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Jendral Kancil

Di sebuah rimba nan lebat terdapatlah sebuah kerajaan rimba yang dipimpin oleh seekor harimau putih. Sang harimau putih adalah raja tua yang sangat bijak, dia selalu adil dalam bertindak dan bijak dalam bertutur. Kerajaan rimbanya pun selalu makmur dan tentram.
Suatu ketika, datanglah sekelompok binatang dari hutan sebrang yang terbakar dan tandus berpindah dan bergabung menempati rimba sang raja. Sang raja harimau putihpun dengan tangan terbuka menerima mereka yang sedang kesusahan sebagai rakyatnya. Tanpa disadari adalah awal mula permasalahan yang dihadapi sebuah kerajaan rimba yang sedianya aman dan tentram.
Populasi pendatang semakin banyak, walau sama speciesnya namun beragam latar belakangnya. Ini menimbulkan banyak perubahan dalam tatanan dan cara berpikir masing-masing kelompok binatang, perlahan perubahan pola pikir ini menimbulkan kelompok-kelompok yang khusus, timbul kelompok Kera, Anjing, Kucing, tikus, serangga dan berbagai kelompok lainnya yang menganggap masing-masing lebih superior dan penting dibanding komunitas lain dalam kerajaan rimba sang raja harimau putih.
"Hmm, aku melihat benih-benih perpecahan setelah kedamaian dan kemakmuran meliputi kerajaanku selama berpuluh-puluh tahun." Keluh sang harimau putih gundah.
"Rajaku yang bijak, sebaiknya kita terbuka dan segera mengadakan pembicaraan dengan seluruh elemen komunitas yang ada dalam masyarakat kita, dengan begini cepat atau lambat ini akan menimbulkan perpecahan kerajaan kita tuanku." Kata Jendral Kancil, jendral penasehat sang raja.
"Dengan ijin dan restu Paduka, hamba akan memimpin pembicaraan itu dan Paduka bergerak di balik layar sebagai back upnya." Usul Jendral Kancil.
"Usulan bagus, baiklah ini adalah tongkat komando tanda kekuasaan ku. Lakukanlah segera." Sabda sang Raja.
Di suatu pagi yang cerah berkumpulah para pimpinan-pimpinan komunitas penghuni rimba. Ada 8 pimpinan dari 12 kelompok besar yang berpengaruh yang hadir yaitu, pimpinan Serangga, Unggas, Tikus, Kucing, Anjing, Kambing, Kuda , Kerbau, sementara itu pimpinan Buaya, Gajah, Reptil dan Beruang mereka tidak hadir. Mereka yang tidak hadir merasa mempunyai kekuatan untuk berdiri sendiri daripada harus bergantung dengan kelompok yang lain.
Kancil mulai memimpin rapat kelompok pimpinan rimba yang yang hanya dihadiri oleh 8 pimpinan kelompok berpengaruh. Walau tubuhnya kecil, Jendral Kancil dengan tegas menyerukan pentingnya persatuan dan kesatuan bagi kerajaan rimba yang dipimpin Sang Harimau Putih sambil mengacungkan tongkat mandat Sang Raja Harimau Putih pimpinan rimba.
Di tengah rapat, pimpinan anjing dan kucing dengan ponggahnya meninggalkan rapat seraya mengatakan "ini bukan urusan kami". Tanpa bergeming dan terpengaruh situasi, Jendral Kancil tetap meneruskan memimpin rapat dengan tegas dan berapi-api hingga rapat selesai.
Rapatpun selesai dengan kesepakatan 6 pimpinan kelompok untuk mempertahankan kerajaan rimba dipimpin oleh sang raja rimba Harimau Putih. Tiba-tiba sang Harimau Putih keluar dari balik tempat rapat dan berdiri gagah diatas batu seraya berkata, "Terima kasih saudaraku, kita harus tetap bangun dan bersatu demi kesejahteraan semua binatang di rimba raya ini". Semua pimpinan binatang yang hadirpun membungkukan kepala tanda hormat kepada sang raja rimba.
Malam itu juga Harimau Putih sang raja memerintahkan pasukan kerajaan untuk bersiap menangkap pimpinan Anjing dan Kucing yang meninggalkan rapat tanda tidak mendukung. Sang Jendral Kancil hadir tepat pada waktu sebelum perintah dijalankan dan segera berkata kepada sang raja,"Maaf Paduka Raja, bukankah kalau kita menunda sehari untuk persiapan yang lebih mantap untuk mengepung dan menangkap pimpinan Beruang untuk mempertanggung jawabkan perbuatannya secara hukum akan lebih tepat."
"Apa maksudmu Jendral ?" sahut sang Raja.
"Beruang adalah salah satu simbol kekuatan di kerajaan rimba ini, namun jumlahnya tidak terlalu banyak, jadi tidaklah terlalu sulit untuk menangkap pimpinannya.
"Menangkap pimpinan Beruang dan dengan tegas meminta petanggungjawabannya secara hukum kita, maka akan menunjukkan ketegasan sikap Paduka. Ini akan memberikan pelajaran sekaligus contoh bagi yang lain atas akibat tindakan dan sikap yang tidak benar yang telah dilakukan." Tegas sang Jendral Kancil.
Sang raja mengangguk tanda setuju, jumlah pasukan ditambah dan dengan persiapan lengkap tepat saat fajar menyingsing, pasukan kerajaan sudah mengepung kelompok beruang yang masih asyik tidur. Tepat selangkah pimpinan Beruang beranjak selangkah keluar dari guanya, pasukan kerajaan telah dengan sigap menangkap dan menggiring beruang menghadap sang Raja Rimba.
Pagi hari itu seisi hutan tampak tegang, namun tidak sampai terjadi kekacauan. Tindakan kerajaan berlangsung cepat dan tegas. Sore itu juga pimpinan Reptil, Gajah, Anjing dan Kucing menghadap sang Raja Rimba dan meminta maaf serta menyatakan kesediaannya untuk mendukung sepenuhnya kesatuan kerajaan Rimba yang dipimpin Sang Raja Harimau Putih.
Ombak dan badaipun berhenti, Rimba raya menjadi tenang seperti sedia kala, semua binatang kembali bertegur sapa penuh keramahan, burungpun kembali bernyanyi riang dan kembalilah kehangatan persaudaraan, keamanan dan kesejahteraan kerajaan Rimba raya seperti sediakala.


