THE HIP

New PC Yayness!

2010-02-06T20:00:00.000+07:00

After 4 years of being satisfied by using outdated laptop for my gaming and everyday need, I finally able to purchase a full blown medium performance gaming rig. With brainpower of Athlon II X2 245, bloodstream of AMD 785G with 128MB HD4200 integrated graphic , 4GB (!) of RAM, RADEON HD 5770 (!) and some 600 GB Harddisk with integrated sound card. Praise Allah for allowing me to purchase this rig.

I finally able to play 3D RPG games with cool framerates again. My last 3D RPG games is Sword of The New World: Granado Espada (US Version). I remember two years ago that I have to grit my teeth everytime we went clan war and boss raid. I got expelled once from a clan because my laptop can not cope with the load during boss raid. Pity, pity me.

I remember I was baffled because I can not even play Sim City: Society. I know that my life on my Toshiba laptop will be limited to Colonization, and I can not even play Colonization right..not with its stuttering and slowpokeness.

So yeah, I finally decided to bust my bank, liquidify my mutual fund, and contacted a forum recommended PC builder for a spec and quotation. I got the quotation, agreed on the spec, and transfer the fund away. I don't really care if they stole it and runaway. I was that desperate.

And it seems my trust got paid off. I can now play Modern Warfare 2, Risen, Civ IV:Colonization right. Here's hoping that I can play CnC 3 and Last Remnant right too :)

And yeah: Windows 7 rocks!

So, What's Up?

2010-01-19T07:43:00.000+07:00

This is just some random posting, like so many random postings that I have made before. Nothing in particular is themed for this posting. Nothing at all.

Probably a dash of Blackest Night? Shameless, shameless plug there, Zenstrive!

Home Ownership Loan, Syariah Way

2010-01-10T10:19:00.000+07:00

My brain is a wonderful thing. Sometimes ideas just popped out like that after my nerves chew on ideas inputted by my sensory system. One of those ideas today is on how to do home ownership loan, syariah way.

The idea is simple: In Islam, you must not put interests on loan. You can only demand a portion of the ownership of whatever activities that is funded by that loan. Now the trick is for banks not to call it a home ownership loan, but home ownership capital. That way, a bank can demand a portion of home ownership legalized in a form of certification of ownership. The bank can then sell this participation of ownership to investors, for a profit of course. That investors can then claim a portion of profits if the home owner decide to sell the house or rent it.

The catch is the assumption that a price of a house will always increase or there will always be renters. That's a normal assumption, and an assumption that can be justified by the bank or investors: they will not agree to sell a house or rent it if the price is not right.

See, how simple can it be? No interests, no bubbles, no worries.

Forex and Stuffs

2010-01-09T15:49:00.000+07:00

t First Twitter, and then Facebook allow people to express their feelings in short notes. It makes people lazy. It makes me lazy. You see, there are times when I can write long and nonsense articles (just browse around this blog) if you like.

Anyway, I have profited steadily from forex lately. What is forex, you ask? Formally it is an abbreviation of Foreign Currency Exchange, where you can get profit from changing exchange rates of different currencies, mainly US Dollars (USD), Poundsterling (GBP), Swiss Franc (CHF), and Euro (EUR). Forex market is the most liquid and biggest monetary market in the world. It's the biggest, and also the cruelest market you can ever be in. The profits could catapult you to the moon, or drown you to The Mariana Trench. Really, it's that liquid, that scary, and that addictive. Just take a look at me: three times burn out of capitals, but come back for more punishments. So far, I am doing okay for three weeks. Let's see if I can last a year. If I can, and I am on the profit rate that I am in now, well, bye bye 7-5 work. Bye-bye bosses. Welcome lazy life and all day playing.

Hey, one can dream, right? So, if you want to get a taste of forex, register to Marketiva, the best poor man forex broker you can find. It's so poor man's friendly, it gives real US$ 5 dollar and virtual US$ 10000 for you to train with. Train yourself hard, understand the charts, the indicators, and how to put positions. This is my personal tips: learn MACD and the power of compoundings.

So, what else? Oh yeah, I found myself becoming more and more militant on the case of Islam. Not as militant as some terorrists ("Islamic terrorists" are really CIA's work to slowdown the imminent return of Islam as dominant power in 21st century) but militant enough to challenge the minds of those "liberalisms and pluralism thingkers" (read mind terrorists). So hopefully I can help, albeit a little, on culling those vermins and keep Islam pure. Do you know that Liberalist Jews have been having homosexual rabbis for years? True.

Anyway, have a good day :)

Scaffoldings in My Garden

2009-12-27T04:49:00.000+07:00

I live in a row of homes that are attached to one another. We share walls.

About two months ago, the next door's home began an expansion project. It expand the house on the backside and upside. Soon, my lawn got messy from their cements, sacks, cigarette boxes, and debris. One day the foreman came and I asked them, rather furiously, to order his men to clean up my lawn.

One month ago, when I came home, I found that the labors from the next door's home expansion project had erected scaffoldings on my lawn, since they need to do something to the heightened wall of that house. The problem is, nobody told me about this and I got furious and asked the labor who ordered them to erected the scaffoldings. They told me that their foreman ordered them to do it. I asked them why didn't the foreman ask me first. They said because no one was at my home. Then I asked them again would it be polite to erect something on someone's lawn without the owner's permission. They said no. I said pull down the scaffoldings and they did it. I said clean up my lawn from your cements and they did it.

Two weeks ago a new foreman asked me whether they can re-erect the scaffoldings or not and I said no. Not without compensations.

Yesterday the foreman and another guy give me a letter saying that they will clean up any mess caused by the erection of the scaffoldings. I said letter or no letter, scaffoldings or no scaffoldings, IT IS THEIR OBLIGATION TO CLEAN UP ANY MESS caused by their project. There is no mention of compensations of using my lawn on that letter, so I gave them the letter back.

The lady who sold me my house then called me and asked me what's the problem, and I asked her back: would you let someone put a scaffolding on your lawn, without your permissions, and without you being compensated for it? She said no, and I said that's the problem. I also said that my water tandon has not been fixed, my walls has not been repainted, and my garden lamp has not been installed, not to mention the cover for the drain hole on my bathroom has not been installed yet.

And yesterday my ground floor's ceiling was leaking.

So there. The problem have not been resolved yet. What do you think? Would you be furious if someone erect a scaffolding on your lawn without you being told and compensated for?

Pickpocket on The Door

2009-12-22T17:28:00.001+07:00

Jakarta is truly a beast that feeds on the greed of the rich and desperation of the poor. It inhales their hopes and kindness and exhales a mood of gloom.

I have known Jakarta since 1990, almost 20 years ago, and Jakarta back then is the same as Jakarta now: unruly, choking, and exudes excessiveness while proud of being vainglorious.

It's been a while since I am in touch with the low way of lives of Jakarta, live of Metromini, smokers at every corners, and of flooded street and criminals on every spot.

These are my two horrendous experiences when doing so.

One: I almost got rob by the "Door Stoppers". These pickpockets and robbers in neat costumes of shirts and long pants and good shoes do their operations using the fact that a metromini (that orange bus that you see everywhere in Jakarta) has two narrow doors that people can use to get out. Two of these Door Stoppers will block each door when someone has signaled that he wants to go down. They will block this (or these) passenger(s) with every reasons possible. Their friends will then pickpockets or open the zippers of their bags while the passengers panic. You need to bulldoze your way out of the bus if this kind of things happen to me. I did it as soon as a man blocked my door and repeatedly telling the driver to keep on going while I want to go out of the bus. I then knock the bus roof hard and bulldoze my way out through the man. I found my bag's zippers half open. Thanks God nothing was stolen.

Two: I hate smokers, and I hate smokers who SEE that there is a no smoking sign around and STILL SMOKE ANYWAY! God, the IQ of those stupid smokers. You can find it everywhere in Jakarta, even in AIRPORT, and even after the good officers herd them to the smoking areas. I hate smokers, they are the cause that the earth is heating up!

I still hate Jakarta

I Am A Celebrity

2009-12-14T18:30:00.000+07:00

For this year alone, I have been in local newspapers (by local I mean provincial wide) THREE TIMES! The first two are related to photography, and the last one was related to the fact that I spoke in front of 200+ petroleum engineering students, giving them some education, freely.

What have I done to deserve this spotlight? Surely something, right ;) ?

Wohoo! I am celebrity!

Forex Fellowship

2009-12-06T14:06:00.003+07:00

I don't know what to write, but I want to write something, so I write this post.

Let's see, what should I write....

What about my 77%+ loss on Forex last Friday? That is, boys and girls, the result of a forex trader being greedy gambler. When I was being a technical trader, I can change 1.1 to 6.6 in 2.5 months, but when I was a gambler, I changed 1006 to US$ 237 to in a blink of an eye.

Ladies and Gentlemen, if you are forex traders, don't gamble.

What's next?

What about Fellowship? This D&D styled fantasy game is the closest you can get on facebook to playing pen-and-paper styled RPG. It has unique playable races: Faun and Undead. Really, UNDEAD! As in people who has died and decided to be alive again. They are around, normally unliving among the people. One of them even decided to become pharmacists and can be found selling healing potions and magic scrolls. The others are standard Humans, Elves, Dwarves, and Orcs. The classes are thieves, mages, knights, warriors, clerics, and hunters. The quests are basic of one single type: monster killing. Looks boring, but strangely this type is addictive to me. I guess fighting and making strategies are two things that can be combined to please me. Try it. it's good.

Another game that is built upon Fellowship engine is Underworld. It feels the same, but using mafia-type characters and quests as its world.

And oh yeah, I have updated comics on my little project. Tales of Vanima Forest, A Present:Tales of Valeshka, and White Dragon are updated. Thanks for your visit there.

The Regression of Soesilo Bambang Yudhoyono

2009-12-04T17:53:00.002+07:00

Once an icon of Indonesia's renewal, Soesilo Bambang Yudhoyono has been slowly regressing into an icon of continuation of the old regime of Soeharto. He bowed down to the wishes of USA, he protected the donors of his party from the trial for corruptions, and he began to lay foundations for his dynasty to rule Indonesia by raising his son into prominence.

His act of quickly kicked out of office two vice chairmen of the Corruption Eradication Comission, Bibit Samad Rianto and Chandra, after they were forcefully captured by the police due to charges and quickly installing his own people to replace them showed that SBY wants to put this important Comission under his thrall to be molded as he pleases.

His concerted effort together with Chief of Police and General Attorney quickly ignited a resistance force from 1.3 million of Indonesian facebook users. A man formed a group to support Bibit-Chandra and in two weeks, 1 million people joined the campaign, triggering a media circus of Chief of Police explaining his men acts with stupid logics and legal mumbo-jumbo. During this media circus, the General Attorney also acts like they are sure that Bibit-Chandra accepted a bribe because they have proofs: parking tickets and photos of the cars parked in the supposed place of bribe taking.

One public hearing of some recorded wiretap later, Chief of Police and General Attorney had their collective face smeared by Anggodo, little brother of Anggoro (the chinese taipan who bribed so many people he exiled himself to Singapore, the country that protects corruptors). Anggodo clearly, on some wiretap recordings, can be heard ordering police officers, notably Head of Police Criminal Investigation Bureau, the things he would like to have them write. Soon Anggodo got tangled into the media circus and turn it into a cesspool of lies, deceits, disgusting oaths, and bare stupidities.

And what SBY did was washing his hands off the case and told an ad-hoc "verification comittee" to see to it and give recommendations and then left to enjoy sucking uncle sam's balls.

Even after the comittee gave him some recommendations, SBY didn't do anything but gave speech that give absolutely no clear indications on what he wants to do. SBY, once again, washed his hands off.

He need to stay away from his failing efforts to rule CEC and focusing on evading another potential bomb: The Century Bank Bailout.

6.7 billion rupiahs, roughly 600 million dollars, was poured into a cancerous bank who had shown no good intentions to be healthy and got robbed by its own owner. Said to be done to prevent "cascading failure of economic system", it was shown that the monetary authority had severed several of its own rules to help this stupid bank.

There are rumors that those 6.7 billion rupiahs were sapped through labyrinthine process by Democrat Party's treasurers to be used as their campaign money. If this process got proven, then SBY will fall along with the entire Democrat Party.

SBY swore his innocence and has been dodging this accusations for weeks, without actually giving out proofs of his innocences.

The former governor of Bank Indonesia, now Vice President, had said over and over again that during the turbulent world financial crisis (and surprisingly healthy Indonesia's condition), Century Bank's ailment need to be cured instantly. This didn't sit well with Financial Auditor Authority of Indonesia who found inconsistencies and omissions done by Bank Indonesia in regards of this sick but favored Bank.

If SBY shows no clear acts for both Bibit-Chandra and Century Bank problems, his rule might be seen as tainted and Democrat Party could be well join the Pariah rank of PDIP and Golkar.

That if SBY has not been doing black ops to ensure Democrat Party victory in 2014.

Faith and Sacrifice

2009-11-27T09:17:00.001+07:00

Happy Ied Al-Adha for muslim brothers and sisters all over the world. This is the day when we remember the faithful father who was willing to slit the throat of his beloved son. His faith so unwavering, his son's faith so soothing, and their willingness to follow Allah's Commands to the fault is inspiring. They questioned His Order minimally and did what they are told. For that unwavering faith, they are immortalized by the billions who follow their faiths. Ibrahim and Ismail are the greatest examples of faith so strong they are willing to kill themselves.

But Allah was not willing for a father to kill a son, so he replaced Ismail with a strong, healthy, fat goat. Allah made them pioneer of the rites we Muslims are doing today: sacrifice lambs, goats, cows, camels, and other cattle but not for Allah but for our brothers and sisters who are not so lucky. Allah only want our pure intentions and not the meat and fur of the cattle.

