Fay Has a Better Social Life Here ^.^

That's the status I wrote on Friendster, Facebook, and also Hi5 hehehe... The fact is... this is a new season for me. There are many changes and also adjustments that I need to cope with... yah meskipun perubahannya ga segede yang aku alamin waktu 4 taun lalu pindah dari Surabaya ke Lippo Cikarang hehehe...

Beberapa hari lalu aku sempat cerita tentang ini ke seseorang. Aku mengira ('n berharap) dia juga bisa ikutan seneng... Tapi ternyata responnya ga kayak yang aku harapkan... "Jangan terlalu cepat menilai...," katanya.

Hmmm... I don't think I'm too fast to judge... Jadi inget cerita ini:

Once there was an old man who lived in a tiny village. Although poor, he was envied by all, because he owned a beautiful white horse. People offered fabulous prices for the horse, but the old man always refused. “This horse is a friend, not a possession,” he would respond.

One morning the horse was not in the stable. All the villagers said, “You old fool. We told you someone would steal that beautiful horse. You could at least have gotten the money. Now the horse is gone, and you’ve been cursed with misfortune.”

The old man responded, “Perhaps. All I know is that my horse is gone; the rest I do not know. Whether it be a curse or a blessing, I can’t say.”

After fifteen days the horse returned. He hadn’t been stolen; he had run away into the forest. Not only had he returned, he had brought a dozen wild horses back with him. Once again the village people gathered around the old man and said, “You were right – what we thought was a curse was a blessing. Please forgive us.” The old man responded, “Perhaps. Once again you’ve gone too far. How do you know if this is a blessing or a curse? Unless you can see the whole story, how can you judge?” But the people could only see the obvious. The old man now had twelve additional horses that could be broken and sold for a great deal of money.

The old man had a son, an only son. He began to break the wild horses. Unfortunately, after just a few days, he fell from a horse and broke both his legs. Once again the villagers gathered around the old man and said, “You were right. The wild horses were not a blessing; they were a curse. Your only son has broken his legs and now in your old age you have no one to help you. You are poorer than ever.” But the old man said, “Perhaps. Don’t go so far. Say only that my son broke his legs. We have only a fragment of the whole story.”

It so happened that a few weeks later the country went to war with a neighboring country. All the young men of the village were required to join the army. Only the son of the old man was excluded, because he had two broken legs. Once again the people gathered around, crying because there was little chance their sons would return. “You were right, old man. Your son’s accident was a blessing. Our sons are gone forever.”

The old man spoke again. “You people are always quick to jump to conclusions. Only God knows the final story.”

*copied from cbn.com ----------- end of story --------------

My status is simply an expression of my happy and grateful mind... it doesn't mean that I'm not grateful for my previous season in Lippo Cikarang and being over-glorify my current condition... However, we just have to learn to have a grateful heart in everything, right?

I just simply grateful for my current season... In the previous season He had separated me from everything and everyone I knew so I could learn to trust Him much more than before. This season, He had brought me back to Surabaya, to my community, close to my extended families, and close to my friends... Is it wrong to be excited and happy? Of course not lah... =p 

Lagian, Dia emang tau waktu yang tepat kok hehehe... Kalo aku lebih lama lagi sendirian di sana... bisa-bisa aku tambah terbiasa sendirian 'n asik sendiri... secara aku orangnya kan lebih task-oriented ketimbang people-oriented hehehe... Padahal kan harus seimbang =p So I guess now is a season to connect with people more than before... ^.^

Link-link tempat download Blogger Themes

http://www.etienneteo.com/2007/09/3000-over-free-blogger-templates-and.html

New Season Has Come

It's time to let go

When all you see is changes

It's time to turn your eyes from past

When things moving away without your ability to hold them

It's time to let go

When your friends have changed their priority

It's time to bless them and move forward

When a new season come at your sight

It's time to let go

When each of us walking toward different paths

It's time to embrace the future

When God leads your step into a new door

It's time to let go

...and to let loose

For everything is His possession

It's time to look ahead and prepare

For a new season has come...

Going Out with Aaltje

Iya, ejaannya emang Aaltje hehehe... Tapi manggilnya Alce. Dia ini temen SMAku, kita sekelas pas kelas 3. Kalo diliat ke belakang, kenanganku ama dia tu yang paling lucu ini: pernah 1 hari, waktu itu pelajaran matematika 'n gurunya lagi ngejelasin di papan tulis. Na kita kan duduk sebangku... aku lagi bosen tuh, jadi aku isengin dia, kan dia orangnya geli-an. Jadi aku geser-geserin kakiku ke kakinya. Dia spontan noleh ke aku sambil ngomong, "Fifi!" Aku cuman nyengir-nyengir sambil nahan ketawa. Walo maksud hati Alce berbisik tapi rupanya si guru denger, cuman waktu itu beliau ga komen apa-apa.

Besok paginya pas aku mau duduk di bangku kita, Alce tiba-tiba ngomel ke aku. 

Dia bilang, "Fi, tau ga tadi aku dipanggil pak ABC -aku lupa nama gurunya hehehe-" 

"Lah kenapa? Dia ngomong apa?"

"Iya, soal kemaren itu. Dia malah nyuruh aku jangan gangguin kamu, soalnya kamu itu serius mau belajar..." dia cerita sambil cemberut.

