<?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-7833090349956451849</id><updated>2011-08-31T16:52:24.640+02:00</updated><category term='anyang-anyangen'/><category term='honeymoon cystitis'/><title type='text'>Nez's Scattered Muses</title><subtitle type='html'>A scatterbrain's (un)organized thoughts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-2119165653558655458</id><published>2010-11-22T13:07:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T13:59:59.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Me on blogging: The Anonymous Jane/Nez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/TOppBAb122I/AAAAAAAAAZY/U2QsBwsnQuI/s1600/anonymous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/TOppBAb122I/AAAAAAAAAZY/U2QsBwsnQuI/s320/anonymous.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542357757450378082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sweet thing about blogging is the possibility to remain anonymous. In the social media sphere, we always have to be someone. With a name. With a job. With a status. Bunch of friends and confirmation of our "busy" life exhibited through the posts in our wall/timeline/whatever. What if we don't want to be known by any name? What if career, position, and activities are not important? We just want to share and let our stories be shared. Let those we know in the real world - in the past or in the present - aware of our blog. If strangers read 'em and happen to love our stories, good. Maybe we can be friends. Meet up in a cafe one day and find out that we share a lot in common. If strangers read 'em but choose to remain a silent reader, good. It's their liberty to choose.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What matters most is that what we write could affect some people, in some way. Made them think, perhaps turned into some kind of muse. &lt;b&gt;To write is to share our view to the world&lt;/b&gt;. Social media could be the effective media for sharing alright, but sometimes all those networking sites could be too much. Blog doesn't make me feel like an actor exposed on the stage. In my blog I am someone with a name, with an existence in this world - yes I do have a family, I live somewhere upon earth and have a daily routine just like the rest of you - yet somehow remain as an &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anonymous Jane&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.  I share bits of my personal life without having to expose too much details. People follow me for what I am, for what I write. Not for my look, my status, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, sadly, people have been drooling too much over "beauty". Beauty, as in everything measured physically: not only look but also money, status, job... What's in a personality? It's often neglected. Some brands are parading around about inner beauty, yet society at large remains hypocrites. As my friend &lt;a href="http://elvnprya.wordpress.com"&gt;elvnprya&lt;/a&gt; put it sarcastically here: &lt;a href="http://elvnprya.wordpress.com/2010/11/13/november-is-wind-wool-and-words/"&gt;inner beauty is for suckers&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, I'll still be blogging - tho every now and then fail to update regularly. And will do for rest of my years. Perhaps I will be moving my "space" around, but I will still be Nez the Blogger. I write, I share and I will be glad if you drop a line, and for my part I will let you judge me by my personality, not what I have or who I am with. (It's nice to know that I'm married, expecting a child, graduated from a design college, without having to know where, who I went to school with and seeing their pictures. Right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, my sweet readers, this space is moved to &lt;a href="http://hellonez.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hellonez.wordpress.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. No particular reason, I am just fed up with bl**g*r engine and choose to switch to WP's better system. Things will be the same; I will blog mostly in English and sometimes in Bahasa Indonesia if I feel like it. This one? Will remain open 24/7 if any of us feel like revisiting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all, sweet readers - silent or loud ones - and friends :) *smooch*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*pic taken from thewashingtonnote.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-2119165653558655458?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2119165653558655458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=2119165653558655458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/2119165653558655458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/2119165653558655458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2010/11/me-on-blogging-anonymous-janenez.html' title='Me on blogging: The Anonymous Jane/Nez'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/TOppBAb122I/AAAAAAAAAZY/U2QsBwsnQuI/s72-c/anonymous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-7140440379136573369</id><published>2010-10-13T09:20:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T09:27:39.356+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The One before the Last One (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/TLVfVWKgeYI/AAAAAAAAAZM/eZYfv2briSw/s1600/99.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/TLVfVWKgeYI/AAAAAAAAAZM/eZYfv2briSw/s320/99.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527428937998694786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 99th post, yay! Berpikir2 buat ganti blog engine aja. Blogger makin bosok, or is it just me? Kemaren ga bisa adding image, akhire pake web image. Msh banyak lagi kebosokan yg lain. Been using WP on and off, I found it's much better. Interface wise and feature wise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atau Tumblr ya? Kan dah gak usum tuh ngepost panjang2 lagi. Say it with pictures. Or 1-3 lines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking that my next post - the One Hundreth post - will be the last one here. So yeh, maap Blogger, pengen pindah ke lain hati. WP kali yeeeeeeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-7140440379136573369?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7140440379136573369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=7140440379136573369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/7140440379136573369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/7140440379136573369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-before-last-one.html' title='The One before the Last One (?)'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/TLVfVWKgeYI/AAAAAAAAAZM/eZYfv2briSw/s72-c/99.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-5969861355501140741</id><published>2010-10-12T11:14:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T12:02:49.378+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Second diploma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mysite.saeamsterdam.com/%7E502812/graduate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 193px;" src="http://mysite.saeamsterdam.com/%7E502812/graduate.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, there goes the end of my Web Design diploma journey. Got the final evaluation just now. Alhamdulillah: Beeee :-) A rich B for both theory exam (PHP-ActionScript-MySQL) and practical exam (PHP) and a B minus (don't care as long as it's a B wakaka) for my final project.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad. And I think my JQuery teacher Tim would be glad too, as this kind of following dialogue will not happen anymore in class:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M(me)&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Uhmm... Tim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T(Tim)&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Yeah, any problem with your code?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;: Yeh, I'm trying to make this object fading in. But it can only fade out?! I think my code is good. Can you check my code? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;: *In silence, examining my code for eventual syntax error, as it has always been my problem hahah*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;: Uhm, okey, I'm gonna leave you for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;: *Memandang kode dengan kebingungan*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*And in 5 minutes, aku menyadari tentu saja the object will NOT fade in, cos it's already on the stage. Wakakaka, lemot deh. (Blame the pregnancy hormones!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Well, in the end the grades did not really matter, I'm happy that for once bisa menyelesaikan kuliah tepat waktu. Unlike S-1 yang baru berakhir setelah 7 thn. Next, mencari kerja. Although with my pregnancy it will be very hard as I understand companies would prefer other candidates, but just trying out will not hurt, no? Kalaupun akhirnya belum dapet apa2, anggap aja mengasah pengalaman interview dalam bahasa Inggris &amp;amp; Belanda (alamak, interview pake bahasa kumpeni.... ufff). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My favourite school assignment so far is a flash banner I made for "Primagama" : &lt;a href="http://mysite.saeamsterdam.com/%7E502812/assignments/assignment_5.html"&gt;http://mysite.saeamsterdam.com/~502812/assignments/assignment_5.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bikin animasi dengan flash sangat menarik, I think what I've learned in this school is just a start. I will definitely keep learning at home and trying to discover more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dus&lt;/i&gt;. One diploma to sit next to my Bachelor certificate in our &lt;i&gt;boekenrek&lt;/i&gt;, insyaAllah. And a baby. What a year - terimakasih, Allah.&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/7833090349956451849-5969861355501140741?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5969861355501140741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=5969861355501140741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/5969861355501140741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/5969861355501140741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2010/10/second-diploma.html' title='Second diploma'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-8181564059752899682</id><published>2010-09-23T15:46:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T09:31:28.002+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackpot - part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;....So, where was I? Hahaha, maap2, kemarin malah jadinya ga nerusin post. Thanks &lt;a href="http://tikus-ilang.blogspot.com/"&gt;ulms&lt;/a&gt; (and others) yg sudah sabar menunggu :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/TJtvrXwvljI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Mvqfm-t3JkY/s320/icon-pregnancy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520128559176193586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;End of July: Testpack Moment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masih inget banget tanggalnya: &lt;b&gt;26 Juli&lt;/b&gt;. Hari Senin. Jam 3 siang, seperti udah diniatin dari hari Sabtu, meluncurlah diriku ke &lt;a href="http://dirx.nl/"&gt;Dirx&lt;/a&gt;. Pilih pilih testpack sambil sedikit melotot ngliat harganya. Paling murah 7,5 eur saja T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pulang ke rumah, sengaja menunda sampe sore banget untuk pake testpacknya, supaya deketan dengan si Komar pulang kantor. "Nanti ah, jam 17.30," batinku (padahal benernya udah nggak sabar). Akhirnya jam menunjukkan jam 17.30. Langsung aku:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Siapin wadah kaca bekas augurken/ acar dari supermarket, untuk menadahi kencing; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Ga lupa wadahnya dicuci dan dilap sekali lagi supaya bersih. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Siapin kamera untuk motret hasil testpack kalo ternyata positif (buat kenang2an...). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Buka kemasan testpack, baca petunjuknya baik2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Pasang stopwatch HP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Action :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sesuai petunjuk, saya harus biarkan si testpack "bereaksi" selama 3-5 menit baru boleh baca indikatornya (dan ga boleh lebih dari 10 menit karena hasilnya ga akan akurat). I decided to leave the bathroom, while mungkin bbrp orang lebih suka duduk memandangi si testpack sampai garis itu lamat-lamat terlihat. I didn't; I chose to just surprise myself. So I went back in after 5 mins, et voila!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reaksiku? Bahagia dong, sampai berkaca-kaca :') Pake acara lompat kesenengan segala, hihi. Langsung foto-foto deh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Komar got home round 15 mins later, dan langsung nanya: "Gimana? Udah test?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Belum, habis gini", aku jawab - bohong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ooh", katanya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi tentu saja dong deh, waktu dia lagi sibuk nglepas jaket dan sepatu dll, aku sodorin kamera yg mendisplay foto si garis dua. Reaksinya? So happy, langsung meluk aku kenceeeeeng dan lamaaa banget :') Bahkan dia minta liat sendiri si testpack bersejarah yang kebetulan belum aku buang. Setelah dia puas ngliatin testpacknya, tentu saja dibuang hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;August: mual (tapi tetap ceria...)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty much bulan Agustus diawali dengan kehamilan kebo. Ga pake mual, muntah, lemes, pengennya makan aja kayak kebo. Sama seperti minggu-minggu sebelumnya, nafsu makanku menggila. Dan suddenly menyukai sayur dan buah, padahal ampun deh sebelum hamil susah banget makan sayur. Masih keinget aku tiba-tiba di siang bolong ngidam pecel. Langsung lah aku kukus kol, buncis, kentang, lalu mengeluarkan persediaan bumbu pecel Madiun. Makan pecel pake nasi dan ayam goreng; lahapnya gak karuan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempet kepikiran, ini yang diperut &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baby cuek kali ya. Gak menyusahkan emaknya hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi, pertengahan Agustus masuk minggu ke 6 datanglah dia. Perasaan mual dan gampang enek. Mulailah drama itu dimulai: gak kuat bau bawang putih. Gak kuat bau bawang-bawangan ditumis. Sebel kalo kulkas dibuka (ga seneng baunya). Sempet ikut puasa 3 hari pertama, tapi akhirnya ga lagi karena kasian baby; ga puasa aja emaknya dah males makan apalagi kalo puasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky me, aku masih bisa "maksa" diri sendiri untuk makan. Lebih menyenangkan lagi: makanan itu blas ga ada yg keluar walaupun makannya sampe nekuk-nekuk muka sekalipun. So, no toilet-hugging session!! ^_^. &lt;b&gt;Sama sekali gak ada yang namanya muntah-muntah&lt;/b&gt;. Walaupun makan harus dipaksa, tapi masuk-masuk aja tuh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempet ngliat status teman di FB yg lagi hamil juga, dia sampai &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyperemesis_gravidarum"&gt;hyperemesis gravidarum&lt;/a&gt; (muntah-muntah parah sampai ga ada asupan gizi masuk). Duuuuh, alhamdulillah, thanks Allah... kehamilanku jauuuuh lebih enteng. Lanjutkan ya Nak! Hihihihi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cari-cari bidan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bulan Agustus juga diwarnai dengan kunjungan-kunjungan ke rumah temen-temen yang udah punya anak, minta advies hehehe. Terutama advies harus ke bidan mana. Lewat referensi seorang teman akhirnya kami memutuskan ke praktek Verloskundige Amstelveen/Buitenveldert. Praktek team, bidannya ada 4 orang, gantian. Semua masih muda-muda. Yang terpenting: supeeer ramah meladeni pasien bawel satu ini yang banyak pertanyaan ga jelas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadilah bulan Agustus yang ceria ditutup dengan kunjungan pertama ke bu Bidan, ditemani Komar. Kami harus menceritakan riwayat kesehatan keluarga, dan cek up kecil untuk aku (cek tensi - alhamdulillah normal - dan dipegang-pegang perutnya hehe).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yang bikin aku semakin cinta dengan bu Bidan, beliau sangat pro-ASI. "Nanti kamu harus kasih anakmu ASI ya, apalagi ayahnya ada riwayat asma dan kamu ada riwayat alergi. Penting itu," katanya. Berhubung aku sendiri juga pro-ASI, seneng banget dengernya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;September to Remember&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tanggal 2 September, kunjungan kedua ke bu bidan untuk USG pertama. Deg-deg plas rasanya. Komar sampai ijin setengah hari karena dia ga mau melewatkan momen penting ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Spannend, ya? Hari ini kita akan lihat bayi kamu pertama kalinya...," kata bu Bidan, while she was rubbing my tummy dg gel biru bening yg rasanya dingin2 aneh itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan ya, begitu alat berbentuk stik itu menempel di bawah pusarku... terlihatlah dia dengan jelas di monitor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ja hoor, geen twijfel!!! Dat is je baby!!!" kata bu bidan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our baby, alive and kicking. Yes, kicking! Mungkin masih reflek aja, berhubung dinding rahim tempat dia bersandar jadi bergerak-gerak karena ditoel-toel dengan stik USG. Tapi dia gerak! Tangan-tangan dan kaki-kaki kecilnya paddling kesana-kemari. Wajahnya samar-samar juga udah kelihatan. Matanya masih menutup, tapi eyelidnya ada. Wauw! (But no, kami berdua ga sampe nangis kok, hehehe...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keluar dari praktek bidan, me and Komar just couldnt stop smiling. Sambil bergandengan aku tanya dia, gimana perasaannya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ada beneran ih?!!" katanya. Hihihi, so typical Komar :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bajuku dulu tak begini...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekitar 2 minggu lalu, nafsu makanku kembali. Haha, seneng rasanya sekarang bisa makan lahap lagi, walaupun untuk beberapa jenis makanan kadang masih enek (semisal yang santan-santan gitu). But generally it's getting better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beberapa hari ini selalu sibuk ngaca, merhatiin peyut hehe. Sepertinya baby bump-ku mulai kelihatan. Dan tentu saja, celana-celana dan baju ketat udah pensiun dini sejak akhir Agustus, hiks. Now I rely on loose-fitting clothes (babydolls, cardigan gede, t-shirtnya Komar, rok panjang lebar yg nyaman).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya ada lagi perubahan. Kulitku jadi less berminyak. Bye-bye jerawat! Rambut juga jadi lebih lemes dan gampang diatur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, sejauh ini bisa disimpulkan kehamilan saya cukup menyenangkan. I only experienced mild nausea symptoms - no vomits. It was indeed such a bless. Berat badan juga ga naik gila-gilaan (or not yet, heheh). Bahkan masuk bulan ke 4, teman-teman dan dosen di kampus belum ada yang nyadar kalau diriku hamil. Habis perawakan juga nggak - atau belum - berubah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll see ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7833090349956451849-8181564059752899682?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8181564059752899682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=8181564059752899682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/8181564059752899682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/8181564059752899682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2010/09/jackpot-part-2.html' title='Jackpot - part 2'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/TJtvrXwvljI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Mvqfm-t3JkY/s72-c/icon-pregnancy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-5665658417331720378</id><published>2010-09-21T18:50:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T13:48:20.914+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...Jackpot! - part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, jackpot :) Disebut jackpot karena memang the odds of mr.sperm meeting mrs. ovum is one in a million, no? Hehehe. Just like throwing coins into the jackpot machine slot; you'll never know what youre gonna get...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/TJj1wyphFQI/AAAAAAAAAYU/p4x2AZy7KCo/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519431561920976130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alhamdulillah, praise Allah... this time kami berdua yang kedapatan jackpot diatas :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Before trying&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Di tahun pertama kami memutuskan menunda, dengan metode kombinasi: kalender dan pengaman. Kebetulan saya termasuk satu dari wanita-wanita yang beruntung dikaruniai siklus menstruasi yang super disiplin: 26-28 hari. Maksimal 3 hari mundur/ maju dari jadwal. Sejak awal menikah saya rajin mencatat kapan si tamu datang dan berapa lama dia datang. Selain itu, sesekali saya juga mengukur temperatur tubuh (body basal temperature) untuk melihat siklus ovulasi. Dengan ini, kapan persisnya kami bisa berhubungan tanpa pengaman lebih akurat lagi diprediksi. We were being really careful, as planned, and everything worked well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akhir tahun lalu - sekitar November - menjelang rampungnya "hutang" kuliah S1 saya, "the talk" had already started. Apa rencana selanjutnya? Kapan anak mulai kita masukkan dalam rencana hidup kita? Walaupun pembicaraan itu sudah ada, sejujurnya saat itu kami berdua masih memikirkan cita-cita pribadi dulu. Sekitar bulan Oktober sayapun sudah ndobel kuliah Diploma yang kira-kira makan waktu setahun (sampai Sept 2010). The plan for me, from the beginning, had always been to start my own company setelah lulus kuliah Diploma. Tapi terpikir juga untuk bekerja di perusahaan selama minimal setahun. Hmm... Hitung punya hitung, 2011 would be the ideal year for my pregnancy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toh, di bulan Desember, kami akhirnya memutuskan stop berlangganan pengaman dulu. We would be careful when we feel like it, or not. Just let the surprises come along the way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;While trying&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Di bulan yang sama kami ke Indonesia, dan menjadwalkan check up kesehatan suami-istri, just checking if there were something wrong... Terutama saya ingin melihat kadar Toxoplasma saya (note: Toxoplasma adalah virus yang menyebabkan gangguan rahim dan perkembangan janin yang biasanya didapat manusia dari interaksi dengan kucing. Ada kemungkinan kadar Toxo di darah saya cukup tinggi - maklum hidup dengan kucing sejak balita :D). Thank God everything was okay, eventhough di dalam darah saya ada 0,2% kadar Toxo tapi masih jauh di bawah ambang batas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Di saat liburan itu pula saya menyadari ada yang aneh. Ada flek di celana dalam saya - yak betul, flek darah kecoklatan. Semula saya kira menstruasi karena kebetulan datangnya bareng dengan jadwal mens. Tapi, setelah 2 hari dia berhenti. Setelah flek berhenti, mens yang saya kira datang tidak juga nongol hingga seminggu. Penasaran, saya pun membeli testpack di Semarang. Saya simpan testpack dengan rapi di toiletries case, dan memutuskan menunggu hingga 4-5 hari. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ternyata, beberapa hari setelah saya membeli testpack itu, saya mengalami dilep hebat. Seperti diinjak, ditendang... sakit sekali. And there it was, my period, datang terlambat nyaris 2 minggu untuk pertama kalinya. At first I didn't realize it was a miscarriage. Beberapa bulan kemudian saat membaca-baca artikel kehamilan, baru saya menyadarinya. Itulah kehamilan pertama saya yang luruh. Flek darah yang datang itu pertanda ada kantung janin yang mulai terbentuk - hanya tidak berkembang sebagaimana mestinya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mei 2010, kembali saya mengalami tanda-tanda. Tiba tiba saja saya sering mual di pagi hari dan di suatu sore saya muntah-muntah hebat. Langsung saja saya pikir: hamilkah saya? Tunggu punya tunggu, hingga seminggu mens tak kunjung datang. Testpack yang saya beli di Semarang bbrp bulan sebelumnya masih ada - and I decided to take a shot. Ternyata: negatif. Dan keesokannya saya mens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;...AND...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, akhir &lt;s&gt;Juni&lt;/s&gt; ralat, maksudnya &lt;b&gt;Juli&lt;/b&gt; 2010. Di tanggal dimana menstruasi saya harusnya nongol, saya belum juga mens. Mungkin telat barang 3 hari, saya pikir. Batas waktu 3 hari terlampaui, and already I realized something was going on. Langsung cek artikel kehamilan for early pregnancy signs. Saat itu saya belum mual-mual tapi sudah merasa gampang capek, sering kegerahan, found myself in need for napping, payudara sakit dan sensitif, juga daya tahan tubuh turun (ditandai dengan frekuensi bersin &amp;amp; beringus yang melebihi normal). Wah jangan-jangan iya nih. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, saya tetap melakukan aktifitas sebagaimana biasa: bersepeda ngebut-ngebut lewat jalan gronjalan, lari-lari ngejar metro, bawa belanjaan berat, bahkan bantu-bantu sahabat pindahan - angkat kardus dll (untungnya waktu itu lagi summer break kuliah, jadi ga ketambahan gendong-gendong laptop ke kampus).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In short, I did not pamper myself at all walaupun sudah curiga hamil. Tetap pencilakan seperti biasa. Untungnya tidak ada gangguan yg berarti selain cepat capek. No flek darah, no lemes, no pingsan. Syukurlah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- bersambung ke part 2, bumil mo bikin Milo hangat dulu. Hihihi :P &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7833090349956451849-5665658417331720378?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5665658417331720378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=5665658417331720378' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/5665658417331720378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/5665658417331720378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2010/09/jackpot-part-1.html' title='...Jackpot! - part 1'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/TJj1wyphFQI/AAAAAAAAAYU/p4x2AZy7KCo/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-4150845008650736101</id><published>2010-09-16T14:35:00.017+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T22:01:38.101+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mie ayam, bakso dan bebek goreng...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hah? Ngidam?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Iya, ngidam. Soalnya Alhamdulillah... saya lagi hamil.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akhirnya, lebih dari enam bulan setelah stop kontrasepsi, Allah mempercayakan seorang calon penghuni dunia untuk bersemayam di rahim saya. Sekarang umurnya sudah 3 bulan jalan 4 bulan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mohon doanya kawans, semoga kami berdua sehat2 selalu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far I'm still refusing to turn this blog completely into a pregnancy/baby journal, wkwkwk. Saya sih sudah menulis pregnancy journal sendiri di rumah, dalam bentuk buku harian biasa yg ditulis tangan. Pengennya, kelak saya berikan ke si anak sebagai hadiah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Sengaja saya pilih diary yg ditulis tangan, biar lebih berkesan untuk anak saya nanti :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nanti lah saya bikin post yg khusus tentang pengalaman kehamilan (garis-dua moment, mual-mual moment, dsb). Sekalian bagi-bagi kabar, buat &lt;a href="http://tikus-ilang.blogspot.com/"&gt;diajeng satu ini&lt;/a&gt; yg katanya nunggu cerita-cerita hamil saya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekarang saya lagi moodnya membahas makanan, berhubung lagi &lt;b&gt;ngidam&lt;/b&gt;. Hihihi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Berhubung dalam daftar ngidam saya minggu ini adalah &lt;b&gt;Mie Ayam&lt;/b&gt; dan &lt;b&gt;Bakso&lt;/b&gt;, jadi mari kita membahas dua makanan ini :D Oh, &lt;b&gt;bebek goreng&lt;/b&gt; juga deh, soalnya minggu lalu ngidamnya itu... hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1: Bebek goreng&lt;/b&gt; (specifically: &lt;a href="http://dolansuroboyo.wordpress.com/2007/11/27/begor-cak-sandy/"&gt;bebek goreng "cak Sandy" Surabaya&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/TJJDQ1gfDLI/AAAAAAAAAXU/yP0E9aT7nhM/s320/s3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517546450002578610" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sangking pengen banget bebek goreng, saya sampe nulis post di wall FB, hihihihi. Habisnya, ngidam banget pol-polan. Specifically saya pengen bebek goreng cak Sandy yg mangkalnya di parkiran seberang Galaxy Mall... hiks. Atau cak sapa aja deh yg penting bebek Surabaya. Yang sambelnya pedas meriah. Yang bebeknya pake bebek kampung digoreng garing dan penuh minyak kuning berlemak jenuh tinggi a.k.a. biang kolesterol. Oh, heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beberapa teman ngusulin kenapa ga makan bebek di restoran Cina disini, sebagai pengganti. Uhm, dagingnya beda masalahnya, kalo bebek sini ga crispy dan agak kemerahan. Ga ada yg bisa menyamai level dewa-nya bebek kampung Indonesia yang kurus-kurus nan gurih dengan bumbu yang miroso* itu :( Lagipula sambelnya yang bikin mulut sampe plongoh plongoh itu ga ada yang bisa nyamain di Eropa. Sambel restoran Cina? Yaaah... sambel banci itu :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, waktu hari Lebaran kemaren main ke rumah temen, ada suguhan bebek (Eropa) goreng. Entah kenapa, setelah makan bebek itu sampe rumah malah tambah mual. Akhirnya, jadi ga ngidam bebek lagi :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2: Mie Ayam/ Mie Pangsit Ayam&lt;/b&gt; (spec.: &lt;a href="http://rachmatwidada.blogspot.com/2009/12/nikmatnya-mie-ayam-teguh-rinjani.html"&gt;Mie pak Teguh "Rinjani" - Semarang&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/TJJKCmim58I/AAAAAAAAAYM/dfQSoF1vIf4/s320/Mie+Ayam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517553902048176066" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mie ayam, with or without pangsit, adalah makanan andokan* favoritku dari sejak jaman SMA. Semua jenis mie ayam dah pernah tak rasain, mulai dari yg ga enak, standard sampe yang enak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Esp. semasa SMA di Malang, favoritku &lt;a href="http://bogor2.multiply.com/reviews/item/1"&gt;Mie Ayam Gajahmada&lt;/a&gt; (bukan bakmi GM lho, kebeneran namanya aja sama). Warungnya agak nyempil posisinya di belakang &lt;i&gt;Gajah Mada Plaza&lt;/i&gt;, daerah Pasar Besar. Dulu buat aku inilah Mie Ayam level dewa, GM yang kesohor dan bermerk itu kalah deh.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Begitu tahu aku fans berat Mie Ayam, suamiku si Komar yg cah Semarang asli langsung sibuk berkoar-koar soal &lt;a href="http://rachmatwidada.blogspot.com/2009/12/nikmatnya-mie-ayam-teguh-rinjani.html"&gt;Mie Ayam pak Teguh&lt;/a&gt; yang warungnya di sebelah hotel Rinjani - Semarang. Katanya, ini baru mie ayam terenak, dan aku harus nyoba. Akhirnya waktu kami pulang Indo bulan Desember 2009 kemarin dan sempat mampir Semarang, jadilah kami sambangi nih warung yang ngantrinya amit-amit padahal kami nyampe sana juga masih jam setengah 7 malem (konon kalo sampe sana jam 9 udah kehabisan).  Ternyata?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bener deh, segala level dewa dan kahyangan yang udah aku hadiahkan buat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mie Ayam Gajahmada kandas sudah. Mie Ayam pak Teguh ini baru level dewa yang sebenarnya (lebay). Mienya mereka buat sendiri, alias homemade, teksturnya kenyil dan rasanya gurih. Slurp, jadi makin ngidam :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akhirnya kemarin malam aku &amp;amp; Komar bahu-membahu di dapur masak mie ayam sendiri. Kumplit pake pangsit rebus yang kulitnya aku bikin sendiri, sementara Komar bikin mie homemade. Hasilnya ya tetep enaaaak sih, walaupun still... pak Teguh... I miss you :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3: BAKSOOOOOOO!!&lt;/b&gt; (Bakso Jawa Timur)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaaaah, kayaknya makanan yg ini standard ada di daftar ngidam hampir setiap ibu hamil Indonesia. Khusus untuk daftar ngidamku ini, yang aku pengen itu bakso dengan penyajian seperti di Jawa Timur (namanya juga orang Jatim). Hah, emang beda ya sama daerah lain? Berdasarkan pengalamanku, di Jawa Tengah, Jawa Barat dan Jakarta, cara orang makan bakso beda dengan di Jawa Timur. Apa bedanya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;a) Bakso ala Jakarta &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/TJJE8VdXK5I/AAAAAAAAAXk/GXm6a8N6j_Q/s200/bakso-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517548296825416594" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waktu sempat tinggal &amp;amp; internship di Jakarta (Jakarta Timur tepatnya), kebetulan teman-teman seruangan di kantor pada hobi jajan. Karena mereka tahu aku pernah tinggal di Malang, jadilah mereka lumayan sering ngajak ke warung bakso di terminal Rawamangun, yang katanya terkenal di daerah situ. Tapi, sungguh sayang cara makan bakso di sana sama sekali ga sesuai dengan seleraku :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pertama&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;, ada tambahan kol dan tauge&lt;/b&gt;. Aku terkaget-kaget dot com begitu tahu kalo bakso di Jakarta itu dicampur kol &amp;amp; tauge. What???!! Pertama kalinya aku mBakso di Jakarta, si abang yang jualan ga tak kasih tau kalo aku ngga mau kol ataupun tauge. Jadilah aku memandang semangkok Bakso yang aku pesan dengan sangat tidak berselera :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kedua, di Jakarta biasanya bakso juga dicampur gorengan-gorengan semaca&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;m ote-ote (di Jakarta dibilangnya "bakwan") atau tahu isi&lt;/b&gt;. Setahuku, bakso kalo di Malang atau Surabaya juga dicampur gorengan, tapi standard gorengan untuk campuran bakso ya misal siomay goreng/ basah, gorengan panjang (mirip lumpia), tahu bakso atau bakso goreng. Tapi ote-ote atau tahu isi; bukannya itu gorengan yang biasanya dimakan gitu aja (atau pake petis) yah? Awalnya aku udah heran, kok warung Bakso juga jualan gorengan2 gitu, tapi aku pikir mungkin dijual buat cemilan aja. Eh ternyata orang-orang disekitarku minta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; abangnya yang ngeracik untuk motong-motong tahu isi, ote-ote dan kawan2nya itu dan mencampurkannya ke dalam kuah bakso #_# Lebih aneh lagi, beberapa orang malah juga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; nyampurin krupuk ke dalam baksonya. Err.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;b) Bakso Jawa Tengah (bakso Solo)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/TJJF4X86gkI/AAAAAAAAAXs/eOW6aQ_mjQA/s200/bakso.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517549328286777922" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waktu liburan di Semarang, kebetulan pengen jajan bakso. Akhirnya Komar ngajak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; aku cari-cari bakso di daerah dekat Srondol/ Semarang atas. Begitu masuk warung, aku langsung notice bedanya bakso Jawa Tengah dengan bakso Malang: semangkuk bakso disana isiannya cuma bakso urat/ halus (dalam ukuran besar/kecil) dan bihun. Dengan kuah yang sangat kaldu sekali. Bakso Jawa Tengah kesannya lebih "purist" - bakso ya isinya bakso aja, plus bihun. Ga pake mie kuning atau gorengan2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enak sih, tapi... kurang nampol di perut rasanya kalo ga ada goreng2nya, hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;c) Bakso JaBar/ Bakso Bandung&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/TJJHCbdQCXI/AAAAAAAAAX0/p7ylFKLAWt4/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517550600538032498" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masih waktu di Jakarta, pernah ada temen yang ngajakin makan Bakso Bandung (bakso Pasundan atau apa gitu nama warungnya). Menarik juga, aku pikir, karena aku sendiri ga ada bayangan kayak apa bakso Bandung - berhubung seumur hidup cuma pernah sekali ke Bandung itupun waktu kecil, hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ternyata, bakso Bandung lebih minimalis lagi daripada bakso JaTeng. Kalau Bakso JaTeng masih ada bihunnya, bakso Bandung semangkok isinya cuma dua: satu bakso ukuran standard, dan satu bakso urat ukuran gedeee. Bakso raksasanya ini ada yang standard juga yang pake isian, entah daging cincang berbumbu atau telur puyuh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;d) Bakso Jawa Timur (Bakso Malang).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horeeeeee... inilah bakso yang aku maksud, yang ada di daftar ngidamku beneran. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/TJJIGKqhvvI/AAAAAAAAAYE/nc5eN-5bqdc/s320/bakwan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517551764261420786" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Psst, perhatikan sambal oranye penuh racun di atas. Uffff, menggoda iman :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/TJJHfRTZYwI/AAAAAAAAAX8/H5gW0gCzyAQ/s320/BaksoSamut2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517551096028553986" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lazimnya bakso Malang disajikannya dengan gorengan-gorengan seperti diatas ini. Bakso goreng, siomay2an, lumpia2an, tahu bakso. Ada juga kreasi seperti bakso bakar, bakso tenes, bakso isi. Bisa apa aja sesuai kreasi si penjual. Jadi di mangkok isinya ga cuma si &lt;i&gt;penthol&lt;/i&gt; bakso aja. Sering juga ada tambahan mie kuning plus bihun. Nyam nyam jreng pokoknya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jangan kaget kalau misalnya lagi ke Malang dan tanya ke teman "bakso yang enak di mana ya", teman anda akan bingung menjawabnya hahaha. Seandainya ada pintu kemana sajanya Doraemon, aku pengen ngabur ke Malang dan nyatroni warung-warung ini sekarang juga:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- bakso Dokdikjur (deket Rampal, arah Sawojajar)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- bakso President belakang Mitra 2 (warungnya mepet rel kereta)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- bakso bakar ABM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Bakso Kidul Pasar Blimbing (ini Bakso Solo sih benernya hehe, tp enaaak)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Bakso Pak Man (bukan Cak Man yg franchise itu lho) di belakang SMA Salahuddin... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, mana lagi ya? Sangking seringnya nyoba bakso waktu di Malang dulu (dan rata-rata sama enaknya), sampe ga bisa spesifik lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau di Sidoarjo, ada juga bakso yang enak. Namanya Bakso Granat. Sayang warungnya dimana aku udah lupa, karena dulu kesananya juga waktu main ke rumah tante-oom di Sidoarjo. Disebut Granat karena saking gedenya nih bakso :D Kira-kira penampakannya seperti ini:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/TJJD5DQVXiI/AAAAAAAAAXc/D15odVVlbnM/s320/Bakso-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517547140887698978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, saking gedenya jadi satu mangkok isinya cukup satu aja, hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau di Surabaya, warung bakso favoritku:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Bakso "Sayang" di jalan Wijaya Kusuma seberang SMA kompleks. Disebut gitu karena bu'e yang jual kalo manggil kita-kita (pelajar2 cewek) pake sebutan "Sayang" hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Bakso Jalan Pacar, sederet dgn SMPku dulu; lokasinya juga ga jauh dari bakso Sayang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Favorit keluargaku: lokasinya di Manyar, kami nyebutnya "bakso Kotak" karena salah satu variasinya yaitu penthol bakso yang dibentuk persegi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Satu hal yg jelas, untuk jenis-jenis makanan diatas kayaknya emang paling pas kalo makannya di warung-warung nyempil atau PKL, bukan di outlet dalam mall ber-AC. Justru seninya njajan-njajan begini tuh sambil kringeten, panas-panas. Keluar rumah pake kaos oblong santai dan dandan seadanya, berangkat naik mikrolet/ jalan kaki/ gonceng teman yg naik sepeda motor. Makan di warung tanpa perlu peduli tingkat kehigienisannya, sambil satu tangan sibuk "olahraga" ngusir laler :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;catatan kaki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*andokan: warung tenda/ PKL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*miroso: kaya bumbu, bumbunya meresap &amp;amp; sangat terasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;pics from: mysukma blog, kaskus, semilirsunyi.blogspot.com, vilyliu blog, teddytirtablog, din2902.multiply.com, bukankelanakuliner.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;linked review: rachmatwidada.blogspot.com (mie ayam teguh), bogor02.multiply.com (mie gajahmada malang) and dolansuroboyo.wordpress.com (bebek goreng cak sandy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7833090349956451849-4150845008650736101?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4150845008650736101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=4150845008650736101' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/4150845008650736101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/4150845008650736101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2010/09/mie-ayam-bakso-dan-bebek-goreng.html' title='Mie ayam, bakso dan bebek goreng...'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/TJJDQ1gfDLI/AAAAAAAAAXU/yP0E9aT7nhM/s72-c/s3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-6438191598226930637</id><published>2010-09-06T19:17:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T21:35:59.215+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kasih ibu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/TIUzuhsCSxI/AAAAAAAAAXM/37zrd9WDaXA/s1600/mother-child-photo-2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/TIUzuhsCSxI/AAAAAAAAAXM/37zrd9WDaXA/s320/mother-child-photo-2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513870193195109138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sahabat saya sewaktu SD kehilangan ibunya saat kami masih sama-sama kelas 1 SMP. Mendadak, setelah sakit dan koma hanya beberapa hari. Saya masih teringat jelas, kejadiannya saat kami sedang ulangan umum cawu 3 hari terakhir. Dia masih menguatkan dirinya untuk ikut masuk sekolah dan mengerjakan ulangan. Keluar dari sekolah, ia langsung berlari ke mobil antar jemput kami dan menangis sejadi-jadinya di jok belakang disebelah saya.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya, yang belum merasakan kehilangan orang tua, hanya bisa terdiam dan bingung. Tidak tahu cara menghiburnya. Tidak bisa berkata apa-apa, karena perasaan yang sama belum pernah menghujam di hati. Hanya elusan di punggungnya yang bisa saya beri... yang tentu saja tidak bisa merubah apapun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kejadian yang sama terulang saat teman baik saya semasa kuliah menceritakan soal ibunya yang sakit keras. Diabetes hingga buta dan hanya bisa berbaring di tempat tidur. Beberapa bulan kemudian, ibunya benar-benar meninggal. Saat saya berusaha menulis satu email panjang untuk menyatakan dukacita saya, lagi-lagi saya seperti kelu dan tak bisa memuntahkan kata-kata. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akhirnya saya menulis:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku ikut sedih ya. Walaupun aku belum pernah ngerasain hal yang sama. Tapi aku berharap kamu kuat. Dan semoga aku juga kuat saat mengalaminya sendiri. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan jawaban yang saya terima dari dia sungguh membuat saya menitikkan air mata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;InsyaAllah aku kuat, makasih ya. Kamu mesti bersyukur masih diberi kesempatan oleh Allah untuk memeluk ibumu, dengar suara ibumu. &lt;b&gt;Cium tangan beliau sebanyak-banyaknya sebelum beliau dikafani.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Cepat bahagiakan beliau, selagi beliau masih ada...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entah kenapa, pagi tadi saya tiba-tiba teringat rentetan kejadian tadi. Terutama pesan dari teman saya yang kehilangan ibunya tadi. Mungkin karena saya tengah merasakan rasa rindu yang teramat sangat pada Ibu saya di Surabaya. Segera saya kirimkan SMS, walaupun minggu lalu sudah dua kali saya menelepon beliau dan chatting dengan webcam. Jika biasanya saya bukan tipe yang sentimentil saat mengingat Ibu, kali ini sungguh berbeda rasanya. Saya terduduk sambil berurai air mata. Bahkan saat saya menulis postingan ini, satu tangan saya pun sibuk mengusap sudut-sudut mata yang membanjir hebat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buk, aku kangen dan sayang sama Ibuk....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya bersyukur memiliki hubungan yang sangat dekat dengan Ibu saya. Sangat amat dekat. Lucunya, kedekatan emosional kami justru terjalin setelah saya merantau ke Belanda selepas SMA. Mungkin setelah saya mulai beranjak dewasa, Ibu jadi mempercayai saya dengan rahasia-rahasia terdalamnya. Setiap saya berkesempatan pulang ke rumah, Ibu selalu mengajak saya sharing di kamarnya. Bercerita dari hati ke hati. Berbagi antara wanita dan wanita. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melihat Ibu saya sebagai penanggung jawab rumah tangga selalu membuat saya berdecak. Sungguh, saya belajar banyak darinya. Ibu saya adalah orang yang paling pandai mengatur keuangan keluarga. Sejak awal berumah tangga 27 tahun yang lalu, segala pemasukan rumah tangga baik dari beliau sendiri maupun dari gaji ayah saya, dibaginya dengan efektif lewat pos-pos pengeluaran yang ia atur sendiri dan ia kontrol ketat setiap bulannya. Sungguh, saya berdecak kagum jika melihat kepiawaian Ibu saya mengatur keuangan. Asuransi pendidikan, tabungan dan investasi adalah prioritas Ibu semenjak dulu. Ibu begitu ketat menyisihkan gaji ayah saya yang seorang PNS setiap bulannya untuk tabungan, walau dengan penuh perjuangan. Disaat orang lain di tahun 80-an mencibir Asuransi Pendidikan dan mempertanyakan apa gunanya, Ibu saya yang memiliki visi dan misi jauh ke depan berpikiran yang sebaliknya. Hasilnya, disaat saya lulus SMA dan orangtua teman-teman saya kebingungan dengan biaya kuliah anak-anaknya, Ibu saya dengan santainya berkata "nggak usah bingung, asuransi pendidikanmu cair nanti waktu kamu umur 18 tepat." Keren :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tidak hanya itu yang membuat saya kagum dan ingin belajar dari Ibu. Ibu juga memberi saya contoh nyata jika seorang wanita harus bisa mandiri. &lt;b&gt;Aktualisasi diri seorang wanita lebih dalam artinya dari sekadar karier, tapi seorang wanita harus bisa jadi inspirasi dan penggerak hati.&lt;/b&gt; Ibu saya tidak hanya menginspirasi saya sebagai anak perempuannya, tapi juga perempuan-perempuan lain disekitarnya, saat diusia 44 memulai imperium bisnisnya di bidang pendidikan. &lt;i&gt;Never too old to begin and never too old to learn&lt;/i&gt;, katanya. Kini, Ibu saya sudah jadi salah satu pebisnis wanita yang disegani di Surabaya. Kapal yang dinahkodainya kini telah menghidupi ratusan orang pegawai. Lapangan kerja baru ia ciptakan demi kesejahteraan banyak orang. Dari beliau, saya tergerak untuk melakukan hal yang sama. Suatu hari nanti jika Allah mengizinkan, saya juga harus mampu mengesampingkan egoisme saya dan dorongan untuk mencari comfort zone dengan hanya status pekerja. Berjuang menciptakan lapangan kerja sendiri dan berguna bagi banyak orang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Buk, aku kangen dan sayang sama Ibuk....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bulan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bulan&lt;/a&gt; pernah menulis di blognya, betapa sakit hatinya jika mendengar teman-teman yang berkata buruk tentang Ibu-ibu mereka sendiri. Sedikit banyak saya kini bisa memahami perasaannya. Bagaimana bisa ada anak yang tega berkata sengit tentang Ibu yang telah membesarkan dan menyayangi mereka. Bagaimana bisa sesosok Ibu yang harusnya inspiratif dan penuh kelembutan, bisa berbalik seperti musuh...? Perasaan saya terluka saat ada kawan yang bercerita bahwa ia bahkan tak lagi tersentuh hatinya saat mengingat Ibunya sendiri, karena mereka berdua seolah sepasang orang asing sejak sang ibu bercerai dari ayahnya. Padahal hati seorang anak harusnya tertusuk-tusuk setiap mengingat perkataan kasar dan perbuatan yang mungkin telah menyakiti hati Ibunya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya hanya bisa tak hentinya bersyukur pada Allah, karena Ia telah mempercayakan saya ke tangan seorang Ibu yang luar biasa. Walaupun Ibu saya bukan manusia yang sempurna, tapi bagi saya Ibu tetap yang terhebat. Sumber inspirasi saya. Orang yang telah mengajarkan saya cinta yang tulus, menguapkan ego dan menyayangi sesama, menabahkan hati dengan iman kepada Allah, berjuang dan bekerja keras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan saya berjanji kepada Allah, disetiap doa saya seusai shalat, untuk selalu berusaha membahagiakan Ibu. Karena kasih Ibu saya memang tulus dan tak terhingga sepanjang masa :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Temans, cium tangan ibu kalian sebanyak-banyaknya sebelum ia tertidur panjang. Dengarkan suaranya sepuas hati sebelum ia membisu selamanya. Peluk dan katakan cinta untuknya. Bahagiakan ia, selagi kalian bisa...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7833090349956451849-6438191598226930637?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6438191598226930637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=6438191598226930637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/6438191598226930637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/6438191598226930637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2010/09/kasih-ibu.html' title='Kasih ibu...'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/TIUzuhsCSxI/AAAAAAAAAXM/37zrd9WDaXA/s72-c/mother-child-photo-2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-738837569187954517</id><published>2010-09-01T11:28:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T18:41:23.846+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerja atau kuliah lagi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prenote: artikel berdasarkan pengalaman dan pandangan pribadi. Ide menulis hal ini muncul setelah saya sering menerima pertanyaan-pertanyaan dari adik-adik kelas atau teman-teman yang minta saran atau referensi. Moga2 bisa membantu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/TH5RE8_9rjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/qBvKV-Sdc2E/s1600/Studying_by_Carol_in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/TH5RE8_9rjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/qBvKV-Sdc2E/s320/Studying_by_Carol_in.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511932139483803186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selulus S-1, setiap orang dihadapkan di persimpangan jalan. What next? Ilmu yang sudah dimiliki dalam bentuk sertifikat ini mau dibawa kemana? Kerja, atau langsung kuliah lagi? Umumnya orang akan memilih kerja, tapi ada juga yang memilih kuliah. Pilihan yang kedua ini akhir-akhir ini makin banyak peminatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, untuk teman-teman yang mungkin sedang ada di persimpangan jalan ini, saya punya satu catatan penting: silakan jika ingin memilih langsung kuliah lagi, tapi jika iya, pilihan ini diambil &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jika dan hanya jika dibuat dengan pertimbangan yang matang&lt;/span&gt;. Sebab kuliah lagi means mengeluarkan uang lagi, dan sayang kalau uang yang dikeluarkan jadinya percuma. Jangan sampai setelah kuliah lagi merasa nggak cocok dan menyesal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tiga pilihan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umumnya, "melanjutkan kuliah lagi" means: ke jenjang lebih tinggi/ S-2. Tapi sebenarnya, pilihan ini bisa bercabang jadi dua, yaitu: S-2 atau bukan S-2. Bukan S-2 misalnya akta, sertifikasi atau diploma keahlian, yang kebanyakan harus diambil karena standarisasi profesi (contoh yg umum: akuntan, notaris, penerjemah, atau guru). Nah khusus kalau di Belanda sini, pilihan ini bercabang tiga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. S-2 di Universitas (ilmu murni, orientasi riset)&lt;br /&gt;2. S-2 di College/ Hogeschool (ilmu terapan, orientasi praktek)&lt;br /&gt;3. Melanjutkan kuliah yang bukan S-2 tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk pilihan antara nomor 1 dan 2, biasanya ini tergantung orientasi karir masing-masing. Saya sendiri ga seberapa paham soal plus minus antara 2 pilihan ini, tapi seinget saya jeng &lt;a href="http://omabercerita.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nia&lt;/a&gt; pernah menulis artikel tentang hal itu. Silakan langsung aja ke blog tsb, dijamin nanti dapet bonus traktiran (lho?? Hahahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lanjut kuliah, tapi bukan S-2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya sendiri termasuk golongan orang-orang yang ketiga. Setelah susah payah menyelesaikan S-1 selama 7 tahun (:-P), saya memutuskan dengan yakin untuk kuliah lagi. Diploma jadi pilihan saya. Kenapa? Selain pendidikan strata 1 saya berbeda dari profesi yang ingin saya tekuni (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;note: S1 saya komunikasi sedang minat saya desain grafis dan web&lt;/span&gt;), saya ingin menyesuaikan ilmu saya agar mencapai standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, bagaimana kita bisa tahu ilmu kita tidak mumpuni? Caranya, sering bertanya ke orang-orang yang sudah pro  di bidang yang teman-teman minati. Misalnya menanyakan, apa yang banyak dicari dari profesi kita di masa ini dan tahun-tahun mendatang? Apa  keahlian yang mulai ditinggalkan dan tereliminasi? Dalam kasus saya  dulu, PR saya adalah mencari tahu sebanyak-banyaknya seperti apa desain  web yang mulai ditinggalkan, dan seperti apa yang mulai dicari klien. Dari situ saya jadi tahu, bahwa apa yang saya ketahui belum sampai ke sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedikit cerita, untuk desain grafis ilmu saya hanya sebatas penguasaan software editing. Untuk desain web saya hanya bermodal sedikit knowledge of HTML. Pada saat itu saya cuma bisa membuat website dengan table, yang tentu  saja katrok kayak Tukul, dan sudah jauh ditinggalkan konsumen. Dari segi grafis, kemampuan komposisi dan kombinasi warna saya juga ancur. Dengan kata lain, desain saya gak meyakinkan, begitulah satu komentar yang pernah keluar dibelakang punggung saya. Hehehe. (Emangnya saya ga tau, LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Proses hunting kampus dan membuat daftar objective/ apa saja yg ingin dipelajari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proses pencarian kampus sudah saya mulai setahun sebelumnya. Saat hunting kampus, agar saya tahu pasti apa yang saya cari, saya membuat list berisi apa saja yang saya ingin pelajari, yaitu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In terms of web design, saya harus bisa: 1 - fasih skinning dengan CSS; 2 - menguasai tableless web design (div); 3 - bisa membuat web animation dan membuat website interaktif (berbasis action script/ flash); 4 - dapat membuat aplikasi web standard seperti comment box, request form, login form (berbasis function PHP, Javascript dan sejawatnya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In terms of design basics. Saya harus tahu: 1 - basic of composition/ bagaimana membuat komposisi yang balanced?; 2 - color theory / bagaimana membuat komposisi warna yang tepat?; 3 - bagaimana membuat desain yang baik dan layak jual; 4 - bagaimana membuat planning, sketch dan konsep desain sehingga proses kerja saya lebih efektif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan berbekal daftar itu, saya menemukan kampus yang sesuai dengan harapan saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ngapain kuliah lagi?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekolah sudah nemu. Objectives/ goal sudah jelas. Sekarang yang harus kita hadapi adalah pertanyaan-pertanyaan dari orang lain yang sok jadi pengamat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- : "Ngapain kuliah lagi?"&lt;br /&gt;+: "Pengen nambah ilmu laah."&lt;br /&gt;- : "Kenapa harus kuliah? Kalau kamu kerja juga bisa sambil belajar lho."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.... repfooot deh. Selain reseh, komentar yang menyamakan belajar lewat kuliah dengan belajar lewat kerja adalah sok tahu dan kurang tepat. Memang benar saat kita kerja kita mendapat banyak ilmu, tapi proses diantara keduanya jelas beda jauh. Begini kira-kira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pertama: Saat kita kerja, bimbingan/ supervision yang diberikan atasan kita tidaklah bisa dibandingkan dengan bimbingan yang diberikan seorang pengajar atau dosen&lt;/span&gt;. Ekspektasi dosen adalah: mahasiswanya berlatih dan belajar dari trial and error. Sedangkan ekspektasi atasan: pekerja menghasilkan sesuatu yang maksimal dan tanpa error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kedua. Sistem perkuliahan sudah dirancang sedemikian rupa dengan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kurikulum yang sesuai, yang membuat kita bisa menyerap ilmu-ilmu yang ingin kita dalami dengan maksimal.&lt;/span&gt; Semuanya diberikan setahap demi setahap dan dirancang supaya mudah diterima. Ada tugas-tugas yang diberikan secara berkala, agar mau nggak mau kita harus terus belajar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ketiga. Dengan kuliah kita akan melalui rangkaian ujian/ tes yang obyektif untuk membuktikan bahwa kita telah menguasai ilmu sesuai standard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keempat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tempat kerja, bagaimanapun juga, tidaklah memiliki situasi yang kondusif bagi seseorang untuk belajar. &lt;/span&gt;Saat kita kerja, kita akan lebih disibukkan dengan mengejar target perusahaan. Belum lagi politik dunia kerja yang mau nggak mau akan turut menyibukkan kita. Di kampus ada fasilitas, dosen dan teman-teman kuliah yang bisa diajak diskusi. Teman kerja? Boro-boro mereka bagi ilmu ke kita, mungkin udah pada sibuk sendiri mempertahankan posisi masing-masing :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nggak PD itu penting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terakhir, yang paling penting. Memotivasi diri sendiri. Tanya ke diri sendiri: cukupkah keahlian sejauh ini untuk memberikan kita posisi tawar dalam mencari kerja? Cukupkan ilmu yang sudah ada dijual agar menghasilkan uang (atau apapun yang kita cari dari karier)? Jika jawabannya tidak, meneruskan kuliah tentunya sangat membantu. Sekilas mungkin terdengar seperti kita nggak PD dengan apa yang kita miliki, tapi tentunya jangan dipandang sesempit itu. Nggak PD, selama alasannya jelas, adalah bentuk motivasi yang sangat baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang ada baiknya kita juga meminta kritik dari teman. Kritik membangun lho, bukan menjatuhkan. Misalnya menanyakan apa yang kurang dari kita. Contoh, kalau saya dulu, menunjukkan desain-desain lama saya ke beberapa teman yang lebih ahli. Kebanyakan memang menyarankan saya supaya belajar lagi, kali ini bukan otodidak seperti sebelumnya tapi pada institusi dan tenaga pengajar yang profesional. Saran yang setelah saya turuti ternyata tepat. Setelah saya membandingkan desain yang saya buat tahun 2008 sebelum kuliah dengan desain yang saya buat selama tahun 2010 setelah kuliah, kelihatan beda. At least yang sekarang udah gak bikin mata sakit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Good Luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah... gitulah kira-kira sharing pengalaman saya, moga-moga berguna ya. Buat adek-adek or teman-teman yang memutuskan meneruskan kuliah, good luck! Moga-moga bisa tercapai cita-citanya :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*pic by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;carol-in&lt;/span&gt;.deviantart.com&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/7833090349956451849-738837569187954517?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/738837569187954517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=738837569187954517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/738837569187954517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/738837569187954517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2010/09/kerja-atau-kuliah-lagi.html' title='Kerja atau kuliah lagi?'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/TH5RE8_9rjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/qBvKV-Sdc2E/s72-c/Studying_by_Carol_in.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-7151029435403489365</id><published>2010-07-25T00:59:00.016+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T05:22:19.965+02:00</updated><title type='text'>S-T-K-M</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Saya baru saja mengalami hari yang sangat menyenangkan. Menghabiskan hampir seharian bersama salah satu manusia terfavorit saya di muka bumi. Mengobrol dengannya berjam-jam lamanya, panjang kali lebar samadengan luas judule. Kenapa senang? Habis tiap ngobrol dengan cewek satu ini, selalu saja saya beroleh nasihat yang bermanfaat. Yang tentu saja dengan senang hati akan saya bagi di blog ini. Blog kan sarana berbagi nasihat dalam kebaikan, ya nggak sih? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah, nasihat yang saya dapat hari ini, menyinggung topik yang sering jadi penyebab kita "makan ati": &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;teman.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Kita harus hati-hati dengan orang-orang yang berstatus teman",&lt;/i&gt; kata sahabat saya itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Teman itu pada dasarnya bukan orang yang dekat dengan kita. Semuanya semu. Mereka cuma kerasa seolah-olah dekat dengan kita saat mengalami sesuatu bareng, entah satu kuliahan, sekelas, tetanggaan. Tapi dibalik punggung kita, mereka orang yang berbeda. Bisa jadi manis, bisa jadi pahit. Bisa penuh judgement padahal mereka nggak tahu apa-apa tentang kita,"&lt;/i&gt; lanjutnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah kebetulan sebelum dapat nasihat ini, saya juga habis baca postingannya &lt;a href="http://omabercerita.blogspot.com/2010/07/letter-just-for-you.html"&gt;oma Nia&lt;/a&gt; yang mengisahkan pengalaman kurang enak pula dengan yang namanya teman. Another kebetulan, saya juga baru mengalami kejadian kurang enak baru-baru ini, gara-gara segelintir orang yang saya labeli "teman".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebenarnya, apa itu teman? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa bedanya dengan sahabat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siapa yang seharusnya kita anggap teman, siapa yang sahabat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yang terpenting: kenapa bisa ada teman makan ati?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semua pasti setuju kalau didalam hidup ini, orang-orang asing (dalam artian diluar keluarga terdekat) yang kita temui, bisa memasuki kehidupan pribadi kita dalam beberapa level. Dari yang terendah sampai yang tertinggi. Hmm, kira-kira kalau dibikin tingkatan, seperti ini jadinya:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/TEt-jwzQWEI/AAAAAAAAAWk/4IuHcP0QLNk/s320/hirarki.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497626922996226114" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Sahabat.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Levelnya paling tinggi, karena mereka menyayangi kita seperti keluarga sendiri. Orang-orang paling tulus dan setia yang lolos "seleksi alam"; karenanya jumlahnya hanya sedikit dalam hidup kita.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Teman.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Itu berarti, orang-orang yang kita temui karena, awalnya, kita memiliki satu urusan dengan mereka. Entah teman kuliah, tetangga, teman sekantor. Yang pasti levelnya lebih rendah dari &lt;i&gt;sahabat&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Satu tingkat dibawah &lt;i&gt;teman&lt;/i&gt;, ada &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;kenalan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Seperti teman, kita bertemu mereka karena satu urusan, hanya saja dengan kenalan kita berinteraksi dalam level formal dan basa-basi. Misal dosen, kolega kantor yang tidak dekat, klien. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;4&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Lebih rendah lagi, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;orang yang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;mampir lewat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Maksudnya bukan lewat depan rumah semacam tukang bakso atau somay... tapi, interaksinya dengan kita tidak pernah berlanjut lebih dari sekedar bertemu sekali dua kali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Untuk dua kategori paling bawah mungkin sudah jelas bagaimana seharusnya kita bersikap. Seadanya dan seperlunya sajalah. Sebab sedari awal, alasan kita bertemu dengan mereka juga hanya karena keadaan. Yang jadi masalah adalah jika dari orang-orang ini ada yang naik tingkat jadi teman. Tiba-tiba saja seolah dekat dan sering bareng dengan kita: ngerjain tugas bareng, kongkow bareng, dll. Karena ada perasaan seolah-olah dekat inilah, kita jadi campur aduk memperlakukan mereka. Yang harusnya belum layak dipercaya, tapi sudah kita ceritakan hal-hal yang pribadi. Yang harusnya nggak layak kita sayangi, tapi sudah kita beri rasa sayang dan ekspektasi berlebihan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yah, begitulah rasanya, kesalahan saya. Sampe makan ati begini. And keep blaming myself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seharusnya saya (dan kita semua) tidak segampang itu menganggap seseorang jadi "teman dekat",  hanya karena kita tadinya sering menghabiskan waktu dengan dia. Karena, suatu hari nanti setelah alasan yang mempertemukan tidak ada lagi, dia bisa berbalik jadi musuh kita. Entah menyebarkan rahasia kita ke orang lain, atau lebih buruk lagi memfitnah. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Merasa paling tahu tentang saya, sehingga berani melayangkan judgement/ sangkaan seenak ude&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;l, padahal sebenarnya sih nggak tahu apa-apa!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadi: teman makan ati bisa terjadi, saat kita tidak hati-hati sampai memperlakukan seseorang seperti sahabat padahal ia hanyalah teman (atau malah kenalan). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nah, kalau sahabat?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau menurut saya pribadi, sahabat adalah orang yang lolos semua seleksi hingga dia berhak berada di tingkat tertinggi. Untuk lolos seleksi itu butuh sifat &lt;b&gt;jujur&lt;/b&gt;; lebih memilih untuk bicara langsung dengan kita setiap ada uneg-uneg, bukannya bisik-bisik atau membicarakan dibelakang punggung kita. &lt;b&gt;Tulus&lt;/b&gt;; berkawan dengan kita tidak hanya untuk bertujuan senang-senang atau hura-hura bareng, tapi untuk berbagi dan saling menguatkan disaat susah. Lalu &lt;b&gt;besar hati&lt;/b&gt;; berani mengakui kesalahannya jika ia salah, bukannya gengsi dan menjunjung ego sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Orang yang mampir lewat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;, bisa dengan mudahnya naik tingkat jadi kenalan. Kenalan, bisa dengan mudah naik tingkat jadi teman&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Tapi sungguh jarang teman yang bisa naik tingkat jadi sahabat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadi, ngapain saya peduli dengan teman yang bahkan ga layak jadi teman ya? *jeduk*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kan lebih baik, bisa menemukan satu-dua sahabat dari lingkaran pertemanan kita, daripada teman bejibun tapi tidak ada yang jadi sahabat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-7151029435403489365?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7151029435403489365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=7151029435403489365' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/7151029435403489365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/7151029435403489365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2010/07/s-t-k-m.html' title='S-T-K-M'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/TEt-jwzQWEI/AAAAAAAAAWk/4IuHcP0QLNk/s72-c/hirarki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-1616991506243801461</id><published>2010-07-20T12:23:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T16:21:55.659+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Karena cinta, (terkadang) butuh aksara*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;19 Agustus 2002, saya “berkenalan” dengannya untuk pertama kali.&lt;/b&gt; Jujur, awalnya saya merasa biasa saja. Seandainya dia itu manusia, dia bukan sosok yang bisa seketika menarik hati. Dia bukan Paris, “rumah” kedua saya di Eropa, yang membuat saya jatuh hati lalu bercinta dan sanggup luapkan orgasme romantisme berkali-kali. Di titik ini, tempat ini, dua tahun pertama saya lewati dengan datar-datar saja. Hingga diakhir tahun kedua, saya memutuskan untuk tinggalkannya sejenak, mencoba labuhkan persinggahan hidup ke Jakarta selama setahun. Setahun yang saya lewati dengan perasaan yang sama, yang datang berulang-ulang: rindu. Rindu pulang padanya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan di satu hari di bulan Agustus 2005, saya datang lagi menjejak buminya. Hingga kini. &lt;b&gt;Tujuh tahun sudah, Amsterdam dan saya.&lt;/b&gt; Tanggal 19 Agustus esok, masuk tahun kedelapan kami bersama. Hanya satu kalimat yang sanggup mengelumit perasaan saya padanya: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Butuh lebih dari pertemuan pertama, untuk jatuh cinta.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tak seperti kota besar lain di Eropa, Amsterdam bukanlah seorang pesolek. Saat kota lain sanggup menawarkan sebuah imaji dan fisik yang cantik, Amsterdam tidak istimewa secara estetika. Kanal-kanalnya, taman-taman kotanya, dan jalan-jalan kecilnya, walau cantik tidaklah luar biasa. Yang mempesona darinya hanya satu bagi saya, dan itu sungguh sederhana: eksistensinya sebagai tempat persinggahan hidup. Hanya itu. Langitnya; atap yang naungi runtutan kejadian tergores jadi cerita . Buminya; jadi tempat pertemuan jalan hidup saya dengan jalan hidup sejuta penghuninya. Dari mereka ada dia, dia, dia, dia dan masih banyak lagi. Guru-guru saya. Ada beberapa gelintir yang kepribadiannya memancar seperti mutiara. Sungguh teman-teman terbaik yang saya kenal dalam hidup ini, yang tulus ikhlas menawarkan saya sebentuk persahabatan tanpa pamrih. Tak segan dekati saya disaat saya terpuruk, tidak hanya ada saat tawa dan ceria! Menawarkan pelukan, menyeka tangis dan menyadarkan saya semuanya akan baik-baik saja. Ada juga mereka yang merugi, tak pernah mengecap arti persahabatan sejati, demi harga diri. Membuat saya tertawa miris, dan mengajarkan saya apa saja yang tak layak ditiru. Dari pertemuan saya dengan mereka di Amsterdam, saya belajar bagaimana menjadi orang yang lebih baik, lebih dewasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seperti itu pulalah, cara Amsterdam mendewasakan saya. Ia jadi tempat saya tenggelam dalam obrolan hangat memaknai hidup. Ia jadi titik beku yang setia menyambut tawa saya dengan suasananya. Ia dengan sabar, dalam diamnya, menenangkan tangis saya. Menawarkan pengalaman hidup dan membuat saya belajar darinya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hari ini, penghujung Juli 2010. Sebentar lagi saya mulai putaran roda kedelapan dengannya. Amsterdam, tempat saya selalu ingin pulang, menghambur ke pelukannya. Ia bagai sahabat yang hanya punya raga, namun ada hidup dan kehidupan di atasnya yang jadi denyut jiwa. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tak butuh bercakap, tak butuh menguntai aksara.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Tak perlu dua kepribadian berbeda yang bersenyawa. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sebab dia, Amsterdam, menawarkan persahabatan dengan cara sederhana. Selepas hari, nadi-nadi ruas jalannya sambut hangat tubuh saya yang kecil letih. Anginnya lambungkan penat saya tinggi-tinggi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Dalam diamnya ia ajari saya cara mengeja, memaknai kehidupan, persahabatan, kerja keras dan percaya diri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amsterdam. Tempat semua berawal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;July 2010 - sitting here, in one of three places I call home.  Saat cinta meluap tanpa romantismegombalisme, hanya butuh diungkapkan lewat pena – tapi lima ratus empat belas kata sesudahnya tetap urung hamparkan artinya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*Terinspirasi dari kata-kata, “ cinta tak butuh aksara”, yang pernah aku baca dalam cerpen seorang penulis cewek. Hey &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;sunshower - &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;after all these years I have no clue whether you still write someplace somewhere, lebih memalukan lagi penaku udah tumpul abis setelah dilanda writer’s block berkepanjangan selama bertahun-tahun :( Oh if you read this: how I miss writing so much, and how I miss reading yours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;**On a lighter note: apa kabar semuwa? Mudah2an ga pada lupa sama blog ini ya. Hehe ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7833090349956451849-1616991506243801461?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1616991506243801461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=1616991506243801461' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/1616991506243801461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/1616991506243801461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2010/07/karena-cinta-terkadang-butuh-aksara.html' title='Karena cinta, (terkadang) butuh aksara*'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-316006656410577816</id><published>2010-05-07T15:33:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T17:12:21.144+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tanda-tanda"</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;Saya seorang perempuan, usia... twentysomething; berstatus menikah, dan alhamdulillah belum diridhoi Allah untuk &lt;s&gt;jadi milioner&lt;/s&gt; jadi orang tua. Dah pada tahu kali ya. Jadi, tepatnya nyaris dua tahun usia pernikahan saya dan suami, tapi anak belum juga nongol. Bisa dibayangkan macam-macam deh komentar orang soal ini. Apalagi kalau bukan soal &lt;b&gt;"tanda-tanda":&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Gimana nih kalian, apa sudah ada "tanda-tanda" belum?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;+ Iya belum nih, padahal kita selalu mencari "tanda-tanda" itu lho... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Itu baru satu contoh jawaban aja. Mengingat pertanyaan sejenis dengan berbagai versi sudah membanjiri kehidupan kami selama hampir 2 tahun terakhir ini, kami jadi cukup kreatif membuat jawaban-jawaban lain dalam berbagai versi: versi gokil, versi bijak, versi berkelit, &lt;s&gt;versi sepak bin sengit yang ngejawabnya kalo bisa sambil nglempar sepatu boot sekalian&lt;/s&gt; dan versi-versi lainnya. Tergantung mood aja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;+ Belum nih... padahal "nyangkul"nya udah ga pake cangkul lagi, tapi intensif pake traktor hahahaha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i&gt;- versi gokil-slash-cengengesan)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;+ Alhamdulillah belum diridhoi, tapi kami yakin Allah paling tahu kapan waktu yg tepat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;- versi bijak-maklum-pikiran-lagi-waras)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;+ Tanda-tanda apaa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;n om?? Tanda-tanda mau jadi kaya ya... Makanya oom modalin donk buat usaha...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;(- versi berkelit plus rada matre,hehe.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebenarnya, kami sih tidak malas ditanya seperti itu. Kami sendiri juga tidak menunda (walaupun sempat juga nunda), jadi kami santai: kalau jadi ya alhamdulillah. Enggak ya udah, usaha lagi. As simple as that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yang bikin malas itu, kalau komentar yang keluar mengandung nada pesimis, alias &lt;b&gt;nge-judge&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bahwa kami &lt;i&gt;tidak akan pernah mau &lt;/i&gt;atau &lt;i&gt;tidak bisa&lt;/i&gt; punya anak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;"Aduuh, kalian itu. Awas kalo kelamaan KB nanti nggak dapat beneran lho!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Kalian kalo kelamaan nggak ada anak, kebiasaan berdua terus, jadi tambah males punya anak."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duh, duh. Kami selama menunda kemarin, enggak sama sekali memakai KB internal atau apapun yang membahayakan rahim. Alami saja, pake metode yang wajar dan tidak mengganggu kerja hormon. Sebelum menikah kami sudah mempertimbangkan itu semua. Mendiskusikan apakah akan menunda, berapa lama akan menunda, serta kontrasepsi apa yang akan dipakai (KB atau tidak), bagaimana. Kami juga bukan pasangan yang males punya anak. Kami mau, banget. Sangadth. Tuh, tak kasih pake ejaan  yg g403l sekalian biar tambah mantep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya sud lah. Capek ndengerin orang. Paling pas saya komentar gini aja deh:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mau ikut ribut? Kalau nanti ente juga mau ikut menanggung lelahnya hamil dan melahirkan, ikut begadang buat ngasih susu, ikut mbayar premi asuransi pendidikan anak, ya silakan ikut ribut. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eh, apa? Enggak mau? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...yo wis lah, yuk bye-bye aja ya ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/7833090349956451849-316006656410577816?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/316006656410577816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=316006656410577816' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/316006656410577816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/316006656410577816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2010/05/tanda-tanda.html' title='&quot;Tanda-tanda&quot;'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-5624557292317282786</id><published>2010-05-04T16:26:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:10:14.977+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Dose of Inspiration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terkadang &lt;i&gt;nature&lt;/i&gt; manusia dalam menstimulasi otaknya agar berkreasi itu memang aneh. Yang paling umum misalnya bisa dilihat dari gaya bekerja orang-orang di bidang kreatif: no 9-5 working hour. Atau seperti mengutip salah satu dosen saya oom &lt;a href="http://www.hybridvisuals.nl/"&gt;Joris de Jong&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;i&gt;"a lot of things in my life happens at 3 in the morning"&lt;/i&gt; hehe. In my case, sekali start mengerjakan satu desain bisa semalam suntuk, alias ga bisa distop. Kalo distop malah idenya mandek. Alaaah, kok malah jadi curcol yaks??! Hehe. OK, cukup. Yang mau saya bahas di postingan ini bukan curcol saya soal begadang, don't worry :D Saya mau membahas &lt;i&gt;nature&lt;/i&gt; yang lain: yaitu untuk bisa aktif berkreasi kita harus jadi orang yang&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;senang melirik kerjaan orang lain&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maksudnya &lt;i&gt;melirik&lt;/i&gt; disini ya bukan melirik ala anak sekolahan kalau ulangan yah, alias melirik diam-diam lalu meniru plek. Hehe. Melirik maksudnya: melihat karya-karya orang lain, menyelidiki proses dibalik pembuatan karya itu, lalu meniru proses tersebut - tentunya dengan menambahkan sendiri hal-hal yang sesuai dengan style kita sendiri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semakin banyak karya orang lain yang kita lihat, semakin sering kita terinspirasi. And fresh inspiration, are like food for creativity. A &lt;b&gt;must&lt;/b&gt;! Otherwise, eksplorasi yang kita lakukan bakal mandeg disitu-situ aja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, bisa jadi bukan kebetulan, misalnya, kalau video klip A mirip dengan video klip B yang sudah muncul beberapa tahun sebelumnya. Atau gaya menulis si X mirip dengan penulis tenar si Y. Kemungkinan besar ya si X ini sering membaca buku-buku si Y dan akibatnya gaya menulisnya jadi terpengaruh banyak. Contoh lain yang lagi banyak dibicarakan: banyak cewek Indonesia yang bikin fashion blogs setelah &lt;i&gt;Diana Rikasari&lt;/i&gt; tenar. Menurut saya? Hal-hal seperti itu ya sah-sah saja, selama yang ditiru hanya sekedar jadi influence bagi si peniru. Yang tidak benar adalah orang-orang yang sekedar niru dan tidak melakukan usaha lebih lanjut untuk membuat apa yang mereka bikin beda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S-BD_1wPFnI/AAAAAAAAAWY/gRb1XJipi-E/s320/anat.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467444711667996274" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S-BD7_qaD0I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Mg5QJW7TSDw/s320/Catch+Me+If+You+Can.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467444645608427330" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, talking digital art. &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kinetic_typography"&gt;Kinetic typography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, misalnya. Style ini dipopulerkan motion graphic artist Saul Bass pertama kali di tahun 1950-60-an, lewat opening credit yang dia desain untuk banyak film. Salah satunya opening sequence untuk film &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nLtRcd-BXQ8"&gt;Anatomy of a Murder.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saul_Bass"&gt;Saul Bass&lt;/a&gt; lantas menginspirasi motiongrapher lain untuk menggunakan kinetic typography. Hasilnya, ya sekarang ini banyak yang menggunakan gaya yang sama. Ada yang ingat opening title untuk film &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uiarwuU_zb0"&gt;Catch Me If You Can&lt;/a&gt;? Salah satu influence &lt;a href="http://www.addadog.com/"&gt;Olivier Kuntzel &amp;amp; Florence Deygas&lt;/a&gt;, motion designernya, ya Saul Bass itu tadi. Tapi lihat dan bandingkan keduanya - kita bisa temukan gaya yang sama, tapi tetap dengan feel yang berbeda. Artinya walaupun terpengaruh dengan Saul Bass, Kuntzel &amp;amp; Deygas bisa menampilkan ciri khas mereka sendiri. Dan berhasilkah mereka? Pastinya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, people. Get your dose of inspiration today and be influenced. But remember: find your own style :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pics: from &lt;i&gt;brandnewwoo.blogspot.com&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;electronicbookreview.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**P.S. buat yang kebetulan nyambung di bidang yg sama dg saya, here are some of my daily dose of inspiration - hope these would help getting you inspired :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Design Sponge (my fave, lebih ke design in general - selain graphic dan fotografi ada interior design sampai resep!) : &lt;a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/"&gt;http://www.designspongeonline.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Design Snack:&lt;a href="http://designsnack.com/"&gt; http://designsnack.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Creative Review: &lt;a href="http://www.creativereview.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.creativereview.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I love design: &lt;a href="http://www.ilovedesign.com/nl/"&gt;http://www.ilovedesign.com/nl/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7833090349956451849-5624557292317282786?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5624557292317282786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=5624557292317282786' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/5624557292317282786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/5624557292317282786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2010/05/daily-dose-of-inspiration.html' title='Daily Dose of Inspiration.'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S-BD_1wPFnI/AAAAAAAAAWY/gRb1XJipi-E/s72-c/anat.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-2834275848104189311</id><published>2010-05-03T16:31:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:51:57.986+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SKY is the limit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beberapa minggu yang lalu saya berdecak kagum membaca kabar dari seorang sahabat. Dia cerita mau ikut kelas bahasa di Istanbul, Turki tapi penerbangannya di-cancel karena &lt;a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/travel/news/article7100541.ece"&gt;larangan terbang akibat abu gunung berapi di langit Eropa&lt;/a&gt;. Sehingga dia dihadapkan pada dua pilihan: menunggu dengan sabar sampai larangan terbang dicabut, atau berangkat lewat jalur darat - which means: harus menempuh jarak Amsterdam-Istanbul dengan berpindah-pindah dari kereta ke kereta (dan sesekali bus), mengingat tidak ada jalur kereta yang langsung melayani rute Amsterdam-Istanbul (rada ga mungkin lagian, terlalu panjang untuk satu jalur kereta!) Dengan ajaibnya, sahabat saya yang memang petualang sejati ini memilih opsi nomor dua!! Dengan rute: naik kereta sampai Jerman, oper kereta lain sampai Austria, lalu dengan bus menuju Sarajevo (Bosnia) dan singgah disana beberapa hari. Selanjutnya dia belum tahu meneruskan ke Istanbul dengan kendaraan apa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lihat nanti sajalah&lt;/i&gt;, katanya, &lt;i&gt;apa aja bisa asal jalurnya lewat Bulgaria! &lt;/i&gt;Berhubung dia ingin singgah di Bulgaria beberapa hari juga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuma satu kata yang keluar dari mulut saya: &lt;b&gt;WOW&lt;/b&gt;. Berani sekali. Apalagi dia cewek, sendirian pulak! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan baru dua hari yang lalu saya mendengar kabar dari dia lagi. Katanya dia sudah sampai di Istanbul dengan selamat. &lt;i&gt;It took me more than a week to get there&lt;/i&gt;, tulisnya di email. Ck ck ck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memang, merencanakan petualangan seperti ini harus dengan perencanaan matang. Sama halnya dengan merencanakan kehidupan. Baiknya jangan pernah kita melakukan sesuatu tanpa perencanaan, bahkan untuk hal yang kedengaran "gila" seperti rencana travelling sahabat saya tadi. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Even in the craziest of act you gotta plan it thoroughly, otherwise you'll end up dead,"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; begitu kutipan yang saya dengar waktu menonton acara &lt;a href="http://adventure.nationalgeographic.com/2008/08/everyday-survival/survivors-text"&gt;Ultimate Survivors di National Geographic.&lt;/a&gt; Artinya gampangnya begini: ada batasan tipis antara orang yang "nekad" dan orang yang "pemberani". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah, sayangnya, lebih banyak orang yang jadinya urung memberanikan diri hanya karena takut jadi nekad. Mengungkung nyalinya kuat-kuat atas nama perencanaan, yang akhirnya tidak membuat dia menjalani hidup dengan lebih "hidup". Well, &lt;b&gt;kadang hidup memang butuh perencanaan dan kalkulasi, seperti membangun sebuah perahu - kita harus memperkirakan dan merancangnya dengan baik supaya kuat. Tapi setelah perahu itu jadi, dan kita harus memilih kemana kita akan berlayar, disitulah permasalahan yang sebenarnya.&lt;/b&gt; Apa kita akan memilih berlayar ke tujuan yang jauh dan indah tapi harus melewati jalur laut yang menantang dan berombak besar, atau berlayar lewat jalur yang "aman-aman saja" dengan tujuan yang... yah.. does not have any exciting things to offer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orang memang punya pilihan dan cara masing-masing untuk menjalani hidupnya sendiri-sendiri. Ada yang memang suka berdiri di zona aman saja dan merasa cukup didalamnya, bahkan memikirkan untuk keluar sekalipun dia tidak berani. Ada juga yang menyukai tantangan, dan tiap kali dia merasa sudah menemukan zona aman dia akan keluar dan mencoba mencari tantangan baru. Kalau saya sih, personally, saya pikir lebih baik jika kita mencoba membuat hidup kita lebih "hidup". Sudah waktunya kita tidak lagi terlalu "pengecut" dalam hidup. Terlalu pengecut untuk memulai hal-hal baru, hanya karena mindset kita yang dibentuk dan dikungkung oleh lingkungan mengatakan "hal itu tidak mungkin" atau "hal itu terlalu gila". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kakek saya pernah bilang, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"mulailah dari mana saja, engkau akan berakhir dimana saja. Cobalah lakukan apa saja, berusahalah dari segala arah. Tidak ada yang bisa membatasi kemana kamu melangkah dalam hidupmu - SKY is the limit."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S97hZqyAu9I/AAAAAAAAAV8/sIXnL-z7_LY/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467054828771392466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Yap, sky is the limit - dan hanya Tuhan yang tahu batasan langkah kita. Merencanakan kemana kita berjalan memang penting, tapi pasti ada saatnya kita ditakdirkanNya untuk tersesat dan ditantang untuk berani tersesat. Tapi bisa jadi, dengan tersesat kita menemukan arah baru ke tujuan baru yang lebih baik dari tujuan kita semula. Yang penting, kita sudah menunjukkan bahwa kita berani. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Berani melangkah...,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dan berani untuk tidak membatasi langkah kita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SKY is the limit :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*pic from &lt;a href="http://emiliewood.com/"&gt;emilliewood.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7833090349956451849-2834275848104189311?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2834275848104189311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=2834275848104189311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/2834275848104189311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/2834275848104189311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2010/05/sky-is-limit.html' title='SKY is the limit.'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S97hZqyAu9I/AAAAAAAAAV8/sIXnL-z7_LY/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-6885178214015878367</id><published>2010-03-18T12:33:00.024+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T14:14:20.578+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Days of 1999</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S6IcLGMU7-I/AAAAAAAAAV0/K405S1YOm8Y/s1600-h/Kylie-Minogue.