Senin tanggal 12 april

Senin tanggal 12 april
Inilah hari dimana pagi banyak aku
Gunakan untuk bermain komputer. Pagi hari aku ibangunkan oleh
Suara dering SMS. SMS tersebut merupakan balasan dari temanku. Karena semalam aku SMS temanku pada pukul 23.30 WIB. Tepat pukul enam pagi bunyi SMS dari handphone menandai aku bangun. Isinya kalau ada teman SMA yang bernama Asmaroh sedang akan melakukan pernikahan pada hari ini. Entah apa yang ada dalam benakku. Katanya dalam SMS sih aku diundang, tetapi aku tidak tahu. Lagian tempatnya sangat jauh di Kebumen. Padahal saat ini aku berada di Jogja.
Gak jadi kepernikahan gak papa yang penting  ada kegiatan yang bermanfaat didalam kos.
Setelah dari kamar kecil ada ibu penjual susu kedelai yang menawarkan dagangannya kepada saya. Susu kedelai dengan harga Rp.1.500,00 aku beli. Tapi tak lantas diminum, tak diamkan beberapa menit sebelum akhirnya dingin sendiri. Setelah setengah jam dari  trasnsaksi akhirnya susu tersebut saya minum. Rasanya anyep (tawar) tidak amis seperti susu hewan. Ya lumanyan lah pagi-pagi bisa menambah gizi.
Sebenarnya aku pagi ini tidak ingin membeli susu kedelai karena sebelumnya saya telah memanaskan air untuk membuat teh celup. Ya udahlah gak papa , lagian ibu penjual susu tersebut membutuhkan uang untuk menambah modalnya membuat susu. Walaupun demikian antara minum susu dengan minum teh buat saya sama nikmatnya. Susu memberikan protein dan minuman teh memberikan rasa segar. Entah apa yang terjadi tadi pagi sungguh sangat luar biasa. Ternyata teh yang saya minum nikmatnya minta ampun. Ini terjadi pada saat minuman teh saya campur dengan jeruk nipis. Rasanya antara kecut campur sedikit manis dan juga rasa pahit yang terdapat dalam teh begitu terasa. Sungguh luar biasa...
Jeruk nipis yang aku bawa dari kutowinangun telah mengubah rasa dan saya rasa tadi pagi nilai minum teh yang saya dapatkan lebih dari minum di restoran bintang lima. Rasa kecut jeruk nipis bercampur dengan manisnya gula dan juga pahitnya teh yang sengaja aku buat pekat tidak dapat menandingi minuman ditempat manapun, mungkin minuman yang seperti ini hanya ada didalam kamar kosku yang berukuran 3x3 ini.
Minuman teh  yang aku tadi pagi  buat, saya nyatakan sebagai sebuah invention yang dilakukan oleh saya. Penemuan besar banyak dari sesuatu yang tidak  sengaja misalnya penemuan magnet, penemuan Benua Amerika. Begitu juga dengan saya pada waktu itu secara tidak sengaja menemukan minuman yang begitu nikmat. Jika niu yu green tea seharaga Rp 5.000,00 dan frs tea juga berharga sama. Namun jika minuman saya ini dijual dengan kemasan dan volumen yang sama maka saya akan jual seharga Rp 6.000,00 dan ini menurut saya wajar karena rasanya yang begitu nikmat tak bisa diungkapkan dengan kata-kata.
Ingin sekali rasanya bisa membuat sebuah produk minuman seperti sosro, coca-cola, maupun garuda food yang sukses merajai pasar minuman di Indonesia. Soal bahan baku aku sendiri gak masalah, karena sumber utama dari pembuatan minuman adalah air. Air telah disediakan oleh Tuhan untuk bisa dimanfaatkan manusia untuk berbagai keperluan salah satu diantaranya adalah memenuhi kebutuhan tubuh ini akan proses biologis yang banyak ditopang oleh air.
