<?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-900213853202595123</id><updated>2012-02-06T00:59:19.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Lightning Days</title><subtitle type='html'>The unspoken of the unwritten</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-5234946418514989014</id><published>2011-11-17T11:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T11:21:28.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Idea is called Shareperience.Com</title><content type='html'>After all this time. I finally completed one idea into a reality. It is called Shareperience and its address is http://www.shareperience.comAfter months of brainstorming, stress and many designing, codings and testing. I finally made it.Shareperience.com finally is up and running. Next features implementation will be towards to attract more visitors and to retain them.Next step is learning about marketing. Ganbatte :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-5234946418514989014?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5234946418514989014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=5234946418514989014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/5234946418514989014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/5234946418514989014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-idea-is-called-shareperiencecom.html' title='The New Idea is called Shareperience.Com'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-2856829546139820331</id><published>2010-12-21T04:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T05:01:59.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea is the hardest part</title><content type='html'>My procrastination of future finally comes to an end. After some "signs" mostly from news, friends and family, I have to think again what I want to do in the future. &lt;br /&gt;Friends and family have been questioning for quite sometime but it was the news that woke me up. Apparently, the wonders of the IT has not stopped and it hit people from my time (same age). Again, mostly these wonders came from US.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Zuckerberg is now a very famous person and become the youngest millionaire or should I say billionaire in the planet. I read about this guy about 5-6 years ago. At that time, friendster was my facebook. I made some research about this guy and facebook (including watching the social network film) and try to get something out of it. Based on the findings of my research about this guy, I am not too fond of him. One thing I believe that we all must have in life is honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another wonder I found lately is Gurbaksh Chahal. This guy is at my age and has a net worth around 340 millions USD. A net worth that is yet far far away from mine :P Like Mark, I also did some research about him (including reading his book The Dream). I found that he was a drop out, not college drop out but high school drop out. Yes, he has no high school degree and yet he built multi-million businesses. His businesses, in case you guys don't know, are online advertisements (ClickAgent and BlueLithium). If this is the first time you have ever read or hear about these two companies, don't worry I have no idea about these 2 companies when I first read/heard them. But the important is that these not-so-well-known companies made him millionaires. &lt;br /&gt;Pierre Omidyar with his eBay also put a remarkable story from his humble beginning putting auction web in a web site that was used to display information about ebola virus. Now it is also billion-dollars business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those stories made me wondering, if something so small in the beginning can be so big in the end, this could happen to anyone. After all the world is flat. Something that I believed long time ago now hit back on me. I tried to brainstorm with a friend to come up with an idea. We even started to build it but it turned out that the idea has been implemented by someone else with far more sophisticated features. Something that I thought could be my gold mine just slipped away :P It is very hard to find a good idea. Somehow inside of me there is a barrier mechanism that tend to find weakness of all ideas. This can be good because it will protect me from implementing useless idea but it can also be bad because it will be difficult to start and learn something. After all entrepreneurship is all about willingness to learn. After few days of wondering what is the best idea to start with, something struck me. It will be the best to start with something I like. These are what ignited most of the people of wonders there. Well maybe not Mark because he got his idea from someone else. If it is from something that you like, others opinions will be secondary, although there are still no money flowing in your cashflow there are already something else you got in return. Satisfaction for doing something you like :) And I believe eventually money will come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-2856829546139820331?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2856829546139820331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=2856829546139820331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/2856829546139820331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/2856829546139820331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/idea-is-hardest-part.html' title='Idea is the hardest part'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-1462019305855000071</id><published>2010-09-25T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T12:46:48.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Les "tenses" en Francais</title><content type='html'>Ce semaine est semain de "tenses". Actuellement, j'ai appris les "tenses" avant ce semaine. Mais j'etait paresseux. Maintenant, je peut groupe les tenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le premier est present. Present explique ce wue nous faissons maintenant.Par exemple' je mange, je parle, etc. Elle est differente de l'anglais. Il y a seul une type de tense de present. L'anglais a trois type de tense pour present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toutefois, cela est differente que les futur et passe en francais. Pour futur et passe il y a trois type de tense. Pour passe il y a passe recent, passe compose, et passe imparfait. Pour futur, il y a futur proche, futur simple, et futur imparfait. Pour futur est passe ont resemble l'anglais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-1462019305855000071?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1462019305855000071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=1462019305855000071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/1462019305855000071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/1462019305855000071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/les-tenses.html' title='Les &quot;tenses&quot; en Francais'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-3296443014220226425</id><published>2010-09-05T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T09:52:16.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fonds Communs de Placement</title><content type='html'>L'histoire est continue au sujet d'investissement. Ce temps est fonds communs de placement. Fond communs de placement est appele mutual fund aux Etats-Unis. Il est aappele interest fund en Grand-Bretagne. Bien qu'il soit connu dans nombreux pays, Je ne suis pas sure si les reglementation des fonds communs de placement sont les memes dans tout les pays. Dans l'histoire, je voudrais presenter mes connaisances au sujet de fonds de placement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonds communs de placement est un systeme financier qui recuillent de l'argent de plusieurs personnes. Les fonds sera gere par le gestionnaire de fonds. Le gestionnaire de fonds est responsable de faire profiter des fonds en l'investissant dans le marche boursier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habituellement, Le gestionnaire de fonds va acheter des actions des societes en tete du marche. Cela depend de l'indiceque le marche utilise. Par exemple, si le gestionnaire acheter les actions au NASDAQ. Le gestionnaire va utiliser S&amp;P 500 indice. Si le gestionnaire acheter les actions au NYSE, le gestionnaire va utiliser Dow Jones Industrial indice. Le gestionnaire peut, et habituellement, acheter des actions de plus d'un societe dans l'indice. Apres, le gestionnaire surveilles le prix des actions. Si la hausse de prix, toute les personnes qui ont investi leur argent dans ce fonds communs de placement recevoir argent. L'argent est preleve sur le benefice produit par les actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce type d'investissement est plus sur comparer a d'autres type d'investissement dans marche boursier parce que les actions sont les meilleurs actions sur le marche. Mais, comme autre investissement, il y a toujours des risques. Si le marche est en baisse le prix des actions sere en baisse aussi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-3296443014220226425?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3296443014220226425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=3296443014220226425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/3296443014220226425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/3296443014220226425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/fonds-communs-de-placement.html' title='Fonds Communs de Placement'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-5532537556945522864</id><published>2010-09-01T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T11:03:54.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Le dernier dix jours</title><content type='html'>Aujourd'hui est le deuxime jour d'absence du chef. Pour moi, aujourd'hui est le jour de CR. Je dois faire des progres sur mon CR. Je demande plusieurs de personnes d'acquirir des information. Il y a deux occasions dans mon equippe. Le premier est mon amie anniversaire. Elle apportes croissant pour l'equippe. Le deuxieme occasion est mon autre amie viends de retourne de Ukraine. Elle a apporter chocolate et bonbon de ukraine. Ils ont l'air deliceux, mais je ne peux pas manger avant ce soir. J'ai pris quelqu chocolates et croissant pour mon diner ce soir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-5532537556945522864?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5532537556945522864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=5532537556945522864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/5532537556945522864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/5532537556945522864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/le-dernier-dix-jours.html' title='Le dernier dix jours'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-1637970490977540759</id><published>2010-08-22T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T12:44:34.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la nouvelle historie du blog</title><content type='html'>Je veux commencer a faire des annonce de mon histoire en français. il y a aura des facon dont ecris, je sais. Une de raisons est je n'ai pas d'ordinateur avec clavier francais. Donc, accent et certain caracteres speciaux ne s'affichent pas correctement. La deux raison est mon francais est tre tre mal. Desolee. J'espere que cela ameliore le temps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon premiere recit en francais sera sur les investissement. Aujourd'hui, pas beaucoup chose faire dans le bureau. C'est pour cette raison, je lu sur internet pour information au sujet d'investation pendant dejeuner heurs. &lt;br /&gt;par exemple d'investissement ont or, terre, action, etc. &lt;br /&gt;la derniere semain, j'ai ete interesse au sujet de investation en action parce que mon ami a parle dans le mailing list. &lt;br /&gt;Il a dit que action est bon marche et relativement sur. &lt;br /&gt;J'ai fait mes petit recherces au sujet d'action et j'ai trouve que investement dans marche boursier besoin d'une connaissance approfondie sur le marche.&lt;br /&gt;Mon autre amie a dit sur un autre type d'investissement. Le autre type d'investissement est d'or. Or jamais perdu de sa valeur. &lt;br /&gt;Le valeur augmente toujours.&lt;br /&gt;J'ai cherce sur internet au sujet d'or. J'ai trouve une methode pour fait d'investissement dans l'or. Le nom est agriculture d'or. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'autre type d'investissement est terre. La terre est toujours constante. Par consequent, tout comme l'or, la valeur des terres augmente toujours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-1637970490977540759?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1637970490977540759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=1637970490977540759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/1637970490977540759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/1637970490977540759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/la-nouvelle-historie-du-blog.html' title='la nouvelle historie du blog'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-5214320861562950691</id><published>2010-05-30T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T10:39:32.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Grateful for What You Have Because You Can Always Have Less</title><content type='html'>Last night after tiring day of apartment cleaning, I did some video walking on youtube. The video was about successful Indonesian people living abroad. The video was broadcast on one of Indonesian TV station last December when I was in Indonesia. I watched this show at that time but only for few minutes since I had a guest at that time. I realized yesterday when I found it in youtube that I had not finished the whole show.&lt;br /&gt;OK, long story shorts, the show was about few guys who left Indonesia and made brilliant career outside. There were one group (I think it was part of PPI) who gathered all of this kind of people from all over the world and they exceed their target from getting 50-80 people to be gathered (or probably contacted and collected their data) 400 people with the criteria. Due to the short time provided for the show, only four people was interviewed.&lt;br /&gt;Those four people interviewed are extremely smart and achieved a remarkable achievement. However, I always put preference on the people who suffered the most compare to other people who suffered less when it comes to comparison. Why? Probably for me the success level of someone is measured from how hard he struggle for success. And people who suffered the most are better than the others.&lt;br /&gt;Among those four the one that I choose was Prof. Ken Soetanto. IMHO, he was outstanding. He is one of the Dean at Waseda University and had four doctoral degrees. He said (at least he didn't denied when the host said) that he did not finished his high school. Later on I found out that he finished his high school but was not on time since his first school was closed and he had to work since then until few years later he start again his high school in another school.&lt;br /&gt;He went to Japan when he was 23 and struggling to live there for three years before he got admitted to Nokodai for bachelor program and continue for master in the same university. And then, this is the best part, he took four doctoral programmes afterwards. He was disappointed because the Japanese at that time  did not accept him to be a researcher. He went to US and work there in 1 or 2 universities for around 5 years before he returned to Japan again to be a lecturer. Afterwards, his career was shining than ever.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing stories. The video somehow gave me another point of view to see life. Recently, I was soo ungrateful about almost everything that I have. My story with this people have some similarity. At least I was like them studied overseas and experienced living in abroad. I also most probably shared the same problem to decide to go home for good or not. Have I been as successful as them? No, at least not yet. Knowing there stories makes me think that there are other goals that can be reached beside coming back home and give to do everything, no matter that does not suit my qualification or worse does not fit what I want, just for some money. So, a new set of directions? Yessss....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-5214320861562950691?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5214320861562950691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=5214320861562950691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/5214320861562950691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/5214320861562950691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/be-grateful-for-what-you-have-because.html' title='Be Grateful for What You Have Because You Can Always Have Less'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-7500952509550128819</id><published>2010-03-01T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T03:36:03.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrap Up</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I wrote in this blog. Many things happen. It is sad that I didn't write my life in Sweden. But I will try to wrap up everything here. Okay, my last writing was about comparison between Ronneby and Bolzano. It was my first impression when I arrived and lived for several weeks in Ronneby. The next story is about my life in Ronneby after those period.