tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-181649252011-09-01T19:13:08.123+08:00Asfar Sadewa: Random Happenings, Thoughts, Lessons Learnt, and of course, a bit of Nationalismdewahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00515049469073188721noreply@blogger.comBlogger1561100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18164925.post-78766249522281783972010-08-16T19:23:00.001+08:002010-08-16T19:26:43.195+08:00

During her early forties, I celebrated her birthdays in style. I dressed to impress. Costume rented, helmet donned, I marched proudly side by side with my equally eager friends, hands in hands holding her flag. I remembered drawing a grand flag for her on her 45th, I was nine back then. During her late forties, I often led ceremonies for her, saluting to her rising flag in front of hundreds

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During the Easter break I took a lot from my Persian friends. I have learnt the characteristics of an Imam, a leader. Aqa Jaan*, leading his family and caretaking a mosque in Senejan, setting a high benchmark of the ways of an Imam. For an Imam must not only be knowledgeable of his base faith, has a high awareness on his surroundings and other current matters, but also needs to be patient,

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Choices. Once we set our course on one option, it can’t be undone. Throughout my journey, I have seen many options here and there. Some are easy picks, others are just impossible to weigh. I realize that there is no setting stone on how to manage these unpredictable options. They come in different contexts every time they present themselves to us. From a friend, I learnt, your choices –while it

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Last weekend, from Nayir ash-Sharqi*, the Palestinian desert guide who is often mistaken as a Bedouin, I learned that modesty that comes from pure understanding of one’s faith, no matter how traditional or orthodox it may look, will bring good thing in the end. The willingness to adapt is always built-in on every faith, thus there are many translations. However, one must always dare to look back

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I grew up as an optimistic kid. I watched cartoon in the eighties, but I was always more inclined to follow my country’s journey through the television tube. let it be on sports or other significant occasions, well, mostly sports. I kept this to myself as a kid, but the joy of seeing the red and white flag rose above others was just too grand to tell. That time, as I remembered, media –in

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We all have those moments. The critical branches in life that we now recall in retrospect. It’s not going to change anything (as we’ve taken our choices anyway), but sometimes, pondering the possibilities of those branches could be fun. If the concept of multiverse is true, maybe I would ask my other copies these questions; “Hey General Asfar, how’s your troop holding on the front line?” or “Hey

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An old friend said to me, Aku ora wedi kere!! I am not afraid of being poor!! I did not answer or comment, I knew I was afraid. I knew that there were people who had won over this fear. I am not (yet) one of them.

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This is a true story. old-geezer-flirter: some fourteen years ago, I used IRC almost daily! was the only cool thing back there. young-cool-and-fun-random-girl: umm.. I dunno .. I was born fourteen years ago, so yeah, not sure. old-geezer-flirter: ok

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It started quietly, it ended quietly too. I guess this is the moment in the year where my accomplishments, --no matter how grand they were—, feels like nothing in this quiet end of Ramadhan. Everything becomes quiet, even more quiet than my ordinary days. Every noise turns into fading distortion, only the vague and distant whispers of my family and relatives in my hometown are rushing into my

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Last weekend, from Santiago, I learned that there was such thing called a beginner’s luck. And of him, I also learnt to trust the signs of the nature, and to talk to them. From Ali Shigri, the Pakistani combat pilot, I learnt the proof of how the universe would conspire on your favour, if you really want it. And from his drill sergeant, I learnt that tomorrow’s battles are won in today’s

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I grew up in a big family, where bonds of bloodline were preserved, and honoured to the maximum extent. I remember seeing, hearing, and observing many family problems along the way to my adulthood. I have seen prominent figures of the family, –not necessarily financially or socially established-, stepped up and took control on any given turmoil. I have seen them helped their relatives, and of

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I dreamt of Changez, who went to Princeton, but ended up telling his tale in a restaurant down in Old Anarkali. And of Tony Gardner and his problematic wife and mistress, of Raymond who stayed in Charlie’s house, and of course, of Ulrich from Bulgaria, a blind man who saw the world clearer than anyone of us. Fictitious characters, fictitious problem presentation you found only on good books. But

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It’s been like this for quite a while. My vision, my thoughts have joined forces to betray me every time I get home. The empty rooms of my apartment, empty hallway; Yes, it’s singular as I only have one hallway in my place. They sing an unsung lullaby. The solitude feelings I got when switching on the lights, and quickly dimmed them all again. A burst of short-stopped spirit came usually after I

