POSITIVE NOTE

I daresay, for the times that have passed, the activities that have occupied my life for the past couple of years or so, looking back at the stuff I wrote, I realize now, how negative and de-motivating some of them were. Certainly, at some points of those time, I was merely trying to find an outlet to spill all the beans and the junks out. Expressing things freely, while the iron is still hot. Frustrated of unable to find a life human being, reliable to be shared and dwell the emotions upon.
Whatever it was, I did have a reason.

Nevertheless, I can't help looking at it, today - at the state that I am neither ecstatic nor in grief - and thinking how depressing my life had always been, then. I suppose, I learn today that moving forward is always a step better than to sit still or again, dwell
in the past. Because that means you have completely moved on. Even if you haven't, you have tasted something new - bitter or sweet.

My life has been such a roller-coaster that I've developed some passions of being in the roller-coaster--literally or figuratively -- can't tell the difference anymore. I learn that, going down is always faster than going up. But, that's also the same case--going down is FASTER---then, when you go up, it takes longer and a while - still a worthwhile to behold the experience within (the views to view).

I can't help but to express myself in much negative tone just to release and empty the heart in me. But, I would do that, so that I can quickly refill that with better positive notes and some loving.

I am in love, despite my confusion and uncertainty in many aspects --
but, I want to learn to be patient and to have better faith than the rest of the people I know.

God bless me--but I will write some positivity into my life, and let it be embedded into my hungry soul.

Me and Coffee Bean -- just don't work out

There's this thing about the euphoria of going to coffee shop in the city, especially with the growing of coffee franchises and coffee shops around the country, such as Starbucks and Coffee Bean. Suddenly, people just want to drink coffee. Those who drink coffee daily, switch from getting a warm homemade (wife or maid coffee made) to a moment at a coffee joint. Those who don't drink coffee, start drinking, or nowadays, drink anything-else-but-coffee so they can spend time with the coffee drinker to have a moment at a coffee joint.

Suddenly, the expression of "let's have a coffee" or "let's chat at --(name of the coffee joint)" become a daily remark by, ranging from, businessmen/women, housewives-who need to get away from their daily 'house' life, to students - wanting to study at the joint or just simply to get a hold of the shop's free Wi-fi connection (that could work for non-students too).

Whatever it is, drinking coffee or meeting at the coffee shop, is the new trend of the current globalization era and also today's generation.

Don't even mention about how long coffee has been around in this country, or how coffee has become a necessity in life, to a certain lifestyle, instead of just to kill the droopy -drowsiness feeling away. From the hands of OB (Office Boy)--or 'ujang' --as it used to be called - to the hands of trained 'barista' or coffee brewers at joints located inside malls or other public places, coffee is the new 'it'. To discuss this issue, would create a new report of its own and could possibly create sparks and debates inside coffee lovers and nationalists around. Nationalists? yes, coffee beans which have also been produced domestically has becoming an export commodity to be processed abroad and imported back to the country where they grew them. Talking about fairness to local farmers and local villagers? that's another story.

But, my story today has nothing to do with the why and how these coffee trends becoming as they are now. I admit that I am a coffee drinker. As much as I like to limit my caffein intake, but I prefer to experience the ecstasy of drinking coffee rather than to smoke or becoming a druggist. As much as I would like to experience the coffee produced from the hand of maids or OB or anyone handling the coffee maker at home or at work, but, the 'extras' added to the coffee produced from the hands of the coffee brewer sometime give another value to my (coffee) drinking habit . It does taste better since it can have different type of sweets and flavor in it. I love sweets.
However good the coffee is, still, what bothers me the most about going to these joints are the fact that their service, (sorry) sucks! (then, I might be suck too for going there).

One thing for sure, Me and The Coffee Bean, just don't work out. No matter how I try to maintain good relationship, for some reason, The Coffee bean, just don't like me very well.

The reason why I am saying this is not because I don't like their coffee. But, as far as I can remember, every single visit to Coffee Bean has been a disaster--if I may exxagerate it. I always end up leaving the joint in disbelief and anger, still with my coffee bean coffee on my hand.

Some of the experiences I have had include, having the person behind the cashier looking upset (at something) that she/he took my order in a grouchy mood, then I have another cashier handling my order and asking me questions impatiently --that person must've thought that I was such an idiot not understanding why they don't have the 'ice' version of the 'hot' coffee -- another time, I've ordered hot coffee, they gave me ice coffee. Today, I ordered for ice coffee, they gave me hot coffee. I could definitely ask for the coffee to be replaced, but since I've waited for a minimum of 5 mins (for coffee to go--that's way too long), and I've been bypassed by other customers, so I said No. The funny thing too was, as I was very aware that my experience with Coffee Bean has never been good, so I asked the cashier 3 times that if they had the Ice coffee version of my order, in which the person replied, "sure, we have plenty". Yet, they gave me a hot coffee and sorry they didn't have an ICE Swiss Mocha Latte. Doh!

The only time I dared to suggest a meeting at Coffee Bean was when Wi-Fi was still rare and The Coffee Bean at Plaza Senayan was one of them. We needed the connection as we were in the middle of creating a report. I came with my senior, who was nearly 65 years old, and also my other seniors. We all agreed that we could order food at Coffee Bean.
Even that, almost a disaster. When my 65-year-old senior and some of us ordered the seemingly tasty sandwich on foccacia bread, the waiter (or somebody in apron-in case Coffee Bean doesn't really have waiters) delivered the food as if he didn't agree that we should order food at Coffee Bean. We were fine with that. I was slightly fine because I was busy doing other things, but just like others, we agreed that the guy was a bit out of line. Then,thinking that was just it, my senior, who needed help with the large bread, asked for the bread to be chopped in parts. To our astonishment, the same guy replied and said, "why don't you just cut it our own, sir" ---Indonesian "potong sendiri aja pak".

My seniors in such disbelief were still able to reply calmly and said, (Indonesian) "oh begitu ya, terima kasih". Whereas me, I was really ready to burst in anger. But, the only thing i said was, (Indonesian)"oh begitu mas, jadi tidak bisa membantu". And the guy just walked away.

I found that incident to be annoying and ironic at the same time. Considering that we paid almost 100.000/per person (for all coffees and foods combined) that night, the least we could get was some fine service - and of course some friendliness. Yes, as a customer, people might think that I was too slow, or too demanding, or you-name-it. But, hey, rule no.1, customer will always be customer. When you're serving, the least you can do is to...SMILE :) (which i rarely received).

Today, I did another trip to Coffee Bean. I swear to God, I was rather anxious. I was very aware that my relationship with Coffee Bean has never been good. And, Oh My God, it happened (again).

Sometimes, I wonder why on earth do I pay Rp.30k/cup of regular coffee and still walk away with disbelief and feeling upset from lousy service and the discontentment of seeing one.

Lesson learned. Coffee is coffee. Service is service. But when putting two together and they don't work out. Maybe it is time to admit that it is just not working out.

Writing....

I don't know why...

but I have stopped writing...

I used to love writing..

short story, diary, memorable moments, opinions....

but somehow, I have stopped writing.....

Have I lost interest in writing....

Or Am I just simply bored...

But, I love to write...

I want to write...

so, I will.

"Wheeling and Dealing"

"Wheeling and Dealing", the terms my superiors often laughed and sarcastically smirked upon. I've never heard of the terms, making me unsure if the terms actually a self-made term, especially created by the people within my industry - Consulting. But, I have been drawn into this term so much that the moment someone said "Wheeling and Dealing", I would think about it the whole day.

Wheeling and dealing, apparently, is the term that commonly addressed to those men (more so than women) who sat at various public areas, ranging from some 'cheapy' malls' food courts to the coffee shop at some 5-stars hotels, to do some "business(es)" which may include the sorts of conversation of things that (seems like) don't exist just as yet. In other words, the conversations mostly involved in the talking of "future business", "future JV", "future negotiations", "future benefits", and all of other "future" things. The idea is to discuss the potentials of each businesses by venturing each others' connections and most importantly, capitals and assets.

Although sounds like any other normal terms of businesses, however, in reality, these businesses occur when the majority of the men have other jobs and the activities are meant to come either for or from "other" business(es). Also, many of these activities are hardly done at any formal offices. Because more often than not, the offices are non-existent. Therefore, a talk over coffee break, lunch break, dinner break, (or simply other breaks) would do justice. Depending on the nature of the business or the level of the people involved, locations play part in these activities. Normally, higher ranking or targeted men would probably be catered inside an upper-class setting such as a 5-stars hotel. Rarely that these events take place inside a meeting room, as that would probably generate more costs. A coffee lounge would serve them well for the atmosphere and also for the wallet. Also the type of products being wheeled and dealt with would also take part in that decision. There seems to be some unwritten ethical rule of the games in order to be in these activities. If it involves the deals on natural resources, energy and mining, then, men with capitals should be invited to better settings. Locations determine the seriousness, the ability, and the prestige of the people involved.