Pembaca yang budiman,
Kucing dan Anjing memang kurang ajar, namun menangkap mereka hanya membuang waktu dan tenaga, karena mereka tidak menjadi simbol kekuatan.

Beruang adalah simbol kekuatan namun jumlahnya tidak banyak, menangkapnya relatif lebih mudah dan sekaligus memberikan efek yang telak bagi setiap pimpinan binatang yang tidak sepaham dengan keutuhan dan persatuan kerajaan rimba yang dipimpin oleh Raja Harimau Putih yang bijak.

Pertanggungjawaban Beruang sesuai dengan ketegasan hukum kerajaan Rimba menjadi contoh tindakan tegas sebagai akibat yang diterima oleh pembangkang. Ketegasan ini membuat barisan yang membangkang kembali merapatkan diri demi kesatuan Kerajaan Rimba.

Pesan moral strategi ini,
Perlu kalanya kita berpikir "out of the box" dalam framework makro.

Effektifitas dan effisiensi pada tindakan yang tepat dan tegas akan memberikan impact yang menyentuh seluruh aspek yang kita harapkan, tanpa harus mengalami pertentangan yang luas.

Kisah asli terjadi pada Dinasty Zhou era Cun Ciu, saat Qi berambisi mempersatukan China. Undangan untuk bersekutu hanya dihadiri Chen, Cai, Zhu dan Song. Negara bagian lain tidak hadir, sementara Song pun meninggalkan sekutu.

Guan Zhong, perdana mentri Qi menganjurkan raja Qi untuk menyerang Sui, negara kecil namun cukup solid. Serangan ini sekaligus menambaha aliansi Qi dan menjadi ancaman serius bagi Song.

Wei, Cao dan Song bergabung tanpa peperangan, 676 BC persatuan terbentuk dibawah kuasa Qi.


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Hari ini minggu, 30 Oktober 2011 aku baru ja nyam pek kantor. maklum menjelang akir bulan target belum terlampauwi, so kita semua harus masuk dan giliran datangnya. all activity memang butuh tenaga extra untuk ngewujudtin hal-hal liarbiasa. tapi ada yang beda kali ini, mau ketawa takut dosa tapi kalau gak ketawa mubajir banget.. ketawa ja (wkwkwkwkwkkwkwkwkwkwkkwkwkw) Ceritanya nich, kapan-kapan hari aku dikerjain sama temen kuliyahku resek banget dah pokoknya,, masak dia bilang ke saslah satu mahasiswa cowok kalau aku ngefans madia,, hahahahahah _) pantas aja waktu ketemu dianya senyum-senyum gak jelas gitu. Curiga ? bangetlah.. akirnya aku putusin untuk mencari informasi,, ternyata si biang keroknya ngaku dan malah ngedukung,, sial banget gak sich tu,, tapi aku gak kalah slide.. ku kerjain balik ja dia sama mantan pacarnya,, hahahahahahha_) alhasil mantan pacarnya berubah 180 dejajat celcius setelah aku sama temen-temen yang lain kompakan untuk membumbui si mantan pacarnya itu,, hikshikshiks,, sebenarnya temenku itu masihg suka , cuman malu ja,, (hahahha mampus lo kata hati gw.._) yang parahnyalagi cowok yang digosipin ma dia malah nembak aku,, alias menyatakan cinta ,,,,>>> aduh aku ketawa-tawa di kantor ngebanyangin dia,, hahaha??? ampun dije coba ada ivan pasti tambah seru!! ntr aku call dia,, byar tambah seru) bingungnya aku fikir aku harus b9asa aja,, dan gimana caranya buat dia tahu kalau aku gak ada feel apa-apa dengan cara yang baik tentunya. Ohhh,,, seeetttt dalam hati buat temenku yang resek banget.. kayak mak lampir ja TUNGGU PEMBALASANKU.
Indonesia makin ke depan makin indah,, ada saja persoalan yang gak ajar,,tapi I LOVE INDONESIA
Ngomong apa sich aku ini makin gak jelas aja,, yang penting sekarang,, aku harus jujur apa adanya, gak usah ditutupin dan dipaksaain adanya kayak gini,, ya udah kayak gini aja,,
Masih saja hati dan Cinta aku buat Dia,, orang yang sangat menyebalkan,, sangat
Heran ,, ada apanya ya DIA semakain i can't erase him of my mind..
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Perasaan

Menunggu jawaban dari sebuah harapan

Belari berusaha mencari kehangatan mentari
Mendengar sapa hangatnya di pagi hari
Menghirup segarnya nafas bumi
Mendengar lembutnya sapa angin
Mencium damai dalam hati

Begitu terdengar suara hati meronta-ronta mencari sebuah jawaban dari sekian banyak pertanyaan. Bergulir sebuah keluh dari harapan yang luluh karna hilangnya keyakinan. Cinta dalam bisikan angin, sesuatu yang bisa kurasakan namun sulit untuk kugenggam. Seperti kisah dalam hatiku yang tak kunjung menuai ujung. Dunia terkadang terasa sempit dan sunyi, saat hatiku dirundung ribuan rasa galau. Sedikit kudengar bisik-bisik samar suara-suara kisah bergulir, disaat wajah-wajah dalam cermin kenangan nampak sekilas dalam fikiran.

