<?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-18419938</id><updated>2012-01-26T23:43:15.993+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...in my eyes...</title><subtitle type='html'>..life is a such a mysterious thing for it is what make life so wonderful..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-6521811402750653830</id><published>2012-01-26T23:34:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T23:40:36.972+07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span  &gt;aku manusia, ingin berkelana tapi takut meninggalkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;karena kamu mungkin tidak lagi menunggu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;karena aku mungkin akan terlewatkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;lalu aku akan kehilangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;dan kehilangan itu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;sebaik apapun penggantinya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;tetap saja namanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;kehillangan&lt;/span&gt;&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/18419938-6521811402750653830?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/6521811402750653830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Return to Pooh Corner - Kenny Loggins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Christopher Robin and I walked along&lt;br /&gt;Under branches lit up by the moon&lt;br /&gt;Posing our questions to Owl and Eeyore&lt;br /&gt;As our days disappeared all too soon&lt;br /&gt;But I've wandered much further today than I should&lt;br /&gt;And I can't seem to find my way back to the Wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So help me if you can &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to get back&lt;br /&gt;To the House at Pooh Corner by one&lt;br /&gt;You'd be surprised&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to be done&lt;br /&gt;Count all the bees in the hive&lt;br /&gt;Chase all the clouds from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie the Pooh doesn't know what to do &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a honey jar stuck on his nose&lt;br /&gt;He came to me asking help and advice&lt;br /&gt;And from here no one knows where he goes&lt;br /&gt;So I sent him to ask of the Owl if he's there&lt;br /&gt;How to loosen a jar from the nose of a bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to explain how a few precious things &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seem to follow throughout all our lives&lt;br /&gt;After all's said and done I was watching my son&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping there with my bear by his side&lt;br /&gt;So I tucked him in, I kissed him and as I was going&lt;br /&gt;I swear that the old bear whispered "Boy welcome home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me if you can &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally come back&lt;br /&gt;To the House at Pooh Corner by one&lt;br /&gt;What do you know&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to be done&lt;br /&gt;Count all the bees in the hive&lt;br /&gt;Chase all the clouds from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Back to the days of Christopher Robin&lt;br /&gt;Back to the ways of Christopher Robin&lt;br /&gt;Back to the days of Pooh&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/18419938-3116006785424750139?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/3116006785424750139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=3116006785424750139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/3116006785424750139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/3116006785424750139'/><link rel='alternate' 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hikmah darinya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ketika ego meraja..&lt;br /&gt;nafsu membara..&lt;br /&gt;adakah kau dapat menahan dirimu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ketika kecil kaurasa..&lt;br /&gt;kalah dirimu..&lt;br /&gt;adakah kau menyadarinya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hidup hanya sementara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/18419938-5850235694368222646?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/5850235694368222646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=5850235694368222646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/5850235694368222646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/5850235694368222646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-scribble.html' title='some scribble...'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-2213428829267097002</id><published>2009-11-03T23:54:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T07:50:57.559+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hanya manusia biasa - sebuah permohonan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Demi matahari dan sinarnya di pagi hari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Demi bulan apabila ia mengiringi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Demi siang hari bila menampakkan dirinya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Demi malam apabila ia menutupi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Demi langit beserta seluruh binaannya&lt;br /&gt;Demi bumi serta yang ada di hamparannya&lt;br /&gt;Demi jiwa dan seluruh penyempurnaannya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Allah, Subhanallah … Allah, Subhanallah&lt;br /&gt;Allah, Subhanallah … Allah, Subahanallah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Allah mengilhamkan sukma kefasikan dan ketaqwaan&lt;br /&gt;Beruntung bagi yang mensucikan-Nya&lt;br /&gt;Merugi bagi yang mengotori-Nya … Subhanallah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Snada - Demi Matahari)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seandainya aku bisa seperti itu...terus menerus meyakini bahwa semua yang kulakukan ini adalah berkat-Nya dan untuk-Nya, mungkin aku bisa berserah diri..mungkin aku bisa lebih damai dalam menjalani hidup..mungkin aku bisa lebih bahagia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seandainya aku bisa senantiasa yakin bahwa semua sifat buruk adalah sifat setan..sifat iblis..dan teramat sangat dibenci olehNya yang menguasaiku...mungkin aku bisa menjauhinya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tapi aku hanya manusia biasa..yang kerap terpengaruh lingkungan..yang belum mampu menutup hati, mata, dan telinga dari godaan duniawi..yang belum mampu memenangkan perang melawan egonya sendiri..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hanya manusia biasa yang, walaupun tampak seperti menjalani hidup yang lurus, teramat sangat bergelimang dosa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hanya manusia biasa yang hidup dengan hati kotor...yang senantiasa menginginkan nikmat duniawi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hanya manusia biasa yang sangat ingin kembali ke jalan yang benar..jalan yang diridhoi oleh penguasa hidupNya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maka, Ya Allah Ya Tuhanku Yang Maha Besar, tunjukkanlah jalanmu untukku..karena sesungguhnya diri ini hanya menginginkan hidup yang damai dan bahagia karena ridho-Mu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tolong...kuatkanlah aku dalam menghadapi semua ini...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18419938-2213428829267097002?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/2213428829267097002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=2213428829267097002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/2213428829267097002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/2213428829267097002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2009/11/hanya-manusia-biasa-sebuah-permohonan.html' title='hanya manusia biasa - sebuah permohonan'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-1921627052367176544</id><published>2009-09-16T14:42:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T16:36:27.750+07:00</updated><title type='text'>random lyrics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when everything is made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll always be a part of me..&lt;br /&gt;I'm part of you indefinitely..&lt;br /&gt;Boy, don't you know you can't escape me..&lt;br /&gt;ooh, darling..cause you'll always be my baby..&lt;br /&gt;and we'll linger on..&lt;br /&gt;time can't erase a feeling this strong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you, but I love you..I'm stuck on you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open up your mind and see like me,&lt;br /&gt;open up your plans and damn you're free..&lt;br /&gt;look into your heart and you'll find love, love, love, love..&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music of the moment people dance and sing..&lt;br /&gt;what a peaceful melody..&lt;br /&gt;It's our God-forsaken right to be loved, loved, loved, loved, loved...&lt;br /&gt;So I won't hesitate no more, no more..&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait I'm sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's no need to complicate..&lt;br /&gt;our time is short..&lt;br /&gt;this is our fate..&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh..let you dance away...&lt;br /&gt;don't you know...I'll stand by your side..&lt;br /&gt;yeah..fly away, fly away, fly away, fly to the top..&lt;br /&gt;fly forever...yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&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/18419938-1921627052367176544?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/1921627052367176544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=1921627052367176544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/1921627052367176544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/1921627052367176544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-lyrics.html' title='random lyrics...'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-6329214558594023728</id><published>2009-06-24T15:28:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:56:34.346+07:00</updated><title type='text'>out of my control</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;why must I be born in this shape?&lt;br /&gt;why must it has an expired date?&lt;br /&gt;why must people around me talking about that?&lt;br /&gt;all the time..all around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must she also do the same?&lt;br /&gt;why must she say it repeatedly? and repeatedly...&lt;br /&gt;doesn't she know that every single hope that she said adds another item on my burden list?&lt;br /&gt;coz I just wanna make her happy..eternally happy..&lt;br /&gt;and proud..eternally proud..&lt;br /&gt;forever and ever..&lt;br /&gt;but this time..it's out of my power..&lt;br /&gt;out of my control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I start to feel alienated..&lt;br /&gt;everytime they talk about it..&lt;br /&gt;always...everytime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz I'm hopeless..&lt;br /&gt;helpless..&lt;br /&gt;may be I'm senseless..&lt;br /&gt;or may be I'm just running away...&lt;br /&gt;there's no place for hope again in me..&lt;br /&gt;no place for dream..&lt;br /&gt;because I'm scared..scared to death..&lt;br /&gt;scared for disappointment that might wait ahead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because my experience tells me that if I ever want anything badly, I will never get it..&lt;br /&gt;so I might as well want nothing instead..&lt;br /&gt;&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/18419938-6329214558594023728?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/6329214558594023728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=6329214558594023728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/6329214558594023728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/6329214558594023728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2009/06/ou-of-my-control.html' title='out of my control'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-8500535748897248626</id><published>2009-02-14T17:43:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:49:44.919+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sneaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it shouldn't be here&lt;br /&gt;sneaking in..giving me another point of view..&lt;br /&gt;yet it's here..&lt;br /&gt;what can I do now..&lt;br /&gt;enjoy it, u said..&lt;br /&gt;don't avoid it..&lt;br /&gt;don't ever try to kill it..&lt;br /&gt;that's what u said..&lt;br /&gt;but again...&lt;br /&gt;it shouldn't be here, should it?&lt;br /&gt;giving me false hope..&lt;br /&gt;false fantasy..&lt;br /&gt;but, again..since u said so..&lt;br /&gt;I think I will try to..&lt;br /&gt;enjoy it..&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&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/18419938-8500535748897248626?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/8500535748897248626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=8500535748897248626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/8500535748897248626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;pengamen (lagi) dengan kaos bertuliskan 'aman dalam AMAN'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/18419938-5826062825515315374?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/5826062825515315374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=5826062825515315374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/5826062825515315374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/5826062825515315374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-unusual-things.html' title='random unusual things'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-7259656928254798645</id><published>2009-02-05T11:53:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:57:48.849+07:00</updated><title type='text'>daun piano</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dedaunan itu menari dibelai angin&lt;br /&gt;seperti jemari yang menari lincah di atas tuts piano&lt;br /&gt;dan aku pun tersenyum dibuatnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-7367253065040346612</id><published>2009-01-30T13:03:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:02:22.353+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tulisan teman-temanku bagus sekali..&lt;br /&gt;kapan ya aku bisa menulis sebagus mereka...?&lt;br /&gt;&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/18419938-7367253065040346612?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/7367253065040346612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-1739849332839434157</id><published>2009-01-28T11:48:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:28:16.805+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the day after the talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pembicaraan itu akhirnya terjadi kemarin..&lt;br /&gt;rahasia gelap itu pun terbuka..&lt;br /&gt;tapi..&lt;br /&gt;alih-alih merasa lega, gw malah ngerasa bersalah..&lt;br /&gt;when I asked my friend why I felt that way, her analysis was: because I am naturally a perfectionist, so upon knowing that my decision would cause imbalance, the guilt just come happily to me..&lt;br /&gt;making my mood swing the rest of the day..&lt;br /&gt;although in the end of the day, I've felt better (thanks to dini and those youtube videos she requested)&lt;br /&gt;I still feel I need to do another talk..&lt;br /&gt;to get everything straight..&lt;br /&gt;to make me feel 'plong'..&lt;br /&gt;although this talk might as well be an unimportant talk..&lt;br /&gt;just like my role here..unimportant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then..&lt;br /&gt;I start questioning whether my brain would ever grow again..&lt;br /&gt;'ga ada salahnya deket sama orang pinter'..I got that quote yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;memang...ga ada salahnya..&lt;br /&gt;karena automatically, kepintaran orang itu akan menular kepada siapapun yang dekat dengannya melalui berbagai interaksi yg dilakukan..&lt;br /&gt;disambungkan dengan keputusanku dan kekecewaannya akan ketidakmandirianku, aku mulai bertanya-tanya&lt;br /&gt;apakah masih ada kemungkinan bagi otakku untuk berkembang lagi?&lt;br /&gt;brain-stop is absolutely the thing I fear most in life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kemudian..&lt;br /&gt;hari ini aku berhasil berangkat lebih awal dari kebiasaan akhir-akhir ini...walaupun masih jauh terlambat dari komitmenku di awal dulu..&lt;br /&gt;dan aku juga menemukan kejadian lucu di kereta..&lt;br /&gt;ada 2 org ibu-ibu..dari pakaiannnya aku tau mereka adalah PNS..depdagri mungkin..&lt;br /&gt;dan berikut adalah secuplik pembicaraan mereka:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ibu 1: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blablabla&lt;/span&gt;..jadi aku ke surabaya dulu kan..trus nyebrang dari bakauheni..&lt;br /&gt;ibu 2: bakauheni? bukan bakauheni ah..bakauheni mah di lampung..&lt;br /&gt;ibu 1: oh..iya yah? apa yah itu namanya ya...&lt;br /&gt;ibu 2: bakauheni tuh klo nyebrang ke lampung..merak..bakauheni tuh..&lt;br /&gt;ibu 1: iya..emang nyebrang..dari bakauheni itu..nyebrang kesana..&lt;br /&gt;ibu 2: ya emang klo ke bali pasti pake nyebrang...tapi bakauheni tuh di lampung..masa lewat bakauheni..&lt;br /&gt;ibu 1: oh..iya ya...ya itulah pokoknya lewat nyebrang itu..trus lewat denpasar dulu kan baru sampe bali..&lt;br /&gt;ibu 2: (hening sesaat) yah..denpasar ya di bali..&lt;br /&gt;ibu 1: bukan..denpasar tuh bukan bali..(keukeuh..)&lt;br /&gt;ibu 2: ah..denpasar itu di bali ah..&lt;br /&gt;ibu 1: ye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;orang dari denpasar ke bali tuh masih 1 jam lagi..(bener2 yakin!)&lt;br /&gt;ibu 2: oh gitu ya..&lt;br /&gt;ibu 1: iya..pokoknya saya bilang saya mah kapok ke bali..jauh..capek..udah gitu cuma gitu doang..mana&lt;br /&gt;          makanannya babi gulung dimana-mana.. (red: ibu ini berjilbab)&lt;br /&gt;ibu 2: hm..iyah..emang makanannya tuh begitu...kalo naik pesawat tuh 1 jam seperempat kan yah..&lt;br /&gt;ibu 1: oh..1 jam seperempat? klo naik fery mah setengah jam sampe denpasar.. (masih keukeuh denpasar bukan&lt;br /&gt;         bali..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dlm hati gw mikir itu naik pesawat dari mana, yg ini naik fery dari mana..tapi mereka ga ngebahas itu..mala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;h..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ibu 1: kalo naik kereta ke surabaya tuh berapa lama coba..&lt;br /&gt;ibu 2: hm..9 jam..&lt;br /&gt;ibu 1: iya..9 jam dulu..sekarang mungkin lebih cepet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakwakwawww.....&lt;br /&gt;parah bener itu ibu...denpasar kok bisa bukan di bali itu gimana ceritanya coba...trus ke bali dari surabaya lewat bakauheni..walah...muter dong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, anyway..the point is..that was 1 funny moment and in normal condition, that would turn my mood good..&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;this time that didn't..I still feel like this..see? I don't even know how to put this feeling into word..&lt;br /&gt;khh...&lt;br /&gt;and I start wondering...has my sense gone numb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..he's here already..and the guilt start to come over me again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/18419938-1739849332839434157?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/1739849332839434157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=1739849332839434157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/1739849332839434157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/1739849332839434157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-after-talk.html' title='the day after the talk'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-7260056736089647868</id><published>2009-01-16T13:28:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:49:52.436+07:00</updated><title type='text'>aku ingin bicara</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;aku ingin bicara&lt;br /&gt;tentang waktu yang terus berjalan&lt;br /&gt;tentang hidup yang tidak memberi kesempatan pada keraguan&lt;br /&gt;tentang mereka yang ingin kubahagiakan&lt;br /&gt;tentang aku yang akan bahagia karena kebahagiaan mereka&lt;br /&gt;dan terutama tentang...&lt;br /&gt;waktuku yang hampir usai di sisimu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku ingin bicara...&lt;br /&gt;maukah kau menyisihkan sedikit waktumu yang berharga itu untuk mendengarkan kisahku?&lt;br /&gt;&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/18419938-7260056736089647868?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/7260056736089647868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=7260056736089647868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/7260056736089647868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/7260056736089647868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2009/01/aku-ingin-bicara.html' title='aku ingin bicara'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-9118263887806105189</id><published>2009-01-14T13:59:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T15:11:21.477+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the dark is rising</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;guilty..&lt;br /&gt;dark..&lt;br /&gt;unease..&lt;br /&gt;this dark secret inside of me starts to be seen from my attitude..&lt;br /&gt;a saying was said last night and it's so damn true..&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting unease..&lt;br /&gt;with this burden in my back..&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting guilty..&lt;br /&gt;with that something said last night..&lt;br /&gt;I need to let it go..&lt;br /&gt;they're started to eat me..&lt;br /&gt;this guilt..uneasiness..dark secret..burden..disappointment..&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave with smile..&lt;br /&gt;and be remembered as somebody good..&lt;br /&gt;but I don't know how to let it go..&lt;br /&gt;simply..don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/18419938-9118263887806105189?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-1375317933614822900</id><published>2008-12-22T11:29:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T16:58:37.457+07:00</updated><title type='text'>crossroad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;would u trade flexibility for a stable condition named civil servant (PNS)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this question has been in my head since forever..&lt;br /&gt;its answer could be the key to end the never-ending debate between me and my parents..&lt;br /&gt;however I'm running out of time..&lt;br /&gt;and I'm on the edge right now..&lt;br /&gt;already..on the edge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the message coming to my handphone this saturday has made me restless until now..&lt;br /&gt;I used to run from that question, yet it seemed like finally I reached my finish..&lt;br /&gt;I have to make decision..and it could be the turning point for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to choose between my freedom..my dream..and my parents' satisfaction..&lt;br /&gt;it's a crossroad..the crossroad of my life..&lt;br /&gt;this crossroad has always been there...and I have always tried to avoid it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi parenta..&lt;br /&gt;they are the persons I'm living for..&lt;br /&gt;above everything in the world, I don't wanna let them down..&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna see their disappointment because of me..&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna see them upset..&lt;br /&gt;because it's them who have brought me up..&lt;br /&gt;build my wings..and teach me how to fly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, often happened, they are also the one that break my wings..&lt;br /&gt;forbid me to fly..break my wings into pieces I can't mend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dream..my freedom..&lt;br /&gt;I have always lived for it..&lt;br /&gt;in order to live, I need it to stay alive in me..that's something I constantly tell myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi parenta and my dream..&lt;br /&gt;they are the uttermost important aspects of my life..&lt;br /&gt;however, they seldom go in the same path..&lt;br /&gt;and this crossroad I'm standing on now is the crossroad of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 2 days left..&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing on a crossroad of my life..&lt;br /&gt;the crossroad I used to avoid all the time..&lt;br /&gt;now I need to pick my path..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now..&lt;br /&gt;I need...&lt;br /&gt;to pick my path..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know what to do..&lt;br /&gt;&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/18419938-1375317933614822900?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/1375317933614822900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=1375317933614822900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/1375317933614822900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/1375317933614822900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2008/12/crossroad.html' title='crossroad'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-3151442340328418393</id><published>2008-12-17T11:49:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:12:35.736+07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's about time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well...it's about time actually...&lt;br /&gt;kelakuan gw yg senantiasa on YM selalu dan kebanyakan menggunakan waktu untuk chatting daripada kerja padahal masih di jam kerja emang sudah sewajarnya dapet teguran..bahkan mungkin kemarahan..&lt;br /&gt;dan siang ini gw dapet teguran itu..&lt;br /&gt;seiring dgn berbagai kata yg dipilih secara seksama untuk menutupi kekecewaan, kekecewaan itu tetap terlihat..sangat terlihat malah..&lt;br /&gt;dia ngomong soal fungsi yg lebih dari sekedar melaksanakan pesanan..&lt;br /&gt;dia ngomong soal latihan yang nantinya akan mengembangkan diri saya sendiri..&lt;br /&gt;dia ngomong soal sendiri memegang semuanya..&lt;br /&gt;dan akhirnya dia ngomong soal YM saya yg hampir selalu on dan sering digunakan untuk chatting..&lt;br /&gt;satu pesan disana sangat jelas tertangkap..kecewa..&lt;br /&gt;intinya dia kecewa..&lt;br /&gt;sementara inti profesionalnya: I'm lacking of initiatives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..it's about time actually...&lt;br /&gt;since I often wondered why he never get angry on me while he has every rights to get angry on me for my bad behaviour and low performance..&lt;br /&gt;it is absolutely about time..&lt;br /&gt;yet it is one building critics that was said to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I wonder...if this is the way it is, will I pass the probation that will be over soon?&lt;br /&gt;&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/18419938-3151442340328418393?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/3151442340328418393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=3151442340328418393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/3151442340328418393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/3151442340328418393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-about-time.html' title='it&apos;s about time..'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-6996309428345911760</id><published>2008-12-16T14:52:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:06:47.516+07:00</updated><title type='text'>today's journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;just random things or persons I met on day journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 orang buta duduk di peron jalur 2..1 orang memainkan biolanya dengan baik sekali sementara temannya memegang bekas kantong permen yang digunakan sebagai wadah uang pendapatan mereka hari itu..&lt;br /&gt;then he stopped playing for a while dan merogoh kantong miliknya dan milik temennya..mengeluarkan uang, meraba2, dan memasukkannya lagi...kemudian ia mengeluarkan....rokok!&lt;br /&gt;aarrgghh....kenapa juga harus rokok yang dia keluarin?&lt;br /&gt;membuatku berpikir 2 kali untuk memberi sedekah ke mereka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seorang anak lelaki kecil lusuh duduk di depan kedua orang buta itu..dan, seperti aku, dia pun menikmati permainan biola si orang buta..dan dia menikmatinya dengan khidmat..matanya berbinar, tampak jelas bahwa ia kagum dengan pemain biola itu..&lt;br /&gt;sampai kedua orang buta itu pergi berjalan menyusuri peron, anak itu terus mengikuti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ibu itu datang membawa sebuah bungkusan sangat besar...kemudian ia duduk di sisi papan pengumuman, masih di peron jalur 2 stasiun KA bekasi..membuka sebungkus makanan dan mulai memakannya dengan lahap..sesekali kulihat dia mengambil lauk dari dalam bungkusan besarnya itu..&lt;br /&gt;dari perawakannya, tampak jelas bahwa di balik perawakannya yang kurus itu tersimpan kekuatan yang besar..mungkina ia pembantu atau tukang cuci atau tukang pijat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kemudian ibu lain datang dengan menggendong anak..anak itu bersih, ibu itu pun bersih..dan, sama seperti ibu pertama, ia juga membawa bungkusan sangat besar..namun ia tidak duduk untuk makan walaupun sepertinya ia dan anaknya juga lapar..ia hanya berdiri menunggu kereta yang akan membawanya ke jakarta datang..berdiri seperti calon penumpang lainnya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anak itu tertawa-tawa..matanya berbinar-binar..duduk di pangkuan ayahnya yang agak kucel, ia tampak sangat bersih dan berbakat tampan..hampir tak kutemukan garis muka warisan sang ayah di mukanya..&lt;br /&gt;di sampingnya anak lain duduk, juga di pangkuan orangtuanya..ibunya..