Aku langsung ketawa hihihihi... padahal yang iseng kan aku hihihihi... Cuman berhubung aku dah terkenal anak alim, jadinya Alce yang jadi korban deh hihihi...

Sebenernya banyak siy kejadian yang kita alamin... Aku juga pernah beberapa kali diajak nginep rumah dia, ngobrol sampe pagi, dibecandain ama mamanya... hehehe...

Tadi sekitar jam 13:30an, setelah aku 'n Alce sama-sama pulang kerja, dia jemput aku trus kita jalan ke pasar Atom. Ini pertemuan pertama kita setelah 4 tahun ga pernah ketemu (yah secara aku di Lippo Cikarang 'n kalo mudik juga pasti langsung pulang ke rumah sendiri). Begitu aku naek mobilnya dia langsung ngoceh segala macem hehehe... aku bisa nyante aja ama dia, dia anaknya rame 'n enak, kalo saling negur pun juga kedengerannya enak, sambil ketawa-ketawa hehehe...

Niat hati seh ke Atom aku mau beli DVD serial Heroes. Cuman tadi ga bisa gara-gara penjual DVDnya pada "siaga satu"... Yah, ya sudah hehehe... laen kali aja, Alce juga masih ga puas keliling-keliling di Atom. Jadinya tadi aku nemenin Alce doang, dia beli kalung 'n anting-anting buat pesta merit yang bakal dia hadirin besok. Like usual, aku jadi fashion (or acessories?) stylistnya dia hehehe... dari dulu tuh ya, kalo dia mo beli baju atau celana atau aksesoris, pasti nanya pendapatku, dia bilang soalnya selalu pas hihihihi... Trus biasalah, keliling-keliling liat baju-baju, liat pernak-pernik... Trus makan di Food Court, tapi Alce doang yang makan soalnya dia belon makan siang, aku cuman makan es krim hihihi... Tapi beneran ga puas tuh di Atom. Kita baru sampe sana jam 3 kurang soalnya, kan jam 4 banyak yang udah tutup tuh...

Abis dari Atom kita ke Sutos... Aku blom pernah ke sana, ya baru pertama kali tadi itu. Mirip-mirip ama interiornya Senayan City di Jakarta siy, cuman ada bagian eksteriornya yang lebih keren siy hehehe... Tapi cuman 2 lantai gituh... banyakan juga makanan dibanding barang laennya. Minusnya satu, masa siy ga ada toko bukunya?!? Hehehehe... itu mall getu loh, masa ga ada 1 biji aja toko bukunya? Apa kata dunia hehehehe... Kayaknya yang komplain cuman aku doang yah hihihi...

Ga lama abis muter-muter di sana, pegang sini pegang situ, liat-liat 'n nyoba-nyoba aksesoris, ngomentarin segala macem... akhirnya Alce nganterin aku balik ke kos. Kita janjian lagi 2 minggu depan hehehe.... I miss time like this hehehe... It's so great! ^.^ Thank you God!!! 

Behind the Mask

(by George Halitzka)

I had a best friend once. It was kindergarten and he lived next door and we played every day in the front yard, except for afternoons when he tried to get his own way by crowing, "I ain't gonna be your friend no more" because I wouldn't let him use my cool magnifying glass. Of course, I got wise to that: I knew he'd be back the next day knocking at my door. So I crossed my stubborn arms and let him stomp away.

Yes, Luke had his flaws, but he was a good pal; a made-to-order companion for a 5-year-old. Unfortunately, he moved across town after first grade. I didn't see him again until junior high. By then, I'd turned into a brainy geek while he'd become a slacker too cool to be alive. He occasionally visited my lunch table with new buds, but only because he found me a convenient target for trash-talk.

I had another best friend in third grade. Jeremy walked a few blocks to my house every day after school; we pretended we were the heroes in a make-believe world and talked about how cool computers were.

Then one day something happened — I don't remember what — and we got in a fight in my backyard. With a distinct lack of weapons available, we threatened each other with pieces of rope. (Welts are a big deal in third grade, OK?) There was a prolonged standoff. Finally, we finally made a truce — Jeremy and I would lay down our ropes at the same time.

I put mine on the ground. But instead of complying with the terms, he picked both of them up and chased me across the driveway. So I played the only card I had left: I threw him off our property with threats of hollering for my mother. After that, Jeremy didn't come over to play anymore.

All of us would love to find some real friends, an authentic community — a place to know and be known. Even as adults we're longing for folks to call us by name. But we discovered in grade school that life hurts, and grown-ups can do far worse than pick up your welting-rope.

Take a third-grader's word for it: If you trust people, you're a dummy-pants.

Knowing and Being Known

Knowing another person is a fearsome proposition. When I meet someone new, he's already been living for years on a screwed-up planet. What bruises has he picked up along the way? I've formed the beginning of relationships only to discover people were clingy addicts or incorrigible gossips ... and I had no idea at first. It's enough to make me afraid to shake hands after church.

Being known means revealing your own scars from 20-odd years of wading through life. You're opening yourself up to rejection on a deeper level than those junior high insults when people said your Mama dressed you funny. The eighth-grade clowns could only pick on your looks. If a person knows you, he has power to stomp your dreams.

So most of us crave intimacy at the same time we're running from it, and who can blame us? We've tried to be more open and gotten ignored in return. We figured church might to be a safe place to build relationships, then found out most "Life Groups" should be called "Pretending-I've-Got-My-Life-Together Groups." If you share your real prayer requests, you'll earn three super-spiritual lectures and a rumor that you're a prideful doubter.