The players are mostly casually dressed. Without ever really knowing their backgrounds, these men are talking and trying to convince on one-another. CVs would be useless, as performance and past experiences would be derived from references of their networks. The business might sound big. But, the players are not necessarily big.


You can easily find these wheeling and dealing on the process when you hear things like;
tender, government, connection, "Kalimantan", "Sumatra", coal, oil, investment, investors, etc. Or immediately be tuned in when you hear phrases such as, "I know the Secretariat General, Director General (or the so and so officials of the higher ranks in strategic government positions", " I've won tender easily", "the success of so and so is because of me -- not the company", "That (officials) are my men", " we're close with him (higher rank officials", etc.
Obviously, some of these words may sound bias to some of you. They could easily appear in meeting rooms. But, imagine if they all being said outside of that. Beware, you're probably inside a wheeling and dealing situation.

The problem about this whole whealing and dealing is that probably nearly 80% of the meetings are just pure TALKS. Problems often attached to this activity somehow. The products may not be available just as yet or the business may not have officially existed just as yet and the only relying factor of this activity is just the talk and talk themselves. Nevertheless, it is crucial that funds should be disbursed first, in order to make sure that this activity runs to meet everyones' goals and dreams. To put it mildly, wheeling and dealing is one of the ways to find investors - those who would willing to let go their money for future benefits.

It doesn't, however, say that the whole activity comes into a pointless result. Some activities do come into reality. Just like a spider web, the success of this wheeling and dealing really depends on which web is being used and then expanded. If it comes onto the wrong web, anyone can just slipped into a bad deal.


Indonesia - not just Jakarta- is so full of it.
Indonesia being a country blessed with super natural resources- as they say. A country thirst of foreign investments. A country with people wanting to live the life of the super rich. A country, so corrupted, that nobody knows to be exact the right definition of corruption. A place where everybody can become someone and get away with everything they want, as long as they have money. It is such a wonderful place to be live in. It is so full of these wheelers and dealers.

As i sat here, writing this, wheeling and dealing is on its course.
I am not the type to overhear conversations. I don't even care. Minding someone else's business (hopefully) is not in my vocabulary.
However, I just can't help this one. It triggers me to write this blog.

I am not terribly sure about who would be the wheeler and who would be the dealers. All I can share now, one of them is such a good seller to the extend, I find this man could win a speech contest. He's so well-spoken explaining the type of man he is and the connection he could get, and his ability to be relied upon. Not bad for a business man. They are talking about doing business in Kalimantan.
It's not about the whole conversation that I am drawn into. But, the fact that these men are wheeling and dealing right next to me just tickles me with no apparent reason. I know their intentions (supposedly) good. Because, at the end of the day, the essence of these talks are about opportunities, money, and better living standard. If anyone can put these altogether, it's almost impossible to see the wrong side of things. However, as the talk progresses, I realize all these men are just going round and round until they have finished their coffees, decided they should exchange phone numbers, and that they will set up another meeting to discuss the so-called "progress" or "continuance" of their meetings, with no conclusion actually achieved, I believe.

People say, it's common. They (probably) say, "this is how I look for money". I say it's a waste of time.
But, I am not about to have a conclusion, just as yet. Because, the way I see it wheeling and dealing has always been a new trend. So, we' ll see.

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Steve Jobs- CEO of Apple and Pixar - speech.. and me.

From my first introduction to Macintosh in 1995, I have never felt a greater appreciation to the products and the creators as much as I did in 2003, when I first bought my iBook G4 and third generation of iPod. That appreciation and amazement continue to roll until today. However, as much as I admire the brand and the creator, it is the story and the history made behind the products, which have occupied almost every minutes of my life, that interest me. To my sentimental personality and the urge to learn from others on the story of success, the speech below give an added value that would always be a reminder to me that success does not come overnight, and for every success, a struggle comes first.

(the speech was taken from an email sent to me from a dear friend of mine, Rena)

This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve
Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation
Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement
from one of the finest universities in the world. I
never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is
the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation.
Today I want to tell you three stories from my life.
That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6
months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for
another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why
did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was
a young, unwed college graduate student, and she
decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very
strongly that I should be adopted by college
graduates, so everything was all set for me to be
adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that
when I popped out they decided at the last minute that
they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on
a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night
asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want
him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother
later found out that my mother had never graduated
from college and that my father had never graduated
from high school. She refused to sign the final
adoption papers. She only relented a few months later
when my parents promised that I would someday go to
college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively
chose a college that was almost as expensive as
Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings
were being spent on my college tuition. After six
months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea
what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how
college was going to help me figure it out. And here I
was spending all of the money my parents had saved
their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust
that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at
the time, but looking back it was one of the best
decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I
could stop taking the required classes that didn't
interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that
looked interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so
I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned
coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and
I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday
night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna
temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into
by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to
be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best
calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the
campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was
beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped
out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I
decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do
this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces,
about varying the amount of space between different
letter combinations, about what makes great typography
great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically
subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I
found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical
application in my life. But ten years later, when we
were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all
came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac.
It was the first computer with beautiful typography.
If I had never dropped in on that single course in
college, the Mac would have never had multiple
typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since
Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no
personal computer would have them. If I had never
dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this
calligraphy class, and personal computers might not
have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course
it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward
when I was in college. But it was very, very clear
looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you
can only connect them looking backwards. So you have
to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your
future. You have to trust in something — your gut,
destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has
never let me down, and it has made all the difference
in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in
life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage
when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple
had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a
$2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had
just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a
year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got
fired. How can you get fired from a company you
started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I
thought was very talented to run the company with me,
and for the first year or so things went well. But
then our visions of the future began to diverge and
eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our
Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out.
And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my
entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I
felt that I had let the previous generation of
entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as
it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard
and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up
so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even
thought about running away from the valley. But
something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved
what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not
changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was
still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting
fired from Apple was the best thing that could have
ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful
was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner
again, less sure about everything. It freed me to
enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named
NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love
with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar
went on to create the worlds first computer animated
feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most
successful animation studio in the world. In a
remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I
returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at
NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance.
And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I
hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting
medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes
life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose
faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me
going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find
what you love. And that is as true for your work as it
is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large
part of your life, and the only way to be truly
satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And
the only way to do great work is to love what you do.
If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't
settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know
when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it
just gets better and better as the years roll on. So
keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something
like: "If you live each day as if it was your last,
someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an
impression on me, and since then, for the past 33
years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and
asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life,
would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And
whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in
a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most
important tool I've ever encountered to help me make
the big choices in life. Because almost everything —
all external expectations, all pride, all fear of
embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away
in the face of death, leaving only what is truly
important. Remembering that you are going to die is
the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you
have something to lose. You are already naked. There
is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a
scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a
tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a
pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost
certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that
I should expect to live no longer than three to six
months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my
affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare
to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything
you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them
in just a few months. It means to make sure everything
is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible
for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that
evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope
down my throat, through my stomach and into my
intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a
few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife,
who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells
under a microscope the doctors started crying because
it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic
cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery
and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I
hope its the closest I get for a few more decades.
Having lived through it, I can now say this to you
with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful
but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to
heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death
is the destination we all share. No one has ever
escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death
is very likely the single best invention of Life. It
is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make
way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday
not too long from now, you will gradually become the
old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but
it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone
else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is
living with the results of other people's thinking.
Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your
own inner voice. And most important, have the courage
to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow
already know what you truly want to become. Everything
else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication
called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the
bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow
named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park ,
and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This
was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and
desktop publishing, so it was all made with
typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was
sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before
Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing
with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The
Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its
course, they put out a final issue. It was the
mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of
their final issue was a photograph of an early morning
country road, the kind you might find yourself
hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it
were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was
their farewell message as they signed off. Stay
Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that
for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I
wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.

Collection of My blogs from Friendster

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AUTHOR: Denok
TITLE: Friends---you will always remember

DATE: 03/26/2005 08:29:36 AM
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BODY:

I woke this morning because one of my closest friends sent me a text message saying that she bumped into my sister in one of the salons nearby our hometown. It wasn't the fact that she bumped into my sister that attracted me, but it was the fact that she went out with my 2 other closest friends and she took the time to tell me that. I thought then, how fun it must have been to meet friends that we used to have almost everyday in high school.