Hati dan keraguan

Butiran pasir yang tak pernah terhitung jumlahnya. Hal nyata namun begitu membingungkasn. Kuterdiam namun waktu tak pernah diam, lelah dan mengeluh untuk berhenti. aku haru kuat untuk terus berfikir aku mampu melalui semua ini. Dalam sudut-sudut hati, kurasakan puing-puing reruntuhan bangunan cinta yang larut dalam brjalannya waktu. Hanyut dlam perasan yang tak menentu dengan deru kebimbangan yang merenggut maut keyakinan. Batas antara hidup yang lalu dan saat ini adalah kenangan yang tak mampu terhapus oleh keangkuhan dan ke egoisan. Bila mampu ku bersenandung lagu hatiku dengan gambaran perasan, hingga hilang beban ini.

Cinta

Mengoyak-oyak hatiku, seperti gempa dapa hari ini. tTak hanya aku saja yang bingung namun semua orang disekelilingku merasakan. seperti itulah hidup disekitarku jika salah satu dari kita merasakan sakit semua orang disekeliling kita juga dapat merasakan hal yang kita rasakan. Itulah yang dinamakan Emotional Relationship. Begitu dalam dan luas sebuah perasan yang ada dalam diri manusia, yang ada dalam hatinya dan dikelola oleh fikiranya.Apa itu yang dinamakan sayang, sebuah rasa yang terlahir dari cinta yang beranakan sayang dan menjelma begitu saja mengusai hati dan fikiran kita setiap waktunya. Tak nyata namun begitu besar pengaruhnya dalam hidup kita.

Ole the Tower-Keeper

Ole the Tower-Keeper
by
Hans Christian Andersen
(1859)


In the world it’s always going up and down; and now I can’t go up any higher!” So said Ole the tower-keeper. “Most people have to try both the ups and the downs; and, rightly considered, we all get to be watchmen at last, and look down upon life from a height.”

Such was the speech of Ole, my friend, the old tower-keeper, a strange, talkative old fellow, who seemed to speak out everything that came into his head, and who for all that had many a serious thought deep in his heart. Yes, he was the child of respectable people, and there were even some who said that he was the son of a privy councillor, or that he might have been. He had studied, too, and had been assistant teacher and deputy clerk; but of what service was all that to him? In those days he lived in the clerk’s house, and was to have everything in the house—to be at free quarters, as the saying is; but he was still, so to speak, a fine young gentleman. He wanted to have his boots cleaned with patent blacking, and the clerk could only afford ordinary grease; and upon that point they split. One spoke of stinginess, the other of vanity, and the blacking became the black cause of enmity between them, and at last they parted.

This is what he demanded of the world in general, namely, patent blacking, and he got nothing but grease. Accordingly, he at last drew back from all men, and became a hermit; but the church tower is the only place in a great city where hermitage, office and bread can be found together. So he betook himself up thither, and smoked his pipe as he made his solitary rounds. He looked upward and downward, and had his own thoughts, and told in his own way of what he read in books and in himself. I often lent him books—good books; and you may know by the company he keeps. He loved neither the English governess novels nor the French ones, which he called a mixture of empty wind and raisin-stalks: he wanted biographies, and descriptions of the wonders of, the world. I visited him at least once a year, generally directly after New Year’s day, and then he always spoke of this and that which the change of the year had put into his head.

I will tell the story of three of these visits, and will reproduce his own words whenever I can remember them.
First Visit

AMONG the books which I had lately lent Ole, was one which had greatly rejoiced and occupied him. It was a geological book, containing an account of the boulders.

“Yes, they’re rare old fellows, those boulders!” he said; “and to think that we should pass them without noticing them! And over the street pavement, the paving stones, those fragments of the oldest remains of antiquity, one walks without ever thinking about them. I have done the very thing myself. But now I look respectfully at every paving-stone. Many thanks for the book! It has filled me with thought, and has made me long to read more on the subject. The romance of the earth is, after all, the most wonderful of all romances. It’s a pity one can’t read the first volume of it, because it is written in a language that we don’t understand. One must read in the different strata, in the pebble-stones, for each separate period. Yes, it is a romance, a very wonderful romance, and we all have our place in it. We grope and ferret about, and yet remain where we are; but the ball keeps turning, without emptying the ocean over us; the clod on which we move about, holds, and does not let us through. And then it’s a story that has been acting for thousands upon thousands of years and is still going on. My best thanks for the book about the boulders. Those are fellows indeed! They could tell us something worth hearing, if they only knew how to talk. It’s really a pleasure now and then to become a mere nothing, especially when a man is as highly placed as I am. And then to think that we all, even with patent lacquer, are nothing more than insects of a moment on that ant-hill the earth, though we may be insects with stars and garters, places and offices! One feels quite a novice beside these venerable million-year-old boulders. On last New Year’s eve I was reading the book, and had lost myself in it so completely, that I forgot my usual New Year’s diversion, namely, the wild hunt to Amager. Ah, you don’t know what that is!

