<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-7338226422694874623</id><updated>2024-09-10T04:18:49.103+08:00</updated><category term="Advetorial"/><category term="Independence"/><category term="Indonesia"/><category term="Inspirational"/><category term="Ali Walangadi"/><category term="Artist"/><category term="End The Occupation"/><category term="For Gaza"/><category term="Jokes"/><category term="Painter"/><title type='text'>Glass Of Water</title><subtitle type='html'>Here I write down my feeling, my mind, my soul, my spirit and my experience... With one expectation, usefull for kindness...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceritakan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338226422694874623/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338226422694874623.post-662990325897775080</id><published>2011-02-26T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T07:34:26.307+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ali Walangadi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Artist"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Painter"/><title type='text'>Tra lala Tri lili Tara didi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;No one would steal from the old man but it was better to take the sail and the heavy lines home as the dew was bad for them and, though he was quite sure no local people would steal from him, the old man thought that a gaff and a harpoon were needless temptations to leave in a boat. &quot;The Oldman and The Sea - Ernest Hemingway&quot;&lt;/blockquote&gt;In memoriam &lt;a href=&quot;http://aanburhany.blogspot.com/2008/06/zaman-edan-dan-doa-buat-husni.html&quot;&gt;Ali Walangadi&lt;/a&gt;, rest in peace 14th Pebruari 2011&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjKSFUx65omOE4csQa1eTUX13-QTiMznT1ifvvZo0LT3I7WO0MCrcZD2k_Edme0MbhVVICwtVyWT-QrJqukFoJ7Oo7PPQqUrzXHzKNj5qtrPY0Vyte-7rRnBoklZEGHylOf-5l6jAGik0/s1600/ali-walangadi.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;266&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjKSFUx65omOE4csQa1eTUX13-QTiMznT1ifvvZo0LT3I7WO0MCrcZD2k_Edme0MbhVVICwtVyWT-QrJqukFoJ7Oo7PPQqUrzXHzKNj5qtrPY0Vyte-7rRnBoklZEGHylOf-5l6jAGik0/s400/ali-walangadi.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338226422694874623/posts/default/662990325897775080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338226422694874623/posts/default/662990325897775080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakan.blogspot.com/2011/02/tra-lala-tri-lili-tara-didi.html' title='Tra lala Tri lili Tara didi'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjKSFUx65omOE4csQa1eTUX13-QTiMznT1ifvvZo0LT3I7WO0MCrcZD2k_Edme0MbhVVICwtVyWT-QrJqukFoJ7Oo7PPQqUrzXHzKNj5qtrPY0Vyte-7rRnBoklZEGHylOf-5l6jAGik0/s72-c/ali-walangadi.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338226422694874623.post-1291973364884001926</id><published>2011-02-13T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T18:49:00.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Need To Wait 14th February Every Year</title><content type='html'>If want to say; I love you, I need you, I do care about you. Do it now, do it everyday. That&amp;#39;s love.&lt;br&gt;Sent from BlackBerry&amp;#174; boleh minjem. Adakah yg bukan pinjaman semata?</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338226422694874623/posts/default/1291973364884001926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338226422694874623/posts/default/1291973364884001926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakan.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-need-to-wait-14th-february-every.html' title='No Need To Wait 14th February Every Year'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338226422694874623.post-406853379164352839</id><published>2010-07-11T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T14:01:52.735+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="End The Occupation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="For Gaza"/><title type='text'>We Are Not Living In &quot;Kappa&quot;</title><content type='html'>Akutagawa Ryūnosuke imaginary country in his novel, which ended his life by suicide shortly after writing the short novel &quot;Kappa&quot; 83 years ago, the world where human before birth to the earth may choose to birth or not.&lt;br /&gt;
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We live in a world with a variety of walls, built on hatred heirloom, wrapped in a false legality in the name of race, ethnicity, class and even religious to kill each other, hate each other, cussing each other and to monopolize the God while occasionally feel worthy acts with God&#39;s name.&lt;br /&gt;
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We really can not choose to be born behind a wall of Jewish, Arab, Christian, Muslim or atheist, but we can choose to make this world better or worse, by passing down through generations of hatred in the name of whatever it is, and forget the universal equation ,--for God&#39;s sake -- we are humans, not animals, where the strong prey on the weak.&lt;br /&gt;
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I cried when brave people were attacked because -- I assume, shame on me -- continue our &quot;caring&quot;, they try to achieve what we can only cry from afar, brave people who can reduce the sense of guilt in the chest while we lunch, while the population of Gaza do not know yet still have a home tonight or not.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I do not want to continue the hate. I pity those who are killing another for piece of land, the land that God promised them oppressive. God as a landlord. Someday, they will meet the Lord in debate as they argue with Moses.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also do not want to birth in Kappa. I was born in the world that is collapsible by the ideas of residents themselves. I believe we were born here, on this earth not only to benefit but also beneficial to the life around, no matter how small it was.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338226422694874623/posts/default/406853379164352839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338226422694874623/posts/default/406853379164352839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakan.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-are-not-living-in-kappa.html' title='We Are Not Living In &quot;Kappa&quot;'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338226422694874623.post-5069485787360324498</id><published>2010-06-12T16:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T16:19:02.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanoute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&#39;posterous_autopost&#39;&gt;&lt;a href=&#39;http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ahsanburhany/T8Npu3dIH1oCMwjY8POrsYRyHXbgY2U7wTlHsN7eLQsD8JVsce20yukPTq3F/kanoute_2.jpg&#39;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/ahsanburhany/Y28k1XYG0FmaOXpAOIGrY212AdArxppN6hRtPkaXFgDd30xXxjb8Uo29mxxN/kanoute_2.jpg.scaled.500.jpg&quot; width=&quot;500&quot; height=&quot;369&quot;/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Source: &lt;a href=&quot;http://edition.cnn.com/2009/SPORT/football/01/15/debate.kanoute/index.html&quot;&gt;CNN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we gonna see something like this at world cup 2010?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;font-size: 10px;&quot;&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://posterous.com&quot;&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href=&quot;http://ahsanburhany.posterous.com/kanoute&quot;&gt;ahsanburhany&#39;s posterous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338226422694874623/posts/default/5069485787360324498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338226422694874623/posts/default/5069485787360324498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakan.blogspot.com/2010/06/kanoute.html' title='Kanoute'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338226422694874623.post-397464967606611022</id><published>2009-07-22T09:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T19:30:18.690+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspirational"/><title type='text'>Independent Women from Tanimbar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Women in Tanimbar, Maluku, refuse to be financially dependent. By working together in groups, they help raise and feed their families.&lt;br /&gt;
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WOMEN in Tanimbar are of an independent spirit. It’s taboo for them to sit idly by while their husbands are hard at work to feed the families. Lodowina Takendekut is one of these women. After preparing the family’s meals, Lodowina would go straight to the farm located not far from home. Daily she would spend much of her time on the 150squaremeter farm growing onions and groundnuts.&lt;br /&gt;
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The first harvest was very encouraging, producing 60 kilograms of onions. Each kilogram sold for Rp150,000 on the market. It means that Lodowina took home Rp9 million in income from the first harvest. It was a big income for Lodowina. Since she joined a farm group called Lolorain, Lodowina has learned better farming methods. She found out that she could plant not only groundnuts but also onions on her farm.&lt;br /&gt;
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“The last groundnut harvest was disappointing because of plant disease,” said Lodowina. Now she focuses on onions, although she still grows groundnuts.&lt;br /&gt;
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Although two members of her group resigned, Lodowina and seven others remained. Last week they agreed to set aside a portion of their income into a group fund.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lodowina and her fellow members have decided to form a loan and savings cooperative so that they won’t have to rely any longer on capital assistance from Yayasan Sor Silai, an Oxfam GB partner, which has been facilitating the group’s development. The idea of forming a cooperative has also been expressed by Griffina Siyompuai, a seaweed farmer determined to release womenfolk and her group of seaweed farmers in the village from dependence on outsiders for assistance.&lt;br /&gt;
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“We had the group formed last year, but we realized then that we couldn’t continue relying on others for assistance,” she said. “We must be independent and the only way to be so is for us to form a cooperative.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Before receiving assistance from Yayasan Sor Silai, Griffina had worked on farming on a plot of land just outside her house. Early this year she began raising seaweed with the seeds, ropes and other necessary materials provided by Yayasan Sor Silai.&lt;br /&gt;
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Griffina has since had two seaweed harvests. The first harvest produced six gunny bags of wet seaweed, the second five bags. After drying, the volume reduced to an average of two gunny bags. Traders in Saumlaki buy the dried seaweed for Rp100,000. One kilo of dried seaweed sells for Rp5,000. Harvesting takes place about 45 days after planting. Griffina produces 30 kilos of seaweed a harvest, generating Rp150,000 in income, enough to make her optimistic of the future of seaweed growing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Veronica Kelbulan, a 20 year old seaweed farmer, feels the same way. That afternoon she and her husband Amus didn’t mind sweating in the sun. It was the day of the first harvest of their seaweed farm. Veronica joined her group of seaweed farmers only recently to earn additional income. As a small fishing family living on a small income, her decision to join the group was enthusiastically supported by her husband. She heard from fishermen’s wives who had already joined the group that seaweed farming was not a difficult vocation.&lt;br /&gt;
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Seaweed seed and other necessary material for seaweed farming were provided by Yayasan Sor Silai which also trained members of the group on good farming methods.&lt;br /&gt;
