aLL 'BouT 'Fe-Ar'

I found this story in a friend's blog. She pasted it from some other posts, I don't know. It's so inspiring, you have to spend your several minutes to read it.

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.

My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband.... The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.

A CHRIST-CENTERED MARRIAGE IS A MARRIAGE THAT IS SURE TO LAST A LIFETIME.

So then, they are no longer two but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let not man separate. Matthew 19:6

No more comment. Digest and absorb it well. Love your love until death do both of you apart.

U're the best I've ever had
~FeN~

Really, I feel like I am going to cry when I listen to this song... In fact, I am going to cry because of the one who sang it...

Ya, a six-year-old girl with fabulous voice...

I was always shiver every single time I click the 'play' button...

Her voice is very clear and innocent...
Amazing...
You can listen to her voice by clicking the 'play' button on the gadget at your right hand side

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true

Some day I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemondrops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can't I?
Some day I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemondrops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?

And, somewhere over the rainbow...
I am sure I will find my happiness...

U're the best I've ever had
~FeN~

Aku ingin mencintaimu dengan sederhana
Seperti kata yang tak sempat diucapkan kayu kepada api yang menjadikannya abu

Aku ingin mencintaimu dengan sederhana
Seperti isyarat yang tak sempat diucapkan awan kepada hujan yang menjadikannya tiada


Sungguh
Setiap kali aku baca puisi ini
Aku ingin jatuh cinta

Aku ingin jatuh cinta
Seperti apa yang dirasakan kayu
Ketika api mengubahnya menjadi abu

Aku ingin jatuh cinta
Seperti apa yang dikorbankan awan
Ketika hujan mengubahnya menjadi tetesan-tetesan air

Aku ingin jatuh cinta
Secara sederhana

Walau ia bukanlah siapa-siapa
Hanya api maupun hujan

Aku ingin jatuh cinta

Aku ingin mencintaimu dengan sederhana
Seperti kata yang tak sempat diucapkan kayu kepada api yang menjadikannya abu

U're the best I've ever had
~FeN~

The rain has just stopped and the cloudy sky has been changed with a soft and gentle sunshine... Ya, there must be sunshine after the rain... There will be happiness after happiness... There will be achievement after pain... There will be smile after tears... There will be a happy ending story after a bitter life path...

Like Ibu Kartini said, "Habis gelap terbitlah terang", so there will be 'hikmah' in every step and every slip we made...

Ya, today is Hari Kartini for Indonesia... Actually, to be honest, I totally forgot that today is Hari Kartini before Agung told me through MSN conversation... I even thought Agung was stressed out posting the lyrics of 'Ibu Kita Kartini' in his MSN personal message... But, the truth is I am the one who is stressed out... Haha, maybe it's all about exam so that I became rather 'lemot' these days...

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According to Wikipedia...

Biography

Kartini was born into an aristocratic Javanese family in a time when Java was still part of the Dutch colony, the Dutch East Indies. Kartini's father, Raden Mas Sosroningrat, became RegencyJepara, and her mother was Raden Mas' first wife, but not the most important one. At this time, polygamy was a common practice among the nobility.

Kartini's father, RMAA Sosroningrat, was originally the district chief of Mayong. Her mother was MA Ngasirah, the daughter of Kyai Haji Madirono, a teacher of religion in Teluwakur, Jepara, and Nyai Haji Siti Aminah. At that time, colonial regulations specified that a Regency Chief must marry a member of the nobility and because MA Ngasirah was not of sufficiently high nobility^[1], her father married a second time to Raden Ajeng Woerjan (Moerjam), a direct descendant of the Raja of Madura. After this second marriage, Kartini's father was elevated to Regency Chief of Jepara, replacing his second wife's own father, RAA Tjitrowikromo.