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronneby was a small town in south-east part of Sweden. One of the most impressive finding when I was in Ronneby is the environment. Yes, it is a small town, not many people life here, no malls and so on. But what I mean by environment here is the living environment. There are still many trees, I saw rabbits many times and the most impressive one is I saw deers in the student housing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My student housing was fun for most of the time. Yes, there are some times that I don't like the housing. One of it is when I come back from supermarket after buying groceries. The steep road to get to the housing was quite troublesome if you carry many stuffs. And you can imagine when you have to do it during winter when the temperature can drop to -20 centigrade. It is also not so near to the town nor the train station. Which takes some time if I went to shop or to go to out of Ronneby (Karlskrona most of the time). The positive side about the housing is that it is very close to the campus. Getting there can take 7 minutes if I walked slowly and enjoying the scenery along the way and 2 minutes if I took shortcut down the hill through the trees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike my previous housing in Bolzano, the housing in Ronneby was very warm. Thanks to 24 hours non-stop heating that did not cost extra charge. Ow I forgot to tell one of the unpleasant impression that happened during my last days in that housing. They did not give my deposit money back until now. I heard that the housing company went bankrupt. But still, not giving the deposit money is not a good impression for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my study at BTH little bit late than I expected. I expected to finish my study in June 2009 but it last until September 2009. The reason is my master thesis took so long to finish. I even have to work on it during summer. But finally thank God it was over. I felt soo relieved. The result was like I expected. Although somehow until now I still think that I can get the same result with less effort. But nevermind, que sera, sera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October was my last month in Ronneby and Sweden. It was marked by marathon of farewells, confusion of degree certificates applications and another confusions of what I am going to do next. Many friends that spent time together during my staying period in Ronneby said goodbye. It was sad. But life must go on. Meeting and separating are two things that happen in live. Applying for degree was not so easy task neither. I have to found out what the first and second university wanted and also, ofcourse, what the consortium wanted, BTH was quite helpful and it takes only 2 weeks for the process and I got my transcipt and degree certificates. For FUB it takes months. I received the diploma supplement on December and the certificate on January. Even during November and December I still have to send to them several documents that they need. But thank God I got all of them now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ofcourse, the most “romantic” part I did during that October was the planning of what I am going to do after I graduated. It was like the same thing happened when I graduated from my bachelor degree. When I think about this matter, it's not just about where I am going to make money for living. Its more spiritual to me. I put present tense in the last sentence on purpose. I do still think about it until now. I thought about this even before I take the scholarship. But at that time several close persons of mine convinced me to take the scholarship and postponed the thinking of this matter later. I thought about it several times during my first year in Bolzano. And I thought it seriously since my last semester at BTH. In general the results was I did not want to take PhD, at least not for now unless I have no other options. So based on the result it is set to find a job. Where? This is when the spiritual factor comes in. The place where I am going to work will influence my spiritual life. Especially I am planning to have family in the future. Therefore, their spiritual life will be also my responsibility. Knowing this fact, thinking about this matter was more heavy than what I did few years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most of the Indonesians, I want to come back and live in Indonesia one day. At least until now. This willingness that most of the time I found less or absent when I talked to other non-european friends. I have experienced lived in Indonesia and foreign countries. Based on my findings, nowhere is perfect. There are always pros and cons when we compare living in one country and another. Or when we compare living in Indonesia and abroad. Its just up to us which one that will make us happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen a family lived in small house in Indonesia and the father has to work extra hard day and night, way much harder than any europeans that I know of, just to keep his family fed and get shelter. Their home is sheltered with zinc alloy which during summer the temperature inside the house could rise up to 50-60 centigrade and no air conditioners. Only one small old fan that sometimes breaks. Even during rainy season, still you can feel the heat. Which part of that picture that tells happiness? I will leave this question for you. But they said they live happy. I also have seen a family live in one of the city in europe. In small apartment with only one room in it (bathroom doesn't count), have children and afford a good life. Although only small portion of their earnings goes to saving and they are far away separated from their big family in Indonesia. They said they are also happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many reasons to be happy as well as many reasons to be unhappy. We just have to come up with our own formula of happiness that combines those reasons in order to make decision on what do we want to do nest or where do we want to live. During my process of creating this formula I learn one thing. Try not to put people's opinion reason/factor in it. It only cost you more CPU cycle of your brain to work way much harder and no significant advantage in the result. We cannot satisfy all people. No matter how good our formula or decisions that we make there are always people that put bad comments on it. This is our life. Just do it according what we want based on our knowledge and preferences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-7500952509550128819?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7500952509550128819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=7500952509550128819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/7500952509550128819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/7500952509550128819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/wrap-up.html' title='Wrap Up'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-2941062647035492709</id><published>2008-11-20T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:26:01.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kehidupan di Ronneby vs. Bolzano</title><content type='html'>Posting kali ini sengaja dibuat dalam bahasa Indonesia untuk menghindari kalo ada orang2 eropa yg tersinggung gara2 baca postingan ini. Walaupun ada kemungkinan mereka niat banget copy seluruh postingan ini buat diterjemahin si translator seperti Google language tool semoga saja mereka tak serajin itu :D Sepeti judulnya, kali ini saya coba bandingkan apa yang saya alami di Ronneby dibandingkan apa yg saya alami dulu di Bozano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meskipun kurang lebih sudah saya setahun di benua dingin ini tapi culture shock masih ada ketika masa2 awal tiba di Ronneby. hmm, mungkin lebih tepatnya bukan culture shock karena dgn culturenya sih more less sama. Mungkin lebih tepat kalau geographical shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronneby jauh lebih kecil dibandingkan Bolzano. Wilayah Swedia pada umumnya meskipun luas tetapi tidak banyak penghuninya menyebabkan jarang menemui keramaian apalagi di kota yang bernama Ronneby ini. Sama seperti shock ketika di Bolzano lama2 jadi dibetah2in di Ronneby. Sisi baiknya sih gak ada kemacetan dan kebisingan. Kota ini bener2 tenang buat belajar dan istirahat. Sisi buruknya adalah ketika belanja dimana mesti jalan ke kota yg cukup agak lama sekitar 15-20 menit yg kalau PP jadinya 30-40 menit. Mungkin lebih karena perjalanan pulang makan waktu lebih lama karena jalanan nanjak dan bawa belanjaan yg bisanya bikin ransel overload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa overload? jawabannya sudah dijelaskan tadi. Karena ke kotanya jauh dan gak ada angkutan jadi mesti jalan kaki. Karena kotanya jauh jadi kalau cuaca sedang ngambek, perjalanan ke kota jadi cukup mengerikan. jadi belanjapun tidak bisa sesering ketika di Bolzano dulu. Belanja disini maksud saya adalah buat kebutuhan sehari2 seperti beras, sayur dan lauk-pauk. Sedangkan untuk belanja yg lain ditunda sampe bener2 butuh supaya banyak uang buat jalan2  dan keperluan lainnya :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suhu dan cuaca jadi momok buruk. Ada teman orang Swedia yg bahkan menyatakan kalau pulang malam yg ditakutkan adalah tidak ada angkutan sehingga mesti berjuang melawan suhu minus sampe ada angkutan lagi kesokan harinya. Di Bolzano juga dingin tetapi tidak ada angin yg kenceng dan karena asrama dan univnya di kota jadi tidak jauh kemana-mana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu lagi yg mencolok Ronneby adalah susahnya mendapatkan bumbu2 asia. satu-satunya toko yg menjual bumbu asia adalah toko arab yg bumbu2nya tidak begitu "menggigit". jadinya mesti kuat makan berhambar-hambar ria di Ronneby. Atau kalo lagi gak beruntung masakannya terlalu asin. Bolzano cukup banyak toko2 yg menjual bumbu asia selatan dan ada satu toko yg menjual lengkap barang2 dari asia timur bahkan termasuk the legendary Indomie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengenai sesuatu yg berhubungan dengan kampus dan kuliah disini cukup berbeda dgn Bolzano karena cuma 4 mata kuliah tiap semester. Satu semester dibagi menjadi 2 learning period @ 2 bulan. Pembagian 1 semester menjadi 2 LP ini yg bikin seolah-olah kuliah disini padat. Karena tugas-tugas selalu ada tiap bulan. Beda dengan ketika di Bolzano dimana satu semester untuk 7-8 mata kuliah dan tidak dibagi menjadi  learning period dimana semua kesibukan dan kehebohan adalah di akhir semester, menjelang dan ketika ujian. gak kebayang kalau di Bolzano juga diperlakukan learning period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perpustakaan di Ronneby atau BTH pada umumnya sangat bagus secara virtual. Maksudnya mereka punya koleksi ebook yg saya belum pernah cek apakah cukup lengkap atau tidak, tetapi koleksi journal dan database yg sangat sangat lengkap. Mencari paper dan artikel menjadi lebih mudah. Di Bolzano setahu saya masih kurang lengkap untuk sarana dan prasarana virtual ini. Tetapi perpustakaan di Bolzano ruangannya sangat nyaman dan tenang untuk belajar. Sedangkan disini perpustakaannya cenderung berisik. At least yg di Ronneby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akomodasi disini cukup bagus. Ada heating yg siap terus2an nyala. Suatu kemewahan yg tidak bisa dirasakan ketika di Bolzano dulu kecuali ketika di kampus. Kemewahan lain yg didapat adalah kebebasan dimana bisa lebih manusiawi dimana diperbolehkan membawa teman masuk pada saat suhu diluar sedang dingin. Sisi manusiawi yg saya dengar di asrama di Bolzano susah sangat dikurangi dengan peraturan. Sisi baik asrama di Bolzano adalah jaraknya yg sangat dekat kampus sehingga bisa sering pulang untuk sholat atau makan. Juga kehadiran cleaning lady yg cukup membantu terutama bagi saya yg malas bersih-bersih kamar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisi buruk akomodasi disini adalah semua furniture mesti disediakan sendiri. Hal ini sudah saya coba penuhi dengan melobi sana sini supaya mau memberikan furniturenya ke saya walapaun beberapa furniture yg kata pemiliknya cukup bagus telah lenyap tak berbekas meskipun udah diberi label nama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demikian laporan perbadingan sampai saaat ini. ngantuk. tiiduur....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-2941062647035492709?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2941062647035492709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=2941062647035492709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/2941062647035492709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/2941062647035492709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/kehidupan-di-ronneby-vs-bolzano.html' title='Kehidupan di Ronneby vs. Bolzano'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-867974039098800618</id><published>2008-10-08T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:58:22.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessimistic vs. Well-planned</title><content type='html'>My journey abroad (Europe &amp;amp; Asia) in the past one year brought me not only knowledge which are relevant to software engineering but also culture, religion and attitude. All these things not only came from the local residents but also from my countrymen I met for this one year journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being one country origin with them doesn't make me know the way they think. Some of them I can understand and the rest I can't completely understand even after asking. Maybe because of European culture influences me in the end, not to mind their business even what they do are considered not quite right in my opinion. As long they don't interfere with my business, fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the thing that interests me is on money spending. This issue is for general people not just people from Indonesia. I've heard perhaps a hundreds time about the scholarship I got. "Ow you're very lucky to get a big amount of scholarship and you can travel throughout Europe with that". Most of them are more less like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I against traveling. Traveling is good it makes u see new places and experience new things. However, in my opinion even a positive activities have their limits. Having this scholarship and me being in Europe can make me extend this limit for traveling, shopping and other kind of activities, the good as well as the bad one :p For me having this resources doesn't me I have to always extend my limits on everything. I extend my limit in traveling but not too much. I've heard some of my friends complaining about the amount of money they have after doing a lot of traveling. This is little bit awkward to me cause they should think about it before they do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me doing something which consumes resources could caused deep impact. Some called me over-thinking about what is going to happen or pessimistic. And only few people called me well-planned person. But for me having this kind of attitude is very beneficial. It saved me several time. Before I left for Europe I could use my saving to support me before I got the scholarship which came 3-months late. One of my friend claimed that he/she didn't have money for supporting his/her life in Europe if the scholarship late. It was surprising to me because his/her salary was like ten-times of my salary. It turned out that he/she spent all his money to have fun and make life happy. I didn't judge it. Its not my business. I just think that what I do is the best for me and what other do is the best for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-867974039098800618?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/867974039098800618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=867974039098800618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/867974039098800618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/867974039098800618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/pessimistic-vs-well-planned.html' title='Pessimistic vs. Well-planned'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-6923306454170885930</id><published>2008-09-15T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:07:25.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honest Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;If I look up now for the rainbow I saw as a boy,&lt;br /&gt;There are no longer the seven colors,&lt;br /&gt;Only a mist and a fog…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;As time passes by, and the world around me changes,&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I search for you, you’re nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;So I close my eyes, and open my heart…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I need to know, If I gaze up again,&lt;br /&gt;will things be different this time?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I was more honest, the fog would fade away.&lt;br /&gt;So I pray, screaming that wish deep within my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;When you lose one thing,&lt;br /&gt;You gain another, don’t you?&lt;br /&gt;But still, no matter how often adults confuse us,&lt;br /&gt;We’ll keep looking for the right way to live our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;--Honest Rainbow, Surface--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-6923306454170885930?