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Something’s been blocking my mind for the better part of this morning. I could not help but to let my mind drift into it. I barely found it easy to concentrate. Let me tell you why.. … I’ve seen this couple numerous times. A father -big and tall man of indigenous Australian descend- and a daughter, probably on her eighth year of school. We are all regular morning passengers of the

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Did a quick math on myself. Calculated my annual financial growth over the last four years. The numbers, hardly believable. The multiplier factor rocketed beyond Pluto. A question popped. Does that correlate directly to my growth as a person in whole? Yay Nay, mostly nay. No. I have translated myself into figures for too long, and have been putting updateable price tag over my head, keep

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This note is merely an adjacent note to my previous post on ‘our past’. Lately, with the ever growing trend of past-revelation via online social network (read: facebook), I have bumped into many quaint areas of past recollection, and some are not easily described as nice and easy, painless and plain recollection of our past time. The retrospect process often consumes time and energy trying to

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I’ve been through a lot. That goes without saying. And maybe so have you. Just a little note, sharing how my consciousness systems work. When dealing with a stimulus, good or bad, I try mix intuition and analysis on the first place. Rational assessment on assessable factors at any given time. If the stimulus is followed up by an action, I put motivation on top of it. In the event of me

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This is mostly just a small mental note to myself. This was started by a statement “If you don’t give me your name, you do not deserve an answer”. For me, Identity is always half the deal. The result of any interaction is defined greatly within the identities of the interacting entities. But, I' seemed to have forgotten one thing. Identity lies deeper beyond names, attributes, claimed thoughts

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I had a real bad headache today, but I refrained from getting any medicine until just now. I took two pills of strong pain reliever and had four eggs. Not long after, the pain significantly diminished. Leaving me with some thoughts. I could diagnose my headache as a result of not having sufficient nutrient intake today, and spent too much energy in the pool. Given that assumption, the cure for

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Who? What?  They’re abstract, they are resultants of thoughts, actions, or even dreams. People come and go, sometimes even people classified as historical relics in our memory hierarchy, creep back to our reality. Thoughts come and go, ideas come, done, or even forgotten. But sometimes they’re back, creeping from the forgotten depth of our trails. Regrets come and go, sometimes causing

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It is yours, I won’t be in your way It is yours, I won’t ask for another day Departure, Might just be a way After all, it is only about giving away After all, it is only about living the day, Yours, and yours only

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I was blessed with one of those best nights. You know, those nights, the ones you’re then able to wake up fresh the morning after, and start your days with smile. Those best nights. I dreamt of becoming a soldier last night. Yes,a soldier. I was a marine. We were deployed to launch an offense towards an unknown enemy in an island. I was wearing uniforms, holding automatic riffle in my hands,

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My early guitar teacher once said, “The more you learn, the more you will discover that you know nothing”. Throughout the years, I have come to an agreement with that expression. Learning is a process of finding out that we know very little of the subject, thus the continuous process. On that context, I have no objection. Learning, has a very close relationship with achievement. Roughly the

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Another note to myself, an agreeable political outlook that gives me a sense of dignity within its’ compromise. The statement is concise, honest, and in the same time constructs a reality base over an ideal concept which is possessed by a nation leader. To me, both the Declaration Of Independence and the Communist Manifesto contain underlying truths, but the West doesn't permit a

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I found this quote from Sukarno, my nation’s first president, of which I’ve agreed completely, and share the same grievances over the reality. This was his comment on Dutch colonialism as told to Cindy Adams, for his autobiography (p. 75). This is primarily a note to myself, a reality check on what’s going on, a piece of history, or a continuing legacy, I only have the vaguest idea..

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A friend of mine, doing a complex legacy application porting, answered to my “howdy” greet this morning, in a memorable way. I am fucking the world man, One bitch at a time

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Well.. who doesn’t want to express themselves expressively on social networking sites like facebook and twitter. It WAS cool to see X is swimming freely on the ocean full of sharks Y thinks he’s too small for the world to see Z wishes he can reach the moon and back You know? they’re creativity showcases, they’re sometimes even useful information, and funny too

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Upon receiving an event invitation, I smirked; Dress code: smart casual Seriously, what’s that supposed to mean? does that mean you have to look smart in your casual clothing? (and define casual for a starter). It just happens that not everyone can look smart, hahah. So I guess when the event organizer’s CRM gets really smart and can differentiate types of people, there might be even weirder

