Friday, May 18, 2012

Perbedaan Ekstrovert dan Introvert

I thought i'm not normal at first,but then i realize i'm not alone in this world.I dont need many friends,i only need a few,as long as they're true.

Ekstrovert dan Introvert adalah dua tipe karakter manusia. Jika ekstrovert terkesan lebih supel maka introvert terkesan lebih menutup diri. Selama ini kita sering terjebak dogma bahwa ekstrovert lebih baik dari pada introvert. Padahal kedua karakter ini memiliki kelebihan dan kekurangannya masing-masing. Apa itu?

Pribadi ekstrovert senang berada di tengah keramaian. Energinya terkumpul ketika berbicara dan berinteraksi dengan banyak orang. Ketika sedang berada di keramaian seorang ekstrovert seolah-olah juga sedang mengisi tenaganya (charging). Oleh karena itu jika seorang ekstrovert sedang stress maka dia akan cenderung memilih untuk berinteraksi dengan banyak temannya, entah itu pergi ke mall, nonton, atau sekedar jalan-jalan. Seorang ekstrovert tidak nyaman dengan suasana sepi. Suasana sepi bagi seorang ekstrovert malah akan membuatnya makin tertekan.

Introvert sebaliknya, bagi mereka keramaian membuat tenaga mereka cepat hilang. Oleh karena itu biasanya mereka hanya sekali-kali berinteraksi, kemudian diam. Ketika sedang stress, introvert lebih senang menyendiri atau hanya mau berbagi kepada satu atau dua orang yang mereka percaya. Bagi introvert suasana sepi adalah suasana yang nyaman dimana mereka bisa mengisi energi mereka. Selain itu, biasanya para introvert hanya berbicara seperlunya dan hanya berbicara mengenai apa yang memang ingin mereka bicarakan. Pada kadar yang tinggi orang introvert jika ditanya akan diam terlebih dahulu memikirkan apa yang akan mereka ucapkan, setelah itu baru mereka berbicara.

Sekedar informasi tambahan Menurut Carl Gustav Jung, orang-orang introvert adalah mereka yang terampil dalam melakukan perjalanan ke dunia dalam, yaitu diri mereka sendiri. Mereka selalu mencoba memahami diri mereka sendiri dengan melakukan banyak perenungan dan berkontemplasi. Pada akhirnya mereka menjadi orang yang memahami dirinya, berpendirian keras, tidak mudah terpengaruh oleh orang lain, dan mengetahui apa yang menjadi tujuan dalam hidupnya.

Ekstrovert, Introvert, and Relationship

Dalam hal hubungan pria dan wanita, seorang ekstrovert memiliki keuntungan tersendiri. Berkenalan dengan lawan jenis (approach) atau meminta no HP bukan perkara yang sulit bagi mereka. Namun dalam hal dating biasanya mereka memiliki kesulitan. Tipe ekstrovert biasanya lebih sulit untuk membina suatu hubungan personal yang lebih dalam dengan seseorang.

Introvert cenderung lebih sulit melakukan approach, tetapi dalam hal dating mereka lebih unggul karena mereka biasanya bisa membuat suatu hubungan personal yang lebih dalam. Di sinilah keunggulan seorang introvert. Ketika berinteraksi dengan seorang introvert arah pembicaraan akan lebih dalam, berbeda dengan ekstrovert yang lebih general.

Mengapa demikian?
Seorang introvert seringkali disibukkan dengan dirinya sendiri dan kurang peka terhadap lingkungannya. Pada akhirnya lingkungannya juga tidak dapat menerima seorang introvert dengan baik. Mereka tahu apa yg mereka mau namun sulit untuk mengkomunikasikannya kepada orang lain. Hal ini membuat orang introvert seringkali dicap sebagai orang aneh. Untuk mengerti pemikiran seorang introvert maka anda harus meluangkan waktu lebih banyak untuk berkomunikasi dengannya. Inilah mengapa ketika kita berbicara dengan seorang introvert maka kita akan diajak menuju pembicaraan yang lebih dalam.

Di lain pihak mereka yg ekstrovert terampil dalam melakukan perjalanan ke dunia luar. Mereka dengan leluasa dapat berinteraksi dengan banyak orang. Membuat orang lain terkagum-kagum dan menyukainya. Namun semua itu dilakukan dengan mengorbankan dirinya sendiri. Mereka sering terpaksa mengorbankan kepribadiannya sendiri agar dapat diterima oleh orang banyak. Pembicaraan seorang ekstovert juga biasanya general, artinya bersifat umum.

Dalam hal relationship, seorang (I) akan cenderung lebih cocok dengan orang (E). Sebaliknya, orang (E) akan lebih cocok dengan orang (I). Sekali lagi ini hanya kecendrungan. Tidak selamanya seperti itu. Disamping itu masih banyak faktor-faktor lain.

