<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506</id><updated>2011-10-02T07:48:33.094-07:00</updated><category term='teamwork'/><category term='job'/><category term='thankful'/><title type='text'>.... me, myself and my story ....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-3099745017277134685</id><published>2011-10-02T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T07:48:33.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teamwork'/><title type='text'>It's the team that matters the most, not you!</title><content type='html'>It's very rare for someone to really work alone. In fact, I think, nobody works alone. Somehow in the team, there are always people who think that they themselves are more than the team. This kind of people will put their own interest ahead of the team and it would be very hard to find them sacrificing themselves for the team. If they did, it is only when they feel like it or is it only a show off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I won't continue any longer on that topic. I just don't like to dwell there :) it is far better to speak about more positive things, like this one I'm going to tell. I just read a soccer news (&lt;a href="http://soccernet.espn.go.com/news/story/_/id/964928/sir-alex-ferguson-eyes-four-more-years-at-manchester-united?cc=4716"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) and there's an interesting saying about teamwork. The one that I will always keep in my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's like swallows. They always fly together in a group, in a V  formation, and those at the front do the majority of the work. And they  alternate regularly. If one swallow flies out of formation, two others go to get him and  bring him back into the group. It's the same in my teams - sacrifice,  friendship, and the giving of oneself to the team.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;(Sir Alex Ferguson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Teamwork, it's about the sacrifice, friendship and the giving of oneself to the team. I do believe that if everybody in the team think like this, not only we're going to see a lot of sacrifices but more than that. We will see a lot of joy and laughter in the togetherness of the team through the hard times and the good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wish that everybody that I work with have the same spirit but as everyone knows, life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get. One thing for sure! If I got one that doesn't have the team spirit, I will always show him the good thing about teamwork and hopefully he will learn and have the good team spirit at last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-3099745017277134685?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/3099745017277134685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=3099745017277134685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/3099745017277134685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/3099745017277134685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-team-that-matters-most-not-you.html' title='It&apos;s the team that matters the most, not you!'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-2398314081672823684</id><published>2011-09-11T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T09:26:28.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know whom I have believed (I know not why God's wondrous grace)</title><content type='html'>This morning at church, this hymn was sang. And it reminded me exactly what I should do since days or even weeks ago. I got job offers and I decided that I'm going to make the decision during this weekend. But still this thing was, if I could say, running crazy in my mind. I considered all possibilities and all aspects and they were endless :)&lt;br /&gt;At one moment, I decided to go this way, but upon hearing other facts then I decided to go that way. And it went on and on, I tried many things to steer it to my so called ideal plan. But it just won't go as I wish it would.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know it's time for me to get off, be still, open my eyes and ears. And I'm sure that I will be surprised by how God will lead me and show me the way.... as he already had and will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know not why God's wondrous grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;      To me He hath made known,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Nor why, unworthy, Christ in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;      Redeemed me for His own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I know Whom I have believed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;        And am persuaded that He is able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;        To keep that which I've committed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;          Unto Him against that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    I know not how this saving faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;      To me He did impart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Nor how believing in His word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;      Wrought peace within my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    I know not how the Spirit moves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;      Convincing men of sin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Revealing Jesus through the Word,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;      Creating faith in Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    I know not what of good or ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;      May be reserved for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Of weary ways or golden days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;      Before His face I see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    I know not when my Lord may come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;      At night or noon-day fair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Nor if I'll walk the vale with Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;      Or meet Him in the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer is that God will forgive me for my foolishness in not looking to Him for this matter, thinking that I could handle it and steer it myself. How conceited I was, amazing grace how sweet the sound... I was blind but now I see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-2398314081672823684?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/2398314081672823684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=2398314081672823684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/2398314081672823684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/2398314081672823684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-know-whom-i-have-believed-i-know-not.html' title='I know whom I have believed (I know not why God&apos;s wondrous grace)'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-8365863729079728513</id><published>2011-03-20T11:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T11:25:51.