kerjaan juga banyak, biarpun masih kerjaan serabutan,tapi tetep aja banyak..jadi kalo ada yang bilang PNS santai n pulang cepet gw jadi aga2 sensi,,hehehe,,maklum ga kejadian di diri gw

Beberapa minggu terakhir ini gw lagi nyari-nyari info tentang tes EPT LIA buat keperluan ngelamar kerja (untung bukan buat ngelamar cowok,,bisa rebet dah :p). Setelah tanya-tanya mbah google berkali-kali tetep aja ga dapet hasil yang memuaskan (mungkin query gw kurang jitu kali ye),gw akhirnya mutusin buat langsung nelepon ke LIA cabang Margonda Kota Depok buat tanya infonya langsung,,ternyata jawaban yang gw dapat mengecewakan.. “maap mba,cabang depok tidak mengadakan EPT tes” kata mba resepsionisnya,,huff,,ternyata ga semua cabang LIA ngadain EPT tes,,kecewalah diriku.

Googling dan googling,,tetep ga dapet list cabang LIA yang ngadain EPT tes,,sebenernya kalo mau cepet bisa tanya sama mba resepsionis LIA margonda,,tapi pulsa sudah berkata lain,akhirnya hanya bisa mengandalkan internet. Usaha tanya mbah Google ternyata tidak membuahkan hasil,,lagi bengong-bengong tiba-tiba teringat seseorang yang pernah ngambil tes EPT,,langsung deh sms dia dan tenyata dapat jawban memuaskan yaitu dia punya daftar cabang LIA yang ngadain tes EPT,,akhirnya,,,alhamdulillah

Buat yang butuh,,ni dia daftarnya,silahkan cari yang terdekat dengan lokasi rumah Anda masing-masing :

1. LBPP LIA Pramuka, Jakarta

2. LBPP LIA Slipi, Jakarta

3. LBPP LIA Pengadegan. Jakarta

4. LBPP LIA Galaxy, Bekasi

5. LBPP LIA Pakuan, Bogor

6.LBPP LIA Martadinata, Bandung

7. LBPP LIA Gejayan, Yogyakarta

8. LBPP LIA Tugu Pahlawan, Surabaya

It’s been quite long since the last time I posted something that probably useful for others. Last month I totally hated using Windos XP because it crased frequently, the load speed was poor and other problems that make my head ache. After scanning my laptop with the update antivirus I was informed that there were viruses, malware and others. Exausted of problem like this I decided to installed Ubuntu 9.10, which name is Karmic Koala, even I doubted that I could adapt fast (never really used Linux for long time coz I found it’s hard to used )..

I downloaded Karmic fom Ubuntu website and burned the image file. Before installed it I decided to try using it first, but I counldn’t enter the desktop. After I chose the first option ‘Try using without Install’ the screen just went black,nothing happened, I waited quite long before I got bored and decided just to Installed it. The installation process a little bit different from the last time I installed Ubuntu but I still understood and could Installed it well. After restarting the laptop I met again with this blank and black sceen,,hmmm,,my head really dizzy,,i thought “why is it so hard for me to install ubuntu,,or am I probably never fated using it and only using windows” (silly thought don’t you think??)

It was already late at night but I still had problem even after I reinstalled it again and again with some differences I made from before. I gave up that night and decided to ask Mr. Google for the help the next morning, and thanked to Mr. Google I found this site. I followed the instruction there and I finally could installed and run Ubuntu 9.10 in my v3430. But there is one step that did not work well in my v3430 that was the step to enter GRUB menu. There you should press ‘esc’ key on your keyboard, but I found it not working in mine, instead I should press ‘shift’ key to enter the GRUB menu,,the other step was exactly same..

Hope this help you who want to install ubuntu but have the same problem as me because of your Intel Video Card.

What is the name of the pharaoh that was confronted by moses??

That question had crossed my mind a long time ago,,because Holy Qur’an nor Bible ever stated the name of that pharaoh. After searching I got the answer that he was Ramesses II. I believed that fact was true until few days ago I finished reading manga Anatolia Story, there is a little story about Ramesses II. After reading it I felt curious and googling again about Ramesses II. After reading some website I found out that there was no final statement from historian which pharaoh he was,,some said that he was Ramesses II, some said that he was Ramesses III, some said that he was Ahmose 1, which body is on display of museum Egypt.