&lt;br /&gt;kedua anak ini nampak seumuran..namun anak pertama langsung memosisikan dirinya sebagai si kakak dengan memanggil anak kedua "dede"..dan mereka berbincang..mata mereka berbinar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anak pertama itu...dia sangat menarik perhatianku..jarang kutemukan anak yang punya inisiatif tinggi berbincang dengan orang lain..anak yang tidak tampak takut sedikit pun menaiki si kuda besi ini..&lt;br /&gt;on top of everything, anak yang matanya terus berbinar seakan tak ada hal di dunia ini yang tidak menarik perhatiannya..mungkin itu dia yang namanya kecerdasan anak kecil..&lt;br /&gt;karena anak pertama itu, dilihat dari kemampuan bicaranya, kunilai memang anak yang cerdas..his not-so-good-looking father did a very good job raising him..&lt;br /&gt;but, however I wonder..where is his mother? she must be a very beautiful woman since her handsome son inherits only a little from his father..&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/18419938-6996309428345911760?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/6996309428345911760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=6996309428345911760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/6996309428345911760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/6996309428345911760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2008/12/todays-journey.html' title='today&apos;s journey'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-5329249972510121342</id><published>2008-12-08T15:35:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:47:44.507+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idul Adha yang hambar..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hari ini hari raya Idul Adha..&lt;br /&gt;gema takbir kembali mengguncangku..menggugah seisi kalbuku..&lt;br /&gt;aku suka sekali duduk di atas tempat tidurku, memandang kosong keluar jendela, menyesapi gema takbir, dan membiarkannya mengoyak ketenangan hatiku..&lt;br /&gt;hingga leleh air mataku, teringat setumpuk prestasi dosaku..&lt;br /&gt;hanya 2 kali dalam setahun, kuberoleh kesempatan itu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jam pagi ini sudah menunjukkan pkl.5.45 dan aku baru membuka mata dari tidur malamku..&lt;br /&gt;kenapa pula &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kumatikan lampu kamarku semalam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenapa pula &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;aku menangis dulu semalam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kenapa pula kubela menonton hingga larut semalam?&lt;br /&gt;jadi inilah akibatnya..bangun kesiangan dan hilanglah 50% kesempatanku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini hari raya Idul Adha..&lt;br /&gt;tanpa makan, tergopoh-gopoh kubersiap pergi ke masjid..&lt;br /&gt;dengan salah satu baju muslimku, kubayangkan komentar mereka nanti..&lt;br /&gt;kubayangkan hari raya pertamaku yang harus kulalui tanpa sepenuhnya dengan keluargaku..&lt;br /&gt;kemudian berita itu datang..&lt;br /&gt;tetangga sebrang samping rumah meninggal tadi pagi..kecelakaan kononnya..&lt;br /&gt;maka rencana berubah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini hari raya Idul Adha..&lt;br /&gt;pengurus masjid tengah mengumumkan sesuatu di masjid sana..&lt;br /&gt;sementara aku berdebat dengan ibuku mengenai rencana hari itu..&lt;br /&gt;tak sedikitpun kusimak apa kata pengurus masjid tadi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini hari raya Idul Adha..&lt;br /&gt;di tengah sujud Ied-ku, kubayangkan apa yang akan terjadi nanti..&lt;br /&gt;di tengah duduk antara 2 sujudku, kumeringis kesakitan karena batu di bawah sajadahku tajam menusuk kakiku..&lt;br /&gt;di tengah berdiriku, kubergesar-geser mencari posisi berdiri yang enak..&lt;br /&gt;sampai salamku pun, pikiranku tak tertuju kepada-Nya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini hari raya Idul Adha..&lt;br /&gt;aku sangat ingin pergi bersama-sama seperti tahun-tahun lalu..&lt;br /&gt;menunggu berjam-jam pun akan kulakukan..&lt;br /&gt;minta izin kesiangan pun telah kulakoni..&lt;br /&gt;namun apalah dayaku...&lt;br /&gt;Ia bilang baru akan berangkat malam, malah mungkin tidak berangkat..&lt;br /&gt;karena ke kubur, dia kan ikut serta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini hari raya Idul Adha..&lt;br /&gt;kutinggikan suaraku pada ayahku..&lt;br /&gt;dalam hati aku pun marah pada ibuku..&lt;br /&gt;kucampakkan baju muslimku..&lt;br /&gt;kubanting pintu, kubentak adikku..&lt;br /&gt;kemudian berbalut jins dan tanpa mengucapkan salam, aku pergi seorang diri..&lt;br /&gt;masih dengan rasa marah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini hari raya Idul Adha..&lt;br /&gt;dan aku belum mencium tangan kedua orangtuaku, meminta maaf atas semua salahku..&lt;br /&gt;aku malah marah kepada mereka..&lt;br /&gt;malah aku juga marah pada mayit tetanggaku yang tak bersalah..&lt;br /&gt;aku marah pada keluarganya yang tak kunjung datang..&lt;br /&gt;aku marah pada mereka yang tak kunjung mengembalikannya ke tanah..&lt;br /&gt;aku marah pada diriku sendiri yang tak mampu menahan ego..bahkan pada hari raya ini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini hari raya Idul Adha..&lt;br /&gt;dan aku kehilangan 1 dari 2 kesempatanku menyesapi melodi favoritku..&lt;br /&gt;dan aku..tetap bekerja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini hari raya Idul Adha..&lt;br /&gt;tapi mengapa dingin menusuk hatiku hari ini?&lt;br /&gt;tapi mengapa hanya dosa yang kuperbuat hari ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Idul Adha kali ini terlampau hambar bagiku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini hari raya Idul Adha..&lt;br /&gt;kereta penuh, busway penuh..&lt;br /&gt;tapi bus-bus kosong, jalan-jalan lengang..&lt;br /&gt;dimana-mana keluarga berjalan bersama..berkumpul dengan senang riang..&lt;br /&gt;kebahagiaan ada dimana-mana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sementara aku sendiri..muram..&lt;br /&gt;melangkah ke kantor kosong..murung..&lt;br /&gt;melangkah ke mas mansyur..menuju rumah nenek..masih seorang diri..&lt;br /&gt;dan kembali kulihat kebahagiaan ada dimana-mana..&lt;br /&gt;di rumahnya pun kutemukan kebahagiaan..&lt;br /&gt;stay a little longer..&lt;br /&gt;dan kutemukan orangtuaku..&lt;br /&gt;dan kutemukan om dan tanteku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini hari raya Idul Adha..&lt;br /&gt;terlalu hambar bagiku?&lt;br /&gt;hm..mungkin tidak juga..&lt;br /&gt;&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/18419938-5329249972510121342?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/5329249972510121342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=5329249972510121342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/5329249972510121342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/5329249972510121342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2008/12/idul-adha-yang-hambar.html' title='Idul Adha yang hambar..'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-5119008709289895433</id><published>2008-12-05T12:19:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:55:50.422+07:00</updated><title type='text'>colors..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm in black and white today..the colors seen as not color..&lt;br /&gt;hoping to see only good and bad today..&lt;br /&gt;no greys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There sat 2 couples in the train..&lt;br /&gt;they have been there since the start, yet I just noticed when I was about to go off..&lt;br /&gt;and there they are..wearing clothes of same motives..&lt;br /&gt;mother and son in rectangular motive..&lt;br /&gt;and a couple in batik from same motive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally..here I am..&lt;br /&gt;in street in front of Sarinah, waiting for the lights to turn green and red..&lt;br /&gt;and there she is..&lt;br /&gt;this woman in red and blue..&lt;br /&gt;red jilbab, red shirt, red bag..&lt;br /&gt;blue jeans, blue shoes..&lt;br /&gt;making her look like a red-and-blue-statue walking in the street..&lt;br /&gt;just some steps in front of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I walk again..&lt;br /&gt;across the street..along the street..&lt;br /&gt;thinking to myself..&lt;br /&gt;what's with colors today?&lt;br /&gt;&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/18419938-5119008709289895433?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/5119008709289895433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=5119008709289895433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/5119008709289895433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/5119008709289895433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2008/12/colors.html' title='colors..'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-954078824005472676</id><published>2008-12-01T14:59:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T15:05:41.120+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ngantuk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have never been to Africa..&lt;br /&gt;yet I guess lalat tse tse hadn't come to Indonesia..&lt;br /&gt;so I guess it hasn't bite me..&lt;br /&gt;however..&lt;br /&gt;doushite it's easy for me to feel ngantuk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/18419938-954078824005472676?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/954078824005472676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=954078824005472676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/954078824005472676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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setengah6&lt;br /&gt;2. shalat subuh&lt;br /&gt;3. tidur lagi dan bangun deket2 jam8..malah kadang jm9..huhuhu..&lt;br /&gt;4. siap2 dan berangkat ke kantor&lt;br /&gt;5. sampe kantor baca koran&lt;br /&gt;6. chatting&lt;br /&gt;7. makan siang dgn bekel bergizi dari rumah&lt;br /&gt;8. kerja dengan pace super duper santai&lt;br /&gt;9. jam8 malem: pulang kantor&lt;br /&gt;10. makan sekitar jam setengah10 malem&lt;br /&gt;11. shalat isya, bebersih, dan ngenet dikit..&lt;br /&gt;12. tidur sekitar jm11 malem..&lt;br /&gt;dan itu diulang2 terus setiap hari..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan hasilnya..&lt;br /&gt;gw menggendut lagi...aarrgghh!!&lt;br /&gt;no wonder si sebenernya..tapi teuteup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;aarrgghh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--yappari I need to use my head more to think!--&lt;br /&gt;&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/18419938-6180383349887528412?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/6180383349887528412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=6180383349887528412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/6180383349887528412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/6180383349887528412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2008/11/aku-gemuk-lagi.html' title='aku gemuk lagi..'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-3873926528861694019</id><published>2008-11-18T13:11:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:06:40.348+07:00</updated><title type='text'>greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so he was sitting in front of me..&lt;br /&gt;book on my hand and I wasn't paying attention to him at all&lt;br /&gt;he was an old man..as simple as that..&lt;br /&gt;so we sat face to face and nothing was said..&lt;br /&gt;until he talked to me..&lt;br /&gt;apparently asking whether I'm about to go to college or workplace..&lt;br /&gt;and the talk went on..&lt;br /&gt;this old man was tired..&lt;br /&gt;he is old and he looked old..&lt;br /&gt;eaten by his life experience..&lt;br /&gt;clearly seen he had gone through many hardships in his life..&lt;br /&gt;but he was friendly..&lt;br /&gt;to the indifferent me, he was so friendly..&lt;br /&gt;soon he took me to this talk..that I responded unenthusiastically..&lt;br /&gt;I was simply answering his questions and asking nothing..&lt;br /&gt;even when he asked my name, I was just answering it and not asking his name back as people would normally do..&lt;br /&gt;and the talk goes on..&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't an interesting talk..&lt;br /&gt;and it ended bitterly..&lt;br /&gt;he asked for my number and I lightly answer "for what?"&lt;br /&gt;then, so impolite of me, I asked permission to go to the front because I'm about to arrive at my stop..&lt;br /&gt;the last stop..the stop that's also his stop..&lt;br /&gt;so I went on..leaving that old man..&lt;br /&gt;and as I went on, I realized I might have made a mistake..&lt;br /&gt;he was an old man..&lt;br /&gt;old and tired man..&lt;br /&gt;but he's not bad person..yet he's been so friendly to me..&lt;br /&gt;so I stopped and I decided to write my number in a note and give him that..&lt;br /&gt;and there he is behind me..&lt;br /&gt;I tried to walk on his side..I called him..&lt;br /&gt;yet he seemed unaware of me..&lt;br /&gt;then he turned left while I was supposed to go straight..&lt;br /&gt;after some while..I chased him..&lt;br /&gt;I still think giving my number won't do me any harm..&lt;br /&gt;yet...he was unchaseable..&lt;br /&gt;so there it is..inside the bin..the note with my number in it..the note I intended to give to the old man who had been so friendly to indifferent me..&lt;br /&gt;poor old man..poor me..may be I just passed one good chance to do good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..this happened not just this once..&lt;br /&gt;some people had greeted me on my way to the office..&lt;br /&gt;some nice people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember there was this lady who greeted me when I was trying to learn chemistry..she greeted me and took me to talk about work and cpns..and coincidentally I had the information she was looking for..so we chatted in the train and in the bus (she happened to take the same bus with me) up until she ran down the bus near Monas..she was so excited and she realized she forgot to ask my name..yet in the end she gave me his number and asked me to contact her if I ever need anything in her department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there were these two ladies who had never took a train before and about to go to Senen, which is also destination of standing me..so they asked me to tell them when it's time to go down..so I did it..yet they didn't tell me that they don't know where the market (their destination) is..so I just walked fast without ignoring them upon going down from the train..up until one point, I looked back and came to surprise seeing them still following the fast-walking me, tired and out of breath..it turned out they don't know where the market is..that's why they kept following me..so ignorant of me! that was their first time on train and I should've known that I should've guided them at least until we reached the station's exit..yet I was running leaving them behind..so ignorant of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there were some other people who greeted me at Bekasi station, seemed to have interest to talk with me yet I ran to the coming train without permission..at least this happened twice to two ladies..the latest just happened today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was also this young man who greeted me in the train..apparently wanting to talk more with me yet I responded coldly..the next day I met him again..but this time I didn't play cold..I took him to some short chat..that was short yet I felt grateful I had a chance to greet him back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why these incidental greetings keep coming to me..&lt;br /&gt;I only know I have to be more opened and friendly to those people around me..&lt;br /&gt;we will never know which one will play a big role in our life, won't we?&lt;br /&gt;&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/18419938-3873926528861694019?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/3873926528861694019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=3873926528861694019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/3873926528861694019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/3873926528861694019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2008/11/greetings.html' title='greetings'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-5879047541375303313</id><published>2008-11-17T15:08:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:32:39.461+07:00</updated><title type='text'>patah..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ternyata..&lt;br /&gt;tak separah yang kubayangkan..&lt;br /&gt;tanpa tangis berderai air mata..&lt;br /&gt;dan tanpa hujan membasahi bumi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanya berbalut kemeja hitam panjang ini..&lt;br /&gt;yang entah mengapa tampak begitu menarik untuk dikenakan pagi ini..&lt;br /&gt;dan disini aku sekarang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tergugu..&lt;br /&gt;terdiam..&lt;br /&gt;terkejut..&lt;br /&gt;terluka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kutahu ku tak punya hak untuk terluka..&lt;br /&gt;tak punya hak untuk merasa tersakiti..&lt;br /&gt;sama sekali tak punya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku tak bisa berbohong..&lt;br /&gt;karena memang demikian adanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini bukan tidak kuperkirakan..&lt;br /&gt;ini sudah kutebak..&lt;br /&gt;sudah kuperkirakan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;membuatku membenci kemampuanku..&lt;br /&gt;membaca tanda-tanda..&lt;br /&gt;merasakan sesuatu sedang terjadi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memang kuhadapi ini lebih baik daripada yang kukira..&lt;br /&gt;kukira ku akan terdiam..&lt;br /&gt;menangis tanpa menyadarinya..&lt;br /&gt;kukira duniaku kan hancur..&lt;br /&gt;hingga perlu kumenyepi..&lt;br /&gt;kukira..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi disini aku..&lt;br /&gt;tak setitik air mata pun membasahi pipi..&lt;br /&gt;dan aku masih bisa berada disini tanpa perlu menyepi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanya saja..&lt;br /&gt;otakku kacau..&lt;br /&gt;balau..&lt;br /&gt;payah kuberusaha tenangkan hati..&lt;br /&gt;hanya untuk menemukan..&lt;br /&gt;usahaku sia-sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there goes my first love..&lt;br /&gt;left without ever being stated..&lt;br /&gt;&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/18419938-5879047541375303313?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/5879047541375303313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=5879047541375303313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/5879047541375303313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/5879047541375303313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2008/11/patah.html' title='patah..'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-8612412151910263618</id><published>2008-11-16T18:54:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:59:17.796+07:00</updated><title type='text'>galau..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;biasanya kalo lagi begini..&lt;br /&gt;maunya senang senang aja..&lt;br /&gt;jalan-jalan..&lt;br /&gt;makan enak..&lt;br /&gt;baca komik ampe malem di CC..&lt;br /&gt;pinjem komik segudang..&lt;br /&gt;nyalon..&lt;br /&gt;ngabisin duit..&lt;br /&gt;atow...di kamar terus..&lt;br /&gt;tidur..&lt;br /&gt;nonton dvd..&lt;br /&gt;nyanyi2 ga jelas..&lt;br /&gt;rekaman..&lt;br /&gt;atow..di kamar orang..&lt;br /&gt;gangguin yg punya kamar..&lt;br /&gt;tidur2an di tempat tidurnya..&lt;br /&gt;abisin stok makanannya..&lt;br /&gt;ngajak ngobrol ngalor ngidul..&lt;br /&gt;tapi sekarang..&lt;br /&gt;tra bisa apa-apa diriku...&lt;br /&gt;harus bertahan..&lt;br /&gt;sampai jam8 nanti..&lt;br /&gt;hanya bisa bertanya..&lt;br /&gt;"hey, hati..mengapa kau galau?"&lt;br /&gt;&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/18419938-8612412151910263618?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/8612412151910263618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=8612412151910263618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/8612412151910263618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/8612412151910263618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2008/11/galau.html' title='galau..'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-6012031270428587447</id><published>2008-11-14T14:17:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:06:56.253+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, bos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hidup itu cuma sekali&lt;br /&gt;dan waktu takkan kembali&lt;br /&gt;so why don't you enjoy every single second you're living in?&lt;br /&gt;&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/18419938-6012031270428587447?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/6012031270428587447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=6012031270428587447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/6012031270428587447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/6012031270428587447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2008/11/bos.html' title='hey, bos!'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-4217775695941781587</id><published>2008-11-12T14:36:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:39:28.623+07:00</updated><title type='text'>rupa rupa manusia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;perjalanan pulang kantor kemarin bukan perjalanan biasa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;bukan karena cepetnya K20..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;bukan juga karena lamanya K04 ngetem..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tapi karena di perjalanan kemarin, saya bertemu 3 orang yang tidak biasa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;orang pertama saya temui di K20..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dia naik di tengah perjalanan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;setelah saya naik tentunya..karena saya naik dari awal rute..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;begitu naik, langsung ia periksa handphone-nya dan sejurus kemudian, ia sudah terdengar asik berbincang dengan kawannya di sebrang sana..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dalam angkot yang sepi suara itu, suaranya terdengar sangat kencang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ditambah posisi duduknya yang berseberangan dengan saya, wanita ini menarik seluruh perhatian saya malam itu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sangat seru ia berbincang dengan temannya dengan menggunakan berbagai kata sapaan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pertama ia terdengar serius dan berbincang dengan menggunakan 'saya'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ia pun memanggil lawan bicaranya dengan 'Pak'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tapi tak sampai semenit kemudian, nada bicaranya berubah santai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dan bahasa perbincangannya pun berubah menjadi "gue-elo"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;temannya kemudian menanyakan sesuatu tentang jurnal akuntansi dan mereka terus membahas itu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;terus..dan terus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tapi bukan itu yang ingin saya sampaikan..bukan apa yang mereka perbincangkan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;segera setelah perbincangan selesai, wanita ini tersenyum-senyum sendiri dan bibirnya mulai komat-kamit mengucapkan sesuatu tanpa suara..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kupikir ia sedang bersenandung..bahagia karena telah berbincang dengan orang yang ingin dia ajak bicara..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;saya terus memperhatikan dia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;makin menarik saja orang ini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;karena setelah itu ia mulai tersenyum-senyum sendiri..bahkan tertawa kecil..dan teruus saja mulutnya komat kamit seperti sedang berbincang dengan seseorang yang duduk di sebelahnya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tak ketinggalan ekspresi wajahnya yang terus menerus berubah-ubah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kadang kaget, kadang tampak mendengarkan dgn sangat, kadang penasaran..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;teruuuss..selayaknya sedang bicara dengan teman dekat tentang sesuatu yang sangat seru..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;saya baca bibirnya..bibir itu pun mengatakan kata-kata yang biasa diucapkan saat ngobrol dengan teman..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kata-kata seperti "terus" terus terbaca dari bibirnya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dan ia tak menghentikan kegiatan ini barang sedetikpun sejak selesai menelepon hingga ia turun di perhentian terakhir, tempat yang sama dengan tempat saya turun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sungguh..saya tak tahu harus berkata apa tentang dia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"menarik sekali" tampaknya bukan kata yang sopan untuk menggambarkan dirinya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tapi dia memang menarik sekali..sangat menarik sehingga seluruh perhatian saya di K20 malam itu tercurah pada dirinya..entah dia menyadarinya atau tidak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pada umumnya orang akan menyangka dia gila..tapi, tidak! dia tidak gila..saya bisa lihat itu dari sinar matanya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;mungkinkah baru saja saya bertemu dengan seorang pengidap schizofrenia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;itu baru satu cerita..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;baru satu orang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;masih ada 2 orang lagi dalam satu cerita yang saya temui kemudian di malam yang sama..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nah..berhubung pulsa saya habis sehingga tidak bisa minta dijemput di depan perumahan, maka saya pun menaiki angkot lain setelah turun dari K20, K04 namanya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;saya naik angkot ini..kosong..dan seperti biasanya angkot kosong, K04 yang saya tumpangi pun ngetem nunggu penumpang untuk waktu yang cukup lama..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dari sisi dalam jendela angkot, saya perhatikan jalanan di awal kompleks perumahan saya ini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;malam sudah larut..keadaan sudah lengang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dan disanalah mereka..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dua orang turun dari K20 yang baru saja tiba..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dari jauh mereka tampak seperti pasangan..tapi tak yakin juga saya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yang satu, yang seperti laki-laki, berjalan ke arah kumpulan becak sementara satu lagi, yang tampak seperti si wanita (posturnya agak gemuk dengan bagian belakang agak berbentuk), berdiri menunggu tak jauh dari sana..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yang pergi itu sepertinya menanyakan alamat pada abang becak dan menawar harga..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sepertinya harganya tidak cocok, maka ia pun kembali menghampiri temannya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dan berdua mereka kembali berjalan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;melewati saya di dalam angkot yang setengah berharap mereka akan menaiki angkot saya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tapi mereka terus berjalan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;singkat cerita, tak lama setelah mendapat satu penumpang lagi (ibu-ibu yang memprovokasi sopir angkot untuk cepat jalan karena ia melihat ada sewa di depan), angkot saya pun mulai bergerak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;perlahan..wajar saja..lah wong sewanya baru 2..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tak lama kemudian..benar saja kata ibu-ibu itu, ada sewa di depan..2 orang menaiki angkot saya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;langsung saya mengenali mereka sebagai pasangan yang tadi saya perhatikan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dan langsung tebakan saya terbukti salah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tidak ada yang wanita di antara mereka..dua-duanya laki-laki..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dan mereka pun mulai bicara..dengan suara berat nan sengau dan nada yang...yah..begitulah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 laki-laki melambai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kembali perhatian saya terebut..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;gaya dandanannya rapi..jadi kemungkinan besar mereka kerja di salon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well..saya yakin mereka kerja di salon..karena mereka berbicara tentang sesuatu yang akan diadakan di depan salon apaaa gitu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;mereka terus berbincang..sepanjang perbincangan, saya perhatikan ternyata yang seperti laki-laki tadi sepertinya adalah yang lebih cerewet sementara yang satunya lebih banyak diam dan menanggapi kata-kata temannya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jadilah sepanjang perjalanan di K04 itu, pandangan saya tertuju pada kedua laki-laki tersebut..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;bukan bermaksud tidak sopan atau apa, tapi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sejak kecil saya punya kebiasaan memperhatikan apa saja yang menarik perhatian saya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; dan kalau sesuatu sudah menarik perhatian saya, susah untuk saya mengalihkan pandangan dari hal tersebut..