tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42849914442098108102024-03-14T10:42:24.888+07:00diamante...... my self, my life, and my story!-iNtaN-http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352449442106078199noreply@blogger.comBlogger126125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284991444209810810.post-13351196957987103802015-08-23T19:01:00.001+07:002015-08-23T19:01:20.081+07:00Being ignoranceSometimes, I wish that I'm an ignorance. Because you know what, those who we care the most are the ones who will hurt us way painful than those common people. <div><br><div>We tend to expect to be taken care back, or loved back by the ones we love or care. But the reality is not always like what we've expected. The gap between the reality and expectation is just hurt.</div><div><br></div><div>Oh well, probably we shouldn't have that expectation. Love without hoping to be loved back, and care without hoping back to be cared back; or just being the ignorance...</div><div><br></div><div>*Sunday night madness</div><div>*I don't know what's wrong with me</div><div>*random thought</div></div>-iNtaN-http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352449442106078199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284991444209810810.post-48978958653398256242015-07-18T09:59:00.001+07:002015-07-18T09:59:49.605+07:00EidlFitr 1436 HAs I've written on the previous post, this year's Ramadan and Eid is kinda different, since what I have to do almost in the whole day is just staying in bed...lalalaπ. Even in the Eid day, I didn't join the Eid pray. But still, I get dressed while waiting the whole family arrived from the masjid, only to feel the Eid ambience. <div>After the Eid pray, we usually have the sungkeman time, it's Javanese tradition to ask forgiveness and blessing to the elder. Though, it's kinda different because Im sick at this Eid, but all the tradition and annual agenda are just the same. And after all, Eid is a time to feast and gather with all your love ones. What can you ask for more..?</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh86_O0KNqjMPpXd99kB7aIwDQgWDWfN5paC_a2ZOQgaF95Bc_5VbKt19sbWdMsvx_RexCnl5NIclXWTEeM7ug6UueHdJAFqWUB7NmKSK8ewPs5hl3G-Iilt38Cw65yuymvrFPcDf-qv5Q/s640/blogger-image-78313831.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh86_O0KNqjMPpXd99kB7aIwDQgWDWfN5paC_a2ZOQgaF95Bc_5VbKt19sbWdMsvx_RexCnl5NIclXWTEeM7ug6UueHdJAFqWUB7NmKSK8ewPs5hl3G-Iilt38Cw65yuymvrFPcDf-qv5Q/s640/blogger-image-78313831.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Aamiin Allahuma aamiin..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Please make it possible O Allah SWT.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And below are our family portrait, sending a warm Eid greeting for all of you..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFeY0n1zmher4hwSYzcv7CTbMEZARxltqkPf_SIj8OFt-3jaT5EfzlrWkuYB06a_0GyR1s9yZA6vzys8Jc7d6mzdgcmWBIzC3Q-1LZiQw9VRT9rlYivtksW9pgS0h-Kvn3E7B_Vxy4PFY/s640/blogger-image-324156250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFeY0n1zmher4hwSYzcv7CTbMEZARxltqkPf_SIj8OFt-3jaT5EfzlrWkuYB06a_0GyR1s9yZA6vzys8Jc7d6mzdgcmWBIzC3Q-1LZiQw9VRT9rlYivtksW9pgS0h-Kvn3E7B_Vxy4PFY/s640/blogger-image-324156250.jpg"></a></div></div><div>This is complete version of the family. Thanks to the camera, the timer, and the tripod. One of my wishes every year is hoping that next year, there's one or two additional member(s) of the family. Aamiin Allahuma aamiin..</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXbjDzL4iDOuwiINrA_2SjTdYMavWR4gKORbbvTotO2yf7LlakoKwgBwof-UTaQ8s0S8r3MoeDW7leYp4UM8TuSaHv5EWsI_4W-r-JQBsGJjXoodf4IYBLR0mKgtkEKE0DAMOaOiQNcVo/s640/blogger-image--1347933432.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXbjDzL4iDOuwiINrA_2SjTdYMavWR4gKORbbvTotO2yf7LlakoKwgBwof-UTaQ8s0S8r3MoeDW7leYp4UM8TuSaHv5EWsI_4W-r-JQBsGJjXoodf4IYBLR0mKgtkEKE0DAMOaOiQNcVo/s640/blogger-image--1347933432.jpg"></a></div>Mom & Dad with their three daughters. They are the best parents in the world. May Allah SWT always protect them, give the health, happines, and blessing.