<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425</id><updated>2012-01-30T15:42:24.763-08:00</updated><category term='prosesong'/><category term='questpoll'/><category term='AuthentReel'/><category term='surrealife'/><category term='notification'/><category term='zentech'/><category term='pseuwisdom'/><category term='XY'/><category term='gratidea'/><title type='text'>KOKOISM. Writing. Life. Plan. Love.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-3162241536407264223</id><published>2008-07-08T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:59:08.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving to lplpx.com</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I'm moving. Very late announcement, sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lplpx.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lplpx.com/wp-content/themes/default/images/Banner2.JPG" alt="LPLPX.COM : Lifehacking in Indonesia" width=200&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-3162241536407264223?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/3162241536407264223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2008/07/moving-to-lplpxcom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/3162241536407264223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/3162241536407264223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2008/07/moving-to-lplpxcom.html' title='Moving to lplpx.com'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-5655845177202603522</id><published>2008-03-27T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T07:39:47.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pseuwisdom'/><title type='text'>Parenting is an art (pseuwisdom 16:1-9)</title><content type='html'>1 Parenting is an art and although right now I didn't have a skill or experience to do it, but when I was a child I've experienced some of the art in me. There are several things that I experienced or wanted to experience as a child. Maybe it's right with some child, maybe it won't work with another. Like I said, it's an art. Eventhough parents or soon-to-be parents have read dozens of books, in the end, it's best for them just to throw away the books, but remembering some of its suggestion. Here are some that I didn't find in any books (if I ever read one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 One, punish yourself when you punish a child. Go to your room. No TV for a month. You're not allowed to play video games for a week. Sounds familiar? Well, it shouldn't be. Because if a child is making mistakes, you also making one in your parenting. So punish yourself and your kid together. Lock yourself together in his room. If he cannot watch tv, you cannot watch tv either. And never..never..hit your kid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Two, tell us your era, when you're just like your kids. They didn't think that 70s or 80s is uncool. But if they don't know about that era, they might think that era is uncool. Don't let them think that the remake is the original. Tell them about koes plus, bing slamet, and elias pical. They'd like to know you when you're their age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Three, teacher is not their main educator, you are. When it comes to wisdom, you're their main source. They believe and try to obey everything you said, as long as it's rational. If you said that it's bad to buy junk food, they will not do it. Don't ever let the educations of your child lays in their teacher or worst, their nanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Four, be a criminal with your child for one or two times. Steal something from the market with them and tell them why that's wrong. Drive through a red light and tell them why it's wrong. And the bonus is that your kids will see you as human and not some saint that always do a righteous thing. It's easier to make mistakes later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Five, say 'I'm sorry' if necessary. You're human, you make mistakes. Your kids will understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Six, let your child make mistakes and don't be embarrassed by them. Remember it's all in one package. If your child is screaming and other people looking at you with scorn or pitiful eyes, that's the price you must pay. If they spoil something in restaurant, well, that's your price. They didn't care, they just doing their thing. It's you who feel embarrassed, like someone scold you for being a bad parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Seven, reward your child on report card. Okay this is my childhood speaking. My parents always reward me money for 7,8,9,10 that I have, while 5 or 6 have negative amount. All that saying about education in the system is for your own future is a bunch of lies, because how much education in the system that you will use until you grow up? Wisdom is more important in my opinion. At least with rewards, your childs will measure how much reward that they will get and calculate their strength and weakness to get optimal results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Parenting is an art. Always remember that. There's no right or wrong. If something wrong, just fix it immediately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-5655845177202603522?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/5655845177202603522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2008/03/parenting-is-art-pseuwisdom-161-9.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/5655845177202603522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/5655845177202603522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2008/03/parenting-is-art-pseuwisdom-161-9.html' title='Parenting is an art (pseuwisdom 16:1-9)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-3617095566701346914</id><published>2008-03-18T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:09:07.054-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AuthentReel'/><title type='text'>The Image of Him (Authentreel 5:1-5)</title><content type='html'>1 Okay, so everyone seems to talk about this movie, Ayat-ayat Cinta. Although I'm Catholic, I watched the movie and also read the book. You who are Catholic should watched the movie and read the book. It's not the movie and book about Islam. Most of all, it's a movie about love =p It's not promotion really. I just read the e-book and the piracy version of Ayat-ayat Cinta, all courtesy of the WWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Just watched the movie first. It's on the internet and it's free. Or if you have money and time to wait in line, you can see it in the theater near you. If you're like me, a Catholic, there's an enlightened moment in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 I don't know whether it's intentional or not. OR whether some people see it too or just me. But check this picture on the scene from a movie and tell me the first thing you think after you see this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQywdbPI_ZM/R-Cuh4kaC2I/AAAAAAAAFJU/VNGL77gJ0ec/s1600-h/aha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQywdbPI_ZM/R-Cuh4kaC2I/AAAAAAAAFJU/VNGL77gJ0ec/s400/aha.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179331468620073826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 No clear idea? Compare it with this picture from the passion of JC. See the resemblance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mtv.com/shared/media/news/images/c/Caviezel_James/sq-hood-passion-newm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px;" src="http://www.mtv.com/shared/media/news/images/c/Caviezel_James/sq-hood-passion-newm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Even in the darkest corner of the earth, He's always there in many form to help those with heavy burden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-3617095566701346914?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/3617095566701346914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2008/03/image-of-him-authentreel-51-5.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/3617095566701346914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/3617095566701346914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2008/03/image-of-him-authentreel-51-5.html' title='The Image of Him (Authentreel 5:1-5)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQywdbPI_ZM/R-Cuh4kaC2I/AAAAAAAAFJU/VNGL77gJ0ec/s72-c/aha.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-7748307017405577136</id><published>2008-03-11T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:08:05.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questpoll'/><title type='text'>Coming Clean (questpoll 1:1-6)</title><content type='html'>1 Okay, so i received evan sanders picture from my friend alongside his foreigner presumably his boyfriend. But, i might be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 This combines with a Richard Dawkins speech that i download this morning from the internet, makes me wonder one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Which is more difficult? Admit that you're a gay or admit that you're an atheist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Both are hard, especially when you admit it to your parents, but in Indonesia where almost 90% of its citizens believe in God, i'm guessing atheist will have more scorn eyes than a homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Again, i could be wrong. I read that in America, a 14-year-old boy killed a 15-year-old boy just because he is being asked to become his victim's valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 And for all of you that want to comment, the most difficult thing is to admit that you're gay atheist, well tough luck, create another comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-7748307017405577136?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/7748307017405577136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2008/03/coming-clean-questpoll-11-6.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/7748307017405577136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/7748307017405577136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2008/03/coming-clean-questpoll-11-6.html' title='Coming Clean (questpoll 1:1-6)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-8362319935662489535</id><published>2008-02-25T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T19:02:05.683-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratidea'/><title type='text'>I found your camera (gratidea 6:1-5)</title><content type='html'>1 I like this &lt;a href="http://www.ifoundyourcamera.blogspot.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;. A very genuine idea that come from another great &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 It's a site where people can post pictures that they found in digital camera, flash disk usb, memory card, that left out in park, restaurant, and basically everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 The idea is simple but what i like is something about how people can connected with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 I know what's like to lost your precious memories taken in picture. In my cases, there isn't any salvation because the memory card is corrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 But if it's lost and can be retrieved, I think we should try to help the owner and those precious memory find each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-8362319935662489535?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/8362319935662489535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-found-your-camera-gratidea-61-5.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/8362319935662489535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/8362319935662489535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-found-your-camera-gratidea-61-5.html' title='I found your camera (gratidea 6:1-5)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-3318493147692416835</id><published>2008-02-21T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T05:56:47.765-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pseuwisdom'/><title type='text'>What do you care about? (Pseuwisdom 15:1-8)</title><content type='html'>1 Since Tuesday, I wear this pin with a flower and a sentence "We always care." It supposed to show our solidarity and that we keep our professionalism above anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Also, since Tuesday, I have a training in Microsoft about SQL Server 2005 Performance Tuning and Optimization. The trainer is a Chinese and on lunch, he saw my pin (I forgot to take my ID off) and asked, "What do you care about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Of course, his English is not perfect, so what I heard is, "Whatsee dossee youssee caresee aboutsee?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Anyway, like a obedient employee, I explain to him about the news, of course within my own perception, and I could be wrong and also about the meaning of the flower and so on. What I said seems lost in translation, so he just nod with understanding (or pretending that he understand). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Then I come to the office in the evening and read an email about the concern of not using indonesian language on the pin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Maybe that's the reason. Yes, indonesian language is great, but to go international, we use English. Remember we want to show our professionalism and solidarity not only to Indonesian people, but to everybody in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Yes, I wanted to show to the whole world that I always care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 What do I care about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-3318493147692416835?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/3318493147692416835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-do-you-care-about-pseuwisdom-151-7.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/3318493147692416835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/3318493147692416835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-do-you-care-about-pseuwisdom-151-7.html' title='What do you care about? (Pseuwisdom 15:1-8)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-7203260192780501410</id><published>2008-02-13T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T04:03:24.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pseuwisdom'/><title type='text'>Dokumen (pseuwisdom 14:1-6)</title><content type='html'>1 Oke, seseorang analis pernah meramalkan pada sepuluh tahun yang lalu bahwa sepuluh tahun ke depan dunia akan mengalami paperless. Semua serba digital dan tidak akan ada lagi kertas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Jadi kalau misalnya gue melihat masih banyak tumpukan kertas tidak terawat di meja gue, artinya ada yang salah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Hei, gue 100 persen mendukung paperless. Gue sudah sick dengan berbagai kertas yang bertebaran di meja gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Tapi masih ada risalah rapat. Masih ada memo. Masih ada fotokopi memo. Masih ada fotokopi dari fotokopi memo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Apa yang bisa mempercepat paperless ini? Menurut gue yang penting itu adalah monitor yang ramah mata dan bisa dibawa ke mana-mana, yang bisa ditulis dengan pena stylus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Tapi sampai itu terjadi, terpaksa semua memo, risalah rapat dan kertas-kertas berserakan dijejalkan ke laci meja kantor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-7203260192780501410?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/7203260192780501410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2008/02/dokumen-pseuwisdom-141-6.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/7203260192780501410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/7203260192780501410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2008/02/dokumen-pseuwisdom-141-6.html' title='Dokumen (pseuwisdom 14:1-6)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-7925709768957008204</id><published>2007-11-27T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:36:24.