I’ll give you guys something about your interview test result on our last meeting this week. Herewith, I give you description about the color you have chosen and the position of your writing name as your characteristics description.
Color:
Green = honest, warm, and comfort
Orange = full color, adventurous, and thoughtful
Purple = calm, mysterious, and hard
Red = sexual, brave, and warm
Yellow = fun, careless, and free
Writing Position:
Left Above = Strict and oblige
Right Above = Irresponsible and free
Middle = Outstanding and communicative
Left Down = Mysterious and unpredictable
Right Down = Guided and respectful
Nice to have you guys in our only 6 meetings…
Go get your dream and always seek perfection in your life.
Your marks can be reviewed next week...Please practice a lot guys.
Thx,
Herazea
Sabtu, 21 Juni 2008
Rabu, 11 Juni 2008
WHITE FLAG vs WHITE FRISIAN FLAG
I don’t like milk
Either to touch silk
Bet me, it’s as sweet as milk
Either as smooth as silk
Wanna drink that?
How?
Wanna touch that?
How?
Hmm, milk and silk
Can I sip the milk from the silk?
Nope, impossible.
May I compensate silk through the milk?
Silly, impossible.
Hmm, milk and silk
So, what can I do with them?
Hmm, milk and silk
I surrender to drink the milk coz I hate its sweet
I surrender to touch the silk coz I can’t afford to buy it
Imagine, a silk flag
Imagine, a milk Frisian Flag
Hmm, milk and silk
At least they have the Flag J (chamber, 06/08)
Either to touch silk
Bet me, it’s as sweet as milk
Either as smooth as silk
Wanna drink that?
How?
Wanna touch that?
How?
Hmm, milk and silk
Can I sip the milk from the silk?
Nope, impossible.
May I compensate silk through the milk?
Silly, impossible.
Hmm, milk and silk
So, what can I do with them?
Hmm, milk and silk
I surrender to drink the milk coz I hate its sweet
I surrender to touch the silk coz I can’t afford to buy it
Imagine, a silk flag
Imagine, a milk Frisian Flag
Hmm, milk and silk
At least they have the Flag J (chamber, 06/08)
MENYOAL GENDER - mengendarai motor
Beberapa menit setiba ku di sarang para lelaki teman motor ku di Bandung, beberapa websites telah aku buka, beberapa halaman chat aku lampaui…tiba-tiba, mereka berkeluh kesah untuk pindah posisi ke sarang hang out kami seperti biasa, Oh Lala.
Tentu berkendaralah kami dengan tunggangan masing-masing. Ada empat tunggangan ketika itu, Supra X 2002, Supra Fit 2000, Revo 2008, dan Tiger 2007. Hanya satu-satunya aku, perempuan, yang menunggangi benda mobile bermesin tunggal itu. Kami bercanda sepanjang jalan, saling mengumbar lelucon kering kerontang yang biasanya menjadi bahan cibiran penunggang kendaraan lainnya.
Si penunggang Tiger tiba-tiba menyeletuk, “woi…ko yang cowo malah rapet kakinya, dan yang cewe malah melebar…hahaha pa ga ketuker?” Keempat penunggang itu pun saling bersahutan ditengah gelapnya jalan sekitar Tempat Peristirahatan Para Binatang di Bandung. Si perempuan penunggang Supra X menyahut, “hehehe….biar imbang aja jalannya khan enak kakinya bisa kemana aja…”, sedang si penunggang Revo membalas sahutan dengan semakin merapatkan kakinya dan berkata, “nih kalo cewe caranya gini naek motor,” seraya menumpangkan kakinya kearah kanan sambil berdadah tangan ala Miss Universe. Tidak mau ketinggalan, sang Penunggang Supra Fit membalas, “ihhh…kalian tuh yah normal aja napa pake motor…” (hahaha seraya meliuk-liukan motornya yang malah menjadi lebih lebay.
Wah malam yang indah, bersama para lelaki berpenuggang itu. it’s free to be me. (Bon Bin - 9/06/08)
Tentu berkendaralah kami dengan tunggangan masing-masing. Ada empat tunggangan ketika itu, Supra X 2002, Supra Fit 2000, Revo 2008, dan Tiger 2007. Hanya satu-satunya aku, perempuan, yang menunggangi benda mobile bermesin tunggal itu. Kami bercanda sepanjang jalan, saling mengumbar lelucon kering kerontang yang biasanya menjadi bahan cibiran penunggang kendaraan lainnya.