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp-unP2kir7NAxVLzBBqEPkIeuZ885YRFMsrGfh-f-Ab_m77jFkTZSl4Vnn_XmApuUgXphrRAHnDRsN76AgfjCG5AbX86R7ZLDVBKIpvnhiKjiaoWv0-T72HZb8TS9821-QRO-oycorag/s640/blogger-image-2029202226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp-unP2kir7NAxVLzBBqEPkIeuZ885YRFMsrGfh-f-Ab_m77jFkTZSl4Vnn_XmApuUgXphrRAHnDRsN76AgfjCG5AbX86R7ZLDVBKIpvnhiKjiaoWv0-T72HZb8TS9821-QRO-oycorag/s640/blogger-image-2029202226.jpg"></a></div>The sister; both of them are my bestest friends, my number one supporters, and my first line defenders. I love the much. May Allah SWT always love you much too...β€οΈ</div>-iNtaN-http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352449442106078199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284991444209810810.post-4745658226826614542015-07-16T14:54:00.001+07:002015-07-16T14:54:07.883+07:00The Eid ambience...Eid will come so soon; yay! Since tomorrow will be the Eid, the feast day of all moslems. But for me, the feeling is just so unlike what I've used to have. Well, Im not blaming my sick, but more or less, this is just the cause. This sick has ruined my Ramadan and also my Eid plans.<div>Despite all the gloomy I have, let's just enjoy the Eid. The smell of Mom's cook is so mouthwatering. All family members have gathered here. Though I have to stay on my bed... I hope this is gonna be the blessed and wonderful Eid too..</div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcwNiSAacEF5TpBcwHaB0tGqG_hQzpO2V7gBrRkyrrYYdqPYlqSFlo45XpkrtcQulqwhc82INeW32B0XG05NuVMplJG8LQ_OADbBvcS0Vej5n6I7L0HXqJJb4CjjEqW-odTEOlEkCrK0A/s640/blogger-image-1922405564.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcwNiSAacEF5TpBcwHaB0tGqG_hQzpO2V7gBrRkyrrYYdqPYlqSFlo45XpkrtcQulqwhc82INeW32B0XG05NuVMplJG8LQ_OADbBvcS0Vej5n6I7L0HXqJJb4CjjEqW-odTEOlEkCrK0A/s640/blogger-image-1922405564.jpg"></a></div> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbPxPhEY2lMHJyMvJ3pPhfaq6_BsNgQ0cxWZO03BoDIjMbx5MRSQIoZbS-qIu0t_UxlAleY90X6YGFSWzvkmVG69TA253n2rKJ8dXjjL-ogjTjllxtIuQwnWFfV4aV4np20rw8bzXG7DU/s640/blogger-image--1322831552.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbPxPhEY2lMHJyMvJ3pPhfaq6_BsNgQ0cxWZO03BoDIjMbx5MRSQIoZbS-qIu0t_UxlAleY90X6YGFSWzvkmVG69TA253n2rKJ8dXjjL-ogjTjllxtIuQwnWFfV4aV4np20rw8bzXG7DU/s640/blogger-image--1322831552.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div><div><div>And please not forget to make sweet family picture again..</div></div><div><br></div><div>Have a great Eid ambience dear friends..</div><div><br></div>-iNtaN-http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352449442106078199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284991444209810810.post-54040164114707555592015-07-14T20:35:00.001+07:002015-07-14T20:35:13.822+07:00Oh, red velvet!<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxCiDlhlDewFBc76nWlfGSlLmvfGvI36rce7PGiHAsnIVLJBsfJqHDvsXojer3bY0wyyGGlMgpdQQYRD5Ql2ZpYRbdwOQtXZqyUG54-9o3YgKd-hcS-YBsPqTaDA97PhCGXzsVqAVuhrc/s640/blogger-image--1462858060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxCiDlhlDewFBc76nWlfGSlLmvfGvI36rce7PGiHAsnIVLJBsfJqHDvsXojer3bY0wyyGGlMgpdQQYRD5Ql2ZpYRbdwOQtXZqyUG54-9o3YgKd-hcS-YBsPqTaDA97PhCGXzsVqAVuhrc/s640/blogger-image--1462858060.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div>So craving for this sweet. This is like de ja vu, at my last typhoid fever, I also craved for this, and get one after I've recovered. I hope someone just be kind to send me one.. *berkhayal* <div>Oh well, why am I so random tonight...? *jedang*</div>-iNtaN-http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352449442106078199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284991444209810810.post-12219479846144126782015-07-06T20:30:00.001+07:002015-07-06T20:42:37.721+07:00The big brotherA shocking news this morning, a good friend has passed away. Though I know that he's in his recovery after stroke attack around a month ago, but still the news is so shocking.<div>I feel a deep loss, and remember all the good old days we spent together back then..</div><div>Innalillahi wa innaillaihi rojiun..</div><div>May Allah SWT grant you jannah Bang..</div><div>Accept your good deeds and give mercy on ur mistakes..</div><div><br></div><div>"Even abang selalu bully aku, sampe aku pengen nangis..</div><div>Puas ngetawain aku, sampe aku bete..</div><div>Nelepon/gedor kamar aku minta makanan..</div><div>Maksa aku belajar bagian zeminya abang dan jawab setiap ada pertanyaan dari sensei..</div><div><br></div><div>But you are always be the big brother..