Yet we instinctively realize there's something greater than surface conversations! There must be hope for penetrating the platitudes.

Personally, I've found three major keys to building community, whether it's with one friend or an entire group: forgiveness, integrity, and humility. If you're longing for depth, try them at church. Try them with your friends or family or fiancé. They can bring intimacy that you've never experienced before!

But getting there is a rocky road, because you'll have to adopt a new approach to life. Your profound openness is liable to get your heart run over before you encounter the community you're longing for.

Forgiveness

It was April Fool's Day 2002, and I hadn't pulled a decent pranks since college. So I decided it was time to go toilet papering. I stopped at Walgreen's for 20 rolls, then headed for church, where my friend Kevin was the tech director.

I already knew Kevin's "studio" would be the perfect place for my redecorating project. It was best described as a starship control room masquerading as a sanitary landfill. Filled with everything from high-end computers to mountains of scrap paper to dismantled sound gear, Kevin's hangout was the perfect environment for hanging Charmin.

When I arrived, the office was wide open — and empty. It was almost like Kevin was expecting me. I kept wishing I had a camera. The TP went in and out of filing cabinets, over and around audio equipment. It was one of the best indoor jobs I've ever seen.

Unfortunately, when Kevin got back to his office, he was not amused. He'd been stressed all week and couldn't believe he was facing this enormous mess. He wasn't sure about the guilty party, but was so mad he went to his boss, who suspected the youth pastor.

The next day, I got a terse e-mail: "George, are you the one who messed up my office? I need to know."

I was in trouble.

It had been really juvenile to do that at someone's workplace — Kevin had every right to be ticked. I apologized to him, because he was my bud, but I figured we were through. I'd embarrassed us both, caused him extra work, and screwed up his whole week.

But Kevin modeled a little bit of God's forgiveness for me when he demonstrated — not in words or a single moment, but in actions — that he accepted my apology. We could move on, continuing to thread the treacherous road of friendship-building.

Forgiveness may be the hardest part of community. Some of us have gotten hurt so many times the smallest slight makes us look for the door. Yet canceling a debt is the first key to taking your relationship beneath the surface.

Without grace, no friendship can last a month.

Integrity

An anonymous writer penned these words in an essay called "Please Hear What I'm Not Saying":

Don't be fooled by me. Don't be fooled by the mask I wear. For I wear a mask. I wear a thousand masks — masks that I am afraid to take off, and none of them are me. Pretending is an art that's second nature to me. But don't be fooled, for God's sake, don't be fooled! I give you the impression that I'm secure, that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without, that confidence is my name and coolness is my game, that the water is calm and I'm in command, and that I need no one. But don't believe me. Please.

When we think about integrity, we usually figure that means we don't lie or cheat. And hopefully, we'll dare to confront a friend when he's screwing up his life. But there's one more dimension to integrity that's far rarer: the courage to be yourself.

Pretending you're invulnerable is easy; we spend most of our lives convincing people we're more intelligent and attractive than we really are. But we're also dying to be known the whole time. Our masks prevent people from ever calling us by name.

I was a skilled mask artist in my younger days. I corresponded with a cute friend during college, and one day she wrote, "George, your letters are funny, but I don't see any part of you in them. They're like a string of one-liners."

She was right. I couldn't tell people what I was really feeling 300 miles away from Mom, or the doubts about my faith that were scaring me. I was sure people would think I was a freak and a lousy Christian.

Vulnerability is still hard for me. It's easy to sit on a pedestal as the Bible College Graduate in Ministry. It's hard to admit sins and how little I understand about life with God. Vulnerability is an invitation for rejection.

If you're the first one in your relationship to share a secret joy, you might be rewarded with blank stares and derision. Your integrity may be someone's excuse to turn you into their personal target. Yet until you take off the mask, you'll never get past the surface to build an authentic community.

The anonymous writer said it best: "Don't be fooled by the mask I wear. Don't believe me ... please."

Humility

Six or eight years ago I signed up for an accountability group, and got paired with two random guys from church. When I met one of them — I'll call him "Bill" — my first thought was, "I never believed I would so stoop so low."

Oh, Bill's a nice guy, but he's a maintenance man. Never went to college, a recovering alcoholic. He's 40-something with a long scraggly beard and a pot belly. Bill doesn't talk a lot until you get to know him, so — if you're judgmental like me — you figure it's because he's not bright enough to say much.

When I met him, I knew we had nothing in common. Why should we bother building a friendship?

Uh ... maybe because I was wrong.

Bill and I actually share a lot. We both love Jesus poorly, but long to do better. We struggle with lust about every day and are prone to depression. Bill and I love telling bad jokes — but his are usually about somebody walking into a bar, proving that I'm more spiritual. He's a phenomenal listener; Bill has endured my venting for almost our entire weekly meeting sometimes. He may seem "simple" on the surface, but then he unexpectedly spouts wisdom from the school of hard knocks.

One week something extraordinary happened. At the end of our meeting, we were having such an interesting conversation that he invited me to ride along while he picked up his daughter for volleyball practice. Now, I'm sure he was embarrassed to have a friend in his work van. I sat on a wooden bench covered in dirty shag carpet, the best seating he could offer. But as he drove, we talked ... about our shared faith; about ideas that, in my arrogance, I had thought were over Bill's head. I saw a new part of his world for the first time while we rattled and bumped along.

