a
Archive for malam minggu
to do today
jadual malam minggu edisi dua puluh lima april dua ribu sembilan:
~ nongton liga inggris, klo gak salah nyang disiarin ntar Hull vs Liverpool
~ “menerapkan” chord sama tab yg tadi udah diprint di kantor
~ tele-tele sama eMak gw barang sekejap
habis itu mungkin hari minggunya mo :
~ nongton moto ge pe’
~ mulai ngerjain program skripsi para klien 
~ olahraga (sungguh cita-cita yang mulia nak..)
YuHuyy..!! lumayan ber-agenda lah gw… biasanya kan cuma mangap-mangap doank.. Ahahaks.. 
psg, pkl, magang whatever lah~
i’m at my twenty second year of my life. its still amaze me how things and times has passed. tons of laughs, smiles, sads, cries, stories and thrills i’ve been through.
btw, i just created new category that is “yonger years”, i’ll try to recall my memories and share it, who knows someone might be interested on filming it! :-b . for starters, lets talk about my working experience trackbacks.
PSG (Pendidikan Sistem Ganda) – PT. Telkom Tbk.
if i can call this as a “work”, then it’ll be my very first working experience.
back then i was soo naive, plain, stupid and carefree trainee whose just at my teenage years. there are actually two “episodes” of PSG.
first is when me, karyono, oblonk, mbah wewe, adit gapar and djaelani was sent to kantor cabang telkom (kancatel) gresik.
most of our job is to validate phone line in RK(s) (Rumah Kabel), check if the line is doing good. each RK got hundreds (if not thousands) lines. we got approximately one RK done per day. and yeah its for two-god-damn-months-long.
the second episode i got kantor daerah telkom surabaya barat (kandatel SBB), but got transfered to branch office nearby famously called GARUDA. its the center of customer services and billing payments.
its easy to guess that i’ll be facing rese’ customer. well if i’m thinking about it back then, its a very good method of training to control my anger (link to prev topic). hehehe.
the good, no, great point is its customer related dude! hell yeah we got hot office girls ( ma’am? ) around. hahahaha.
still i can remember mrs. poni (ponirah, heheh) the most beautiful ma’am by heart,
mrs. joice (sexy voice serak-serak wet :b~).
mrs. tussy a very stunningly beautiful office-lady. satliyo’s favourite 
ms. um… i forgot, but she’s got cute semi curly long hair and very sweet face with glases, i remember she’s graduated from STT Telkom, smart girl indeed.
if i recall, these are my most precious experiences for both life and work. THANK GOD.
arti bacaan sholat (3)
RUKU’
SUBHAANA RABBIYAL ‘ADHIIMII WA BI HAMDIH
Maha suci Tuhanku yang maha besar dan dengan segala puji-pujiannya
I’TIDAL
SAMI’ALLAAHU LI MAN HAMIDAH
Allah mendengar orang yang memuji-Nya
RABBANAA LAKAL-HAMDU MIL’US-SAMAAWAATI WA MIL-UL-ARDHI WA MIL’U MAA SYI’TA MIN SYAI’IN BA’DU
Ya Allah tuhan kami, bagi-Mu segala puji, sepenuh langit dan bumi, dan sepenuh barang yang Kau kehendaki sesudah itu.
SUJUD
SUBHAANA RABBIYAL-A’LAA WA BI HAMDIH
Maha suci tuhan yang maha tinggi serta memujilah aku kepada-Nya.
DUDUK ANTARA DUA SUJUD
RABBIGHFIRLII WARHAMNII WAJBURNII WARFA’NII WARZUQNII WAHDINII WA ‘AAFINI WA’FU ‘ANNII
Ya Allah, ampunilah dosaku, belas kasihanilah aku dan cukupkanlah segala kekuranganku dan angkatlah derajatku dan berlah rezeki kepadaku, dan berilah aku petunjuk dan berilah kesehatan kepadaku dan berilah ampunan kepadaku.
bersambung…
ended at office
summary of todays activities :
~woke up at nine thirty, face washing, went to kosan wartel
~remote my pc at office, start to work..
~about lunch time go back to kosan, have a little chat with pak kos, take a bath
~lunch at “entut” with soup + tahu + tempe + teh anget manis
~two o’clock heading to office, but involuntary converse with Ardian (Mild7), and i was asked to join him, we’re about to play bowling at Jaya Ancol Bowling Club
~and so we play blowing, eh bowling. its quite a fun! though i’m just a newbie but i made some beginners luck’s strike! hehehe…
~five at noon, we’re back to the office
~now is seven pm, still at the office
.
.
.
.
~now is seven thirty, STILL at the office . . . .