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Early in 2009, I am wishing for everyone to have a better year. My goal in 2009 is to stay out of unnecessary problem, strengthen my career base, and be more offensive in terms of learning and technology adoption. I have to redefine my distinction factors among my peers. That is my 2009. Few other important points that I am willing to improve this year is my empathy, adaptability, and my sense

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Ohoho.. This blog will have its’ video section now. When I feel lazy to type and stuff; I can always populate my channel at YouTube. Channel’s URL is http://au.youtube.com/asfarsadewa and I got the first video there: Enjoy. Mwhuahahahah.

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Alrite, behold…!; Mwhuahahahhahahahhahha …

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Usually I would have my ties ready to wear, and the real challenge for me is to preserve those ready to wear ties so that their knots don’t fall apart easily. Cheap, eh? Yes. Last week, I have an emergency situation where I accidently I screwed the tie I need to wear to a formal business meeting. Time was running close and panic was in the air. I have no idea to tie the needed knot. Fortunately

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I don’t have to write any explanation on this imageries. I am happy, as well as sad watching at this video. Watch it in HD if you’re on a decent connection. And remember, It took ONE person to expose these vivid features of us. If in the beginning there were a hundred with the same ideas, I wonder if we’d ever known the word war, hatred, envy, and the likes.

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I went  diving yesterday, first one after many years. Luckily I still got what it takes to blend with the ocean. We picked three spots around Rottnest Island, managed to find good ones, though there were surges in one and the others. The view was amazing, brownish shades in some parts, but overall, Rottnest was definitely a good place to dive. It sort of gives you the idea of why Sponge Bob

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The legendary phone of C11, from my Marsini year one days, rings again after almost eight years later. Same manner, same peculiarity. Same voice over the line. Same ending?

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Nothing is impossible for the man who doesn’t have to do it himself. Funny enough, eh? I just read it somewhere, and yea.. sometimes it is true. Third person views could sometimes be over optimistic for any given issue. They may keep us on the ground, with all the consciousness and rational assessment they carry,or leave us annoyed with their degree of impossibility.

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Well, not really a theory, It’s just that I found that I could be going that way. The catch is that, whenever you are afraid of losing some, and feel bad about it, you should somehow search for a substitution of an equal value. It works. It’s not exactly solving the root of the problem, but it mitigates the destructive effect. The pain deteriorates, and the odd is adjusted. When you have

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It turns out that my Joy is merely a class which implements the IProblem interface. Therefore, within all instances of my Joy(s), inherently there are problems. *sigh* …

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Yes, I am a believer of causality. For everything must have a cause, although not necessarily justifiable through it. Quoting Aristotle; ”All causes are beginnings...” ”... we have scientific knowledge when we know the cause...” ”... to know a thing's nature is to know the reason why it is...” If my current state is the effect of a cause, then I should be able to

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Every once in a while, I would get very-very grumpy in the morning.I would fail to start my day fresh, and go to work unfit.You know why?Those grumpy days would be the day I woke up after sunrise!!I hate waking up after sunrise; I hate waking up seeing rays of light peeking through my blinds.I would then feel left behind, and in turn, become hasty and unprepared.I just don't wanna be beaten by

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Once in a while,You do something stupid.And I did.And once in a while,I will feel grateful that I have friends who tell me its' wrong.And when they are proven right,I have to admit the wrong doings,and I have to reset my mental growth to the last checkpoint.The one before the stupid things.New situations, new atmospheres have fooled me.Foolishness is done.This has been a divine pinch.Thank you.

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The games are over and flames are extinguished.What is left is a proud towering memory of human achievements.Phelps, Bolt, Wanjiru, and many others have proven,that we are a race worthy of this planet,A race of Kings.

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Amongst the Star spangled banners, God save the queens,and the very frequent Yìyǒngjūn Jìnxíngqǔ of the 2008 Olympics summer games,Indonesia Raya was finally heard last night.What a feeling!My greatest appreciation to Indonesian men's double Badminton team who stepped up,snatched the victory, and made us all proud.And today, is again, a celebration of our Independence day.Sixty three years of

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24.2 .. Yep.Twenty four point two.That's the average athlete's age in the Beijing 2008 Olympic games.A more convincing fact that I am getting old.It is a pleasant feeling though, to see youngsters and their achievements.Well, of course, I envy them (much).But in a more objective view, even for those coming from other countries,as a fellow who walks and shares the same earth,I am proud of them.