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember this when you are angry</title><content type='html'>I've been watching myself, my family and my colleagues recently and especially during their worse time. Each time the anger came out and after it subsided, regret always follows. But the damage has been done and sometimes it could not be recovered. There's always a price to be paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came to my mind that each time we're angry, it is more like we are pressing the self destruct button. But more than that, it is like pressing destroy surrounding button. Not only us, but the people surrounding got hurt also. Our wife, husband, children, closest friends or mour aybe colleagues. Do we really want to hurt them? or do we really want to hurt ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really think that it's okay to hurt yourself, then at least consider this one fact. Your creator, the one who weaved you while you're still in your mother's womb, He loves you more than you do love yourself. And if I could say this, your creator doesn't deserve it. If you hurt his creation, it hurts the creator also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, take some time. Be still, go to the place where you could at least sit down and close your eyes. There still so many ways to act besides being angry, so many kindness could be done, so many beautiful things you will see. If and only if, you'll surrender your anger and have mercy on the one who angers you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness and peace does go hand in hand, a beautiful fact that is often forgotten. How to forgive? Hmm... sometimes the eyes need to meet with the creator eyes to be able to see the beautiful things unseen yet and will be seen when forgiveness comes to action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-8365863729079728513?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalm%2037:8&amp;version=NIV' title='Remember this when you are angry'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/8365863729079728513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=8365863729079728513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/8365863729079728513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/8365863729079728513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2011/03/remember-this-when-you-are-angry.html' title='Remember this when you are angry'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-6569330913281328374</id><published>2009-01-18T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T08:23:29.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The love of God</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Could we with ink the ocean fill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And were the skies of parchment made,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Were every stalk on earth a quill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And every man a scribe by trade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;To write the love of God above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Would drain the ocean dry;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nor could the scroll contain the whole,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Though stretched from sky to sky&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted above is the 3rd verse of a wonderful song, The Love of God, by &lt;a href="http://library.timelesstruths.org/music/_/Lehman_Frederick_M/?sortby=author"&gt;Frederick M. Lehman&lt;/a&gt;. One said that this verse was written on a prison wall, which even put more beauty on the meaning of this verse.&lt;br /&gt;Let's step aside from our busy day for a moment and take a minute just to really read the verse. I hope that it will be a blessing to you as it already blessed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the whole lyric :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="document lyrics"&gt;     &lt;div class="verses"&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li class="first"&gt;The love of God is greater far&lt;br /&gt;Than tongue or pen can ever tell;&lt;br /&gt;It goes beyond the highest star,&lt;br /&gt;And reaches to the lowest hell;&lt;br /&gt;The guilty pair, bowed down with care,&lt;br /&gt;God gave His Son to win;&lt;br /&gt;His erring child He reconciled,&lt;br /&gt;And pardoned from his sin.  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="refrain"&gt;&lt;span class="refrain"&gt;Refrain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!&lt;br /&gt;How measureless and strong!&lt;br /&gt;It shall forevermore endure—&lt;br /&gt;The saints’ and angels’ song.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When hoary time shall pass away,&lt;br /&gt;And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,&lt;br /&gt;When men who here refuse to pray,&lt;br /&gt;On rocks and hills and mountains call,&lt;br /&gt;God’s love so sure, shall still endure,&lt;br /&gt;All measureless and strong;&lt;br /&gt;Redeeming grace to Adam’s race—&lt;br /&gt;The saints’ and angels’ song.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Could we with ink the ocean fill,&lt;br /&gt;And were the skies of parchment made,&lt;br /&gt;Were every stalk on earth a quill,&lt;br /&gt;And every man a scribe by trade;&lt;br /&gt;To write the love of God above&lt;br /&gt;Would drain the ocean dry;&lt;br /&gt;Nor could the scroll contain the whole,&lt;br /&gt;Though stretched from sky to sky.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-6569330913281328374?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://library.timelesstruths.org/music/The_Love_of_God/' title='The love of God'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/6569330913281328374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=6569330913281328374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/6569330913281328374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/6569330913281328374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-of-god.html' title='The love of God'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-5333755041252999487</id><published>2008-12-01T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T10:47:35.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><title type='text'>Thankful list</title><content type='html'>Here's my "growing" thankful list :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have the most beautiful and understanding wife.. yep, I'm the luckiest guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I run over no nails today (hey, I'm riding a motorcycle, I should be grateful here :)).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sewer in my house works! Yes, if it simply just work and nothing stuck inside (whatever it is).