Kartini was the fifth child and eldest daughter in a family of eleven, including half siblings. She was born into a family with a strong intellectual tradition. Her grandfather, Pangeran Ario Tjondronegoro IV, became a Regency Chief at the age of 25 while Kartini's older brother Sosrokartono was an accomplished linguist.

Kartini's family allowed her to attend school until she was 12 years old. Here, among other subjects, she learnt to speak fluent Dutch, an unusual accomplishment for Javanese women at the time^[2]. After she turned 12 she was 'secluded' at home, a common practice among Javanese nobility, to prepare young girls for their marriage. During seclusion girls were was not allowed to leave their parents' house until they were married, at which point authority over them was transferred to their husbands. Kartini's father was more lenient than some during his daughter's seclusion, giving her such privileges as embroidery lessons and occasional appearances in public for special events.

During her seclusion, Kartini continued to educate herself on her own. Because Kartini could speak Dutch, she acquired several Dutch pen friends. One of them, a girl by the name of Rosa Abendanon, became her very close friend. Books, newspapers and European magazines fed Kartini's interest in European feminist thinking, and fostered the desire to improve the conditions of indigenous women, who at that time had a very low social status.

Kartini's omnivorous reading included the Semarang newspaper De locomotief, edited by Pieter Brooshooft, as well as leestrommel, a set of magazines circulated by bookshops to subscribers. She also read cultural and scientific magazines as well as the Dutch women's magazine De Hollandsche Lelie, to which she began to send contributions which were published. From her letters, it was clear that Kartini read everything with a great deal of attention and thoughtfulness. The books she had read before she was 20 included Max Havelaar and Love Letters by Multatuli. She also read De Stille Kracht (The Hidden Force) by Louis Couperus, the works of Frederik van Eeden, Augusta de Witt, the Romantic-Feminist author Mrs Goekoop de-Jong Van Beek and an anti-war novel by Berta von Suttner, Die Waffen Nieder! (Lay Down Your Arms!). All were in Dutch.

Kartini's concerns were not just in the area of the emancipation of women, but also the problems of her society. Kartini saw that the struggle for women to obtain their freedom, autonomy and legal equality was just part of a wider movement.

Kartini's parents arranged her marriage to Raden Adipati Joyodiningrat, the Regency Chief of Rembang, who already had three wives. She was married on the 12 November 1903. This was against Kartini's wishes, but she acquiesced to appease her ailing father. Her husband understood Kartini's aims and allowed her to establish a school for women in the east porch of the Rembang Regency Office complex. Kartini's only son was born on September 13, 1904. A few days later on September 17, 1904, Kartini died at the age of 25. She was buried in Bulu Village, Rembang.

Inspired by Kartini's example, the Van Deventer family established the Kartini Foundation which built schools for women, 'Kartini's Schools' in Semarang in 1912, followed by other women's schools in Surabaya, Yogyakarta, Malang, Madiun, Cirebon and other areas.

In 1964, President Sukarno declared Kartini's birth date, 21 April, as 'Kartini Day' - an Indonesian National Holiday. This decision has been criticised. It has been proposed that Kartini's Day should be celebrated in conjunction with Indonesian Mothers Day, on 22 December so that the choice of Kartini as a national heroine would not overshadow other women who, unlike Kartini, took up arms to oppose the colonisers.

In contrast, those who recognise the significance of Kartini argue that not only was she a feminist who elevated the status of women in Indonesia, she was also a nationalist figure, with new ideas who struggled on behalf of her people, including her in the national struggle for independence.

Letters

After Kartini died, Mr JH Abendanon, the Minister for Culture, Religion and Industry in the East Indies, collected and published the letters that Kartini had sent to her friends in Europe. The book was titled Door Duisternis tot Licht (Out of Dark Comes Light) and was published in 1911. It went through five editions, with some additional letters included in the final edition, and was translated into English by Agnes L. Symmers and published under the title Letters of a Javanese Princess.