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24, Twenty Four.The number of men and women marching for the pride and glory of my nation starting tonight.They will march among thousands of other proud achievers.The number is small, and so is the odd.But fear not, heads up, eyes on the finish line. You guys ARE the best!We, the shameless 200+ millions of your fellow countrymen,are waiting for the moment you guys raise our country's flag,and

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Ah, it's that time of the quad-yearly event again.The only time where on each game or race, the whole country will wait at the finish line.Isn't that good? The whole country is waiting for you at the finish line!.What could you ask for more?For me, sports and its' triumphant moments always draw a gray line of ashes in my comprehension system.I envy those people who made it far in sports, -much-,!

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Today is my last day in my current company. Starting next week, I will be working for an IT consulting firm based in Perth, Australia. I cherish the moment and memories, and looking ahead with hopes of brighter future for myself and my family. The cycle continues, and the wheel of life goes on.

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I did a random check on a bulletin board within a UNIX shell this morning, and found something hillarious; TACKER:  Anonymous (Anonymous) SUBJECT: Existentialist Coding DATE:    28-May-08 17:18:44 (from fortune) THE LESSER-KNOWN PROGRAMMING LANGUAGES #17: SARTRE Named after the late existential philosopher, SARTRE is an extremely unstructured language.  Statements in

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me: I'm gonna get Val a nice Star Trek movie. the one where the earthlings met the Vulcans for the first time. my wife: No, no! don't buy another Star Trek movie, we've got the complete pack! the one with the Jedi knight when he was a kid!! me: ..... [it wasn't even Star Trek, that was Star Wars ... and that was not even the childhood of the Jedi knight, it was his father's for god sake...]

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Yea, talking about plans now. If an action is planned, and it is executed as planned, it becomes a planned action. It lives to show the planners capability of calculating action steps, mitigating risks, and planning the unplanned. - Not me. If an action is executed not exactly as planned, but yields a planned result, it will still be considered planned. It merely shows the adaptability of the

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©Asfar Sadewa

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Meet the three brothers, and their senile neighbor, The Witch.These personas will be the new icons of this blog of mine. My journeys, a-has, gotchas, eurekas, and other trivias will be reflected through them.So here they are;Tim, the oldest brother.Known for his perpetual curiosity to seek the essence of life.Tom, the second of the siblings.He's more interested in doing practical yet useful

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Yes, as some of you might have known, I am running for a permanent position in Australia; --not just going back and forth tiringly like now--. I can't use my current visa class for that, and to apply for the new visa class requires me to pass this exam. I did pass with an overall band score of 7.5 (9 being the max). Well, i just thought, not bad for me :) Being so long after my last written

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yea, Aliens, the Extraterrestrials. How do you think an Indonesian would greet them?Heheh, the answer is pretty simple, and it is legit!You can hear it on Voyager's (yea, that space probe launched back in 1977) golden record. This probe carried a disc which contained an array of assorted Earth cultures in pictures, and audio.Bahasa Indonesia is one of the greeting language sent to outer space.

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Friday night, my eyes were unintentionally drawn to a catchy pattern in the sky. Three aligned stars, forming a belt familiar to me ever since I was a kid. The Orion.Living in the southern hemisphere at this time of the year does give you a clear view of the constellation. Rigel and Betelgeuse can be seen clear enough on the formation.There was a strange feeling, a shivering tingle, awe, and

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The day was Saturday, December 15th 2007.The venue was the immigration queue, Perth International Airport.I was in the middle of the long line.Three youngsters in front of me, two girls, one boy, students.An old woman was behind me.It was the destined time when my tummy began to dance in a chaotic manner.The gas colossus whirling inside of me demanded a way out."Bzzz", silently, I let it out.

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No it's not a new programming language. It's for "Beauty plus plus".The word beauty has always been identical with physical attraction (of a woman), or at least been used to describe a woman's visual scoring.As arguable as it is, beauty has always been an important thing to every woman.You know, even in Islam, there is sort of a general guide on how to pick a wife that goes "If possible, pick a

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As a form of responsibility towards my daily life as an information worker, I decided to create a new technical blog which can be accessed here.Just my two cents to people who stumbled upon similar issues I had.