Mungkin kalau air tidak masalah, tetapi yang menjadi masalah adalah pengolahannya. Butuh otak-otak yang cerdas untuk mampu mewujudkan mimpi ku itu. Tetapi apakah mungkin bisa sedangkan saya sendiri Cuma bisa buat teh atau minuman umum lainnya. Sedangkan agar suatu produk bisa masuk pasar dan diterima oleh konsumen membutuhkan strategi marketing yang sangat baik. Ya WALLLAH HU ALLAM..siapa tahu dengan tekad bulatku cita-cita bisa membuat perusahaan coca-cola nya Indonesia bisa terwujud.

THE ADVENTURES OF ALADDIN (old story)

                  THE ADVENTURES OF ALADDIN

   Once upon a time . . . a widow had an only son whose name was Aladdin. They
were very poor and lived from hand to mouth, though Aladdin did what he could
to earn some pennies, by picking bananas in faraway places.
   One day, as he was looking for wild figs in a grove some way from the town,
Aladdin met a mysterious stranger. This smartly dressed dark-eyed man with a
trim black beard and a splendid sapphire in his turban, asked Aladdin an
unusual question:
   "Come here, boy," he ordered. "How would you like to earn a silver penny?"
   "A silver penny!" exclaimed Aladdin. "Sir, I'd do anything for that kind of
payment."
   "I'm not going to ask you to do much. Just go down that manhole. I'm much
too big to squeeze through myself. If you do as I ask, you'll have your
reward." The stranger helped Aladdin lift the manhole cover, for it was very
heavy. Slim and agile as he was, the boy easily went down. His feet touched
stone and he carefully made his way down some steps . . . and found himself in
a large chamber. It seemed to sparkle, though dimly lit by the flickering
light of an old oil lamp. When Aladdin's eyes  became used to the gloom, he
saw a wonderful sight: trees dripping with glittering jewels, pots of gold and
caskets full of priceless gems. Thousands of precious objects lay scattered
about. It was a treasure trove! Unable to believe his eyes, Aladdin was
standing dazed when he heard a shout behind him.
   "The lamp! Put out the flame and bring me the lamp!" Surprised and
suspicious, for why should the stranger, out of all such a treasure want only
an old lamp, Aladdin wondered. Perhaps he was a wizard. He decided to be on
his guard. Picking up the lamp, he retraced his steps up to the entrance.
   "Give me the lamp," urged the wizard impatiently. "Hand it over," he began
to shout, thrusting out his arm to grab it, but Aladdin cautiously drew back.
   "Let me out first . . ."
   "Too bad for you," snapped the stranger, slamming down the manhole cover,
never noticing that, as he did so, a ring slid off his finger. A terrified
Aladdin was left in pitch darkness, wondering what the wizard would do next.
Then he trod on the ring. Aimlessly putting it on his finger, he twisted it
round and round. Suddenly the room was flooded with a rosy light and a great
genie with clasped hands appeared on a cloud.
   "At your command, sire," said the genie.
   Now astoundede, Aladdin could only stammer:
   "I want to go home!" In a flash he was back in his own home, though the
door wa tightly shut.
   "How did you get in?" called his mother from the kitchen stove, the minute
she set eyes on him. Excitedly, her son told her of his adventures.
   "Where's the silver coin?" his mother asked. Aladdin clapped a hand to his
brow. For all he had brought home was the old oil lamp "Oh, mother! I'm so
sorry. This is all I've got."
   "Well, let's hope it works. It's so dirty . . ." and the widow began to rub
the lamp.
   Suddenly out shot another genie, in a cloud of smoke.
   "You've set me free, after centuries! I was a prisoner in the lamp, waiting
to be freed by someone rubbing it. Now, I'm your obedient servant. Tell me
your wishes." And the genie bowed respectfully, awaiting Aladdin's orders. The
boy and his mother gaped wordlessly at this incredible apparition, then the
genie said with a hint of impatience in his voice.
   "I'm here at your command. Tell me what you want. Anything you like!"
Aladdin gulped, then said:
   "Bring us . . . bring . . ." His mother not having yet begun to cook the
dinner, went on to say: ". . . a lovely big meal."
   From that day on, the widow and her son had everything they could wish for:
food, clothes and a fine home, for the genie of the lamp granted them
everything they asked him. Aladdin grew into a tall handsome young man and his
mother felt that he ought to find himself a wife, sooner or later.