So follow Ibrahim and Ismail, make sacrifices with pure intentions to follow Allah only and you will be rewarded fully!

Good Foods in Balikpapan

2009-10-31T10:51:00.002+07:00

Some of the good eating place in Balikpapan I found after one month living in Balikpapan:

Rawon Empal (meat with black soup): At Balikpapan baru front commercial place, next to an electric shop. Rawon Empal from this place is soooo good it makes me always want to go there. They also sell Soto Ayam and Bakpau (meatbun).

Ayam Goreng Presiden (President Fried Chicken): on Balikpapan Baru Fantasy Junction, try to locate this place. It is on the outer side of the Fantasy Junction near the road that lead to Sungai Ampal. The fried chicken in this place is so delicious it melts my mouth.

Solaria on Hypermart Balikpapan: Rawon in this place is delicious. Try it if you go to Hypermart Balikpapan.

Ayam Goreng Penyet: if you go from Sungai Ampal toward Index Furnishing direction, take a left turn and take the road toward Kimia Farma, but watch out for an eating place offering this ayam goreng penyet (squeezed fried chicken). Good taste, good price.

Seqo Ayam Lawuh Lodo: If you go toward Sungai Ampal from Gunung Guntur or Karang Rejo, don't miss this place. Only open at night, placed right after the motorbike only fuelstation. The spiced fried chicken in this place is top notch!

A Week of Masuk Angin and Et Cetera

2009-10-25T08:43:00.003+07:00

There are lotsa things happening for the last week. Many-many things. Let's see.

From Monday to Wednesday I tried to replace my breakfast of Nasi Kuning (Yellow Rice) with four loaves of bread with jam and peanut butter. I can hold on for three days and but my body went haywire on the third night. At first I thought I was just tired. I reverted back to Nasi Kuning as breakfast but with no luck. For three days my head was pounding with headache. On Friday my back got hurt. This is the classic signs of "Masuk Angin (wind intrusion)". You won't find this in medical reference, this is one of those Only in Indonesia items :)

The medical reference tells me about deposition of lactic acid on my body that is caused by cold draft of air conditioners or winds. Make sense. I drive motorbike each day to get me everywhere and causing me to be pounded by wind drafts on my chest. I have air conditioner on my house to cope with Balikpapan hot and humid climate. Plus, the rainy season seems to have come to Balikpapan.

So I decided to do what traditionally have been done by many people: back scratching. I applied warming balm on my temples, back of my neck, and my back and then scratch those places with a singaporean coin. Not much help there. When my cousin who accompanied me each night came home, I told him to scratch me because I have Masuk Angin. He then scrathed me. The results? I feel better and able to sleep deeper than previous three days. So deep, I awoke this morning at 7 a.m although I slept at 9 p.m last night. I slept for 10 hours. Probably because my body demands those lost sleep hours.

Okay, enough about that.

I lived in a row of newly or being built houses that are built close to each other. My neighboring house on my left has been undergoing expansion for more than week now. The pounding of hammers, the cutting of the woods, the grinding of the grindstones, the screamings of the working labors now accompany me each weekend. Not that I am that bothered with the sounds, I am simply worried that their works will collapse my walls because you can feel their pounding on my walls. Yeah, the house were built that close.

This week also marked my first week returning to after office fun volley ball session after so many weeks absent. It was fun. We play simply for the laughs and to find some good sweat to let go that feel of cold and dryness we get after a day inside a cooled box that is our office. It has been a fun occassion for participants every thursday. Besides biking and walking, this is my only sport ;)

Two guys come to my house yesterday's afternoon. They offered me curtain making to adore and protect my house. I agreed to their offers and but I told them that I can not pay them right away since I have budgeting allocations already for my wedding, my housing loan annuity, and day to day lives. They understand that and will be waiting for my call. Always good to have people with good skills come to offer their services directly at home. I have had a guy offered me to make a canopy on my carport but I refused cause I have no car, just a bike. I also had a guy offered me to make precipitation tank for my water supply but I refused cause the water supply is in adequate quality already.

That's my update as Lord of A Small House :)

Incompetencies and Snobs

2009-10-17T05:47:00.003+07:00

I work for a multinational company that is proud of their excellencies in work ethics and punctualities; a bastion of qualities, if you will. I have been working for this particular companies for a year and four months after having my tenure for other company of the same field but lesser remunerations (and qualities).

This week, from wednesday to thursday, I attented training on MERAK PEEP, a software that help petroleum engineers and business planners to asses the value of a project. It was a good training, both refreshing and eye opening. There are more to this software beyond what I have been doing with it. It's a good training all and all, although the room where the training was done could benefit more from less air conditioning. Felt like I was in the mountain but without the fresh air.

The weather was not altogether sunny. Gloom with heavy rain poured several times during days and nights. Not that I have trouble with the weather. Transports are available on call if I want to go somewhere in the complex where the training was held. They are usually reliable.

But there is no such things as 100% reliable. The last day in the compound, where I was supposed to be picked up at 6.30 a.m, turned out to be a day where incompetencies accumulated. The story goes like the following:

My friend and me have a flight at 9.10 a.m. We need to be at the airport at 8.10 at least to have proper check-in. This being Indonesia and all, you can not at 100% sure that the schedule would go as planned. Sometimes they are late, but surprise surprise, sometimes they are much earlier. So we Indonesian need to go to airport TWO HOURS earlier than flight schedule just to be sure.

So yeah, we wanted to be picked up at 6.30 a.m jut to make sure.

So then it was 6.45 a.m. Several pick up cars went by and none of them were scheduled to pick us up. We were curious, so we call the transport dispatcher. He said the car is rolling.

7 a.m. No cars were coming. My friend go furious and called the dispatcher again and this time they said that the car has just been rolled out. Stupid, my friend said, we clearly ordered 6.30!

7.15. No cars were coming. We got furious. My friend called the dispatcher and unload his anger to him. The dispatcher apologized and said the car was in another location, picking up some guys who are still eating.

At this point our anger welled up.

7.30 the car came, bring with him two other passangers. Young, inexperienced, but looked like spoilt brait and downright snobbish.

So we got in the car, and the driver gave no apologizes whatsoever. I kept my silence, but my friend blew up in anger and got furious with the driver. The driver pointed at his early passangers. Then my friend got furious with the early passangers who looked like a bunch of new recruits with no field experiences and ego as inflated as the wall street before the toxic credits meltdown. My friend lashed out time and time again during the drive from the compound to the airport. He blamed the other passangers for not attentive to the times and for making us suffer because we were forced to skip breakfast and wait for an hour while they enjoy their morning with breakfast. He then looked at the supposed scheduling of the driver and pointed out that the other two passengers supposed to be picked up at 6.30 too but they showed their incompetencies, non-punctualities, irresponsibilites and their insensitivities by ordering breakfast at 6.30 and kept us waiting while they eat.

Finally, after my friend lashed out for half an hour or so, one of the young ones, the snobbiest looking of them, explained that they ordered the car to be arrive at 7 a.m.

So my friend then lashed out at the driver and said why didn't he picked us up first if their schedule was 7 a.m? The driver said it was the dispatcher who told us to pick them first. Then he grunted and got furious with the dispatcher.

At this point, we are not sure whose to blame. The fact is that we were discarded, misinformed, and kept hungry due to the non-punctuality of the transportation.

It was ten minutes after checked in that we are told to board the plane. What if the driver picked us up 50 minutes past 7?We would be discarded even more!

And to our surprise, the snobs were nowhere to be found, so we assumed they are flying with company plane that the passengers supposed to be get picked up by BUS AND NOT BY CAR!

The incompetencies baffled me.

It was good that the driver and those two snobs utter their apologizes, otherwise we would curse them forever.

Miyabi as potential Autocatalyzed Demoralization

2009-10-12T09:55:00.001+07:00

One: By acknowledging that some parts of our college students or college graduates have Miyabi embedded so deep in their culture, deep enough for them to write a story about a storymaker who are so enthralled by Miyabi he wants to kidnap her; deep enough for a filmmaker gang to consider the story worth filming and not hesitant on doing so is so...I don't know, not signaling a good paths on the way the culture of this nation will go forward.

Two: By putting Miyabi, a proven, open wide, full frontal, pornographic cultural icon into our fledgling modern movie industries which already filled with half-baked pornographic elements will potentially be setting back the Indonesian movie industries clock to a decade or two decades ago where the movies produced are either crotch oriented or scream oriented. The industry will fall into a trap of easy movie making instead of going the way of more intelligent movies like Ada Apa dengan Cinta and Merantau. You can point the blame on moviegoers also, but if the industry refuse to go the way of Gadis Metropolitan and strive forward to produce modern, good, and educating movies (hey, even Knocked Up and Pineapple Express is an educating movie, albeit a little "adult"), then the moviegoers will get educated, and soon the entire industri will autocatalyzed into something better.

But if Miyabi is set on stone and make into a trend, then, wow, can not imagine what if there is a story about kidnapping Julia Perez or kidnapping Sarah Azhari in the future.....

Three: The underlying problem about religion, especially in an Islam dominated country, will trigger several morale and cultural debates, aside from obvious religious debates. The fact that some of you already pointed out that it is given that Indonesian people are morally hypocritical is not helping either. Pointing out the obvious is easy, painting people's value by using general stereotype is not helping, and acting like the cultural perversion is not a big thing (everybody does Miyabi, so what?) is aggravating the already confused grass root people.

Where should they go if the rise of Ayat-ayat Cinta and Ketika Cinta Bertasbih 1 and 2 is contemporary with the rise of Paku Kuntilanak and Menculik Miyabi? Where should they go if the rise of Jilbab as fashion trend is contemporary with the coronation of Putri Indonesia who comes from a place traditionally associated with Jilbab but doesn't use one?

The (alas) inevitable arrival of Miyabi should be seen with wary eyes to those who feel that something is amiss in the modern culture of Indonesian middle class. That something is clear moral direction.

Lord of Small House - Brooms, Mops, and Laundry

2009-10-12T04:43:00.006+07:00

A task of any homeowners everywhere is to fill up their houses with things used daily: mops, brooms, ironing tables, chairs, racks for dishes, utensils, etc. I just did this task yesterday, bought everything up in the local Hypermart, a giant hypermarket with everything in it. I bought a hammer, dishwashing sponge, two small boxes, an ironing table, a foldable chair, a broom, a mop, dust collector, small dish rack, naphthalene, clothlines, foldable cloth hanger, etc. Those things make my little house looks more like a house than before ;)

Being a lone lord of a small house, I simply unable to wash my clothes alone and have to send them to a laundry. The way the laundry works is that you put your laundry in, they measure the weight of the whole package and charge you accordingly, and you get them after three days.

That's how it supposes to work.

But the thing is: sometimes they are not able to finish it in three days due to varius reasons such as broken washing machine, crazy weather, etc. I need to very cautious with my clothes and use them as required only. I even need to do laundry on my own underwear on my own least I don't have ones when required. I guess being a lone fighter teaches you to be wary of everything.

My Lot

2009-10-09T18:43:00.001+07:00

I am now proclaiming that I have a myLot User Profile

That's it. Enjoy.

My real lot, however, is at the biggest private housing complex in Balikpapan, Balikpapan Baru :)

I Am Stories

2009-10-08T18:38:00.002+07:00

For the past few years, I have been thinking that my true life is to tell stories to people. I love thinking about stories. I also love to simply does random story telling in my head, for my own pleasure. It feels that stories I composed and played in my head are my own tranquilizer, my crack, my dope, my weed. I feel calm after playing them.

Is there any psychological explanation for such condition? No? Then let me compose a story about it anyway, on my own term, for my own pleasure.

There are stories in my head I wish to share to all. This is one of them. Tales of Vanima Forest is a tale of high fantasy set on a world called Earth, where sentient races live and fight to continue for their lives. It features Elves, Orcs, Gnomes, Dwarvs, Goblins, Trolls, and Humans, twenty thousands years since the fall of the Split Star.

Please follow it :)

Hanging There

2009-10-07T08:13:00.002+07:00

There is nothing more shameful than to see the representatives of people DOZING OFF on their first day of the job.

I simply can not understand the mentality of these so called representatives. They spent billions of rupiah each month to enrich themselves and they can not, at least, sit right up and be sober on their jobs.

I simply can not understand...

But what I can understand is the fact that they do something hard, and that something is not being a representative, but being the henchmen of some cabal of manipulative bastards (read: the army and their protected businessmen).

They are like a plague that needs to be get rid of. 550+ people spending billion of rupiah each month for nothing but messing with the executive branch.

The Lost

2009-10-06T03:25:00.000+07:00

Being lonely at night, in a two storied house with two bedrooms and a bathroom, one can somehow get the feeling that he is, in fact, kinda lost.

Lost in his loneliness. Lost in a place no one is seeing. Lost in a place some people would call depressive.

Somehow, I simply love being lost. Being lost sometimes can force me to think, and when I am forced to think, I will simply move. When I move, no one can stop time till I got exhausted or I simply lost the drive behind what I do.

Lately I have been thinking that I lost something that keeps me going. But after awhile, I came to the conclusion that I didn't lose anything, I simply burdened by something I am kinda opposite to. That something is growing up. Become responsible. Become planner for the future. Prepare self for making a family.

Grow up.

For some, growing up could simply mean becoming lost in a world that they have never know how to adapt. For me, growing up is a progress I need to take slow.

But the world has never allowed me to go slow and force me to stroll along in a continuous path. Move here, do that, do this, come here, go there, up, down, left, right, stay, move.

After thinking for awhile, I come to conclusion that I somehow need to get lost. To shed myself of the burden of growing up and take responsibility. For awhile, not forever. Little time to find my core, to truly root myself to something stable.

To truly know who I am and what I need to be, I need to be lost.

To seek guidance from within, I need to let go of the hands that have been holding me.

To truly become me, I need to undo my current self.

I need to become The Lost.