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ya, saya anak 90-an! Waiyaaah... ketauan deh tuanya :P Every now and then saya selalu dan selalu kangen segala yang berasal dari tahun 90-an. Terutama musik! Walaupun saya anak tertua di rumah - which means dulu nggak ada kakak yang bisa dipinjemin kaset-kaset lagu populer - tapi sejak SD kelas 4 saya udah mulai ngeh dengan musik top 40's. Blessed me, sahabat-sahabat saya sewaktu SD semuanya anak bungsu yang punya kakak-kakak remaja :D Jadilah walaupun orang tua saya nyetelnya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Carpenters"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Carpenters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; di rumah (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;masih untung bukan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rEvZF4DqYp0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Denpasar Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;), saya tetep update dwoonk dengan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;New Kids on The Block, Janet Jackson, Dewa 19, Iwa K, Denada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;yes, there was a time when Denada did not sing dangdut and actually made really good music...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;), Mariah Carey, dan lain-lain :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Semalem waktu ngerjain tugas, saya mendadak dangdut inget gaya saya ngerjain pe-er jaman klas 3 SMP - 2 SMA. Sambil ngerjain tugas Fisika, Ekonomi or Geografi (kadang begadang-style), ditemani musik dari siaran MTV yang didapet dari sambungan parabola di rumah. Saya inget banget acara2 MTV jaman segitu: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Asia Hitlist, Alternative Nation, Party Zone, MTV Fresh, Most Wanted, MTV Island, Triple Play&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.... hihihi. Jadilah saya bikin playlist di Youtube dengan lagu-lagu yang sering diputer MTV dulu, untuk menghadirkan suasana begadang yang sama seperti jaman SMA saya. *Halah!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;Mumpung (hampir) weekend, buat ide browsing-browsing (kali, hahaha...) I'm gonna share some of my favorite 90's-00's MTV chart-toppers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. Jewel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S6IZKUJE54I/AAAAAAAAAU8/rkMB88xIhk4/s200/jewel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449946164067886978" /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mbak satu ini udah jadi favorit saya dari SMP. Cantik, tapi punya style sendiri. Walaupun saya ga pernah punya kasetnya dulu, saya selalu semangat mengikuti video-video terbarunya di MTV (dan minjem kaset temen op course :p) ... sampai akhirnya dia muncul dengan lagu Intuition yg videoklipnya a la Britney Spears :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. Jamiroquai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S6IYR9KOtiI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ZwR-rBgKbms/s200/jamiroquai~_dynamite~_101b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449945195826034210" /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Op kors, apalah arti Nez masa SMP-SMA tanpa Jamiroquai hehe. One of the best acid-jazz and funk tunes of all time, period. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3.&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madison_Avenue_(band)"&gt; Madison Avenue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S6IYirnQuMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/kLDX6CUn46I/s200/Madson+Avenue+The+Polyester+Embassy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449945483173738690" /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ga pernah denger? Emang ga terkenal2 amat, saya dulu tahunya gara-gara acara &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Party_Zone"&gt;MTV Party Zone&lt;/a&gt;. Duo cewek-cowok, genrenya dance/pop, munculnya tahun 2000 waktu "club culture" lagi ngeboom. Saya inget banget punya album mereka The Polyester Embassy" yang carinya susyaaaah banget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. Janet Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S6IY70EVgqI/AAAAAAAAAU0/V2vGsvFUaEc/s200/Janet+Jackson+-+Someone+To+Call+My+Lover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449945914939900578" /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My firm favourite since primary school days.... dan tetap jadi favorit waktu SMA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Sebenarnya saya lebih senang lirik-lirik lagu Janet jaman 90-an yang thoughtful dan ga melulu soal cinta, seperti di album dia yang The Velvet Rope (1998) atau Rhythm Nation (1993). Nonetheless, sampai tahun 2004 gitu saya masih setia ngikutin album-albumnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5. TLC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S6IZ-4BsGZI/AAAAAAAAAVE/-6TKCFRED1o/s200/tlc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449947067053775250" /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;TLC! Saya mulai ngikutin mereka baru dari album &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/FanMail"&gt;Fanmail&lt;/a&gt; (yg ada single No Scrubs-nya tu loh). Tapi gara2 mereka jadi Artist of The Month-nya MTV saya jadi tahu lagu-lagu lama mereka yg lebih keren2.... which leads me to buy their &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CrazySexyCool"&gt;CrazySexyCool&lt;/a&gt; album (1996) di tahun 1999. Hahahah... telaat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://wikibin.org/articles/solveig-sandnes.html"&gt;Solveig Sandnes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S6IaUxWbjhI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Qa6jTzBLVP8/s200/solveig_analog_opslag_R0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449947443218845202" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Danish singer. One-time famer, one-hit wonder :D Satu-satunya lagu mbak ini yang dapet airplay lumayan di MTV itu yang judulnya Marie. Genre mbak ini mirip-mirip The Cardigans jaman 90-an, catchy melodic pop khas musik Skandinavia. Nyari albumnya, Analog, cuma ketemu di toko kaset Aquarius di Surabaya, hihi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jennifer_Paige"&gt;Jennifer Paige&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S6IaqMmnFTI/AAAAAAAAAVU/tmrbA-DXm-A/s1600-h/album-jennifer-paige.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S6IaqMmnFTI/AAAAAAAAAVU/tmrbA-DXm-A/s200/album-jennifer-paige.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449947811311719730" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 199px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Another one-hit wonder. Sebenernya ga separah mbak Solveig, dia ngluarin album lagi setelah album pertamanya yg ngehit tapi vidio-vidionya jarang banget muncul di MTV. Aku dulu sukaa banget wardrobe dia di vidio2nya. Sandal tebel, cardigan lucu, capri pants, kemeja warna silver.. oh, so late 90's :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8. Sixpence None The Richer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S6Ia-O-xPrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/b3p39Q1NPFg/s200/25871.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449948155547303602" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 175px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sebenernya bukan band favoritku amat, tapi lagunya "Kiss Me" udah berjasa memberi aku banyak kenangan lucu dan manis semasa esema :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lene_Marlin"&gt;Lene Marlin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S6IbYjkq6zI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Fj9rUcTLxzg/s200/lene_marlin-sitting_down_here_1_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449948607751580466" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;One-hit wonder juga. Sama kayak mbak Solveig, mbak satu ini juga orang Skandinavia. Norwegian klo ga salah. Aku heran kenapa dia ga seterkenal rekan senegaranya si &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M2M_(band)"&gt;M2M&lt;/a&gt; yah? Padahal menurutku, lagu-lagunya lebih bagus dan lirik-liriknya lebih thoughtful, gak &lt;i&gt;menye-menye&lt;/i&gt; gitu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S6IbkwlGPtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/y9LFqagVzPc/s200/0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449948817401462482" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://www.discogs.com/Toutes-Les-Filles-Thats-What-Love-Can-Do/release/131461"&gt;Toutes Les Filles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Gak pernah tahu lagu mereka selain yang judulnya That's What Love Can Do, dan gak pernah denger tentang mereka lagi setelah lagu itu keluar. Gayanya mirip B-Witched gitu deh. Aku suka lagunya, ceria, SMA banget lah :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;11. Kylie Minogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S6IcLGMU7-I/AAAAAAAAAV0/K405S1YOm8Y/s200/Kylie-Minogue.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449949476038176738" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hahaha... what's 90's without Kylie? Apalagi di tahun 2000 waktu musik dance/pop lagi ngetrend2nya. Saya ga ngefans segitunya sama Kylie, tapi lagunya yang Spinning Around bener-bener "infectious" jaman thn 2000 gitu, plus koreografi lagunya yg pake gaya nepok pantat segala. khekhekhekhe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'm spinning around, move out of my way.... I know you're feelin' me 'cuz you like it like this..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;Et voila, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9dC4fUjdiv0&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=DB6F76AA602168A2&amp;amp;index=0&amp;amp;playnext=1"&gt;here's my playlist with 11 tracks in it&lt;/a&gt; - I handpicked one of my favorite songs from each singers :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Enjoy your almost-weekend, blogviewers :)&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/7833090349956451849-6885178214015878367?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6885178214015878367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=6885178214015878367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/6885178214015878367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/6885178214015878367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2010/03/90s-at-heart.html' title='The Days of 1999'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S6IZKUJE54I/AAAAAAAAAU8/rkMB88xIhk4/s72-c/jewel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-7363032899635443973</id><published>2010-03-16T18:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T09:28:45.591+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter to My Unborn Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anakku sayang&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Apa kabar nak di "alam sebelum dunia" sana? Lagi ngapain? Ibu &amp;amp; bapak di dunia ini baik-baik aja sayang. Lagi menikmati daun-daun dan bunga yang mulai menguncup, bebek-bebek yang mulai muncul lagi untuk berenang di sungai-sungai di Amsterdam - rumah bapak dan ibu sekarang. Nak, kalau sudah mulai masuk musim semi begini, ibu jadi selalu ingat. Bahwa musim semi 2010 ini berarti musim semi keempat yang dilalui ibu-bapak berdua :). Dihitung-hitung, sudah genap delapan tahun ibu mengenal bapakmu. Lima tahun sebagai teman, tiga tahun bersama, dua tahun diantaranya sebagai suami-istri. Bukan waktu yang pendek memang, dan ibu sudah lebih dari yakin bahwa bapakmu insyaAllah bisa jadi bapak yang baik. Terus apalagi yang ibu tunggu ya? Apa dibenak ibu gak pernah terbersit rasa gak sabar untuk merasakan kehadiran kamu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sebenarnya, kalau ibu mau jawab jujur ya...  ibu ini rasanya udah pengen menimang-nimang dan membesarkan kamu. Tapi mau gimana lagi, "perintah dari Atasan" belum turun nak. Artinya, menurut Allah masih ada yang harus dipersiapkan demi menyambut kedatangan kamu. Ibu dan bapak masih diberi waktu untuk berbenah diri sambil menanti kamu datang. Tapi entah kenapa masa persiapan dan penantian yang ibu jalani sekarang, makin lama makin terasa panjang... . Sampai pernah ibu diam-diam bertanya, kapan sih "persiapan" ini akan berakhir? Akankah Allah menakdirkan ibu sampai di titik dimana ibu "siap" untuk menyambut kelahiran kamu? Siap terikat "kontrak kerja" untuk mengasuh kamu, kontrak yang berlaku untuk waktu tak terbatas, tanpa gaji, tanpa cuti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nak sayang, kemarin baru aja ibu dengar nasehat yang sungguh menyentuh hati ibu. Dari salah satu sahabat Rasulullah Muhammad SAW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;yang namanya Khalifah Umar bin Khattab:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Sesungguhnya ada tiga hak anak atas orangtuanya. Yaitu dibesarkan seorang ibu yang shalihah, diberikan nama yang baik atasnya, dan diajarkan padanya tentang Kitab (Al-Qur'an)." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-- Umar bin Khattab r.a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nasihat beliau ini sungguh mengetuk hati ibu. Betapa utamanya ya nak, peran ibu nanti, sampai-sampai khalifah Umar menyebutkan "ibu" bukan "bapak" dalam nasihatnya. Bahkan dalam satu hadits Rasulullah disiratkan bahwa pentingnya mencintai ibu dibanding ayah adalah tiga dibanding satu. Duh nak, kalau saja kamu tahu. Buku demi buku sudah ibu baca. Nasehat demi nasehat sudah ibu hayati. Ironisnya, justru semakin banyak yang ibu ketahui, semakin ibu sadar akan pentingnya peran ibu kelak, banyak pertanyaan yang muncul di hati ibu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Siapkah ibu? Sudahkah ibu jadi (calon) ibu yang shalihah? Mampukah ibu melawan rasa malas nanti? Malas belajar dan berusaha jadi ibu yang baik dan makin baik tiap harinya? Ibu bisa masak nak, bisa bersih-bersih rumah, tapi apakah itu semua akan menjamin bahwa ibu akan jadi ibu yang baik?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Duh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rasanya nak, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mau baca seratus literatur tentang parenting juga enggak akan pernah cukup untuk menjadikan ibu seorang (calon) ibu yang sempurna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Ibu takut gak bisa jadi ibu yang sempurna buat kamu nak, tapi pada akhirnya ibu menyadari.... gak mungkin ada manusia yang sempurna. Bahkan seorang Ibu yang begitu mulia kedudukannya, pada akhirnya hanyalah manusia yang tidak mungkin lepas dari cela. Makin lama ibu makin menyadari, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;seperti halnya hidup ini secara keseluruhan, menjadi orangtua pun sebuah proses belajar tanpa henti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Proses belajar yang dimulai dari kanak-kanak - dimana perilaku orangtua yang membesarkan kita pun secara nggak sadar kita pelajari dan kita camkan di hati - yang berlanjut dan tak akan pernah berhenti bahkan jika suatu hari nanti kamu meninggal mendahului ibu. Ya, proses belajar yang hanya akan usai saat hidup ibu berakhir nanti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 14px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pada akhirnya nak, ibu hanya bisa pasrah. Berdoa supaya kamu datang di saat yang tepat, saat yang terindah. Saat dimana berapa banyak harta atau ilmu parenting yang ibu punya tidaklah penting lagi... yang penting adalah disaat itu Allah sudah menakdirkan kita untuk bertemu nak. Dimanapun dan bagaimanapun caranya. InsyaAllah, tidak pernah ibu ingkari sedetikpun bahwa rencana Yang Membuat Hidup adalah yang paling indah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sekarang tinggal satu yang harus mulai ibu pelajari: ilmu ikhlas. Ikhlas untuk menerima semua garisan takdir dan skenario tentang pertemuan kita nanti - lama maupun sebentar, susah maupun mudah, dan dalam keadaan sedih maupun senang. Semoga ibu bisa ikhlas. Semoga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica; min-height: 17.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 333px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S5-98axR9II/AAAAAAAAAUU/L727LsXvSrk/s400/parent.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449282919817409666" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica; min-height: 17.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In spite of the six thousand manuals on child raising in the bookstores, child raising is still a dark continent and no one really knows anything. What you really need are a lot of love, luck, and of course: courage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-- Bill Cosby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-7363032899635443973?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7363032899635443973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=7363032899635443973' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/7363032899635443973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/7363032899635443973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2010/03/letter-to-my-unborn-child.html' title='A Letter to My Unborn Child'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S5-98axR9II/AAAAAAAAAUU/L727LsXvSrk/s72-c/parent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-1150693071165008681</id><published>2010-03-10T09:58:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:38:32.367+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lho????</title><content type='html'>Lho? Kok blogku jadi rame yah.. hahahahahahahah *ngakak*&lt;div&gt;Sapa ini yg ngepost link ke blogku di kaskus? Ngaku!! (Padahal aku ngga kaskusan loh :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, buat temen2 baru, makasih ya dah mampir :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oya, beberapa klarifikasi:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Saya dapet foto2 itu dari fuckyeahalays.tumblr.com. Jadi saya ga tau sapa orang yg aslinya punya foto itu, tapi at least saya udah "permisi" ke fuckyeahalays dengan ngasih link balik. Kalo ternyata ada yg punya foto mampir disini, mohon kasih tau aja, &amp;amp; saya minta maaf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Berhubung ini bukan blog yang biasa dikunjungi banyak orang, aliyas biasanya pengunjungnya cuma segelintir itupun orang2 yg saya kenal di dunia nyata juga, jadi saya nggak biasa "menyensor" informasi. Makasih udah diingatkan, segera diedit deh habis gini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I have nothing against abege atau remaja2 yang manis. Yah, dulu waktu abege saya juga labil (duh, sapa sih yg nggak labil pas masih remaja). Posting saya sifatnya untuk fun aja, kalo ada nasehat yg baik ya diambil, kalo ada yg nyelekit ya ga usah dianggap serius :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Mohon maap sebesar2nya, untuk request ke twitter saya terpaksa ga bisa saya accept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7833090349956451849-1150693071165008681?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1150693071165008681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=1150693071165008681' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/1150693071165008681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/1150693071165008681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2010/03/lho.html' title='Lho????'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-6183834311072653147</id><published>2010-03-08T14:13:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T13:11:54.395+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adek-adek ABeGe yang manis,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[Prewords: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(66, 66, 66); line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Verdana, sans;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have nothing against abege atau remaja2 yang manis. Yah, dulu waktu abege saya juga labil (duh, sapa sih yg nggak labil pas masih remaja). Posting saya sifatnya untuk fun aja, kalau emang ada nasehat yg baik ya diambil, kalo ada yg nyelekit ya ga usah dianggap serius :) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Pertama-tama mbak mau ngasih tau tujuan dibikinnya Facebook. Facebook itu tujuannya biar bisa ketemu teman-teman lama, bekas pacar, bekas temen, paklik, bude, eyang, sepupu, sodara, tetangganya sodara, tetangganya bude de el el. Nah sekarang gimana caranya orang-orang itu bisa nemu account Facebooknya adek-adek kalau adek-adek pake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;namaaccountyangsepanjangpanjangularnagaudahgitususahbangetdibacanya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; semacam:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 13px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S5dlGbj-YaI/AAAAAAAAATs/b6cVB_tW8dM/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446933435480170914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Terus ya adek-adek, kalau bikin nama di Facebook juga jangan menyiratkan ajakan atau undangan untuk "dicintai lalu disakiti", "dipacari lalu dikhianati" atau apapun bentuknya itu deh. Kalau gini caranya trus kejadian bener gimana, adek-adek mau ngga? Nggak kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S5dlPYWhDOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/PpwYYl33GLg/s400/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446933589237239010" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Adek adek tau artinya "ABOUT ME". Iyaps betul, "TENTANG AKU" ya kan? So, "ABOUT ME" itu maksudnya supaya adek2 bisa nulis ttg siapa diri adek-adek. Dimana mana nih ya,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; apalagi kalau nanti adek2 cari kerja, kalau ada orang suruh adek2 mendeskripsikan siapa diri adek2, ya tulis yang bagus-bagus donk. Bukannya buat nulis apapun yg bikin orang jadi mikirnya adek2 ini anak remaja yang gatelan dan butuh pacaran:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S5dlZr_b1KI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Jd4EqFXmiHE/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446933766307828898" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apalagi kalau adek-adek "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;MCih memakai bju PuTih--aBu-aBu"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;, jangan ya dek... dunia masih panjang dek....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Terus ya dek, "SIBLINGS" itu artinya "SAUDARA KANDUNG" ya dek. Aliyas saudara sedarah, sebapak ibu. kalau adek2 ga percaya silakan ke Gramedia liat sendiri di kamus Inggris-Indonesia. Jadi apa tadi artinya SIBLINGS, adek2? Yak betul, SAUDARA KANDUNG ya. Jadi bukan "ORANG SEKAMPUNG". So, teman kalian yang masukin segala macem nama orang dibawah ini jangan ditiru yah:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S5dlm2P8xvI/AAAAAAAAAUE/fSEM0-2w-eE/s400/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446933992399750898" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Adek adek kalau mau menyalurkan kreatifitas lewat ngedit-ngedit foto, ada loh dek program bagus namanya Adobe Photoshop. Emang benernya bayar, tapi adek-adek kalau mau rajin dikit bisa cari crack-nya di internet atau instal trialnya aja deh, biar cuma 30 hari kan lumayan. Atau ada loh dek program edit foto mirip Photoshop tapi open source a.k.a. GRATIS; ini nih: &lt;a href="http://www.gimp.org/"&gt;http://www.gimp.org/&lt;/a&gt;. Lumayan loh hasilnya, daripada jadinya seperti ini:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S5dl6zdu7TI/AAAAAAAAAUM/W1HmU8IQ1YE/s400/Picture+6.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446934335249640754" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Last but not least, &lt;b&gt;nama itu pemberian orang tua lho&lt;/b&gt;. Nama juga adalah doa, dan mengandung harapan dari orang tua untuk adek-adek. &lt;b&gt;Adek-adek harus bersyukur sama nama yg dimiliki adek dari lahir, jangan diganti-ganti apalagi ditambahi nama pacar&lt;/b&gt;. Masa adek2 mau menyakiti hati orangtua.... nggak kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okelah, cuma segitu aja wejangan dari mbak. Adek-adek jangan melupakan wejangan ini, kalo bisa dibaca berulang-ulang dimalam hari sebelum tidur. Tentunya jangan lupa sebelum bobo mik cucu, cuci kaki cuci tangan dan cium tangan bapak ibu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.muubh y klow mbaQ dacH sLh2 oMonG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kiss kiss,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mbak Nez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;pics: from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://fuckyeahalays.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;fuckyeahalays.tumblr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; and some examples I found in FB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;little update: baru nemu ada yg re-post tulisan saya dg judul "&lt;a href="http://ntunk.wordpress.com/2010/03/10/stop-alay-di-facebookmust-read/"&gt;Stop Alay di Facebook&lt;/a&gt;". Waduh, sekali lagi saya bukan anti Abege/ alay/ sejenisnya..., saya nggak berpendapat mereka harus "distop" dari facebook or apalah. yang penting supaya apa yg mereka tampilkan di fb gak menjerumuskan diri mereka sendiri ke hal-hal yg buruk. begono lho :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-6183834311072653147?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6183834311072653147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=6183834311072653147' title='88 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/6183834311072653147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/6183834311072653147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2010/03/adek-adek-abege-yang-manis.html' title='Adek-adek ABeGe yang manis,'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S5dlGbj-YaI/AAAAAAAAATs/b6cVB_tW8dM/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>88</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-6884740013471536558</id><published>2010-03-05T15:22:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T16:36:44.972+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mafioso Vervoer Bedrijf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S5EdamKVUsI/AAAAAAAAASc/wWW0UYlpqJU/s1600-h/ov_chipkaart_tegoed240408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S5EdamKVUsI/AAAAAAAAASc/wWW0UYlpqJU/s200/ov_chipkaart_tegoed240408.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445165767225332418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jadi, ceritanya tadi siang saya kehilangan &lt;a href="http://www.ov-chipkaart.nl/?taal=en"&gt;ov-chipkaart&lt;/a&gt;* ditengah jalan. Sebagai pengguna kendaraan umum di Amsterdam yang jujur dan tulus hati serta berprasangka baik terhadap &lt;a href="http://www.gvb.nl/english/Pages/default.aspx"&gt;GVB&lt;/a&gt; dan OV-Chipkaartnya, yuk mareee kita telpon customer helpline** a.k.a. &lt;i&gt;klantenservice &lt;/i&gt;buat memblokir tuh chipkaart. Daripada ditemu orang yg ga bertanggung jawab dan saldonya (yang pas ilang masih ada sekitar 7-8 €) habis dipake si penemu. Hasilnya percakapan berikut ini:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Klanten Service (KS)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Dag &lt;/i&gt;(selamat siang), dengan blablabla &lt;i&gt;*intine basa basi CS yg panjang dan ga penting*&lt;/i&gt; ada yang bisa dibantu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;: Ya siang, saya mau lapor kehilangan chipkaart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;KS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;: Ugh, &lt;i&gt;vervelend&lt;/i&gt; (nyebelin) banget, kejadiannya gimana?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;: Ya saya lagi di jalan, saya taruh kantong, kayaknya jatuh di tengah jalan. Udah saya cari2 dimana2 ga ketemu lagi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;KS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;: Ok &lt;i&gt;*lalu nanya2 data pribadi semacam nama, alamat, dst*&lt;/i&gt; sebentar saya cari di system saya ya &lt;i&gt;Mevrouw&lt;/i&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;*setelah beberapa lama*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;KS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;: Maaf mevrouw, kok di system saya anda terlihat punya tiga chipkaart, ini yg mana yg hilang?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;: HEEEEH? Tiga? Gak mungkin..., kok aneh ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;KS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;: Iya satu dengan alamat di Amstelveen dan dua di alamat Amsterdam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;: Hah? Saya tinggal di Amstelveen, jadi yang dua itu gak mungkin. mungkin ada kesalahan di sistem kamu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;KS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;: Gara2 ini maaf saya ga bisa &lt;i&gt;zomaar&lt;/i&gt; (langsung aja) memblokir mevrouw...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;: What????!!!!! *sumpah kalau tuh orang ada didepanku tak kepruk pake payung* Saya GAK MAU TAU, pokoknya sistem kalian yg salah, pokoknya saya mau chipkaart saya di BLOKIR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;KS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;: Di sistem kami mevrouw punya dua &lt;i&gt;voordeeluren kaart&lt;/i&gt; (kartu korting buat kereta) dan satu chipkaart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;: Saya GAK punya &lt;i&gt;voordeeluren kaart&lt;/i&gt;!! Sebentar2.. (nginget2) Oh, saya tuh dulu pernah, sekitar dua-tiga taun lalu, apply voordeeluren kaart tapi saya ga pernah terima!! Akhirnya saya batalin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;KS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;: Oooh, ya sudah mevrouw kalau emang udah dibatalin berarti sistem kami yang salah dan gak ter-update&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Ya saya bilang juga apa?&lt;/b&gt; *sumpah ga cukup cuma dikepruk pake payung, mending tuh payung dijejelin ke mulutnya kali ya*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;*setelah beberapa lama*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;KS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;: Mevrouw, saya blokir chipkaart yang alamatnya di Amstelveen ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;: Ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;KS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;: Nanti kami daftarkan anda untuk chipkaart baru ya mevrouw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;: Ya. * dah mulai betek*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;KS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;: Saldo yang tersisa di chipkaart terakhir ada brp mevrouw?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;: Sekitar 7 atau 8 euro gitu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;KS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;: Ok, kalau saldo itu masih sama akan kami kembalikan ke rekening anda, tapi &lt;b&gt;dikurangi biaya administrasi&lt;/b&gt; sekitar&lt;b&gt; 3 euro...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;i&gt;*WHAT THE HECK?????* &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;KS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;i&gt;*masih nyerocos*&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;tapi kalau ternyata saldo anda pada saat ini kurang dari 5 euro, kami ga mengembalikan apa apa&lt;/b&gt; mevrouw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;: Loh tapi saldo terakhir saya sebelum kartu hilang kan 8 euro, kalo udah keburu dipake sama orang itu kan bukan salah saya???!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;KS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;: Maaf mevrouw, itu peraturan kami &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;: Okelah kalau misalnya udah dipake orang. Terus sisa 4 euro, bijvoorbeeld. dikurangi biaya admin kan masih ada 1 euro paling nggak, dikembaliin ga?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;KS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;: Ya ngga mevrouw, &lt;b&gt;pokoknya kalau dibawah 5 euro kami ga akan kembalikan tegoednya &lt;/b&gt;ke rekening, walaupun itu 4 euro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;: Kok gitu??????!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;KS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;: Ya pokoknya &lt;b&gt;peraturan kami kalau saldonya diatas 5 euro baru akan kami kembalikan ke rekening&lt;/b&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Sumpah ya, kalau tu orang ada di depanku udah tak suruh makan payung, tak nyonyos garpu panas....*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mbok yao ya, tahu diri. &lt;b&gt;Layanan gak ada yang bener kok ngrampas duit orang seenaknya sendiri&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trem? Duh, supir tremnya judes-judes, suka ninggal orang padahal orang dah lari-lari ngejar trem, datang ga pernah sesuai jadwal yang ditempel di halte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bis? Hampir semua supir bis Amsterdam kalo nyupir berlagak kayak lagi rally Paris-Dakar padahal dah tau banyak manula yang naik bis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...And Metro? Oh, PLEASE, don't even get me started on the metro..... udah sering down, sering telat, kalo zomer ga jalan dg alasan maintenance. And Amsterdammer, pernahkah kalian mengalami salah satu dari kejadian berikut ini: 1. naik metro pas peak hour (jam pulang/berangkat kerja) dengan keadaan umpel-umpelan kayak pindang; 2. pas peak hour metronya datang tapi cuma SATU GERBONG. Apa? Pernah ngalami dua-duanya? Yea, I thought so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear GVB, perbaiki servis dulu kenapa????!! Dasar Mafia gak tau malu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Bersumpah dalam hati begitu cuaca menghangat langsung ganti naik sepeda.*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*OV Chipkaart: kartu magnetik yang bisa diisi ulang saldo untuk bayar biaya naik kendaraan umum di Amsterdam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;**Untuk telpon helpline ga berguna dan sok tau ini saya harus bayar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;10 sen per menit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; karena pake line 0900. Selain 10 sen per menit masih juga dicharge pulsa standard karena pake hp. Fak. Mata duitan banget seh, namanya customer service bukannya sambungannya mestinya yg gratis!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;(pic from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;tomjanssen.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-6884740013471536558?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6884740013471536558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=6884740013471536558' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/6884740013471536558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/6884740013471536558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2010/03/mafioso-vervoer-bedrijf.html' title='Mafioso Vervoer Bedrijf'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S5EdamKVUsI/AAAAAAAAASc/wWW0UYlpqJU/s72-c/ov_chipkaart_tegoed240408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-8544499787475530268</id><published>2010-02-17T13:22:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T14:31:23.176+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anyang-anyangen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honeymoon cystitis'/><title type='text'>(Girls Only!) Honeymoon Cystitis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S3vsO-36I0I/AAAAAAAAAR8/aoZ3FdNW2kQ/s1600-h/stomach-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S3vsO-36I0I/AAAAAAAAAR8/aoZ3FdNW2kQ/s200/stomach-main_Full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439200717119824706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cystitis adalah bahasa medis dari "anyang-anyangen" (&lt;i&gt;bhs indonya apa ya?&lt;/i&gt;). Penyakit ini menyerang wanita pada umumnya, terutama setelah aktifitas seksual makin sering. Bagi yang belum ataupun sudah &lt;i&gt;sexually active&lt;/i&gt; tapi belum terserang penyakit ini, penting untuk mengetahui pencegahannya. Karena, perasaan discomfort yg terjadi bisa mengurangi mood untuk "haha-hihi" (which eventually could result in intimacy issue).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciri khasnya adalah rasa sakit yang menyengat di saluran kencing saat atau setelah BAK (Buang Air Kecil). Dan frequent urge untuk BAK, yang ujung2nya cuma menghasilkan drip-drip aja saat dikeluarkan. Dan itu sakit! Di kasus-kasus yg lebih parah, darah keluar bersamaan dengan urine drips. (Ngilu kan kalo kebayang...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah lalu kenapa dikasih embel-embel "honeymoon"? Karena jalan masuknya bakteri tsb ke ureter kita tentu saja terbuka lebar lewat sexual intercourse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S3vsaYTpqTI/AAAAAAAAASM/Pe23G4A-FIM/s320/1122.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439200912925632818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;The phenomenon is mainly found among women. It is accompanied by pain in lower abdomen, frequent urge to urinate, pain above pubic bone and sometimes blood in urine. This happens because of localized infection inside the urethra. The urethra is a tube located near the vagina. Bacterium may enter urethra during sexual intercourse.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saat proses senggama terjadi, P mendorong bakteri dari luar masuk ke V. Nah, karena V nyambung dengan urethra dan bladder, ditambah lagi urethra di tubuh cewek itu pendek, bakteri yang datang bisa dengan mudahnya masuk ke bladder. Hence, infection occurs... . Kalau sudah parah dan urine kita terlalu acid/ cloudy, ini yang bisa menyebabkan perdarahan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pencegahan&lt;/b&gt; (also home remedy):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Minum &lt;b&gt;air&lt;/b&gt; yg banyak (8 gelas perhari, rekomendasi dokter)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Minum &lt;b&gt;cranberry juice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Kurangi, kalau bisa &lt;b&gt;hindari sama sekali kopi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Usahakan &lt;b&gt;kencing sebelum dan sesudah bersenggama&lt;/b&gt; (to flush bacteria from the urethra)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;indari memakai produk "pelicin"&lt;/b&gt;/ &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lubricant"&gt;lubricant&lt;/a&gt; - toh tubuh kita memproduksi lubrikan alami, ya kan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Kalau terpaksa, pilih &lt;b&gt;produk pelicin yang water-based&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Risk factors&lt;/b&gt; to keep in mind:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Frequency&lt;/b&gt; of sexual intercourse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Poor vaginal lubrication during "coitus predisposes to UTI" (a.k.a. when P enters V). This may be due to &lt;b&gt;inadequate foreplay or anxiety&lt;/b&gt;. Lack of male expertise may also be relevant (berarti comfort during "haha hihi" is medically advised!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Demikian, cuma berniat sharing ilmu aja. Buat yang belum kena, hati-hati aja. Buat yang sudah dan masih mild stage, segera usahakan home remedy spt diatas (&lt;i&gt;I personally think that cranberry juice is a smart idea... ada cranberry ga ya di Dirk or AH?&lt;/i&gt;) Buat yang udah sampe berdarah, segera temui dokter... you are running the risk of getting more serious diseases (incl. cancer).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Read more: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.patient.co.uk/doctor/Honeymoon-Cystitis.htm"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;http://www.patient.co.uk/doctor/Honeymoon-Cystitis.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://health.nytimes.com/health/guides/disease/cystitis-acute-bacterial/risk-factors.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;http://health.nytimes.com/health/guides/disease/cystitis-acute-bacterial/risk-factors.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.honeymooncystitis.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;http://www.honeymooncystitis.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-8544499787475530268?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8544499787475530268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=8544499787475530268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/8544499787475530268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/8544499787475530268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2010/02/girls-only-honeymoon-cystitis.html' title='(Girls Only!) Honeymoon Cystitis'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/S3vsO-36I0I/AAAAAAAAAR8/aoZ3FdNW2kQ/s72-c/stomach-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-2107151974436396642</id><published>2010-01-21T14:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T14:13:37.837+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ibu-ibu</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Baru sampe di cengkareng&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mas, es jeruknya ada ya?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh maaf, esnya habis &lt;b&gt;Bu&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lagi beli celana di Semarang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mbak, ini ada ukuran berapa aja ya?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Paling besar ada nomer 36 &lt;b&gt;Bu&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mau beli batagor di Es Teler 77&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Selamat siang &lt;b&gt;Ibu...&lt;/b&gt; ada yg bisa dibantu?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Di kasir supermarket di Surabaya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Makasih ya &lt;b&gt;Bu.....&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emang aku dah keliatan setua itu ya? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-2107151974436396642?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2107151974436396642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=2107151974436396642' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/2107151974436396642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/2107151974436396642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2010/01/ibu-ibu.html' title='Ibu-ibu'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-6280813355949886823</id><published>2009-12-23T09:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T10:51:11.638+01:00</updated><title type='text'>December</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SzHdbYnfySI/AAAAAAAAARM/mIo1cWIuuAk/s1600-h/amsterdam_winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SzHdbYnfySI/AAAAAAAAARM/mIo1cWIuuAk/s320/amsterdam_winter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418355289237735714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;December&lt;/b&gt;. This has been a long month for me. Not only I was strangled in a heap amount of tasks, I was in a bit of strain with my own self. I've always had problem with time-management. Honestly, I am not the most efficient person in the world. Some people can be so effective in managing their time and their queue of tasks. Not me. Therefore facing crazy lot of assignments and having to finish it all in a tight deadline is restraining for a person like me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At some point during the past times, when I faced the same situation I had ended up running away from the tasks, not solving it. &lt;i&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/i&gt;, thank God, this December I have successfully learned better. I learned that it is a matter of putting your tasks in a queue, and concentrating at one task before another. To put everything else aside, insisting not to think about them until at least you're halfway done with the one you're on. Yeah - self-control; the key to effective management. Something I've always failed to do before. But hey, there's always a trial and error process in learning. I had some errors, but now I'm able to fix it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, in my case, it was also the matter of having a supporting husband who wouldn't mind doing the house chores, and moreover who wouldn't mind acting like a personal assistant-slash-consultant to her wife - being able to recommend the most realistic time frame to finish certain tasks (&lt;i&gt;"you'd need at least three days to study for the exam, but only two days max to finish your typography design... so concentrate at the exam first and mind the design later!"&lt;/i&gt; - haha, thank u mbrotje :-*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*pic from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/takolito"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;public.fotki.com/takolito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-6280813355949886823?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6280813355949886823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=6280813355949886823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/6280813355949886823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/6280813355949886823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/12/december.html' title='December'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SzHdbYnfySI/AAAAAAAAARM/mIo1cWIuuAk/s72-c/amsterdam_winter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-5387310721331300266</id><published>2009-12-13T04:50:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T05:21:06.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The comeback</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;prewords&lt;/i&gt;: hai semua.... apa kabaaar? damn, it's been almost 2 months since I've actually posted something here. new school, design assignments (I never knew making a hybrid animal could be so exhausting....) dan menyelesaikan urusan-urusan lain. tapi lebih bagus gitu. I recently realized that doing nothing is not my thing. anyway, I've made a resolution to come back with writing short stories, no? now, even if can't keep up much with posting diary-sorta-stuff, at least I'll try to keep up with that resolution. so for now I want to share my latest (semi-)cerpen. hope u all like it!