laporan bulanan ketertiban pegawai periode 21 jan - 20 feb:
meg ..................... datang terlambat (1 hari)


doooh... prasaan tiap hari hampir pasti gue yang selalu datang paling pagi and absenin sebagian yang lain, eh.. kok ini bisa-bisanya gue keitung datang terlambat 1 kali. gak adil!! yang dateng telat aja suka gak tau diri udah diabsenin, ini giliran gue agak telat dikit *mungkin pas gue abis dari jogja kmr* malah lupa/enggak(?) diabsenin!! awas aja, entar gue gak mau peduli-peduli banget buat ngabsenin mereka lagi! dudul!! pagi-pagi dah bikin bete'... huh.

now about bulbul, i read many comments complaining about how this nick name becomes common. it should be unique. should be private. should be something special that only a few people know about it or even further, using it. but even i can't claim that name for me my self. it is sweet, short and simple. a little funny also. therefore many love it.


there are legends surrounding that name. each with many variant. and they give more mystical credit point to it. it's still sound better however than 'honey' or 'sweetheart' or 'darling'. it's not our culture to call the person we love using those three call sign. that's not mean that the bulbul call sign is our culture as well but it feels more down to earth instead of the first three.


however, a name can be used by thousand people but to us it always has one meaning. a meaning that only this heart can understand and feel the beauty of it. and the love that surrounding it.

i got a message coming into my cell phone while i was lying down:
slmt! anda dpt hadiah HALO poin 2004 dr Telkomsel jkt hrp hub call center: 0813 425 95 073 / 0813 425 95 072
www.telkomsel.com pengirim:222



here is my reply:
karena saya sudah kaya maka hadiahnya saya sumbangkan ke Pusat Rehabilitasi Monyet Goblok yang masih berpikir bisa nipu org via sms jaman gini. semoga mereka jadi monyet yang lurus.



i sent another message a few minutes later:
aduh goblok banget sih anjing ini. Halo Poin udah gak main masih juga dipake buat nipu orang. tapi saya salut lho, untuk ukuran seekor babi anda cukup cerdas. enggak nyangka. selamat ya!



well if by coincidence any of you know the sender (0811 347 027) tell the owner that his/her phone might have been used by other person for certain bad purpose. and if by any luck you know that 0813... number owner, send my wish-burn-to-hell to her/him.


my tongue still feels a little bitter but despite it i'm ok. thx to all of you who've been kind enough to asking me and wishing me get well soon.

About BULBUL

today, i just realized that name "bulbul" is so familiar and well-known to used. well, kalo gak mo dibilang pasaran, yah at least this nick is funny enough to use. hasil obrol-obrolan ama si ibu taksi merah ini, ketahuan deh kalo ada juga yang make nama ini as her romantic nickname. malah, sempat complain segala soalna ada yang nyamain. then, while i dropped by at this guy's corner, i also found that 'bulbul' were used there, thought just as supporting-actress at one of his stories


have i ever posted sumthin' about that bulbul actually is a kind of bird? its not as big as a hawk, indeed. but the truth that its a really nice kind of bird and the little story i heard about, make me interested much to love this word. also, how the pronounciation of this word seemed so funny to me. bul bul .. bul bul.., despite that the real bulbul now is just lying down on his bed againt his sickness, truly i know how much i really loved this name

three days weekend

the last weekend gone quite smooth. at least we were happy together thought not spent it out of town and with too much cost. well, the below is some part of them:


saturday: akhirnya jadi juga ke jcc, liat-liat mega bazaar computer dan electronic show. sempat miss understanding sedikit ama bulbul, soalnya meeting pointnya gak nyambung. gue tunggu di pasaraya. dia malah nongrong di blok m plaza. but the rest run smooth. akhirnya liat" pameran kompie dan sedikit berburu yang namanya gratisan. mayan. dapat tas daur ulang dan beberapa magazine yg not so out-of-date. makan siang di bakso lapangan tembak. sebenarnya disini mo survei lagi harga-harga desknote ato laptop second. meski harganya lebih murah dari harga resmi, tapi gw blum mutusin untuk beli disini.


sunday: we decided to spent it just at "home". nonton vcd The Ring (western version) dan Freaky Friday. unfortunately, si bulbul agak gak enak badan. jadi baringan aja sambil nonton. badannya agak panas gitu, and gue takut tambah parah. jadinya sempat nyesel juga maksa dia dateng n kecian liat dia gak 'berdaya' gitu. well, get well soon, hunih..


monday: siang ini maen ke TA. sebenarnya bukan main, tapi janjian ketemu sama teman kuliah. so, akhirnya kita berempat ketemu disana, and took lunch at Thai Express. well, the taste is not so bad. lumayan juga reuni and bisa cerita-cerita lagi ama teman-teman lama masa kuliah dulu. satu diantaranya udah merit dan punya anak umur 1,5 tahun, tapi sayang gak dibawa. 4.30-an pm kita dah pada pamitan and akhirnya gue nyampe rumah pas magrib karna nunggu bisnya mayan lama.

