sembunyi ditengah riuh dentam mesin dan teriakan orang yang tak kenal waktu.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tak seperti fajar sebelumnya, yang menyeruak kuat dengan sinar merah keemasan yang dengan congkaknya berkata : hari sudah pagi! Dan merajut lini agung dari semburat surya yang tak mampu lagi disembunyikan awan..yang mengalah pelan pelan sambil mempersilahkan dian mematut dirinya di permukaan laut dengan sempurna. Dan lautpun memantulkan bayang keemasan yang menyilaukan mata pada riaknya...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pagi ini, langit hanyalah satu kanopi biru agung tempatku istirah sejenak dari lelah.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*3rd hand mulu...cape deeeee...kpn gw breakotnya?!?!:(*&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761648667346608125-2489701172931465334?l=fuzzysleepyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzysleepyme.blogspot.com/feeds/2489701172931465334/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761648667346608125&amp;postID=2489701172931465334' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761648667346608125/posts/default/2489701172931465334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761648667346608125/posts/default/2489701172931465334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzysleepyme.blogspot.com/2008/05/catatan-pagi-di-sebuah-rig.html' title='Catatan pagi di sebuah Rig'/><author><name>-SleepyWini-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AOgA2Uh9oNo/TorQWzOjxrI/AAAAAAAAAi0/EMcgpjhBRPY/s220/beachballooncolorfulphotographyballoonsblue-fc33b87a641ce91884b9b2584f1e6759_h.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761648667346608125.post-6952020088407820667</id><published>2008-05-23T04:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T08:22:32.470+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentang berjalan</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Why do we fall, sir? So that we might better learn to pick ourselves up. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;--Alfred Pennyworth, Batman Begins, 2005&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Saat seseorang yang berjalan kaki menuju suatu tempat, pasti ada saat dimana jalan yang dilaluinya nggak mulus,becek (ngga ada ojek juga...:D), bumpy, berlubang lubang n nggak gampang dilalui. Ada saatnya juga rintangan rintangan ini kadang membuat kita terpeleset, terperosok, jatuh terus luka. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Masalahnya, ketika luka di kaki saya terlalu sakit buat diajak berjalan, saya sering berpikir untuk berhenti. Tapi lalu saya ingat....akan selalu ada dua pilihan untuk diambil  - yang pertama, diam saja, tenggelam dalam luka dan rasa sakit dan berhenti berjalan. Pilihan ini seringkali jadi salah satu pilihan yang paling mudah diambil, karena tidak membutuhkan pertimbangan, keberanian dan guts sama sekali. Pilihan kedua adalah pilihan yang sulit untuk diambil - untuk tetap bertekad meneruskan berjalan walau kaki luka dan sakit. Mengumpulkan atom atom keberanian dan kekuatan untuk tetap menyeret kaki yang luka. Tapi pilihan kedua bukan cuma tentang sok berani, sok tidak merasakan luka dan sok memaksa diri untuk berjalan. Pilihan kedua adalah tentang mempelajari kenapa kita bisa jatuh, memahami sebuah rasa sakit dalam hati kita, apa penyebabnya, dan bagaimana mencegahnya agar tidak terjadi lagi. Belajar soal diri kita sendiri. Belajar berdiri. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dan yang nggak kalah pentingnya....belajar bahwa kalau kita luka, kita tidak bisa langsung berdiri dan jalan lagi. Kita butuh sejenak waktu untuk duduk menikmati rasa sakit tapi tidak tenggelam di dalamnya. Untuk mengeluh sebentar tapi tidak menyerah karenanya. Untuk mendiamkan luka sebentar, lalu pelan pelan (sambil menahan sedikit sakit...) berdiri dan berjalan lagi. Akan selalu dibutuhkan sedikit waktu (satu milisekonpun...pasti butuh..) untuk bisa bangkit kembali. Tapi itu tak berarti kita berhenti......&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Dedicated to mum and dad..the reason why i'm still strong enough to walk until now*&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761648667346608125-6952020088407820667?l=fuzzysleepyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzysleepyme.blogspot.com/feeds/6952020088407820667/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761648667346608125&amp;postID=6952020088407820667' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761648667346608125/posts/default/6952020088407820667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761648667346608125/posts/default/6952020088407820667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzysleepyme.blogspot.com/2008/05/tentang-berjalan.html' title='Tentang berjalan'/><author><name>-SleepyWini-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AOgA2Uh9oNo/TorQWzOjxrI/AAAAAAAAAi0/EMcgpjhBRPY/s220/beachballooncolorfulphotographyballoonsblue-fc33b87a641ce91884b9b2584f1e6759_h.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761648667346608125.post-2342171194188381018</id><published>2007-06-27T18:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T21:39:59.288+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Marrying an IT guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband (H): (Go home very late from his office) "Hi sweetie, i'm home , proceed to logged in."