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have the happiest boy on earth. It may seems that I may be exaggerating, but not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My son can tell if he wants to pee :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My son can sleep alone... not until you have a child that you'll understand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't feel any pain when I swallow my food. You have to imagine that there's a blister on your throat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm blessed with a DAUGHTER!!! Yes, a DAUGHTER!!! :) completes my family. (a bit late entrying this one though)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learn about the meaning of being loyal to your company in a nice way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's a beautiful scene to see my son cares for his little sis.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I felt what it was like to be in an end user office (though as a vendor support)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw &lt;a href="http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2011/03/remember-this-when-you-are-angry.html"&gt;anger &lt;/a&gt;and how it could led to evil. A very sad fact.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still can see the beauty of forgiveness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Both my children are healthy though the weather seems to be strange lately (it's very hot and suddenly it rained very hard)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My son said "Papa, I glad you're back!!!", hearing this really froze me. It sounded good to my ear... no, it sounded GREAT and it will always sound GREAT :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have the most beautiful wife :) been thru good and bad together and it still feels blessed to have her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walking together with my wife for 15 years (it's 2011! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-5333755041252999487?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/5333755041252999487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=5333755041252999487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/5333755041252999487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/5333755041252999487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2008/12/thankful-list.html' title='Thankful list'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-1439662287905473134</id><published>2008-10-29T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:09:11.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>Enjoying your job</title><content type='html'>Yes, enjoying your job is one of few important factors that you should experience in your working place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen many of my friends quitting from their job because they just can't enjoy their job, the reasons are many, but the point is they just can't enjoy their job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For employer, I'd like to share the fact that if you treat and respect your employees, listen to them and if you can make them feel at home, you will surely have a loyal and productive employees.&lt;br /&gt;Treat your employees the way you don't want to be treated, underestimate them and surely it will be the perfect recipe for disaster in your office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely, blessed are those who able to enjoy their jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-1439662287905473134?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/1439662287905473134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=1439662287905473134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/1439662287905473134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/1439662287905473134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2008/10/enjoying-your-job.html' title='Enjoying your job'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-390526093048342478</id><published>2008-09-16T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:54:53.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Following someone's path</title><content type='html'>During my way home, I was riding my motorcycle following an ojek running quite fast.&lt;br /&gt;After a while following the ojek, I began to realize, if I keep following the ojek, when will I go past him? I have to take a different lane to get past him, cannot just following him (benefit of following the ojek is he is the one who make the way between cars and motorcycles, I could just relax and follow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brought to my mind, when I was working long time ago still a junior, I had a role model, what he learn that I want to learn. If I want to advance further ahead of him, that might mean I have to take a different way. Yep, that's what I think and I think that's what I will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-390526093048342478?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/390526093048342478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=390526093048342478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/390526093048342478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/390526093048342478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2008/09/following-someones-path.html' title='Following someone&apos;s path'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-3353239566533513475</id><published>2008-08-22T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T19:32:59.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small thing matters!</title><content type='html'>Lately I learned about proverbs on small things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smallest thing counts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Small task, if you do it wholeheartedly it is destined to become BIG&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Lord, help me to do great things as though they were little, since I do them with Your power; and little things as though they were great, since I do them in Your name.” (Blaise Pascal prayer)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Four things are among the smallest on the earth, and yet are exceedingly wise:..." (Proverbs 30.24-28)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A thousand mile journey starts with a small step&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The smallest thing outlives the human being (irish proverb)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For even the smallest things can spark a chain of events which could take you to a better life (&lt;a href="http://willshakespeare.wordpress.com/2008/02/04/the-mexican-proverb/"&gt;someone's blog&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Great consolation may grow out of the smallest saying. (Swiss-German proverb)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wink at small faults, for you have great ones yourself. (Scottish proverb)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The warrior of the light pays attention to small things, because they can get in the way (&lt;a href="http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/07/01/reflections-of-the-warrior-of-the-light-19/"&gt;someone's blog&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A thorn, however small, causes the traveler to interrupt his journey (&lt;a