Introvert <———–> Ekstrovert

Pertanyaan selanjutnya bisakah  introvert berubah menjadi ekstrovert atau sebaliknya?
Jawabannya adalah bisa karena karakter tidak bersifat permanen namun dinamis, artinya dapat berubah sewaktu-waktu. Karakter kita dibentuk bukan oleh kita sendiri tapi oleh beberapa faktor seperti lingkungan, mood, teman, situasi sosial dll. Ketika sedang berada di keramaian seperti aktivitas organisasi atau reuni SMA kita sebaiknya menjadi seorang ekstrovert dengan segala kepintaran berinteraksinya. Ketika kita ingin mempunyai hubungan yang lebih dalam dengan seseorang maka jadilah introvert, hal ini dapat membuat orang menjadi lebih dekat dengan anda.

Namun untuk melakukannya tidak dapat sekaligus membutuhkan proses dan harus perlan-lahan. Dengan menyadari hal di atas adalah merupakan modal yang baik. Jika merasa sebagai seorang introvert cobalah untuk melakukan interaksi dengan banyak orang. Jika merasa sebagai ekstrovert maka cobalah untuk berinteraksi lebih dalam, one-on-one atau eye-to-eye dengan orang lain. Coba tahan nafsu anda untuk berbicara dan lebih banyak menjadi seorang pendengar. Pada awalnya hal ini akan terasa berat, tetapi lama kelamaan kita akan terbiasa untuk menyesuaikan karakter kita dengan lingkungan yang dibutuhkan. Sekali lagi ini bukan merupakan hal yang mudah. Saya sendiri masih belajar dan pada beberapa waktu khusus sering mengalami kesulitan melakukannya.

Kadar introvert dan ekstrovert masing-masing orang juga berbeda-beda. Ada yang tinggi ada yang rendah. Misalnya A dan B bisa saja sama-sama seorang introvert. Namun si A memiliki kadar introvert 55% sedangkan si B 70%. Semakin tinggi persentasenya maka sifat khas dari masing-masing tipe kepribadian itu akan semakin muncul dominan. Kadar tersebut bisa berubah seiring waktu.

Monday, May 14, 2012

Bocah-bocah di splite

hahahaha,gara2 biologi entah itu tugas apo buat dipajang be,disuruh bawak iwak cupang.
aslinyo lawan apoy,gara2 katek foto apoy yo udah jadi jayak.

Starring at Big Boss Cupang "Dahnil Dicardo":


Nyeleksi cupang mano lah ini yang bagus 


Musuh besaknyo dahnil yang ngajak belago 

JAYAK! si budak metal \m/

Payo naaa,cupang aku la siap !


Pertempuran pun dimulai ,cak nonton world cup be hahahahahahah

 Meanwhile in the battle,




Oi jayak cupang kau caknyo mati,berduka cita galo *daus ampe nangis na


Apo dio ini oooo,berisik nian !


Pening palak aku jingok bocah-bocah,mending tedok be..









Wednesday, May 2, 2012

A Man in His Life

A man doesn't have time in his life
to have time for everything.
He doesn't have seasons enough to have
a season for every purpose. Ecclesiastes
Was wrong about that.

A man needs to love and to hate at the same moment,
to laugh and cry with the same eyes,
with the same hands to throw stones and to gather them,
to make love in war and war in love.
And to hate and forgive and remember and forget,
to arrange and confuse, to eat and to digest
what history
takes years and years to do.

A man doesn't have time.
When he loses he seeks, when he finds
he forgets, when he forgets he loves, when he loves
he begins to forget.

And his soul is seasoned, his soul
is very professional.
Only his body remains forever
an amateur. It tries and it misses,
gets muddled, doesn't learn a thing,
drunk and blind in its pleasures
and its pains.

He will die as figs die in autumn,
Shriveled and full of himself and sweet,
the leaves growing dry on the ground,
the bare branches pointing to the place
where there's time for everything.

Buried Life,the -

Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet,
Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet!
I feel a nameless sadness o'er me roll.
Yes, yes, we know that we can jest,
We know, we know that we can smile!
But there's a something in this breast,
To which thy light words bring no rest,
And thy gay smiles no anodyne.
Give me thy hand, and hush awhile,
And turn those limpid eyes on mine,
And let me read there, love! thy inmost soul.

Alas! is even love too weak
To unlock the heart, and let it speak?
Are even lovers powerless to reveal
To one another what indeed they feel?
I knew the mass of men conceal'd
Their thoughts, for fear that if reveal'd
They would by other men be met
With blank indifference, or with blame reproved;
I knew they lived and moved
Trick'd in disguises, alien to the rest
Of men, and alien to themselves--and yet
The same heart beats in every human breast!

But we, my love!--doth a like spell benumb
Our hearts, our voices?--must we too be dumb?

