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be brave, be happy and always be yourself….


By Sarah McMane

“Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be.” – Clementine Paddleford

Never play the princess when you can
be the queen:
rule the kingdom, swing a scepter,
wear a crown of gold.
Don’t dance in glass slippers,
crystal carving up your toes —
be a barefoot Amazon instead,
for those shoes will surely shatter on your feet.

Never wear only pink
when you can strut in crimson red,
sweat in heather grey, and
shimmer in sky blue,
claim the golden sun upon your hair.
Colors are for everyone,
boys and girls, men and women —
be a verdant garden, the landscape of Versailles,
not a pale primrose blindly pushed aside.

Chase green dragons and one-eyed zombies,
fierce and fiery toothy monsters,
not merely lazy butterflies,
sweet and slow on summer days.
For you can tame the most brutish beasts
with your wily wits and charm,
and lizard scales feel just as smooth
as gossamer insect wings.

Tramp muddy through the house in
a purple tutu and cowboy boots.
Have a tea party in your overalls.
Build a fort of birch branches,
a zoo of Legos, a rocketship of
Queen Anne chairs and coverlets,
first stop on the moon.

Dream of dinosaurs and baby dolls,
bold brontosaurus and bookish Belle,
not Barbie on the runway or
Disney damsels in distress —
you are much too strong to play
the simpering waif.

Don a baseball cap, dance with Daddy,
paint your toenails, climb a cottonwood.
Learn to speak with both your mind and heart.
For the ground beneath will hold you, dear —
know that you are free.
And never grow a wishbone, daughter,
where your backbone ought to be.


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Thank you, Steve Jobs!

I am one of the millions of people that write about you now you’ve passed away. I have been a big fan of you, Apple and your products for a long time. I have posted your speech at Stanford University back in 2008 on my blog and you can find the video on Youtube too.

I just wanna thank you for being such an inspiring man with your speech and your creations too. I am a Mac user and I can’t thank you enough for making it possible to do so many things with Apple products. Your products are so enjoyable and beautiful. It really enables me to be as close as I possibly can be with all the professionals in the world, from making a short movie for my in-laws to creating a photo album for my parents in Indonesia. My iPhone really helps me to get through the hectic and disastrous days at the office and also makes it possible to share the joy and laughter with my friends and family.

In times like this when i feel i am not what i want to be in my career, one part of your speech really inspires me:

 You’ve got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers.Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it.

Don’t settle.”

I will keep on looking and working to find the true love in my work. I won’t settle.

Now you’re not here anymore, I believe you’ll be remembered and in every corner of the world have your legacy in many different shapes of your inventions and products. One thing for sure is that  you’ll always be inspiring a lot of people with your products, vision, management, charisma.. so many things. So many messages, candles and mourners on the day you passed away is a proof that you make a better world.


T.H.A.N.K.  Y.O.U

I typed this on my iMac.


Again, cancer has taken a life of someone that i care for. I hope one day we can find the cure.

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It’s a nice article taken from NY Times.  As a parent, I always want to give the best for Kirana but I hope I will remember that  she has her own passion.

Help Them, Teach Them, but Don’t Live Through Them

Published: October 23, 2010

THE woman corners me after I give a speech about college admissions.

“My son isn’t the best student,” she begins, “but we think he has a good chance of getting into. …”

I can guess: Stanford or Duke, Yale or Northwestern. I’m sure I already know the story. The boy has a B-plus average and disappointing SAT scores, but Dad went there, and a family friend used to work in the admissions office.

For seven years, I’ve crisscrossed the country, discussing what I learned while writing two books about teenagers. Help your children find their hidden talents, I advise parents. Teach your children to be independent. Don’t live your dreams through your son or daughter.

As this mother shares her application strategies, I want to recommend that she let her son find his path. I stay quiet, though, because I’m struggling to follow my own advice.

Somewhere in my files, I have a photo of my son, Benjie, and me on the steps of the admissions office of my alma mater, Brown University. We were framed by glowing yellow forsythia, and I was beaming.

Benjie was 2 weeks old.

At the time, I was a fellow at Harvard. Soon after, I did a brief teaching stint at Dartmouth’s Tuck School of Business. I secretly hoped my son would go to one of those Ivy campuses. Maybe I saw that as the seal of approval for my parenting — my boy in Cambridge, Mass., or Hanover, N.H., or Providence, R.I.

Benjie demonstrated, by his nature, that he had other plans. In kindergarten, he was the restless one who preferred exploring to listening to directions. When a private school turned him down for first grade, I felt I’d been gut-punched.

The homework wars erupted in fourth grade — a 20-minute assignment stretched on for three hours, punctuated by cries of “I hate writing!” Later, while I tried to explain long division, he stormed out of the house. He stayed in the yard till dark, digging holes and watching birds.