It was one of those defining moments in a friendship where you recognize, only in the aftermath, that you've been invited deeper into someone's world than you've ever been before. I knew then I was proud to be called Bill's friend. Of course, I almost missed the opportunity ... because I was far too good for him.

If you're too good for someone in your life, guess who deserves the blame for your lack of community?

Love and Loss

So if you want to know and be known, try practicing forgiveness, integrity, and humility. Your friendships are guaranteed to reach a deeper level.

But remember that without one more quality — love — community is still an empty word. Friendships can't hurt nearly so bad ... and they also won't mean a thing.

Grandpa was one of my heroes. He was always well-spoken and well-dressed; the respectable gentleman who wore a suit to church every Sunday. Practically everyone we met knew and loved the guy behind the counter at his corner store. Fred's Food and Variety was an old-fashioned place where the owner was usually present; where you could run a tab if you were behind that month; where you might even find an anonymous bag of groceries on your porch while you were between jobs.

When we went to his house, where the driveway seemed as long as a city block, he had bicycles standing by that we could ride up and down the blacktop. Sometimes he took me and my brother into the backyard to play football. Sure, he had to throw underhand because of his back, but that was OK — we were more likely to catch it anyway.

Well into retirement, Grandpa rented a booth at the flea market and designed custom-made trophies in his wood shop. I tried to keep up by opening a stationery store in my bedroom and publishing my monthly newspaper, The Halitzka Journal, in grade school. Without ever realizing it, he got me started as a freelancer.

Few people embodied forgiveness, integrity, and humility in my life like Fred Holfelder. I remember looking forward to the day when we could relate as adults; when Grandpa could be proud of me for making my way in the world. But unfortunately, when I was a sophomore in college, Grandpa had one more lesson for me about living in community, and it was the hardest one:

Loss.

Every relationship has an ending. That's why community is so rare — and so painful. We hire undertakers to handle our dead so we don't have to face mortality. If you dare to form intimate friendships, those people will move out of state someday. If you don't break up with your boyfriend, you'll marry him. Then years hence, when you love him far more than you do now, he'll die.

I remember standing up at Grandpa's funeral with my voice breaking and sharing memories. I loved him too much not to cry. Today, I still wish he was here to see how I've followed in his footsteps and maybe become a man he could be proud of. I hope he's looking down from heaven to enjoy the view.

Unfortunately, building a community, with one person or one hundred, is difficult. It calls us to bravely face loss; not running from grief but passing through the Valley of the Shadow. Knowing and being known will wound you so badly you'll never completely heal. Yet if friendships are to be worth having, and life worth living, you need to care anyway. A daring love called agape is the essence of authentic community.

Grandpa probably didn't know the Greek word for God's love; he never went to college. But from a lifetime of experience, he definitely knew what agape was about.

Source: boundless

A Self Evolution?

I just wonder... Am I in the middle of a self-evolution? Bu zhi dao hehehe... It’s just kinda strange because I feel my addiction to blogging or other online activities has decreased since I got to Surabaya...

I don't know whether it's just a part of jetlag or an evolution hehehe... But over all, I enjoy everything here... My social life, I mean in the real world (not in online social networks =p) has been improved hehehe... 

Last Thursday me and my community met in Sri Wedari (on the second floor) and we shared few important things (women only! hehehe... while the men were also chatting on the first floor) in marriage world (because my community consist of singles and also married couple). Last Sunday me and my friends sang at NAV karaoke. Yesterday my mom came to Surabaya and I accompanied my mom to her doctor, buy things in Sinar Supermarket, and we also had dinner together. This Saturday I'll meet my high school friend (she will pick me up with her car) and go to (maybe) Pasar Atom... hehehe... 

Hmmm... I just wanna enjoy every second of these moments... ^.^ 

Thank You God...

The Meaning of Struggle

Struggle is a sign of life

A dead body can only float along the sea level

But a living man is swimming to his destination

Just like Dori in "Finding Nemo" said, "Just keep swimming!" 

Minta Slip Biru Kalo Ditilang Polantas

Dari Millis Tetangga: 

ada info begini: 

Guys... Sekedar info nih. Kalau kena tilang, langsung minta aja Slip Biru. Polisi Lalulintas itu punya 2 slip. Slip Merah dan Slip Biru. Kalau Slip Merah, berarti kita menyangkal kalau melanggar aturan dan mau membela diri secara hukum. Kalau kita dapat Slip Merah, berarti kita akan disidang. Dan SIM kita harus kita ambil di pengadilan setempat. Tapi ngerti sendiri kan prosesnya? Nguantri yg panjang bgt. Belom lagi calo2 yang bejibun. 

Tetapi kalau Slip Biru kita mengakui kesalahan kita dan bersedia membayar denda. kita tinggal transfer dana ke nomer rekening tertentu (BNI kalo ga salah). Abis gitu kita tinggal bawa bukti transfer untuk di tukar dengan SIM kita di kapolsek terdekat dimana kita ditilang. Misalnya, kita ditilang di Perempatan Mampang-Kuningan, kita tinggal ambil SIM kita di Polsek Mampang. Dan denda yang tercantum dalam KUHP Pengguna Jalan Raya itu tidak melebihi Rp. 50.000,- dan dananya Resmi, masuk ke Kas Negara. Jadi, kalau ada Polantas yang sampe minta undertable Rp. 75.000,- atau Rp. 100.000,- pasti masuk kantong sendiri. 