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Bukan Filsafat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Episode 1: Mas Pangik&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas Pangik namanya. Seorang pembantu yang sudah bekerja untuk keluargaku sejak adik bungsuku baru lahir, 15 tahun yang lalu. Perangainya lemah lembut, malah cenderung gemulai. Yah... waria lah. Tapi yang membuatku salut, dia begitu sopan dan tidak pernah berkata yang menyakiti hati. Selalu berpenampilan pria, walaupun saat bicara nadanya begitu halus. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sekarang ia tinggal sendiri menunggui rumah keluarga kami di Malang, sejak keluargaku pindah ke Surabaya beberapa tahun yang lalu. Tapi dia tetap pembantu kesayangan keluarga kami. Beberapa kali aku berkesempatan pulang ke Indonesia, aku pasti berkunjung ke Malang untuk menjenguk rumah dan menemaninya barang satu atau dua hari. Dari pagi hingga petang aku perhatikan aktivitasnya: bangun pagi, pergi ke pasar, membersihkan rumah lalu mandi dan masuk kamarnya. Tidak keluar-keluar lagi hingga jam tujuh atau setengah delapan malam, untuk makan lalu mengunci semua pintu dan menonton televisi hingga waktu tidurnya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Mas Pangik, ngapain to dari maghrib sampai jam delapan ga pernah keluar kamar?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Ya aku nunggu isya mbak Neysa, sambil ngaji.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aku terkesan dengan jawabannya. “Mas Pangik ngaji gitu itu tiap hari ta?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Ya iya mbak Neysa, aku pasti ngaji surat Yaasiin, terus lanjut ngaji surat yang lain sampai khatam &lt;i&gt;(tamat)&lt;/i&gt;.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Wah, mas Pangik rajin ya, aku ngajiku suka bolong mas, gak mesti tiap hari,” timpalku sambil dirundung rasa malu. Dia menanggapiku dengan tersenyum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Terus mas Pangik mendoakan siapa aja?” tanyaku lagi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Pertama aku doakan bapak ibuku almarhum supaya masuk surga. Terus aku berdoa karena banyak musibah di negara kita.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aku tertegun. “Musibah apa, banjir sama gempa itu ta mas?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Ya banyak, musibah lumpur, terus korupsi, terus &lt;i&gt;sunami&lt;/i&gt;...” jawabnya lugu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Mas Pangik peduli ya...,” jujur, aku kagum.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Ya bukan apa-apa mbak, aku ini ya cuma bisa itu aja. Aku selalu berdoa biar semua rakyat Indonesia selamat, nggak susah lagi. Biar negara ini juga tenang, pemerintahnya juga tenang...,” dia melanjutkan jawabannya dan tinggal aku yang sukses dibuatnya tercengang-cengang.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ya... seorang mas Pangik. Mungkin hanya pembantu rumah tangga yang lulusan SD. Tapi inisiatif dan keikhlasan yang diberikannya bagi bangsa negaraku yang carut marut sungguh tulus dari hatinya. Jauh lebih tulus dari seorang anggota DPR sekalipun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;--------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Episode 2: Si Buntung&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Eh, ada si buntung!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aku melompat turun dari kereta kuning itu, kegirangan. Si buntung juga rupanya menyadari kedatanganku, jadi diapun (dengan susah payah melompat-lompat pakai satu kaki) berusaha menjauh dan bersembunyi di kolong bangku. Yah, biasa, burung merpati liar seperti dia memang tidak jinak. Tapi, walaupun tidak jinak, dia hewan yang manis sekali. Dan pastinya ada yang istimewa padanya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Buntung, sini...!” Aku segera duduk di bangku sambil menjelajahi isi tasku. Ah, ketemu, batinku. Sisa makan siangku tadi: kulit-kulit roti gandum bekas sandwich yang kubawa untuk bekal. Dan Buntung sepertinya tahu kalau aku hendak mengeluarkan makanan untuknya. Jadi dia dengan malu-malu melompat-lompat keluar dari persembunyian. Kucabik-cabik kulit roti itu dan kusebar di lantai. Diapun kegirangan melahapnya dengan paruh kecilnya yang lucu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ya, aku beri dia julukan si Buntung. Seekor burung merpati liar yang selalu duduk dengan tenang di peron 2, stasiun Amsterdam Zuid. Kuberi dia panggilan Buntung karena... yah.... dia memang buntung. Satu kakinya hilang, hanya menyisakan bagian kecil yang ujungnya menjulur seperti benang. Mungkin karena tersambar kereta atau apa. Terlihat lucu, juga kasihan. Pernah aku lihat dia berusaha terbang, tapi kesusahan saat mendarat – terguling kecil di lantai peron karena susah menyeimbangkan tubuhnya saat mendarat dengan hanya satu kaki. Kedengarannya mengundang iba, tapi dengan tampang bodohnya dan tubuh gendut bundarnya itu, dia terlihat sungguh lucu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Entah kenapa, bertemu dengan Buntung selalu membuat inspirasiku penuh terisi. Bukan karena gara-gara menertawakan kecacatannya. Atau karena aku bisa melepas penat karena melihat kelucuannya. Lebih dari itu, setiap bertemu Buntung aku merasa ada sesuatu yang manis yang bisa kupelajari. Bahwa dari kesederhanaan akal pikiran binatang, ternyata mereka bisa bertahan hidup dengan caranya sendiri. Bayangkan, burung seperti dia tidak bisa enak-enakan selonjor meluruskan kaki, atau duduk dan tiduran kalau kelelahan seperti kita manusia. Tidurnya pun berdiri, ya kan? Mungkin itu bukan masalah bagi kawan-kawan si Buntung yang punya dua kaki. Tapi betapa lelahnya kalau harus berdiri seumur hidup hanya dengan satu kaki. Kedengarannya mustahil. Ternyata Buntung bisa melakukannya. Ia tidur dengan satu kaki, dan berpindah tempat dengan cara melompat. Ia tetap mencoba terbang, walaupun berakhir dengan mendarat sambil setengah terjungkal. Begitulah, Buntungpun tetap hidup dengan bahagia, menanti remah roti dariku dan orang-orang lain guna bertahan sehari-hari. Buntung telah mengajarkanku bagaimana menyesuaikan diri dengan apa yang kita punya. Menggunakan dengan maksimal apa yang ada pada kita, meskipun apa yang kita punya tidak banyak. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;----------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ya... bukan filsafat memang. Yang pasti pelajaran-pelajaran itu bukan terlahir dari pemikiran Confucius, Marx, Bourdieu atau entahlah siapa. Kadang, begitu banyak hal-hal sederhana yang bisa menginspirasi, tanpa harus eksis pada lembaran kertas atau kata-kata. Begitu sederhananya, sampai kening kitapun tidak perlu berkernyit untuk mengartikannya. Sayangnya hal-hal itu adalah yang sering kita lewatkan begitu saja. Entah karena kita sibuk, atau terbiasa untuk tidak peduli. Padahal sumber pelajaran itu, begitu dekatnya dan sering kita temui. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mungkin kita sudah kelewat "beradab dan terpelajar", sehingga hanya teorema populer yang layak bagi telinga dan mata kita. Atau kita terbawa arus, membaca hanya apa yang dibaca orang lain. Sudahkah kita memetik pelajaran hidup hari ini? Meskipun hanya dari seorang Mas Pangik atau seekor si Buntung?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tidak? Kalau begitu jangan-jangan kita egosentris, dan membiarkan hal-hal sederhana tapi sungguh berarti dalam hidup ini, terlewat begitu saja.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Amsterdam, satu sore bersama si Buntung - Desember 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-5387310721331300266?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5387310721331300266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=5387310721331300266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/5387310721331300266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/5387310721331300266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/12/comeback.html' title='The comeback'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-7684338602445244052</id><published>2009-10-20T01:28:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T04:06:22.788+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/Stz4ta3LlmI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/vwhhC4WAl4A/s1600-h/wallpaper_2_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/Stz4ta3LlmI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/vwhhC4WAl4A/s400/wallpaper_2_1024x768.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394459912871581282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20-22 &gt; mengetik sampai gila&lt;/div&gt;26 &gt; intro vector art by Lara. yippii&lt;div&gt;30 &gt; itu!!!! *deg deg deg deg*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31-1 &gt; jalan2 sama morotuwo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 &gt; Diana Krall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tapi sebelumnya... [23] &gt; melampiaskan rindu pada seseorang (eh.. sesuatu, tepatnya). rindu yang sudah tertahan hampir 2 tahun ouw ouw ouw... tunggu aku, mon chéri!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pic from cbs.ca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-7684338602445244052?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7684338602445244052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=7684338602445244052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/7684338602445244052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/7684338602445244052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-to-do.html' title='Things to do'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/Stz4ta3LlmI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/vwhhC4WAl4A/s72-c/wallpaper_2_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-2573668658396670622</id><published>2009-10-09T19:19:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T20:24:03.889+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's your passion?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In an ideal world, we would be doing what we &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; to do for a job, not just cause we &lt;i&gt;have to&lt;/i&gt;. And the reason why we commit to a certain domain or discipline is because that particular area will always keep us amused. From time to time we would explore its endless niches, watch carefully from a close distance to see how it grows, and intrigued with how it would develop in the future. Does it sound too perfect, almost to the point of making it impossible?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, in my opinion, not at all. True that enthusiasm for certain things can take a long time to develop. But this is possible as long as the factors are there: environments that can perfectly condition them to grow. Knowing the right people and the right places that can provide guidance. Right? But the most important thing of all is to know where our passion lies. We can only start from there on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Routines like 9-5 job can only consume your soul when you have nothing else in life. When we are able to do something out of passion and love, it gives us energy and motivation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So food for thought, friends. Find your passions: even out of your hobbies, or something that you think you can do best out of. If it is something in your job or study already, great - don't stop there, make it grow. Use them to contribute to the world, and start from the smaller scope. Just perhaps, you can end up worldwide :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-2573668658396670622?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2573668658396670622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=2573668658396670622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/2573668658396670622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/2573668658396670622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/10/wheres-your-passion.html' title='Where&apos;s your passion?'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-7644449820644003374</id><published>2009-09-28T15:01:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T05:57:54.518+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn update!</title><content type='html'>Setelah berhari-hari sepasang suami istri yang malang ini terpaksa hidup, tidur dan beraktifitas diantara barang2 yang menggunung karena belum ditata pada tempatnya... Akhirnya minggu ini kita berdua kembali hidup normal. Kamar baru sudah berasa homey setelah si istri yang baik dan cantik (uhuk!) bekerja keras nyicil nata-nata kamar selama beberapa hari (sementara sang suami dengan rajin dan pantang menyerah sedang bekerja keras di kantor). Sprei dan sarung bantal sudah dipasang, dan kami tidak lagi tidur di kasur kotor dan berselimutkan dekbed kucel yang sarungnya mungkin udah 2 bulan gak diganti (serius!) Dan akhirnya, internet kembali bekerja dengan normal. Dan TV kami yang tadinya membisu sekarang sudah cerewet lagi, menemani kami beraktifitas sambil menayangkan acara-acara favorit. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And... mulai hari ini saya resmi jadi mahasiswa di &lt;a href="http://amsterdam.sae.edu/"&gt;http://amsterdam.sae.edu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Design student, at last :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Classes every Monday and Wednesday, design workshop on Friday. The rest of the week demands 25-30 hour of self-study and/or assignment, which means me staying up late in front of my Mac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... that was how our Autumn begun: new home, new school, new spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How was yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-7644449820644003374?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7644449820644003374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=7644449820644003374' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/7644449820644003374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/7644449820644003374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/09/autumn-update.html' title='Autumn update!'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-628155400085515069</id><published>2009-09-11T08:07:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T09:36:16.889+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;It was one, rainy day in March.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A gloomy afternoon - tiny hints of daylight flaring through translucent grey clouds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rain draped behind my back, showered my head. All over, I was wet all over - my black jacket, my big black map, even a little red foliage I painted on the corner of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was grasping every bit of the drops, the feeling of Amsterdam's typical cold spring day, I dragged my heavy shoulder and carried away a pack of crushed dreams and a pale broken heart. I sighed. I was restless. That particular day had just been one of the saddest days in my life. Though I tried to conceal the wound, the pain was inevitable. Between my silent weeps and every inch of my pain I sketched a little promise: to get over it, keep moving on, finding a path that goes back into my tiny dreamworld. A sanctuary in a paper moon. The sketch was just like any other of my sketches; it was not pretty. But I did it with courage, therefore I loved it like I never loved one before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly, it had dawned on me. The little promise I just made and the big black map dangling on my cold wet hand - they smiled. Ah, dear Allah. I thank Thee for that smile... . For once I thought the sun had shone and instantly I felt warm inside. "Please, wipe my tears," I chanted helplessly. "Please - take away my shattered pieces and keep them in a bottle of hope." In no time had I held onto those hands. I, quietly, put a smile upon my face too - for them eyes only. I walked, we walked, hand in hand together across the empty street. And we kept on walking.  No more pain. No more rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Say, it's only a paper moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sailing over a cardboard sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But it wouldn't be make-believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If you believed in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Ella Fitzgerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7833090349956451849-628155400085515069?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/628155400085515069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=628155400085515069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/628155400085515069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/628155400085515069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/09/paper-moon.html' title='Paper moon'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-1293340341416491971</id><published>2009-09-05T20:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:01:55.909+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15</title><content type='html'>Ah, we're halfway through the holy month - Ramadan.&lt;div&gt;And  I just broke my Ramadan fast for the fifteenth time. How time flies! Fifteen days passed in just a blink of an eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me personally, I regret that much of my personal "ibadah" target this Ramadan haven't been met. So many chances for tahajjud (night prayers), tadarrus (qur'an recital), and sunnah prayers... yet I've let the chances go. I still feel empty. I crave for more spiritual encounters, more silent night and deep prayers, to show my love and compassion for Allah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about your Ramadan, friends? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quick info: great site to listen to some quality Islam lectures/ ceramah (bahasa Indonesia only). Go to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://kajian.net/"&gt;&lt;i&gt; http://kajian.net/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-1293340341416491971?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1293340341416491971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=1293340341416491971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/1293340341416491971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/1293340341416491971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-15.html' title='Day 15'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-1270398915593358923</id><published>2009-08-29T14:01:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:59:46.969+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream crib</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/Spka1HMh87I/AAAAAAAAAQY/kEykyHm0hBc/s1600-h/nina__s_apartment_kitchen_by_caltron+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/Spka1HMh87I/AAAAAAAAAQY/kEykyHm0hBc/s320/nina__s_apartment_kitchen_by_caltron+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375357130010391474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perkenalkan, rumah kami berdua.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Ukurannya 18 m2 saja, letaknya di lantai sembilan. Terdiri dari 1 kamar ukuran 3x4, kamar mandi, dan gang sempit menuju pintu keluar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Di sisi seberang jendela ada sofa bed, yang kalau dibuka ukurannya 120x200 - pas untuk dua orang. Kemudian jemuran baju yang tergantung di pintu, yang kalau lagi penuh bisa merebakkan wangi harum, lumayan buat gantinya aromatherapy :) Di dua sisi kanan-kiri ada &lt;i&gt;money machine&lt;/i&gt; kami berdua. Pertama sisi meja kerja: dua meja belajar dengan satu PC dan satu Mac. Lalu disisi lainnya ada pantry mungil kami berdua. Kedua-duanya sumber pemasukan dan rejeki bagi keluarga kecil kami. Sisanya hall kecil menuju pintu keluar, kamar mandi, jendela lebar dan pintu menuju balkon. Ya, sebanyak itu. Semuanya bernaung di petak kecil ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alhamdulillah... all in all, flat mungil kami berdua ini sempurna keadaannya. Dibersihkan dua-tiga kali dalam seminggu. Penempatan perabotnya teratur dan semua sudut ruang berfungsi optimal. Semua itu cukup membuat kami berdua nyaman tinggal disini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Apa kalian nggak kepingin pindah ke rumah yang besar?" suatu waktu ibuku bertanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tentu saja, satu hari nanti - mungkin setahun atau dua tahun lagi - kami harus pindah dari rumah petak ini. Tentunya ke apartemen hunian keluarga yang lebih besar dari sekadar flat. Tapi kami juga tidak membayangkan rumah besar bertingkat-tingkat dengan kebun luas berisi pohon nangka-duren-pisang-jambu dan kolam ikan yang luas :] Di Belanda ini luas tanah terbatas, tidak seperti di Indonesia misalnya. Rumah besar dengan kebun luas terlalu mahal dan susah didapat. Lagipula, kami berdua ini "manusia apartemen". In fact, we grew to adulthood living from apartement to apartement. Jadi jujur saja kami berdua lebih ngiler-ngiler membayangkan balkon di lantai 12 dengan pemandangan gedung-gedung pencakar langit daripada kebun berisi bermacam-macam pohon buah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Intinya, kalau ditanya seperti apa rumah impian kami, jawabnya gampang: &lt;b&gt;we dream of a crib, not a castle&lt;/b&gt;. Rumah mungil yang bersih, teratur, dan bisa berfungsi jadi sumber kehidupan kami berdua. Ada ruang keluarga yang nyaman...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dan dua kamar tidur atau tiga...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sudut untuk meja kerja yang nyaman, sewaktu-waktu saya atau suami harus bekerja dari rumah tentu saja dengan powerful desktop iMac... hahaha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dapur, tidak usah besar-besar asal ideal dengan ventilasi bagus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A nice balcony with beautiful view towards the city; glowing red sunset draped in the background...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A little girl and a little boy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And a fluffy, tabby cat named Pixel. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[&lt;b&gt;update&lt;/b&gt;: ternyata reaksi suami waktu mendengar nama "Pixel" untuk future-kucing-peliharaan bukannya excited, tapi memicingkan mata dengan pandangan are-you-kidding-me-get-out-what-the-hell-???!! (reaksi yg persis plek seperti saat mendengar ide nama "Yohanna*" untuk future-daughter... ahiks -_-)]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*) Both of us dreamed of conceiving our first child (daughter, hopefully) at Johannesburg whilst away for a trip to watch the 2010 World Cup final in South Africa... hence the name Yohanna :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-1270398915593358923?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1270398915593358923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=1270398915593358923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/1270398915593358923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/1270398915593358923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/08/dream-crib.html' title='Dream crib'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/Spka1HMh87I/AAAAAAAAAQY/kEykyHm0hBc/s72-c/nina__s_apartment_kitchen_by_caltron+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-4429639979461756557</id><published>2009-08-27T13:53:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:48:02.741+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoera...</title><content type='html'>After a long period of hesitation, I just came to a decision.. to blog publicly again. Meaning: putting my URL on my social-media pages..., typing in my blog address on to my name card (maybe, hahah), letting people from the wider blogosphere informed about the existence of this blog. Another thing (which is the best part) is that I can drop some "hi" or comments at random blogs without having to appear anonymously! Also thinking to post in English from now on, but let's see.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, just a humble attempt to overcome my long winding writer's block. Maybe I could re-capture my active imagination again, by getting back to the game, and eventually able to write some good pieces like I did in the old days. Perhaps just in Bahasa Indonesia to start with, but who knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also donned a nice, customized template to celebrate, yay! Thanks, &lt;a href="http://btemplates.com/"&gt;btemplates.com&lt;/a&gt;. (And thanks also to... my sudden urge to play around with simple HTML, I guess? Considering it's something I haven't done in, what, 3 months? Ugh, I really gotta start living again.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kiss kiss,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*p.s. there are links to my coroflot and my recipes-blog (which is written in Bahasa Indo). Njoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-4429639979461756557?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4429639979461756557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=4429639979461756557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/4429639979461756557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/4429639979461756557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/08/hoera.html' title='Hoera...'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-6512674999999288183</id><published>2009-08-25T01:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T13:29:02.902+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The cauldron... it's steaming, my child!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SpMlVnVYn9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/2S9ijaAtFx8/s1600-h/witchcauldren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SpMlVnVYn9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/2S9ijaAtFx8/s320/witchcauldren.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373679833649291218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Man-teman,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seiring dengan kembalinya cemplon di dunia baking n cooking (&lt;i&gt;note: kembali berarti dilakukan secara rutin setiap hari demi suami tercinta :D&lt;/i&gt;), maka dengan ini cemplon memulai niat tulus ikhlas mendokumentasikan resep (lagi). Bukannya sebelum ini cemplon gak pernah masak blas. Masak sih, tapi mood-mood'an. Lebih sering bikin tumis ngasal daripada masakan yg bener... (lebih sering lagi dengan tega membiarkan - atau menyuruh! - Komar yg masak, wkwkwkwkwk)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah, daripada resep kececeran dimana-mana, mending disusun di cooking diary yang bener. Supaya gampang kalau mau liat2 lagi :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://steamingcauldron.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://steamingcauldron.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silakan kalau mau ikutan liat2! Moga2 berguna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*pics courtesy of witchdoctor.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-6512674999999288183?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6512674999999288183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=6512674999999288183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/6512674999999288183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/6512674999999288183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/08/cauldron-its-steaming-my-child.html' title='The cauldron... it&apos;s steaming, my child!!!!'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SpMlVnVYn9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/2S9ijaAtFx8/s72-c/witchcauldren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-3438733594780555724</id><published>2009-08-24T14:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:27:36.911+02:00</updated><title type='text'>17 jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SpKPgpHTtiI/AAAAAAAAALs/ZK233sXjg-E/s1600-h/MUBARAK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SpKPgpHTtiI/AAAAAAAAALs/ZK233sXjg-E/s320/MUBARAK.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373515096361514530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alhamdulillah, 2 hari pertama Ramadhan terlalui dg sukses. Lumayan kuat, mungkin karena minggu2 sebelum Ramadhan aku juga udah mulai puasa duluan, nyaur utang puasa tahun lalu. Jadi perut udah terbiasa. Alhamdulillah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sahur jam 4 dan buka baru jam 9 malam, woo... awalnya kedengeran serem. Keluarga &amp;amp; teman2 di Indo sampe bolak balik tanya "Lama banget... nggak berat tah?" Tapi ternyata setelah dijalani, alhamdulillah biasa2 aja. Kuncinya supaya kuat puasa justru dengan tetap menjalani aktifitas spt biasa. Soalnya kalau diam aja atau tiduran sambil menghitung2 jam buka malah kerasa lebih lama. Kunci kedua adalah sahur. Sebisa mungkin makan sahur, makanan yg decent seperti nasi dan lauk pauk seadanya juga minum air putih yg banyak di malam hari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juga kalau bisa konsumsi karbohidrat yg banyak, jangan mimik kopi (hiks!!! T_T) dan jangan minum yang manis-manis saat sahur. Kenapa? Pertama, soal kopi: karena kopi itu sifatnya diuretic alias ngosongin usus dg cepat, bikin perut gampang kosong - &lt;i&gt;hence&lt;/i&gt;, kembung. Kedua, soal gula: karena mengkonsumsi terlalu banyak gula membuat kadar insulin/ gula darah kita cepat naik lalu turun dengan drastis. Padahal kadar insulin yg stabil adalah yg kita butuhkan untuk menghindari lemas seharian. Ada tips bagus dari &lt;b&gt;detikhealth&lt;/b&gt; soal makanan yg dianjurkan saat sahur: &lt;a href="http://health.detik.com/read/2009/08/21/180603/1187460/766/saat-sahur-jangan-makan-yang-manis-manis"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Saat Sahur Jangan Makan Yang Manis-manis"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tipsnya terbukti manjurrr :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alhamdulillah, Ramadhan sudah tiba lagi. Nikmat berbuka puasa membuatku sadar betapa indahnya anugerah sederhana berupa makanan dan minuman, walau hanya sekedar teh manis dan tempe goreng. Kegembiraan sederhana yang begitu sering terlupa dan terabaikan di bulan-bulan lain, tertutup dengan keinginan-keinginan duniawi lain yang lebih muluk. Ramadhan juga membuatku ingat dengan mereka-mereka yang kekurangan, yang tak mengeluh walau harus beraktifitas dengan perut lapar selama 365 hari dalam setahunnya. Terimakasih ya Allah untuk segala nikmatMu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-3438733594780555724?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3438733594780555724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=3438733594780555724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/3438733594780555724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/3438733594780555724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/08/17-jam.html' title='17 jam'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SpKPgpHTtiI/AAAAAAAAALs/ZK233sXjg-E/s72-c/MUBARAK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-346662766477677411</id><published>2009-08-20T10:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:03:14.959+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bromo-Pananjakan, Mei 2001</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Permisi, numpang nostalgila sebentar ya... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Teringat masa-masa itu, Mei 2001...&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Berjam-jam lamanya kita semua seperjalanan, perjalanan menuju tiga hari petualangan kita di Bromo dan Pananjakan. Menumpang "kol-kolan", kendaraan minibus pelat hitam yang biasa mengangkut penumpang antar kota-kota kecil. Dengan "kol" itupun kita berkendara dari Malang ke Pasuruan. Berhenti di terminal Pasuruan, kita oper naik "kol" lain yang lebih kecil ukurannya, mungkin sebesar mikrolet. Melanjutkan perjalanan ke desa kaum Tengger di Tosari, melintasi jalan berkelok-kelok mendaki bukit. Kemanapun kita memandang, deretan terasering yang hijau asri seakan tak berujung. Lebatnya bermacam pohon menemani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; perjuangan si "kol" mungil yang terengah-engah mencoba mendaki lereng curam. Walaupun suara pedal gas dan kopling yang bergantian meraung dan berdecit terkadang membuat kita &lt;i&gt;deg-degan&lt;/i&gt;, tapi hawa pegunungan yang segar menyambut memasuki sela-sela jendela mobil kembali menentramkan hati kita. Subhanallah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/So0GlJYFzsI/AAAAAAAAALU/q96ewKXWvsQ/s320/img_3147-terasering4-375x500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371957165764759234" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan akhirnya, sampai jugalah kita di desa itu. Desa Wonokitri, tempat tinggal para suku Tengger, yang tersembunyi dengan nyaman di sela lereng gunung. Tugu-tugu pemujaan kecil nampak jelas dimana-mana, lengkap dengan sesajen dan semerbak wangi menyan yang terbakar, khas pemukiman kaum Hindu. Sesekali terlihat anjing-anjing kecil berlari-larian bersama anak-anak. Dan dipucuk desa kitapun turun. Lekas menuju rumah-rumah penduduk yang baik hati dan bersedia menampung kita selama dua malam. Dan kitapun rela tidur seadanya beralas tikar, memakan masakan sederhana yang dimasak ibu-ibu dengan penuh sukacita. Tempe goreng, sambel terasi, indomie kuah, sayur beningan dan nasi... semua kita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lahap dengan nikmat untuk mengusir udara dingin. Dan di pagi hari buta saat kita semua harus mandi, aku teringat juga betapa dinginnya air yang mengalir dari keran di desa itu. Wuih, kalau air ledeng Malang masih oke, air ledeng Batu lumayan menggigit... yang ini lebih dahsyat lagi!!! :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/So0LcFnDntI/AAAAAAAAALc/yqoSGPLuKaE/s320/02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371962507693104850" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi, klimaks terindah dari kenangan manis itu, buat aku, adalah menjelang subuh di hari terakhir petualangan kita. Pukul 3 pagi lebih, kita semua sudah siap dan segar, menuruni lereng desa bersama-sama warga yang akan memulai aktivitas mereka di kota. Kemudian di tempat penjemputan yang sudah disetujui, sebuah truk besar datang untuk mengangkut kita menuju Pananjakan. Truk bak terbuka!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lalu, dengan berjejal-jejalan di bak truk, kita susuri lereng-lereng gunung Pananjakan yang lebih landai dan ramah. Dengan beratapkan langit pagi yang bertabur bintang, kita berusaha duduk senyaman mungkin, bersenda gurau, berhimpitan saling menghangatkan. Terkadang jaket kita selimutkan ke tubuh kita, sebisa mungkin agar mengusir dinginnya hawa pagi pegunungan. Ya, walaupun kita anak kota Malang yang letaknya di kaki gunung, tapi hawa Pananjakan memang jauh lebih dingin dibanding di kota kita :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan sambil bercanda dan mengobrol riang, kita tak hentinya memandang langit yang mengatapi perjalanan kita subuh itu. Indahnya!! Kita melihat ribuan bintang berkerlip beralaskan langit yang biru beludru. Tidak ada awan, tidak ada mendung, membuat langit pagi itu sungguh cerah dan menakjubkan....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/So0ORzJmqRI/AAAAAAAAALk/y50JeCcf90s/s320/Night_Sky_by_BloodRoseAngel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371965629473925394" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simply one of the best moments in my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pengen banget... bisa berpetualang di alam terbuka lagi... tp adakah tempat seindah itu di Eropa? I don't think so.... :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*pics courtesy of v1olet@vanillaseven, airmengalirsampaijauh.blogspot.com &amp;amp; bloodroseangel.deviantart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7833090349956451849-346662766477677411?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/346662766477677411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=346662766477677411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/346662766477677411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/346662766477677411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/08/bromo-pananjakan-mei-2001.html' title='Bromo-Pananjakan, Mei 2001'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/So0GlJYFzsI/AAAAAAAAALU/q96ewKXWvsQ/s72-c/img_3147-terasering4-375x500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-5762180894436543493</id><published>2009-08-20T09:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T09:55:51.206+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I am baaaack....</title><content type='html'>...Though not fully functioning. Lagi sakit :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalo lagi sakit, ga bisa melakukan semuanya dg maksimal. Masak contohnya. Masak soto rasanya kayak jamu (kebanyakan kunir &amp;amp; kemiri kayaknya.. uhh!) Bikin donat adonannya kurang elastis, jadinya rasa donat tapi tekstur olliebollen. Uh :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semoga cepat sembuh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-5762180894436543493?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5762180894436543493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=5762180894436543493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/5762180894436543493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/5762180894436543493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-baaaack.html' title='I am baaaack....'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-3191070614355015251</id><published>2009-07-17T10:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:00:04.867+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mingkem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Permisi, yg punya blog mau mingkem dulu, gak bersosialisasi sejenak di dunia maya.&lt;div&gt;I'll see you again, hopefully, when I come out alive and well after August 17th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SmA9c1BQqKI/AAAAAAAAALM/uMKGnZytnRA/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359351122048886946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kiss kiss,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-N&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-3191070614355015251?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3191070614355015251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=3191070614355015251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/3191070614355015251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/3191070614355015251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/07/mingkem.html' title='Mingkem'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SmA9c1BQqKI/AAAAAAAAALM/uMKGnZytnRA/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-2390571128370780195</id><published>2009-07-17T10:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:53:04.863+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kampret Sutelo</title><content type='html'>Cukup. Males aku baca detik lagi lama2.&lt;div&gt;Liputannya kadang suka ga relevan. Gak crosscheck dulu. Kadang dilebih-lebihin. Mana banyak yg gak penting, gak serius. Orang lagi serius pengen baca perkembangan bom malah disuguhi komentar artis sinetron gak jelas (Donna Mbohsopokuwi). Sapa dia kok dimintain pendapat soal bom, or MU yg batal datang gara2 bom? Ada lagi soal sinyal blackberry yg down setelah bom. Apa sih?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Telo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-2390571128370780195?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2390571128370780195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=2390571128370780195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/2390571128370780195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/2390571128370780195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/07/kampret-sutelo.html' title='Kampret Sutelo'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-3883802649958456657</id><published>2009-07-03T10:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:44:52.264+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth, life, and everything in between</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ulma and Iko finally got married.... :'-] I wish u both happiness, and many blessings from Allah for years and years ahead...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/Sk3I4-3Vz3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/4Cq01dmcr_s/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354156413286731634" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My niece and nephews are getting chubbier..... and lovelier!! &lt;i&gt;(gee, so nice knowing that you'd turn 25 pretty soon and starting to have lots of nieces and nephews...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby Kay, baby Jangkar, and baby Jade... tante Nenes loves u all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 153px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/Sk3L5XprvxI/AAAAAAAAALE/GmwFxmRlHqk/s400/theponakans.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354159718475218706" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;From left to right: Kaysan Atthaya Azka Ramdhan (Dory's son), Muhammad Jangkar Ali (Lya Sukrie's son), and Jade Zahra Riddington (Isrina's daughter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;... finally, here's to acknowledge planet Earth's "obituary of the year". I've never actually been MJ's fan, only to me his music from the &lt;i&gt;Off the Wall&lt;/i&gt; album, back in early 80's, is super. And I love "Rock With You"... It's the only MJ song I gotta listen every now and then... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think he looks cute (and hot!) when performing his 80's dancefloor hits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mKOF7FaYjPA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mKOF7FaYjPA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Perhaps if I'd been a teenager in that era, I would've been drooling all over him too - hands down :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Update&lt;/b&gt;: whoaahhh... ! Just found out that &lt;a href="http://adamrafferty.wordpress.com/"&gt;my favorite YouTube jazz-guitarist&lt;/a&gt; has recently worked on his rendition of Rock With You, as his "musical prayer for MJ's soul". Soothing :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sWz9y9k7DIo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sWz9y9k7DIo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-3883802649958456657?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3883802649958456657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=3883802649958456657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/3883802649958456657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/3883802649958456657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/07/earth-life-and-everything-in-between.html' title='Earth, life, and everything in between'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/Sk3I4-3Vz3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/4Cq01dmcr_s/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-4844197307729784327</id><published>2009-06-22T14:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:06:44.497+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Anak jaman sekarang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Dapat kabar dari rumah, soal adekku yang bontot si Rim-rim (Rima). Akhirnya dia lulus SMP juga. Nilai UAN (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;or ebtanas, kalo jaman kita dulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;) yang dia dapat tinggi banget: 37,10. Jadi rata-rata 9,27 (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ebtanas jaman sekarang kan cuma 4 pelajaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;). Berarti sekarang dia yang memegang rekor nilai kelulusan tertinggi di keluarga kami. Proud of her, so much :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebagai kakak yang ambisius (ha ha -_-) langsunglah aku memberondong ibuku dengan pertanyaan: "Wah berarti dia lulusan terbaik di sekolahnya dong? Atau masuk 10 besar pararel? Ranking pararel? Posisi berapa?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ternyata jawaban ibuku..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Nggak, wong di sekolahnya banyak banget yg nilai UAN nya 38, atau 39 keatas."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalau nilai sempurna (which means dapat 10 untuk 4 mata pelajaran) itu 40,00... berarti nilai UAN 38 atau 39 itu kan = rata-rata nilai 9,5 lebih OR paling nggak satu pelajaran dapat 10, sisanya paling nggak 9. Waks??!! Separuh alien-kah mereka, kok bisa pinternya kayak gitu? *geleng2*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ternyata, begitu aku coba cari2 berita soal nilai UAN SMP di Surabaya (baca: &lt;a href="http://www.jawapos.com/metropolis/index.php?act=detail&amp;amp;nid=76186"&gt;http://www.jawapos.com/metropolis/index.php?act=detail&amp;amp;nid=76186&lt;/a&gt;, dan &lt;a href="http://www.jawapos.com/metropolis/index.php?act=detail&amp;amp;nid=76507"&gt;http://www.jawapos.com/metropolis/index.php?act=detail&amp;amp;nid=76507&lt;/a&gt;) memang benar kalau anak-anak jaman sekarang itu paling nggak separo alien. Tiga terbaik lulusan SMP tahun ini nilai UANnya 39,55. Hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Berikut juga cuplikan berita yang bikin aku tercengang-cengang:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...rata-rata capaian nilai unas yang didapatkan para lulusan SMP tahun ini lebih bagus dibandingkan unas tahun lalu. Bandingkan saja, tahun lalu peraih nilai unas dengan rentang 34,00-40,00 ke atas sebanyak 5.465 siswa. Tahun ini, peraih nilai unas 36,00-40,00 saja sebanyak 5.540. Sedangkan peraih rentang nilai 32,00-35,99 mencapai 17.142 siswa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...nilai unas anaknya, yakni 30,90. Di SMP, ada empat mata pelajaran yang diunaskan. Dengan demikian, rata-rata nilai anak tersebut 7,75. Tapi, nilai sekian itu memang boleh dikata tanggung. Maksudnya, kurang aman untuk bisa pilih-pilih SMA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;What? Rata-rata 7.75 termasuk "nilai tanggung"??