I pushed enrichment; he refused to try “stupid” scouting. He dropped soccer. Basketball lasted long enough for me to buy a uniform.

Experts analyzed Benjie with standardized tests, and I fretted over his percentiles and hired tutors. At the same time, it seemed most of my friends’ preteens were doing genome research.

Benjie is 14 now. At that age, I pestered teachers for extra-credit assignments. Benjie is satisfied with a C; he doesn’t understand why anyone cares about spelling words correctly; the notion of revising an essay is foreign to him.

At 14, I knew I wanted to be a writer. When I ask Benjie what he sees himself doing in 10 years, he answers vaguely about working with animals. But he most likely won’t be a vet — too much chemistry and biology, he says.

And yet Benjie has so much that I lack. As a teenager, I was a shy, awkward outsider. The other day, walking through Benjie’s school for a meeting, I saw him regaling a group of kids in the hallway with some fascinating tale.

More important, he’s developed empathy. When he and six other students saw a classmate accused of shoplifting on a school trip, Benjie persuaded the others to avoid gossiping.

Last summer, I envisioned Benjie toiling in a lab at science camp, but I lost the will to fight another battle. Instead, I sent him to stay with my brother and sister-in-law, who breed dogs. At their house, work begins at 5:30 a.m., seven days a week. Benjie would have to follow orders without excuses.

Three hundred miles away, I waited for the call begging to come home. Instead, I got one-word texts like “awsomme” — misspelled every time, in true Benjie fashion.

When the visit ended, my sister-in-law sent a note saying that Benjie had pitched in tirelessly with chores and even cleaned the yard after 17 spaniels dirtied it. He groomed dogs for two hours straight without getting antsy.

“Benjie is an amazing kid and human being,” she wrote. “He is smart, funny, curious, caring.”

Twelfth grade is a few years away, but I’m already imagining Benjie’s application essay: “My name is Benjamin but no one calls me that. I’m an animal-loving, cello-playing, cross-country-running nomad who has gone to six school districts in three states because of my dad’s stupid career.”

I spend a lot of time in high-pressure communities, speaking to anxious mothers and fathers like me. We want our children to go to great colleges and prepare for a brutal job market.

Still, I tell families to stop obsessing about campuses with marquee names. I’ve visited dozens of little-known schools where professors are far more engaged in teaching than members of Ivy League faculties. Also, in this economy, I can make a strong case for going to community college, mastering a trade or taking a gap year to earn money.

Above all, I urge parents of high school juniors and seniors not to see their kids as SAT and ACT scores and G.P.A.’s, but as creative, unpredictable, unprogrammable teenagers with their own gifts.

Like my son, Benjie.

David L. Marcus is the author of “Acceptance: A Legendary Guidance Counselor Helps Seven Kids Find the Right Colleges — and Find Themselves” (Penguin Press).

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moving to netherlands?

just arrived at Cork… home sweet home! will sleep soon since it’s 10.25 pm already, should go to the office tomorrow.
we really have a great time, it’s a surprise traveling for dad’s 60 birthday, went to keukenhof to fulfill my madness about flowers (esp. tulips and orchids), meet with my old friends Anita Fei (still gorgeous and bubbly). really really great holiday!
but it also make me wants to live in netherlands, makes me want to get my master degree more, learn dutch, and hopefully can get the job over there….
gonna be nice to live close to Mum n Dad’s place. well, i wanna live close to Mami and Papi too, but well… living in Indonesia is not my choice for right now.
will tell you more later, too tired now… wanna bobo… good night!

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blessed years…

happy new year,everybody!!!
2006 is amazing for me,so many reason to be thankful in 2006. first, that finally i can move to ireland to be with my hubby, the guy who really love me and put his trust in me.he really believe that i can cook, and i’m really happy to prove that he’s right. well, actually i’m cooking not because i want to but in the matter of survival. grown up with bakso, pempek, kolak, and all yummy indonesian foods, living in the country where rice and sambal are something special, no maid who can do all things,forces me to cook and fulfill my hunger for indonesian food. thanks to internet  i can find nice recipes and of course, the support from my hubby who really loves to be a guinea pig for my foods 😛
i started with cooking chicken ala kung pao and end 2006 with cooking Ayam Kodok and making a nice Carrot Cake. oh, i’m so proud of myself that i can cook and a lot of people love my cooks.
i still remember how disastrous my first dinner party was, because the rice is not good (the rice is different from indo’s rice, and i put to much bird eye’s chilli on my food! come on, i didn’t know if bird eye’s chillies are cabe rawit!).
but now, i’m more confident with my dinner party, and i love to introduce indonesian food to my guests, can’t wait to have our first dinner party on next saturday, celebrating my love’s birthday, i wanna make some Opera Cake, i hope i really can make it.
even though my career is not that glamorous in 2006, i’m so thankful to God for the opportunity that i get to work at Apple. from this experience i learn a lot of things, from the western working culture,finding out that  my communication skills in english are not that brilliant, and how long "gemme two minutes" actually is in ireland. even my position is not permanent but from the money that i get, i know that i’m worth it.