href="http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/07/01/reflections-of-the-warrior-of-the-light-19/"&gt;someone's blog&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A small and invisible cell can destroy a healthy organism (&lt;a href="http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/07/01/reflections-of-the-warrior-of-the-light-19/"&gt;someone's blog&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A fraction of a second is enough to lower the guard for the enemy’s fatal blow (&lt;a href="http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/07/01/reflections-of-the-warrior-of-the-light-19/"&gt;someone's blog&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The memory of an instant of fear in the past, can often cause cowardice to return each morning (&lt;a href="http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2008/07/01/reflections-of-the-warrior-of-the-light-19/"&gt;someone's blog&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The devil resides in small things (old proverb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I believe there are still more proverbs on it. Things that we all should learn, don't underestimate small things, don't be unwilling to do small things, live humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-3353239566533513475?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/3353239566533513475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=3353239566533513475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/3353239566533513475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/3353239566533513475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2008/08/small-thing-matters.html' title='Small thing matters!'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-1395060729306888873</id><published>2008-08-20T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:14:40.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the same side as God</title><content type='html'>"I do not boast that God is on my side,” wrote Abraham Lincoln. “I humbly pray that I am on God’s side.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I add to it? None.&lt;br /&gt;I will go along with the prayer of Abraham Lincoln, "May I be on God's side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On whose side are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-1395060729306888873?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/1395060729306888873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=1395060729306888873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/1395060729306888873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/1395060729306888873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-same-side-with-god.html' title='On the same side as God'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-4968123318611924005</id><published>2008-05-21T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T06:36:01.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ku lihat yang datang dan yang berpulang</title><content type='html'>13&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;th&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; May 2008, 9.50am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latter hurts... quite deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so much to even think about it, it made me realize that I can do nothing about the life and death of every one I love... it seems like my heart stop beating, can't breath, can't think... have to go back to my Maker, the One who holds the final decision. Give thanks seems to be absurd, but I'm taught to give thanks in all circumstances. I believe my Maker will lead me through and He will, yes He will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog serves as a tribute to my late father, from whom I learn about patience, life, the beauty of listening, understanding and forgiving, and a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My deepest gratitude to my late father, will not forget you ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-4968123318611924005?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/4968123318611924005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=4968123318611924005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/4968123318611924005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/4968123318611924005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2008/05/ku-lihat-yang-datang-dan-yang-berpulang.html' title='Ku lihat yang datang dan yang berpulang'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-578226444877109353</id><published>2007-10-12T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T02:01:15.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Office boy</title><content type='html'>Don't ever underestimate the presence of office boys/girls. Do you ever imagine what an office will be without them? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, in the office, where everybody else take a holiday, no office boys just security guy (guy not guys). At least there is somebody who would replace the water jar :)&lt;br /&gt;But who will wash the dirty dishes? no one. So, until the next 3 working days, no office boys, dirty dishes, a security guy, rare neighbours, that's what I've to live with in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't underestimate office boys, they're there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-578226444877109353?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/578226444877109353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=578226444877109353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/578226444877109353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/578226444877109353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2007/10/office-boy.html' title='Office boy'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-2893255542761756370</id><published>2007-10-07T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T00:16:18.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not forgotten</title><content type='html'>The year before (2006), while I was in my previous company (not mentioning it here :) ,&lt;br /&gt;I was stressed and never ever in my job I was stressed like that.&lt;br /&gt;And then suddenly (back then) in my mailbox came up an e-card, opened it up and I was pretty comforted. Many days after, an e-card came up again, more comfort again in my stressful day. More e-cards followed for some period, bringing with it encouragement, hope, love and comfort,  always in my stressful days (at the right moment somehow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, each time I remember those e-cards, I'm very grateful that I'm not forgotten. Those e-cards came at the right time, she who sent those e-cards long before my stressful days, didn't know how those e-cards will help me through my days, but God knows. Yes, I'm not forgotten! Not by my God, not by my wife. No, I'm not forgotten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel that you're forgotten?.. No, no way, not in all possible ways, You're not forgotten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peace and God bless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Currently listening to "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Are Not Forgotten&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-2893255542761756370?