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6923306454170885930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=6923306454170885930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/6923306454170885930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/6923306454170885930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/honest-rainbow.html' title='Honest Rainbow'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-7946546169612431601</id><published>2008-09-03T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:33:53.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this that blue days feel like?</title><content type='html'>Stranded in this blue and cold continent for almost a year has brought me memories when I spent times with my family and friends back home. I have lived far away from my family for around 7 years by now. But even so I always have time to come home in every year for around 2 weeks. It was always religious activities that put my closer to my family. Fasting Ramadhan and/or celebrating Idul Fitri. I always have days during Ramadhan which I spent with my family. Not always in the end of it. Last year I only had a week during Ramadhan with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why I become softer. In the old days I was reluctant to come back home for celebrating Idul Fitri which was my only moment to meet and live with my family in the whole year. Calling back home was also one of the thing I was reluctant to do. I remember when I didn't call home for weeks and my mom suddenly called me in the middle of the night asking how was I doing and I felt that she was missing me so much. At that time I didn't give to much attention for it. I never pay attention for those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not until now. Realizing that I'm in a country that far far away from my family makes me feel sad these days. Especially now during Ramadhan month. Hmm maybe because right now I don't have much things to do since unclarity in my programme. The quiteness in this city. I knew that there are not much population in Sweden but I never thought it would be this quite. I went to Kallinge, a city north side of Ronneby, and I only saw less than 15 people there. Note that it was in the morning around 9 AM and not in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;Plus since in my apartment everything is included here fridge, kitchennete, wash dishes. Everything looks more "closed". I made an ifthar with some pakistani yesterday. it was fun. Maybe because I knew them in a short of time and they use pashtun language (I found out that there is one more language in pakistan besides urdu) almost all the time. Made me more realize how lonely I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today unpredictably I met one Indonesian student right in my classroom. She was also a new student and told me that there are other 3 Indonesian students in BTH. I was quite surprised since the previous Indonesian student who came here last year didn't inform me that there are other Indonesian do I presumed that I was the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy I don't have to feel to much lonely now. The weather although it's cold won't bother much since my heating system works perfectly and I have Indonesians in Blekinge :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-7946546169612431601?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7946546169612431601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=7946546169612431601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/7946546169612431601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/7946546169612431601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-this-that-blue-days-feel-like.html' title='Is this that blue days feel like?'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-3214020703880562501</id><published>2008-08-30T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T07:03:06.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan Trip Report</title><content type='html'>It was decided months before my summer break that I'm gonna spend my holidays in Japan. In fact before I came to europe I already wanna visit Japan.I applied monbusho scholarship last year but I forfeit since EM already accepted me. So after visa and ticket matters not forget the final exams strugling I went there to see some friends and her.&lt;br /&gt;Few aspects I would like to tell about Japan. Those aspects are described below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Heat and Humidity&lt;br /&gt;Before I came to Japan, I thought it will be more less like europe since Japan is also in the northern hemisphere and it has 4 seasons too. So since I can survive summer in europe (at least Northern Italy and Germany) so in Japan I should be fine. It turned out that I was wrong. The temperature was hotter than Northern Italy or Germany. maybe it's the same in Southern Italy or Spain. And the humidity was also high. Maybe this is due to the distance with the pacific. The heat and humidity was quite depressing for me, made me lazy to come out.Last few weeks before I left, the temperature was quite moderate. Eventhough it was raining a lot but the temperature was much cooler which made it perfect for going out. Too bad it didn't last long since I had to leave :( So I think the best time to visit Japan is during the spring until the beginning of summer and in the end of summer until the end of autumn. A frind told me about this but I had no choice but to visit it in the middle of summer because that was the only available time I got in a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Education &amp;amp; Technology&lt;br /&gt;Japan is famous for the technology and education quality. The education system was quite different from education system in Indonesia or in europe. In here for master study most of students, at least students that I know, must become research students before begin their real master. Before they get to Japan they must already have a professor, they called him/her sensei, to guide them during their studies in Japan. These senseis were giving them so much attention such that if his/her student didn't show up in the lab for one day they'll ask about it. They monitored their pupils very closely. This is good I think because it will help to stay focus and finish the study fast due to intense interactions.Japan is aldo one of the best country when it comes to technology. Some cool stuffs like electronics and robot are quite common. I saw a robot who can play a musical instrument made by toyota in Odaiba. Odaiba itself is an artiicial island made by compacted garbages. Quite creative idea in using garbage to create more space. The only kind of technology that disappointed me was the mobile phone technology. The reasone was my mobile phone can't cope with it so I couldn't use my mobile phone during my stay. Their mobile technology is more suitable in writing kanjis and other japansese alphabets like katakana and hiragana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Life &amp;amp; Politeness&lt;br /&gt;Life in Japan is relatively easier than in europe. First of all most of the prices are cheaper. The only things that I think was considered quite more expensive was the transportation. In europeans big cities it takes around 50-60 euros a month for transportation while in tokyo it can take up to 120 euros a month for transportation. Twice the price in europe. Second thing that made life easier in Japan is the train system. Japan has sophisticated train network. Going from one place to another is much more convinient and cheaper by train. Many people use it to commute everyday to their work or school. Third one is the kombini or convenient stores that open 24 hour/day and vending machines that available every 10 meters.&lt;br /&gt;The politeness of Japanese was also quite high. The train officer bowed to the train passengers. when he pass the wagon. Although I don't understand Japanese language in details but in daily life most of the saying in trains, buses, stations and stores were saying with high politeness. At least it was quite polite for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Spirit &amp;amp; Hardwork.&lt;br /&gt;These two can be seen in the stores and restaurants where the employees are speaking loudly offering their products. It can be considered noisy because they speak quite loudly and repeated very often. The Japanese works hard it can be seen that the stores open everyday and they go to work very early and go back to their home at late night. Even students do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. That's all the report for Japan. Now I'min Ronneby, Sweden ready for next semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-3214020703880562501?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3214020703880562501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=3214020703880562501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/3214020703880562501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/3214020703880562501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2008/08/japan-trip-report.html' title='Japan Trip Report'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-9088573386075269275</id><published>2008-07-13T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:59:10.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Bozen</title><content type='html'>I fell like it was yesterday I arrived in this town. Wandering around with luggage trying to find Rainerum dormitory. But now 10 months have passed. Time to go to the next university. I'm little bit disappointed with the mark I got from this university. It is not too good. Hmm, maybe I didn't do much or maybe I already reach my limit. I did my best so I shouldn't think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning I always asking why they put me in this place. I still don't like some part regarding this place. But one thing I like is the friends I made during my stay here. Friends to work on projects, during the classes, cooking and having dinner together every weekend, travelling around this continent and so on. Now I know why I was selected here. To meet this people and learn from them.  For those who had been with me here, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next semester will be different. New place, new environment and new challenge. Some I heard it is tough there. Hardwork is definitely needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-9088573386075269275?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9088573386075269275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=9088573386075269275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/9088573386075269275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/9088573386075269275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2008/07/bye-bye-bozen.html' title='Bye Bye Bozen'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-6452287404016342321</id><published>2008-06-20T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:17:14.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did they actually all go?</title><content type='html'>A commercial about new music robot called Rolly from Sony attracted me. It was creative invention. The fact what this music robot can do surprises me. How did they get this unique idea. The fact that it was Sony was no surprise coz this japanese company is one of the leader in electronic industries. They invent walkman, AFAIK,  and it become very popular electronic device which also inspired other portable music/mp3 player such as iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of this Rolly in my point of view is not too complicated. This robot moves and display lights according to the voices of the played music and it acts in a realtime way. This similar behavior actually has existed for few years. it is implemented in media player softwares such as Windows media player (WMP). the only different thing is in WMP the behavior is not manifested by moving your PCs or laptops, which is will be quite annoying if it does so, but by moving abstract images with many different colors also this movement and color changing are based on the current voice of the music. The only fancy idea that Sony implemented is how to transform this moving abstract images and changing colors into a robot movement. Again, this is just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many researches involved in this Rolly project. Although the basic idea of acting based on the music already existed but transforming it into robotic movement is not so easy. It could be a lot researches and patents used. Having some friends doing research in Japan makes me know what they are doing and where those researches results will go. AFATK the results will be patented and most probably will be used for industrial needs. Many industries in Japan could reap benefits of these results. And if it's patented than the one who hold the patent can also get some money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Japanese university's tradition which patented they researches result, this university is a big fans of opensource. Which means a lot of their researches results go for opensources aka free. Well at least that happens in my research group, afaik, especially the one that I have finished which is very tiny mini research :p Don't know why they don't patent may be because they are too rich or maybe they are a faithful follower of opensource and have motto "Human Knowledge Belong to The World".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate opensource. I kinda like it actually coz I'm not afford to buy very expensive softwares :D But people have to make money, right? And sometimes charging from support we offer for opensource products is not enough. So I can completely understand proprietary software and I won't accuse them as demon and so on. They're just trying to feed their families after all.  But for endors that are too rich I think it is a nice attitude to share their knowledge through opensource like google and IBM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a post. from Robot, sony until google and IBM. Weird. Ok It's late, just came back from library and it's 1.30 am. Ow here are the commercial of Rolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTxdKi77G20&amp;amp;NR=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I still dont know how to embed youtube video in blogspot :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-6452287404016342321?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6452287404016342321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=6452287404016342321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/6452287404016342321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/6452287404016342321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-did-they-actually-all-go.html' title='Where did they actually all go?'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-3851613407841775527</id><published>2008-04-10T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T04:42:05.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>What happen when all of these days are over? No more classes, projects and researches. In other word what would happen when I'm no longer a student? I tried to answer this question before I decided to come here. Becoming a lecturer? Surrender to the mighty Jakarta and become an employee who work overtime everyday? Continue to live a peaceful but less money and prestige life  in Bandung or a small town? Stay here and take PhD? Find a job here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this long I still can't answer the question with 100% confidence. I was lucky I'm not bounded to any contract that makes me have to do something after all of these days are over. Some said it's good coz I can do what ever i want some said it's bad coz no certainty in the future.&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine who is very "singapore", at least in my opinion suggest me to work there. it's a nice country, near Indonesia, lots of opportunities, and so on and so forth. For a person like me coming back to Indonesia sometimes is considered as suicide. because what we have usually will not be applied not enough award, in this case salary. Not always maybe some are useful. Another solution when coming back is become lecturer where we can share our knowledge to others. A noble reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However teaching is something I'm not quite fond of, at least until now. I had taught last few years although not as official lecturer. And I don't enjoy it much. A friend who used to be want to be lecturer told me that the reason he wanted to be a lecturer was because the money that can e gained. Lecturer's salary is not much but from the projects would make a lecturer a millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice this fact. I had been working with several lecturers before and what they get can surpass what those Jakartan employees get. But not all lecturers do this. I know one lecturer who refused to do so because he didn't want to neglect his students for money and projects. A noble reason :) I wish Allah will always give him enough wealth for his family. Therefore I don't wanna be a lecturer, at least until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's gonna be? What's really gonna happen is still unknown. Perhaps during this journey of time I'll find the answer. maybe just find a job here, find a wife, get married and when experiences are enough come home to Indonesia to live in a small and peaceful city until my Creator wants me back. What a life. Like Google said "Life is Good".