“The journey of the witches on broomsticks is well enough known—that journey is taken on St. John’s eve, to the Brocken; but we have a wild journey, also which is national and modern, and that is the journey to Amager on the night of the New Year. All indifferent poets and poetesses, musicians, newspaper writers, and artistic notabilities,—I mean those who are no good,—ride in the New Year’s night through the air to Amager. They sit backwards on their painting brushes or quill pens, for steel pens won’t bear them—they’re too stiff. As I told you, I see that every New Year’s night, and could mention the majority of the riders by name, but I should not like to draw their enmity upon myself, for they don’t like people to talk about their ride to Amager on quill pens. I’ve a kind of niece, who is a fishwife, and who, as she tells me, supplies three respectable newspapers with the terms of abuse and vituperation they use, and she has herself been at Amager as an invited guest; but she was carried out thither, for she does not own a quill pen, nor can she ride. She has told me all about it. Half of what she said is not true, but the other half gives us information enough. When she was out there, the festivities began with a song; each of the guests had written his own song, and each one sang his own song, for he thought that the best, and it was all one, all the same melody. Then those came marching up, in little bands, who are only busy with their mouths. There were ringing bells that rang alternately; and then came the little drummers that beat their tattoo in the family circle; and acquaintance was made with those who write without putting their names, which here means as much as using grease instead of patent blacking; and then there was the beadle with his boy, and the boy was worst off, for in general he gets no notice taken of him; then, too, there was the good street sweeper with his cart, who turns over the dust-bin, and calls it ‘good, very good, remarkably good.’ And in the midst of the pleasure that was afforded by the mere meeting of these folks, there shot up out of the great dirt-heap at Amager a stem, a tree, an immense flower, a great mushroom, a perfect roof, which formed a sort of warehouse for the worthy company, for in it hung everything they had given to the world during the Old Year. Out of the tree poured sparks like flames of fire; these were the ideas and thoughts, borrowed from others, which they had used, and which now got free and rushed away like so many fireworks. They played at ‘the stick burns,’ and the young poets played at ‘heart-burns,’ and the witlings played off their jests, and the jests rolled away with a thundering sound, as if empty pots were being shattered against doors. ‘It was very amusing!’ my niece said; in fact, she said many things that were very malicious but very amusing, but I won’t mention them, for a man must be good-natured, and not a carping critic. But you will easily perceive that when a man once knows the rights of the journey to Amager, as I know them, it’s quite natural that on the New Year’s night one should look out to see the wild chase go by. If in the New Year I miss certain persons who used to be there, I am sure to notice others who are new arrivals; but this year I omitted taking my look at the guests, I bowled away on the boulders, rolled back through millions of years, and saw the stones break loose high up in the north, saw them drifting about on icebergs, long before Noah’s ark was constructed, saw them sink down to the bottom of the sea, and re-appear with a sand-bank, with that one that peered forth from the flood and said, ‘This shall be Zealand!’ I saw them become the dwelling-place of birds that are unknown to us, and then become the seat of wild chiefs of whom we know nothing, until with their axes they cut their Runic signs into a few of these stones, which then came into the calendar of time. But as for me, I had gone quite beyond all lapse of time, and had become a cipher and a nothing. Then three or four beautiful falling stars came down, which cleared the air, and gave my thoughts another direction. You know what a falling star is, do you not? The learned men are not at all clear about it. I have my own ideas about shooting stars, as the common people in many parts call them, and my idea is this: How often are silent thanksgivings offered up for one who has done a good and noble action! The thanks are often speechless, but they are not lost for all that. I think these thanks are caught up, and the sunbeams bring the silent, hidden thankfulness over the head of the benefactor; and if it be a whole people that has been expressing its gratitude through a long lapse of time, the thankfulness appears as a nosegay of flowers, and at length falls in the form of a shooting star over the good man’s grave. I am always very much pleased when I see a shooting star, especially in the New Year’s night, and then find out for whom the gift of gratitude was intended. Lately a gleaming star fell in the southwest, as a tribute of thanksgiving to many—many! ‘For whom was that star intended?’ thought I. It fell, no doubt, on the hill by the Bay of Flensborg, where the Dannebrog waves over the graves of Schleppegrell, Læsløe, and their comrades. One star also fell in the midst of the land, fell upon Sorø, a flower on the grave of Holberg, the thanks of the year from a great many —thanks for his charming plays!

“It is a great and pleasant thought to know that a shooting star falls upon our graves. On mine certainly none will fall—no sunbeam brings thanks to me, for here there is nothing worthy of thanks. I shall not get the patent lacquer,” said Ole, “for my fate on earth is only grease, after all.”
Second Visit

IT was New Year’s day, and I went up on the tower. Ole spoke of the toasts that were drunk on the transition from the Old Year into the New—from one grave into the other, as he said. And he told me a story about the glasses, and this story had a very deep meaning. It was this:

“When on the New Year’s night the clock strikes twelve, the people at the table rise up with full glasses in their hands, and drain these glasses, and drink success to the New Year. They begin the year with the glass in their hands; that is a good beginning for drunkards. They begin the New Year by going to bed, and that’s a good beginning for drones. Sleep is sure to play a great part in the New Year, and the glass likewise. Do you know what dwells in the glass?” asked Ole. “I will tell you. There dwell in the glass, first, health, and then pleasure, then the most complete sensual delight; and misfortune and the bitterest woe dwell in the glass also. Now, suppose we count the glasses—of course I count the different degrees in the glasses for different people.

“You see, the first glass, that’s the glass of health, and in that the herb of health is found growing. Put it up on the beam in the ceiling, and at the end of the year you may be sitting in the arbor of health.

“If you take the second glass—from this a little bird soars upward, twittering in guileless cheerfulness, so that a man may listen to his song, and perhaps join in ‘Fair is life! no downcast looks! Take courage, and march onward!’

“Out of the third glass rises a little winged urchin, who cannot certainly be called an angel child, for there is goblin blood in his veins, and he has the spirit of a goblin—not wishing to hurt or harm you, indeed, but very ready to play off tricks upon you. He’ll sit at your ear and whisper merry thoughts to you; he’ll creep into your heart and warm you, so that you grow very merry, and become a wit, so far as the wits of the others can judge.

“In the fourth glass is neither herb, bird, nor urchin. In that glass is the pause drawn by reason, and one may never go beyond that sign.

“Take the fifth glass, and you will weep at yourself, you will feel such a deep emotion; or it will affect you in a different way. Out of the glass there will spring with a bang Prince Carnival, nine times and extravagantly merry. He’ll draw you away with him; you’ll forget your dignity, if you have any, and you’ll forget more than you should or ought to forget. All is dance, song and sound: the masks will carry you away with them, and the daughters of vanity, clad in silk and satin, will come with loose hair and alluring charms; but tear yourself away if you can!