</div><div><br></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Yang selalu rempong ngurusin ini itu..</span></div><div>Yang mau nungguin aku di gang kalo aku pulang kemaleman dan takut gelap..</div><div>Yang pasrah kalo aku lagi jutek dan nyinyir.."</div><div><br></div><div>Thank you for everything...</div><div>Thank you for always being the bih brother for me and all friends...</div><div>πππππ</div><div>*sedihnya ih ππππ</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQtAj5l8rqM5oE2XsIZHuMiR56EKw4CTlvmYNrRBax2uxmJrI8qJwgwfn-tgRphpML8C1_hmAzpe8K51vpM0KT94pIE_P0iCQazhme5RL9pMu6u8_qzYvlqIPe26ve05E81AbMvSoxTGs/s640/blogger-image--598147704.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQtAj5l8rqM5oE2XsIZHuMiR56EKw4CTlvmYNrRBax2uxmJrI8qJwgwfn-tgRphpML8C1_hmAzpe8K51vpM0KT94pIE_P0iCQazhme5RL9pMu6u8_qzYvlqIPe26ve05E81AbMvSoxTGs/s640/blogger-image--598147704.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div><br></div></div>-iNtaN-http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352449442106078199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284991444209810810.post-10956855708655436832015-06-28T18:52:00.001+07:002015-06-28T18:52:06.915+07:00I swear I lived<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHFAAMko5xiDlBOMfJpbdXNrrA7j1RguyVtbRVkdwYgk-A5fm2A1GgldEZewKzqpEdRYrL8rXzzlP9Y6p5OXczYMX3VPtyJ70jEE1KBVbRKTL9yH8nsBKtKXQzSfw6m7NvM8GXSRIb14M/s640/blogger-image--637463993.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHFAAMko5xiDlBOMfJpbdXNrrA7j1RguyVtbRVkdwYgk-A5fm2A1GgldEZewKzqpEdRYrL8rXzzlP9Y6p5OXczYMX3VPtyJ70jEE1KBVbRKTL9yH8nsBKtKXQzSfw6m7NvM8GXSRIb14M/s640/blogger-image--637463993.jpg"></a></div>-iNtaN-http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352449442106078199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284991444209810810.post-47642758303512410482015-06-27T10:19:00.001+07:002015-06-27T10:19:58.864+07:00The sign<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXNh4REQ1iScITbS5vAmlF8pJj9E-QbKa4r39YPFrPUx5T71XBcwl2uJHZu5ryp7BzNZp6jmO5gqYKGjz1LxsNmhY0lCSf-Ac9lCSi8mvspUJL6gG-o7Z1lOx6gNyoGw-NvHC5h9ET-Y8/s640/blogger-image--1328737542.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXNh4REQ1iScITbS5vAmlF8pJj9E-QbKa4r39YPFrPUx5T71XBcwl2uJHZu5ryp7BzNZp6jmO5gqYKGjz1LxsNmhY0lCSf-Ac9lCSi8mvspUJL6gG-o7Z1lOx6gNyoGw-NvHC5h9ET-Y8/s640/blogger-image--1328737542.jpg"></a></div>-iNtaN-http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352449442106078199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284991444209810810.post-61279540083984273172015-04-19T20:35:00.001+07:002015-04-19T20:35:01.253+07:00Enough is enough..<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">When you've tried hard on something, but all the efforts seems won't work. I think I'd better stop. I'm not giving up, I just feel that I've had enough. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ZnU68LEDsbMwK8Jbfs13tA-3U4b8gCtPzXOHy0yknshCSefeh8hnVp16Ps5-5wSPAt3C8VEpLb9EBPH5y7gWA8YKsQRInf06yjU0ZFGG12tMxul6wKYYqXI6vA1ttR3fEdRZl-EUyxo/s640/blogger-image-1536605673.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ZnU68LEDsbMwK8Jbfs13tA-3U4b8gCtPzXOHy0yknshCSefeh8hnVp16Ps5-5wSPAt3C8VEpLb9EBPH5y7gWA8YKsQRInf06yjU0ZFGG12tMxul6wKYYqXI6vA1ttR3fEdRZl-EUyxo/s640/blogger-image-1536605673.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Yeah..my heart finally said; 'enough is enough'.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Let's go change the direction..</div>-iNtaN-http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352449442106078199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284991444209810810.post-29921649690489269392015-04-15T15:36:00.001+07:002015-04-15T15:36:24.739+07:00The home..<div>Sendu..</div><div><br></div><div>Strolling around Yogya city always brings back my childhood memories.</div><div>Those happiness, laugh, sadness, tears comes along with every corner of the city.</div><div>The city has taught me a lot about letting go after losing and accepting new great things.</div><div>Though leaving the city back then was a start of our new lives, Yogya is always be my home...</div><div><br></div><div>Aaahhh syediihhh...