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tsk tsk tsk. Anak jaman sekarang makin banyak yang pinter-pinter. Gak heran, wong kalo ngetik atau nulis SMS aja sampe susah dibaca kayak gitu. Sangking pinternya mereka kali ya ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-4844197307729784327?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4844197307729784327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=4844197307729784327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/4844197307729784327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/4844197307729784327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/06/anak-jaman-sekarang.html' title='Anak jaman sekarang...'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-7601778525951216396</id><published>2009-06-18T11:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:13:01.389+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Real treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Sexiness wears thin after a while and beauty fades, but to be married to a man who makes you laugh* everyday, ah, now that’s a real treat.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Joanne Newman-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*I'll say laughter is a real aphrodisiac too ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;credit to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://just-prime-a.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Prima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&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/7833090349956451849-7601778525951216396?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7601778525951216396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=7601778525951216396' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/7601778525951216396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/7601778525951216396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/06/real-treat.html' title='Real treat'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-6773909101647150630</id><published>2009-06-16T11:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:17:44.931+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The chronicles of... LexisNexis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;UPDATE: Beressssssss!!! Thanks to &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fajran.web.id/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fajran&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi butuh bantuan nih. Barang siapa yang berdomisili di Belanda, dan di universitasnya bisa akses database LexisNexis, terutama untuk bank data dari koran-koran nasional (belanda, tentunya). Aku cuma bisa dapet akses untuk bank data koran-koran asing... *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimohon dengan sangat supaya aku bisa nunut username dan login credential kalian biar bisa akses katalog perpus universitas kalian dari laptopku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7833090349956451849-6773909101647150630?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6773909101647150630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=6773909101647150630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/6773909101647150630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/6773909101647150630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/06/chronicles-of-lexisnexis.html' title='The chronicles of... LexisNexis'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-7910960297619533026</id><published>2009-06-09T12:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T13:00:50.931+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Lagi belek'en..."</title><content type='html'>Tiap kali ngecek facebook, selalu ae ada wall post ga jelas semacam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lagi makan somay di depan kos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Habis makan bakso"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Pengen makan kripik"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Habis keramas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Belek'en niihh.. duh..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the eF? Emang ngurus tah aku? Haruskah orang ngepost SEMUA hal yg terjadi di wall? Sampek ngepost kok 15 menit sekali. Tsk -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempet mau tak tendang oknum2 itu dari FBku. Tapi kok yo sakno. Wong mereka yg ngeadd aku. Padahal aku juga ga kenal (paling teman dari teman). Orang2 SKSD gitu deh. Tapi aku menemukan tombol ajaib itu hanya dengan sedikit utak utek :D The magic word is: HIDE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang oknum2 itu sudah ke-hide dg sukses. Dan kehidupan per-FB-anku pun kembali tenang.&lt;br /&gt;*happy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-7910960297619533026?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7910960297619533026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=7910960297619533026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/7910960297619533026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/7910960297619533026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/06/lagi-beleken.html' title='&quot;Lagi belek&apos;en...&quot;'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-3019275321494084276</id><published>2009-06-08T12:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:41:51.085+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Another leap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/Sizq168A75I/AAAAAAAAAKc/l6olqEi1uQM/s1600-h/door-opening-to-the-sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/Sizq168A75I/AAAAAAAAAKc/l6olqEi1uQM/s320/door-opening-to-the-sky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344905069856878482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya&lt;br /&gt;It's happening&lt;br /&gt;I'm embarking to a new phase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just another leap&lt;br /&gt;I know I can do it&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll do my best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*In the name of Allah, the Most Compassionate, the Most Beneficial, the Most Merciful*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-3019275321494084276?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3019275321494084276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=3019275321494084276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/3019275321494084276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/3019275321494084276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-leap.html' title='Another leap'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/Sizq168A75I/AAAAAAAAAKc/l6olqEi1uQM/s72-c/door-opening-to-the-sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-2620238258021709523</id><published>2009-05-27T09:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:57:47.202+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Haters yang bergentayangan - the sequel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/Shz9buRcWlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ma-18uiqCR0/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/Shz9buRcWlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ma-18uiqCR0/s320/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340421910874053202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak orang menceritakan hate-crime yang terjadi di jalan2 yg dipicu perbedaan ras. Korbannya orang kulit berwarna, either Turki/Maroko/Item dll. Katanya ada juga hate-crime yg dipicu perbedaan agama. Trus? Sampai kemarin, the idea of hate-crime seemed surreal to me. Saya gak percaya itu bisa terjadi apalagi di kota-kota besar yang penduduknya sudah terbiasa dengan keberadaan orang-orang dari berbagai bangsa dan agama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai kemarin... saya baca blog teman yang menceritakan dia &lt;a href="http://plasticwords.wordpress.com/2009/05/07/do-i-believe-in-the-wrong-god/"&gt;disiram yoghurt di stasiun metro gara-gara dia pake jilbab&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously WHAT IS THIS, people? WHAT'S WRONG WITH THE WORLD? Kalo ini kejadian di kota macam Assendelft atau apa kek, kota kecil lain dimana banyak simpatisannya &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geert_Wilders"&gt;kakek satu ini&lt;/a&gt; ya masih bisa dimaklumi. Ini terjadi di Amsterdam!! Amsterdam, for f*ck sake! The melting pot of Holland!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I know this friend of mine and how she dresses in daily basis. Does she dress provocatively (ex. pake burqa, pake baju panjang item-item)? Nope! Bahkan dia biasa aja, pake jeans, pake cardigan, pake jilbab warna cerah. Has a very respectful job, smart and friendly. So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought for once we are all becoming more and more civilized every day. Ternyata masih ada orang2 menyedihkan yang hidup dalam tempurung. Menelan bulat-bulat berita-berita ga jelas dari media media semacam Telegraaf yang hyper-dramatic. Jadi korban hyperrealism yang percaya bahwa orang Islam itu identik dengan orang bersorban yang naik kuda sambil bawa pedang sambil teriak La Ilaaha Illallah dan memenggal kepala orang-orang. Hello guys? Don't you know the propaganda theory? How media coverage is determined by their owner's political needs? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oops. I forgot I'm talking to the wrong audience&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-2620238258021709523?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2620238258021709523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=2620238258021709523' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/2620238258021709523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/2620238258021709523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/05/haters-yang-bergentayangan-sequel.html' title='Haters yang bergentayangan - the sequel'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/Shz9buRcWlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ma-18uiqCR0/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-3451051571078959653</id><published>2009-05-18T12:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:53:00.362+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Little seeds for the seekers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/ShFJqvpigjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/o3IMIv89d_o/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/ShFJqvpigjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/o3IMIv89d_o/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337128032104776242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coroflot.com/"&gt;Coroflot&lt;/a&gt;, itu nama forum dimana diriku jadi member selama 6 bulan terakhir (rasanya). Mereka melabeli dirinya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the creative world at works&lt;/span&gt;. Jadi, semua creative worker dan desainer dari segala field tumplek blek disitu. Ada UI designers, advertising folks, fotografer, web designer, product designers, sketch artists, interface designers mulai dari web interface sampe mobile application interface. Pokoknya semuanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asyiknya, kita cuma ga sekedar bisa posting portfolio atau cari2 kerja. Di forum ini, para "guru" juga hadir dengan &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Creative Seeds&lt;/span&gt;. Seeds disini maksudnya words of advices, yang ga hanya ngena untuk orang2 yang terjun di creative works (yup, these advices apply to all job seekers and young professionals in general). Kadang bisa bikin para new grads terhibur juga termotivasi dengan jatuh bangun semasa pencarian. Yeah... pencarian eksistensi diri dalam profesi pilihan kita, juga eksistensi diri secara umum (isn't that one thing a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;career&lt;/span&gt; supposed to do to us?) Mereka menekankan pentingnya being smart, komunikatif, dan efisien, tapi jangan pernah lupa untuk take it easy and play it by ear. Coba baca &lt;a href="http://www.coroflot.com/creativeseeds/2009/04/five_successful_practices_for.asp"&gt;Five Successful Practices... and The Glory of Screwing Ups&lt;/a&gt;. It made me smile :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru aja, aku dapat another advice of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's always fun to talk with a professionally mixed group of people about why the iPod did so well. The ad people say it was the ad campaign. The UI people say it's the interface. The business people point to the iTunes store, and the ID kids say it's a beautiful object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's right? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They're all right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Apple is great because they don't let anything slide. Neither do good designers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another grrrrrreat advice, about "building network" :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The term 'networking' always seems kind of sleazy for some reason. I think if it as relationship building and searching for others with common goals, needs, interests... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not for everyone, people tend to either like or dislike me. Best to get that out of the way right away instead of pretending to be someone else at first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Michael diTullo, Design Director - Converse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artikel kompletnya bisa dibaca di &lt;a href="http://www.coroflot.com/creativeseeds/2009/04/michael_ditullos_advice_to_des.asp"&gt;sini&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moral of the day: &lt;/span&gt;mending baca2 career advice di Coroflot daripada ngamuk2 ga jelas sama orang2 yang lebih ga jelas lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mengembalikan sandal ke dalam kotaknya*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-3451051571078959653?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3451051571078959653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=3451051571078959653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/3451051571078959653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/3451051571078959653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-seeds-for-seekers.html' title='Little seeds for the seekers'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/ShFJqvpigjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/o3IMIv89d_o/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-1452782810687243465</id><published>2009-05-17T12:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:54:15.026+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prewords: maaf, numpang ngamuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/Sg_rgauCc4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vCpu8fT_w_8/s1600-h/P5T1_angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/Sg_rgauCc4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vCpu8fT_w_8/s320/P5T1_angry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336743025618088834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang2 aku tuh bingung.&lt;br /&gt;Orang2 itu ngakunya kritis kek, seneng debat kek, senang cari ilmu kek.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi apa yg terjadi?????????????????&lt;br /&gt;Waktu lagi debat, yg dipaksakan argumennya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun kuakui, deliverynya begitu "terbungkus" dengan rapi, seolah2 dia tidak sedang menantang atau memaksakan kehendak.&lt;br /&gt;Awalnya kayaknya ngajak "bertukar pikiran."&lt;br /&gt;Tapi intine yo pancet ae.&lt;br /&gt;Nantang!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, opo iku? Gak main... pek, pek. Katanya orang pinter, pengen debat cantik, pengen cari ilmu. Ternyata cuma di mulut saja. EGO. EGO. EGO. EGO. Yo kono EGOmu emplok-emplok'en cek wareg, mbleneg, muneg!!!! Nanti kalo mati, apa yg mau saudara bawa ke akhirat sana? EGO? Lha mana debat cantik itu???? Ada juga debat peyot. Uwelek, nggletek, pancet ae yo!!!!!!!!!! Huuuu! *balang sandal*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang namanya DEBAT itu ya tujuannya sharing ilmu, bukan berusaha menghanyutkan lawan bicara anda dan memaksakan pikiran anda sendiri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mboh wis&lt;br /&gt;Ngamuk aku&lt;br /&gt;Panas ndasku&lt;br /&gt;Hihhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh $#(*#(%*)(#)(%&amp;amp;)&amp;amp;%*#$&amp;amp;%*#*%&amp;amp;#*#)(*#(%&amp;amp;(!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-1452782810687243465?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1452782810687243465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=1452782810687243465' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/1452782810687243465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/1452782810687243465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/05/hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/Sg_rgauCc4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vCpu8fT_w_8/s72-c/P5T1_angry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-6398581974211231803</id><published>2009-05-01T14:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:16:19.624+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to time</title><content type='html'>Habis ngrapiin file2 lama di kangmasmac. Nemu foto2 lamaku sama Komarku sayang mulai dari jaman culun (tahun pertama kuliah), pacaran, sampe nikah.&lt;br /&gt;Lucu :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ultah Komar, 30 Nov 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrxjHkt-SI/AAAAAAAAAJI/uH65szm_7S8/s1600-h/101-0138_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrxjHkt-SI/AAAAAAAAAJI/uH65szm_7S8/s320/101-0138_IMG.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330838694577174818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrxsVjUt8I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HAEILVQPpMs/s1600-h/101-0140_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrxsVjUt8I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HAEILVQPpMs/s320/101-0140_IMG.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330838852948244418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ini waktu itu lagi bercanda2 di kamarnya Dory (rode kruislaan), habis ngrayain ultah Komar.&lt;br /&gt;Aku dah lupa gimana awalnya, pokoknya endingnya kita jadi gebuk2an bantal di kasur.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe... a little preview of what's coming up six years later :P Bedanya yg ini diwarnai keusilan, dan yg 6 tahun kemudian....... ah sudahlah. Better stop here daripada too much information :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pesantren Kilat, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfryaYA6yPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hefAG2AHy1k/s1600-h/PK03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfryaYA6yPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hefAG2AHy1k/s320/PK03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330839643883227378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Komar upper row paling kiri, aku lower row paling kiri juga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaman baru jadian, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/Sfr0ev4RNwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IJw3mIEaiHY/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/Sfr0ev4RNwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IJw3mIEaiHY/s320/Photo+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330841918032131842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And finally... beberapa menit setelah akad nikah, 8-10-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/Sfr1L-usMKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/poMrCFk2SZo/s1600-h/neysaarie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/Sfr1L-usMKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/poMrCFk2SZo/s320/neysaarie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330842695112601762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimana? Banyak perbedaan juga ternyata ya. Terutama muka, banyak berubahnya :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Love u, mbrotje :-*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-6398581974211231803?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6398581974211231803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=6398581974211231803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/6398581974211231803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/6398581974211231803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-to-time.html' title='Time to time'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrxjHkt-SI/AAAAAAAAAJI/uH65szm_7S8/s72-c/101-0138_IMG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-1605418551638156975</id><published>2009-04-21T16:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T17:02:44.649+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Word.</title><content type='html'>I went to the store yesterday, and asked them for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy life&lt;/span&gt;. They said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no such thing as a happy life. However there is one thing that's close enough, it goes by the name&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; extraordinary life&lt;/span&gt;. It's basically just an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ordinary life&lt;/span&gt; mixed with the zest and richness of its own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does it make me happy?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it does have happiness but it also comes with sadness, failures and unfortunate events."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it possible to omit the sadness ingredient?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, cause it's part of the richness. That's what makes the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ordinary life&lt;/span&gt; extraordinary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'd have to agree with their point. There is no actual happy life or extraordinary life, just ordinary life blended with the richness of it. And who's to discover the richness but ourselves. Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Amstelveen, April 21 2009. Inspired by a series of unfortunate events and a friend's thought)&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/7833090349956451849-1605418551638156975?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1605418551638156975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=1605418551638156975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/1605418551638156975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/1605418551638156975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/04/word.html' title='Word.'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-6349030216695899069</id><published>2009-04-20T11:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:37:19.538+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Suroboyoku...</title><content type='html'>Seorang teman baik baru aja balik dari Indonesia, liburan with her spouse. They happened to pay a short visit to Surabaya, my hometown. Her spouse told me about the poorly-maintained historic sites at the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi keinget2 aja tentang hal2 yg biasanya aku lakukan kalau lagi pulang ke Surabaya. Rarely do I visit historic sites and museums. Jangankan historic sites, public spaces seperti mall, kebun binatang, taman.. - oh wait, yes I forgot: tidak ada taman di surabaya :D - .., dan pantai pun bukan objects of my preference. I only go to mall to buy stuff that I need to take home (Holland home, I mean). And I avoid zoo in Indo because I'm against them. Seeing animals in their bad shape, diberi makan tidak semestinya dan tidak diperhatikan kesehatannya, hanya akan membuat aku menangis. I probably still consider visiting zoo in Holland (karena disini walau dikurung binatang2nya at least masih sehat dan gemuk), but definitely not in Indo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the heritage, the museums, the "tourist" spots? Nope. It will only break my heart, seeing those "tourists" memperlakukan tempat2 itu dengan semena-mena. Plus, trust me, museums in Surabaya gak laku. Terakhir aku pergi ke musium Mpu Tantular, kesan yg aku dapat hanya debu yang menumpuk dan barang2 perunggu yang kehilangan kilaunya. Sedih, cuma itu yang aku rasakan. Apalagi kalau ke heritage sites seperti Trowulan, bekas kerajaan Majapahit di pinggir Mojokerto, which I did actually visit. Sedihnya saat itu, melihat tempat dimana dulu berdiri kerajaan yang diagung-agungkan sebagai kejayaan Nusantara di masa lampau, tidak dirawat dengan semestinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makanya, kadang aku juga bingung. What makes Surabaya "So Surabaya" for me? I guess going home, in my sense, is merely nostalgic needs. Kangen keluarga, teman-teman lama, kangen masakan rumah, kangen "suasana". That, by far, defines my sense of belonging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, kalau ada teman bule yang minta rekomendasi "things to do in Surabaya", biasanya aku sarankan: just explore the local experience. Do what the locals do: explore the kampung, eat at the warungs. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enjoy the local ambience&lt;/span&gt;, and most importantly: the food. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Blusukan&lt;/span&gt;, bahasa jawanya. Yah... bagiku itulah yang terbaik yang bisa ditawarkan kampung halamanku. Walaupun aku paham sih... blusukan ini agak2 sulit kalau anda tidak lancar ngomong jawa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suroboyoan&lt;/span&gt;, memiliki tampang lokal dan "menyamar" (baca: ride on a motorbike and wear nothing but jins buluk, kaos gombrong &amp;amp; sandalan :p).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of East Java in general, is another case. Jawa Timur punya alam pegunungan yang cantik, yang membuat propinsi ini potensial dalam Ecotourism. Nature trekking, IMHO, is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;creme de la creme&lt;/span&gt; of its tourist attraction. Coba pergi ke Malang dari Surabaya lewat jalur Pacet, Mojokerto. Lewat di kaki Gunung Semeru.... Subhanallah, indah sekali. Sunrise in Pananjakan, "sand-surfing" at Bromo. Wisata Bahari Lamongan. Kalo suka pantai, Tuban juga bagus, makan ikan laut di pinggir pantainya slrrp... dijamin lebih nyaman dan tentram daripada di Jimbaran (kotanya juga unik, ada klenteng yang pake simbol kepiting instead of naga.. hi hi hi). Desa Tengger - altho agak susah masuknya karena masyarakat desa ini cukup tertutup (alhamdulillah dulu sempet kesana karena study tour SMA). Pengen liat upacara Kasada-nya.. hiks. Ah masih banyak lagi yang belum sempet kukunjungi. Batu, Tretes &amp;amp; Trawas, the most common destination, dulu sih bagus jaman aku kecil. Sekarang udah terlalu penuh, ambiencenya ga enak lagi, kurang tranquil. Bagiku, Tretes-Trawas-Batu layaknya Kuta-nya Bali. Padat, dan overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time kalau pulang pengen ajak &lt;a href="http://www.arief.eu/"&gt;cah Semarang ini&lt;/a&gt; ke Pacet, dan naik lagi ke lereng gunungnya. Nature trekking ke persawahan dengan pemandangan latar yang hebat: gunung Semeru dan anak2nya. Moga2 bisa terlaksana :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SexQPNu73kI/AAAAAAAAAHw/o5T9RmpGwSU/s1600-h/Pacet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SexQPNu73kI/AAAAAAAAAHw/o5T9RmpGwSU/s320/Pacet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326720681587236418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-6349030216695899069?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6349030216695899069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=6349030216695899069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/6349030216695899069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/6349030216695899069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/04/suroboyoku.html' title='Suroboyoku...'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SexQPNu73kI/AAAAAAAAAHw/o5T9RmpGwSU/s72-c/Pacet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-3539755923839769586</id><published>2009-03-12T16:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:39:15.964+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mukabuku dan Beri Hitam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/Sbkq2OCvP6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Js0B017L9R8/s1600-h/Blackberry_juice_by_PoisGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/Sbkq2OCvP6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Js0B017L9R8/s320/Blackberry_juice_by_PoisGirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312324346431094690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katanya orang2 indo lagi demam dua hal itu...&lt;br /&gt;Mukabuku, dan Beri Hitam. Well, dua hal yg lagi ramai diperbincangkan selain &lt;a href="http://www.detiknews.com/read/2009/02/17/143916/1086152/10/air-berkhasiat-ponari-sweat-jadi-guyonan-di-internet"&gt;Ponari Potter and the Celup Stone&lt;/a&gt;. Oh, dan Caleg. Hihihihi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, lets review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mukabuku&lt;/span&gt;. Oke, emang kok jujur aja lebih asyiiiiiik daripada F***nd****. F***nd**** kan super duper bapuk, kuno, dan penuh dengan orang2..., ahum, amatir. Mukabuku asyik ada game2nya, kuis2, dan lebih interaktif. Dan emang kok, seems like everyone's in it. Gak cuma temen2 sebaya, tapi dari bude-pakdeku sampe pembimbing pengajian semuaaaa ada di situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, dan barusan I found out bokap mertuaku juga bermukabuku ria. Waw. Komentarnya si &lt;a href="http://tikus-ilang.blogspot.com/"&gt;ulm&lt;/a&gt; bener2 valid. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;They're coming.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beri hitam&lt;/span&gt;. Well, jujur aku sendiri juga pengguna beri hitam. Tapi sejauh ini belum kupasang GPRSnya, karena mesti nambah abonemen lagi (aku salah pengertian pas milih paket, kupikir dah termasuk, ternyata nggak). Earlier today when I phoned my mom she was babbling all around tentang betapa asyiknya bisa stay connected dg email2 dan kerjaan2nya (yang emang mengharuskan dia siap 24 jam) all the time. I guess that's the big plus that everyone should run after, bukan karena trend atau apalah. Kuakui organizernya emang lebih mudah dipakai. It helps me a lot, terutama mengingatkan jadwal2 interview thesis dan janji2 mengunjungi orang2, karena aku emang pelupa. Ada memo, yang bisa kujadikan gantinya TextEdit buat ngetik ide2 buat thesis or kerjaan yang suka muncul ditengah jalan, dan lagi agendanya bisa di customize sedemikian rupa jadi target/goal plannerku. Nice. Perhaps later I'll get the GPRS connection fixed, sepertinya menyenangkan juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah begitulah review kecil2an gak jelas.&lt;br /&gt;Katanya nih (dari detik.com) orang ngantre buat abonemen Beri Hitam di indo bisa sampai 250-an lebih sehari. Baguslah kalau Beri Hitam bisa membantu efektifitas kegiatan mereka sehari2. Tapi kalau cuma buang2 uang demi hanya bisa mukabuku-an dimana saja kapan saja, ehmm.... Beli smartphone yang buat low-end market juga bisa kali (nokia atau apalah), ga perlu sampe Beri Hitam yang seri Badai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katanya sih next wave: mini netbook. Oh, dan iPhone 3G segera masuk indonesia. Ck ck ck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-3539755923839769586?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3539755923839769586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=3539755923839769586' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/3539755923839769586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/3539755923839769586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/03/mukabuku-dan-beri-hitam.html' title='Mukabuku dan Beri Hitam'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/Sbkq2OCvP6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Js0B017L9R8/s72-c/Blackberry_juice_by_PoisGirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-7660933237070889304</id><published>2009-02-27T10:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:56:57.572+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sepuluh ping sepuluh, cepek dehhh</title><content type='html'>Menjelang Pemilu...&lt;br /&gt;Suasana ramai.. (halah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana dengan si cemplon?&lt;br /&gt;Si cemplon sudah mempersiapkan diri dounk..&lt;br /&gt;Udah daftar ke KBRI...&lt;br /&gt;Tinggal nunggu surat suara dikirim lewat pos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milih nggak?&lt;br /&gt;Tadinya sih mau milih.. berhubung sudah ada partai yang dikebetin..&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sekarang, aku memilih untuk menjawab &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"undecided."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalimat "The more you know, the more you fear" emang benar adanya.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi jangan salahkan aku donk.&lt;br /&gt;Masa orang mau milih partai gak tau apa2 tentang partainya? Aku gak mau jadi orang yg sekedar latah (termasuk juga latah teknologi, no no no!!!) Berhak kan aku, mencari2 informasi dan tanya2 sana sini (dari sumber yg terpercaya tentunya).&lt;br /&gt;Jangan salahkan aku dong kalo jadi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ragu-ragu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; detik2 terakhir gini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, aku memilih undecided dulu lah. Tetap berpikiran positif. Plus ada pertimbangan2 yg membuat acara nyoblos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;masih&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worth it.&lt;/span&gt; So... we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sementara itu,&lt;br /&gt;banyak orang yg jadi seleb mendadak karena pemilu.&lt;br /&gt;Ada juga yg haree geneee masih main lagu lama. Pengen cari sensasi. Gak capek ya? Kita2 yg ngliat aja dah sampe bosen. Dari dulu cari sensasi. Tapi beraninya ya pake cara yg gitu2 aja.  Kalo ga, milis jadi sasaran. Dasar kampungan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cepe' dehhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S.: Daripada marah2 mending liat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://janganbikinmalu2009.com/web/galeri.php"&gt;http://janganbikinmalu2009.com/web/galeri.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; :D Tapi awas loadingnya lambat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.P.S: Hmm... orang berkoteka aja pakai hak pilih, masak aku yg udah tersentuh peradaban modern gini ga pake hak pilih? *berpikir2 lagi*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/Sae4U9KD9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Ht2eWqP89O8/s1600-h/pemilu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/Sae4U9KD9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Ht2eWqP89O8/s320/pemilu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307413356033078930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-7660933237070889304?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7660933237070889304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=7660933237070889304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/7660933237070889304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/7660933237070889304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/02/sepuluh-ping-sepuluh-cepek-dehhh.html' title='sepuluh ping sepuluh, cepek dehhh'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/Sae4U9KD9pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Ht2eWqP89O8/s72-c/pemilu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-815772475317229195</id><published>2009-02-09T22:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:04:41.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Rasa Salah yang Menyenangkan" (guilty pleasure)</title><content type='html'>This is one of my ultimate guilty pleasures - aside of watching romantic comedies and reading chick flicks, of course :D &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ice cream? Chocolate? Candies? Hey - they're nutritions!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, apparently &lt;a href="http://www.slesta.com/blog.html"&gt;slesta&lt;/a&gt; has tagged whoever's reading her &lt;a href="http://www.slesta.com/blog.html"&gt;baton&lt;/a&gt;. And since I happened to read her blog, ok... I pass it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;25 FACTS ABOUT ME&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The first thing my mom said to me after I was born was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Aduh Dek, kamu kok jelek banget sih?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*gubrak*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have Chinese ancestries from my father's side&lt;/span&gt;. My great grandmother was an Indo-Chinese who married a Javanese man. We called her A'i (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which strangely means "auntie" in chinese&lt;/span&gt;), and she passed away when I was 8 y.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I grew up dreaming to be an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;author&lt;/span&gt;. And my idol was &lt;a href="http://tokohindonesia.com/ensiklopedi/n/nh-dini/index.shtml"&gt;N.H. Dini&lt;/a&gt;. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SZGcNUHx1BI/AAAAAAAAAG8/m5aLRgJXaYI/s1600-h/writer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SZGcNUHx1BI/AAAAAAAAAG8/m5aLRgJXaYI/s320/writer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301189988945351698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;of course I didnt use laptop back in the day, but u got the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To date, my Mom, some of my closest om's &amp;amp; tante's and old bestfriends, still call me by my childhood nickname &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Echa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As a child I cried watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oliver &amp;amp; Company&lt;/span&gt; (when they play the song "Good Company") &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Lion King&lt;/span&gt; (the scene where Mufasa died). I watched Lion King in the cinema 3 times in total, all crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SZGEpKVEitI/AAAAAAAAAGc/eopdrPJkFkQ/s1600-h/oliver_and_company.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SZGEpKVEitI/AAAAAAAAAGc/eopdrPJkFkQ/s320/oliver_and_company.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301164079074020050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I always knew I wanted a cat, like Jenny Foxsworth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had an imaginary friend; A squirrel-wizard&lt;/span&gt;, whom I nicknamed "Bajing" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ugh, ga kreatif emang...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;, and to visit me he travelled with a flying umbrella like that of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Poppins_%28film%29"&gt;Mary Poppin&lt;/a&gt;'s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As a child, I acted "attempting suicide" several times if my parents refused to grant what I want&lt;/span&gt;. How? Either by A. Stabbing fork on to my neck, B. jumping down from wardrobe closet, or C. brutally seizing my neck using my own hands :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, mission failed. I eventually had to come out with different scenario: crying hysterically :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SZGIGbLsuKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/08pravHQCG0/s1600-h/it-might.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SZGIGbLsuKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/08pravHQCG0/s320/it-might.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301167880349202594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"AAAAGH! I SWEAR! I SWEAR I'M DYING NOW... YOU'LL REGRET!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In junior high I took Electronics study for extra cu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rricular program&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muatan lokal&lt;/span&gt;) for the whole 3 yrs since I avoided being "too girlish".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I always thought I'd be the last one to get married&lt;/span&gt; among my junior high "gank" girls, and turned out I am the 3rd out of the 6 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During primary school I visited Malang regularly since my grandparents live there, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I always said "I'd love to go to a highschool in Malang." Later on, this dream came true&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I started speaking Javanese and adopted thick East Javanese dialect in senior high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My fave subject of all time was English&lt;/span&gt;, and the least fave: Accounting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date - from time to time - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've had 8 cats, 2 caterpillars, 2 snails, 2 roosters, a hen, and around 10 millipedes as pets&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I moved out of my parents' shelters when I was 18&lt;/span&gt;, to study in a land 7000 miles away, and it is one of the best decisions I had ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My craziest birthday-present request ever would be: a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hedgehog&lt;/span&gt;. My parents instantly refused, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SZGZg-4mYcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/L7w08eNZLHs/s1600-h/Hedgehog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SZGZg-4mYcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/L7w08eNZLHs/s320/Hedgehog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301187028307042754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG hedgehog. What was I thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My first year in NL was the toughest year in my life&lt;/span&gt; - yet the most memorable one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Decision I regretted the most&lt;/span&gt; was to go on with my second internship in &lt;a href="http://www.apcoworldwide.com/"&gt;APCO Indonesia&lt;/a&gt; - how I wish I had chosen a different company. But now, I try to look at the brighter side of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;a href="http://slesta.com/"&gt;slesta&lt;/a&gt;, I think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am a self-learner&lt;/span&gt; too. Most of my skills I learned mostly by myself, including cooking, computer, using internet, typing, designing, drawing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was a late bloomer&lt;/span&gt;. I finally gained "normal" weight, feminine hip, defined waist and breasts when I was 20. Before? Total twiggy. That's the reason I never feel obsessed with body form, weight... whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up until now I have lived in 7 different cities&lt;/span&gt; throughout my life: Surabaya (14 yrs), Sidoarjo (1 yr), Malang (3 yrs), Diemen (1,5 yrs), Jakarta (1 yr), Amsterdam (2,5 yrs) and now Amstelveen (1,5 yrs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I once involved in a hit-and-run accident&lt;/span&gt;. I was 17, just got my license, and driving home around 6 pm-ish when I hit a motorcyclist. I glanced and saw he was okay, so I hit the 4th gear and blasted. I feel so terrible everytime I recalled that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SZGt4P1NlpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_q6P6-B3SSs/s1600-h/Vacationing+Stick+Girl.LL87.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SZGt4P1NlpI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_q6P6-B3SSs/s320/Vacationing+Stick+Girl.LL87.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301209418225784466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look closer - this is actually an embroidery. cute huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cities in my travel wishlist are: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mecca"&gt;holy city of Mecca&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_York_City"&gt;the Big Apple &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, London and Hong Kong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got married a lot earlier than I expected, to someone totally unexpected :)&lt;/span&gt; I have always believed that our life is indeed full of God's surprises... and after that happened I am believing it even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said in the beginning, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have three guilty pleasures&lt;/span&gt;: romantic comedies, chick flicks and blog batons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am a Muslim. &lt;/span&gt;Well, it's obvious :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done :)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt; Weird - I've been like this since I was little. It's in my blood. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, tag time..&lt;br /&gt;Well, I tag &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; all who's been reading mine. Have fun rediscovering your long-forgotten freaky facts! Relax... Compared to mine, I'm sure they won't sound &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(*pics courtesy of: "writer" - self collection, "oliver&amp;amp; co" - coverbrowser.com, "suicide" - nataliedee.com, "hedgehog" - theviewfromdubai.com, and "traveler" - logosportswear.com)&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/7833090349956451849-815772475317229195?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/815772475317229195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=815772475317229195' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/815772475317229195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/815772475317229195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/02/rasa-salah-yang-menyenangkan-guilty.html' title='&quot;Rasa Salah yang Menyenangkan&quot; (guilty pleasure)'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SZGcNUHx1BI/AAAAAAAAAG8/m5aLRgJXaYI/s72-c/writer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-4641542738463892511</id><published>2009-02-05T10:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:14:59.451+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sebuah pencarian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SYrQTNbMsTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/wHYZT0lYz9w/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SYrQTNbMsTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/wHYZT0lYz9w/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299276939994640690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak kemarin (atau mungkin 2 hari lalu) saya menyadari ada yang berubah dari "status" seorang teman...&lt;br /&gt;Saya mungkin nggak dekat sama dia, cuma sebatas teman satu SMA dulu. Dulupun sekedar saling menyapa - saling senyum - atau kontak seadanya yg kebanyakan masalah kegiatan siswa.&lt;br /&gt;Nggak pernah dekat secara personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tetap saja, waktu saya menyadari ada perubahan ini, saya senang sekali :)&lt;br /&gt;Padahal mungkin, hal ini kan hal yang sangat personal. Sudah personal, isu sensitif lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Termasuk salah satu hak asasi manusia yang paling mendasar.&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya udah personal, mendasar, plus sensitif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya,&lt;br /&gt;teman saya ini pindah agama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentu saja agama dia sekarang membuat saya senang,&lt;br /&gt;tapi ada yg lebih saya senangi, yaitu pencariannya akan Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;Menurut saya (dan ini pendapat pribadi ya),&lt;br /&gt;percuma punya status beragama kalau tidak mencari Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;Gimanapun juga, yang paling penting itu kemauan untuk berusaha mengenal Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lihat saja ke sekitar kita, dunia udah makin gila.&lt;br /&gt;Terutama negara kita. Tiap pagi saya sudah depresi duluan baca detik.com. Aduhh...&lt;br /&gt;Nah,&lt;br /&gt;menjalankan nilai-nilai agama, adalah satu cara efektif (dan mungkin satu-satunya) untuk menjaga kita agar tetap "waras".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyakinan akan Tuhan, memberi kita rasa damai dan tenang.&lt;br /&gt;Kedamaian dan ketenangan membuat kita sabar dalam menghadapi masalah,&lt;br /&gt;Membuat kepala kita tetap "dingin" ketika membuat keputusan :)&lt;br /&gt;Menyalakan semangat kita untuk mengisi hari-hari di dunia yang singkat ini, dengan positif.&lt;br /&gt;Menjaga kita supaya tidak egois, dan meneruskan kasih sayang ke sesama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah kalau saya pribadi,&lt;br /&gt;kedamaian, ketenangan dan semangat itu, saya dapat dari agama saya. Islam.&lt;br /&gt;Dan, Kristen-Katolik-Hindu-Budha dan agama lain juga memberikan ketenangan.&lt;br /&gt;Saya yakin, demikianlah kita harus fair atau adil dalam memandang agama lain - agama selain yg kita peluk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai manusia yg wajib berlaku adil, dewasakah kita kalau masih aja menuding-nuding agama lain yang nggak-nggak?&lt;br /&gt;Kalau pakemnya jelas, nggak sesat (misal menyuruh pengikutnya menuhankan makhluk hidup lain - kambing, atau manusia lain, contohnya) kenapa harus dituding yang bukan-bukan? Cape' deh.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalaupun anda ingin mengajak-ngajak orang lain masuk agama anda, pasti ada cara yg lebih adil... daripada dengan cara menghasut yang nggak-nggak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, kenapa kita harus benci berlebihan... Adakah agama yg mengajarkan orang untuk saling membenci berlebih-lebihan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya mungkin bukan orang yang paling berilmu dalam agama,&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yang saya tahu...,&lt;br /&gt;Semua agama (kecuali aliran sesat lo ya) bersumber dari damai, dan mengajak ke kedamaian.&lt;br /&gt;Dan selama kita mencari dan berusaha mengenali Tuhan, saya yakin disitu ada kebenaran.&lt;br /&gt;CMIIW... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudah2an berkenan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-4641542738463892511?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4641542738463892511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=4641542738463892511' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/4641542738463892511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/4641542738463892511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/02/sebuah-pencarian.html' title='Sebuah pencarian'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SYrQTNbMsTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/wHYZT0lYz9w/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-8417261048319839713</id><published>2009-01-22T10:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:33:08.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicles of Wisdom Tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SXhKE9et3bI/AAAAAAAAAF0/yxi9coTVMFY/s1600-h/runtoothrun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SXhKE9et3bI/AAAAAAAAAF0/yxi9coTVMFY/s320/runtoothrun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294062811057348018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I could *finally* get rid of my health+dental insurance (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;since I'm on tight budget and some extra 107,5 €/ month would be super nice&lt;/span&gt;) the nightmare finally outbreaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wisdom tooth. Erupting. Well, seems like it. Not sure yet until I got my lovely swollen jaw checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid my last visit to my dentist in November, for regular control... and everything looked fine. All the fillings in my molars ( yes, 5 out of my 8 molars has fillings...) seemed o.k. And no extra cavities, pfiuuh. I've been pretty good with my teeth all year long, post my 2007 toothache trauma.&lt;br /&gt;I thought, if from thereon I just had to pay 40 € every 6 months... what's the need of my maximal-500-euro-coverage dental insurance anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my basic health insurance? Peh. I could just cut it out of my monthly bill along with my dental insurance. Never used it anyway. And when it's time to renew my residence permit (which requires one to be insured under a health insurance) I can just apply for a new one, say circa one or two months ahead. Which I will hang on for only one or two months after I got my residence permit :D So, out of 12 months in a year I would just pay the insurance &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;premie &lt;/span&gt;for 4-5 months. Smart idea :D (Hey, don't judge me yet... blame the Dutch government and their obsolete requirements).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, initially, that was the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it seems that I'd still need to keep my insurance... most seemingly to cover the cost of the wisdom-tooth-extraction. That means another molar removal for me..... NOOOOOOO! I had my last one on May '08... and now another one...???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh... when is this never-ending dental horror ever gonna end? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*pic taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://thecriticalhit.com/blog/2008/02/06/wisdom-thoof/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. This dude also wrote a very SOUND explanation about how the wisdom tooth surgery would look like. Beware and get a grip before reading it.&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/7833090349956451849-8417261048319839713?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8417261048319839713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=8417261048319839713' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/8417261048319839713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/8417261048319839713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/01/chronicles-of-wisdom-tooth.html' title='The Chronicles of Wisdom Tooth'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SXhKE9et3bI/AAAAAAAAAF0/yxi9coTVMFY/s72-c/runtoothrun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-5947774364160160978</id><published>2009-01-17T17:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:37:41.654+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Neysa</title><content type='html'>Ngomong2 soal namaku.&lt;br /&gt;Pagi ini, kenalan sama temennya Komar di YM. Seperti biasa, namaku di misspelled jadi "NESYA".&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, yg gak biasa adalah dia langsung sadar dan ngoreksi2 sendiri :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dia: Yang sabar2 ya Nesya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dia: Eh, maaf ya, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neysa&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku: :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Komentarnya komar: wah, baru kali ini aku nemu orang yang minta maaf gara2 salah ngeja namamu :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya,ya. Namaku udah jadi kesalahan umum kok.&lt;br /&gt;Sampe2 aku males sendiri. Kadang2 aku sendiri yg nyebut namaku "Nesya". Daripada harus menjelaskan selama 2-3 menit (kadang lebih) bagaimana mengeja namaku yang benar, dari bahasa apa namaku berasal, dan apa artinya. (pertanyaan2 yang biasanya ditanyakan orang2 saat kenalan sama aku).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gara2 kejadian pagi ini, jadi penasaran gimana namaku ditulis dalam bahasa Yunani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, apparently, this is how my name is written in its derivative language (Greek) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SXIER82V9bI/AAAAAAAAAFs/N7tlFdgGG_k/s1600-h/neysa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 37px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SXIER82V9bI/AAAAAAAAAFs/N7tlFdgGG_k/s320/neysa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292297218552100274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;Iseng2, nemu modern latin to Greek symbols converter.&lt;a href="http://www.typegreek.com/"&gt; http://www.typegreek.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kembali soal pertanyaan2 yg biasanya muncul saat kenalan sama aku,&lt;br /&gt;Biasanya orang juga terus tanya "Darimana orangtuamu dapat ide nama itu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulunya aku pikir, pasti sophisticated (as sophisticated as my name sounds.. kqkqkq pede :D)&lt;br /&gt;I thought, perhaps it was a character name my mom found in a roman-novel she was reading,&lt;br /&gt;Or my dad, while watching an epic movie about Greek god/goddess,&lt;br /&gt;Or my grandfather, while perusing a bible about philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata, waktu aku tanya, ibuku menjawabnya dengan kalem dan enteng:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Lihat di buku nama-nama bayi, beli di toko buku, dulu harganya 1500-an."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gubrak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-5947774364160160978?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5947774364160160978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=5947774364160160978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/5947774364160160978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/5947774364160160978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/01/neysa.html' title='Neysa'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SXIER82V9bI/AAAAAAAAAFs/N7tlFdgGG_k/s72-c/neysa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-9180352788493875612</id><published>2009-01-05T19:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:33:57.725+01:00</updated><title type='text'>au uat eayain aun auu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SWJRQwakcMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/q77L1Lk7E3w/s1600-h/koran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SWJRQwakcMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/q77L1Lk7E3w/s320/koran.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287878260802482370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwa..kwakakakkakaka...&lt;br /&gt;U'in a'ena au i'ual uat 'eyi econ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nicetry.tumblr.com/"&gt;nicetry&lt;/a&gt; is the best :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*akhir2 ini lebih seneng nicetry daripada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://ngupingjakarta.blogspot.com/"&gt;ngupingjakarta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; yg tambah garing &amp;amp; humornya redundan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-9180352788493875612?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/9180352788493875612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=9180352788493875612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/9180352788493875612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/9180352788493875612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/01/au-uat-eayain-aun-auu.html' title='au uat eayain aun auu'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SWJRQwakcMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/q77L1Lk7E3w/s72-c/koran.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-922829054114759238</id><published>2009-01-04T12:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:45:57.792+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SWCfMi_UmfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PILOjUQCWqw/s1600-h/2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SWCfMi_UmfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PILOjUQCWqw/s320/2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287401000432605682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tahun 2009 sudah tiba, leaving 2008 behind. Tambah umur, tapi berkurang umur juga. Hiks T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my many wishes for 2009 is simple. Mudah2an di tahun ini bisa makin belajar jadi istri yang baik. Cieeeeh :D&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait to begin with my new study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya masih banyak lagi harapan2 di th 2009. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Israeli-Palestinian_conflict"&gt;Perdamaian&lt;/a&gt; salah satunya.... amin.&lt;br /&gt;Satu lagi kesembuhan. Masa liburan taun baru gini ik &amp;amp; komar sama2 sakit. Sakitnya persis plek lagi. Flu, demam, radang tenggorokan, hidung buntu. Lendirnya tu lo, saking kentelnya sampe bikin sesak napas. Belum lagi phlegm yang ada bercak darahnya... yay! InsyaAllah bukan pneumonia kok (duh jangan sampe), cuma ada luka di tonsil-ku gara2 batuk dan bersin terlalu sering dan terlalu kencang. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how's everyone's new years eve? Had a blast?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-922829054114759238?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/922829054114759238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=922829054114759238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/922829054114759238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/922829054114759238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SWCfMi_UmfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PILOjUQCWqw/s72-c/2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-6190498052753925956</id><published>2008-12-30T13:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:02:49.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Keceng</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SVobbAPUOVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5DmnGtQ2bAk/s1600-h/upset-on-weight-scale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SVobbAPUOVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5DmnGtQ2bAk/s320/upset-on-weight-scale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285567263407356242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selama kira-kira 15 tahun dalam hidupku, aku udah puas dipanggil dengan panggilan "keceng" dan bentuk-bentuk turunan ataupun integralnya, seperti:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- kurus&lt;br /&gt;- lunglit (balung - kulit) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*balung artinya tulang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- cungkring&lt;br /&gt;- biting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*artinya lidi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pesakitan -_-&lt;br /&gt;- pengungsi Afrika T_T&lt;br /&gt;- junkies&lt;br /&gt;- dan seterusnya, dan seterusnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku, yang dari lahir sampe kelas 1 SD terhitung ndut (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berat lahirku aja 3.1 kg padahal panjangku cuma 48 cm, bayangkan!!&lt;/span&gt;) tiba-tiba sejak mau naik kelas 2 SD, kata ibu, mulai mengurus. Padahal masih kata ibu, yang namanya susu itu aku doyan banget. Mulai dari susu KLIM (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masih ada ga ya susu ini?&lt;/span&gt;), susu LLM, Dancow, Frisian Flag, sustagen HP, sustagen junior; dari yang tanpa rasa sampe rasa coklat strawberry tutti frutti... semuanya masuk ke perutku. Mau dimimik dingin, anget, sampe digado - yes, susu bubuk disendok langsung dari kaleng atau dimakan di piring kecil :D - semuanya mah ayok aja. Pokoknya susu mania. Siang malem mik susu! Tapi emang, dulu kalo masalah makanan diriku milih-milih banget. Gak doyan sayur, ga doyan buah, maunya daging - nasi - mie. Padahal dipikir-pikir ga masuk akal: bukannya kalo makannya daging dan mimik susu itu harusnya tambah ndut ya? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, akhirnya tubuhku terus menciut sampe SMA. Cungkringnya gak karu-karuan. Mana aku ini pendek, kecil. Klop sudahlah segala jenis julukan yang menyakiti hati mampir ke kupingku. Apalagi kalo udah momen arisan keluarga. Pengen nangis aja denger eyang-eyangku atau om-tanteku nyeletuk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Kurus banget kamu, mbak. Makan yang banyak ini lho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Kok keceng banget anakmu, mangane angel yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ayo ini jajannya habisin Ca, awak lunglit ngene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyaa.. sedih banget pokok'e :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, segala puji syukur bagi Allah, kok ya aku ditakdirkan pindah ke Belanda.&lt;br /&gt;Tahun pertama, badanku emang belum menggendut. Tapi aku dah mulai doyan sayur buah. Sebenernya sih kepepet, habisnya beli sayur kan lebih hemat drpd daging :D Yang jelas, pas taun pertama ini konsumsi produk susuku gila-gilaan. Namanya juga tinggal di belanda, yang namanya keju-mentega-susu-vla-eskrim kan enak banget. Terutama aku doyan banget vla! Bahkan susu aku substitute dengan vla. Instead of mik susu, mimiknya vla. Waks o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun kedua, tubuhku mulai menunjukkan perubahan signifikan. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun ketiga, balik ke Indonesia buat stage. Entah kenapa, aku jadi kurus lagi. Padahal yang namanya makan masih sama rakusnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik ke Belanda lagi th ke empat, sampe sekarang, tubuhku menggendut lagi. Walaupun naik-turun. Kalo pas summer turun, pas winter naik lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang jelas, bye-bye keceng days. Jujur aku senang banget. Makanya kadang aku suka heran kalau ada teman-teman yang komplain dengan tubuhnya yg katanya endut lah, padahal lo.. biasa-biasa aja. Belum pernah ngrasain keceng kayak aku sih! Wong aku aja pengen ndut, temans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada motif-motif revenge juga seh dibalik itu. Jadi kalo pas lagi pulang Indo, ketemu sama saudara-saudara yang dulu ngenyek aku keceng-lunglit-pengungsi Afrika, sekarang komentarnya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Montok ya, kamu.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hihihi... *senang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang aku masih ga bisa ngerti itu, kenapa ya kok aku di Indonesia ga bisa gemuk tapi di Belanda bisa. Apa karena suhu yang lebih dingin? Atau makanan di Belanda lebih bergizi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus kenapa kok dulu tubuhku menggendut begitu pindah kesini. Apa emang bener itu pengaruh sayur-buah yang mulai aku konsumsi sejak disini, atau karena emang pengaruh umur aja? Katanya kan, kalau perempuan, setelah umur 20-an hormon estrogennya lebih aktif. Konon, hormon inilah yang memicu tubuh perempuan jadi menggendut. Benarkah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-6190498052753925956?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/6190498052753925956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=6190498052753925956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/6190498052753925956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/6190498052753925956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2008/12/keceng.html' title='Keceng'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SVobbAPUOVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5DmnGtQ2bAk/s72-c/upset-on-weight-scale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-5333760388638985667</id><published>2008-12-25T13:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T16:00:28.132+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Puas, bahagia, sukses, atau apalah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SVOeVWDnogI/AAAAAAAAAFM/YOE5hXQwJh8/s1600-h/radioactive-happiness-face.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SVOeVWDnogI/AAAAAAAAAFM/YOE5hXQwJh8/s320/radioactive-happiness-face.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283740877370925570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, katanya si A keterima kerja di perusahaan X ya?"&lt;br /&gt;"Iya."&lt;br /&gt;"Hebat yaaaa? Waw... bla bla bla..."&lt;br /&gt;"Err...," &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*mendengarkan dengan gak minat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*akhirnya memilih berkomentar singkat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many times! I heard people commenting on other's achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salahkah diriku? Kalau sama sekali tidak tertarik dengan hal-hal "besar" yang dicapai mereka?&lt;br /&gt;Salahkah diriku? Kalau nggak ngiler menginginkan so-called "kesuksesan", atau apalah yg dinilai "sukses" menurut orang lain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurutku,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita baru bisa iri sama orang lain ketika misalnya dia kehilangan nyawa waktu lagi volunteer menyelamatkan korban bencana alam....&lt;br /&gt;Atau mendirikan sekolah untuk orang-orang miskin, dan rela harta benda waktu dan tenaga semuanya tercurah untuk kepentingan mereka...&lt;br /&gt;Atau menginspirasi orang lain dengan ilmu yang berguna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daripada kalau ada yg keterima kerja di perusahaan besar, jadi eksekutip muda, atau apalah itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lebih baik nih ya, daripada hidup penuh so-called "achievements" itu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enakan bisa hidup bahagia, adem ayem aman tentram, setiap hari..&lt;br /&gt;Being loved, and loving other people..&lt;br /&gt;Dan kalau sudah begitu, kebahagiaan seringkali muncul justru lewat hal-hal sederhana,&lt;br /&gt;Seperti misalnya menikmati jalan kaki di kanal-kanal sepanjang negenstraatjes sore hari, waktu matahari terbenam dengan indahnya,&lt;br /&gt;Sipping a good coffee and having good laugh with friends,&lt;br /&gt;Holding my husband's hands while we walked to the tram station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think happiness doesn't start from achieving what others can...&lt;br /&gt;But it starts from ourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we could value what we achieve every single moment - no matter what it is&lt;br /&gt;When we could accept and respect ourself, be humble and true to ourself&lt;br /&gt;When we're able to enjoy anything we do, every second and everyday&lt;br /&gt;and to love the ones who love us :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-5333760388638985667?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5333760388638985667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=5333760388638985667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/5333760388638985667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/5333760388638985667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2008/12/orang-sukses.html' title='Puas, bahagia, sukses, atau apalah'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SVOeVWDnogI/AAAAAAAAAFM/YOE5hXQwJh8/s72-c/radioactive-happiness-face.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-5622446312188300996</id><published>2008-12-23T15:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T19:03:20.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>God of Fear a la Hirsi Ali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SVEGtDIZQXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Vs2ihHJEpGo/s1600-h/hirsi+ali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SVEGtDIZQXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Vs2ihHJEpGo/s320/hirsi+ali.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283011208886698354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah baca buku ini, cuma satu statementnya si Hirsi Ali yang "nggantung" di otakku.&lt;br /&gt;Bahwa hubungan antar mahluk dan pencipta yang diajarkan di Islam adalah hubungan "takut". Bahwa to praise God, is to fear Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benarkah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Kesimpulan yang diambil si Hirsi itu, mungkin dari pengalamannya sendiri semasa kecil. Growing up in Somalia, dimana sumber daya manusia rendah, I could imagine kebanyakan orang kecerdasannya kurang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang yang mungkin kecerdasannya kurang, gak bisa kalau disuruh beragama dengan disodori konsep-konsep ilmiah dan logis tentang tuhan dan penciptaan dunia serta seisinya. Maka dari itu, mereka diajarkan moral agama dengan konsep lain. Kadang memang pendekatan yang terbaik, adalah dengan meniru sistem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;law enforcement&lt;/span&gt;. Yaitu menekankan ancaman akan hukuman dari Tuhan jika mereka berbuat jahat. Nah mungkin nih ya, mungkin, si Hirsi Ali mengambil kesimpulan seperti itu karena itulah fakta yang terjadi di lingkungan sekitar dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padahal, tentu saja itu cuma satu jenis pendekatan. Masih banyak cara-cara lain dalam mempraktekkan Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkadang, kalau kita melihat orang-orang yang cenderung "literal" dalam mengartikan ajaran Islam dan al-quran, kita seolah-olah melihat bahwa Islam itu keras. Kita lihat semuanya paksaan. Kalau kita nggak menuruti, maka Tuhan akan marah. Yang lupa kita selidiki adalah: benarkah itu esensi Islam? Benarkah ketakutan dan paksaan itu adalah esensi Islam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawabnya: ya bukan laaaah! Bukan ketakutan dan paksaan itu yang lantas jadi esensi dan maksud ajaran Islam, gara-gara ada orang yang kelihatannya "terpaksa" untuk menjalani ajaran itu. Mereka menuruti ajaran itu karena mereka sepakat bahwa itulah yang benar. Itulah yang mereka setujui. Bukannya karena mereka takut atau apalah itu. Esensi Islam adalah &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kesepakatan untuk menuju kehidupan yang lebih baik&lt;/span&gt;. Dan aku rasa, ini esensi semua agama deh. Kristen, Budha, Hindu, Katolik... pasti mengajarkan kebaikan. Dan apakah ketika kita melakukan hal-hal yg baik yg dapat untungnya Tuhan? Ya jelas nggak laaah... yg dapet untung kan kita sendiri sebagai manusia, sebagai mahlukNya. Bayangkan, keuntungan kita berlipat: di dunia kita hidup berdampingan dengan manusia lain dg tentram damai, dan di kehidupan setelah dunia pun begitu. (insyaAllah amin..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa coba yang gak mau kehidupan di dunia yang aman, tentram, damai?&lt;br /&gt;Bayangkan kalau ga ada orang yang suka korupsi. Enak kan?&lt;br /&gt;Bayangkan kalau ga ada orang yang suka sirik sama orang lain. Enak kan? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang memang ada manusia yang perlu ketakutan itu. Mereka harus takut untuk berbuat salah, agar mereka mau berbuat yang baik. Tapi alangkah indahnya jika semua manusia berbuat baik karena mereka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;senang&lt;/span&gt; berbuat baik. Itulah sebenarnya maksud dari paksaan-paksaan itu. Tuhan itu ada bukan untuk ditakuti, tapi untuk dicintai. Saat kita cinta padaNya, kita akan senang hati melakukan hal-hal yang diperintahkan olehNya. Karena perintah-perintah Dia, ya untuk kebaikan kita sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah begitu, mbak Hirsi Ali. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Ngomong2 gimana ya kabarnya tuh orang sekarang?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-5622446312188300996?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5622446312188300996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=5622446312188300996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/5622446312188300996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/5622446312188300996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2008/12/god-of-fear-la-hirsi-ali.html' title='God of Fear a la Hirsi Ali'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SVEGtDIZQXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Vs2ihHJEpGo/s72-c/hirsi+ali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-7325551473789057829</id><published>2008-12-09T10:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:58:29.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamil?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(bukan, bukan. bukannya aku hamil :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sering ya ngliat teman2 yg juga barusan nikah, dan langsung mblendung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada seh yg emang pengen punya cepet-cepet. Hey, I don't judge them. Kalo emang dah siap, why not?&lt;br /&gt;Ada juga yg jebolnya gara2 pake sistem kalender. Gak heran laa, sistem kalender kan emang rawan jebol. Kecuali kalau udah ada device pelengkap seperti remote control kayak gini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/ST5b3A4LtEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yA2DJX7O4Uc/s1600-h/Birth_Control_by_MrGobi.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/ST5b3A4LtEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yA2DJX7O4Uc/s320/Birth_Control_by_MrGobi.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277756814011380802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(thanks to Mr.Gobi at &lt;a href="http://deviantart.com"&gt;deviantart&lt;/a&gt; for the idea :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebaiknya hindari sistem kalender lah ya. Mending nggaji &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Condom"&gt;"sie keamanan"&lt;/a&gt;, murah kok. Sebulan cuma 9 euro untuk 12 personel. 12 personel cukup kok untuk 24 hari. (wakaka, udah tau detailnya, maklum2 :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bgmn dg aku dan komar? Well, kami emang ga berencana punya dulu. Banyak lah alasannya. Diantaranya, belum siap secara ekonomi. Masa anak kita lahir dibawa pulang ke kamar Uilenstede. Kasihan kan. Lagian, program tabungan pendidikan buat anak belum terlaksana. We're on our way, though, tapi masih ngisi deposito dulu di Indonesia. (Kalo lancar, tahun depan kami sudah bisa apply untuk asuransi pendidikan). Secara mental... well, kami ngrasa masih butuh waktu untuk "settling down" dg kehidupan baru kita. Hal yang bakal sulit pol, if not impossible, dilakukan kalau anak udah ada. Kalo ada bayi, boro2 cari waktu luang buat diskusi dan tukar pikiran, yg ada juga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lactating-diapers-poopee-and-crying-fest-yahoos&lt;/span&gt;. Pacaran dan pendekatan was one thing, but marriage is a whole different process. Kami masih butuh waktu untuk "settling down" dengan situasi dan komitmen baru ini :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alasan lainnya, masih ada planning gede yg belum "jejeg". Ini masalah bisnis &amp;amp; usaha masa depan. Intinya, saat2 sekarang itu masa2 kami berdua berjuang. Kalo ada anak, konsentrasi kita bakal terpecah. Daripada anak ga keurus dg maksimal, dan kita ga fokus, kan mending nunda dulu. Apalagi planning ini juga berhubungan banget dg financial security kami, yg pastinya buat kelangsungan masa depan anak juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi walaupun keluarga (baca: eyang-eyang) udah minta-minta, kami tetep nguat2in hati buat bilang "nanti dulu yeeee...". Walaupun emang, itu susah banget.&lt;br /&gt;Kami tetap jelaskan baik2, InsyaAllah ini buat kebaikan si anak juga kok :)&lt;br /&gt;Untungnya kami hidup juawuuuuuuh dari keluarga, jadi tuntutan keluarga bukan masalah gede buat kami. Kan ga ketemu tiap hari jadi ga ditagih tiap hari... kyakakaka :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, bagaimana dg yg cepet mblendung?&lt;br /&gt;Kalo yg udah siap mentally-financially, gak masalah. Kalo cuma siap financially aja, mending take time dulu lah 1-2 tahun. Ibuku pernah bilang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bapak dan ibu dulu ga sempat punya waktu berdua buat saling mengenal dan mempelajari perbedaan masing2. Soalnya dua bulan nikah ibu udah hamil. Begitu hamil, keadaan udah beda. &lt;/blockquote&gt;Dan perbedaan2 yg gak pernah sempat "dipelajari" ini ternyata ngefek ke kehidupan pernikahan mereka (yg sekarang usianya udah 25 tahun).&lt;br /&gt;Terutama masalah komunikasi dan keterbukaan. Karena mereka dulu ga ada waktu untuk "menelusuri" cara masing-masing berkomunikasi (yg ternyata totally berbeda), akhirnya terbawa-bawa sampai sekarang. Apalagi mereka cuma pacaran setahun, itupun jarak jauh di tahun 1983-1984 yang fasilitas email-chat-handphone-sms belum ada. Wong nomer telpon aja masih 5 digit :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, aku ngerti banget kalo ada yg langsung mblendung karena tuntutan keluarga. Emang susah kok untuk "tidak menuruti keluarga" apalagi orang tua, di Indonesia. Beban moralnya itu lho. Belum kalo mulai diomongin orang. Aaaah, jadi pengen nyetok sandal jepit buat dijejelin ke mulut (walah, berlebihan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ada juga contoh orangtua atau keluarga yang lebih harmonis karena kehadiran anak. Ini juga patut jadi masukan. Intinya, kasus dan penyelesaian tiap orang beda-beda lah. Yang bisa kita lakukan cuma ambil contoh yg baik2 aja. Contoh dari orangtuaku, misalnya, cuma satu kasus aja. Ambil hikmahnya yg bagus. Tapi aku yakin banyak orangtua teman-temanku yg juga langsung mbrojol, hanya saja berakhir baik :) Nah dari mereka, kita juga ambil hikmahnya yg bagus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intinya, think carefully before you decide to... ehm, "spread the jam to the bread" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/7833090349956451849-7325551473789057829?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7325551473789057829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=7325551473789057829' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/7325551473789057829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/7325551473789057829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2008/12/hamil.html' title='Hamil?'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/ST5b3A4LtEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yA2DJX7O4Uc/s72-c/Birth_Control_by_MrGobi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-2152286367381922534</id><published>2008-12-07T09:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T10:38:25.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>my myers-briggs test</title><content type='html'>Thanks to ulm, I recalled my memory about this test, from one of Craig Whittaker's class. The glorious Personal-Development-Plan. (Gee, seems like billion years ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of the test, somehow, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;distantly&lt;/span&gt;.. rang my bell. Why distantly? Cause I remember the name... but I didn't remember taking the test. I totally can't recall what my result was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was, googling "myers-briggs+test". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Et voila&lt;/span&gt;, one of the result directed to an online test. Anddd I gave it a go. So what does it say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/STuXUFR9DMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/kx2IvoNMOWc/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/STuXUFR9DMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/kx2IvoNMOWc/s400/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276977759665327298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Introverted iNtuitive Feeling Judging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went on to read the explanation, at first I was surprised many times of what it says.&lt;br /&gt;"Neaah, this can't be right. I should retake the test."&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, it ended up like an eye opener. "Wow. I never thought of it like that, but its true. This is so me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I've been trying to rediscover my personality for the past months. Ever since I was depressed, badly depressed, with my study (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, I was, dear. it's a long story&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I really tried to consult my opportunities in this field, with my most trusted mentor. Then I realized this is not my strength. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But it's too late.&lt;/span&gt; The fact that I know I have lost all this years to something useless, something that is not of my strength, had bummed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fact that I know I wasn't being true to myself and other people had bummed me even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I don't know myself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who am I? &lt;/span&gt;The q I had constantly find myself asking. Why have I been acting intuitive towards other people? Why do I always act aloof once I feel uncomfortable in a social environment? Why can't I just act nice at least pretend to be nice? Why do I always want anything I do to be straight from the start? Why do I always try to be hard to myself and to other people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;...the empathic abilities often found in Fs...can serve as a classic example of the two-edged nature of certain INFJ talents, as it can be strong enough to cause discomfort or pain in negative or stressful situations.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me? Empath? It maybe kinda true, cause I indeed can't take negative situation. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*recalling my second internship in "hell"... pffff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;...at intervals INFJs will suddenly withdraw into themselves, sometimes shutting out even their intimates. This apparent paradox is a necessary escape valve for them, providing both time to rebuild their depleted resources and a filter to prevent the emotional overload...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That is so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the I and J combination, while perhaps &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enhancing self-awareness&lt;/span&gt;, may make it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;difficult for INFJs to articulate their deepest and most convoluted feelings&lt;/span&gt;.   Usually self-expression comes more easily to INFJs on paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm not much of a writer anymore these days, but yeah. True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...they also have external sensing perception... however, is the weakest of their arsenal and the most vulnerable... they may be so absorbed in intuitive perceiving that they become oblivious to physical reality... under stress, they may fall prey to various forms of immediate gratification. &lt;/blockquote&gt;Again, true. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who want to take the test (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or re-take, cause yeah, we do change from time to time&lt;/span&gt;), try it here:&lt;a href="http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp"&gt; http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, &lt;a href="http://tikus-ilang.blogspot.com/"&gt;ulm&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-2152286367381922534?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2152286367381922534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=2152286367381922534' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/2152286367381922534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/2152286367381922534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-myers-briggs-test.html' title='my myers-briggs test'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/STuXUFR9DMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/kx2IvoNMOWc/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-8991899658042347461</id><published>2008-12-06T08:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T08:13:39.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Haters yang bergentayangan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SToxKDgG7pI/AAAAAAAAADo/MlsO6F3HOxY/s1600-h/cats-hate-you-and-everyone-else.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SToxKDgG7pI/AAAAAAAAADo/MlsO6F3HOxY/s320/cats-hate-you-and-everyone-else.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276583962226388626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If two people never met, how would they know each other well enough to hate each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acara bloghoppingku jadi amat sangat terganggu, dengan pemandangan saling-caci-saling-hina yang biasanya terjadi di comment/shout box. Dan sangat bisa ditebak, biasanya yang ninggalin hinaan-hinaan macam gini gak pernah lah ninggalin identitasnya. Kalaupun nulis nama, bisa jadi nama palsu. Dan GAK PERNAH ninggalin URL blog, apalagi alamat email. Iya lah, mana ada maling minta disambangi di penjara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo dulu, setauku, kayak gini kejadian di blog-blog yang "memuat" ulasan-ulasan tentang Islam. Dan bisa dipastikan, ini lagi2 motif saling cerca gak jelas antara kubu pro-liberal vs pro-non liberal. Hey, bukannya aku ini membela salah satu kubu atau gimana. Tapi, aduuuuuh. Kok jadi kayak anak kecil ya kesannya. Ngelempar batu diam2 atau surat kaleng. Daripada saling cerca di blog yang akhirnya jadi debat kusir gitu, kenapa nggak bikin acara diskusi atau debat terbuka aja. Kan lebih berguna, bisa cari penyelesaian dengan baik, saling tatap muka (sekalian silaturahmi), masing2 juga bisa saling belajar dari yang lainnya. Bukannya dengan diskusi langsung, kita bisa saling lebih mengenal background lawan diskusi kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atau mereka gak mau kali ya, saling mengenal dan saling lebih tahu satu sama lain.&lt;br /&gt;Duh susah, ya. Diajak ke arah lebih baik malah gak mau. Manusia itu emang egonya gede, ya. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emang sini bukan manusia? :D :D&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, kalo dulu cuma berkisar di pro-lib vs pro non-lib sekarang gimana?&lt;br /&gt;Kayaknya se, sekarang kok tambah parah ya.&lt;br /&gt;Gak cuma perang antar ideologi, tapi ternyata ada haters juga di zona blog lain seperti blog kuliner, blog pribadi, dll. Yang ngelek-ngelek bahasa inggrisnya lah, yang bikin gosip2 ga jelas lah. Biasanya ini kejadian di blog2 yang visitornya rame, yang bukan kalangan sendiri - banyak orang "asing"nya lah. (salah satu alasan kenapa kok aku lebih seneng kalo pengunjung blogku ya orang2 yg dah kukenal :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swear, aku heran.&lt;br /&gt;Apa seh gunanya ya, jadi hater?&lt;br /&gt;Apa seh gunanya ya, cuma mengenal satu sisi cerita?&lt;br /&gt;Kalo belum tau sisi lain sebuah cerita, kenapa buru-buru memihak satu sisi aja?