   One day, as he left the market, Aladdin happened to see the Sultan's
daughter Halima in her sedan chair being carried through the streets. He only
caught a fleeting glimpse of the princess, but it was enough for him to want
to marry her. Aladdin told his mother and she quickly said:
   "I'll ask the Sultan for his daughter's hand. He'll never be able to
refuse. Wait and see!"
   And indeed, the Sultan was easily persuaded by a casket full of big
diamonds to admit the widow to the palace. However, when he learned why she
had come, he told the widow that her son must bring proof of his power and
riches. This was mostly the Chamberlain's idea, for he himself was  eager to
marry the beautiful black-eyed Sultan's daughter.
   "If Aladdin wants to marry Halima,' said the Sultan, "he must send me forty
slaves tomorrow.Every slave must bring a box of precious stones. And forty
Arab warriors must escort the treasure."
   Aladdin's mother went sadly home. The genie of the magic lamp had already
worked wonders, but nothing like this. Aladdin however,when he heard the news,
was not at all dismayed. He picked up the lamp, rubbed it harder than ever and
told the genie what he required. The genie simply clapped his hands three
times. Forty slaves magically appeared, carrying the gemstones, together with
their escort of forty Arab warriors. When he saw all thls the next day, the
Sultan was taken aback. He never imagined such wealth could exist. Just as he
was about to accept Aladdin as his daughter's bridegroom, the envious
Chamberlain broke in with a question.
   "Where wlll they live?" he asked. The Sultan pondered for a moment, then
allowlng greed to get the better of hlm, he told Aladdin to build a great,
splendid palace for Halima. Aladdin went straight home and, in what was once a
wilderness, the genie built him a palace. The last obstacle had been overcome.
The wedding tbok place with great celebrations and the Sultan was especially
happy at finding such a rich and powerful son-in-law.
   News of Aladdin's sudden fortune and wealth spread like wildfire, until....
one day, a strange merchant stopped beneath the palace window.
   "Old lamps for new," he called to the princess, standing on the balcony.
Now, Aladdin had always kept his secret to himself. Only his mother knew it
and she had never told a soul. Halima, alas, had been kept in the dark. And
so, now, wanting to give Alladin a surprise as well  as make a good bargain,
she fetched the old oil lamp she had seen Aladdin tuck away, and gave it to
the merchant in exchange for a new one. The merchant quickly began to rub
it . . . and the genie was now at the service of the wizard who had got his
magic lamp back.
   In a second he whisked away all Aladdin's possessions and magically sent
the palace and the princess to an unknown land. Aladdin and the Sultan were at
their wits' end. Nobody knew what had happened. Only Aladdin knew it had
something to do with the magic lamp. But as he wept over the lost genie of
the lamp, he remembered the genie of the ring from the wizard's finger.
Slipping the ring on his finger, Aladdin twisted it round and round.
   "Take me to the place where the wizard has hidden my wife," he ordered the
genie. In a flash, he found himself inside his own palace, and peeping from
behind a curtain, he saw the wizard and the princess, now his servant.
   "Psst! Psst!" hissed Aladdin.
   "Aladdin! It's you . . .!"
   "Ssh. Don't let him hear you. Take this powder and put it into his tea.
Trust me." The powder quickly took effect and the wizard fell into a deep
sleep. Aladdin hunted for the lamp high and low, but it was nowere to be
seen.  But it had to be there. How, otherwise, had the wizard moved the
palace? As Aladdin gazed at his sleeping enemy, he thought of peering
underneath the pillow. "The lamp! At last," sighed Aladdin, hastily rubbing
it.
   "Welcome back, Master!" exclaimed the genie. "Why did you leave me at
another's service for so long?"
   "Welcome," replied Aladdin. "I'm glad to see you again. I've certainly
missed you! It's just as well I have you by me again."
   "At your command," smiled the genie.
   "First, put this wicked wizard in chains and take him far away where he'll
never be found again." The genie grinned with pleasure, nodded his head, and
the wizard vanished. Halima clutched Aladdin in fear:
   "What's going on? Who is that genie?"
