<?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-4768482778924440439</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:50:07.255+07:00</updated><category term='air soft gun'/><category term='cisitu indah 8'/><category term='magelang'/><category term='village'/><category term='difference'/><title type='text'>Bitter Sweet</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is bitter and sweet. But What is more sweet, the bitterness or the sweetness? None has spoken it!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-7496283467857855407</id><published>2008-05-25T20:13:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:07:40.344+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you still have a childhood friend that still be your best 'til you become an adult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temen dari waktu lo masih ingusan, maen beteng, karet sama bola bekel bareng (huhu keliatan banget ya gw gede di desa?), dari belom ada toked sampe udah ada toked (maap), mengikuti perkembangan orang-orang yang lo taksir, sampe pisah sekolah, kuliah dan kota tapi tetap kontak dan saling berkunjung tiap lebaran, dan masih curhat sampe skrg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, luckily and proudly, I can say that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After we're not seeing each other for about 2 years, she's actually accidentally became my companion on my last Bintan's trip.&lt;/span&gt; Anak ini unik kalo gw bilang. Pinter tapi lemot setengah mati huahahaha... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pardon me maam if you're reading this post rite now. &lt;/span&gt;Pardon me more karena aku akan membuka (sekelumit) aibmu di jagat maya ini huehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw kalo inget dia waktu kecil gak bisa gak ketawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/SDlsfZKFn2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/T0k7EMvM8cs/s1600-h/CB018682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/SDlsfZKFn2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/T0k7EMvM8cs/s320/CB018682.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204310130988261218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waktu itu kelas 4 atau 5 SD, gw dan temen gw lagi hobi sepedaan. Dengan ukuran sepeda yang jauh lebih besar dari badan kita, kita puterin tuh jalan-jalan pedesaan sekitar rumah sampe kulit pada gosong kebakar matahari. Saking senengnya ni anak maen sepeda, pernah waktu kita rame-rame lagi belajar kelompok di rumah gw, pas lagi break dia iseng ngambil sepeda gw dan mulailah mengayuh. Udah gw bilang ati-ati, lo gak biasa bawa sepeda itu. Ati-ati karena jalanan menuju rumah gw itu tanjakan naik turun najis yang cukup terjal buat yang gak biasa apalagi anak kecil kaya kita. Dia keukeuh teh, dengan pedenya bilang bentar doang kok, tenang aja gw gak jauh-jauh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 menit berlalu.... 10 menit... kok belum balik ya... setengah jam... keasyikan kali ni anak...&lt;br /&gt;45 menit kemudian dateng Pak Diyono tetangga gw.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. ada yang gak beres nih. Kecurigaan gw karena dua alasan, pertama, si Pak Diyono ini rumahnya persis di pinggir tanjakan terjal itu. Yang kedua, dia bawa sepeda gw yang udah bengkok tak beraturan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mbak... temennya jatoh ke selokan depan rumah saya..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hppppffffff..... udah mo nyembur aja ketawa kita. Harusnya sih cemas ya, tapi ya beginilah kalo punya teman yang kurang ajar dan tidak berbakti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ya ampun.. trus sepedanya gak apa-apa pak?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Gak apa-apa mbak, bengkok dikit, bisa dibenerin kok"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh tunggu... lho kok... kayanya gw melupakan sesuatu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oiya, temen saya gimana pak? kok bisa jatoh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Iya tadi itu saya lagi di teras, nha temen mbak itu tiba-tiba mblandang (jawa: meluncur dengan kecepatan cepat dan tak terkendali) dari atas turun ke bawah. Kayaknya sama dia di rem e lha malah kejungkel masuk ke got saya. Tapi cuma memar dikit kok. Lha itu sekarang dia lagi diobati istri saya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Huwakakakakakakaka......&lt;br /&gt;Sayang gw gak ada disana.&lt;br /&gt;Gak lama kemudian datenglah si temen gw ini dituntun Bu Diyono sambil tertatih-tatih dengan muka malu. Hihihihihi.&lt;br /&gt;Yah.. sepeda gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Terus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu kelas 3 SMP, gw dan 3 temen lain yang rumahnya deketan sering pulang naek angkot bareng. Satu orang turun duluan. Kita yang tinggal ribut melambaikan tangan dan bilang 'daaaag...'. Giliran berikutnya adalah temen gw itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Begitu dia turun dari angkot tiba-tiba... dia &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;menghilang&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benar-benar menghilang ditelan bumi sodara-sodara. Bingung dong kita, kemana dia, orang supir angkotnya aja sampe bengong. Yang ada hanya tas slempang coklat milik dia tergeletak di atas buffer aspal di pinggir jalan. Orang-orang di angkot udah panik aja kan... Apalagi supir angkot, kalo tau-tau ni anak ngilang tanpa bayar kan repot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gak lama kemudian muncullah satu tangan menyentuh buffer...&lt;br /&gt;Diikuti tangan berikutnya...&lt;br /&gt;Hingga akhirnya muncullah badan dia seutuhnya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tadaaaa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rupanya pas turun dari angkot, dia mo sok lincah gitu, trus lompat dan gak tau kalo tuh angkot posisinya udah mepet banget sama selokan yang dalemnya hampir semeter.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin kalo di film-film dia harusnya udah mengangkat kedua tangannya, tersenyum dan dengan heroik berteriak "I'm OK..!" dan semua orang bertepuk tangan.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, doi nongol dengan muka meringis nahan sakit dan merah padam kaya udang rebus membuat semua orang di angkot ketawa ngakak gak berhenti-berhenti. Hihihihihihi...&lt;br /&gt;Heran, ada apa ya dengan dia dan selokan??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Believe it or not, although 10 years had passed and although the other witness of this silly accident has married and has kid, it's still our favorite topic to reminice of our childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tingkatkan ke-silly-an mu nak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let us have another stories to share when we grow old :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/SDlpBZKFnzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5Ec_VUgHoWc/s1600-h/1_110506553l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/SDlpBZKFnzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5Ec_VUgHoWc/s400/1_110506553l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204306317057302322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-7496283467857855407?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/7496283467857855407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=7496283467857855407&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/7496283467857855407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/7496283467857855407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2008/05/childhood-memories.html' title='Childhood Memories'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/SDlsfZKFn2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/T0k7EMvM8cs/s72-c/CB018682.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-4196576216444767049</id><published>2008-05-19T12:14:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:50:46.086+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinatory</title><content type='html'>Huff...&lt;br /&gt;Males banget hari ini.&lt;br /&gt;Males ngadepin realita. Realita deadline tentu saja.&lt;br /&gt;Today, May 19, I'm laying lazily on my black leather beanbag watching other people's "busy" status on their YM and Skype. While other people scream &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I hate Monday!"&lt;/span&gt; I'm doing what other's wish for... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;extend weekend and doing nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you know what... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;it doesn't really work either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liburan Waisak yang seharusnya jatuh pada hari Selasa di Indonesia, di kantor gw di &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;switch&lt;/span&gt; ke hari Senin tgl.19 ini. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kenapa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya kita yang minta, karena kita pikir lebih enak long weekend daripada hari kejepit, jadi kita bisa lebih puas liburannya. Tentu saja.&lt;br /&gt;Lagipula kantor Singapore merayakan Waisak pada hari ini. Bukan besok. Kalo kita hari ini tetep masuk, kita mo asistensi design sama siapa??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukannya nyantei dan menikmati liburan, gw malah deg-degan karena kerjaan belom kelar. Inget kalimat terakhir si bos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Anida, for the LKI project, can you finish the refinements on Tuesday so we can discuss it and set a proper date for presentation?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said that on Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"hmm.. sure.... &lt;/span&gt;(dengan kalimat diperlambat)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, but you do remember that Monday is a holiday right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Of course I remember"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Huuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For heaven sake, of course I haven't finished that one.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah nonton film, chatting, browsing, blogwalking dan serangkaian aktivitas gak penting lain, gw menemukan postingan blog gw yang dulu2.&lt;br /&gt;Lyric lagu &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jamie Cullum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini lagu emang gak ada matinye. Dari judulnya aja udah bikin gw jatuh cinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                "Why Do Today What You Can Do Tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lagu yang inspiratif.&lt;br /&gt;Sangat memberikan pencerahan hidup.&lt;br /&gt;Sensasional.&lt;br /&gt;Memberikan harapan untuk hari esok&lt;br /&gt;Huehehehe... bilang aja &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;males&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KTG94_Emd3k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KTG94_Emd3k&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-4196576216444767049?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/4196576216444767049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=4196576216444767049&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/4196576216444767049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/4196576216444767049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2008/05/procrastinatory.html' title='Procrastinatory'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-6103163530728345341</id><published>2008-05-12T22:14:00.012+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:07:40.756+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backpacker wannabe: Kepulauan Riau</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceritanya, karena 2th itu masih lama ya bo buat gw sampe akhirnya bisa backpacking ke eropa... Akhirnya gw memutuskan untuk backpacking ke Indonesia dulu. Target gw pokoknya minimal 1-2 bulan sekali gw harus pergi ke tempat yang belum pernah gw datengin sebelumnya. Itung-itung latihan manggul backpack sekaligus menyukseskan gerakan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visit Indonesia Year 2008&lt;/span&gt; hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Kata "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;backpacking&lt;/span&gt;" itu gw terjemahkan dalam dua arti: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;iterally carrying only backpack with our body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;sama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;travelling dengan budget seminim mungkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan gw gak main-main dengan kata "seminim mungkin". Setelah mencari dan memilah keberadaan temen2 gw dari phonebook dan fs friends list, terpilihlah Pulau Batam dan Pulau Bintan sebagai sasaran gw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/SChmEbtiL8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/5xGwIYK31AY/s1600-h/Riau+Map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/SChmEbtiL8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/5xGwIYK31AY/s320/Riau+Map.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199517996143488962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kenapa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Bintan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertama karena namanya masih lumayan asing di telinga orang2 yang hidup di pulau Jawa. Hehe alesan yang agak udik memang. Banyak yang gak tau Bintan itu ada dimana. Kayanya pulau itu ditempat antah berantah gitu. Eksotis. Mengundang pertanyaan. Kalo gw bilang gw mo liburan ke Bali, orang paling cuma bilang '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oooh Bali, ah udah biasa&lt;/span&gt;'. Kalo yang ini kan kesannya petualang banget. Hehe yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tapi ada juga sih temen gw yang pas gw kabarin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"Bu, minggu depan gw mo liburan ke Bintan loooh... cihuuuy!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Temen gw dengan lempeng-nya bilang:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"Ngapain cihuy-cihuy, bukannya deket sama tempat lo kerja skrg...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...(bingung)... Fit, bukannya lo dari Pekan Baru ya, Bintan itu kan di Kepulauan Riau??!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"...oooh ya ampuun... gw pikir Banten!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yah begitulah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain itu gw denger di Bintan itu pantainya bagus banget, masih putih dan jernih, surga snorkeling and diving juga, makanya banyak dikelola sama resort asing. Belum lagi sea food nya yang fresh &amp;amp; yummmmmy dan bisa disantap di tepi sungai bakau. Ehhmm satu lagi.... faktor daya tarik Bintan yg lebih besar tepatnya karena di Kota Tanjung Pinang (ibukota Kep.Riau) ada 3 mantan temen kost gw yang orang asli sana. Jadi, sudah bisa dipastikan bebas biaya makan, penginapan, transportasi dan curhat colongan hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Kan backpacker.... cuma modal tiket Air Asia PP doang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kenapa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Batam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bukannya di Batam cuma ada mall doang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat gw Batam memang cukup membosankan. Gersang. Isinya kalo gak perumahan, ruko, ya mall. Tapi.... karena temen gw punya pacar disana yang katanya juga menjamin transportasi dan akomodasi, tempat ini jadi naik harkat dan martabatnya di mata gw hehe. Dan... Harga tiket pesawat ke Bandara Hang Nadim Batam lebih murah daripada ke Bandara di Kijang, Bintan hehe.... Lagi-lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Kepri really is beautiful. Secara gw anak gunung yang dibesarkan oleh G. Merapi, G.Sumbing, G. Sindoro dan gunung-gunung Jateng lainnya, jadilah selama di kapal fery dari pelabuhan Telaga Punggur, Batam ke Tanjung Pinang gw dibuat bengong ngeliat pulau-pulau kecil nan cantik dengan pasir putih dan pohon bakaunya. Pulau dimana-mana. Malah ada pulau yang kecil banget yang satu puteran paling juga gak sampe 5 menit. Gw paling suka liat jalinan kayu di dermaga sederhana yang ada di rumah-rumah nelayan itu. Sooo traditional. Sooo vernacular. Sooo Pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/SChnKLtiL-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/J5BzG-4fSys/s1600-h/Bintan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/SChnKLtiL-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/J5BzG-4fSys/s400/Bintan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199519194439364578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kehidupan masyarakat Tanjung Pinang pun mengingatkan gw dengan kehidupan orang-orang Malaysia terutama yg tinggal di pesisir seperi Johor. Bahkan beberapa kawasan di KL pun masih mirip. Lots of open spaces. Rata-rata kedai makan meletakkan mejanya di halaman depan yang terbuka. Kalau kita pergi ke &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Akau&lt;/span&gt; (pusat jajanan tradisional orang-orang chinese disana), kita bisa pesen &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;otak-otak&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;es sekoteng jagung&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jus jagung&lt;/span&gt; (??!), &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gorengan&lt;/span&gt; dan hidangan lain sambil menikmati udara luar. Hmm... nikmat.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah gw tanya2, rata-rata orang sana juga lebih merasa dekat dan bersodara dengan Malaysia dibandingkan dengan orang Indonesia sendiri. Yaiyalah, ke Jkt PP hampir sejuta sndiri. Ke Malaysia PP paling cuma abis 150ribu. Kalo ditanya-tanya sama imigrasi mereka paling cuma jawab "....nak check-up hospital" udah. Beres. Miris juga ya... ati-ati aja ilang lagi satu propinsi kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so far it's been a very great experience travel around with low budget. Makasih banget buat temen-temen yang udah bayarin hotel di Batam, jasa antar jemput, makan siang, makan malam, aneka seafood yg luar biasa lezattnya, nemenin gw snorkeling sampe gosong, berbaik hati mau share Kayak dan Jetski-nya hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Bisa gak ya ke Eropa modal tiket pesawat PP doang huehehehe. Sluuuuurp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo ada yang mo ngajakin backpacking lagi... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hayu atuh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-6103163530728345341?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/6103163530728345341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=6103163530728345341&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/6103163530728345341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/6103163530728345341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2008/05/backpacker-wannabe-kepulauan-riau.html' title='Backpacker wannabe: Kepulauan Riau'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/SChmEbtiL8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/5xGwIYK31AY/s72-c/Riau+Map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-5838746624917720444</id><published>2008-05-11T00:37:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:07:40.894+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have A Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't you ever wonder what's it like out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I mean &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'out there'&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about the place outside our house and our work. The place outside our city. Our island. Even our country.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever wonder.... &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Is it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;summer is it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;spring. Is it bamboo is it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;maple tree. Is it caldera is it reef. Is it techno is it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;vintage. Is it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tranquil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is it rush. Is it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pu-Erh tea is it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cosmopolitan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. We have a whole world out there waiting to be explored!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jujur, alam bawah sadar gw baru tergugah sejak si Q akhirnya sekolah ke Belanda. Sebelum dia pergi we used to talk about a book called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRAVELLER'S TALE - BELOK KANAN BARCELONA&lt;/span&gt; (btw, you should read this book, it's hilariously fantastic!) dan cuma berangan-angan kapan ya kita bisa backpacking bareng ke luar negeri. Gak berapa lama setelah menginjakkan kaki di sana, dia ngirim komen di fs gw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ronny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03/13/2008 3:54 am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..travellers tale kita harus diwujudkan... dari sini cuma 50menit ke paris, 50menit ke london, 30menit ke mappen(jerman)...