The publication of Kartini's letters, written by a native Javanese woman, attracted great interest in the Netherlands and Kartini's ideas began to change the way the Dutch viewed native women in Java. Her ideas also provided inspiration for prominent figures in the fight for Independence.

There are some grounds for doubting the veracity of Kartini's letters. There are allegations that Abendanon made up Kartini's letters. These suspicions arose because Kartini's book was published at a time when the Dutch Colonial Government were implementing 'Ethical Policies' in the Dutch East Indies, and Abendanon was one of the most prominent supporters of this policy. The current whereabouts of the vast majority of Kartini's letters is unknown. According to the late Sulastin Sutrisno, the Dutch Government has been unable to track down JH Abendanon's descendants.

Ideas

Condition of Indonesian women

In her letters, Kartini wrote about her views of the social conditions prevailing at that time, particularly the condition of native Indonesian women. The majority of her letters protest the tendency of Javanese Culture to impose obstacles for the development of women. She wanted women to have the freedom to learn and study. Kartini wrote of her ideas and ambitions, including Zelf-ontwikkeling, Zelf-onderricht, Zelf-vertrouwen, Zelf-werkzaamheid and Solidariteit. These ideas were all based on Religieusiteit, Wijsheid en Schoonheid, that is, belief in God, wisdom, and beauty, along with Humanitarianisme (humanitarianism) and Nationalisme (nationalism).

Kartini's letters also expressed her hopes for support from overseas. In her correspondence with Estell "Stella" Zeehandelaar, Kartini expressed her desire to be like a European youth. She depicted the sufferings of Javanese women fettered by tradition, unable to study, secluded, and who must be prepared to participate in polygamous marriages with men they don't know.

Religion

Kartini also expressed criticisms about religion. She questioned why the Quran must be memorised and recited without an obligation to actually understand it. She also expressed the view that the world would be more peaceful if there was no religion to provide reasons for disagreements, discord and offence. She wrote "Religion must guard us against committing sins, but more often, sins are committed in the name of religion"

Kartini also raised questions with the way in which religion provided a justification for men to pursue polygamy. For Kartini, the suffering of Javanese women reached a pinnacle when the world was reduced to the walls of their houses and they were prepared for a polygamous marriage.

Further studies and teaching

Kartini loved her father deeply although it is clear that her deep affection for him became yet another obstacle to the realisation of her ambitions. He was sufficiently progressive to allow his daughters schooling until the age of 12 but at that point the door to further schooling was firmly closed. In his letters, her father also expressed his affection for Kartini. Eventually, he gave permission for Kartini to study to become a teacher in Batavia (now Jakarta), although previously he had prevented her from continuing her studies in the Netherlands or entering medical school in Batavia.

Kartini's desire to continue her studies in Europe was also expressed in her letters. Several of her pen friends worked on her behalf to support Kartini in this endeavour. And when finally Kartini's ambition was thwarted, many of her friends expressed their disappointment. In the end her plans to study in the Netherlands were transmuted into plans to journey to Batavia on the advice of Mrs Abendanon that this would be best for Kartini and her younger sister, Rukmini.

Nevertheless, in 1903 at the age of 24, her plans to study to become a teacher in Batavia came to nothing. In a letter to Mrs Abendanon, Kartini wrote that the plan had been abandoned because she was going to be married... "In short, I no longer desire to take advantage of this opportunity, because I am to be married..". This was despite the fact that for its part, the Dutch Education Department had finally given permission for Kartini and Rukmini to study in Batavia.

As the wedding approached, Kartini's attitude towards Javanese traditional customs began to change. She became more tolerant. She began to feel that her marriage would bring good fortune for her ambition to develop a school for native women. In her letters, Kartini mentioned that not only did her esteemed husband support her desire to develop the woodcarving industry in Jepara and the school for native women, but she also mentioned that she was going to write a book. Sadly, this ambition was unrealised as a result of her premature death in 1904 at the age of 25.