Sunday Walk is For The Health

2009-10-05T09:59:00.004+07:00

Got out of home yesterday, 6.30 in the morning. The sky is cloudy. The housing complex streets were empty. My feet were anxious. So I put on my training and shoes and walk out. Simply walk, enjoying the idle morning and also trying to get to know my new habitat.

It turns out there was an aerobic session held in Fantasy Junction area of Balikpapan Baru. I don't know if that session is weekly or just that. I hope it's weekly cause I think I need to do aerobic.

It turns out my housing complex is only one of so many housing complex that form a megacomplex. There are Balikpapan Baru housing complex, Regional Government (PEMDA) housing complex, WIKA housing complex, and so on. I started from one of BB housing complex cluster and ended up on the mouth of PEMDA housing complex.

It turns out that each sunday morning food stalls are already open. There are various food stalls available for hungry morning walkers like me. I chose two portions of Nasi Kuning (Yellow Rice) complete with chickens and boiled eggs. One for me and one for my cousing who keeps me company each night.

After I bought the nasi kuning for breakfast, I walked home, sweaty and all. Got home, and I eat one portion of the nasi kuning and drink water, sweat pouring from my pores. The thing with me is that I hardly sweat during walking or running, but AFTER walking or running and stop will I sweat. A lot. Especially if I eat something spicy afterward. Hot spice (chili, pepper) and me are enemies.

Well, it was a healthy sunday walk. I think I will try walking again this afternoon, just to try.

Gray Sky Is Not Humanly

2009-10-03T06:48:00.003+07:00

For a week now I have been under a gray sky here in Balikpapan. I have told you about the burning woods in South and Central Kalimantan, and those burnt woods are still smoldering smokes and the fire is still raging. Smoke is nowhere to be gone, even after reaching second week of smokefest.

Now the sky is grayed even more with the rain that came down almost non-stop from wednesday night to friday night. The gray clouds are still hanging outside my windows now, adding the mood of laziness to this already mostly silent neighborhood.

Gray Sky Is Not Humanly.

As I rode my motorbike yesterday, the thought came to my mind. Not only does the gray sky add the overall feeling of gloom to the emotions of human underneath it, but it also reduces the colors of live, and if it persists, the feeling of laziness soon strike the heart of humans that look at it.

It is as if humanity is powered by the yellow sun, and gray cloud are the inhibitor of that power.

As for motorbike riders like myself, we think the gray cloud that hang above us as a spectre of potential hazards. The only things protecting us from torrent of rains that can come down suddenly are the clothes on our bodies and the helmets on our heads. We need to pull over to pull our respective rain deterrent equipments, but that's if we can pull over. If not, then we will be unceremoniously bathed in rain that pierced our bodies as we speed up to reach our destinations and risking to have tire slips or other kind of accidents caused by our helmet visor mostly covered by rain or the slippery roads.

And in motorbike dominated roads of Balikpapan, the potential of having accidents during rain is multiplied.

And I pray that the rain that was hitting my face as I speed up was not carrying acid that was born out of the reaction of the burning woods smoke and cloud-borne moisture.

Overall, Gray Sky Is Not Humanly.

Fire in The Forests, Quakes in the Waves, Tears in Their Eyes

2009-10-01T09:31:00.002+07:00

Indonesia is a country marred in disasters ever since Soesilo Bambang Yudhoyono (popularly known as SBY) took office. First the gigantic Indian Ocean Earthquake and Tsunami that killed hundred of thousands of Aceh people. Then quakes in other major islands of Indonesia such as Java and Sulawesi. Then forest fires. Then mudslides. So on and so on.

Following the Great 21st century Eearthquake, there has been a chain of non-stop Earthquakes happening in west coasts of Sumatra. The latest one was yesterday afternoon. 7.8 Richter scale Earthquake hit West Sumatra Province and has cause unmeasurable damages to the infrastructures and lives of people of West Sumatra.

Condolescences to them.

It will always feels devastating to see people uprooted from their homes, forced to cope with the elements with minimal equipments to do so.

It will always feel devastating to see children, innocent children, being exposed to ruins, elements, and overall feeling of glooms.

It will always feel devastating to see people having Natural disasters in their live.

And it will always feel enraging to see a head of a country, be it a president or a despot, happily, merrily enjoying his trip abroad while his people, his supposed masters, are in suffering.

SBY is having a leisure time in the USA, doing God knows what after G20 meeting and Harvard speech. Probably begging for more money. Probably plotting more conspiracies. Probably both.

Probably he doesn't know or doesn't care that the day before West Sumatra quakes, Jakarta began to suffer electrical brownouts due to a huge transformers went down and take Jakarta with it while giving out billowing smokes.

Probably he doesn't care that days before he left, Kalimantan (a.k.a Borneo) island, the largest island of Indonesia, has also been billowing celestial amount of smoke resulted from "forest fires". This gargantuan smoke has been blanketing Kalimantan for days, making the usually blue sky of Balikpapan gray. Gray sky that reminds me so much of the cursed polluted sky of Jakarta.

It gives me headache simply thinking about it.

Indonesia is country marred in disasters.

Lord of The Small House

2009-09-30T07:11:00.004+07:00

2 years ago, when I left this blog to mess around in Multiply and then Facebook, there was nothing, nothing, that could trigger something on my mind to purchase a house of my own.

But all was changed when I got a much, much better job from what I had that time. Three times the salary and in a city where there are malls but the traffic is not as horrendous as Jakarta. So I then moved to Balikpapan, where the air is clean and the beach is close to home and the traffic is not as killing as Jakarta.

I stayed for a month on a hotel first, courtesy of my new company. Then I moved to a rented room from June to August, then moved to rent a room on my auntie's home.
Come February, I met with a girl. A daughter of my father's friend's sister. An angel wrapped in a beautiful, tall, and slim body. I fell in love instantly.

I then visited her in her home in May, 2009. Got asked by her uncle, the leader of her larger family from her mother side, whether I am serious with her or not.

I said I do. So he asked me to propose.

A month later, I proposed. Got accepted by her large family.

Later that month, almost suicidally, I bought a house. A small house, two stories with two bedroom and a small bathroom. 75 meter square of building area and 140 meter square of land area.

September 2009, I moved out from my auntie's house and moved to this house.

My own house. It feels great. My own house! Finally!

After almost 30 years living in provided-by-company houses or parent's houses or rented rooms or relatives houses, having your own house is an enlightening experience.

Enlightening, because you need to quickly adapt and learn all there is about having your own house.

Such as:
Where are the furnitures? Oh...I need to buy them.
What the hell happening with the water? Oh, I need to call the fix-it guys.
What the hell is that noise? Oh, it's the sound of the gypsum reacting to the air conditioner's cold.
Why are the grasses so tall? Oh, I need to cut it off.

So much I.

Well, living in a house of my own on my own, I will have so many things I need to do by myself.

Thanksfully, I chose to buy a house in a housing complex that already matured and have shopping distric nearby. In that shopping district, there is a 24 hrs supermarket so I can just grab my motorcycle and drive there in the middle of the night if I need to. But then again, I don't need to since that place also have delivery service for items I need. So I simply need to call them and have the items delivered.

While I wash my clothes.

Remember that I need to buy my own furnitures? That apply to household appliances too! I have bought the fridge, the gas stoves, the water dispensers, the rice cooker, the iron,but I am yet to buy a washing machine. So I still wash my clothes by hand.

And hung them on my Manfrotto 682B self-standing monopod, one end on the window frame and the other end on the top of my plastic wardrobe. I was going to let the air conditioner dry them up, but I realized that would probably put humidity on my air conditioner faster and could have mold grown on them. So I simply opened the window.

Oh well. Need to wait if they are dry when I got home. That'd be the time when I wash the other clothes and then Iron the ones that are dry.

It's good to be the Lord of Your Own House :)

Paranoid Singapore

2007-04-09T03:19:00.000+07:00

Be careful at Changi.

I got this email from a friend's multipy who got it from a satrioarismunandar@yahoo.com

Apologies if you've read this email.

Regards
--
Eko Prasetyo

A FAMILY HOLIDAY RUINED BY ILLOGICAL SECURITY OFFICERS

Dear Mr. Foo,

My name is Sandra Tan (I/C number 7328669G). It is with great disappointment and distress that I am filing a complaint to you with regards to my situation.

My family (including myself, my husband, my daughter, and my son) planned a Darwin holiday for the March school vacation period and was supposed to depart on 09 March. Unfortunately, we were put in a situation by the security officers at the departure terminal, that was way beyond our control and we were not able to make our trip. The following is an account of what had happened: -

I entered the Immigration gantry at about 7.15pm with my daughter (Belle Lee, 13 yrs old) to have our passport scanned and our hand carry luggage checked whilst my husband (Lee Ming Chong) stayed behind with my son (Caius Lee, 8 yrs old) at the ticketing counter to sort out my son's visa.

After having mine and my Belle's passport scanned, we proceed to the security gantry to have our hand luggage and our bodies scanned. Belle passed the security gantry first, whilst I followed right behind her. A lady officer asked me to remove my boots for scanning, and I did as told immediately and put my boots inside the basket provided, for it to be scanned together with my hand luggage.

I then proceed to the metal detector of which I cleared without the gantry beeping or detecting any metal objects. I was then asked to collect my luggage and my boots. In the mean time, Belle was throwing away a sweet wrapper and retuning to me and saw me putting on my boots.

Belle then asked casually "Mummy, why do you have to remove your shoes?"

Whilst putting on my boots, I replied her and said that "they (the security officers) are afraid that we might keep bombs in our shoes (which is why I need to take it off to have it scanned)"

Immediately, a security officer standing at the conveyor belt (Stephen S Naidira) who was standing in front of me said with a very rude tone "repeat what you just said". I clarified with him what he meant - is it for me to repeat what I had told my daughter? He said loudly again, to repeat what I had just said. So I did exactly what he told me. I said to him that "my daughter asked me why I need to take off my shoes, and I told her that you guys (the security officers) are afraid that we will keep bombs in our shoes."

He immediately asked me to stand aside and said that he had to report it to his superior that I said the word "bomb" twice. Then an Indian lady (Sivamalar) at the customs started hurling at me and my daughter and said that I said the word "bomb" twice and it is against the law and I can be sent to jail and they are calling the police.

She (Sivamalar) was so loud and rude and she shoved us to the side, and refused to listen to my explanation. In fact, she got so aggressive that another officer Ricky Lim (I guess it's her supervisor) had to come forward to stop her from further attacking me and my daughter verbally, and specifically asked Sivamalar to "shut up". I told Ricky Lim that I would like to know the names of his staff because their attitude and rudeness were simply beyond any acceptable level.

Immediately Sivamalar got so angry and aggressive that she started charging at Ricky Lim and hurled "What?! What?! What?! She (she meant me) said the word "Bomb" twice, so what is wrong with arresting her (which is me) and we were told that if we heard the word twice, we will arrest!!"

At that time, Stephen S Naidira came to me again to intimidate me further by asking me to repeat what I said earlier to my daughter again. I refused to repeat again then because I believe he was deliberately asking me to repeat so that he can count the number of times that I mentioned the word "bomb".

I also believe that that the officers were deliberately provoking me by being rude and intimidating, in the hope that I will retaliate in kind, thereby making their unreasonable actions justifiable.

Despite my anger and the fact that my daughter was scared to tears by the situation, I knew I had to keep my cool. I sat aside with my daughter taking down names of the personnel involved on my mobile phone. I was told to wait for another officer of a higher rank to decide on the matter, and I was still hoping whoever the higher ranked officer that was coming will have the logical thinking to acknowledge that what I had said to my daughter was a simple, harmless private conversation taken completely out-of-context.

At about 7.30pm, the Sergeant-in- charge, Amran Buang came. After I explained the full context of the incident to him, he refused to make a decision and decided to escalate it further to the Auxiliary Police and State Police. He said that the word "bomb" is very sensitive and I should not have mentioned it twice.

I explained to him that I did not know saying the word "bomb" is against the law, and I further explained that I did not say the word "bomb" in a threatening context to the officer, the word "bomb" was taken completely out of context as part of an answer to my daughter's question.

Despite my explanation, he said he cannot make the decision and my case has to be escalated to higher authorities.

Meanwhile, at about 7.40pm, my son's visa cleared and my husband and my son came in through the customs. After knowing what had happened, my husband tried to talk to Sergeant Amran Buang, further explaining to him that we are just a family going on holiday and what I have said to my daughter had been taken out of context. Again, no one was bothered to listen.

And again, we were told to wait for another officer with an even higher ranking. With time ticking away and at 7.55pm with no sign of the higher authorities appearing, we knew then our hope of boarding our flight had diminished.

Whilst waiting, Stephen S Naidira (the security officer) gathered with a few security officers at the side, including Sivamalar to discuss how they should present their statement to the police when they arrive later to make sure that they are adequately covered, and that they are just following the rule and doing what they were told to do. They said by insisting that they are taking actions "by-the- book", they would be ok.

I hope by now you have a clear picture of the situation. My kids were both crying then, with more and more policemen arriving which scared the living daylights of them, and with no hope to continue our holiday plans.

I believe every action inside the terminal is recorded and I would insist that your review the CCTV recordings on that night to know that I am only stating the truth without exaggeration. You can also see that during the entire episode, I was not at any point defiant or rude or refused any further check by the officers, despite the infuriating situation that me and my family were put through.

I know it is important to stay vigilant to protect Singapore. I have young children, I know how important it is, which is why I complied without complaining when I had to remove my boots for scanning. However, here is an obvious case of the security officers trying to get away with their rudeness and aggressiveness by taking things way beyond what was necessary, in the name of following the security protocol.

They were really angry when I asked for their names from Mr. Ricky Lim, and they knew very well then that they can abuse their power to make things very difficult for me and my family.