&lt;br /&gt;so, we'll make our own story....heheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seketika itu juga gw sadar akan dua hal. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertama,&lt;/span&gt; ternyata mimpi itu gak hanya sebuah pemikiran menyenangkan yang numpang lewat di otak kita semata. Mimpi itu adalah suatu hal yang benar-benar bisa kita wujudkan, as long as you have it. Q being there is like a stepping stone to my dream and it's waiting right infront of me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kedua,&lt;/span&gt; dengan berpetualang ke tempat yg belum pernah kita kunjungi sebelumnya kita akan bisa ngeliat bahwa the place we live in now is just a dot in a universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingatan gw balik ke jaman SD dulu. Waktu sekitar kelas 3 SD gitu buku bacaan favorit gw adalah buku bergambar dengan judul &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HEIDI.&lt;/span&gt; It's a classic story actually. Kisah ttg seorang anak yatim piatu yg dibesarkan oleh pamannya di sebuah cottage sederhana di pegunungan Alpen. Deskripsi Alpen di buku itu bener2 gak bisa gw lepas dari ingatan gw. Bukit hijau dengan hamparan bunga warna-warni, pohon cemara dimana-mana, dengan background pegunungan Alpen yang berselimut salju. Dari kamar Heidi di loteng kalau malam bisa keliatan bintang-bintang yg besinar terang. Persis kaya setting film &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE SOUND OF MUSIC&lt;/span&gt;. It's so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Gw inget banget gw sempet bilang ke temen gw (lupa namanya), kalo gw bakal ke Alpen suatu saat nanti. Temen gw cuma ketawa ngejek. Ya iyalah anak kecil umur 9 tahun, di kota Magelang pula, ngayal pengen ke suatu tempat yg pada saat itu pun gw gak tau ada di negara mana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/SCXhUwrUq6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/XaSoGSh5mJk/s1600-h/n123928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/SCXhUwrUq6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/XaSoGSh5mJk/s320/n123928.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198809091649350562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now.&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it can actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be done&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I don't earn much for a living. Gaji konsultan design tuh keciiiilllll bgt. Apa kabar dengan duit 30-40juta buat backpacking ke eropa selama 2-3minggu?? hehe...&lt;br /&gt;But for me, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;money is just a tool.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The most important thing is we have a dream to pursuit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It makes our life more passionate because we have another important reason to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Dengan niat mengunjungi si Q di Belanda (at least bebas biaya penginapan dan irit biaya makan, hehe keliatan kan kalo kere), gw jadi semangat untuk berangkat ke kantor tiap pagi. Berharap dengan kerja yang rajin bisa ngumpulin duit banyak hehehe. Naive, tapi bodo amat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it.&lt;br /&gt;Berbekal ajaran THE SECRET, sudah ditetapkan bahwa :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 tahun lagi aku akan backpacking ke eropa, start from the Netherland!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Even though I don't know how to get there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-5838746624917720444?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/5838746624917720444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=5838746624917720444&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/5838746624917720444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/5838746624917720444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-dream.html' title='I Have A Dream'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/SCXhUwrUq6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/XaSoGSh5mJk/s72-c/n123928.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-1114807430416586084</id><published>2008-04-24T23:06:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:39:55.784+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>Setelah memalui proses yang cukup panjang dan melelahkan...&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya gw memutuskan untuk ngelanjutin blog gw lagi. And it always feels good for me to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Hey baby, I'm back..!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 8 months I was trying to figure out what I want in life. Gila ya, ternyata definisi kehidupan itu banyak banget. Cinta, teman, karir, keluarga, bahkan keuangan. I admit that a lot of things happened to me that time. Satu persatu kejadian dirangkai dan dibawa kehadapan gw untuk membuat gw berpikir lebih dalam lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (September '07)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If I admited that I was a fulltime lover,&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not that sure rite now...&lt;br /&gt;Setelah 8 bln ini, quote yg mengatakan "love is blind" (pepatah yg sering menginspirasi postingan blog gw dulu..) kayanya udah gak relevan lagi di otak gw. Gw lebih percaya kalau "love is all about mind trick". It is not something you can't explain, but it is more of something you can compromise. Something you need to work on, based on respect.&lt;br /&gt;What I had ("had" apa masih "have" ya hehe...) for him is not love. It's&lt;strong&gt; passion.&lt;/strong&gt; Hiks. Sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORK&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(November '07)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Modal gw cari kerja sebenarnya cukup simple:&lt;br /&gt;Broken heart. Get out of this town immediately. And voila, setelah 6bln kerja di architectural research, 3bln di konsultan arsitek, dan 1.5thn di konsultan grafis akhirnya gw mendapatkan bidang kerja yg cocok dg karakter dan keinginan gw. And it's definitely out of Bandung. So it's good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FINANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; (February '08)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gara-gara nonton acaranya Aidil Akbar si Wealth Planer di O'Channel tiap Rabu jam 9 malam (nonton deh), gw jadi tau ttg &lt;em&gt;healthy cashflow&lt;/em&gt; dan investasi! Sebelumnya mana kepikir gw buat ngatur duit bulanan dan nyisihin uang buat reksadana atau logam mulia? Mending kaya cewe laen, buat makan, shopping atau jalan-jalan. Aahhhhh... Mas Aidil Akbar memang luar biasa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FRIEND(S)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; (March '08)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gw cukup shock waktu mendapati diri gw gak se-shock itu waktu si Q (akhirnya) berangkat ke Belanda. He's a really really dearest friend of mine, no question. Gw adalah orang yg cukup tegar dalam banyak hal, tapi gw paling rapuh kalo ada orang yg deket dengan gw pergi jauh. Apalagi ini Q. Orang pertama yg tau tentang segala sesuatu yg terjadi dalam kehidupan gw. Tapi gw gak terlalu merasa kehilangan. Karena gw sadar, temen beda dengan pacar atau gebetan. They will still be there for you anytime you need them. No matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eh, gw baru nyadar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emang penting ya bo gw cerita ini semua hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Bodo. Salah sendiri nyuruh gw nerusin bikin blog lagi huahahahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-1114807430416586084?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/1114807430416586084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=1114807430416586084&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/1114807430416586084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/1114807430416586084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2008/04/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-9029204863151369070</id><published>2007-09-25T18:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:07:41.386+07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Inconvenient Truth</title><content type='html'>Di tengah pekerjaan yang cukup bertumpuk terdapat satu klien, yang minta dibuatin konsep desain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;company calendar &lt;/span&gt;untuk tahun 2008. Hmmmmpf... Bosen. Bukan kenapa-kenapa, bulan ini gw udh desain tiga kalender untuk tahun 2008. Buat bank semua lagi. Bingung bikin konsep apa lagi ya... Setelah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brainstorming &lt;/span&gt;singkat dg si bos, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we decided to go with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Global Warming&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jujur, seperti orang Indonesia pada umumnya yang kurang peduli dengan tema itu, awalnya buat gw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;global warming&lt;/span&gt; hanya sebatas pada suatu topik yang ramai diperbincangkan orang (luar negeri pada umumnya). Tarohlah kaya berita waktu perang Irak. Ya gw tau sih mereka pada perang, dan ya gw kasian jg sm sodara2 kita yg jd korban, tp selama si George Bush itu gak berubah pikiran dan kemudian menyerang Indonesia gw gak peduli-peduli amat. Sama dg &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;global warming&lt;/span&gt;. Secara teori sih gw udah tau dari jaman SMP-SMA, dampak dari efek rumah kaca kan? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah I know that our world is threatened by it&lt;/span&gt;, tp apa gunanya ada para aktivis Greenpeace itu hehehe... parah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesadaran gw mulai tergugah waktu gw ngambil kelas IELTS yang diajar oleh Christina, seorang wanita aussie yg sangat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;concern&lt;/span&gt; dg Global Warming. Dia tau banget betapa rendahnya kepedulian orang Indonesia akan hal ini. Makanya sebisa mungkin saat l&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;istening, reading&lt;/span&gt; maupun &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; dia selalu mencekoki kami dengan berita, artikel dan film ttg Global Warming. Puncaknya adalah waktu kami nonton &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An Inconvenient Truth&lt;/span&gt;, Al Gore's movie&lt;/span&gt;. Awalnya sih gw cm berusaha ngelatih listening aja karena &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ofcourse the subtitle is off&lt;/span&gt; dan speaker di kelas suaranya kaya kentut. Ternyata... oohhh... aku terpana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Bener-bener serem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo kita mungkin pernah berandai-andai nanti kita&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; grow old&lt;/span&gt; dimana, punya anak berapa, anak kita bakal jadi apa. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now the question is, how do you know that our children will still have their future?&lt;/span&gt; Kecuali kalau mereka berprofesi sebagai perenang professional ya, karena diprediksikan dalam beberapa puluh tahun lagi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the north and south pole will melt even more than they already have and it will absolutely sink the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why are they melting?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone ask&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It must be because of someone else's fault&lt;/span&gt; kan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooough iya, bener banget bukan salah kita...&lt;br /&gt;Kita kan cuma pake listrik lebih dari biasanya aja. TV, komputer dan lampu nyala terus (rugi dong udah bayar kost mahal-mahal, internet 24jam pula). Tinggal di Bandung tp masih keukeuh pake AC (tajir). Air dibiarin mengalir berlebihan (kalo gw biasanya buat nutupin suara-suara aneh waktu boker). Sampah-sampah yang gak pernah di &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;recycle&lt;/span&gt;. Motor dan mobil berpolusi yang masih setia nganter kita kemana-mana (kan motor kenangan, sayang kalo dibuang).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See, it's nothing&lt;/span&gt; lah. Lagian kita belom kena imbasnya kok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/Rvj5qyymwOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sFY2We8U77o/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/Rvj5qyymwOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sFY2We8U77o/s320/untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114111890463047906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hueeehh... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Belom kena imbasnya gimana?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuaca panas-dingin kering-hujan, tiba-tiba Bandung ada angin tornado (apa pula???), trus banyak kecelakaan pesawat karena sebab gak jelas gini kok dibilang kita belom kena efek Global Warming. Kalo kita yg berada di dalem pesawat itu baru kerasa kali ye. Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*speachless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As individuals we can all do our share regarding the environment. There are many things that we can adopt in our daily lives that can make a difference. Just begin with some simple things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACT NOW, BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE.&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT WAIT FOR MIRACLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-9029204863151369070?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/9029204863151369070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=9029204863151369070&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/9029204863151369070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/9029204863151369070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/09/inconvenient-truth.html' title='An Inconvenient Truth'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/Rvj5qyymwOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sFY2We8U77o/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-6602684557609139051</id><published>2007-09-25T00:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:07:41.601+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaydar...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/Rvf6FCymwNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/N8gYrG_rRqU/s1600-h/42-15202495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/Rvf6FCymwNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/N8gYrG_rRqU/s200/42-15202495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113830866457903314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belom pernah ada yang ngangkat tema ini kan di blognya...&lt;br /&gt;Huehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun fenomena ini mungkin masih kurang familier di kehidupan nyata kita sehari-hari, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but did you ever catch yourself thinking that your friend, or a random guy you pass on the street is gay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya tiap gw ke Olala Dago yg katanya emang tempat nongkrongnya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gays&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lesbians&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't help but noticed every single group hanging out there&lt;/span&gt;. Gw perhatiin cara berpakaiannya, cara bicaranya, sampai cara mereka menyentuh lawan bicara mereka saat mereka berbicara. Bukan bermaksud &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;offense&lt;/span&gt; atau mendiskreditkan komunitas itu, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just want to practice my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'gaydar'&lt;/span&gt;. Tau gaydar kan? Gaydar atau &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gay radar&lt;/span&gt; adalah insting alamiah kita yang membantu kita ngasih tau&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; whether a guy is straight or gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tell me&lt;/span&gt;, kalo lo sendiri, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how can you tell that someone's gay&lt;/span&gt;? Apa yang menyebabkan pertanyaan itu muncul dikepala lo? Apakah karena dia punya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girly appearance and manners?&lt;/span&gt; Kibasan tangan a la mbak2 (atau mas2?) salon? Atau banyaknya penggunaan kata-kata dalam kamus gaul Debby Sahertian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susah juga lho, soalnya kadang-kadang cowo2 yg girlish juga heterosexual. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember having a friend, who was best friend of girls, behaving like a little girl, loves shopping and adore branded item but he was not gay at all&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well at least back then he wasn't gay&lt;/span&gt;, gak tau sekarang hahahaha). Tapi fakta bahwa kelakuannya yang seperti itu membuat cowo-cowo jd jaga jarak karena takut akan terjadi sesuatu yang diinginkan hehe... Padahal karakter asli temen gw itu sangat menyenangkan. Sayang aja udah ke-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;judge&lt;/span&gt; duluan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beda sama cowo yang ketakutan, gw sebagai cewe justru seneng loh punya temen gay. Pernah denger istilah &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"gay is a girl's best friend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kan?&lt;br /&gt;Gw punya beberapa temen gay (walaupun gak semuanya ngaku). Gw nyaman berteman dengan mereka mungkin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mostly becoz he can expresses his feelings freely like most of us girls do&lt;/span&gt;, gak jaim dan sok cool jaga ekspresi kaya cowo; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vulnerable and sensitive&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always listen while we're talking but still has men's logic and rationality&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Know lots of girly stuffs more than we do&lt;/span&gt; (temen yg asik buat creambath bareng); Rame; Meriah; Suka mijetin kalo kita lg capek; Dan yang paling penting, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;he's our safe zone!&lt;/span&gt; kita bisa punya hubungan sedekat apapun tanpa ada rasa takut dia bakal suka sama kita, yang mungkin bisa menghancurkan hubungan persahabatan yang ada. suatu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;common problem&lt;/span&gt; yang sering kita temukan pada &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;typical man and woman relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmmm, see..., it's not that bad having gay guy in our community right? Aterall they're still humanbeing just like we do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;udge your self before you judge them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-6602684557609139051?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/6602684557609139051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=6602684557609139051&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/6602684557609139051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/6602684557609139051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/09/gaydar.html' title='Gaydar...!'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/Rvf6FCymwNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/N8gYrG_rRqU/s72-c/42-15202495.