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pseuwisdom'/><title type='text'>Berbuat kebaikan (Pseuwisdom 13:1-7)</title><content type='html'>1 Kalau misalnya kita sedang naik mobil, terus tiba-tiba ada orang yang tergeletak di pinggir jalan, apa yang kita lakukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Samaria yang baik hati pasti berkata, "Ayo kita tolong." Orang Jakarta yang cuek dan paranoid bilang, "Ati-ati, paling komplotannya siap-siap menyergap kita."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Apakah memang susah yah, berbuat kebaikan tanpa takut tertimpa kejahatan? Apakah kita ikut berdosa apabila menggoda seseorang untuk berbuat kejahatan? Misalnya, memakai perhiasan saat di jalan, meninggalkan tas terbuka, atau misalnya tidak mengunci pintu kamar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Ular dianggap berdosa saat menggoda Adam dan Hawa. Jadi, kita ikut berdosa bila kita secara sadar atau tidak sadar, memberikan kesempatan kepada pelaku kejahatan untuk melakukan tindakan kriminalnya tersebut? Akan tetapi, bukankah itu seperti bilang perempuan cantik ikut berdosa bila dia dilecehkan secara seksual? Atau itu kasus yang berbeda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Nah, sekarang kalau dibalik. Bagaimana jika tindakan kita meskipun tidak menghasilkan kebaikan, tapi ternyata mencegah kejahatan? Bagaimana jika kita baca koran besok harinya dan membaca bahwa komplotan A menodong Bapak X dengan berpura-pura tergeletak di jalan? Bisakah kita bilang ke Bapak itu, "Makanya, jangan bikin kesempatan berbuat dosa yah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Kayak orang bilang ke kita, "Salah kamu sendiri sih, melibatkan diri di situasi yang sulit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Masih belum tahu juga mana yang bener. Tapi yang udah pasti sih, selalu waspada. Kalau misalnya contoh di atas, daripada keluar dari mobil mending telpon ambulan bilang ada kecelakaan sambil berdoa supaya korban jangan mati sebelum ambulannya datang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-7925709768957008204?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/7925709768957008204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/11/berbuat-kebaikan-pseuwisdom-131-7.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/7925709768957008204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/7925709768957008204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/11/berbuat-kebaikan-pseuwisdom-131-7.html' title='Berbuat kebaikan (Pseuwisdom 13:1-7)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-2231133544624243313</id><published>2007-11-27T17:30:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:31:30.589-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrealife'/><title type='text'>Hujan pun akan berhenti (Surrealife 9:1-7)</title><content type='html'>1 Kemarin Jakarta diguyur hujan. Lagi. Kali ini tidak tanggung-tanggung. Petir berkali-kali menyambar. Air bagaikan tumpah dari langit. Di manakah diriku berada pada saat itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Mungkin kemaren gue agak males yah tinggal di kantor sampai lama menunggu hujan selesai. Soalnya hujan tidak pernah selesai, jadi cabut pas hujan deras dengan rencana naik taksi. Eh, taksi yang dinanti penuh semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Ternyata ada ojek yang gigih menawarkan jasanya kepadaku yang teronggok di tengah jalan dipayungi hujan. Dia menyerahkan jas hujan kepada gue yang menerima dengan ragu-ragu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Becanda yah? Masa ujan deres begini naik ojek? Tapi kalau gak sekarang kapan lagi? pasti jalanan macet. Lebih baik pulang, mandi, dan bisa langsung tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Akhirnya menggunakan teori yang demikian, pulanglah gue menggunakan ojek. Ternyata benar jalanan macet. Saking macetnya sampai motor juga gak bisa lewat. Dongkol, iya mungkin. Tapi mau gimana lagi. Di Jakarta, kalau tingkat penerimaan elu tidak tinggi, elu bakalan meledak lebih cepat dan lebih sering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Dengan doa kepada Tuhan dan santo-santa kesayangannya, akhirnya gue sampai ke rumah. Mandi, merebahkan diri di tempat tidur, dan memejamkan mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Hari ini, pasti juga kayak kemarin. Gak akan berbeda jauh. Tapi mungkin kali ini lebih baik menunggu di kantor, daripada kayak tikus got seperti kemarin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-2231133544624243313?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/2231133544624243313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/11/hujan-pun-akan-berhenti-surrealife-91-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/2231133544624243313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/2231133544624243313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/11/hujan-pun-akan-berhenti-surrealife-91-7.html' title='Hujan pun akan berhenti (Surrealife 9:1-7)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-6817686226971863677</id><published>2007-11-27T17:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:31:50.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrealife'/><title type='text'>Orang yang kutemui pagi hari (Surrealife 8:1-4)</title><content type='html'>1 Setiap pagi, gue harus jalan menyebrangi jembatan busway di samping jembatan layang karet untuk mencegat P19 yang ke arah kantor. Lumayan buat olahraga pagi-pagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Nah, dalam perjalanan yang singkat itu, ada penjual donat yang lumayan enak dan murah untuk pengganjal perut pagi-pagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Kadang, aku tidak kepingin beli donat, tapi melihat penjual donat itu aku iseng-iseng beli. Kadang kalau memang aku tidak ingin beli, aku berdoa supaya dia sedang sibuk melayani seorang pembeli agar dia tidak melihat pelanggan donat setianya berlalu begitu saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Tapi dua hari terakhir ini, si penjual donat itu tidak muncul di jembatan itu. Kadang kalau gue pergi terlalu pagi, dia juga belum datang, dan aku kelaparan sendiri. Tapi, mungkinkah ada sesuatu terjadi menimpa dirinya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-6817686226971863677?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/6817686226971863677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/11/orang-yang-kutemui-pagi-hari-surrealife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/6817686226971863677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/6817686226971863677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/11/orang-yang-kutemui-pagi-hari-surrealife.html' title='Orang yang kutemui pagi hari (Surrealife 8:1-4)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-5635304762400542236</id><published>2007-11-27T17:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:29:55.183-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AuthentReel'/><title type='text'>Narkoba (Authentreel 4:1-7)</title><content type='html'>1 Beberapa hal memang lebih lucu kalau diceritakan dalam bahasa Indonesia. Seperti hari ini saat aku pergi ke bioskop untuk menonton Bourne Ultimatum, iklan yang muncul sebelum film dimulai adalah mengenai narkoba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Iklan ini menggambarkan bagaimana seseorang yang berawal dari coba-coba berlanjut menjadi seorang pecandu dan kemudian mati gara-gara overdosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Saat berakhirnya iklan ini, ada suara narator yang berkata, "Jangan bersahabat dengan NARKOBA."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Dan tidak sampai sedetik kemudian dilanjutkan dengan jingle "Dari TELKOMSEL."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Hahaha, aku tahu orang buta kemungkinan kecil pergi ke bioskop, tapi kalau misalnya ada orang buta yang mendengarkan iklan itu dia pasti akan berpikiran lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Sorry, TELKOMSEL, bukan bermaksud menghina atau apa, saya hanya kebetulan saja mengamati. Teruskan mensponsori iklan layanan masyarakat tentang NARKOBA secara keseluruhan bukan yang hanya dari perusahaan atau kartel tertentu saja.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-5635304762400542236?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/5635304762400542236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/11/narkoba-authentreel-41-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/5635304762400542236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/5635304762400542236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/11/narkoba-authentreel-41-7.html' title='Narkoba (Authentreel 4:1-7)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-1714774514078667899</id><published>2007-11-27T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:28:02.984-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrealife'/><title type='text'>Jejak Langkah (Surrealife 8 : 1 - 7)</title><content type='html'>1 Semua juga sudah tahu cerita tentang jejak langkah di pantai. Berikut versi sangat pendek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Seorang bapak setelah meninggal bersama Yesus melihat jejak2 langkah hidupnya di pantai. Ada dua pasang jejak saat bapak itu hidup tenang, sementara hanya ada satu pasang saat bapak itu mengalami kesulitan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Yesus bilang, "Dua pasang jejak langkah itu artinya aku selalu mendampingimu dan satu pasang jejak langkah itu adalah saat aku menggendongmu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Mengerti? Yesus dengan segala kekuatannya, meninabobokan kita saat kita melewati kesulitan. sudahlah tidur saja, aku yang akan menggendongmu melewati kesulitan ini. Kita bagai anak kecil yang gak bisa apa-apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Tapi begitukah kita? Apakah kita tidak bisa setara dengan dia? Kalau aku, aku ingin Yesus menyeret tubuhku yang sudah lemah, menampar aku berkali-kali supaya aku bangkit kembali, atau bergulat dengannya saat dia menahanku untuk tidak menjauh darinya. Aku terluka karena Dia, seperti Dia pernah terluka karena aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Jejak langkah di pantai tidak akan beraturan. Tapi masih akan terlihat jelas bahwa selamanya masih ada dua pasang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Jadi saat kau melihat ada lukisan mengenai cerita ini di toko-toko barang-barang rohani, pikirkanlah tentang hal ini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-1714774514078667899?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/1714774514078667899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/11/jejak-langkah-surrealife-8-1-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/1714774514078667899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/1714774514078667899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/11/jejak-langkah-surrealife-8-1-7.html' title='Jejak Langkah (Surrealife 8 : 1 - 7)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-5167973947025944806</id><published>2007-11-27T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:25:38.423-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pseuwisdom'/><title type='text'>Munafik (pseuwisdom 12:1-5)</title><content type='html'>1 Apa sih arti kata munafik? Orang bilang orang farisi munafik, orang bilang kalau orang tua kita munafik. Males banget cari di KBBI, jadi menurut definisi gue munafik adalah orang yang perbuatan dan perkataannya tidak sejalan. Biasanya perkataannya baik, tapi perbuatannya enggak baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Eloe ke gereja tapi tetap menyimpan dendam, itu munafik. Eloe bilang ke orang, mencuri itu tidak baik tapi eloe korupsi, itu munafik. Eloe menghakimi ke orang lain, sementara diri eloe juga banyak dosa, itu munafik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Kalau gue sih gampangnya aja begini. Gue bayangin Tuhan pinter bikin orang-orang munafik ini. Jadi Dia bikin orang yang suka menggurui orang lain, punya kelemahan sehingga bisa masuk neraka. Di situ, orang-orang munafik itu bisa menyelamatkan lebih banyak orang buat masuk surga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Hahaha, soalnya orang baik udah gak mungkin kan masuk neraka. Jadi mendingan orang-orang munafik aja masuk neraka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Jadi kalau eloe ketemu orang munafik, ingat aja bahwa dia bekerja untuk rencana Tuhan yang lebih besar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-5167973947025944806?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/5167973947025944806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/11/munafik-pseuwisdom-121-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/5167973947025944806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/5167973947025944806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/11/munafik-pseuwisdom-121-5.html' title='Munafik (pseuwisdom 12:1-5)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-6231327906559546490</id><published>2007-11-27T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:24:22.040-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrealife'/><title type='text'>Hari terasa pendek (Surrealife 7:1-7)</title><content type='html'>1 Kenapa sekarang orang ngerasa waktu tuh kurang bagi dia? kayak gak ada waktu untuk melakukan semua yang ingin dia kerjakan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Apakah orang lalu menyalahkan keadaan dia yang seperti tidak berdaya untuk menjejalkan semua keinginannya, semua kewajiban dan semua haknya ke dalam satu hari sebelum esoknya melakukan hal yang sama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Jadi teringat, cerita seorang profesor yang mengisi ember mula-mula dengan batu besar, lalu dengan batu sedang dan terakhir batu kecil. Akhirnya ember itu terisi penuh dengan batu, meskipun orang menyangka bahwa setelah diisi batu besar itu, ember tersebut tidak mungkin diisi lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Tinggal di jakarta, dengan kemungkinan mati di jalan yang besar, berhubung seringnya kita di jalan, berarti harus ada solusi untuk mengisi waktu tersebut. Belajar bahasa lewat ipod atau ngedengerin audiobooks, atau pulang lebih malam meskipun naik taksi yang otomatis lebih mahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Ada banyak cara untuk mengisi waktu. Mungkin masalahnya orang pengen berada di waktu dan TEMPAT yang diinginkannya. Kalau dia tidak berada di tempat yang dia inginkan untuk melakukan sesuatu, dia jadi malas melakukannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Waktu gimana-gimana juga ya segitu-gitu juga, gak akan berkurang, gak akan berlebih, jadi ya paling bagus, dimanfaatin sebaik-baiknya dengan pintar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Jadi pada waktu tidur gak akan ada perasaan menyesal dari kita yang bilang, "Kok gue kayak gak ngapa-ngapain sih hari ini?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-6231327906559546490?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/6231327906559546490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/11/hari-terasa-pendek-surrealife-71-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/6231327906559546490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/6231327906559546490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/11/hari-terasa-pendek-surrealife-71-7.html' title='Hari terasa pendek (Surrealife 7:1-7)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-1102560791785100618</id><published>2007-11-27T17:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:22:55.046-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrealife'/><title type='text'>Keseimbangan (Surrealife 6:1-4)</title><content type='html'>1 Jadi hidupmu menyebalkan, pekerjaan tidak kamu sukai, kamu seperti tidak mengerjakan apa-apa sepanjang hari, dan pada akhir hari sebelum tidur, kamu merasa hidupmu tidak berharga, kamu tidak memiliki kemampuan dan kamu sibuk meminta maaf kepada semua hal yang tidak perlu kamu minta maaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Kenapa ini bisa terjadi padamu, kau bertanya. Apakah gara-gara kemacetan di jalan? Apakah gara-gara kamu ingin menjejalkan semua keinginanmu di dalam satu hari? Berusaha menyeimbangkan antara kewajibanmu dan kesenanganmu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Jaman sekarang, orang harus lebih pintar dalam segala hal. Pekerjaan, keluarga, pacar dan hura-hura harus mendapat porsi yang sepadan dalam waktu dan kehidupanmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Banyak buku yang mengajari tentang hal itu, tetapi kalau misalnya tidak ada kesadaran dari dirimu sendiri, tidak akan banyak gunanya semuanya itu, kecuali membusuk dalam otakmu dan tidak pernah menemukan cahayanya lagi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-1102560791785100618?