“The sixth glass! Yes, in that glass sits a demon, in the form of a little, well dressed, attractive and very fascinating man, who thoroughly understands you, agrees with you in everything, and becomes quite a second self to you. He has a lantern with him, to give you light as he accompanies you home. There is an old legend about a saint who was allowed to choose one of the seven deadly sins, and who accordingly chose drunkenness, which appeared to him the least, but which led him to commit all the other six. The man’s blood is mingled with that of the demon. It is the sixth glass, and with that the germ of all evil shoots up within us; and each one grows up with a strength like that of the grains of mustard-seed, and shoots up into a tree, and spreads over the whole world: and most people have no choice but to go into the oven, to be re-cast in a new form.

“That’s the history of the glasses,” said the tower-keeper Ole, “and it can be told with lacquer or only with grease; but I give it you with both!”
Third Visit1

ON this occasion I chose the general “moving-day” for my visit to Ole, for on that day it is anything but agreeable down in the streets in the town; for they are full of sweepings, shreds, and remnants of all sorts, to say nothing of the cast-off rubbish in which one has to wade about. But this time I happened to see two children playing in this wilderness of sweepings. They were playing at “going to bed,” for the occasion seemed especially favorable for this sport. They crept under the straw, and drew an old bit of ragged curtain over themselves by way of coverlet. “It was splendid!” they said; but it was a little too strong for me, and besides, I was obliged to mount up on my visit to Ole.

“It’s moving-day to day,” he said; “streets and houses are like a dust-bin—a large dust-bin; but I’m content with a cartload. I may get something good out of that, and I really did get something good out of it once. Shortly after Christmas I was going up the street; it was rough weather, wet and dirty—the right kind of weather to catch cold in. The dustman was there with his cart, which was full, and looked like a sample of streets on moving-day. At the back of the cart stood a fir tree, quite green still, and with tinsel on its twigs; it had been used on Christmas eve, and now it was thrown out into the street, and the dustman had stood it up at the back of his cart. It was droll to look at, or you may say it was mournful—all depends on what you think of when you see it; and I thought about it, and thought this and that of many things that were in the cart: or I might have done so, and that comes to the same thing. There was an old lady’s glove, too: I wonder what that was thinking of? Shall I tell you? The glove was lying there, pointing with its little finger at the tree. ‘I’m sorry for the tree,’ it thought; ‘and I was also at the feast, where the chandeliers glittered. My life was, so to speak, a ball night—a pressure of the hand, and I burst! My memory keeps dwelling upon that, and I have really nothing else to live for!’ This is what the glove thought, or what it might have thought. ‘That’s a stupid affair with yonder fir tree,’ said the potsherds. You see, potsherds think everything is stupid. ‘When one is in the dust-cart,’ they said, ‘one ought not to give one’s self airs and wear tinsel. I know that I have been useful in the world—far more useful than such a green stick.’ This was a view that might be taken, and I don’t think it quite a peculiar one; but for all that, the fir tree looked very well: it was like a little poetry in the dust-heap; and truly there is dust enough in the streets on moving-day. The way is difficult and troublesome then, and I feel obliged to run away out of the confusion; or, if I am on the tower, I stay there and look down, and it is amusing enough.

“There are the good people below, playing at ‘changing houses.’ They toil and tug away with their goods and chattels, and the household goblin sits in an old tub and moves with them. All the little griefs of the lodging and the family, and the real cares and sorrows, move with them out of the old dwelling into the new; and what gain is there for them or for us in the whole affair? Yes, there was written long ago the good old maxim: ‘Think on the great moving-day of death!’ That is a serious thought. I hope it is not disagreeable to you that I should have touched upon it? Death is the most certain messenger, after all, in spite of his various occupations. Yes, Death is the omnibus conductor, and he is the passport writer, and he countersigns our service-book, and he is director of the savings bank of life. Do you understand me? All the deeds of our life, the great and the little alike, we put into this savings bank; and when Death calls with his omnibus, and we have to step in, and drive with him into the land of eternity, then on the frontier he gives us our service-book as a pass. As a provision for the journey, he takes this or that good deed we have done, and lets it accompany us; and this may be very pleasant or very terrific. Nobody has ever escaped the omnibus journey. There is certainly a talk about one who was not allowed to go—they call him the Wandering Jew: he has to ride behind the omnibus. If he had been allowed to get in, he would have escaped the clutches of the poets.

“Just cast your mind’s eye into that great omnibus. The society is mixed, for king and beggar, genius and idiot, sit side by side. They must go without their property and money; they have only the service-book and the gift out of the savings bank with them. But which of our deeds is selected and given to us? Perhaps quite a little one, one that we have forgotten, but which has been recorded—small as a pea, but the pea can send out a blooming shoot. The poor bumpkin who sat on a low stool in the corner, and was jeered at and flouted, will perhaps have his worn-out stool given him as a provision; and the stool may become a litter in the land of eternity, and rise up then as a throne, gleaming like gold and blooming as an arbor. He who always lounged about, and drank the spiced draught of pleasure, that he might forget the wild things he had done here, will have his barrel given to him on the journey, and will have to drink from it as they go on; and the drink is bright and clear, so that the thoughts remain pure, and all good and noble feelings are awakened, and he sees and feels what in life he could not or would not see; and then he has within him the punishment, the gnawing worm, which will not die through time incalculable. If on the glasses there stood written ‘oblivion,’ on the barrel ‘remembrance’ is inscribed.