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I am quite amazed that when I googled 'Raden Ajeng kartini', I got a lot of things... And also, it's cool that Wikipedia provides that much information about Ibu Kartini... That means that Ibu Kartini is known internationally, right?

Ya, she was a great woman...
No doubt that everyone adores her...

when I was a little girl in elementary school, still wearing white-red uniform, I thought that I wanted to be like Ibu Kartini...
And now, I still think that I want to be a strong woman...^^

Yup...
Happy birthday, Ibu Kartini...

Tomorrow I have 2 papers for exam...
Phew...
I have to go back to my Material Science...

But...
Let's sing a song first...

Ibu kita Kartini, putri sejati (Our Ibu Kartini, a real princess)
Putri Indonesia, harum namanya (An Indonesian princess, her name is fragrant)
Ibu kita Kartini, pendekar bangsa (Our Ibu Kartini, the nation’s warrior)
Pendekar kaumnya untuk merdeka (Her gender’s warrior for independence)
Wahai ibu kita Kartini, putri yang mulia (Oh our Ibu Kartini, the glorious princess)
Sungguh besar cita-citanya, bagi Indonesia (How enormous her dream for Indonesia)

U're the best I've ever had
~FeN~

I am very touched reading this story... Got an e-mail, I almost deleted it before opening and reading the content... But after I read it, I decided to 'forward' it...

2 Choices

What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its
dedicated staff, he offered a question:
'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.
Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do.
He cannot understand things as other children do.
Where is the natural order of things in my son?'

The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'

Then he told the following story:

Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball.
Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?'
I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play.
The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning.
I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'

Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt.
I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart.
The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.
In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.
Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the
plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.
The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.
The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over.
The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.
Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.
Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!
Run to first!'
Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.
He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.
By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball ... the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.
He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.
Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.

All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'

Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
Shay, run to third!'

As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'
Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team

'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.

Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE TO THIS STORY:
We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate.
The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.

If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference.
We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural order of things.'
So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:
Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?

A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.

You now have two choices:
1. Delete
2. Forward

Waaah... It seems like the rainy week has gone and I hope it went bringing all my depression and sadness and stress and tears and anger and my anything bad... A new week has started and I feel more energetic... Hahaha, dunno why, but I think my brain and my heart are trying to synchronize themselves to create a good rhythm for my interesting (although I haven't totally realized) life... I hope this spirit will not go down and down and lead me to a 'suram' life again...

Indodinner and Scrabble Open has gone... The other thing to do now is GL photo taking session, Exam Wishes packaging and Palembang Gathering... Ya, ya, ya... I know exam is coming, but I think one day to sacrifice is never mind la... But, but, one day for photo taking plus one day for packaging plus one day for gathering equal three days... Noooo, will I have time to study? Since I was (now I'm trying NOT to be) very lazy this semester... Yosh, have to work hard I think...^^

I got two interesting stories to share... Actually, I feel better also because of these stories... The first one was from Wahyu Benardo Fanthony, my fellow member of Palzzzntu07... And the second was from Assoc. Prof Lim Siow Yong...

The first story...