At around 8.05pm, we were informed by the Tiger Airways personnel that the plane will have to depart and they will off-load our luggage from the plane. At around 8.10 p.m., the State Police and other policemen arrived to take our statement.

In the entire episode, the State Police and the SWISS PORT personnel were the only ones who conducted themselves professionally and offered us consolation and meaningful advice. They have also at some stages expressed their personal views that they acknowledged this incident was gravely mis-handled on the part of the security officers.

The State Police further confirmed that there is no case against us, and they would just need to complete the paperwork.

The Budget Terminal manager came to meet me and said that whilst he empathized with our situation, it is an airport security protocol and frankly, it's "just too bad" that this happened to us.

My statement and my daughter's statement only completed at about 10.45p.m. The counter service staff, Ms Nur Aisah Bte Ali Hassan was very helpful and advised us on our next steps. She was kind enough to ask us to return the next day to change the traveling dates and advised the additional charges involved.

I am not given a report for this case, but my case number with the State Police is P/20070309/0015. I was already told by the State Police that the case is closed without further action.

For the ordeal that my family had been put through, I would want an official reply from CAAS and all relevant authorities addressing the following:

-Whether the security officers were trained to handle passengers with such bad attitude and rudeness and if such actions by them are condoned by authorities. I would insist you to refer to the CCTV recordings during the period of the incident.

What actions would be taken by CAAS and all relevant authorities with reference to both the security officers, Mr. Stephen S Naidira ad Ms. Sivamalar, for their unruly behavior and attitude? Surely, characters as such do not belong to a national airport that aspired to be a world class traveling hub.

What actions would be taken by CAAS and all relevant authorities with reference to Sergeant Amran Buang, who had the authority to end this episode promptly, but instead decided to prolong our ordeal for no justifiable cause?

Is it a protocol that even after establishing the facts that we, as a family poses no security threat, there is still a need to escalate the matter to the authority and have the State Police and other policemen carry out a full investigations only to end up in vain?

Why is it that even at level of Sergeant, whom I reckon is better educated, experienced, and able to make logical sense of the whole situation, refuse to make a simple decision and end our ordeal quickly? Is this a Singapore civil service practice where decision making is pushed and shoved from one level to another no matter how obvious what the final decision should be from the very beginning?

Whether all the officers concern are properly trained and competent to handle such situation. Besides hardware (i.e. the protocol book), are they taught to apply the software (i.e. common senses)?

Is it really a protocol that as long as the word "bomb" is mentioned twice by a person (once being asked to repeat by the officer)??Then no matter what context, tone, situation and profile of the person who said it, it would not be taken into consideration?

What if my daughter instead of asking me a simple question about my shoes, decided to say: "mummy, according to news report, there are speculations that the recent Indonesian air crash may be attributed to a bomb inside the plane." Would your security officer would come up to her and ask her to repeat one more time, and she would be put under arrest?

Your staff kept telling me that saying the word "bomb" in the airport is illegal and I can go to jail. They quoted newspaper examples of how people have gone to jail because of that.

I think your staffs need to be trained to understand and differentiate situations and circumstances. As far as I knew, the people that went to jail had VERBALLY THREATENED staff members in the aviation service or had DELIBERATELY caused public alarm using sensitive words.

My case was clearly none of the above. Even if, I am saying if, indeed its illegal to mention the word "bomb" in the airport no matter what context, the person involved need to be warned ahead of time. You cannot arrest a person for committing something illegal when the person has no idea that the word is illegal in the first place.

Your staff could have given me a verbal warning to say that such sensitive words should be refrained in the airport and I would have walk away remembering the warning. But instead, they decide to let the matter escalate further.

Who is to compensate for the expenses that are already incurred and forfeited for this trip, and our emotional stress and duress during the entire episode?

The total cost incurred, including air tickets, accommodation, and land tours amount to about $4,200. We had to put up with hours of humiliation with more than twenty policemen and officials surrounding us, questioning us, checking our luggage through and through.

We had put up with never-ending questioning from different departments, and best of all, repeated checks on my same pair of boots. My kids were terrified, puzzled, disappointed and exhausted from this entire ordeal.

My husband and I are left with one week of applied leave and no vacation and holiday to look forward to.

I would like to state that not everyone that we came across in this episode had been unpleasant. I wish to take this opportunity to express my gratitude for the empathy shown by the State Police and the SWISS PORT personnel.

I will be waiting for your reply. Please let me know when to expect it in email. In the mean time, I may seek legal advice for my rights and entitlement in this incident.

Yours sincerely

Sandra Tan Hong Lian I/C: S7328669G Blk 148, Tampines Ave. 5 #04-284, Singapore 521148 Mobile: 81236990

Canon Powershot TX1

2007-03-07T18:58:00.000+07:00

I am a sucker for Canon's Digicam, so the moment I saw this baby, I am instantly in love!! Man, 10x zoom (!) digital camera that can do hi-res movie and sized nothing like its bulky 10x zoom brethrens! Gotta have this one! But first, another Canon, but this time Canon Pixma MP800!

End of Suckness, Start of Fuckness

2007-03-01T20:54:00.000+07:00

Pardon my language, but that's how I feel right now. You see, it was three fucking weeks offshore and cut off from all nice vista of big metropolitan, and what did I get when I got home? So so appraisal from supervisor, no off-days given, and my home PC is unable to be booted up.

I wonder what have I done to deserve this?

Or is this simply a warning signs for me to get out from my old life and get a new life? Yeah...that's probably is....

The next question, what will the next life be for a lost boy? Next life that won't be sucky?

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2007-02-28T20:07:00.000+07:00

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Kurau Field Trip - Pig Valentine - Week 2

2007-02-20T19:35:00.000+07:00

Today is day 14, and tomorrow is day 15.
And tomorrow i won't be coming home.

Geh.

You see, I have ranted here and there again about the perilous and ubiquotious uncertainty. And I have ranted here and there about the annoying and forever threatening field trip extension. And I have complained about how the mix of two can ruin a young, creative, full of imagination young man's life.

And for this Pig Valentine week, those mix are served to me on daily basis.

And here I am, gaining age and losing my allocation on earth with anticipations.

Darn it.

US$ 40 Comic Book

2007-02-18T10:38:00.000+07:00

Will you buy a US$ 40 Comic Book?

No?

What about if I say the comic is full colour? Hmm?

Still not convinced?

What about if I say it has 180 pages, all full colour? Still having doubt?

What about if I say those 180 pages are free from advertising? NO ADS WHATSOEVER !

Come on! 180 full color pages for US$40! It's a bargain!

Still not convinced?

I'LL SHOW YOU !!

Kurau Field Trip - Pig Valentine - Week 1

2007-02-13T11:12:00.000+07:00

Well, nice to know that you can have a storm in the beginning and peaceful, relaxing weather later.After three days of balancing between the oh-so-veteran-and-experienced-vendor-representative's wish to come home by saturday morning and the needs to have sucessful well stimulation injection program, which induced a lot of neuron storm on my head, things finally gets to slow down afterward.

Those three days are the most brain-criplling days I have ever been in any field. They were so crippling, I almost lost a very important item: communication radio. Man, if I ever lost one of those, I can guarantee you that I will no longer have Kurau Field Trip entry on this blog.

But, well, it's over. After that, my last big job is pumping liquids into two wells, and that only spent less than 12 hours. And now, I am relaxed, waiting for the next dynamites to explode.

See ya !

Jakarta Banjir Jam 2007

2007-02-05T11:44:00.001+07:00

Jakarta, February 2th, 2007, under a day that would have its night filled with full moon light, another Banjir Jam hits the great capital of Indonesia.

This is my photographic journal of what happened around my life on that fateful day and the water filled days afterward.

This journal starts at me coming home from the office, and ends at saturday night when the water level endangered my living spaces.

As of Sunday and Monday, the water has been subsiding, but the threat is still lingering.

This is First Quarter of a year, days of heavy rain and uncontrollable flux of flood.

Anyway, Banjir = Flood.

Flood City

2007-02-02T13:37:00.001+07:00

It’s Jakarta, and it’s flooded again.

And I’m thinking that this recurring phenomenon (it happens every year) is the physical manifestation of accumulated negativities that have been plaguing the city.

The said negativities? Weakening of laws, bad city planning, chaotic municipal waste managements, inefficient traffic managements, and unchecked growth of fossil-fueled vehicles.

How come? Well, Jakarta has inadequate waste-water drainage, almost no water recycling plant, nonexistent river maintenance management, increasing number of concrete building, diminishing number of trees and open grass spaces, and profiferations of structures that have deep foundations.

Those are nothing compared to forgetful, short-sighted, and idiotic quality of the municipal government. The flood has been recurring each year, for perhaps 3 decades.

Those greedy leeches even think of it as necessary traditions, hoping that some money – that they will surely be suck dry - will pour for the flood handling.

Suck to be Jakarta resident, especially in first quarter of any year.

To That Day

2007-01-31T13:30:00.001+07:00

In a solitary night, when the cold wind blows the window,

I want to warm my frozen heart,

By replaying that summer.

Playing at the beach, you were enjoying it!

The video of memories of we two,

I am watching alone.

While you were a little shy,

you whispered 'I love you'

Your face of liar was blurred

with the color of tears

You make me painful! Sorry to be like this

But even now I am reserving my feelings.

If everything about us is inside this light

Can I still rewind to that day?

Both my hands full of memories I had believed

I count and count them,

But I can't surpass my little finger.

Be at my side, tell me it's not true

And embrace my heart.

If everything about us has completely vanished

Right now, I want to rewind to that day

You make me painful! Sorry to be like this

Even now I am reserving my feelings.

If everything about us has completely vanished

Right now I want to rewind to that day

(translated from Ano Hi Ni, a song sung by Kimura Maki. This song is also ending song for Video Girl Ai anime series)

Original lyrics:

Tsumetai kaze ga mado o nagasu no samishii yoru

Kogoeru mune atatametakute

Ripurei ano natsu o

Namiuchigiwa de odokeru anata tanoshisou yo

Hutari dake no omoide no bideo

Hitori de nagamete iru no

Sukoshi terenagara suki da yo to

Tsubuyaiteru

Usotsuki no anata no kao namida iro de

Nijindeku

Anata setsunai yo gomen ne konna ni

Ima mo omoi wo nokoshiteru

Hutari no subete wa kono hikari no naka naraba

Mada maki-modoseru no ano hi ni

Ryoute ippai no omoide o shinjite ita

Kurikaeshite kazoeru kedo

Koyubi kara susumenai no

Anata soba ni ite soshite uso da yo to

Itte kokoro wo dakishimete

Hutari no subete ga kiete shimau nara

Ima sugu ni maki modoshitai ano hi ni

Anata setsunai yo gomen ne konna ni

Ima mo omoi wo nokoshiteru

Hutari no subete ga kiete shimau nara

Ima sugu ni maki modoshitai ano hi ni

It’s borderline miracle that I am inspired to search for this song after I heard its wonderful and signature opening sequence being used as someone’s cellphone’s ringtone.

This is one of the first j-pop song I heard back then at 1998 when I joint UKJ, and have captured my heart ever since because of its singer melancholic way of singing this soft song.

A Day in January

2007-01-30T09:11:00.000+07:00

It feels like a normal day in January. Woke up with sore throat and runny nose, and slight neural discoordination, but two glasses of filtered-ozonized-water done nicely to fully wake me up and pump the blood. It’s 3.30 am, and its time for Isya and Tahajjud prayers. Urinated, washed the bird, and poured out some Wudhu. Cold water splashed my face and limbs, giving my skin some neural impulses and activate more segments of my brain. Then came the prayers, the ways for more meditatation, blood pumping, and brain segments activation (try Moslem’s prayers if you think Buddhist meditations and all that yoga craps waste too much of your time. It took less than 10 minutes and it’s definitely not using crazy discontortioning moves).

And I went to sleep again. Darn stubborn bacteria !!

15 to 5, I woke up. Slightly refreshed. I could feel my immunity system were fighting off those nasty and sneaky bacteria who got the best of me when that darn mutating influenza virus were attacking me last week. Felt the sore throat again. Coughed some nasty coughs and spit out some viscous, greenish mucus out. Good. Those white cells had been doing their best.

15 minutes were the only time I had to open Opera 9.10 and read those offline instant messages. Not enough, but oh, time is so limited. So I unplugged Toshi and put her into my backpack.

Next came the breakfast. Rice, chicken soup, and one piece of boiled egg. Enough protein to keep my white cells coming. Drink two more glasses of water.

Well, what happened next is routine. What comes in must comes out and some dead skin cells washing.

Then the clothing on and shoes putting and stuff pocketing.

Then off I went, chasing Metromini S62 and having another long hour sitting on plastic bench and breathing some smog. Then I dropped myself off on a bus stop and took Metromini S640 and still able to have a seat.

Then I dropped at another bus stop and walked some good walk to Wisma Mulia. Past through the glass automatic door and got my bag checked by that bipping flat bat. It both went green and red at the same time. Oh well, whatever, It’s just a routine derived by fear for made-believe terrorists.

Took the elevator to floor 31 without going to floor 4, 14, and 24 (Chinese superstitions…go figure), greeted the security/receptionist guy, and went to greet the urinoir (those white cells have been moving actively, forcing blood to flow to my kidney faster and thus the visit).

Then went to my chair, greeted everybody, and then seated and opened my bag.

There was Toshi, but her umbilical chord is missing. Darn, I forgot to unplug the metal and plastic chord. Time to do some diplomacy.

Got the umbilical chord from a friend. Burn some zipped comics to two DVDs.

Got call from John saying that he brought over the comic which’s cover I colored and ready to hand it to me. So I went down to the main lobby and greeted him and took the comic.

And so my life went on.

Lost In Translation

2007-01-23T12:55:00.000+07:00

A few years ago, Prime Minister Mori was given some Basic English conversation training before he visits Washington and meets president Bill Clinton...

