Friday, August 08, 2003

Project: Forum
MOD: setengah gila
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Mulai senin kemaren dah di pusat.. (4-8-03) Project aku disuruh bikin forum. Kalo layak tayang, bakal dipajang di webservernya kuantor akuw :) hihihih blajar duluw deh aku.. eh eh.. klo aku ntar2 banyak tanya... jgn ragu2 kasi jawaban yak... :) kalo dipajang ntar kan keren... sapa tawu bisa aku selipin gambar "Kutu" di sana :) Hidup KUTU BLOG yg pada BF (Banci Foto) kekekekek banyak yg tertipu dengan istilah BF... orang mikirnya pastiii deh jorok muluw... padahal kan maksut aku tuw Banci Fotoo..... :D

Saturday, August 02, 2003

MOD: senang, sedih, campur baur ma yg lain.

Senin ini aku mulai naik posisi, pindah ke Kantor Pusat. Kelihatannya enak ya.. di Pusat.. (namanya juga Pusat) hihihi tauklah kita liat aja nanteh... :)
Sedih... kawan aku pergi buad selamanya Kamis pagi kemarin (31-7-2003 10.00). Gak ada kabar sama skali.. dari kawan2.. Kaget aku pas masuk mIRC liat topik segede alaihim gambreng... dan gak di satu cenel pulak.
beberapa nick lama aku dah drop.. biarlah.. selama itu bukan nick2 tertentu..

About Death
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the sheered not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink form the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

In Memoriam... wongedan aka. madya. May Your Soul Rest In Peace.