<?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-17101781</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:26:13.002+07:00</updated><category term='My Rhythm'/><category term='My Memories'/><category term='My Thought'/><category term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>My footprint..</title><subtitle type='html'>It's about the PRINT, to record my FOOT step, who walks along the way of life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-7112033146442474040</id><published>2012-01-12T22:26:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T00:11:38.303+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>Life is upredictable [part 2]</title><content type='html'>Okay... again.. I has been placed in such a situation that make me contemplate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, June 26 2011, I wrote in this blog that 'Life is unpredictable' that briefly I told about how my office life is significantly change within 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it has been 7 months from that posting date, and I'm going to tell you some weird story that my office conditions are 'once again' changing dramatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started 3 months ago that suddenly I got a new boss, but not replacing the old one, but she's as an addition. Let me draw the scheme of bosses in my company:&lt;br /&gt;CEO --&gt; BOSS 1 --&gt; BOSS 2 --&gt; BOSS 3 --&gt; ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the new boss that is externally recruited is becoming BOSS 4, and the scheme is change into:&lt;br /&gt;CEO --&gt; BOSS 1 --&gt; BOSS 2 --&gt; BOSS 3 --&gt; BOSS 4 --&gt; ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, instead of getting a promotion, I even have a new boss?? Such a pity for me, but then at that moment, I has been able to cope with the situation, means that I'm not so desperate as it was before. I'm in the process of getting a new job outside, but in the meantime I'm  still passionate to work and learn as many thing as possible. I'm just praying so that my new boss could bring happiness. No matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, after 3 months, I got many surprise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) BOSS 4 is getting so many critics from BOSS 3. As I ever mentioned before, BOSS 3 is very demanding to me. And she also do so to BOSS 4. This is actually kinda weird, as BOSS 3 is the one that recruit BOSS 4, so she should becoming a golden girl rite? I'm personally admire this BOSS 4 as she's very nice and kind person (at least until now, yea.. life is very unpredictable).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) BOSS 3 is resigned!!! wow... that is a good news for everyone, but unfortunately this boss is smart and knows everything, and she only has 10days to handover her job directly to her replacement. Aaaahh.. For me, this is also a disaster, because BOSS 1 and BOSS 2 will come after me (and to BOSS 4 who is still not knowing about anything). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) A job offer come to me. &lt;br /&gt;Hahah.. I really never predict this one, as the job interview has been done since 2 months ago, and every recruitment process over a month that hasn't continued will be declared as failed. I'm in the situation that is not willing too much to move anymore as the environment is getting better (because of no 1 and no 2 above), but however, this job offer me an increase in salary at certain percentage that is most likely make many people move with logical reason. Money. Most of employee in private company has been trained not to be afraid of facing new challenges, including resigning and joining another private company that offer development.&lt;br /&gt;But then, deep inside my heart, I still want to develop my skill in this current company. Let's say I has just learned about 40% of one valuable knowledge, and of course I'm very passionate to continue that learning.&lt;br /&gt;So.. as BOSS 3 is in the process of resigning, I directly talk to BOSS 2 before I sign the offer. And another unpredictable moments happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) Unfortunately I only got a day length of being offered and then signing it.&lt;br /&gt;So, to BOSS 2 I talk honestly that I'm having another job that offer me an increase, but actually I still love working in this company, but I definitely need money! And simply saying, I only give BOSS 2 time to consider whether I'm going to be promoted or not in only one day! But if then he decided not to do anything, then tomorrow I will have to resign. Gosh...&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, BOSS 2 give me the promotion. effective next month.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm staying in this company, rejecting the offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) After promoting, the scheme is becoming like this:&lt;br /&gt;CEO --&gt; BOSS 1 --&gt; BOSS 2 --&gt; BOSS 3 --&gt; ME AND BOSS 4 is now equal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?? in only one week, that were so many changes happen. And I'm stunned with my mind thinking about this all. Thing that I really never think before... is that BOSS 3 who used to be really awful, is the one who help to assure me to be promoted! Wow.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating these sudden news, I was reminded by my husband:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Dan dia lah yang menjadikan kamu penguasa-penguasa di bumi dan dia meninggikan sebahagian kamu atas sebahagian (yang lain) beberapa derajat, untuk mengujimu tentang apa yang diberikan-Nya kepadamu.” (QS. Al An’am : 165&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Maka tatkala mereka melupakan peringatan yang telah diberikan kepada mereka, kamipun membukakan semua pintu-pintu kesenangan untuk mereka; sehingga apabila mereka bergembira dengan apa yang telah diberikan kepada mereka, kami siksa mereka dengan sekonyong-konyong, Maka ketika itu mereka terdiam berputus asa.”&lt;/span&gt; (QS. Al An’am : 44)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I could be the person that is still 'down to earth'... Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dan (ingatlah juga), tatkala Tuhanmu memaklumkan; "Sesungguhnya jika kamu bersyukur, pasti kami akan menambah (nikmat) kepadamu, dan jika kamu mengingkari (nikmat-Ku), Maka Sesungguhnya azab-Ku sangat pedih". (QS. Ibrahim : 7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allahu Akbar, Tuhan Maha Besar&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, segala puji bagi Allah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-7112033146442474040?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/7112033146442474040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=7112033146442474040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/7112033146442474040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/7112033146442474040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2012/01/life-is-upredictable-part-2.html' title='Life is upredictable [part 2]'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-6351482033894231558</id><published>2011-12-25T00:10:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T00:12:02.959+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thought'/><title type='text'>Brian is coming into town...