&lt;br /&gt;Wife (W): So where's the chocolate I've asked you to bring me?&lt;br /&gt;H: Bad command or filename.&lt;br /&gt;W: But I've asked for it this morning and you said you would bring me one!&lt;br /&gt;H: Errorneous syntax. Abort?&lt;br /&gt;W: Then, how's our plan on buying new TV?&lt;br /&gt;H: Variable not found...&lt;br /&gt;W: OK Then, gimme ur credit card. I'll buy it by myself..&lt;br /&gt;H: Sharing Violation. Access denied...&lt;br /&gt;W: Do you love your stupid computer more than you love me?are you tring to get on my nerves??&lt;br /&gt;H: Too many parameters...&lt;br /&gt;W: My worst mistake would be marrying an idiot like you.&lt;br /&gt;H: Data type mismatch.&lt;br /&gt;W: U're such a useless dork.&lt;br /&gt;H: It's by Default.&lt;br /&gt;W: How about the memory we shared in the past?&lt;br /&gt;H: File in use ... Try later.&lt;br /&gt;W: Then who am I for you??&lt;br /&gt;H: Unknown Virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ wew. Old DOS command...anyone have jokes with kernel command?^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761648667346608125-2342171194188381018?l=fuzzysleepyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzysleepyme.blogspot.com/feeds/2342171194188381018/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761648667346608125&amp;postID=2342171194188381018' title='3 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761648667346608125/posts/default/2342171194188381018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761648667346608125/posts/default/2342171194188381018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzysleepyme.blogspot.com/2007/06/marrying-it-guy.html' title='Marrying an IT guy'/><author><name>-SleepyWini-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AOgA2Uh9oNo/TorQWzOjxrI/AAAAAAAAAi0/EMcgpjhBRPY/s220/beachballooncolorfulphotographyballoonsblue-fc33b87a641ce91884b9b2584f1e6759_h.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761648667346608125.post-3545200939104040538</id><published>2007-06-27T10:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T10:47:26.674+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>One cow, two cows, 5000 cows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got this from the indodebaters...lately got nearly no topic in my head to write about..the countdown day to my thesis presentation day really takes all commonsense of mine..that's why i put a humor here, i need to laugh a bit to get the heck butterfly out of my stomach :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Economic Models explained with cows      :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      SOCIALISM&lt;br /&gt; You have 2 cows.&lt;br /&gt; You give one to your neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; COMMUNISM&lt;br /&gt; You have 2 cows.&lt;br /&gt; The State takes both and gives you&lt;br /&gt; some milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; FASCISM&lt;br /&gt; You have 2 cows.&lt;br /&gt; The State takes both and sells you&lt;br /&gt; some milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NAZISM&lt;br /&gt; You have 2 cows.&lt;br /&gt; The State takes both and shoots you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BUREAUCRATISM&lt;br /&gt; You have 2 cows.&lt;br /&gt; The State takes both, shoots one,&lt;br /&gt; milks the other, and then throws the&lt;br /&gt; milk away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TRADITIONAL CAPITALISM&lt;br /&gt; You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt; You sell one and buy a bull.&lt;br /&gt; Your herd multiplies, and the economy&lt;br /&gt; grows.&lt;br /&gt; You sell them and retire on the income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SURREALISM&lt;br /&gt; You have two giraffes.&lt;br /&gt; The government requires you to take&lt;br /&gt; harmonica lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; AN AMERICAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt; You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt; You sell one, and force the other to&lt;br /&gt; produce the milk of four cows.&lt;br /&gt; Later, you hire a consultant to&lt;br /&gt; analyse why the cow has dropped dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ENRON VENTURE CAPITALISM&lt;br /&gt; You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt; You sell three of them to your&lt;br /&gt; publicly listed company, using letters&lt;br /&gt; of&lt;br /&gt; credit opened by your brother-in-law&lt;br /&gt; at the bank, then execute a&lt;br /&gt; debt/equity swap with an associated&lt;br /&gt; general offer so that you get all&lt;br /&gt; four cows back, with a tax exemption&lt;br /&gt; for five cows.&lt;br /&gt; The milk rights of the six cows are&lt;br /&gt; transferred via an intermediary to a&lt;br /&gt; Cayman Island Company secretly owned&lt;br /&gt; by the majority shareholder who&lt;br /&gt; sells the rights to all seven cows&lt;br /&gt; back to your listed company.&lt;br /&gt; The annual report says the company&lt;br /&gt; owns eight cows, with an option on&lt;br /&gt; one more.&lt;br /&gt; You sell one cow to buy a new&lt;br /&gt; president of the United States, leaving&lt;br /&gt; you with nine cows.