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“It’s easy work for women,” said Amus. “Every time I go to the sea, I always take time to see our seaweed farm and clean the ropes of anything that attaches to them.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Amus and Veronica plan to use proceeds from the sales of their seaweed to buy a bigger boat with a bigger engine of their own. The boat they use now is rented from its owner. Amus himself is a member of a fishermen’s group. With savings collected from members, the group aims not only to have every member with his own boat, but also rent out surplus boats to other fishermen. Proceeds from the rentals would add to the group’s savings fund.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not only fishermen of productive years are enthusiastic. Yustina Batumuleng, a 51yearold, refused to just stay home. Although all her children had grown up, she decided to live on her own, not relying on them for a living. Old age makes Yustina eager to live and work. Daily, after a clothweaving routine, she would go to the farm and inspect 250 banana trees which he planted on the land in 2006. The seedlings were provided by Yayasan Sor Silai.&lt;br /&gt;
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Each week Yustina would sell her bananas to buyers on a market nearer to home. “I don’t have to go to other villages because most of the buyers are from my own village,” she said smiling. Each hand of bananas sells for Rp35,000 and each bunch between Rp3,000 and Rp5,000.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last year at the urging of Yayasan Sor Silai, Yustina also grew cassava roots, green peas, and other plants in between the bananas to generate even more income. At the same time Yustina also continued to earn from cloth weaving. “Cloth weaving is my principal work, farming is only a side activity to spend idle hours,” said Yustina.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yustina produces various woven cloth, including sarong, long fabrics, and shawls. A long fabric sells from Rp100,000 to Rp300,000 apiece. A shawl is cheaper as it doesn’t require much material, work and time. Yustina is assisted by a woman six years older and who is happy with her work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since 2006, Paulina has had several banana harvests, saving portions of her income. She and other members of her group have decided to form a cooperative with the initial capital drawn from their savings. The cooperative aims to manage the fund and help members market their produce.&lt;br /&gt;
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So many choices about jeans. So, lady&#39;s how to find which one is the best for you? At &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.shopwiki.co.uk/wiki/Womens+Jeans&quot;&gt;wikishop.com&lt;/a&gt; you can find a simple buying guide finding which jeans is fit for you and --the most improtant thing-- which one will makes you feel comfort when use it. Wikishop not just a shopping but try to give us &quot;knowloedge&quot; (you know is a wiki&#39;s :) about the product that you wanna buy. Finding the perfect pair of jeans is like attending aerobics class wearing a thong. At first it’s kinda painful but afterwards you’ll feel thinner. Most women have an average of ten pairs of jeans lying around. Admit it. The majority of your jeans aren’t charming. If you wear “Mom Jeans,” tapered, elastic waist, stonewashed bad 80’s (not to be confused with the Fall’s ‘skinny’ jeans) throw them out. Another deadly jean sin is the low-rise pants that reveal deadly butt/gut cleavage. Public whale tails (thongs) and love handles are not attractive.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even jeans is unisex clothes, but there is Jeans made for womens only. You will find so many model and choices at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.shopwiki.co.uk/wiki/Womens+Jeans&quot;&gt;wikishop.com&lt;/a&gt; Some sample of their collection:&lt;br /&gt;
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If you have little tiny space to put lamps in your kitchen or book cabinet , &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.shopwiki.com/search/Under-Cabinet+Lighting&quot;&gt;Under Cabinet Lighting&lt;/a&gt; are good choice. Easy to install and didn&#39;t need lot of space.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Mankind maps its history&lt;/b&gt; through progression of ages; the Stone Age, the Bronze Age, the Iron Age, and more recently, the Industrial Age and the Information Age. When something new happens, we draw a line and start a new age. In this kind of context, it’s easy to think that one age has to end before another begins. But Tony Buzan takes issue with linear thinking, in more ways than one. It’s the wrong tool for the demands of our constantly changing modern world, he believes. The arrival of the Information Age, he asserts, is but a new aspect of the existing Industrial Age. We need a new model to cope with the challenges that face us today. &quot;Industry has been thought of in recent times as sheer production manufacturing and not so creative as the computer side/service side,&quot; he began. &lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;If you look at the history of industry, though, it is the product of geniuses, having superb ideas for major innovations to help human beings live a more productive, easier, more convenient, successful life. Industry is a hotbed of creativity. &quot; Buzan’s stance is that the pace of change dictates that Ages the historians might be tempted to separate, are in fact, overlapping. &quot;We are still in the Industrial Age,&quot; he explains. &quot;We are also in an information Age, a Knowledge and Management Age; we are in an age of the brain. All these titles are being given to the 21st century. My point to industry is it’s still in an Industrial Age and it will always be in an Industrial Age. Industry isn’t something that is going to die out.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Tony Buzan is the inventor of Mind Maps, a graphic thought-organisation process which has become widely heralded as the ‘Swiss army knife of the brain’. His first book, Use Your Head, was published over 25 years ago and has sold over a million copies. Since then there has been a succession of mind- and memory-improvement books. His work with industry is conducted through The Buzan Centres of learning, an international network which offers unique training courses designed to turn companies into thinking and learning organisations. Among the many concepts taught include some which have become the latest buzzwords, knowledge management and change management.&lt;br /&gt;
