Tuesday, October 23, 2007

ToughDay



Today is a tough day for me. I woke up in the morning in unfit condition that I want to call may boss to ask for a day off.But I decided to come. The day seemed to be normal. Until I had a meeting that attended by various departments. And then people start to attack, as usual. And unfortunately this time they attack me till I got mad. Yes I got mad that I even re-attack the engineering manager. Me ?? attacking someone older? someone more more powerfull ? someone tougher ?Yes that's the new me that is no more just accepted what people said and want from me.Because I decided to defence especially for my subordinates.
But the worse thing is my boss and peers were there and they say nothing. It hurts me cause I do need their support as my colleagues and we're in one team. Sometimes I feel that they are so happy when I got drown. But I always try to think that they don't. But then, I will ask the same question again and again.
In the time where I try new role for me without any guidance, without any experience before I always hope that there is somebody out there that will remind me if I do something wrong, but also appreciate me if I do someting right.
-The road to the next level is always uphill by John Maxwell-

Sunday, October 21, 2007

BecauseI'mAWoman

Because I'm A Woman
Kiss

A very inspiring song.If you want to understand woman, better listen to this one.




Dodeche ar suga obso namjadurui maum
wonhar ten onjego da juni ije tonande
ironjog choumirago nonun thugbyorhadanun
gu marur midosso negen hengbogiosso

marur haji guresso nega shirhojyoda go
nunchiga obnun nan nur bochegiman hesso
norur yoghamyonsodo manhi guriurgoya
sarangi jonbuin nanun yojainika

modungor swibge da jumyon gumbang shirhjungnenunge
namjara durosso thollin mar gathjin anha
dashinun sogji anhuri maum mogo bojiman
todashi sarange munojinunge yoja ya


Onur urin heojyosso budi hengbogharago
noboda johun sarammannagir barandago
nodo darun namjarang togathe nar saranghanda go marhanten onjego
sorjighi na nega jar doenungo shirho
naboda yepun yoja manna hengboghage jar sarmyon otohge
guroda nar jongmar ijoborimyon otohgenan irohge himdunde himduro juggenunde

ajigdo nor nomu saranghanunde
sarangur wihesoramyon modun da har su inun
yojaui chaghan bonnungur iyong hajinun marajwo
hanyojaro theona sarangbadgo sanunge
irohge himdurgo oryourjur mollasso


AFriend


Wikipedia said, Friendship is a term used to denote co-operative and supportive behavior between two or more humans. Value that is found in friendships is often the result of a friend demonstrating on a consistent basis:

  • the tendency to desire what is best for the other, simpathy and empathy
  • honesty, perhaps in situations where it may be difficult for others to speak the truth, especially in terms of pointing out the perceived faults of one's counterpart
  • mutual understanding.

Ask.com said, friend is :

  • A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.
  • A person whom one knows; an acquaintance.
  • A person with whom one is allied in a struggle or cause; a comrade.
  • One who supports, sympathizes with, or patronizes a group, cause, or movement: friends of the clean air movement.

And I always ask to myself "When it comes the time where I found somebody that always want me to hear, want me to care, want me to help, want me to trust, but not in the opposite way. When that somebody doesn't want to hear me, doesn't care, and doesn't have willingness to help, doen't want to trust me, even in my tough days. Does she/he my friend ???"

Cause I believe that friendship only work in mutual behavior. Caring, sharing, helping, believing each other.

To all my beloved friend. I don't want to pick you as my friend, I just want both of us picking each other as friend. A friendship that developed by understanding, caring, and sharing.

Friday, October 19, 2007

I Don't Know You Anymore

Entah kenapa kemarin saat aku ngompreng-ompreng komputerku di rumah tiba-tiba aku nemu lagu lama ini. Dan kayaknya lagu ini cocok banget buat-ku sekarang.