Ah! well for us, if even we,
Even for a moment, can get free
Our heart, and have our lips unchain'd;
For that which seals them hath been deep-ordain'd!

Fate, which foresaw
How frivolous a baby man would be--
By what distractions he would be possess'd,
How he would pour himself in every strife,
And well-nigh change his own identity--
That it might keep from his capricious play
His genuine self, and force him to obey
Even in his own despite his being's law,
Bade through the deep recesses of our breast
The unregarded river of our life
Pursue with indiscernible flow its way;
And that we should not see
The buried stream, and seem to be
Eddying at large in blind uncertainty,
Though driving on with it eternally.

But often, in the world's most crowded streets,
But often, in the din of strife,
There rises an unspeakable desire
After the knowledge of our buried life;
A thirst to spend our fire and restless force
In tracking out our true, original course;
A longing to inquire
Into the mystery of this heart which beats
So wild, so deep in us--to know
Whence our lives come and where they go.
And many a man in his own breast then delves,
But deep enough, alas! none ever mines.
And we have been on many thousand lines,
And we have shown, on each, spirit and power;
But hardly have we, for one little hour,
Been on our own line, have we been ourselves--
Hardly had skill to utter one of all
The nameless feelings that course through our breast,
But they course on for ever unexpress'd.
And long we try in vain to speak and act
Our hidden self, and what we say and do
Is eloquent, is well--but 't#is not true!
And then we will no more be rack'd
With inward striving, and demand
Of all the thousand nothings of the hour
Their stupefying power;
Ah yes, and they benumb us at our call!
Yet still, from time to time, vague and forlorn,
From the soul's subterranean depth upborne
As from an infinitely distant land,
Come airs, and floating echoes, and convey
A melancholy into all our day.
Only--but this is rare--
When a belov{'e}d hand is laid in ours,
When, jaded with the rush and glare
Of the interminable hours,
Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear,
When our world-deafen'd ear
Is by the tones of a loved voice caress'd--
A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast,
And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again.
The eye sinks inward, and the heart lies plain,
And what we mean, we say, and what we would, we know.
A man becomes aware of his life's flow,
And hears its winding murmur; and he sees
The meadows where it glides, the sun, the breeze.

And there arrives a lull in the hot race
Wherein he doth for ever chase
That flying and elusive shadow, rest.
An air of coolness plays upon his face,
And an unwonted calm pervades his breast.
And then he thinks he knows
The hills where his life rose,
And the sea where it goes.

Hard is the Journey

Gold vessels of fine wines,
thousands a gallon,
Jade dishes of rare meats,
costing more thousands,

I lay my chopsticks down,
no more can banquet,
I draw my sword and stare
wildly about me:

Ice bars my way to cross
the Yellow River,
Snows from dark skies to climb
the T'ai-hang mountains!

At peace I drop a hook
into a brooklet,
At once I'm in a boat
but sailing sunward...

(Hard is the journey,
Hard is the journey,
So many turnings,
And now where am I?)

So when a breeze breaks waves,
bringing fair weather,
I set a cloud for sails,
cross the blue oceans!

Lost in the Prairie

In one of fhe States of America, some years ago,
There suddenly came on a violent storm of snow,
Which was nearly the death of a party of workmen,
Who had finished their day's work - nine or ten of them.

The distance was nearly twenty miles to their camp,
And with the thick falling snow their clothes felt damp,
As they set out for their camp, which was in a large grove,
And to reach it, manfully against the storm they strove.

The wind blew very hard, and the snow was falling fast,
Still, they plodded on, but felt a little downcast,
And the snow fell so fast they could scarcely see,
And they began to think they were lost on the wild prairie.

And they suddenly noticed marks of footsteps in the snow,
Which they found were their own tracks, as onward they did go,
Then they knew they were lost on the great prairie,
And what could they do in such a fearful extremity?

Then their hearts began to sink with woe,
In dread of having to pass the night in the snow,
And they cried, "Oh, God help us to find our way,
Or else we are lost on the lonely prairie."

And while they stood shivering with the cold,
One of the party a particular horse did behold,
Which was known by the name of Old Jack,
So to take off his bridle they were not slack.

When the horse was let free he threw up his head and tail,
Which seemed to say, "Follow ms, and ye will not fail.
So come on, boys, and follow me,
And I'll guide ye home safely."

And they cried, " Old Jack can show us the way,
So let's follow his tracks without dismay";
And with the falling snow they were chilled to the bone,
But the horse seemed to say, "I'll show ye home."

And at last they gave a shout of delight
When they saw their camp fire burning bright,
Which was to them a cheerful sight,
And they caressed Old Jack for guiding them home that night.

And they felt thankful to God for their safety,
And they danced around Old Jack with their hearts full of glee,
And Old Jack became a favourite from that day,
Because he saved them from being lost on the wild prairie.