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tools we have to deal with change are inadequate. New technology has transformed the way we live and work and play, so we have to transform the way we think. &quot;What we do is bring the latest ‘brain technology’ into industry, &quot; he explains. &quot;We help them specifically to use the mental and often physical tools that are now available, to help people at all levels of a company learn how to handle change, learn how to handle information, learn how to handle creative thinking and innovation, because industry of all sectors requires a constant updating of the product. Whether it be a car, or a sewing machine or a vacuum cleaner or a spoon, it requires that particular company to focus on maintaining its position in the marketplace. What we discuss with them is looking at the term industry in a wider perspective, because industry is creativity. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Buzan is an original thinker, and original thinking can be challenging. Yet he combines a new way of looking at things with a style of delivery that makes everything seem simple. He points out something you haven’t noticed before and makes it seem obvious. He mocks the limitations of conventional thinking, not with contempt, but with humour. His observation on the modern boardroom as a place of creativity is both comical and illuminating. &quot;Go into a boardroom and observe what is on the table,&quot; he says. &quot;There is generally a lined pad of paper, a single cheap black biro, some water and some sugar sweets. Now the boardroom is where the top brains in the industry come together to discuss, organise, simulate,exchange, create, plan and solve problems. &lt;br /&gt;
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The room where every major issue that needs to be dealt with in that industry is discussed. To give a massive bio—computer like a brain a thinking tool of a cheap black pen and lined paper is like giving an astronaut a broomstick and saying, ‘get to the moon’.&quot; When Buzan talks about tools for creative thinking, he means more than coloured pens, although they are a&lt;br /&gt;
prominent feature of his desk and his work. But there are mental as well as physical tools. &quot;li` you buy a piece of equipment, &quot; he points out, &quot;you get an operations manual which tells you how it’s constructed, vvhere the parts are, how to use it, how to connect to other instruments, and who to contact if something goes wrong. Now we come onto the planet with most amazing computer imaginable, your human brain, and where’s the operations manual? We at the Buzan Group are offering that operations manual for the prime operative.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Our objective in industry is to give people tools that help their industry grow, help it to change and nurture leaders within it,&quot; he continues. &quot;They asked for it, which is why change management has become such a massive mantra. They realise that if they don’t change, they die. &quot;Every single brain is a huge chamber of creativity, and all that it needs are the tools with which that creativity can be released,&quot; Buzan goes on. One of those tools is the Mind Map. A favourite example he uses to introduce the concept is its contrast with linear note taking, of the kind that most of us learned at school, continued through university and which we now practise in meetings. We do it in straight lines to be tidy, and with the ubiquitous black biro. &quot;But monochrome is monotonous,&quot; says Buzan, &quot;and when the brain is bored it turns off. It does not focus on the innovation or the problem, it does not know how to plan. &lt;br /&gt;
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Creative thinkers don’t take linear notes. They take messy notes. The brain has linkages, maps and networks. The minute you realise that and start to reflect your thinking in a map form, suddenly your brain starts to see new connections. The minute you start to see new connections you are involved in a creative explosion. Creativity is the ability to see connections with images. Industry has got to learn to do that. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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An early influence of Buzan’s was the great inventor and industrialist Thomas Edison, to whose methods Mind Mapping bears more than a passing resemblance. &quot;Edison said there is no problem that our brain can’t solve. All we have to do is learn how to th ink. He used to have tables with totally different things being developed and he found that table Z suddenly linked in his mind with table C and he’d have a new idea. To me industry is in a very healthy situation in that it is becoming self-aware and self-directed, and that’s all you need.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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What the Mind Map does, he explains, is to take a central idea and build a map around it. You might take the annual plan, or R&amp;D, or marketing or product development. Then you build up the networks around that central focus. &quot;The Mind Map helps you put outside your head what is inside it,&quot; he says, &quot;and you get a grasp of the whole picture, which is so crucial today with so much coming in. People are only seeing the trees, they’re not seeing the wood in which these things are happening. The Mind Map is a natural reflection of the way the mind thinks.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Buzan has more telling observations on learning to think, drawing comparisons between how young children do it naturally, how the education system teaches us and how we struggle to think creatively as adults. He quoted a study completed recently which analysed the behaviours and thinking tools observed in people who were given problems to solve. &quot;Very young children use 98 per cent of all thinking tools. By the time they’re 12 they use about 75 per cent. By the time they’re teenagers they’re down to 50 per cent, by the time they’re in university it’s less than 25 per cent - less than 15 per cent by the time they’re in industry.