Si penunggang Tiger tiba-tiba menyeletuk, “woi…ko yang cowo malah rapet kakinya, dan yang cewe malah melebar…hahaha pa ga ketuker?” Keempat penunggang itu pun saling bersahutan ditengah gelapnya jalan sekitar Tempat Peristirahatan Para Binatang di Bandung. Si perempuan penunggang Supra X menyahut, “hehehe….biar imbang aja jalannya khan enak kakinya bisa kemana aja…”, sedang si penunggang Revo membalas sahutan dengan semakin merapatkan kakinya dan berkata, “nih kalo cewe caranya gini naek motor,” seraya menumpangkan kakinya kearah kanan sambil berdadah tangan ala Miss Universe. Tidak mau ketinggalan, sang Penunggang Supra Fit membalas, “ihhh…kalian tuh yah normal aja napa pake motor…” (hahaha seraya meliuk-liukan motornya yang malah menjadi lebih lebay.
Wah malam yang indah, bersama para lelaki berpenuggang itu. it’s free to be me. (Bon Bin - 9/06/08)
Senin, 09 Juni 2008
MOSLEM.COM
A friend of my four years study, then now continue to be my partner in teaching for almost 2 years, jumping all around the corner of 10x10 m Chamber - our Second Home, office. Not only jumping, but also grieving. Screaming, yelling, worrying, daydreaming, not to say thinking a lot lately, are hers mainly activities after or between the classes.
Started from this remarkable year - she said so, since she found the MOSLEM.COM, a webpage or as it’s called, a yahoo’s matrimonial link-like matchmaker for Moslem around the world. Since her joining the club, seems like the whole of the life is about Yahoo Messenger, MSN, Mozilla Firefox, Opera, Internet Explorer are the things she worries about.
Glad to see her happy, sad to hear her complaints, upset to see her over mad, crazy to see her online business. Our 6 years together is enough to recognize what will happen to her in a few minute after she got sun burn or new message on her GPRS.
MOSLEM .COM makes my friend change - mine too. A veiled oldest girl from Palembang nearly becomes a matchmaker victim, indeed she is now. First, Said aka Jack (I forget), a husband’s wife, a just 3 years Moslem, a New Yorker with no child, a 45 years old guy (Hmmm old…), was her main subject of our Chamber. We almost spent our 12 hours there, full of her Said…America…Passport…Second Wife…Akidah…Jilbab…(I was happy for her, but sad for my ears). The Y.M ended for a month just because there’s a Prince of Dubai, John Who? Aka Said - a divorced man with a daughter and a son plus a best friend, her ex wife, originally from Canada - a son of Mid Asia immigrant. For one month me and my rest un-victimized young co-teachers felt happy, at least she’s not going to be a second wife of that old beardy pale man (ups…only me and Abul who said so, hehe…we care of her, of course. In the right way). But, still 2 children, quite hard for me to understand her. The Dubai Lebay (Abul named it) was so busy, then my beloved friend got frustrated and suddenly made me so, coz she used my laptop (hehehe…ikhlas ko). Y.M - gmail - yahoo - MSN - google spread on my desktop. Me myself felt happy of course, but it seems my Apple was her laptop, coz everything I opened was automatically her username (silly). Worry…complaint…culture shock…piled on her desk…we helped her to tidy them up, coz the cubicle is unisex (Hahahah…). I am the youngest teacher there, and surely my helping her is different form others. She needed laugh anyway. Observing her with the DOT COM made me sad for her, oh my beloved friend who you are looking for - American? Australian? European? (of, course the Moslem one she said)…hmm her journey was great (just smile to my self). Dubai Lebay was gradually swallowed by our overwhelming works.