hey girls, we now have free-of-charge swimming pools scattered there there and there all around jakarta. just drop by at one of your favourite location or any location near you. make sure you are wearing your sexiest swimsuit, two pieces bikini is preferable . so what are you waiting for? take off your clothes now.

tembem mode: ON

aduuh... prasaan pipi kok makin tembem yaa..
padahal pola makan kayaknya biasa aja deh. malah pagi biasanya gak sarapan sebelum brangkat. sampe kantor baru deh pesen indomie goreng. makan siang juga biasa aja sih.. cuman mm ini kali yah penyebabnya? di kantor tuh cemilan suka banyak. ada aja makanan" kecil. mulai dari gorengan atau snack" sisa-sisa rapat. trus, selain itu juga kadang bos n staf satu divisi suka ngadaian keluar makan bareng. dibayarin tentunya. entah itu ke resto padang, buffet resto, sampe resto seafood ala manado. pokoknya makanan tuh gak henti-hentinya datang. lha.. gimana mo ngurangin makan kalo godaannya seberat ini.. heu heu he..

a bast*rd stole my nice sweet silver umbrella. i called it stolen coz he/she borrowed it without asking me first. i never expected that there are so many thieves in this office. shit. i might need to replace it with a new one and i'm thinking about a smaller -still silver- compact size. yeah an umbrella only cost Rp 15.000, - but without it you'll be wet under the rain and you can get cold later and a doctor will cost Rp 50.000,- or more. so bring it back to me u sann*bitch.

how many times i should say that if you wanna report an error then make it DETAIL. detail, detail dodol. do not say "pak, programnya error" coz it doesn't help anything. but instead describe it what the message is, when was the problem occur and on what action.


and be subjective idiot. do not report "programnya gak bisa dibuka" while the actual problem is a specific report can't be opened.


would it be nice if the report is fully describe like this, "pak tadi waktu saya mo buka report anu muncul pesan kalo anunya gak bisa dibuka terus mousenya jalan-jalan sendiri terus monitornya ngedip-ngedip lalu terakhir komputernya meledak. yang tinggal sekarang cuma keyboardnya aja. saya mesti ngapain?"

one advantage from having a good friend is like this.
other division of my direktorat held a book launching at Borubudur. so, instead of going home and along that so damn-traffic jam along the way to destination, i finnaly took a rest at one of a 750 thousand rp-deluxe room there. we, three girls, in one two bed *united to be one* room along the night with talking and some gossips, of course. well, at least i didn't have to wake up so early this morning and can enjoy the time goes by more relaxable *ada gak sih kata ini?* besides, it just 5 minutes away walking to the office.

somebody asked me to teach him how to use microsoft access. he wants to create a small local database to help him manage his files. now the big question for me is how do i do that?


to use a tool such ms access, first you need to understand the database concept. so i have to teach him it first.
in database concept there are rules about do and don't. and i have to tell him as well.
there also term and definition like field, length of field, default value and so on. and i have to teach him also.
finally the data must be able to be extracted into a more familiar format like excel and i have to show him the way.


okay, i 'm opening a ms access short course now. the fee is only Rp 300.000.000,- for three hours class. how nice isn't it? so affordable.

speaking about complaints, two stories below can complete what the previous story said:
along the way home, in the bus, the are three ABG girls and one guy *it seemed they are collegue students, but the behaviour not represent it well* well, sitting in the crowded-non AC-bus, sure, are not comfortable for everybody. but, the atmosphere become worst since these three girls always talked and laughed so loud.


"hey, what the hell in their mind anyway?
did they think that they're all in their own comfort car that they can talk and laugh as laugh as they can?"
i knew it well, coz everybody in teh bus seems not enjoy the situation. with much much polluted air they've breath and hectic surrounding like that, i believe their ways try to make any attention, sure not work.


not so different with the above ones, yesterday was just the same. this time, two men, behind my seat, with their original style from kampung, with no guilty feeling just smoked as they want. smoking in the crowded-not much fresh air-bus? oh well, it's not kind of warteg or any place where you can do your bad habit. what indonesian people!

i agree with this gentleman about how some stupid ABG -pre teens, can be very annoying by doing some stupid fucking things like wRiTe LiKe tHis. * shit! my eyes are now like roller coaster! where's the earth anyway?*
and they think it is cool? *oh please somebody kick their azz! please.. please.. please..*
or there are some idiot who posted a long long long unparagraph posting. *damn! my eyes! you sannabitch, didn't your mama tell you to go to school? *


i almost missed the bus this morning. huh! always doing it in the last minute while i still need to check some stuff. habit, habit. don't they learn that i hate that kind of habit? i'm a man with a plan and always do something with a plan and i hate when a plan doesn't come together. and i used to include every possibility, every thing might happen into account.