Life after high school has changed so fast that the older you get the less friends you have obviously. Everybody is busy with their hectic lifes. One is figuring out its way out of college, the other one is getting ready to make the most important decision of one's life, marriage, and the rest others are just trying to get by with their own uncertainties in life, called the real world. Whatever that is, most people tend to forget how incredible the feelings of being able to sit down and meet their closest friends. At least for me, having to live on the other side of my hometown, in a country where people praised individuality and capitalism, I certainly longing to have those days back. The days where I could just sit with my bestfriends, listening to their jokes and sometimes unintelligent comments-- which I often find very soothing for my serious minds.

No matter how far you go, there is no place like home, that's what old people are saying. I find this very true. I've been as far as on the other side of the world, going here and there in the unknowns, and yet, I often think of home. You'll find new friends whereever you go, you'll build new closest friends as you go, but there will always be that moment when you will never forget the friends you'll always have. Friends who will check on you whereever or how far you go. Friends who've changed your life so much that any concrete gifts in this world wouldn't have been enough to express your gratifications. Friends who will never change how they behave in front of you, in their own uniqueness, will often say "I am still the person you knew few years ago--still am--perhaps, i'm modifying myself a litte bit better". Friends who've reminded you at things you did, that you'll share the story with. Friends who are even in the future, you'll always mention to other people from the stories that you can share with them. Those are for sure friends, that you will always remember.

I am a worshipper in friendship. I value friendship and bring the matter close to the heart. I am the type that will choose to have little friends who'll value me as a friend and a person, than to have more, so that I can make myself look like a fool trying to engange a conversation. To me, there is a sense of loyalty when it comes to friendship, but at the same time, a great sense of hatred when it comes to betrayals and fakeness. So, knowing that you have friends, that no matter how busy they are, or how far they've becoming, and they still remember you, you know how good the feelings are just to even know that they'll always be your friends, your closest friends at heart.

I must say, my friends are one of things I have that makes me the person that I am right now, and the person I want to be in the future. They are one of my greatest posessions in the world and I hope it will always stay that way.

I miss you all!!
Love,
-DENOK-

--dedicated to The Pandirs and to my high school friends who've often said "HI" to me--

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AUTHOR: Denok
TITLE: Am I looking down at myself? or am i just being too ambitious?

DATE: 06/10/2005 08:25:54 AM
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BODY:

Here we go again,
Another success story. My boss's son graduated from Tuck's Business School of Darmouth University. Not only he is graduating as one of the top 5 in the MBA program, he'll receive 2 high honors from Darmouth University. Boston Consulting Group is one of the first top companies who are ready to offer him a job. He didn't have to apply for it -- makes sense. WOW!(i want that ...yes)

Here I am , listening to this great story. The joy that I feel for his mother--who happened to raise him by herself, as a single mother, and also, the slap I feel in my face. This is not the first time I hear great stories like this. A friend who got accepted in the top graduate schools. A friend who got hired by Fortune 500 Companies even before he graduated. A friend who who received top awards---plus full scholarships, etc etc.
They all are great. Usually, I feel fine, and I've always been fine.

Except, now, I feel like everybody that I know around me is moving up and I am still here.
Is there something wrong--with me? Am I looking down at myself? or perhaps I am just being too ambitious?

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AUTHOR: Denok
TITLE: A little bit about Me--haha--

DATE: 06/24/2005 08:43:47 AM
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BODY:

> >WANITA AQUARIUS
> >
> >Jika anda mencintai wanita tipe ini, anda harus
> >bersiap-siap menjadi bahagia selamanya atau sangat
> >bersedih. Ia adalah wanita supersibuk dengan
> >masalah-masalahnya, persis seperti cowok dengan
> >zodiak yang sama. Ia mampu hidup sendiri tanpa
> >adanya pria dalam kehidupannya, orang yang
> >benar-benar kuat. Bukan karena ia tidak dapat
> >menemukan cowok impiannya, tetapi jika ia memang
> >tidak dapat menemukan cowok demikian, apa boleh
> >buat.
> >
> >Apalagi karena memang dia berpikir bahwa dia mampu
> >melakukan apapun yang mampu dilakukan seorang pria.
> >Ia adalah seorang pemimpin, tipe orang yang
> >benar-benar penuh percaya diri. Ia suka melakukan
> >segalanya sendiri, membuka pintu sendiri, melayani
> >diri sendiri. Karena ia berpikir menunggu bantuan
> >orang lain hanyalah membuang waktu saja, dan dia
> >tidak cukup sabar menunggu orang lain melakukan hal
> >itu.
> >
> >Jika ia duluan mengajak anda kencan, jangan pikir
> >bahwa ia akan mulai menggoda anda duluan. Ia
> >melakukannya karena dipikirnya menunggu anda
> >mengajak kencan akan sangat membosankan dan
> >membuang-buang waktu saja. Ia sangat menyukai cowok
> >cool yang terkadang bertingkah seakan cuek terhadap
> >dirinya, maka ia akan memiliki kesempatan untuk
> >menunjukkan kepercayaan dirinya.
> >
> >Ia suka untuk menebak reaksi seseorang pria, tapi
> >pada saat yang bersamaan ia suka sekali jika ada
> >banyak pria menginginkan dirinya. Ia adalah tipe
> >orang yang berani yang mampu melakukan banyak hal
> >secara berbeda dari orang lain dalam lingkungan yang
> >sama. Ia berani berjuang untuk mendapatkan apa yang
> >ia pikir menjadi miliknya.
> >
> >Walaupun ia bertingkah penuh percaya diri, ia
> >seringkali merasa kesepian dan sendiri. Jika ia
> >putus dengan orang lain, ia tidak akan
> >memperlihatkan emosi apapun, walaupun sebenarnya ia
> >dipenuhi dengan rasa sakit dan penderitaan. Tidak
> >lama kemudian, dia akan kembali menjadi orang yang
> >cerah ceria, karena dia selalu melihat dunia secara
> >positif dan memiliki "Kepercayaan" pada kata
> >"Cinta."
> >
> >Ia memiliki lebih banyak teman cowok daripada cewek,
> >maka jika anda berpacaran dengan dia, jangan menjadi
> >tipe pencemburu. Ia mungkin sedikit pencemburu, tapi
> >ia sangat membenci tipe cowok pencemburu. Ia
> >mencintai "kebebasan" baik sebelum dan sesudah
> >menikah, kebebasan dia harus sama dan tidak boleh
> >diikat.
> >
> >Ia ingin anda mempercayainya, bahkan mungkin jika ia
> >tidak mempercayai anda. Ia suka menjadi pihak yang
> >"benar", maka jika anda bertengkar dengannya,
> >biarkan dia menang, jika memang hal yang
> >dipertengkarkan bukan masalah besar.
> >
> >Ia adalah tipe orang yang langsung dan terbuka, maka
> >jika ia tidak lagi mencintai anda, ia akan
> >mengatakannya langsung kepada anda.
> >
> >Cinta dan hubungan yang dia bangun selalu nyata,
> >maka jika ia mengatakan "Kita bubar" maka sudah
> >saatnya anda bubar, dia tidak sedang menguji anda.
> >Ia bukan tipe cewek yang mudah terluka, maka anda
> >tidak perlu kuatir mengenai dirinya, ia mampu untuk
> >bangkit sendiri. Jika ia bersama anda ketika anda
> >sakit, maka dia akan merawat anda, bahkan merawat
> >anda berarti "pinjaman kecil" baginya.
> >
> >Jangan pernah menyimpan rahasia dari dirinya, hal
> >ini sangat dibencinya dan dapat membuatnya sangat
> >marah. Ketika ia sedih, mengertilah dia.
> >Ketika ia bahagia, bahagialah bersamanya, ia
> >menyukainya. Anda tidak akan pernah bosan bersama
> >cewek tipe ini. Mereka yang dekat dengannya akan
> >tahu bahwa dibalik semua percaya diri dan sifatnya
> >yang berdarah dingin, ia sama rentannya seperti
> >semua wanita.
> >
> >Ia adalah orang yang menyenangkan dan banyak bicara,
> >dan ia suka menggoda anda. Jangan biarkan dia
> >berbicara sendiri, karena bila hal itu terjadi, ia
> >akan meninggalkan anda. Ia memiliki banyak tipe
> >pekerjan, karena ia percaya bahwa apa yang bisa
> >dialakukan kaum pria, bisa juga dilakukannya. Jika
> >anda ingin mempekerjakannya, jangan harap.
> >
> >Ketika ia sedang jatuh cinta, ia akan meninggalkan
> >pekerjaannya di siang hari hanya untuk menemui anda,
> >tetapi dia akan segera kembali ke pekerjaannya dan
> >kembali serius bekerja. Jika anda mampu untuk hidup
> >dan mencintai seorang "wanita pekerja", maka anda
> >akan pas dengannya. Jika ia marah, carilah tempat
> >berteduh dari "badai".
> >
> >Tapi kemarahannya hanya akan sebentar saja. Ia bukan
> >tipe pembalas dendam, dan tidak akan memikirkan
> >mengenai saat "pembalasan". Banyak orang berpikir
> >bahwa dia benar-benar "cowok hebat", walaupun
> >sebenarnya dia benar-benar 100% cewek. Ia mudah
> >terluka, maka sebaiknya anda bersikap baik padanya.
> >
> >Jika ia benar-benar mencintai anda, maka anda
> >beruntung, karena ia adalah orang yang jujur, tulus,
> >dan tidak akan pernah membuat anda bosan. Anda harus
> >mengerti bahwa terkadang ia akan menjadi terlalu
> >percaya diri, dan terkadang cenderung bersikap
> >ngeboss.
> >
> >
> >

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AUTHOR: Denok
TITLE: Jakarta...oh Jakarta

DATE: 10/01/2005 03:56:27 AM
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BODY:

what is wrong with Jakarta? well, let me tell you what is wrong with it.