“When I read a good book, an historical work, I always think at last of the poetry of what I am reading, and of the omnibus of death, and wonder, which of the hero’s deeds Death took out of the savings bank for him, and what provisions he got on the journey into eternity. There was once a French king—I have forgotten his name, for the names of good people are sometimes forgotten, even by me, but it will come back some day;—there was a king who, during a famine, became the benefactor of his people; and the people raised up to his memory a monument of snow, with the inscription, ‘Quicker than this melts didst thou bring help!’ I fancy that Death, looking back upon the monument, gave him a single snow-flake as provision, a snow-flake that never melts, and this flake floated over his royal head, like a white butterfly, into the land of eternity. Thus, too, there was Louis XI. I have remembered his name, for one remembers what is bad—a trait of him often comes into my thoughts, and I wish one could say the story is not true. He had his lord high constable executed, and he could execute him, right or wrong; but he had the innocent children of the constable, one seven and the other eight years old, placed under the scaffold so that the warm blood of their father spurted over them, and then he had them sent to the Bastille, and shut up in iron cages, where not even a coverlet was given them to protect them from the cold. And King Louis sent the executioner to them every week, and had a tooth pulled out of the head of each, that they might not be too comfortable; and the elder of the boys said, ‘My mother would die of grief if she knew that my younger brother had to suffer so cruelly; therefore pull out two of my teeth, and spare him.’ The tears came into the hangman’s eyes, but the king’s will was stronger than the tears; and every week two little teeth were brought to him on a silver plate; he had demanded them, and he had them. I fancy that Death took these two teeth out of the savings bank of life, and gave them to Louis XI, to carry with him on the great journey into the land of immortality; they fly before him like two flames of fire; they shine and burn, and they bite him, the innocent children’s teeth.

“Yes, that’s a serious journey, the omnibus ride on the great moving-day! And when is it to be undertaken? That’s just the serious part of it. Any day, any hour, any minute, the omnibus may draw up. Which of our deeds will Death take out of the savings bank, and give to us as provision? Let us think of the moving-day that is not marked in the calendar.”

CERITA MASA LALU

Dapet panggilan kerja

Tepatnya tahun 2008 aku lulus SMA dan melanjutkan ke perguruan tinggi atau Universitas akrabnya. Bulan berapa dan hari apa aku sudah lupa, pagi itu aku dapat telepon yang menyatakan aku dapat panggilan kerja, senang hatiku tak terduga sangking bahagianya aku langsung kirim kabar ke dia(pacarku waktu itu) Diapun ikut senang dan ngasih dukungan seperti yang aku inginkan. Akirnya sampai pada hari yang ditentukan, aku bangun seperti biasanya bersih-bersih dan mandi. Kali ini sangkin hebohnya aku lupa buat sarapan buat Saleho. Teman yang baik banget, sangking baeknya udah kayak sodara sampai sekarang, untungnya dia pengertian jadi kali ini aku langsung sibuk ngurusin dandanan aku, heheheheh

Sembari dandan dia datang bawain sarapan, yang aku inget 3 atau 2 bungkus nasi kuning. Setelah deal pilih baju yang dia pilihin aku makan beberapa suap terus berangkat dianterin dia naik sepedah. Senengnya dianterin, bahkan ditungguin. Akirnya aku sampai dan memulai acara breafing. Ternyata kita semua yang dipanggil bakalan dijadikan tenaga marketing speedy. Ditengah-tengah rapat berlangsung aku SMSan sama dia, tanpa aku sadari ini perut mulai ngerasa gak enak Opps! Ternyata mau pipis. Akirnya aku putuskan untuk meninggalkan ruang rapat sebentar. Acara SMSan pun masih berlanjut, sangkis asiknya ngebaca dan ngebales sms dari dia sampai-sampai aku gakkonsen ngeliat jalan. Sambil ketawa-tawa seneng aku jalan sampai tak peduli lagi ama rasa kebelet pipis. Dimana ada pintu aku masuk saja, sampai pada suatu ruang dan aku rasa aku harus menyudahi sms dulu.

Aku melangkah pelan, satu hingga dua langkah semua baik-baik saja huingga langkah ketiga ada pintu terbuka otomatis spontan aku melirik,, Aaaaaaa!!!!! Teriakku terkejut sambil lari. Setelah keluar dari ruang itu mataku langsung terbelalak mencari tulisan yang menyatakan kalau aku salah. WC PRIA tak lama setelah itu kubaca “ ya ampun! Kenapa aku linglung begini” kataku dalam hati “ gara=gara bales sms dampaknya, ampun!!! Untung tadi gak sempet ngeliat cuman dari blakang aja) gumamku dalam hati sembari cepat-cepat masuk WC WANITA. A few minut letter aku sudah duduk d ruang rapat melanjutkan diskusi sampai akirnnya mencapai kata mufakat dari semua pihat. “rame ya mbk wcnnya?” tnya seorang teman. “Hmmm, lumayan” jawabku. Dalam hati ingin ketawa rasanya, namun palah daya situasi tak mendukung.

Guys,,
Itulah sepenggal kisah-kisahku dengan si dia. Meski tlah lama lose contac namun, banyangan dan emotional relasionship yang dulu masih terjaga dan tersusun rapi di rak hatiku. Mungkin itu jugan yang ngebuatku untuk nulis sekarang ini.



Banyuwangi, 10 Oktober
IRMA
20:30 P.M

Semangat Hidup

1. Tahu apa hakekat sebenarnya hidup ini.

Banyak orang yang tidak tahu apa sebenarnya hakekat hidup ini. Untuk apa kita hidup? Untuk apa kita ada di dunia ini? Memang butuh perenungan yang dalam untuk menemukan jawaban pertanyaan seperti itu. Jika Anda seorang muslim, pasti Anda pernah mendengar atau membaca firman Alla SWT dalam Al Qur’an surat Adz Dzariyaat ayat 56 yang artinya, “Dan Aku tidak menciptakan jin dan manusia melainkan supaya mereka mengabdi kepada-Ku.”

