tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94850142012-02-16T18:15:29.646+09:00should capture my broad and scattered interests, deep and shallow feelings, restless and wandering thoughts, provided I have time and mood;pRan Mourihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00215956941800897535noreply@blogger.comBlogger411100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485014.post-2059796288184380242011-10-26T11:50:00.006+09:002011-10-26T16:45:21.251+09:00

Probably the closest Kiva version in Indonesia. Still early and in need for many more loaners. The things is, it requires that the money we put in cannot be withdrawn back in any way. So, it's more like a charity than loan, but they distribute it as loan. Sounds like a little discouragement to me but if you are willing to give charity anyway, why not this? Perhaps because it's still new and they

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I think I can start to question about the principle: “do what you want others do onto you” (or something like that, I forgot the exact aphorism, I am as I say repeatedly very bad with remembering details). What I am saying is, if that’s one way to reach an equilibrium (of a balanced relationship amongst human being), well could there be a higher equilibrium that we can aim? I think there is.

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It's been more than a year since I joined as Kiva loaner in June 1, 2010. I had pledged a target that I would make one loan each month, and now I have (only) made 6 loans, it means, it's just around half of my target. Although, I personally don't think it's that bad, well, many things (required money) happened last year, so I'm glad I still made it. I hope to make more. I think lending

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I should probably be apologizing, that the first post after such a long purgatory *smirk* has to be a rant. But if I just promise that this will be just once (in a while :p), will it be OK? ;-) Anyway, I just thought that in a positive way, it might be healthy to be honest about being shallow and physical once in a while.I've been more or less watching movies the whole days of these (supposedly)

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Recent dating guides I (happen to :p) read has one red thread (benang merah), which is: men are simple. There are no such thing as mixed signs. If it's mixed (to our mind) then most likely it only exists in our mind. Men are either yes or no, and it should be easy to tell.But is it really so?I have personal experience when somebody said I am not his type (twice, as a matter of fact), as a

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After a while blogwalking to some fashion blogs. I conclude that what defines style recently, among others, are: 1. vintage stuff: difficult definition (I'm sure we can always go to wikipedia, but I'm just to lazy this time). So perhaps it is a piece that would bring one's memory to the past, looking stylishly old (not the general classic-kinda thing). 2. thrifted stuff: pieces from second hand

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I miss the old Indonesian wayI remember I used to secretely admire my mother when she was fixing herself in front of the mirror getting ready for a wedding reception. She would be wearing a set of kebaya[1], with the old fashion traditional hair do of gelungan[2]. That was like 20 years ago, nobody I know is doing that now.I was born in Kediri, a middle size town in East Java, with cool breeze

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After a looong long hiatus, I feel like I want to utilize this spot again. I have been having on and off relationship with this spot. Sometimes I feel like deleting it, but then at the same time I don't want to let it go. It's my first blog, and more importantly it had been recording a few but important scenes in my life.From now, I intend to utilize this spot for opinion-related material. Things

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My perfect pair of glasses hihi ... I finally found it ;-)Referring to the metaphor my friend quoted from a J-Dorama she is watching, Taxi vs True Love, I can also say that finding your true love is like finding a well-fitted pair of glasses. I have also written my comparison between true love and jacket before, here. See, I have a tendency to compare everything with love quest, a pathetic

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"I'm learning to live without you nowBut I miss you sometimesThe more I know, the less I understandAll the things I thought I knewI'm learning againI've been trying to get downTo the heart of the matterBut my will gets weakAnd my thoughts seem to scatterBut I think it's aboutForgiveness, ForgivenessEven if, Even if you don't love me anymore"Those are the rhythm I've been humming for days now,

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Another favorite quote for me from Sex and the City the Movie is: "twenties are for making mistakes and thirties are for paying for the mistakes ... " or something like that (so lazy to make research for the exact words right now), which is so true for me.I have realized it even before hearing that line in the movie. No regrets nor substantial complaints were therefore justified for myself during

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I'm writing this because I just had my hair cut, back to this style after a several months of trying the buzz of the bob (still with some layers though). I realize I'm always obsessed with novelty. My music taste, my passion for fashion, it's so obvious. So what is it with this style that I've been keeping for more than a decade, in various length, with or without bangs, straightened or wavy, but