</title><content type='html'>Yehaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xPYIJGEsGdg/TvYOtnb962I/AAAAAAAAAJU/sekPU26xfUU/s1600/Image085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xPYIJGEsGdg/TvYOtnb962I/AAAAAAAAAJU/sekPU26xfUU/s320/Image085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689751356072389474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xPYIJGEsGdg/TvYOtnb962I/AAAAAAAAAJU/sekPU26xfUU/s1600/Image085.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night is supposed to be christmas night, where some people will sing "Santa is coming into town", and having their celebration. For them who are not celebrating Christmas, at least this weekend is 'pay weekend' or 'weekend setelah gajian' where everybody tend to get around the shopping mall and spend their money (And Jakarta tend to be in traffic everywhere on pay-weekend =P ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for me, I am going to sing.... "Brian is coming into town"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah..&lt;br /&gt;Actually by having a son, I hardly can explain how grateful I am, how exciting the experience in spending time together with him, and how GLAD I'M AS A MOTHER! My son is becoming the center of my attention, my priority.&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, all of my activities, even on the 'pay weekend' is around him.&lt;br /&gt;Today I've just had his hair cut, then bought a new shoes for him, then let him play around in Pondok Indah Mall, and then really wanted to go home as he got so sleepy. See??? I even never think about my needs or my own refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas holiday where we supposed to have holiday, is a full time for My Brian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, surely I'm happy with that! or.. maybe I'm too dedicated to my son?&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or... not like the other Mother, that doesn't work at the office, so their time at home is plenty, and they could do this and that when the baby is sleeping (like what I'm doin rite know...)&lt;br /&gt;Or... not like the other Mother, that work at the office, but live in the same town with her parents, so in the weekend, Mother and Father could hang up or watch movies in the theater, and their children is with the granny..&lt;br /&gt;Or... not like the other Mother, that have several baby sitters or maids, so they juz can leave their kids and have their own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm none of those mothers. I'm not a full time mom coz I'm working, but my mind is full of him!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... in this holy nite.. Brian is coming into town, bring me thousand of gifts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his smile.. =)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-6351482033894231558?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/6351482033894231558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=6351482033894231558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/6351482033894231558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/6351482033894231558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2011/12/brian-is-coming-into-town.html' title='Brian is coming into town...'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xPYIJGEsGdg/TvYOtnb962I/AAAAAAAAAJU/sekPU26xfUU/s72-c/Image085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-2581073628460696822</id><published>2011-06-26T23:09:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T00:11:38.303+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>Life is unpredictable</title><content type='html'>It's been couple of months ago when I posted some notes down here.&lt;br /&gt;And today before I start to curcol, I incidentally re-read my previous notes, when Brian is still 3months. I was surprised to find that, I have ever said "I miss office". Wow!&lt;br /&gt;That note is in contrary with the one that I'm going to write rite know, about how I hate office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things change in a sudden. The time when I wrote it, is when I was about to back from pregnancy leave. Times when I have a very nice boss, a solid team work, some lovely office's friend. I used to have an environment that make me fill high spirited to come to the office. To do the best that I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never predict before, that my boss is going to leave me, my friends are dissapearing one by one.. That I didnt get any promotion but my responsibility is getting higher.. And stuck with boss who were too much demanding! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, life is unpredictable that my working life is becoming messy compare with 8months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I can not quit from this office as easy as ussual. I have some reasons to hold me here. It means that day by day I will have to face the boss who I dont like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do really hope, by knowing that life is unpredictable, this annoying situation will chanpe in a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABRAKADABRAaa !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-2581073628460696822?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/2581073628460696822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=2581073628460696822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/2581073628460696822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/2581073628460696822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-is-unpredictable.html' title='Life is unpredictable'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-204188650856653364</id><published>2010-10-30T10:38:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T10:55:39.053+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>The end of my Pregnancy Leave</title><content type='html'>Yuhaaa... yuhu... hari ini hari terakhir aku senam... besok minggu hari terakhir aku nganggur cuti di rumah... dan hari senen besoknya, MASUK KANTOR LAGEEHHHH DEEE..&lt;br /&gt;He he he... kbanyakan janji katanya mo nge share ini dan itu di blogger, niatnya ingin membantu ibu2 lain atau bapak2 lain yang sedang mengalami 'the exciting of having a baby', supaya ada cerita buat sekedar referensi gitu..