&quot; The problem is simple, he says. We are taught what to think, before we are taught how to think.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another traditional concept that Buzan challenges is time management, for the same reason that he questions linear note taking. Traditional time management strikes him as linear, too. &quot;My point is that time doesn’t need managing,&quot; he says. &quot;lt’s been managing itself forever, quite comfortably, without our interference. To think of it as time management throws you slightly off balance, so we take people through the tools for managing themselves in time.&quot; It may sound like a semantic distinction at first, but think about it and it becomes as clear an example as you could have of the importance of understanding a problem before you attempt to solve it. Once you put the emphasis on what has to be managed, ie, yourself, you approach the issue with an entirely different attitude. And that, without doubt, is what’s needed right now.  &lt;br /&gt;
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I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I&#39;ve ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That&#39;s it. No big deal. Just three stories.&lt;br /&gt;
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The first story is about connecting the dots.&lt;br /&gt;
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I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?&lt;br /&gt;
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It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: &quot;We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?&quot; They said: &quot;Of course.&quot; My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.&lt;br /&gt;
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And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents&#39; savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn&#39;t see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn&#39;t interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.&lt;br /&gt;
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It wasn&#39;t all romantic. I didn&#39;t have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends&#39; rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:&lt;br /&gt;
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Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn&#39;t have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can&#39;t capture, and I found it fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;
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None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.&lt;br /&gt;
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Again, you can&#39;t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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My second story is about love and loss.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.&lt;br /&gt;
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I really didn&#39;t know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.&lt;br /&gt;
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I didn&#39;t see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple&#39;s current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn&#39;t been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don&#39;t lose faith. I&#39;m convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You&#39;ve got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven&#39;t found it yet, keep looking. Don&#39;t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you&#39;ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don&#39;t settle.&lt;br /&gt;
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My third story is about death.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: &quot;If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you&#39;ll most certainly be right.&quot; It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: &quot;If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?&quot; And whenever the answer has been &quot;No&quot; for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.&lt;br /&gt;
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Remembering that I&#39;ll be dead soon is the most important tool I&#39;ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn&#39;t even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor&#39;s code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you&#39;d have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I&#39;m fine now.&lt;br /&gt;
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This was the closest I&#39;ve been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:&lt;br /&gt;
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No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don&#39;t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life&#39;s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.&lt;br /&gt;
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Your time is limited, so don&#39;t waste it living someone else&#39;s life. Don&#39;t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people&#39;s thinking. Don&#39;t let the noise of others&#39; opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960&#39;s, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.&lt;br /&gt;
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Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: &quot;Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.&quot; It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you all very much.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we ask to poppa and mamma: “Does we equal to animal?” Silent Poppa and bolt from its easy chair the old man, silent mamma with sad eyes, “Should be like that?”&lt;br /&gt;
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In Europe, World War II erupts. Germany and italian attacks its neighbouring state. The Netherlands totally ruined. The Netherlands in irate Indonesia last declare war on Japan. We also contribute “Maandag Cent” to buy opponent fighter plane last Japan sings hymne : “Eens komt de dag dat Netherland zal herijzen. Tra la la. Three li li” Tai in in! (aan: makassar slank; tai di di = bullshit)&lt;br /&gt;