Mengabdi/beribadah di sini memiliki arti yang sangat luas. Tidak ibadah yang kaitannya dengan urusan akhirat saja, namun semua ikhtiar dan kerja keras kita dalam hidup ini adalah ibadah. Selama apa yang kita lakukan tidak bertentangan dengan ajaran agama yang kita anut, itu pun bernilai ibadah. Kita berusaha membahagiakan dan mencukupi kebutuhan keluarga kita, itu juga ibadah. Yang penting dari awal kita niatkan apa pun usaha kita hanya untuk mencari keridhaan-Nya, dan kita pun harus seimbang dalam mengerjakan urusan dunia dan amalan akhirat. Jika kita menyadari hal ini, tentu kita akan memiliki semangat untuk mengerjakan semua pekerjaan dan urusan kita dengan cara yang terbaik. Satu hal yang penting dan tidak boleh dilupakan adalah niat, karena niat akan menentukan nilai amal/perbuatan kita.

2. Tahu cita-cita hidup kita yang tertinggi.

Semua orang memiliki impian atau cita-cita, namun hanya sedikit yang berani mengejar dan mewujudkannya menjadi sebuah realitas fisik. Banyak orang kehilangan semangat dalam hidupnya hanya karena mereka tidak tahu atau tidak mau tahu akan apa yang sebenarnya yang mereka mau. Apa yang sebenarnya yang mereka inginkan. Kebenyakan orang hanya menjalankan hidup ini sebagai sebuah rutinitas. Dengan sedikit kenyamanan yang mereka rasakan maka berhenti sampai di situlah impiannya. Mereka takut membuat sedikit perbedaan karena khawatir kenyamanan itu akan hilang.

Semua orang pasti memiliki potensi yang luar biasa; dan keluarbiasaan itu baru akan tergali secara maksimal jika kita sudah bisa keluar dari penjara mental kita. Jika kita sudah menemukan profesi yang paling tepat dengan panggilan jiwa kita maka kita akan lebih mudah mengaktualisasikan potensi diri kita yang sebenarnya. Dengan itu kita mendedikasikan hidup untuk kehidupan ini; mempersembahkan yang terbaik yang bisa kita berikan untuk peradaban manusia yang sedang kita jalani saat ini.

Banyak orang berbakat yang terjerat borgol emas. Mereka sebenarnya bisa melakukan hal yang lebih, tapi mereka tidak berani melakukan hal yang berbeda atau keluar dari zona nyaman. Banyak orang yang sebenarnya bakatnya di bidang A, namun kenyataannya ia bekerja di bidang C. Ia tidak berani keluar dari pofesinya yang sekarang karena tidak adanya jaminan penghasilan jika ia benar-benar keluar. Akhirnya ia merasa kehidupannya bagai di penjara, pekerjaannya mengurung ia seperti di sangkar emas. Tidak salah lagi, bukan potensi terdahsyat yang keluar dari dirinya, namun semua itu seakan menjadi rutinitas agar ada nasi yang bisa dimakan hari ini, besok dan seterusnya.

Jika Anda ingin kehidupan Anda penuh semangat dan bahagia maka temukan apa yang sebenarnya Anda inginkan dan kejarlah hal itu. Semua butuh perjuangan dan kerja keras, tidak semudah membalikkan telapak tangan. Tapi ada hal yang harus Anda tahu: tidak ada sesuatu yang tidak mungkin dalam hidup ini selama kita mau mencoba dan berusaha. Kadang kita takut melakukan kesalahan atau lebih mendengar kata orang lain yang menyurutkan tekad kita. Jika memang kita sudah memiliki impian yang pantas diperjuangkan, teruslah berjuang untuk mewujudkannya, meskipun banyak proses dan ujian yang harus kita lewati.

3. Bersyukur terhadap apa yang sekarang kita miliki dengan tulus.

Setiap orang mempunyai titik kepuasan sendiri-sendiri. Anda orang yang jika mempunyai rumah satu sudah puas, namun ada juga yang sudah memiliki rumah, hotel, vila atau real estate di berbagai penjuru kota masih belum puas. Ada orang yang punya tabungan 1 juta rupiah sudah merasa kaya, namun ada juga orang yang sudah punya tabungan, deposito, saham atau asset investasi lainnya masih merasa kurang. Pada umumnya untuk urusan harta benda duniawi orang selalu ingin lebih banyak lagi dan lagi. Jika diukur maka tidak ada batasnya. Kabar buruknya adalah hanya sedikit saja dari mereka yang terpenuhi keinginannya.

Orang yang pikirannya selalu merasa kurang, miskin, tidak beruntung, dan sikap negatif lainnya mana mungkin ia akan bahagia dan bersemangat dalam hidupnya. Jika yang dipikirkan hanya yang tidak dimiliki, mana mungkin kita akan bersyukur. Oleh karena itu, dengan mensyukuri semua yang ada pada kita saat ini, itulah sebenarnya sumber semangat kita. Kita akan sadar bahwa Tuhan sebenarnya sangat sayang kepada kita. Banyak sekali nikmat yang sudah kita rasakan, sementara lebih banyak lagi orang yang nasibnya tidak seberuntung kita. Ada pun sesuatu yang kita inginkan yang belum kita miliki, itu adalah kesempatan bagi kita untuk berikhtiar semampu kita untuk mendapatkannya. Jangan pernah kecewa, apalagi putus asa.