Saya pernah membaca artikel menarik tentang teknik berburu monyet di hutan-hutan Afrika. Caranya begitu unik. Sebab, teknik itu memungkinkan si pemburu menangkap monyet dalam keadaan hidup-hidup tanpa cedera sedikitpun. Maklum, ordernya memang begitu. Sebab, monyet-monyet itu akan digunakan sebagai hewan percobaan atau binatang sirkus di Amerika.
Cara menangkapnya sederhana saja. Sang pemburu hanya menggunakan toples berleher panjang dan sempit. Toples itu diisi kacang yang telah diberi aroma. Tujuannya,agar mengundang monyet-monyet datang. Setelah diisi kacang, toples-toples itu ditanam dalam tanah dengan menyisakan mulut toples dibiarkan tanpa tutup.
Para pemburu melakukannya di sore hari. Besoknya, mereka tingal meringkus monyet-monyet yang tangannya terjebak di dalam botol tak bisa dikeluarkan. Kok, bisa ? Tentu kita sudah tahu jawabnya.
Monyet-monyet itu tertarik pada aroma yang keluar dari setiap toples. Mereka mengamati lalu memasukkan tangan untuk mengambil kacang-kacang yang ada di dalam. Tapi karena menggenggam kacang, monyet-monyet itu tidak bisa menarik keluar tangannya. Selama mempertahankan kacang-kacang itu, selama itu pula mereka terjebak. Toples itu terlalu berat untuk diangkat. Jadi, monyet-monyet itu tidak akan dapat pergi ke mana-mana !
Mungkin kita akan tertawa melihat tingkah bodoh monyet-monyet itu. Tapi, tanpa sadar sebenamya kita mungkin sedang menertawakan diri sendiri. Ya, kadang kita bersikap seperti monyet-monyet itu. Kita mengenggam erat setiap permasalahan yang kita miliki layaknya monyet mengenggam kacang.
Kita sering mendendam, tak mudah memberi maaf, tak mudah melepaskan maaf. Mulut mungkin berkata ikhlas, tapi bara amarah masih ada di dalam dada. Kita tak pernah bisa melepasnya.
Bahkan, kita bertindak begitu bodoh, membawa "toples-toples" itu ke mana pun kita pergi. Dengan beban berat itu, kita berusaha untuk terus berjalan. Tanpa sadar, kita sebenamya sedang terperangkap penyakit hati yang akut.
Teman, sebenarnya monyet-monyet itu bisa selamat jika mau membuka genggaman tangannya.
Dan, kita pun akan selamat dari penyakit hati jika sebelum tidur kita mau melepas semua "rasa tidak enak" terhadap siapapun yang berinteraksi dengan kita.
Dengan begitu kita akan mendapati hari esok begitu cerah dan menghadapinya dengan senyum. Dan, kita pun tahu surga itu diperuntukkan bagi orang-orang yang hatinya bersih.
Jadi, kenapa tetap kita genggam juga perasan tidak enak itu?

After reading this story, I feel like the one who was being talked is me... I keep all my problems (my anger, my sadness, my jealousy) and try to achieve another thing... It's impossible, right? Ya... Really, it's impossible... I have to unhold one thing to get another (read: happiness). I have to release all my negative aura and be another new person... Ya, I have to release all my anger to others and also to myself... I should not blame myself for everything minus I have... I also have to be more cheerful... Yup, yup... I'm trying to be a better girl... Keep trying and praying...

The second story...

The happiest people in the world are not those who have no problems,but those who learn to live with things that are less than perfect."
A group of graduates, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life. Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the coffee.
When all the students had a cup of coffee, the professor said: "If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the simple and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases, it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups... Then you began eyeing each other's cups.
Now consider this:
- Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups.
- They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of Life we live.
- Sometimes, by concentrating on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee
God has provided us. Enjoy your coffee!."
The happiest people don't have the best of everything..
They just make the best of everything.
1. Live simply.
2. Love generously.
3. Care deeply.
4. Speak kindly.
5. Leave the rest to God.
You are the miracle, my friend;
Your life either shines a light OR casts a shadow!
Shine a light & Enjoy the Coffee!!!

And about this story, I can comment nothing... As I said before, I am a jealous and perfectionist person... So, ya, this story is really for me to do a thorough and deep reflection...

Hmm...
I must keep my spirit...
Change myself...
And be a good girl for everyone...
For the world...
For my mom and dad...

U're the best I've ever had
~FeN~

You Should Be a Song Writer

You have the ability to evoke emotion, tell a story, and hook someone... In a very small amount of words, perhaps with some deft rhyming. Even if you can't write music, you can sure write compelling lyrics. Lyrics so good, people will have them stuck in their heads!