"I Don't Know You Anymore"


I would like to visit you for a while
Get away and out of this city
Maybe I shouldn't have called but someone had to be the first to break
We can go sit on your back porch
Relax
Talk about anything
It don't matter
I'll be courageous if you can pretend that you've forgiven me

Because I don't know you anymore
I don't recognize this place
The picture frames have changed and so has your name
We don't talk much anymore
We keep running from the pain
But what I wouldn't give to see your face again

Springtime in the city
Always such relief from the winter freeze
The snow was more lonely than coldIf you know what I mean
Everyone's got an agenda, don't stop
Keep that chin up, you'll be all right
Can you believe what a year it's been
Are you still the same?
Has your opinion changed?'

I know I never really treated you right
I've paid the price
I'm still paying for it every day
So maybe I shouldn't have called
Was it too soon to tell?Oh what the hell
It doesn't really matter
How do you redefine something that never really had a name?
Has your opinion changed?

Because I don't know you anymore
I don't recognize this place
The picture frames have changed and so has your nameWe don't talk much anymore
We keep running from the pain
But what I wouldn't give to see your face again

I see your face
I see your face

AboutMe

Namaku Uswatun Hasanah, dan kamu boleh memanggilku Uswah. Sebuah nama yang kalian dan aku tahu bahwa berjuta-juta orang telah menggunakannya. Namun aku percaya setiap orang yang bernama Uswatun Hasanah memiliki keistimewaan tersendiri. Begitu pula denganku ...

Dan bagaimanapun juga, namaku adalah warisan ayahku yang berisikan doa dan harapan terhadap anak perempuannya. Dan aku tetap selalu berharap doa dalam nama itu dapat kuwujudkan. Amin.
Aku dilahirkan di sebuah kota kecil di kaki gunung Merapi, aku tumbuh besar di sana. Hingga saat umurku 15 tahun aku harus merantau ke kota yang lebih besar untuk pendidikan yang lebih baik. Bukan berarti sekolah di kota kecilku tidak berkualitas, hanya saja ada kualitas tertentu yang kubutuhkan dan tidak dapat kutemukan di sekolah-sekolah di kotaku.

Selepas SMU, aku melanjutkan ke sebuah Institut di kota Bandung, di sana aku mengambil jurusan Teknik Kimia. Aku lulus 4 tahun kemudian di tahun 2005 dengan penuh perjuangan (karena engineering memang sepertinya bukan bidangku). Namun, di samping hasil kuliahku yang gak bisa kubanggakan, aku punya banyak sekali kisah dan kebahagiaan selama 4 tahun di Bandung. Salah satunya adalah hartaku yang paling berharga yaitu teman-temanku.

Selepas lulus kuliah aku ikut serta dalam dunia pencarian kerja. Tak terhitung banyaknya lamaran, tes, interview, dan bahkan Medical Check Up yang kujalani. Dan hampir semuanya gagal. Hingga akhirnya ada satu perusahaan yang menerimaku. Sebuah MNC di bidang steel industry di kota Cilegon. Bberapa bulan kemudian, dengan berat hati aku meninggalkan perusahaan tersebut dan pindah ke sebuah perusahaan supplier raw material untuk industri keramik yang mengiming-imingi gaji lebih tinggi, fasilitas lebih OK, dan training ke Eropa. Namun ternyata itu semua hanya bualan belaka. Di sanapun aku tak bertahan lama, tapi lumayanlah di sana aku belajar memaki-maki dalam bahasa Spanyol. Ketakukan mulai menghinggapi diriku "Apakah memang sifatku untuk tidak betah dalam 1 company ?". Namun ternyata di perusahan ketiga mimpi burukku tidak berlanjut. Aku bertahan di perusahaan ini hingga sekarang. Sebuah Food Industry yang cukup terpandang di Amrik (tapi tidak di Indonesia). Tapi dengan catatan aku kerja di Indonesia bukan di Amrik :p. Dan dari sinilah akan hadir cerita-cerita lain .....




Thursday, October 18, 2007

MyFirstPost


Whua.....

This is my first time to write on my NEW blog (Can you imagine ??? my own blog). But actually I am not allowed to do this, because now I'm on work. HA HA HA. Naughty girl of me. By the way welcome to my blog. I really like to share the whole experience with all of you guys out there. Have a nice journey .....



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Love,

Uswah