Trust me guys, I've been doing this before. Waktu kena tilang di Bundaran Kebayoran (Ratu Plaza). Saya memotong garis marka. Karena dari arah senopati sebelumnya saya berfikir untuk ke arah Senayan, tetapi di tengah jalan saya berubah pikiran untuk lewat sudirman saja. Dan saya memotong jalan. Saya berhenti di lampu merah arah sudirman. Dan tiba-tiba Seorang polisi menghampiri dan mengetok kaca mobil. Dia tanya, apa saya tau kesalahan saya? Ya saya bilang nggak tau. Trus dia bilang kalau saya memotong Garis Marka (atau apalah namanya, garis yang bukan garis putus-putus) . Saya cuman bilang, masa sih pak? saya nggak liat. Maafin deh pak. Tapi dia ngotot meminta SIM saya. Alhasil saya harus berhenti sejenak untuk bernegosiasi. Dia meminta Rp. 70.000,-. Dengan alasan, kawasan itu adalah Kawasan Tertib Lalulintas. "Nyetir sambil nelfon aja ditilang mbak!". Dia bilang gitu. Saya kembali ke mobil, dan berbicara sama teman saya yang kebetulan menemani perjalanan saya. 

Teman saya bilang, "Udah kasih aja Rp. 20.000,- kalo ga mau loe minta Slip Biru aja". Dengan masih belum tau apa itu Slip Biru, saya kembali menghampiri pak polisi sambil membawa uang pecahan Rp. 20.000,-. "Pak, saya cuman ada segini." Si polisi dengan arogannya berkata, "Yaahh.. segitu doang sih buat beli kacang juga kurang mbak". Sambil tertawa melecehkan dengan teman2nya sesama `Polisi Penjaga`. "Ya udah deh pak, kalo gitu tilang aja. Tapi saya minta Slip yang warna Biru ya pak!". 

Seketika saya melihat raut wajah ketiga polisi itu berubah. Dan dengan nada pelan salah satu temannya itu membisikkan, tapi saya masih mendengar karna waktu itu saya berada di dalam pos. "Ya udah, coba negoin lagi, kalo ga bisa ga papalah. Penglaris, Mangsa Pertama. Hahahaha..." . Sambil terus mencoba ber-nego. Akhirnya saya yang menjadi pemenang dalam adu nego tersebut. Dan mereka menerima pecahan Rp. 20.000,- yang saya tawarkan dan mengembalikan SIM saya. Dalam 

perjalanan, teman saya baru menjelaskan apa itu Slip Biru. 

So, kalo ditilang, minta Slip Biru aja ya! Kita bisa membayangkan dong, bagaimana wajah sang polantas begitu kita bilang, "Saya tilang aja deh pak, saya mengaku salah telah menerobos lampu merah. Tolong Slip Biru yah!". Pasti yang ada dalam benak sang polisi "Yaahh... ngga jadi panen deh gue..." 

*Di copy-paste dari forum ini

He Had Prepared Everything...

Beberapa hari kemaren aku sempet baca-baca halaman diary sebelum aku pindahan dari Lippo Cikarang ke Surabaya. Trus barusan ini, mumpung pas lagi online dari kos (hidup isat-eco! walau kadang dirimu ga stabil, tapi ya sudahlah aku kan tipe yang nrimo hihihi...), aku baca postingan-postingan blogku soal yang panik mau pindahan itu: di sini 'n di sini...

Pas sekarang udah ngejalanin, baru ngeh beneran kalo emang ternyata Dia udah siapin semuanya dari awal... Tapi pas waktu itu aku keburu panik coz aku masih belon bisa ngeliat apa yang udah Dia siapin di belakang layar =p

You know what? Semua kriteria kos yang aku pengen (aku tulis di diary) itu ada di kosku yang sekarang... plus ada beberapa tambahan hehehe... Aku kan pengennya kos itu yang deket ama kantor biar kalo bisa siy jalan kaki aja, kamarnya yang rada gedean, sirkulasi udaranya sehat (ga pengap), deket ama paling ga minimarket atau orang-orang yang jual makanan biar ga susah cari makan (soalnya itu kan daerah perumahan, jauh dari pusat kota)... Semuanya terpenuhi... kamar kosku yang sekarang lebih gedean dari kamar kos di Lippo Cikarang, ke kantor tinggal jalan kaki 5 menit-10 menit, deket ama Indomaret 'n orang-orang jual makanan (waktu aku survei pertama kali itu kan pas libur lebaran, pantesan jalanan sepi 'n ga ada yang jual makanan hihihi... aku dah panik, aku kira beneran ga ada orang-orang yang jual makanan di daerah situ), dapet nasi sepuasnya, bisa pake kompor gas kalo mau masak, 'n juga bisa ambil aer dari aqua galon di dapurnya! 

Kamarku di lantai 2, jendelanya ada kawat khas gitu jadi sirkulasi udaranya sehat banget hehehe... Trus di tengah-tengah rumah itu ada halaman 'n beberapa taneman 'n pohon... jadi sejuk hawanya... Plus, ada sepeda pancal yang bisa aku pinjem (sejauh ini cuman aku siy yang pinjem hihihi...) buat kalo mau ke Indomaret atau ke orang-orang yang jual makanan ituh (soalnya kalo jalan kaki lumayan siy hehehe...). Trus ada ruang TV-nya, jadi tiap Senen -Jumat aku sekarang bisa nonton "Heroes" hehehe... Dan tau gak... kos ini itu adalah kos yang pertama kali disaranin ama orang kantorku yang sekarang (yang dulu aku telpon-telpon tapi ga ada yang angkat ituh, sampe akhirnya aku panik 'n minta bantuan cari kos-kosan, baek lewat cara online maupun offline hihihi...). Lah ternyata kalo tau gini kan ga perlu panik-panik 'n ngerepotin orang yah hehehe... 