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/2893255542761756370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=2893255542761756370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/2893255542761756370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/2893255542761756370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-not-forgotten.html' title='I&apos;m not forgotten'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-115450705670151250</id><published>2006-08-01T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T01:24:16.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you enjoy your job?</title><content type='html'>Do you enjoy your job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could enjoy my job, is it a foolish wish?&lt;br /&gt;I see some people enjoying their job, but I also see some don't.&lt;br /&gt;Not enjoying the job sometimes will make us feel miserable during working, we must have something to motivate us to go to the office. What that thing is? we must set it up, no matter what we must have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To enjoy our job is indeed a blessing more than any would realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-115450705670151250?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/115450705670151250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=115450705670151250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/115450705670151250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/115450705670151250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-you-enjoy-your-job.html' title='Do you enjoy your job?'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-115320804719700793</id><published>2006-07-18T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:34:07.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you stand up?</title><content type='html'>How do you stand up when all things are (or seems) against you?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will have their own way to stand up, either relying on themselves, counting on others or many other ways, the way that is chosen will show what/whom they're putting their trust upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, a man who even can't stand on my own, who don't know anything about my future, who was and somehow still acts a fool, who learn to be humble but end up being proud with myself, who see nothing good in myself, in my Lord is where I find refuge ever and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-115320804719700793?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/115320804719700793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=115320804719700793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/115320804719700793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/115320804719700793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-do-you-stand-up.html' title='How do you stand up?'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-115320635150069323</id><published>2006-07-17T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:09:48.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The foolishness of trusting men</title><content type='html'>The foolishness of trusting men, I've known this sentence for a long time ago, I believe that it's true. But not until now that I "have" it myself, how a human being is so individualistic, so looking after his own interests. It dissapointed me in the first time, but when this word is coming back, I see that indeed it is my foolishness to trust in men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me Lord,  help me not to put my hope in any rocks other than you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-115320635150069323?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/115320635150069323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=115320635150069323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/115320635150069323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/115320635150069323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2006/07/foolishness-of-trusting-men.html' title='The foolishness of trusting men'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-114552255455020502</id><published>2006-04-20T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T01:42:34.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's called life</title><content type='html'>Two people looking for a job, found one in a city far far away. Going there with their high expectation, full of optimism, so can't wait to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving, seeing, thinking, sobbing and  grumbling, they began to see the reality. It just the way the least they expected, in short, the last thing they ever wanted (hopefully never happen in their life, which is already happened!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times this kinda thing happened in our lives? Everybody, I believe, have their portion :)  Things just didn't go the way we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything falls crumbling before our eyes, just try to change our view, see the things beyond. Just get a hope! Stand up, it's what we call a life, complete with its surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-114552255455020502?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/114552255455020502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=114552255455020502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/114552255455020502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/114552255455020502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-called-life.html' title='It&apos;s called life'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-113712691440345663</id><published>2006-01-12T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T20:35:14.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Even so, Father, for so it seemed good in Thy sight."</title><content type='html'>This morning, I've read an article and there is an interesting story, here it is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When in a deaf and dumb school, a visitor wrote on the blackboard: "Why did God make you deaf and dumb, and me able to speak and hear?" One of the children took the chalk and wrote beneath: "Even so, Father, for so it seemed good in Thy sight."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered how often I grumbled if there is something that didn't go my way, maybe I should stop for a while, and try to say it along with the child... "Even so, Father, for so it seemed good in Thy sight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thankful heart and eyes to see beyond my circumstances... those are what I need for now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-113712691440345663?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/113712691440345663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=113712691440345663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/113712691440345663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/113712691440345663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2006/01/even-so-father-for-so-it-seemed-good.html' title='&quot;Even so, Father, for so it seemed good in Thy sight.