It was mid 2008 (CMIIW) when Megadeth made their return to Indonesia. To me, it was just a big surprise as I’ve been waiting for this opportunity. My buddy Jipo was the one who told the tour. Don’t think twice, I asked him to book me a ticket (front row for sure). I planned to go there with him since much our friends were not able to join the group.
This is a very expected event. I saw Metallica when I was junior high, and obviously I want to see Megadeth after that. The exciting moment of stage performance were playing as my head started thinking about them. It’s something that I ever wanna do when I was still young.
All of sudden, reality bites. I got sad news that my mother’s closest neighbor was passed away. And the person would be rested in Garut, a city 2.5 hours away south from Bandung. n you know what, the burial is in the same time with Megadeth tour. Who else gonna take my mom there beside me? And even if I forced my self to immediately go to Jakarta after taking my mom to Garut, I wouldn’t be able to see even the last part of the last performance. Clearly I can’t heal my self quickly from the disappointment, but you just gotta do it. My respect to my parents is way lot bigger than watching the tour.
Well, it’s not that I regret taking my mom, but the lesson learned from it at least two: (1) people can only plan and do their best while God who decides and (2) you just have to believe that all the good deeds you make today is actually putting a future good seed for yourself. But, anyhow, people might think differently from my standpoint.
Anyway, enjoy the weekend folks.
Just few nostalgia back in 90s from the legendary Seattle’s PJ
Elderly Woman Behind The Counter in a Small Town
I seem to recognize your face
Haunting, familiar, yet I cant seem to place it
Cannot find the candle of thought to light your name
Lifetimes are catching up with me
All these changes taking place,
I wish Id seen the place
But no ones ever taken me
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away… (2x)
I swear I recognize your breath
Memories like fingerprints are slowly raising
Me you wouldnt recall, for
Im not my former
Its hard when youre stuck upon the shelf
I changed by not changing at all, small town predicts my fate
Perhaps thats what no one wants to see
I just want to scream…hello…
My God its been so long, never dreamed youd return
But now here you are, and here I am
Hearts and thoughts they fade…away…
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away… (2x)
Hearts and thoughts they fade…away…
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away… (3x)
Hearts and thoughts they fade…
1:1 بِسْمِ اللّهِ الرَّحْمـَنِ الرَّحِيم
Bismillāhi r-raḥmāni r-raḥīm
In the name of God, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful:
1:2 الْحَمْدُ للّهِ رَبِّ الْعَالَمِين
Al ḥamdu lillāhi rabbi l-‘ālamīn
All Praise is due to God, Lord of the Universe.
1:3 الرَّحْمـنِ الرَّحِيم
Ar raḥmāni r-raḥīm
The Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.
1:4 مَـالِكِ يَوْمِ الدِّين
Māliki yawmi d-dīn
Sovereign of the Day of Judgment.
1:5 إِيَّاك نَعْبُدُ وإِيَّاكَ نَسْتَعِين
Iyyāka na’budu wa iyyāka nasta’īn
You alone we worship, and You alone we ask for help
1:6 اهدِنَــــا الصِّرَاطَ المُستَقِيمَ
Ihdinā ṣ-ṣirāṭ al mustaqīm
Guide us to the straight path;
1:7 صِرَاطَ الَّذِينَ أَنعَمتَ عَلَيهِمْ غَيرِ المَغضُوبِ عَلَيهِمْ وَلاَ الضَّالِّين
Ṣirāṭ al-laḏīna an’amta ‘alayhim ġayril maġḍūbi ‘alayhim walāḍ ḍāllīn
The path of those on whom You have bestowed your grace, not of those who have earned Your anger, nor of those who go astray.
Quoted from Wikipedia
Truly remarkable, inspiring and a must attend program for both parents and parents wannabe. Extremely recommended. I participated to this event right in the middle long holiday, a time when we, most working people, dream to get lazy and play around with kids – Saturday and Sunday. And so did we actually. Even though my working time is quite flexible (for teaching at university), but I always see Sat & Sun are days where they are supposed to be a day off for working (again, I have to admit, mostly it just doesn’t work that way, cause beside lecturing I do consulting work).
At first, I was not too keen to attend the stuff. I solely pushed my self just because I want to respect my wife’s effort who had booked the place for both of us. I thought that this is just another variant of parenting product like everyone else offered by motivational consultant or EO folks to attract parents who put concern on their children. The program was named PSPA (Program Sekolah Pengasuhan Anak), instructed by seemingly quite young motivater, Ihsan Baihaqi Ibnu Bukhari. The thing costed us about Rp.250.000 each (we got discounted price actually, haha).
But, really, all bless to the almighty God who had lead me to the course, the event was sooo deeply touching my very heart as a dad. All material are so highly motivating, easily understood and really practical based. Sometime we forgot that children are not ours. They are both Allah bless and His mandate for us to look after before returning back to Him in a original condition. But often what we did is actually against His willingness. As a parent, we have to admit that we have lead them to make their life much harder, as opposed to make them be prepared to be a person with integrity, value and preparedness to fight for Him.