&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata... TOO MANY TO BE SHARED, MAKE ME NOT SHARING ANYTHING&lt;br /&gt;wkakakakakakakakakka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas dari penantian panjang 40minggu pregnancy time, trus dederdoer nya melahirkan normal, ditambah bgadang tiap malem slama 2bulan, pluuss lucu2nya my baby di usia nya yg 3 bulan ini, membuat saia akhirnya ga posting apa2 di blogger. Cerita jadi begituuuuu luas, ilmu jadi begituuu beraneka... menurut dia bener, blm tentu bs di apply di kondisiku, ataupun sebaliknya. Belum lagi exciting nya becomming a new mommy, rasanya semuaaaaa pengen ditulis n dicritain. Belum smpat cerita, uda ada cerita2 baru yg lebih menarik besokan nya. Nah loo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawsdah.. intinya adalah, belajarlah dari berbagai sumber, dan jgn keburu percaya pd 1 hal saja, karena your baby is UNIQUE! Punya karakter yg very customized. Dan karna tiap orang tua ingin yg terbaik buat anaknya, banyak2 bertanya pd yg lebih brpengalaman, baca buku/majalah, browsing internet, and DON'T NEVER EVER STOP LEARN TO BE THE BEST PARENTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terakhir... sebelum kembalinya saya bekerja dan cicitcuit lagi dengan temen2 kantor (itu tuh yg bikin kadang2 bahwa 'kerja' itu ngangen'in, gak melulu buat mengeluh2 aja), mo saia pajang lah disini poto anak saia, si kecil Brian yg semogaaa.. makin lama makin lucu n nge gemesin, semoga... sehat sentausa berbahagia sampe gede, dan semoga... jd anak yg pinter yg bs dibanggain kedua orang tua nya.&lt;br /&gt;Amin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/TMuV-yGSTYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3GRUYuY8rdg/s1600/Tengkurap+Edition-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 537px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/TMuV-yGSTYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3GRUYuY8rdg/s320/Tengkurap+Edition-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533681472987352450" 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/17101781-204188650856653364?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/204188650856653364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=204188650856653364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/204188650856653364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/204188650856653364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2010/10/end-of-my-pregnancy-leave.html' title='The end of my Pregnancy Leave'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/TMuV-yGSTYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3GRUYuY8rdg/s72-c/Tengkurap+Edition-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-8925714142369837416</id><published>2010-07-28T10:56:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T10:55:52.419+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>Waiting for My NewBorn Baby</title><content type='html'>Again, waiting is sumthin that could make you crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/TE-rjspxjRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/zXLEY2vMgWY/s1600/mom+and+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/TE-rjspxjRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/zXLEY2vMgWY/s200/mom+and+baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498802299812810002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I count with mathemathic calculation, today is 40weeks 1 days of my pregnancy period,&lt;br /&gt;which means... My Baby is supposed to have been born!&lt;br /&gt;But well well well... I have to be patient.. The baby have his own day, maybe one of BEST DAY which has been planned by God to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asking to everybody bout pregnancy, bout normal baby birth, baby daycare.. but the most difficult moment, I think, is&lt;br /&gt;baby birth moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.. maybe part of me feel kinda 'post power syndrome' hihihi.. Because I've been taking my maternity leave since a week ago, and I really feel bored being at home without activities. I've tried to do this and that, but I can't concentrate, coz deep down in my heart, I really wait for him, I really miss my baby..&lt;br /&gt;Arrgghhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby birth knowledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Contraction&lt;br /&gt;I've been experiencing this since 3days ago.&lt;br /&gt;I asked my friends bout contraction, the difference between contraction before baby birth, or feeling want to pup, or 'masuk angin', hi hih... And they are right. Sick of contraction is like you have your 1st day menstruation. Only women know this. I could not describe it. My daddy said, we have to differ it with '&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;braxton hicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' or 'kontraksi palsu'. The real contraction as a sign of baby birth will have regular rhythm, maybe start with once in 30minutes, then every 15minutes, then 10minutes, than 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Not as easy as it told, coz since 3 days ago, I can not describe the braxton hicks, or regular rhythm, or juz wanna have pup.. AIYAAAAAA... It's just almost the same. Then when you should decide to go to the hospital before it's too late?&lt;br /&gt;Well, some people suggest me to go to hospital only after 'YOU CAN'T SMILE ANYMORE', means, the sick of contraction is unbearable. But that condition will only apply if you could reach the hospital as soon as possible. If it's not, it will be more safe if you stand by in hospital since the contraction is regular in 10minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to this moments, only contraction thing that I feel, thing that I could share.&lt;br /&gt;This is waiting time.. maybe I will update the knowledge later, after I've been felt it, one by one steps towards a baby born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGGGHH... hope through this note, I could be more patient..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-8925714142369837416?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/8925714142369837416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=8925714142369837416&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/8925714142369837416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/8925714142369837416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2010/07/waiting-for-my-newborn-baby.html' title='Waiting for My NewBorn Baby'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/TE-rjspxjRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/zXLEY2vMgWY/s72-c/mom+and+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-5700798885667024435</id><published>2010-05-13T14:17:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T10:56:17.342+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>the ART of Fried Banana</title><content type='html'>alias pisang goyeng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceritanya skrg lg demen ma pisang goyeng, ntah bawa'an bayi ato gag, tp bukan beli loh.. maunya bikin sndiri di rmh. Soalnya kalo beli, biasanya pisangnya ga manis, trus keras, dll. Pokognya kalo beli pisang goreng, slalu hasilnya tdk memuaskan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percoba'an pertama bikin pisang goreng, langsung donk.. sperti kata nyak n babe aye di rumah, bikinlah dengan menggunakan pisang raja, coz, according to my family, it's the best pisang utk digoreng. Trus beli pisang raja di kerpur, eee.. kog hasilnya kagak enak? naahh ternyata sodara2, kesalahan saya yang pertama&lt;br /&gt;1# Pakailah pisang raja yang benar2 matang dan sudah empuk. Karna jika tidak, pisang raja yang masi mentah, rasanya akan sepet2 di tenggorokan, gak manis dan gak empuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/S-uwJBF_4nI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hVWMBoefqJM/s1600/pisang+goreng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/S-uwJBF_4nI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hVWMBoefqJM/s400/pisang+goreng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470659841330504306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kemaren wkt hari minggu, eee ada tukang pisang liwat dpn rumah, langgsunng deh aye beli ntu pisang, murah lo buu, 1 sisir gitu cuman 7ribu rupiah sahaja (klo di kampung ane mungkin lebi murah yak?). Trussss... ternyata wkt mo masak pisang goreng me and husband dah kburu capek, n akhirnya ga jadi de..