The instructor told Mori "Prime Minister, when you shake hand with President Clinton, please
say 'how are you'. Then Mr. Clinton should say," I'm fine, and you?" Now you should say ' me too'. Afterwards we, translators, will do all the work for you."

It looks quite simple, but the truth is...

When Mori met Clinton , he mistakenly said "Who Are You?" instead of "How are you".

Mr. Clinton was a bit shocked but still managed to react with humor: "Well, I'm Hilary's
husband, ha-ha...."

Then Mori replied "Me too, ha-ha..." Then there was a long silence in the meeting room....

I think my country needs to be nuked and then stripped from military so that it can be as advanced as Land of Rising Sun now.

Oh yeah, then strip all English lessons in schools and invade a neighbouring asian country….oh well, Singapore will do !!

2007-01-21T20:24:00.000+07:00

Tarung Jakarta - DEVI by ~Zenstrive on deviant ART

DEVI, Sang Ratu Kehendak Birahi (The Queen of Lusty Will) working under Bala Kehendak Jahat (Scourge of The Willpower of Evil) lead by H Sang Pemimpin (H The Leader).

Her real name is unknown, although some people in politic-perverting-celebrity-industry spoke of her eerie similarities with the two-decade-lost sexbomb, Agnes Xezahnam. They say that this new Devi is so much like Agnes X, she gives them shiver. Is Devi really is Agnes? She will be fully revealed in TARUNG JAKARTA (THE JAKARTA BRAWL) !!

Prints For Sale

2007-01-18T05:44:00.000+07:00

Blaze Among The Clouds

Last Sunset of 2006

Metal Scorpion Night

Midnight Steel 001

Kurau Vista 001

Kurau Vista 002

CCM Teaser 4

Whew !!

2007-01-17T07:54:00.000+07:00

Bailed out from Padang Island Hell last friday, my series of unfortunate events have not stopped. As soon as I landed on Pekanbaru, the ticket guy told me that he couldn't fetch me a Garuda 171 ticket. Meh, I said, how come? And geh, i said, I have requested the ticket from 9 a.m the previous day. The veteran ticket fighter said the ticket requests came to him at 1 p.m, after Garuda reservation had closed. Phew, I said, so what now, I said. The dude said: We'd fetch you a 1.50 p.m ticket, that will at least flew you to Jakarta today. So okay, I said, just don't miss this one too.

One lunch and Friday prayer later, I got my ticket. 1.50 p.m, I boarded Garuda 175 and headed home.

And finally, Jakarta. 32 degrees celcius ( that 90 degrees fahrenheit) hot air and ever increasing pollution greeted me. Dodging the ever ubiquotus (is that the right spell?) taxi drivers, legal or illegal, I boarded an express bus that will take me to Pasarminggu. A DAMRI bus. Miseries were still following me, tagging along with me into the bus, adding another 3 hours to my journey from Soekarno-Hatta international airport to Pasarminggu bus terminal. I know toll highways are sometimes more jam packed than the regular roads, but that afternoon jam in the highways was way too much. Not even taking pictures with Cammy and playing Civilization 4 on Toshi helps my boredom. Caffeine overdose gave additional torture. I felt like hyperactive child trapped on 3 ft x 3 ft space. It was torturous.

And so, finally i reached Pasarminggu, at 8 p.m. No more reguler bus, so I have to take Ojek (motorcycle rider for hire) and spent 3500 rupiah more than the regular bus 1500 rupiah fare. And finally, home. Weak, tired, hungry, hot, and damp. I took a bath, and wake up the next morning with hammers hammering my head.

And it was saturday. Saturday was the day when my boss make an open house event and decides that all personnel available in Jakarta to come. Bleh. So I got up, took breakfast, bathed myself, and put on some casual clothes and headed to office. Anyway, the event was normal and somewhat good.

And somehow, I got inspiration to text-message the girls and asked if any of them want to wach Babel. One replied, so I told the office driver to drop me at Pondok Indah Mall. So I watched Babel with a girl. At least my saturday night was not so miserable. And oh yeah, Babel is a good movie, but not as good as Crash, if you ask me. And oh yeah, I printed 5 of my arts for sale on my Online Art Shop and gaze for the first time the result of digital spells I have applied on some of the digital photos I took. They looked alright, and I was pleased !

Came Sunday, and I think I felt asleep for the better half of the day, and went to bed earlier too at night.

Came Monday, and my PC did what old PC supposed to do: restarted over and over and over and over and over again. So I reformatted the OS partition, and reinstalled the buggy OS, on Tuesday.

Still on Monday, I finally met some professional comic makers, giving them my comic project outlines, and exchanging comic knowledge. These professional comic makers don't make published comics, they make comics ordered by some NGOs. What will the comics do, they don't give a damn. For them, at least they can make comics and gain money from that. Cool, like I always wanna do.

And came Monday night. It was time to fix the ever restarting old PC. Began with reformatting the OS partition so that no more headaches would came from ghosts of discarded data and reinstalled the 5 years old OS (won't get the latest version, I heard it's so power hungry it could eat a child!). And that was as far I wanna go that night.

Came Tuesday. It was time to reinstall all essential applications, hardware drivers, and games. Applications were easier, many of them are located on another application dedicated partition, and some can even be used without reinstalling. Games were little challenging, since many of them were installed from disk images, and Alcohol 120% couldn't read all images made by the old FantomCD. An alternative route using my laptop was required, and by the end of the night, all the required games were installed.

Real challenge came when I had to reinstall the ancient Mustek 1200ED scanner driver. Had to install, un-install, and reinstall the downloaded driver because it just won't work. Installing the driver on the ancient CD didn't work at first, so I did some more fights with the downloaded drivers. I finally gave up, restarted my PC, and tried to install from the CD. It worked, my scanner finally back online. Note to self: Don't put the CD somewhere it can be lost. Ah well, thanks God, no need to waste money for a new scanner; I had decided to purchase a Canon Pixma MP780 when there were no signs that the online driver could work.

So, came Wednesday. What miseries lay ahead for me? Only God Knows !!

Kurau Field Trip - First Week of 2007 - Day 11,12, 13, 14, 15

2007-01-11T08:13:00.000+07:00

Uncertainty is one word so deeply embraced by petroleum engineers that event they cannot tell you when they will be relieved from their onsite duty. They can make transport requests for their departure, but in doing so, they must also be close to any phone so that they will be ready to cancel the requests at any time.

Uncertainty is the main ingredient of petroleum engineers’ daily rations. Anything in their life, from how the hydrocarbon wells will behave to how their toddlers will recognize them when they back home is filled with higher degree of uncertainty compared to other engineers in other industries. No one can really predict when will an oil well will turn into gas well or water well. No one can really tell if an electric-submersible-pump-equipped-high-GOR-oil well is not pumping liquid at all and just blowing gas to the surface. No one can be sure if turning off such well is a good idea.

Uncertainties makes petroleum engineers always second guessing themselves and keep on constant loop to prepare logical excuses for doing their actions. It makes them walk the borderline between responsible person and downright liars.

Uncertainties, main ingredient for half of my life; I am a petroleum engineer, and I am paid to eat uncertainties for breakfast.

Kurau Field Trip - First Week of 2007 - Day 11 and 12

2007-01-08T15:12:00.000+07:00

The total is more than the sum of its parts, but sometimes the total is nothing when a part fails. This is true when we are talking about high-tech devices. Modern hydrocarbon wells are high-tech electronic devices with one or more electronic circuitries running from and into it. But despite that, a simple fail of the old, non-electric part could make the entire sophisticated thing useless.

A simple Choke Valve had successfully made my night full of tense. A choke valve is a valve that is used to regulate flowrate coming from inside a well. In my case, it is used to half the well maximum production because the well’s oil reservoir can’t supply faster than the suction rate of the pump installed inside the well. With it failed, the pump sucked up with unlimited power and take more than the reservoir could give, causing the pump to suck nothing but gas. This gas-sucking activity will destroy the pump if let to continue.

That fact made me ordered the field operators to turn it off. And you know, turning off hydrocarbon producing well is AN ISSUE in the petroleum industry. And this issue has been making my tired soul under quite a pressure. Oh well, the fate of young engineer working on second rate oil and gas company….

Kurau Field Trip - First Week of 2007 - Day 9 & 10

2007-01-05T20:49:00.000+07:00

Oh, the perils one young onsite engineer must face.

It’s the trials and tribulations of high spectrum of difficulty levels and the suddenness of their presence that could break the mentality of a young engineer, not the mention his health. They can be as subtle as the late coming of breakfast that needs to be brought by boat and then presented as plastic soup with a mess of meats and compacted rice in it that really shut his hunger. They can be as cruel as having to deal with three night jobs at once that each of them so much different that apparently the only ties that bind them are the fact that they are hydrocarbon wells. His physical and mental state must be at prime in facing these hardening situations. His senses must be alert at all times. Being a leader, he must balance between giving disciplined orders and taking care of his personnel. And being a living entity, he must endure the physical tests that assault all living beings pushed to their physical limits.

In short: Onsite Engineer must become a superman when facing ongoing jobs.

But as always, if one can persist to finish the job as soon as possible, his rewards are waiting. The first award is the fact that the jobs are finished. What evaluations his supervisor will give is another different matter entirely, but at least he can reap the second award: long delayed rest.

So here I am, resting from those trials and tribulations. Resting, but knowing that tomorrow and the days that follow it will bring more trials and tribulations.

Kurau Field Trip - First Week of 2007 - Day 7 and 8

2007-01-04T09:07:00.000+07:00

Well…nothing happens much…but I think my sense of time has been dulled a bit…a sign that I have been on the tour of duty too long and have adapted to the time independent jobload nature of it. It is hard to keep track of time on your brain if you have to be ready to work at the blindest night or the brightest day or even both back-to-back.

Anyway, all problems are solved for now, but problems will be coming, I am sure of it, ‘cause this afternoon I will be pulling up some metal from deep 6440 ft downhole of 2500 PSI pressurized and as hot as 350 ^oF well. Problem keywords: pulling metals, pressures, heats, depths, personel.

Those words could easily translates into various kinds of problem if not handled carefully.

Kurau Field Trip - 2007 First Week - Day 6 and 6.5

2007-01-03T09:07:00.000+07:00

Shit happens, I tell you, shit happens !!

Wow…was that a girl in high school uniform that just went by or I began hallucinating?

Man, getting rushed out by boss spelling rushed out decisions really rushing out my adrenaline and shortens my fuse. This boss from other division asked our division and another division to provide a Downhole Monitoring Tool. Well, okay, we can do that, but please don’t do it on last Saturday afternoon of 2006 please, ‘cause people are still on leave and it simply irritate us and it shows that you are man of rushed out decision.

And because of this man rushed out decision, another quality management failure is revealed. The guys who suppose to be in charge of the DMT assembly simply tell us that “Dude, we don’t know where those stuffs are..” Great. Man, we know we are paid on standard wage, unlike other high-flying high-standard expatriate company, but please, at least do your inventory right. So it was 10 in the full moon and starry night, on board a fibre-glass made jetboat, that I got the call “Hey bro, we got your stuffs, its here all along, hidden in the back of our storage…” or stuffs like that. Great. Another late at night call makes me have to do with late at night call to two numbers…..using my own cellphone because the phone on site is “having its day”. Great, ‘cause there was only, like, two bars on the signal strength indicator. It did a great job on draining my cell’s battery and my prepaid charge (because, you know, you need to repeat things ‘cause the persons on the other side cannot hear you well)

Oh well, all said and done, ‘till the REDA ESP specialist told me “Sorry sir, but we lacked some parts here….”

Shit happens, I thought. More phone calls and more battery and prepaid charge drainage later, we found out that the parts are “not available” on the field.

Lord, You Are so Destiny-making !!

So I postphoned the job, sms-ed HQ, and sent my people to base to get some sleep. Administration and barrage of comments can wait later in the morning. I know it will come as soon as people at The Capital opened their eyes, which is at 5.00 a.m (read: 30 minutes after I submerged into REM state). And barrage of comments, questions, and orders don’t stop there.

Oh well, this is the risk of working on third-rate company doing business on industry which has high-level of uncertainties: shit happens, a lot and all the time !!

Kurau Field Trip - First Day of 2007 - Day 6

2007-01-01T21:35:00.000+07:00

It’s 9.17 pm, in the chill office room prepared for ever changing Petroleum Engineer (a titular position which is officially defunct) and I am enjoying quite a fast internet connection for a remote Island connected to the rest of the virtual world by the way of the unseen waves which then connects to an ISP in Jakarta which connects to the destroyed fiber-optics on seabed of formosa. I am enjoying first day of 2007 Anno Domino, a year in which many bible huggers said that the second coming of their god-man will occur and a year in which Armageddon will be filled with soldiers from all believers of Abrahams.

Well, well, well, look at me. I have never put conspiracies out of my head, haven’t I? Well, I guess being a boy filled with lush and vivid imaginations, conspiracy theories are like new recipe possibilities for ever-insatiable master-chef. It’s the holy grail for all boys and girls born with fantastic imagination and excessive sources of conspiracy literatures.

Wow…my laptop battery is on 63% capacity already...

Hmm..first day of 2007….lemme see…resolutions or no resolutions? Naah..I’m not a chain-loving person, so lets just forget about resolutions and lets talk about missions and visions

My Mission and Vision for 2007

Vision: Becoming World Known Comic Writer and Artists

Missions: 1. Find mediums and people to make comics

2. Invest money so that I can retire early and make comics

3. Learn and Learn more about comics !!

Comics? Well, if you haven’t been on this gallery or haven’t read this comic, then you haven’t known me. Yep, inside this boy, there lie two men: One is a grudging engineer, and one is caged artist.

Split personality? Naah, more like balancing on thin rope ;)

Well, 2007 is here, lets hope dubya won’t invade Iran because he thinks he can, shall we?