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The dragon fruit and that "watashi no kokoro wo ageru" sentenceCould you possibly forget it?When somebody said we would be friend for lifeHow impossible to doubt it?Nights and days in the libraryI would in a million times repeat it if I shouldCatching up the last train from TakebashiWould you stop the time for a minute if you couldSleeping over in Odaiba, cooking together in Kodaira every other

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It turns out I'm too busy to search for a new place for my daily dose/scratch paper of my rambling thoughts/elusive tranquility. So, for the time being and a while, I might write even non thematic junks here.For a couple of days I've been quite depressed, some with quite clear reasons/triggers, but there is always a little dosage of hormone gets involved. But then I found a quite effective

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"Always keep dignity and be true to yourself" Marjane Satrapi's grandma told her on the night before she left Tehran. It was a kind of my moment of truth out of the whole book. The sentence was indeed for me too, but it is the scene: sleeping with her grand mother that really stroke me.I used to specially request to sleep with my grandma too every time I visited Kediri, a little town in East Java

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Lately my rhythm has been around John Mayer and John Legend. What's up with these two Johns and good lyrics. Listen to these: John Mayer's: I'm Gonna Find Another You: " It’s really over You made your stand You got me crying As was your plan But when my loneliness is through I’m gonna find another you ... " When You're Dreaming with

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I can say we can almost judge people by their taste. But it should be a taste that is established based on the process of mind cultivation and knowledge. For example when I look at my self over the course of time, I see a clear development of taste, which now I presume also reflects my growth. In my early adolescence I read books from Sidney Sheldon to Karl May. I know, it was Sidney Sheldon and

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It's like I was thrown back to Indonesia circa 80s in a good sense. I had the privilege of visiting this retro city for 5 days from 17-22 Oct 2007. During five full days there I was roaming around the city with my friend, Thao, riding her stylish piaggio scooter :)I was planning to record the experience here since I got so impressed by the city, but it turned out I am really bad at remembering

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Just bought my first pair of pump shoes last Sunday. Yes, the very first one. It seems that my feet anatomy do not correspond to the general proportion of an ideal feet. So although this particular type of shoe is perfect type for office suit I have to admit I'd rather to polish other ornaments of the outfit than wearing this flattering shoes, cause it's so difficult to find the comfortable one

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Here I am again. After several times thinking to delete this blog from the blogworld forever and create a new one, I have to admit I have not been ready yet to start a new one, or to erase the old one. So, while it seems quite strange to have only a couple postings in a year, not in a regular basis either, I decided to drop any the rules applied in my head. I will write and post whenever I like

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Approaching the end of Ramadhan I suddenly got the urge to spend a night at the biggest mosque in Indonesia(or in East Asia), the Istiqlal Mosque. It is quite common for Muslims to spend nights during Ramadhan, especially towards the end, and during the odd nights (nights before the fasting days counts for some odd numbers, I don’t know if you get it:p) in a mosque and keeps oneself awake,

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I just checked that my last post was in November 2006. There I was saying that I missed blogging, and then nothing happened...againI should not have time blogging now, yet I have a really strong urge to just write a sentence or two (though of course I cannot do a post with just one or two sentences).I've been back in the world of blogs quite sometime, but just as viewer. I realize there are so

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It's been so long since my last post. I have been thinking of constantly writing again, but I always end up in saying later, later, in my mind.I always have loads of material floating around in my head. But there are periods that I don't want to spell it out loud (or in characters). But when I was feeling like opening myself again, letting it out again, I can't find time, and most often words

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Music has always been my sweetest lemon. Here are some of my recent favorites:Fix You -- Cold Play (Chris Martin looks absolutely cooler-than-brad-pitt here)The Other Side of The World -- KT Tunstall (just my typical taste)Bend and Break -- Keane (as good as somewhere only we know)Cinta -- Melly feat. KD (work of a genius of Melly)Semua Jadi Satu -- Tiga Diva (freshliest song ever recycled)

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DWhen you try to the best F#m Bm ABut you don't succeed DWhen you get what you want F#m Bm ABut not what you need DWhen you feel so tired F#m Bm ABut you can't sleepD F#m Bm AStuck in reverse DWhen the tears come F#m Bm AStreaming down your face DWhen you lose something F#m Bm AYou can't replace DWhen you love someone F#m

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I watched this movie last Friday night. It was called “Berbagi Suami”, which means Sharing Husband. The story was narrated by three women, who actually are not connected with each others. They have one thing in common though, they have to share their husband with other woman. They are somehow trapped in polygamy. The movie was interesting because the theme is actually very close to our