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Lately, I have been playing with what so called virtual personal assistant, Sandy, which was introduced as a cool proof that command line parser will never die. It's true, and it might evolve to a better handler of natural languages used for various automation services provided by the web.But what tickles me is, why do I have a very very good feeling when this Sandy-thing starts to do its job,

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Hard to resist not to share this link:Keisuke Hirano's Econometric Haikuwhile Hirano mentioned this on his Haiku;to iterate is human,to recurse, devineI have one of my own :)to forms of collection, a dwarfto generics, gigantic

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Have a look at this:(click to view a larger image)For its' inspiring title, this Spam Mail is definitely a winner for the week.What's with trouser mouse and one-eyed giant anyway? huh? mwhuahahaha!and yes, you should browse to your spam mail folder at least once a week, it's a healthy habit.

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Ok, as promised, failure #2 and #3 for a consultancy in Sydney and Perth have just vaporized in the air. But this time, I am glad that it's not because of my technical competency.Ok, I'll give it until December 31st for my puny little self to snatch a victory over fate.After that, if things are not getting better, I will really start to question my existence above this great plain called

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At his 27th, Alexander conquered what was said to be ninety percent of the known world. He traveled 22000 miles in eight years, campaigning to expand his empire, before finally stopped in India.I am going to be 27 next year, and I earned some half of his journey miles in a form of Frequent Flyer miles, --woooohoooo!!--, and that's in just one year.So, Alexander? hohoho

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I remember, a boy who joyfully went to the mosque at Ramadhan.I remember, a boy who solemnly made promise to himself that he would complete his fasting month with good deeds.I remember, a boy who tried so hard to spend a few minutes each day reading the Quran in the holy month.I remember, a boy who made oath that next Ramadhan would be better than his current one.I remember, a boy who felt really

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Humm .. Out of boredom, I tried to release one of my libraries for MS CRM 3.0 to the community via CodePlex. Do laugh at me as you wish, it's a plain boredom driven action.Ice CRM; pronounced as "Ice Cream"'s project page is here.

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Mark this. From this point on, I will record every significant failure in life. Career, family, stumble-upons, anything.Tracks on sand can be erased by wind, or by wave easily. But failures print permanently on one's life. Failures are cracks repairable only by achievements.Today, I received a news of failure towards one of my effort of getting a new job overseas. My technical competencies had

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This is taken from the midget-man a.k.a Yoda's word from a comedy movie called The Benchwarmers (If you happen to catch it on Foxtel Showtime last night).But well, Yes, It is..Let's say you have 65 years of living.In an ideal stage you spent the first 10 with your parents.Second 10 with your so-called maturing self.Another 20-30 with your WORK, wife, and if you're lucky enough, kids.Finally the

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July, 4th 2007, Qantas Flight QF 140 bound for Perth, the time was 5.40 am.The plane was making it's landing approach, passengers were getting up from their sleep.In row 16, seat D and E, was a young couple, Indonesian, seemingly newly wed.Getting up from her sleep, the beautiful young lady rushed to hug her husband, and kissed him "Morning honey".A guy in row 16F, namely -Me-, could not help but

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Read this article on Detik, and be awed.A former Tae Kwon Do world champion sold his medal for his kid's medicine, A former glorious national football team member sleeping on cartons, A former boxing-champ with no job, and A former Asian number one javelin-throw champ doing labors on someone else' ricefield.Thank you.These guys actually raised my country's flag higher than anyone else, and here's

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If you are familiar with the title of this post, then you're plain old dude. [mwhuahah].It was the motto of 1992's "Visit Indonesia Year" campaign, of which the government had put a rhino as a mascot to call tourists from around the world to come to Indonesia.Good ol' days :)Malaysia launched its' "Visit Malaysia Year 2007" with all of its splendor and special treatments to tourists. The

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6000 meters of breast-stroke swimming, amazing dive technique (photos not yet included), and an unbeatable smile of glory. Rejoice! Me!!photo was taken by Pandu, background ya-ya boys are: Adhit and Jimmod, mid-2004And Even if I can't do those things anymore due to the immense growth of fat inside of me, that is perfectly okay, as afterall,champions are champions.(and for tonight's Champions

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I received this from a friend this morningHi Asfar Unfortunately. i hit a kangaroo in my car on the weekend. I am still 3 hours up north just south of Geraldton and cannot get the repairs completed on the car until tomorrow lunchtime. If you need to speak to me then call on 99531xxx, my mobile is out of range here. Cheers MikeHe hit a Kangaroo? Mwhahahahahahhahahaha....