Confusing,,I guess I just need to ask god later if I enter heaven (hopefully )

I became impatient, finnally last night I registered myself again, now I was using IE 8, coz I’ve just reInstalled my PC and decided to use IE 8 for now. After I sign up, I recieved an email from the web admin, but this time it was different. The mail said that I became the member and they gave me temporary password that I could change after I Sign in. I tried to sign in, and I did it. I downloaded lots of tutorial, ebooks and other stuff, but then I realised that they haven’t approved my first account probably due to I used Mozilla Firefox instead of IE. It make me dissapointed, how come they limited the member just by the browser that is used when register, they really force us to use Microsoft stuff huh

It’s been quite a while since the last time a download a Japanese/Korean TV Drama. Now i’m downloading an old Japanese TV Drama News No Onna (Anchor Woman/News Woman) stars by Honami Suzuki (Tokyo Love Story), Hideaki Takizawa and Kyoko Fukada. I was aired in Japan in 1998, and aired in Indonesia in 2000. I love this drama so much, it’s funny and encouraging. I found the link to download it from a website that gives you link to download Japanese/Korean/Taiwan/Chinese TV Drama or Movie, the website name is SilentRegret. I download news no onna from MegaUpload, and i think all the download links go to MegaUpload, so for you who don’t have premium download have to be patient, coz the files are big..

Happy Downloading ^^

import java.util.StringTokenizer;

/**
*
* @author Ingrid Masithoh
*/

public class TestApp {

public static void main(String[] args){
String input = "Gaza! Gaza! Palestina merdeka";
String output = "";
StringBuffer sb = new StringBuffer();
int i = 0;
int j;
int k;
StringTokenizer tokens = new StringTokenizer( input );
String token[] = new String[tokens.countTokens()];

/** membagi tiap kata ke dalam array token yang berbeda */
while ( tokens.hasMoreTokens() ) {
   token[i] = tokens.nextToken();
   i++;
}

/** membalik kata per token kecuali tanda baca dan mengubah 
huruf besar menjadi huruf kecil, dan sebaliknya */
for ( j = 0; j < i; j++ )
{
   char c[] = token[j].toCharArray();
   k = token[j].length();
   sb.setLength(k);

   if ( c[k-1] == '!' || c[k-1] == '?' || c[k-1] == ',' ||
       c[k-1] == '.')
   {
      if (Character.isUpperCase(c[0]))
      {
         c[k-2] = Character.toUpperCase(c[k-2]);
         c[0] = Character.toLowerCase(c[0]);
      }

      for ( int l = 0; l &lt; k - 1; l++ )
      {
         sb.append( c[k-l-2] );
      }
      sb.append(c[k-1]);
      token[j] = sb.toString().trim();
      sb.setLength(0);
   }
   else
   {
      if (Character.isUpperCase(c[0]))
      {
         c[k-1] = Character.toUpperCase(c[k-1]);
         c[0] = Character.toLowerCase(c[0]);
      }

      for ( int l = 0; l &lt; k; l++ )
      {
         sb.append( c[k-l-1] );
      }
      token[j] = sb.toString().trim();
      sb.setLength(0);
   }
   output = output.concat(token[j]).concat(" ");
}

System.out.println(output);

}

}
  

nanti keluarannya “Azag! Azag! Anitselap akedrem”

wonder if i will get a job from this job fair..
let’s see a cople of weeks later ^^