Free from MOSLEM.COM almost 2 weeks, BAM!!! A Van Dame look guy emerged on the server desktop made the administration officer shocked. “Is this Van Dame?”, he yelled to me, I said lightly, “nope…maybe Yun’s new guy”, my trashy guess was right, the guy is her new. A 36 years old single Australian guy (hmm, I do feel very happy at last), a Moslem since his 19, a quite handsome guy I think - great body, great look, and Abul also agrees with me. Ali is his name, a younger twin - that has a Bosnian friend whose Indonesian wife (great, perfect), me beloved friend easily has connection with his Indonesian friend. Everything is smooth, Y.M, MSN, all are fine till Ali’s Islamic SMS preach bombardier her GPRS, gosh, another disaster. He is an Islamic preacher in Australia, my friend becomes mad with those SMS. Suddenly, my being at the library becomes Islamic consultation, my focus is Creative Corner which is full of My Very Books…till she drags me to the religion shelves and asking for my opinion. OMG, MOSLEM.COM makes me mad.
Pray for ya ma sista…feel happy for ya…even sometimes it’s a hell, but I’ll be there for ya always.
(Chamber, 08)
Started from this remarkable year - she said so, since she found the MOSLEM.COM, a webpage or as it’s called, a yahoo’s matrimonial link-like matchmaker for Moslem around the world. Since her joining the club, seems like the whole of the life is about Yahoo Messenger, MSN, Mozilla Firefox, Opera, Internet Explorer are the things she worries about.
Glad to see her happy, sad to hear her complaints, upset to see her over mad, crazy to see her online business. Our 6 years together is enough to recognize what will happen to her in a few minute after she got sun burn or new message on her GPRS.
MOSLEM .COM makes my friend change - mine too. A veiled oldest girl from Palembang nearly becomes a matchmaker victim, indeed she is now. First, Said aka Jack (I forget), a husband’s wife, a just 3 years Moslem, a New Yorker with no child, a 45 years old guy (Hmmm old…), was her main subject of our Chamber. We almost spent our 12 hours there, full of her Said…America…Passport…Second Wife…Akidah…Jilbab…(I was happy for her, but sad for my ears). The Y.M ended for a month just because there’s a Prince of Dubai, John Who? Aka Said - a divorced man with a daughter and a son plus a best friend, her ex wife, originally from Canada - a son of Mid Asia immigrant. For one month me and my rest un-victimized young co-teachers felt happy, at least she’s not going to be a second wife of that old beardy pale man (ups…only me and Abul who said so, hehe…we care of her, of course. In the right way). But, still 2 children, quite hard for me to understand her. The Dubai Lebay (Abul named it) was so busy, then my beloved friend got frustrated and suddenly made me so, coz she used my laptop (hehehe…ikhlas ko). Y.M - gmail - yahoo - MSN - google spread on my desktop. Me myself felt happy of course, but it seems my Apple was her laptop, coz everything I opened was automatically her username (silly). Worry…complaint…culture shock…piled on her desk…we helped her to tidy them up, coz the cubicle is unisex (Hahahah…). I am the youngest teacher there, and surely my helping her is different form others. She needed laugh anyway. Observing her with the DOT COM made me sad for her, oh my beloved friend who you are looking for - American? Australian? European? (of, course the Moslem one she said)…hmm her journey was great (just smile to my self). Dubai Lebay was gradually swallowed by our overwhelming works.
Free from MOSLEM.COM almost 2 weeks, BAM!!! A Van Dame look guy emerged on the server desktop made the administration officer shocked. “Is this Van Dame?”, he yelled to me, I said lightly, “nope…maybe Yun’s new guy”, my trashy guess was right, the guy is her new. A 36 years old single Australian guy (hmm, I do feel very happy at last), a Moslem since his 19, a quite handsome guy I think - great body, great look, and Abul also agrees with me. Ali is his name, a younger twin - that has a Bosnian friend whose Indonesian wife (great, perfect), me beloved friend easily has connection with his Indonesian friend. Everything is smooth, Y.M, MSN, all are fine till Ali’s Islamic SMS preach bombardier her GPRS, gosh, another disaster. He is an Islamic preacher in Australia, my friend becomes mad with those SMS. Suddenly, my being at the library becomes Islamic consultation, my focus is Creative Corner which is full of My Very Books…till she drags me to the religion shelves and asking for my opinion. OMG, MOSLEM.COM makes me mad.
Pray for ya ma sista…feel happy for ya…even sometimes it’s a hell, but I’ll be there for ya always.