&quot;'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-113230621155051355</id><published>2005-11-18T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T01:30:12.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A healthy neighborhood</title><content type='html'>A healthy neighborhood, in my opinion it is a neighborhood that is willing to care for each other, at least there is smile being interchanged between its member :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a healthy neighborhood is such a rare thing, especially with a lot of estate being built. Being in one is a fortune, you might know your neighbors name, even chat a bit, if it gets even better, you might received some food from your neighbors (hehehe...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... hmm.... a good neighborhood will do you the world of good... there are helps all around whenever you need it. As a proverb said, "Better a neighbor nearby than a brother far away".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is sure happening nowadays, people living only for themselves.. a sad fact, too sad indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-113230621155051355?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/113230621155051355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=113230621155051355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/113230621155051355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/113230621155051355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2005/11/healthy-neighborhood.html' title='A healthy neighborhood'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-113159828901550088</id><published>2005-11-09T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T20:51:29.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's called forbearance</title><content type='html'>Once, I ever think what is needed to hold on to a relationship, any kind of relationship. It could be a marriage, friendship, teamwork, etc.&lt;br /&gt;The first answer popping up in my head was tolerance. If we will tolerate others, their unique behaviours, we might hold on to the relationship we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this morning, I read an article about forbearance. My eyes were opened, this is the answer. If you ever want to hold on a relationship, you need to forbear another (if you want another to forbear you too ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm calling out for everybody to start learning to forbear one another, whatever their mistakes (hey, remember that you make mistakes too!), their unique behaviours, their way of thinking, their habits, just learn to forbear! It's good, really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish that God gives us all grace to forbear with one another (esp with your partner... no divorce please... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-113159828901550088?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/113159828901550088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=113159828901550088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/113159828901550088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/113159828901550088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-called-forbearance.html' title='It&apos;s called forbearance'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-113014535960801917</id><published>2005-10-24T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T02:16:00.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big bucks == happiness?</title><content type='html'>Recently I read an article in detik.com, an interesting one, it's title is "&lt;a href="http://www.detikhot.com/index.php/love.read/tahun/2005/bulan/10/tgl/21/time/153240/idnews/466329/idkanal/227"&gt;Gaji Besar Bikin Anda Bahagia?&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally agree with the article, I pity the man whose happiness depends on his income and his boasting of it.&lt;br /&gt;Especially in the current trend in the big city, where the rich one is treated as king. Which is simply a foolery. Even the little children begin to get materialistic, boasting on what they have (simply on what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;their fathers&lt;/span&gt; have). Truly what is seen is a vanity, a chasing after the wind, here is a saying:&lt;br /&gt; "Weary not thyself to be rich; Cease from thine own wisdom. Wilt thou set thine eyes upon that which is not? For riches certainly make themselves wings, Like an eagle that flieth toward heaven. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... As for me, this is what I will do, it is better for me to seek the unseen yet eternal, than to seek what is seen and not eternal. This is the source of true happiness (man... sounds like a preacher speaking :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-113014535960801917?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/113014535960801917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=113014535960801917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/113014535960801917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/113014535960801917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2005/10/big-bucks-happiness.html' title='Big bucks == happiness?'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-112962358776462562</id><published>2005-10-17T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T01:21:23.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An interesting quote</title><content type='html'>The first time I look at the quote below at a website (I forgot it), it amazed me.&lt;br /&gt;How tragic yet it is true, without mentioning any examples I believe everybody knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the quote :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Men never do evil so completely and cheerfully as when they do it from a religious conviction."&lt;br /&gt; - Blaise Pascal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do really hope that no evil thing will be made right upon the cause of religion... really really hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-112962358776462562?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/112962358776462562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=112962358776462562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/112962358776462562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/112962358776462562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2005/10/interesting-quote.html' title='An interesting quote'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-112961051862665443</id><published>2005-10-17T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T21:41:58.