   "Don't worry, everything is all right," Aladdin reassured her, as he told
his wife the whole story of how he had met the wizard and found the magic
lamp that had enabled him to marry her. Everything went back to normal and the
happy pair hugged each other tenderly.
   "Can we return to our own kingdom?" the princess asked timidly, thinking
of her father, so far away. Aladdin glanced at her with a smile.
   "The magic that brought you here will take you back, but with me at your
side, forever."
   The Sultan was almost ill with worry. His daughter had disappeared along
with the palace, and then his son-in-law had vanished too. Nobody knew where
they were, not even the wise men hastily called to the palace to divine what
had happened. The jealous Chamberlain kept on repeating:
   "I told you Aladdin's fortune couldn't last."
   Everyone had lost all hope of ever seeing the missing pair again, when far
away, Aladdin rubbed the magic lamp and said to the genie,
   "Take my wife, myself and the palace back to our own land, as fast as you
can."
   "In a flash, Sire," replied the genie. At the snap of a finger, the palace
rose into the air and sped over the Sultan's kingdom, above the heads of his
astonished subjects. It gently floated down to earth and landed on its old
site. Aladdin and Halima rushed to embrace the Sultan.
   To this very day, in that distant country, you can still admire the traces
of an ancient palace which folk call the palace that came from the skies.  
.

                  THE ADVENTURES OF ALADDIN

   Once upon a time . . . a widow had an only son whose name was Aladdin. They
were very poor and lived from hand to mouth, though Aladdin did what he could
to earn some pennies, by picking bananas in faraway places.
   One day, as he was looking for wild figs in a grove some way from the town,
Aladdin met a mysterious stranger. This smartly dressed dark-eyed man with a
trim black beard and a splendid sapphire in his turban, asked Aladdin an
unusual question:
   "Come here, boy," he ordered. "How would you like to earn a silver penny?"
   "A silver penny!" exclaimed Aladdin. "Sir, I'd do anything for that kind of
payment."
   "I'm not going to ask you to do much. Just go down that manhole. I'm much
too big to squeeze through myself. If you do as I ask, you'll have your
reward." The stranger helped Aladdin lift the manhole cover, for it was very
heavy. Slim and agile as he was, the boy easily went down. His feet touched
stone and he carefully made his way down some steps . . . and found himself in
a large chamber. It seemed to sparkle, though dimly lit by the flickering
light of an old oil lamp. When Aladdin's eyes  became used to the gloom, he
saw a wonderful sight: trees dripping with glittering jewels, pots of gold and
caskets full of priceless gems. Thousands of precious objects lay scattered
about. It was a treasure trove! Unable to believe his eyes, Aladdin was
standing dazed when he heard a shout behind him.
   "The lamp! Put out the flame and bring me the lamp!" Surprised and
suspicious, for why should the stranger, out of all such a treasure want only
an old lamp, Aladdin wondered. Perhaps he was a wizard. He decided to be on
his guard. Picking up the lamp, he retraced his steps up to the entrance.
   "Give me the lamp," urged the wizard impatiently. "Hand it over," he began
to shout, thrusting out his arm to grab it, but Aladdin cautiously drew back.
   "Let me out first . . ."
   "Too bad for you," snapped the stranger, slamming down the manhole cover,
never noticing that, as he did so, a ring slid off his finger. A terrified
Aladdin was left in pitch darkness, wondering what the wizard would do next.
Then he trod on the ring. Aimlessly putting it on his finger, he twisted it
round and round. Suddenly the room was flooded with a rosy light and a great
genie with clasped hands appeared on a cloud.
   "At your command, sire," said the genie.
   Now astoundede, Aladdin could only stammer:
   "I want to go home!" In a flash he was back in his own home, though the
door wa tightly shut.
   "How did you get in?" called his mother from the kitchen stove, the minute
she set eyes on him. Excitedly, her son told her of his adventures.
   "Where's the silver coin?" his mother asked. Aladdin clapped a hand to his
brow. For all he had brought home was the old oil lamp "Oh, mother! I'm so
sorry. This is all I've got."
   "Well, let's hope it works. It's so dirty . . ." and the widow began to rub
the lamp.