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Japan has been show fight. In a short time all East Asias Raya are conquered then land in philippine and at a time in Manado, Ambon. Pass by Barombong they pursue the Netherlands in South Sulawesi. The Netherlands scampers retreat. Nothing any one bullet exits from weapon snout the Netherlands and lift whiteflag in Garege. Shuttlecock gitu!&lt;br /&gt;
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Password Nippon-Indonesia: Together ne! Hi, Hi, Hi! Our Age adult level. Our Slow not as yet common to lift head and not as yet common to stare at our samurai although body thin dystrophy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Attack over lord Allied menghujam Germany. Italian surender before attacked.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bombs destroy defence citadels Japan in East Asia Raya not unless in city Makassar. Dead bodys and blood, either on street or in school. And no more sob tagis is heard.&lt;br /&gt;
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Again, we equal to animal. This is war, kill or killed. With two atom bombs Japan at discretion and emperor Hirohito promises no action mistake in common later on. We is World War II pickings. We experience of this, we this distress, we become this frantic era torture, not experienced generation setelahnya.&lt;br /&gt;
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By second motion, we enter new era that never experienced also generation that has bore us. We is actor that take the stand trusted in this frantic era, we become patient from this discourtesy.&lt;br /&gt;
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We that already not as yet common to stare at samurai, now unsheathe dagger, lagecong, lance and will battle stare at forwards advocate fatherland Indonesia. Our Target one, independence Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;
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With hefty step and eye binar you enter SMP Nasional in Makassar first republic school in Provinsi Sulawesi. “Why you here. This red school white, ekstremis school. Step into here mean ready to die for Indonesia.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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“I am Husni Djamaluddin from Mandar! Mrs. Depu with we closed friend in the same spirit.” “Join together here illicit its law collaborates. Root Perfidiousness all disaster. Lie, steal, adultery, that also betrayal deed.” &lt;br /&gt;
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In sinilah we meet. Learn and struggle for Indonesia. In just time five year [only]. Colonization during hundreds of our year destroy with dagger.&lt;br /&gt;
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For a moment we tafakkur. We stare at our leaders faces. So simple, heartfelt. One in word and deed. So pride if we be beside Andi Pangerang Petta Rani and Andi Mattalatta. Honour that shine from their liver, cool our liver. &lt;br /&gt;
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For a moment we breath in air “independence,” last apart, science/knowledge searching, life searching, to fill independence that already we won pass by soul sacrifice, blood, tears, and good and chattel in order to this nation frees from stupidity and poorness and can live parallel with nations in one world.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yrs. grievous colour our journey that length and tire. Meelting our fighting spirit. Our leaders Greed can not be barricaded next. As sump suffuses all fatherland lands.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Number 70:30 menjuruses become dissolution seed. ”At the opposite of my clothes of liver variegation no next.” Idyl Sitor Situmorang without title. Again, we feel sorrow after blood flood G/30/S/PKI.&lt;br /&gt;
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When this is we meet return in “Pertemuan Kamar Seniman” last together become founder Dewan Kesenian Makassar (DKM). [it is true] initially have time to work well with heartbeat remains that still devoted accompany our struggle. Systematically artistry is must barricaded in Orde Otoriter. &lt;br /&gt;
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We are excluded and thrown into mud. We are amused from sorrowful by “Pearl although in mud fixed pearl”. So one of couplet of french poet, Andre Gide. [it is true]!&lt;br /&gt;
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When that&#39;s Husni Djamaluddin melejit, chafe, and dash against. Born idyls Husni Djamaluddin penetrates room and time about frantic era brutality in Indonesia. Idyls is referred as book content Indonesia and neighbouring state.&lt;br /&gt;
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Poet Husni Djamaluddin once to house. Only for a moment. Do not willing to breath in my tea. At its face entrusted smile small. At its eye kulihat its liver. I know you come bring idyl couplets and later, you deliver an idyl “Story Old Reptil” make Ali Walangadi. &lt;br /&gt;
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Actor Strength on its eye. Its eye penetrates its liver. Not by it self, there is fine strength in artist bears its creation. &lt;br /&gt;
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that poet&lt;br /&gt;
that me&lt;br /&gt;
that rose&lt;br /&gt;
that you&lt;br /&gt;
my darling&lt;br /&gt;
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Since Independence war till Reformasi brotherly we and street along. We never disagree either in the form of utterance or deed. This is beautiful and eternal friendship. So happy our in this friendship bonding.&lt;br /&gt;
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And when you lied down hospital in Jakarta so much old, we hear that although you conceal it cause wants to you kulum by it self. For that us send prayer every we hear and mention your name. Prayer and sympathy from comrade in arms, prayer from actor humanity!&lt;br /&gt;
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Subject: struggle to the last. Freedom!&lt;br /&gt;
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Tonasa I, 17th Augusts 2004.&lt;br /&gt;