&lt;br /&gt; No balance sheet provided with the&lt;br /&gt; release.&lt;br /&gt; The public then buys your bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; THE ANDERSEN MODEL&lt;br /&gt; You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt; You shred them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A FRENCH CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt; You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt; You go on strike, organize a riot, and&lt;br /&gt; block the roads, because you want&lt;br /&gt; three cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A JAPANESE CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt; You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt; You redesign them so they are one-&lt;br /&gt; tenth the size of an ordinary cow and&lt;br /&gt; produce twenty times the milk.&lt;br /&gt; You then create a clever cow cartoon&lt;br /&gt; image called 'Cowkimon' and market&lt;br /&gt; it worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A GERMAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt; You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt; You re-engineer them so they live for&lt;br /&gt; 100 years, eat once a month, and&lt;br /&gt; milk themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; AN ITALIAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt; You have two cows, but you don't know&lt;br /&gt; where they are.&lt;br /&gt; You decide to have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A RUSSIAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt; You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt; You count them and learn you have five&lt;br /&gt; cows.&lt;br /&gt; You count them again and learn you&lt;br /&gt; have 42 cows.&lt;br /&gt; You count them again and learn you&lt;br /&gt; have 2 cows.&lt;br /&gt; You stop counting cows and open&lt;br /&gt; another bottle of vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A SWISS CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt; You have 5000 cows. None of them&lt;br /&gt; belong to you.&lt;br /&gt; You charge the owners for storing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A CHINESE CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt; You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt; You have 300 people milking them.&lt;br /&gt; You claim that you have full&lt;br /&gt; employment, and high bovine&lt;br /&gt; productivity.&lt;br /&gt; You arrest the newsman who reported&lt;br /&gt; the real situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; AN INDIAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt; You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt; You worship them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A BRITISH CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt; You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt; Both are mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; AN IRAQI CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt; Everyone thinks you have lots of cows.&lt;br /&gt; You tell them that you have none.&lt;br /&gt; No-one believes you, so they bomb the&lt;br /&gt; **** out of you and invade your&lt;br /&gt; country.&lt;br /&gt; You still have no cows, but at least&lt;br /&gt; now you are part of a Democracy... .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A NEW ZEALAND CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt; You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt; The one on the left looks very&lt;br /&gt; attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; AN AUSTRALIAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt; You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt; Business seems pretty good.&lt;br /&gt; You close the office and go for a few&lt;br /&gt; beers to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; INDONESIAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You have two cows.&lt;br /&gt; Both are stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You then sell both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You then stash the money to a very&lt;br /&gt; obscure non-budgetary account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You then throw some of the money to&lt;br /&gt; political parties for campaign&lt;br /&gt; funds, but you keep most of it for&lt;br /&gt; yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;lalalalla :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761648667346608125-3545200939104040538?l=fuzzysleepyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzysleepyme.blogspot.com/feeds/3545200939104040538/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761648667346608125&amp;postID=3545200939104040538' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761648667346608125/posts/default/3545200939104040538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761648667346608125/posts/default/3545200939104040538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzysleepyme.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-cow-two-cows-5000-cows.html' title='One cow, two cows, 5000 cows'/><author><name>-SleepyWini-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AOgA2Uh9oNo/TorQWzOjxrI/AAAAAAAAAi0/EMcgpjhBRPY/s220/beachballooncolorfulphotographyballoonsblue-fc33b87a641ce91884b9b2584f1e6759_h.