-:(</div>-iNtaN-http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352449442106078199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284991444209810810.post-68207412484311999892015-04-05T21:06:00.001+07:002015-04-05T21:06:06.418+07:00The dreamerI had a very serious talk with Mom this morning, the invansion to Yaman, regarding to the news in yesterday's newspaper. The news is just so heartbreaking for me. Why should we? It's just me who is too naive about all these stuffs I guess, but I always dreams about the world peace, something that is so doubful for some people [including me, actually]. <div>No, I don't want to discuss about the difference causing the conflict, but as a world peace dreamer, I highly hope that we could just feel fine about the difference. It's me with my belief, and that's you with your belief. No need to influence and opress each other, it's just us live side by side peacefully. Could we? *again, I'm a dreamer*</div><div>Each side might afraid that their followers could be missleaded. Well, imho, it's every person's responsibility to learn about their own religion kan ya? So first thing first is learning a lot, protect your own self, thus you can also guide your family and friends. </div><div>A good reminder to be a learner as long as you live...</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMwDaNHlbrSTDaJf4v92rkep13I9dVqrJiLsG0hGi_kEDKHcrdv5oNg1IuteS6jjvPJXPYhFnYl_Lxq8SnQLjXmi0Me-MOewtprI3LsQ11H6ztka6ffeUm-Yl-pRgMAikGfl2qJTl1otk/s640/blogger-image--1741002312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMwDaNHlbrSTDaJf4v92rkep13I9dVqrJiLsG0hGi_kEDKHcrdv5oNg1IuteS6jjvPJXPYhFnYl_Lxq8SnQLjXmi0Me-MOewtprI3LsQ11H6ztka6ffeUm-Yl-pRgMAikGfl2qJTl1otk/s640/blogger-image--1741002312.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">*<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">picture take from pinterest</span></div></div>-iNtaN-http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352449442106078199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284991444209810810.post-81030873894799081232015-04-03T22:44:00.001+07:002015-04-04T09:31:57.356+07:00The best[est]...[est] friend<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-YU9CUdmLs1V77hfTbPgD2r0p_Fp_Ik_inN4tb9JA05RbMHolFFbNTq6tt6zNRJQFMCwtZplOCory2ENJgsDsI-4rhyWL1QFGliHN_Vn3kddQRTDmbpbqGab_oHEl1UY0V3rjP9yytR0/s640/blogger-image--1630129095.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-YU9CUdmLs1V77hfTbPgD2r0p_Fp_Ik_inN4tb9JA05RbMHolFFbNTq6tt6zNRJQFMCwtZplOCory2ENJgsDsI-4rhyWL1QFGliHN_Vn3kddQRTDmbpbqGab_oHEl1UY0V3rjP9yytR0/s640/blogger-image--1630129095.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Well, most of time..I'm the one who puts high standard, forces myself to achieve my target, becomes so much perfectionist to what I do, and does many other things that irritate myself..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I forget that what I need the most is just sit back, take a deep breath, and enjoying a cup of tea. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Life is just life, and the world will always go around. Love what I have had now, be grateful for the love I've got, and forget all the things that I haven't had.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Life is beautiful, just enjoy every second of your life and be the best-est-est...-est friend of yourself.β€οΈ</div></div>-iNtaN-http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352449442106078199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284991444209810810.post-13073275613879163712015-04-02T20:41:00.001+07:002015-04-04T09:31:04.723+07:00Mencintaimu, harus menjadi aku...<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Q8jzd57Kz-ieKnwzUt8zP31PRY5lCnMFILEVubiGdy53yndLSx17zgK26qX1n2PXezh1nWYszxjZS5kB13nDC1Zkh3jzmGyAGb1GV6iLea5LqGGS2xdugp67rcBuSo49hFA_llrUpJA/s640/blogger-image--2066358181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Q8jzd57Kz-ieKnwzUt8zP31PRY5lCnMFILEVubiGdy53yndLSx17zgK26qX1n2PXezh1nWYszxjZS5kB13nDC1Zkh3jzmGyAGb1GV6iLea5LqGGS2xdugp67rcBuSo49hFA_llrUpJA/s640/blogger-image--2066358181.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I just love this poem, it's just so deep..β€οΈ</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i>"You've never known how much I love you, but I belive that I am the one who loves you the most. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i>I love you, you know I have, I do, and I'll always...loved, love, and love you.."