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-1673711487203079414</id><published>2007-09-15T09:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T09:59:13.288+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari kedua puasa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You currently appear offline to gopar matthew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;gopar matthew: nid kemaren si agung ym aku dia nanyain kabar kamu nid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;gopar matthew: aku bilang aja udah jadian ama h*****wan..wakakaka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anida dyah: huahahaha dasar&lt;br /&gt;anida dyah: ngapain dia nanya2 segala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;gopar matthew: yeee meneketehe tanya dia aja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anida dyah: hiiiii emohhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;gopar matthew: masih tengil aja kelakuannya nid, sombong dia tentang istrinya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anida dyah: halah&lt;br /&gt;anida dyah: udah ah mas males ngomonginnya, what went in the past stayed in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;gopar matthew: nid aku mau nanya, kok kamu mau ya ama agung dulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anida dyah: gak tau mas&lt;br /&gt;anida dyah: kayanya waktu itu aku lagi katarak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;gopar matthew: heuheuheu mungkin gara-gara anak-anak kali ya yg ngejodohin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anida dyah: kayanya ya mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;gopar matthew: wakakaka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;gopar matthew: emang anak-anak tuh tengil semua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;gopar matthew: padahal dulu kalo milih mas X (sensor namanya.red) ngga kaya gini nih storynya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anida dyah: iyo gak kaya gini, it would be another different crappy story&lt;br /&gt;g&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;opar matthew: Si agung itu parah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;opar matthew: motto hidupnya aja daripada minder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anida dyah: mending muji diri sendiri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;gopar matthew: kemaren gw tanyain ama dia gung elu ngga mau selingkuh lagi mumpung masih muda dan ganteng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anida dyah: huahahahaha... trus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;gopar matthew: tumben dia bilang engga mau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anida dyah: ah, dia kan egonya tinggi banget didepan temen2nya mas&lt;br /&gt;anida dyah: selalu pengen terlihat lebih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;gopar matthew: wah perasaan aku agung orangnya ngga gitu deh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;gopar matthew: anaknya baik dan sopan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anida dyah: yeah right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;gopar matthew: hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anida dyah: kalo mas sendiri skrg ngeliat m.agung gmn?&lt;br /&gt;anida dyah: not change much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;gopar matthew: agung ganteng bgt dah...idola ibu ibu muda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anida dyah: heeeeh seriuuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;gopar matthew: ya engga lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;gopar matthew: kamu mikir dong nduk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;gopar matthew: untung kamu gak jadi sm dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;gopar matthew: Astaghfirullah, kok jadi gunjing gini ya di bulan puasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;gopar matthew: 4 jam lagi euy'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;gopar matthew: laparnya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anida dyah: alhamdulillah aku lg dapet mas&lt;br /&gt;anida dyah: hehehe&lt;br /&gt;anida dyah: ini abis makan lotek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;gopar matthew: kaga puasa bangga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;gopar matthew: heuehueh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anida dyah: eeeeeeeerrrgh *sendawa*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;gopar matthew: iblisssssssssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan itu adalah pembicaraan di hari kedua bulan suci ramadhan saudara-saudara. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hari kedua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terlihat kan betapa masih tipisnya niat untuk mendapatkan pahala di bulan puasa kali ini hehehehe. Tapi ya mo gimana lagi. Sambil terduduk lemas di depan meja komputer... mo kerja males, ngemil gak mungkin, browsing sambil liat bokep jelas berdosa. Yg paling netral dan terlihat tidak berbahaya ya chatting.&lt;br /&gt;Ringan, menyenangkan, dari gak tau jadi tau, dari laper dan lemes jd semangat lagi. Tau-tau dosa udah numpuk aja.&lt;br /&gt;Well... what can we do. Namanya juga orang indonesia. Gak bisa kalo gak ngomongin orang. Apalagi ada &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YM... where gossip can be fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-1673711487203079414?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/1673711487203079414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=1673711487203079414&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/1673711487203079414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/1673711487203079414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/09/hari-kedua-puasa.html' title='Hari kedua puasa...'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-2031618558969858056</id><published>2007-09-04T23:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:57:50.692+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Down...</title><content type='html'>God,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I wanna rip his cold-frozen mask off&lt;br /&gt;which covers his warm heart and personality.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the good in him.&lt;br /&gt;I have my trust on him.&lt;br /&gt;And now I really miss him.&lt;br /&gt;I miss him...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-2031618558969858056?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/2031618558969858056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=2031618558969858056&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/2031618558969858056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/2031618558969858056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/09/deep-down.html' title='Deep Down...'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-5254603671548525994</id><published>2007-08-26T02:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T02:59:22.587+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucked up... again.</title><content type='html'>2.24 dini hari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mata dan pikiran gw capek. Udah beberapa hari terakhir ini kerjaan gw cuma baca jurnal &amp; thesis orang-orang dari berbagai university. Browsing sekolah. Cari scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;Terdengar keren ya. Kesannya akademis. Edukatif. Kaya yang niat banget cari sekolah di luar negeri. Pasti orangnya idealis dan ambisius. Tau apa yang dia mau. Padahal gak sama sekali tuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini adalah salah satu dari sekian banyak usaha pencarian wujud masa depan gw. Gw gak bisa berhenti mencari karena gw adalah bajing loncat yang get easily distracted to something seems more interesting. Something I thought I am capable of. Jadinya terlihat multitalented, serba bisa, padahal ya gak juga... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kenapa ya rumput tetangga selalu terlihat lebih hijau?&lt;/span&gt; Benci deh. Otak gw capek, pindah-pindah mulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari arsitek nyoba nyebur ke research trus beralih ke biro arsitek dan interior, gak betah jadi arsitek pindah ke graphic design, ngerasa gak mampu survive di lahan orang sempet hampir kepleset jadi account executive di biro interior dan bersyukur gak jadi karena gw nyadar kalo gw paling gak suka ketemu client. Berbekal slogan Jamie Cullum bahwa &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love ain't the answer nor is work'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so now I decide to try my ability and luck in scholarship for master program. Dan masalah gak berhenti sampai situ aja. Awalnya gw mo ambil coursework tp gak mau arsitek, jd bergerilya lah gw di fine art, graphic design even interior design. Tp masih kurang pas, sampe suatu hari temen gw ngingetin kalo gw melupakan satu hal yg nampaknya lebih cocok sm karakter dan interest gw. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Architectural research on cultural and historical studies&lt;/span&gt;. Ooooh saat itu gw bagaikan menemukan cinta yang hilang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But now the question is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How long can I survive on this one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumpah gw takut, jangan-jangan cm bertahan dua minggu doang trus nyerah lagi dan ganti tema kehidupan baru?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kenapa sih gw gak bisa pilih satu yg gw nyaman dan yakin bisa, just focused and stay still?!&lt;br /&gt;Sssshhhh...!!! Just stay still. It's my future we're talkin' here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kenapa gw harus mencari apa yang gw suka, bukannya menyukai apa yang gw punya?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kenapa pemikiran gw harus serumit itu?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kenapa gw gak kaya temen-temen gw yg lain yang hidup tenang, gak neko-neko, pick a guy they or their family comfortable with and just get married in a quite young age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kenapa hati gw gak akan bisa tenang sebelum I achieve something I can proud of?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How can I achieve such thing if I don't have enough passion and loyalty?!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which one should I choose :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Knows everything about nothing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Knows nothing about everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-5254603671548525994?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/5254603671548525994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=5254603671548525994&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/5254603671548525994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/5254603671548525994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/08/fucked-up-again.html' title='Fucked up... again.'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-3424485972259703101</id><published>2007-08-16T23:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:07:41.971+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RsR8CbV0nYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dQEtBqHYs1w/s1600-h/CB018553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RsR8CbV0nYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dQEtBqHYs1w/s320/CB018553.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099337059231112578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekali lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merdeka! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merdeka berarti... Libur nasional. Gak ngantor. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bisa bangun siang!!!&lt;/span&gt; (suatu kemewahan buat pegawai kantoran kaya gw yg harus bangun pagi dan musti ngantri kamar mandi huhuhuhu...). Apalagi ya. Udah, cuma itu aja kayanya yang paling berkesan. Gak tau kemana perginya rasa nasionalisme gw yg dulu repot-repot dipupuk di bangku sekolah. Waktu pulang ke rumah dan diajak jalan santai plus lomba 17an aja dengan santainya gw kunci pintu kamar dan tertidur pulas sampe siang. Dan cuma nyengir waktu denger nyokap cerita tentang kekalahannya di lomba masukin belut ke dlm botol. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanggal merah ya libur&lt;/span&gt;. Just pick any moment and it doesn't make any difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merdeka! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa hari sebelum hari kemerdekaan ini gw dapet kabar mengejutkan bahwa :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Mantan gw sabtu besok ini nikah!! Sama selingkuhannya dulu&lt;/span&gt; (kayanya)...&lt;br /&gt;Just a little preview and a little flashback,&lt;br /&gt;Dulu awalnya dia nembak gw dengan ajakan untuk serius ke arah pelaminan. Nah, setelah pacaran 2 tahun ditambah long distance selama 6 bln, out of nowhere tiba2 mantan gw ngaku kalo dia udh pacaran 2bln sm cewe laen di jkt dan dia baru nyadar kalo ternyata dia belom siap untuk pacaran serius. Tapi dengan raut muka sungguh-sungguh dia bilang kalo gw adalah wanita yg sangat ideal untuk jd istri dan ibu buat anak-anaknya. Nah truss dengan baiknya dia mengajukan tawaran ke gw, gimana kalo buat sementara ini dia puas-puasin dulu gairah mudanya, ntar kalo dia udah siap dia bakalan jadi sama gw lagi.... So sweet kaaaan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Huahahahahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukannya marah atau nangis, refleks ketawa gw nyembur waktu itu. Rasa kesel dan sakit gw ilang seketika. Hihiihihi pasti waktu itu dia lg ngerasa jd cowo paling ganteng sedunia. Gw jd geli sendiri, kok bisa ya gw bego lama banget. Kemana otak gw selama 2,5 taun itu. Dengan senyum masih menghias bibir, spontan gw bilang, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... ya ampun mas, mas tuh gak pantes banget dapetin aku!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan meninggalkan dia dengan muka bengong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah gw bilang itu gw merasakan &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kemerdekaan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yg tiada tara. Gw gak butuh tau ttg apa, siapa, dan bagaimana. Bukan urusan gw. Yag penting gw merdeka. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merdeka&lt;/span&gt; karena puzzle ruwet yg banyak menghiasi hubungan kita dulu akhirnya terurai juga. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merdeka&lt;/span&gt; karena gw terbebas dari banyak sifat dia yang sangat menyebalkan. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merdeka&lt;/span&gt; karena gw gak harus berurusan dg keluarganya yang sering bikin gw merasa gak nyaman. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merdeka&lt;/span&gt; karena gw bersyukur gw diselingkuhin sekarang dan bukan pas gw udh nikah ntar. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merdeka&lt;/span&gt; karena gw tau bahwa gw telah mengambil keputusan yg tepat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang waktu gw denger kabar itu gw gak tau mesti bereaksi gimana karena kenangan-kenangan lama yg udh gw tutup rapat-rapat dengan mudahnya berseliweran lagi di kepala gw. Tapi alhamdulillah.... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sekali lagi gw bersyukur banget bukan gw yang ada di pelaminan mewah itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata ada banyak cara untuk merasakan kemerdekaan. Semua tergantung bagaimana kita bisa melihat suatu masalah dari sisi yang lain. Kaya gw, daripada gw capek-capek emosi dan sakit ati kan malah makin untung di dia rugi 2x di gw. Ih enak aja. Mending berpikir positif aja. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Memang sangat gak gampang dan pasti butuh perjuangan&lt;/span&gt;. But all you have to do is change your mind set dan bersikaplah TEGAS!&lt;br /&gt;Inget ya winda, tegas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-3424485972259703101?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/3424485972259703101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=3424485972259703101&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/3424485972259703101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/3424485972259703101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/08/merdeka.html' title='Merdeka!!'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RsR8CbV0nYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dQEtBqHYs1w/s72-c/CB018553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-8580575754963647531</id><published>2007-08-03T00:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:07:42.154+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarot... really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RrIhXa1iiiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/VjIjMUVzHfI/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RrIhXa1iiiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/VjIjMUVzHfI/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094170814734043682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling in my best mood, malem ini gw iseng-iseng blogwalking. Di salah satu blog gw nemu test untuk analisa jenis kartu tarot kita. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tarot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, biasanya gw gak terlalu suka dengan ramalan. Males aja kalo ada orang/pihak lain yang merasa lebih tau masa depan kita. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Who the hell are you, God or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway... dengan menjawab beberapa psychological questions keluarlah sebait analisa kartu tarot gw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Lovers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;Motive, power, and action, arising from Inspiration and Impulse.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;The Lovers represents intuition and inspiration. Very often a choice needs to be made.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;Originally, this card was called just LOVE. And that's actually more apt than "Lovers." Love follows in this sequence of growth and maturity. And, coming after the Emperor, who is about control, it is a radical change in perspective. LOVE is a force that makes you choose and decide for reasons you often can't understand; it makes you surrender control to a higher power. And that is what this card is all about. Finding something or someone who is so much a part of yourself, so perfectly attuned to you and you to them, that you cannot, dare not resist. This card indicates that the you have or will come across a person, career, challenge or thing that you will fall in love with. You will know instinctively that you must have this, even if it means diverging from your chosen path. No matter the difficulties, without it you will never be complete.&lt;/p&gt;Man,&lt;br /&gt;Perasaan jawaban gw td gak ada love-lovannya deh, normal-normal aja, kok gini ya jadinya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LOVE is a force that makes you choose and decide for reasons you often can't understand;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe jadi inget postingan blog gw dulu. Persis itulah gambaran gw ttg 'cinta'. Puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Finding something or someone who is so much a part of yourself, so perfectly attuned to you and you to them, that you cannot, dare not resist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might explain why I can't fallin' in love that easily. But when it comes to me I really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;resist&lt;/span&gt;. Really really can't. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Scared?&lt;/span&gt; Sure. All the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You will know instinctively that you must have this, even if it means diverging from your chosen path. No matter the difficulties, without it you will never be complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;h sutra lah ya..., say no more. It's true. The idea of might not having him is killing me. I'm trapped. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;See how great it is? Human software knows us better than ourself. Why don't you just find me the answer since you know everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-8580575754963647531?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/8580575754963647531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=8580575754963647531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/8580575754963647531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/8580575754963647531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/08/tarot-really.html' title='Tarot... really?'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RrIhXa1iiiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/VjIjMUVzHfI/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-7476401549761386119</id><published>2007-07-23T17:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T17:31:38.854+07:00</updated><title type='text'>When 'enough' is enough</title><content type='html'>Well, I have to say that... July is not a good month for lovers.&lt;br /&gt;Gimana ya, tampaknya gw memang dikaruniai tampang menipu yang terlihat tenang, wise, dengan sorot mata 'ceritakanlah masalahmu padaku aku akan mendengarkan dengan seksama dan memberikan solusinya...' hehehe. Tampaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People keep come and go and talk to me about their love problems. Satu selesai curhat, ganti yang lain. Dan kalo gw perhatiin ladies and gentlemen, their problems (including mine) are typical, yaitu: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ketidakmampuan (or say, ketidakberanian) untuk melepaskan diri dari ikatan-ikatan yang membelenggu hubungan yang ada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya logically kita tau apa yang sebaikmya kita lakukan. Apa yang baik-buruk, benar atau salah. Ibaratnya fakta-fakta itu sudah dihidangkan di depan mata, tergantung kita mau berbesar hati mengambilnya atau tidak. Tapi kalo udah berpapasan dengan tangisan, rasa gak tega, kasian, ataupun romantisme masa lalu yang gak pernah pudar, ya sudah... bubarlah semua rasionalitas itu.&lt;br /&gt;The next thing we know, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;baam!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we're running back to the same circle just like before&lt;/span&gt;. Gituu aja terus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that they (or we) keep saying enough though we never make it.