Ceritanya waktu aku masih di Lippo Cikarang itu, ternyata mamaku ada jadwal ke dokter di Surabaya. Jadi dia sekalian bisa survei beberapa alamat kos yang disaranin temen-temen, termasuk dia ngecek juga itu alamat kos pertama yang telponnya ga bisa aku hubungin (dan ketemuan ama yang punya kos). Ternyata setelah dia survei siy emang dari semua aspek itu yang paling cocok ya kos ini, paling deket ama kantor, suasananya enak, fasilitas juga oke... tinggal nunggu aku aja pas dateng buat ngeliat sendiri. Ya emang bener, pas aku ngeliat kos ini berasa sreg aja... hehehe... Jadi sori yah temen-temen yang ikutan repot pas aku minta bantuan cari kos di Surabaya hehehe... I really appreciate your help ^.^ 

Eum... apa yah... jadi ngerenung aja... Dia itu sebenernya udah nyiapin semuanya 'n aku seharusnya tenang aja ga perlu panik, just like He said before... tapi karna aku masih belon bisa ngeliat semuanya dengan jelas, aku jadi panik 'n ga percaya ama Dia, yang bikin aku akhirnya buang-buang energi 'n pikiran sendiri =p Aku baru bisa liat semuanya dengan jelas itu sekarang hehehe... Waw, I'm just so amazed with You God...

Will Be Busy

Start from next week I will be busy working on the web... Well, not the programming things, but I have to prepare my office's web....

Belakangan lagi ga minat nulis... entah kenapa hehehe... Ya well... pokoknya mo fokus ini dulu dah... daripada kebanyakan fokus jadi hang hehehe.... Tapi kalo buka multiply masih lah... hehehe... 

AADO

Iya, AADO, bukan AADC... soalnya lagi ga bertanya-tanya tentang cinta, tapi tentang Ortu hihihihi... Ada Apa Dengan Ortu yah?

Kayak postingan Enjie di blognya ini... Beberapa hari lalu ortuku juga mulai nanya-nanya, trus kemaren pas komsel ada temen cewek yang juga cerita hal yang sama, trus ada juga temen kantor cewek yang juga udah dibikin gerah ama ortunya... hihihihi.. ada apa dengan mereka semua yah hihihi... Knapa bisa barengan gitu siy yah hehehehe....

AADO yah? 

My Isat-Eco Is Activated!

Today I got a phone call from Indosat, she said my indosat-eco (unlimited internet package) was already activated. So later at 12:00 mid noon I'm gonna go to Galeri Indosat (Kayoon street) to buy the modem. 

Thanx to ce Bimbi yang mau nganterin hehehe... a bunch of thanx ce!!!

I think I'm gonna online tonight hehehe... 

PS: news update... belakangan lagi suka mantengin "Heroes" di Trans7 tiap senen-Jumat jam 8 malem... jadi pengen beli DVD serialnya... di Surabaya beli DVD serial gitu dimana yah? Dulu pernah tau di Pasar Atom, cuman gatau sekarang masih ada ga yah? Yang tau helep me yah... hehehe...

The Naked Traveler

http://naked-traveler.blogspot.com/
Blognya Trinity, The Naked Traveler, buku yang terkenal ituh hehehe...

Godaan 'n Renewing Our Mind

Selama beberapa hari lalu otakku sempet "hang"... Sampe kalo diinget-inget sekarang aku juga jadi heran kenapa yah aku bisa sampe mikir se-complicated itu hehehe...

Pas lagi "hang" itu aku sempet sms ke beberapa temen tentang beberapa topik yang occupied my mind. Thanx to Ms. D yang sincere, simple and to the point hehehe... She made me realized that what I was going through this time is just a matter of seduction... iya, godaan...

When I was in my previous place, one thing that I worried about was my family. But now, when I'm close to my family, there's another worry coming in. I guess it's true... Manusia emang ga ada puasnya hehehe... Udah disuruh bersyukur dan menikmati, tapi malah mencari-cari hal untuk dikeluhkan... Udah disuruh hidup di hari ini, tapi malah mikir yang mbulet-mbulet jauh ke depan padahal besok ada kejadian apa aja kita masih blom tau... hehehe... pijei toh yo...

Abis gitu sempet baca diary, ternyata oh ternyata... Dia udah ngasih bekal buat ngadepin apa yang aku lagi rasain itu sebelum aku napak di Surabaya... Like that's not enough, pas aku baca-baca halaman-halaman sebelumnya lagi, jadi nyadar kalo He had poured His blessings upon me so much more than I had imagined and more than what I had asked before... WAW...

So abis itu repent dah hehehe... Emang yang namanya renewing our mind itu kudu jalan setiap hari... kalo ga gitu otak jadi complicated hehehe... Thank You God... You really are my Guardian... 

...and thanx to Ms. D for the simple but nonjok words hehehe... and also for your friendship   

Photofunia -edited pics-

seeing through the eye...