Enjoy 2007.

PS: I wonder, how much will discreet graphic powered laptops will cost this year? I really want to play Gothic III while watching slicklines go up and down the holes

Kurau Field Trip New Year Eve - day 3,4, and 5

2007-01-01T06:23:00.000+07:00

Wow, a post for three days in a row, something must have happened to me, right? RIGHT !!!!

I was stranded for one night and one day on a remote part of the same Island I wrote this post. I, as always, supervise a bunch of slickline personnel running a tool called EMR (Electric Memory Recorder) using strong, tough, resilient kind of wire into a wellbore of a well. And as usual, a job which supposed to be able to be ran in less than 9 hours turned out have to be ran for 18 hours. Well, this kind of things are so common in the petroleum industry that probable delays must be made mentally inside your brain whenever you see a schedule for a project. Any schedules, any projects.

And I missed Iedul Adha ceremony and prayer!! Damn, for perhaps 20 years, I have never missed this ceremony, even when I was in college and have to brace little down-pouring rain. This really set the bad mood and help lessen my concentration which have been reduced by sleeping intermittently on a rattan chair and frequent 100 meter walking from and to the job location for the duration of the job.

And yeah, I missed AD new year celebration, but not so big deal for. I missed it because I was sleeping deeply from too much tiredness. And as I was writing this stuff, I can still feel the creeping pain all over my body. And the pain gets stronger whenever I think of returning to the job site. And I do have to return to the job site for optimization and watching the shutdown of the well.

Anyway, Happy New Year 2007. Just beware that this is the Year of The Pig, people will be brutal, eats anything, getting fat for themselves, only to be slaughtered later in life. And this is the year those bible worshippers think to be the Year of Armageddon. Sign: Ruler of Babylonia was killed by occupants from far land.

See you at devastated 2008 !

Kurau Field Trip - End of Year Tour of Duty - Day 01 and 02

2006-12-29T11:09:00.000+07:00

You know, life is easier if you know how to simplify things. Just take a look at my two days performing this current tour of duty. Its been a relatively no tension experiences, simply because I know people whom I must supervise were experienced field guys. I just give them the baseline and work-frame, watch the initiation of the job, and then retreat to the cozy portacamp while they perform their stuffs.

And my experiences dictate that a game-loaded laptop is a must have for long and boring supervising jobs, so I pulled out my Toshiba Satellite M105-S3045 (bought with a massive US$70 cut, thanks to my haggling skill), unfold it, connect its umbilical cord to the electric outlet, plug in my ever trusty Aopen WheelMouse O-35G (a wonderful 5 buttons 2 scrolls optical wired mouse that seems to be no longer available in local stores) to the side USB port (this portable baby has 3 side USB ports and one rear USB port, perfect for my need), and turned the baby on.

Clicking on an icon, and I changed myself into virtual god ruling my India in Civilization IV.

Civilization IV is just the right game for this long, boring, supervising job. It is turn-based game (which means you can leave it to give brief guidelines to the crew if necessary), and it can take 6-8 hours to finish a world-conquering game.

And if I got bored with CIV IV, there will always be Warhammer 40,000: Dawn of War and Command and Conquer: Generals and CCG:Zero Hour. Yes, these games are old, but they are still fun, and besides, my laptop doesn’t have the graphic power needed to boot current generation of games (I can’t play Elder Scrolls IV:Oblivion and Gothic III here)

And if ever got bored with games, there are ripped-off and compressed DVD movies, stored on the 100 gigabytes hard-disk, waiting to be played. See, I’m fully prepared for these last two boring days.

2006: YEAR OF THE COWARDS

2006-12-25T08:58:00.000+07:00

2006 truly is year of the cowards. Cowards who use other people to achieve their goals. Cowards who have nothing but foul, full of lie words. Cowards who scheme and scheme and scheme and delight in schemes that fatten their own lies and delight in schemes that put thousands to deaths. Schemes that blatantly defies logics, but still they want to make it seems logical.

Cowards who delights in terrifying others. Putting fears in others hearts with lies filled with grand illusions. Bombin the common believes of the masses with threats framed by terrifying lies to make ways for their true goals: global capitals domination, global resources domination, and global security domination.

This is a year of total chaos and disinformations. Advances in global internet usage and proliferation of personal weblogs have make true, factual informations in danger of being obscured by lies, manipulation of words, and relentless bombarding from the blind-believers dogmas and accusations. Instead of using weblogs as ways to merge beneficial knowledges and filter out garbages that make majority of world's biggest pool of informations, some webloggers have promote hates and boost up destructive thinkings. Seen by thousands, these cowards put out their foul words under disguise of unknown names and seek shelters from those other cowards who seeks to conquer information world with their lies and schemes.

2006 truly is a year in which those "selected by the people" have misuse those trusts. Obscenity, Vulgarity, and Obstinance have become their dogmas. With no honors, they steal -in broad daylight and in front of everyboy- from the very people that have put hopes on them. They use their times effectively to collect wealths into their own hands. And they put this outrageous robbery under the shelter of their self-made and self-enriching legislations. Rules are but words, and words are their main weapons, for they are liars and schemers and robbers.

Human is a species with the most destructive weapon of all: Word. Word comes out of logics, and logics can be framed, structured, and built from repeated and merciless indoctrinations and subjugations.

Words that came out of illogic, in the year 2006, have been made as "logical bases" to perform despicable acts of civilization perversions.

2006, years where ultimately, people feels that they are screwed with their pants on.

Right Road?

2006-12-18T20:42:00.000+07:00

Wii is on the right track? Seems so, at least profit-wise

My Life Plan

2006-12-14T19:48:00.000+07:00

Work till I'm 30, have no girlfiriend, buy no gadgets, spent only US$ 200 per month, saved a lot of money.
Resign after 30, make comics, novels, and books, living off my savings.

So girls, if you dare, approach me. If not, well, there are more needing boys out there.

Suicidal, naah, its just the remain of my youth not yet trashed, and I mean to keep this one !!

Rise of The Small ?

2006-12-14T05:16:00.000+07:00

Read this for a revealing thought on one of the most promising man in USA.
BHO might be the cure USA needs for.

The Number 16

2006-12-12T20:01:00.000+07:00

16 GIGABYTES FLASHDISK ??? Man, three years ago is not so far right? Three years ago, one can brag about having a 512 megabytes flashdisk....guess technologies do keep getting better...

Blue Giant Killer

2006-12-12T18:17:00.000+07:00

Sony is a self-convergence-junky octopus. It is a greedy giant who thinks that its products must complements each others and only with each others. It is also a propietary things thrower, hoping to gain success from things that can be produced by itself, even when it has a very tough lesson from Beta. And boy, it is a lesson Sony must have forgotten, because now the ever-declining-in-stock-market company is releasing another expensive propietary thing: Blu-Ray. Many has predicted Sony is killing itself with Blu-Ray, and coupling two of its most apparent suicidal poisons make things worst. The two things are Blu-Ray and PlayStation 3

Brave Man

2006-12-11T17:31:00.000+07:00

This Brave Man deserves a Nobel Award for Peace. He wills the extermination of the most annoying idea on the face of the earth by means of peace conference of logics. Give applause to Ahmedinejad !!
Jews are so leeches of civilizations.

Mambo Mambo Mambo

2006-12-07T19:49:00.000+07:00

Man, learning Mambo Open Source Content Management System is quite...tough, and challenging.
I love challenging stuff :)

Terror hatched !!

2006-12-06T19:40:00.000+07:00

A new species of bird of terror has been born from the hands of dubya and his lackeys.

F-35 Joint Strike Fighter is next terror for any country who has oil in their earths. Trust me. 20 years from now, a country, perhaps Indonesia, will be ripped apart by this next breed of metallic vulture.

Screwed Up

2006-12-05T21:07:00.000+07:00

This is not a good age to be a moslem in Indonesia. The obvious part will be the fact that Indonesia and terrorist-bombings are turning into best friends in the news. And you know lah, nowadays, terrorist almost rape-rhymed with moslems, like the great Hitler once said "Truth is lies multiplied by hundreds"

But let me tell you why I feel like shit lately: one prominent millionaire moslem cleric married a widow with 3 children. His first wife, a reguler not so pretty woman, already gives him seven children. This prominent cleric, whose preaches can even be accepted by non-moslems, have been labelled as "the last example of premium moslem man" before the revelation that he married this widow. My point is, in the even of this "last premium example of a religious figure" showed a taint that's so devastating, what can be made as examples for the common moslems?

There is a story that this widow he married was in fact a woman he promised to find a mate for her. Well, he couldn't find it, so he took her himself instead. What keeps him from taking similar route later in the future?

And what if her wife asks him to divorce her, become a widow herself, and other man takes her as second wife? Will he be feeling "oh shit, so this is what if feels like..." ?

let's see the options: Politic-tainted clerics? Ex-convicts turned preachers? Artists turned preachers? Men, you gotta live in Indonesia to see that there is no more mass-accepted examples of moslem clerics here in Indonesia.

Indonesian moslems, we're screwed.

Another ugly news come from Indonesian House of Representatives. One of the members of this supposed-to-be-honorable-but-is-a-lair-of-corruptions-and-filthy-deeds was caught on a publicly cellphone-to-cellphone circulating sex-video. Well, I am not so surprised with this one, being a member of a house of scums, it can be expected. What adds insults-to-injuries is the fact that the man is a member of his party religious section. And he is a moslem.

Go figures. We have one untrustable cleric, and we have a religious section's member of a party went dicking women freely.

We're screwed, with our pants on.

Finally, Some Sense

2006-12-04T21:29:00.000+07:00

Kofi Annan, prominent toypiece of USA, and later, dubya, finally shed some sense out of his foul mouth.
I call him a coward still though; his words came out close to his end of duty on December 31st, 2006. Still, even with these words of sensibilities, he is still a loser.

"If I were an average Iraqi, obviously I would make the same comparison, that they had a dictator who was brutal but they had their streets, they could go out, their kids could go to school and come back home without a mother or father worrying: 'Am I going to see my child again?'

Precisely.

Asked whether the situation in Iraq could now be classified as a civil war, Mr Annan pointed to the level of "killing and bitterness", and the way forces in Iraq were now ranged against each other.

"A few years ago, when we had the strife in Lebanon and other places, we called that a civil war. This is much worse.

Dubya's doll?

Mr Rubaie rejected Mr Annan's comments, asking: "Doesn't Kofi Annan differentiate between the mass killing of Iraqis by the security and intelligence apparatus of Saddam Hussein and the present indiscriminate killings of civilians, Iraqi civilians, by the al-Qaeda terrorists in Iraq?"

He added: "I'm shocked and stunned by what Kofi Annan alluded to, that the condition was better under the dictatorship of Saddam Hussein."

There's different between dictatorship acting stealthily to secure its position and businessmen harvesting from chaos that eats life. The former will feel much safer then the later for the average, ignorant, politic-free persons. The later will eat up everyone on its path.

Just don't do business with USA anymore, or you'll be trampled if they think you're not sucked dry enough.

Yay Day !!

2006-12-01T20:40:00.000+07:00

Yay, my laptop has arrived and considerable amount of my savings are gone !! <----logical premises, connected, proven !!

Yay, my 1/144 HG Buster Verde Gundam is completed !! Man, this kit has some of the toughest plastics EVER. I almost bleed my fingers cutting the parts !!

Yay! Yay! Yay!

Yay, life priorities jumbled on my head! Yay, yay, yay, yay !!!

Join The Revolution

2006-12-01T08:22:00.000+07:00

Join The Revolution, Own The Internet, Get Rich !!

GET AGLOCO !!

Cool Pope? No, Coward Pope Still

2006-12-01T06:03:00.000+07:00

The Dick Pope visited a mosque in Turkey "to mend relation with moslem".

Okay, here's my take:

1. Do the dick now confess that he was insulting moslem and needs to "make amend" now ?

2. Turkey is NOT a moslem country. Its Islam is low-class secular Islam even compared to Indonesia's moderate and diverse moslem communities. A jewish slave overturned the weeny Ottoman Turkey, the last now dead pre-petrodollar Islamic Monarch and turned it into a secular country. This country have always eager to be known as Europe Guy, but those white holocaust lickers are not convinced since Turkey have "Islam" on their label. A word or two from the primo vatican fascist religio-monarch gay could make europe rethink their recurring rebuttals.

3. Man, this must be the ugliest, most imported-from-hell face any pope has ever donned:

and now for your considerations:

The protest outside was linked to an Islamist-nationalist party, which said the pontiff's tour was an affront to the secularism enshrined in Turkey's constitution, as well as an attempt to stake a Catholic claim to the site.

Monarch-wannabe religious structure is a decaying relic from the past, agree? AGREE !! Answering otherwise will make your own head spins because of illogics.

Bargaining Powers

2006-11-30T20:57:00.000+07:00

Huehehehehehe, how many of you Indonesians can cut of US$ 70 from a Toshiba Satellite A105 53051 with 1024 MB of RAM and 100 GB of hard disk and purchase it for lower than US$ 1300? I ask Indonesians, not you, Yankees, with your lower-for-200-bucks laptops, pfft !!

Pheww..another major IT shopping day for me...and I'm beat and overheated...man, this is supposed to be a rainy season in Indonesia, but rains seems not so eager to come as in the first two weeks of this month. Just cloud and cloud and more clouds, making the day hotter and more uncertain...

BLAME !!

2006-11-29T05:57:00.000+07:00

Well, it is easier to blame someone else for your loses than yourself, like what have been done by the 21st century political protusion of the oil suckers, dubya.

"There's a lot of sectarian violence taking place, fomented in my opinion because of the attacks by al Qaeda, causing people to seek reprisal," he said.