so when i'm talking about the worst, that doesn't mean i become defeatism or have no enthusiasm. i'm just preparing the plan B. that's all.

i remember when i saw the battle scene in return of the king, i was wondering to myself: is this what's gonna be happened when we fight Dajjal and his army years later? at least it's not gonna be far from it. but who cares anyway, even many moslems still do not know this creature and what he's gonna do.

my beauty advisor suggests me to clean my face every night before bed so i went to the shop and returned with a bottle of Ovale maskulin and a pack of cempaka kapas kecantikan *cherry jangan ketawa*


i still got hatchiim hatchiim and sroot srooot . wish it's not gonna be worse.

what things to celebrate the postpone love anniversary??
- lunch at a resto but ended with fight n much complaints from him *again*
- surving whatever @ festival rasuna and collected many gratisan *mbak cherr.. kok ga ada ya kmr*
- eating mie ayam for dinner *some people said that noodle can make the relation will be lasting longer forever*
- jam 8 malem beduaan di kamar kost gue soalna mo nonton AFI
- and last but not least: one sweet kisses, of course

i don't celebrate valentine for three reasons: 1st it's not my style. 2nd it's not my style. 3rd it's not my style.
it doesn't mean that i'm "non US minded", just can't find enough acceptable reason to celebrate it. beside i feel it's sooo ABG class *puh! cuih! cuih!*, a group of trend follower people who know nothing but having fun and spend parent's money.


i also don't like the idea of being tighten to express the way we feel to once in a year. for those who say it's the moment we want to catch then i say what kind of stupid are you if you wait till 14th Feb just to tell the person you love how much your love is? let me tell ya what the perfect moment is:
it is when the person you love is down and needs a hug
it is when in the deepest night he/she feels lonely and you contact him/her
it is when you two just escaped from a big big problem in this life that makes you two hard to sleep for a moment and lost your weight.


more important question: what do we celebrate from this day called valentine? we never know either the story behind it is true or not and i don't care about this st. valentine. perhaps the romance is touching (again, if it's true) but that's all. it's only a love story from a man and a woman that ended up in tears. it is us who exposs it and god it.


there's an old story about a man who stopped at a flower shop to order some flowers to be wired to his mother who lived two hundred miles away. As he left the shop he noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing. the kid wanted to buy a rose for her mother, unfortunately she had no enough money.
the man bought her a rose and also drove her to her mama. the little girl directed him to cemetry and placed the rose on a freshly dug grave.
The man returned to the flower shop, cancelled the wire order,picked up a bouquet and drove the two hundred miles to his mother's house.


now that is love.


one more thing. i don't believe a candy chocolate can represent my feeling. and i choose to show the love i have any time, any where i like. perhaps a stealing kiss on forehead in the middle of hilarity.

Midnight. Not a sound from the pavement.
Has the moon lost her mem'ry. She is smiling alone.
In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan.


Mem'ry. All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days, I was beatiful then.
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the mem'ry live again.


Evr'y street lamp seems to beat a fatalistic warning.
Someone mutters and the street lamp gutters and soon it will be morning.


Daylight I must wait for the sunrise, I must think of a new life
And I mustn't give in.
When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin.


Burnt out ends of smoky days the stale cold smell of morning.
The street lamp dies another night is over,
another day is dawning.


Touch me. It's so easy to leave me
All alone with my mem'ry of my days in the sun.
If you touch me you'll understand what happiness is.
Look a new day has begun.


memory - chy'i

LOVING YOU


i'm not loving you with all my heart only
but I love you with my entire life


in every breath I take I think of you
in every night I sleep I dream of you
in every pray I make there's your name


when you gave me joy I was smiling
when you gave me pain I kept smiling
coz for you I hide my tears


you may know but didn't notice
coz you're too blind to see
or too deaf to hear


if I have power like Sulaiman
i will ask a bulbul to wake you up every morning
to make sure you won't miss the sun


or i ask the constellation
to stay with you at night
to tell you that i'm with you


though you let me down
or even you wasted me
i keep loving you
for a reason that I don't understand myself


but if someday you hear nothing about me
that would be the day when I stop loving you
coz Izrail has came down to see me
and I know that I have to go


*bulbul = burung kecil bersuara indah
*Izrail = malaikat pencabut nyawa


one sweet poem author by hawk i loved much
first time posted @ KG: 29.04.2002

sometimes i wish i can jump back into my warmly bed after do the morning prayer. especially when it is , and when i open my eyes later, it's already 10 am. and so i take the newspaper and have two packs of fried noodles for breakfast. after that i surely jump into my pc and be a maniac game till noon. about 2 pm, i take a bath, having lunch and............... return to the bed again


heh wake up now hawk and go back to work . ouch!