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; tanpa peduli lokasi, situasi, dan kondisi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; entah ini kebiasaan buruk atau tidak, yang jelas kebiasaan ini belum juga bisa saya hilangkan atau, at least, sembunyikan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jadi itu juga yang terjadi kemarin malam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sepanjang jalan memperhatikan penumpang-penumpang angkot yang menarik perhatian saya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dalam hati saya berpikir..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ada apa dengan hari ini?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kenapa bisa saya bertemu dengan tiga orang tidak biasa hanya dalam satu seri perjalanan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sepertinya saya hanya diingatkan bahwa ada rupa-rupa manusia di dunia ini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/18419938-4217775695941781587?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/4217775695941781587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=4217775695941781587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/4217775695941781587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/4217775695941781587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2008/11/rupa-rupa-manusia.html' title='rupa rupa manusia'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-4897553996655360343</id><published>2008-11-03T14:03:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:14:23.312+07:00</updated><title type='text'>in a bright day like today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;early morning wake up..&lt;br /&gt;early depart..&lt;br /&gt;came at the right time for train that came late than schedule..&lt;br /&gt;surat untuk raja along my way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;felt a bit unwell..&lt;br /&gt;wore 1 of those old jackets..&lt;br /&gt;grayish brown is the theme today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;no newspaper in next table..&lt;br /&gt;no desire at all to read any newspaper..&lt;br /&gt;surat untuk raja still in the mood..&lt;br /&gt;movie schedule is on the tab..&lt;br /&gt;YM window is open wide..&lt;br /&gt;and a meeting was arranged..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hachim hachim all the time..&lt;br /&gt;and stomachache is on the air..&lt;br /&gt;and not even a single penny inside the wallet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a phone call came in..&lt;br /&gt;and a voice heard in..&lt;br /&gt;saying 'I can't come in today'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hachim hachim&lt;br /&gt;stomachache&lt;br /&gt;flat broken&lt;br /&gt;and alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there go my sweety brighty day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-6231894705963290673</id><published>2008-10-24T15:14:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T18:55:58.833+07:00</updated><title type='text'>be careful of what u wish for!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;at least that's the thing I can conclude from my 2-day chaos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to say I was overload and now I'm under-load..&lt;br /&gt;well, God did grant my wish..&lt;br /&gt;I was given 2 shocking days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those 2 days, I fully did all of my division's load by myself..&lt;br /&gt;I was hectic..&lt;br /&gt;panic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask here and there, I managed to go through those 2 days with an.....ok result..&lt;br /&gt;not satisfying enough though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I came to this contemplation...&lt;br /&gt;may be..this is the answer God gave me for the never-ending whining I did..&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;simply be careful of what you wish for..&lt;br /&gt;since you will never know when your wish will be granted..&lt;br /&gt;&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/18419938-6231894705963290673?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/6231894705963290673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=6231894705963290673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ms;"&gt;Today..&lt;br /&gt;well..actually today started okay..&lt;br /&gt;wake up, breakfast, practice, take a bath, off to work..&lt;br /&gt;and I'm ready to run a good day..&lt;br /&gt;plan was all in my head..&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna finish the homework my boss gave me..&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be a great day I imagine..well..comparing, writing some things..&lt;br /&gt;everything is gonna be just fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then...I arrived at the train station..&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;1 by 1 things happened..&lt;br /&gt;apparently there's a trouble on the railway or any of the train station so all trains came late..&lt;br /&gt;so did my train..&lt;br /&gt;so..I was planning to take 9.10 train, but I ended up taking 9.40 train..&lt;br /&gt;great!&lt;br /&gt;and I arrived at the office more than 1 hour late than usual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...&lt;br /&gt;train trouble is just usual..&lt;br /&gt;so it won't affect my day much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my computer on..signed in on YM..took some newspaper to read..&lt;br /&gt;and just when I'm ready to start my day, he showed up in my office..&lt;br /&gt;rushing in and told me that my boss, which is my one and only partner here, can't come today and tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;due to his relative's death..&lt;br /&gt;well...what can I say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my mood ruined..&lt;br /&gt;that was the perfect mood destroyer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he can't come!&lt;br /&gt;that means I have to do all things all by myself..&lt;br /&gt;it's not that there's so much to do..&lt;br /&gt;but, hello! I'm still in process grasping it..&lt;br /&gt;I still can't figure out how things work in his head..&lt;br /&gt;oh..came on..this can't be real..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, well..it's real..&lt;br /&gt;and I'm the chosen one to face it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhuhu..&lt;br /&gt;this also means I can't go home at 8 as usual again..since, as far as I know, he used to go home at around 11pm...&lt;br /&gt;hwaaa....&lt;br /&gt;bisa dipecat jadi anak nih gw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;I have no other options, do I?&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;guess..I will just..&lt;br /&gt;face it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que sera sera..whatever will be, will be..&lt;br /&gt;&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/18419938-1617305266255427589?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-9067912169401789228</id><published>2008-10-17T11:07:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:28:22.063+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I admit...HELP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I admit I've made a mistake..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I admit I regret my decision..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I admit that I'm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;totally BORED here!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hh....sorry..just wanna scream that out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;actually ima wa I'm stuck...&lt;br /&gt;stuck and have no single idea about what indicator would be good..&lt;br /&gt;stuck and have no single idea how come people get attracted with this kinda subject..&lt;br /&gt;stuck and have no single idea how to gain interest to this subject..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh..please..&lt;br /&gt;help me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;previously, I was breaking my body..all those overload work..and rarely using my brain to think..&lt;br /&gt;here..I can use my brain to think..but I don't know what to think!!&lt;br /&gt;imagine that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results here: I spend my time chatting and eating blind salary a.k.a magabut, makan gaji buta..&lt;br /&gt;hwe....&lt;br /&gt;plus feeling slightly..ok..highly..dissapointed to myself..&lt;br /&gt;coz I'm feeling useless..I'm working under-performance..my load is sooooooo underload..and I can't help anything!!&lt;br /&gt;hwaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to grow interest to this thing being the main focus here......economy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez..guess I'm really not the type that would enjoy sitting behind computer, browsing the net for hours, rarely talk to anyone, just to look for couple of data..in..numbers!&lt;br /&gt;well..not just couple actually..it's as many data as I can..&lt;br /&gt;still..&lt;br /&gt;gotta admit it now..I'm NOT a fan of numbers!&lt;br /&gt;I don't crave numbers..&lt;br /&gt;I don't dig numbers..&lt;br /&gt;I don't even watch numbers closely!&lt;br /&gt;and I HAVE TO deal with it all the time here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.......how am I gonna survive here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really out of my prediction..&lt;br /&gt;thought I'm gonna read a lot..&lt;br /&gt;thought I'm gonna discuss a lot..&lt;br /&gt;thought I'm gonna work in fun environment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I did read a lot...but really no discussion and no fun at all!&lt;br /&gt;geez....everyone just seems so serious...&lt;br /&gt;it's just here or every company in this field have this culture of working solely?!&lt;br /&gt;no teamwork involved..AT ALL?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..how I'm so craving teamwork..laughing, chatting, and discussing about anything while working...&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing it..&lt;br /&gt;never thought I'm gonna miss the culture in my previous place..thinking it's gonna be a lot more of things like that here in a far more positive way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;I admit it now..&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong! totally wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it takes my precious sunday away from me...&lt;br /&gt;hwaaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody please.........help me.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/18419938-9067912169401789228?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/9067912169401789228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=9067912169401789228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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around 2 things: reject and regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been rejected..had rejecting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and regretted them after some time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-still couldn't find a place for myself-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/18419938-4037642606074890647?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/4037642606074890647/comments/default' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-5057303916965467818</id><published>2007-09-03T22:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T20:42:40.589+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the broken girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a story about a girl, broken and abused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She was born in an incomplete family, consists only of mother and step father perhaps. Her elder sister had gone with her father before she was born. Yes, her parents were divorced. She grew up with her mother and her step father besides her. A nice childhood, I imagine, since she is quite a nice girl even now. A girl who can make everyone enjoys being her friend. That nice girl had a secret. A secret she told everyone who wants to know, making it a secret no more. That secret is her past. The past she used to gain attentions from every single person she met. Here is her secret. Be sure to keep your mouth shut about it, shut until she told you herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one day of her grade 5's days. I imagine that must be a quite beautiful day for that little girl. A beautiful day until she did something, a fault. I imagine it as something not necessarily unforgivable, it's a 5th grader's fault in any way, yet her step-father took it as something worth a hard punishment. I imagine she begged on her knees for forgiveness. Yet, sorry seems not enough to soften that man's heart. She was punished, punished in a way beyond my imagination of a man's doing to her 5-grader-step-daughter. That man turned into monster, a monster who has no heart left in any form that he force his animal passion into her step-father. That poor pure little girl must had it, she had no other choice, none any strength left to fight her step-father off. In that very day, she lost her virginity, taken by her very own step-father, a man who had raised her together with her mom. One day on her grade 5 year, she was raped, raped by her mom's husband, her step-father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went on, day went by, and that raping continued until the elder sister came back home and took her away. During the period of the raping day until the saving day, I believed she had had herself the hardest days of her life. Alienated outside home by her friends and the community while abused inside home must have made her pretty scared that time. She was alienated, unaccepted. Due to her step-father's immoral action, her childhood is  ruined, broken into pieces one can hardly recognize the real picture. So, the next period of her life is spent by looking for acceptance. Acceptance from anyone, acceptance in anywhere. One day she came to the conclusion through a process my little brain can't imagine of. She concluded that money is all she needs to be accepted in the society. She had learned enough about the money, enough to make "becoming a successful person" her wish-to-be. After money, there came boys in her list. She learned, may be from our TV's sinetrons or else, that love would conquer all. Love that happened between boys and girls, love that connect 2 humans, love that unites those 2 bodies. She must have also learned that love should take form of sweet words, unlimited attentions, and physical relationship in any kind. May be that was what her step-daddy told her long time ago, that he loved her and wanted to shower her with his love, which is realized in that immoral action. May be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's leave her looking-for-what-makes-her-acceptable process in there. Let's go back to the period when her sister took her away from her step-dad. November 2005, she started her new life as a house-maid at a housing complex where her sister also worked at. Moving from one house to another, she left a bad track record. Remember that I told you about what money means to her? Money means acceptance to her, but apparently she had little patience on that thing. She could hardly wait patiently until she got her salary money. In here, you might have guessed what bad record she had left in every single house she had worked at. Her point of view of money had turned that nice little girl a thief. She is a thief now, a pro-claimed thief. She stole money; she also stole phone bill, by saying it I meant she used the phone for a long time causing the phone bill to explode and leading her masters to bancruptcy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stole and she caught stealing, yet not even a single "sorry" came out from her mouth. After all that she has done, she couldn't say it. She couldn't say "sorry". She couldn't beg for forgiveness for her past told her that "sorry" is just an useless word and begging for forgiveness would only led her to something worse. For she had aceppted more than enough bad talks in her past life, her heart has gone cold, even it might be dead as well. So dead that she couldn't show even the slightest regret expression in her face, so dead that she was not even moved by the flow of tears her sister crying out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so young, only a teenage. A teenage with dreams and love. A teenage that could have a wonderful life. A teenage that is simply looked lovable from outside. She could be all that, yet she's so broken, broken and abused. Her past has made the former things improbable to her since she has become a broken girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-For you that I can not understand, yet I can't stop thinking of how you turned out this way. For you that I sincerely hope will be able to break your old bad habits and turn into a new leaf, a new clean leaf who will live the life beautifully. For you who made me fully realize that there are greys in this world. This story is about you with some of my imagination. Therefore, please forgive any faults involved in there.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/18419938-5057303916965467818?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/5057303916965467818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=5057303916965467818&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/5057303916965467818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/5057303916965467818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2007/09/broken-girl.html' title='the broken girl'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-3935442390444047915</id><published>2007-07-23T12:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T13:35:29.992+07:00</updated><title type='text'>PGS - Post Graduation Syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;oi, sashiburi..long time no see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's been such a looooooong time since the last time I updated this blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;life had been kinda busy those time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was running toward this goal, graduation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;and I made it..finally..at the beginning of last month, for sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;sorete..after that..life had been kinda rotating around something I don't really know what..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;that was a..vacation? not really, I think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;it was just...time after time, I feel like I'm losing a bit of myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've gotta start moving on..I know that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's just..gimme some time to really realize what all these things mean to me..coz I'm kinda shocked..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;up until saturday, I still have excuse to stay still..status quo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I haven't been graduated officially", "I'm still a college student"...I say to all those asking me to move on.."later..I'll move on later after July 21st"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;and, suddenly (well, not that sudden, really), it's been July 22nd and today is July 23rd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;and I feel totally empty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I really don't know what to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;so suddenly, I've got to live my life on my own..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;nobody, absolutely nobody, I can depend on now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've graduated..then I'm officially adult..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm still a kid...really I wanna scream that to everybody..."I'm still a kid! so don't let me wander around on my own! tell me what I am supposed to do! tell me, please..tell me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna scream that to the world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;yet I've gotta swallow my words..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;nobody's gonna respond to my screaming..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;even if there is..all they're gonna say is "do whatever u feel like u wanna do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;hhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;this arogant self of mine...she always wanted to live life as she wants...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;and, what now? when she finally got the chance to live life however she wants..what now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;she's confused..confused to death...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;being graduated is..to have my life absolutely up to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's the time when I can say "it's my life..I live it my way" proudly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;well that's what I want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;still, I can't say it that way..not now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;for this is the first time I'm absolutely free to decide..nobody could ever control me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;and I feel kinda..shocked..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I need time..I need time to get back on the line..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess I need some..vacation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;this time, the real one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;note: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;yappari, college is the best years of my life..sure I'm gonna miss everything included in it..Industrial Engineering class of 2002 and the time we've spent together..all the friends I found here, all lessons and friendship they've given me..Bandung 2002-2007 is definitely a period I won't be able (and won't want) to forget a whole my life..up until I'm called back up there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18419938-3935442390444047915?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/3935442390444047915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=3935442390444047915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/3935442390444047915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/3935442390444047915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2007/07/pgs-post-graduation-syndrome.html' title='PGS - Post Graduation Syndrome'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-117066655227596087</id><published>2007-02-05T16:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T16:15:05.736+07:00</updated><title type='text'>even..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-1 + 1 = 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;minus one plus one equals to zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;everything is even now..&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/18419938-117066655227596087?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/117066655227596087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=117066655227596087&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/117066655227596087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/117066655227596087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2007/02/even.html' title='even..'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-116780290111623219</id><published>2007-01-03T12:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T12:41:41.630+07:00</updated><title type='text'>akhir tahun kemarin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dec 31st, 2006..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was so close to my precious..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;so close so that all I have to do is take my hands out, grab it, keep it safely in my heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was so close to that great thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;so close..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;but I let my grip go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I let it go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i did take my hands out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I did grab it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;but this coward self of mine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, this coward self of mine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;it refused to keep my precious safely in my heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;for my heart was not ready for it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;not..yet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;for this worldly passion still rules over me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh all those reasons I made up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's true..I just made them up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;to cover the bitter reality..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;that I am still too coward..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;too coward to hold my precious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, it was new year anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;hope this coward self won't live inside me again this year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;happy new year, everyone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18419938-116780290111623219?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/116780290111623219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=116780290111623219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/116780290111623219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/116780290111623219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2007/01/akhir-tahun-kemarin.html' title='akhir tahun kemarin'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-116161465714488178</id><published>2006-10-23T21:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T21:44:18.870+07:00</updated><title type='text'>an apology..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This year's Ramadhan has over&lt;br /&gt;The victory's awaited ahead&lt;br /&gt;As every sin will be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;Every muslim will be reborn&lt;br /&gt;As pure as a new-born baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be no light without dark&lt;br /&gt;There will be no perfect without broken&lt;br /&gt;There will be no purity without spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As no human is free from mistakes and sins, I am asking you a favor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minal aidin wal faidzin&lt;br /&gt;Mohon maaf lahir dan batin&lt;br /&gt;Selamat merayakan hari raya Idul Fitri 1427 H..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe...met lebaran, semuanya!&lt;br /&gt;&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/18419938-116161465714488178?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/116161465714488178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=116161465714488178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/116161465714488178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/116161465714488178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/10/apology.html' title='an apology..'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-115814385842109043</id><published>2006-09-13T17:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T17:37:38.466+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playlist of the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/roxette/milkandtoastandhoney.html"&gt;1. Milk, Toast, and Honey - Roxette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/m/michael+jackson/heal+the+world_20092709.html"&gt;2. Heal The World - Michael Jackson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/John%20Lennon%20Lyrics/Imagine%20Lyrics.html"&gt;3. Imagine - John Lennon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyrics4all.net/b/bravo-all-stars/u/let-the-music-heal-your-s.php"&gt;4. Let The Music Heal Your Soul - Bravo All Stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seeklyrics.com/lyrics/Jimmy-Cliff/I-Can-See-Clearly-Now.html"&gt;5. I Can See Clearly Now - Jimmy Cliff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/R.%20Kelly%20Lyrics/I%20Believe%20I%20Can%20Fly%20Lyrics.html"&gt;6. I Believe I can Fly - R Kelly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/michellebranch/areyouhappynow.html"&gt;7. Are You Happy Now? - Michelle Branch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you find the bottomline among them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's how I am doing now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18419938-115814385842109043?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/115814385842109043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=115814385842109043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/115814385842109043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/115814385842109043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/09/playlist-of-day.html' title='Playlist of the day...'