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Dari tuan rumah terdekat yang hampir ketinggalan awal rakaat pertama, hingga sholat 'ied yang kelupaan bertakbir di rakaat kedua, Ramadhan dan 'Iedul Fitri tahun ini meneguhkan fakta bahwa manusia rentan khilaf. Di kampung, sholat 'ied dilakukan di jalan utama. Spanduk besar yang sudah terpajang sejak Jum'at lalu — juga spanduk tahun-tahun sebelumnya — menyebutkan rencana sholat '

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Pekan ini pikiran saya benar-benar hyper aware kalau ini dan itu adalah yang terakhir di bulan Ramadhan: Jumat terakhir, sholat maghrib terakhir, sholat isya terakhir, sholat tarawih terakhir, sahur terakhir, dan sholat shubuh terakhir. Saya sadar ini pertanda saya memasuki fase post-ramadhan blues, kegalauan pasca Ramadhan, sindrom yang kian menghebat semakin saya menua. Kegalauan tersebut

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Ada template baru Blogger. Hore! Responsive pula! Walau telat, tidak bisa tidak, saya terpaksa comot satu template baru, menghabiskan waktu memoles perabotan blog dan geser meja kursi di sana-sini. Seperti biasa, kegiatan mbatik ini harus dibatasi: maksimal satu jam saja. Kalau nggak, bisa bablas seharian ngoprek. Toh, hasilnya biasa-biasa saja, hanya beda dikit dari tampilan default. Yang

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Hmmm.... Something about this blog at blogspot cannot make me drop and leave it even though I have been busy elsewhere, not to mention another one in which I have been experimenting. Why then? Let's see: Akin to first love? Something that lingers after the initial excitement has long gone? After all, this is the first blog I've had, tragedy aside... Monetary reason for it's easier to put

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Finally, the kitkat update arrives on the Galaxy Note 8 (mine is a GT-N5100) in Indonesia. So far, I am still exploring. My main complaint is the battery life. Note 8's battery has always been disappointing. I only got 3 hours using 3G network mobile data. In Wifi use, I rarely got 5 hours for a full recharge before Kitkat and after the update, it drastically diminished. Until I performed reset

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Tragedies and tribulations that fill todays's headlines, breaking news, and one's timelines put one in anguish and grief as one, time and again, confronts the question that has lingered for so long. And, when your Lord said to the angels, "Indeed, I will make upon the earth a successive authority." They said, "Will You place upon it one who causes corruption therein and sheds blood, while we

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Allahumma balighna Ramadhan...

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[itched mode] I am a pedant. I take words and grammar seriously and these words have bugged me to no end ever since I encountered them. I'd asked, "Shouldn't it be 'bla bla'?" and been told that I'd been wrong. They believed they had it right. I let it rest. It was not my area of responsibility either. A vile thought crept in as I was deemed lacking the credentials in the subject —

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In Ten best pairs of glasses in literature, Mr. Mullan wrote that Harry Potter's represent his intelligence. I recalled a passionate discussion on Potter-verse that touched upon the subject. I, for one, think they also represent Harry's point of view. The story is told in limited third person narrative. We, readers, are looking into the Potter-verse through Harry's eyes, a Harry-tinted glasses,

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I had just got home from a book review event. Even though the book's subject, love and romance, is not my cup of tea, it was a fun and interesting event, especially since I got the door prize. I also made a couple of new friends there. The event, however, slapped me in the face. It reminded me of a long-standing resolution that I would at least write one coherent book in my life time. Yeah... I

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It's that ugly, dirty, filthy money.... or more specifically.... wrecked, speckled, wasted notes. It's one of the things that had me thanked whoever invented debit cards and paperless, 'note'less payment method. the ugly duckling: alone and forgotten... or is it me in self-deprecating mode? This one, though, had been left alone to rot for two weeks at my desk. No one claimed it nor wanted

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......... mbatik lagi dengan php...... I want to create an inherited model (class) from another model, as illustrated in Yii's wiki entry: Single Table Inheritance. The tutorial uses defaultScope() in differentiating the Car model into SportCar, FamilyCar by applying conditions or filters on the Car's attribute 'type'. This, however, doesn't work when one wants to create new SportCar &

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The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear, Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both

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Late at night.... and I had just encountered one of our resident rodents. It apparently tried to get a sneak peek at my room through the open door. In the process, it pushed the creaking old door and thus alerted me. No one moved while our eyes met. Then, the small thing turned away and left. No drama, as I am not bothered either. I consider these chance meetings somewhat normal in a household,

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My thought on this is vindicated by the-cool-kid’s remarks when he saw a glimpse of BBC’s Sherlock on TV. “Is that the young Professor Snape?” I’ve been mulling such thought for sometimes now. The billowing cape… the dabbles and experiments in chemistry…. Hands raise for Mr Benedict Cumberbatch  for the next  Severus Snape, anyone?

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I found this game ad link in facebook... And you wonder why we are constantly warring against each other...

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I am more inclined to keep music player separate from other functions. I’ve been weighing the pros and cons of getting either a Creative Zen X-Fi or an iRiver Clix (anything but ipod!). But things turned out differently, and for one thing and another, I got landed with a brand new Nokia 5730 XpressMusic. Nokia 5730 XpressMusic Not that I mind. It wasn’t a bad bargain. It came with a music

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Pertanyaan 1: Di manakah lokasi papan iklan berikut ini? Tidak ada hadiah. Kecuali jika saya berubah pikiran, atau isi kantong bertambah. Mari kita jujur! Bahasa Indonesia, siapa (berani) hirau? Ayo... Siapa? Papan iklan tersebut sudah beberapa kali berusaha saya abadikan. Takut masa beriklannya habis, papan ini turun tanpa ada yang perhatian. Namun tidak ada kamera yang siap sedia di

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How’s that for a film title?! I suppose commemoration of a year after the great fall of economy following Lehman Brothers bankruptcy last year, no doubt, brought it to the fore. But I found hearing it on the news or reading it in newspaper unbearable. … sustainable… I seemed to have developed a phobia for the word. When I skimmed the paper and read the word “sustainable recovery” (on a

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One hears over and over again how one is victorious after a month of fasting. After controlling one’s worldly cravings during the day and doing rigorous worship throughout the Holy Ramadhan, one returns to fitrah and innocence like a newborn baby. But I found it hard to reconcile such picture of innocence with what I saw that evening. On the eve of Iedul Fitri, on the way home from work, I

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My, my Oh the feelin' Of the sound Precious and real and Ooo that's nice Whip up some steamin' jazz The pot is on the stove It's cookin' Want some more We always save some Art nouveau For special patrons You look nice Do you believe in jazz… -- Soul Food To Go (music: Djavan, lyrics:Doug Figer) The-cool-kid

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Two days before August ended, I managed to use up only 40% of my internet access monthly quota. It wasn’t because I was on internet diet. It was because, once again, the-cool-kid dragged me into playing PS2 game that had been stashed under my bed for sometimes. It all started years ago.   I was sitting in front of the computer, battered down, drinking my coffee, while celebrating the

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It was shocking, I must say, when my 5-year-old brother, aka the-cool-kid, innocently asked, “Why aren’t you buried, Dad?” “Why should I be? I am still alive.” Dad smiled while Mum and I gave a nervous chuckle. I tried to assess if the-cool-kid was attempting a bad joke. Yet he looked genuinely curious. “You had been hit by a motorbike, hadn’t you?” The-cool-kid reasoned. “Why are you still

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Michael Schumacher (BBC) ? Hmmm.... Why am I not convinced?

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