A moment, that you would sacrifice your life, your passion, your time, just to make them happy. You let yourself destructed, you put aside your ego. Embracing the concept of love. A full and thorough love. Filling your mind with tension on how to make them happy, without thinking how are you going to be happy. You keep your true feeling, you hide it. You don’t want to force them to do what you want, you don’t want them to sacrifice their life. Let just you who feeling sad, let just you who will carry the burden.
You fail to communicate. You fail to lead them. You fail to teach them on how to respect on what you have done.
In the end, this is what you called life. Where when you give them, then you have something to ask from them. Be you not angel. You just human. Be there is no blind love, there is love with something to take back. There is love with two eyes, and a million cells of greed.
You fail on becoming angel. You just human. Where sometimes, nobody wants to blindly loving you, just the way you in a stupidly manner loving them.
We’ve had tough years in the past, we’re in a tough position now, and will have many more tough years in the future. But i believe indonesia will survive, we will continue to face adversity head on, with heads held high. We have done so in the past, we will do so now, and will continue to do so in the future, for we are one country, one nation, one people, undivided.
WE WON’T BE COWERING IN TERROR.
WE SHALL OVERCOME.
WE SHALL PREVAIL!
-via Henny Rolan, via Ryo Saeba – via ID-Gmail – Image by Rony Lantip
I love the way my imagination driving my strategy, but I hate the way my brain and body can not be synchronized when laziness strike out.
I hate the way I clumsy when analyzing and judging something, but I believe it’s part of Monte Carlo solution, the random trial
I believe in Markov Chain, future only depend on current state, forget the past. Do something for future by doing better time today.
I believe, Bayesian Theorem is the rational basis for our strategy and judgment, you need to do an action to gain posterior rationalism
To be a better person tomorrow, learn your error in the past, update yourself, repeat infinitely, because perfect inverse modeling of your life is only written in the book.
Hidupkan kebebasan berpendapat. Kalau tidak mau orang berpendapat jelek tentang layanan Anda, institusi Anda atau apapun yang berhubungan dengan Anda, berikan yang terbaik untuk mereka.
when I was in junior high school, I wrote a *paper* for Bahasa Indonesia entitled Psychosomatic. It is about how your mind affecting your body. I was still naive at that time, so I just copy and paste from a book entitled more or less the same. That book saying that, you can heal your pain, just by positively thinking that you can heal. That thing apply reversibly.
Now, for the recent 6 months, I’m facing a deep problem, that I still cannot solve. I feel, that I’m loosing my skills as processing geophysicist. I’m loosing my analytical skills, and my judgment skills. I can also mentioned that I’m loosing my reasoning skills in taking some judgment. Negative emotions control myself. Almost 80% of my processing is a poor result. I know the problem is not only from my processing side. But also in data quality. Some un-smart acquisition design with high expectation of getting good results.
I was wondering, was it because I have bad feeling in my mind, that makes all signal in my data become bad. I don’t have logical reason for that. But, lets say Picasso is in bad mood, will he make a good painting? Or you can see the scratch of anger in his painting? I’m no Picasso, but I’m close to an artist 
I need to decrease the noise level, so that the signal has lot more meaning. It’s an art of signal processing 
I’m no artist, I’m no good geophysicist. But I’m still a human being. Maybe I’m just saturated, maybe I’m just stressful. Once I was a good geophysicist. Now just some shitty employee doing work with half-hearted. That’s so fookin stupid. Just like supernova facing their sucked by it’s own gravity. The artist that buried himself with his own paint. Now I’m just the reverse thing of Midas. Everything I touch is broken.
Life sucks. Unfortunately I’m just too fookin lazy to fix it. Fook it!