4. Yakin bahwa apa pun yang kita lakukan akan mendapat balasan, baik di dunia maupun kelak di akhirat.

Setiap perbuatan kita pasti akan ada efeknya. Kita tersenyum kepada orang lain maka orang lain pun akan tersenyum kepada kita. Kita tidak sengaja menginjak kaki orang, mungkin bisa saja orang itu akan marah. Kita memberi sedekah (100 ribu misalnya) pada seorang pengemis, pasti si pengemis akan gembira luar biasa seakan itu sebuah mimpi, dan untaian kalimat doa pun keluar dari mulutnya untuk kebaikan kita. Kita marah, orang di sekitar kita pasti menjauh. Di tempat ramai tiba-tiba kita tertawa sendiri tanpa sebab yang masuk akal, mungkin kita akan disangka gila. Jadi, semua perbuatan (aksi) yang kita lakukan akan menimbulkan efek atau reaksi. Dan efek atau reaksi yang muncul sesuai dengan hukum tabur-tuai. Seperti jika kita menanam padi, bisa dipastikan yang akan tumbuh juga padi. Namun jika kita menanam rumput maka yang akan tumbuh juga rumput. Kalau kita mengharap padi yang akan tumbuh maka kita harus segera bangun dari mimpi buruk.

Setelah kita tahu bahwa apa pun yang kita lakukan akan menimbulkan akibat, baik langsung maupun tidak langsung terhadap diri kita, maka kita harus memilih hanya untuk berbuat yang baik, positif, bermanfaat dan bernilai saja. Dengan demikian, bisa dipastikan efek yang akan kembali kepada kita juga hal-hal yang baik. Tidak ada yang sia-sia dalam hidup ini jika kita tahu benar apa yang kita lakukan. Sekecil apa pun yang kita lakukan akan dinilai oleh malaikat pencatat amal. Balasannya tidak saja di dunia, tetapi juga kelak di akhirat. Jika kita ingin rekapan catatan amal tersebut isinya bagus maka kita pun harus selalu menjaga agar setiap perbuatan yang kita lakukan adalah perbuatan terbaik. Waktu kita adalah aset terpenting setelah nafas/oksigen maka kita harus mengisinya dengan gerak/aksi/perbuatan yang jelas manfaatnya. Tidak ada waktu yang terbuang sia-sia. Jadi semuanya pantang sia-sia.

Dengan menyadari empat hal tersebut maka akan sulit bagi kita untuk tidak bersemangat. Mungkin keadaan Anda saat ini sedang tidak menyenangkan, tapi bukankah kita bisa merubahnya menjadi sebaliknya dengan aksi kita selanjutnya; dengan respon kita terhadap keadaan tersebut. Jika kekasih meninggalkan kita, bukankah kita bisa cari yang lain lagi. Jika kita di PHK, bukankah kita bisa cari pekerjaan lain yang lebih baik atau membuka usaha sendiri. Jika orang lain tidak menghargai kita, bukankah masih banyak orang yang jauh lebih baik yang bisa menjadi sahabat sejati kita. Demikian seterusnya; selalu ada solusi untuk tiap masalah. Kita hanya perlu tetap bersemangat, optimis dan menjernihkan pikiran agar respon dan aksi kita benar-benar efektif dan efisien.

Salam penuh semangat!

Shakespeare Love Quotes

Shakespeare Love Quotes


A collection of romantic shakespeare love quotes.

God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts into one.
-- John 13:34-35

Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
-- William Shakespeare

They do not love that do not show their love.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.
-- William Shakespeare

For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
-- William Shakespeare

I'll follow you and make a heaven out of hell, and I'll die by your hand which I love so well.
-- William Shakespeare

In thy face I see honor, truth and loyalty.
-- William Shakespeare

Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
-- William Shakespeare

Love goes toward love.
-- William Shakespeare

...Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or Bends with the remover to remove.
O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken.
It is the star to every wandering bark,
whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
-- William Shakespeare

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
-- William Shakespeare

Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
-- William Shakespeare

Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
-- William Shakespeare

Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.
-- William Shakespeare

They do not love that do not show their love.
-- William Shakespeare

The courses of true love never did run smooth.
-- William Shakespeare

A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.
-- William Shakespeare

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
-- William Shakespeare

Love is a spirit of all compact of fire.
-- William Shakespeare

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
-- William Shakespeare

My bounty is as deep as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
-- William Shakespeare

My heart is ever at your service.
-- William Shakespeare

So they lov'd as love in twain
Had the essence but in one;
Two distinct, divisions none...
-- William Shakespeare

One half of me is yours, the other half yours-
Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,
And so all yours!
-- William Shakespeare

Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.
-- William Shakespeare

Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.
-- William Shakespeare

Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.
-- William Shakespeare

When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.
-- William Shakespeare

I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.
-- William Shakespeare

Journey's end in lovers meeting.
-- William Shakespeare

If music be the food of love, play on
-- William Shakespeare

No sooner met but they looked;
No sooner looked but they loved;
No sooner loved but they sighed;
No sooner signed but they asked one another the reason;
No sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy;
And in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage...
-- William Shakespeare, As Your Like It

Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar
but never doubt thy love.
-- William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act II, Scene II

Sadari,,

Apa yang terjadi saat ini di DUNIA kita? banyak hal yang kita cintai perlahan musnah dan hangus karna kesalahan kita. Sadarkah kita akan setiap hal yang kita lakukan selama ini. Begitu banyak keindahan namun, tanpa kita sadri banyak pula kekurangan. Sadarilah untuk selalu berusaha melakukan yang terbaik untuk diri kita dan semua yang ada di dunia ini, karna bagaimana hari esok tergantung kita saat ini. Tanamkan selalu dalam hati kita segala hal yang positif dan selalu berfikir karna hidup selalu dihapapkan dalam dua pilihan. Apa yang saat ini melanda sodara-sodara kita di Jepang dapat menjadi pembelajaran yang sangat berharga untuk kita semua. harta, jabatan, laki-laki ayau wanita dengan bagus rupa tiada atinya, hanya kebaikan yang kita tabung selama kita menghembuskan nafas yang mampu menolong kita .

Inerview

I want to develop myself, to be a good person. Before i will the end in my learning activity to go a head i need experience. Experience not only is the best teacher but olso are a good reverences and avidance in future. i'm join in this compani i wanna be part the big family of PT. TELKOM Bayuwangi.