tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-101483842011-04-22T03:07:35.226+07:00:saung: n. an often small and temporary dwelling of simple construction :ku: adj. relating to me or myself especially as possessor :di: prep. used as a function word to indicate inclusion, location, or position within limits :belantara: n. something resembling a forest especially in profusion :maya: n. an artificial environment which is experienced through sensory stimuli (as sights and sounds) provided by a computer and in which one's actions partially determine what happens in the environment-rinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349880218485092076noreply@blogger.comBlogger441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10148384.post-81658445133553239652008-02-14T20:00:00.005+07:002008-02-14T20:10:54.099+07:00

ga terasasudah hampir setahunsejak posting terakhirapa lagi yang baru?tampilan blog ini, hari ini diperbaharuimaklum, berhubung katanya ga boleh berpesta palentinjadi waktunya dipakai untuk utak-atik blog sajamudah-mudahan dengan tampilan baru, semangat nulis juga jadi baru"Math is like love -- a simple idea, but it can get complicated"--R. Drabek

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we've passed two months of the "new" year 2007and I've started to wonder whether I've actedon all those things planned at the end of last yearwhat do people say about new year?oh, yea,"many people look forward to the new year for a new start on old habits"is that my case too?anyhow,what's new for me in 2007?two new research students,three new research grants,an editor-in-chief position in a math

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for unto us a Child is bornunto us a Son is givenmay the Son resides in our heart from this day onand may He leads us through a blessed 2007Merry Christmas, dear friends!

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it was a first for ITB Choir in many waysfirst major workfirst baroque piecefirst being conducted by a Maestro and we were brave enough to start practice on 11 Novemberonly 6 weeks and 10 sessions before the concert His yoke easy, His burthen is light four sessions with the Maestrowas it enough?with half of the choir coming late after a full-day workand half a dozen

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Udah ga ada (or Sudah tidak ada): literally means ”Doesn’t exist anymore”, a phrase used when someone passed awaySelamat jalan: a farewellOmpung: a Batak word for grandparent; Ompung Doli is granddad and Ompung Boru grandmaTulang: our mother’s brother; his wife is Nantulang. The Tulangs are considered as mora, the most important, respected, and influential people in a Batak family*****Ompung

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the question of the day is“are you over it?”and the answer is NOhowever, I know I must and will get over itsome memorable bits and pieces people said that worth written“it’s a lesson for ***, however at our expense”“kalau saya ngawur untuk diri sendiri tidak terlalu masalah,tapi begitu saya ngawur dan melibatkan banyak orang, itu masalah besar”“kok konyol sekali??!!”ps. more links are addedfound

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do you believe in an old saying,“everything happens for a reason”?well, I doand so why should it be bizarrewhen I realized that there were reasonswhy I wanted to write about the impossibility of seem-to-be-possible thingsand about my feelings of this supposedly cream of the cake institution I work forthey were all leading to this disappointing todayand what a BIG TIME disappointmentnow I should

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Have you ever loved somebody so pureeven though sometime that person never realized it?Have you ever loved somebody so strongthat you were willing to stand in for that person’s punishment?Have you ever loved somebody so deepthat you would actually die for that person?Have you ever?Happy Easter, my dear friendsMay the love of God bestowed upon youfrom this day on

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lying there,feeling the unbelievably salty water of Dead Sea on my backand gazing the blue sky of Israel,I started to think about the parable of the salt.it was said,“you are the salt of the world”and I completely agree.however…once upon a time,a friend who knew my load of work and my salary ;-)asked me why I wanted to be where I am now.I answered becausehere I can do and contribute thingswhich

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*courtesy of Rev. Andy Panggabean, our pastor during the Holy Land tripfrom the darkest place in the Garden of Gethsemaneto Kayafas’s dungeonto the narrow streets of Via Dolorosato Golgota’s calvarywalking through those placesI couldn’t help not to think about those men and womenthe followers, the disciples of Christon that Friday eveningall those darkness surrounding themthe emptiness they might

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when Moses stood on the top of Mount Nebowatching over the Canaan landI wonder what was going on in his mind.the land was so close in distancebut he knew that it is too far to reach.forty years leadership over a nation,a lifetime dedicated to reach the Promised Landwould not bring him to enter it.what did he feel?anger? disappointment? regret?what would you feel?when you give your best to reach