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasar ngidam, uda kebayang2 kan tu pisang raja yang dibeli, uda mateng... uda empuk... hmm.. pasti manis dah. Lusanya baru deh bela2in, pulang kantor bikin ntu pisang goyeng. Tapi percobaan kedua ini salah lagi, soalnya husband ga ngegula'in itu tepung buat si pisang, malah dilada'in and digarem'in. Alasannya mo bikin rasa baru, manis gurih.. tapi jadinya malah bakwan pisang yang ammburadull&lt;br /&gt;2# Pakailah tepung terigu yang original, kalo bs jangan pake tepung instan. Trus, jangan pake bumbu tepung bakwan, nanti kaco beliau rasanyah. kikikiki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah.. trus hari ini hari libur lagi nih.. sudah bertekad, si pisang yang 1 sisir itu masi banyak yg blm digoreng, dan hari ini udah muateennggg buanget sampe beberapa agak benyek. Dah bertekad pingin dibikin pisang goreng kipas biar cantek bentuknya. Tapi ternyata si kipas malah ancur. That's another mistake..&lt;br /&gt;3# Kalau pisangnya baru mateng, boleh lah dibentuk kipas. Tapi kalo udah kematengan or rada benyek, lebi baek bentuk gelondongan aja, karna si pisang uda rapuh klo dibikin kipas dia bakal ancur minah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus husband lagi2 bikin percobaan, si tepung terigu original ntu dicampur ma Energen kacang ijo, trus di dalem si pisang disisipin keju and meises, ditutup, dibalurin tepung, trus digoreng. hasilnyaaa?????&lt;br /&gt;ENAAAAKKKKKK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya.. ngidam pisang nya terpuwaskan.. hohohoho....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-5700798885667024435?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/5700798885667024435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=5700798885667024435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/5700798885667024435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/5700798885667024435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2010/05/art-of-fried-banana.html' title='the ART of Fried Banana'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/S-uwJBF_4nI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hVWMBoefqJM/s72-c/pisang+goreng.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-237402041368076980</id><published>2010-05-07T12:33:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T12:52:08.586+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>BUMIL's BENTO</title><content type='html'>Helo Dee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is almost 7months of my pregnancy period... a bit hard b'coz I'm so easy being tired, my foot is oftenly cramp.. the baby keep on kicking my stomach... uggh..&lt;br /&gt;and one more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/S-OpUA9DHyI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-5RST8BijMg/s1600/Bekal+bumils.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468400533876449058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 413px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/S-OpUA9DHyI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-5RST8BijMg/s400/Bekal+bumils.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I keep on EATING! huaahahahahahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-237402041368076980?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/237402041368076980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=237402041368076980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/237402041368076980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/237402041368076980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2010/05/bumils-bento.html' title='BUMIL&apos;s BENTO'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/S-OpUA9DHyI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-5RST8BijMg/s72-c/Bekal+bumils.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-8294685640406218499</id><published>2010-02-11T18:03:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T18:55:14.164+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>May I Hate Djakarta [part-2]</title><content type='html'>Bwehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last post is too expresive.. without complete explanation I guess, he he he... That would make you the reader a bit confuse, and the writer (ME?) will also confuse if I read again the posting in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually what is annoying 'bout Jakarta for me, subjectively, is because, this city is too wide and too complicated to adapt. I've been working in Jakarta (including Cikarang, Bekasi??) for 3years more. And in the mean time, I still know only a small part 'bout this place. Maybe for the 'native Jakarta', it won't be so bad to be here. Even I often meet friends that really love to live here, especially with their family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you only talk bout work and career, this place is a heaven with many opportunities. Yes it is a tough competition, but with lot of chances for a hard worker. You could learn from many great bosses, clever and creative people, smart peers, etc. CREATIVE! I found the Jakartanese is very creative, but not in art. Of course they are creative!! When you are stuck in a traffic, but you have important meeting, and you're gonna loose many if you're late, then your brain will think harder to find a way out. When you have some problem, without anybody to help, your eyes will be more sensitive to look for any opportunity to solve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it's a big learning. And I strive for that &lt;em&gt;-that's why I'm still here..-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, in pregnancy time, when you have a different priority which is not always about office and office, this crowd, this competition, this difficult place is not as interesting as before. You could say that we're still on 'Work Hard - Play Hard' situation. WORK HARD? Yes. PLAY HARD?? Hmm.. Let we figure the terms of 'play' is kind of relaxing mind, when you could pay attention to your family, call your friends happily, enjoy the nature, breath deeply, peacefully, do something you like, etc.&lt;br /&gt;In Jakarta, where traffic is wait for you every working-days, you could hardly PLAY HARD except WEEKEND, and it's deduct with the time you spend for sleep and rest after work hard 5days full! It's a precious time to spend the time together with your family in this town. And that's what make me most DESPERATE!!!! Are you sure you have do a PLAY HARD or you just run away from your stressfull mind every weekend? You spend your money for a 'fake pleasure' only for compensation of the hard work, not because you enjoy it! That's why I say the art here is poor.. compare with Bandung... Jogja.. Bali... where everybody have a REAL PLAY, REAL REFRESHMENT to grow the art senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking 'bout the art, the poor heart is influencing me also.