At the mall centre hihihi...

Pick the best smile!

This is the cutest... 2 cute kitties are watching me on TV! Yay! hehehe...

I'm Back on Track...

Recently I have many self centered thoughts... I also have many worries because I was thinking too far =p

Yet He is faithful...

He reminded me of my past experiences with Him that I wrote in my diary...

He revealed to me how it feels to be in a person's position -who I had been trying hard to understand and forgive- which I has just experienced myself... until I really get it...

He reminded me of His promises and His words...

So... I repent and I'm back on track...  

Keep On Trusting!

(by Bayless Conley)

If you’re like me, there's been a time in your life when trusting God has been tough. Perhaps that time is right now!

Maybe your marriage isn't where you would like it to be. Perhaps it's far from ideal… even very far from being happy… and you've been praying and trusting God to turn things around.

Maybe you're trusting God for the healing of a physical affliction in your body. Maybe there's a difficult financial situation in which you're trusting God for favor. Maybe it has to do with your kids or some other situation in the home. Maybe it has to do with something that's going on at work and you're trusting God for something to change.

Whatever it is, I want to encourage you with a word from the Lord today. I want to share with you one reason to hold fast. A reason to keep believing. A reason to hold on to the promise that God has put in your heart and to keep trusting Him.

That reason is this: If God ever helped you in the past, He can help you in the now.

I read a true story recently about a guy who was totally distraught over some bills which had come due. And in the midst of his panic he remembered an experience he had as a World War II soldier fighting in the South Pacific.

He had become separated from his comrades, and some enemy soldiers had spotted him. In his attempt not to be caught, he scrambled through the jungle on the island he was on and managed to wedge himself inside a tiny little cave. And being a Christian, he prayed, "God, please protect me."

In that moment, he noticed that a little spider had started to spin a web at the mouth of the cave, and for the next 30 minutes he watched that spider spin a web as his enemy searched the caves around him.

Pretty soon, the enemy soldiers appeared at the mouth of the cave—and in an instant, they were gone. The soldier realized the enemy assumed nobody would have gone into that cave if there was a spider web in front of it!

He had let the distress about his bills overwhelm him… before finally remembering that God had saved him with a spider web! God had been faithful in a situation that had been much worse!

This human tendency to forget God's faithfulness… our failure to trust Him… is the same thing we find in Mark chapter 8, right after Jesus miraculously fed over 4,000 people with a few fish and seven loaves of bread.

Right after that miracle, the disciples had jumped into a boat with Jesus and crossed over to the other side of the Sea of Galilee. And they immediately forgot the miracle they had just watched Him perform.

Let's pick up the story in Mark 8:14…

Now the disciples had forgotten to take bread, and they did not have more than one loaf with them in the boat. Then He charged them, saying, “Take heed, beware of the leaven of the Pharisees and the leaven of Herod.” And they reasoned among themselves, saying, “It is because we have no bread.” But Jesus, being aware of it, said to them, “Why do you reason because you have no bread? Do you not yet perceive nor understand? Is your heart still hardened? Having eyes, do you not see? And having ears, do you not hear? And do you not remember? When I broke the five loaves for the five thousand, how many baskets full of fragments did you take up?” They said to Him, “Twelve.” “Also, when I broke the seven for the four thousand, how many large baskets full of fragments did you take up?” And they said, “Seven.” So He said to them, “How is it you do not understand?” (v. 14-21)

Jesus is telling His disciples that they don't get it! He has just performed two amazing miracles feeding thousands with a few fish and a couple of loaves of bread. Yet they are panicking because they realize that they only have one loaf of bread now for themselves. 

Somehow they have forgotten God's provision… His faithfulness. They are panicking in this situation because it has not dawned on them that what He did before he can do again.

But God does do repeat performances! He is faithful! What He has done in your life He can do again. And that's a good reason to hold fast… to keep believing… and to hold on today to the promise that God has put in your heart!

Source: crosswalk

The God that Gives Us Living Hope

(by Dr. John Barnett)

Our Great and Mighty God has His Hand reaching down from Heaven to each of us. He says to us:

• I am your Creator (Isaiah 42:5)

God made you just like you are to do what no one else can do. You are my special, precious child. Trust Me, follow Me, worship Me. We need to from our spirits respond to Him as Creator by saying to Him:

I will trust You Lord; and I will follow You Lord; and I will worship You Lord.

• I am your Sustainer (Isaiah 42:6)

God wants to hold your hand and keep you. Trust Me enough to grab My Hand, and love Me enough to let Me shine through your life. We need to from our spirits respond to Him as Sustainer by saying to Him:

I want to by faith, from this moment forward, start reaching up each new day I live and hold onto Your Hand to show that I really do trust You; and I want to love You so that others see Your love in me.

• I am your Redeemer (Isaiah 42:7)

God bought and paid for with Christ's blood, a great price. Realize anew that you are not your own, you belong to Me. Decide anew that what you say, where you go, what you wear, and how you fill your time needs to bring honor to Me as your God. We need to from our spirits respond to Him as Redeemer by saying to Him:

Thank you for buying me, I am unworthy of Your love; and I belong to You so I want You to be pleased today with what I say, where I go, what I wear, and how I spend my priceless moments of life.