   Suddenly out shot another genie, in a cloud of smoke.
   "You've set me free, after centuries! I was a prisoner in the lamp, waiting
to be freed by someone rubbing it. Now, I'm your obedient servant. Tell me
your wishes." And the genie bowed respectfully, awaiting Aladdin's orders. The
boy and his mother gaped wordlessly at this incredible apparition, then the
genie said with a hint of impatience in his voice.
   "I'm here at your command. Tell me what you want. Anything you like!"
Aladdin gulped, then said:
   "Bring us . . . bring . . ." His mother not having yet begun to cook the
dinner, went on to say: ". . . a lovely big meal."
   From that day on, the widow and her son had everything they could wish for:
food, clothes and a fine home, for the genie of the lamp granted them
everything they asked him. Aladdin grew into a tall handsome young man and his
mother felt that he ought to find himself a wife, sooner or later.
   One day, as he left the market, Aladdin happened to see the Sultan's
daughter Halima in her sedan chair being carried through the streets. He only
caught a fleeting glimpse of the princess, but it was enough for him to want
to marry her. Aladdin told his mother and she quickly said:
   "I'll ask the Sultan for his daughter's hand. He'll never be able to
refuse. Wait and see!"
   And indeed, the Sultan was easily persuaded by a casket full of big
diamonds to admit the widow to the palace. However, when he learned why she
had come, he told the widow that her son must bring proof of his power and
riches. This was mostly the Chamberlain's idea, for he himself was  eager to
marry the beautiful black-eyed Sultan's daughter.
   "If Aladdin wants to marry Halima,' said the Sultan, "he must send me forty
slaves tomorrow.Every slave must bring a box of precious stones. And forty
Arab warriors must escort the treasure."
   Aladdin's mother went sadly home. The genie of the magic lamp had already
worked wonders, but nothing like this. Aladdin however,when he heard the news,
was not at all dismayed. He picked up the lamp, rubbed it harder than ever and
told the genie what he required. The genie simply clapped his hands three
times. Forty slaves magically appeared, carrying the gemstones, together with
their escort of forty Arab warriors. When he saw all thls the next day, the
Sultan was taken aback. He never imagined such wealth could exist. Just as he
was about to accept Aladdin as his daughter's bridegroom, the envious
Chamberlain broke in with a question.
   "Where wlll they live?" he asked. The Sultan pondered for a moment, then
allowlng greed to get the better of hlm, he told Aladdin to build a great,
splendid palace for Halima. Aladdin went straight home and, in what was once a
wilderness, the genie built him a palace. The last obstacle had been overcome.
The wedding tbok place with great celebrations and the Sultan was especially
happy at finding such a rich and powerful son-in-law.
   News of Aladdin's sudden fortune and wealth spread like wildfire, until....
one day, a strange merchant stopped beneath the palace window.
   "Old lamps for new," he called to the princess, standing on the balcony.
Now, Aladdin had always kept his secret to himself. Only his mother knew it
and she had never told a soul. Halima, alas, had been kept in the dark. And
so, now, wanting to give Alladin a surprise as well  as make a good bargain,
she fetched the old oil lamp she had seen Aladdin tuck away, and gave it to
the merchant in exchange for a new one. The merchant quickly began to rub
it . . . and the genie was now at the service of the wizard who had got his
magic lamp back.
   In a second he whisked away all Aladdin's possessions and magically sent
the palace and the princess to an unknown land. Aladdin and the Sultan were at
their wits' end. Nobody knew what had happened. Only Aladdin knew it had
something to do with the magic lamp. But as he wept over the lost genie of
the lamp, he remembered the genie of the ring from the wizard's finger.
Slipping the ring on his finger, Aladdin twisted it round and round.
   "Take me to the place where the wizard has hidden my wife," he ordered the
genie. In a flash, he found himself inside his own palace, and peeping from
behind a curtain, he saw the wizard and the princess, now his servant.
   "Psst! Psst!" hissed Aladdin.
   "Aladdin! It's you . . .!"
   "Ssh. Don't let him hear you. Take this powder and put it into his tea.
