<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20226930</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:40:33.331+07:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Inceptum ::</title><subtitle type='html'>Everything has a beginning. We may forget how things begin, but we have to begin everything right from ourselves ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndutzie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20226930/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndutzie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ndutzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629788283710689448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/ndutzie/Me_Brightly.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20226930.post-114330582201249873</id><published>2006-03-25T23:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T23:57:02.576+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book of Love</title><content type='html'>The book of love ... I just found mine with my ex. The diary we used to communicate each other, where we shared our feelings,&lt;br /&gt;where we could write anything about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is so full of love ..&lt;br /&gt;The book has the aura of love ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that my feeling for her was that much, and her feeling for me was really touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it ended at last ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how life can teach us realize something when we don't have those things anymore..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20226930-114330582201249873?l=ndutzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndutzie.blogspot.com/feeds/114330582201249873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20226930&amp;postID=114330582201249873&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20226930/posts/default/114330582201249873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20226930/posts/default/114330582201249873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndutzie.blogspot.com/2006/03/book-of-love.html' title='The Book of Love'/><author><name>ndutzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629788283710689448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/ndutzie/Me_Brightly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20226930.post-114287961696582131</id><published>2006-03-21T01:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T01:33:37.886+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One where I come Back to the blog. :)</title><content type='html'>Hi Guys,&lt;br /&gt;How are you ??? it's been really long time since the last time I posted a story. Goshhh.. It's like I just experienced a hell month. I started my thesis about 3-4 weeks ago, and from that time ... there must be something to be done, anytime, anywhere ... exhausting, isn't it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniway, a brief synopsis on my thesis :&lt;br /&gt;This is really an interesting topic: "Customer Relationship Management" or CRM in short. It seems that companies nowadays don't do the old style of business.. do the advertisement with high budget, spread the brand image, etc. They now start focusing their methods to the customer.. this came from the philosophy : "Customers are the most valuable things".&lt;br /&gt;Holding this philosophy, companies start to "care" about their customers. Who are they ? What do they do ?  When is their birthday ? .. and so on.&lt;br /&gt;By showing that companies are care to each of the customer, hopefully customer starts trusting the company, and keep buying their products ... which means the company keeps survive.. :). So, to get there, companies really have to manage their relationships with their customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks simple .... but the reality is really-really overwhelming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that you are a company, with 45.000 customers. About 80% of them are loyal customers. What would you do to satisfy and keep an eye on each of them ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the answer is :  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INFORMATION TECHNOLOGY . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You build a system that carry the database of all of your customers, a system that integrate all business process, to ease you maintain your customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is where things get very complicated... (and I think I'm not gonna tell you about this. Hihi. :p).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo... Interesting, isn't it ?&lt;br /&gt;... Maybe not to some of you, well at least it is interesting for me... LOL. =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20226930-114287961696582131?l=ndutzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndutzie.blogspot.com/feeds/114287961696582131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20226930&amp;postID=114287961696582131&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20226930/posts/default/114287961696582131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20226930/posts/default/114287961696582131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndutzie.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-where-i-come-back-to-blog.html' title='The One where I come Back to the blog. :)'/><author><name>ndutzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629788283710689448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/ndutzie/Me_Brightly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20226930.post-113985107599747057</id><published>2006-02-13T23:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T00:17:57.463+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One With Learning From The Past</title><content type='html'>Imagine that you are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huo Jin Yia&lt;/span&gt;, a famous martial art master who lived from the late 18th to early 19th centurty. He had to loose everything he had.. his career, his beloved ones, and even his life, just to understand that life is not about defeating another one, but it is about defeating ourselves. Having desire to be the most reputable and number one martial art fighter, Jin Yia always felt that defeating another fighters would make him superior. After killed a man for a wrong reason, Jin Yia realized that what his father had taught him is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What you should defeat is your self !!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning from Huo Jin Yia in the past, I think it's good to take what he thought... that we should be able to control our emotion, our desire .. because they are not real. They can easily destroy us. It's just like clicking your fingers... destroy our lifes so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be the right time for us to learn from our past.. just like Jin Yia who could realize something for his life, but don't wait until you loose everything you posses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-- Everything in the past is the key to live our future --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20226930-113985107599747057?l=ndutzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndutzie.blogspot.com/feeds/113985107599747057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20226930&amp;postID=113985107599747057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20226930/posts/default/113985107599747057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20226930/posts/default/113985107599747057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndutzie.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-with-learning-from-past.html' title='The One With Learning From The Past'/><author><name>ndutzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629788283710689448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/ndutzie/Me_Brightly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20226930.post-113965004466650122</id><published>2006-02-11T16:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T16:27:24.770+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One With The Help - Part II (a contradiction)</title><content type='html'>Still remember I wrote something about helping others ? I used to believe with no doubt that helping someone means trying to be as useful as I can. But today, I start doubting if it is true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if someone ask our help, just because of his/her fault ? .. just because he/she forgets things and everything goes wrong ? ..just because he/she can't manage their responsibilities ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to help them ? For me, it's just ridiculous... Why would we put ourselves in trouble while actually it should not happen ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still confuse about this ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me please (desperately....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do ?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20226930-113965004466650122?l=ndutzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndutzie.blogspot.com/feeds/113965004466650122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20226930&amp;postID=113965004466650122&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20226930/posts/default/113965004466650122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20226930/posts/default/113965004466650122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndutzie.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-with-help-part-ii-contradiction.html' title='The One With The Help - Part II (a contradiction)'/><author><name>ndutzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629788283710689448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/ndutzie/Me_Brightly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20226930.post-113930372609884301</id><published>2006-02-07T15:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T16:22:43.506+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One With The Failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Failure &lt;/strong&gt;will always be hard. I just failed getting a good job on an interview while I passed the first phase (the technical test). Don't know the exact reason, but I guess there must be something to do with my experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it was really hard to accept that I fail, though I didn't want the job on the first place. I thought this might be a good opportunity to learn something new in 'real world'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really hurt ... :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I remember Alfred (Bruce Wayne's buttler) saying :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why do we fall, Sir ?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So we can learn to pick our selves up, Sir!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;So it's time for me to learn how to pick my self up..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; --&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20226930-113930372609884301?l=ndutzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndutzie.blogspot.com/feeds/113930372609884301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20226930&amp;postID=113930372609884301&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20226930/posts/default/113930372609884301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20226930/posts/default/113930372609884301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndutzie.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-with-failure.html' title='The One With The Failure'/><author><name>ndutzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629788283710689448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/ndutzie/Me_Brightly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20226930.post-113879630419996021</id><published>2006-02-01T19:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T19:18:24.220+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One With Arriving From Surabaya</title><content type='html'>It  has been a long time since the last time I write in this blog. Little bit missing this blog too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniway, I just arrived from Surabaya last night. 5 days were enough to drop my energy. Well, it was a fine holiday, though. I had chances to see great view, meet great people, and spend my holidays with some quality time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think It's enough for today ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Anyone want to share what you guys do on Lunar New Year ??? Please ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;== Gong Xi Fat Chay ==&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20226930-113879630419996021?l=ndutzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndutzie.blogspot.com/feeds/113879630419996021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20226930&amp;postID=113879630419996021&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20226930/posts/default/113879630419996021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20226930/posts/default/113879630419996021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndutzie.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-with-arriving-from-surabaya.html' title='The One With Arriving From Surabaya'/><author><name>ndutzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629788283710689448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/ndutzie/Me_Brightly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20226930.post-113749228047299771</id><published>2006-01-17T15:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T22:38:55.550+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One With The Help</title><content type='html'>To Help = To be useful ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never realized before that helping someone means trying to be as useful as possible. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 10 pm when my phone rang. A friend said hello with a panic tone. Sure, I was shocked with this.. "Who would call me this late if it's not an emergency matter ??". And it was. :(. He said that he couldn't boot his computer normally. His harddisk even couldn't start the windows. To make it worse, he had his final project that dues the next day in the computer. He asked me to HELP him checking the harddisk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I felt a little bit annoyed with this since I don't usually fix computers at nights. But then I thought, I would feel very guilty if he couldn't hand his project just because I didn't want to help him. :). So I decided to help him (selfish reason).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he came to my house. After a quite long check, I was able to retrieve his projects and saved them on another disk.... I was able to HELP him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I would never forget is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; he made when he felt glad (glad that his projects were safe)... I just realized at that time that help will always mean something to someone who needs it, no matter how small it is, and I was really happy to be the part of it. :)&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that a help will shade a tear ..&lt;br /&gt;that a help will probably change somebody's life ..&lt;br /&gt;that a help will make someone happy ...&lt;br /&gt;that a help will make you the happiest person in this world ... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that being as useful as possible is the key to help someone... and be the happiest person in the world. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;".. We can make this world a better place, if we help each other .. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20226930-113749228047299771?l=ndutzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndutzie.blogspot.com/feeds/113749228047299771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20226930&amp;postID=113749228047299771&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20226930/posts/default/113749228047299771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20226930/posts/default/113749228047299771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndutzie.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-with-help.html' title='The One With The Help'/><author><name>ndutzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629788283710689448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/ndutzie/Me_Brightly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20226930.post-113671538038024737</id><published>2006-01-08T16:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T07:10:33.776+07:00</updated><title type='text'>saying "I Love You" ...</title><content type='html'>It's&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; amazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that God creates human with the ability to speak, think, and have feelings. We usually think and have some feelings, then speak it out. "I love you" is one of the most frequent phrases humans usually say to others.... fortunately, we are also gifted an ability to have certain tones when we speak. Saying "I love you" with the right tone will make these words more meaningful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just attended a wedding ceremony where this did not happen. The vow was in English, while the rest of the ceremony was delivered in Bahasa Indonesia. I was amazed as I read the vow (in the book) was a very beautiful one (really =) ), but I was little bit dissapointed when they spoke the vow one to another. It sounded so plain .. just like there's no feeling or truth in that .. just like they didn't really mean it. Well, I don't know what really happened there .. but I couldn't really feel they mean it. (I hope it was just me :) )...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline is:  &lt;strong&gt;The way&lt;/strong&gt; you say "I love you" or something like that is really important... if you say it plainly, the person you are talking to will never feel that you love him/her. Thus, the tone of saying phrases like this plays an important role. For me, I can have the right tone if it comes from my heart. What comes from heart will always be pure and true. The only way to make it comes from your heart is .... mean it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you want to say "I love you" to someone.... mean it, then your partner will feel that it is true. =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- "mean what you say !!" --&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20226930-113671538038024737?l=ndutzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndutzie.blogspot.com/feeds/113671538038024737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20226930&amp;postID=113671538038024737&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20226930/posts/default/113671538038024737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20226930/posts/default/113671538038024737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndutzie.blogspot.com/2006/01/saying-i-love-you.html' title='saying &quot;I Love You&quot; ...'/><author><name>ndutzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629788283710689448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/ndutzie/Me_Brightly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20226930.post-113628259006410852</id><published>2006-01-03T16:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T05:38:23.506+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we only celebrate NEW YEARS ??</title><content type='html'>We know that we celebrate new year every year ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we celebrate &lt;strong&gt;new month&lt;/strong&gt; ?...&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we celebrate &lt;strong&gt;new day&lt;/strong&gt; ?...&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we celebrate &lt;strong&gt;new hour&lt;/strong&gt; ? ...&lt;br /&gt;and so long and so forth ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are actually so many questions about tradition (a long-established custom or belief, often one that has been handed down from generation to generation). But, have we ever thought about these with deep thinking ? We usually just follow them, do these tradition, and don't ask questions on them. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, questions above need to be think about.... if we celebrate new year, why don't we celebrate new month, etc .. ??&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just because if we celebrate new month when new month comes, there won't be enough time to reflect what we have done for a month....&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just because a day won't be long enough for us to look inside our heart ...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just because an hour will never be enough for us to understand how precious life is ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think ???&lt;br /&gt;(Should you have opinions, please feel free to leave comments =)..... )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20226930-113628259006410852?l=ndutzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndutzie.blogspot.com/feeds/113628259006410852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20226930&amp;postID=113628259006410852&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20226930/posts/default/113628259006410852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20226930/posts/default/113628259006410852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndutzie.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-do-we-only-celebrate-new-years.html' title='Why do we only celebrate NEW YEARS ??'/><author><name>ndutzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629788283710689448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/ndutzie/Me_Brightly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20226930.post-113605531197926517</id><published>2006-01-01T01:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T12:06:55.726+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks, one of magical things in New Year eves</title><content type='html'>By the way .. I just got home from Kelapa Gading Food City and La Piazza. They held a new year eve event. For me, the most attracting performance was the 10-minute fireworks. One of the most amazing and beautiful fireworks performances ever, I guess. The "bang" sound of the expolosion, colors, size were amazing. Good to know I was in the right place to celebrate this new year.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20226930-113605531197926517?l=ndutzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndutzie.blogspot.com/feeds/113605531197926517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20226930&amp;postID=113605531197926517&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20226930/posts/default/113605531197926517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20226930/posts/default/113605531197926517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndutzie.blogspot.com/2006/01/fireworks-one-of-magical-things-in-new.html' title='Fireworks, one of magical things in New Year eves'/><author><name>ndutzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629788283710689448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/ndutzie/Me_Brightly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20226930.post-113605480651367435</id><published>2006-01-01T01:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T05:14:27.940+07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NEW YEAR 2006&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day of 2006. So many things were planed for this year... The most important part : Hopefully I will finish my degree this year... get a job as soon as possible. :).... and last but not least ... hopefully this year I will end my &lt;em&gt;jomblo&lt;/em&gt; period. Hahaha =)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from today, we're gonna face lots of happiness, sadness ... let's have them with good spirit... never surrender to everything makes you loose. Let us become a winner by the end of 2006. Believe that HE who arts in heaven will always be on your side to guide you through this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;em&gt;"Seeing is believing, but sometimes the most real things in this world are things we can not see"&lt;/em&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everybody !