• I am your Revealer (Isaiah 42:9)

God has spoken in this Word you hold. He leads you through His Word, comforts and keeps you with His Word, and changes you into more usefulness only by His Word. He says, "Let My Word fill your mind and life". We need to from our spirits respond to Him as Revealer by saying to Him:

I want to get into Your Word today and spend time with You my Lord; and I want to feel your comfort; and I want to follow Your will for my life; and I want you to change me a little more to be like Jesus today than I was yesterday.

• I am your Leader (Isaiah 48:17c)

God has given to us the pathway we are to follow in life (Psalm 16:11); and He alone is the guide we can safely follow. The Lord wants to guide and keep us; and often, it is much more than we want to follow and trust. We need to from our spirits respond to Him as Leader by saying to Him:

I want to follow Your Path. I will submit to You as my Leader today. And when the path gets rough, or I begin to fear, I want to reach up again and take Your Hand stretched out to me.

• I am your Peace-Giver (Isaiah 48:17)

God has told us over and over that great peace belongs to all who will love and obey His Word (Psalm 119:165). He offers peace that flows like a river through every part of our lives; and He offers a cleansing wave of His grace across the beaches of our lives--so that we can walk on each new day of life with a fresh, new beginning. We need to form our spirits respond to Him as Peace-Giver by saying to Him:

I want Your peace every moment. Keep me in that perfect peace (Isaiah 26:3), and I will do my part-I will keep my mind focused on You. When I feel restless I will repent of whatever wickedness prompted that feeling, look back at You and thank you for Your river of peace, and waves of righteousness...

Source: crosswalk

Are Our Troubles a Blessing or a Curse?

(by Dan Miller)

Like most of you, I have been hearing a lot of personal examples of “disaster” this week. No gas, no job, no retirement fund, worthless stock, cancelled vacations, and general uncertainty. Rather than trying to create something profound I’d like to share this old story.

Once there was an old man who lived in a tiny village. Although poor, he was envied by all, because he owned a beautiful white horse. People offered fabulous prices for the horse, but the old man always refused. “This horse is a friend, not a possession,” he would respond.

One morning the horse was not in the stable. All the villagers said, “You old fool. We told you someone would steal that beautiful horse. You could at least have gotten the money. Now the horse is gone, and you’ve been cursed with misfortune.”

The old man responded, “Perhaps. All I know is that my horse is gone; the rest I do not know. Whether it be a curse or a blessing, I can’t say.”

After fifteen days the horse returned. He hadn’t been stolen; he had run away into the forest. Not only had he returned, he had brought a dozen wild horses back with him. Once again the village people gathered around the old man and said, “You were right – what we thought was a curse was a blessing. Please forgive us.” The old man responded, “Perhaps. Once again you’ve gone too far. How do you know if this is a blessing or a curse? Unless you can see the whole story, how can you judge?” But the people could only see the obvious. The old man now had twelve additional horses that could be broken and sold for a great deal of money.

The old man had a son, an only son. He began to break the wild horses. Unfortunately, after just a few days, he fell from a horse and broke both his legs. Once again the villagers gathered around the old man and said, “You were right. The wild horses were not a blessing; they were a curse. Your only son has broken his legs and now in your old age you have no one to help you. You are poorer than ever.” But the old man said, “Perhaps. Don’t go so far. Say only that my son broke his legs. We have only a fragment of the whole story.”

It so happened that a few weeks later the country went to war with a neighboring country. All the young men of the village were required to join the army. Only the son of the old man was excluded, because he had two broken legs. Once again the people gathered around, crying because there was little chance their sons would return. “You were right, old man. Your son’s accident was a blessing. Our sons are gone forever.”

The old man spoke again. “You people are always quick to jump to conclusions. Only God knows the final story.”

And so it is with our lives. What we see as a blessing or a curse may simply be part of God's preparation for what lies ahead. Be careful in seeing “disaster” in any change. Just recognize it as change – which opens the door for good as well as bad – for gain as well as possible loss.

I’ve spent 20 years seeing people go through unexpected and unwelcome change – and have enjoyed seeing most move on to more opportunity, freedom, fulfillment and income.

Source: crosswalk

Early Days @ My New Office

Phewww... It's been ages! Finally I can get online! ^.^ Yea well at least that's how I feel hehehe... I haven't been online for about 2 weeks but since I'm an onliner, it feels like a decade! hehehe... a little dramatic =p

Actually I want to post a poem and an article before today, but I can't upload them because there were errors in my USB. So I will try to upload them again tomorrow.

Anyway, I have been staying in Surabaya since last Tuesday (28 October), I stayed early on purpose so I can get used to the new environment. I borrowed a bicycle from my dorm owner and I went over nearby roads, but so far, the nearest shopping place I can reached by myself is only "Indomaret" hehehe... I'm still trying to find any friends or ways so I can explore (and memorize!) the routes and public vehicles to get to places at the city centre, such as TP and Pasar Atom hehehe... 

I also have aplied for Isat-eco so I can get online from my dorm with my notebook. But I haven't given the last document they needed for approval. So just wait hehehe...

My work? I guess I won't be too busy, most likely these early days, because the website haven't been launched yet... The programmers are still working on it. Meanwhile on Wednesday the chief editor and me will go to the programmers (outsource) to check how far it's going.

The sad thing is... I still can't get enough sleeping time at night T_T I really need bolster (guling) T_T So here I am waiting desperately for a bolster from home that my mom will bring to me 2 weeks and 3 days more to come T_T I need you dear bolster... desperately need you...