The city is a perfect example of a city in chaos. No other cities like it --of course yes, I've never been to the cities in the AFrican continent or any city in India---but I bet you wouldn't find anything like the loving, temperamental, corrupted, and yet amazing city of Jakarta, a mega metropolitan city.

The traffic is like a suicide machine that kills people slowly. Spend a few hours on the road, and couple of hours stuck in the traffic every day, every week in your every living time, you'll find yourself in agony and pain from the stress, the anger, the will to kill each other.
Who did not come home one day in complains?
who did not drive one day with a will to kill or hit any of the "flying" motorcycles?
who did not explode one day finding out that your car or your motorcyle have been hit by a fellow rider?
or
who did not have any story about the rendezvous with the men on the road, mr. and mrs. Police officers, whom of course by any judgment, we should try to limit these fine, working hard people and try to appreciate them with their efforts to control the traffic, and not in any way by "a little business" they're pulling through whenever they can with any (so-called) unfortunate riders.

if every opinion and every complains are like the disease that will clogged a human's artery. Then, not a single soul will stay alive within a day. They all will have strokes, heart attack, and common problems alike (all doctors, you can disagree with me on this assumption. I am not a Doctor).

and yet, my friends, there are more and more people by counts in this city. They all survived and evolved. Isn't that amazing?

The stories below will describe in details the every day activities on the road------

----The traffic is ridiculously horrible! You think driving 2 hours or more
to Martha's Vineyard or New Hampshire from Boston is a long drive? Try
sitting in a car for that many hours and not actually driving, instead,
you're sitting in your car. You are not moving anywhere.


Compared to Boston, however, Jakarta has more experienced and skillful
drivers. Imagine a Nascar Event or an F1 Competition------but this time
you have 10 times the number of cars in a single road, doing exactly
just that.in addition to the number of motorbikes going sideways, from
every side of your cars trying to pass or cut you right when you're
running about 110 miles/hr. zig zaggin'---and swooooooosshhhhhhh....
It's a wonder that we don't have that many people involved in the car race competition or something like that-----


you have a highway for one way that will ONLY allow 3 cars stretched
side by side--but in here those 3 lanes become 5 (6 is also possible)
lanes.You'll have a mixed of big, small compact cars, SUVs, and jeeps
versus pick-up cars, minibus to a Giant bus and also container trucks,
on the same street heading the same direction, head-to head, neck to
neck trying to cut each other. sounds dangerous? maybe, but here,
that's normal.
Oh wait, don't forget the motorbikes that are like "mosquitoes" ready to bite you..

they are very exciting mobiles tranporters that if you're driving a
car, you feel like you want to slap or hit or kicked them out off the
road.
but, again, you hardly see people got kicked off off the road.


Only 3 men or more cars can be allowed to go on the road during rush
hours. At certain locations, only cars manufactured from the year 1995
and above can be allowed to be on the road.
However if you are found guilty not following the rules, just like any other countries, the law is there to punish you.
The slight different is that you finish the job right there on the spot----

"it's up to you sir, the rate is between Rp. 50.000 to Rp.
200.000---we'll be happy not to see you again" --(sounds familiar?)

If you hit a pedestrian, it's the pedestrian's fault.
If you hit a car, it's that car's fault for not knowing that you're there.
If you hit a motorbike, it's that motorbike's fault for cutting your way.
If you can't avoid a collision with other cars, then, you blame on the road.


Funny how the traffic goes in this city. I couldn't say for all other
cities in this county--not fair, I think. But, it's enough to describe
one aspect of a mega metropolitan city called Jakarta.

(to be continued)

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AUTHOR: Denok
TITLE: Killer Motorists

DATE: 01/17/2006 05:25:52 AM
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BODY:

Just like any days of my working days, I took the cut through Kemang Timur (or is it Utara?) from Jl. Ampera before reaching the main street of Warung Buncit. I found out that by going through that route could save me about 20 minutes compared to taking Cawang Highway. Plus, it saves me from pressing the brakes too many often -- that relieves me a lot from the stress of being too close to the other cars by less-than-an-inch from my side mirror to the other's which usually happens after you pay the Rp.4500 toll fee. However taking the shorter route via Kemang gives its own shares of stress. You will probably encounter same types of vehicles, big or small, in highway, but if you take the ordinary roads, like the ones in Kemang, you will definitely encounter passing killer motorists.

I have nothing againts motorists and their bikes in general. How could I? After all, my brother is riding one of them -- thus my parents own one of them as well. Especially with the higher fuel price lately, who are they to be blamed for making the decision to buy motorcyles instead? But, I do believe that when I am on the road, driving, I feel like I am in the middle of a war with the motorists. These people, whether that would be a member of my family, relatives and friends, they all have seemed to turn themselves againts me, and I against them. What was friends, turns to foes. As I start my day, I feel like I have to get myself fully prepared, physically and mentally for battle with no ending. My daily journey to work usually takes about an hour or so-- already, depending on the traffic. But the efforts to get to my destination actually takes more than just the time and the patience to go through it. Every single driving skills, in addition to knowledge of the roads, are needed in order to survive the battle.

Picture this----
You're driving your car down on a two-way street. I am not talking about highways with 2-3 lanes, but small roads with lanes going to the opposite direction. That means, in order for you to pass the car in front of you, you'll have to step on the gas and make sure the other side of the street is empty so you can make the loop. So, now, you're stuck in traffic. The cars ahead of you don't seem to move a lot --- you're guessing probably because there's a traffic light in front of line, or, an (God-forbids) that an accident is occuring at that moment. Of course, depending on the width of the road, you are finding your car to be about a few inches from the car's side mirror on the opposite direction. In other words, the lane could only fit one car.
But, imagine this, how about if within that few inches you have to save your car from getting hit by the passing cars, you have a (or possibly more) motorcyle (s) in between?

I found this rather factly proven occurences between motorists and car drivers quite funny. Obviously, if the motorist(s) get hit by the car, regardless if the motorist get hurt or not, whatever car that "touched" the motorists will eventually be blamed for being reckless and not paying attention to roads/traffic. On that sense also, regardless if the car is badly dented, it's still the driver's fault and therefore the motorist(s) has no obligation to pay for the damage caused (well, in a lot of cases, the cars are just too damn expensive for the motorist to pay for the damage).
I've heard and understood about this culture of jakarta traffic so many often. Finally, I've eyewitnessed it. Guess what?! I was laughing----it was just so true. Motorcyles with their motorists seem to find their ways of getting out of troubles. Cars -- or big dudes such as buses and trucks would get the final blame.

One morning I was on my way the same scenario occurred in kemang. A bus from the opposite direction as I did, almost (if it really happened, I wouldn't be laughing about it) hit a motorist who was standing by right next to my car. Obviously, he was waiting for the bus to pass. But, judging from my point of view, I could very well tell that I hadn't move forward a bit, this motorist would get hit. Well, unfortunately, I couldn't move at all, so, supposedly, the motorist should have realized what was happening. But, I had seen it coming. The bus, which was actually a metromini, was moving slowly. I guess, the driver was trying to avoid any collision between the traffic from our side and some electric poles on the side of the street. When the bus almost "touched" the motorist, obviously the motorist went ballistic and banged on the bus's body. I could see from my mirror that the bus driver felt the same rage because he must've felt that he didn't do anything wrong (which I could see why) and that he was on the right side of the street. Out of my usual attitude to buses in jakarta, this time, I felt as if I wanted to help the bus driver to scream at the motorist for doing what he did.---then, I suppose, i'd laugh about it as well.