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-3851613407841775527?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3851613407841775527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=3851613407841775527' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/3851613407841775527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/3851613407841775527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2008/04/beyond-tomorrow.html' title='Beyond Tomorrow'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-5543458441486226095</id><published>2008-03-05T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:22:41.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparative Study</title><content type='html'>After one semester has passed and the result of most exams some out. I tried to compare this university and my previous one. Before I left Indonesia I knew that I have this university for my first year. I did some research about this university. It's quite young university established in 1997. And the faculty of computer science was established in 2002. There are huge difference in term of age between this university and my previous one. My previous one officially is around 35 years old but unofficially it's way older than that. I got an offer to pursue master degree in my previous university but I rejected it. Many reasons why I did that and I'm not gonna explain them here.&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn't have other choices so I took the offer and here I am stranded in the middle of no where with lots of assignments and courses. First couple of months I did not like being here because of the courses and everything related to the university. And in the next months it even worse especially during the projects and exams sessions. So many workloads. My friends who are also studying here was surprised knowing how many courses I took for one semester. "That is too much, just to pass them all won't be easy.", He said. He had bad experience taking too many courses. He took 7 courses and failed 4 of them. He thought it would be like his bachelor back home but it wasn't. having 7-8 courses per semester was quite common in my bachelor. But not in here.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard about all of this horrible condition about universities in Europe. After having one semester then I know. No wonder many people usually take 5-6 courses per semester. It's difficult just to pass the exam. I need 60% of total mark just to pass one course while back then I can have B for having 60% of total mark. And if I got 60% here I only got D. Hmm, at first I thought it would be easy but it's not that easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-5543458441486226095?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5543458441486226095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=5543458441486226095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/5543458441486226095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/5543458441486226095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2008/03/comparative-study.html' title='Comparative Study'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-5103522403163520351</id><published>2008-02-27T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:48:22.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That day finally has arrived</title><content type='html'>After long period of waiting finally that day has arrived. The announcement for second year university. It was pretty scary waiting the moment of truth. I knew the day was close from other students of other universities that was informed about their 2nd universities. Some were happy some were not. I am sorry for those who don't get 2nd university as what they want. But life is unfair.&lt;br /&gt;The moment of truth was this afternoon just after I hung up phone. And when I opened the email this amazing message said "Your second university is BTH". Yes, I'm going to Sweden next semester. Happy? Yes. Too happy? No. After getting this university as my first university I tried to think that all universities are good. This is to prevent further disappointment. It will be a very pity if I feel disappointed all the time. But luckily they gave me what I put as my first preference. Thank you :) After this several plans can be composed because those plans are difficult to figure if I don't know what is my second university. This is more related to the schedule that each university has for academic year.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can do better there in the future. For those who don't get what they want don't worry. A beautiful future lies ahead for all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-5103522403163520351?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5103522403163520351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=5103522403163520351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/5103522403163520351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/5103522403163520351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2008/02/that-day-finally-has-arrived.html' title='That day finally has arrived'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-4002367080540239336</id><published>2008-02-21T02:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T04:18:06.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Semester is Over</title><content type='html'>Today, February the 21st 2008, is my final exam for this semester. After 3.5 months of classes and over 1 month of exams this semester has ended. 7 courses, 12 weekly evaluations, 7 weekly assignments, 3 portfolios, 3 projects, 3 presentations, and 9 exams including 1 midterm exam colored this semester.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the hecticness of this semester started on December 30th after I came back from Paris and ended today. I feel relieved after this but on the other side I still feel disappointed caused I didn't put much effort for this semester. I was swayed by my past, I think. The good news is I am not alone. &lt;a href="http://raizamn.net/"&gt;Pinky&lt;/a&gt; also told me he has the same problem. It's always good to have someone as a company :D&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the result is nice. I hope I didn't fail any subject. Just to pass the subject is quite difficult for me. Unlike my bachelor that only required 1-2 days of study or even less than 24 hours study to pass the subject. I must say I didn't prepare well for this semester. Well the next one must be increased. After all learning is what I'm doing now. And learning means there is increment time after time. If I get good marks in the beginning then I would have nothing to learn. Am I right? Hmm, maybe this is more related to learning the process rather than learning the materials.&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. There are no holidays after the exams :( I envy many of my friends who have holidays after exams. For me it's just 3 days off and two of them are saturday and sunday. I wouldn't call those days as holidays because I still have to work on my master project during those days :( Next semester will be 8 courses and only 3 days off for easter and skip two days for snowdays :D Hmm those numbers promise lack of spare times and tons of tasks. Please help me God by putting me to a better 2nd university.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-4002367080540239336?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4002367080540239336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=4002367080540239336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/4002367080540239336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/4002367080540239336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-semester-is-over.html' title='One Semester is Over'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-4893031229870622515</id><published>2008-01-08T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:48:15.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boulevard of Broken Dreams</title><content type='html'>What could be worse than disappointment? All efforts, pray and struggles seemed worth nothing in front of it. It is very painful knowing that we took part as a person who helped breaking those dreams. How many times I did that? The answer was deceptively simple. "I lost counts".&lt;br /&gt;There were some breaking that were meant for those who broke my dreams. There were some that were not suppose to happen. I never feel sorry for the first one. Maybe because I'm avenger type person. But the last ones always make me feel bad and guilty as charged.&lt;br /&gt;Overall I did the last ones with appropriate reasons. At least that was what my friends said. And those who I let disappointed said they can understand and said "It was not your fault. I would do the same thing if I were you". May God has mercy on me.&lt;br /&gt;For those who I let disappointed, you know who you are, I can only wish you a very good life. Prosperous and happy life with no more disappointments. And may your efforts and prays  return a good result one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-4893031229870622515?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4893031229870622515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=4893031229870622515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/4893031229870622515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/4893031229870622515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2008/01/boulevard-of-broken-dreams.html' title='Boulevard of Broken Dreams'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-826333521617581456</id><published>2007-12-08T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T07:17:53.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theory of Confusing</title><content type='html'>What about the title? yes it's a dedication for my beloved TOC course. Basically there are lost of similarities between this course and several courses I took in my bachelor. But somehow this course looks so tough. I must read over and over again to understand the materials and asked for friend's help to solve questions.&lt;br /&gt;And the mid-term exam of this course took place last wednesday. How was it? It's great, in a bad sense :P The questions are unbelievably difficult. Even a friend of mine who usually can do all TOC questions can't finish it. The result? Hopefully it will deceptively good :D&lt;br /&gt;I even don't know why they put this course in my programme :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-826333521617581456?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/826333521617581456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=826333521617581456' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/826333521617581456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/826333521617581456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2007/12/theory-of-confusing.html' title='Theory of Confusing'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-2511169795304180605</id><published>2007-10-30T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T07:03:01.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Impressions</title><content type='html'>Many of my friends wrote about their experiences now I would like to tell about mine. Well, the impressions about this place physically is quite good. Nice scenery, lovely room, nice friends. Although I suffer for the cold here because there are no embedded heating system in my room and the policy of this housing says that there are no heating system allowed here, overall this place is fine.&lt;br /&gt;The other impression I got is related to the course. I only have one word to describe. They are horrible. See I even describe it in 3 words instead of one. I have to take extra course because some difference between my bachelor degree and their bachelor degree. I can't understand most of the courses although I came from the same background. This unclear evaluation makes us (me and my colleagues) so stressful.&lt;br /&gt;Another impression is about the programme itself. Different from other programmes which already gave their students their rights (money, insurance, etc). My programme totally uncertain in almost everything. I haven't got my insurance card, I haven't received scholarship payment and the most difficult question to answer is "Why they put me in here with these horrible courses while I didn't ask to be here?"&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I realized there'll be no ending in complaining. So I just have to deal with those courses and those professors whether it will result in good or bad. I have to do my best. Failure is postponed success, right. The good news is I'm not going to do my project and thesis in here so I just have to hang on for the next 9 months. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-2511169795304180605?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2511169795304180605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=2511169795304180605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/2511169795304180605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/2511169795304180605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-impressions.html' title='First Impressions'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-4730683050235637132</id><published>2007-09-29T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T02:34:43.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When East Meets West in a City Where North Meets South</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since my last post. All of those preparations and expensive internet access halt me for a while. Now here I am stranded in the middle of nowhere. Okay this post will be dedicated to my journey and my first experience living abroad.&lt;br /&gt;It was my first experience traveling by plane. I arrived at Cengkareng airport in the afternoon. After fasting break I entered the passenger-only area at the airport. Kind of nervous at the time coz it's my firt time traveling abroad, first time traveling by airplane and I was gonna do it alone. The flight I took was Jakarta-Dubai and Dubai-Munich. But everything ended up perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;On my flight to Dubai I got companion from two friends who were going to hamburg. It was nice though. We wait our next flight at Dubai International Airport. Unfortunately we had to separate there. I have to take flight to Munich.&lt;br /&gt;Once arrived at Munich I thought I would experience some troubles since my visa is Italian visa although it's Schengen Visa. The immigration in Dubai questioned me about my purpose and why I landed in Munich instead of Italian area. But the immigration officer at Munich Airport is far more friendly compare to Dubai or Jakarta officers. Thank God I was allowed and my baggage was arrived on time.&lt;br /&gt;After passport control and taking baggage I look for S-Bahn to take me to the Munich train station (Munich Hauptbahnhof). I found the sign and it took me to the subway below airport. When I arrived there I saw no machines or counters indicating ticket selling point. I asked a man and he told me to go upstairs, there I can find the ticket counter. The ticket cost me around 8  euros. I took S1 from the airport. One thing surprised me, there's no ticket checking whether before entering, during the journey nor after arrived at the destination. Although I caught a message board in S-Bahn declaring penalty for those who ride the transportation without valid ticket.&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at Munich train station is more confusing. I took wrong direction and I went downstairs instead of upstairs. Luckily an old man showed me direction. When I went upstairs to the train platforms cold air struck me. I thought it was air conditioner but it was the air temperature at Munich itself. Very cold, for Indonesian :P Waiting train is not so long and then it took me to my final destination, Bolzano/Bozen.&lt;br /&gt;4 hours by train from Munich to Bolzano. It was beautiful when entering alps mountain. it has green and white look. I got at Bolzano train station and look around for friends but can't find them so I decided to walk to the Rainerum, the name of a dormitory. Don Gregorio opened the door for me since I don't have key to enter it. Don Paolo took me to my room and I was amazed. This is two times bigger than my old room in Bandung. Nice place.&lt;br /&gt;Bolzano is a small town. But a beautiful one. Yesterday Me and a friend went to the mountain for weinstrasse or walking in vineyard. Nice scenery. But I have to do my best in the next one year to pass all the course here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-4730683050235637132?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4730683050235637132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=4730683050235637132' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/4730683050235637132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/4730683050235637132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-east-meets-west-in-city-where.html' title='When East Meets West in a City Where North Meets South'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-2158843411019120359</id><published>2007-09-15T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T19:06:49.