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I'm feeling so many things, but not able to let it all out. When writing seems to be the only way out, I can't find words to describe them.I always think being able to write is cool. This idea gets even stronger when Carrie Bradshaw suddenly looks especially cool with her old apple notebook. I like reading, thus an ex boyfriend told me that I should try writing. I, on the hope that he was right

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I have mixed feelings about my mentor who was my also my sensei, my supervisor as well as the person who actually sent me to Japan. I admire him for his brightness (gosh...such an old guy with sharp memory he is), hate him for his high standard I felt I could never met, and eventually come to acceptance that I love him like a father (or grandfather in his viewpoint;p). He always tells me that I

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I don't know why, and I don't know if it's going to be a permanent change, which I would consider as a defect of me. I don't even realize it until this morning in the bathroom. I'm not singing again, not in bathroom, not when I feel happy nor even when I went karaoke-ing a couple of times here, I lost it...really.

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Yesterday I was so eager to write a post about the incident I experienced in the morning of that day. Then I got so busy at the office that I didn't have really time to sit and write (for a blog post).I have been jogging every-working-day morning now. I started it last week, and although I got a terrible stomachache (that I had to be taken home by my friend from the office after an almost 4 hours

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I was back to my country at last. Although I cried at Narita, I never thought of my leaving-Japan so much before I arrived at my country for couple of days. Probably before my departure day, I was denying that my dreamy life has an ending, and then it finally reached to its end.I was in Jakarta for several days before going to my hometown where my parents live and the majority memory of my

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It has been so long since the last time I wrote on this blog. There were so many things happened during my hibernation days. Those that I really want to share but I can’t, at least not at this moment. There were times that it felt like it was the hardest time in my life, but I must say that it also felt like the most interesting period of my life, a mental, emotional and at the same time a

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ni oku en (200 million yen), thats the most expensive MAP (mutual agreement procedure) case handled by tax accountant worths. in average one case worths 30 million yen. tax accountant is one of the most wanted career here. i knew a japanese guy who gave up his old career and start taking tax accounting lecture in his late twenties, but that time i didn't know that he was just being rational ...

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Love, love, love again... sorry to Jo-Ann, now I think I've been posting too much about love ;)Exactly like a quotation I found from Bartleby dot com (thanks to Izumi): A spring of love gushed from my heart, and I blessed them unaware (Samuel Talylor Coleridge). A forbidden love, the apple... how do you go about that?First, like any other love, it makes you feel good. But you always have

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Five days in Wako campus, an NTC intensive course on International Tax Treaty Negotiation. Quite interesting lectures was given by Prof Komamiya of Niigata University. My joining the NTA practicum on taxation was not much of a fun this 2 semesters passed. The decision for me to join was solely Prof. Asanuma’s discretionary authority. One of the reasons I suspect is that we have no other more

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I don't know since when I started feeling uncomfortable wearing high heels. For my height I used to be insecure without ones. Especially back there in my country when people do not need to walk as much as here in Japan, I never wear sneakers. Last year I remember I still wear boots often even for going to school just for regular classes. But now, especially today I just come to think of how much

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Winter

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Less sleep, hard thinking and a little party with good food and nice friends exhausted me the day before. Today, waking up at 9.30, with a pile of assignments to be done still couldn't make me get started. So here I am, writing HERE (instead of my term papers or my you-know-what-with-the-first-letterT) again... gosh! Maybe I will busy myself with my domestic chores instead, that's I guess what

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The title doesn't mean I'm now against love, I will never be. I just suddenly think about the other side of being in love, being detached from love. Now, I believe everybody has the experience of this, you, me, my best friends... Well hello (tisha's tone, red), even Brad Pitt is breaking up with Jennifer Aniston, isn't he? or are they getting back together? anyway... Although usually even before

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When I first wrote my posting here, my friend Jo-Ann protested that there were no element of love there in my first writing, considering I have love beside life and rhythm in the title. But you see, I can't write about love, especially my love life, properly... probably not until I settle it down properly hhehe, because my feeling for love is always so romantic and poetic (some people will laugh

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The day that probably I will record as the most unproductive day of my life (as if I am usually productive). But I think today I have been unproductive in the most unproductive way… what a depressing phrase. First of all I have been doing nothing the whole day … physically, but worse than that my mind has also been blank, empty, condition that I would imagine when a drug addict person is on

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