&lt;br /&gt;Now think about it, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;when 'enough' is really 'enough'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapan kita benar2 bisa membulatkan tekad untuk keluar dari permasalahan yang itu-itu juga?&lt;br /&gt;Apa sih yang kita tunggu? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Waktu?&lt;/span&gt; Menunggu sampai pasangan kita berubah?&lt;br /&gt;Or are we waiting for a miracle that could magically solve all of our problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aren't we just wasting our time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I confess that I'm one of those guys, I can only ask, but I don't exactly know what the best answer is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: buat kalian yang belum pernah berada dalam situasi ini I kindly ask you to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BACK OFF!!&lt;/span&gt; and don't leave any "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm wise and I know what to do&lt;/span&gt;" comment. Cause I assure you that you really don't know what you're talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-7476401549761386119?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/7476401549761386119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=7476401549761386119&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/7476401549761386119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/7476401549761386119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-enough-is-enough.html' title='When &apos;enough&apos; is enough'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-1330604937111768707</id><published>2007-07-11T15:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T15:36:48.563+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Be A Weatherman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Gilllaaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udara Bandung beberapa hari ini dingiiin banget. Ada yg bilang sampa 14 derajat. Handle pintu sampe sedingin es. Nonton film ramean di kostan aja sampe pada bawa selimut masing-masing. Belum cuaca yang berubah-ubah. Sorenya kadang ujan kadang gak. Pagi kadang mendung kadang cerah. Very-very unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tapi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enak kali ya punya pekerjaan sebagai weather forecast alias tukang prakiraan cuaca. Think about it…this may very well be the easiest job on the planet. You never have to be right. Malah lo gak bakalan diminta pertanggung-jawaban lo atas kesalahan informasi yang lo berikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Tampaknya untuk daerah Bandung besok akan turun hujan.... atau mungkin juga tidak. Kalau gak ehmm... langit berawan?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Enak tho. Just imagine the freedom in this. How liberating would that be? Kita gak akan takut we'll screw up our job. You will never hear of a weatherman being pulled into his boss's office the next day to be yelled about forecasting the wrong weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Hey kamu, masuk ke ruangan saya sekarang! Tutup pintunya! I have to say, performa kerja kamu akhir-akhir ini sangat mengecewakan. Dalam minggu ini sudah dua kali, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DUA KALI&lt;/span&gt; kamu bilang akan turun hujan dan... ternyata gak hujan-hujan juga tuh. Trus kemarin senin juga kamu menyebutkan kalau langit akan berawan sebentar tapi sore hari cuaca akan cerah. Cuaca cerah dari Hongkong!! Kamu telah menyesatkan masyarakat kita dengan informasi yang tidak bisa dipercaya dan kita tidak bisa mentolerir itu. Kamu dipecat!!!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gak mungkin kan?&lt;/span&gt; kalo sekarang gw terus2an salah nge-desain aja. Udah deh. Bubar. But weathermen can constantly provide incorrect forecasts and never be faulted for it. Curaaaang... Tapi ya gimana lagi ya, a lot of meteorology is based on prediction. Namanya juga weather &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FORECAST&lt;/span&gt;. Jadi kerjaan mereka ya guessing. Makanya gw gak nerusin bidang arsitektur karena disana gw gak bisa guessing seenak udel gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ehmm... Kayanya dimensi kolomnya 30cm deh. Eh, disini masih ada ruangan kosong, buat area servis aja kali ya. Struktur atap pake space frame aja ah yang gampang gambarnya. Pembuangan air kotor nya gw taro jauh-jauh disana biar ruangan gw gak kebauan. Lho ini kok tiba-tiba ada kolom di tengah2 ruangan, gw ilangin aja ah ngerusak pemandangan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What the hell was that?!! &lt;/span&gt;Tapi percayalah, Itu yg gw dan teman2 gw lakukan waktu kuliah dulu huahahaha... Kebayang kalo gw tetep jadi arsitek berapa bangunan yg udah ancur sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makanya, If you forecast the weather incorrectly…oh well, try again tomorrow. Kita coba lagi besok. How great is that? Being a weatherman is the anti-perfectionist person's dream! Detail oriented folks need not apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…but that's just my opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-1330604937111768707?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/1330604937111768707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=1330604937111768707&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/1330604937111768707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/1330604937111768707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-wanna-be-weatherman.html' title='I Wanna Be A Weatherman!'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-4091008709101863698</id><published>2007-07-10T15:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T15:36:44.999+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Nice Guy? Thanks, I'll pass...</title><content type='html'>Lagi browsing-browsing gak jelas sambil ngeliat blog-blog orang, tiba-tiba gw tertarik dengan curhatan seorang pria yang mengaku kebingunan ngadepin makhluk yg namanya wanita. Katanya cewe tuh susah dimengerti. Dia bingung harus bersikap seperti apa untung memenangkan hati seorang wanita. Should he be Mr. Nice Guy yang baik, romantis dan perhatian sehingga si cewe merasa bak seorang putri istana? Or shouldn't he really be himself. He should hide all of his feelings and act like he doesn't care about the person at all &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;because girls like the 'chase' sensation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guys, kalo selama ini kalian bertanya-tanya... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So do I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this guy right? Do girls really like to be with guys that are emotionally unattached?&lt;br /&gt;Uuugh, wanita memang membingungkan! They complain about being treated poorly by their boyfriend, but they love them to death. Then they find a guy who's nice to them and treats them with respect and it just isn't there. Kaya ada yang kurang pas gitu. Maybe the theory's right, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Girls totally do like the chase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contohnya gw...&lt;br /&gt;Sering banget temen gw nanya, 'Kenapa sih lo gak suka si X. Baik, gak neko-neko, pinter, terpelajar, suka olahraga, sayang keluarga, rajin ibadah (meskipun ibadah kita beda hehehe) dan dia jelas sayang sm elo. Bukannya itu udah masuk kriteria yang lo cari dari seorang pria?'&lt;br /&gt;Lamaaa gw mikir. Iya yah, kenapa ya gw gak suka. Di waktu senggang di sela-sela lamunan gw memang gw (dan banyak wanita lainnya) sering banget membayangkan figure pria seperti itu ideal buat masa depan.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi lo tau jawaban yang terlontar dari mulut gw saat itu? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'gak ah, kayanya membosankan...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wajar aja ya kalo cowo sering bingung ngadepin cewe. Jadi mau lo apa???&lt;br /&gt;Tapi emang bener loh. Beverly Hills 90210. Brandon or Dylan?&lt;br /&gt;Diantara idealisme gw ttg pria, ternyata gw bisa sangat tertarik dengan cowo yang cool, terlihat cuek dan gak peduli lingkungan tp sangat sensitif dan perhatian sm orang yg dia sayang, awfully quiet, never share his feelings with others but has a great sense of humor dan sangat suka ngisengin orang, cerdas, gak peduli masa depan, gak suka terikat peraturan, dan amat sangat gak bisa ditebak apa karakter dan maunya.&lt;br /&gt;Semua itu bikin gw penasaran. With him, gak pernah ada kata boring. Dunia kita bener-bener dibuat jungkir balik antara gemes, kesel sekaligus bahagia karena keceriaan yg dia bawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So, what is it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is it just a temporary thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah dunia bersama cowo seperti itu bagaikan sehari di Disneyland yang membuat adrenalin kita berpacu kencang tp sensasi itu gak akan bertahan lama karena besoknya kita harus sudah kembali ke dunia nyata yang penuh dengan berbagai batasan?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... tunggu dulu.&lt;br /&gt;Ini tadi topiknya tentang wanita yang membingungkan, apa gw yang kebingungan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-4091008709101863698?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/4091008709101863698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=4091008709101863698&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/4091008709101863698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/4091008709101863698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/07/mr-nice-guy-thanks-ill-pass.html' title='Mr. Nice Guy? Thanks, I&apos;ll pass...'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-1027361888392511662</id><published>2007-07-01T18:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T06:55:33.937+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Done Goo Goo Dolls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How would you feel&lt;/span&gt; if someone that you really care,&lt;br /&gt;Someone who always fills your breath and thought,&lt;br /&gt;Someone you always knew deep down he cares as much as you do, but never said it out loud,&lt;br /&gt;Someone who in a mater of weeks maybe days is about to leave you,&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, out of nowhere, playing you this song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that you feel me somehow&lt;br /&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to go home right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can taste is this moment&lt;br /&gt;And all I can breathe is your life&lt;br /&gt;'Cause sooner or later it's over&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When every thing's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming&lt;br /&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies&lt;br /&gt;When everything feels like the movies&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am...&lt;/blockquote&gt;Gosh, I love this song....&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy for getting too emotional and out of rational, but If I hear the intro for more than 10 seconds I always burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone or care about them, you want them to know everything. You want to share them your deepest desires and what you want in life. You cant explain why, but you will explode if they don't know these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"and I don't want the world to see me, 'coz I don't think that they'd understand but when every thing's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;That one person is singled out in your mind. Although the world is full of disappointment and judgment, you know that that one person brings you happiness more than you've ever known. Maybe you don't want to deal with the world, but you want him/her to know, because only then you can feel like you've ever truly lived...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So please, don't go yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-1027361888392511662?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/1027361888392511662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=1027361888392511662&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/1027361888392511662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/1027361888392511662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/07/iris.html' title='Well Done Goo Goo Dolls!'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-1380958821996472941</id><published>2007-06-27T15:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T15:26:51.066+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's The Title of The Story of Your Life?</title><content type='html'>Kemaren gw jalan2 ke Gramed Merdeka nganterin temen gw belanja perlengkapan kantor. Bosen di area stationery yg memang sudah lama sekali tak ku lirik apalagi ku sentuh, secara otomatis gw melangkah ke books area (&lt;em&gt;tentu saja! Ke gramed gak liat buku sama dengan ke Dufan cuma masuk istana boneka&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Di area best seller psychology mata gw terpaku sm buku &lt;strong&gt;'Mind Maping'&lt;/strong&gt; yang selama ini selalu diributin boss gw. Inget banget pas awal masuk kerja, kerjaan gw cuma bikin akar-akar ituu aja. Cape deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gak jauh dari tempat gw berdiri, ada tiga cewe tanggung lg baca ulasan buku yg temanya mirip-mirip &lt;strong&gt;Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus&lt;/strong&gt;. Sambil cekikian dan ribut mereka berkomentar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ihh ini mah cowo gw bangett..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Iya ya cowo memang suka gitu"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kemaren si A ribut sm pacarnya gara2 masalah ini..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bener, ihh bener banget lho ini buku!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bo, kata gw dlm hati, ya iyaalllaaaaaah... buku ini kan ditulis sm psikolog profesional bersertifikat yg mungkin udh melakukan riset berbulan-bulan bahkan tahunan. Kalo gak mana mungkin ditaro di kategori best seller. Piye toh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus, salah seorang dari mereka yang kurus berkacamata ngomong gini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eh, ada ulasan ttg cowo overprotected nih, hmmm... story of my life"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba imajinasi hiperbolis gw bekerja.&lt;br /&gt;Didalam sebuah ruang theatre yang gelap... seberkas sinar lampu proyektor melintasi ruangan memvisualisasikan layar. Ssssttt.... Matikan ponsel N70 anda, film akan segera dimulai! Yg pake Motorolla atau Sony Ericson silahkan lanjutkan smsnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian, &lt;strong&gt;jreeeng jrreeeengg...!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan huruf kapital tebal dan digaris bawah, muncullah judul film itu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biogrfi Cewe Tanggung Kurus Berkacamata, "Pacarku Cowo Overprotected"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... gak banget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coba bayangin deh, kalo misalnya hidup lo dibikin film yang berdurasi selama satu jam, Emang lo rela gitu di resize dalam judul se-pathetic itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So tell me, what's the title of the story of your life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is your life &lt;strong&gt;precious enough&lt;/strong&gt; to be written as a screen play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah nonton film itu, apakah orang-orang jadi terinspirasi dengan ketangguhan dan kesederhanaan filosofi hidup lo, ketawa terpingkal-pingkal, berurai airmata saking dramaticnya, kesel pengen nonjok saking elo tuh nyebelin banget, atau malah bosen karena hidup lo datar banget dan gak ngasih kontribusi apa-apa ke orang-orang di sekitar lo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, Your life is too precious and too short to be walking around with 'that' showing on your internal movie screen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-1380958821996472941?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/1380958821996472941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=1380958821996472941&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/1380958821996472941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/1380958821996472941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/06/whats-title-of-story-of-your-life.html' title='What&apos;s The Title of The Story of Your Life?'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-3030406806157458824</id><published>2007-06-23T11:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:07:42.483+07:00</updated><title type='text'>How 'Bout A Little Quiet Time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RnyjSgejWdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hUFyil3cV3o/s1600-h/42-16639733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079114018118130130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RnyjSgejWdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hUFyil3cV3o/s200/42-16639733.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ssssssssssssstttttt....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Di jaman sekarang ini mana ada sih kita bisa ngucapin satu desisan tanpa arti tapi penuh makna seperti itu? Tanpa melewati batas dan privasi orang lain. Tanpa membuat orang merasa tersinggung...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In our daily lives&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; we don't make room for quiet&lt;/span&gt;. Disaat kita berada dalam keadaan sadar selalu ada aja suara yang melintas. People surely talk all the time. When we're in the car, the radio is on. Traffic. When we' re working, the sound is turned up on our computers so we can hear the funny email or audio messages. Di kostan pun meski kamar kita sudah sunyi tanpa suara tetep ada aja dibalik pintu ada orang lain butuh menyalurkan aspirasi entertain dan sosialisasinya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ada gak sih waktu sebentaaar aja kita bisa hidup tanpa hingar-bingar di sekeliling kita? Bayangkan kalau waktu diberhentikan untuk sesaat. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Complete silence&lt;/span&gt;. complete mute. Only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tranquility&lt;/span&gt;. Kalau biasanya saat sendiri di kamar otak kita teralihkan dengan alunan musik ataubacaan-bacaan gak penting,&lt;br /&gt;maybe &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;if time is stopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we have no other choice than to communicate with our self. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels like it has been a long long time ago since I asked my self what I really want in life. What is the most important thing in my life. What kind of thing(s) will make my life more valuable. Is it really the path of life I want to run. What should I do to make my life better and easier to live in. Did I make the right choice. Why can't I control my emotion. Why did I choose comfort over challenge. Am I a good person or a bad one. Are my sins heavier than my merits. How my behavior influence others. What have I done 'till I become this present me. What should I do to become future me. What kind of guy that I'm looking for. What makes him so special. Which bad habit should I get rid of soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memang sih kita gak usah se-ekstrim menghentikan waktu untuk berpikir hal-hal semacam itu. In order for us to choose quiet, we must first choose some other things. We must choose to slow down. We must choose to stop multi-tasking. We must choose to be introspective. We must choose to spend time by ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most important thing is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes it takes our willingness to think and face the fact of our life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Think about it,&lt;br /&gt;how much time do you spend in quiet each day?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-3030406806157458824?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/3030406806157458824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=3030406806157458824&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/3030406806157458824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/3030406806157458824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-bout-little-quiet-time.html' title='How &apos;Bout A Little Quiet Time?'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RnyjSgejWdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hUFyil3cV3o/s72-c/42-16639733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-2075393206469701206</id><published>2007-06-15T15:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T19:24:56.338+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Anthem of Laziness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey guys, check out this Jamie Cullum's song.