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s been a week since I got to my hometown. Luckily right now is in windy season so it’s not as hot as my few last visits. Not many changes in my hometown. One thing that concern me is the Brantas River. It’s getting shallower each day. We can see several islands emerged in that river. May be in the next several years the river would totally dry up. I remember when I was a kid me and my friends walk across that river carefully because there are several part that are still deep. Those islands didn’t exist that time so crossing the river would takes some time because it was so wide.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My activities here is still related to my departure. Going to see the doctor asking for medical certificate, visiting my relatives because I won’t be able to visit them in lebaran day, nyekar (I don’t know the exact translation for this word) in the cemetery for the same reason as visiting my relatives, packing and learning how to cook.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ow one more thing, I also played with my nephew. My cute 3 months old nephew :D Seeing he smiled while holding my fingers was simply melted my heart. May be I’m a family man after all. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The best thing is I’m at home in the beginning of Ramadan. Moment I haven’t been experienced for the last 6 years. Fasting together during the day and Tarawih pray during the night. Nashukashi na. The masjid near my house where I use to pray Tarawih doesn’t change much. There are several changes like additional fans so it would able to reach entire section of the masjid. It’s lot cooler in the masjid now. One thing that still hasn’t changed is the kids. I thought kids in my neighborhood are all grew up and left this neighborhood. But I still can find kids in masjid during tarawih. Like most kids do they became noisy during tarawih especially during the sermon. Having them around is quite annoying but remembering back then I was just like them, or may be worse :D When I was a kid me and my friends also did what they do during sermon. I remember the Imam and several male jemaah told us to be quite and stared at us with angry looks. Unfortunately, I can’t find my old partner in crimes so we can’t commit the same crime now&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'm learning several cooking skills from my mom. Due to differences in the ingredients I’m going to find abroad, so I am just growing my courage to cook and my guts to eat whatever come up as the result of my cooking. Hopefully my skill will improve after condition there force it to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Most of my EM friends are already in Europe by now. They’re spending their beginning of Ramadan there. Knowing that I’ll join them shortly makes me feel this mixed feeling. Exciting, sad, afraid and nervous. One thing for sure there’s no turning back now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P.S. I wonder, why do all characters in The Simpsons only have four fingers in each of their hands?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-2158843411019120359?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2158843411019120359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=2158843411019120359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/2158843411019120359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/2158843411019120359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2007/09/home-activities.html' title='Home Activities'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-1469005236666121688</id><published>2007-09-03T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T09:40:52.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Farewells in A Row</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday there were two farewells took place. First farewell was Bang Ipan's and his wife. They moved to a new house they bought last year. This farewell started very early. I woke up because I heard noises outside my room. I look outside and I saw Bang Ipan already started moving his boxes. So we (me and my friends) helped him moving his stuffs to pick up cars waiting outside the alley.&lt;br /&gt;There was one thing lil bit funny happened that morning. Coincidentally, one of my neighbor held marriage ceremony right in front of our house. So there were two different looks that morning. One look was in the marriage where all the people in it were  well-dressed and the other look was our side where we're all looked sweaty and dirty :D When the groom met the bride we had to stop our moving activity to honor this couple meeting procession. We could get bad luck, like that procession won't happen to us, if we ignored it :))&lt;br /&gt;After all bang Ipan's stuffs were loaded on pick-up cars we moved to his new house. His wife said their house was ready 100% except for it's road access. I didn't take this seriously until I got there. She's right! The only available road wasn't in front of the house but about 10 metres above the house. Walking down to the house is quite difficult especially if we have to carry those stuffs. Finally we found a way to transfer those stuffs tot he house by making human chain (indonesian: estafet) and pass those stuffs among us till they reach the nearest man to the house. Finally those stuffs are inside his house. It was fun even though it was hot. The house resided in a hill with Bandung view just outside it's door. I guess this is why he picked the house. So it's a farewell for Bang Ipan and his wife. He left the house he's been living for about 9 years with us. Is it really time for us (the elders) to leave this house. My time is less than a week now :(&lt;br /&gt;Second farewell was mine and with my friends from the place I worked (or hang out) :P Even there's no official statement but I consider it as my farewell :D We held this farewell las Sunday because it's the only time we could gather again. My friend came all way from Palembang so he can teach a training class and we can make this farewell by taking picture all of us together. So as we plan we went to photo studio and took pictures six of us. And then we went to a steak house for dinner. It was fun. My friend forgot to write my order so I got my order late. We talk about lots thing from trainings, projects even my romance life. The last part came up because one of my friend wanted me to join his family by dating with his sister :D My others friend even suggested me to marry my girlfriend before I leave. Definitely it was a very nice evening. I realized that it could be our last time together. I'll be busy with my preparations and they'll be busy doing what they usually do. Finally, internet would be our media to intermingle.&lt;br /&gt;Everything has it's own path. We took our own and hoping it will be the best path for us. Although we're not walking on the same road again we always share same memories that we were walking the same road. I won't forget walking down ciumbeluit street at midnight almost every night, having meal at 3 AM, late-night coding, spending all days in the lab, and doing lots of wacky things :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;itsudatte wakare wa omoi yori mo sakini kuru no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sayonara mata itsuka aimasho..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sayonara mata doko ka dete.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dakara watashi mo konnani tooku ni kichatteru kedo makoto ni iu ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-1469005236666121688?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1469005236666121688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=1469005236666121688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/1469005236666121688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/1469005236666121688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2007/09/two-farewells-in-row.html' title='Two Farewells in A Row'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-8262983756524791361</id><published>2007-08-31T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T20:23:06.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse of Light After 2 Years of Darkness</title><content type='html'>Today I got a phone call from a friend to help him moving computers from campus to his friend's car. I know his friend too his name's, let's say Mr. A. He's an investor in our project. The never ending project. The project seems to face a dead end. When my friend called I thought Mr. A was angry because we didn't finish the project as he expected. But it turned out that I was wrong. He's a kind man and also optimistic :D&lt;br /&gt;He knew I'm going to leave and he's still very optimistic about this project. In the end my friend told me not to close my bank account here because money will be flowing in it :D I've heard those words. It's a nice word indeed. It's been more than 2 years and still it's always nice to hear those words. It's the most complicated, energy-consuming and longest project I've ever worked on. Hopefully this light would brighten my future and all my hardworks will be paid up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-8262983756524791361?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8262983756524791361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=8262983756524791361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/8262983756524791361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/8262983756524791361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2007/08/glimpse-of-light-after-2-years-of.html' title='A Glimpse of Light After 2 Years of Darkness'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-4283280369799099180</id><published>2007-08-23T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T03:02:13.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Means No Need to Apologize</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading a novel "Love Story" by Erich Segal. It's an old novel. I found it among my friend's books collection. He and my other friend told me that this novel was legendary. They even made a movie and a song based on this novel. Too bad I haven't seen the movie nor heard the song. Like Reading Light said don't judge the book by its movie. So reading the book should be much more fun.&lt;br /&gt;After I finished reading the novel it reminded me about one of Japanese movie "Sekai no Chuusin de Ai wo Sakebu". Although it's not exactly the same but I can feel some resemblances. Both of the story ended up with females death by leukemia. The title of this post was a sentenced said by Jennifer Cavilleri when Oliver Barret apologized for what he said before. This sentence also used by Oliver Barret to end the novel and cried in his father's arm right after Jennifer passed away. I didn't know for sure whether Japanese made that movie based on this novel or not. This novel came up first and it's a very popular novel. Sold over 21 millions books worldwide. But that doesn't mean the Japanese copied it. Well even they did I'm not gonna judge it.&lt;br /&gt;Love Story is  a story about a couple. Two university students got married and lived a good life until that moment came. This what makes Love Story is different from Sekai no  Chuusin de AI wo Sakebu besides it's background. Sekai no Chuusin is about high school students. Their love would be more like a fling. Surprisingly in Sekai no Chuusin the man is always obsessed with the girl years after her death.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder are there any such love? I've been in love. I experienced sadness too but it didn't take years to forget that sadness and find a new one :D May be because I'm not mature enough but I think there's a positive benefit with that. So I won't feel so down in such a long period. This is very important ability too :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-4283280369799099180?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4283280369799099180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=4283280369799099180' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/4283280369799099180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/4283280369799099180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-means-no-need-to-apologize.html' title='Love Means No Need to Apologize'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-2272487410977808511</id><published>2007-08-22T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T01:20:35.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signal Survey on Highland</title><content type='html'>Last night me and my friend went to a housing about 500 meters north our house for signal survey. It's a housing with 25 rooms in it, quite big huh, so it would be a potential client for us. So we went there and brought several of our wireless equipment like access points and bi-directional antenna. My friend said earlier that he already went there and it's in line of sight so I thought it won't be much problem.&lt;br /&gt;The problem started when we entered the house. I turned out that my friend only predict the line of sight spot in front of the house. The house was totally surrounded with tall buildings. So it would need a lot of effort to make it work there. We put our antenna on a wood and climbed the roof to search for signal. But still we can't get our signal. We tried D-Link and Senao access point and no signal. It was pretty creepy up there notice that there's a pretty deep slope next to that house. I guess this is because I'm afraid of heights :p&lt;br /&gt;After no-result-roof climbing we went to the front of the house hoping we could get better receiving. I held the antenna and point it to our transmitter and, voila, our signal was detected. For a short time and we lost it again :D We changed our position again and this time climb the alfamart's roof. But still no signal detected. Too many barrier between our antenna and our transmitter.&lt;br /&gt;Finally we gave up that night because of those trees and tall buildings. They said they'll consider about buying a pipe to reach higher place. The house is resides on a hill and it's in highland while our transmitter is in lower land. Well I guess even a high school student know that transmitter should be put on highland not the receiver. Lesson emphasized is "Put your receiver high and put your transmitter higher".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-2272487410977808511?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2272487410977808511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=2272487410977808511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/2272487410977808511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/2272487410977808511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2007/08/signal-survey-on-highland.html' title='Signal Survey on Highland'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-4073890026797337025</id><published>2007-08-14T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T22:52:59.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Days in a Place I Called Home for The Last 6 Years</title><content type='html'>I remember it just like it happened yesterday. My first step in Bandung, my first step in a place I called home. It was pretty scary at the time. I was expecting it would be more less like my house in my hometown. It turned out that i was wrong. The entrance was and still is a narrow alley right next to a big house which I thought it was the place.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly it was shocking look instead of an awe look. Awe look was when I stared at ITB campus. It was impressive at the first look. But for this house there was no awe look at all. The first thing I thought after I arrived was to get home as soon as possible. I could manage my feeling by visiting campus frequently and stare at those buildings and just wandering around campus.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, After six years I feel I'm gonna miss this house more than I'm gonna miss campus. Perhaps all of those disappointments make me less missing campus. But I definitely gonna  miss several people in it. My kamerads. I'll talk about this guys next time.&lt;br /&gt;Even I only rent a room in this place but I felt more like home. I only spent not more than 2 weeks a year at my parent's and I spent the rest of the year here. Lots of things happened. Remembering those things makes me smile. All those laughs, all those suffers, all those days, all those nights, all of those bad times, all of those good times, all of those guys :) Remembering that I'm gonna leave this place behind makes me sad. But I'll sad even more if I don't take this chance. Sooner or later this moment will come.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen lots of people come and go in this house. I call this home "Home of Gandokers Brotherhood" :D They all scattered across the country. It was nice being with them. It was nice spending time with them. Somehow I believe it's not a coincidence for us to gather at this house. Share happiness and sadness :) It has been a pleasure and honor to me living with u guys. Tanoshikata desu. Sayonara...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-4073890026797337025?