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2nd episode of egg roll :p

Hmmm sedaaap, finally I eat one piece of it ... sambil nyantei sesudah kerja ...
Hidup tampaknya seindah egg roll yang enak ini ... slurrpp :p ...

Aku lagi ngerjain projek buat minimize fraud. Tau fraud kan? Penyalahgunaan kartu kredit. Kalo di Indo, fraud biasanya terjadi lewat online transaction lewat internet. Para carder itu membobol kartu kredit orang2 asing ... dan akibatnya, di banyak tempat transaksi online menggunakan kartu kredit Indonesia gak diterima :(

Bodonya para carder itu ... bukan bodo kali ya, lebih tepat menyebalkan. Sekali dua kali, awalnya, mungkin mereka melakukan karena iseng. Tapi lama kelamaan kecanduan. Apapun motifnya, maling tetep maling ...

Yang lebih menyedihkan lagi, banyak carder itu berasal dari Jogja, kotaku tercinta, hiks hiks. Pernah sekali dua kali sodara2 dan temen2ku yang tinggal di Jogja cerita tentang para carder ini. Mereka kebanyakan mahasiswa. Berarti gak bodo. Tapi sekali lagi, apa gunanya jadi orang pinter tapi maling? Mending kalo jadi Robinhood :p hehehe.

Kembali ke ceritaku tadi, projek yang aku lakuin juga buat minimize fraud, tapi di EDC, terminal buat gesek kartu kredit dan debit. Ya emang itu kerjaan ku sehari2 sih. Kemaren siang aku pikir dah selesai, puas, dalam seminggu dong : *sombong* Taunya baru 1 modul utama dari 4 modul yang udah aku kerjakan :p sial ... hahaha. Jadi aku sekarang berkutat lagi deh ... dan ternyata gak semudah yang aku pikir ... fiuhhh .... Yeah, that's what we paid for anyway ... hahaha.

Anyway, I am missing someone, my friend. Dah lama gak ketemu dia, ngobrol cuma sekedarnya di 'dunia maya', sekedar showing up, I am here. Hmmm, pertemuan, perpisahan. Dua hal yang wajar kali ya. Ketika jalan hidup menuntun dua orang ke tempat yang sama, keduanya jadi dekat, saling membutuhkan, saling memenuhi kebutuhan itu. Dan jalan hidup itu juga yang akan membawa masing2 ke tujuan selanjutnya, entah ke tempat yang sama, entah ke tempat yang berbeda. Ketika ternyata berbeda, maka kebutuhan nya pun berbeda. Mungkin keduanya tidak saling membutuhkan lagi. Dan lalu jadi dingin, beku ... Dan sayangnya kebekuan itu gak bisa cair kalau cuma aku yang menginginkannya, cuma aku yang mengusahakannya. It takes two, it always takes two.

Sudahlah, daripada aku gak berhenti memikirkan hal itu, dan nothing change. I think it's not my turn to make it better. Hmm, time's up. Get to work again ... :)

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