Okay, you forgot that you have ordered more than 100,000 to occupy Iraq and "ascertain comfortable conditions for oil suckers and their slaves"
You also forgot that your pal at the Republican (some of them even shiver now when called as your friends) have been grinded out of parliament houses recently because of your stubbornness to withdraw from Iraq.

Well, I simply cannot believe that those "sophisticated albino" chose you as their president. You are stubborn idiot with wrongly placed pride and uncontrollable greed !!

Losing Folikels

2006-11-28T19:00:00.000+07:00

Man, being 26 going 27, you have to face :

1. Questions about marriage timing
2. Thinking about losing childhood dreams
3. LOSING HAIRS !! AAAARGH !!!

Sigh...anyone can point in general direction of hair planters ?

Console Wa r2006 Winner

2006-11-28T10:39:00.000+07:00

Ladies and gentlemen,
Give applause to IBM !!
Yes, with all three consoles use the Big Blue chips one way or another, IBM is the real winner of the console wars. Talking about a succesful diversifications !!

Kurau Field Trip something - Day 17

2006-11-28T06:26:00.000+07:00

Finally, after an extended tour of duty, I'm home.

Home, and ready to do some turn-to-reality-dream-converting projects postoponed by the tour of duty, mainly this comic and several other comic projects currently residing on my brain (there are at least 3 more stories waiting to be unleashed)

Several new photos (with print offers) can be seen on my online art gallery. There are two very beautiful cloud pictures that is ready to be printed.

Phew...better take some breakfast and then get those ideas poured out into papers.

Me through My Handwriting

2006-11-26T14:15:00.000+07:00

What does your handwriting say about YOU?

Well, rings quite true, especially the "Go My Own Way" part

Kurau field trip something Day 12

2006-11-23T06:58:00.000+07:00

Well, it's finally over. OVER!! THE WAITING IS OVER!! THE WELL IS BACK ONLINE !!

Hopefully I'll go back home to Indonesia's Center of Civilization tomorrow.

Kurau Field Trip something - Day 9

2006-11-22T08:19:00.000+07:00

Well, basically, I was waiting someone elses working on putting on the downhole pump, Electric Submersible Pump, and the wellhed.

So, all day long I was bored to death doing nothing.

Well, something did happened. I came to the main office in the morning and found an IT technician had been installing a new, 17" CRT monitor equipped PC set. Whoopie. So I tried it on, and realized that the data on the old PC had not been copied to this one. So I made some paperwork, requesting the old data to be moved. When I asked a manager for an approval signature (my manager is in Jakarta, so I need to find someone else's manager for approvals), he realized that my new PC was in fact his old PC, containing his confidential data (hmmm..........wonder what could those be...) and requested an immediate return of his old PC to his office. He also told me that he had ordered three new PCs (with LCDs), and one of them will be put into my field office.

So I was expected to be content with my 4 years old PC with its rumbling noised harddisk and obsoled CD Drive and busted (a.k.a disfunctional) USB ports.

Yay

Anyhow, just a reminder, this world grows and rotates while fueled by LIES. See Ya!

Shivers! Israel has spies on your phones! EVERYWHERE !!

2006-11-20T09:32:00.000+07:00

It turns out that Israel has had a potential wiretap on every phone in America for years, along with the ability to monitor and record who any person is calling, anywhere in America; information of great value even if one does not listen to the calls themselves. Amdocs, Inc. the company which sub contracts billing and directory services for phone companies around the world, including 90 percent of American phone companies, is owned by Israeli interests. Yet another company, Comverse Infosys, is suspected of having built a "back door" into the equipment permanently installed into the phone system that allows instant eavesdropping by law enforcement agencies on any phone in America. This includes yours.

The Ken Starr report on Whitewater describes how Bill Clinton warned Monica Lewinsky that a foreign government was tapping their phone calls.

Few indeed are the people in America who do not have something to hide. That insider trade, the brief but torrid affair, the stolen votes, the deliberate smear, the role one played in an assassination, the acceptance of money from drug runners to look the other way. Be honest. Is there a skeleton in your closet you hope will stay there? Something nobody knows about? Well, if that skeleton involved a phone call, someone may know about it. Amdocs and Comverse Infosys. And their Israeli owners.

Just think about it for a moment. Everyone's private phone traffic, right up to the President, potentially visible to Israeli interests. And you cannot find the phone taps or bugs because they are built right into the phone system!

Suddenly, a lot of events which have puzzled observers start to make sense.

Read it all here !!

BURN ALL ISRAELIS !! BE GONE WITH THE LOCUSTS OF CIVILIZATIONS !!

Errr...what?

2006-11-18T20:01:00.000+07:00

Bush said this:

The Vietnam War's lesson for today's Iraq conflict is that freedom takes time to trump hatred.

"It's just going to take a long period of time for the ideology that is hopeful -- and that is an ideology of freedom -- to overcome an ideology of hate," Bush said after having lunch with Australian Prime Minister John Howard, one of America's strongest allies in Iraq.

Dubya, I think you are kicking yourself hard in your arse. You see, you are saying that an ideology of freedom will surely triumph. But you see, making fear sown in your own country is not exactly way of freedom and I think, with that, you are agree with the rest of the world that you will surely lose.

But, as usual, you have this natural urge to give paradox to the world

"We'll succeed," Bush added, "unless we quit."

You know, you have quitted being a "freedom champion" when you culled of your own people's freedom from fear. So, by adding those two together, you have admitted defeat.

And admit it you must, cause your dearest slave have admitted it too:

"It's really quite alarming and dangerous, where Iraq is now. It's quite frightening," he told CNN.

"Iraq is slipping continuously into a chaotic level of violence. "To be honest, this is not something that I could have imagined when we fought Saddam's regime."

During and interview, someone suggested that the West's intervention in Iraq had "so far been pretty much of a disaster."

Blair replied: "It has..."

Let me help you admitting, cause Dubya, you better see outside that walled garden of yours

The president's welcome by the public was much less enthusiastic than the rock-star treatment afforded President Bill Clinton when he came in 2000. Happy crowds thronged Clinton, who normalized relations with Vietnam.

"Even though the Americans were more powerful with all their massive weapons, the main factor in war is the people," he said. "The Vietnamese people were very determined. We would not give up. That's why we won."

In the end, the strongest, purest intention will win, and like you said,

"It's just going to take a long period of time for the ideology that is hopeful -- and that is an ideology of freedom -- to overcome an ideology of hate,"

The ideology of freedom held by Iraqi freedom under Satan's Army occupation will surely overcome the ideology of hatred toward moslem's power.

Dubya, you and your allies SUCK !! You said it yourself.

E-trust?

2006-11-18T18:22:00.000+07:00

Now, how far can you trust your future in the that silicon driven, electron fed, automatic, soulless hands? A story in which a career lady lost her job because of slight automatic computation errors make me think, it is really scary to truly trust your life to the 1011 eaters

Fact vs Perception

2006-11-17T20:54:00.000+07:00

This is an economy analysist, which has a good way of saying that people under Dubya-Blare coalition are feeling rather paranoia. Statistics said that crime rates are lower, but people feel that crime rates is rising.

And now, average briton is captured 300 times a day on film? NOW THAT'S PARANOIA !!

No wonder they can get easily ushered to spill their blood on Iraq in the name of fulfilling their fear.

Kurau Field Trip something - Day 7

2006-11-17T19:45:00.000+07:00

More waiting.

REVELATIONS !! Diesel fuel submitted to me seems to be the kind that is contaminated by water, which in turn made stimsol solution turned into some viscous milk thingy and very hard to be pumped.

Geh. As if the pumping rate is not abysmal already.

Kurau Field Trip Something - Day 5 (really?)

2006-11-16T09:07:00.000+07:00

More waiting. More lagging. More Anxiety. More Confusions.

And more advices from the elderly regarding marriages. Sigh. That haunting word and creeping "normal element of humanity". Can just anyone accept the fact that "I HAVE OTHER PLANNING FIRST !" thingie ?

Anyway, Microsoft has unleashed Vista and Zune. Vista said to be good but not so much better than XP. Zune is unleashed to a quite receiving world.

And I am still on a lonely and boring job..

Kurau Fielt Trip something - Day Four

2006-11-15T14:58:00.000+07:00

More waiting is ongoing.

And while I am here, bored to death (not even taking pictures with my trusty Canon Powershot A700 could cure it), many things happen out there, namely the launch of Sony PlayStation 3 (which has been a subject of ill prophecies for some times now), Nintendo Wii (novel concepts with novel designs and has been a subject of compliments), and Microsoft Zune (hyped to be a new way of enjoying music; sharing is the word for this one). Well, that, and the fact that Dubya is coming to Indonesia with a reception plan that borders on "Paranoia Syndrome"

Geh..back to waiting then

Kurau Field Trip Something - Day 3

2006-11-13T17:00:00.000+07:00

Another day waiting, although at this moment I can be called at anytime.

Expect some cool night photos of working machineries in this Gallery of mine

PS3 Phever

2006-11-13T09:44:00.000+07:00

People lined up for something that will take their wealths and healths away.

Tomoaki Nakamura, 41, said: "I've been waiting for this day to come for so long. I'll play it all through the weekend. No time for meals."

PS3 launch day, with 100,000 units being sold, saw people lined up and take away their units under heavy torrents of rain. In the free market so called E-bay, a PS3 can have an inflated offered price 150% of the original. Talking about the need of humans to oblige to the needs of their neural systems.....

Losing Faith a.k.a Kurau Field Trip something day 2

2006-11-12T15:41:00.000+07:00

Plenty of people said that the company I work with has so many corruptions and collutions on top and behind that it is better to stay as a regular employees than becoming managers. One of the seniors even said that the owners sometimes forcing the usage of an obsolete drilling rigs, being aware that the rigs could give potential problems.

And here I am, working on the field, right on the battelfied where collusions and corruptions wage. Two imaginary objects being played by money suckers who think common folks are nothing but pawns and sacrificial lambs.

It is making me wondering: Should I go with the mainstreams and soaked myself in dirts and advance forward using simple brutal force of cunnings and double-faces, or simply becoming simple parasite who suck money legally and calmly and transfer it to something else, something that I have always loved to do?

I think the second option is better for me. It will give me less headache. Less money, sure, but less headache and less nerve-breaking situations. And I do enjoying my other life better than my "mainstream" life.

And wow, I thing I just went philosophical and hatched this on my mind "Nothing is Real until Everyone Says So"

Corruption of Trinity

2006-11-10T20:35:00.000+07:00

Isaac Newton adalah ilmuwan yg terkenal dengan teori gravitasinya. Dia adalah ilmuwan kristen yg cukup religius, meskipun demikian dia merasa janggal dengan dogma trinitas & membuat disertasi yg meneliti ayat2 pendukung justifikasi dogma trinitas dengan judul "An Historical Account of Two Notable Corruptions of Scripture".

Quote:An Historical Account of Two Notable Corruptions of Scripture is a dissertation by the English Mathematician and Scholar Isaac Newton. First published in 1754, twenty-seven years after Newton's death, it reviewed all the textual evidence available from ancient sources on two disputed Bible passages, at 1 John 5:7-8 and 1 Timothy 3:16.

Newton adalah penganut Kristen dengan aliran unitarian alias tidak percaya dengan dogma trinitas yg menuhankan Yesus. Newton menyatakan penyembahan Yesus sebagai Tuhan adalah bentuk dari idolatria atau sama dengan penyembahan berhala

Quote:Newton is generally thought to have been unitarian and Arian, not holding to Trinitarianism. He listed "worshipping Christ as God" in a list of "Idolatria" in his theological notebook.[3] In a minority view, T.C. Pfizenmaier argued that he held closer to the Eastern Orthodox view of the Trinity rather than the Western one held by Roman Catholics, Anglicans and Protestants.[4] In his final days Newton refused the sacrament of the Church of England.

Menurut Newton kedua ayat yg sering dijadikan justifikasi dogma trinitas yaitu 1 Yohannes 5:7 & 1 Timotius 3:16 telah korup & mengalami penambahan2 untuk membenarkan dogma trinitas. Berikut ini pemaparannya dalam disertasinya:

Quote:1 Yohannes 5:7 Sebab ada tiga yang memberi kesaksian (di dalam sorga: Bapa, Firman dan Roh Kudus; dan ketiganya adalah satu).

terjemahan diatas berasal dari Injil King James Version (KJV) yg berisi:

For there are three that bear record in heaven, the Father, the Word, and the Holy Ghost: and these three are one.

Menurut disertasi Newton, kalimat "di dalam sorga: Bapa, Firman dan Roh Kudus; dan ketiganya adalah satu" tidak terdapat dalam Injil asli versi bahasa Yunani. Kalimat tsb pertama kali muncul dalam Injil bahasa Latin sebagai catatan kaki, lalu akhirnya dimasukkan ke dalam ayatnya sendiri.

Quote:Using the writings of the early Church Fathers, the Greek and Latin manuscripts and the testimony of the first versions of the Bible, Newton attempted to demonstrate that the words "in heaven, the Father, the Word, and the Holy Ghost: and these three are one," in support of the Trinity doctrine, did not appear in the original inspired Greek Scriptures. He then traced the way in which the spurious reading crept into the Latin versions, first as a marginal note, and later into the text itself. He showed that it was first taken into a Greek text in 1515 by Cardinal Ximenes on the strength of a late Greek manuscript corrected from the Latin. Finally, Newton considered the sense and context of the verse, concluding, "Thus is the sense plain and natural, and the argument full and strong; but if you insert the testimony of 'the Three in Heaven' you interrupt and spoil it."

Lalu ayat lainnya yg menurut Newton telah mengalami korupsi adalah 1 Timotius 3:16.