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4073890026797337025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=4073890026797337025' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/4073890026797337025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/4073890026797337025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-days-in-place-i-called-home-for.html' title='Last Days in a Place I Called Home for The Last 6 Years'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-2367622674588605149</id><published>2007-08-07T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T08:01:55.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't ask how much money I get from my current job</title><content type='html'>Few weeks ago one of my friend asked me about how much leaving money I'm going to receive when I resign. She complained her leaving money wasn't as big as she expected.  She complained other things to. All financial-related problems. Her confession makes me think 'Do I have enough money to support in the next months?'. Compare to her I have lower salary than hers. Way too lower. Not forget to mention it's not monthly salary. So it's like temporary job. Wait a minute. It is a temporary job :D See I resigned now.&lt;br /&gt;So back to my question.Right now, my financial condition is under mercy of an institution.  Institution which I've been served for years. Institution I hate most right now. They kept my salary for 3 months without any notice when I'm gonna get the money. Ow one notice for sure. They'll cut my salary for taxes. Come on, I know exactly taxes don't apply for salary under 25 millions rupiahs per month. And the money I'm gonna get won't event reach 1.5 millions rupiahs.&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's nothing I can do about this. Even a senior lecturer of this institution can do nothing. The only thing I can do is get out of there as soon as possible to avoid further damage. I hope I still have enough resources to live the next few months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-2367622674588605149?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2367622674588605149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=2367622674588605149' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/2367622674588605149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/2367622674588605149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-ask-how-much-money-i-get-from-my.html' title='Don&apos;t ask how much money I get from my current job'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-5328938238596403883</id><published>2007-07-22T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T02:45:15.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D-Link DWL-2100 Access Point</title><content type='html'>This post is related to my previous post about my internet business. We got a new customer. It's just across the street but it could mean a lot. Our new customer is Reading Light (RL). It's a nice and cozy place. There you can read lots of nice books and magazines.&lt;br /&gt;Enough about Reading Light. They want to be connected to internet through our network. Reading Light belongs to a foreigner so this would be a great opportunity to increase our income. We've done a lot things for RL. Our signal couldn't reach there so we must put our access point to a higher place. This put serious effort too. After access point was set and our signal could reach RL there's another request. They want to connect to our network using their own access point. It's D-Link DWL-2100 access point.&lt;br /&gt;We have some experience with D-Link access point and we thought it won't be a tough job. It turned out that we were wrong. This kind of access point is difficult to handle. It can't play role as repeater, it must restart before connecting to another PC and it has quite different administration tool in a matter of semantic meanings. Several options act differently than same options in other access point we had before. It takes two PCs and two laptops to find out the real characteristics of this access point. We would like to try hack it's firmware but since it's not ours, RL could get serious problem regarding it's warranty. So we decided to go with the old firmware.&lt;br /&gt;I must reset this access point several times to make sure that the things we found were it's origin behavior. This is very important so we can use this access point immediately at RL. I'll go to RL again this morning to install this access point. Hopefully it would work perfectly. We've done so much for this customer and we won't fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-5328938238596403883?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5328938238596403883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=5328938238596403883' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/5328938238596403883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/5328938238596403883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2007/07/d-link-dwl-2100-access-point.html' title='D-Link DWL-2100 Access Point'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-4287248937906226924</id><published>2007-07-13T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T05:19:38.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scattered across the globe</title><content type='html'>It's around 1 AM when I wrote this post. I read one of my friend's blog and found out that he, there's no explicit statement but it's got to be him, gets scholarship to Japan. Omedeto gozaimasu. Yesterday I got a news that one of my friend also got scholarship to Siena, Italy. I can only say "Wow, whatta year". So many of us are going or already abroad. Based on the story of older classes I knew this would happen someday. Our classmates would scattered all over the world to find our own life. Amazing isn't it? Two years ago they were sit right next to you and now they sit thousands of kilometers a part from you.&lt;br /&gt;One of the older class told me that the chance to go abroad is not as big as the old days especially since the 911 incident. But the statistics is quite impressive even though it took place after 911. For instance in 2001 class there are or there will be 1 in Korea, 1 in Germany, 2 in Japan, 1 in Australia, 2 in Italy, 1 in UK, 1 in Netherland, 1 in Abu Dhabi, 2 in Singapore, 1 in Malaysia and 1 in US. Still there are possibilities this number would increase years to come.&lt;br /&gt;What does it feel out there? I've never experienced it though. Based on stories I've heard is not as glamour as it looks. Hardworks, discrimination and homesick color life out there. So why bother if we can live a prosperous life here? If we ask those people who are going or already abroad various answer will be achieved. I asked some and some answers came out. One(s) want just the experience, one(s) want to go after the knowledge offered, one(s) want to expand his/her vision, one(s) want to settle out there. Well we are all grown up by now. Decisions are made in full consciousness and responsibility. It's all matter of choice. Sometimes or most of the time one's decision won't fit for another. So no matter where you are, no matter what road you're going to take it's your life. Make the best in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-4287248937906226924?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4287248937906226924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=4287248937906226924' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/4287248937906226924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/4287248937906226924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2007/07/scattered-accross-globe.html' title='Scattered across the globe'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-6424281371861091544</id><published>2007-07-07T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T01:32:02.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simpsons Freak</title><content type='html'>This is an old cartoon show. First time I watched when I was at 3rd or 4th grade elementary school and I always like it since then. I can sit tight and watch episodes of The Simpsons in a day. My friend told me that The Simpsons creator also created another cartoon called Futurama. He said Futurama is like The Simpsons. Too bad I never watch it so I can't say anything about this cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;The Simpsons rocks. It educates in a different kind of way. And the most important is it's funny. The education part of The Simpsons is not on the behaviours or manners of its characters. Trust me if there's a town in this world like Springfield the earth will turn upside down.  If you're still learning English please don't imitate those words spoken by the characters in The Simpsons unless you're intend to increase your bad words vocabulary. So what is it really that this cartoon teach? The education part could vary among people. For me the education part lies in the dialogs. The characters reflex to answer a question with funny answers plus backed up with some funny scenes make this 2D cartoon lovable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-6424281371861091544?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6424281371861091544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=6424281371861091544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/6424281371861091544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/6424281371861091544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2007/07/simpsons-freak.html' title='The Simpsons Freak'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-8373017227966601695</id><published>2007-06-25T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T06:55:33.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in peace, lil baby</title><content type='html'>I heard that shocking news just now. My sister's baby died right after the delivery. So sad. He was suppose to be my second nephew this year after Alka. But apparently Allah choose a better life for him. He relieve him from this miserable world. I should be happy for him coz he's in better place now. But still, this selfish feeling to have him in this world makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder about mistery of life. Why does some have to die? Why does someone have to live? Why does someone get so lucky and why does someone has such a bad luck?&lt;br /&gt;Ahh nevermind that's why we call it life, right? So I hope you find a peaceful life my dear nephew. Rest in peace lil baby. Amiien.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-8373017227966601695?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8373017227966601695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=8373017227966601695' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/8373017227966601695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/8373017227966601695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2007/06/rest-in-peace-lil-baby.html' title='Rest in peace, lil baby'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-6443385282808951476</id><published>2007-06-13T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T07:55:33.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just determining someone's gender based on name, how hard could it be?</title><content type='html'>Determining someone's gender based on name won't be a difficult task if you know the name pattern. This task can be difficult to accomplish when you're not familiar with the name pattern. Since I'm Indonesian heavily influenced with American and Muslims influence. Indonesian names or  British or American or Islamic names would be familiar for me. So I can determine the gender easily. But when it comes determining chinese or thai or vietnamese name I found it quite difficult.&lt;br /&gt;I just made two mistake. First mistake I thought a thai girl as a guy and second mistake I did the same thing to pakistani girl. Thank God they're not angry. Well at least the thai girl didn't. The pakistani girl didn't know yet because I haven't made any contact yet. Thanks to shailendra for telling her gender. I think because India and Pakistan have the same root made him knows the pakistani name pattern just like indonesia and malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;Since Indonesia has hundreds of tribes and almost each tribe has their own language and could be they have their own name pattern. The same bias could exist even when you have to determine gender based on other tribe's name pattern. For example Endang in Javanese is considered as a female name but in Sundanese is considered as a male name with a different pronunciation. I had experienced this difficulty when I have to write a letter for a person named Endang. Since I'm in bandung which is the capitol city for Sundanese I can't determine what title I should wrote Mr. or Mrs. Although Bandung is capitol city for Sundanese there're lots of Javanese here. I'm a Javanese too and living here in Bandung.&lt;br /&gt;Next time I have to be careful in determining someone's gender based on name especially if I don't familiar with the name pattern.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-6443385282808951476?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6443385282808951476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=6443385282808951476' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/6443385282808951476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/6443385282808951476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-just-determining-someones-gender.html' title='It&apos;s just determining someone&apos;s gender based on name, how hard could it be?'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-1244365827446882978</id><published>2007-05-23T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T19:29:52.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing the same songs or movies over and over</title><content type='html'>I thinks it's some kind of bad habit of mine. Playing and listening the same songs over and over again till I get bored of it. When I like a song I tend to play it over and over again till I don't like it any longer or I get bored. I just have to get very acquainted with the song. Understand the lyric  and know how to sing it with this terrible voice of mine :D&lt;br /&gt;This happens not only for songs but also movies. I tend to play movies I like over and over again till I really understand the movie, every scene, every dialog and know how to apply those dialogs in daily conversation. I remembered when I was second year student, there was a local romance movie called Ada Apa Dengan Cinta. My housing friends and I played this movie over and over. It was like three times a day we watched this movie. One of my friend even could tell the running scene by listening to it's background music. While other friend even imitate the dance of Dian Sastro's and her friends in that movie and really dance when it came to that part. Truth be told we all boys. Have you ever seen boys who crazy about romance movie. Yeap we were those boys :D Thank goodness we through that time safely and ended up straight. Can't imagine if we were swerved.&lt;br /&gt;Playing movies and songs over and over again is not a crime. In fact it could help us to increase our vocabulary. Well at least it helped me. However my next room friend is not that kind of type. He doesn't like to hear the same music or movie more than once. He complained several times. He asked me to changed the music and asked how come I can't get bored listening the same music everyday. Even I got complained I still like doing my bad habit :P But now to avoid further complaints I used headphone so the sound wouldn't broadcast in entire house. This brought new problem too. I can't use headphone for a long period because it hurts my ears. Hmm, troublesome situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-1244365827446882978?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1244365827446882978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=1244365827446882978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/1244365827446882978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/1244365827446882978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2007/05/playing-same-songs-or-movies-over-and.html' title='Playing the same songs or movies over and over'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-2754854621349283225</id><published>2007-05-22T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T19:23:28.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet Business</title><content type='html'>First step in this business would be dreaming unlimited internet access right in your own room. It was an alluring image. When I was at my first year, I visited local internet cafe a lot. May be this addiction already started when I was still in high school and got worse when I was at college. After I entered my second I started to use internet access in department's labs. I t was more fun than visiting internet cafe. By paying five thousands rupiahs I can get internet access for a whole month. During my third and fourth my friend taught me how to beat the system. The campus internet billing system. It means that I could have unlimited internet access without paying. This was even better.&lt;br /&gt;After I graduated  this beating billing system technique was no longer applicable. Although it was still applicable I have to seek another improvement in this internet access area. Let's say that accessing internet from campus is no longer challenging since although I couldn't apply previous beating system technique, I had been provided unlimited internet access by the lab. So why bother beating the system if the system itself is willing to provide a free access?