&lt;br /&gt;Please be honest, and don't be naive.... this is our national anthem huehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Heavensent, are days like these&lt;br /&gt;Here with you, snoozing in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tomorrow leads, today won't interest me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'll be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;procrastinatory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's alot to be said about wasting your time&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care as long as someday you're mine&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I want&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish I knew about love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come with me and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we'll waste a day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere warm, somewhere far away&lt;br /&gt;So vote for me, it really isn't that complex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My politics are of laziness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why do today what you can do tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-2075393206469701206?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/2075393206469701206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=2075393206469701206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/2075393206469701206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/2075393206469701206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/06/anthem-of-laziness.html' title='The Anthem of Laziness'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-6214998436578928567</id><published>2007-06-15T09:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:07:42.690+07:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS</title><content type='html'>Tau arti PMS kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMS adalah &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Premenstrual Syndrome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; alias situasi emosi tidak stabil yang dialami wanita sebelum menstruasi karena pengaruh hormonal. Para pria mungkin mengenali gejala-gajalanya sebagai 'hari-hari dimana cewe sangat jutek, sensitif dan sangat menyebalkan'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't you know guys, kalo kalian sebel karena tiba-tiba cewe kalian marah-marah gak jelas, manyun seharian karena permintaan sepele gak diturutin, atau tiba-tiba &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;paaaaaakk....&lt;/span&gt; ada tangan putih mulus mendarat dengan manisnya di pipi lo trus pas lo tanya kenapa, dengan wajah datar dia jawab &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...gak, pengen aja...",&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hmmm.... Bete kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apalagi kita yang mengalaminya...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RnINAgejWaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/cNuo6_gMCn8/s1600-h/42-17792877.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bayangin aja, selama seminggu (catet ya, seminggu) sebelum menstruasi, kami para wanita mengalami &lt;strong&gt;depresi&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;irritability&lt;/strong&gt; alias sensitif, mudah merasa terganggu, &lt;strong&gt;anxiety&lt;/strong&gt; (mudah merasa cemas dan khawatir), dan (ini yg paling gw suka....) &lt;strong&gt;mood swing&lt;/strong&gt; atau mood yang naik turun tanpa bisa dikontrol. Gak cuma itu aja, kita juga menderita karena sakit kepala,perut kembung, berat badan naik (karena cenderung pengen makan yg manis2 dan asin2), payudara sakit, jerawatan, dan belum lagi perut bagian bawah yg mulai mules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076135823370574274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RnIOowejWcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/x5QR_2weRjQ/s200/42-17792877.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw termasuk cewe yg gak pernah ngitung when will I get my next period, jd gak tau kapan gw PMS. Kaya tadi malem. I get easily irritated by... temen gw (gak mo sebutin namanya ah, ntar pundung hehe). Dari pagi, chatting di kantor, sampe ketemu di kostan lg, becandaan yg biasanya biasa-biasa aja gw tanggepin serius. Hal-hal yang gak penting jd sumber pikiran dan masalah buat gw. Mood gw yg udah turun diobrak-abrik lagi waktu dia ngingetin (dengan cara sangat menyebalkan) bahwa dalam waktu dekat gw bakalan ditinggal orang yg sangat gw sayang. Hiks. Trus belom cukup juga, dia ngerebut antrian internet gw dan malah marah-marah waktu gw ngomel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Iiiihh... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anjing!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RnIN7wejWbI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZpKHClTbj4k/s1600-h/42-15349237.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gw langsung masuk kamar dengan perasaan campur aduk penuh emosi, sumpah serapah, tangan terkepal pengen nonjok orang, banting pintu dan teriak sekenceng-kencengnya...! Emosi karena si kunyuk menyebalkan itu dan emosi sm si kunyuk lainnya yg bakal pergi ninggalin gw. Walhasil, malem itu gw tidur dengan air mata yg belum kering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning... tadaaa... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got my period!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dan semua perasaan yg gw rasakan td malam bener-bener lenyap tak berbekas bagai balon yang melayang bebas setelah ikatannya dibuka. Bahkan gw bingung td malem gw kenapa ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;it's all about hormone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Untung gw masih bisa nahan emosi. Coba kalo gak, gw bisa melakukan perbuatan2 bodoh yg bakal gw sesali di kemudian hari. PMS bener-bener bikin cewe gak berdaya. Karena kita juga gak pengen kok marah-marah gak penting kaya gitu. Tapi kalo memang udah itu prosesnya biar suatu saat kita bisa mengeluarkan makhluk mungil nan lucu dari rahim kita, ya mo gimana lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah well... I know it's quite a lot to ask, tp mungkin dunia akan lebih indah kalo kalian para pria juga sedikit mengerti dan memahami hal itu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-6214998436578928567?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/6214998436578928567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=6214998436578928567&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/6214998436578928567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/6214998436578928567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/06/pms.html' title='PMS'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RnIOowejWcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/x5QR_2weRjQ/s72-c/42-17792877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-6563964919717290919</id><published>2007-06-13T11:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:07:43.251+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strength of Frank</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/Rm97cAejWXI/AAAAAAAAADk/08X0mgLcX_I/s1600-h/intprt.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075411026164537714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="170" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/Rm97cAejWXI/AAAAAAAAADk/08X0mgLcX_I/s200/intprt.bmp" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malem minggu kemaren abis makan sm anak2 kostan gw memutuskan untuk melawatkan sisa hari dg ngemil sambil baca novel yg baru gw beli di TogaMas. Judulnya &lt;strong&gt;The Interpretation of Murder&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;tentang pengungkapan kasus pembunuhan pake teori Freud dan puisi Shakespeare gitu&lt;/em&gt;). Hmmmm tampak agak berat... Mampu gak ya gw bacanya... Curiga ketiduran!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biar tambah nyantai gw puter lah salah satu koleksi cd Frank Sinatra gw. Niatnya sih dengerin&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;One For My baby'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;yg sangat-sangat dalam menyentuh kalbu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi...&lt;br /&gt;gak berapa lama kemudian, dengan nyaringnya, melantunlah lagu frankie dengan lirik spt ini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sing the song that I sang for the memories I usually seek..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iih kambing, aku merasa ter-sepet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Setelah gw pikir-pikir, gak cuma kali itu aja lagu-lagu Frank Sinatra bikin momen-momen dalam hidup gw bagai ada soundtracknya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dulu abis sesi curhat, setelah gw berkeluh kesah, Indra langsung nyanyi &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'Strangers In The Night'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; untuk menggambarkan keadaan gw... &lt;em&gt;Strangers in the night, Two lonely people, you were strangers in the night...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada banyak versi &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'White Christmas'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, tp cuma Frank yg bikin si Q se-speachless itu waktu dia buka pintu dan mendapati kamarnya had been fully decorated christmas looky in christmas 2005. My gift for his lonely christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I get a kick every time I see, You standing there before me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I get a kick though it's clear to see, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You obviously do not adore me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Gw jadi tau kalo gw salah menginterpretasikan kedekatan gw dg seseorang gara-gara lagu ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'Fly Me To The Moon'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; adalah lagu pertama yang terdengar di mobil kecengan gw waktu kencan pertama before we realize that bahwa we both love swing (&lt;em&gt;music ya, bukan changing partner&lt;/em&gt;) Hmmm...., btw, apakabar ya orang itu? kok thesis-nya gak kelar-kelar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Next, soundtrack film &lt;em&gt;Bridget Jones Diary&lt;/em&gt; yg dinyanyiin Robbie Williams &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'Have You Met Miss Jones'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; makes me wanna be her (Miss Jones-nya Frank, bukan si clumsy Bridget-&lt;em&gt;red&lt;/em&gt;), seorang wanita yang sangat memahami arogansi pria yg selalu ingin bebas dan akhirnya bisa&lt;br /&gt;menaklukkannya (bravo miss Jones! teach me how you do that).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/Rm97cAejWYI/AAAAAAAAADs/Hbkg1CMODNE/s1600-h/my+fair.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075411026164537730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="173" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/Rm97cAejWYI/AAAAAAAAADs/Hbkg1CMODNE/s200/my+fair.bmp" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pernah juga, abis liat penampakan di dalem kamarnya, si winda gw kasih cd lagu2 swing-jazz favorit gw biar bikin dia cepet tidur. Eh ternyata bukannya ngantuk yang ada malah tambah ketakutan waktu denger alunan &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'My Funny Valentine'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; di tengah malem huahahaha... Maybe it's not valentine's day but it certainly is funny to me hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus semenjak terinspirasi oleh &lt;strong&gt;Audrey Hepburn&lt;/strong&gt; di filmnya My Fair Lady, lagu &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'I Could Have Danced All Night'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; jd andalan disaat gw lg sumringah dan kelebihan energi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si oom selalu memakai kata-kata yang simpel namun puitis, sehingga bisa dengan tepat menginterpretasikan perasaan kita yang susah untuk diungkapkan pada orang lain. And he's a total expert of loneliness... Cinta dan hasrat terpendam, cinta tak berbalas, jatuh cinta pada waktu yang salah, affair rahasia, patah hati, bahkan ditinggal pergi oleh orang yg kita cintai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makanya disaat gw lg galau, kekuatan lagunya bagai menghipnotis daya imajinasi gw yg terdalam, bikin gw merenung dan berkhayal lebih larut lagi. Disaat gw lagi bahagiapun, liriknya yang romantis dengan nada-nada swingnya yang ceria bikin gw berasa atlet lompat galah yang punya kekuatan dan tumpuan untuk melompat setinggi mungkin and feel the tingling sensation in my feet and tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's what I like about Frank's song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw gak peduli dikatain pecinta lagu emak-emak alias jadul. Buat gw mo seberapa keren lagu-lagu itu diubah dengan aransemen baru, I much much more appreciate the original one (kecuali Jamie Cullum version kali yaa...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the strength of Frank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;He always makes you feel the song he sings is you, you alone, and you above all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075404656728037682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/Rm91pQejWTI/AAAAAAAAADE/nK1PXcdaAE4/s320/main_sinatra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-6563964919717290919?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/6563964919717290919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=6563964919717290919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/6563964919717290919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/6563964919717290919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/06/strength-of-frank.html' title='The Strength of Frank'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/Rm97cAejWXI/AAAAAAAAADk/08X0mgLcX_I/s72-c/intprt.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-4404872808762777059</id><published>2007-06-08T14:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T09:28:15.920+07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Always Have A Choice</title><content type='html'>Lo percaya gak kalo tiap orang bisa gambar?&lt;br /&gt;Bukaaan, bukan gambar pake crayon ato cat air gitu... Coba kita berpikirnya agak-agak tinggi sedikit ya, meskipun otak gw kadang-kadang suka gak nyampe kalo udah maen filosofi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita semua dianugerahi imajinasi untuk menentukan pilihan hidup kita. We have a gift to visualise a blank canvas waiting in front us to be painted whatever we wish upon it. Artinya, untuk setiap goresan kuas kehidupan, setiap pilihan ada di tangan kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“…Whatever comes our way, whatever battle is raging inside us, we always have a choice. It’s the choices that make us what we are, and we can always choose to do the right thing…”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Itu kata mas Peter Parker di film terbarunya, Spiderman 3 (atau gw lebih suka menyebutnya... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Cryingman 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Abis nangis mulu kerjaannya, sebel. Aarrrggh..., come'on spidey, be a man!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hidup lo, hidup gw, hidup kita, sangat kompleks memang. Penuh warna dan masalah. Bitter sweet kalo gw bilang. Tapi kompleksitas itu sebenarnya adalah bagian dari apa yang sudah kita lewati di masa lalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...ngerti gak maksudnya?...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang waktu serasa dibekukan oleh pikiran masa lalu yang sering datang. Kaya td malem gw mimpi orang itu lagi. I know I have said 'enough', tp tanpa diundang, mimpi itu dateng sendiri, seolah-olah gak peduli kalo kita sudah hidup dalam present tense, not past tense. It's like we are now someone else holding onto a snapshot in time of who we were yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we chose to hold ourselves back in the past. Berarti kita bergumul (ala mak bahasanya...) dalam kegelapan yang cuma bisa membawa kepedihan dan depresi. Masalah gw kemarin bukan berarti masalah gw hari ini, itu hanya serpihan hidup gw yang tidak tercapai seperti apa yg gw bayangkan... Meskipun kemaren gw galau bukan berarti gw gak bisa bahagia hari ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buat semua temen-temen gw yang:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Udah bertahun-tahun suka sm orang tapi rasanya gak mungkin buat ngungkapin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Gak kurus-kurus soalnya ada aja yg ngajak makan terus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;Pengen pindah kerja tapi rasanya berat dan gak memungkinkan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;Gak bisa ninggalin pacar meskipun udh ga ada rasa lagi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Gak pernah akur sm orang banyak karena selalu beda pendapat...&lt;br /&gt;Mau menikah bukan karena cinta tp karena faktor lain disekelilingnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;Gak bisa pindah ke lain hati karena dia udh ninggalin kesan yg dalem di hati...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;Udah kadung cinta mati tapi beda agama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Udah putus tapi masih berharap bisa nyambung lagi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang, kadang-kadang kita sama sekali gak punya pilihan akan nasib atau takdir yang dibawa ke hadapan kita, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;we certainly have a choice of how to respond to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. No matter what happened, the moment we say &lt;em&gt;“gw harus gimana, gw gak punya pilihan lain", &lt;/em&gt;sebenarnya pada detik itu kita sudah membuat pilihan untuk tidak membuat pilihan. Doing nothing but feel sorry for our ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though it’s a choice as well, but is it the best choice we can make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It isn’t about right choices or wrong, but it’s about making the choices that make us a better person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every thought we have, every choice we make, every experience we process, creates a new version of who we are...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;So my dearest friends, what choices will you make today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-4404872808762777059?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/4404872808762777059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=4404872808762777059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/4404872808762777059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/4404872808762777059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-always-have-choice.html' title='We Always Have A Choice'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-3527691960436042870</id><published>2007-06-06T10:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T14:16:33.740+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Get Stuck</title><content type='html'>Beberapa minggu terakhir ini gw memang bener-bener berada dalam masa jenuh, stuck, tired, deep rooted, atau apapun istilahnya...&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm stuck in work, finance, love life, friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apapun poin permasalahan yg kita beri label '&lt;strong&gt;stuck&lt;/strong&gt;' (or even worse '&lt;strong&gt;suck&lt;/strong&gt;') kayanya sih itu merupakan hasil emosi pemikiran dan perasaan yang terlalu dipikirin secara terus menerus melebihi hal-hal lain yang juga terjadi pada kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padahal setelah gw pikir-pikir lagi, If you don't like things you're dealing with right now, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;all you have to do is find a way to be okay with this and change your focus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Find new thoughts, feelings and beliefs until you get where you want to be. Jadi bukan cuma mikir dan merenung doang.... (hmmm, kayanya gw harus ganti headline blog gw deh huahahaha!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salah satu kelebihan yg akhir-akhir ini jd bumerang buat gw adalah I'm too psycho-analyze.&lt;br /&gt;Of anything. And I don't think I should do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karena apa?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simply bcoz the Universe doesn't care!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The only people who care are those people around us who love to hear our tales of grief so they'll feel better about their own crap!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makanya, dari pengalaman yg gw alami, telling and worrying just gets me into deeper problem. Memang sih cerita sm seseorang bikin kita lebih lega, but sometimes telling the story just speed our emotions up, again and again... Bikin makin emosional dan makin kepikiran hal-hal gak penting! &lt;em&gt;That's like asking the Universe to send us more evidence that&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we're broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Saat itulah kita berada dalam masa-masa "stuck".