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well, it’s not really around the world,but on 28th March 2006,I’m officially a five-continent traveler :-)it all started in 1976when a four years old was carried along by her parentsto live in a small town in rural Australiatwenty nine years latershe had seen more cities than just Armidaleand witnessed the amazingly created landscape and scenery,made acquaintance with people from various

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(atau penuh makanan ya???)Jumat 10.00 Rapat persiapan acara pernikahan seorang teman (yang belum mau disebutkan namanya) di Black Coffibar.Karena konsep acara yang diinginkan kedua calon mempelai (hihihi) adalah ”musical”, susunan acara yang dibuat jadi sedikit berbeda, dan masih ada pe-er untuk memilih-milih lagu. Rapat kemudian berlanjut ke acara makan siang di Ciganea.Jumat 19.30 Jemput Budi

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Way back in 1990, in one of our vocal group sessions,our vocal instructor played a song performed by a then unknown groupand told us that this is what a vocal group suppose to sound.The sound of the song was beautifully touching,even for us eleventh graders who didn’t know much aboutvocal technique, harmony, and composition.It was love at the first encounterwhich made me tried to find out more

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With the amazing (and amazing is an underrated comment) performance by Take 6 in Java Jazz Festival last Saturday, one name is gone from my “must see” list. Still far from complete though and there is still quite a big possibility for it to grow.And here the list goes! (Have seen items written in blue)Choirs:Cambridge SingersHungarian National ChoirOreya (Bremen Choir Olympics, July 2004)Brigham

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tulisan ini akhirnya diposting juga di poetry of logic. sila lihat di sini.aku sebenernya mau posting ini di poetry of logic.tapi kok kayaknya kurang matematis ya.ditulis di sini aja deh.topik salah satu artikel terbaruku*adalah tentang non-eksistensi (ketidakadaan) graf** dengan sifat tertentu.untuk membuktikannya, aku pakai metoda standaryang namanya kontradiksi.dengan metoda kontradiksi,kita

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rabu kemarin, jam 8.30 pagi, nantulangku* dipanggil Tuhansetelah semalam menginap di Borromeus karena sesak napas.beliau sudah sepuh memang, 97 tahun.tapi karena selama ini nantulang selalu sehat,tetap aja berita ini mengagetkan buat kami.aku malah ga tahu sama sekali kalau nantulang masuk rumah sakitdan baru dihubungi hari rabu siangmelihat nantulang dibaringkan,rasanya terbayang

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it’s been a long while since my last post here.so while I’m here, I update several things.I’ve added new links:mico - the newly weds (congrats, mate!),therman – the puppy lover,hans – the piggy lover,and hast – newcastle’s old friend who writes serious and deep stuff :-)and oh, for those who like my writing on mathI’ve decided to close down “from coffee to theorem”and start to contribute to “

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some days ago, mer tagged me to do a list of five weird things about me. a tag game which have been going on for a while on the blog world; I never thought that it will eventually came to me though.anyway, mer hoped that this thingy will "force" me to blog (again). well, may this be a jump restart for the blog and may this will do my writing spirit good.so here we go… the five weird things of me…

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haven't done 'real' postings for quite a while nowhave to blame it on the *too* many classes(too many, what?, it's only three ;)so made this list to keep the blog up and running(thanks to rama who has started the whole thingy)BooksThe Message – Eugene PetersenPurpose Driven Life – Rick WarrenThe Kitchen God’s Wife - Amy TanMagic Graphs – Wall WallisThrough the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found

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so it’s time for Christmasa time when we can renew our faith,replenish our hopes,and express our love,the faith that becomes the firm foundation of all our hopesthe hope that is cultivated upon His unconditional loveand the love that prompted our faith and our hopesin celebration of thegreatest joy, deepest peace, and the richest lovethe heart can ever knowwishing you a meaningful

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these last few daysI've been reflecting (or more searching for an answer, I guess)one particular phrase over and over again.today I googled every word,choose #32 of each of the results,(32 – a number with a significant meaning)and came up with these images.so I googled my thoughtsand still am puzzled."Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here",asked Alice in Wonderland.“That