</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i>~me to you [who I haven't had any idea about who are you...]</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><br></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">*g word banget dah ini gueee* *keselek* *agak kesambet juga kayaknya*</div>-iNtaN-http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352449442106078199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284991444209810810.post-28831474052471399502015-04-01T19:55:00.001+07:002015-04-01T19:55:16.872+07:00The heart<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Trying to look deep inside my heart. 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Sometimes that's how beautiful hearts are remade; they are shattered first..' ~ Yasmin Mogahed</div>-iNtaN-http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352449442106078199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284991444209810810.post-88439585579460785592015-03-15T10:34:00.001+07:002015-04-04T14:38:29.363+07:00Travelling with....Do you like travelling? Most people would answer yes, I bet you *sok tau kan gue*. Tapi bener kan, most people itu suka travelling. Dan kalau ngeliat trend yang sekarang ada di kalangan anak-anak yang [katanya] gaul dan kekinian, knowing new places somewhere is really such an achievement. <div>And if you're asking me, do I like travelling? I probably need some time to answer that *ditanya begitu doang galau* *Zzzz*. Gue pengen bisa dateng ke tempat-tempat yang bagus, terutama somewhere all over Indonesia yang gemesin banget tempat-tempatnya. Cuma, ya gitu..pas di sana terus mau ngapain? 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Jadi ceritanya sepagian tadi, I've finished reading this book. Amelia, the 4th series of Serial Anak Mamak, written by Tere Liye. For your information, Bang Tere is one of my favourite writer, and I've been collecting his books so far. Makanya, at the time I heard kalo Amelia has been released, berasa gatel untuk cepetan beli dan baca. Alhamdulillahnya, pas banget semalem si adek mampir ke Gramedia, dan ngeliat Amelia ini sudah terpajang rapi di rak Gramwdia, and since adek juga one of his fans, ya dibelilah ini Amelia. Happy sekali rasanya semalem waktu tau si adek bawa pulang buku ini. </div>
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Well, baca buku ini I felt like terbang ke other point of view, poin of view dari seorang anak bungsu. Agak susah untuk empati, beda dengan waktu baca Eliana, at that time, it's just so easy to feel how Eliana feel as the elder. Jadi ketika membaca banyak hal ketidaksukaan Amelia as anak bungsu, ya flat-flat aja, things yang touching ya tetep partnya Eliana *teuteup*.</div>
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Ngomongin tentang sulung atau bungsu dan which is better, I have no idea about that, since I'm not both. Ik anak tengah bow, yang mana seringnya anak tengah itu cenderung lain sendiri, sedikit caper, dan menye. Etapi ya, kalo kalian anak tengah, you probably understand why deh. We, the middlers, are seems to be forgotten, iya nggak sih. Seringnya sih begitu kalau suka sharing dengan sesama middlers *jreng..jreng..ai bikin istilah sendiri duong...*. But eniwei, post ini bukan buat ngebahas keanehan anak tengah sih, atau tentang anak bungsu yang bikin ai susah empati, tapi lagi pengen cerita tengang seluk beluk si sulung *dih, padahal sulung juga bukan-:D*.</div>
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Duluuu...jaman masih sekolah/kuliah, I felt that my big sister itu annoying. Meskipun beda cuma 2 tahun sama Mbak Tyas, tapi tetep jatohnya lebih deket sama si adek yang bedanya 5 tahun, sesama pembuat onar mungkin ya. Ya gimana juga nggak, for me at that time, Mbak Tyas itu lebih mirip jadi satpamnya MomDad yang selalu nyuruh belajar lah, ini lah, atau itulah, ya tipenya mbak-mbak pengatur yang seringnya bikin kesel karena nggak bisa diajakin kompakan. Kadang, sering juga denger keluhan Mbak Tyas yang udah frustasi ngadepin kita yang bilang, "nanti gue yang dimarahin". Dih, pada saat itu sih mana kepikir kalo beneran, yang ada malah.. "masak sih, kenapa juga Mbak Tyas yang dimarahin?".</div>