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being ok with where we are, Is like saying to the Universe "send me more evidence that everything is fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang, biar gw gak jenuh lagi, mendingan gw mensyukuri dan menikmati apa yg gw alami sekarang, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;trying to get excited and focused about what I really want in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything else is just an unnecessary complication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-3527691960436042870?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/3527691960436042870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=3527691960436042870&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/3527691960436042870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/3527691960436042870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont-get-stuck_06.html' title='Don&apos;t Get Stuck'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-3664993566722054641</id><published>2007-06-02T09:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:07:43.918+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Tradition</title><content type='html'>Heey... I'm no longer just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;twenty something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;twenty four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RmDezlwv91I/AAAAAAAAAC8/c0J1rOdrsm0/s1600-h/42-17690709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071298158310455122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RmDezlwv91I/AAAAAAAAAC8/c0J1rOdrsm0/s200/42-17690709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dulu waktu kita masih kecil-kecil dan kakak2 gw blm pada nikah, keluarga gw punya kebiasaan ngerayain ulangtahun yang cukup hmmm... cukup apa ya, cukup aneh sih sebenernya.Kalo ada salah satu anggota keluarga yg ultah , pasti satu atau dua hari sebelumnya sibuk beredar pertanyaan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"... si ultah dikasih kado apa ya?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lalu dimulailah rutinitas itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;TAHAP 1 - Buy the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Kita mulai dengan 2 rencana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Plan A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sebagian pergi ke pecinan dg alasan mo beli sesuatu yg tidak mencurigakan, pkoknya alasan yg jangan sampe si ultah ikut pergi. Sebagian lagi tinggal di rumah, nemenin biar dia gak merasa ditinggalkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Plan B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kita semua pergi ke pecinan, sebagian beli kado, sebagian ngalihin perhatian si ultah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAHAP 2 - Wrapping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kalo malem2 abis Isya nyari nyokap atau mbak Atri gak ada, atau ada satu pintu kamar yg berada dalam keadaan terkunci, sudah bisa dipastikan kalo didalemnya salah satu dari mereka lagi sibuk bungkus kado hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAHAP 3 - The Next Morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ini&lt;/span&gt; adalah saat pemberian kado sekaligus pengucapan selamat ulang tahun. Udah jadi kebiasaan bahwa pagi-pagi setiap anggota keluarga harus ngumpul dulu semua baru boleh ngucapin selamat ulangtahun ke si ultah... &lt;em&gt;Jadi kalo misal di hari ultah gw, gw bangun tidur trus ketemu nyokap lg berjalan seorang diri ya bisa dijamin dia gak bakal ngucapin selamat&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hehe aneh ya. Biasanya trus gw pura-pura menyibukkan diri sendiri dulu sambil nunggu semua siap. Kocak deh, ada yg lg tidur dibangunin, lg nyapu disuruh berhenti, lg masak dipending dulu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pas upacara pemberian selamat juga gak kalah seru. Yg ngucapin dari yg paling tua dulu, bokap, nyokap, kakak2... Cipika cipiki. Trus semua ngumpul sambil ngliatin reaksi si ultah waktu buka kado. Dulu gw suka iseng ngasih kado kecil yg isinya tulang dengan ucapan &lt;em&gt;'dari empus...&lt;/em&gt;' hehehe... perbuatan yg cukup aneh dan bego bukan? Dan acara otomatis bubar ketika bungkus-bungkus kado udh berserakan karena gak ada yg mau disuruh beresin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapi bo, bayangin aja kita sekeluarga ada 6 orang. Dan kebiasaan itu diulang 5x dalam setahun (&lt;em&gt;ultah gw bareng sm bokap&lt;/em&gt;), dan itu terjadi tiap tahun!!!Kebayang kan lo, kalo kita bulan ini jd yang bertugas mengalihkan perhatian, tp dua bulan kemudian jd yg ulang tahun....So we have to pretend that we don't know what they're doing. Hehehehe basi baget deh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But that's what I like about my family. Walaupun sekarang kita udah gak ada yg satu kota, tp kebiasaan itu bikin gw selalu menunggu hari ulang tahun sebagai sarana kumpul-kumpul yang menyenangkan. I don't care about how old I'm gonna be. I don't care about what presents they're giving me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I care the most is the presence of people that love and care for me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kebanyakan orang suka sebel karena mereka diingatkan kalo umur mereka semakin tua. But I think birthdays are good for you. The more you have, the longer you live and the more time you have to do something good with your life. Something that you haven't done before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, Happy birthday Pah....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Walaupun taun ini anid gak bisa cium tangan papa waktu ngucapin selamat, but I hope you know that I really admire and appreciate all things you've done for us. And I hope you have longevity to keep teaching us how to face the world wisely. Like you do with your life so far... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luv ya.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071290032232331074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RmDXalwv90I/AAAAAAAAAC0/sP-jIzCqL5k/s320/Narcissistic028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-3664993566722054641?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/3664993566722054641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=3664993566722054641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/3664993566722054641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/3664993566722054641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/06/birthday-tradition.html' title='Birthday Tradition'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RmDezlwv91I/AAAAAAAAAC8/c0J1rOdrsm0/s72-c/42-17690709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-6259041487951168075</id><published>2007-05-29T10:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T12:11:16.896+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help! I'm a victim</title><content type='html'>We always know that the World's no longer safe. Bahaya bisa terjadi dimana-mana. Penodongan, perampokan, bahkan lagi asyik-asyiknya belajar ngebahas rumus di kampuspun kita bisa jadi korban pembunuhan psikopat. Kita tau itu karena media hobi banget memberitakan berbagai kejadian yg notabene sangat mengerikan terjadi di sekitar kita. Tapi toh kita tetep bisa berjalan sendirian dengan santai di malam hari tanpa rasa waswas berlebihan. Tidak sampai kita merasakan sendiri ujung mata pisau menusuk leher kita, barulah kita tau bahwa kita telah menjadi korban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ternyata bahaya gak cuma mengancam secara fisik. Dengan berat hati gw mengakui that &lt;strong&gt;I have been a victim&lt;/strong&gt;. Korban dari permainan perasaan yg gw kobarkan sendiri. Bego ya. Main-main api sendiri, kebakar sendiri, jadinya sekarang bengong sendiri... Jijik banget deh lo kalo liat, habis Isya kamar udah gelap, sayup-sayup kedengeran suara Diana Krall yg jazzy mellow yellow sambil terlihat gw yg bengong galau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya media yg rajin ngasih tau bahayanya dunia luar, temen-temen deket gw jg rajin ngingetin gw buat hati-hati. Dari hasil brainstorming (baca: curhat) tiap malem, mereka memaparkan poin-poin negatif yg akan gw hadapi selama gw memilih berpihak pada this weird love yg entah dari mana datengnya ini. Tapi namanya jg cewe, feeling comes first, beat the rationality. Deep down I know the consequences, but I chose not to listen dan memilih bergabung dengan euforia memabukkan yg kadang nyata kadang cuma bayangan doang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's how I know that I'm in danger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm tired...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of playing this game. It's fun at first, but... I'm tired of guessing. I'm tired of reading mind. I'm tired of analysing my and his true feelings. I'm tired of hiding behind silence that wrap up our relationship (I don't even know what kind of relationship we have!). I'm tired of pretending. I'm tired of running away from reality. I'm tired of running in this fuckin circle where I'll fall in love with him all over again whenever he gets so charming and try to steal my heart away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's enough. &lt;strong&gt;I'm through.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-6259041487951168075?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/6259041487951168075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=6259041487951168075&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/6259041487951168075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/6259041487951168075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/05/help-im-victim.html' title='Help! I&apos;m a victim'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-2143776834351293095</id><published>2007-05-21T13:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T13:48:18.015+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless the Losers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's to those who love not too wisely, know not wisely, but too well&lt;br /&gt;To the girl who sighs with envy when she hears that wedding bell&lt;br /&gt;To the guy who'd throw a party if he knew someone to call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to those who drink their dinners when that lady doesn't show&lt;br /&gt;To the girl who'll wait for kisses underneath that mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;To the lonely summer lovers when the leaves begin to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the last toast of the evening, here's to those who still believe&lt;br /&gt;All the losers will be winners, all the givers shall receive&lt;br /&gt;Here's to trouble-free tomorrows, may your sorrows all be small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's to the losers, bless them all...!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(Frank Sinatra)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-2143776834351293095?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/2143776834351293095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=2143776834351293095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/2143776834351293095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/2143776834351293095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/05/bless-losers.html' title='Bless the Losers!'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-4677235524864041738</id><published>2007-05-19T10:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T11:42:30.049+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tujuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada tujuh orang yg mengajukan pertanyaan itu. Ternyata om-tante gw lebih kreatif dari yg gw kira. Memang sih ada dua om yg to the point nanya &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"kapan kawin"&lt;/span&gt; dan gw jawab dengan tersenyum simpul (maksudnya simpulkan sendiri...), tapi yg lain nanya kaya gini :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tante&lt;/strong&gt; : "Mbak, jarak mantu dari yg sebelumnya kok lama banget tho... Aku seneng lho kalo ada yg mantenan gini, jadi bisa jalan2 sekaligus kumpul keluarga"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nyokap&lt;/strong&gt; : (senyum doang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gw&lt;/strong&gt; : (dalam hati: aduh masa tante rela mengorbankan masa depanku cuma biar bisa ngegosip asyik sm tante2 yg laen seeh!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Om&lt;/strong&gt; : "udh punya pacar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gw&lt;/strong&gt; : "ini sambil nyari om.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;om&lt;/strong&gt; : "hahahaha..., dulu 3 anak om itu begitu lulus langsung nikah semua, masa kamu gak punya pacar wkt kuliah dulu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gw&lt;/strong&gt; : "ya pacaran wkt kuliah mah kuliah aja om, kalo udh kerja cari lagi..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;om&lt;/strong&gt; : "ya jgn lama-lama nyarinya, kasian papamu udh gak sabar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bokap&lt;/strong&gt; : (berusaha keras tersenyum ramah, pdhl gw tau he really hates this kind of conversation hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tante&lt;/strong&gt; : "mbak anid, anaknya uchie udh gede lho, lucu banget..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gw&lt;/strong&gt; : "oh bagus dong tante" (awalnya gw mo blg, 'trus kenapa tante?' tp kayanya gak sopan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tante&lt;/strong&gt; : "gak pengen mbak?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gw&lt;/strong&gt; : "masih pengen gendong kucing dulu tante, lebih gak repot ngasih makannya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;om&lt;/strong&gt; : "om tunggu undangannya ya..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gw&lt;/strong&gt; : "sama om"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;om&lt;/strong&gt; : "lho kok sama? km nunggu undangan siapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gw&lt;/strong&gt; : "ya undangan saya sendiri, penasaran, kapan ya saya bikin undangan..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tante&lt;/strong&gt; : "Arvin udah, atri udah, tinggal anid tho yg belum..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nyokap&lt;/strong&gt; : "masih ada Kaka"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gw&lt;/strong&gt; : "iya, urut absen dong tante..." (semangat, merasa menang krn ada backup answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tante&lt;/strong&gt; : "ah, anak cowo mah biasanya masih mau berpetualang dulu, wajar kalo adeknya nyusul duluan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gw&lt;/strong&gt; : @*&amp;amp;$&gt;^*^$#?!!%! damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tujuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain miris, &lt;strong&gt;my 7cm high heel was killing me like hell!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I always thought that high heel is sexy though I rarely use it. Ternyata yg orang-orang bilang beautiful equal painful tuh bener adanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tujuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meskipun gw gak menemukan eligible bachelor alias high quality jomblo disana, tp td mlm gw tidur bahagia berkat &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Grilled fish, Wiener Steak, Pempek, Mie Kocok, Baso Tahu, Zupa-zupa dan Waffle Ice Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... mmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;yummmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-4677235524864041738?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/4677235524864041738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=4677235524864041738&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/4677235524864041738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/4677235524864041738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/05/wedding-report.html' title='Wedding Report'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-2925189383963478708</id><published>2007-05-16T10:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T12:18:34.598+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marital Syndrome Part.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kata mas Jamie Cullum "...I'm a twenty something, leave me alone!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Twenty something"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maksudnya jumlah umur berkepala dua, yang bikin kita males buat ngaku, apalagi nyebut angka pastinya, terutama kalau didepan orang yang lebih muda... Secara umum, mereka yg ada dalam kategori ini adl mereka yg udh lulus kuliah, bekerja dan (mencoba) hidup mandiri. Nahh, if you're a single twenty something, lo pasti sebel baget kalo udah ada yang namanya kumpul keluarga terutama pas kawinan sodara. Because everyone will ask this boring yet hateful question...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Kapan kawin???!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haduuuuhh... Jumat ini kan gw musti dateng ke kawinan sepupu!! Mana sepupu gw itu ce angk'99 lagi. Maksud gw... She's just 2 years older than me. Dulu waktu kita dateng ke kawinan sepupu kita yg lain, dia masih jadi tameng gw. Jadi kalo ada tante ato bude yg nanya "... anid kapan nyusul?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jawaban standar gw "...Ntar abis mbak Tuska tante, nghormatin yg lebih tua dulu...".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pfffiuuuuh... selamet....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapi kondangan besok nasibku gimanaaaa.....!!! Tidaaaak!!!!! (berlebihan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Huhuhuhuhu.... Benci. Coba ada kakak gw ya, that would've been much easier hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pertama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; gw harus nyiapin perfect outfit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; indicates me as an attractive single woman ('coz Wedding party is the most potential place to meet eligible bachelor, right ladies?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;edua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, I should prepare an answer for that damn question. Kalo ngikutin jawaban Ringo yang kawin bulan May.. maybe yes, may be no, udah basi banget deh. What kind of smart answer which not making me looks like a pathetic person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm.... I wonder what would that be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gimana kalo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tipe langsung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q: "jadi kapan kamu menikah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A: "oh segera, sesudah ada yang ngelamar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tipe tidak langsung tapi kurang diplomatis :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q: "sudah waktunya kamu berpikir tentang pernikahan. buat apa ditunda-tunda"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A: "kalau menikah itu bisa dilakukan sendiri, pasti udah dari dulu saya nikah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q: "menikah sendiri itu kayak apa?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A: "ya married to myself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tipe tidak langsung dan makin gak diplomatis :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q: "Mamamu itu sudah ingin menimang cucu dari kamu, mbok cepet tho.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A: "Kalo mau cucu sih bisa aja, tp kalo ga pake acara nikah boleh gak?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tipe tidak langsung dan diplomatis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q: "bude pingin maesi (merias) saat pernikahanmu, tapi bude sudah semakin tua... hiks hiks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A: Ikut berlinang air mata tapi bukan karena terharu bude makin tua, lebih karena "aduh bude, jaman sekarang nyari pacar sama nyari kerja tuh 11-12 susahnya..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tipe tidak langsung sangat diplomatis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q : Kapan mau nikah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A : Lg ngitung hari baik nih tante, ada usul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q : O.K. kita hitung dulu, Emangnya mau nikah sama siapa? tanggal lahirnya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A : Nah itu dia, tante ada usul cowok baik yang punya tanggal lahir baik gak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wah bo, kok gw malah makin keliatan pathetic ya? Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, do you have any better answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-2925189383963478708?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/2925189383963478708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=2925189383963478708&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/2925189383963478708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/2925189383963478708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/05/marital-syndrome-part2.html' title='Marital Syndrome Part.2'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-2380984699386042459</id><published>2007-05-11T16:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:07:44.237+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes Wannabe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:100%;" &gt;Yaaay...