Harri Sapto WIJAYA

feel tired at evening/night?

wanna a glass of cold drink but the weather is so cold?

here is the solution: pour a sachet of "Tolak Angin Sido Muncul" into a glass of cold milk, then stir them.

Feel the warm in a glass of cold drink. Must try! 

Almost no plan, we three — myself, flatmate, and officemate — went to Johor Bahru, Malaysia. We thought it’s better than doing nothing at home. So we got the bus 950 from Woodland Regional Interchange, that is the bus from Woodland Singapore to Kotaraya Malaysia. Qeueuing not too long for the bus, but many people also, may be because this is long weekend, tomorrow is monday and holiday for Deepavali –Indian people festival–.

I think no more than 10 minutes, the bus stop, all passenger alight for passport checking in Check Point Authority of Singapore, then continue. Second time and for last time we stop again, now in Check Point Authority of Malaysia, after no more than 5 minutes journey I think. And,, fyuh… so many people there, queueing so messy, so I called BBQ –barbarqueue–. There is a guy sit behind the desk, writing on "white card"; hm,, he is what we call "calo" in Indonesia , fuh… Malaysia is similar to Indonesia.

Waw, 30 minutes has over, still queueing. I look a couple Singaporean with their friend cut the queue by making new queue. he he.. I follow them. As I predict, somebody will complain, an old man told to me, "where is your queue?", I just said "this, I just follow them". FYI, his wife –i think– just complain to my friend before by saying "Hey you cut queue, shame!". Agh, don’t care, who wrong? (ngeles) why the security guy don’t take an action. I saw them just stand on front, watching to the messy queue. Fyuh…

Around 1 hour has passed. My queueing was completed. Ah, I can breath free… free? I don’t think so, some disturbing smell outside. Aiyah, teh environtment outside not so good, it seem like the cities in Indonesia, almost no different. We went to food court to fill up our hungry stomach. Because I confuse to choose, I just choose ‘nasi goreng ayam’ and hot milk tea, all are RM 7 –ringgit malay.–. We continue to see some building in Johor, not too many.

(image: near Indian market)

Ah, no plan, no guide, so no direction. After go around, shopping a little, we don’t know to where we have to go. No choice, go random! We got a bus to Kota Masai, and just said to bus captain, "ke kota masai", and paid RM 3 and 40 cents. Not like in Singapore, we still pay by cash here. 3 or 4 hour journey until we back to original point . We don’t where we have to alight, so just waiting for interesting place, and it bring us back to original point. Not bad, we just look the Malaysian people’s life, children play around, mother with her kid gather with another neighbour. I think it’s nice to live here, althought the transport not as good as in S’pore.

Last thing to do, dinner! I choose ’sop daging kambing’, hm,,, nice. But the environment not so good, food booth at Pasar Balubur in Bandung is slighlty better. So, what I got from Johor are physicaly look-like this below. T-shirt, Tolak Angin herbal made in Indonesia, and some of ringgit.

(image: handgift if you pretend it as handgift)

Then go home. Again, BBQ (affirmation: BarBarQueue). I thought, "whether Malaysian people don’t be shame, here in check point there are people from almost around the world, I saw from their passport: Singapore, Indonesia, Nepal, India, Kazakstan, Korea, United State".

We thought it will be too long and too crowded if using bus, so we use "FOOT", we walking from Malaysia to Singapore. Don’t thinking it’s so hard, only around 20 minutes untill we reach check point of Singapore. Ah, here is more tidy, and no BBQ . I took bus for 2 stops, then train for 1 stop, then go home.

That’s all my long weekend, as I remember

I unlock the door, going outside for a little shopping. Hmmm… I breath the morning air, last night journey didn’t make me so tired, so so. When I look around, look familiar, but I confuse, what I have to say ? Should I say "I’m home", while I far from home here now. If I didn’t say "I’m home", my live is here, may be my future as well.