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/1102560791785100618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/11/keseimbangan-surrealife-61-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/1102560791785100618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/1102560791785100618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/11/keseimbangan-surrealife-61-4.html' title='Keseimbangan (Surrealife 6:1-4)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-1069202014266587943</id><published>2007-11-27T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:22:08.002-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrealife'/><title type='text'>Mata orang lain (Surrealife 5:1-10)</title><content type='html'>1 ngobrol-ngobrol ama temen. bilang blognya terlalu serius, harus lebih banyak ketawa. gue bilang, itu udah ada bau-bau sinisme kok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hahaha..gue jadi inget orang bilang kalau orang hidup di dunia dengan tiga cara pandang tentang dirinya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 pertama, apa yang eloe lihat tentang diri eloe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 kedua, apa yang orang lain lihat tentang diri eloe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 ketiga, eloe pengen orang lain ngeliat apa dari diri eloe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 cara ngetestnya, biasa diajukan sebuah pertanyaan, sebutkan tiga binatang yang eloe sukai. binatang pertama, itu pernyataan pertama, dan seterusnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 jadi kalau trias binatang eloe, kancil, kambing ama singa. jadi eloe melihat diri eloe sebagai kancil, eloe dilihat orang lain sebagai kambing, tapi eloe pengen orang lain ngelihat sebagai singa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Mengerti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Kalau kata gue yang paling penting itu pertama. soalnya orang lain itu kadang suks. kenapa eloe harus bergantung pada orang lain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Hidup itu singkat, jangan mau eloe hidup sesuai kemauan orang lain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-1069202014266587943?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/1069202014266587943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/11/mata-orang-lain-surrealife-51-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/1069202014266587943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/1069202014266587943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/11/mata-orang-lain-surrealife-51-10.html' title='Mata orang lain (Surrealife 5:1-10)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-2158554065182378052</id><published>2007-11-27T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:17:50.417-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pseuwisdom'/><title type='text'>Sisi Gelap (Pseuwisdom 10:1-9)</title><content type='html'>1 Semua orang punya sisi gelap. Bahkan Lady Diana, Angelina Jolie, dan semua filantropis yang berbagi kebahagiaan dan kekayaan dengan mereka yang lebih menderita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Dan sisi gelap itu, ada yang merugikan orang lain, tapi so pasti merugikan diri sendiri. Jadi orang merasa bahwa adalah suatu keperluan untuk menghilangkan sisi gelap itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Ada film yang pernah gue tonton, judulnya Dexter. Di situ tokoh utamanya menderita keinginan untuk selalu membunuh orang lain. Ayah angkatnya tahu akan hal itu jadi dia menyuruh dia membunuh orang yang patut dibunuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Dia tidak bilang dexter harus menghilangkan sisi gelap itu, tapi dia bilang dexter harus menemukan penyaluran yang pas. Tapi itu film. Di film dexter cuma nyaris ketangkap. Mungkin bakalan lain di dunia nyata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Kenapa orang punya sisi gelap? biasanya pengalaman buruk dan traumatis di masa kecil atau singkatnya di masa lalu. Jika tidak mengganggu dirinya untuk berfungsi normal, biasanya orang itu menganggap sisi gelapnya tidak pernah ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Tapi sisi gelap itu selalu ada di situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Biasanya sisi gelap membuat kita menghakimi orang lain. Bilang bahwa orang lainlah yang mempunyai sisi gelap itu, menyangkal bahwa kita mempunyai sisi gelap itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Solusinya? Gue ingin bilang solusinya adalah berdoa kepada Tuhan. Curhat kepada Tuhan tentang segala sesuatu. Tapi kadang orang butuh semacam jawaban yang lisan. yang nyata. bukan merasa seperti dia mendengar jawaban dari Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Hah, gue gak tau solusinya. Kata buku sih solusinya beda-beda. Yang pasti langkah pertamanya sama, kamu harus mengakui bahwa kamu memiliki sisi gelap tersebut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-2158554065182378052?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/2158554065182378052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/11/sisi-gelap-pseuwisdom-101-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/2158554065182378052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/2158554065182378052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/11/sisi-gelap-pseuwisdom-101-9.html' title='Sisi Gelap (Pseuwisdom 10:1-9)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-3364065784523512571</id><published>2007-11-27T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:16:10.342-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pseuwisdom'/><title type='text'>Dicintai (Pseuwisdom 10:1-8)</title><content type='html'>1 Kenapa orang begitu sukar untuk menerima bahwa diri mereka layak untuk dicintai? Gue menyalahkan cerita dongeng, iklan dan sinetron. Kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Mencintai itu gampang. Eloe lihat sendiri di semua sinetron, bagaimana tokoh utama yang cantik jelita mencintai setengah mati meskipun mendapat berbagai penderitaan. Yang mencintai itu seorang protagonis, pahlawan, dan semua hal yang baik menjadi satu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Tapi dicintai? Apakah ada yang mengajarkan bagaimana caranya dicintai? Oh, gampang itu dicintai. Eloe diam aja dan kalau eloe emang dicintai orang lain yah, eloe terima aja dan gak usah protes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Gampang? Enggak. Jika ada orang yang merasa gak layak untuk dicintai, apakah dia bakalan duduk diam dan membiarkan dirinya dicintai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Semua bilang bahwa mencintai lebih terhormat dari dicintai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Orang terbebani dengan dicintai. Dicintai itu benar-benar tidak Yesus banget. Di saat terpenting dalam hidupNya (yeah, di kayu salib), injil mencatat bahwa dia tidak dicintai. Yesus mencintai. Nilai mencintai lebih besar daripada dicintai. Ada berapa tulisan di injil yang mencantumkan kata dikasihi/dicintai? Satu. Itupun "dikasihi Tuhan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Padahal bagaimana caranya mencintai kalau gak ada yang dicintai. Ya, ya, gue tau, bahwa itu hubungannya timbal balik. Tapi lebih banyak orang mencintai daripada dicintai. Penulis yang paling gue suka pernah menulis kalau cinta itu bukan sekedar mencintai dan dicintai, cinta itu soal partisipasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Jadi, bersediakah orang untuk dicintai?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-3364065784523512571?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/3364065784523512571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/11/dicintai-pseuwisdom-101-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/3364065784523512571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/3364065784523512571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/11/dicintai-pseuwisdom-101-8.html' title='Dicintai (Pseuwisdom 10:1-8)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-2246748890501727803</id><published>2007-11-27T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:14:14.643-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notification'/><title type='text'>Repost (Notification 1:1-2)</title><content type='html'>1 I will repost all my writing in my other blog. It's written entirely in my native language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 This is step two to simplify my digital life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-2246748890501727803?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/2246748890501727803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/11/repost-notification-11-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/2246748890501727803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/2246748890501727803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/11/repost-notification-11-2.html' title='Repost (Notification 1:1-2)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-5645613177927652143</id><published>2007-10-29T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:09:07.809-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrealife'/><title type='text'>Quit Playing Games (Surrealife 4:1-2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQywdbPI_ZM/Rw31XyDUW8I/AAAAAAAADs0/9xtn2Brku38/s1600-h/stop_playing_matrix_img.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQywdbPI_ZM/Rw31XyDUW8I/AAAAAAAADs0/9xtn2Brku38/s400/stop_playing_matrix_img.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120018140311608258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 A hilarious picture about when to stop playing games before your spouse's angry with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Sssh, did you hear that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-5645613177927652143?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/5645613177927652143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/10/quit-playing-games-surrealife-41-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/5645613177927652143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/5645613177927652143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/10/quit-playing-games-surrealife-41-2.html' title='Quit Playing Games (Surrealife 4:1-2)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQywdbPI_ZM/Rw31XyDUW8I/AAAAAAAADs0/9xtn2Brku38/s72-c/stop_playing_matrix_img.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-7333378619071171843</id><published>2007-10-26T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T04:19:01.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pseuwisdom'/><title type='text'>All about Money (Pseuwisdom 9:1-7)</title><content type='html'>1 So, why nice people always think that other people have good moral? Really, they don’t. Other people will leave for inhumane reason and left without even saying goodbye. The most common inhumane reason is money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Now, people is born wanting to be rich. If not rich, at least he/she is not poor. This fact is bluntly seen on workplace (where people leave his company for a better offer), trading and manufacturing (where people want to surpress their cost to minimum while gain profit to maximum), or in the soccer field (the latest proof, Thierry Henry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 I don’t know much about transfer in soccer field or trading and manufacturing, but i know one or two case where people who go  for better salary, leave a mess behind to clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Now, the people that’s left behind, didn’t want the mess to be cleaned by him. They want the mop, the soap, and the bucket so that they can clean that mess all by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 But, noooo. . .  Mister I-have-a-fifty-percent-raise didn’t care about his old office. He didn’t want to look back, because he want to go forward. And forward he march and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 A good employee leave knowledge behind and eventhough he leave a mess, he promised he can be contacted after office hour for a while. It’s not because he have to do it, but because it’s nice to still befriend your old colleague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 So, personally I still think it’s an obligation to leave a good impression to your old company. But, that’s just me. I could be wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-7333378619071171843?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/7333378619071171843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-about-money-defecthic-11-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/7333378619071171843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/7333378619071171843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-about-money-defecthic-11-7.html' title='All about Money (Pseuwisdom 9:1-7)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-9172966421039529361</id><published>2007-10-26T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T04:49:03.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XY'/><title type='text'>Meaning I Love U (XY 3:1-7)</title><content type='html'>1 There are a lot of guys out there that are describe the Gary Cooper type by Tony Soprano. You know the strong, silent  type. They rarely express their feelings or use words to explain what's inside. But, no need to accuse them as robots. Because if they ever said this, well they meant that they loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 The food tastes good. Yup, if somebody said that the food that you served is good, means that he loves you who provides this delicious food for him. It makes more powerful sentiment if your cooking is bad, but he still say it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Do you need any money? When someone said that means he is willing to give you money as a result of his hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Nice game. No matter if you win or lose, when someone said that he enjoy your company and your competitiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Lock the house. This is a nice example. When you go to bed, someone reminds you to lock the house and recheck it. He doesn't want anything happen to you when you're asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Have you already eaten? If not, let me cook you something or give you something. Mothers usually do this, and the kids obediently said that her cooking tastes good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 So there you have it. Anyone has any phrase to add?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-9172966421039529361?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/9172966421039529361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/10/meaning-i-love-u-xy-41-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/9172966421039529361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/9172966421039529361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/10/meaning-i-love-u-xy-41-7.html' title='Meaning I Love U (XY 3:1-7)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-4679613015296972146</id><published>2007-10-20T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T02:14:58.