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761648667346608125.post-1193828334088911041</id><published>2007-06-23T17:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T10:12:29.116+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><title type='text'>A freak and Bhisma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mahabharata is something that would never be overrated for me. Unfortunately others didn't think so (oh yeah, as if they even know Mahabharata exist.) One of the finest work of literature originated from Religious Hindu epic of India, adapted and modified by ancient Javanese (called "Carangan" ,with Punakawan character, and some other heros such as Gatot Kaca, Wisanggeni, etc ^^, which eventually served as a side story but with significant role to the whole plots), Mahabharata is one of the most complex, intriguing, long story with intricate plots involving all of life's significants aspect - politics, love, power, karma, war, money, etc and full of wisdom and lesson of life itself. It is bigger than merely a war epic. Almost all wayang (shadow leather puppet) shows use one of the piece taken from one of Mahabharata scene. Not only stopped into the so-called traditional way, in late 1960's and  1970's during the booming of Indonesian comic, Mahabharata was one of the most popular story which had its comic verse..but unfortunately it stopped there. My generation generally knows almost nothing about Mahabharata.. Some of us might still recognize that Arjuna's a real Cassanova, Bima is the strongest of the Pandawa Lima, and that's it. (I was even surprised that some people didn't confuse the Pandawa in Mahabharata epic with Pandawa Lima s the album title of one of the famous Indonesian Band). Well, for some reason, my generation doesn't watch wayang anymore, and most of (97%) comic here comes from Japan. We might be more familiar with the summer fest (a.k.a Bon Odori) in Japan more than our very own tradition. (no offense, i am a big anime fans too :P). I see almost zero attachment to our own root, our culture, our own local wisdom. When the topic of 'back to local wisdom' is elevated into the surface lately by some media, i doubt that my genration evemn knows what does it mean and what does it contain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very favorite character from Mahabharata epic didn't come from the  kingdom of 'hero' side (well, if we try to draw a line between black and white, hero and villain, which actually we can't do in interpreting Mahabharata, since it's not a Hollywood kinda war story of hero vs villain) but came from the kingdom of 'kurawa' (they are the sinister character here), named Bhisma. I've ever written a short one-page story about him as my english class paper..Bhisma is known for his great sacrifice (he sacrifice his throne, his chance to live as a king and marry a girl, and even swore to sacrifice his life, for the sake of his beloved father King Sentanu). This noble sacrifice is t eventually earned him a gift from Gods, the gift of deciding his own death. He was a very sharp minded,loyal politician, a Resi (priest)  and strong knight/hero (Ksatria) who loved his country (yeah, since he was there even before Pandawa and Kurawa born) so much and would sacrifice his best for his country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Bhisma would costs me more than one post, so let me just wrapped it!The first person at my age I've ever known (besides my Dad) who know about Bhisma is Chris, a friend who turned out to be a young writer of Wayang story, with one of his book entitled "Bhisma". I remember my first conversation with this debater friend , a few years ago. We were heading back from the Jogja Debating Forum session, when we started to run out of topic. Then I asked him a standard question - what kind of book he likes. It turn out to be a 3 hours conversation about Mahabharata and the book he was working on that time,  'Bhisma' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Wini, you're one of the very rare freaks I've met in my life.."&lt;br /&gt;" A freak? ME?"&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah..Wonder how people would stared at us if only they know why we spent three hours here AND what we're talking about. In this Hollywood global culture?Oh yeah, we're two freak who's talking about how cool Bhisma is instead of any other populist topic.."&lt;br /&gt;" ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah..In the realm culture where attachment towards our own root and culture become an anti paradox, we two were a freak aliens who talk about thing that almost none from our age would get..I guess that's a sacrifice I have to make to get at least someone to talk about Mahabharata and its lesson to. And to get closer to Bhisma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761648667346608125-1193828334088911041?l=fuzzysleepyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzysleepyme.blogspot.com/feeds/1193828334088911041/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761648667346608125&amp;postID=1193828334088911041' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761648667346608125/posts/default/1193828334088911041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761648667346608125/posts/default/1193828334088911041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzysleepyme.blogspot.com/2007/06/freak-and-bhisma.html' title='A freak and Bhisma.'