<?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-4063080749889461210</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:01:56.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ditttheengineer</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttheengineer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4063080749889461210/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttheengineer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ditt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874411545940138702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TZbCjHtVJI/SJASCG0Hj3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SaPUZbm9AK4/S220/ditt+1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063080749889461210.post-4065499230073827286</id><published>2008-07-30T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:21:37.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the gift of a life time</title><content type='html'>I dont understand what the god just gave me now. I just felt blessed, look a like everything i touch become gold, for all the sudden. Be in this position where i am now maybe just a dreaming for any one perhaps not very easy to get in this door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how hard i tried, how painfull the sacrifices, how cruel the fights, and cannot imagines how i became so exhausted. For a momment i was plan to quit, i could not did this any more i felt useless and hopeless, be a run away quite maybe the best for me at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just lock the page and prepare to walk out the arena, with all guilty and a loser impression in my face. I walked out with silence just walk out without put a look to  my back i just run away and run as fast i can. I go back to where i belong, it was just the save mode decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never dreamed agan since that time, i just did my job and stared my head vision down to a ground level. at that time such save mode decision must be taken as win win solution to a risk taker like me. It was a best offer that i could reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just forget my past efforts and look at my adventurer journey in more calm rhytm for the slow future. I said maybe i can go back if there are more opportunities in future but now know, i just released all the preassure and accepted the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i momment i was quit the fight and deal the calm peacefully momment in my life, i just felt peacefully but also stressfully because i am a warriors who like the adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nature of warriors not ended by surrender the fight, all for the sudden in a war there is alot of fights waits for the warriors. I was struck out from the peacefully place to a single fight again, the mother of earth said : are you ready? deal or no deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no time to think i used to be a decision risk taker, i said with my quick calculations ran shortly and fastly for the decision of a life time i took it, i took the fight hey mother earth. I shall joined your masaccre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hot tea is served now in my Jumbo Jet 767 500 heading for the airport in next 3 hours. I just remember the gift, the scenes and the journey. I love this fight. Any way.. any how..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the gift of a life time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4063080749889461210-4065499230073827286?l=ditttheengineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttheengineer.blogspot.com/feeds/4065499230073827286/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4063080749889461210&amp;postID=4065499230073827286' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4063080749889461210/posts/default/4065499230073827286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4063080749889461210/posts/default/4065499230073827286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttheengineer.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-gift-of-life-time.html' title='It&apos;s the gift of a life time'/><author><name>ditt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874411545940138702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TZbCjHtVJI/SJASCG0Hj3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SaPUZbm9AK4/S220/ditt+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063080749889461210.post-1826099296391782044</id><published>2008-07-30T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:16:48.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the sequences</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever felt trapped in multi sequences problems ..that bonded you in squirel legs mode scrapped you inside without no mercy..&lt;br /&gt;Almost for one or two sec you cannot breathe then suddenly you surrendered and became a looser.&lt;br /&gt;Trapped always define as a jam that block our way and our prespective. No one can figured how trapped became a traffic then a huge stop. Let say a intersection with out a traffic lamp. the arragement of 4 sections in beetween will screw up and suddenly a block road caused a trapped traffic jam.&lt;br /&gt;Definitelly from that we can say we need a controller.. or a management to manage the flows, right? Even in emergency situation in traffic lamp broken we can saved and avoid the blocked road situation with a dicipline and patiences..&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes people felt they are king and queens on their lives without realized they are alot of else lifes of others people.. then it become a EGO.. and un patience selfiss ness.?&lt;br /&gt;Situation with a condition with out a controller often came to us in rush decision making with pressure.&lt;br /&gt;With normal condition the traffic lamp controller on our problem management will still rules..&lt;br /&gt;But with rush and pressured heavy condition maybe suddenly it will be broken by it. then we are totally blind..&lt;br /&gt;People easily blamed on situation then become a zero result and tend to abandon away all the problems.. and run away.? But they arent dissapeared for all sudden, right. the problem still exist.&lt;br /&gt;One by one is simple word but maybe hard to do.. with out traffic controller of our problems management it will be look alike a wistle of cop, in the middle of tousands horn.. useless..&lt;br /&gt;One by one is about listen to your heart, in the middle of big noisy and preassured around you, the only voice you still can hear is your own heart.&lt;br /&gt;Right..?&lt;br /&gt;You are blind for awhile, but just close your eyes and believes that you have the guidances from inside your heart.. Stand still and whispered i can do it one by one.&lt;br /&gt;One by one is a static sequence of nature, everything with a natural ryme will command smoothly as you can say i can do it. the traffic disappeared, the clouds clear the preassures released..&lt;br /&gt;no one have same princips on this but always believe that one by one is you breathe..&lt;br /&gt;trust your self, your heart, your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Set free the power of competitiveness inside you and fear nothing..&lt;br /&gt;Be presistance.. and finished all..&lt;br /&gt;Even a everest you can conquer. You make your self a hero not any ones or any things else..&lt;br /&gt;It is just one by one.. and Just do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4063080749889461210-1826099296391782044?l=ditttheengineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttheengineer.blogspot.com/feeds/1826099296391782044/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4063080749889461210&amp;postID=1826099296391782044' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4063080749889461210/posts/default/1826099296391782044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4063080749889461210/posts/default/1826099296391782044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttheengineer.blogspot.com/2008/07/sequences.html' title='the sequences'/><author><name>ditt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874411545940138702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TZbCjHtVJI/SJASCG0Hj3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SaPUZbm9AK4/S220/ditt+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4063080749889461210.post-7736413109318370418</id><published>2008-07-29T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:59:46.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a preface</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Preface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My name ardito umar mediatma,  aka ditt, worked as world wide field engineer company servicing all company in all locations all arround the world, i was 1978 born in surabaya id, elementary in sd 1 jetisharjo yk, smpn 12 yk, smpn1 selong ntb, smun 3 semarang, itenas bdg, itb bandung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kind of bizzare i started a blog, in case of i dont knew what is the blog any way. but i stared and looked it as the pages of my life..&lt;br /&gt;I will record it as simple as i wanna be and maybe usefull as the soft expression of me, during all my field and dangerous adventures of surviving this world&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rgrds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ditttheengineer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4063080749889461210-7736413109318370418?l=ditttheengineer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ditttheengineer.blogspot.com/feeds/7736413109318370418/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4063080749889461210&amp;postID=7736413109318370418' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4063080749889461210/posts/default/7736413109318370418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4063080749889461210/posts/default/7736413109318370418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ditttheengineer.blogspot.com/2008/07/preface.html' title='a preface'/><author><name>ditt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874411545940138702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TZbCjHtVJI/SJASCG0Hj3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SaPUZbm9AK4/S220/ditt+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