&lt;br /&gt;Once of a night, when I was back home from the office, in the traffic light, I saw a little boys was sitting in the corner road, crying..alone. My heart said that I had to help him. Maybe something bad had happened to him, lose his parents, or else. But my mind reminded me "HEY! This is Jakarta! Be careful! That boy could be a criminal sindicate to trap you, to rob you! Be ware! This is 8 p.m and the road is not safe for young lady for you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I just watched him crying, till the traffic went green, then pass by with a BIG BIG BIG regretness, but didn't know what would be better than I did. If only I were a strong man, I would be brave to take any consequences of helping him. If only this is not JAKARTA, maybe I could sincerely help him without any worryness. Slowly but sure, I become pathetic, individulistic, juz like them!!! AARRRGGggghh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jakarta oh Jakarta... this is with a slow intonation.. May I hate you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-8294685640406218499?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/8294685640406218499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=8294685640406218499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/8294685640406218499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/8294685640406218499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2010/02/may-i-hate-djakarta-part-2.html' title='May I Hate Djakarta [part-2]'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-3057935432029414505</id><published>2010-02-10T19:47:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T20:51:32.008+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>May I Hate Djakarta??</title><content type='html'>Actually I want to write the title in more sarcastic way such as " I Really Hate Jakarta" or "I'm sick to be in Jakarta!" ha ha ha... But then we could view our feeling as a temporary emotion, a 'long-term caused' for a move, rite? I don't know which one mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;====&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, everybody has their own footprint, and my print in Jakarta had never come into my mind before. I am just ordinary girl who grown up in small and peace town. Only heard 'bout Jakarta a little, and never ever has a dream to live here. But then, HERE I AM! Get stuck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436610704025661842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/S3K4oYOJMZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/VQQ8ADE-2yM/s320/metropolitan+city.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE THE TRAFFIC which make time become so short... waste fuel, waste day and night, waste opportunities only in Road!! Almost everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE THE INDIVIDUALISTIC PEOPLE which make life more difficult. Nobody to help you sincerely, because their life has been difficult also! People is on high speed, high competition, and everydat is not about 'what I will eat today' but always thinking of "who I will eat today? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE THE CONSUMTIVE and SHOW OFF HABBIT which make everybody becoming so so materialistic, never get satisfied of what they have, but keep on shopping and shopping and showing their high life style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, maybe this place could make you rich in money, but never make you rich in heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pfuiihh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I miss my lovely Jogja... or Pekalongan..&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/17101781-3057935432029414505?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/3057935432029414505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=3057935432029414505&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/3057935432029414505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/3057935432029414505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2010/02/may-i-hate-djakarta.html' title='May I Hate Djakarta??'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/S3K4oYOJMZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/VQQ8ADE-2yM/s72-c/metropolitan+city.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-5901276218901899240</id><published>2009-04-28T15:54:00.012+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:26:13.151+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>After all... Resigning...5 stuff that I love</title><content type='html'>Yupiya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is not my last day working in this company.. this is just my last 3days. wehueheuhe.. Because in the last days maybe I'm to busy to "cipikacipiki" or tearing my eyes, hiks hiks.. goodbye my friends.. goodbye my laptop... goodbye my office.. I'm gonna miss you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this writing is not about 'why I decided to move' because it's all have been done in the exit interview with my HRD (thanks Bu Memi..) but beside all of the joy for this time, I also have some beautiful memories working in this company. Not in detail, but there are parts of the work which I used to deal with, and used to be fun with, and... it's all the work's stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ets, don't worry, No.. I'm not going to describe the boring job description.. hehe.. this is a blogger, not a resume..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbGjFUvdSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/amQx52NiX-8/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329665515066455330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbGjFUvdSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/amQx52NiX-8/s200/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (1) Yuhu... That's my bf's earphone.. hihi not mine. But it's a very usefull stuff especially when you have to be located in remote area, no friend, when the clients ignore you.. when the situation go bad..&lt;br /&gt;Just singing the song and get fun with the work!&lt;br /&gt;"La la la li li li.. senangnya rasa hati"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbGTxPM8zI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6Aq-bEv8cl0/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329665251976475442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbGTxPM8zI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6Aq-bEv8cl0/s200/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (2) The most attached stuff which I have to bring anywhere, it's my beloved notebook.&lt;br /&gt;We are nothing without it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss it..&lt;br /&gt;hummpffff...