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Tapi kan itu dulu, and things went change pada saat ik yang mendadak harus jadi si sulung karena Mbak Tyas nikah dan tinggal terpisah, baru deh berasa kayak gimana rasanya. Dan itu berasa 2 tahun terakhir ini, after I came home from Sendai. Ya secara, pada saat Mbat Tyas nikah, si adek udah kos di Yogya, jadi ai malah jadi anak semata watang di rumah, enak bener. Si adek lulus kuliah di Yogya dan balik tinggal di rumah waktu ai kuliah di Sendai, jadi begitu back for good dari Sendai, baru deh rasakan itu rasanya jadi si sulung. Ternyata emang menye ya jadi si sulung itu, haha. Seringnya ketiban kena tegur kalo si adek bikin salah. Macem, "adeknya kok nggak dibangunin sih?" *padahal ai udah ampe frustasi banguninnya, jadi yaudah capek sendiri, terserah aja kalo dia telat, muahaha, ealah kok ya ikutan disalahin juga*; atau "tuh kan adeknya makannya nggak bener, kenapa nggak disuruh,bla..bla." *dih, yang nyuruh makan bener juga udah capek kaliii*. Apesnya, si adek malah jadi sering ngomong "mbak, lo lama-lama resek kayak Mbak Tyas" atau "mbak, lo lama-lama kayak Ibu deh" *dih males gag sih ik*. </div>
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Nah ya, para bungsu yang nggak bakal ngerasain bakal jadi si sulung yang harus responsible sama urusan adeknya, ya berbahagialah, tapi kayaknya you should think how it feels to be the elders deh. Karena ai as adek, yang berasa kakaknya resek (dulu), sekarang berasa jadi kakak yang dibilang resek sama adeknya. And probably, ternyata based on what I read from Amelia, secara si adek gag pernah komplen, jadi si bungsu juga ada nggak enaknya karena selalu diatur-atur, dan disuruh-suruh. Etapi tetep kan overall, yang paling apes itu si anak tengah dong, karena bisa berasa jadi dua-duanya *ih,kasian deh ik-:D*. </div>
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But still, terlepas dari semua itu...having sisters is incredible..setuju kan? </div>
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-iNtaN-http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352449442106078199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284991444209810810.post-41134563855055680702013-11-29T20:18:00.001+07:002015-04-02T09:02:04.822+07:00Awas ya dipotong gajinya...Jaman kecil dulu, setiap ngerengek supaya MomDad gag berangkat ngantor, atau pengen ikut ke kantor pasti nasihat yang didapet adalah... "Gag boleh nakal, kalau MomDad nggak ngator/telat dateng, nanti gajinya dipotong lho". And at that time lil' In chan percaya banget sama masalah gaji dipotong ini. Dih makanya dulu ai manis bener, gag nakal ngerek-rengek lagi ikut ke kantor atau ngelarang MomDad ngantor. Ternyata oh ternyata, setelah gede baru tau kalau yang namanya PNS itu mana ada istilah gaji dipotong..muahaha..gue dikadalin ternyatah sodara-sodara..<br />
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Tapiiiii...itu dulu..sekarang lain cerita, berpuluh tahun kemudian,setelah lil' In chan jadi PNS jugak, beneran ada lhoh gaji dipotong *dih, gue siyal bener*. Baru ngeh, dan mencermati gegara sakit inih, yang mana karena seminggu ini gag masuk, gaji ai bakal kepotong 700K-an. Huaaa..nyesek amat yak..hahaha. Eyatapi wajar sih lah, namanya juga gag masuk, makan gaji buta dong ik nantinya ya...-:p.</div>
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Well, kalau inget pertama kali urusan potong-memotong gaji ini diberlakukan, which is awal 2013 yang lalu, banyak cerita lucunya juga lho. Banyakan sih cerita tentang urusan ngejar absen tepat waktu di tengah kemacetan Jakarta yang semakin menggila. Yakalii pada ikhlas dipotongin gajinya tiap hari, telat semenit aja dipotong bow..muahaha. Alhamdulillahnya sih ai ikut jemputan kantor, yang emang dari awal selalu on time, kecuali macetnya lagi luar binasa. Eh pernah loh, macet gag kira-kira di perempatan Jati Padang, udah sengaja turun angkot buat nyari ojek dan ngejar waktu, begitu sampai di ujung perempatan, ternyata jalan stuck, boro-boro ada ojek. Walhasih ai jalan kaki sambil tengok-tengok cari ojek. Since time is running dan hampir limit waktu jam masuk, akhirnya asal tembak motor lewat dan ai todong as ojek buat ngantor ke kantor..muahaha..mau sih orangnya, even gag yakin itu tukang ojek ato bukan yah...yang penting absen aman. </div>