moving to another place means making a new friends, and i’m so glad that i can meet with a lot of wonderful and special friends here.not only indonesian friends, but also from around the world.btw, "hi, how are you?" is a general greeting in cork, so sometime they didn’t mean to hear your answer about how you are 🙂

the hardest part is when i miss my church and the choir…singing in choir is really fancy thing here. but i start to learn to play violin, i still keep in touch with music 🙂

Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my father!
There is no shadow of turning with Thee;
Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not:
As thou hast been Thou forever wilt be.

Great is Thy faithfulness,
Great is Thy faithfulness,
Morning by morning new mercies I see:
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord unto me!

and winter, and springtime and harvest,
Sun, moon and stars in their courses above,
Join with all nature in manifold witness
To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.

for sin and a peace that endureth.
Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide,
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow
Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!

it’s not just a song, but it’s really true.God never said that i will have an easy live, but He give me the strength to face the challenge. so that’s why my life is so beautiful and i can say that i’m so lucky all throughout my life. just count your blessing and you will feel the same… (eh, so lucky is included when you find your favorite product is now in 70% discount now :P)
i can’t say that my life is so smooth and easy, but well, i’m just thankful for everything and to know that God is with you is the greatest gift in this world.
i really like this song, "all i have needed Thy hand hath provided", so no worries about the future and blame for the past….

i’m still the old ovie, who really misses her friends in indo, who loves to chat with them all and find out the latest gossip of the friends, who loves to sing in the choir, who still believes that Keanu is the most handsome guy in this world (and he’s not gay!),who prefers to take becak or other transport that’s available rather than take a walk,who really loves to eat that Bubur in front of GII and cheer the seller and calling him "Franky", who still rewinds the memories that she had with Clara on "dumb and dumber experience’s in Jogja,Magelang, Semarang", who still figures out how to pay "nasi timbel" close to masjid Istiqamah that she forgot to paid because she ran away to catch the angkot (and it’s big rain!!!), who still remembers that irene once said " i will consider you, if i’m still single at 35"  to my male friend when three of us are hang out. but hey! she will get married soon :).

thank you for everybody who touched my life, welcome 2007! i will be a better me….

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well, our car is broken now and we can’t use it for couple days until it’s fixed and of course i’m so mad with that bastard that tried to steal our car. but well, i don’t want it to spoil our christmas. i won’t complain about going everywhere by public transport and try to "enjoy" the freezing weather or bitching about our bad luck with the car. i don’t want this thingy ruining our christmas. because if i’m so upset and mad, then i’ll lose twice. i don’t think the bastard still thinking about our car, maybe he already try to chase another car, or thinking about how miserable that asian woman is, who struggles with the cold weather where her hometown is always above 20 degrees Celsius all year long. well, it’s not fair, of course… but i believe there’s a reason for everything.
and i feel so  bad and so sorry because i put the word "F**K", i know it’s not nice, but i won’t delete that, it will be a reminder for me to be more controllable in everything. swearing didn’t solve anything, and saying a bad words won’t help at all.

i’m so glad that Garda (Police in Ireland) come to our place so fast after we call them. and yeah, i still can’t believe that it happened in front of our house (hmmm, so we sleep like a pig :P) and it really surprised me that we didn’t bitch about it. after the Garda came, i just make some spring roll and we just enjoy and chill on this saturday, watch some crap on tv, and order pizza for dinner. we know that since it’s christmas we won’t find any garage (bengkel di indo) that is open, maybe until new year…
but well, don’t think complaining will make live easier. it’s unfair for us but who said life is fair? still i feel i’m a lucky woman, and nothing can change it. it’s only a car, not a big deal… at least i have some nice stories to tell to my family in indo and put on the blog 🙂
God bless me with a lot of beautiful things, esp. that i can be together with my lovely hubby forever, so one bad thing won’t count…
Nothing can ruin my Christmas, the best day of the year, a greatest gift for the world when the Savior came to save us. Joy to the world, everybody! may peace be in your heart and soul. Merry Christmas!!! Jesus loves you!!!

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damn, it’s almost christmas and something bad happen! somebody try to steal our car and Thanks God, it didn’t happen, but they destroyed the starter thingy… so now we can’t use the car. in this damn cold weather, we should use the public transport!
well, just like i’ve told you that we stay close to that bronx area, so well… it’s time to move i guess….

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