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's gonna rain</title><content type='html'>The sky isn't clear, the wind is quite strong, it's enough to tell me to be hurry to go to my office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw many people ride their motorbike quite fast, two young women on a motor, bringing an umbrella try to ride as fast as they can, but in fact they had to close their umbrella since it begin to feel the effect of the strong wind :)&lt;br /&gt;On the crossroad, nobody seems to not in a hurry, everybody just want to cross as quickly as they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I am at my office beating the rain (the rain did fall about 5-10 minutes after) typing this blog and I think I'm in a good mood though the sky isn't clear :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-112961051862665443?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/112961051862665443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=112961051862665443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/112961051862665443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/112961051862665443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-gonna-rain.html' title='It&apos;s gonna rain'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-112729859776371029</id><published>2005-09-21T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T03:29:57.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The value we all live</title><content type='html'>We're all living a value, whether it is money, happiness, peace or many else, the value we live will indirectly determine the way we live a life.&lt;br /&gt;Let's take some for an example :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;money : people who live for money, will do almost everything for the sake of money (could be injustice act)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;happiness : Whatever will be, will be.. as long as he is happy :)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;peace : Peace is upheld at most, everything else that disrupts the peace are dropped.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; So, we're all must be very careful for what value we live up to. Have to do some introspection, and hopefully good things may follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-112729859776371029?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/112729859776371029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=112729859776371029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/112729859776371029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/112729859776371029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2005/09/value-we-all-live.html' title='The value we all live'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-112686318103376285</id><published>2005-09-16T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T02:42:15.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/320/Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it turns out that I must upload the image to my blog first before I may use it in my profile setting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why there is no elegant way to just put a photo in my profile.&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm still grateful since everything is free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-112686318103376285?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/112686318103376285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=112686318103376285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/112686318103376285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/112686318103376285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-me_16.html' title='It&apos;s me'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-112660639024661114</id><published>2005-09-13T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T03:20:02.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About termite</title><content type='html'>Having read about termite, I would like to share some links which do help me. Here are the links :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.labyrinth.net.au/%7Edewart"&gt;Termite Control: Answers for homeowners&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uky.edu/Agriculture/Entomology/entfacts/struct/ef604.htm"&gt;Dr Don's Termite Pages&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; I found out that the type of termites which infested my house is &lt;b&gt;Rhinotermitidae&lt;/b&gt;: Known as the &lt;em&gt;Subterranean&lt;/em&gt; termites.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like it is quite a mission impossible to eradicate termites totally from my house, at least all I can do just put some non-repellent liquid and hoping that the house may still be free from termites until the next five years :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-112660639024661114?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/112660639024661114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=112660639024661114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/112660639024661114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/112660639024661114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2005/09/about-termite.html' title='About termite'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-112652161933344052</id><published>2005-09-12T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T03:40:19.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's much easier</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's much easier to told somebody to do this or that.&lt;br /&gt;Do we ever think what will we do if we're told to do the same thing we told others to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man... I have to learn to be careful in what I told others to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be wise, have the courage to do what you tell others to do. That's all ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-112652161933344052?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/112652161933344052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=112652161933344052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/112652161933344052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/112652161933344052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-much-easier.html' title='It&apos;s much easier'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-112600375666489353</id><published>2005-09-06T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T03:49:17.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A nice house... for whose benefit?</title><content type='html'>I've just realized that having a nice house, clean, well cared and most importantly without any termites ;) isn't just for the benefit of me(and my wife of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also good for our neighbours, there is one who complained that termites had invaded her house by going through the walls from my house... this news just good enough to struck me :)&lt;br /&gt;(all I can do just promise her that I'll "fixed" those ....(no swearing plz)  termites for good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seeing the unseen" ... I must learn to see the unseen for the good of all ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-112600375666489353?