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Cuma euforia ngejar absen on time ini udah basi sekarang, secara almost all people udah biasa punya habit baru. Intinya mungkin emang berangkat lebih pagi, dan lebih disiplin. Cuma ya itu tadi, lain cerita ya kalau macetnya luar binasa di luar perkiraan *emang macetnya Jakarta bisa dipredicted?-:P. Ada satu temen yang baru mulai ngantor lagi setelah tugas belajar, baru ngerasa euforia dikejar-kejar absen pagi, sampe kebawa mimpi telat absen..hahaha..ampun deh.</div>
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Jadi PNS yang males, siap-siap ya dipotong gajinya. Sayang-sayanglah uang negara buat ngegaji orang males, iya gag sih..?-:p. But honestly, buat ai pribadi lho ya, dateng tepat waktu, kerja bener itu gag ada hubungannya sama urusan potong dipotong si gaji lah. Buktinya ini udah usaha kerja bener aja mengikhlaskan diri dipotong gajinya,haha *apes*. Intinya sih balik ke niat, kalau digaji pake duit pajak rakyat se-Indonesia raya itu harusnya udah tau dong mesti kerja seperti apa, buat siapa *ciyyyeeeh kesambet*. Etapi beneran deh, I hope all Indonesian civil servants have this kind of promise in their heart yah.. Just work hard for a better Indonesia, isn't that right dear colleagues?</div>
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-iNtaN-http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352449442106078199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284991444209810810.post-3594468949417043452013-11-29T16:26:00.000+07:002015-04-02T09:02:18.835+07:00Just don't be sad<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Lately, I have read a facebook post of a friend yang isinya kira-kira gini, 'ketika amalmu tidak juga bertambah, Allah SWT akan memberikan kesedihan, (if I'm not mistaken) sebagai pengganti amal'. Well, nggak persis gitu sih redaksinya, tapi kira- maknanya begitu. Yet, aku juga lupa itu hadist apa, but as I remember itu adalah hadist, yang mana I have no idea juga itu sahih ato nggak hadistnya *toyor kepala sendiri*. Tulisan itu, even cuma dibaca sekilas waktu iseng buka fb, tetep nancep soalnya at that time I just feel so sad. Seminggu ini, eh lebih sih, hati dan perasaan sedang kacau gundah gulana gegara sakit (dih, harusnya orang sakit mah hepi yak biar cepet sembuh). Cuma yang ada tetep aja kepikiran, setres sendiri, lebih ke parno sih sebenernya. Belum lagi ndilalahnya kok ya Rabu kemaren Mbak Tyas operasi telinga karena ada polip, yang mana operasinya makan waktu kurang lebih 6 jam. Beuuuh...nunggunya setres, kebayang dong how's my feeling at that time, gundah gulali, sedih to the max. Makanya sempet kepikir, 'did I do something wrong back then?', or 'have I do a good deed lately?', or ' is this a punishment because I'm not a good enough in wordshiping Allah SWT?'. Iye tau, sumpah lebay banget dah pikirannya *maklum drama queen*. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Tapi spmehow, this thing beneran bikin mikir kalau, that in the next days, I have to do more good deeds, so that I can get Allah' ridha. Nggak cuma itu aja sih, segala sakit dan sedih ini beneran berasa titik balik yang menekan tombol-tombol kesadaran untuk bisa jaga badan better. Beneran nggak mau lagi deh untuk sakit yang 'agak serius' macem gini. Selain menguras hati juga menguras dompet, padahal gaji dipotong gegara gag masuk lama *dih curhat*. Oh ya, satu lagi, so true ya, kalo most of time kita lupa bersyukur, how great our life is now, until Allah test us by taking somepart of ours. Ya macem, cuma diambil sehatnya dikit, baru berasa sedih dan sayang bener sama badan *kemaren2 kemana neng?*, atau pas lagi sedih nunggu mbak Tyas operasi dan jadi parno kepikiran macem-macem, baru kepikir kalo I have more than enough, surrounded by lovely people as my family is more than enough, and I shouldn't ask for more. </span></div>
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-iNtaN-http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352449442106078199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284991444209810810.post-49138251618167497942013-11-27T17:11:00.000+07:002015-04-04T09:33:03.948+07:00Naik kereta api...tut..tut...tut..<br>