I don't drive motorcyle on the street of Jakarta. Neither have I ever driven ones somewhere else ( I did it one time in Bali). I admitted that driving one is rather too dangerous for me. But, I've talked to motorists and have actually discussed many things with anyone who drive both motorcyles as well as cars.You could argue with me that anyone knows that Motorcyles should queue just like any other vehicles on the roads. They are not supposed to use the other side of the lanes for their own benefits, thus could possibly lead to jeopardizing the lives of the people from the other side of the lane. A strict law needs to be enforced to guide and rule out these I-would-say killer motorists. They are willing to do or to take anything in order to get to their destinations.

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AUTHOR: Denok
TITLE: The WORLD CUP, Soccer Game, of 2006 FRENZY----is OVER

DATE: 07/13/2006 06:44:36 AM
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BODY:

Ahhhh--Those days, The days where everyone just looked forward to the television in almost every single night. The days where every morning you would either see smile (because someone/some people just won bets, for example) or see gloomy faces (because someone/some people just lost bets, for example). The days where after office hours, people started to figure out who's winning what, the score, the voor----the first time I learned about this word, (call me an idiot, but I never bet on soccer game or any other games--aaight ;))----and where to gather and watch the game. The days, where for meeee, to see the roads were empty!!!!! because everybody took their time to come to work and I could get up late and not being scold about it----(especially when my boss was betting and watching the game until he could see the sun)---

Ahhh----those days are gone---

Now--back to normal life. Everything is too normal now. Scary----at 8 am, the roads were all blocked side to side, between side mirror and the motorcycles----

and again---me, in my car, trying to race my way to the office, just to make sure that my boss is not there yet---

oopsss---i forgot, he's still on vacation --hahahahahah---

VIVA ITALY!!!! ROck On BUFFON! ----(Je suis desolee Zidane---mais, j'ai prefere L'italienne---)

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AUTHOR: Denok
TITLE: Wedding and jeasn

DATE: 07/25/2006 07:03:36 AM
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BODY:

If there's one more thing about people's attitude or culture that I JUST don't get it is the fact that for SOME people, going to a wedding is equal to going to a MALL. I don't understand why people would wear JEANS to a WEDDING.

This isn't about personal preferences in personal taste of fashion or the liberty to wear whatever that clothes that you want to wear. This is about common sense and the etiquette and a whole other nine yards about culture---whether that be a western culture or our own lovely culture of Indonesia.

You just DON'T wear JEANS to a wedding!

We were all taught ever since we were kids that whenever there was an occassion --birthday, religious events, or family cultural gatherings ---we had to look tidy, neat and especially look at our best. Perhaps, jeans was not exactly available to some of us back then---but hardly, unless our parents just bought us new pair of denim pants or denim dress---, we were always forced to wear something frilly (for girls), party outfit as some of us might referred to today's term or even back then. In fact, for us Indonesians, if we ever pay attention to our own roots, whenever there's a cultural event, we are strongly encouraged to wear our ethnic clothes. As a matter of fact, they are not just ORDINARY ethnic clothes or outfits, but they are especially made or especially created from the past in order to preserved the beauty or the essence of the party/ceremony. In other words, they are created in order to RESPECT the event and the host of the event.

Now, we are all taught that WEDDINGs or MARRIAGE ceremony is a sacred event, regardless from what culture or background you are coming from. At the end of the day, the ceremony is always good and full of celebration. Respectfully, when you're celebrating that means you have fun with it, you're having a blast, you're partying! When you're partying, you try to look at your best. What I mean by BEST does not limit it down to wear the most expensive clothes you'll ever wear. But, it's about looking to suit the event that you're going to. In that way, you're respecting the host, you're showing an attitude that you're also celebrating and thanking the host for the party that they throw to you.

When you go to a wedding in Indonesia, you're not required to wear Kebaya. But, MOST people know that you have to dress respectfully by wearing dresses (for women) or Suits (for men) for the very least.

But, to wear jeans is the same thing with mocking the host at whatever reason you're trying to prove. No matter how pretty or handsome or how cool or rich the person is. But, if you don't know what to wear to a certain event. All I can say is that I feel sorry for you and you better find a personal help! If you don't think this is a serious thing---then, you better start thinking about it---until, there's a rule written out in the mind of the society that from that moment on,the new trend of the wedding's dress code would be a pair of jeans and a frilly shirt --for us women (but even if that's happening, I think it would more like a denim dress---rather )

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AUTHOR: Denok
TITLE: Liberty to express opinions
DATE: 07/25/2006 07:15:41 AM
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BODY:

Every single souls in this planet should have the freedom to express their opinions whenever and wherever they want! EVEN IF, the person say the same thing over and over again or the person goes ROUND and ROUND just to come to a single sentence conclusion.

Whatever it is or however they do it-----it all comes back down to one thing----

THEY ALL WANT TO BE HEARD!!!

I want to be heard! therefore I refuse to calm down until my opinions are expressed---whether you like it or not!!!

and--DON"T YOU DARE TO CUT ME OFF WHEN TALKING!!!!

(the lines on this blog are dedicated to my RESPECTFUL Superior in which I humbly admired and HATE at the same time----)

--due to the sensitiveness of the subject of this blog and the risk of the offensiveness to those who read, i apologize for the inconvenience--

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AUTHOR: Denok
TITLE:

DATE: 08/06/2006 07:00:48 PM
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BODY:

One more thing to say about me--hehehehe---

THE WATER FEMALE DOG

She is quite terrifically beautiful, with a slight air of aloofness that says it all. She is the hardest of the Dogs to know & is more aware of her pedigree than the other element dogs. She can be aggressive but not vicious or malevolent. Her bark is worse than her bite. As a friend she is as loyal as all dogs but it is not easy getting close to her. She has an instinctive internalized spirit of self-preservation which she rarely lets down & unless she has researched you, chances are she will keep you at arms length but break through & she will overwhelm you with affection.

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AUTHOR: Denok
TITLE: The signs on the busses---

DATE: 12/01/2006 04:14:19 AM
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BODY:

I must admit that the past few weeks, I haven't been at my high moment. Not that it has been for the past few months either. I feel like i'm sliding downward - worse, it's a spiral one. It's a downward trend in which I am not allowed to fall down instantly, but I have to be able to taste the very tiny inch of the reason i must fall.I couldn't think of anything else to face but to just stand still, be brave and making face of " BRING IT ON! ", or " COME WHAT MAY" or something similar to that. I feel like I have been bombarded with so many turbulences in all aspects of life ----work, relationship, financial, family, even LIFE itself! I got so frustrated to the idea that I am just bound to be a failure ----soon, in the process..or has it come to an end yet??

Little did I know that all the things I have been feeling inside actually came out quite clearly reflected upon my face. I'm an ignorant person who pretty much have no plans of minding someone else's business. Although, I don't mean to say that people mind my business in a negative way, but I found that people do pay attention to my well being-----even if the person is only as close as a superior and an office boy at work. But, my point is that whatever that is happenning to me right now, people can basically tell because in an indirect way, i , somehow, share it with them, the people I interact the most on a daily basis -- and that, I think, worries them.

Guess what?.. It worries me too.

Slowly, I start to notice that I basically am not alone. Alone, in a sense, that I finally see where I stand among them. A colleague of mine gave me a wake up call, a simple sentence which i found to be a good compliment, but never thought he would say it. It gave me the strength to get back on my feet to do my job again. Not because it's a compliment, more so, i take it as a challenge. A bestfriend of mine, never, even once, to discourage me from going after an out-of-reach man, and yet, she gets me going to prove that I'm a better woman. My parents, especially my father, have not said a single word about failure --- the words are always about a light at the end of the tunnel (with no another train coming from the other side for sure :))--- I lost one thing because i'm going to get another thing --- I failed one thing because I'm going to excel on another thing --- I experienced pain because i'm going to feel the joyful sensation of something else--- so on so forth..

So, one day, I woke up thinking , " Hey, life is a bitch!, I might be a sorry bitch, but i'm a lucky bitch :D! --- My life is not great at this point, but guess what, it's not a total loss! --- I can fall down, but I make sure i'm having a blast when i fall down, so when I go back up, I know that falling down is not always that bad! it can rock!....."

I went to work that day. Stuck in the same old traffic jam at Warung Buncit, the same old motor riots on the road, and the same war mentality ---but, what gives me the most attention were the signs behind the busses!...

(Obviously, everybody in Jakarta knew, that somehow, drivers for gung-ho-ready- to- rumble- busses like METRO MINI, or KOPAJA like to write phrases using stickers at the rear window. The phrases are somewhat short and to certain extend, meaningless. It wonders people, why they wrote or chose to write those phrases with no clear intention)

2 busses passed by my car. At the rear window, the first one said, " Jangan stress! Dong " ( don't stress--) with a bold and orangish color at the word " STRESS", while the rest were in smaller writings with positionings close to one another. The next one, then, said " Tersenyum kembali " (smile again) with a better positioning and look from the outside.