&lt;br /&gt;* ups.. my desk is misserable yak? * =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbG1lM-4sI/AAAAAAAAAHE/H_aRNVn4Hxo/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329665832861491906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbG1lM-4sI/AAAAAAAAAHE/H_aRNVn4Hxo/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbGTxPM8zI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6Aq-bEv8cl0/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbGTxPM8zI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6Aq-bEv8cl0/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(3) it's my flash disc. I frequently get problem with the USB because it's always use hand by hand among the team, among the clients, and easy to get broken or loss. and again.. it's my bf's hihihihihi (mine have been broken and loss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329665665839351330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbGr2_zRiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/MvvczI3dgho/s200/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(4) Number 4 is... Aiyaaa that's my beloved calculator!! It's special because the size is not too big, not too small, and very helpful because the screen can be standed, and it's not expensive... you can find it in any store everywhere (ups.. advertisement attached.. hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbG-lmzoyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_CJO1MtBl38/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329665987588629282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbG-lmzoyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_CJO1MtBl38/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (5) THE PEN CASE!! yep yep.. we have to use oftenly red bolpoint, tixin to cover the binded documents.. Also I bring a scissor, selotip, pencil, eraser, stepler, binder clips, stabilo, post-it, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without it, I feel un-complete.. huks..&lt;br /&gt;(LEBAY!! hihihihhi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then   .......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) What is number six.. humm.. hey... No six...&lt;br /&gt;The title of this blogger is &lt;strong&gt;5 stuff that I love&lt;/strong&gt;... But maybe I want to attached the last picture of mine... crazy things to do to refresh our mind in work, without any supervision,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbHINatmlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jMnO9uPzmNw/s1600-h/Image00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329666152894143058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbHINatmlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jMnO9uPzmNw/s200/Image00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HumMM wiiiiiiiiyyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deloitte.. once again..&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you after all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbGTxPM8zI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6Aq-bEv8cl0/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-5901276218901899240?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/5901276218901899240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=5901276218901899240&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/5901276218901899240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/5901276218901899240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-all-resigning5-stuff-that-i-love.html' title='After all... Resigning...5 stuff that I love'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbGjFUvdSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/amQx52NiX-8/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-6412100672684758500</id><published>2008-12-26T16:40:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:26:13.151+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>Aiya ya yaaaaa</title><content type='html'>Whiihihi... scream first, and then sigh, and then write =)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284034204252340562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SVSpHN15gVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/gcvRtoKAlTc/s200/pic30482.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep! this is the 1st day of my magabu-ing time in office after my last post in blogger, and you can not imagine, how much I MISS THIS TIME! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You could call me a "work coruptor of time", because I enjoy my magabu'ing time to do sumthin else like reading articles, writing this kinda blog, going to the shopping center, or else. Well, I also admit that if you are in this condition for a very long time, you will feel very bored, but it will be like a diamond, or a water in a dessert if you could steal a lil time in your peak season hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I yell again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AIYAAAYA YAAAAA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this day is precious because this magabu'ing time only a lil day, before I go again to the client, pressed by work, shouted by client, watching by my manager. Pfuyy.. thanks God you still gimme this precious thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AIYAAAYA YAAAAA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I have new blog, hmm... a secret one, coz I feel like I need sorta privacy these days, to share my mind about this work world, a thoughtful one. I hope that I can pick a learning for each of my working experience. To gain my ability, improve my wisdom, and like my bf said..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S A SKILL INVESTMENT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiyaa ya yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&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/17101781-6412100672684758500?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/6412100672684758500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=6412100672684758500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/6412100672684758500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/6412100672684758500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2008/12/aiya-ya-yaaaaa.html' title='Aiya ya yaaaaa'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SVSpHN15gVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/gcvRtoKAlTc/s72-c/pic30482.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-4594788402729066496</id><published>2008-10-13T13:58:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:28:07.191+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Rhythm'/><title type='text'>Laskar "Bunga Seroja" Pelangi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SPL6VG_3XDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Pbt28uzStho/s1600-h/Laskar+Pelangi6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256538955657468978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 403px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" height="315" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SPL6VG_3XDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Pbt28uzStho/s400/Laskar+Pelangi6.jpg" width="413" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Picture above is one of the saddest moment when Ikal try to chase Lintang his best friend, the one who give him best spirit to keep studying and learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mari menyusun seroja.... bunga seroja....