Ali Walangadi, Makassar senior artist&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Chair - Search Committee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Dear Professor Millington,&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you for your letter of March 16.  After careful consideration, I&lt;br /&gt;
regret to inform you that I am unable to accept your refusal to offer me&lt;br /&gt;
an assistant professor position in your department. &lt;br /&gt;
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This year I have been particularly fortunate in receiving an unusually&lt;br /&gt;
large number of rejection letters.  With such a varied and promising field&lt;br /&gt;
of candidates, it is impossible for me to accept all refusals. &lt;br /&gt;
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Despite Whitson&#39;s outstanding qualifications and previous experience in&lt;br /&gt;
rejecting applicants, I find that your rejection does not meet my needs at&lt;br /&gt;
this time.  Therefore, I will assume the position of assistant professor&lt;br /&gt;
in your department this August.  I look forward to seeing you then. &lt;br /&gt;
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Best of luck in rejecting future applicants.&lt;br /&gt;
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Chris L. Jensen&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Arouse in the other person an eager want. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Part Two - Six ways to make people like you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Become genuinely interested in other people.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Smile.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Remember that a person&#39;s name is to that person the sweetest and most important sound in any language.&lt;br /&gt;
4. Be a good listener. Encourage others to talk about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;
5. Talk in terms of the other person&#39;s interests.&lt;br /&gt;
6. Make the other person feel important - and do it sincerely. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Part Three - Win people to your way of thinking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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1. The only way to get the best of an argument is to avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Show respect for the other person&#39;s opinions. Never say, &quot;You&#39;re wrong.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
3. If you are wrong, admit it quickly and emphatically.&lt;br /&gt;
4. Begin in a friendly way.&lt;br /&gt;
5. Get the other person saying &quot;yes, yes&quot; immediately.&lt;br /&gt;
6. Let the other person do a great deal of the talking.&lt;br /&gt;
7. Let the other person feel that the idea is his or hers.&lt;br /&gt;
8. Try honestly to see things from the other person&#39;s point of view.&lt;br /&gt;
9. Be sympathetic with the other person&#39;s ideas and desires.&lt;br /&gt;
10. Appeal to the nobler motives.&lt;br /&gt;
11. Dramatize your ideas.&lt;br /&gt;
12. Throw down a challenge. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; Part Four - Be a Leader:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;How to Change People Without Giving Offense or Arousing Resentment A leader&#39;s job often includes changing your people&#39;s attitudes and behavior.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some suggestions to accomplish this:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Begin with praise and honest appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Call attention to people&#39;s mistakes indirectly.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Talk about your own mistakes before criticizing the other person.&lt;br /&gt;
4. Ask questions instead of giving direct orders.&lt;br /&gt;
5. Let the other person save face.&lt;br /&gt;
6. Praise the slightest improvement and praise every improvement. Be &quot;hearty in your approbation and lavish in your praise.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
7. Give the other person a fine reputation to live up to.&lt;br /&gt;
8. Use encouragement. Make the fault seem easy to correct.&lt;br /&gt;
9. Make the other person happy about doing the thing you suggest.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;!-- AddThis Button for Post END --&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338226422694874623/posts/default/5474665955884913471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7338226422694874623/posts/default/5474665955884913471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceritakan.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-to-win-friends-and-influence-people.html' title='How to Win Friends and Influence People'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7338226422694874623.post-2165891532915340830</id><published>2008-07-25T19:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T19:42:17.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had three friends</title><content type='html'>... this story touched my heart... hope it touches yours too......&lt;br /&gt;
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I had three friends. Eric, Cathlyn, Carol.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eric was chased by all the girls in our high school. Cathlyn was one of those popular girls. Cheerleader, sexy, and stylish. Carol was just one of those plain and average girls.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cathlyn and Carol were both totally crazy and wacko over Eric.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cathlyn didn&#39;t have to do anything to attract Eric. For she was already attractive enough. Carol on the other hand, showered Eric with love and care.&lt;br /&gt;
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Carol wasn&#39;t ugly at all. In fact, she looked sweet and pleasant. But she wasn&#39;t a cheerleader, she didn&#39;t wear spaghetti-straps or tubes.&lt;br /&gt;
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So like everyone expected, Eric chose Cathlyn. For Carol was just one ordinary and plain girl while Cathlyn was labelled as the cool and attractive type.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eric always insulted Carol, telling her what a &#39;Plain Jane&#39; she was and how dumb she looked. Which obviously made Carol feel so hurt and useless.&lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;s life!&lt;br /&gt;