What are the odds? Were the drivers knew about what or how I felt at the time? Or They were all just a mere coincidence? or something else? you'll be the judge. But, I was indeed smiling at the time. My life is ain't that great at the moment. But, I was smiling and it's a Great feeling to be able to smile again!

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COMMENT:
AUTHOR: ibe
EMAIL: ibe@mrafnb.co.id
IP: 202.153.240.111
URL: http://www.friendster.com/7468850
DATE: 01/19/2007 09:27:34 AM
eh nok nih ada beberapa kalimat lucu yg suka ada di belakang kopaja, metro, truk dll..mudah mudahan menghibur!


"TABAH MENANTI"

"Mabok bae"

"Ku Nanti Jandamu"

NEW FEAR THE ME IS 3 --> Nyupir demi istri

AN 3 DIS

!!! SEKARANG BAYAR, BESOK GRATIS !!!

""Ber 2 1 7 an"

CAN'T ARE ROCK --> Ken Arok

MER - 123 - LUCK --> Mertua Galak

THONK HE LOVE --> Thonk khilaf

"Anda butuh waktu,kami butuh uang"

"Naik Gratis,Turun Bayar"

"Ma2ku 1/3 dis"

THE ME anak IS 3

Jagalah jandamu --> jagalah jarak anda???

"JANGAN DINIKAHI BILA SEGEL RUSAK"

"be are the kill us all come fuck" -->Biar dekil
asal
kompak

SO FEAR SHE N THINK ---> Sopir Sinting

BE YOUNG CARE ROCK ---> Biang Kerok

Alone By Must ---> Alon bae Mas

CINTAMU TAK SEMURNI BENSINKU

CINTAMU TAK SETULUS CINTA EMAK GW

Ja 500 Let --> Jago Pelet

Moe K Sue Fear 1/3 Rong --> Muka Supir seperti garong

SPONGE DONG

BURONAN MERTUA

"on any book an plumb pleasant"

"BERSATU DI PANGKALAN BERSAING DI
JALANAN"

**Bercinta di Bis Berpisah di Terminal**

"STREET FIGHTER"

PUTUS CINTA... sudah biasa...
PUTUS ROKOK... merana...
PUTUS REM... matilah kita...

Cintaku Berat Di Bensin

MAN 7 jur ---> mantu jujur

JUM'AT KELABU ---> Trayek Ps. Jumat - Pd. Labu

Mencari nafkah demi desah

JANDA BARU NENEN ---> Trayek Juanda - Ps.Baru - Senen

JANDA 1/3 DIS

Do Now .. Casino ... In Draw ... War Cop DKI

"bukan salah ibu mengandung.. .salah bapak nggak pake sarung"

LONG STREET OF MEMORY

"Ora Sama Bin Lain"

"besar di rantau, tua di jalan"

"tak sehina yang kau duga"

"Q-Cay Was here" trus dibawahnya ditulis
"kasian deh lo wasir.. ke dokter aja"

"UCOK= Uang Cukup Ongkos Kurang"

"Lupa namanya, ingat rasanya"

"Enak tapi dosa"

"Istri goyang suami basah"

"pergi karena tugas ... pulang karena beras.. "

"rejekiku dari silitmu" --> tulisan di truk sedot tinja

MATSIBISHA

cinta di tolak dukun terbahak

Fuck Here Miss Kind!!! --> Fakir Miskin

"goyang pantura"

Pulang malu, tak pulang rindu..

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AUTHOR: Denok
TITLE: Signs of FEAR

DATE: 01/25/2007 08:11:58 AM
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BODY:

Lately, I've been thinking hard. How...how on earth can we control all of these growing motorcycles in the city? I thought of a few ideas to begin with, in which I mostly borrowed from The US.

For one, we could try to install cameras in every intersections in the city, excluding, however, major intersections where police officers are likely to stay. But then, I realized, with the heavy level of theft and also destructive behaviors to public facilities, most cameras will be gone or broken within a shorter period of time. Not to mention, even if the police managed to install many using complicated methods to securing these cameras, they would probably be lost in tracking of who to after and where they go or stay. Especially since most people are using different address for their plates and driving license altogether, It would be difficult to track these violators. Of course, on the other hand, the final basic question would be, do they have the money to support this program? My humble ordinary sense says, even if they do, most will end up in someone else's pocket.

Okay,then, I thought again, how about SIGNS? Of course, it would be too simple to think of only JUST ordinary signs. There are many signs on the street. But, as I've observed, with the bulky, cool-looking, yet seemed to be expensive, helmets, they have seemed to limit the capacity for these bikers to see and to, at the end, take the time to comprehend the meaning behind the signs already there.

So, what would these proposed signs be like?

I think, these signs have to be those that would create the most uncomfortable feelings in people, and also, at the end, it would create some paranoia and fear of the images in them. Then, that would be one of the most effective tools worth to try.

Why?

This is what I believe. Indonesian people are always full of trends. The social, family-oriented, strong networking system, and the upbringing in the society bring out best of pretty much anything that has gone from one mouth to another. The more people are talking, using or are doing it, the more will follow. The basic reason is simple, people don't want to be left out----because it's after all, the trend!

No wonder, telenovelas, celebrity gossip shows, among other things often become the hype of the season or generation in which everyone who does not know means they don't belong in that social group or category.

So then, one of the first steps is to create the trend. My proposal is to create the trends of fear.

It is still in my humble mind that Indonesia, known as one of the biggest moslem countries in the world, are so attached to the mystical world. This fact confuses me a lot. It appears that It got a bit too much for some uneducated Indonesians to handle. They have the believe that if they ever break any rules, they might be punished with bad karma. That, at the end, they might be punished with odd things, in the superstitious world--that will lead them to dire effect of the mystical world---

Well, in that case, why don't we use that sense of fear to a good use instead?

No, I'm NOT trying to say that we have to create some black magic spells for people to obey (althought that would be cool actually hehehe)

But, instead, we should create signs that could easily hit their bottom fears and at the same time, effectively, would create strong sense of paranoaia in their minds. These signs would have gruesome images, an after effect of an accident, for example, or wordings of exactly HOW MUCH money they have to be punished with, the writing of the number of days they can sit behind bars. The signs need to be made particularly visible to the eyes, and impressive enough to the mind and finally, it would leave enough marks on their hearts and feelings.

After that, these signs need to be located at effective, strategic spots, such as the intersections, or as a start, where most accidents tend to occur. The size of the signs cannot be smaller than any political campaigns billboards. In fact, it either the same or bigger.( I mean, after all, if these politicians really do care about their "people", they must not complain, and if necessary, we should make them pay for these signs). Generally, the best spot would be one of those areas where people stop for traffic lights.

I don't think this strategy has never been done before in any other countries. But, it sure has never been done here, in our beloved JAKARTA, and elsewhere in Indonesia. Why? Go figure. It can be about anything. Has people ever thought of it? well, if you're among one of those who think about it, then that's good! we should get together and write more about it! (haha). Maybe, some people did think about it, but don't know how to start on it.

But, hey, here's a start------

If we can contribute to our city, and perhaps, to our country, by starting the trend---good positive one that is---then, whatever it is, let's not wait. We have only a few moment to live by. Any second we halt on the process, could mean higher potential of people get into accidents and then, get killed.

Nothing of such a genius idea here...just someone to can't seem to hold the idea in her head. If any, let it out my friend....:)

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AUTHOR: Denok
TITLE: I'm proud to be IBC *Indonesian Born Chinese*

DATE: 03/05/2007 07:26:42 PM
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BODY:

..A writing below, something that I quoted from my so-called "Indonesian-Chinese Born" friend...

im proud to be IBC *Indonesian Born Chinese* :DPs. sebelom baca jgn ada yg tersingung...diilhami aja...supaya lu bisa petik pengalaman menarik disiniuntuk masa depan Kami datang dalam kemiskinan, anda sudah tiba sejak nenek moyang anda berada.

Kami duduk dibawah terik matahari menunggu dagangan kami, disaat anda meminta bagian anda untuk uang "keamanan" Kami bersepeda berjualan bakpao disaat anda sedang menikmati mie ayam langganan anda didekat rumah.

Kami menghitung saving dan expense keluarga kami, disaat anda menghitung apa yang bisa anda belanjakan dengan uang anda.

Kami berusaha mencari apa yang bisa kami jadikan uang, ketika anda sedang berusaha mencari apa yang bisa dijadikan barang.

Kami berusaha berhubungan dengan orang- orang yg memiliki kekuasaan agar kami bisa lancar mencari makan, ketika anda sedang menikmati hidangan makan malam anda dimeja.

Kami menaruh resiko atas pinjaman2 dengan bunga bank yang tinggi, disaat anda sedang berpuas diri akan pekerjaan rutin anda.