Sudden decision. One and half hour before I go from home, my mam said, "it’s better to booking a whole car instead of using public transport, due to your luggages and the wheather look-like not good. Pay more money for more comfort I think it’s fair. More, we can accompany you." So we book a whole car and my mam, my dad, my grand-mam, my old sister, my nephew and my niece, included also . They accompany me until Bandung in 3 hour journey. then I take direct shuttle transport to airport for another 3 hour. And 1.5 hour. And 1 hour.

My 2 week more leave it’s feel enough, not too short, not too long. But not so many place I visited during my vacancy. I just go to my grand-pa and grand-ma home (1 home apart ), to another family home. I went to mall (for food-court and cinema actually). And the most important is for celebrating Iedul Fitri, time for "self-purging", time for forgiving.
Here is my photo in the one of natural water source, called Cipulus. The place used to play when I was small.

Now I’m back, from hibernation , ready for more…

My first taraweh sholat in the country where Moslem are minority.

Because my place is far from mosque, so we (Moslem people in our apartment block) do the Taraweh sholat in the link hall in between apartment. But our Taraweh was done without Khotbah (allaution). Here below the situation after taraweh:

It make me feel at home town…

Marhabaan yaa Ramadhan… (welcome, Ramadhan!)

surf into www.google.com, type "harri sapto wijaya" (including quote!), then you’ll get the result in first page all related to really Harri

Have fun go mad! 

-a bit ‘narsis’-

Cloud…

When I was a junior high school student, I often lay down in my bedroom and watching to the convoy of clouds in the sky. Subhanalloh, so nice…

Cloud, it let me remember to the favourite tv program when I was elementary student, "Anak Seribu Pulau" (Children from Thousands of Islands) on RCTI, also it’s soundtrack "Negeri di Awan" (Land on Cloud) by Katon Bagaskara.

you play for me
a song about a land on cloud,
where the peace become it’s palace

(translated from Negeri di Awan)

Usually I assume "you" as male, but for this case I assume "you" as female.

-once upon a time, there was a child…- 

One day, I look around to several of my friends’ blog. Most of them using wordpress, some of them using blogger or friendster blog. I’m interested to WordPress when I found my friend link a pdf file from his WordPress file container, something that can’t done using Blogsome (it only support image file). I’m seduced to migrating from Blogsome to WordPress, and just copy-and-paste the setting in Blogsome to WordPress. But…

I registered already an account in WordPress, and log in, look similar to Blogsome "control panel", but hey… where is the "File" (Blogsome terminology) tab to edit the template? I can’t found it. So I googling with keywords "different between blogsome and wordpress" and link me to this weblog. Although it’s only blog, but the study is objective, here below is some of his (I think he is male) results.

WordPress and Blogsome are same 

However, WordPress.com is currently running WordPress 2.0 while Blogsome is running WordPress 1.5. That’s not to say that WordPress.com is better than Blogsome. Just slightly different.

Where Blogsome has it over WordPress 

You can actually edit the templates. WordPress.com won’t allow you to edit the templates at all. This gives Blogsome extra flexibility that you don’t get with WordPress.com.

Where WordPress has it over Blogsome 

WordPress.com offers more themes than Blogsome. Five of them are the same, but the rest are different. WordPress.com’s selections generally have a more professional appearance, but that doesn’t mean a better appearance.

More on Blogsome 

While you can edit templates, adding JavaScript to the HEAD section doesn’t always work. In particular, many functions are disabled and the JavaScript throws an error. If you’re not familiar with JavaScript, it may not matter to you. But do be aware of this limitation. JavaScript in the BODY seems to work just fine. Including Blogrolling.com code, TTLB status code, and the like. It’s only functions in the HEAD that seem to be an issue.

After comparing and considering, I chose to stay with my Blogsome, because I want flexibility in using theme. Blogsome show the theme code in HTML and style page in CSS, they are editable! You can see in my blogsome (actually you’ve done), I can add clock, shoutbox, hit counter, ip tracker, create button (instead of link), delete something that I doesn’t likes, almost anything!

How about you?

[only thing I still not know, how to change password? anybody could help me?] 