(Chamber, 08)
A PLACE TO FEEL
Blueberry hill
I can smell you from here
I can hear you, but I can’t feel
It’s just standing still
Beloved hill,
Blueberry hill
It’s similar to the pill
The strangest place to kill
Anger
Love
Mix the feel
Like a thrill
Yes, it has a mill
But, heavy as steel
There’s no bill
To pay the feel
Ease the pain
Poured by rain
Like blowing the grains
And it’ll not stop (1st floor, 04)
I can smell you from here
I can hear you, but I can’t feel
It’s just standing still
Beloved hill,
Blueberry hill
It’s similar to the pill
The strangest place to kill
Anger
Love
Mix the feel
Like a thrill
Yes, it has a mill
But, heavy as steel
There’s no bill
To pay the feel
Ease the pain
Poured by rain
Like blowing the grains
And it’ll not stop (1st floor, 04)
ABSURD-ing
I handed down everything
Coz you said needed the thing
I gave all those things
Then you were out and said those were nothing
Why were you leaving…
Going and keep lying
Lie about everything
Punish me with laughing
Trust is everything
But for you its nothing (chamber, 07)
Coz you said needed the thing
I gave all those things
Then you were out and said those were nothing
Why were you leaving…
Going and keep lying
Lie about everything
Punish me with laughing
Trust is everything
But for you its nothing (chamber, 07)
MOONLIGHT
Admiring moon is ordinary
Likening moon is allowed
Why it’s forbidden to…
Sip the moon is so sweet
Knocking hard my heart beat
Touch the moon in a hectic
Raising the social critic
Get away from moon’s sight
Avoiding the conscious fight
But moon gave me light
The lit shines my straight
Moon…
Wishing you a star
But you are Moon
And I’m also a moon
(Presented on Prose subject, Prof’s ‘geek’ class, 2006)
Likening moon is allowed
Why it’s forbidden to…
Sip the moon is so sweet
Knocking hard my heart beat
Touch the moon in a hectic
Raising the social critic
Get away from moon’s sight
Avoiding the conscious fight
But moon gave me light
The lit shines my straight
Moon…
Wishing you a star
But you are Moon
And I’m also a moon
(Presented on Prose subject, Prof’s ‘geek’ class, 2006)
APPLE OF LIFE
Whirly grounded pleased bloom to grow
dress full crown colored blasted narrow green stick
Briefly stepping sounds break the morning glory
Mapped classical custom of sprouting pollens
Bloom’s glaze prettily washes the rocky track
Dragging it’s half-stepped small cup of feet
Hastily, bloom’s freezing the air
Light to breath
Soft to touch
Cold to blow
Everything in it’s own color
Don’t want to share, maintaining it’s aesthetic,
Bloom is there and a moment before departure.
Underneath the fairy thick bushes,
I only grasp the distance desire. (STCC, 08)
dress full crown colored blasted narrow green stick
Briefly stepping sounds break the morning glory
Mapped classical custom of sprouting pollens
Bloom’s glaze prettily washes the rocky track
Dragging it’s half-stepped small cup of feet
Hastily, bloom’s freezing the air
Light to breath
Soft to touch
Cold to blow
Everything in it’s own color
Don’t want to share, maintaining it’s aesthetic,
Bloom is there and a moment before departure.
Underneath the fairy thick bushes,
I only grasp the distance desire. (STCC, 08)
BLACK & WHITE
Dark versus light
Night versus noon
Pretentious rotation of long living
A fairy tale
Black faded
White also
Here’s the emerging of grey
Indeed,
Only a color
Combine dual visionaries
Blend hetero arbitrary
Mix plural memory
Mimic of pathetic
Visualizing drama
Ethic of logic
Imaging karma (STCC, 08)
“This life is only waiting for us to run it. But, to be always honest to our prefect secure - we necessarily listen to and act carefully under the message and feeling that flow inside us. Those messages often contain grieve whispers come from our heart. Sometimes these feelings and whispers flows are hinted inside us. Under that situation, our emotion becomes unstable and we are filled with emotional garbage that makes our life miserable”.
Night versus noon
Pretentious rotation of long living
A fairy tale
Black faded
White also
Here’s the emerging of grey
Indeed,
Only a color
Combine dual visionaries
Blend hetero arbitrary
Mix plural memory
Mimic of pathetic
Visualizing drama
Ethic of logic
Imaging karma (STCC, 08)
“This life is only waiting for us to run it. But, to be always honest to our prefect secure - we necessarily listen to and act carefully under the message and feeling that flow inside us. Those messages often contain grieve whispers come from our heart. Sometimes these feelings and whispers flows are hinted inside us. Under that situation, our emotion becomes unstable and we are filled with emotional garbage that makes our life miserable”.