Kami rela makan nasi 1 kali sehari demi masa depan, disaat anda menuntut makan 3 kali sehari.

Kami menabung dan rela menggunakan pakaian ala kadarnya disaat anda menggunakan pakaian yang apik buatan levi's

....40 tahun berlalu....

Kami menikmati apa yang telah kami perjuangkan, disaat anda berkata "china sialan, nguasain negara gueee"

Kami menikmati liburan setiap tahun ke luar negeri, melihat indahnya alam ciptaan Tuhan bersama keluarga disaat anda ribut akan kenaikan harga sembako.

Kami bersyukur atas hasil kerja keras kami disaat anda sedang mengutuk negeri ini.

Kami berjalan menyisir pantai, melihat tenggelamnya matahari dikepulauan hawaii ketika anda melihat matahari tenggelam dari jendela kantor anda.

Kami melakukan pesta perpisahan keluarga karena ada anggota keluarga kami yang pergi menuntutilmu di negeri orang, ketika anda sedang pusing memikirkan bagaimana menyekolahkan anak anda.

Kami bercerita tentang bagaimana indahnya hidup ini,ketika anda bercerita tentang pahitnya hidup saat ini.

Kami berpikir makan apa besok, ketika anda berpikir apa besok makan.

Saat kami menikmati puncak kesuksesan, anda menyalahkan kami atas kemiskinan keluarga anda.

Saat kami masuk ke pintu ruang pabrik kami, anda datang meminta bagian atas apa yang telah kami perjuangkan Kami tahu kami hanya pendatang,tapi kami tahu bagaimana membuat kami menjadilebih berarti di mata bangsa2 lain.

..Nothing else to comment but I salute them. My friends.

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AUTHOR: Denok
TITLE: Indonesia and Sesame Street

DATE: 05/22/2007 09:49:48 PM
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BODY:

I can't seem to find a better title for my blog to highlight the recent news i picked from The Jakarta Post, on Wednesday May 23rd. My option is either to choose between "Indonesia goes Sesame Street " OR " Sesame Street goes Indonesia". The first one sounds incorrect, since I heard no sound of the government ever want to be consider going globally by being portrayed in "sesame street", a puppet show often aired as educational program in The US. Then, the latter part sounds more like the way it should be. However, I decided to be neutral instead and pick the title above,"Indonesia and Sesame Street" just to point out the relation between the two..

At the same time, I can't seem to decide whether I should cheer about Sesame Street having to have Indonesian puppets -- not wayang, not "UNYIL, not gatotkaca--- but stuffed dolls depicting Indonesian names and hair color being in a typical Indonesian setting, OR should I be disappointed, instead, at the way the country is being introduced via Sesame Street.

On a first thought, it was exciting to hear the good news. A popular show that was first aired in 1969 is one of the most successful shows in television history. The show is broadcasted in about 120 countries, including Indonesia for some time, and is co-produced in about a dozen nations, including Egypt, Japan and South Africa (The Agence France Presse).

I even remember growing up watching the show and often excited to see piggy, kermit, and the boy on the bottle to come around at my place almost every day.

So, to have a boy puppet called "Momon", a girl puppet called " Putri", the banana-munching orangutan called "tantan" and also a baby Sumatran Rhino called "Jabrik" in a worldwide show like that is quite most welcome. That could mean a boost to the PR (public relation) of Indonesia as a country with a reputation - good one that is.

I almost have no reason not to be happy. After all, It's a national pride. I am still one of the Indonesians who get excitingly silly about hearing the name "Indonesia" to ever be mentioned especially in Hollywood movies (never mind the context) or other foreign tv shows.

Imagine the benefits of having "Indonesia" being mentioned in more than 120 countries and perhaps, more.,

With the presence of ORANGUTAN and a RHINOCEROS in Sesame Street, we should be very proud that finally their existence is being introduced to the world as wildlifes coming FROM Indonesia, and NOT Malaysia as it has often been understood globally.

For those who are lucky enough to go abroad, they wouldn't have to face the sarcastic truth and shock of foreign ignorance on the other side of the earth. They don't have to face people asking where in the world Indonesia is, as it was quoted to me a few years ago' " is that s;mewhere in Africa?", OR to answer a question of a race' " so--are you an Asian? or what? " ---(the correct answer would be we're Asian, just in case you're wondering. But of course, you can argue that we could also be a Malay or a Micronesian or a Polynesian or....hmmm..wait, i'm not quite sure).

However, even if there would be a street called "jalan sesama" where these characters would live and then they would actually sing in bahasa Indonesia, they are set to live in a village, instead of a neighborhood complex. The village will have electricity polls with low hanging cables instead of urban lampposts and a billboard just how it often appear in most sesame street shows. The reason behind the setting idea is to promote the "gotong-royong" awareness or culture that it is no longer available in the city, and yet still remain intact at large in the rural areas.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with this portrayal. One can argue that there's a whole lot of truth in that fact. We have more villages than cities. Why embarrased to admit?

However, despite the long lost and debated culture of "gotong -royong" from the city neigborhood, having to picture Indonesia based on a village setting as an introduction to a global tv show, aimed to much younger children, would create a perception that the country is highly underdeveloped and primitive. It is possible that children, from many parts of the world, would think and grow understanding that Indonesia is always about the third-world country. The country is still highly untapped, lack of any investments and the breakthrough technology of the much sounded global world.


Are we that? or Do we want to be perceived as such? I don't think so.

We might not be able to avoid the truth. But, to admit the truth is to understand and to learn how we can make the village into a village of prosperity and wealth. Not, instead, to promote the village as it is, irregardless of the old wisdom that has been somehow embedded in our lives. Yes, "gotong-royong" must be preserved, obviously. But they must exist inside, on each individual, for it to be cultivated and labelled as a culture of this country.

If India, as an example and comparison, a country still battling with poverty in much of its underdeveloped areas, can be the no.2 country in Asia, after China, to boost its economy. Then why can't we be perceived as a stabilized country with many plans to tackle internal issues in order to boost its welfare and economy?

Maybe, then, the children watching the "sesame street" can grow up thinking that once they become adults, they might want to live in Indonesia --- just like how some of Indonesians grow up thinking that they want to live in The US or other developed countries.

We, obviously, have a lot of work to do to prove the world that we cannot be ignored. Sometimes, one way to do it is to cooperate through an international media so that the world can have a better look on us. Though, it may bear risk of being intervened as well as interfered, not to mention being slowly influenced, but it is necessary to take the risk that is still under our control.

While Sesame Street might be a breakthrough step to promote Indonesia, we should anticipate the consequences given and the necessary step to deal with it.

I support the program and I have no intention to halt the program what-so-ever. But, until I've seen how the show will develop, i hope the men/women behind the show know exactly how to guide Momon, Putri, Tantan and Jabrik to represent Indonesian interest best at heart. Because, at the end of the day, it will be about me and the country that I represent.
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AUTHOR: Denok
TITLE: Dear BANG YOS!...-Pondok Indah- BUSway

DATE: 09/04/2007 12:48:04 AM
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BODY:
Dear BAng Yos aka Governor Sutiyoso,

I really don't know how you govern the city. I have no comment on how you settle your businesses. Most importantly, I don't know much about your points or your goals anymore.
But, when you've decided to build subway lane through Pondok Indah, I will have a voice in it, and a strong one that is...

and guess what, I am READY to fight against this plan.

I don't live in Pondok Indah, nor my family has the capacity to live like those in Pondok Indah. In fact, I am one of those who travel through Pondok Indah almost on my daily basis, to feed my family and to support the business of Jakarta (oh yes---i literally do).
I am among those who will sit in the car, hoping that the traffic will move faster, hoping that the word 'traffic" will never even exist on my daily life. I am one who still wonder why on earth the Pondok Indah residences choose to live in Pondok Indah (despite the fact that they can afford it and that they have provided many employments to the residences surround the area) when the streets are well jammed and packed. But, I have no pity on the state of their wealth or their activities.

But, let me tell you why I oppose it, and maybe you'll remember why many think that you're one of the best governors of Jakarta.

It's the trees----always the trees, sir. The busway plan will have to DEMOLISHED, DISINTEGRATE the actual and only "JALUR HIJAU" that still exist in the area. The " JALUR HIJAU" that stretches between the Intersection all the way to the Simprug Area - or maybe more---(if you don't know how long it is, i invite you to have a drive in the morning or evening when the street is at its most packed).

For who?
For those residences who CHOSE to live in the CIputat area??
For those, as i quoted you from the Jakarta Post 4/9/2007, "Those Opposing the busway idea must be the rich. But I will prioritize the intests of the majority over the minority of Pondok Indah" ?
For those you believe will benefit you---?