Trust me." The powder quickly took effect and the wizard fell into a deep
sleep. Aladdin hunted for the lamp high and low, but it was nowere to be
seen.  But it had to be there. How, otherwise, had the wizard moved the
palace? As Aladdin gazed at his sleeping enemy, he thought of peering
underneath the pillow. "The lamp! At last," sighed Aladdin, hastily rubbing
it.
   "Welcome back, Master!" exclaimed the genie. "Why did you leave me at
another's service for so long?"
   "Welcome," replied Aladdin. "I'm glad to see you again. I've certainly
missed you! It's just as well I have you by me again."
   "At your command," smiled the genie.
   "First, put this wicked wizard in chains and take him far away where he'll
never be found again." The genie grinned with pleasure, nodded his head, and
the wizard vanished. Halima clutched Aladdin in fear:
   "What's going on? Who is that genie?"
   "Don't worry, everything is all right," Aladdin reassured her, as he told
his wife the whole story of how he had met the wizard and found the magic
lamp that had enabled him to marry her. Everything went back to normal and the
happy pair hugged each other tenderly.
   "Can we return to our own kingdom?" the princess asked timidly, thinking
of her father, so far away. Aladdin glanced at her with a smile.
   "The magic that brought you here will take you back, but with me at your
side, forever."
   The Sultan was almost ill with worry. His daughter had disappeared along
with the palace, and then his son-in-law had vanished too. Nobody knew where
they were, not even the wise men hastily called to the palace to divine what
had happened. The jealous Chamberlain kept on repeating:
   "I told you Aladdin's fortune couldn't last."
   Everyone had lost all hope of ever seeing the missing pair again, when far
away, Aladdin rubbed the magic lamp and said to the genie,
   "Take my wife, myself and the palace back to our own land, as fast as you
can."
   "In a flash, Sire," replied the genie. At the snap of a finger, the palace
rose into the air and sped over the Sultan's kingdom, above the heads of his
astonished subjects. It gently floated down to earth and landed on its old
site. Aladdin and Halima rushed to embrace the Sultan.
   To this very day, in that distant country, you can still admire the traces
of an ancient palace which folk call the palace that came from the skies.  
.

ALI AND THE SULTAN'S SADDLE (old story)

ALI AND THE SULTAN'S SADDLE

Once upon a time . . . there lived a very powerful Sultan whose kingdom
stretched to the edges of the desert. One of his subjects was called Ali, a
man who enjoyed making fun of his ruler. He invented all sorts of tales about
the Sultan and his Court, and folk would roar with laughter at his jokes.
Indeed, Ali became so well known, that people pointed him out in the street
and chuckled.
Ali's fun at the Sultan's expense reached the point where the Sultan
himself heard about it. Angry and insulted, he ordered the guards to bring the
joker before him.
"I shall punish him for his cheek," said the Sultan eagerly, as he rubbed
his hands, thinking of the good whipping he was about to administer.
But when Ali was brought before him, he bowed so low that his forehead
scraped the floor. Giving the Sultan no time to open his mouth, Ali said:
"Sire! Please let me thank you for granting my dearest wish: to look upon
you in person and tell you how greatly I admire your wisdom and handsome
figure. I've written a poem about you. May I recite it to you?"
Overwhelmed by this stream of words and delighted at Ali's unexpected
praise, the Sultan told him to recite his poem. In actual fact, Ali hadn't
written a single word, so he had to invent it as he went along, and this he
did, loudly comparing the Sultan's splendour to that of the sun, his strength
to that of the tempest and his voice to the sound of the wind. Everyone
applauded and cheered. Now quite charmed, the Sultan forgot why he had called
Ali before him, and clapped at the end of the poem in his honour.
"Well done!" he cried. "You're a fine poet and deserve a reward. Choose one
of these saddles as payment for your ability." Ali picked up a donkey's saddle
and, thanking the Sultan, he hurried out of the palace with the saddle on his
back. When people saw him rush along, they all asked him:
"Ali, where are you going with that donkey's saddle on your back?"
"I've just recited a poem in honour of the Sultan, and he's given me one of
his own robes as a reward!"
And winking Ali pointed to the saddle!
.