YOU MAY REVEAL WHO YOU ARE
After brushing on your writing
After listening to your saying
After recalling your confession
There’s a gap between…
You scratch, full openness
You underline, great attractiveness
You state, remarkable curiosity
Here, a gap between…
What a labyrinth
Never lies to one directed target
Prefers turning around and ends up by climb the trees
At a glance,
That glasses reflect sturdy
That brisk curly-cut represents simplicity
That minimized wardrobe synchronizes moody
Beneath,
Still, a gap between…
All sayings search for who you are
All questions seek for your reveal
What a gap…
A deepest trench divides two shores
Shore of your daily mirror
Shore of your behind the curtain
Whether false in pretense
Of thin layer covers the tense
Where’s the sense?
Say to you miss
Life isn’t only a peace
Admit the bliss
Then get the breeze
Still, a gap between you, and you. (STCC, 08)
After listening to your saying
After recalling your confession
There’s a gap between…
You scratch, full openness
You underline, great attractiveness
You state, remarkable curiosity
Here, a gap between…
What a labyrinth
Never lies to one directed target
Prefers turning around and ends up by climb the trees
At a glance,
That glasses reflect sturdy
That brisk curly-cut represents simplicity
That minimized wardrobe synchronizes moody
Beneath,
Still, a gap between…
All sayings search for who you are
All questions seek for your reveal
What a gap…
A deepest trench divides two shores
Shore of your daily mirror
Shore of your behind the curtain
Whether false in pretense
Of thin layer covers the tense
Where’s the sense?
Say to you miss
Life isn’t only a peace
Admit the bliss
Then get the breeze
Still, a gap between you, and you. (STCC, 08)
TO CLARIFY
Lips say no
But eyes are shocked
Clearly pretends to brave
Rather caught in the act
Me, put myself around the oath
Promising of other’s the first but not the last
Crossing the river bank
Going own the 45° cliff
Me, shaking coz it’s deep
The deep traps me deeper
Better white flag and cancellation
Pretend no distraction from other’s mouth
Bugging my trace in the late confirm
The 45° cliff feel so abortive
The night’s king appears clear
No tears of heaven in that mid rain season
Me, feel blessed rather coward
Struggling for whom, I don’t even know
The only my 2-foot, lasted the final steps
A fellow guide hide for a while
Then, light is open
Hesitation, indeed, a junk feel
Only a smile welcoming, home or send away (Prof building, 08)
But eyes are shocked
Clearly pretends to brave
Rather caught in the act
Me, put myself around the oath
Promising of other’s the first but not the last
Crossing the river bank
Going own the 45° cliff
Me, shaking coz it’s deep
The deep traps me deeper
Better white flag and cancellation
Pretend no distraction from other’s mouth
Bugging my trace in the late confirm
The 45° cliff feel so abortive
The night’s king appears clear
No tears of heaven in that mid rain season
Me, feel blessed rather coward
Struggling for whom, I don’t even know
The only my 2-foot, lasted the final steps
A fellow guide hide for a while
Then, light is open
Hesitation, indeed, a junk feel
Only a smile welcoming, home or send away (Prof building, 08)
Minggu, 08 Juni 2008
restart again...
Betapa menyebalkan...
friendster di hack...blog pun di hack...
hah memang terlalu percaya sama orang tu selalu jadi neraka tingkat 1.
semua tulisan hilang...memori kelabu...dan suka cita ikut terkubur dalam2 bersama si hacker...
gila...mad...psycho...(maaf...bukan cara yang baik untuk memulai sebuah blog...)
yasudah lah...lanjutkan hidup...
friendster di hack...blog pun di hack...
hah memang terlalu percaya sama orang tu selalu jadi neraka tingkat 1.
semua tulisan hilang...memori kelabu...dan suka cita ikut terkubur dalam2 bersama si hacker...
gila...mad...psycho...(maaf...bukan cara yang baik untuk memulai sebuah blog...)
yasudah lah...lanjutkan hidup...
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