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zentech'/><title type='text'>One New Message (zentech 7:1-5)</title><content type='html'>1 There's no problem with some telecommunication provider occasionally, eventhough more often than I expected, an ads regarding their services and promotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 But, yes, there's some lonely people that bugged with this unfriendly sms. Especially when they expects some long waited news, like new born baby or who graduate and who didn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Solution, yes, make this more friendly. One provider even takes this steps a little more with calling their costumers using this recording to say that there's a discount call during ramadan. I hanged up before they can explain further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Now, don't be bothered with that sms promo because they can do you no harm. You can always delete it immediately, but don't let you tick this as negative point from one of the provider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 It's like controlled spam, really. Don't be bothered by it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-4679613015296972146?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/4679613015296972146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-new-message-zentech-71-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/4679613015296972146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/4679613015296972146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-new-message-zentech-71-5.html' title='One New Message (zentech 7:1-5)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-6619694301370095036</id><published>2007-10-17T01:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T04:19:32.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrealife'/><title type='text'>Hi Doctor (Surrealife 3:1-5)</title><content type='html'>1 Yesterday, my sister told me that she finished her co-assistant in a hospital. Good for her. I really admire those smart and hard working medical student and I even more proud that my sister is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Today, I stumble upon this &lt;a href="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/276540-Poster594x420mm_Eng.jpg"&gt;map&lt;/a&gt; slash chart regarding how many people does one single doctor served as per region and country in the world. My country indonesia said that one doctor served 7700 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Well, not all of them sick of course, and when you see the rest of the map, there's country that are far worse than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Thank you, my dear sister. Thank you all the young doctor out there. We definitely going to need you and we're going to make you rich :D If one people get sick a year and they have to pay at least 200000. Well, that's a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 For others, don't get sick or there'll be a hell of queue line in the waiting room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-6619694301370095036?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/6619694301370095036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/10/hi-doctor-hardfact-11-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/6619694301370095036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/6619694301370095036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/10/hi-doctor-hardfact-11-5.html' title='Hi Doctor (Surrealife 3:1-5)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-8972570378899409600</id><published>2007-10-09T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T18:30:34.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prosesong'/><title type='text'>Hey There Delilah (prosesong 5:1-8)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="253" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_m-BjrxmgI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_m-BjrxmgI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="253" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 A cool song by Plain White T's. It tells a story about a girl named Delilah. The tune is catchy and it's easy listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Hey there Delilah, what's it like in New York City? I'm a thousand miles away but, girl, tonight you look so pretty. Yes, you do. Times Square can't shine as bright as you. I swear it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Hey there Delilah, don't you worry about the distance. I'm right there if you get lonely and give this song another listen. Close your eyes and listen to my voice as it's my disguise. I'm by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Hey there Delilah, I know times are getting hard, but, just believe me, girl that someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar. We'll have it good and we'll have the life we knew we would. My word is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Hey there Delilah, I've got so much left to say and if every simple song I wrote to you would take your breath away, I'd write it all and you'd fall in love with me even more. We'd have it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 A thousand miles seems pretty far, but they've got planes and trains and cars, eventhough I'd walk to you if I had no other way. Our friends would all make fun of us and we'll just laugh along because we know that none of them have felt this way. Delilah, I can promise you that by the time we get through the world will never ever be the same and you're to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Hey there Delilah, you be good and don't you miss me because two more years and you'll be done with school. I'll be making history like I do and you'll know it's all because of you. We can do whatever we want to, here's to you, this ones for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Oh it's what you do to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-8972570378899409600?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/8972570378899409600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-there-delilah-prosesong-51-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/8972570378899409600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/8972570378899409600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-there-delilah-prosesong-51-8.html' title='Hey There Delilah (prosesong 5:1-8)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-7412505457795388026</id><published>2007-10-09T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T23:36:32.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XY'/><title type='text'>My Darling (XY 2:1-3)</title><content type='html'>1 Excerpt from a &lt;a href="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/mydarling.jpg"&gt;cartoon&lt;/a&gt;, and somewhat sweet at some level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 So I saw this girl at a party the other night and she was really really cute, and so I started wondering if she was someone who hated small talk, and didn't hang out in bars, and wasn't interested in playing games, dan maybe we could fall in love right then and there, and maybe she would always hold my hand in public, and always smell good, and not complain that I don't make much money, and tell me I'm good-looking, and make me feel like I'm the only guy in the world and find it endearing instead of annoying that I like rotary telephones, and make me feel like I'm going places, and not to be a vegetarian, but have a moral opposition to veal, and not look aroung the room all the time when we're out at a restaurant, and never stay mad at me for too long, and make the coffee at least 50% of the time, and bonk my brains out with great regularity, and tell me I look cool when I drive, and never answer her cellphone when we're hanging out, and not talk about her ex-boyfriends all that often, and write me silly notes sometimes, and say I'm dark and mysterious even after you've known me for a while, and tell me I could be a model for a best-selling dildo, and give me backrubs on occasion, and not get mad at me when I call her when I'm drunk and not get scared if I get really attached, and not consider it a wasted day if we never get out of bed, and have a pair of those knee-high leather boots somewhere in her closed and not get mad that I never remember the rules for poker, and make everything all better when I hava a crappy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 So then I tried talking to her but it was awkward for some reason so I went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-7412505457795388026?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/7412505457795388026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-darling-xy-21-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/7412505457795388026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/7412505457795388026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-darling-xy-21-3.html' title='My Darling (XY 2:1-3)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-5865105676640053303</id><published>2007-10-07T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T02:03:07.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zentech'/><title type='text'>Beware of this Supermarket Tricks (Zentech 6:1-7)</title><content type='html'>1 When does the last time you went to supermarket and instead buying five items that's on your groceries list from home, you buy twenty items that you don't need? Don't be discouraged if you have done this. Because supermarkets are evil, they have &lt;a href="http://www.thatsfit.com/2007/09/19/5-ways-supermarkets-trick-you-into-shopping-their-way/"&gt;these tricks&lt;/a&gt; to fool you. Learn this and you don't have to be fooled again. They have the technology to make you buy more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Eye candy. Tempting impulse items aren't just located by the cash register. Many stores put the candy/sweets aisle directly opposite the cereal aisle so a must-have (cereal) easily leads to a must-avoid (candy). No wonder I don't get any slimmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 End-caps People often assume that because something is featured and stacked up at the end of the aisle that it must be on sale or new or on some other kind of special. Stay away from the end of the aisle, my advise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Shelf shuffles. Supermarkets often rearrange the order and location of basic items in a blatant effort to keep customers looking longer and spending more time in the store shopping. Tips : go to smaller markets because they have limited items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Cozy spots to relax. By incorporating comfortable places to relax like cafes and coffee shops grocery stores make it easy for you to make shopping almost an all-morning or all-afternoon event. The more time you spend the more you're going to buy. That's why sometimes when you finished the shopping, you have this small bakery or coffee shop that you can relax for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Tantalizing smells. Stores often position the bakery or deli near the entrance so the first thing you smell and think of when you walk in is freshly baked sweets and rotisserie chicken. I must admit that sometimes my nose is my weakness. No wonder I'm sucker for this tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Be careful the next time you go to supermarket. Stick to the grocery list!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-5865105676640053303?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/5865105676640053303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/09/beware-of-this-supermarket-tricks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/5865105676640053303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/5865105676640053303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/09/beware-of-this-supermarket-tricks.html' title='Beware of this Supermarket Tricks (Zentech 6:1-7)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-4833254730620512585</id><published>2007-10-01T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T02:13:15.735-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zentech'/><title type='text'>Twirl Girl (zentech 5:1-5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/twirlgirl.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/twirlgirl.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Does this girl move clockwise or counterclockwise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 According to me, if you see this girl moving clockwise, your right brain is more dominant, you're more artistic/intuitive person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 If you see girl moving counterclockwise, your left brain is more dominant, you're more logic/reason person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 I see this picture more clockwise and I can see her moving counterclockwise but it takes a lot of brain power from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Compare it with &lt;a href="http://www.web-us.com/brain/LRBrain.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; test. I'm 15 right and 3 left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-4833254730620512585?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/4833254730620512585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/10/twirl-girl-zentech-51-5.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/4833254730620512585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/4833254730620512585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/10/twirl-girl-zentech-51-5.html' title='Twirl Girl (zentech 5:1-5)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-7081903251559840626</id><published>2007-09-26T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T00:41:36.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pseuwisdom'/><title type='text'>Simplify your life (pseuwisdom 8:1-12)</title><content type='html'>1 I always thought my life is a bit crowded with people and things. I want to make it more simple. I read &lt;a href="http://zenhabits.net/2007/09/simple-living-simplified-10-things-you-can-do-today-to-simplify-your-life/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; in zenhabit about how to simplify my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Make a short list (4 or 5 item) about things that's important to me. It straightens my priorities and make room for that things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Drop one commitment. People have a lot of commitment in his life whether he like it or not or whether he realized it or not. Juggling through commitment is much more difficult than just drop one of the commitments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Purge a drawer. This is what I like the most. Throwing things that you don't like is enjoyable. You never realize that most of your stuff is trash and you'll never use it ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Simplify your to-do list. Everyday, I seems have a lot of stuff to do. Shorten my to-do list by finding items that can be eliminated, delegated, automated, outsourced, or ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Free up time. Just do one of this things. Wake earlier, watch less TV, eat lunch at your desk, take a walk for lunch, disconnect from the Internet, do email only once today, shut off your phones, do 1 less thing each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Clean your desk. It's very much like purge a drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Clear out your email inbox. This I already done for quite sometime. It's nice to see an empty email inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Move slower.  Be more deliberate. Be present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Set limits. Limit everything that you do and stick to it. Don't give in to your gluttony and want it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Single-task. Stick to one task and  remove all distractions, resist any urge to check email or do some other habitual task like that while you’re doing the task at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Eventhough I'm not going to become a master in a day. I will try to practice it right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-7081903251559840626?