/><author><name>-SleepyWini-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AOgA2Uh9oNo/TorQWzOjxrI/AAAAAAAAAi0/EMcgpjhBRPY/s220/beachballooncolorfulphotographyballoonsblue-fc33b87a641ce91884b9b2584f1e6759_h.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761648667346608125.post-5941487584347107668</id><published>2007-06-23T01:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T01:22:55.177+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a little education review'/><title type='text'>Test (and lil bit glance on UAN#1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This post suppose to be a test post...my very first post on the blog. Well, naturally people like to test new thing, to ensure that it works well (at least at the first time we use it) and to ensure its reliability and accountability. The decent test should be held not only once or twice at the beginning, but it should be held regularly as the check and balance mechanism and as evaluation towards this 'thing'. whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The word 'test' remind me to the Indonesian education system with its famous cumbersome, full of critic, contradicting and rather immature test (or, exam) mechanism called &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;UAN (Ujian Akhir Nasional&lt;/span&gt; ; National Final Examination) or which lately has been changed (name-wise) into &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;UN&lt;/span&gt; or National Exam. The only ultimate parameter of graduating from high school, which score the three basic subjects of math, english and bahasa Indonesia in three days test, and neglecting the other subjects and parameters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This test is considered immature since it is conduct nationally, applying the same national standard without regards to the very diverse and big disparity of educational quality and facility amongst provinces. It is true that this can motivate and urge government, both central and local, and the other stakeholder to improve education qualities and facilities in each region to meet national standard. But it seems as a long run practice, while the government suddenly apply this UAN without any further effort on improving the quality of education and reducing education quality gap among provinces and regions before this UAN was officially held. Imagine the gap between a fancy state high school 8 (which by the way, the very prestigious and well-facilitated high school) in jakarta and a high school in remote area somewhere in papua or kalimantan, or even in a distant village in java, which generally less equipped with facilities and qualified teacher (knock knock mr.ministry of education, remember our problem of lack of qualified teacher and its fair distribution??) and often have no library or the up-to-date book. With this gap, would it be fair to implement the same national standard scoring and test? Well, it would be fair if the government assure the (at least the minimum) standard quality of high school - its teacher, its facilities, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In further implication, the practice of UAN is also full of flaws .but i think cheating (both by student AND the teacher, in many possible slick ways ) can happen in ANY kind of tests. UAN might just put more burden and stress on some people thus it motivates them more (and gives them more incentives) to cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was a bit shocked when last year i heard that a sister of a friend failed the UAN (which mean she cant graduate from high school) - since she's a national physic olympic participant - and even more shocked to hear that many of the student which got direct merit admission for some prestigious university due to their high school academic excellence also failed this UAN and lost their chance. One of this failed student even got the scholarship to a university in Germany.Hmm..no wonder that after the 2006's UAN, The civil law suit done by students who felt that their right is being immensely violated. This case is eventually granted by the judge of central jakarta state court...Now THAT's a real test for the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^well...so far..this is it for the test post ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761648667346608125-5941487584347107668?l=fuzzysleepyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fuzzysleepyme.blogspot.com/feeds/5941487584347107668/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761648667346608125&amp;postID=5941487584347107668' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761648667346608125/posts/default/5941487584347107668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761648667346608125/posts/default/5941487584347107668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fuzzysleepyme.blogspot.com/2007/06/test-and-lil-bit-glance-on-uan1.html' title='Test (and lil bit glance on UAN#1)'/><author><name>-SleepyWini-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AOgA2Uh9oNo/TorQWzOjxrI/AAAAAAAAAi0/EMcgpjhBRPY/s220/beachballooncolorfulphotographyballoonsblue-fc33b87a641ce91884b9b2584f1e6759_h.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