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-115735814053297344</id><published>2006-09-04T15:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T15:22:20.550+07:00</updated><title type='text'>City Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the city lights disappear in front of my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll turn on my brights and I'll say good bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This place I'm going is what's keeping me alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll turn on my radio for this two day drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I don't know what I've been waiting here for anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I know there's something waiting for me behind my front door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I'm never gonna die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I don't start living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life the way I know I should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya I'll be here for good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I close my eyes and wait for the sun to rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And a lovely day for someone to run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh this need to break free is burning a hole through me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But what you need to understand is this is what's making me a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I don't know what I've been waiting here for anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I know there's something waiting for me behind my front door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I'm never gonna die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I don't start living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life the way I know I should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya I'll be here for good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I'm never gonna die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I don't start living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life the way I know I should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya I'll be here for good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I'm never gonna die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I don't start living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life the way I know I should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya I'll be here for good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya I'll be here for good 2x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;A song lyrics from a band of 2 persons..(almost) perfetly describe the life lately..fiuhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18419938-115735814053297344?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/115735814053297344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=115735814053297344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/115735814053297344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/115735814053297344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/09/city-lights.html' title='City Lights'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-115701945982724688</id><published>2006-08-31T16:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T17:17:39.970+07:00</updated><title type='text'>some Japaneses.. :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jadi..berdasarkan pengalaman menonton dorama-dorama dan film-film jepang..gw menyimpulkan kalo bahasa jepang itu menarik..apalagi dengan cara mereka berbicara yg sangat khas..hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;trus karena keseringan nonton dorama (harusnya ga boleh! nadia bandel!)..jadi ada beberapa kata yg bs dsimpulkan artinya..ya..itu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. watashi = boku =&gt; saya&lt;br /&gt;2. anata / anta = omae =&gt; kamu (klo ga salah kimi jg artinya kamu)&lt;br /&gt;3. demo =&gt; tapi&lt;br /&gt;4. chotto = matte = chotto matte =&gt; tunggu&lt;br /&gt;5. honto =&gt; sungguh&lt;br /&gt;6. itadakimasu =&gt; selamat makan&lt;br /&gt;7. ohayo = osh =&gt; selamat pagi&lt;br /&gt;8. okairi =&gt; selamat datang&lt;br /&gt;9. dozo =&gt; silakan&lt;br /&gt;10. tadaima =&gt; saya datang&lt;br /&gt;11. shikatanai =&gt; it can't be helped (huehehe..ga tau basa indonesianya apa..)&lt;br /&gt;12. doshite = doshimashita = doshio =&gt; kenapa&lt;br /&gt;13. nande =&gt; apa&lt;br /&gt;14. gakko =&gt; sekolah&lt;br /&gt;15. oyasuminasai =&gt; selamat malam / selamat tidur&lt;br /&gt;16. daizobu =&gt; baik2 saja&lt;br /&gt;17. haik =&gt; iya&lt;br /&gt;18. iiye =&gt; nggak&lt;br /&gt;19. nai =&gt; bukan (atau tidak?)&lt;br /&gt;20. ii = iikara = heki =&gt; gapapa (bnr ga ya?)&lt;br /&gt;21. genki =&gt; take care&lt;br /&gt;22. yosh =&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;23. gambatte = ganbaru =&gt; semangat&lt;br /&gt;24. ganbarimashou =&gt; ayo semangat?&lt;br /&gt;25. wakata = wakarimashita =&gt; saya mengerti / saya tahu&lt;br /&gt;26. wakarimasen =&gt; saya tidak mengerti / saya tidak tahu&lt;br /&gt;27. nee-chan = nee-san =&gt; kakak perempuan (bs sodara atopun bkn)&lt;br /&gt;28. nii-chan = nii-san =&gt; kakak laki-laki (bs sodara atopun bkn)&lt;br /&gt;29. yaksoku =&gt; janji (eh, apa ini bahasa korea ya?)&lt;br /&gt;30. oyaji = otto-san =&gt; ayah&lt;br /&gt;31. oka-san =&gt; ibu&lt;br /&gt;32. sensei =&gt; guru / dokter (yah..yg sejenis itu lah ya..)&lt;br /&gt;33. aniki =&gt; kakak laki-laki (sodara)&lt;br /&gt;34. yuki =&gt; salju&lt;br /&gt;35. ai =&gt; l.o.v.e&lt;br /&gt;36. dotte =&gt; virgin&lt;br /&gt;37. gaksei (?) =&gt; anak sekolah&lt;br /&gt;38. konban wa =&gt; selamat malan&lt;br /&gt;39. yurusei =&gt; berisik! / shut up! / bohong! (?)&lt;br /&gt;40. suki =&gt; suka&lt;br /&gt;41. kirei =&gt; cantik&lt;br /&gt;42. kakkoi =&gt; tampan / cool&lt;br /&gt;43. sugoi =&gt; keren&lt;br /&gt;44. onegai =&gt; please&lt;br /&gt;45. yurosiku onegaishimasu = yurosiku =&gt; mohon bantuannya (ngomongnya sambil mmbungkukkan badan.. :p )&lt;br /&gt;46. yokata =&gt; baguslah&lt;br /&gt;47. so yu koto naiyo =&gt; bukan begitu..(bnr ga ya?)&lt;br /&gt;48. dakara =&gt; makanya&lt;br /&gt;49. yokai =&gt; oke!&lt;br /&gt;50. so ka? = so desuka? =&gt; benarkah?&lt;br /&gt;51. so = so deshio ne =&gt; begitulah&lt;br /&gt;52. shinji =&gt; sungguh / jujur / betul&lt;br /&gt;53. daro? =&gt; kan?&lt;br /&gt;54. hajime =&gt; mulai...hajimetekudasai =&gt; silakan mulai&lt;br /&gt;55. dame =&gt; jangan / ga boleh&lt;br /&gt;56. yametekudasai =&gt; silakan berhenti&lt;br /&gt;57. zutto =&gt; terus / selamanya (yah..sejenis itu lah..)&lt;br /&gt;58. masaka =&gt; mungkinkah...moshi =&gt; jika&lt;br /&gt;59. ja =&gt; jadi&lt;br /&gt;60. ja ne = ja matta ne =&gt; dagh! / sampai jumpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weh..banyak juga ya..hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh iya..PERINGATAN!&lt;br /&gt;  semua kata dan tulisan di atas adalah berdasarkan pemahaman dan pendengaran pribadi. bila ada kesalahan&lt;br /&gt;  penulisan ataupun pengartian, mohon dimaklumi. segala kritik dan saran silakan dikirim ke blog ini melalui link&lt;br /&gt;  comment  di bawah tulisan ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so deshio ne..ja ne! peace..hehehe :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/18419938-115701945982724688?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/115701945982724688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=115701945982724688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/115701945982724688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/115701945982724688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/08/some-japaneses-p.html' title='some Japaneses.. :p'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-115581831003869260</id><published>2006-08-17T18:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T19:47:35.103+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suatu sore di Simpang, 17 Agustus 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was evening on August 17th. I was sitting by the window in a famous fast food franchise at Simpang, Bandung. Looking outside blankly, I let my mind flies freely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. The sound of people chattering around me called me back to the earth. And there they are, a group of small-eyed people chattering happily in the table just across mine. They had been there ever since I came in. Yet, I didn't notice them before for I thought they were just a group of Indo-Chinese people dining out. Then, another group of theirs come and come and come again making the group bigger. There were about 20s of them there. And at that time, they started to gather, discussing something I don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the time when I came back to earth, when my ears catch the sound I hardly recognized. Those small-eyed people were chattering in a languange I don't understand. They spoke not Indonesian nor English. As languange has always been my interest, I kept my ears on, gathered all the concentrations I have, focusing my ears and my mind and my knowledge about languanges on the languange they spoke. It was not Chinese nor did it sound like Japanese. It sounded like the languange so familiar to me lately. Then I understood, it was Korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was so lucky to hear real Koreans (I assumed they are as they only spoke that languange among them) spoke Korean. I kept focusing my ears and mind on what they're talking about, trying to gather more evidence that they were speaking Koreans. But, there was 1 sound I can't help not to listen to. The sound of the songs played by that restaurant. They were all national songs or, at the very least, the songs expressing our nationality. Bendera, Bandung Lautan Api, and any such songs are played over and over that I can't get them out of my mind. And those Koreans kept talking and talking. Another groups of them kept coming and going and coming and going. I had enough evidence to proof my hypothesis already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked outside to the scenery of evening at Simpang area. It was evening already, the sun was on its way resting down, giving its job to light the world to the moon. The cars were flowing in the street. Food stands were opening in the street side while the stores at Simpang market were still opening. I looked out there and, in the middle of my flying (again) mind, I was looking for any red and white flags probably standing on their stands, blown by the wind, and flying (is this the right word? CMIIW) gently on its place. and I was shocked for at first I can only find 2 flags there. I kept looking and, there they are, the total of about 5 flags were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lost in my thought. Today, my Indonesia is having birthday and, there I was, dining and sitting in a foreign franchise, listening to a group of foreign speaking their foreign languange, looking out to find any Indonesian flags flying out there and only be able to find about 5 flags out there while the foreign franchise I was dining in was playing those songs having nationality as their themes. Then, my coke was out and I went out that restaurant, still thinking of what whether Indonesia still has place on Indonesians' hearts. As I found many red-and-white flags there on the houses I passed by in my way home, I said to myself: it is still there. Indonesia still has place on its people's hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat ulang tahun, Indonesia. Apa kabarmu hari ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;note: for this is written in English instead of Indonesian, there is no particular reason..I just feel like it..gomen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/18419938-115581831003869260?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/115581831003869260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=115581831003869260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/115581831003869260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/115581831003869260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/08/suatu-sore-di-simpang-17-agustus-2006.html' title='Suatu sore di Simpang, 17 Agustus 2006'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-115564201994764708</id><published>2006-08-15T18:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T19:08:34.006+07:00</updated><title type='text'>manusia mengawang..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I thought I'll warn u before continuing writing this junk article..it is absolutely nothing..even I don't think it's read-worthy..I don't even know the reason of me writing it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yang paling menarik baginya adalah manusia, pikiran manusia. Hal itu terlalu menarik baginya hingga ia harus menahan keinginannya untuk mengetahui apa yang sesungguhnya terjadi di dalamnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Bila ilmunya adalah biologi, sudah pasti manusialah makhluk biologis yang paling menarik untuk dirinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bila ilmunya adalah kedokteran, maka neurologi dan genetika lah yang akan menjadi objek ketertarikannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bila ilmunya adalah psikologi, perilaku dalam keterkaitannya dengan saraf dan sistem berpikir manusia yang akan membuatnya tahan berjaga semalaman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bila ilmunya adalah sejarah, dia pasti akan tertarik pada mengapa tokoh-tokoh tersebut melakukan sesuatu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bila ilmunya adalah film, dia akan berada di bidang scriptwriting dimana seluruh tingkah laku tokoh ceritanya akan ditentukan oleh dirinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hal yang sama akan terjadi bila ilmunya adalah sastra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bila ilmunya adalah manajemen, manusia kembali akan menjadi titik tolak seluruh pemikirannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bahkan, ilmunya ada di bidang eksakta seperti fisika dan matematika sekalipun, ia akan ingin mengetahui kisah yang melatari setiap penemuan yang dilakukan oleh setiap ilmuwan dan bukan tidak mungkin dia akan mencoba mereka-reka hubungan antara rumus-rumus itu dengan kehidupan dan pikiran manusia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Singkat kata, apapun ilmu yang digelutinya, dia tidak akan bisa berpaling dari makhluk bernama manusia ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Karena manusia baginya adalah sesuatu yang sangat menarik. Manusia dengan segala atribut akal dan hati yang dimilikinya adalah makhluk yang paling sulit dimengerti. Belum lagi keberadan lingkungan yang entah bagaimana sanggup mempengaruhi makhluk superior ini sampai tulang rusuknya yang terkokoh, lubuk hatinya yang terdalam, dan sikap-sikapnya yang terluar. Manusia baginya lebih dari sekedar makhluk hidup. Manusia adalah dewa, manusia adalah setan, manusia juga hanyalah makhluk rapuh yang menjadi objek kehidupannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yang mengendalikan manusia sebenarnya hanyalah sebuah organ yang bernama otak. Otak yang entah bagaimana dapat mengendalikan seluruh bentuk fisik dan nirfisik manusia tersebut. Otak yang entah bagaimana tidak pernah berhenti bekerja sekalipun manusia tersebut sedang tidur. Otak yang, untuk setiap manusia, memiliki kapasitas yang sama, berada di tempat yang sama, terhubung dengan organ lain dalam tubuh manusia melalui benda-benda yang sama pula, bahkan bekerja dengan mekanisme yang sama. Tetapi, entah bagaimana, selalu mampu menghasilkan sesuatu yang berbeda untuk setiap manusia walaupun manusia tersebut mengalami kejadian yang sama. Sesuatu yang disebut pikiran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Entah apakah ini baik atau buruk bagi seorang manusia untuk memiliki semua hal ini. Karena manusia terlalu berada di 2 titik ekstrem selama hidupnya. Mereka terlalu superior dan terlalu lemah untuk seluruh kehidupan ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;" lang="SV"&gt;Entah pula pikiran apa yang merasuki manusia ini sehingga ia memikirkan semua hal yang entah apa ini. Entah apakah ini baik atau buruk bagi manusia tersebut untuk melakukan hal ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;" lang="SV"&gt;Dia sedang terbang, mengawang tanpa arah tujuan, kurasa.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 120%;" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(see how unimportant this article is? I've warned you..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18419938-115564201994764708?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/115564201994764708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=115564201994764708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/115564201994764708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/115564201994764708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/08/manusia-mengawang.html' title='manusia mengawang..'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-115408289516824274</id><published>2006-07-28T17:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T16:32:35.946+07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Litre of Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;just finished watching 1 Litre of Tears 2 days ago..it's japanese movie everybody said they cried while watching it..but, to my suprise, I didn't cry while watching it..just some tears floating on my eyes happened to come..just floating, never raining down my face..hmm, I wonder why...lack of empathy?&lt;br /&gt;demo ne..still, I found some things good about this movie..1 of them is the songs..the songs used as the soundtrack of this movie are nice..there are 3 songs I was able to notice: ending song, March 9th, and, Konayuki..particularly, due to the meaning it contains, I like the ending song..and Konayuki (due to the music)&lt;br /&gt;just like every dorama I watched, the lyrics of the soundtracks were presented, as well as the meaning in English..Konayuki's lyric is not presented, so it's just the ending song and March 9th..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, here they are..hope u all can take something from these lyrics..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/400/1%20Litre%20of%20Tears%20-%20ending%20song.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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Tears'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-115322183442038006</id><published>2006-07-18T17:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T17:34:02.803+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bekasi-Bromo-Bandung</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;piala dunia uda kelar tgl 10 juli dini hari kemarin dengan italia meraih juara dunia untuk keempat kalinya, perancis meraih posisi runner-up-nya yang pertama dan zidane mengakhiri karirnya dengan tindakan bodoh menanduk marco materazzi (hah!) yang terus dibahas sampe berhari-hari...buntutnya mereka berdua bakal disidang FIFA tgl 20..&lt;br /&gt;piala dunia yang uda kelar ini juga kembali meninggalkan gw yang bingung mo ngapain lagi liburan ini..walaupun masih ada TA yang kudu dikerjain..tapi diri ini masih belum ingin kembali pada dunia nyata itu..&lt;br /&gt;untungnya..orang2 rumah juga mau merasakan hal yang sama..jadilah kita sekeluarga jalan2 dimulai hari kamis, 13 juli 2006, dengan tujuan utama Bromo..&lt;br /&gt;dan..who knows? this holiday turns out to tell me some new things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berangkat lewat utara..qt mampir dulu di rumah istri om gw alias tante gw di boyolali..rumahnya di desa..bener2 masi desa deh..dengan sepasang sapi dan 2 anaknya serta ayam2 berkandang di belakang rumahnya yang gede dan terasa lega banget karena kosong..sawah dan ladang di sekitar rumahnya..jalanan sempit yang cuma cukup 1 mobil doang..jauh dari angkot dan alat transportasi lainnya tapi ga makan waktu lama untuk sampe sana dari boyolali..daerah dimana orang2 yang tinggal berkilo kilometer jauhnya dari rumah tanteku itu pun tau dimana rumah mba'tari (nama tanteku di rumahnya)..bandingin ma gw yang nama tetangga yang tinggaalnya cuma selang 2 rumah pun kaga tau (hah!)..daerah yang dingin tenan dengan 1 makanan yang bener2 baru gw tau: tahu susu..&lt;br /&gt;ada yang pernah tau tahu susu itu apa? jujur..gw baru denger namanya sekali itu..jadi tahu susu itu tahu yang dibuat dari air susu sapi yang baru melahirkan..susu yang harusnya jd haknya si anak sapi..perahannya juga kudu perahan pertama atau kedua..tahu susu ini dibuat dengan merebus susu tersebut ditambah sedikit bumbu sampai mengeras..bentuknya ga ada beda dgn tahu biasa cm rasanya aga lebih gurih dikit..&lt;br /&gt;nah! pas gw ke rumah tante gw itu, sapinya baru 5 hari melahirkan..jadi si tahu susu ini pun tersedia disana..daan gw berkesempatan buat ngerasainnya..lumayan enak juga..&lt;br /&gt;selain tahu susu itu, ga banyak hal baru yang berhasil gw tangkep dari perjalanan pergi itu..sampe akirnya kami sampe di rumah sodara di surabaya..buat istirahat sebentar sebelum nglanjutin ke bromo dan ngejenguk sepupu gw yg cuma 2 taun lbh tua dr gw, seangkatan sekolah dan kuliahnya sama gw, uda lulus mei kemarin (klo ga salah) dan uda nikah sekitar sebulan yang lalu (hah!) dan, due to academic tasks, gw ga dateng ke nikahannya jadi br kmrn itu kenalan sama sepupu baru gw yang lbh tua sekitar 5 taun dari sepupu gw itu..dan mengingat gw ga jauh beda umurnya dr spupu gw itu, keluarlah pertanyaan2 seperti 'lulus kapan?' dan 'udah punya pacar belum?'..halah! untuk sepupu gw ga cukup krg ajar untuk nanya 'kapan nyusul, na?'..fiuuhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perjalanan dilanjutkan ke bromo..ber-8 ma keluarga bude' gw itu kita brangkat ke bromo jm 22.30 waktu wisma menanggal..dan masi ke tropodo dl u/ jmput that newlywed couple yang td balik u/ ambil jaket..dan br brangkat sekitar jm 23.30 WIB..lgs k bromo lwt jln yg ngeharusin kita pindah ke hardtop di tahu tek..lwtnya tongas klo ga salah..naik hardtop dr tahu tek, terkantuk2 lwt lautan pasir saampe akirnya nyampe jg d penanjakan dengan kondisi sangat kedinginan sekali pada sekitar jm 4 WIB..nunggu ampe azan subuh dan br naik sekitar jm 04.45 WIB untuk menonton sunrise seperti org2 lainnya..ga ada yg istimewa di puncak itu selain sunrise yg lumayan bgs karna aga ktutup awan yg jd berwarna bagus bgt bak pelangi..sama sekali ga ada yg istimewa sampe akirnya di perjalanan turun hardtop td ngebawa qt ke lautan pasir dan berhenti di sana..mengizinkan penumpangnya u/ take a trip above by horses..&lt;br /&gt;maka, dimulailah perjalananku ke tangga2 pendakian di atas punggung Rino si kuda berumur 7 taun dr daerah sek.sumbawa dengan dipandu Jury sang joki kuda..perjalanan naik diwarnai dgn gw yg gugup sehingga berkali-kali keilangan keseimbangan di punggung Rino walaupun, untungnya, ga sampe jatuh..dan gw baru sadar klo kuda itu goyangannya kenceng bgt sampe mengakibatkan perasaan tak enak seakan akan selalu jatuh bagi penunggangnya..perjalanan turun jauh lebih menyenangkan apalagi pemandangan yang gw dapet di atas sana, dengan napas ngos-ngosan gara2 tangga panjang yg msti gw laluin tanpa Rino untuk sampe ke atas, bagus bgt dengan semeru dan kawah bromo yg terus2an berasap..&lt;br /&gt;dari perbincangan selama perjalanan turun itulah gw tau dari Jury bahwa Rino dan teman2nya bukanlah milik Jury dan teman2nya, melainkan milik para saudagar kuda..bahwa Jury sudah menjadi joki sejak dia menyelesaikan sekolahnya yang hanya sampe smp..bahwa tidak ada anak sekolahan yg diperbolehkan menjadi joki kuda karna dikhawatirkan akan sering bolos..bahwa menjadi joki kuda hanyalah pekerjaan sampingan Jury yang dilakukannya pada masa2 ramai Bromo, pekerjaan aslinya adalah bertani..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's the first 2 Bs (bekasi-bromo) made..perjalanan pulang adalah 2 B yang terakhir: bromo-bandung..perjalanan pulang adalah wisata budaya, wisata kuliner, dan sedikit petualangan ala 'Jelajah'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;jadi, ceritanya di perjalanan pulang ini, kita mampir dulu ke tempat teman bapakku di daerah berjudul Somoroto di Ponorogo..Om Erning namanya..jadi, dia itu masi keturunan raden2an gt..trus dia masi tinggal di rumah peninggalan keluarganya dengan segala pernak-pernik jaman dulu ya..jadi, rumahnya itu tu gede dan berdiri di atas tanah yang luas bet..rumahny aga2 joglo gt..dgn teras luas yg kaya depannya rumah si dul..ad meja dan bangku2 di sekitarnya, 2 t4 duduk kayu yg panjang, ples 1 dipan kecil..ruang depannya gede bets..kamar2 ada di dinding blakang ruang depan itu..di sebelah kanan rumah ada dapur yg lebih luas drpd rumah tipe 21 yang kepisah..di pojok dapur ada kandang ayam yg segede km.mandi gw di rumah, lebih gede malah..trus memanjang horizontally ada lesung padi yg nyaris sepanjang 1/2 ruangan itu..di dpnnya ada tungku batu..dan berbagai pernik dapur jaman baheula lainnya..di lahan luas sekeliling rumah itu ditanemin macem2..dari pohon salak pondoh, alpuket, jambu, bunga2an sampe pohon jati ada..seriusan!ada pohon jati..bs dibilang kebun jati malah! trus masi ada bangunan lg di dpnnya yg disewain buat jd t4nya CNI..trus sbnrnya tanahnya masi ada lg yg uda diwakafin jd masjid, supermarket ma sekolahan dan tanah yg itu gede jg lho..trus di dkt kebun jati itu ada sumur ma bangunan yg jaman dulunya kamar mandi..trus ada sepeda jaman dulu..walaupun bukan sepeda 2 roda ga seimbang itu si..apa namanya itu? sepeda ontel ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eits! jangan dibayangin klo rumahnya tu di desa gt ya...rumah itu tu adanya di pinggir jalan gede lho...trus kaya ada sungai kecil di depannya..ya..kaya selokan gede aja lah..jd buat masuk ke rumah itu, mesti nyebrang jmbatan dulu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;setelah itu, kita makan siang di sate ayam ponorogo yg katanya dulu pernah dimakan Bung Karno sang proklamator kita lantaran salah 1 istrinya org ponorogo..sate ayam ponorogo yg beda rasa bumbunya ma sate ayam biasa..sate ayam yg ini manis dan kacang di kuahnya tu kerasa bgt trus kuahnya warnanya aga2 merah..tapi enak lho..serius! enak..katanya namanya dulu 'sate ayam Pak Bagong'..tp sekarang pak bagongnya uda bangkrut gara2 sombong dan curang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lanjut! abis makan, kita ke Gontor..iya, gontor yg pesantren itu..jadi ceritanya pas berangkat kn s4 mampir di Gontor Putri 2 yg lg rame2nya PSB..jadi pas pulangnya mampir ke Gontor Putranya..dan selama kunjungan di Gontor itu, gw cuma diem nunggu di mobil doang sambil baca 'To Kill A Mockingbird'-nya Harper Lee..abisnya kn kayanya only the veiled ones allowed there..and eventhough I can wear just for that little visit, yet I was wearing short-sleeved T-shirt that time and eventhough I can wear jacket to cover that, my sister was wearing the until-knee pant anyway so there's no way she could go out and I was keeping accompany for her in the car..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;next..NAH! ini dia ni yg seru..abis dr Gontor itu, kita pegi minum Es Dawet Jabung..beuh! mantep de pokonya yg ini! mantep anehnya..hahaha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Es Dawet Jabung ini cuma es dawet kaya yg biasa org minum di Jakarta dan Bandung..cm warnanya putih, bukan ijo kaya yg biasanya dijual abang2 di sini..klo yg ijop itu es dawet ayu..nah, bedanya es dawet jabung ini ma es dawet ayu dan yg lainnya ada di cara penyajiannya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, now, I need you to imagine this..lo dikasi cangkir berisi minuman beserta tatakan cangkirnya..and what I mean here is tatakan cangkir yg kaya piring kecil itu (what do you call it? saucer?) bukan tatakan gelas yg datar..ok? imagine that already? trus apa yg bakal lo lakuin dalam gerakan lo mengambilnya? ambil cangkirnya aja atau beserta tatakannya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, normally people I know would take the cup along with the saucer..but, that's not the way you do it in Ponorogo..there, they take ONLY the cup and left the saucer in the giver's hand..or may be that's just the way u should take Es Dawet Jabung..kenapa? karena...semua penjual es dawet jabung adalah wanita and taking the saucer along with the cup would mean that you, if you are a boy or a man, are inviting them to come with you..in short term, u are proposing them..either for just one-night stand or forever..if the woman let the saucer go that would mean she's agree to your proposal..otherwise, she'll take a firm grip on the saucer and never let it go to you..the case happen often is bakal kejadian rebut2an tatakan cangkir antara si pembeli dan si penjual..and that happened often I was told..HAHA! interesting, isn't it?! then how if the buyer is a woman as well..nothing will happen I suppose although the saleswoman still not supposed to let go the saucer since it's the only one she has and that's used to cover the dawet's place..AHA! I suppose that's the root of the not-taking-the-saucer-along-with-the-cup tradition in Es Dawet Jabung..