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/7081903251559840626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/09/simplify-your-life-pseuwisdom-81-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/7081903251559840626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/7081903251559840626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/09/simplify-your-life-pseuwisdom-81-12.html' title='Simplify your life (pseuwisdom 8:1-12)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-3652656666764531378</id><published>2007-09-25T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T19:59:54.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pseuwisdom'/><title type='text'>Criticism (pseuwisdom 7:1-9)</title><content type='html'>1 I don't like being criticised but, it is a fact of life. I don't have a proper way to deal with criticism but found this nice &lt;a href="http://www.lifehack.org/articles/lifestyle/7-effective-ways-to-deal-with-criticism.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; from lifehack.org about dealing with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 First, ones should asked himself, "What Can I Learn from Criticism?" because most criticism is probably based, at least in part, on some truth. Through criticism we have the opportunity to learn and improve from their suggestions. Yep, sometimes it's hard to do this because I refuse to learn anything from criticism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Respond to the suggestions not the tone of the criticism. Or even the people that said that criticism. We need to separate the criticism from the style of criticism. Bitter pill is healthier that a sweet candy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Value criticism. The problems is that quite often, we only value praise. When people speak kind words we feel happy. I know that very well. With criticism, you can always reply, like you could do this better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Don't take it personally. It is a mistake to identify ourselves with anything material in this world. Yeah, like tyler durden said, "you're not your job. You're not your wallet, etc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Ignore False Criticism. Sometimes we are criticised with no justification. By remaining silent we maintain a dignity that others will come to respect. Eat that you all, false critics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Don't Respond Immediately. It is best to wait a little before responding. I'm not very spontaneous anyway, so this one is easy to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Smiling, even a false smile, can helps us to relax more. This is what I'm so good at. But, smile can sometimes mean you don't serious to accept the criticism. But, smile anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Oh yeah, before I forgot. Happy birthday, my little sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-3652656666764531378?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/3652656666764531378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/09/criticism-pseuwisdom-71-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/3652656666764531378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/3652656666764531378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/09/criticism-pseuwisdom-71-8.html' title='Criticism (pseuwisdom 7:1-9)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-4906970681786213137</id><published>2007-09-06T17:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T23:33:04.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pseuwisdom'/><title type='text'>Designing Your Life (Pseuwisdom 6:1-9)</title><content type='html'>1 Let's say you had a blank day staring at you. You didn't have to work. You could do anything at all (although money is still a limiting factor). What would your perfect day be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 That question was read few weeks ago in &lt;a href="http://zenhabits.net/"&gt;zen habits&lt;/a&gt; and I have to design what my life would be. there are few hints to help me design. Here are some of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 What's important? My love life. My family. My writing. And the fact that I'm still alive until now because of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 What is your passion? My passion is reading and writing stories. That what I love the most. Eventhough a lot of gruelling distraction prohibit that, my true passion is still writing and reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Design your day. Start with a blank slate, and design your perfect day. Incorporate the short list of 4-5 most important things above, to ensure that you are spending your day doing what's most important to you. Also include time spent working at your passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Figure out how to get there. Well, it will take money. A lot and lot of money. Well, not really. Since I already can call my love, and my family and I still find sometime writing in the afternoon if I'm not lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Start making some changes immediately. This is the hard part. I don't say that I'm lazy or anything, but I distracted easily. I don't know why I'm a little bit ADD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Start making long-term changes now. I'm making that. It's painful to see that you can't reap it right away. But, be patient and it will end with a good result&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Keep the end in mind. Print out your perfect day, and keep that in mind as you begin to make changes. I will do exactly that. Thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-4906970681786213137?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/4906970681786213137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/09/designing-your-life-pseuwisdom-61-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/4906970681786213137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/4906970681786213137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/09/designing-your-life-pseuwisdom-61-9.html' title='Designing Your Life (Pseuwisdom 6:1-9)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-5908432931779653419</id><published>2007-09-03T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T04:08:38.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AuthentReel'/><title type='text'>What happened to Spider-Pig (Authentreel 3:1-7)</title><content type='html'>1 One unanswered question from The Simpsons' Movie is what happened to the Spider-Pig aka Harry Plopper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 I search the google and found several links. Below some of creative answers :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Someone ate him during starvation in the Springfield. Mmm, bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 It got sucked to the center of the earth along with the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 He found a way out of the dome and live happily in a farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 He become a circus attraction nicknamed "Spider-Pig"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 But, maybe the correct answer is in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/He_Loves_to_Fly_and_He_D%27oh%27s"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-5908432931779653419?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/5908432931779653419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-happened-to-spider-pig-realreel-31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/5908432931779653419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/5908432931779653419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-happened-to-spider-pig-realreel-31.html' title='What happened to Spider-Pig (Authentreel 3:1-7)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-2158071025907688276</id><published>2007-08-30T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T01:10:35.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zentech'/><title type='text'>Mouse is all around (Zentech 4:1-7)</title><content type='html'>1 I feel it in my finger, I feel it in my toes. Well, not exactly, but I sure can see it with my eyes. Last night, in Djakarta Theater, something funny happened on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 No, it's not because it's a comedy. But, because on the screen there's a tiny pointer (compare to the screen size of course) similar to the pointer in Windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 And after that, things get worse. The screen shifted a little and voila, the windows taskbar is shown at the bottom. yeah, it's a windows taskbar ladies and gentleman. And that's one gigantic start menu I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 So what, you said? Well, it's one thing to see ur taskbar on your pc, but on public screen like that? They usually can hide it very well. It's something that we always say, "uuu...cool. How did they put that on screen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 One more example that I've encountered several month ago. I was at the ATM booth, and suddenly the power went down. It was pitch black for thirty second and suddenly the electricity kicked in again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 The ATM is reboot and guess what, yup it's the famous Windows flag that shows on the screen, before the main ATM application started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 But, the incident in the movie and the ATM booth just a sign that computer is everywhere. It's just a matter of several year away before your toaster will say, "Please insert the second toast and Click OK."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-2158071025907688276?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/2158071025907688276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/08/mouse-is-all-around-zentech-41-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/2158071025907688276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/2158071025907688276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/08/mouse-is-all-around-zentech-41-7.html' title='Mouse is all around (Zentech 4:1-7)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-2727968839896414012</id><published>2007-08-23T20:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T04:15:37.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pseuwisdom'/><title type='text'>Highly Effective Brains (pseuwisdom 5:1-9)</title><content type='html'>1 Found a nice &lt;a href="http://www.sharpbrains.com/blog/2007/08/22/10-habits-of-highly-effective-brains/"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; regarding the ten habits of highly effective brain. And I wondered how many habit that my brain has until now. I marked 7 out of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Habit number four. Practice positive, future-oriented thoughts until they become your default mindset and you look forward to every new day in a constructive way. I always look forward on how tomorrow will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Habit number five. Thrive on Learning and Mental Challenges. This is a definitely yes. I've just learn how to solve a Rubic Cube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Habit number six. Aim high. That's what i am and what i want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Habit number seven. Explore, travel. Adapting to new locations forces you to pay more attention to your environment. Not doing so much of this, because of the work. But, still try to keep awareness on the surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Habit number eight. Don't Outsource Your Brain. Yeah, who wants to do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Habit number nine. Develop and maintain stimulating friendships. Also, trying to slurp all the information that they have for my benefit. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Habit number ten. Laugh. Often. Especially to cognitively complex humor, full of twists and surprises. I always like Jay Leno, and Jon Stewart but not Tukul Arwana. Come on, TA. Your jokes can be more complicated than "I'll be back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 As for number one, two, three, I will try to practise it to make it a habit. Especially number three. How many habits does your brain have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-2727968839896414012?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/2727968839896414012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/08/highly-effective-brains-pseuwisdom-51-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/2727968839896414012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/2727968839896414012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/08/highly-effective-brains-pseuwisdom-51-9.html' title='Highly Effective Brains (pseuwisdom 5:1-9)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-2698759121680099200</id><published>2007-08-15T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T04:09:01.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AuthentReel'/><title type='text'>In 2-D (Authentreel 2:1-7)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OL50ddCSJmo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OL50ddCSJmo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 I should write this review several weeks ago, but I didn't find the mood or time to write it. But, one of my friend asked me about that movie and I answered him that the movie is . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 HILARIOUS! CRAZY! LOVABLE! It's a classic The Simpsons' episode where Homer screwed up like always and now, he's almost endangered the whole Springfield. Watch the spoilers below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 The story opened with a Green Day concert in the middle of a polluted lake. Green Day drowned and the city official declared that the lake is not safe. A drop of toxic waste to that lake and it will spell disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Well, guess what Homer do? Yup, he put a rocket silo to the lake that full of his pet pig waste (and some of his). President Arnold Schwarzenegger decided that Springfield must be isolated with a giant dome before it become national tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 The whole city is angry with The Simpsons, and  they decided to run (they found a sort of quicksand portal in the sand box) and managed to get away to Alaska. The Government decided to eliminate Springfield from the map, and it's up to The Simpsons to go back and save their home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 In the end, all is well. Homer managed to fix his screwups. Marge still love him. Bart see his father with more respect. Lisa got a new boyfriend. And Maggie said her first word, which is "Sequel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 This movie is one of the reason why all America and maybe the world, loves the Simpsons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-2698759121680099200?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/2698759121680099200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-2-d-realreel-21-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/2698759121680099200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/2698759121680099200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-2-d-realreel-21-7.html' title='In 2-D (Authentreel 2:1-7)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-1723676080913700738</id><published>2007-08-13T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T02:45:18.