(aaa..aa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hiasan sanggul remaja..... putri remaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rupa yang elok dimanja.... jangan dimanja..... (aaa..aa) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pujalah ia oh saja.... sekedar saja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mengapa kau bermenung oh adek berhati bingung.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mengapa kau bermenung oh adek berhati bingung.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Janganlah engkau percaya dengan asmara....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Janganlah engkau percaya dengan asmara.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekarang bukan bermenung dalam termenung &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekarang bukan bermenung dalam termenung&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mari bersama oh adek memetik bunga.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mari bersama oh adek memetik bunga.. &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/17101781-4594788402729066496?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/4594788402729066496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=4594788402729066496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/4594788402729066496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/4594788402729066496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2008/10/laskar-bunga-seroja-pelangi.html' title='Laskar &quot;Bunga Seroja&quot; Pelangi'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SPL6VG_3XDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Pbt28uzStho/s72-c/Laskar+Pelangi6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-9145258054085375586</id><published>2008-10-13T09:10:00.013+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:26:56.815+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thought'/><title type='text'>CITA-CITAKU {bukan} JADI GURU</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;-- sebuah ‘awakening mind dari film &lt;strong&gt;“LASKAR PELANGI”&lt;/strong&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SPLhK3ymnWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0lbBLN6sw44/s1600-h/Laskar+Pelangi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu waktu kecil aku ingat guruku di kelas akan bertanya tentang cita-cita k&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SPLhbfF1iHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tpsrGLFwy8E/s1600-h/Laskar+Pelangi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256511577413486706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SPLhbfF1iHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tpsrGLFwy8E/s200/Laskar+Pelangi2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ami murid-muridnya, dan aku tanpa pikir panjang menjawab jadi arsitek, kemudian sebulan kemudian berganti cita-cita jadi desainer, trus bulan depannya ganti lagi... Hehe.. plinplan amat yak. Trus teman-temanku biasanya ingin jadi dokter, insinyur, pilot, astronot, etc. Familiar job lah.. Aku juga ingat bagaimana guruku akan memotivasi kami supaya besok kalo udah gede jadi orang sukses. Amin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi cita-cita jadi ‘guru’ kok sepertinya gak pernah terucap ya? At least menginjak SMP, SMA, saat seorang anak mulai melihat kesederhana’an guru-gurunya dan lalu potret seorang guru itu pun jauh dari citra ‘sukses’. Aku bahkan masih ingat ada salah satu guruku yg melarang kami utk jadi guru. Wew.. kok gitu amat yak? But that’s the fact that sometimes.. even our teachers are regret that he or she is a teacher! Is that a common phenomenon that we are taught by teachers that desperate to teach us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SPLhwhd7bfI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/f4T2H08aDtk/s1600-h/Laskar+Pelangi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256511938828660210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SPLhwhd7bfI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/f4T2H08aDtk/s200/Laskar+Pelangi3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa ngomongin guru sih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemaren aku baru aja nonton Laskar Pelangi. Hehe.. rada basi ya secara tu film uda lama banget di bioskop Jakarta. Ceritanya familiar karena diangkat dr novel terkenal dengan judul yg sama by Andrea Hirata. Kalo tentang tetralogi bukunya, denger2 sih overal tentang semi biografi pengarangnya, nyeritain dr kecil dia di Belitong sana, sampe gede, sukses n dapet beasiswa ke Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo film Laskar Pelangi ini, temanya pendidikan anak desa dimana salah satunya si Andrea Hirata kecil. Film bertema serupa sebelumnya pernah diangkat tapi dari bagian Papua. Pernah denger &lt;strong&gt;Denias-Senandung di Atas Awan*&lt;/strong&gt; kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film Laskar Pelangi ini bagus menurutku. Well.. ini pendapat seorang manusia Indonesia yang belum baca bukunya (dan habis ini kayaknya perlu banget nih baca..). Kasting pemainnya lumayan oke dan aku menimati keseluruhan akting anak2 kecil itu. Keren! Aku bilang keren karena film ini ‘kena’ banget buat bikin terenyuh tentang nasib anak2 miskin Indonesia yang gak bisa menikmati pendidikan dengan layak. Coba deh film ginian lebih banyak lagi di Indonesia, at least bangsa ini bisa lebih banyak mikir tentang nasib anak-anak di dalam negeri, gak melulu nonton film-film action luar negeri. Film indonesia meskipun kata orang-orang kualitasnya ga bisa sehebat film amerika, but film-film semacam Laskar Pelangi inilah yang bisa lebih mudah menginspirasi dan menyadarkan kita daripada film luar karena kenyataan2 yg ditampilkan itu ada di sekitar kita. Ketidakberdayaan bangsa ini dekat dan kita saksikan setiap hari, tapi tanpa membuat kita '&lt;em&gt;merasa ada yang salah'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenyataan yang terjadi sekarang, film-film Indonesia malah pada ngangkat tema horor dan alasan produsernya bahwa itu film yang bisa menyedot banyak penonton. Aduuuh..itu tontonan mendidik apa engga coba???