Your Power Color Is Indigo

At Your Highest: You are on a fast track to success - and others believe in you. At Your Lowest: You require a lot of attention and praise. In Love: You see people as how you want them to be, not as how they are. How You're Attractive: You're dramatic flair makes others see you as mysterious and romantic. Your Eternal Question: "Does This Work Into My Future Plans?"

You Are Cheesecake

Rich, sweet, and simply perfect. You're not boring - you're just the best!

What Febrina Aryani Means

You are loving, compassionate, and ruled by your feelings. You are able to be a foundation for other people... but you still know how to have fun. Sometimes your emotions weigh you down, but you generally feel free from them. You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone. You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together. At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together. You are full of energy. You are spirited and boisterous. You are bold and daring. You are willing to do some pretty outrageous things. Your high energy sometimes gets you in trouble. You can have a pretty bad temper at times. You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something. You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense. You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun. You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing. You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long. You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start. You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people. You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts. You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals. You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality. You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in. You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising. You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.

You Are 51% Jealous

You're a fairly jealous person, but it's nothing to beat yourself up about. A little jealousy is perfectly normal, though sometimes you take it a little far. Recognize when jealousy is taking over your life, and try to hold back your impulses. You'll be a better (and happier) person for it!

You Should Get a MFA (Masters of Fine Arts)

You're a blooming artistic talent, even if you aren't quite convinced. You'd make an incredible artist, photographer, or film maker.

You are a Brainy Girl!

Whether you're an official student or a casual learner, you enjoy hitting the books. You know a little bit about everything, and you're always dying to know more. For a guy to win your heart, he's got to share some of your intellectual interests. A awesome book collection of his own doesn't hurt either!

You Should Rule Jupiter

Huge and hot, Jupiter is a quickly turning planet with short days and intense gravity. You are perfect to rule Jupiter, because you are both dominant and kind. You have great strength and confidence, but you never abuse your power. You are always right. Even if you make mistakes, you compensate for them... before anyone knows it. Headstrong and ambitious, you always have a goal in mind. You are optimistic and believe thing things will always work out.

You Are A Gold Girl

You're dependable and hard working. You never miss a deadline - and you're never late. You have a clear sense of right and wrong. You're very detail oriented. You get frustrated when your friends are sloppy - or when they don't follow through. You're on top of things, and you wish that everyone else was!

Setelah browsing-browsing ga jelas di internet pagi ini (Diiringi hujan yang menentramkan tentunya...), seya ngerjain suatu personality test... Dan inilah hasilnya...

You are a BUILDER/explorer

You are popular, trustworthy and dependable. People like you for many reasons; but among them you tend to be stable, loyal and caring and you have a wonderful knack for common sense.

You are a guardian. Your relationships with friends, kin and colleagues are important to you. So you spend time and energy developing and defending these social networks.

You are a good executive and manager. People almost instinctively feel you can supervise financial, business and social issues effectively. And because you are sensible and factual, you can.

You work hard. You like schedules. You are detail oriented. And you tend to respect traditions. So you bring strength and stability to your social and business environments.

Yet you admire people who are spontaneous and you enjoy new and different ideas and experiences, as long as they are not dangerous. Respectability and appropriateness are important to you. And you are capable of deep, solid friendships.

U're the best I've ever had
~FeN~

Postingan kali ini diforward dari email yang dikirim sama Assoc. prof Lim Siow Yong...

Pretty Cool, take 3 mins from your study and enjoy….

Subject: Stretch your brain



This is not a test - just a phenomenon. All readings are explained.

Read out loud the text inside the triangle below.



More than likely you said, 'A bird in the bush,'! and. .......

if this IS what YOU said, then you failed to see

that the word THE is repeated twice!

Sorry, look again.

(Saya cuma berhasil baca 1 the)



Next, let's play with some words.

What do you see?