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Perth was raining, so I stayed in all day .. guess what I found, -and this time it is not possible not to post it-, ... Please welcome, the original Casiopea in their 1979 formation (Issei is still damn funny, Tetsuo with his mustache, hahah, the -still skinny- Minoru, and Sasaki was still behind the drums. Akira's not there yet).Here, worship them.

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In this context, It's how low can you go compromising your plan against your lazy-invested being.Reason is, lately, I have been trapped in a somehow unnecessary ultra-tolerant state towards myself.Financial and savings plan, failed.Daily work performance indicators, failed.Weight reduction program, failed.And many other failed, if not pending.It started with tolerance, and will end in disgrace.I

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There's always a first time for everything, and today was no exception.This morning, at Swan Valley's very own 18-holes Supa Golf course, marked my first encounter with a Golf stick, and a golf ball.Even if it wasn't a real golf play, but I must admit that this particular sport is difficult to play :)I swung to the left, and my ball went to the right, I swung hard, but my ball didn't move.To wrap

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I was going to stand up after the final tahiyat and salaam for my friday prayer (yesterday) at a mosque in Perth, I tried to lean forward to prepare to stand... BUT ...!!!Holly Crap! My Belly!!It's preventing me from leaning forward, and pushed me backward!!It happened a couple of times (leaning forward, failed, pushed backward, repeat -- please imagine), and finally a friend of mine pushed me

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Ok, it's 00:40 in the morning, still in the office. coding while slacking :)A couple of hours ago, I met a friend (online of course) who is currently studying in Milan, and as she's been a very old friend of mine, naturally, we chatted in nostalgic mood.Talked about the past, smiled on our own retrospects, and failed to answer some ancient questions from yesterdays.Those were the days, indeed.

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A friend of mine complaint about the hard times she's having when trying to adjust to her new work environment. She said she was heavily criticized when she'd let her "true" personality appeared.She mentioned her grieve on not being able to become "herself".being ourselves, eh?what is being ourselves?Is it letting go of everything we considered to be the true us?Or is it a state where we managed

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Are you special?In what way, and in what scope?A question that often comes to me in it's myriad variations.Do you remember what Mohinder (of Heroes) said on the first episode of the series?That being special is merely a process of selection by nature?That some are gifted and destined to be special?Even if that statement is referring to the abnormal genetical behaviour of human body;let me

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Ok, I am 26 today.Achievements? Yea, I think I got some.Down-sides? Yea, lots of self-improvement must be done and quick.Overall last year? I am not impressed.So, happy birthday Dewa, let's see what you can do this year.

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Daniel (pictured rightmost); -one of the original member of Clough - Petrosea's solution specialist team- has officially left the company to pursue his new career aspirations.The farewell was short, but memorable.Daniel prayed for me before he left;have you ever received a prayer from your friend?I have, and I am very happy for it, I have never felt happier for such a long time.I am happy to have

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I got a back pain!! again?!?!?!???This morning I woke up, and paralyzed!! I could not even stand properly or bent my body!!Oh God!! What the hell is this????I am not even 26 yet (I will in a few days though), and this oldies ache is getting into me??!??? Oh no ....[aging in pain]

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An act of moving away in different direction from a common pointAm I at that point right now? The point where finally affection and responsibility must bid their farewell?What drama or tragedy awaits me on this play? What kind of end must I write for this very audacious stunt of my uncontrolled desire?But for affection is as free as the air we breathe; it will always remain free.As for the

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I was passing by Williams St, when I noticed that a store was named "Dick Smith".My tickled senses asked me this question; "Is Mak Erot on an international franchise scheme now?".Hahahahahhh ..

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I didn't have much to code that evening, so I decided to join some of my fellow slackers to play Counter Strike. Got a bit carried away (of course), when suddenly my boss popped in. Pop!With a dilbert-ish technique I managed to pull an act as if I was working seriously, nevertheless it failed because he saw my screen and the CS window was still there. Crap.After he left, I tried to send a

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There are many acceptable scientific, reasonable, empirical facts about the cause of the recent Jakarta flood.But I'd like to stick with this cool answer, --inspired by Rotiboy's super cool tag line--; and so if someone asks me "Why do we keep getting flood every year?"my answer will be "because ... Just Because".