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20226930-113605480651367435?l=ndutzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndutzie.blogspot.com/feeds/113605480651367435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20226930&amp;postID=113605480651367435&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20226930/posts/default/113605480651367435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20226930/posts/default/113605480651367435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndutzie.blogspot.com/2006/01/1st-day-of-2006.html' title='1st day of 2006'/><author><name>ndutzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629788283710689448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/ndutzie/Me_Brightly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20226930.post-113589264622091854</id><published>2005-12-30T02:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T02:38:52.053+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas : a journey to our heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Christmas&lt;/strong&gt; is over ... but what do we get from the season ? well for me, this christmas is kinda different. Having thought that something might be wrong with how we usually celebrate christmas, I browsed on internet to find some information about christmas itself. I found some articles related to this ... but they just made me feel worse :(. I terribly found out that apparently Christmas tradition we have now was picked up from some tradition thousand years ago used by Babilons. The way they worshipped their GODS just so similar with what we do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that this might be an appropriate way to praise our Lord, since Jesus once said that GOD never wants to be praised just like mamons (GODS of Babilons'). Moreover, it is said that GOD is the holy spirit that you should praise HIM in spirit and truth. These were really confusing. So many questions were thrown out .. conflicts grew within my soul .... "Does this mean that we've never actually praise GOD ?" ... "What should I do now ?" ... Even for a while I felt that I lost my faith in church :(. "WHAT IS CHRISTMAS ??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;ut then I tried to go back 2 thousand years ago, where Jesus was born. According to the Holy Bible, Jesus was born in Bethlehem .. on a very quiet night. No one even knew that The King was born except Joseph and Mary. Jesus was really born with tranquility ... He wasn't born like a prince, who would be adored and praised by the whole nations. He chose to be unknown ..&lt;br /&gt;** for what ? well, I think it's just simply because He's so humble ** He'd never want people to come and praise Him .. He'd just want people to have the tranquility and peace as He had .. which leads us to understand His greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so obvious that if we want to experience the born of Jesus, we need to have peace in our heart. &lt;strong&gt;Looking for born Jesus in Christmas means looking Jesus inside our heart&lt;/strong&gt;. Christmas tree, presents, christmas carols, sound of sleighbells become not important... We do not need that .. what we really need is that we can experience the born of Jesus inside our heart. Not that we can't have the celebration ... it's just not the most important part ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I found out that "Christmas is a journey to my heart" ...&lt;br /&gt;a journey to find the solution of our problems ...&lt;br /&gt;a journey to find silence ...&lt;br /&gt;a journey to find peace ...&lt;br /&gt;a journey to find Jesus ...&lt;br /&gt;Jesus really wants to born in our heart ... let's not resist His love ... Have a journey to your heart, and prepare a room for Him to born :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is not about Christmas Tree ...&lt;br /&gt;Not about cheerfull day ..&lt;br /&gt;No matter what we do ... no matter how we praise ... just find Jesus in our heart on Christmas :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have yourself a merry little X-mas everybody ! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20226930-113589264622091854?l=ndutzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndutzie.blogspot.com/feeds/113589264622091854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20226930&amp;postID=113589264622091854&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20226930/posts/default/113589264622091854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20226930/posts/default/113589264622091854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndutzie.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-journey-to-our-heart.html' title='Christmas : a journey to our heart'/><author><name>ndutzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629788283710689448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/ndutzie/Me_Brightly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20226930.post-113570065687833711</id><published>2005-12-27T22:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T23:24:16.920+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inceptum - The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Inceptum&lt;/strong&gt; is a latin word which means beginning. This simple word has deep meaning in every single use of it. It shows that something has been started, initiated, commenced, or created. Somehow, this word has its own "magical" atmosphere. When we want to stop smoking and live healthy, for example, we use this "magic" word .... I begin to live healthy...... By all means, it really relieves the term of root of everything exists in this world - bad or good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the same reason with the word meaning itself while creating this blog. I have a big hope that this blog may become my first step to a higher self quality.... Likewise everyone will start everything in their life, begin from their selves, their deepest heart - '&lt;em&gt;Cause everything starts from your heart will always be good&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also invite all of you to join my journey to reach higher self qualities by giving comments, or advise, or anything else you like. Every good opinion is welcomed in this blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about beginning ... enough the talking ...&lt;br /&gt;and let the blog begins .... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Enjoy your stay in the blog*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We all have big chances in our lives that are more or less a second chance"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20226930-113570065687833711?l=ndutzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndutzie.blogspot.com/feeds/113570065687833711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20226930&amp;postID=113570065687833711&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20226930/posts/default/113570065687833711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20226930/posts/default/113570065687833711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndutzie.blogspot.com/2005/12/inceptum-beginning.html' title='Inceptum - The Beginning'/><author><name>ndutzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10629788283710689448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d154/ndutzie/Me_Brightly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