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the next best thing is jembatan Cirahong..jembatan ini qt lewatin pas bokap gw yg niatnya wanna go through Manonjaya instead of Ciamis kesasar-sasar lewat jalanan kecil yg akirnya ngebawa kita ke jembatan ajaib ini..jembatan Cirahong sebenernya jembatan besi biasa..bedanya jembatan ini dilewatin sama kereta api dan mobil serta motor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;jadi, jembatan ini ngebentang antara 2 daratan yg kepisah sekitar 200 meteran sama sebuah jurang dalem yg airnya lagi kering sekarang sehingga semua batu kalinya keliatan..jembatan ini dibuat dari besi dgn struktur standar..di bagian atas jembatan adalah rel kereta api one-way sedangkan di antara 2 dinding penyangga rel itu adalah jalanan untuk mobil dan motor (juga one way) yang terbuat dari kayu-kayu melintang sepanjang jembatan..jadi mobil dan motor yang mo lewat jembatan itu tuh kudu gantian lewatnya..buat ngatur itu, 1 pos penjagaan ditempatkan di setiap ujung jembatan..kemudian kayu-kayu pembentuk jalan itu udah aga2 rusak sehingga pertlu dibantu lagi ama 4 buah kayu (2 di setiap sisinya) yg memanjang di jembatan mobil-motor itu dan terletak di atas kayu-kayu kecil yg melintang tadi..1 more details, keempat kayu panjang itu tidak cukup lebar untuk menutupi seluruh kayu kecil yg melintang di bawahnya..jadi ada sejenis got rendah di tengah kayu-kayu panjang tempat roda-roda mobil menjejakkan dirinya itu..got yang dialasi kayu-kayu kecil yang melintang..put all those details together et voila! u'll got the picture of Cirahong Bridge! pretty scary, huh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;setiap mobil yg lewat jembatan itu bakal ngerasain jalan yg goyangannya seperti ketika melewati jalan rusak..hanya saja sekarang mobil itu sedang berjalan di atas jalan kayu di dalam sebuah jembatan dengan jurang dalam penuh batu kali di bawahnya dan dinding-dinding besi jembatan yang terbuat dengan struktur sedemikian sehingga terdapat banyak lubang-lubang kecil di kanan kirinya..lubang-lubang di antara struktur jembatan itu memungkinkan setiap orang yg melewati jembatan itu melihat pemandangan jurang penuh batu kali dan tebing-tebing hijaunya di balik dinding jembatan itu..pemandangan yg astonishingly beautiful..pemandangan itulah yg ngebuat gw sekeluarga nyesel bgt karena terlalu panik sampe ga bs motret pemandangan dr dalem jembatan Cirahong itu yg mungkin gakkan 2 kali bakal kita lewatin..that was pretty scary experience, adventurous yet beautiful..straightly speaking, personally, someday, I wanna go through that bridge again, feel my heart jumping as I drive inside the bridge and watch that beautiful view once again..that time I'll make sure to document it into some photos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the other great thing I spot on my holiday journey is something about the unique roof some houses in some areas has and those children going to and back from school riding the bikes..that just reminds on how I want to go to school by bike but never get a chance to do it since my school has always been a lil' bit far from my home..in some distance that makes u need to take angkot to get there..it's just my kindergarten that can be reach by bicycle yet I was just about 3 or 4 years old that time and the school's is across the road so there's no way my parents would let me ride the bike there..telling u the truth, I still had that dream of going to school by bike..may be some day on my work days, I'll get the chance to go to my workplace riding the bicycles..plus, that way, I won't be among those sinners getting our ozone thinner and our roads in traffic jam everyday, right?! yet, I'll get to keep my health in a good condition..well, I hope so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;well, that's my holiday journey..unusually leaving some remarkable things on my mind..and I'm glad I did it..really glad..just for your notes, that journey was held based on 1 thought that may be that would be the last journey our family would be able to do together since may be for some years in the future it's gonna be difficult for us to find some spare time for all of us to go in a journey like this together again..if that's the case, then this journey will be remembered as our last journey..dakara, I'm so glad that we did this journey now..so I can gain some memory, some new knowledge and some holiday with my family..domo arigatou gozaimasu, God-sama..&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/18419938-115322183442038006?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/115322183442038006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=115322183442038006&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/115322183442038006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/115322183442038006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/07/bekasi-bromo-bandung.html' title='Bekasi-Bromo-Bandung'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-115228584678005825</id><published>2006-07-07T21:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T22:30:43.286+07:00</updated><title type='text'>21</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;21 is the second combination of 2 first number known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;21 is the number comes after 20 and before 22&lt;br /&gt;21 is 7 times 3..look at the letter ‘73’ made..it’s a B..B for the Best..has 21 been proven as one’s best year? I dunno..&lt;br /&gt;21 is the counts those armies fire to the air to celebrate the day..they shoot 21 times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;21 is 3 times 7..while 7 has been well-known as lucky number and “3 times” is the magic lines used in every tale..lines like “call my names 3 times then I’ll come to you” or “say the spell 3 times then it will take effect” are very common on those tales..even when a muslim’s doing ‘wudhu’, every single move type is done 3 times..then the join of 3 times 7 has come to the meaning of a great luck as in casino..7 repeated 3 times consecutively or ‘777’ is the number coming out of the casino machine that would gain the greatest point..150 if u play it on handphone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 is the number picked by the best cinema company in Indonesia, Cineplex 21..&lt;br /&gt;21 is Zinedine Zidane’s number when he was playing for Juventus..while during that era he had been awarded “The Best Player of The World” award and brought his country to its first World Champion in World Cup 1998 and brings him to be my favourite football player ever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;21 is the age of adulthood..being 17 is come of age, but being 21 is being an adult totally..those aged 21 and above are allowed to own firing machines, to buy alcoholic drink, to buy and watch any kind of movies (coz there are only 4 types of movie known: children, PG [around 13+], 17+, and 21+..CMIIW), to become fully responsible of oneself, to be totally free to decide..in short, to become an adult..and I don’t really like it actually, being adult I mean..&lt;br /&gt;21 is what my age become 3 days and some hours ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born on the fourth day of the seventh month of the year 1985..on the 4th of July..&lt;br /&gt;Talking about numbers, the Japanese consider 4 as the number of unfortunate while 7, as been said above, is the lucky number..yet 2 countries on earth, USA and Philipine, was born on the 4th of July and, no matter how bad Bush is, USA is the greatest nation on earth..I guess 7 has more influence on USA than 4..&lt;br /&gt;And 3 days ago, July 4th 2006, I have become 21..although it’s not as special as those prime numbers, 21 is the number resulted from 3 times 7..&lt;br /&gt;Aha! Here comes the number 7 again!&lt;br /&gt;hope this year is gonna turn out great..as so many 7s it brings out with..Amin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bon anniversaire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I got 13 (a number they said as number of unfortunate yet some just believe that 13 is also a lucky number) birthday calls, 4 of them left without me answering it for many reasons, leaving only 7 calls received successfully by me..7 birthday sms..and 3 'happy birthday' through the net...and I say..take a look at those numbers included! hehehe :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18419938-115228584678005825?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-115088510678217241</id><published>2006-06-21T17:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T17:32:33.406+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;32 countries gather in 1 country&lt;br /&gt;each one wants to play the whole 7 games&lt;br /&gt;2 parts are played, 45+ minutes each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 players play on the green field&lt;br /&gt;kicking, passing, tackling, throwing, jumping, running, walking, yelling, punching, catching, touching, pushing, dancing, helping, struggling to be the last to laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;millions, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; may be trillions, eyes are watching them&lt;br /&gt;stuck in front of television, at the cafe, in the stadium&lt;br /&gt;stuck on the ball moving back and forward and the green field and all 22 players in many colours and 3 officials with their whistle and their flags on their hands&lt;br /&gt;they are yelling, crying, laughing, smiling, applauding, jumping, hugging, partying, gambling&lt;br /&gt;get silent, get upset, get happy, get amused, get shocked&lt;br /&gt;they do everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a party&lt;br /&gt;it's a competition&lt;br /&gt;it's the greatest event on earth&lt;br /&gt;it's only once every 4 years&lt;br /&gt;it's football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's a WORLD CUP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/18419938-115088510678217241?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/115088510678217241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=115088510678217241&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/115088510678217241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/115088510678217241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/06/enjoy.html' title='Enjoy!'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-115019199996590098</id><published>2006-06-13T15:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T16:46:40.576+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Manhattan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;barusan nonton little manhattan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;tentang anak cowok, temen2nya yang menganut paham cewek adalah penyakit, dan cinta pertamanya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;gw nonton ni film karena diajukan sama salah satu temen gw..trus pernah baca postingan di blog temen yang juga ttg film ini..plus..dendam karena ga berhasil ngebakar film ini di cl beberapa hari yang lalu..hehehhe :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;pertama nonton..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;masi bisa komentar..maka..mikir..ko bisa-bisanya ada daerah yang di sekolahnya ada paham pemisahan cewek-cowok dengan alasan segitu ga masuk akalnya...di New York pula! hehehe..bayangin aja..masa ada anak cowok disentuh dikit tangannya ma anak cewek trus langsung histeris bilang bakal kutilan..terus ada juga adegan yang tau2 semua anak di kelas si tokoh utama muntah nyembur ke anak2 cewek yang duduk di depannya entah karena apa..curiga karena ada yang disentuh juga si..terus nular sama yang lain..hahahaha :D bisa-bisanya yang bikin cerita punya ide kaya gitu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;tengah-tengah nonton..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ga mikir apa-apa..ngikut aja ma alur ceritanya..ngikik sedikit (berhubung gw nonton di cl dgn berbekalkan headphone) di sana-sini..komentar2 ga penting di sana-sini juga..hehehe.. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;akir2 nonton..(ato malah abis nonton ya?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ya..seperti cerita2 cinta yang indah lainnya..akirnya anak cowok tokoh utamanya mendapatkan kebahagiaan..walaupun ditolak dengan alasan "belum berani jatuh cinta", ga berhasil naik ke sabuk kuning di karatenya, dan patah tangan..tapi banyak hal yang dia dapet dari pengalaman 2.5-and-a-little-bit-more weeks nya itu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;dan kesimpulan gw di akhir adalah seperti ini: love is really really such a strange little complex thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha..ga mutu ya..sebenernya gw cuma pengen nulis kesimpulannya itu..tapi merasa aneh kalau cuma 1 kalimat itu doang..jadi merasa "bertanggung jawab" untuk menjelaskan asal muasal datangnya kesimpulan itu (walau akirnya ga ngejelasin juga si.. ;p ) hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;yah..intinya film ini lumayan ngebuat gw pengen punya biar bisa ditonton berulang2 (tapi ga punya duit buat ngebakar di comlabs..)hehehe..dan..akirnya gw nonton film orang bule lagi (film keluarga pula..gw suka jenis film kaya gini..hehehe :p) setelah sekian lama dicekokin ma film orang2 sipit yang ternyata ga kalah bagus ma film orang bule dan film bukan orang (alias kartun ato anime) yang jarang masuk akal penggambarannya (walaupun ga pernah gw pikirin juga si..) menyenangkan rasanya..hehehe :p..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;yah..emang ga penting si tulisan ini..dan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, love is really really such a strange little complex thing I don't think I'll ever understand..hehehe :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha :D ja ne!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18419938-115019199996590098?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/115019199996590098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=115019199996590098&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/115019199996590098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/115019199996590098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/06/little-manhattan.html' title='Little Manhattan'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-115018145088441675</id><published>2006-06-13T12:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T13:50:53.603+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bagus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bagus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aah..bagus itu apa ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ungkapan keindahan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;atas apa? barang? benda? manusia? makhluk hidup? atau benda mati?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;yah..biasanya si..barang ya..benda ya..benda mati ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;tapi dia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;dia tidak demikian..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;dia berkata bagus..untuk segalanya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;segalanya? ya..segalanya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;tidak benda mati..tidak makhluk hidup..tidak pemandangan ciptaan-Nya..bahkan manusia pun disebut bagus olehnya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;terkesan meremehkan? ya..memang demikian ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;karena biasanya bagus itu untuk barang..untuk benda..yah..persepsinya begitu kan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;kalau digunakan untuk manusia..jadi terkesan menganggap manusia itu sama seperti barang..yang tidak bernyawa dan berkehendak..padahal kan..tidak seperti itu ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;tapi dia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;dia bilang..dia hanya menghargai keindahan..tanpa peduli dalam wujud apapun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;walaupun itu manusia? ya..walaupun itu manusia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;justru karena itu manusia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;dia bilang..terlalu banyak kata yang diciptakan manusia untuk menyebut keindahan manusia lainnya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;cakep..ganteng..tampan..cantik..manis..lucu..cute..dan lain-lain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;aah..banyak sekali..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;dan dia bingung..semua kata itu..ditujukan untuk menyebutkan keindahan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;membingungkan..seharusnya maknanya berbeda satu sama lain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;tapi dia tidak mengerti..dia bingung..maka diputuskannya untuk mengganti semuanya dengan 1 kata: bagus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ya..bagus seharusnya sesuai..karena bagus berarti tidak jelek kan?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;aah..tidak begitu juga ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;membingungkan..manusia itu memang membingungkan..tapi, yah..mau apa lagi..dia juga manusia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;lantas..apa itu keindahan manusia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;apa hanya fisik? bukankah katanya manusia punya akal..yang membedakannya dari semua ciptaan-Nya yang lain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;punya hati..yang adalah bagian terpenting dari manusia itu..kalau buruk, maka buruklah semuanya..kalau baik, maka baiklah semuanya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;bukankah demikian yang dikatakan-Nya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;lalu..bagaimana dengan "bagus" yang dia bilang..apakah hanya fisik? atau..bagaimana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;apakah dia ini hanya salah satu manusia picik yang mendewakan fisik? atau bagaimana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;aah..dia tidak mendewakan fisik..ya..tidak mendewakannya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;tapi..memang benar..dia memuja keindahan..memang fisik itu yang paling mudah dinilai indah tidaknya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;yah..begitu katanya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;tapi dia tidak mendewakannya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;dia sering berkata manusia itu bagus, manusia ini bagus..spontan begitu saja..hanya berlandaskan penglihatannya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;penglihatan? fisik yang dia lihat kalau begitu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ya..ya..memang fisik..sudah kukatakan fisik itu paling mudah dilihat bukan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;tapi tidak berarti dia mendewakan fisik kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ketika dia melihat manusia berhati baik pun dia sebut manusia itu bagus..walaupun fisiknya tidak bagus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;eh..begitu kan ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;aah..aku ini bukan dia..aku tidak tahu apa yang dia pikirkan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;dia itu memang seperti itu..membingungkan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;spontan saja dia katakan bagus..berdasarkan fisik tentu saja..itu picik? ya..tentu saja itu picik..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;tapi..tak jarang juga kutemukan manusia-manusia itu..manusia-manusia yang dikatakannya bagus atas dasar fisik..mereka juga bagus secara akal dan hati..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;dia itu..seperti..bisa menilai sesuatu hanya dengan melihatnya saja..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;sesuatu? ya..sesuatu..karena hampir seluruh hal yang disebutnya bagus..ternyata memang bagus..luar-dalam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ah..kok aku jadi seperti dia ya..berkata "sesuatu"..seperti dia saja..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ya..dia memang begitu..selalu berkata "sesuatu" atau "benda" pada hal-hal yang tidak diketahuinya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;terkesan picik ya..? yah..ya..memang seperti itu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;eh, tapi..dia hebat kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;bisa menilai sesuatu luar dalam hanya dengan melihatnya saja..itu hebat kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ah..ya..ya..dia memang hebat..setidaknya menurutku dia hebat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ah..tapi..dia itu siapa ya? kau mau tahu? atau kau tidak peduli?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ah, mungkin kau tidak peduli ya..tapi aku juga tidak peduli..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;tidak peduli kau mau tahu atau tidak, aku tetap akan mengatakannya..begitu maksudku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;dia itu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;temanku..ya..ya..dia itu temanku..dan aku ingin menjadi seperti dia..bisa menilai hanya dengan melihat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ah..mengecewakan ya? hm..maaf ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;hm..hm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;jadi kesimpulannya apa ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;kesimpulan apa maksudmu? kesimpulan dari tulisan ini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ah..iya juga ya..kita ini kan manusia terpelajar..manusia logis..jadi sudah selogisnya kita menanyakan kesimpulan dari tulisan ini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;aah..aku tidak suka kelogisan..tadinya tulisan ini tidak mau kusimpulkan..mau kubiarkan saja demikian..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;egois ya? ah..ya..bukankah manusia memang egois..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;tapi..aku punya alasan..tulisan ini tidak ingin kusimpulkan..karena..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;akan mengecewakan..ya..kalau kusimpulkan..kalian akan kecewa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;karena kalau aku menyimpulkannya, maka kesimpulannya akan menjadi seperti ini:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"bagus adalah kata yang digunakan dia untuk menyebut setiap keindahan yang ditemuinya dan dia tidak akan mengganti penggunaan kata itu hanya karena kalian tidak setuju dengannya karena dia tidak peduli apa yang kalian pikirkan mengenai kata bagus yang digunakannya itu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;yah..begitulah kira-kira..mengecewakan kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ah..ya..aku..memang tidak pandai menyimpulkan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;hm..kurasa aku..harus minta maaf lagi pada kalian..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;hm..hm..maaf ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18419938-115018145088441675?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/115018145088441675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=115018145088441675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/115018145088441675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/115018145088441675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/06/bagus.html' title='Bagus'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-114949986848605339</id><published>2006-06-05T15:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T18:04:10.963+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yamede..then..hajime!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just now, on my way home from my "beloved" campus -got my eyes blackened from days of sleepless nights, feeling sleepy and dreamy at the same time, cursing and complaining at these never-ending-yet-finally-ended tasks- I met this group of youngsters..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;They're singing, chatting, joking, smiling, laughing happily and sincerely..honto ni sincerely..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not that this is the first time I met them, but. yes, it's just this time I notice that they did it all in that way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;D'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;you know who they are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yup..they're just a group of youngsters (just like what I said before) that we normally called "street singer"...woo..it sounds good in English, isn't it? It sounds worse in our mother langunge.."pengamen"..haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Street singers -as clearly stated in the name- live on the street..at the very least, they live from what they earn on the street..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, that was said that to live on the street is never been easy..thousands stories have been made by all those worldwide writers, poets, scriptwriters, and such to describe how hard it is to live on the street...it's tough, they said of it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;That was said so..yet, not that I don't believe it,but, from what I saw today..I can't see it..(may be I'm just blind enough to not seeing it..I don't know..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;They live it..happiliy..they enjoy it..so much that I almost feel like changing position with them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not that I know if they're complaining or not..I just feel shame of myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;In any level, my life, may be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt; is just 5% or less as tough as theirs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet..I spent aaall the time complaining about eeeverything happened in my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;While..I can get all my basic needs fulfiilled as easy as going to the ATM and (I guess) they're not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I cried to myself.."yamede, nadia!..yamede!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stop..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stop complaining about yourself..stop complaining about your life and all this never-ending obstacles..coz there's gotta be something good lies behind every bad things happened to you..making there's no bad thing at all in this world..or, at least, they said so..those grown-ups..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dakara..yamede..stop it..stop complaining..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hajime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Start..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Start believing that there's good thing lies behind all those bads happened..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Start thanking God of all the things happened..no matter how bad or how good it may seem..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, that was said (again..) that when u're thanking on everything..u will have the best quality life and everything would be just fine..hehehe :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dakara..minna-san..let's do it..yamede..then..hajime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: I'm really sorry for the inconvenience possibly caused by my bad English and Japanese..honto ni gomenna..dakara, all critics and comments regarding the grammar or vocabularay of this post are very welcome..(as well as the content of course :p)&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/18419938-114949986848605339?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/114949986848605339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=114949986848605339&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114949986848605339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114949986848605339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/06/yamedethenhajime.html' title='Yamede..then..hajime!'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-114553039445504465</id><published>2006-04-20T17:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T17:53:14.516+07:00</updated><title type='text'>aku benci itu..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;kemarin gw iseng ke blognya faiz..siapa tau ada yang baru..dan..gw menemukan ini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DARI SEORANG ANAK, BAGI AYAH IBU YANG AKAN BERCERAI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Ayah, Ibu&lt;br /&gt;tolong, jangan cerai&lt;br /&gt;sebab bercerai selalu membuat kita runtuh&lt;br /&gt;tak bisakah semua dibicarakan baik-baik&lt;br /&gt;dengan kepala sedingin batu es&lt;br /&gt;dan hati yang embun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Tolong,&lt;br /&gt;jangan bertengkar di hadapan kami&lt;br /&gt;apalagi saling melempar perabotan&lt;br /&gt;jangan menebar caci dan fitnah&lt;br /&gt;apalagi sampai ke koran, majalah dan televisi&lt;br /&gt;dan jangan jadikan rumah kita&lt;br /&gt;bagai zona perang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Mengapa kalian saling menyakiti&lt;br /&gt;dan mengabaikan kami?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Kami bukan lemari&lt;br /&gt;yang kalian pajang di rumah&lt;br /&gt;bisa digotong ke sana kemari&lt;br /&gt;kami punya kebeningan hati&lt;br /&gt;pendapat yang bisa dipertimbangkan&lt;br /&gt;kamilah penggenggam erat semua cinta&lt;br /&gt;yang kalian lempar sampai begitu jauh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;angan bercerai,&lt;br /&gt;kecuali hanya bila salah satu pergi menghadapNya&lt;br /&gt;jangan bercerai,&lt;br /&gt;kecuali hanya bila ada yang mengingkari ilahi&lt;br /&gt;jangan bercerai, ayah ibu&lt;br /&gt;sebab itu berarti meruntuhkan dunia indah&lt;br /&gt;yang kita bangun sejak dulu&lt;br /&gt;dari senyuman dan kenangan&lt;br /&gt;yang kita kumpulkan setiap waktu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Ayah ibu,&lt;br /&gt;bila kalian tetap bercerai&lt;br /&gt;mungkin kami tak lagi kanak-kanak&lt;br /&gt;diri kami akan menyusut, mengerut&lt;br /&gt;menjelma gumpalan duka tanpa mata,&lt;br /&gt;lalu mungkin akan kami asah&lt;br /&gt;duri-duri hati menjadi taring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Pada suatu masa&lt;br /&gt;kalian pun akan tergugu&lt;br /&gt;menemukan kami yang berhati bolong&lt;br /&gt;di sepanjang lorong&lt;br /&gt;menuju rumah entah siapa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;tulisan ini..gw suka banget..betul-betul suka..dan gw sepakat banget..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;menurut gw..cerai itu perbuatan terkutuk..mereka yang memutuskan cerai tidak pantas lagi disebut orangtua..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;karena mereka sudah tidak lagi memikirkan anak-anaknya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;karena mereka hanya memikirkan diri sendiri..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;karena mereka egois..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;tak pernah peduli siapa sebenarnya yang akan jadi korban dari perbuatan mereka..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;mereka betul-betul tega..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;apalagi kalau kemudian mereka bertanya pada sang anak.."nak, mau ikut mama atau papa?"