Haruki Murakami: On seeing the 100% perfect girl one beautiful April morning
One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo’s fashionable Harujuku neighborhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl. Tell you the truth, she’s not that good-looking. She doesn’t stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing special. The back of her hair is still bent out of shape from sleep. She isn’t young, either – must be near thirty, not even close to a “girl,” properly speaking.
But still, I know from fifty yards away: She’s the 100% perfect girl for me. The moment I see her, there’s a rumbling in my chest, and my mouth is as dry as a desert. Maybe you have your own particular favorite type of girl – one with slim ankles, say, or big eyes, or graceful fingers, or you’re drawn for no good reason to girls who take their time with every meal. I have my own preferences, of course. Sometimes in a restaurant I’ll catch myself staring at the girl at the next table to mine because I like the shape of her nose.
But no one can insist that his 100% perfect girl correspond to some preconceived type. Much as I like noses, I can’t recall the shape of hers – or even if she had one. All I can remember for sure is that she was no great beauty. It’s weird.
“Yesterday on the street I passed the 100% girl,” I tell someone.
“Yeah?” he says.
“Good-looking?”
“Not really.”
“Your favorite type, then?”
“I don’t know. I can’t seem to remember anything about her – the shape of her eyes or the size of her breasts.”
“Strange.”
“Yeah. Strange.”
“So anyhow,” he says, already bored, “what did you do? Talk to her? Follow her?”
“Nah. Just passed her on the street.”
She’s walking east to west, and I west to east. It’s a really nice April morning. Wish I could talk to her. Half an hour would be plenty: just ask her about herself, tell her about myself, and – what I’d really like to do – explain to her the complexities of fate that have led to our passing each other on a side street in Harajuku on a beautiful April morning in 1981. This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets, like an antique clock build when peace filled the world.
After talking, we’d have lunch somewhere, maybe see a Woody Allen movie, stop by a hotel bar for cocktails. With any kind of luck, we might end up in bed. Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart. Now the distance between us has narrowed to fifteen yards.
How can I approach her? What should I say? “Good morning, miss. Do you think you could spare half an hour for a little conversation?” Ridiculous. I’d sound like an insurance salesman. “Pardon me, but would you happen to know if there is an all-night cleaners in the neighborhood?” No, this is just as ridiculous. I’m not carrying any laundry, for one thing. Who’s going to buy a line like that? Maybe the simple truth would do. “Good morning. You are the 100% perfect girl for me.” No, she wouldn’t believe it. Or even if she did, she might not want to talk to me. Sorry, she could say, I might be the 100% perfect girl for you, but you’re not the 100% boy for me. It could happen. And if I found myself in that situation, I’d probably go to pieces. I’d never recover from the shock.
I’m thirty-two, and that’s what growing older is all about. We pass in front of a flower shop. A small, warm air mass touches my skin. The asphalt is damp, and I catch the scent of roses. I can’t bring myself to speak to her. She wears a white sweater, and in her right hand she holds a crisp white envelope lacking only a stamp. So: She’s written somebody a letter, maybe spent the whole night writing, to judge from the sleepy look in her eyes. The envelope could contain every secret she’s ever had. I take a few more strides and turn: She’s lost in the crowd.
Now, of course, I know exactly what I should have said to her. It would have been a long speech, though, far too long for me to have delivered it properly. The ideas I come up with are never very practical. Oh, well. It would have started “Once upon a time” and ended “A sad story, don’t you think?” Once upon a time, there lived a boy and a girl. The boy was eighteen and the girl sixteen. He was not unusually handsome, and she was not especially beautiful. They were just an ordinary lonely boy and an ordinary lonely girl, like all the others. But they believed with their whole hearts that somewhere in the world there lived the 100% perfect boy and the 100% perfect girl for them. Yes, they believed in a miracle. And that miracle actually happened. One day the two came upon each other on the corner of a street. “This is amazing,” he said. “I’ve been looking for you all my life. You may not believe this, but you’re the 100% perfect girl for me.” “And you,” she said to him, “are the 100% perfect boy for me, exactly as I’d pictured you in every detail. It’s like a dream.” They sat on a park bench, held hands, and told each other their stories hour after hour. They were not lonely anymore. They had found and been found by their 100% perfect other. What a wonderful thing it is to find and be found by your 100% perfect other.
It’s a miracle, a cosmic miracle. As they sat and talked, however, a tiny, tiny sliver of doubt took root in their hearts: Was it really all right for one’s dreams to come true so easily? And so, when there came a momentary lull in their conversation, the boy said to the girl, “Let’s test ourselves – just once. If we really are each other’s 100% perfect lovers, then sometime, somewhere, we will meet again without fail. And when that happens, and we know that we are the 100% perfect ones, we’ll marry then and there. What do you think?” “Yes,” she said, “that is exactly what we should do.” And so they parted, she to the east, and he to the west. The test they had agreed upon, however, was utterly unnecessary. They should never have undertaken it, because they really and truly were each other’s 100% perfect lovers, and it was a miracle that they had ever met. But it was impossible for them to know this, young as they were. The cold, indifferent waves of fate proceeded to toss them unmercifully.
One winter, both the boy and the girl came down with the season’s terrible inluenza, and after drifting for weeks between life and death they lost all memory of their earlier years. When they awoke, their heads were as empty as the young D. H. Lawrence’s piggy bank. They were two bright, determined young people, however, and through their unremitting efforts they were able to acquire once again the knowledge and feeling that qualified them to return as full-fledged members of society. Heaven be praised, they became truly upstanding citizens who knew how to transfer from one subway line to another, who were fully capable of sending a special-delivery letter at the post office.
Indeed, they even experienced love again, sometimes as much as 75% or even 85% love. Time passed with shocking swiftness, and soon the boy was thirty-two, the girl thirty. One beautiful April morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking from east to west, but along the same narrow street in the Harajuku neighborhood of Tokyo. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a rumbling in their chest. And they knew: She is the 100% perfect girl for me. He is the 100% perfect boy for me.
But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fouteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever. A sad story, don’t you think? Yes, that’s it, that is what I should have said to her.