&lt;br /&gt;The new season of Heroes is coming right up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Senangnyaaaa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, basically, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heroes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is just like any other movies about some 'freaks' who have extraordinary power way beyond their common kinsman. Tapi bukan mutant kaya x-men, superman, spiderman or any Marvel Comic's gitu. Kayanya sih kekuatan yg didapat berusaha dibuat senatural mungkin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(at least mereka gak tinggal di kota dengan nama aneh kaya Gotham City or Metropolis and they're not wearing any stupid outfit with various material and color.... yet. God, I hope they wouldn't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapi seru kok. Soalnya tokoh-tokohnya suka gak ketebak siapa punya kekuatan apa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RkUyFKVDL7I/AAAAAAAAACk/Shu3g_sKqdo/s1600-h/42-15792618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063508420301369266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RkUyFKVDL7I/AAAAAAAAACk/Shu3g_sKqdo/s320/42-15792618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun gw ngikutin Smallvile dan suka banget sm Hugh Jackman in his Wolferine suit, usually, those kind of movies were not really my favorite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Abis nonton film superheroes apapun, biasanya temen-temen (cowo) gw selalu berujar &lt;em&gt;"....hmmm, I wish I have what thay have.....".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Man, gw suka mikir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Jadi superheroes itu bukannya kinda sucks? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm, gimana yah.... When it happens in real life, it must have been very pathetic to fly around the town, saving people's sorry ass with your superhuman power and stood your dates up all night long because of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Malesnya punya kekuatan super:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;li&gt;You could ruined love relationship and causing you lack of social live since you have to keep your secret identity by yourselves,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exhausted in the morning in doing so &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(yang mo mijetin siapa coba, otot semua gitu! Ntar kalo dikerokin bukannya muncul garis-garis merah malah keluar simbol kryptonite).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being a superheroes could also distracted your concentration so you can't get your work done and no credit whatsoever for doing the ability. Semua orang pasti butuh apresiasi atas hasil kerjanya. Bo'ong aja kalo enggak.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet, what I've been through for these past years had proved me wrong. Though I aint got any of such capability except making uncooked waffle, failed love live, bahkan bikin usaha accessories yang cuma menghasilkan satu kalung dalam satu tahun hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know a man who always have faith, support, and respect his children no matter what, and a woman who always remind everyone around her (especially her kids) to always remember and pray to God because we're nothing without God's blessing (that's my mum and dad!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RkUtwaVDL4I/AAAAAAAAACM/dByi5G8rKNU/s1600-h/42-17613448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063503665772572546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RkUtwaVDL4I/AAAAAAAAACM/dByi5G8rKNU/s200/42-17613448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've met an ordinary woman who turns no ordinary at all when she's giving her everything, gladly, regretlessly, for the sake of an orderly living of her family and all of her surroundings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A wonderful guy who looks like he doesn't give a shit with other people's business but turns out to be a dedicated, sweet, caring and thoughtful person. Someone who unexpectedly you can trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friends who support others when having troubles, give a guidance when we chose the wrong path, always share some great and positive advices, never say anything bad behind our back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mereka semua hebat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; They are all my heroes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They've touched my whole aspects of living and I could never be the same again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I believe that we have those kinds of people living and breathing around us if we could only widened our eyes to the long-lost perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,204,204)"&gt;Bukannya that's what we are for each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-2380984699386042459?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/2380984699386042459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=2380984699386042459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/2380984699386042459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/2380984699386042459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/05/heroes.html' title='Heroes Wannabe'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RkUyFKVDL7I/AAAAAAAAACk/Shu3g_sKqdo/s72-c/42-15792618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-3388029067154037244</id><published>2007-05-08T14:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:07:44.631+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinta...???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A good friend of mine once dared me to write something about love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wahh....&lt;/span&gt; Berat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ini nih yang namanya satu kata berjuta makna. Gw tau apa ttg cinta?&lt;br /&gt;Lagian berasa gak dipercaya gitu kalo seorang jomblo kaya gw ngomong soal cinta hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062119861669539698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RkBDMaVDL3I/AAAAAAAAACE/BZ-uNsMr1j4/s320/buku+sobek+anid+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masalahnya, definisi gw ttg cinta dan segala atribut yg melekat di dalamnya selalu berubah dari waktu ke waktu. Pengalaman di masa lalu, pertemuan dengan orang-orang baru, penyesuaian pemikiran dan karakter, berbagi cerita dan pengalaman ttg cinta dg orang lain membuat gw gak punya definisi yang jelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dulu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dulu yang gw tau, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cinta adalah pengorbanan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Berbekal pedoman bahwa nobody's perfect, gw merasa bahwa tiap masalah pasti ada solusinya. Gw selalu berusaha menyelami karakter pasangan gw sambil melakukan penyesuaian agar hubungan kita berjalan lebih seimbang no matter how hard and bitter it was for me. Karena gw pikir kalo gak ada yg mau ngalah ya it won't work out for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back then it turned out to be a &lt;strong&gt;mistake&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I sacraficed way too much without proper feedback from my partner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is true that scrafices in some way are needed. Tapi udah gak bener kalau cuma sebelah pihak doang yang mau berkompromi. Gw sih bisa-bisa aja meminimalkan ego gw biar ritme kita sama dan jauh dari masalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kan gak bisa gitu terus.... Enak di dia gak enak di gw dong.&lt;br /&gt;Emang gw pacaran sm tembok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dimana semangat cintanyaaaaaaa....?!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Capek banget kalo cuma gw berjuang sendirian... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No wonder berat badan gw dulu gak pernah bisa lebih dari 41kg hehehe... (jangan tanya berat gw sekarang!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kemudian...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Berbekal pengalaman masa lalu, gw malah jadi sibuk sendiri untuk mendefinisikan hal-hal dan kriteria apa aja dari seorang pria yang harus gw hindari di kemudian hari. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maksudnya biar gw gak perlu berkorban sebesar dulu sehingga hidup gw bisa lebih mudah dan gw bisa lebih menikmati indahnya cinta (halah, jijay bajay!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal-hal kaya good sense of humour, good confidence, family person, kemampuan untuk sharing, mau berbaur dengan keluarga dan teman-teman gw, dll gitu deh... Di otak gw sih itu hal-hal yg simpel tp penting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, ada temen gw bilang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...it's way too detail, and it will took you a long time to find a guy like that!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... memang sih, kesannya picky bgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But believe it or not, I did find the perfect guy who matched it. Kalo diliat dari luar we'd look like a great couple. Almost. Kenapa almost? Karena ternyata gw ngerasa ada satu hal penting yang kelewat... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;comfort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the other hand, I met a guy who completely different in most aspects of my life termasuk kriteria-kriteria yg udh gw sebutin td. And I guarantee other people would judge me if I dated that guy. Kita beda banget. Even buat ngaku suka pun gw masih takut dengerin apa kata orang. But we have one thing powerful in common.... ya &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;comfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;itu tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... sebentar... sebentar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kok??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Gw jadi bingung.&lt;br /&gt;Ada yang salah tampaknya. Salah di otak gw atau gimana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jadi yg mana dong yg bener??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedoman gw ttg cinta jd ngeblur lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Wahh, terlalu banyak merumuskan teori tentang cinta gak baik juga ya.&lt;br /&gt;Kaya bumerang, it'll hit us hard back in the face. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Oouuuch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ternyata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Gw jd tau kalo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cinta itu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kadang menyebalkan karena dia bersifat &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;absurd, bizzare, and irrational&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; alias gak mudah ditebak jatohnya sama siapa dan dimana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kemudian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Seiring bergantinya hari dan kejadian-kejadian kecil yg gw alami, gw juga mulai sadar bahwa &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cinta itu gak tumbuh dan berkembang secara otomatis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It takes conscious practice and awareness. Harus ada keinginan, kesabaran dan kerja keras antara kedua belah pihak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sekarang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Kalau mau bicara tentang cinta, pedoman gw adalah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-3388029067154037244?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/3388029067154037244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=3388029067154037244&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/3388029067154037244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/3388029067154037244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-friend-of-mine-once-asked-me-to.html' title='Cinta...???'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RkBDMaVDL3I/AAAAAAAAACE/BZ-uNsMr1j4/s72-c/buku+sobek+anid+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-3770668538599277113</id><published>2007-05-07T10:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T12:06:00.076+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question Mark</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;I'm broken down and hungry for your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;with no way to feed it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;Where are you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;You know how much I need it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;ometimes a man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;he gets carried away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;when he feels like he should be having his fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;And he's much &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;too blind to see the damage he's done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause sometimes a man &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;must awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;to find that really he has no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;So I'll wait for you and I'll burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;Will I ever see your sweet return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh will I ever learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;Oh lover, you should've come over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's not too late..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Uncountable thanks for Jamie Cullum.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how he did it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how he could vocalized my headache with such exact and powerful words...&lt;br /&gt;A headache that haunts me for the last few months...&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;".... Sometimes a man he gets carried away,&lt;br /&gt;when he feels like he should be having his fun&lt;br /&gt;And he's much too blind to see the damage he's done&lt;br /&gt;Cause sometimes a man must awake&lt;br /&gt;To find that really he has no one.... "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Word by word just hit me hard.&lt;br /&gt;And leave a big and bitter question mar&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;k in my heart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Will I ever see your sweet return?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;huhuhu... anyone... remind me not to write a blog again disaat gw lg galau :(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-3770668538599277113?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/3770668538599277113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=3770668538599277113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/3770668538599277113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/3770668538599277113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/05/question-mark.html' title='Question Mark'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-7372135376193341869</id><published>2007-05-01T13:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:07:45.111+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover</title><content type='html'>Well, for my case...&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge me based on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judes, jutek, sinis, dingin, menyebalkan....&lt;br /&gt;Huahahaha pasti banyak yang ngangguk-ngangguk diluar sana.&lt;br /&gt;Damn you. Damn all of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya mo gimana lagi bo, udah cetakan dari sononya kaya gini...&lt;br /&gt;Gw emang dikaruniai mata cantik yang kalo ngelirik bisa merobek kertas lebih tajam dari silet. Hmm... berlebihan ya bagian merobek kertasnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si 'Nda kemaren-kemaren ini baru cerita, ternyata waktu dia awal-awal pindah ke kost Ci8 dia tuh benciii banget gw.&lt;br /&gt;Katanya :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'di kost baru ada cewe yang jutek dan gak mau diajak senyum...!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, itu baru namanya berlebihan. Gak mungkin lah orang senyum masa gak dibales.&lt;br /&gt;Kata mama kan gak sopan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059492677419216722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RjbtyKVDL1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/WHZVCUVof2Y/s320/coba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atau jangan-jangan kalo menurut gw gw udah senyum selebar dan semanis mungkin, orang ngeliat garis bibir gw masih melengkung ke bawah kali ya?&lt;br /&gt;Yaaah itu kan bukan salah gw dong kalo loading dari niat ke muka agak lama...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RjbqWqVDL0I/AAAAAAAAABs/W6MvmGab5FQ/s1600-h/42-16461148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059488906437930818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RjbqWqVDL0I/AAAAAAAAABs/W6MvmGab5FQ/s200/42-16461148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trus, siapa tau kalo orang nganggep lirikan mata gw sinis bisa aja kan saat itu gw lagi laper-lapernya. Tau ungkapan jangan ganggu singa lapar kan? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you know that female lion is far more dangerous? Auuuum....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RjbpmaVDLzI/AAAAAAAAABk/onh2ZmvIHO8/s1600-h/42-16461148.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalo yang ini sih paling masuk akal dan sering terjadi. Apalagi gw jarang sarapan dan makan malem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(wah curiga bnyk comment gak bener abis ini...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Based on experiences of being judged repititiously&lt;/span&gt;, for me, judgement is the most unfair and meanest thing to do on socialization. I hate it when people do that. You really can't judge someone based on something you don't even know well. Kalau sudah berteman pun jangan pernah memberikan penilaian akan sikap orang yang gak sejalan sama kita. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenapa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pertama, deep down, tiap orang pasti punya alasan kenapa mereka melakukan hal itu. Dengerin dulu alasannya apa baru beri komentar (itupun kalau diminta). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never, never say that's the right thing to do nor the wrong one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kita tau apa sih tentang benar atau salah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lagipula kita gak pernah tau pengalaman apa yang mendorong orang berbuat hal yang gak kena di pikiran kita. Mungkin sesuatu yang kita sendiri belum pernah rasakan sebelumnya kaya didikan keluarga yg berbeda, trauma waktu kecil, atau masalah dengan orang tua mungkin... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai contoh, kan sering tuh ada orang yang suka nuduh orang lain: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"ih dia tuh tajir tapi pelit deh"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coba dilihat lagi, pelit, hemat, irit, atau udah punya perhitungan sendiri ttg alokasi duitnya? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Percayalah, kadang-kadang orang dengan segudang barang branded di tubuhnya belum tentu duitnya lancar juga. Bermobil tp gak mampu beli bensin ya sarua keneh... Atau mungkin kalimat yang bener.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'gak mampu beli bensin karena buat beli mobil'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; huahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coba deh melihat suatu masalah dari berbagai sudut pandang biar kita bisa memberi penilaian yang lebih adil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember!! Watch your tongue, watch your mouth... Koreksi diri sendiri dulu sebelum kita mengoreksi orang lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-7372135376193341869?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/7372135376193341869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=7372135376193341869&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/7372135376193341869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/7372135376193341869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/04/dont-judge-book-by-its-cover.html' title='Don&apos;t Judge A Book By Its Cover'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RjbtyKVDL1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/WHZVCUVof2Y/s72-c/coba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-537775442045375302</id><published>2007-04-24T11:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:07:45.800+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magelang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='village'/><title type='text'>Childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't you remember your childhood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemarin gw, Indra sm mas Adi berbagi cerita ttg pengalaman masa kecil kita. Seru banget. Soalnya kita sama-sama tumbuh di kota kecil yang nuansa alam pedesaannya masih cukup kental. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It makes me think.... How far does nature influences our behaviour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, for instance..&lt;br /&gt;Masih kecium aroma ubi merah &amp; kacang panjang muda yang nangkring di rumah tanpa penghuni di sebelah, minta buat dipetik. Nyolong maksudnya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bikin basecamp sm anak-anak tetangga di atas pohon jambu air trus nimpukin orang lewat pake biji jambu (mending kalo jambunya masih utuh!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bikin terompet dari daun pisang atau batang padi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maen layangan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Masak-masakan pake daun kering dan benalu yang suka tumbuh di atas pager hidup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ngubek-ubek lumpur nyari cacing buat mancing atau nyari bayam liar buat di goreng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nyolong tebu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maen di kali. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nangkep kodok ijo trus diiket pake tali dan tongkat buat nakut-nakutin tukang yang lagi bangun rumah sebelah (huahaha... lagian tentara kok takut kodok! yang bener ajaaa...!!!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dorong-dorangan di pematang sawah sampe salah satu dari kita kejebur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(hmmm... kalo ini emang agak ndeso banget sih, tapi... puas!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bo, gw dulu nakal juga ya... Gak nyangka tuanya santun gini... ck ck ck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/Ri2HV0B-f-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/UvItcrwWNcA/s1600-h/sawah.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056846765420871650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/Ri2HV0B-f-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/UvItcrwWNcA/s200/sawah.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/Ri2HV0B-f_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/pSRShbje8xw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056846765420871666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/Ri2HV0B-f_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/pSRShbje8xw/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/Ri2HV0B-gAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_laUzdWjo0E/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056846765420871682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/Ri2HV0B-gAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_laUzdWjo0E/s200/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;ut I think, that's a very valuable experience. Priceless malah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inget banget gara2 itu temen2 kuliah gw manggil gw 'Si Gadis Desa'. Ya gimana enggak, disaat they're trying to stand on one foot with their &lt;em&gt;'toe shoes' &lt;/em&gt;or perhaps practising some mozart tune on their piano or violin, gw lagi panik lari-lari dikejar segerombolan angsa yang paruhnya nyosor kemana-mana. They got money, newest technology and informations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061717118291226466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/Rj7U5qVDL2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/zyf2PqsQogw/s320/Resize+of+-nidnod-005a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapi percaya kan, kalo si gadis desa ini dulu jadi satu-satunya cewe di kelompok Struktur &amp; Konstruksi kita yang berani survey manjat atap &amp;amp; berkotor-kotor di lumpur waktu belajar pondasi? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di magelang, kalo ada tetangga lewat jangan cuma disapa tapi anggukin kepala sambil pasang senyum lebar. Kalo mo lewat di depan orang tua badan harus bungkuk, tangan di sebelah dengkul sambil bilang 'nuwun sewu'. Kita tumbuh tanpa mengenal status dan uang sebagai media untuk bersosialisasi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yang muda hukumnya fardlu 'ain untuk menghormati yang lebih tua. Alam mengajarkan kita untuk selalu grateful, bersyukur atas keadaan yang kita miliki apapun itu. Bekerja keras, gimana dengan lampu teplok yang nyalanya kanan-kiri, naik-turun tp harus belajar buat ujian besok (kasian banget sih!). We learn to stay humble, sederhana dan tidak sombong...&lt;br /&gt;Hohohoho kok baik-baik semua komentarnya ya hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bener loh, coba deh.. Kenapa Dik Doang sampe bikin sekolah bawah pohon di pinggir sungai. Kenapa perumahan-perumahan di kawasan cibubur menawarkan fasilitas outbond tradisioanal kaya naik egrang ato nanem padi dengan harga yg gak murah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin buat ngingetin kita kalo alam punya caranya sendiri untuk mengajarkan hal-hal yang gak bisa didefinisikan dengan uang dan teknologi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-537775442045375302?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/537775442045375302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=537775442045375302&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/537775442045375302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/537775442045375302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/04/anid-si-gadis-desa.html' title='Childhood'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/Ri2HV0B-f-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/UvItcrwWNcA/s72-c/sawah.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-3955306701082282726</id><published>2007-04-20T15:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:07:45.897+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='difference'/><title type='text'>What do differences want us to do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/Rih6kEB-f9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/_ItFYZi98So/s1600-h/Narcissistic025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055425341699293138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/Rih6kEB-f9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/_ItFYZi98So/s200/Narcissistic025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang gw suka mikir dan bingung sendiri...&lt;br /&gt;Orang bilang perbedaan itu adalah suatu hal yang indah. Ya memang sih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, sampe sejauh mana sih perbedaan itu bisa ditoleransi?&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa kita bisa cocok sm orang satu tp gak cocok sm orang lain?&lt;br /&gt;Kalo perbedaan itu indah bukankah harusnya kita bisa cocok sm semua orang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta admit, sebeda-bedanya orang pasti ada benang merah yang mengikat kita. Yang membuat kita merasa cocok dan nyaman baik dalam berteman maupun berpasangan.&lt;br /&gt;What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang ini gw berteman deket sm 2 org co yg berkarakter beda. Well, the three of us has our own differences. Hobi beda, background pendidikan apalagi, music, agama, usia juga terpaut jauh. Kalo mo nonton bioskop paling repot nentuin film apa yg bisa kita tonton ber3. Pola pikir juga kadang nyambung kadang nggak. Yg satu cerewet, yg laen pendiem. Banyak deh. Tapi kenapa kita bisa cocok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMOUR&lt;br /&gt;Gaya bercanda ternyata penting banget. Humour tells everything. Gak cuma nentuin ketertarikan dan pemikiran kita akan sesuatu tp juga tingkat intelektualitas kita. Apalagi kalo kita bisa saling berbalas joke. You must feel a great connection with that person. Buat gw, ini faktor pertama dan utama yg menentukan tingkat kedekatan gw sm seseorang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUST&lt;br /&gt;Yang paling gw salut dari mereka berdua adalah I can savely tell all my secrets, tanpa harus takut mereka bakal cerita ke orang lain atau... yg lebih parah... menggunakan cerita kita sebagai bahan celaan buat di kemudian hari. Dan yang pasti, a good friend would never says anything bad behind their back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOLERANCE&lt;br /&gt;Walau kita deket, tp kita punya sikap toleransi yg besar satu sama lain. Lo mau cerita I'm all ears, even your shoulder to cry on. Tp kalo gak ya kita gak maksa. Ntar kalo mo cerita kan cerita sendiri. Deket bkn berarti ikut campur pribadi orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPPORT&lt;br /&gt;Buat gw, support lebih kepada tau memposisikan diri sebagai partner. Compromize. Tau kapan bersandar dan menjadi tempat sandaran. It's the essence of relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna have a long lasting and comfortable relationship with someone, perhaps you should consider those things too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-3955306701082282726?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/3955306701082282726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=3955306701082282726&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/3955306701082282726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/3955306701082282726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-do-differences-want-us-to-do.html' title='What do differences want us to do?'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/Rih6kEB-f9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/_ItFYZi98So/s72-c/Narcissistic025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-2167517690315220261</id><published>2007-04-19T11:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T11:32:00.143+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marital Syndrome</title><content type='html'>Busyet deh...&lt;br /&gt;Buka milis Smunsa Magelang'01 isinya berita pernikahan semua. Gak buka milis beberapa hari aja udh ada 4 orang yg dikabarin nikah. Congratz buat mereka semua. &lt;br /&gt;Belum lagi ada yang posting isinya menganjurkan mereka-mereka yang belum menikah untuk segera mempersiapkan pelaminan didasarkan pada ayat-ayat Al-Quran dan Hadits. Pusing gak lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan gak mau sih, tp sama siapanya itu lho... hehehe. Nyari pasangan hidup kan gak kaya nyari kacang rebus. Kalo kacang rebus mah nyari jam 12 malem juga pasti jualan tuh di simpang dago depan PLN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin gini.&lt;br /&gt;Sindrom pernikahan di kota kecil dan kota besar itu berbeda. &lt;br /&gt;Bukannya membela diri lho ya...&lt;br /&gt;Ngeliat contoh kasus anak-anak ITB dan Unpar aja deh yg deket. Kuliah aja udah penuh persaingan. Begitu lulus apalagi. Apalagi disini kita gak kenal perbedaan gender dalam hal pendidikan dan karir. Kuliah di perguruan tinggi terkemuka menjadikan married is not an option. Gimana caranya kita bisa mengaplikasikan pengetahuan yang kita pelajari secara susah payah. Kita butuh aktualisasi  dan apresiasi terhadap kemampuan dan karya kita. Otomatis orang-orang bakal bersaing buat masuk ke perusahaan-perusahaan yang bergengsi dan bergaji tinggi dan bikin orang laen ngiler.&lt;br /&gt;S2 juga pilihan favorit temen2 gw yg lain. Bayangin aja temen-temen deket gw waktu kuliah dulu sekarang pd S2 semua. Ada yang ke ITB, unpar, UI, Prasmul, IPB juga ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau gw pribadi (selain emang belum nemu 'the one')...&lt;br /&gt;Cewe harus bisa nunjukin kemampuan yang dia punya. Cewe juga berhak untuk punya kemapanan baik secara personal, karir maupun finansial (bikin bisnis kecil-kecilan di rumah yang dikelola dengan baik juga merupakan karir lho).&lt;br /&gt;Jangan sampai tergantung sama suami walaupun nafkah utama teuteup dari suami. Apalagi kebutuhan cewe kan buanyak banget. Boleh dong uang gaji kita sebagian (besar) kita pake buat manjain diri di salon, spa &amp; ralaxation, shopping ato ngapain aja. Malu dong kalo untuk urusan pribadi kita kok nagihnya ke orang laen (walaupun banyak cewe-cewe yg gak mau repot, tinggal cari aja co tajir beres deh... ya itu terserah mereka)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gw percaya kalo kodrat ce memang untuk berpasangan dan melayani keluarganya dengan perhatian dan cinta kasih. Setinggi-tinginya karir, sebesar-besarnya gaji, tetepa aja ce harus tau dapur, beresin rumah dan memberikan yang terbaik untuk keluarga mereka. Itu yang selalu ditekankan oleh mama-papaku tercinta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-2167517690315220261?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/2167517690315220261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=2167517690315220261&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/2167517690315220261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/2167517690315220261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/04/marital-syndrome.html' title='Marital Syndrome'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-5213183058667155204</id><published>2007-04-19T11:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:07:46.135+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cisitu indah 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='air soft gun'/><title type='text'>The Other Impact of hobbies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RjayD6VDLvI/AAAAAAAAABE/jOwQJd1R7EI/s1600-h/Narcissistic015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059427011664228082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RjayD6VDLvI/AAAAAAAAABE/jOwQJd1R7EI/s200/Narcissistic015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RjawFKVDLuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/d9k7aiWMhzU/s1600-h/Fort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059424834115808994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RjawFKVDLuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/d9k7aiWMhzU/s200/Fort.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm... Lets say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AK-47, Feet per second, Close Quarters Battle, flanking, google, magazine, riffle, bullet, trigger, willy, aryo, alvin, ferdinand dan rangga malela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu adalah sekumpulan kata-kata yang hampir tiap hari gw denger di Cisitu Indah 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang-abang gw tersayang memang udh 2-3 bln terakhir ini getol banget maen Air Soft Gun. Tujuannya beda-beda. Ada yang hobinya ngutak-atik perangkat luarnya aja, cat sana sini lah, dipotong lah, modif terus. Ada yang hobinya ngutak-atik mesinnya aja. Gimana caranya dengan uang dan peralatan terbatas bisa nambah kecepatan si senjata. Ada yg seneng taktik perangnya doang. Ada juga yg cuma ikut-ikutan aja.&lt;br /&gt;Weekend adalah waktu tersibuk. Nyiapin peralatan, outfit, berjam-jam nge-charge batrei,dll. And playtime on sunday in a real battlefield (well, not a 'real' one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di kostan sendiri reaksinya beda-beda. Ada yang tertarik tp gak berniat ikutan, ada juga yang menganggap apa yg mereka lakukan cuma buang-buang uang doang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo gw sih...&lt;br /&gt;Hobi apapun jenisnya adalah suatu hal yang positif. Refreshing. Gives passion to our life. Ease our trouble away, but as long as it still in a positive way dan gak ngerugiin oran loh ya... Mo buang-buang duit kek, itu kan duit-duit mereka. Mo pada jual handphone, komputer, ya terserah mereka.&lt;br /&gt;Apalagi buat para pria. Cowo itu harus punya hobi lho. Apalagi kalo umur mereka udh 25th keatas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Indra berteori, hobi itu menjauhkan pria dari bermain wanita. Men in their midlife crisis adalah kasus yang paling riskan. Hmmm... Benarkah? Coba cari contoh di sekitar kita deh. Kebanyakan pria-pria yang suka selingkuh, dugem berlebihan atau gonta-ganti ce ga jelas biasanya gak punya hobi yg bisa mereka lakukan di waktu luang mereka. Gak ada penyaluran positif kasarnya mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terbukti dengan beberapa anak2 di kostan, sejak menekuni dunia Air Soft, kostan bebas dari ce-ce ga jelas juntrungannya. Hehehehe maap buat yg kesepet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang bingung juga sm cewe-cewe yang sering ngelarang pacar atau suami mereka untuk melakukan hobinya. Harusnya jangan dong. Selama itu masih positif dan bisa bagi waktu dengan baik ya let men do whatever they want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bete karena jadi dicuekin? Ya gak lah... Semua punya waktu masing-masing. Tiap orang butuh waktu to be with their own mind. Dengan hobi kita bisa bebas berekspresi. Bebas dari pemikiran negatif dan cukup ampuh untuk meredakan emosi, to calm ourselves. Just support your partner, or better yet, be there, try to be involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun status gw masih 'jomblo' hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gak ada salahnya kalau sekali-kali kita para wanita berpikir lewat kacamata pria. And start trying to find a hobby that you interested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-5213183058667155204?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/5213183058667155204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=5213183058667155204&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/5213183058667155204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/5213183058667155204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/04/other-impact-of-hobbies.html' title='The Other Impact of hobbies'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uaSoOZKnyeE/RjayD6VDLvI/AAAAAAAAABE/jOwQJd1R7EI/s72-c/Narcissistic015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768482778924440439.post-1045641156545345872</id><published>2007-04-19T11:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T11:26:10.888+07:00</updated><title type='text'>IELTS dan Tujuan Hidup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Setelah 2,5 bulan ngambil IELTS class di EEP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I started thinking... 'what was I thinking back then' hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I mean, I'm not a well planned person. I never plan anything specificly or organizely. I took IELTS just based on an idea 'mungkin kalo gw ngambil IELTS semangat gw buat nyari beasiswa -or even better, get a job overseas- bakal berkobar' ternyata... gak juga tuh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm still anid yang terlalu males untuk berpikir jauh kedepan dan terkonsep secara detail. Males cari2 info beasiswa dll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tinggal 2minggu lagi final test, tp malah malessss banget rasanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mungkin karena, gw gak berencana untuk ngambil International test dalam waktu dekat (apa sih, bahasa kok campur2!). IELTS beda sm TOEFL. Susah. Lebih ke aplikasi akademis. Bagaimana kita bisa membaca dan mengerti suatu wacana bhs inggris dengan cepat, mendengar dengan baik, menulis secara benar dengan kosakata bahasa yang terpelajar, dan yg pasti berbicara dengan lancar dan confident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kalo ngeliat temen2 yg laen yg ngambil IELTS bareng gw, beberapa merupakan ibu rumah tangga yang siap mengikuti suami ke aussie jd emang wajib ngambil test itu. Ada juga anak itb yg kayanya hidupnya udh terprogram sedemikian rupa sehingga dalam waktu yg sudah diperkirakan dia bakal berangkat nerusin sekolah ke jerman (itb banget hehehe.... maap). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ada juga aktivis LSM yg sangat concern di bidang aborsi, HIV/aids, dan sex bebas. Dan dia pengen bergabung sama organisasi PBB diluar sana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I mean, wow, that's great, they all have their own purposes and studying IELTS is a tool to get theirs. And their english is quite good actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gw berharap gw bisa nyusul mereka. Bisa punya tujuan dan arah hidup yang jelas dan terkonsep dengan baik. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Karena dengan begitu kita bisa lebih semangat ngejalanin hidup, gak gampang nyerah, and always want to improve our skill so we'd be a much better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768482778924440439-1045641156545345872?l=nid-nod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/feeds/1045641156545345872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4768482778924440439&amp;postID=1045641156545345872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/1045641156545345872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768482778924440439/posts/default/1045641156545345872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nid-nod.blogspot.com/2007/04/ielts-dan-tujuan-hidup.html' title='IELTS dan Tujuan Hidup'/><author><name>nidnod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09905570349976458958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos-519.friendster.com/e1/photos/91/53/66833519/1_251508856l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