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;kalau begitu mereka mungkin sudah buta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;mungkin mereka sudah bukan manusia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;karena anak bukanlah barang maka mereka bertanya..mungkin itu yang mereka pikirkan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;tapi..yang anaknya pikirkan? apakah mereka memikirkannya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;apakah mereka peduli?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;apakah mereka pernah mempertimbangkannya..pergulatan hati sang anak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;yang diciptakan dan dibesarkan dengan dan dari cinta kasih keduanya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;tiba-tiba ia harus dibenturkan untuk memilih salah satu dari kedua orangtuanya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;pernahkah mereka memikirkannya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;sungguh! kalau mereka melakukan itu..mereka sungguh kejam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;tapi..di atas segalanya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;aku tak suka perbuatan ini..sangat benci perbuatan ini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;karena menurut aku..cerai adalah perbuatan seorang pengecut..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;mengapa pengecut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;karena mereka telah mengambil sebuah keputusan vital..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;sebuah keputusan penting..keputusan seumur hidup..untuk menikah..untuk hidup bersama..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;keputusan itu telah mereka ambil..kemudian mereka membatalkannya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;seenak hati, mereka membatalkannya..bagaimana bisa? bagaimana mungkin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;karena kukira menikah adalah sebuah keputusan sekali seumur hidup..maka kupikir seharusnya sudah mereka pertimbangkan seluruh manfaat dan mudaratnya..seluruh risikonya..semuanya..harusnya sudah mereka pertimbangkan..dan..ketika akhirnya mereka memutuskan untuk mengambil segala tanggung jawab dan risikonya..kupikir..tidak sepantasnya mereka menarik kembali keputusan itu..tidak sepantasnya mereka membatalkan keputusan itu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;menurutku..mereka hanyalah sepasang pengecut..bila mereka melakukan itu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;apalagi bila mereka tidak lagi hanya berdua..bila sudah ada anak-anak mereka di antara mereka..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;mereka betul-betul pengecut keji..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;tidak peduli berapa umur anak mereka..tindakan tersebut hanya akan menimbulkan luka pada segenap jiwa raga sang anak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;aku tidak percaya bila anak yang sudah lebih besar umurnya akan dapat menghadapi perceraian orangtuanya dengan lebih baik-baik saja daripada anak yang lebih kecil umurnya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;bila ada orang yang mengatakan demikian..aku tidak percaya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;karena..bila hal ini terjadi pada diriku sendiri..bila kedua orangtuaku memutuskan untuk berpisah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;kukira aku tidak akan sanggup menghadapinya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;aku pasti hancur..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;bahkan mungkin..aku akan mati..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;karna ku takkan sanggup membenci keduanya..satu pun aku tidak sanggup..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;karna ku takkan sanggup memilih salah satunya..aku ingin keduanya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;utuh..dan tak terpisahkan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;sementara aku benci perceraian dan mereka yang melakukannya..terlebih lagi perceraian dengan anak..sungguh aku benci itu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;aku terlalu mencintai mereka..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;maka..mungkin lebih baik aku mati..daripada aku harus membenci mereka..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;betul..lebih baik..aku mati..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;maaf..kalau terlalu emosional..ini hanya sebuah opiniku..curahan hatiku..teriakan jiwaku..sama sekali tanpa niat persuasif..kalian boleh sepakat..kalian bisa mendebat..kalian bahkan bisa menolak..karena ini semua dilandasi dengan awalan 'menurutku'..maka..kupersilakan..dan..terima kasih..&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/18419938-114553039445504465?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/114553039445504465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=114553039445504465&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114553039445504465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114553039445504465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/04/aku-benci-itu.html' title='aku benci itu..'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-114465101367642299</id><published>2006-04-10T13:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T13:36:53.676+07:00</updated><title type='text'>orang hebat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kesadaran adalah matahari,&lt;br /&gt;Kesabaran adalah bumi,&lt;br /&gt;Kesabaran menjadi cakrawala,&lt;br /&gt;Dan perjuangan adalah pelaksanaan kata-kata&lt;br /&gt;-W S Rendra-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keren ya? Itu cukilan puisinya WS Rendra yang diulas di Kompas hari ini..(WS Rendra-nya yang diulas..bukan puisinya..)&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, gw ngerasa uda pernah denger baris puisi itu..tapi..udah lupa dimana..pas OS kali ya..entah OSKM atau PPAB..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acc to me..Tulisan yang bagus berasal dari orang yang hebat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurut gw..semua orang yang bisa menuangkan idenya..menularkan pikirannya melalui tulisan..film atau apapun yang lainnya..adalah orang-orang yang hebat..&lt;br /&gt;Mereka yang bisa memberitahukan mimpinya pada dunia juga orang-orang hebat..&lt;br /&gt;Apalagi mereka yang bisa melakukan semua itu tanpa memberi kesan menggurui..malah ikut membawa orang lain ingin menjadi seperti mereka..mereka adalah orang-orang hebat..&lt;br /&gt;Satu lagi yang masuk kategori orang hebat..yaitu mereka yang bisa memberi kebahagiaan pada orang lain..mereka juga orang hebat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahhhh..!&lt;br /&gt;Pengen jadi orang hebat!&lt;br /&gt;Suatu saat nanti..gw pengen jadi orang hebat..!&lt;br /&gt;Dan gw pengen akhir dari tulisan di atas bukan hanya pada tataran mimpi..&lt;br /&gt;Seperti kata Rendra..perjuangan adalah pelaksanaan kata-kata..&lt;br /&gt;Gw pengen ngelaksanain itu..pengen jadi orang hebat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rumahku..9 April 2006..1930 WIB&lt;/em&gt;&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/18419938-114465101367642299?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/114465101367642299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=114465101367642299&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114465101367642299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114465101367642299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/04/orang-hebat.html' title='orang hebat'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-114465074148734043</id><published>2006-04-10T13:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T13:32:21.506+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Akad..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wanita diciptakan dari rusuk pria..&lt;br /&gt;Bukan dari kepalanya untuk menjadi atasannya..&lt;br /&gt;Bukan pula dari kakinya untuk dijadikan alasnya..&lt;br /&gt;Melainkan dari sisinya untuk jadi teman hidupnya..&lt;br /&gt;Dekat pada lengannya untuk dilindungi..&lt;br /&gt;Dan dekat di hatinya untuk dicintai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah kata-kata yang mengawali undangan pernikahan om gue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang gw di rumah..libur 4 harian..sabtu ampe selasa..&lt;br /&gt;Jumat malem pulang buru-buru soalnya sabtu pagi ada acara nikahannya om gue itu..&lt;br /&gt;Gue pengen liat dia nikah..well, nikahnya sebenernya udahan pas hari jumat itu si..akadnya maksud gw..itu kan yang ngeresmiin pernikahan?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi..untung tak dapat diraih..malang tak dapat ditolak..&lt;br /&gt;Sabtu pagi ketika gw uda mo siap2 buat berangkat ke nikahan itu..gw dapet kabar kalo dokter gigi gw ga bisa ketemuan hari minggu..bisanya hari sabtu itu juga..cuma ampe jam1 lagi bisanya!&lt;br /&gt;Walhasil..alih-alih dateng ke nikahan om gue, gw malah ke dokter gigi ampe siang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acara nikahan hari itu sebenernya ada 2..yang 1 resepsi om gue itu..1 lagi akad nikah anak sepupu nyokap gw..&lt;br /&gt;Jadilah hari itu..gw cuma bisa dateng ke akad doang..&lt;br /&gt;Itu pertama kalinya gw liat yang namanya akad nikah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi..kalo yang kemarin gw liat akad nikah tu diawalin ma adat yang namanya hantaran..&lt;br /&gt;Di hantaran ini..pihak cowok ngebawa segala macem barang buat pihak cewek..&lt;br /&gt;Kaga tau dah barangnya ape aje..banyak aja yang jelas..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus uda gitu mulai kan..prosesi akadnya..&lt;br /&gt;Pasangan calon pengantin duduk di depan penghulu dan walinya si cewek..kepisah ma meja..di kanan kiri meja itu duduk masing2 saksi pernikahan itu..&lt;br /&gt;Sampe di sini..gw nanya bokap gw..”pak, kok yang bapaknya yang cowok kaga ada?” terus kata bokap gw..”yah..kan yang cowok uda bawa dirinya sendiri..ga perlu diserahin lagi ma orangtuanya..” Oooo…begitu rupanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus si penghulu ngomong macem2..ga tau apa aja..sampe akirnya dia minta yang cewek minta maap ma bokapnya atas segala kesalahan yang dulu dia buat..soalnya katanya kan selama ini, dia digedein ma orangtuanya (diwakilkan ma bokapnya yang ada di situ..) pasti uda buat banyak salah..sementara abis ini..abis nikahan ini maksudnya..dia uda bener2 lepas dari orangtuanya…&lt;br /&gt;Yah..sejenis itulah pokoknya..&lt;br /&gt;Udah maap2an gitu..yang kalo gw ga salah sekalian acara si cewek nyerahin sejenis kuasa sama bapaknya buat nikahin dia ma yang cowoknya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya..sampe di situ juga..sempet kesebut sesuatu sama si mc pas awal2 mereka mau duduk..sesuatu sejenis: “…pernikahan ananda A dengan pemuda pilihannya, B…”&lt;br /&gt;Denger itu..gw cuma bisa komentar..”hehehe..berarti cewek yang milih cowok ya..makanya pemuda pilihan..bukan pemudi pilihan..kesian amat yang cowok..nunggu dipilih..hehehe ;p”&lt;br /&gt;Gw ngerasa lucu aja ngedenger itu..apalagi kita idup di Indonesia yang notabene masih patriarki sekali..dimana-mana pasti cowok dianggep lebih tinggi derajatnya daripada cewek..&lt;br /&gt;Eh, ternyata ketika sampai pada yang namanya jenjang pernikahan..yang ada malah “pemuda pilihan”..bukan “pemudi pilihan”..hahahaha..akirnya kalah juga mereka disini.. :D&lt;br /&gt;You go, girls! Girl rules! Yeah! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus blablabla lagi..sampe akirnya si penghulu nyebutin 5 rukun nikah..(gw cm bisa komentar..”5 ya? Kaya rukun islam.. ;p”)..yaitu:&lt;br /&gt;1.      calon suami&lt;br /&gt;2.      calon istri&lt;br /&gt;3.      wali dari pihak perempuan&lt;br /&gt;4.      saksi minimal 2&lt;br /&gt;5.      ijab Kabul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emang dasar gw..doyannya komentar..denger 5 rukun itu..gw pikir..”nah, berarti ente ga perlu ada dong, pak penghulu!” hahaha…kesian amat..dia yang bacain..dia yang ga perlu ada..&lt;br /&gt;abis acara, gw ngomong ini ke beberapa tante gw..komentar mereka..”iye..mang kaga perlu ada dia..dia tu cuma perlu ada kalo walinya si cewek ga ada..nah, die tu yang jadi walinya!”..&lt;br /&gt;terus dilanjutin gini..”tapi kalo dia ga ada..tar ga ada yang nyatet dong! Ribet sendiri dah entar ngurusinnya..tar dia tinggal ketawa2 aja..’sapa suru lo kaga ngundang gw..!’ hehehe “&lt;br /&gt;hah?! Iya ya..bener juga..ngurusnya pegimana entar ya? Bisa2 tar surat nikah kaga langsung di tangan ya? Kalo yang gw liat kemaren mah langsung dapet surat nikah tu anak 2..&lt;br /&gt;Wah wah..ada gunanya juga ya ternyata si bapak penghulu ini..biar kata ga ada di rukun juga..Indonesia ribet birokrasinya, bos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acara lanjut sampe walinya yang cewek nyerahin anaknya ke calon mantunya itu..ada kata-kata..apa ya? Lupa gw..yang paling gw inget..kata-kata itu diawalin sama sepenggal ucapan dari Al-Qur’an..mungkin sejenis Bismillah tapi lebih panjang..&lt;br /&gt;Nah! Abis kata-kata itu..harusnya ada kata2 lain..tapi sepupu nyokap gw itu (itungannya om jadinya ke gw..) ga bisa ngomong apa2 sampe lumayan lama..3 menit aja ada deh!&lt;br /&gt;Sampe di sini..gw nanya bokap gw lagi..”ko dia diem aja?” “lagi nenangin hati..nguasain perasaan..” gitu kata bokap gw..&lt;br /&gt;Wah! Jadi kepikiran lagi..iya juga ya..pan ceritanya die mo nyerahin anaknya ke orang lain..tu anak yang dari lahir ampe segede gitu die yang urus..die yang awasin..sekarang tiba2 dia harus nyerahin hak dia atas anak itu ke orang lain..yah..kebayang sih..pasti sedih..pasti perlu nenangin hati..pasti kepikiran juga soalnya..”bener ga ya ni bocah bisa ngejaga anak gue..aman ga ya anak gue di tangan ni anak..”&lt;br /&gt;kalo bokap yang baek..pastilah kepikiran kaya gitu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah! Gw jadi pengen ngerutuk tingkah laku semua cowok di dunia ini yang seenaknya aja memperlakukan istrinya..udah lupa kali ya mereka..kalo yang ada di samping mereka sekarang tu amanah! Bukan cuma orang tuna-apapun yang kesasar di depan rumah..jadi bisa diperlakukan semena-mena kayak pembantu sial yang ga punya hak apapun atas hidupnya sendiri..semuanya kudu manut ma majikan sialannya..&lt;br /&gt;WOI! Inget, woi! Anak orang tu! Anak orang! Uda dititipin ke lo..kudu dijaga dong! Uda pas ngambil bikin sedih hati orangtuanya..eh, malah ga keberesan diperlakuinnya..wah..kaga punya hati mang lu pade2 ya..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yak..acara berlanjut terus sampe disebutin syarat2 si istri boleh minta cerai sama suaminya..&lt;br /&gt;Wah! Lumayan juga tu syaratnya..&lt;br /&gt;Kaga bisa ngasi nafkah 6 bulan aja..boleh minta cerai..&lt;br /&gt;Ngelakuin kekasaran fisik aja..dengan tanpa disebutkan berapa kali..yang berarti sekali juga jadi..boleh..minta cerai..&lt;br /&gt;Dan ada syarat2 lain..kaya ninggalin selama 2 tahun..de-es-be..de-es-be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekali lagi..gw ga bisa nahan diri gw buat komentar..gw pikir..&lt;br /&gt;”walah! yang boleh minta cerai cuma istrinya doang ya..gimana kalo nanti ternyata yang diseksa tu malah si suaminya..gimana kalo ternyata si istrinya tu doyannya maen fisik..maen pukul..jambak..tampar..tendang..dan segala macem kekasaran fisik lainnya..suaminya kaga boleh minta cerai dong! Kudu nrimo terus perlakuan istrinya yang semena-mena itu..walah..kesian betul!”&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was unfair..&lt;br /&gt;Hah! Tapi sekali lagi..ini ngebalikin gw ke tulisan yang tadi..kalo ternyata wewenang cewek banyak juga ya..bisa termehek-mehek juga tu kaum adam dibuat mereka..hahahaha..:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..tapi ternyata ga semuanya yang terucapkan di akad nikah ini ngebuat gw ngerasa kalo cewek tu mang lebih di atas cowok dalam pernikahan..ada juga yang bikin image cowok lebih di atas cewek dalam pernikahan..&lt;br /&gt;Ya..as u might have guessed well enough..&lt;br /&gt;Muncul juga kata-kata seperti “melayani suami” di akad itu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah..no comment lah gw soal ini..males banget!&lt;br /&gt;Biar kata kewajiban juga..males banget gw denger pilihan katanya..”melayani”..huek..!&lt;br /&gt;Jelek abis pilihan katanya..walaupun mungkin emang satu kata itu yang bisa menggambarkan dengan baik yang harus dilakuin istri kepada suaminya..&lt;br /&gt;Tapi..teuteup..males banget dengernya! Mang istri pelayan apa!&lt;br /&gt;Hiiih..MALES BANGET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abis itu..ada acara ttd-ttd an yang lama..karena dokumen yang kudu ditandatanganin tu banyak banget..&lt;br /&gt;Wah! Satu hal lagi yang gw baru tau..ternyata dokumen nikah tu ada sebanyak itu..gila..5 dokumen lebih kali ada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian foto2..yang ngebuat gw kesian banget sama pengantennya..soalnya mesti berpose yang sama lama banget..pan banyak tu yang mo motret mereka..&lt;br /&gt;Terus sungkeman..ma kedua pasang orangtua dan pinisepuhnya..sejenis sesepuh gitu de..&lt;br /&gt;Terus tetamunya yang nyalamin mereka semua..tapi karena masi akad..merekanya ga ada di pelaminan lho! Jadi ya..berdiri aja gitu..bejejer..kesian juga si..yang datang lumayan banyak soalnya..&lt;br /&gt;Lalu..makan2! hehehe..emang dasar anak kos..gw paling semangat pas udah waktunya makan2..ga pake deh banyak komen kaya tadi..komentar gw cuma 1..ko makanannya belum dibuka semua ya..&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha…parah! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah..itulah dia..ulasan gw tentang akad nikah yang gw datengin kemaren itu..&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya..balik lagi ke kata-kata bagus di atas..&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata emang hubungan antara suami dan istri itu adalah teman hidup..&lt;br /&gt;Bukan hubungan atasan-bawahan..&lt;br /&gt;Karena ternyata hak istri atas suaminya juga banyak..malah sepanjang akad itu yang gw denger hak istri tu lebih banyak daripada suaminya..yang tanggung jawabnya lebih banyak disebutin..&lt;br /&gt;Selain itu juga..ironi “pemuda pilihan” itu..mungkin pada awalnya sang wanita lah yang memilih prianya..tapi pada kehidupan bersama nantinya..sepertinya..sejauh yang gw tau..yang cowok lebih menguasai hidup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah..itu dia makanya gw bilang emang teman hidup..&lt;br /&gt;ada lebih di satu sisi..ada kurang di sisi lainnya..&lt;br /&gt;makanya perlu orang lain..biar sisi-sisinya jadi lengkap..&lt;br /&gt;dan akhirnya menjadi suatu bentuk penuh..lengkap tanpa cacat..&lt;br /&gt;eh, ga nyambung ya? Mangap.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw dapet pelajaran dari acara ini..lumayan banyak lah..&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun mungkin semuanya udah gw tau harusnya..di pelajaran agama dibahas kan yang kaya beginian?!&lt;br /&gt;Yah..emang dasar gw! Mannna pernah gw merhatiin yang kaya gini..paling dengerin dikit..tapi ya..udah lupa lah gw! Dasar gw ga pedulian emang..&lt;br /&gt;Makanya..nulis kaya gini..&lt;br /&gt;Waduh! Asa bukan gw aje..&lt;br /&gt;Ah..sabodo teuing ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because we are made in pairs..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rumahku, 9 April 2006, 2140 WIB&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18419938-114465074148734043?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/114465074148734043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=114465074148734043&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114465074148734043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114465074148734043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/04/akad.html' title='Akad..'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-114406199584587493</id><published>2006-04-03T17:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:59:55.846+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jibaku</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;JIBAKU&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selama aku masih hidup didunia jangan berharap kau bisa lukainya&lt;br /&gt;jagalah dia laksana sang putri raja&lt;br /&gt;kurelakan dia bersamamu tuk slalu kau sayangi&lt;br /&gt;bukan untuk disakiti dan jangan pernah terbagi&lt;br /&gt;selama aku masih hidup didunia jangan berharap kau bisa milikinya&lt;br /&gt;kujaga dia selayaknya sang putri raja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kutak harus milikinya jika memang kau memaksa&lt;br /&gt;tapi berjanjilah kawan kau akan slalu menyayanginya&lt;br /&gt;bukan hanya indah cinta&lt;br /&gt;dan bukan hangat pelukan&lt;br /&gt;tapi semua yang kupunya kupersembahkan untuk dirinya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kurelakan dia bersamamu tuk slalu kau sayangi&lt;br /&gt;taKkan pernah kusakiti dan takkan pernah terbagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kutak harus milikinya jika memang kau memaksa&lt;br /&gt;tapi berjanjilah kawan kau akan slalu menyayanginya&lt;br /&gt;bukan hanya indah cinta&lt;br /&gt;dan bukan hangat pelukan&lt;br /&gt;tapi semua yang kupunya kupersembahkan untuk dirinya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ku slalu meyanyanginya&lt;br /&gt;akupun mencintainya&lt;br /&gt;namun relakanlah kawan ku akan slalu jadi milikinya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaha..ni lagu punya sejarah kocak buat gw..lucu abis ngedenger temen gw nyanyiin lagu ini buat gw..buset dah! Kecengan doang gitu lho..! Ga pernah berniat memiliki juga si..hehehe..;p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18419938-114406199584587493?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/114406199584587493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=114406199584587493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114406199584587493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114406199584587493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/04/jibaku.html' title='Jibaku'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-114406148877889606</id><published>2006-04-03T17:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:51:28.780+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human's love sick..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Suka ama orang tu emang penyakit ya?&lt;br /&gt;Kayanya emang bener quote islami yang bilang kalo ’Cinta sejati hanya pada Allah SWT’&lt;br /&gt;kalo dipikir-pikir bener juga si..cinta kan simbol kebahagiaan yang harusnya tidak menimbulkan efek selain kebahagiaan tapi ketika lo suka sama orang, yang ada justru perasaan resah..makanya kayanya bener cinta sejati hanya pada Sang Khalik, Allah SWT..perasaan resah yang ada juga cuma akan ngebawa lo ke jalan yang lebih baik..&lt;br /&gt;Beda ma kalo lo suka ama orang..perasaan resah yang ada tu malah ngebuat lo ga bisa ngapa-ngapain..&lt;br /&gt;Kan ada tu lagu yang bilang kalo lagi jatuh cinta, ngapa-ngapain jadi susah..mau tidur inget dia..mau makan inget dia..mau belajar inget dia..mau main inget dia..sampe mau mandi pun inget dia..!&lt;br /&gt;Nah! Ape kaga sengsara tu?&lt;br /&gt;Jadi kaga bisa ngapa-ngapain kan lo?!&lt;br /&gt;Jadinya..tidur ga tenang..makan ga tenang..belajar ga tenang..main ga tenang..mandi aja jadi ga tenang!&lt;br /&gt;Makanya, gw bilang juga apa..suka ama orang tu emang penyakit..penyakit yang bisa lama banget sembuhnya kalo kata berhuruf 4 ‘s-u-k-a’ itu uda berubah jadi kata berhuruf 5 ‘c-i-n-t-a’..&lt;br /&gt;nah! mangkin sengsara aja deh lo!&lt;br /&gt;Makanya..mending jangan jatuh cinta de..kecuali lo punya alasan yang mulia untuk jatuh cinta (kaya sama ortu gitu misalnya..)&lt;br /&gt;Kalo alasannya ga mulia..ati2 jadi penyakitan lu ntar..&lt;br /&gt;Tapi masalahnya lo ga bisa nentuin kapan lo mau suka ma orang..biasanya tu rasa dateng gitu aja..kaya maling profesional yang mo maling di rumah juragan kaya, tiba-tiba dateng..ga ada yang tau..tau2 harta benda uda ilang aja!&lt;br /&gt;Eh, analoginya salah ya?&lt;br /&gt;Ya..pokonya intinya datengnya rasa itu tu tiba-tiba..ga kejadwal..tiba-tiba aja dateng ga pake ketok pintu apalagi bilang permisi..ga mungkin de!&lt;br /&gt;Dia bakal tiba-tiba dateng dan ngejerat lo sampe lo ga bisa kabur lagi..nah, kalo uda kaya gitu uda sakit tuh lo artinya!&lt;br /&gt;Hhh..emang dasar penyakit yah..mana ada coba penyakit yang bilang2 dulu kalo mo dateng?!&lt;br /&gt;Penyakit..penyakit..!&lt;br /&gt;Gimana cara ngindarinnya ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;-edited and added version of my previous writing in the blue book-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18419938-114406148877889606?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/114406148877889606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=114406148877889606&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114406148877889606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114406148877889606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/04/humans-love-sick.html' title='Human&apos;s love sick..'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-114406108864014961</id><published>2006-04-03T17:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:56:33.140+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creep: last episode..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;hhh...fiuhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;parah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;banyak juga ternyata..sampe 13 episode..angka keberuntungan tu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;setelah nulisin semuanya..gw jadi mikir..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ko gw depresi mulu ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;malah jadi takut yang baca serial creep itu tar pada jadi depresi semua..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;maap ya..ga maksud..serius..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;waktu mutusin mo nulisin ini semua di sini, gw cuma pikir pendek ala orang narsis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;gw pikir..ko bisa2nya gw mikir kaya gitu ketika nyawa perasaan gw lagi di ujung tanduk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;gw sih aneh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;biasanya kalo lagi depresi atau down kaya gitu justru gw bisa mikir kaya gitu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;kalo dalam kondisi normal mah boro-boro..kagak pernah dah..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;perasaan si..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;kenapa ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ada yang tau jawabannya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh ya..jangan ikut2an depresi ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(jangan kayak gw yang sekarang jadi slightly depresed lagi..hu..hu..hu..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;so, I guess it all comes back to my favourite quote that I forgot the exact words included..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"there is no boundaries that can limit my freedom of thinking"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;-roughly quoted from Kompas' article many years ago-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18419938-114406108864014961?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/114406108864014961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=114406108864014961&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114406108864014961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114406108864014961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/04/creep-last-episode.html' title='Creep: last episode..'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-114406019561911875</id><published>2006-04-03T17:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:29:55.620+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creep ep.13: spare friends..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pernah denger istilah ”temen cadangan”..spare friends..&lt;br /&gt;Temen cadangan itu..temen yang cuma digunain ketika temen-temen yang lain ga ada..temen yang jadi pilihan terakhir kalo lo mo ngapa-ngapain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu..ada saatnya gw ngerasa kalo fungsi gw buat temen-temen gw itu cuma sebatas temen cadangan aja..&lt;br /&gt;Heh..heh..&lt;br /&gt;Sakit juga kalo beneran harus ngadepin kenyataan ini..&lt;br /&gt;Karena yang namanya cadangan itu berarti baru dipake ketika yang utamanya uda ga bisa dipake lagi..atau sedang tak bisa dipakai..&lt;br /&gt;Yang namanya cadangan berarti ga pernah jadi prioritas utama..selalu ada di tingkat kedua atau lebih bawah lagi..&lt;br /&gt;Yang namanya cadangan berarti gakkan dapet perhatian penuh..ya..perhatiannya juga cuma yang sisa lah..kalo bukan ga dapet sama sekali..&lt;br /&gt;Namanya juga cadangan..&lt;br /&gt;Kalo gw bisa ngadepin kenyataan ini, mungkin gw bisa baik tingkat lama-lama..atau mungkin juga gw gakkan pernah ga punya temen..karena gw adalah ’cadangan’ yang mau ga mau harus dijaga juga kan?!&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ya itu dia..sakit..&lt;br /&gt;Sakitnya..gw ga tahan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ini masih lanjutan overanalysis dari kejadian "creep ep.11"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;hehehe ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;parah! banyak juga overanalysis-nya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18419938-114406019561911875?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/114406019561911875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=114406019561911875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114406019561911875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114406019561911875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/04/creep-ep13-spare-friends.html' title='Creep ep.13: spare friends..'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-114405981894759692</id><published>2006-04-03T17:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:23:38.946+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creep ep.12: sakit hati..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;sakit hati?