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pak,selasa 28 juni 2005 jam 8 lebih 20 menitbapak pulang ke rumah bapak yang sebenar-benarnyapak,saya ga tahu harus berkata apa lagimungkin karena sudah banyak yang dulu saya tulistapi pak,saya bersyukur saya sempat mengenal bapak walau dari jauhsempat membaca dan mendengar pemikiran-pemikiran bapakyang sangat membangun sayasekali lagi, terima kasih paksampai bertemu kembalidi rumah bapak, rumah

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banyak yang mungkin ga taukalau aku ini suka tenis.ya maen, ya nonton, ya baca, ya diskusi,macem-macem hal yang berhubungan dengan tenis.saking sukanya,sampai-sampai bela-belain mengunjungi tiga dari empat venue grandslam,flushing meadow aja yang belum. (kapan ya?)sampai-sampai pernah jadi gosongsewaktu nonton partainya roger federer,di bawah terik matahari di hari bersuhu 39 derajat,di lapangan

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a couple of days ago, a staff at cnrg itb,and the husband of a friend,received a warning from one media giant,for his action on forwarding particular emailsbelieved to defame one of the media’s journalists.this makes me wonder:what kind of emails are we allowed to forward?when we forward an email, does this mean we agree with its content?is there a written (and published) document about ethics

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beberapa hari terakhir ini,mobilku ndut-ndutan terus.digas, ndut-ndut,ganti gigi, ndut-ndut lagi.berhubung ga ngerti mesin,jadinya aku ga tau kenapa bisa begitu.mau ke bengkel,kok ya ga ada waktu minggu ini.sebulan terakhir ini,aku juga merasakan hal yang sama dengan hidupku.ga ada yang salah sebenarnya,sepertinya semua berjalan seperti apa yang aku inginkandan aku percaya, sejalan dengan ”The

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* pickpocketit was summer 2004 and a little black backpack stood in a shelf of a store close to mozartplatz, salzburg.when someone finally bought it,the little black backpack became a home toa pair of brown wallet and plannerthat came from down under,a little phone, a shiny metal disk ,and a hello bear stationery case.since then the little black backpack have traveledaccompanying the someone from

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for those of you who love math,or hate math,or are not sure on how to react towards math,I have opened a new blogdedicated to the things that I’ve learned when doing mathplease come and visitand I hope you’ll enjoy it!If people do not believe that mathematics is simple,it is only because they do not realize how complicated life is. ~John Louis von Neumann

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kira-kira sebulan yang lewatpapah memutuskan untuk berhenti merokok.kejutan besar untuk semua!setelah 51 tahun(papah merokok sejak usia 14)yang sebagian besarnya penuh dengan petatah-petitih berlegiun dokter,dengan omelan mamah,dan dengan gerundelan empat putri yang semuanya diimbasi gangguan pernapasan,(dari bronchitis, asmatis, sampai asma beneran)akhirnya bisa berhenti juga.senang!rumah

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last night in a chat,Myrfa told me that she didn’t know that I write poems.well, I don’t. at least I think that I don’t.I don’t remember I ever wrote a single poem.but I do write stories,most of which have personal meanings.and, in this blog, they are usually presented in a “poem-like style”(if such a word exists)I grew fond of the styleafter reading e-mails by pak Hasanuddin Z. Abidin’s,a

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cerita ini ditulis di Kosice, 5 September 2001seminggu setelah kunjunganku ke Vaticansewaktu aku di Roma, aku ke Vatican hari Rabu,hari di mana Paus memberikan berkat mingguannya.ribuan orang dari seluruh dunia antri panjang,konon sudah dimulai dari jam 6 pagi,walaupun acaranya baru akan dibuka jam 10.sekitar jam 9 pintu dibuka dan kami masuk.ternyata aula gedung itu disekat jadi dua,bagian depan

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what rings in your head when you hear the word Easter?eggs and bunnies?a long weekend?a busy Sunday?or the Christ who is risen?I first learned this Alfred H. Ackley's hymnsin a service in Islington Baptist 5 years agoand I remember it ever sinceI serve a risen Savior, He's in the world todayI know that He is living, whatever men may sayI see His hand of mercy, I hear His voice of cheerAnd just