&lt;br /&gt;The next challenging step was providing internet access right in my very own room. This way I can stay connected anytime I want and I don't have to go to campus for internet access. So the project began. Accompanied by a friend who also has the same vision and same dream, we apply for personal internet access at local internet provider. First days was tough. We paid over a million and the day those equipments installed we got no connection and had to wait for another days. What a troublesome days.&lt;br /&gt;After internet connection established we started to share the connection among our friends. We bought various networking stuffs from cables to router, from access point to antenna. Hopefully this could remain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-2754854621349283225?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2754854621349283225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=2754854621349283225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/2754854621349283225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/2754854621349283225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2007/05/internet-business.html' title='Internet Business'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-3790539255341035055</id><published>2007-05-12T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T02:32:14.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamchaser Community</title><content type='html'>Reading Imam's blog about IF01 aggregator makes me want to post again. This time I'd like to highlight a community inside IF01. I call this community "The Dreamchaser Community", I just made up this name :D This community is shadow community. The only thing that bounds  it's members is a dream. Maybe even the member of this community doesn't realize about this bound but they seemed look after each other to maintain this bound. Kinda complicated, huh.&lt;br /&gt;The dream that bounds these members is to study in the next level. Getting scholarship is their goal. Although when it comes in getting scholarship they compete each other but still they inform each other when any opportunity arrives and help each other to fulfill the requirements. Perhaps this mutual helping atmosphere can be experienced in other community which it's primary goal is to get a job for better living.&lt;br /&gt;I realized the existence of this community at the end of my college. Maybe it already exist long time before I realized but who knows. This community has changed from the first time I noticed it's existence. The most obvious change I noticed was composition of it's member. Back then most of them are females and now males dominate this community. I don't know for sure why this change happened. Maybe because females are tend to find a safe &amp; steady place or maybe those new male members lately realize the promising future behind those challenges. God knows what the real reason is.&lt;br /&gt;Most of this community's  members are willing to work in Bandung so they can get news for opportunities to carry out their mission and to ease their paper &amp;amp; letter administration. These guys are racing against time. They totally realize that they have time limit. They can't keep trying for the rest of their life at this current condition. If they give up at old age it would suffer them even worse because they lost their time to apply a decent &amp; promising job. Even people who decide to become entrepreneur would lost precious time. Win-win solution would be chasing dream and preparing for the worst if that dream doesn't  come true, simultaneously. For some this is tough. So do you part of this community?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-3790539255341035055?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3790539255341035055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=3790539255341035055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/3790539255341035055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/3790539255341035055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2007/05/dreamchaser-community.html' title='Dreamchaser Community'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-4328818208661754769</id><published>2007-05-10T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T05:43:56.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've learned</title><content type='html'>Have I learned anything? If the time measurement starts about 5 years ago till today, the answer would be yes. I learned a lot. Beside those life experiences things I learned something which is obviously I should learn  because it was my major. That's information technology.&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago one of my friends who work in finance told me that I know nothing, I haven't see anything, I haven't learn anything, I haven't experiences anything compare to her. Sounds so cruel. When I hear it or perhaps read it at the first time, I didn't take it personal. I thought maybe she was in bad mood. But today when I remembered about what she said it made me little bit angry.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe until today my work is still only in IT and my environment may be still in the campus. Unlike her who not only learned about IT, finance, banking and maybe other knowledge that I don't know. Maybe she has traveled all over the country. But that doesn't give her right to judge me that I don't know any sh*t. One thing for sure she doesn't know me.&lt;br /&gt;Life has brought me lots of knowledge. Although I only focusing on IT and hanging on the campus but it gave me lots of knowledge as well. I learned technology stuffs from programming to banking treasury, from Unix system to smart card. I learned non-technology stuffs either from struggling to giving up, from teaching to counter-black campaign. Yes the last knowledge I mentioned is improving because of several things are happening in the center where usually I hang out. So if you are a person who has a job in  the core business of a big company which doesn't match your education background, making a big money, excellent career path and always concern about appearance, do you still think that anyone who still resist on campus focusing in one area that he/she like most doesn't know any sh*t?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-4328818208661754769?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4328818208661754769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=4328818208661754769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/4328818208661754769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/4328818208661754769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2007/05/things-ive-learned.html' title='Things I&apos;ve learned'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-346785332908272445</id><published>2007-05-04T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T07:34:29.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Activities Week</title><content type='html'>For this entire week I have activities from sunday to sunday. Unlike most of my days, which I spent most of the time in front of computers, this week I spent most of time doing outdoor activities. The reason why I spent most of my time doing indoor activities was because outdoor activities are  big-money-consuming activities. Place I visited most of those time was campus. I got bored visiting that place because I've seen it for over 5 years now. That's why when I went outside I usually didn't visit campus. Because other places are quite far from my hostel then I need transportation. Since I don't have any vehicle for transportation then obviously I have to pay for public transportation. And usually I spent more money for lunch and buying stuffs which interest me. That's why I choose indoor activities.&lt;br /&gt;But this week is quite different. I spent lost of time outside. Not just wandering around but for reasons. Quite good reasons.  I attended few test this week and preparing my next applications.Working on tests, medical checkup and filling applications requirement become my recent activities. Maybe this is because the next application deadline is near. Wow I really am a true deadliner. I finished most of my research proposal in a night. Beside those activities I tried to start the day by jogging. Quite healthy I guess although I only took few laps and spent most of the time talking with a friend and taking breakfast :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-346785332908272445?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/346785332908272445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=346785332908272445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/346785332908272445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/346785332908272445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2007/05/activities-week.html' title='Activities Week'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-317515742209394697</id><published>2007-04-24T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:23:18.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused Englishman or Confused me?</title><content type='html'>Few days ago I received letter from University of Reading informing that I got accepted as a student there. Quite confusing, I thought they didn't put me in the student list since I told them that without scholarship it would be impossible for me to attend the course. And I wasn't in the scholarship list.&lt;br /&gt;I felt reluctant to contact them because I thought, I already knew the answer. This afternoon I thought that it would be nice if I ask him whether the university can defer the offer till next year. Meanwhile I'll seek to secure my funding there. So I sent email to the postgraduate officer tell him that I'm gonna working on chevening this year however the fund won't be available till next year, if I get that lucky. He told me that he can make that kind of deferment. It was quite surprising, I thought it will be a strict rule for this kind of condition.&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked him again what should I do to complete the deferment procedure. He said that sending him an email would be enough and when I heard some news from chevening I should contact him at once. This only applies for good news :D And he said again if I didn't get that good news than I should make completely new application for next year.&lt;br /&gt;Doh, didn't I make myself clear enough in the first email. I told him clearly that the funds available next year and that only happens if I get lucky. Does this mean that not all europeans are smart so there'll be no different between them and us? I was right at the first place. I already knew the answer :D Well then I know one thing for sure that this one has to go as well. So bye bye Reading....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-317515742209394697?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/317515742209394697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=317515742209394697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/317515742209394697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/317515742209394697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2007/04/confused-englishman-or-confused-me.html' title='Confused Englishman or Confused me?'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-2553618132876283190</id><published>2007-04-23T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T20:47:43.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How long u gonna hold on?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I met a senior of mine. he's an alumni originated from the same town like mine. One of my lecturer thought it was quite odd for me not knowing him. Well u can't expect me to know all of them.  There's lots of  us and dispersed all over Bandung.&lt;br /&gt;He's going to Qatar for a new position in one of the oil company there. The salary he earned and he's gonna get in Qatar was quite alluring.  A young man with 6 years experiences in oil service does make a difference. We did a long chat accompanied by one of the lecturer from IF. She is one of us too.&lt;br /&gt;After lunch he told what happened after he graduated. He worked at astragraphia and then accepted at Schlumberger. He's married man with 2 children. He told me about life he was planning and the life he's willing to achieve. He asked himself few moments after graduated. How long I'm gonna live my life like this? Having a house, a car and financial safety for the family are the goals. He's right. This adventurous life has to end someday. Time is prescious at the moment. Each day could mean an opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;Writing research proposal, applying for alternative job, but still working on the indefinite product will be carried more seriously. Focus on my future and try not to make mistakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-2553618132876283190?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2553618132876283190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=2553618132876283190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/2553618132876283190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/2553618132876283190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-long-u-gonna-hold-on.html' title='How long u gonna hold on?'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-7563442935692262833</id><published>2007-04-12T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T07:14:51.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family's Challenge</title><content type='html'>Last week I visited a friend's daughter in a hospital. She was ill. It wasn't light disease after all. It was very sad what happened to my friend and his family. She was less than 2 months old, yet she had to carry that pain. On that moment too my other friend also told me that his son also must carry out a surgery. Whatta a life.&lt;br /&gt;By looking at my friend and his wife, gave me strength and also fear at the same. Why's that? I couldn't imagine how hard this time for them. Especially at this rate of earning. I always thinking with my current condition, it will be difficult to have a family. Family needs lots resource to keep them secure. Family doesn't deserve to be put on jeopardy. I don't blame my friends who already married. In fact I admire their courage. These conditions gave me a valuable lesson to be grateful to what I have. My other friend told me that because I'm the youngest in my team, the pressure on me would be lighter that anyone. I can't disagree. He was right. But here I am still complaining and feel stressful.&lt;br /&gt;What happened to my friends also gave me strength to run this life to the fullest. What happen to me right now is much lighter than what's happened to my friends. This feeling of depression has to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;One faith that one day this whole thing would change. Everything would be much better than today. Rejected applications, uncertain future someday would be replaced by a much brighter day. And one last hope that when that day come I still have people I care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-7563442935692262833?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7563442935692262833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=7563442935692262833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/7563442935692262833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/7563442935692262833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2007/04/familys-challenge.html' title='Family&apos;s Challenge'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-8765690112086239954</id><published>2007-03-11T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T16:44:17.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pursuit of "The Pursuit of Happiness"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLswFxndH-w/RfQlgVzvWVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jaKWqqozm3s/s1600-h/gardner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLswFxndH-w/RfQlgVzvWVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jaKWqqozm3s/s320/gardner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040695120474626386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the movie was released last year but due to lack of information as well as lack of willingness to sacrifice about 20.000 rupiahs made me  watched this movie few days ago. My friend told me about this movie earlier but I thought I already watched the movie. But it turned out that I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;This movie, in my point of view, is great. It was very inspiring, it told me to hang in there, it gave me hopes about the promising future of hardworks.  The story was about a man who had not enough money to rent a shelter for him and his son, absolutely homeless, he and his son had to move from one place to another. They often stayed at flophouse. They even slept in locked bathroom at subway station. However this man never gave up. He joined stockbroker internship, which gave him no money, and working as a sales person, who seldom sold his merchandise, at the same time. He insisted to keep his son because he made a promise that his children must know who their father was unlike him who knew his father at 28. His wife left him, His friend refused to give him financial support during those difficult moments.