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;gw sakit hati?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;iya..waktu itu gw emang sakit hati..sakiiit banget..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sekarang gw tau kenapa orang bisa jadi irrasional karena cinta..&lt;br /&gt;Karena sakit hati itu menyakitkan..&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh sangat menyakitkan..&lt;br /&gt;Kalo ada yang bilang mending sakit hati daripada sakit gigi..&lt;br /&gt;Gw ga sepakat..&lt;br /&gt;Sekurang-kurangnya sakit gigi itu masi sakit fisik..tinggal ke dokter, dikasi resep, tebus obat ke apotik, sabar 1 mingguan..beres deh!&lt;br /&gt;Nah, kalo sakit hati gimana?&lt;br /&gt;Gw si belum pernah denger ada yang namanya dokter hati..kalo spesialis penyakit hati a.k.a liver mungkin ada..hehehe..;p&lt;br /&gt;Sakit hati itu psikis..sebabnya apa belum tentu bisa ketauan..&lt;br /&gt;Apalagi kalo kaya gw..&lt;br /&gt;Sakit hati karena kekuatan pikiran dan hati..&lt;br /&gt;Gila yah?! Padahal gw cm ngerasa..cm nganalisis sepihak..tapi bisa segininya..segini sakitnya..sapai air mata pun tak tertahankan manakala pikiran tersebut singgah lagi di pintu depan pikiranku..&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata..bila pikiran dan perasaan sudah tergabung, efeknya hebat juga yah?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;tulisan di atas aslinya ditulisa ga lama setelah "creep ep.11"..bener2 ga lama..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;jadi..jangan mikir macem2 ya..alesannya ga sedangkal itu ko!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18419938-114405981894759692?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/114405981894759692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=114405981894759692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114405981894759692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114405981894759692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/04/creep-ep12-sakit-hati.html' title='Creep ep.12: sakit hati..'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-114405911945629631</id><published>2006-04-03T17:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:11:59.456+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creep ep.11: unwanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Am I really unwanted?&lt;br /&gt;Am I really that –I don’t know what that’s called- bad so that nobody wants me?&lt;br /&gt;I believe everybody is created for a reason that differs from one to another&lt;br /&gt;So, what is mine?&lt;br /&gt;What am I living for?&lt;br /&gt;Just some hours before now, I sense something like my friend doesn’t want me to be here..&lt;br /&gt;That hurts..really..&lt;br /&gt;Not explicit though. I just feel so..&lt;br /&gt;And..that hurts..itai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that there is a place for everyone..a place that is made specially for that person..a place of power..a place of comfort..a place of joy..a place to live during one’s journey of life..&lt;br /&gt;But..where is mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People said be yourself then u’ll find happiness..be yourself then u’ll know what life is..be yourself then u’ll be accepted..&lt;br /&gt;Demo..in my case..if I be myself as I think it is..I’ll feel pain..I can see nothing but pain..or may be that’s not the real me.. I don’t know..&lt;br /&gt;So..who am I then? If this profile in my daily acts is not the real me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why people do anything for status..for money..why people be bad and indefinite..&lt;br /&gt;It’s all happened because of acceptance..&lt;br /&gt;Because acceptance is so important for one’s life..&lt;br /&gt;Just like anybody else..&lt;br /&gt;I also want to be accepted..at least feel accepted..&lt;br /&gt;But how?&lt;br /&gt;Anybody out there capable in answering my question?&lt;br /&gt;I guess no..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;then I begin to question myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who am I to them?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to those I thought my friends?&lt;br /&gt;Am I also a friend to them?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just an outsider?&lt;br /&gt;Or an intruder between them?&lt;br /&gt;Or what?&lt;br /&gt;For lately I feel like I am nothing to them..&lt;br /&gt;Like I am not wanted to be here..&lt;br /&gt;Like it would be better if I’m not around..a lot better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;That was written in the night I feel so alone and left out in the dark..it happened often that time..thanks God, it's not happening again lately..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;because it hurts..and I can't stand it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18419938-114405911945629631?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/114405911945629631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=114405911945629631&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114405911945629631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114405911945629631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/04/creep-ep11-unwanted_03.html' title='Creep ep.11: unwanted'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-114405859933181404</id><published>2006-04-03T16:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:03:19.333+07:00</updated><title type='text'>creep ep.10: academic pressure..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;there were times when I tried so hard and I fell..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;in this academic things..it happened most of my times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;that semester..I fell so hard..I was so..broken..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;broken into pieces..I thought I'll never recover again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;People say everybody has something that is really them..something they can be expert ini..&lt;br /&gt;Now, where is mine?&lt;br /&gt;Not here? I supposed..&lt;br /&gt;Wrong major? May be..&lt;br /&gt;May be I shouldn’t be such a rebel..&lt;br /&gt;may be I should just follow their suggestion..&lt;br /&gt;may be I shouldn’t be that arrogant..&lt;br /&gt;thinking that I can prove I’m right..&lt;br /&gt;thinking that there is nothing in this world I can’t conquer..&lt;br /&gt;thinking that I can be anything I want to be as long as I want it..&lt;br /&gt;that’s why..&lt;br /&gt;may be I shouldn’t be here..&lt;br /&gt;in a town far away from my home..&lt;br /&gt;alone in my life trying to prove that I can do it. That I can do something that once used to be my dream, letting myself fall, trying so hard to get up..to, once again, prove to the world that I can do whatever needed in my field right now.&lt;br /&gt;And..once again, I fell..this time I’m broken, may be my wings have been broken..this time into pieces..while that something..that something I’m trying to reach..even myself, I’m not sure if that is still my dream..I’m not sure if I still want it..&lt;br /&gt;I did try last time..and I did it with all my heart..&lt;br /&gt;How come I fell again? Am I really that stupid moron?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18419938-114405859933181404?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/114405859933181404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=114405859933181404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114405859933181404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114405859933181404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/04/creep-ep10-academic-pressure.html' title='creep ep.10: academic pressure..'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-114405788570287787</id><published>2006-04-03T16:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T16:56:31.290+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creep ep.9: am I cursed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;when I feel like I have no friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;when I feel like nobody needs me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think of it..and I write this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;desperado..I am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;Kuhanya ingin diterima..&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa susah sekali?&lt;br /&gt;Atau memang benar pikiran sesatku selama ini&lt;br /&gt;Kutakkan dapatkan ini karena&lt;br /&gt;Aku orang terbuang..&lt;br /&gt;Sebuah makhluk yang telah dikutuk-Nya&lt;br /&gt;Karena suatu alasan yang tak ia sadari, tak ia ketahui&lt;br /&gt;Dikutuk untuk tak pernah bahagia&lt;br /&gt;Cursed to be unhappy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;what a thought, huh?! could lead to suicide..I think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18419938-114405788570287787?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/114405788570287787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=114405788570287787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114405788570287787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114405788570287787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/04/creep-ep9-am-i-cursed.html' title='Creep ep.9: am I cursed?'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-114405739797101408</id><published>2006-04-03T16:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T16:43:18.470+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creep ep.8: missing the little me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;have u ever wanted to get back to ur childhood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;when u have no problems at all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and u live happily everyday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;although may be that time u didn't know this world at all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;so u can live your life in a free a u can..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;no need to think about anything else..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;no need to compare urself to everybody else..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;that was the time when you are the real you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and this is my regret..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Terlintas mungkin perkataan ‘sejauh apapun burung terbang, pasti akan kembali ke sarangnya’ itu benar. Seperti pohon yang tak bisa hidup tanpa akarnya, manusia, sedrastis apapun perubahan yang tampak pada dirinya, pasti ada bagian yang tak pernah berubah, 1 bagian kecil yang sangat penting, hampir-hampir seperti penentu kepribadiam keseluruhannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian, kuberpikir: bila benar demikian adanya, seharusnya tidak seluruhnya diriku adalah pengecut kecil yang selalu ingin kubinasakan karena seharusnya ada 1 bagian, 1 important little part yang merupakan diriku yang dulu, dulu sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika ku masih merupakan seorang anak terkecil, termuda di kelas sekaligus pemimpin kelas itu dengan teman-teman di sekitarku. Aku yang dulu adalah aku yang kuimpikan sekarang. Segala yang kuingin kumenjadi sekarang ada di diriku yang dulu. Dan seharusnya kumasih punya itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertanyaan yang tertinggal hanyalah bagaimana caranya memangunkannya dari tidurnya yang lama itu lalu membesarkannya untuk mengalahkan ‘si pengecut kecil’ ini?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;ever feel so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;ever think so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;nope? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;lucky you..and I envy you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18419938-114405739797101408?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/114405739797101408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=114405739797101408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114405739797101408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114405739797101408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/04/creep-ep8-missing-little-me.html' title='Creep ep.8: missing the little me'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-114405541432216728</id><published>2006-04-03T16:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T16:10:14.323+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creep ep.7: iri hatiku..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;CRAZY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is such a funny thing&lt;br /&gt;U’ll never know what it’ll bring&lt;br /&gt;U know I’m just taking it day by day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For u, it comes so easily&lt;br /&gt;For me, it’s just a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Cause nothing..nothing ever comes in my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see u there&lt;br /&gt;I watch u fly&lt;br /&gt;If I could be u, I would touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;But here I am&lt;br /&gt;And there u are&lt;br /&gt;And don’t u know it’s driving me so CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think I’m going crazy&lt;br /&gt;Cannot take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think I’m going crazy&lt;br /&gt;Got one thing on my mind all the time and&lt;br /&gt;It’s driving me CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U do just what u wanna do&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to be with u&lt;br /&gt;It’s something that I just don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe u know what u got&lt;br /&gt;And that’s what puts me over the top&lt;br /&gt;I’m running&lt;br /&gt;I’m running just as fast as I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see u there&lt;br /&gt;I watch u fly&lt;br /&gt;If I could be u, I would touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;But here I am&lt;br /&gt;And there u are&lt;br /&gt;And don’t u know it’s driving me so CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think I’m going crazy&lt;br /&gt;Coz I don’t know what I’m doing&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think I’m going crazy&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t take ur grace in my face and&lt;br /&gt;It’s driving me CRAZY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;That's the song from my brothers' band..perfectly describe how good they are in making me jealous and how crazy it's driving me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18419938-114405541432216728?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/114405541432216728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=114405541432216728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114405541432216728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114405541432216728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/04/creep-ep7-iri-hatiku_03.html' title='Creep ep.7: iri hatiku..'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-114405406894017110</id><published>2006-04-03T15:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T15:58:32.140+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creep ep.6: closing note..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;what I will write here is the closing note of my grey book..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;inilah hasil dari seluruh kontemplasi gw dalam buku abu-abu itu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;gw puas..gw bisa menuliskannya dengan baik ternyata..ga ada personal2nya yang gw ambil disini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;here we go again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Life is not always like you think just like you that are not always what you think and you don’t always get what you want. People never get everything that they want, it’s always just some. It’s just like you that can’t be something that may be definitely not you. But, that is the something you always want to be. Somehow, no matter how hard one tries to be somebody else, experience tells the truth, one is seldom able to be somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how big a change in a person seems to you, deep inside that person possibly the same old soul he/she has a long, long time ago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;whaddaya think? agree with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18419938-114405406894017110?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/114405406894017110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=114405406894017110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114405406894017110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114405406894017110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/04/creep-ep6-closing-note.html' title='Creep ep.6: closing note..'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-114405365415211164</id><published>2006-04-03T15:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T15:40:54.153+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creep ep.5: dreamer..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;tulisan bakal selalu gw inget..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;karena ini kalo kata gw..tulisan sepanjang hidup gw kayanya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;lepas dari event apa yang ngebuat gw nulis ini..gw emang kaya gini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;dreamer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are all I have&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming are all I can&lt;br /&gt;I am simply a living creature&lt;br /&gt;In this life where dreams have no power&lt;br /&gt;The world needs awaking&lt;br /&gt;Not sleeping, not dreaming&lt;br /&gt;For this, I must be awaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais..&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming, I have my power&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping, I am dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Awaken, I’m not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Awaken, I’m not dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Awaken, I have no power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this life..&lt;br /&gt;Everything must be awaken&lt;br /&gt;So must a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused&lt;br /&gt;A dreamer must be awake&lt;br /&gt;I must be awake&lt;br /&gt;Mais.. I’m just a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;Dreamer, all I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18419938-114405365415211164?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/114405365415211164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=114405365415211164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114405365415211164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114405365415211164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/04/creep-ep5-dreamer.html' title='Creep ep.5: dreamer..'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-114405320891516466</id><published>2006-04-03T15:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T15:33:28.916+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creep ep.4: what am I wanna be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;yang ini juga tulisan jaman gw kelas 3 sma..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;sama ma tulisan yang pertama..tulisan ini juga waktu gw bingung gw mo jadi apa ntar..mo kuliah dimana..de el el..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;bedanya ma tulisan yang pertama..tulisan ini ditulis waktu lagi jaman2nya ikut bta..kalo ga salah si around my graduation day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;wah..parah juga ya..ternyata lama juga ya gw bingung mo kuliah dimana.. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I’m laying on my bed, thinking of how my life would be.&lt;br /&gt;Graceful dreams over my head&lt;br /&gt;Every offers a happy ending&lt;br /&gt;How I wish my dream is real&lt;br /&gt;May I wish my dream is dream&lt;br /&gt;Well, any wishes I have, what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream is only a dream&lt;br /&gt;It gives power to the willing heart&lt;br /&gt;To the prepared mind&lt;br /&gt;Not to a coward heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 3rd grade I am now&lt;br /&gt;Big choices on the front&lt;br /&gt;Come to me sooner than I hope&lt;br /&gt;Choices of life&lt;br /&gt;Its way, its hope&lt;br /&gt;Hope? I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 4th is coming soon&lt;br /&gt;On 2002 I’ve already been&lt;br /&gt;Adulthood soon come to my face&lt;br /&gt;Sweet 17, they say of it&lt;br /&gt;Great confuse ness, I say of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I say, whatever I write&lt;br /&gt;Big choices still on my front&lt;br /&gt;Run to me very fast&lt;br /&gt;Faster than I hope&lt;br /&gt;Still, my heart has no will&lt;br /&gt;Still, I have no idea of what I would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18419938-114405320891516466?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/114405320891516466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=114405320891516466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114405320891516466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114405320891516466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/04/creep-ep4-what-am-i-wanna-be.html' title='Creep ep.4: what am I wanna be?'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-114405268863892479</id><published>2006-04-03T15:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T15:24:48.640+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creep ep.3: poem for task</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;nexto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;tulisan ketiga yang gw pilih dari buku gw itu asalnya dari tugas les bahasa Inggris..disuru bikin puisi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;emang dasarnya gw waktu itu ngerasanya creep sehari-hari..maka, jadilah tugas itu seperti puisi di bawah ini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Me, myself, and the mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;The world is round&lt;br /&gt;And it keeps going round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by&lt;br /&gt;Life is going on&lt;br /&gt;Leave me here&lt;br /&gt;All alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a bullet&lt;br /&gt;An empty bullet&lt;br /&gt;Laying on the life&lt;br /&gt;But myself isn’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s traveling&lt;br /&gt;All around the life&lt;br /&gt;And it lost&lt;br /&gt;I lost it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a mask&lt;br /&gt;Keep going the life&lt;br /&gt;Until the time has come for me&lt;br /&gt;To stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop going the life&lt;br /&gt;Stop being exist&lt;br /&gt;Stop pretending&lt;br /&gt;Stop acting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And myself?&lt;br /&gt;It’s still traveling&lt;br /&gt;Around the dark sides of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting me here&lt;br /&gt;Confusing my life&lt;br /&gt;It lets me here&lt;br /&gt;Alone with the mask&lt;br /&gt;Covering my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18419938-114405268863892479?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/114405268863892479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=114405268863892479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114405268863892479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114405268863892479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/04/creep-ep3-poem-for-task.html' title='Creep ep.3: poem for task'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-114405215932617659</id><published>2006-04-03T15:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T15:15:59.326+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creep ep.2: All I need is friend..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;yak! lanjut! setelah jaman gw bingung mau masuk mana..pernah juga sekali waktu di masa kelas 3 sma gw..gw ngerasa ilang..dicuekin..dan unwanted..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;maka..jadilah tulisan ini sebagai imbas rasa saat itu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When I’m sick,&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to have &lt;u&gt;friends&lt;/u&gt; by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friends&lt;/u&gt; that will let me know that they love and care but not by saying I love you and I care about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m bored and down in my life&lt;br /&gt;All I want is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;/u&gt; that will let me know their stories of life and I will let them know mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I lose my guy&lt;br /&gt;I won’t cry&lt;br /&gt;But when I lose my &lt;u&gt;friend&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll cry out loud inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;u&gt;friends&lt;/u&gt; are all I need to cheer my life up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;May be I couldn’t tell you any of my stories&lt;br /&gt;But I could laugh at every joke you make&lt;br /&gt;So..&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you talk to me?&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/18419938-114405215932617659?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/114405215932617659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=114405215932617659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114405215932617659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114405215932617659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/04/creep-ep2-all-i-need-is-friend.html' title='Creep ep.2: All I need is friend..'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-114405167512560113</id><published>2006-04-03T14:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T15:07:55.140+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creep ep.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a creep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a weirdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What the hell am I doing here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't belong here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;inget lagu itu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yup! That's Creep from Radiohead..One of those popular songs around 4 or 5 years ago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;kalo kata temen sma gw, creep itu orang yang ngerasa hidupnya ga berarti, useless dan menyebalkan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ever feels like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;gw pernah..sering malah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;trus, biasanya kalo udah kaya gitu..gw kabur ke buku gw..nulis apapun yang kelintas di benak gw di situ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;sekitar 3 malam yang lalu, gw liat2 lagi buku2 gw..dan..yang gw temuin cukup menakjubkan gw..hehehe..narsis gini..;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ternyata di antara sekian banyak tulisan kekalutan gw, ada juga yang lumayanlah kalo kata gw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;trus tiba-tiba pengen nulisin disini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;so..here we go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;from my earliest choice..ready..steady..go!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;yang ini tulisan gw waktu gw kela 3 sma dan masi bingung mau masuk jurusan apa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Hatiku resah&lt;br /&gt;Hidupku hampa&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa terasa hidup berjalan&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku terus berjalan&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang jalan yang mampu kutempuh&lt;br /&gt;Selama sang kala mengizinkanku&lt;br /&gt;Kemana arahnya, aku tak tahu&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang kucari, aku pun tak tahu&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang kuinginkan, jawabanku tetap sama&lt;br /&gt;Usiaku terus bertambah&lt;br /&gt;Waktuku kian menipis&lt;br /&gt;Langkahku belum pula mantap&lt;br /&gt;Hatiku belum pula tetap&lt;br /&gt;Aku masih di sini&lt;br /&gt;Terombang-ambing&lt;br /&gt;Oleh asaku&lt;br /&gt;Oleh mimpiku&lt;br /&gt;Memang aku seorang pemimpi&lt;br /&gt;Mimpi sajalah kemampuanku&lt;br /&gt;Tapi..&lt;br /&gt;Mimpiku menjebakku&lt;br /&gt;Asaku mendustaku&lt;br /&gt;Di mana labuhan kisahku?&lt;br /&gt;Itu pun masih kucari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;whaddaya think? not bad kan?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18419938-114405167512560113?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/114405167512560113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=114405167512560113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114405167512560113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114405167512560113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/04/creep-ep1.html' title='Creep ep.1'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-114344756548296377</id><published>2006-03-27T14:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T15:19:25.510+07:00</updated><title type='text'>misplaced?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;hari jumat kemaren..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ada ketemuan ma dosen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;katanya si bimbingan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;dikasi arahan ma si dosen..trus disuru cari bahan..1 bulan waktunya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;sebelum bimbingan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;uda stres duluan..dari pas tau siapa aja yang sama si bapak..langsung down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;merasa rendah..