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pseuwisdom'/><title type='text'>Ennui (pseuwisdom 4:1-10)</title><content type='html'>1 The most tempting situation that man ever face is when he is in the state of ennui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 It's when he doesn't even progress in anything that he do, or even worse he goes backward on progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 That's what happened to me this several weeks, just drifting away from my goal, my progress and my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Why I even do that? I don't know. Maybe because there's several simple pleasure in my life right now that I won't sacrifice for my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Results? My focus is disoriented. My weight is gaining. And my work is abysmal. But I'm somewhat happy because of my simple things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 I'm wondering how to bounce back again toward my goal again and I read &lt;a href="http://www.lifehack.org/articles/lifehack/has-your-fire-burned-low.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; from lifehack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Several point that I like from this post is especially that taught me that I should take time out to refocus and find a way to renew a sense of purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Think about what used to bring you energy and pleasure. What happened to it? How can you bring it back? Many people lose focus on what truly matters to them, because they’re wrapped up in what seems more pressing—like working to get ahead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Actions — however successful — that feel meaningless will never be satisfying. It’s most likely that your sense of continual boredom and emptiness comes from suspecting that nothing you do has much real value in the long-term."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 I feel better already after I finished this post. Anyone that have experienced this ennui and want to share their tips as well?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-1723676080913700738?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/1723676080913700738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/08/ennui-pseuwisdom-41-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/1723676080913700738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/1723676080913700738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/08/ennui-pseuwisdom-41-10.html' title='Ennui (pseuwisdom 4:1-10)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-1924395089323314827</id><published>2007-07-27T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T04:15:02.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratidea'/><title type='text'>Second Step (Gratidea 5:1-5)</title><content type='html'>1 Some of the best motion picture that i wrote in this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 A funny tale about pronunciation in &lt;a href="http://menangoscar.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-fair-lady-1964.html"&gt;My Fair Lady.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 How a family tries to live normal life after tragedy in &lt;a href="http://menangoscar.blogspot.com/2007/07/ordinary-people-1980.html"&gt;Ordinary People.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Black and white romantic comedy in &lt;a href="http://menangoscar.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-happened-one-night-1934.html"&gt;It Happened One Night.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 A vengeful and envied man trying to destroy another man's talent in &lt;a href="http://menangoscar.blogspot.com/2007/07/amadeus-1984.html"&gt;Amadeus.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-1924395089323314827?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/1924395089323314827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/second-step-bestmoview-21-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/1924395089323314827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/1924395089323314827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/second-step-bestmoview-21-5.html' title='Second Step (Gratidea 5:1-5)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-5239676931302056207</id><published>2007-07-26T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T20:12:24.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XY'/><title type='text'>Nine words (XY 1:1-11)</title><content type='html'>1 Got this from bulletin in friendster from&lt;a href="http://walkofcredo.blogspot.com"&gt; credo&lt;/a&gt;. It's called nine word from women's vocabulary. There's a sense of truth in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Fine : This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Five Minutes : If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Nothing : This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Go Ahead : This is a dare, not permission. DON'T DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Loud Sigh : This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back for the meaning of "nothing")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 That's Okay : This is one of the most dangerous statements a woman can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Thanks : A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Whatever : Is a woman's way of saying F@!K YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Don't worry about it, I got it : Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Now, I hope you get a glimpse of how to understanding woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-5239676931302056207?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/5239676931302056207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/nine-words-xy-11-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/5239676931302056207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/5239676931302056207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/nine-words-xy-11-11.html' title='Nine words (XY 1:1-11)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-3961507912219176537</id><published>2007-07-26T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T01:43:24.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pseuwisdom'/><title type='text'>People Pleaser Not (pseuwisdom 2 : 1 -12)</title><content type='html'>1 Sometimes I always think myself as people pleaser. I do that to avoid conflict (a lot) and sometimes because if i don't do what people told me to do, i have to explain my behaviour to them. I'm not a great self-explanatory person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 I have this great tips from &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Stop-Being-a-People-Pleaser"&gt;wikihow&lt;/a&gt;, but i  think there's a missing step that all the people pleaser must take which is not to avoid conflict. My mom and dad are both javanese and sometimes when i was a kid, we are tried to please other people feeling. But, i discover something about myself using steps from wikihow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 The first one is to think of five times when you did or said something that did not truly reflect your wants and needs, in order to please someone else. Well, i can think about five times i do what i don't want, but sometimes it's for greater goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Look at your fears. You might be afraid that no one will like you. I think this is not my case. I don't afraid no one will like me. But, i'm sometimes afraid that no one will notice me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Examine your ability to set limits on others. I'm a very tolerant person. Maybe that why i tends to please people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Consider the source. Many people pleasers were raised in environments wherein their needs and feelings were pushed aside/not considered. Definitely not me. I always care for my needs, and sometimes maybe to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Stop basing your self-worth on how much you do for other people. Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Learn how to say "no." Don't make up excuses - give your reasons for not wanting something. This is the most hard to do because it should provide a reason (read: a sensible reason)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Ask for what you want. Already done that. A lot of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Do something for yourself. Ah, i'm a self proclaimed narcissus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Compromise. While it's not good to be a pushover, it's no better to be a manipulative bully or a reckless rebel. Don't become totally selfish. Yeah, definitely still need to learn on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 So, i think i'm fifty-fifty. On some occasion, i am a people pleaser and on some other cases, i can be quite selfish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-3961507912219176537?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/3961507912219176537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/people-pleaser-not-pseuwisdom-2-1-12.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/3961507912219176537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/3961507912219176537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/people-pleaser-not-pseuwisdom-2-1-12.html' title='People Pleaser Not (pseuwisdom 2 : 1 -12)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-791155596843158148</id><published>2007-07-24T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T04:11:50.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratidea'/><title type='text'>Dolphin Conversation (Gratidea 4 : 1 - 6)</title><content type='html'>1 They say we're the smartest mammal in the world. So what? - &lt;a href="http://emotionallydisabled.blogs.friendster.com/elf/2007/07/20070701.html"&gt;01.07.2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 When we will see human jump into ring like this? When north pole melts. - &lt;a href="http://emotionallydisabled.blogs.friendster.com/elf/2007/07/20070628.html"&gt;28.06.2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 How long have you done this? Four years, more or less. - &lt;a href="http://emotionallydisabled.blogs.friendster.com/elf/2007/06/20070623.html"&gt;23.06.2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Good bye earth and thank you for the fish. - &lt;a href="http://emotionallydisabled.blogs.friendster.com/elf/2007/06/20070606.html"&gt;06.06.2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 And now, they will jump the ring of fire that only looks dangerous. - &lt;a href="http://emotionallydisabled.blogs.friendster.com/elf/2007/07/20070625.html"&gt;25.06.2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Do you know what's the world record for dolphin swirling ring like this?  - &lt;a href="http://emotionallydisabled.blogs.friendster.com/elf/2007/07/20070626.html"&gt;26.06.2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-791155596843158148?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/791155596843158148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/dolphin-conversation-1011words-1-1-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/791155596843158148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/791155596843158148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/dolphin-conversation-1011words-1-1-6.html' title='Dolphin Conversation (Gratidea 4 : 1 - 6)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-4287800777977255017</id><published>2007-07-24T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T04:19:53.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrealife'/><title type='text'>Biology Olympics (Surrealife 2:1-5)</title><content type='html'>1 From &lt;a href="http://www.antara.co.id/arc/2007/7/24/tim-indonesia-raih-emas-di-ibo-2007/"&gt;Antara News&lt;/a&gt;, Indonesia won one gold, one silver and one bronze on International Biology Olympiad (IBO) at Saskatoon, Sakatchewan, Kanada, on 15 - 22 Juli 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Yeah, nevermind the weird city name. We won something and should be proud of it. At least, when sport is a little bit beyond our reach, at least some of our people's brain can still win against other smart people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Stephanie Senna won gold, she is 13th from total 192 participants. Prayudi Utomo won silver and Roswitha Muntiyarso won bronze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Yeah, it's not going to be widely published on paper. Maybe on page 7 and 8, but it's still very precious. Indonesia football team maybe almost got through from the group stage, but those three people, they are at the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Speaking of which, Saudi and Korean reached the semifinal. That's mean our Garuda team is defeated by one of the four best team in Asia. Ten points for our Team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-4287800777977255017?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/4287800777977255017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/biology-olympics-proudtobe-11-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/4287800777977255017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/4287800777977255017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/biology-olympics-proudtobe-11-5.html' title='Biology Olympics (Surrealife 2:1-5)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-3586281647293513123</id><published>2007-07-23T22:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T04:13:00.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zentech'/><title type='text'>Tripping the Babel (Zentech 3:1-8)</title><content type='html'>1 Sometimes language can be a barrier for us to understand the information that we have already acquired. We search something in Google and somehow the information come in Russian language for Russian people, but for almost the rest of us, it's like intergalatic language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 But, internet understand us, as always. Now, eventhough we still cannot understand the language, at least we have a free interpreter to translate the information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 The pioneer that i know of is &lt;a href="http://babelfish.yahoo.com/"&gt;Babelfish&lt;/a&gt;. Based on a novel from The Hitchhiker Guide to the Galaxy, it is a useful device that allowed various alien races to communicate while speaking different languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Same thing with this site. We type keyword and found the translation (s). And then, we type that word in the search engine. You can double or maybe triple your sources if the phrase that you looking for has a translation in any other language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 The other way to use babelfish, is by type the information in English on any search engine and then translate the website using this site. Yes, my friend it can translate a whole site if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Sure, some guessing is also necessary, but at least we already ventured to uncharted territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Google have some sort of babelfish. &lt;a href="http://translate.google.com/translate_t"&gt;This site&lt;/a&gt; is also complete with dictionary and a built in search engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Still, don't put your dictionary and audio tape in the drawer. You may still need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-3586281647293513123?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/3586281647293513123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/tripping-babel-zentech-21-8.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/3586281647293513123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/3586281647293513123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/tripping-babel-zentech-21-8.html' title='Tripping the Babel (Zentech 3:1-8)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-7014250067038012528</id><published>2007-07-23T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T21:33:47.