-it’s all about choice, you freely to decide which one is suit you- 

thursday, ordinary thursday, life as usual, cause i have to do some testing, i go home around 7.45 pm. at that time, there is company bus going to choa chu kang, but when i’ll board, it full already, so i think i only need to go to buona vista mrt station, so i just take a bus randomly. i board to blue bus.
to ensure, i ask the driver "where this bus going to?", he said "tiong bahru" (at least i hear it like that). it’s ok lah, i’ll alight at buona vista and then take train. bus moving on, i sit relax. eih, wait, why this bus turn over to unusual way, it take expressway. i hope this bus will stop at nearest mrt (you know, no body don’t want alight at expressway except he ready to pay fine).
bus move so fast, hm, this road is strange to me. clock show it’s 9 pm, the AC make me freeze and this bus not stop yet. i become worry, where this bus actually went? fhuh, is this bus really go to tiong bahru directly without stop between? i feel different souround, different people, why indian guys can speak malay, it’s strange.
damn! first time i experience traffic jam in singapore, fuh, so loooong. what’s up? some people, me too, rise up head, look around, what’s wrong? but some people looked like rilex, as it’s usual. this bus on the left side of road, right side is trailer truck, front a car trapped between this bus and next trailer. co-driver (may be) go out and look around the road condition, he said to driver to turn the bus to right and take another road. he comply. yuhu, on the right road, this bus can move faster. fuh, i feel better.
strange view again. i never seen traffic police here, but i saw several polices beside road. oh, may be because this is tiong bahru, near main city. bus queueing, front bus alighting passangers already, this bus turn. all passanger in this blue bus stepping down and enter the building that seem like mrt station at a glance. but, eih, where is place to tap EZlink card, there is only sequence of lanes, long lane. strange! i think this is not mrt station, so i turn out, agh i think i lost, just take taxi lah, this is 9.30 pm. outside, there is at least 4 police, one of them with big gun, haha, i ask this guys
"excuse me, where is nearest taxi center?",
(look like confuse, or may be sleepy)
"hah, no taxi center here"
"this is mrt?"
"oh, no no, this going to malaysia"
ALAMAAAK…mampus gua!
other police came and ask to me,
"hey, where do you go?"
i said, "i want going to tiong bahru, this is not mrt station?"
"no, this going to malaysia, where you from?"
other police came, she is female,
"where you came from? do you bring passport?"
i’m asked by 3 polices, may be they think i will do illegal cross border.
fortunately i bring EP (employment pass) in my pocket, i show it to them, female police take it and call to someone to ask, may be, wheter this EP is valid. after she close the call, the polices look ‘cool down’ (before also cool, sleepy like ). "so you lost, right?", i answer, "yah, i take wrong bus. i just want go home"
after i explain that i not going to malaysia, and just go home, the police show me the nearest bus stop. not show me, he accompany me to the bus stop. "You can wait a bus there, but i don’t know is there still bus", "no problem, i just call taxi".
fhuh, finally i arrive at admiralty (my/our rented home) by spending S$18 (compare to S$2.5 if using train).

hah, never ever go home using blue bus again.
you know, that bus has letter "BAS PEKERJA" on it. I should know what it’s mean (where it go).

 -lost is not my hobby, although often it occur to me-

Within rest time, I look around at several friendster profiles. Just to know what’s up to my friends. I catch up some fact. I categorize how people describe him/herself into three: say good points, say bad points, and up to you lah (or know me first, and you will know by yourself).

No need to say which is better, it’s just my opinion.

I think that what we say something about ourself, manner, it will be beared in mind that we have that manner, although before we doubt about having that manner. Base this statement, so if we say bad point about ourself, our mind ‘automatically’ setting up that manner inside our brain, and ‘little-by-little’ become truly our manner. Or at least, it will be a justification to ourself to do something bad. For instance, we say that "I’m a lazzy", in the later if we doing nothing (lazzy) we will feel ‘comfort’ with this condition, because out brain has set it up, and just say to other, "don’t force me, I’m lazzy, you should understand it!".

It valid for good poin as well.

So, why said something bad, just say what your strength, [and keep in mind what your weakness to be evaluated in later whether we overcome it already). Say "I’m brave", and you’ll be brave.

But be carefull, it’s slightly similar to bigheaded at a glance. Handle it properly.

-Social engineering section-