&lt;br /&gt;The happy ending was the man got accepted as stockbroker and his life getting better since then.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was based on true story of Christofer Paul Gardner, CEO and founder of Gardner Rich. I did a little research about this man and I found out that his company was awarded by former President Bill Clinton as the best investment company in USA with assets of more than 1 million USD. At the end of the movie Christofer Gardner himself made appearance. I didn't notice at the first time but when I rewinded the movie, yeap, that's got to be him.&lt;br /&gt;The result of my research is little bit different. In the movie Mr. Gardner became homeless before he became a stockbroker but I read in wikipedia that he was homeless after he got promoted as a stockbroker. Many details about his past was not presented in the movie. This is quite understandable because the movie's duration won't fit to cover all his interesting life story. One more thing, Chris Gardner and his son was homeless for almost a year. Quite endurance, wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how a homeless man that lack of money, just a money for food and transportation, and had to support a toddler could manage this far. He was only high school-graduate person. His first dream was to become a doctor but due to many obstacles he had to alter his dream. He worked as a sales person for a medical supply company where he found a very little money to support his family. In the movie this was the reason why his wife left him.&lt;br /&gt;The movie taught me something that starting enterpreneurship doesn't have to be young and single. Chris Gardner found his way to do this. He was over 28 at that moment and he had a son to support. I was too influenced by those silicon valley giants.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the world belongs to creative people. Must think some way that others hasn't think of it! Let me quote words from Chris Gardner to his son. It said more less like this "Don't let anyone, including myself, say that you can't do anything. If you have a dream then protect it!".&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream and it isn't like to-have-a-dream dream. A real dream. Actually it was two dreams twisted together. This twisted dream was heavily influenced by previous heroes I knew before this guy. And this dream is very hard to achieve since I got rejected several times. Does this mean I can achieve happiness like Chris Gardner if I alter my dream? Hmm happiness and money sure are difficult to separate, aren't they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-8765690112086239954?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8765690112086239954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=8765690112086239954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/8765690112086239954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/8765690112086239954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2007/03/pursuit-of-pursuit-of-happiness.html' title='The Pursuit of &quot;The Pursuit of Happiness&quot;'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLswFxndH-w/RfQlgVzvWVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jaKWqqozm3s/s72-c/gardner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-7312701715636904931</id><published>2007-02-21T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T07:04:10.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Down</title><content type='html'>The moment was this afternoon. I opened a web site that I've long abandoned. Web site that I didn't want to open till next few weeks. But this lightning struck me right to the heart. The announcement had been made and I'm not in the list. Disappointed? The answer is absolutely yes. I'd spent time and money for this. Lots of things I'd done for this.&lt;br /&gt;I realize that not everything must happen like we want it to happen. Few of my friends cheered me up that I belongs to greater thing than that. I have no choice but to believe in it. It's just that belonging to that place is what I want right now. Experiencing the climate, the view, the environment, the living and the culture had been in my mind. Maybe this is the answer for her pray. but I shouldn't blame anyone. This is what's the best for me.&lt;br /&gt;Still expecting for the other two but the rejected one has the biggest chance so I prepare to accept the fact that I won't be in the list for the other two. What ever the result I get I must be prepared. Prepared for the back up plan. Another unexpected road lies ahead promising another adventure (Trying to cheer myself).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-7312701715636904931?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7312701715636904931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=7312701715636904931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/7312701715636904931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/7312701715636904931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-down.html' title='One Down'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-939750588022233049</id><published>2007-02-10T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T07:01:12.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surged like a storm</title><content type='html'>It's 4 am and I'm very tired right now but I couldn't able to sleep even for a while. Something have been surged like a storm in my mind all night long. Have you ever been a situation where you're about to do something you really want to do and you've planning to do it a long time ago, but suddenly the condition and people around you won't let you do it?&lt;br /&gt;This situation is happening to me. I've been dreaming, planning, sacrificing and working for years to get this done. And when it's near the moment of truth, storm came out of nowhere. I don't wanna let it go easily. I know I have a small chance but if I have to fail then it won't because I don't give it a shot. This is the first time in my life where seeing my dream comes true would be the most painful activity. It would disappoint someone I care most in this world. Someone who are willing to die for me but won't let me do the same thing for her. She is the last living person on earth who I want to disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;For couple of hours I don't know what I have to do after she said that. Do I really have to retreat? For all my life I tried so hard to make her proud of me. Every plan and every action I took always put the same goal. To see her smile upon me.&lt;br /&gt;But now everything's change I have to re-evaluate what's important for me. It's quite obvious that some one has to sacrifice, someone has to give up hope. The result of deciding who has to give up would be effecting the rest of my life. Sorry for being dramatic but this might true. In this very short moment I'm expecting a miracle for a win-win solution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-939750588022233049?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/939750588022233049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=939750588022233049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/939750588022233049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/939750588022233049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2007/02/surged-like-storm.html' title='Surged like a storm'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-6778159897745317626</id><published>2007-01-29T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T08:26:39.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the world of researches</title><content type='html'>Finally I resigned as an instructor at JCC. I must admit there's something I miss in teaching at JCC. The curious looks of the participants, the words I blabbered to them, the computers I used to maintain. I don't miss the people in it coz I'm still in the center not as an instructor but as a researcher. Mobile and messaging again. Sounds boring but those research topics are the only topics available for me while I'm finishing the never-ending project. Even though I'm not missing the people of JCC, I definitely gonna miss them if one, or more, of my applications gets accepted which means I must be thousands of miles apart from JCC and the people in it. I don't know why I'm thinking bout those applications now after forgetting them for weeks. I've done enough for those applications. I completed all of their requirements and I already sent them on time so there's no need to keep them in mind. just wait for the surprises.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to finish all my researches and the never-ending project while waiting for those applications result.  There are two researches I'm working on. Those are from the national education department and research &amp; technology department. These researches make me open my previous knowledge about mobile computing and instant messaging. Although they seem quite similar there is difference between them. The first research I'm working on is about the client side while the other is about the server side.&lt;br /&gt;I already have the prototype for the first research topic, the client. The challenge is to re-design the user interface so it can be more user-friendly and fits the display environment of the cell-phone by any type as many as possible. Integrating the system with the main, m-learning, system would be another challenge too. Some improvements on the engine would be required.&lt;br /&gt;The second topic is to maintain a server application. The application is already provided and available in internet. Yes, it looks lots more simple than the first one but don't get it wrong this could be the most complicated research I've ever worked on. Since there's a huge possibilities to hack the engine of the application so it can handle some features like compression, file sharing, etc. Although documentation is provided but still I didn't write the code and its always painful when u have to read someone else code especially when the writer is not around you. Well for this topic I'd try to make it as simple as possible :)&lt;br /&gt;The progress for the first is that I finished working on the chat room interface. It took me about 3 days to build this interface. I tried to imitate  the conventional  desktop instant messaging chat room interface but some constraint occurred.  My friend built one of this interface, a nice one, I asked him how he built it and he answered "use the Canvas". First stage was learning and using the canvas. I did it, I made the interface but I had no idea how to operate it since several functions must be embedded on that canvas. After hours of browsing and reading I decided to drop canvas off and switch to CustomItem component. This component gives Canvas capabilities and it can be integrated into Form which means some functions that the UI must handle can be obtained from other form-based components such as TextField. The second stage was implementing the Chat room into reality and it cost me entire weekend just to build the UI and implementing it's functions. Nah, I lied, I spent most of the time watching TV and movies. What a lazy boy :D&lt;br /&gt;The progress for the second is that I've downloaded the software and ready to install it in my computer. But first I have to clean my computer after it got struck by a virus two weeks ago. I'm downloading the antivirus now. While waiting the download perhaps I could write a post and if I still have time to kill I'd just watch an anime. Well posting time's up and still I have time to kill so that's all for today. see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/900213853202595123-6778159897745317626?l=bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6778159897745317626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=900213853202595123&amp;postID=6778159897745317626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/6778159897745317626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/900213853202595123/posts/default/6778159897745317626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayulifepartstory.blogspot.com/2007/01/into-world-of-researches.html' title='Into the world of researches'/><author><name>Rahadian Bayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10866999440849782183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-900213853202595123.post-858912842874335994</id><published>2007-01-21T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T06:04:29.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of a center</title><content type='html'>First of all I'd like to introduce you guys bout my new blog. Yes, I already have one in the friendster. The reason why I move to this one is because friendster's blog wouldn't allow anyone who doesn't have friendster account or someone who already has account but willingless to login to friendster to give some comments. So I hope that this blog would reach further. OK enough about that. Let the story begin.&lt;br /&gt;This story began when I was at third grade. I was young, strong, rich and charming. Sorry, I lied bout the rich part :D. One of my friend told me that there'll be a center built in campus and I was offered to be one of its components. Truth be told, I was excited at that moment. However, the excitement was gone for few months. No further news about the center. Months after my friend told me I started to forget about it and thought that was just a hoax.&lt;br /&gt;After no-notice months it turned out that I was wrong. The center was for real and I was called by the director about the center's establishment. The center will be called Java Competency Center (JCC). The first step of establishment is to get me and other future-instructor certified. He sent me to take courses for the certification exam. Like good student I took those courses and not forget to ditch during the courses :D There was one thing I like bout taking courses. That was the food. By taking those courses I can had free meal for two weeks. Notice that at that moment I was still a student.&lt;br /&gt;After taking those courses I took the certification exam and achieved success with a minimum score. A week after the exam the D-Day of JCC establishment arrived. It was energy-consume preparation. Booking the hall, preparing the meal, contacting the talks, sending invitations, ordering toolkits, designing brochures and printing them, souvenirs and preparing the lab. At the beginning there were only two people handling this preparation me and my buddy budi. And yet, we also had to prepare for the exam I mentioned earlier. A very rush time. But helps came out of no where for the preparation. Thanks guys. Finally we made it. The JCC was established by having three instructors, I was one of them. The best, or may be the real struggle, started after the launching.&lt;br /&gt;Months after the launching I felt nothing was running. JCC seemed dead. No activities at all. Late june 2005 JCC started to live.  Our first  training participants were from class of dikmenjur. On the first day it was frustrating, many of the participants is not familiar with Java and solaris environment. Three of the instructors had to participate on that day. There were two casualties. Two of the computers downed. I wasn't familiar with Solaris myself at the moment so we called help from Jakarta.  After that I started to learn about Solaris and handling the problems occured myself.&lt;br /&gt;Well long story short, we conducted lots of trainings. Most of them was for postgraduates and one class for doctoral students. Lots thing happened. We taught two classes without getting paid even till now. There were also two other classes which we had to wait for months to get paid. I had to go to Jakarta representing JCC for many events. These tasks was considered quite ambitious because usually at the difficult moments with minimum resources and short preparations. Maintaining the computers so it would be available for trainings and repair them when they got problems. Somehow I could manage all of those tasks.&lt;br /&gt;Wages I got from teaching in the center was so low that if I got no other source fund I would quit right after I finish my degree. I worked on a project and thankfully I got enough payment from there.&lt;br /&gt;Few months after I graduated was the tempting moment in my life. Most of my friends had jobs in jakarta.  They had status, career path and excellent salary as well.   Somehow I could manage through it with one faith that I'm gonna do great too. Somehow, someway.&lt;br /&gt;Half year passed. Researches and training grow quite fast. The staffs number are also increased. Few men joined us. Most of them are now instructors in the center. The center looks lots more live now then one-half year ago.  Incomes for the center is also increased. Somehow I think that it's time for me to go. Me and the other first instructors think the same way. We've brought the center this far. We're very exhausted. Now things are getting better. The environment is much more decent for work. Well, we'll let the new staffs work to continue this task. It's time to leave. Thank you for the opportunities, hopes and hard works for all this time. Although many of them didn't  come true I  still believe those hopes would  come true in the short period.  The firsts had done their works. Now it's time for the second generation of JCC take place. 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