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prosesong'/><title type='text'>Hey Eugene (prosesong 4:1-4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9vf4X6WKPtk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9vf4X6WKPtk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 First time, i met this song is because part of the lyrics is my friend YM's status. I looked it up on google and found this clip. The artist is &lt;a href="http://www.pinkmartini.com/"&gt;Pink Martini&lt;/a&gt; dan below is not the &lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/hey-eugene-lyrics-pink-martini.html"&gt;actual lyrics&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Hey, Eugene. Do you remember me? I'm that chick you danced with. We danced two times through the Rufus album. It's friday night and we at that party on Avenue "A". Your skinhead friend passed out for several hours on the bathroom floor. You told me that you weren't that drunk. You also said that I was your favorite Salsa dancer which you had ever come across in New York city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Hey Eugene. After that, we kissed once we lugged your friend into the elevator. We went to write my number on a soggy paper towel. The car went down and when we were finished making out, we noticed that your skinhead friend was gone. Long gone. You looked into my bloodshot eyes and asked whether it is too soon if you call me Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 "Eugene," I said, "Hello. Are you there, Eugene? Does any of this ring a bell, Eugene?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-7014250067038012528?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/7014250067038012528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-eugene-prosesong-41-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/7014250067038012528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/7014250067038012528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-eugene-prosesong-41-4.html' title='Hey Eugene (prosesong 4:1-4)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-8361187255909030793</id><published>2007-07-23T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T04:14:33.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratidea'/><title type='text'>1011 Words (Gratidea 3:1-5)</title><content type='html'>1 I got the idea from &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;postsecret&lt;/a&gt; and when i see a collection of snapshot that i take on my everyday life, i try to imitate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 The 1011 words is means that 1 picture and 11 words. Because a picture said a thousand words or so they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Do you know that 1011 is eleven in binary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 It's not very popular, based on few comments that it received. But i'm trying. 1011 words is my blog in friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Find 1011 words &lt;a href="http://emotionallydisabled.blogs.friendster.com/elf/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-8361187255909030793?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/8361187255909030793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/1011-words-gratidea-11-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/8361187255909030793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/8361187255909030793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/1011-words-gratidea-11-5.html' title='1011 Words (Gratidea 3:1-5)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-3615389851255640435</id><published>2007-07-20T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T04:21:36.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratidea'/><title type='text'>In The Beginning (Gratidea 2:1-12)</title><content type='html'>1 One of my simple dreams is to see all of the previous academy awards winner for Best Motion Picture, and write a &lt;a href="http://www.winosc.co.nr/"&gt;short review&lt;/a&gt; about that selected movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 This is my current statistics. FYI, there's 79 movies that I should watch to fullfil my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 There are 54 movies that i've seen from the beginning 1928. Since i only started this so-called-project, I only had a chance to write 7 reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 I've seen the best motion picture from 1984 until now (23 movies). Next on the list is Terms of Endearment (1983). Anyone have a VCD that i can borrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Below is some of the review that i've written. Sorry, it's using Indonesian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 A suburban dark comedy in &lt;a href="http://menangoscar.blogspot.com/2007/05/american-beauty-1999.html"&gt;American Beauty&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Jack Nicholson in &lt;a href="http://menangoscar.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-flew-over-cuckoos-nest-1975.html"&gt;One Flew Over a Cuckoo's Nest&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Jazz-era criminal court musical drama in &lt;a href="http://menangoscar.blogspot.com/2007/07/chicago-2002.html"&gt;Chicago&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Everything regarding the employee of Margo Channing in &lt;a href="http://menangoscar.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-about-eve-1950.html"&gt;All About Eve&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Two Paris Olympic sprinter in &lt;a href="http://menangoscar.blogspot.com/2007/07/chariots-of-fire-1981.html"&gt;Chariots of Fire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 John Nash Autobiography in &lt;a href="http://menangoscar.blogspot.com/2007/07/beautiful-mind-2001.html"&gt;A Beautiful Mind&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 A white man converts to Sioux tribe in&lt;a href="http://menangoscar.blogspot.com/2007/07/dances-with-wolves-1990.html"&gt; Dances With Wolves&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-3615389851255640435?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/3615389851255640435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-beginning-bestmoview-11-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/3615389851255640435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/3615389851255640435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-beginning-bestmoview-11-12.html' title='In The Beginning (Gratidea 2:1-12)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-3539531864258642353</id><published>2007-07-15T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T04:15:50.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratidea'/><title type='text'>Menang Oscar (Gratidea 1:1-8)</title><content type='html'>1 I love movies, really and like i already stated in my &lt;a href="http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-beginning-bestmoview-11-12.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, i have &lt;a href="http://www.winosc.co.nr/"&gt;a site&lt;/a&gt; that contains of review of the movie that i already watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 This project is already in my mind for quite sometime. I almost give it up because i didn't have time but then i say what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 And i'm sorry for being lazy :) Some of this review i translate and read from wikipedia and the quotation is from imdb. Nevertheless, i already watched all of the movie that i write the review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 My current statistic regarding Oscar Movies is below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 I've already watched 55 movies, and already written 26 review of them on the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 The rest (24 movies), i haven't watched yet, but i'm planning to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 My longest streak is from 1984 - Amadeus to 2006 - The Departed. The second longest streak is from 1967 - In the Heat of The Night to 1982 - Gandhi. I'm desperately looking for Terms of Endearment to complete the streak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-3539531864258642353?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/3539531864258642353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/menang-oscar-gratidea-21-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/3539531864258642353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/3539531864258642353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/menang-oscar-gratidea-21-8.html' title='Menang Oscar (Gratidea 1:1-8)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-3062017277701054906</id><published>2007-07-15T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T04:12:24.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prosesong'/><title type='text'>Mad World (Prosesong 3:1-4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iiHZ73LskaM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iiHZ73LskaM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 First hear this song in one of the episode on CSI, but when I found out that this is also played in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0246578/"&gt;Donnie Darko&lt;/a&gt;, I more in love with this song. It's made by &lt;a href="http://www.garyjules.com/"&gt;Gary Jules&lt;/a&gt; and below is not the &lt;a href="http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/donniedarko/madworld.htm"&gt;actual lyrics&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 All around me are familiar faces and worn out places. They are bright and early for their daily races, but they are going nowhere. Their tears are filling up their glasses and they sit with no expression. I hide my head and I want to drown my sorrow because it seems that there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Children waiting for the day they feel good when people say, "Happy birthday." They are made to feel the way that every child should and they sit and listen. I went to school and I was very nervous because no one knew me. I said, "Hello teacher, tell me what's my lesson?" and he looks right through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 And I find it kinda funny and find it kinda sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had. I find it hard to tell you and find it hard to take. When people run in circles, it's a very very mad world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-3062017277701054906?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/3062017277701054906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/mad-world-prosesong-11-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/3062017277701054906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/3062017277701054906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/mad-world-prosesong-11-4.html' title='Mad World (Prosesong 3:1-4)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-7339245559966069408</id><published>2007-07-10T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T04:20:18.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrealife'/><title type='text'>This is Our Home (Surrealife 1:1-11)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xqMIHyxwwvc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xqMIHyxwwvc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Yesterday, Budi Sudarsono and Bambang Pamungkas make Indonesian people forgot all their troubles in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Indonesia vs Bahrain is the first match on Group D. Almost all Indonesia people are pessimistic that their national team will get a point in this group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Why? Because the two other teams are South Korea and Saudi Arabia. Bahrain almost got through to last World Cup Finals if not for Dwight Yorke and his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 But yesterday, Garuda Team fought bravely. This is our Home! That's the slogan. Don't let anyone embarrassed you in your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 After under pressure for the first ten minutes, Indonesia got the first breakthrough on the 14th minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Firman Utina scooped the ball past the Bahrain defender...Budi Sudarsono is not offside....Budi keeps his cool and pass the goalie...Budi Sudarsono shoot! GOOOAAALLL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 And after that, incident after incident that make Indonesia like being cursed. Mahyadi Panggabean injured, the skipper Ponaryo Astaman injured. And Bahrain gets a scrappy goal to make the score equal until half time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Seventeen minutes after the restart, Gelora Bung Karno erupt with Indonesian supporter celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Elly pass to Budi..Budi gives the ball to Firman...Firman shoot...The goalie saved and the ball rebound against the post...Who the first to reach the ball? It's Bambang PAMUNGKAS! GOOOALLL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Indonesia hold it for ninety minutes. Bahrain keep attacking and hit the top post once, but we are defending our ground until the final whistle blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 This is the first time after quite sometime, that I'm proud to be Indonesian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-7339245559966069408?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/7339245559966069408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-our-home-sporthrill-11-11.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/7339245559966069408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/7339245559966069408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-our-home-sporthrill-11-11.html' title='This is Our Home (Surrealife 1:1-11)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-811930618639156146</id><published>2007-07-09T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T18:13:05.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pseuwisdom'/><title type='text'>Asylum (Pseuwisdom 2 : 1-11)</title><content type='html'>1 There's a story by Kahlil Gibran when he meet a man in the asylum and asked what the man is doing here. He asked that because the man seems well educated and behaved nicely. Here's the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 My Father wants me to be a lawyer like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 My Uncle hopes I follow his examples by having a large emporium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 My Mother want to carve me so I would look like her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 My Sister want her husband to set an good example before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 My Brother tried to train me to become a soldier like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Same thing in school, with all the teachers acted like they are the best example in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Nobody sees me as I am, a man. Everybody sees me as a reflection of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Here, in the asylum, I could be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Sometimes we are what people think we are. If we behave differently that they predicted, they will think that we disregard their rules. Or maybe better, they think that we are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 So asked yourself everyday. Is this really Me? Is this really what I want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-811930618639156146?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/811930618639156146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/asylum-pseuwisdom-2-1-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/811930618639156146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/811930618639156146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/asylum-pseuwisdom-2-1-11.html' title='Asylum (Pseuwisdom 2 : 1-11)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-1641770127803386740</id><published>2007-07-06T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T04:43:45.