&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa harus tutup mata tutup telinga kayak gitu?&lt;br /&gt;Bukannya lebih baik dengar dulu cerita di sisi lain, baru deh kita bisa mikir dan memutuskan sebaiknya kita ambil sisi mana?&lt;br /&gt;Seenaknya naruh label ini, itu di jidat orang/ kelompok tanpa tau itu mereka sebenarnya gimana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atau emang bener istilah "sirik tanda tak mampu" itu kenyataan? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah sudahlah. Haters aja gak berguna apalagi ngurusi haters :D Mending memulai "acting positive" dari diri kita sendiri. Be a love generation. Rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*gambar "kucing pembenci" diambil dari &lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com"&gt;nataliedee.com&lt;/a&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/7833090349956451849-8991899658042347461?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8991899658042347461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=8991899658042347461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/8991899658042347461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/8991899658042347461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2008/12/haters-yang-bergentayangan-di-blog.html' title='Haters yang bergentayangan'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SToxKDgG7pI/AAAAAAAAADo/MlsO6F3HOxY/s72-c/cats-hate-you-and-everyone-else.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-3484543399427773852</id><published>2008-11-21T10:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:55:30.492+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kangmasmac battery drama</title><content type='html'>Sedikit consumer tips and review buat kalian2 yg punya, berniat punya atau at least tertarik, untuk beli: macbook, macbookpro dan sejawatnya (don't know much about macbook air, tho.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SSaONAKwMOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/QI6YQLSIIxU/s1600-h/macbook-pro-battery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SSaONAKwMOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/QI6YQLSIIxU/s400/macbook-pro-battery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271056767918289122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;BE EXTRA, EXTRA CAREFUL WITH ITS BATTERY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://docs.info.apple.com/article.html?path=Mac/10.4/en/mh2339.html"&gt;Calibrate&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://docs.info.apple.com/article.html?path=Mac/10.4/en/mh2339.html"&gt;Calibrate&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://docs.info.apple.com/article.html?path=Mac/10.4/en/mh2339.html"&gt;Calibrate&lt;/a&gt;. Every month or at least every other month.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do NOT leave the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MagSafe"&gt;power adapter &lt;/a&gt;plugged in all day everyday!&lt;br /&gt;3. Batre macbookpro dan sejawatnya ini sangat, amat, cepet, panas.. dibanding laptop non-Apple. You can get away easily tanpa alas dg laptop lain, but not with macs. Pake alas buku atau map, or, consider buying a laptop stand like &lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/Catalog/dk/Images/TK790_screen1.jpg"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Always monitor your battery health as accurately as possible. Caranya? donlot dashboard application semacam &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/downloads/dashboard/status/istatpro.html"&gt;iStat pro&lt;/a&gt;. Pokoknya jangan menduga-duga when it comes to battery (apalagi cuma pake referensi forum... duh! *jeduk*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedikit perbandingan nih ya, &lt;a href="http://www.trustedreviews.com/notebooks/review/2006/09/29/HP-Compaq-Presario-V6000/p1"&gt;Compaqnya si komar&lt;/a&gt;, walaupun power adapternya selalu dalam keadaan plugged, battery lifenya tidak terpengaruh samsek. Padahal nancep selama 3-4 hari tanpa dicopot blas. Dia bisa dg aman dan nyaman langsung copot adapter, senden di kasur sambil laptopan selama 1 jam lebih, in battery mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sementara kangmas mac ku? gak sampe 15 menit battery mode, langsung PET... mati :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. mungkin itu flaw-nya produk ini ya. Kelemahannya ada di batre. Optimal performance only lasts for a year (rata-rata). Some people even claimed that their battery worn out even after 10 months. Tapi, katanya kalo dijaga dg baik sampe 2-3 th juga masih bagus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, other than battery issue.... this laptop is truly a power machine. Selain memang graphicnya mantap, soundnya mantap, &amp;amp; user interfacenya keren...  I'd say it's a Mystery machine :D The more you explore, the more hidden tools you'll discover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapiii.. harus rajin utak utek dan ikuti perkembangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walaupun jarang dipake buat design, nes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyaaa.. sapa bilang ini laptop cuma bagus buat GD aja. Gak yoo... Beli deh, kalo ada duit lebih. Totally worthed. Cuma klo di indonesia, support centrenya jarang kali ya. Paling cuma di Jakarta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-3484543399427773852?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3484543399427773852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=3484543399427773852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/3484543399427773852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/3484543399427773852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2008/11/kangmasmac-battery-drama.html' title='The Kangmasmac battery drama'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SSaONAKwMOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/QI6YQLSIIxU/s72-c/macbook-pro-battery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-7940394224064977549</id><published>2008-11-19T16:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:36:54.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sejak kapan ejaan bhs indonesia jadi seperti ini?</title><content type='html'>CMIIW, but is it wrong if I feel dizzy and completely dozed off after reading these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;krn gy gag da duid . jd blump bs nebuss . gag enaq menta duid . lgan itu khn nyang ngrusak juja aq . hehe . &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; Kyu kngEn. .&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;. kuq cm ngpiuww aj .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;oh gtUw .. pnTer dundz .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;iup . pokokx, smangad dheii .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tapi ngliat tulisan2 gini jadi dapet game gratisan. game yg berjudul: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mari Men-decrypt Comment ABG Friendster"&lt;/span&gt;. Hey, this is a new idea for Friendster. Kenapa mereka ga bikin add-on game ini aja. Jadi bakat ABG-ABG itu untuk membuat crypts dan code bisa tersalurkan dg baik, dan kita2 yg biasanya pusing mbacanya jadi semangat buat baca baik2. Sediain hadiah murah2an kan lumayan, apa kek... skin blog gratis, gratis CSS customization buat fs page, payung cantik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oya ada kesimpulan yg baru aku sadari setelah merhatiin tulisan2 itu. Apa tanda baca TITIK (".") lagi in ya? Apa-apa dikasih titik. Koma, tanda seru, tanda tanya semua tereliminasi penggunaannya n tergantikan dg sukses oleh TITIK. Bahkan DI AWAL KALIMAT dikasih titik. Duuuh... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ada posting lucu yg juga menyinggung "pelecehan ejaan" seperti ini. Dari blognya para &lt;a href="http://bakabon.blogsome.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bakaboys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bakabon.blogsome.com/2007/07/26/eyd-ejaan-yang-diefisiensikan/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://bakabon.blogsome.com/2007/07/26/eyd-ejaan-yang-diefisiensikan/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, and PLEAASE somebody explain to me. Gimana caranya, prosesnya, ceritanya, kok "x" bisa menggantikan akhiran "-nya"? Tak kutak kutek sampe mumet, tetep aku ga bisa ngerti.&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/7833090349956451849-7940394224064977549?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7940394224064977549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=7940394224064977549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/7940394224064977549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/7940394224064977549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2008/11/sejak-kapan-ejaan-bhs-indonesia-jadi.html' title='sejak kapan ejaan bhs indonesia jadi seperti ini?'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-2519814750771174821</id><published>2008-11-11T11:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:30:05.971+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saat Seorang Introvert Bercerita-ceriti</title><content type='html'>Hmm, baru nyadar klo mungkin saya kurang... apa ya istilahnya? Terbiasa untuk bercerita soal diri sendiri. (hah? baru nyadar nes?!) iya, baru nyadar kalau saya ternyata cukup introvert... and a bit sarcastic! Haha. I thought I was a positive person. But I guess everyone has a darker side. Mine, unfortunately, has overflowed my positive side. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyadarnya piye? Setelah balik dari Indonesia sampai kemarin, banyak teman sepertinya "lost" dg kabar terakhir saya.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Kamu gimana seh kabarnya? Kegiatanmu sekarang apa? Tinggal dimana?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Suer, hampir setiap kali ada teman nelpon, nanyanya itu! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Doesn't anyone know me but at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sejuta komplain sejenis gini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kamu kok gak pernah onlineeeee???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dan jawabannya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; males.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kamu kok ditelpon ga pernah bisaaaaa???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jawabnya: Lagi ganti ke abonemen. Masih nunggu nummerbehoud. 2 minggu lagi juga bisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Karena menurut saya: ngapain sih, emang ada yg peduli sama saya. Lagian siapa gitu yg peduli kalo kita cerita "aku lagi gini looo" or "aku lagi gitu loo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, beberapa minggu terakhir ini saya nyadar kalau &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sarcastic behavior&lt;/span&gt; saya ini harus dihentikan. Karena, ternyata... pasti teman-teman peduli dengan cerita2 kita. (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ternyata?&lt;/span&gt; Duuh..). Buktinya, saya juga peduli kok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; care enough untuk baca cerita2nya &lt;a href="http://omabercerita.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oma Nia&lt;/a&gt; tentang kuliahnya..&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; care enough untuk baca cerita2nya &lt;a href="http://svya-says.blogspot.com/"&gt;Svya &lt;/a&gt;tentang jalan2, atau kerjaan...&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; care enough untuk baca ceritanya &lt;a href="http://tikus-ilang.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ulma&lt;/a&gt; tentang buku yg lagi dia baca... (and her general-wondering about life, in her own eccentric way :D-&gt; love it, tho. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought, why not? Lagian kalau kita terbuka sama orang lain, berarti kita terbuka sama diri sendiri... kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's my life, as of this moment? Hmm, where to start.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, pamer hadiah nikah dulu aaaaah. Alhamdulillah, selain dapat uang, kita juga dapat barang2 yg kita butuhin. Rice cooker &amp;amp; magic steamer ukuran gede. Seterika uap. Panci presto!! (yaay!) But among all household-things we got.. these are my faves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SRlr9KzKqLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/uFG71d-ASvo/s1600-h/sugarandtea-resized"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SRlr9KzKqLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/uFG71d-ASvo/s320/sugarandtea-resized" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267359937801660594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute, huh? Warnanya kombinasi maroon, putih bersih, orange, peach-pink and grass green. Jadi serasa ngliat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;color swatch set &lt;/span&gt;bikinan sendiri di illustrator. hihi :D&lt;br /&gt;I especially loooove tutupnya. I dunno, it's sort of.. konde? Cepol? Guess :D&lt;br /&gt;Dan itu aslinya toples kaca biasa, tapi dipakein "baju" dari kain apa ya itu... teksturnya sih velvet-y. Bottom line: love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru sebulan nikah, I realized that my world does start to change. Yang dulunya evolve around me-myself-and-I, sekarang sadar atau nggak saya selalu mikirin si Komar. Walaupun cuma decision remeh seperti jenis koffiepad Senseo apa yg mau dibeli di Dirk, I do consider him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kira-kira kalo aku beli yg dark roast, Komar juga suka ga ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. And no, it doesn't get too much. and it's so worthed! karena kalau emang akhirnya dia suka kopi itu, dan dia minum kopi itu dg nikmat... it's just so peaceful to watch. Doh, berlebihan ya? But that is, indeed, the way I feel :)&lt;br /&gt;Apalagi kalau dia makan masakan saya dg lahap... wuahhhhh... senangg sekaliiiii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it works the other way around, too. Malahan akhir2 ini dia yg lebih sering masak, bikin kopi, doing the chores. Hehehe. And he does love it when I enjoy his cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And how's me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the thing is, saya mulai bosan dengan graphic design skill yang gini-gini aja. And I do realize I gotta do something kalau pengen karir saya menanjak. Untuk sekarang, sementara saya masih kerja dari rumah. Komar and his bro punya &lt;a href="http://erudeye.net/"&gt;bisnis internet hosting&lt;/a&gt;, plus website design and application development. That includes identity design, which is my area to cover. And recently... I got bored with what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I do love designing identity. Saya juga pegang website lay-out. And I recently discovered, that I actually CAN draw. Dulunya, yg kalau ndesain masih asal comot stock images atau pake brush, sekarang saya udah pede bikin brush sendiri. Dan gambar ilustrasi sendiri. Sometimes I bang my head for not realizing this earlier. Dulu saya pikir saya ga bisa gambar babar blas. I never really tried drawing in high school. Ngasal aja, kalau lagi tugas seni rupa. Gak pede....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, I had not discovered my potential. Meskipun bisa dan suka design-gambar-dan seni-senian, tp asal banget. I thought it wasn't my strength. And now, I know it is, but I still have to do something to develop myself to the fullest. Bukan, bukan Master of Fine Art ... although itu juga salah satu future plan saya (doakan yaaa). Sekarang, yg saya butuhkan cuma career training and portfolio development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, doakan saya secepatnya, dan selancarnya, memulai kuliah lagi di Rhode Island School of Design... Eh bukaaaaan! Di &lt;a href="http://www.sae.nl/"&gt;SAE Institute&lt;/a&gt;, Amsterdam. No, not another bachelor. Tapi post-grad diploma in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;web and graphic design development&lt;/span&gt;. But first of all, saya harus segera ngurus ini diploma B.Comm yg masih mampett..pett.. pet. Hihihi :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... *minjem tagline-nya Oma Nia:* pray for me, peeps ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fewh. Enak juga cerita2 panjang lebar gini ternyata.&lt;br /&gt;Elvin, gak mau nyoba juga? :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Last but not least, here's one little photo from our wedding. Ada banyak lagi, tp belum di upload ke laneysa.com/wedding. Komar udah upload ke &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ariefimansantoso/Menikah#"&gt;picasa albumnya&lt;/a&gt;, if anyone care to peek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SRl6iC8pY3I/AAAAAAAAADI/rqqU66nkN4E/s1600-h/the+ship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SRl6iC8pY3I/AAAAAAAAADI/rqqU66nkN4E/s400/the+ship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267375964511888242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-2519814750771174821?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2519814750771174821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=2519814750771174821' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/2519814750771174821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/2519814750771174821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2008/11/saat-seorang-introvert-bercerita-ceriti.html' title='Saat Seorang Introvert Bercerita-ceriti'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SRlr9KzKqLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/uFG71d-ASvo/s72-c/sugarandtea-resized' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-8614811161360062464</id><published>2008-11-05T15:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:37:26.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wheels on the Bus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SRGsw7u8jRI/AAAAAAAAACw/WTX0sOliLaw/s1600-h/_It__s_moving__by_ph3mor4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SRGsw7u8jRI/AAAAAAAAACw/WTX0sOliLaw/s320/_It__s_moving__by_ph3mor4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265179396041116946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The wheels on the bus go round and round,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Round and round,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Round and round.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The wheels on the bus go round and round,&lt;/p&gt;All around the town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The bus ran crazy went downhill road,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Woosh woosh woosh,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Woosh woosh woosh&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The bus ran crazy went downhill road,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And hit a poor old lady&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The poor old lady cried “AAARGH AAARGH AARRGHHH”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“AAARGH AAARGH AARRGHHH”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“AAARGH AAARGH AARRGHHH”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The poor old lady cried “AAARGH AAARGH AARRGHHH”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then fell down, bathed in blood&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The poor old lady laid down the street,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eyes wide shocked,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Head parted three&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The poor old lady laid down the street,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And policeman came over to see&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Another bus uphill ran fast in speed,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Horned: ” Beep! Beep!!!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Horned: ” Beep! Beep!!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Another bus uphill ran fast in speed,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And bang down with no mercy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now look what happen there down the street,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Creepy street,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Creepy street,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The policeman and old lady laid bathed in blood,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Heads smashed and brains round-spattered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, lagi mood yang horor-horor hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;For longer version of the lyrics, see my &lt;a href="http://langitputih.wordpress.com/"&gt;writing pad&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://langitputih.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&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/7833090349956451849-8614811161360062464?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8614811161360062464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=8614811161360062464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/8614811161360062464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/8614811161360062464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2008/11/wheels-on-bus.html' title='The Wheels on the Bus'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SRGsw7u8jRI/AAAAAAAAACw/WTX0sOliLaw/s72-c/_It__s_moving__by_ph3mor4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-5052566048941746675</id><published>2008-10-29T11:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:21:08.517+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Acronyms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the midst of working....&lt;br /&gt;Butek... Sepet... Otak lagi mampet, ga ada ide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Procrastinating sebentar, mengasah kreatitas :D&lt;br /&gt;Mencoba2 utak atik namaku jadi singkatan alias akronim. (lumayan nih, bisa buat ngisi "what you're doing" field di facebook :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEYSA is Not Evil, Yet Somehow Artful&lt;br /&gt;NEYSA is Numb Enough to Yearn Someone's Affection&lt;br /&gt;NEYSA is Nuttily Exhausted, Yet Still Alive&lt;br /&gt;NEYSA is Nearly Elapsed Yet Survived Anyhow&lt;br /&gt;NEYSA is in Need to Energize her Yield for Sanity and Alertness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEYSA is Now Eager to Yank her Sweet A** (sounds pretty "parno".. hihihi)&lt;br /&gt;NEYSA is Not Envying Your Sucking Ability (huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... apa lagi ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEYSA can't think no more of N.. E... Y... , and Shouts "Aaaaarrrgh!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, masih tentang acronyms. Masih pada inget ga seh akronim2 norak jaman dulu kala waktu "buku biodata" masih ngetrend.. ampun dah xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semisal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CINTA: Cerita Indah Namun Tiada Akhir (atau CINTA: Cerita Indah Namun Tiada Abadi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BMW: Body Mengalahkan Wajah (apa sehhhh.. hahhhaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BENCI: BENar-benar CInta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUNGKAN: SUNGguh-sungguh mengharapKAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eee barusan google-google, menemukan macam-macam singkatan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"PENYAKIT KARENA CINTA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;1. HIV : Hanya Impian Velaka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(aduuuh... maksaaaaaaa wakakaka xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. AIDS : Akibat Impian Dipendam Setahun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(awas jadi bisul :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;3. PMS : Pedih Menanti Sentuhanmu&lt;br /&gt;4. SARS : Sakit Akibat Rasa Suka&lt;br /&gt;5. TBC : Tekanan Bathin Cinta&lt;br /&gt;6. SAKAW : SAkit KArena engkaW&lt;br /&gt;7. KOLERA : KOk LoE ngga ngeRAsa sih ?&lt;br /&gt;8. FLU : Feeling Lonely, Uuuhh ….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(ini yg paling corny :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhhhhhahahahahahhahhahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Wis2 ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kembali ke lap....top !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-5052566048941746675?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5052566048941746675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=5052566048941746675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/5052566048941746675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/5052566048941746675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2008/10/acronyms.html' title='Acronyms'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-3652375329740520104</id><published>2008-10-23T19:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:03:39.381+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Marita</title><content type='html'>Marita namanya. Gadis kecil yang tinggal di panti asuhan kecil yang miskin itu. Sejak kecil, orang tuanya sudah meninggalkan dia. Katanya, bapaknya bekerja di negeri yang jauh. Sedang ibunya meninggal saat melahirkannya. Kasihan, Marita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi Marita tidak pernah terlihat bermuram durja. Dia selalu terlihat bahagia walaupun panti kecil itu hanya bisa memberi dia mainan sebuat boneka beruang dan satu set blok dos sederhana dari kayu. Dan walaupun umurnya kini sudah 7 tahun dan sudah terlalu tua untuk main boneka dan blok dos, dia tetap memainkan dua mainan itu karena hanya itu yang ia punya. Marita juga punya lima buah gaun yang cantik dan beberapa pakaian untuk dipakai di rumah. Serta sepasang sepatu putih yang ia rawat dengan baik hingga masih awet walaupun umurnya sudah lebih dari 2 tahun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada satu hal lagi yang menarik dari Marita. Dibandingkan gadis kecil sebayanya di panti, Marita dulu yang paling cepat bisa menulis. Umur lima tahun ia sudah menulis dengan lancar. Oleh karenanya ia lebih sering menulis daripada bicara. Jika ia bingung, ia menulis. Jika ia berangan-angan, ia menulis. Pokoknya, jika ia butuh mencurahkan perasaannya yang meluap tumpah ruah, ia menulis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Marita, sedang menulis apa?" Suatu saat ibu Didi, penjaga panti, mendekati marita yang sedang asyik mencoret-coret di buku kecilnya.&lt;br /&gt;"Marita lagi nulis tentang ibu."&lt;br /&gt;"Ibu?"&lt;br /&gt;"Iya, Ibu. Ibunya Marita. Yang udah meninggal itu."&lt;br /&gt;"Coba, Marita menulisnya gimana?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bu Didi mendekat untuk membaca lebih jelas apa yang ditulis Marita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tadi malam aku mimpi ketemu Ibu. Ibu pakai gaun cantik kayak punya Marita, tapi kayaknya kekecilan untuk ibu. Terus Marita ketawa melihatnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bu Didi tersenyum haru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Marita senang, tadi malam ketemu ibu?"&lt;br /&gt;"Senang sih, tapi bingung."&lt;br /&gt;"Bingung kenapa?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ehmmm.." Marita terdiam, tidak bisa berkata-kata. Bu Didi tersenyum lembut, lalu mengelus rambut Marita. Ia tak hendak memaksa Marita untuk bercerita. Ia hanya ingin Marita tahu, bahwa ia bisa mengerti perasaan Marita. Lalu ia berlalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah bu Didi menghilang dari pandangan, Marita tersenyum. Dibukanya lagi pinsilnya lalu ia kembali menulis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bingung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitu tulisnya. Hmm, Marita mencoba mencerna makna bingung dengan tulisannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waktu marita melihat ibu-ibu di mimpi marita aku bingung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marita terdiam lagi, menghentikan laju pinsilnya lalu mengingat-ingat lagi mimpi semalam. Ia ingat pertama kali ia bingung karena melihat orang lain di dalam mimpinya, karena biasanya ia hanya bermimpi tentang boneka Teddynya atau bu Didi. Tapi kali ini dia melihat orang yang lain. Sama sekali lain. Tapi setelah beberapa lama, Marita tahu itu ibunya. Entah kenapa. Marita merasakan perasaan kenal baik yang menyergap dengan hangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, iya. Marita lalu menyunggingkan senyum puas. Marita sekarang ingat dia bingung lalu dia tiba-tiba saja tahu itu siapa. Marita tersenyum lebar. Ia lalu menulis lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ibu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang dia tau, ibu itu pasti sosoknya seperti bu Didi yang lembut penuh kasih. Tapi wanita yang semalam ada di mimpinya bukan bu Didi, tapi juga lembut penuh kasih. Dan marita tahu bu Didi bukan ibunya, karena bu Didi pernah bilang ibunya telah meninggal. Meninggal itu pergi jauh, kata bu Didi dulu. Nah, karena wanita yang semalam dia lihat di mimpi itu lembut penuh kasih, tapi bukan bu Didi, Marita langsung mengerti itu ibunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi-lagi Marita tersenyum. Lalu ia menulis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ibu itu lembut dan penuh kasih.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku sayang ibu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah menulisnya, Marita kini tahu arti kata sayang. Juga arti kata ibu. Lalu tiba-tiba ia merasa sangat bahagia. Disobeknya kertas dari bukunya, lalu berlarilah ia dengan gembira ke arah bu Didi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bu Didi ini tulisan Marita!" Serunya sambil berlari-lari. Bu Didi mengambil kertas yang dibawa Marita lalu membacanya. Sementara Marita bermain-main dengan Pino, kucing peliharaan bu Didi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bu Didi, Pino lucu ya."&lt;br /&gt;"Iya."&lt;br /&gt;"Pino ini anaknya bu Didi?"&lt;br /&gt;"Bukan, sayang."&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi bu Didi pernah panggil Pino: sayang.. sayang.. Gitu."&lt;br /&gt;"Iya, karena bu Didi sayang Pino."&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi bu DIdi bukan ibunya?"&lt;br /&gt;"Bukan sayang."&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi boleh sayang ke Pino?"&lt;br /&gt;"Boleh dong. Bu didi sayang ke Marita tapi bukan ibunya Marita. Boleh kan?"&lt;br /&gt;"Emm.. boleh kok." Marita tersenyum manis. Bu Didi juga tersenyum manis.&lt;br /&gt;"Kalo gitu Bu Didi seperti ibunya Marita. Bu Didi jadi ibunya marita aja."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nggak sayang, ibunya Marita tetap ada sendiri. Yang akan selalu menyayangi Marita walaupun ia sudah nggak ada. Tapi bu Didi juga jadi ibunya Marita deh."&lt;br /&gt;"Iya, bu Didi jadi ibunya Marita sekarang aja. Ibu yang beneran itu ibu yang dulu."&lt;br /&gt;"Iya sayang, jadi marita punya ibu dua ya. Ibu sekarang sama ibu dulu."&lt;br /&gt;"Enak ya Marita punya ibu dua!!!" Marita berseru girang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pino, Marita punya dua ibu, enak deh rasanya. Kalau Pino cuma punya satu ibu Marita jadi ibu satunya ya... enak lho..." Marita mengoceh panjang sambil mengelus Pino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bu Didi masih tersenyum, dan diam-diam menitikkan air mata di sudut kelopaknya. Bingung harus merasakan perasaan apa. Mungkin dia juga akan meniru cara Marita, menulis saja, pikirnya. Biar perasaannya tertumpah dan tidak bingung lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mohon maklum kalo scattered... Maklum, habis writer's block satu setengah tahun. Hihihi :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-3652375329740520104?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3652375329740520104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=3652375329740520104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/3652375329740520104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/3652375329740520104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2008/10/marita.html' title='Marita'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-5604670608117063856</id><published>2008-10-21T10:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:42:13.996+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Terug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SP2UnwIIC9I/AAAAAAAAACo/THBwd6vNnhk/s1600-h/amsterdam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SP2UnwIIC9I/AAAAAAAAACo/THBwd6vNnhk/s320/amsterdam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259523350493400018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hix....&lt;br /&gt;Terug naar Amsterdam...&lt;br /&gt;Eindelijk, hari ini datang juga. Balik ke Uilenstede dalam keadaan sudah jadi suami istri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tapi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kok homesick ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss Surabaya :(&lt;br /&gt;I miss mom, dad, Rima, Adri, granpa, granma, the house at Jemur sari, Miwi (my sister's cute kitty), and the warm family meal time we used to had at our big dining table... exchanging stories, chit-chatting, mocking my little sister, eating good homemade food...... Ahhh T_T I miss everythingggggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homesickhomesickhomesickhomesickhomesick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: foto2 pernikahan kami ada di &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/ariefimansantoso/Menikah#"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/ariefimansantoso/Menikah#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-5604670608117063856?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5604670608117063856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=5604670608117063856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/5604670608117063856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/5604670608117063856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2008/10/terug.html' title='Terug'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SP2UnwIIC9I/AAAAAAAAACo/THBwd6vNnhk/s72-c/amsterdam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-8353772876685184514</id><published>2008-09-21T20:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:08:17.577+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Uler Keket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/1858252/2/istockphoto_1858252-caterpillar-cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/1858252/2/istockphoto_1858252-caterpillar-cartoon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuma disini!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bisa internetan sambil ditinggal2 bikin mie sedap &amp;amp; mochacino..&lt;br /&gt;2. Bisa internetan sambil ditinggal2 main kucing&lt;br /&gt;3. Bisa internetan sambil "senam kesegaran jasmani" (ceblek2 nyamuk...)&lt;br /&gt;4. Bisa internetan sambil ditinggal ngomong2 ama adikku (happy 2 meet u again, bro)&lt;br /&gt;5. Bisa nyoba koneksi wirelessnya D-Link, nyolong2 punya ntah siapa yg ga dipassword babar blas.. :D (lapor ke &lt;a href="http://omabercerita.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;eks pegawai d-net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: d-link lambret nie! *yo jelas ae.. wong nyolong...)&lt;br /&gt;6. Baru menyadari kalo kangmasMac ku ga ada port buat kabel telponnya... wakakaka.. mungkin gak didesain untuk keadaan primitif xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuma disini, di tanah airku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*It's good to feel (really) at home :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-8353772876685184514?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8353772876685184514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=8353772876685184514' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/8353772876685184514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/8353772876685184514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2008/09/uler-keket.html' title='Uler Keket'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-5948540107357714312</id><published>2008-09-18T02:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T03:12:41.405+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya, ya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SNGl9ChMCqI/AAAAAAAAACg/lCp1hkGi3e8/s1600-h/marriage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SNGl9ChMCqI/AAAAAAAAACg/lCp1hkGi3e8/s320/marriage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247157508930013858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yang bener yg mana:&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You do it, you'll regret it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You don't do it, you'll regret it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So better do it, at least you try before you regret it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Or...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If you know you'll regret it, why would you do it?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;neither&lt;/span&gt;. I'd say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If you know you won't regret it, why wouldn't you do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;green quotes are taken from &lt;a href="http://www.slesta.com/"&gt;slesta&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;P.S: It's online! Check us out at &lt;a href="http://laneysa.com/wedding"&gt;http://laneysa.com/wedding&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-5948540107357714312?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/5948540107357714312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=5948540107357714312' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/5948540107357714312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/5948540107357714312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2008/09/ya-ya.html' title='Ya, ya'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SNGl9ChMCqI/AAAAAAAAACg/lCp1hkGi3e8/s72-c/marriage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-2494339192964772782</id><published>2008-09-15T17:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:15:46.123+02:00</updated><title type='text'>An Iftar to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dah. sekarang dah cukup marah-marahnya. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SM6WsxZrJrI/AAAAAAAAACY/wS-UFVzP348/s1600-h/ramadhan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SM6WsxZrJrI/AAAAAAAAACY/wS-UFVzP348/s200/ramadhan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246296311852639922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ini kisah kecil di suatu petang Ramadhan, di hari Sabtu kemarin. Saya dan sahabat kebetulan diundang ke acara ulang tahun teman kami di Den Haag, sekaligus buka bersama. Sialnya kita terpaksa nelat gara-gara pake acara ketiduran (duh) plus juga harus menunggu pacar yang telat muncul di lokasi janjian di stasiun Amsterdam Zuid, dimana kita mesti ambil kereta ke Schiphol, dan kemudian disana oper lagi kereta ke Den Haag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gara gara kita agak buru-buru pas berangkat dari rumah, jadilah kita lupa menyediakan makanan manis seadanya untuk mengganjal perut. Tadinya saya berpikiran, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by the time&lt;/span&gt; waktu maghrib tiba kami sudah ada di stasiun Schiphol untuk oper kereta. Nah, mungkin bisa nih beli makanan kecil di sana, pikir saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, kenyataannya, sampai dengan masuk waktu maghrib, kami berdua masih ngaplo di Amsterdam Zuid dan pacar belum ada tanda-tanda datang. Saya lupa blas menyiapkan makanan kecil di tas, padahal sunnahnya begitu masuk waktu maghrib kan harus menyegerakan buka puasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ndys, kamu gak bawa makanan apa-apa ya?" tanya saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku cuma bawa air putih."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo wislah, pikir saya, daripada ngga ada yang lainnya cukuplah itu air putih buat saya. Setelah mengucap bismillah, glek glek glek... puasa saya batal sudah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lima menit.. sepuluh menit... kok pacar belum juga datang ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Neys, dingin nih, kita nunggu di bawah aja yok." ajakan sahabat saya yg langsung saya amini. Habisnya waktu itu kita memang duduk di platform yang letaknya di lantai atas, yang notabene  ruangan terbuka dan ter ekspos langsung dengan hembusan angin yang mak sliwir... . Daripada perut jadi kembung, mending ke bawah aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di bawah, saya clingak clinguk melihat kalau-kalau ada kios makanan yang buka. Tapi blas, gak ada. Tutup semua. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya sudah, sabar saja menanti, nanti beli makanan di Schiphol aja, &lt;/span&gt;saya mencoba menghibur diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak lama kemudian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Assalamu'alaikum. Heeft u Ramadhan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Saya dan sahabat clingak clinguk saling memandang, saat tiba-tiba ada bapak-bapak berwajah Maroko menghampiri kami sambil tersenyum. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waalaikumsalam,&lt;/span&gt; kami jawab dengan ragu. Waduh, apa ini? Pikir saya. Jangan-jangan orang iseng. Sahabat saya memandang saya sambil melontarkan wajah ragu yang sama. Sepertinya dia juga berpikiran seperti saya. Maklum, disini, image orang Maroko memang kurang "bener".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bapak tersebut kemudian bertanya lagi dengan bahasa Belanda yang kurang lancar. Saya kurang bisa menangkap maksudnya apa, ditambah lagi saya agak takut. Jadi saya cuma berdiri diam nggak tau mau ngapain. Sahabat saya memberanikan diri mendekati bapak itu untuk mencoba menjawab pertanyaannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ja.., ja.., wij zijn aan het Ramadhan." &lt;/span&gt;(Yes, we are on fast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ik heb iets voor eten&lt;/span&gt; (I have something to eat)," ujarnya sambil menunjuk bilik kecil di dekat eskalator. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WC Umum??!&lt;/span&gt; Kemudian ia berjalan masuk ke bilik WC umum itu, meninggalkan kami berdua dengan wajah bingung, memperhatikan sang WC umum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ndys? Orang tadi nggak iseng kan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku nggak tau, bahasa belandanya gak bagus... aku ngga ngerti dia ngomong apa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kayaknya sih aku nangkepnya dia nawarin gitu, mau makan apa nggak..." lanjut sahabat saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami terdiam sambil masih kebingungan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kesana ta?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya nggak papa sih. Nunggu Arie datang dulu aja deh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak sampai lima menit kemudian pacar saya datang, setengah berlari-lari. Lalu kami bertiga berjalan ke bilik WC. Pelan-pelan kami mengintip di sela pintu masuk otomatis, yang memang biasa digunakan di WC umum di Belanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Assalamu'alaikum?" saya memanggil hati-hati. Beberapa saat kemudian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Waalaikum salam," bapak tadi muncul sambil tersenyum sumringah, dan membukakan pintu otomatis untuk kami. Tergopoh-gopoh, sambil terus tersenyum lebar, ia masuk ke ruangan penjaga WC dan muncul lagi sambil membawa kotak plastik dan sekantung kurma. Begitu kotak plastiknya dibuka... subhanallah, isinya tiga kue dadar gulung gemuk-gemuk. Sekilas mirip american pancake, tapi lebih tebal dan berpori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mijn vrouw heeft dit gemaakt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(my wife made it)&lt;/span&gt;," ujarnya riang. Lalu mengambilkan tisu untuk menadahi makanan itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah kami masing-masing makan sebutir kurma, kamipun memakan pancake gulung itu. Subhanallah, rasanya nikmat sekali walaupun sederhana. Pancakenya empuk, dan dalamnya diolesi madu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, begitulah yang terjadi di bulan puasa. Makanan apapun, walaupun hanya secangkir teh manis, terasa nikmat luar biasa. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahhh... I love Ramadhan. Always reminded me to appreciate even simple things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Wat is uw naam, meneer?" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(what's your name?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abdul Kadr."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Waar komt u vandaan?"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (where are you from?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ik ben Marokaans," jawabnya sumringah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian, dengan bahasa belanda yang terpatah-patah, bapak itu bercerita bahwa ia tinggal di Utrecht. Dan ia baru seminggu ini bekerja di stasiun ini, menjaga WC umum menggantikan penjaga biasanya yang sakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meneer, wij moeten nu met de trein naar Den Haag. Bedankt voor het iftar!" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sir, we have to go now with the train to Den Haag, thanks for the iftar!