and now this person become a center of attention of all people in Indonesia.
all people here in my room just do the same. watching along that live-tv-show. who knows what the original final decision for him actually?

venus loves drama. mars loves horror (one-two-three freddy's coming to you...)
venus loves comedy. mars loves sci-fi (engange! long live the jedi!)
venus loves romance. mars loves thriller (ripley....! it's the alien queen....)
and soooooo it's hard to decide which movie to watch.


i like to say also that we only maintain data and software integrity. data entry absolutely not ours. so stop bugging us and start using your brain. if for some reason you can't then i suggest you to donate it.


btw, any of you kindly enough to share me about 300 million rupiah? i'll make sure that your name will stay till the end of time.

this is a confirmation message:



and this is an error message:



the point is, put a border line between the two above. not all of incoming message means error. read the news carefully and understand the meaning of it. don't act like some stupid that i know.

execuse me,
i think i left my heart with you
will you take care of it please?

1st anniversary

for your love and caring dear..
thank you for giving all i need
being a good companion all the times
being a good friend to fight and talk with
being a good listener to all the pain and joy
being the naughty one sometimes i miss a lot
thank you for being just the way you are


for my lovely and the only one bulbul
thanks for this amazing one year together with you

batik day

di tempat kerja, tiap jumat ada yang namanya batik day. hari ini tiap staff mulai dari bawah ampe kelas direktur dianjurkan untuk memakai batik. eh sebenarnya bukan pakaian batik aja sih, tapi pakaian nasional. jadi misalnya yg mo pake kain tenun dari flores ato kain kalimantan ato yang lain-lain boleh-boleh aja. tapi yah most sih.. pada pake batik tuh. hal ini udah berlangsung kira-kira sejak 5 bulanan yang lalu. emang sih baru sebatas anjuran, belum kewajiban, jadi ya masih ada di sana-sini yang make baju kerja biasa.


so, kalo hari jumat itu, kantor rasanya penuh dengan orang-orang yang seperti mo ke kondangan. hehe. sebagian malah bilang gini: "wah, kalo tiap jumat pake batik, abis deh baju gue buat ke kondangan" yah, harusnya pinter"nya milih pakaian aja yah. kalo gak mau kelihatan terlalu resmi, khan banyak tuh batik-batik yang agak trendi dan gaul macam keluaran batik keris ato yang murah-murah juga banyak dijual. untungnya, pas ke jogja kemarin, disempetin mampir di Beringhardjo dan beli batik yang lumayan berkesan casual. harganya juga gak mahal-mahal amat. jadi hari ini dipakelah batik itu, warna orange, rada ngejreng dikit sih, tapi modelnya lumayan ngepas badan n keliatan santai, siap buat dipake 'jalan'

got nothing to say this time except i'm bete. fuck!

pacar ketinggalan kereta...

wanna know what totally happened at long week end ago? here is the short story:
dimulai dari kejadian di Gambir, pada hari Jumat, pas mo berangkat kemaren. hujan badai di jakarta hari ini cukup bikin pusing. pasalnya gue udah nongkrong standby di sana jam 5-an, menunggu jadual keberangkatan jam 17.50 kereta Bima. but cuaca gak mendukung bikin si bulbul stuck di Kebon Jeruk, gak bisa gerak sama sekali dengan taxinya. walhasil, gue panik gitu deh di Gambir. 10 menit menjelang berangkat, bulbul belum nongol dan says gak mungkin bakal tepat waktu. akhirnya karna panik gue jual tiket buat 2 org itu ke calo dan cuman dapet ganti rugi kurang dari separuhnya! sutralah, kalo mo dibilang ketipu, yah jelas ketipu dan rugi banget. alhasil, akhirnya setelah bulbul dateng akhirnya ngantri lagi buat cari tiket taksaka yg brangkat jam 8.20 malamnya. thanks God, kita kebagian karcis. phuuhh... *legaa*


sabtu pagi nyampe di stasiun tugu. dijemput nyokap+adek. seharian banyakan leyeh-leyeh di rumah aja. soalnya bener" kecapekan. sorenya baru deh jalan ke Malioboro sampe malam. minggu, sholat ied bareng and pulangnya langsung makan opor ayam buatan nyokap *nyam* hari ini sempet muter-muter bentar ke Beringharjo, Mal Malioboro, Bakso Kuning Gading, Galeria, jalan Solo. Senin pagi masih nyante aja di rumah. siangnya baru deh jalan-jalan ma nyokap + adek having lunch at Paparon's dan mampir di pathuk beli oleh-oleh. malamnya udah deh, siap-siap di staisun perjalanan balik ke jkt. kronologis garis besarnya gitu deh.. 'detil' lainnya rahasiaa yaaah... hehehe