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prosesong'/><title type='text'>How To Save A Life (Prosesong 2:1-5 )</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKxnJ5iyC-w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKxnJ5iyC-w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 I heard this song for the first time in an MTV 5 things you need to know about &lt;a href="http://www.thefray.net/site.html"&gt;the fray&lt;/a&gt;, and the video clip is so touching. Notice that below is not &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/fray_the_lyrics_4598/how_to_save_a_life_lyrics_14947/how_to_save_a_life_lyrics_173571.html" title="brighterdiscontent" target="_blank"&gt;the actual lyrics&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Step one, you say, "We need to talk." And when he walks, you say, "Sit down. It's just a talk." He smiles politely back at you and you stare politely right on through. There's some sort of window to your right, as he goes left and you stay right. Between the lines of fear and blame, you begin to wonder why you came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Let him know that you know best cause after all you do know best. You try to slip past his defense without granting innocence. You lay down a list of what is wrong. A List of things you've told him all along. And then, you pray to God he hears you. And pray to God he hears you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 As he begins to raise his voice, you lower yours and grant him one last choice. Drive until you lose the road or break with the ones you've followed. He will do one of two things. He will admit to everything or he'll say he's just not the same. And then you'll begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend somewhere along in the bitterness. And I would have stayed up with you all night, had I known how to save a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-1641770127803386740?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/1641770127803386740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-to-save-life-prosesong-21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/1641770127803386740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/1641770127803386740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-to-save-life-prosesong-21.html' title='How To Save A Life (Prosesong 2:1-5 )'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-4618289060153432513</id><published>2007-07-03T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T17:23:49.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zentech'/><title type='text'>Hearts (Zentech 2:1-10)</title><content type='html'>1 I come not, friend, to steal away your hearts -Julius Caesar, Act III, scene ii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 For those who clicked the Help &gt;&gt; quote...  on Microsoft Hearts will be familiar with that quote and its default player Bob, Michelle, and Pauline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 All advanced player who played those three default players will also know, that's quite easy to shooting the moon and sometimes feel a conspiracy between Bob, Michelle and Pauline to take you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 The conspirasy like, giving you the Queen of Spades where you short on spades, or they can steal just one heart when you're this close to shooting the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 But, in the end, if you're any good, you still can beat those player at their own game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 The more you played and the easier you can to shooting the moon, you may step up the difficulties. My friend suggested to me that trying to be number 2, is more difficult than it seems. Or trying to play the fewest rounds (easy, you shooting the moon four time (perfect games), or you shooting the moon three times and make one player go over 22 in the next round) or trying to play as many round as you can before someone is busted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 You can change those default player's names to match your own enemy so you can at least defeat them mercilessly on the game of Hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Real life sometimes like a big conspiracy against you. You're on your own against the world. But, actually this is how real life tested you in order to reach your dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 You do have a dream, don't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-4618289060153432513?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/4618289060153432513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/hearts-zentech-21-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/4618289060153432513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/4618289060153432513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/07/hearts-zentech-21-10.html' title='Hearts (Zentech 2:1-10)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-3700553705681931579</id><published>2007-06-30T20:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T04:09:16.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AuthentReel'/><title type='text'>Impossible is Everything (Authentreel 1:1-7)</title><content type='html'>1 It’s overheard on a theater, “There’s no way those tripod will destroy just because virus. This movie is impossible.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Now, she didn’t say that there’s no way that the earth can be attacked by some tripod that raised from the earth and shoot laser beam to kill people or there’s no way that the only car that run in that movie belonged to tom cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 So, why would she mind watching virus killed that mighty tripod. It’s certainly not impossible. God-like director can do whatever he/she like with his/her movie. If the director almighty want to kill that tripod with holy water, it’s certainly possible. In the end, it’s just movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 We, who watched the movie maybe disappointed after see a ridiculous scene that defies logic, but honestly even the so-called based on true story movie is not so true after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Where’s the logic line? Can we accept that the earth being attacked by thousands of alien saucers, but cannot believe that the alien shield can be weakened by a simple computer virus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 I guess it’s all come down to the audiences. They can comment anything they want, as long as they pay. The critics that a movie sucks so bad, or the praises that a movie is  “a masterpiece” are come from different people and different views. They weren’t correct 100 percent and they weren’t wrong 100 percent as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Finally, i strongly ill-advised you to read less and see more movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-3700553705681931579?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/3700553705681931579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/06/impossible-is-everything-realreel-11-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/3700553705681931579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/3700553705681931579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/06/impossible-is-everything-realreel-11-7.html' title='Impossible is Everything (Authentreel 1:1-7)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-4190982854860846772</id><published>2007-06-30T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T20:54:01.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pseuwisdom'/><title type='text'>The Broken Fence (Pseuwisdom 1:1-7)</title><content type='html'>1 One day, a sheep found a hole in the fence and crept throughout that hole. Soon, she’s surrounded by wolves and totally frightened. But, the shepherd found her just in time and return her to her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 It’s a usual story, right? You’ve heard it many times before. But, what i like the most is the last sentence that follows that passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 And eventhough, the villagers persuaded the shepherd to fix the fence, the shepherd ignored them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 I always keep this story close to my heart, every time i see through a fence. Yes, the world offers a lot of things to satisfy your pleasure. And Yes sometimes you pushed your way through the hole in the fence just to see what’s out there. But, eventually in the end, The Good Shepherd always carried us back to the safe haven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 The fence is still there. He doesn’t want to fix the hole. Does he let the sheep gone astray? No, he just simply giving them a choice. Stay here and be saved or ELSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Even when we choose “else”, He still looking for us. He leaves the other sheeps to find us and bring us back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Now, say it together with me. Isn’t God great?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-4190982854860846772?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/4190982854860846772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/06/broken-fence-pseuwisdom-11-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/4190982854860846772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/4190982854860846772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/06/broken-fence-pseuwisdom-11-7.html' title='The Broken Fence (Pseuwisdom 1:1-7)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-780828458496416853</id><published>2007-06-30T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T20:52:48.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prosesong'/><title type='text'>Brighter Discontent (Prosesong 1:1-8)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tQonwiyakqY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tQonwiyakqY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 I heard this song for the first time in nip/tuck season finale, and it was love at first tone.  It was sung by &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thesubmarinesmusic" title="Thesubmarines" target="_blank"&gt;the submarines&lt;/a&gt;. Notice that below is not &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsdrive.com/lyrics/the-submarines/669845/brighter-discontent/" title="brighterdiscontent" target="_blank"&gt;the actual lyrics&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2 I’ve got a brand new roof above my head, and all the empty boxes thrown away. You know, I rearranged the place like a hundred times today. But, the ordering of objects couldn’t hide what’s missing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3 I got myself a bottle of red wine and a night of nothing else to do. I think I might know&lt;br /&gt;what I really want. But is a brighter discontent the best that I could hope to find?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4 I got a big black television set and I can watch just what I want now. But I’m here staring up at pictures on the wall where you are still stuck inside them all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5 I got a desk and I’ll write myself a note. I was pretending that it came from you. I write it on hotel stationary from the time we first met. It’s whatever I can do cause I won’t throw my hands up yet.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6 &lt;strong&gt;All these things should make me happy to be alone again &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7 But love is not these belongings that surround you, though there’s meaning in the memories they hold. A breaking heart in an empty apartment was the loudest sound I never heard.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8 Well, I’ll be fine if I dont look around me now, because it’s too much for what’s gone. If only I can wait here just a little while and let time pass in my room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-780828458496416853?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/780828458496416853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/06/brighter-discontent-prosesong-11-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/780828458496416853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/780828458496416853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/06/brighter-discontent-prosesong-11-8.html' title='Brighter Discontent (Prosesong 1:1-8)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228177720409208425.post-4241206670427068754</id><published>2007-06-30T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T21:30:37.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zentech'/><title type='text'>Mis-autocorrect (Zentech 1:1-10)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 when i go to a restaurant this evening, i noticed something on the menu. It’s a drink that i ordered eventually. The simple drink that, according to the restaurant, named “Es The Manis”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2 Sir, you’ve been mis-autocorrected.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3 For those who didn’t understand the first verse, here’s the explanation. The correct menu should be “Es Teh Manis” meaning “Sweet Ice Tea”, but thanks to Microsoft Office Words Autocorrect option, “teh” become “the”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4 So the menu now meant that “Manis” is nickname for “Es”. You know, like Larry the Incredibles, or Jack The Ripper. Can you imagine a new superhero named “Es The Manis”? Or a serial killer named “Es The Manis” ?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5 Es The Manis is there as a sign of your stupidity. You did not spellcheck before you printed the menu. You didn’t exclude ‘teh’ as ‘the’ in autocorrect tabs on Microsoft Office Words. How? Tools &gt; Autocorrect Option &gt; Find the word teh on the list of words &gt; Delete the entry.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6 Another example of mis-autocorrected is when you try to write the word “cuma” that means “only”. Words always capitalize the first alphabet of the word cuma so you can only write "hanya.” When you search on the internet, you will find out that Cuma is "Friday" in Turkish so it's getting capitalized.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7 You unclick the Tools &gt; Autocorrect Option &gt; Capitalize Names of Day and you can write cuma correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;8 In our life, we mis-autocorrected people, situation, work, and very much everything. Sometimes, we have this “sets of words” about how our life supposed to be, how our friends supposed to react and how our surrounding must behave according to our “sets of words” &lt;p&gt;9 We often said to our friend, “You’re ‘teh’ and you’re supposed to be ‘the’. Don’t argue. Just correct it.” We rejected opportunities because  it’s a ‘teh’ situation and not ‘the’ situation. Predefined sets became more important then to find what’s right.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10 By the end of the day, many of us failed to realize what’s right.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11 Just delete your autocorrect entries. For your sake.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1228177720409208425-4241206670427068754?l=kokoism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/feeds/4241206670427068754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/06/mis-autocorrect-zentech-11-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/4241206670427068754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1228177720409208425/posts/default/4241206670427068754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kokoism.blogspot.com/2007/06/mis-autocorrect-zentech-11-10.html' title='Mis-autocorrect (Zentech 1:1-10)'/><author><name>akokow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb23/alkem1s/BlogPass.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