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/112600375666489353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=112600375666489353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/112600375666489353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/112600375666489353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2005/09/nice-house-for-whose-benefit.html' title='A nice house... for whose benefit?'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-111992875768717567</id><published>2005-06-27T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T20:25:42.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning life</title><content type='html'>This morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still on my bed, my neighbour, kinda like a single parent, shouting angrily to her children, saying things that I could not hear clearly. But it still annoyed me though, just trying to cover my ears with a pillow... that didn't work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, prepare myself, going to the office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard birds singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw trees and the skies so blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was singing "Show me your way" along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People smiling (ticketing guy, gardener, building engineer, driver, a child, my wife ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before entering the elevator, a security guard was speaking to his friend. He said, "My salary is 700.000 rupiah, I have a wife and a children, the cost of renting a house is 200.000 rupiah per month. I want to have a motorcycle but the lease is 500.000 rupiah per month... How could I get one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm sitting at my computer writing this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... This is just another morning life ......... a beauty with an irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-111992875768717567?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/111992875768717567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=111992875768717567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/111992875768717567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/111992875768717567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2005/06/morning-life.html' title='Morning life'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-111864989151458405</id><published>2005-06-13T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T01:10:10.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To forgive and asking  for forgiveness</title><content type='html'>Asking for forgiveness and to forgive....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which state is easier for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To forgive... the ball is in our side, we could decide whether we will forgive or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, asking for forgiveness... we already say sorry, but the ball is in the other side, all we can do just wait... 'til the person we 've wronged is willing to forgive us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMHO, it is much easier to forgive :)&lt;br /&gt;people like to make the decision, don't they? (of course there might be some who prefer to not making any decision, because of fearing its responsibility).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other things... I believe that there is a beauty lies in forgiveness. The joy... the peace... the happiness... the smile that it brings :) though it might be painful for the first time, but it is still beautiful. Trust me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-111864989151458405?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/111864989151458405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=111864989151458405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/111864989151458405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/111864989151458405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2005/06/to-forgive-and-asking-for-forgiveness.html' title='To forgive and asking  for forgiveness'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-111839921551745240</id><published>2005-06-10T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T03:26:55.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which is the worst....</title><content type='html'>Which is the worst... fired from a job, a job which is totally different from other jobs or a job with nothing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a job with nothing to do is quite painful for me... it's almost like..... actually no words can describe it, or try to put it in the other way... you go to work in the morning and just waiting for the time to pass to come home in the evening (maybe you could use your time to do something else, like reading news, checking emails, learning some stuffs, even gaming ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A job which is totally different from other jobs might be a trap for you, when you try to find other better jobs, your current experience might counts for nothin' (or let's be nice, it counts a little).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the third one, fired from a job, it's like giving us a chance to have a better job, better life (let's see it in a positive way ;). If we want to see it in the negatively, fired from a job will leave us with no income! that's it :) (any other opinions?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... which one is the winner?... I would like to say... the 2nd one :) if the job offers no advancement then you're just stuck in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-111839921551745240?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/111839921551745240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=111839921551745240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/111839921551745240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/111839921551745240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2005/06/which-is-worst.html' title='Which is the worst....'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13505506.post-111821964515733471</id><published>2005-06-07T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T01:34:06.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace!</title><content type='html'>This is my first blog ever! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13505506-111821964515733471?l=santosonugroho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/feeds/111821964515733471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13505506&amp;postID=111821964515733471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/111821964515733471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13505506/posts/default/111821964515733471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santosonugroho.blogspot.com/2005/06/peace.html' title='Peace!'/><author><name>Santoso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01534214022898572802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/7914/640/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