Dear bunda, liyana, naila, and sarah the long waited new member in d family, please forgive me for all misdirection I ever gave. I’d try the best to be your better guy.
What a moment!!! three hours less to go before the upcoming new year 2009. I can feel the high time atmosphere in my town time, and so the rest of the world I suppose. In Indonesia, our time is divided into three time zone, each has one hour difference. Indonesia’s eastern part ( Papua, Maluku and I dont know, Kupang maybe?) will celebrate the new year first, followed by Indonesia’ middle part (Bali and part of Kalimantan/Borneo island). And my town, since it’s on the western part along with capital Jakarta , Sumatera island and Riau islands) are the last part who celebrate the changing of the year.
You know, the special thing about this year is that we are celebrating two new years in a quite the same time. For the Muslim, the new year 1430 H (short of Hijriyah) fell on 29 December 2008. So there’s about two (or three?) days difference with the regular 1 Jan 2009. Off course, I believe all people in the globe have made up their resolution for the forthcoming year: to be more successful, to get higher position in their career, to get their better half, to enjoy more prosperous state than before, and so on so forth.
To me, though it’s important to have wishes on those targets (otherwise, your life is so plain right), I see that I have two special target packages for this round: (a) To be a better dad and husband for my family and (b) To goal my ambition to study my PhD. Other things being equal (hey, you can’t control everything anyway), these two goals seem doable and rewarding. Let’s say that it’s a downpayment for a longer investment in the future.
Well, to all of you in the world, I wish u all success, prosperous, and peace for 2009. To my leader of Indonesia, I wish u all healthiness and more durability to fight against corruption.
It’s supposed to be posted 2 years ago…
Where was I that time? oh yeah,at my flat.
It’s 12:30 mm…..the moment in the so so hot of the upcoming summer where everybody choose to spend their time with a sound asleep due to the short night time. I’m the only one who is still awake. So many things left undone and my leaving is getting closer. My flight is two weeks away from now, yet only few boxes have been packed for the shipping. Packing stuff is so irritating. By all means you have to list down all items you want to bring without knowing that it’s gonna be useful for your home back there.
I thought it’s gonna be a quick preparation. But with all items I have been collecting so far in Melbourne, it’s less likely to finish it in a week time. I still even have souvenir that have just bought by my family couple days ago unpacked. Gonna be a rush and messy time now. Well, will catch up next time with another story ukie!!
Just had a look on an article posted in jakartasocial.wordpress.com about Adinda Bakrie, yeah you know who? Unlike any other socialites whose last names are rather unfamiliar to the ears of thousands of people in our nation, Miss Adinda has a last name that even millions of Indonesians are familiar with. Voted as the second most charismatic last name (refer to poll results) – slightly below Soeharto, Bakrie to Indonesians is like de Rothschild to Europeans (combination of quoted wording from the site).
The blog is meant to be a medium for those who are interested in high society living in Jakarta.Such a pity, however,the administrator don’t strive to manage comment there. Apart from critiques over the wedding as an unsympathic helding due to Lapindo disaster,the blog somehow turns into a hater, sarcastic blog with a full of bashing remark posted from many people. I can tell that part of them are the proponent, if not a fans of adinda, and the remainders are the against side of Adinda’s family.
What I feel pity about is that the blog eventually didn’t represent its points which is to be a jakarta community place to see all of the happening around Jakarta. Well, I just hope in the future the adminstrator can filter what’s appropriate and not appropriate as posting.
Anyway, it’s such an awfull day for me coz not even one page I can make today. Three days to go to finish your proposal mate!
Laying on the Bed next to mine at hotel, my friend had been deeply in his dream I suppose. And me? can’t go to bed somehow. Perhaps it’s the uncomfortable feeling that stops me to go bed earlier. Uncomfortable feeling to speak and train in front of many senior managers throughout Jakarta tomorrow. Then coming out of nowhere, this kinda cool wording knocks my head to eventually write down to my blog. Watch it!
Making a NEW AVENUE for REVENUE. Kinda cool and rhymed wording isn’t it?
Well that’s it for tonight. Perhaps forcing my self to sit nearer to the bed would make me easier to sleep comfortably.
Home 10.14pm.Exactly last night, while I was checking final exam for my students, I heard this touching words coming from a movie casted by Eddy Murphy (correct spelling?). No need an hour to think, I realize how precious time for my children when I’m around them.
In one of its part, a son said to Eddy (I’m not sure what his role was, but I suppose he’s playing a father there) after he decided to move to a job that will take him away from his son for a quite long time, “…I would sale all of my toys…..so you (father) don’t have to get money and we could be together.”.
It was one of a touchy word I’ve ever heard. Even though, I’ve heard it somewhere before, but somehow I feel that it shoots right through my heart.
I recall my time that I have for my two angels. It is so little I spare for them, predominately used for my own career and my own time. Children might change everything you dream this moment, but children will turn to something you would dream of when they were grown up, with your passion, care, and love.
Thank you exam and eddy…