Quote:1 Timotius 3:16 Dan sesungguhnya agunglah rahasia ibadah kita: "Dia, yang telah menyatakan diri-Nya dalam rupa manusia, dibenarkan dalam Roh; yang menampakkan diri-Nya kepada malaikat-malaikat, diberitakan di antara bangsa-bangsa yang tidak mengenal Allah; yang dipercayai di dalam dunia, diangkat dalam kemuliaan."

terjemahan diatas juga berasal dari Injil King James Version (KJV) yg berisi:

And without controversy great is the mystery of godliness: God was manifest in the flesh, justified in the Spirit, seen of angels, preached unto the Gentiles, believed on in the world, received up into glory.

Menurut Newton kata "God" dalam KJV sengaja disisipkan supaya terbaca "God was manifest in the flesh.". Di dalam injil bahasa Yunani tidak terdapat kata "God" atau dalam Injil terjemahan B. Indonesia ditulis dengan kata ganti "Dia" dengan d kapital.

Quote:Newton showed how, by a small alteration in the Greek text, the word "God" was inserted to make the phrase read "God was manifest in the flesh." He demonstrated that early Church writers in referring to the verse knew nothing of such an alteration.

Newton tidak mempublikasikan disertasinya, karena pada iklim politik saat itu di Inggris orang yg membuat tulisan yg menentang doktrin trinitas akan mendapatkan hukuman karena dianggap menghina Tuhan (blasphemy).

Quote:Newton did not publish these findings during his lifetime, likely due to the political climate. Those who wrote against the doctrine of the Trinity were subject to persecution in England. As late as 1698 the Act for the Suppression of Blasphemy and Profaneness made it an offense to deny one of the persons of the Trinity to be God, punishable with loss of office, employment and profit on the first occasion, and imprisonment for a repetition. Newton's friend William Whiston (translator of the works of Josephus) lost his professorship at Cambridge for this reason in 1711. In 1693 a pamphlet attacking the Trinity was burned by order of the House of Lords, and the next year its printer and author were prosecuted. In 1697 Thomas Aikenhead, an eighteen-year-old student charged with denying the Trinity, was hanged at Edinburgh, Scotland.

Mau tau tulisan2 Newton lainnya yg mengkritisi doktrin trinitas silakan klik link di bawah:

http://www.newtonproject.ic.ac.uk/prism.php?id=44

Newton saja yg Ilmuwan (pastinya banyak berpikir dong) sudah tidak percaya dengan doktrin Trinitas, lalu kenapa anda masih percaya?

"Celakalah Orang yg Tidak Berpikir Namun Percaya"

Bacon?

2006-11-10T17:03:00.000+07:00

A robot made to be specialist in taste comparisons have said that human meat taste like bacon.
Traditionally humans are supposed to taste similar to chicken or pork. This was apparently told to early missionaries by Maori in New Zealand, usually before they ate them. The best bit of a human was the hand which used to curl up when it was cooked in the fire. So, perhaps the Maoris have never eaten bacons and hams so their meat tastes like bird meats. The tasted man, on the other hand, perhaps an avid eater of Pork Ramen, a favorite delicacy in Japan.

IT'S COMING !!

2006-11-09T20:50:00.000+07:00

The Next Hyped Money Sucker and Silicon Eater has GONE GOLD !!
I'm sure this will drive more inflation due to Durable Good Orders year to year increase in 2007. Perhaps its time to start investing in USD and going short on GBP/USD ?

Sex Joke. What A Lame Post This Is !!

2006-11-09T10:58:00.000+07:00

Man comes home , finds his wife with his friend in bed . He shoots his
friend and kills him.
Wife says "If you behave like this, you will lose ALL your friends"

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A small Boy wrote to Santa Claus," send me a brother" Santa wrote back,"
SEND ME YOUR MOTHER"

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What is the definition of Mistress?
Someone between the Mister and Mattress

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Husband asks , "Do u know the meaning of WIFE??
Without Information Fighting Everytime
Wife replies," No, It means , With Idiot For Ever !!!"

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What's the difference between stress, tension and panic?
Stress is when wife is pregnant,
Tension is when girlfriend is pregnant,
and Panic is when both are pregnant.

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Teacher: Do you know the importance of a period?
Kid: Yeah, once my sister said she has missed one, my mom fainted, dad got a
heart attack & our driver ran away.

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A women asks man who is traveling with six children,
"Are all these kids yours??"
The man replies, " No, I work in a condom factory and these are customer
complaints".

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A young boy asks his Dad, "What is the difference between confident and
confidential.
Dad says, "You are my son, I'm confident about that.
Your friend over there, is also my son, that's confidential!"

Panic Bush

2006-11-09T08:21:00.000+07:00

Well, loser always try to find a way to minimize his current lost and way to prevent future losses. Bush is replacing the Defense Secretary and promising a softer international relation policy. I’m sure this will give the GOP and its followers a collective shiver as their paranoia will be fed with less enthusiasm.

Digital Mutant

2006-11-08T17:34:00.000+07:00

This looks like the kind of device I always wanted: foldable transformer all-in-digitak-apparatus. It looks cool, and I'm sure will trigger the "ooooh, I want ONE!" instinct of all mecha-freak nerds everywhere.

Dem Take Control

2006-11-08T12:20:00.000+07:00

It looks like it. Now, let us all see if Uncle Sam turned dandy and fluffy next 3 years…

Another Plot

2006-11-07T17:26:00.000+07:00

Plans, not executions. Just in time for US Midterms elections...In the meantime, Amnesty International has done something regarding "Iraq's Former President"

Late Entry

2006-11-07T09:40:00.000+07:00

A child born 13 years after his dad’s sperm met his mom’s ovum. Thanks to the magic of embryo cryogenic and in-vitro fertilization.

Quote: An estimated half a million frozen embryos, almost all of them left over from in vitro treatment, are being kept in the US alone. The previous record for a successfully implanted embryo was 12 years.

Doctors recently coined the term "the embryo dilemma" to express the difficulty many parents of embryos have when it comes to giving instructions for them to be thawed and, in effect, disposed of.

So, it’s up to humanity now: This baby is human. So, any embryo can become human in the end. Embryo disposal, in the end, is killing potential humans.

Death to Saddam Hussein

2006-11-05T17:53:00.000+07:00

Saddam Hussein is punished with death sentence. I wonder if any chaps from Amnesty International will do their best to against it. And I'm now wondering that this sentence is in the similar time-frame as with USA mid-terms election. Seeing that Republican is losing ground and Democrat has not seized the day yet, this move can be seen as Vote-Getting in the expense of a nation. Typical Uber-Sucker America.

Leecher

2006-11-02T09:13:00.000+07:00

Singapore is a small country with big money and highly advanced money sucker who has been boasting good governance and clean law with anti-corruption index of 9.4 (with 10 for no corruption at all). Investments are coming everyday with businessmen spending their money on luxurious transportations and accommodations available all over Singapore. It is a haven for money planter.

And it is a haven for Indonesian money robbers, BIG TIME MONEY ROBBERS.

Indonesia has been known (and seems don’t care about it) for being one of the most corrupt countries on the face of The Earth. Corruptions run rampant here and in every parts of life. The accumulation of corrupt traditions have even make corruptors, who has the most money in Indonesia, looked up as honorable men because of their money.

These honorable men leech money from Indonesia and invest it in Singapore. They even change their citizenship so that they can be regarded as Singaporean.

One benefit of becoming Singaporeans is the fact that Singapore has no extradition agreements with Indonesia. This make no one in Indonesia able to force them, legally, to return to Indonesia with the money the have leeched.

So, you have convinced a general to force bankers to give you US$ 200,000,000 for a project that you know is only an illusion de grandeur, then you runaway to Singapore and become a Singaporean.

You have made yourself an honorable man because you make Singapore richer and you can feed some Indonesia military generals and high-positioned politicians.

You have become a part of Singapore Paradox: One face is Clean Country and One Face is Leeches Haven.

I guess the real foundation of Singaporean Law is MONEY, no matter how they get it.

Links in Nature

2006-10-31T22:47:00.000+07:00

A tale of natural friendship : Desert gives life-giving dust to Rainforest. If this conclusion is true, then nature has given us another example of perfect act of balancing.
An arid desert, almost devoid of life, gives a life-giving part of itself to another, life-abundant region. Talking about sharing your excess!!

Smoke Screen

2006-10-31T12:44:00.000+07:00

This “media reform” is clearly a sign of more paranoia and, in its core, a statement of being a loser. This will be another set of lies erected to enclose other set of lies built to hide the true movements that have been operated by those slaves of sins who call themselves Government of United States of America.

Trust me, if we still let this lie goes on, in the end, no human civilizations will withstand.

Matsuri

2006-10-30T21:39:00.000+07:00

That's Japanese for Festival. Kitaro's best composition is called Matsuri, a festival of sounds. It portrays a harmony of strong-beat drums, alluring windpipes, dancing brasses, and dynamic humanity. Then a question rises: Kitaro's Matsuri, a harmony of almost pure natural sounds, can be enjoyed by everyone on this face of the earth. Then why not all humans can enjoy harmony among themselves?

Seven Deadly Sins: Lust, Pride, Gluttony, Wrath, Sloth, Envy, and foremost Greed. One man once said: Sins are nothing then act of some people that diminishes the rights of other people.

So, listen to Kitaro's Matsuri and think: Why not The Harmony?

No Lesson Learn?

2006-10-27T22:27:00.000+07:00

I know artists need to be deviant and all, but this development is showing that european burgeouis artists community has not learnt that insulting Muhammad can have dire effects.

The Departed

2006-10-26T16:11:00.000+07:00

With this, I hereby declared Mark Wahlberg has joint my pantheon of Top Notch actors together with Willem Dafoe, Steve Buschemy, and Johnny Depp.

Leonardo DiCaprio needs to do a Tim Burton movie before they can join them.

Man, foul-mouthed Dignam is the single most interesting character in the movie. He mercilessly precondition poor Billy Costigan with everything he got till the aspiring cadets gave up his dreams and submit to the foulmouthed sergeant desire. He then blatantly challenged the rising star that is Colin Sullivan to force him to open the undercover agents files which he stubbornly defended and preferred to turn down his badge then hand them. He went on foulmouthing reasons into the cracking Billy Costigan so that the poor agent can continue doing his job nicely. He even put ice on the double-faced Colin Sullivan's guts during the movie turning point event, letting his foulmouth run loose so that the mole can be identified sooner.

And one final act has him put plug in the final hole of series of events of the movie, making his character is the single most questionable character in the movie: is he truly a geniune cop who uses his foulmouth so that no one will use him? Is he a Costello guy pulling strings so that Costello can be killed and he take over? Who gives him the clue of Colin's true nature: himself or the double-pleasuring lady?

Mark Wahlberg. Just give him a movie about gangster and he will make the movie attains its perfect taste.

Death to NGOs

2006-10-18T20:03:00.000+07:00

Praise Putin for making NGO registration an obligation. NGOs are mostly cancers that hinder the growth of a nation by unleashing unhealthy and overhyped issues concerning governmental programs. Many of them are spies. They often say they speak on behalf of the majority, but in similar ways to any political parties, they mostly speak for the one who feed them.

And in any countries where USA is looking closely, NGOs are cheap weapons to slowly disrupt the stability of incumbent governments.

So, Death to (overly hyping and foreign funded) NGOs.

Beer Air

2006-10-18T13:55:00.000+07:00

Or Kingfisher Air.
Talking about capitalization and catching up on global trend of cheap airlines. Wonder if anyone will get free beer as compliment? Indonesian cheap arlines only give water for inflight consumption for short distance flight

Child Labor

2006-10-18T13:29:00.000+07:00

I know Bindi Irwin is the child of the honorable Steve Irwin, but isn't this show an exposure of child labor of highest clarity? I mean, everywhere in USA you can find airports which suggest not to use Indonesia's textiles because they use child-labors, but there are commercials and shows and whatnots there that are highly clearly a show of child-labors doing their job.

Well, in this reality cluster (go go Slam of The Next), there are always two sides of a coin...

Deserted?

2006-10-17T10:04:00.000+07:00

Now, for fans of this blog who are wondering why there are only short posts lately, I can only tell you that I am doing this project right now and the mood to post long articles on this blog is somewhat dampened.

Enjoy my arts !!

Religion and Economy

2006-10-12T21:13:00.000+07:00

It just occured to me that religions and money have been walking along side-by-side. Two of the world's major religons, Christianism and Islam were spread by tradings. Christianity was spread by trading and colonization, while Islam was spread by trading and teaching to commonsfolk. And India has the most religious sects and beliefs that thrives by teaching love and peace and at the same time receiving a lot of donations, the same with religions all over the world.

So, why there are still poor people all around the world that has nothing but God with them in their heart? Is religious prosperity can only be owned by the hypocritic, God-calling capitalists or the pretexting priests?

Money is the source of frictions between religions because no matter how much peace and love they teach, the fear of losing capitals make them unable to give up their beliefs, no matter how old, dysfunctional, and illogical it is. There's alos the inherent arrogance to accept that what they have been believing for their life are wrong and tainted so much with lies and forgeries.

Korean Poker

2006-10-12T07:18:00.000+07:00

If this was a nuclear explosion, it would be a case of a failed explosion

- Michele Alliot-Marie, French defence minister

Sceptism over the much-hyped allegedly North Korean nuclear bomb test abound.

"Both from a technological as well as a political analysis, you would expect North Korea to build a 10-20 kiloton bomb. The fact that it is smaller than that suggests the test was not very successful," he said.

So, will my hunch that North Korean (and USA, Japan, and China) have been over-hyping this “tiny” detonation be confirmed?

A one-off test may be a sign it has only limited quantities of weapons-grade plutonium and has some way to go on the design of a nuclear weapon. A second test would answer those doubts, and clear up the uncertainties still lingering from the first.

Really? So why not all espionage agents in the world stop plutonium from coming to North Korea? Or Iran? Or, while we’re on it, North America?

Nuclear weapons strategy, post-Hiroshima and Nagasaki, are nothing but poker players bluffs.