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At the end, here I am, sitting on the Dunkin' Donuts' chair in Gambir, killing time while I wait for my train departure. It's not that bad actually,though it's true I need more effort to reach this point. Unlike what I usually have, just waiting the driver come and send me to the airport, I have to ask a colleague to send me to transjakarta bus stop and go to the station by that bus.. *kebayang dong eijk bawa gembolan naik bis,biasa aja sik, cuma buat gue itu luar biasa..muahaha* *jitak kepala sendiri*.</div>
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--repost from draft 10.9.2013, while I'm waiting for my train to Malang.</div>
</span></span>-iNtaN-http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352449442106078199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284991444209810810.post-18600187458352555872013-05-12T12:46:00.000+07:002013-05-12T12:54:53.031+07:00A comeback.. <p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left' style='clear:both;'>After months..[oh well it's almost a year I guess], here I'm back with a new post. A simple post about my outfit to go lunch today. *err..at least I have a new post..-:D</p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='left' style='clear:both;'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0foIwJbK8GylxqbE6L9EAMquwjcj07yqK2EHqyHP8jU58-IqVpb2VT9yAm9_BuF3-Ses8EE6XWKW3kJnL1mEscUNl_4ll-JHXNYCrdDiot7WR1sOPsVoxSbohUHfS3EL4amWKXemfxoI/'></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left' style='clear:both;'>Have a nice day dear people..-;)</p>-iNtaN-http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352449442106078199noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284991444209810810.post-65072361497728059272012-11-01T13:50:00.000+07:002012-11-01T13:54:58.402+07:00Tjap Toean <p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left' style='clear:both;'>Last Sunday, I coincidently found a good place to hang out [again]. It's 'Tjap Toean' which is located in FX, 1st floor. But sorry, I can't give any comment about the food since I only ordered a drink which tasted good.. So just come and feel the ambience-:).<br></p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' style='clear:both;'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhDc1XrW1fCHJtx2vk3AJsa2XlHEcIgVyODnO6YsU9ivUbgEjNKYb6mZy30e48d579mGNNddBF8Ve2bMc6MecUZ29lLfbLJq22zJ8zP2wCv9MYgOEF_tqd5Wn4zMViJa9iX29-CVpI4XU/'></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' style='clear:both;'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-wYKoaO61YMCtaNSeIeatU06PkOQP_3UXgsfGRifXUWtM4bksfDCYoISGnKTEH1eYMH4oR4RBfStyt0k08OJAxE7U3paB4VkvlA1-WD1i5VkTDVuy-FO2QaxQEI8qQApg4GmJn3LsJkI/'></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' style='clear:both;'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZyTKcAfcbwBOFQ0FTm7AcUk4FTLYd6DoDpapGUJrIETdhCcAt92nD0HZmU-bcM4hwImDbKSDn6YkQY4kzW4VSVaQ_Lul1CbZLqXbo9w9hFf9JxxOvc5PogZl_O0pHlKM6tQMWF7mclcU/'></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' style='clear:both;'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh16F9MgbTk1UIsCIwMyLPbVjfSyhaT-US24ipzU0fE4hWG1E0EUqaTQXei-_c3oQCwvoOM2Svz5GrTNg5jLbE7R5THpN-9G42JBZ0nNgg53m9i3FgUKjYkLuFjgu2z_JQN5vtMmq_492w/'></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' style='clear:both;'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj322fY0jcinSx_GBcs0bvyp8sw73b3oUvNVEUmjkK0JVIUtmlltD8RvGgqBwGefHHwYQ53UNlSipAvI05Dfwpp2PkIZybYZz5549p9OkdU7MDnkYt13UtaDfHNd3QMXK7vjKr0T5l-52A/'></div></p><p class='bloggerplus_image_section'><div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' style='clear:both;'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbgtAafamg9zPhyphenhyphenD0zDgTaHoQ09WXX66g0_MeGAfx8xYq2HygE-xBf2zbOFBqeOBJ6FBhYUeK_PpB7oDAZ5mYlVULnl4RSEghL031bplTUkXlGi9AzLeBFWspqxhu7nMvaINaKJYaeQu0/'></div></p>-iNtaN-http://www.blogger.com/profile/08352449442106078199noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284991444209810810.post-5623451323187484492012-09-08T07:54:00.000+07:002015-04-02T09:05:01.573+07:00New playground?<div align="left" class="bloggerplus_text_section" style="clear: both;">
Going out for lunch at Kemiri Resto, Pejaten Village Mall, and I fell in love the ambience and decoration. It's surely nice!</div>
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Well, too bad, I only captured the small part of the resto. Just come and see how lovely the place is..-:)</div>
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