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pak,kemarin saya menerima surat bapak di satu milistsurat yang bapak tulis di pembaringandi tengah sakit yang bapak rasapak,tak terasa airmata saya menetes sewaktu membacakisah bapak yang sudah 21 tahun berjuangmelawan kanker hati yang bapak deritapak,tidak dapat saya bayangkanbagaimana dalam keadaan terbeban beratbapak masih bisa melayani,masih bisa menggembalakan banyak orang,masih bisa menjadi

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I don’t know since when, how, and whylyrics of songs I knewkeep on popping at unforeseen momentskeep on ringing back and forth inside my headkeep on reminding me of old memorieswhen I saw a student with a blank starewhile others nodding enthusiasticallyClaude Michel Schronberg and Alain Boublil’s“Why God? Show Your hand Why can't one guy understand?”rang inside my head(to all my students reading

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these little stories are written in a span of timethey continued to growas each and everyday one new story unfoldedalthough the ending is still far from known,when a 5.2-scale quake hit Garut, a city South of Bandungtwo days ago at 1.05 pm,I felt it’s time to have others' eyes read themas a remembrance…as a reminder…tak kan mungkin kita berjalan, hidup dalam kesendirianpanas terik, hujan badai,

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office, four days before Christmasmarking exams on my desk,I saw a mother and a daughter passed the open doorthe mother, a lecturer at Unsyiah1, was a classmate in grad schoolher husband, the father, another former classmate,is a PhD student working in an office just across minethe mother stepped in and told the daughter“salam dulu tante, dek, kan besok kita pulang ke Aceh”2the tiny hand extended

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home, Sunday afternoon, 26 Decemberarrived late from church, dad turned the telie onsaid there was an earthquake in Aceh“besar?”1 I asked “6.8” he answeredI remembered those little eyesbut, “6.8” I thoughthome, that Sunday eveningas the scale was “revised” to be close to 9as no connection could be made to Banda Aceh,not even by the state TV who has a station thereI started to wonder and my

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staff’s reading room, Tuesday afternoon, 28 Decembermy colleagues sat circling the tablewith the father among themhe called his wife that Sunday morningat 7 am, 45 minutes before the quakethe wife was doing laundrythe daughter was playing in the yard with her cousinwhen he said that the house was only 2 km from the Ulee Lheu beach,I saw glimpses of two little eyes sparkling when the tiny lips

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office, Monday morning, 10 Januarya student came asking for special considerationhe didn’t sit in the final exam“kamu sakit?”1 I asked“saya dari Aceh, Bu”2as we talked about his family, his village, his current condition,I couldn’t help not to think aboutthe little eyes that sparked when the tiny lips smiled1 “were you sick?”2 “I’m from Aceh, Mam”to be continued

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Kartika Sari café resto, Tuesday lunch time, 11 Januarythe secretary of department shareda call he received today from the fatherthe father could not reach his housethree-four-meters high junks and trashescovered the area where the house used to behe could only see from afarnot knowing what’s under all those wastethe search effort from camp to campwas fruitlesseverybody in the house,including his

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head of department office, Wednesday morning, 12 Januarywalking passed by the boss’ office,on my way to student’s final presentation,I saw a mother and her son,a familiar face of a senior who also teach at UnsyiahI stopped by and heard a miraculous storyfrom someone been drifted and drawn and savedthe boy stood there beside his motherI tried to search for sparks, for smilesno spark, no smileI

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office, two days ago, around 1.15 pmturning my keys to open my office doorwhen the door of the office across openedthe father was thereand asked whether I felt an earthquake just nowa big one, he saidI answered, I just came back from a meeting downstairsand didn’t feel anythingI looked into his eyesI wanted to say somethingI just didn’t know whatall I saw was the little eyes that sparked when the

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what would you do, when a ten metres high wave was just there behind your back what would you say, when your beloved ones dissapeared in stream of water flowing in a jetlike speed what would you think, when bodies of people and all kind of earthly possesions passed by your very own eyes what would you... what would I... what would we... "where are you, you whom I seek to know are you the one

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and here I am, crunching keyboard, flowing letters, weaving words for this very first blog of mine.what will happen to this tiny hut in the virtual universe made just by a matter of a click, I wonder....and in the end there will be..."but words are things, and a small drop of ink,falling, like dew, upon a thought producesthat which makes thousands, perhaps millions think."-- Lord George Gordon

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