Guess what,
Pondok Indah is one of the areas that is still LESS JAMMED compared to the rest of other main roads--fatmaway, Prapanca, WArung Buncit---
who did you refer to as "the minority of POndok Indah"?????
are those in the Ciputat area? --are you saying they're not rich. Try to demolished some of the trees there if they don't fight you until the very last breath.
Ciputat area is not even your territory
I'm not against those who live in Ciputat----but aren't you giving a favor to those who, then again, CHOSE to live there, ONLY?
BESIDES, the majority everywhere (should you refer to those with no cars) are driving motorbikes anyway!! why don't you do something to urge the AUTHORITIES to deal with the traffic problems and the manner of how these motorbikes are driving?????---(fyi, these people are no longer RESPECTING the people walking on the pedestrians---have you even seen "ibu-ibu diserempet karena tidak mau minggir di trotoar?????????") - even a little child can see how cruel that is.
Oh hold on, i know why, because there's no profit come out from REGULATING these bikers huh?!

Have you ever heard anyone complain about how jammed the traffic at Pondok Indah is?
if yes, WHY NOT BUILD A HIGHWAY OVER IT then? or a MONO rail above it?

and what did you exactly meant by the rich?????---I am not rich---oops, wrong, you're right, i'm rich in every way that I can, even if that means, i still need to be stuck in the traffic and not flying over a helicopter instead. But, I AM AGAINTS YOUR PLAN TO BUILD SUBWAY sir---ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU"RE DEMOLISHING THE TREES.

What about them trees?, as I've also quoted from the Head of the city's Transportation agency Nurachman quoted from The Jakarta Post 4/9/2007 " We will not destroy the trees, we can REPLANT the trees anyway if we CUT them down"

My dear Bang Yos, anyone in just about anyone knows for real that the trees WILL NEVER be REPLANT-because THEY HAVE BEEN CUT. NO trees cut, can ever be replant ---I think i owe my Biology teacher on this for graciously teaching me the essence of natures.

Of course, In my problem-solving minds, i would suggest that you MOVE the trees, take them at their cores and move elsewhere.
But, you're not going to to do that aren't you? because for a simple reason, moving the trees is not part of the BUDGETING, and not to mention you're going to find an investor who's willing to fund the activity --(again?) BESIDES, you did ask your self----"mau dipindah kemana?"

For a fact, You've never even replace the trees cut in THAMRIN. Boy...the road are so wide now. Good. You've just replaced the life of 10 people from lung cancer and breathing problems, with the effort to bring better access to 10 more people to be in the city.

(sir, did i not remember you've pledged to reduce the number of outside visitors to the city?)

I really don't know what's your problem. But, I tell you my problem is. The city that i call everywhere as MY HOMETOWN, has been infected by a cancer called the "city's program to overcome the traffic".

I don't think you're trying to cure it.
I think you're trying to sell more "drugs", to the cancer problems, so people can believe that the "drugs" will cure the cancer----whereas it's just going to prolong the life of the cancer, so people can have a few more years to live.

Am i being too harsh, sir?
I don't think so. I don't talk much. But, I do this for the things I love.
Among those, would be the sake of my family, my future family, my friends, the people I adore, my city, and the trees who've kept me breathing.

not all of us can just move out to the mountainous area when the city got clogged. Not all of us afford the privillege of living abroad, should there be no more trees in this very own town--
and I'm sure, you'd understand as much as what I believe in order to protect the people that we love.


Love,
DENOK

p.s: I can be reached at anytime you need me. at all times, i'd make sure i'm available for it. :)
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Dear BANG YOS!...-Pondok Indah- BUSway (as appeared in Friendster Blog, dating 4 September 2007)

(as appeared in Friendster Blog, dating 4 September 2007)

Dear BAng Yos aka Governor Sutiyoso,

I really don't know how you govern the city. I have no comment on how you settle your businesses. Most importantly, I don't know much about your points or your goals anymore.
But, when you've decided to build subway lane through Pondok Indah, I will have a voice in it, and a strong one that is...

and guess what, I am READY to fight against this plan.

I don't live in Pondok Indah, nor my family has the capacity to live like those in Pondok Indah. In fact, I am one of those who travel through Pondok Indah almost on my daily basis, to feed my family and to support the business of Jakarta (oh yes---i literally do).
I am among those who will sit in the car, hoping that the traffic will move faster, hoping that the word 'traffic" will never even exist on my daily life. I am one who still wonder why on earth the Pondok Indah residences choose to live in Pondok Indah (despite the fact that they can afford it and that they have provided many employments to the residences surround the area) when the streets are well jammed and packed. But, I have no pity on the state of their wealth or their activities.

But, let me tell you why I oppose it, and maybe you'll remember why many think that you're one of the best governors of Jakarta.

It's the trees----always the trees, sir. The busway plan will have to DEMOLISHED, DISINTEGRATE the actual and only "JALUR HIJAU" that still exist in the area. The " JALUR HIJAU" that stretches between the Intersection all the way to the Simprug Area - or maybe more---(if you don't know how long it is, i invite you to have a drive in the morning or evening when the street is at its most packed).

For who?
For those residences who CHOSE to live in the CIputat area??
For those, as i quoted you from the Jakarta Post 4/9/2007, "Those Opposing the busway idea must be the rich. But I will prioritize the intests of the majority over the minority of Pondok Indah" ?
For those you believe will benefit you---?

Guess what,
Pondok Indah is one of the areas that is still LESS JAMMED compared to the rest of other main roads--fatmaway, Prapanca, WArung Buncit---
who did you refer to as "the minority of POndok Indah"?????
are those in the Ciputat area? --are you saying they're not rich. Try to demolished some of the trees there if they don't fight you until the very last breath.
Ciputat area is not even your territory
I'm not against those who live in Ciputat----but aren't you giving a favor to those who, then again, CHOSE to live there, ONLY?
BESIDES, the majority everywhere (should you refer to those with no cars) are driving motorbikes anyway!! why don't you do something to urge the AUTHORITIES to deal with the traffic problems and the manner of how these motorbikes are driving?????---(fyi, these people are no longer RESPECTING the people walking on the pedestrians---have you even seen "ibu-ibu diserempet karena tidak mau minggir di trotoar?????????") - even a little child can see how cruel that is.
Oh hold on, i know why, because there's no profit come out from REGULATING these bikers huh?!

Have you ever heard anyone complain about how jammed the traffic at Pondok Indah is?
if yes, WHY NOT BUILD A HIGHWAY OVER IT then? or a MONO rail above it?

and what did you exactly meant by the rich?????---I am not rich---oops, wrong, you're right, i'm rich in every way that I can, even if that means, i still need to be stuck in the traffic and not flying over a helicopter instead. But, I AM AGAINTS YOUR PLAN TO BUILD SUBWAY sir---ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU"RE DEMOLISHING THE TREES.

What about them trees?, as I've also quoted from the Head of the city's Transportation agency Nurachman quoted from The Jakarta Post 4/9/2007 " We will not destroy the trees, we can REPLANT the trees anyway if we CUT them down"

My dear Bang Yos, anyone in just about anyone knows for real that the trees WILL NEVER be REPLANT-because THEY HAVE BEEN CUT. NO trees cut, can ever be replant ---I think i owe my Biology teacher on this for graciously teaching me the essence of natures.

Of course, In my problem-solving minds, i would suggest that you MOVE the trees, take them at their cores and move elsewhere.
But, you're not going to to do that aren't you? because for a simple reason, moving the trees is not part of the BUDGETING, and not to mention you're going to find an investor who's willing to fund the activity --(again?) BESIDES, you did ask your self----"mau dipindah kemana?"

For a fact, You've never even replace the trees cut in THAMRIN. Boy...the road are so wide now. Good. You've just replaced the life of 10 people from lung cancer and breathing problems, with the effort to bring better access to 10 more people to be in the city.

(sir, did i not remember you've pledged to reduce the number of outside visitors to the city?)

I really don't know what's your problem. But, I tell you my problem is. The city that i call everywhere as MY HOMETOWN, has been infected by a cancer called the "city's program to overcome the traffic".

I don't think you're trying to cure it.
I think you're trying to sell more "drugs", to the cancer problems, so people can believe that the "drugs" will cure the cancer----whereas it's just going to prolong the life of the cancer, so people can have a few more years to live.

Am i being too harsh, sir?
I don't think so. I don't talk much. But, I do this for the things I love.
Among those, would be the sake of my family, my future family, my friends, the people I adore, my city, and the trees who've kept me breathing.

not all of us can just move out to the mountainous area when the city got clogged. Not all of us afford the privillege of living abroad, should there be no more trees in this very own town--
and I'm sure, you'd understand as much as what I believe in order to protect the people that we love.


Love,
DENOK

p.s: I can be reached at anytime you need me. at all times, i'd make sure i'm available for it. :)