&lt;br /&gt;karena yang lain anak2 pintar semua..kalo ga pinter, pasti rajin..klo ga rajin, pasti pinter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;malah ada yang 2-2nya..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;selama bimbingan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;gw ga banyak omong..ga tau mo ngomong apa..dan takut..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;takut ngomongin hal yang ga bermutu dan nampak semuanya udah tau hal itu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;tiba2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;si bapak ngomong.."biasanya yang ipk-nya di bawah 3 prosesnya bakal berat.." JLEBB!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;setelah bimbingan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;gw STRES BERAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;jalan2 liat book fair di PBT..tapi ga ad yang menarik..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;akirnya ke tempat temen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;gangguin dia yang ceritanya mo tilawah..curhat..gw stressss..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;kadang-kadang gw suka mikir sebenernya bagusnya gw dimana si..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;kompetensi gw dimana si..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ko ya ga ad 1pun hal yang bisa gw lakuin dengan bener..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;atau gw salah tempat ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;hhh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;merasa capek dan tak berguna..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;merasa malas berjuang lagi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;merasa bingung..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;bagaimana harus kuakhirinya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;that was said that everybody has a place in this world..where is mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18419938-114344756548296377?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/114344756548296377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=114344756548296377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114344756548296377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114344756548296377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/03/misplaced.html' title='misplaced?'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-114302061556376873</id><published>2006-03-22T15:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T16:50:36.760+07:00</updated><title type='text'>yang direncanakan dan yang terjadi..HALAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;sebenernya tadi itu ga ada niatan buat main ke cl..warnet murah tempat gw ngakses internet d kmps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;tapi d tengah jalan, tiba2 pengen nulis..jadilah gw nyusupin acara ini ke jadwal maya yg uda gw susun d kepala gw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;emang suka gitu ya..tau2 ada aja acara yg bs menyusup dengan mudah ke jadwal kita..dan (biasanya) menghancurkan jadwal tersebut dengan sempurna..ya..acara2 kaya gini ini nih..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;niatnya cuma mo baca blog ma nulis dikit trus (biasanya) kebablasan..hehehe..semoga yang ini enggak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;jadi ide yg td suddenly pop up in my head is..to write 'bout my schedules..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, recently i made schedules and almost all of them is ruined..torn up (bener ga bahasanya? halah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;akir2 ini, tugas2 kuliah lagi rajin banget ngedatengin gw..dan..biasalah..gw sok2an ngatur jadwal biar semuanya bisa selesai dengan baik dan benar..coba ya liat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;besok: tgs pmodelan, dikasi hari rabu kmaren dengan secaranya partner modelling (taela..h! modelling..!) gw mudik baru balik senin pagi kemaren..plus..baca promodel ch1 dan ch3..dan..gw blm punya bukunya sampai saat ini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;jumat: tgs kpb..laporan kunjungan pib yg dilakuin selasa kemaren..dengan secaranya kelompok kpb gw gak ada yg ikut kunjungan itu..dan laporannya dikumpul jam 0630 WIB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;jumat juga:tgs manpro..uda dikasi dari jumat kemaren si..tapi blm kucoba sedikitpun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;senin: tgs maninov..ada 3! 1:tgs klompok 6an baca buku 4 chapter dan harus diskusi..2&amp;3:ringkas artikel..plus..katanya..kuis maninov..semuanya jam 0630 WIB juga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;jumat depan: tgs manpro..yg bejibun banyaknya..dan..klompok gw presentasi tgs itu! dan..sampai saat ini..blm sampe mana-mana..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;trus uda tau tgsnya segitu banyaknya..gw malah berenang hari sabtu kemaren..trus ga ngapa2in lagi..lgs pulang dan tidur..dan tak mengerjakan 1 tgspun karena ngerasa aga ga enak badan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;trus..minggunya malah lebih ga penting lagi! nyalon..dan menghambur2kan uang..! HALAH! si nadia ini!..jadi ceritanya minggu itu rncananya mo buat kpb..tp tnyata ad yg ga bisa..jadi ga jadi buat kpb..trus dganti mo buat pmodlan..karna rncananya si partner gw itu baliknya sabtu (bukan senin pagi)..tapi trnyata dia balik snin pagi..trus mo nyoba buat sndiri..trnyata gw ga punya bhnnya! halah! ya uda ga jadi ngerjain lagi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;jadinya..hari sabtu dan minggu yang betul2 berharga karna kosong 24 jam sehari betul2 tersia-siakan dengan sukses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;HALAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ngeliat kondisi kaya gitu..ya jadilah gw ngrncanain sgala hal yg plu dlakuin..harusnya ad hr snin buat ngbuat sgala macm itu..tapi..gw malah foto2..dan jalan2 sampe sore bgt! dan..again..didn't do even 1 of my tasks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;HALAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;malem selasa gw panik..karna blm ad1pun yg brs..jdlah gw rncanain buat mnuhin slasa kosong itu dgn sgala acara pengerjaan tugas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;jm 0900 : buat pemodelan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;jm 1100 : buat kpb..verifikasi dan validasi lbh tpatnya..karna ad slh 1 anggota klompok yg brbaikhati ud ngrjain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;jm1230 : kmpl manpro..bahas ini-itu..data yg plu dcari..bagi2 tgs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;tapi..yang terjadi malah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;jm 0905: gw sampe posi..partner modelling gw blm dtg..tunggu punya tunggu..dia dateng jam 1030..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;secaranya gw uda ad janji lain jm11, qt cm modelling pe jm11..critanya tar siangan mo dlanjutin lagi dan sampe beres..maunya gw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;jm 1100: gw sampe prpus ti..blm ad yg lain..nunggu sbntar..dn mrk bdatangan 1per1..tp acara verifikasi validasi yg drncanain ga jalan..! secaranya..ga ad d antara qt yg tau hrsnya gmana..jdlah cm edit2 bhs dikit (by me!) trus..tet..tet..qt ud diusir dari perpus karna ud jm12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;jm1230: gw ud d tuti..mo manproan..tapi..nobody's there!..well, I'll wait..5 minutes..15 minutes..30 minutes..nobody showed up! grr...mulai kesel..mana ga punya pulsa buat miskol atopun sms lg! akirnya..minta pulsa org..kirim sms k 3 org..dn 3 mnt kmudian..muncul 1..trus..tunggu lagi..20 mntan kmudian..baru..muncul 1 lagi..ayo, tinggal 1 org lg ni! tungguin 5 menitan ga muncul2..akirnya qt mule ngbhs..dan..ga lancar! jadinya cm nge-list data..ma bagi tgs utk 5 org scr spihak (krn yg dtg cm 3!)..hhh...kesellll...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;yg 1 org lg kmana? dsms..ga bls..akirnya bls..bilang br bs ktmu jm3..ya ud djanjiin jm3 d tuti ato posi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;jm3 krg..laperr...makan ke kbl..org td dsms..ganti t4 ktmuan d kbl..ampe hampir jm4..ga..dateng2 juga..hr ini br ktauan klo dy ga bawa hp hr itu..HALAH! hape ko ga dibawa tho mas..mas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;bete..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;nunggu partner modelling sms tanda qt dah bs mule modelling lagi..tunggu..lama juga ya..akirnya dtg sms..eh, dari indosat! HALAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;tunggu lagi..dateng jg..dr dy..lho kok smsnya bilang klo dy sakit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ya ud gw k posi..bnr aj dy sakit..jd ga ngrjain lagi..janjian buat bsk (hr ini) jm10..ok! problem's solved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;jadi..intinya..dari 3 pengerjaan tgs yg gw rncanain kmaren..GA ADA 1pun yg beres!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;all's ruined up! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;trus..hr ini..lagi2 buat rncana..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;jm10 k posi modelling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;jm3 k tuti ktmuan ma yg kmrn ga dtg..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;beres si smua..modelling jg ga lama kelarnya..nunggu jm3 nyoba nyari2 buat manpro..ga dapet apa2! bete lagi..lgs ilang mood buat ngapa2in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;abis klar ktmuan manproan..buat rncana lagi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;bdasarkan saran seorang tmn..tar malem ga mau nyntuh manpro..well, mgkn tgs individunya..kalo smpt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;rncananya gni..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;pulang lwt dpn..ambil duit..k dubar bli promodel..plg..bc komik bntar..prin modelling yg td..beresin kpb..prin kpb..baca artikel maninov..buat resumenya..baca promodl ch1 dan 3..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;trus..d tngah jln.."o iya..maninov bukunya ud bs diambil blm ya? ke if dl ah.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;uda sampe dpn kntin gku..ud mo turun tangga.."eh, iya, blm punya potokopian maninov..katanya ad d msn..k msn dl kalo gt.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;balik lagi..k potokopian msn..potokopi trus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"ayo, lgs balik skrg! biar s4 ngrjain smua rncana td.." tapi.."aduh, pngn nulis ni..apa ke cl dulu ya? tapi ntar bs jd lama..jangan ah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;iya ga ya..iya ga ya..akirnya.."ke cl aja deh..mumpung lg mo nulis..bntar aja..bc blog trus nulis..trus cabut..stngah jm aj.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;akirnya ke cl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;dan..lihatlah yg terjadi skrg..stngah jam rencana tadi uda berkembang biak jadi..51 menit! HALAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;sekarang mulai ragu..bisa ga ya..rencana td djalanin..dubar masi buka ga ya..aduh, blm solat ashar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;tau deh bakal jadi gmana ntar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;HALAH! dasar ya manusia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ternyata emang bener ungkapan yg bilang.."man proposes, God disposes"..manusia merencanakan..Tuhan jugalah akhirnya yang menentukan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;karna pikiran manusia terlalu hebat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;maka terlalu banyak hal yang dapat masuk dan semua ingin dilakukan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;maka karena pada dasarnya manusia memang makhluk egois..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;segalanya pun disisipkan dalam setiap rencana yang dibuat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;dan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;hancur berantakanlah semua rencana itu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;hhh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;manusia..manusia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;(hehehe..versi pembenaran dari "nadia..nadia..")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;uote of the day : man proposes, God disposes..&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/18419938-114302061556376873?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/114302061556376873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=114302061556376873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114302061556376873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114302061556376873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/03/yang-direncanakan-dan-yang.html' title='yang direncanakan dan yang terjadi..HALAH!'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-114257521530461373</id><published>2006-03-17T12:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T13:28:25.553+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sumpah! ini ga penting bgt! tapi ttg niat gw..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;apa ya?&lt;br /&gt;uda lama..banget..ga nulis di blog ini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi gini..ceritanya buat blog ini karena kepengaruh ma blog temen2 gw..kayanya keren punya blog..dan waktu itu juga lagi pengen nulis..tapi, yah..itu niatnya..&lt;br /&gt;ternyata niat tinggal niat..&lt;br /&gt;ga lama setelah buat blog..si 'keinginan nulis' itu ilang entah kemana..&lt;br /&gt;muncul lagi kalo lagi mood..ato bosen..ato..apa yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus satu lagi yang jadi hambatan..gw takut..&lt;br /&gt;takut? iya..takut..&lt;br /&gt;takut diejek tulisannya..soalnya jelek..&lt;br /&gt;takut nulis yang engga-engga..yang ga pantes buat dipublikasiin..&lt;br /&gt;takut tulisan gw ga penting banget..takutnya gw meracau..(kaya sekarang..)&lt;br /&gt;abisannya perasaan dari jaman gw baca blog2 temen2 gw..semuaaanya..tulisannya bagus..penting..bermakna..yah apapun itu!&lt;br /&gt;ada yang isinya pembelajaran semua (walopun ada juga 1-2 postingan yang ga penting dan mencerminkan emosi jiwa si penulis)..&lt;br /&gt;ada yang tulisannya bagus banget! nyastra..dan kaya yang jujur dari hati terdalam..bisa nyentuh orang yang ngebacanya..&lt;br /&gt;ada yang penuh kepedulian sosial..&lt;br /&gt;ada yang sangat membumi dengan masih tetap sarat makna..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ada juga yang kaya diary..tapi..teteup..penuh makna dan pembelajaran..(aneh betul bahasanya..)&lt;br /&gt;nah, kalo gw!&lt;br /&gt;kaya apa tulisan gw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mikirin yang kaya gitu jadi males nulis..&lt;br /&gt;pasti tulisan gw jadi tulisan paling ga penting sedunia..&lt;br /&gt;kan katanya tulisan bisa mencerminkan gimana si penulis sebenernya..&lt;br /&gt;ya..dari kasus temen2 gw itu..emang kegambar si..mereka kaya gimana (as seen by me in real life)..&lt;br /&gt;nah! kalo gw? gw kaya apa?&lt;br /&gt;mannna gw tau! (ni pertanyaan bener2 pertanyaan yang selalu ngebuat gw mati kutu gara2 ga pernah bisa ngejawabnya dengan baik dan benar!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi..gw pernah nanya ke salah satu temen gw..temen yang..yah..lumayan deket lah ke gw..&lt;br /&gt;gw tanya dia..sebenernya gw tu kaya apa si? (ni bener2 jenis pertanyaan yang akan selalu gw tanyain tiap kali gw ngerasa useless..kayanya..)&lt;br /&gt;dan terus..dia jawab..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"kaya apa? hmm..kayanya lo bener2 orang paling ga penting yang pernah gw kenal, nad!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;atau..&lt;em&gt;"lo tu anomali, nad!" &lt;/em&gt;atau..&lt;em&gt;"dasar anak aneh!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nah lo! temen deket gw aja ngomong gitu!&lt;br /&gt;nah kan..kalo emang tulisan emang ngegambarin kaya gimana yang nulisnya..berarti..tulisan2 gw juga bakal jadi tulisan2 paling ga penting yang pernah dia baca, dong! (kaya tulisan ini contohnya!... ;p)&lt;br /&gt;dan itu untuk temen deket gw! gimana klo untuk orang lain ya? yang mungkin ga gw kenal..ato gakkan pernah kenal! mungkin tulisan gw uda masuk kategori 'bulk' kali ya..kalo minjem istilahnya Yahoo!Mail..&lt;br /&gt;atau..malah udah masuk 'trash'!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA! parah kan! (miris gini ketawanya..heheh..;p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nah..yang kaya2 gitu itu tuh..yang bikin gw takut..yang bikin gw males nulis di blog gw sendiri..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;satu hal lagi! blog gw ga pernah ada yang comment-in..huhuhu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aneh ya? dasar nadia ga penting! yang kaya gini aja dipeduliin..padahal kan ga penting ya..ada yang komen apa engga..tapi kan pengen tau komentar orang2 ma tulisan gw..(pembelaan ni ceritanya..hehehe..;p)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dasar! nadia..nadia..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yah..begitulah! (naoon deuih?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jadi..pertanyaannya sekarang adalah..kenapa sekarang gw nulis lagi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm..hmm..kenapa ya..(tuh kan ga penting!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;karena..gw baaaruu..aja nemu blog temennya temen gw (nah! bingung kan? emang gw kesono dari link yg ada di blog temen gw..iseng aja pengen tau &lt;- oi! siapa yang nanya, nad? ga ada..pengen ngasitau aja.. &lt;- tuh kan! ga penting lagi! huuuh.. :( )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;terus gw baca tu blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sumpah! gw seneng banget! baru kali ini gw nemu blog yang isinya ringan abis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ni anak bener2 ngejadiin blog-nya diari dia..(masa punya kecengan baru aja dikasitau coba?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yah..ada juga si yang penting dan sarat makna..(tapi ga gw baca..males bacanya..hehehe..maap ya pemilik blog..;p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tapi sebagian besar beneran deh! nyampah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nah..abis baca blog itu..gw jadi terinspirasi lagi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gw pikir..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wah ni anak aja bisa ngisi blognya dengan hal-hal yang tak penting..kenapa gw ga bisa ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dia aja cuek bebek abis sama isi blognya yang (gw yakin pasti dia sadar jugalah) agak sangat ga penting (hah! bahasa macam apa ini?!)..jadi..kenapa gw ga bisa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yah..begitulah ceritanya, para pembaca sekalian! (walaupun mgkn ga ad yg laen yang baca slain gw..hehehe..;p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jadi..blog temennya temen gw itulah yang akirnya ngebawa gw nulis tulisan GA PENTING ini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dan sekaligus juga ngebawa gw jadi mood lagi buat nulis di sini..kan kesian ya..uda diciptain tapi ga dimanfaatin..(aduh! ga penting lagi! kenapa gw harus selalu kaya gini?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ceritanya..ceritanya ni..gw pengen jadi kaya anak itu yang sebodo teuing orang mo bilang apa juga..yang penting gw mo nulis, ya gw nulis! merdeka! hehehe..ga nyambung yak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;penting ga penting tetep bakal gw tulis! kalo gw mang lagi mo nulis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jelek ga jelek tetep bakal gw tuli! sekali lagi..kalo mang gw lagi mo nulis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ZZZIIIPPP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tapi..tapi ni ya..gw gakkan nulis yang sepribadi kecengan di t4 kaya gini lah yauw! enak aja..jadi konsumsi umum..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hehehe..no offense ya, temennya temen gw..lo bener2 uda jadi inspirator ko buat gw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks ya, muthe! siapapun engkau..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well..that's all..semuanya niat gw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kan katanya..yang penting niatnya..jalan ga jalan ntar..itu urusan belakangan..hehehe..pembenaran gini..;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;semoga aja gw bisa ngejalanin niat baik ini..(segala hal diawalin dari niat kan?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;amin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"write your story then you are exist" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-just some words I sum up from a friend's blog..thx pren!-&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/18419938-114257521530461373?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/114257521530461373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=114257521530461373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114257521530461373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/114257521530461373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/03/sumpah-ini-ga-penting-bgt-tapi-ttg.html' title='sumpah! ini ga penting bgt! tapi ttg niat gw..'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-113783612617767835</id><published>2006-01-21T15:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T16:40:37.970+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hari-hari sang rumah..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sepasang suami istri naik haji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;seorang mahasiswa tingkat 4 sedang liburan&lt;br /&gt;seorang mahasiswa tingkat 1 menuntut ilmu di negeri orang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;seorang anak smp pindah sekolah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;seorang nenek "pindah" rumah menemani cucunya&lt;br /&gt;seorang tante "pindah" rumah menemani ibunya yang menemani cucunya&lt;br /&gt;seorang istri pergi pagi pulang malam bekerja di rumah mantan majikannya (yang menjadi majikannya lagi untuk sementara waktu)&lt;br /&gt;seorang remaja 16 tahun banting tulang dari pagi sampai malam di rumah sang cucu..melepaskan sekolah dan masa remaja yang penuh suka-suka&lt;br /&gt;seorang suami dengan setia menunggu istrinya pulang kerja di rumah majikannya dan mengantarnya pulang ke rumah mereka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebuah gerendel yang patah tangannya&lt;br /&gt;sebuah keran dispenser yang patah kepalanya&lt;br /&gt;sebuah lem besi yang telah memakan beberapa jari tangan 2 orang anak manusia sebagai korban keampuhannya&lt;br /&gt;sebuah lem besi yang sama tidak mampu menunaikan tugasnya..(atau hanya 2 manusia yang tidak becus memanfaatkannya?)&lt;br /&gt;sepasang sarung tangan yang setia membantu pemanfaatan sang lem besi&lt;br /&gt;sebuah selotip ledeng yang berwarna putih dan tersembunyi di ruang penuh debu dan buku&lt;br /&gt;sebuah keran dispenser baru pengganti yang patah kepalanya&lt;br /&gt;tetes-tetes air yang jatuh dari keran yang bocor&lt;br /&gt;panci dan tempat2 lain penadah air yang jatuh dari keran yang bocor&lt;br /&gt;sebuah obeng kembang pink yang tersembunyi di dalam ruang penuh debu dan buku&lt;br /&gt;sebuah obeng kembang pink yang sama untuk membantu sang gerendel&lt;br /&gt;seorang tukang las yang ketiban rejeki karena sang grendel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebuah motor dengan gagah berani berdiri di ruang tamu..&lt;br /&gt;tanpa protes menemani sang mahasiswa liburan berlatih mengendarainya&lt;br /&gt;tanpa protes menemani sang istri mengajari sang mahasiswa cara mengendarainya&lt;br /&gt;tanpa protes dibasahi dengan sabun dan air pada setiap sudut tubuhnya&lt;br /&gt;tanpa protes diobrak-abrik dan diobati oleh dokter-dokternya di depan mall&lt;br /&gt;tanpa protes didorong..diduduki..dipanasi..&lt;br /&gt;entah caranya benar atau salah..&lt;br /&gt;entah merasa kesakitan atau tidak..&lt;br /&gt;karena sang motor tidak pernah protes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah..begitulah..&lt;br /&gt;sekelumit hari yang terjadi dalam sebuah rumah&lt;br /&gt;yang hanya 1 dari sekian banyak rumah di muka bumi ini..bahkan di kotanya..bahkan di kompleksnya..bahkan di gangnya..&lt;br /&gt;yang menjadi saksi bisu atas sebagian kecil perjalanan hidup&lt;br /&gt;sang mahasiswa liburan yang pemalas dan mulai mengkhawatirkan kabar nilai2nya di Bandung sana..&lt;br /&gt;sang anak smp yang lebih suka baca komik dan novel daripada buku pelajaran..&lt;br /&gt;sang nenek yang baik dan salehah dan tidak bisa berhenti kerja..&lt;br /&gt;sang tante yang doyan minum kuah sayur bening..&lt;br /&gt;sang istri yang hamil 2 bulan..&lt;br /&gt;sang remaja yang selalu nonton sinetron "inikah rasanya?" versi apapun..&lt;br /&gt;sang suami yang tidak pernah disuguhi apapunsetiap menjemput istrinya..&lt;br /&gt;sepasang suami istri yang semoga dalam keadaan super sehat wal afiat di tanah suci sana..&lt;br /&gt;sang mahasiswa luar negri yang ogah baca Harry Potter kalau bukan bahasa Indonesia..&lt;br /&gt;dan benda-benda serta berita-berita yang menemani beberapa minggu hidup mereka di rumah itu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan aku..&lt;br /&gt;aku hanya ingin mengucapkan selamat berlibur..&lt;br /&gt;&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/18419938-113783612617767835?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/113783612617767835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=113783612617767835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/113783612617767835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/113783612617767835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2006/01/hari-hari-sang-rumah.html' title='hari-hari sang rumah..'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-113083157584783778</id><published>2005-11-01T14:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T14:58:25.800+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maaf: untuk semua..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hanya sebuah kata yang terdiri dari 4 huruf&lt;br /&gt;Maaf&lt;br /&gt;biasa diucapkan orang ketika mereka berbuat salah&lt;br /&gt;Maaf&lt;br /&gt;adalah kata yang terlalu mudah diucapkan&lt;br /&gt;Maaf&lt;br /&gt;seringkali diucapkan sepintas lalu&lt;br /&gt;Maaf&lt;br /&gt;ketika &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ramadhan yang suci akan meninggalkan kita sekali lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ketika gema takbir bertalu-talu..&lt;br /&gt;ketika line sms para operator sibuk..&lt;br /&gt;ketika dering telepon rumah-rumah tak kunjung berhenti..&lt;br /&gt;kata ini juga yang paling banyak terbaca, terdengar, terlihat, terucap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maka, saat ini juga..&lt;br /&gt;tulus dari hati yang terdalam..&lt;br /&gt;kuingin ucapkan..&lt;br /&gt;minal aidin wal faidzin..&lt;br /&gt;mohon dimaafkan lahir dan batin..&lt;br /&gt;segala salah baik yang disengaja ataupun tidak, disadari ataupun tidak, diketahui ataupun tidak..&lt;br /&gt;pada masa lalu, kini, dan yang akan datang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semoga bukan hanya sekedar servis lisan belaka..&lt;br /&gt;semoga kita semua termasuk mereka yang disucikan oleh Allah SWT..&lt;br /&gt;semoga kita dilindungi dalam segala langkah ke depannya..&lt;br /&gt;semoga kita masih diberkahi untuk bertemu lagi Ramadhan suci pada tahun-tahun mendatang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aamiin..&lt;br /&gt;Aamiin ya rabbal alamiin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met lebaran semuanya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/18419938-113083157584783778?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/113083157584783778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18419938&amp;postID=113083157584783778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/113083157584783778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18419938/posts/default/113083157584783778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/2005/11/maaf-untuk-semua.html' title='Maaf: untuk semua..'/><author><name>-nm-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03959478443044565236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4311/1782/320/avt_myrace_47_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18419938.post-113056046811606633</id><published>2005-10-29T11:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T14:44:17.380+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;HALLOO.......!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;akirnya berhasil juga gw ngebuat blog ini...dari tadi salah mulu buat url addressnya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;hu..h jadi bete..kan sebenernya ga mau alamatnya namajelas gitu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;tapi ya sudahlah..sudah terjadi dan pokoknya gw seneng blog ini akirnya jadi juga...dan itb akirnya libur juga...dan akirnya gw bisa terbebas (sesaat) dari seluruh tugas laknat itu..fiuuhhh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;hidup memang aneh ya..kalo lagi seneng tiba-tiba segalanya jadi indah tapi kalo lagi bete bakal jadi sangat menyebalkan (segalanya!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;dan manusia memang kompleks....abis bisa2nya ngerasa kaya gitu.. hehehe.. sok2 kontemplasi gini (eh, ini bener ga ya istilahnya?) tebewe gimana cara ganti nama blog-nya ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ya suds sekian dulu kata pengantar dari daku..hanya seorang anak manusia yang sedang senang....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/18419938-113056046811606633?l=mirasti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirasti.blogspot.com/feeds/113056046811606633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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