In black you can read the word GOOD, in white the word EVIL (inside each black letter is a white letter). It's all very physiological too, because it visualizes the concept that good can't exist without evil (or the absence of good is evil). Now, what do you see?


(Saya ngeliat GOOD)






You may not see it at first, but the white spaces read the word optical, the blue landscape reads the word illusion. Look again! Can you see why this painting is called an optical illusion?

(Saya ngeliat OPTICAL)

What do you see here?







This one is quite tricky!

The word TEACH reflects as LEARN.

(Yang ini keren whaat...)

Last one.

What do you see?



You probably read the word ME in brown, but.......

when you look through ME you will see YOU!

(You are always inside me... Wakakakaa...)

Do you need to look again? Test Your Brain

This is really cool. The second one is amazing so please read all the way though.



ALZHEIMERS' EYE TEST



Count every ' F ' in the following text:



FINISHED FILES ARE THE RE

SULT OF YEARS OF SCIENTI

FIC STUDY COMBINED WITH

THE EXPERIENCE OF YEARS...

(SEE BELOW)



HOW MANY ?

WRONG, THERE ARE 6 -- no joke.

READ IT AGAIN !

Really, go Back and Try to find the 6 F's before you scroll down.



The reasoning behind is further down.

The brain cannot process 'OF'.



Incredible or what? Go back and look again!!

Anyone who counts all 6 'F's' on the first go is a genius.





Three is normal, four is quite rare.

(Yang bikin saya seneng... Saya liat lima... Berarti saya mendekati jenius deh ya... Huahahaha, maksa...)

U're the best I've ever had
~FeN~

Lisa yang bikin nih video... Jadi sedih... Jadi inget masa-masa masih make seragam... Kangen seragam putih ijo neeh... Huhuhu...
Makasih yah, Lisa...
U're the best I've ever had...
~FeN~

As I woke up today, I felt that my heart missed my friends very much... Remembering last night chatting with Lisa n Vivien made me really miss them... Hope I can go home soon n find them still waiting for me...

Now, I remember one message I left in Nugeneration_talk group (my lovely lovely Yahoo group) about one month ago... So, I post it here to make one more everlasting memory...

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Appendix C

As time flows...
I am sure all of us will find our own businesses.. .
But, I hope we can spend a little of our time to check our inbox...
Read the messages...
Then reply...

I find a lot of pleasure in my heart when I read every message from you in my inbox...
Hope all of you also find the same thing dealing with this matter, friendship.. .

I really feel that I can not find any friends like you all...
You are really special...
Very very special...
That I can not imagine losing you all...

In this occasion...
I want to say thanks alot...
Thanks for everything you have given to me...

Thanks for the laugh...
The tears...
The screams...
The smile...
The anger...
All the good and bad things...

Really thanks...
Although we have had some problems...
I have no regret...

A very big thanks I wanna write everywhere.. .
Especially for the hearts you have given to me...
To Nugen...

I am very proud being a piece of your life...
I am very proud being a part of Nugen...
I am very proud having friends like you...

Speechless now...
Feel like crying...
Miss you so much (that I feel I wanna hug you all)

Nih ada yang lucu...
Dapet dari temen...


New school semester:


At the first week:


At the second week:


Before the mid-term test:


During the mid-term test:


After the mid-term test:


Before the final exam:


Once know the final exam schedule:


7 days before final exam:


6 days before final exam:


5 days before final exam:


4 days before final exam:


3 days before final exam:


2 days before final exam:


1 day before final exam:


A night before final exam:


1 hour before final exam:


During the final exam:


Once walk out from the exam hall:


After the final exam, during the holiday:


HAPPY EXAM...!!! GANBATTE ALL...^^

This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others.

Your Intellectual Type is Visual Mathematician. This means you are gifted at spotting patterns — both in pictures and in numbers. These talents combined with your overall high intelligence make you good at understanding the big picture, which is why people trust your instincts and turn to you for direction — especially in the workplace. And that's just some of what we know about you from your test results.