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Reading blog is fun, informations wrapped in so-called personal style at a time give me variations of view over the subject.Downs:Cool, to the point where the blogger gets to be a salesman (recommending books, movies, records), or a reviewer (boasting and criticizing books, movies, records, etc), without even minding that the readers are in the same information age!A five years old Asvira knows

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A friend of mine just got out of a meeting with the board of directors (top management stuff) about the implementation of advanced MS Dynamics CRM 3.0 in the company. This dialogue occured during the meeting;top management A: is CRM an Oracle system?top management B: hmmm .. yea i think it's an Oracle system.top management C: ooohh then it must be Microsoft friendly!my friend: (trying as hard as

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Recently, The Dilbert comic is depicting him (Dilbert) in his new role as a sales engineer.And more recently, I've somehow been appointed to a similar role, -incidental assignement, that is-.While a sales engineer is mostly about boasting the technical features of a solution (boasting, read: avoiding solution fact and making the flaw obsolete), somehow I feel like doing it in a happy manner.

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I betcha didn't know that ASFAR (my first name), stands for:Americans for a Society Free from Age Restrictionsmwhuahauhahahahahaha ... they even got their own websiteHoly Crap! Mwhuahahahahuahauhaa, can't stop laughing.[What's in a name? errr ... abbreviation? Mwhuahahahahahhhhh]

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Archaic; A tranquil expanse of sea or sky.I shot this in Rottnest Island (West Australia) a while ago with a plain camera phone. But I really do like it.[running in my little steps]

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Imam Ghazali once spoken to his disciples;Imam Ghazali (IG): what is the closest to you?Students (S): parents! sisters! brothers!IG: DeathIG: what is the farthest to you?S: moon! china!IG: Your PastIG: what is the biggest in this universe?S: earth! sun! mountains!IG: LustIG: what is the hardest thing in this universe?S: iron! metal!IG: Keeping PromisesIG: what is the lightest in this universe?S:

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Ehmhm hehheehehe ..Mokoto Kusanagi-chan, I got you!Ghost In The Shell: Stand Alone Complex, 26 Episodes of the first season of the series are in my posession. This cyborg adventure (plus the soundtrack on this particular season, Aeria Gloris, by Yoko Kanno) has always been my favorite.Here here, you can take a look at Kusanagi-chan's photo.I really enjoy the ogirinal manga of Masamune Shirow, the

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I ran passed a car accident this morning, the unfortunate car's cabin was flattened.A body was lying nearby with a lot of people watching, and a crying lady, possibly a relative.Horrible scene.Most likely the cause was speeding and then bumped into a truck or so.Why was he speeding?Possible answer could be; To gain five minutes faster to reach his destination.Indeed, five minutes could mean a

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These are some of the things that I need to achieve this fresh year:More financial stability based on salary levelMove to our new houseAsvira to primary schoolValiant to pre-schoolWeight Loss (any significant amount will do)Specific Technical Skill formal recognition (CRM certification, SharePoint certification)

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I watched "The Grudge 2" with my wife on Christmas eve, and I was not scared at all by neitherthe demon's appearances nor with the supposedly spooky story line.I didn't know whether it was a suck adaptation of it's original Japanese version or just me being tough and cool, but Yay!! I was not scared of -at least- one -asian based- horror movie!!Truly an end of year noticeable achievement.Banzai!

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After two years straight of business-object code, enterprise application-type of programming experiences, I feel the need to return to my old hobby; Algorithmic coding :).Hmm ... as I am writing Isman, maybe a game depicting him will do fine.I'll keep you posted.

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Isman Fairburn is back!Check him out at: Isman Fairburn: The Architect of Fate

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I used to call myself chicken for being so scared of ghosts (asian ghosts in particullar).But a week ago, a friend of mine, has told me that it's called eccentric.he: yea, let's call it eccentric. a peculiar pattern of behaviourme: whoaa. yea yea. that's cool.he: and you need a shrink.me: ...

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Due to the nature of the ranting and bitching below.Everything will be written in pure javanese, my mother tounge.bitching start:adoooooooohhh .. ngeleh..aku pengen opor, kupat, sambel goreng ati, rendang..adoooooohh ... ngeleh tenannn ..liyane dho mangan kupat aku kok mangan kenthang karo uyah ngene ...ora mutuuuuuuu ...bitching end.Thank You.

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