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Carol never gave up though. She wanted to prove something to Eric. She wanted to prove that looks aren&#39;t everything. She studied hard, really hard. She became the top girl, and all the guys who once ignored her, chased her.&lt;br /&gt;
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But she never forgot Eric. Everyday, she put a red rose in Eric&#39;s locker. Always with the same words, &#39;I care for you, and I always will.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
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Because she knew that Eric was facing a hard time. Eric began to realise how dumb he had been. His beloved girlfriend, Cathlyn was flirting with other guys. He regretted for choosing the wrong girl.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cathlyn broke up with Eric later. For she had found a wealthier guy. Eric felt so cheated, stupid and dumb. He went to look for Carol, he knelt on his knees, and said &quot;Carol, please forgive me. Do you want to be my girlfriend?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Carol rejected him, much to everyone&#39;s surprise. She only uttered these words, &quot;You&#39;ve suffered a great loss, so I don&#39;t want you to face another one&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eric felt disappointed. He didn&#39;t understand a word that she said to him.&lt;br /&gt;
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But they became good friends. Did everything together. Eric began to change into someone better. Because Carol showered him with the love he never experienced before.&lt;br /&gt;
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His ex-girlfriends had never treated him that way. They just accepted him for his looks. But Carol accepted him for himself. She changed him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Carol continued putting a red rose into his locker everyday with the same words. She never forgot.&lt;br /&gt;
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One day, Carol didn&#39;t turn up in school. She didn&#39;t come for a week. At first, Eric thought that she was on a vacation with her family. Because she told him that she would be going to Hawaii with them.&lt;br /&gt;
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But one day, he received a call from the General Hospital saying that Carol was about to die. She had been suffering from cancer. But Carol forbade them from telling him because she didn&#39;t want Eric to worry about her.&lt;br /&gt;
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But now that she was about to die, she wanted to see Eric for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eric rushed to the hospital. When he saw how weak Carol was. Tears began rushing down his cheeks. He whispered, &quot;Why didn&#39;t you tell me earlier? Why did you hide this from me?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She looked at him and smiled weakly at him, &quot;When I said that I didn&#39;t want you to suffer from facing another loss, I meant this. I didn&#39;t want to tell you because I didn&#39;t want you to worry. I wanted to spend my last days with you cheerfully.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Eric looked at her, &quot;You can&#39;t leave me!&quot; he said, &quot;What will I be without you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;You&#39;ll be who you are now. I will always be there by your side. Never forget that. Cherish those times. Live life happily. And one more thing.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Yes?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I love you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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And she died.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eric screamed.&lt;br /&gt;
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He still couldn&#39;t accept Carol&#39;s death.&lt;br /&gt;
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He had only spent a month with Carol.&lt;br /&gt;
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A month.&lt;br /&gt;
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But Carol changed his life in a way. A way that no one could ever explain. He regretted. But he knew that Carol would always be keeping an eye on him from Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes, we just don&#39;t appreciate those people who really care for us. Until they leave us, until we lose them. Then we regret.&lt;br /&gt;
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Outer beauty doesn&#39;t matter; it&#39;s the inner one that counts. It&#39;s better to tell someone how much you love them. Rather than to not tell them and lose them without telling them. You&#39;ll regret.&lt;br /&gt;
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Love is when we fight till the very last minute just to show and tell someone how much we love them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, since it is possible to earn money just by blogging via a number of ways like having affiliate marketing banners and get paid to post. The most popular but ironically the most difficult to make money from is actually Google Adsense. You simply needs a massive traffic in order for you to earn any money. Full time bloggers generally have a few blogs to increase their earning by posting blog posts and also increasing the traffic altogether.&lt;br /&gt;
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In order to have a good blog that enjoys endless traffic will have to apply search engine optimization or SEO technique as it is proven to be the most vital and important for you to gain success in getting traffic to your blog. Another technique is web 2.0 by using RSS, XML and other applications that increases the chance for your blog to be viewed. After it has been viewed, it is up to how interesting the content in your blog that can keep your visitors coming back.&lt;br /&gt;
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