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Syah, syah!" jawabnya sumringah dalam bahasa Arab, yang artinya kurang lebih &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fine, it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sesaat sebelum kami meninggalkan ruangan, ia bertanya lagi "Andonesie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ja!" Kami bertiga mengiyakan. Hehe, orang kita terkenal juga, saya membatin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan separuh pancake maroko masih ditangan, kami berlari-lari masuk kereta. Dalam hati saya sedikit menyesal.. malu banget... karena sempat berburuk sangka pada pak Abdul Kadr :( Maafkan saya ya pak... . InsyaAllah pahala untuk bapak luar biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If any one provides a fasting person with an Iftar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meal, Allah will forgive his sins, and save him from Hell-fire (in the Hereafter), and he will have a reward equal to the fasting person without reducing the reward deserved for him."&lt;/span&gt; - Dari Hadits Hasan Shahih, HR At-Tirmidzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudah2an saya juga dikasih kesempatan banyak-banyak sama Allah untuk memberi makan orang berbuka. Amien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: Ternyata hipotesa thesis saya banyak juga patahnya. Tadinya saya pikir menujukkan identitas religi di negeri molen ini sedikit banyak akan mengundang kecaman. Ternyata malah sebaliknya. Nggak jarang orang Belanda malah menunjukkan respek (semakin mereka penasaran, semakin mereka ingin tahu kan? Sok atuh kita tunjukin yang baik-baik biar mereka makin tahu siapa kita). Plus, mengeratkan tali persaudaraan sesama muslim di tempat-tempat tak terduga macam gini. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-2494339192964772782?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2494339192964772782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=2494339192964772782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/2494339192964772782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/2494339192964772782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2008/09/iftar-to-remember.html' title='An Iftar to Remember'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SM6WsxZrJrI/AAAAAAAAACY/wS-UFVzP348/s72-c/ramadhan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-3378795002749477256</id><published>2008-09-14T10:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:03:17.614+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh!! Huhhh!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SMzTT6HvZ_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Sfgre3UenAw/s1600-h/Drukdrukdruk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SMzTT6HvZ_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Sfgre3UenAw/s320/Drukdrukdruk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245800004952483826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-3378795002749477256?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3378795002749477256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=3378795002749477256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/3378795002749477256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/3378795002749477256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2008/09/huh-huhhh.html' title='Huh!! Huhhh!!!!!'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SMzTT6HvZ_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Sfgre3UenAw/s72-c/Drukdrukdruk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-1487069068779118556</id><published>2008-09-02T12:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:16:36.748+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Play the Projector</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SL0U9scJP2I/AAAAAAAAABU/sr2MqV8G46k/s1600-h/2404768747_3eaf3a10d6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SL0U9scJP2I/AAAAAAAAABU/sr2MqV8G46k/s320/2404768747_3eaf3a10d6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241368591462907746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this lyrics at &lt;a href="http://tikus-ilang.blogspot.com/"&gt;ulm's&lt;/a&gt; blog...&lt;br /&gt;Sebelumnya gak pernah merhatiin, as I always scroll quickly when reading blog.&lt;br /&gt;Baru tadi pas baca2 lagi, kecantol di postnya yang ini...&lt;br /&gt;Lirik lagunya bikin aku berpikir kemana-mana :) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo buat aku, lirik ini kayak proyektor&lt;br /&gt;Bikin kenangan-kenangan lama serasa diputer lagi, dalam bentuk film bisu &amp;amp; hitam putih..&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(padahal yo rung tau ngrungokno lagune, tp wis kakean imajinasi :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sorry ul, I skip ur freestyle-listening part xP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you're the rainbow lines i wait and read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;in my YM times&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the status i always notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;in my facebook times&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the girl i saw on youtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;oh yeah you're so cute&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the voice i hear at 3.am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from my itunes&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're my 16-hours flight girl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one i have to fight for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;the missing link i tried to find&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for evolution&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the sweetheart of the logic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;in my formula&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the dot and i am stripes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;in love by wire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you are thom and i am yorke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sing very well&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are Slash and I'm Les Paul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we rock together&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my D and i am your G&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we strum together, together..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you're a mouse, shall i be your pad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;i love to be with you &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;be with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;if these are wrong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;well i dont know how it should be now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;forgive me for i'm lost&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;but i know that i love you somehow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if these are wrong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;well i dont know how it should be now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive me&lt;br /&gt;for i'm lost&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know that i love you somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-1487069068779118556?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1487069068779118556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=1487069068779118556' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/1487069068779118556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/1487069068779118556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-play-projector.html' title='Let&apos;s Play the Projector'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SL0U9scJP2I/AAAAAAAAABU/sr2MqV8G46k/s72-c/2404768747_3eaf3a10d6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-7532258814590197373</id><published>2008-08-24T00:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T09:27:19.668+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Why fasting?</title><content type='html'>The month of Ramadhan is almost here. For me, all of my Muslim friends and other Muslims all around the globe, Ramadhan means no eating nor drinking from dusk til dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But why?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do you fast in Ramadhan and why is it so special?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spanish friend, Luzia, once asked. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of months ago, when that question came on to me, I could not answer at all. Seriously, I did not have the correct answer. My answer was: not only that it is a tradition in Islam - it is, scientifically proven, good for your health and anger management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that answer of mine was not wrong, but it was too.. general. For my friend Luzia who demanded a logical explanation, that answer was not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, just today, I have found the correct answer. At least for me, it has erased the big question mark that's been hanging on my head :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past week I've been working on my dietary plan. Huh? Diet? Yes, since Ramadhan is coming and this year the fasting hour will be significantly longer than usual, I have planned to adjust my stomach and eating habit. Thus, I only eat once a day (lunch it is) and snack at least as possible during the daytime. I need to do that because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this Ramadhan will be the first longest Ramadhan ever in my life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, I lived in Indonesia until I was 18, where we fast for 14 hrs all year round regardless which time of the year it is. (Indonesia has tropical climate which makes the daytime length pretty much the same all year round: sun rises at 4-5 am and sets at 5.30-6pm).&lt;br /&gt;Then I moved to the Netherlands where I have been living for 5 years now. For the past 5 years in the Netherlands, Ramadhan always falls around winter and autumn time. During winter the sun rises at 6-7am and sets around 4-5 pm (which makes it the nicest Ramadhan since we only had to fast for 8-10 hrs :D) and during autumn the sun rises at 4-6 and sets round 5-7, which makes the fasting hour almost as long as in Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year, we will have to fast during the transition weeks from Summer to Autumn, where sun rises at 4-4.30 am and sets at 9 pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went on my diet. I eat only once, did not drink much, but I was not on fast. Instead, I was just forcing myself to not eat nor drink because I felt I had to. And partially, I feared that if I did not do this, my stomach would not be well prepared by the time Ramadhan comes. Being the planning-freak person I am, I was so discipline with my plan and sticked to it as tight as possible even if I knew I didn't have to fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what happened??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt NOTHING like fasting in Ramadhan. I was angered almost the whole day since I felt hungry. And my stomach pain (plus migrain!!!) nearly killed me! And oh, it was such a TORTURE when I had to do lots of activities at the same time. Especially knowing that I could eat, but do not allow myself to eat for such vague reason... I am hungered, but hungered for nothing. There was no self-consciousness telling me that I do this for God and only for Him. Above all, I did not reserve myself to fast because I wanted to - I fast because I felt I had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I come to the conclusion that there is a psychological effect during Ramadhan. I am conscious that it is indeed the special time of the year where I have to cherish the opportunity given by Him. To evaluate myself, to improve myself, to manage my anger. When I fast in Ramadhan I do it happily. No matter how, my mind is consciously telling me that I'm doing it for God and nothing else. And somehow, it brings me peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... why fasting in Ramadhan? Why making it a special time? Because when we know it's special, we would feel special too.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we know we don't do it for nothing&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-7532258814590197373?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/7532258814590197373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=7532258814590197373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/7532258814590197373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/7532258814590197373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-fasting.html' title='Why fasting?'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-437390618189167661</id><published>2008-08-21T11:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:21:27.804+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Degree dan Designer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Found this in &lt;a href="http://davidairey.com"&gt;david airey&lt;/a&gt;'s blog. actually this isn't one of his post, tapi komen dari pengunjung blognya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;I just thought this would provide a good insight about how important a formal "design degree" is, for anyone aspiring to be a designer. As the problem with anyone in the start of their career launch is, that they are still confused on the question of "how can I get there/ how can I get to my desired career as a designer?" Some may think that having a degree in design already has marked one big milestone, when in fact it doesn't. It does, however, provide us with set of curriculum to test our skill and qualifications. But..... that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a common misconception but degrees aren’t “qualifications” to practice (i.e. they’re not training programmes). Foundation degrees and HNDs are more so, but a degree by definition is not intended to pronounce someone “qualified” to do anything. (I’m talking about the UK here) &lt;p&gt;Let me explain:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Qualification to practice usually occurs either on a vocational programme for non-graduate occupations (i.e. Foundation degrees) or on a postgraduate programme for graduate roles (i.e. a Masters, an MPhil or a PhD, or a specific industry-based qualification).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For example, you could do a three year degree in biology or medicine - it would not qualify you to be a doctor or a nurse. You would need to study for a postgraduate certificate to practice, same with law and architecture.&lt;br /&gt;However if you wanted to be a paramedic, or a court reported (I think I have the term right) you would not need a degree, instead you would do a Foundation degree.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Another example might be better: a school teacher will do a general degree, say in maths, then a postgraduate certificate (PGCE) that qualifies them to teach. A teaching assistant, on the other hand, may do a Foundation Degree - it’s not a graduate role (although there’s nothing to stop a graduate doing it, and many do.).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A degree is a general “qualification”, an education that equips the graduate with a range of skills that can be applied in a range of graduate-level roles (often termed a “liberal” qualification. It isn’t supposed to be tied to one area. Indeed, if a graphics degree only equipped someone with the skills to be a graphic designer and nothing else, it would be failing them. Given that there are 8,000+ graphics students in the UK at the moment, the likelihood of becoming a designer is quite low, so offering courses that only qualify you to be one would be a bit silly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So it is entirely reasonable to come to the end of a design degree and be a “crap” designer, but that person might go on to be a great teacher, a journalist, a manager, or anything. (To give an example, I met a physics graduate yesterday who trades on the Asian stockmarket - their physics degree opened up all sorts of opportunities, not just being a scientist! Design degrees should do the same)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyone who wants to be a designer should really be looking to FdAs, HNDs or the new “Creative Apprenticeships” (on-the-job training). Degrees are really for people who want to keep their options open, or are interested in strategic level jobs, and who are interested in academic study of the discipline - perhaps using research to identify new ways of design, or to solve tricky social problems (see designagainstcrime.com for an example of this sort of thing. It’s pushing the boundaries rather than fitting to a specification laid down by industry). They may also (and often do) become designers. ;-)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;See The Design Council’s ‘Blueprint’ for more on apprenticeships and the definition of ‘higher level skills’ - e.g. understanding of global markets, business strategy, ethics and so on - which degrees are supposed to develop; and see &lt;a href="http://www.qaa.ac.uk/" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.qaa.ac.uk&lt;/a&gt; for definitions of different qualifications in the UK, and the national guidelines (”benchmark statements”) on what a design degree should cover.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-437390618189167661?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/437390618189167661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=437390618189167661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/437390618189167661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/437390618189167661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/degree-dan-designer.html' title='Degree dan Designer'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-2581923929000396922</id><published>2008-08-08T12:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:51:53.029+02:00</updated><title type='text'>080808</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SJwimhFJgpI/AAAAAAAAABM/ehEiyB7Pq-g/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SJwimhFJgpI/AAAAAAAAABM/ehEiyB7Pq-g/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232094912208011922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy 8-8-8 everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to commemorate the day, here are a quick &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today In History:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- PT Pos Indonesia launched the special "Waktu Istimewa" (Special Time) commemoration stamps. (pic above)&lt;br /&gt;- My dear friend Elli is getting married in Malang with her darling Ardi. Congrats you two, may the marriage be full of blessings from The Most Gracious :)&lt;br /&gt;- The lady whom I help twice a week with chores, Tehmina, is celebrating her 38th birthday. Happy birthday bu dhe...&lt;br /&gt;- Today will also mark the opening for Beijing 2008 Olympics. So can't wait to watch the opening ceremony relayed in TV. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zhang_Yimou"&gt;Zhang Yimou&lt;/a&gt; is one of the artistic director, for godssakes!&lt;br /&gt;- And me, still getting nowhere with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mad Artboard &lt;/span&gt;project conception. Well, maybe after a few more doodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, the countdown. Oh yeah. Exactly 2 months to go.&lt;br /&gt;Today in two months, I will start having boyfriend for life.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-2581923929000396922?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/2581923929000396922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=2581923929000396922' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/2581923929000396922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/2581923929000396922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2008/08/080808.html' title='080808'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SJwimhFJgpI/AAAAAAAAABM/ehEiyB7Pq-g/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-3374637673438768179</id><published>2008-06-26T15:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:40:32.679+02:00</updated><title type='text'>(NOT) Scattered Muses</title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another place for muses, which are not really scattered :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is mostly about my thesis and research project.&lt;br /&gt;Well, initially I found the idea to document thesis in form of a blog, is not really professional. And somewhat lame. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(p.s.: the right place to publish thesis remains and always remains an academic journal! and p.p.s.: thats why I insisted to use wordpress as its engine, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; blogger! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;However... I kinda need it to promote my thesis for "common" audience. Since I need respondents for one of my research method, and I think blog is a smart way to briefly introduce what my research is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is: &lt;a href="http://newsphotothesis.wordpress.com"&gt;http://newsphotothesis.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-3374637673438768179?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3374637673438768179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=3374637673438768179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/3374637673438768179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/3374637673438768179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-scattered-muses.html' title='(NOT) Scattered Muses'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-1062768120797489955</id><published>2008-06-26T10:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T13:31:08.684+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress</title><content type='html'>- Established contact with a problem owner/ contact person (organization supervisor)... FINALLY! Will be meeting her on wed 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;- Setting audience-test interview for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Semantic_differential"&gt;Semantic Differential Study&lt;/a&gt;. Conducted pilot interview accordingly with one of the respondents. Went well.&lt;br /&gt;- Found 4 persons for audience test (a couple of elderly, one person in working age and one youth/college student). Still need 2 more persons: one (more) college student, and one (more) person in working age.&lt;br /&gt;- Wrote 27 pages already. Still scattered, though...&lt;br /&gt;- Still need to refine research methods and create new research map, since some things had been shifted off the initial plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, seriously need to make an organized time plan. Everything just went spontaneously without time-planning. But somehow this way worked for the best...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-1062768120797489955?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1062768120797489955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=1062768120797489955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/1062768120797489955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/1062768120797489955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2008/06/progress.html' title='Progress'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-3381696939687607339</id><published>2008-06-26T03:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T03:59:34.700+02:00</updated><title type='text'>17 weeks to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-3381696939687607339?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/3381696939687607339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=3381696939687607339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/3381696939687607339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/3381696939687607339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2008/06/17-weeks-to-go.html' title='17 weeks to go'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-985791514654329452</id><published>2008-06-16T17:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T01:35:32.905+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In everything I do, I acknowledge You...</title><content type='html'>I know that piece was taken from a &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.youtube.com/watch?v=sJOiW65QXJs"&gt;gospel-dance-r&amp;amp;b track&lt;/a&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;But it....... enlivens me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-985791514654329452?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/985791514654329452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=985791514654329452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/985791514654329452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/985791514654329452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-everything-i-do-i-acknowledge-you.html' title='In everything I do, I acknowledge You...'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-4271231132953555001</id><published>2008-06-14T14:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T15:24:37.408+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review: The Complete Idiot's Guide to Understanding Islam</title><content type='html'>Last week a book title caught my eye.... during my usual stroll in the google world, hoping to fetch articles related to my FD research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book was entitled "Complete Idiot's Guide to Understanding Islam", offering an easy-to-comprehend explanation about Islam. Much alike the concept offered by "Learning for Dummies" series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to buy the book from online shopping service, when it struck my mind that I might just as well whip my luck and find the free e-book somewhere. So I did and I found the torrent file, and successfully got the pdf version. I am now still reading the book and far from finished, since I just recently reached chapter 2 (The Spiritual World of Islam). However after I got passed the first chapter (Introducing Islam), already I had some remarks and reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Introduction of Introduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foreword and introduction chapter really caught me. Apparently this book was written by an American Islam convert, Yahya Emerick, whom his friend Qasim Najar (who wrote the foreword for this book) dubbed as "a man juggling his American identity and his Islamic soul and gracefully striking a balance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the introduction chapter, Emerick really did convince me that he was about to offer a breath of fresh air. A writing that would accommodate true Islamic teaching with soft, friendly "liberal" approach. He presented the idea that true Islam shares similar characteristics as Judaism and Christian, thus brought the proof that those three world's largest, foremost monotheistic religions were brought by messengers who shared the same mission. Hence, they were inspired by the same source - God almighty itself. I personally thought that it was a very effective opening statement, leading the readers to open their mind that "all religions are true.... if they were all embraced truthfully." Much the same concept as Liberal Islam, only that it was of course more politically correct. Emerick also argued that the teaching of Islam, true as it is, offered the answers to many problems we face in this contemporary world such as how to release stress from our daily hectic career-oriented life, how to make peace in today's violence-saturated world, all in all the ultimate philosophical teaching to live our life in this world. Just as what the other philosophical teaching offered us, such as the teaching of Buddha and Taoisme. A very, very universal opening that put readers at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this introduction Emerick also told the history of relation between Islam and Christian world, as well as to the Judaism world. Although there were evidences of many years of war and disputes, the history between the three also saw some era of fruitful relationship, mutual respect and toleration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally loved how he concluded the introduction chapter with a very sound statement inviting everyone to welcome Muslims in the modern world : "...as Muslims take their place in the melting pot, I hope we all can see that the flavors they will add will enrich our lives for the better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when I got into the next part, which is where Emerick explains the importance of knowing Islam in nowaday's world, I could see that he became more "hardliner". He presented the impartiality of today's media in portraying Islam, and tried to convince readers that Western world especially has become far from civil when presenting Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, I think, could put the readers back in their hard feet, presuming that Emerick tried to raise hate towards the Western world. He explained, however, that since there are so many stereotypes that Islam might face in present days, it is important for everyone to learn first about what Islam truly is to prevent themselves from seeing just one side of the story. It is wiser to listen to both Western and Muslim tells and explains, so that in the end it would be the readers themselves who has the liberty to conclude everything. It was a good, logical idea, of course. But again, since within the next paragraphs there was an urge to be "ganging up" against Western side, it could promote a rather negative tone for the readers who might has already been put in ease after a very inviting and friendly introductory argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side, sometimes being hard towards Western's unfair treatment to Islam might be just as wise. If we look around us we could see many examples that being too liberal is nothing but big mistake, for example the case of liberal Islam. We could learn that the approach of Liberal Islam, liberal and accommodative as it is, is nothing but clear inconsistency. Dubbed themselves as Muslim, but what they roared around is an obvious opposite to Islam teachings. Thus, I believe that there are still many ways to be friendly and adaptive but at the same time consistently standing within true Islamic core values. A balanced approach, so to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hoped that the next chapters which I am now about to read would embrace that balance approach, to clear the juxtapositions Emerick might have brought up in the Introduction chapter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-4271231132953555001?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/4271231132953555001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=4271231132953555001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/4271231132953555001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/4271231132953555001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2008/06/book-review-complete-idiots-guide-to.html' title='Book Review: The Complete Idiot&apos;s Guide to Understanding Islam'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-1879468623803135609</id><published>2008-06-09T11:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T14:33:44.425+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Towards the Urge of "Islamic Feminism"</title><content type='html'>In my previous post I have been intrigued with the question about the trend of feminism in Islam. How is the trend of feminism in modern day Islam? Has it been going through the same evolution as that of modern feminism nowadays (I discussed about this so-called "evolution" of feminism before)? And is the concept of feminism applicable and feasible to Islam? If so, how should Muslim women pursue the spirit of feminism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The history of feminism in Islam could be dated as far back as the 14th century when intelligent Muslima figures&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lived and played important role in helping the teaching of Islam. Back then, few Muslima figures including Prophet Muhammad's wife Aisyah, had strived to show their existence by lending their intelligent mind and attitudes to help configuring strategies in da'wah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, is the form of feminism in Muslim women still the same as many decades before? Do we, as Muslim women, still struggling with the same old question of motivation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the media continuously expose the image of Muslim women being mistreated (especially in the third world), there is no doubt that it would affect our motivations to just "get our b*tt out there and compete". Perhaps, just perhaps, the trend of feminism in Muslim women has not been going through the same evolution as I discussed in the beginning of this post. We still persists with the same old question of "can I?" and "if I go out there, will I survive?" It is time for the sisters in Islam to counsel each other, especially their fellow who are still persisting with their fear of being not accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps, just perhaps, the space and opportunities given out there for us maybe are not as much as what given to other women in the world. We must not forget that Muslim women might not be as well accepted as other women. With the false paradigm towards Muslim women and Islam in general currently spreading all over the world as the cause of impartial media coverage, it is possible that the world out there is unfriendly towards Muslim women. Especially, if we are talking about career, we ought to keep in mind that to build a career means to get in touch with secular world that may or may not accept conservative, religious Islamic outlook such as praying five times a day, wearing hijab, etc. All of those would eventually result in lower acceptance of Islamic values in the secular, career-oriented world. It is an urging problem, to transform the image of conservative Islam to a more modern, friendly, and adaptive image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about feminism and its relation to the task to shift the image of Islam, I myself believe it is indeed important to raise the spirit of feminism among Muslim women. If we wanted to open people's eyes that Islam is a modern, and all-around not a traditional religion, we ought to do it by showcasing positive images in the media. Media nowadays are highly saturated with images of Muslims in conflicting countries, crying for helping hands. It is now the best moment for Muslim -if we embrace it - to show our success story, since we are currently under the spotlight. And arguably, Muslim women are under the forefront limelight if compared to men. Muslim women, to the media, are easy prey since their image could easily and instantly portray the symbol of being under control, mistreated, and burdened. Especially, Muslim women carries more religious symbols than men. First they have hijab, that might carry connotation meanings i.e. restrictions. Then burqa and abaya, that might symbolize alienation from modern world and outside world. Moreover, there are many issues concerning men dominations in Islam countries: forced marriage, career and socialization restrictions, obligations to stay at home.... and many more. Everything above justify that Muslim women are the ultimate tool for shifting the traditional, conservative image of Islam. If there are more images in the media about Muslim women in modern world who are able to break the ground, showcasing symbols of success in their career and their existence (in politics, educations, economic sector, or elsewhere) especially if they are portrayed wearing hijab or anything else that symbolizes their practice and embrace of Islam; it would be a powerful shifting gear in Islam movement against negative images saturating the media. Hence the urge to embrace spirit of feminism among Muslim women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, feminism in its new trend could be a powerful tool to motivate Muslim women all over the world. And when combined with the teaching of Islam - which not only teach us to respect women but also tell us the importance to do the best we could since God has entrusted the world in our hands - the spirit of feminism could transform itself into a magnificent spirit for all women in Islam. The spirit that would help shifting the paradigm towards Islam into a whole new respected image. The motivation to join the fight in Allah's path not just because they are Muslim, but also because... they are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;women&lt;/span&gt;. And no jihad will ever be perfectly powerful without their presence in the league.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-1879468623803135609?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/1879468623803135609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=1879468623803135609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/1879468623803135609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/1879468623803135609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2008/06/towards-urge-of-islamic-feminism.html' title='Towards the Urge of &quot;Islamic Feminism&quot;'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-8694783000651311017</id><published>2008-06-08T16:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T11:21:26.949+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Trend of Feminism</title><content type='html'>So, Hillary finally had to quit the race. Even I myself have not been really following this whole big issue of US election since the very beginning, yet I have been curious on how Mrs. Hilldog would do. And eventually my curiosity is now answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had projected though, that eventhough she did well as a female candidate eventually Barack will be the one who rises to shine. He had won over major number of voters by showcasing the projections of which direction he will lead the country in near future. And which direction would most people desire? Obviously, anywhere that would lead them to a new era and offer the thrilling excitement of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, people are very into anything "modern" and out of the box. Anything that are beyond traditional form and ground-breaking are believed as better than old, same stuff. It is also reflected in business and commercial world, where any kind of industries are expected by their customers to continuously develop newer, more innovated products. The same expectation could also be applied in the political world. A politician's ability to transcend traditional politics speaks more than their promises in their election speech. This is what Obama has that Hilldog does not - a political mission that is far beyond traditional form. A far vision for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, moving closer towards the theme of my post. I just read an &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1812050,00.html?xid=rss-politics-cnn"&gt;interesting article&lt;/a&gt; in Times online, which takes the insight on Hillary's result on the ground of feminism. We could cleary see that the issue of sexism had played major role for Hillary's image. All around there had been much talk about the rise of feminine figure. Having Hillary elected as a president means that skepticism towards female role in any sectors is no longer existed. Therefore, Hillary had won over fairly high number of women votes. Yet, why did she fail to conquer the rest of her "kind"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Clinton team had overlooked was the fact that feminism has been going through an evolution. It is not the time anymore to question whether female could exceed their own expectations, in other word being pessimistic towards women is no longer a valid argument. Of course many women support feminism value, but that does not mean that they still keep the persistent belief that female still face many obstacles in their attempt to showcase their existences in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I could outline in the article, is the fact that Clinton's run has shown that merely "feminists" do not exist anymore, but instead it had been transformed into a bipolar concept called "optimist feminists" and "pessimist feminists".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessimist feminists are those who still live the 70's world where restrictions for women in workplace was still high, and where it was clear to see a huge difference between women and men in workplace. They are those who urges for Clinton's presidency in the ground of questioning "if not her, then who?" or "if not now, then when?" and believe that the opportunity of having a female president only happens once in an era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough pessimist feminists still do exist, the rise of optimist feminists is becoming bigger trend than ever. Optimist feminists are those who lives in nowadays world, where women and men have equally the same opportunities in career. Those who no longer feel the need to prove that they belong in the work competition, because they surely know that women all around the world have proved that they DO belong in any competitions in any sectors. And moreover, those who don't want to rally behind a female candidate simply because she is a woman. Those who no longer question women's optimism and motivation to compete, because it was long proved that the optimism and motivation are already there. Rather, they focus more on building power ability and capability as the next important factor after motivation, since of course, motivation itself is never enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next intriguing question tangling in my head is how far the concept of this "new trend of feminism" exists in the world of Muslim women, especially those who wears hijab and thus carrying clear symbols that they practice Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get more to this in my next post :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7833090349956451849-8694783000651311017?l=scatteredmuses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/feeds/8694783000651311017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7833090349956451849&amp;postID=8694783000651311017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/8694783000651311017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7833090349956451849/posts/default/8694783000651311017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scatteredmuses.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-trend-of-feminism.html' title='A New Trend of Feminism'/><author><name>a.k.a. Nez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11583658134023135862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfY17np7hCs/SfrwhsVyX0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/e2AQsdao68g/S220/Thinking_by_flizZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7833090349956451849.post-9110910214814404492</id><published>2008-06-02T10:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T18:40:43.261+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Auschwitz Can't Help</title><content type='html'>I just read an interesting piece in de Volkskrant today. Actually, the article was from 2 weeks ago (May 17th), but I think it is a recent issue and still interesting enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article evolves around the story of a mother, who had to painfully witness her son changed from a "playful, outgoing young man" to an extreme salafi Islam follower. And of course, for the sake of privacy, real names of the characters are disguised. What intrigues me, is that the way the mother "described" her son now, resembles the picture of a typical (or stereotypical) fundamentalist Muslim portrayed in the media, which are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Baard laten groeien (growing beard)&lt;br /&gt;2. Vijf keer per dag bidden (pray 5 times a day)&lt;br /&gt;3. Arabisch studeren (studying Arabic)&lt;br /&gt;4. Ongelovigen aanspreken op hun gedrag (preaching the unbelievers for their manners)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What even more interesting, is that this mother said it all started when his son was addicted to the game "American Army", which mission is to assasinate "Mr Jihad". Because of his addiction to the game, he became a lousy student and hardly could concentrate in his study anymore. Then she decided, to give her son a breath of fresh air (and eventually to separate him with internet connection), she sent her son for a holiday to Israel, where her daughter lives since she got married with a Palestinian man, with the assumption that in Israel there are no internet connection therefore his son could reduce his addiction to the game(doh!). Isn't it a perfect resemblance?? Far too perfect, I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Israel, her daughter took her son for a visit to the Al Aqsa masjid. and it was also during that visit, when her son declares her faith in Islam and converted to the religion. A perfect, perfect picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her son eventually returned to the Netherlands, she noticed an extreme difference in his behavior. It was like he changed into a totally different person. She believed that he got "brainwashed". It was even more terrible since, upon his return, he started to learn about Islam in As Sunnah Mosquee in The Hague and became Imam Fawaz's pupil. Imam Fawaz is a renowned salafist Imam here in the Netherlands, whom the media regularly report from time to time with his "fundamentalist" and "extreme" movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, her s