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eits.. Tulisan ini bukan mo bikin resensi film Laskar Pelangi. Kemarin waktu abis nonton film itu tiba2 berasa banyak uneg2 berkeliweran. I call this ‘awakening mind’. Beberapa point yang jadi pembelajaran buatku bahwa &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;setiap manusia bertanggungjawab atas hidupnya masing-masing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Mereka yang pemalas jangan harap jadi orang sukses (kecuali faktor ‘x’, alias beruntung kali yee). Ada salah satu tokoh di film itu namanya “Lintang”. Diceritakan ni anak nelayan jenius bener, menghitungnya cepet, hapalannya kuat, rajin belajar n pengetahuannya luas. Dia pun akhirnya harus bertanggungjawab akan kehidupannya, keluar dari sekolah (SD Muhammadiyah) karena mendadak ia dan adik2nya jadi yatim piatu dan dia yg masih kelas 5 SD harus kerja ngehidupin keluarganya. Miris rasanya liat fenomena itu.. potensi seorang anak yang tersia-sia, akhirnya terpaksa putus sekolah dan cuma jadi nelayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikal (as known as Andrea Hirata kecil) adalah contoh yang beruntung. Aku gak tau cerita detailnya karena belum baca bukunya yg lengkap, tapi pada akhirnya Ikal dapet beasiswa melanjutkan sekolahnya ke Perancis, alhamdulillah.. Trus bagaimana dengan Lintang? Ironis sekali aku melihat penggambaran tokoh Lintang yang harus berusaha lebih keras dari teman2nya utk mencapai sekolah karena rumahnya paling jauh (di pinggir panta&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SPLiTxzlE1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/3OmanzEBzSg/s1600-h/Laskar+Pelangi5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256512544509858642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SPLiTxzlE1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/3OmanzEBzSg/s200/Laskar+Pelangi5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i) dan harus nunggu buaya pergi dulu dari jalan yang dilaluinya ke sekolah. Mataku berkaca-kaca tiap kali menyaksikan Lintang yang sepulang sekolah mengurusi ke3 adik-adiknya yang masih kecil (ibunya sudah tiada) sambil menunggu bapaknya pulang melaut, tapi tetap rajin belajar dan banyak baca koran untuk memperluas wawasannya. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya mengandai-andai jika Lintang kecil itu akhirnya dapat beasiswa sekolah hingga tinggi dan adik-adiknya itu ada yang menanggung, mungkin dia bisa jadi the next BJ. Habibie, mengharumkan nama bangsa atau memajukan teknologi negeri ini dan membuka lapangan pekerjaan baru. Who knows??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bagaimanapun Lintang adalah contoh anak jenius yang sadar pentingnya pendidikan. Ini didapatnya dari Ayahnya yang entah dapat kesadaran dari mana, menanamkan motivasi belajar dan jadi orang sukses pada Lintang kecil. Tapi coba dihitung berapa banyak orang tua miskin macam ayah Lintang yang ingin anaknya sekolah jauh-jauh seperti ini? Seberapa tinggi kah kesadaran akan pendidikan bagi orang-orang desa yang miskin akses informasi? Kenyataannya, anak-anak miskin ini bahkan tak ingin sekolah dan akhirnya disuruh bekerja membantu ayah ibunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak-anak ini, baik yang secara intelektual pintar ataupun biasa-biasa, belum tau apa itu sukses. Mereka mana tau bahwa belajar itu pangkal pandai atau sukses. Lingkungan lah yang akhirnya membentuk semangat mereka untuk maju dan mencapai cita-citanya. Orang tua adalah yang utama membentuk kedisplinan mereka di rumah. Peranan guru juga gak kalah penting dalam membentuk motivasi anak-anak. Pintar saja tidak cukup! Mereka harus punya emotional quotience (EQ) untuk tetap rajin belajar dan gak berputus asa meraih keberhasilan hingga dewasa. Dan nasib anak-anak miskin ini, siapa yang akan menanamkan motivasi belajarnya? Siapa yang akan terus menyekolahkan mereka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau memang benar Laskar Pelangi itu kisah nyata.. Maka indah sekali kebahagiaan 10 anak-anak itu bisa sekolah SD, dapat guru cantik yang baik, menang lomba cerdas cermat.. Subhanallah..Sungguh menyenangkan kenangan Lintang akan piagam kemenangan lomba yang dipajangnya di rumah.. Atau piala lomba karnaval yang menghiasi lemari sekolah.. Aku juga terharu saat Pakcik (a.k.a kepala sekolah SD tersebut) berkata pada temannya,&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;“Inilah salah satu sekolah yang akan mengajarkan pada anak-anak miskin itu akan pentingnya ahklak dan budi pekerti, sehingga kesuksesan tak melulu dari materi, tapi menggunakan pendekatan hati&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus gimana? Setelah dibukakan kenyataan melalui film itu, lalu apa yang akan kita lakukan? Mau tunggu negara memperbaiki taraf pendidikan di Indonesia? Mau tunggu pemerintah meningkatan kesejahteraan guru sehingga mereka bisa lebih berdedikasi dalam mengajar generasi muda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MIMPI SAJA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum mengharap yang terlalu berlebihan, mungkin lebih baik tunggu dulu para wakil rakyat itu tak hanya tidur saat rapat di DPR.. atau tunggu dulu para penyalur bantuan dana itu berhenti korupsi memangkas sumbangan pendidikan untuk kepentingannya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap manusia bertanggungjawab atas kehidupannya masing-masing. Semakin tinggi ilmu seseorang, semakin tinggi kemampuannya untuk survive, semakin banyak pilihannya untuk berkelit di masa sulit. Lebih baik memberi kail daripada memberi ikannya. Pendidikan akan lebih bermanfaat bagi seorang anak untuk kelak bertanggungjawab atas kehidupannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus, kenapa aku tak jadi guru saja?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada salah satu adegan dalam Laskar Pelangi dimana teman-teman dan Bu Guru Muslimah itu tak berdaya melepas kepergian Lintang yang terpaksa harus mengakhiri sekolahnya. Ikal hanya bisa berlari dan menangis. Semua hanya bisa bersedih.. Hal ini menggambarkan ketidakberdayaan orang-orang miskin dan ketidakberdayaan Bu Guru itu mempertahankan murid&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SPLiJlbCbyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fIG5ONI9LQA/s1600-h/Laskar+Pelangi4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256512369387007778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SPLiJlbCbyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fIG5ONI9LQA/s200/Laskar+Pelangi4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jeniusnya itu. Kenapa? Karena untuk membiayai hidupnya sendiri saja mereka kewalahan, bagaimana bisa membantu seorang Lintang dan adik-adiknya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku memilih tak jadi guru karena memang aku melihat potret guru-guruku dulu yang berpayah-payah mengajar dengan mengandalkan gaji yang tak seberapa. Mereka harus cukup puas hanya dengan titel “pahlawan tanpa tanda jasa”. Sungguh mereka itu pahlawan. Sampai dengan detik ini, aku bahkan belum habis mensyukuri jasa mereka yang telah membentuk pendidikanku.&lt;br /&gt;Aku memilih tak jadi guru, karena aku harus sukses dan pencitraan guru semasa ku kecil, jauh dari kesan itu. Lagipula, tak bisa semua orang bisa jadi guru. Dibutuhkan bakat dan kesabaran untuk menghadapi anak-anak yang beragam sifat dan kemampuannya. Dan guru-guru haruslah orang-orang berkualitas untuk mendidik anak-anak yang sukses. Bu Mus adalah contoh seorang wanita sabar yang berdedikasi tinggi mensukseskan muridnya, jeli melihat potensi masing-masing anak dan mengembangkannya dengan tepat. Apakah aku bisa menjadi guru yang seperti itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mau mengubah dunia tak kan bisa begitu instan. Mungkin akan lebih baik bila dimulai dari masing-masing individu. Sekarang pun aku hanya manusia biasa di awal karirnya yang sedang berusaha untuk rajin bekerja. Cita-citaku kini tak lagi sesimple dulu, ingin atau tidak ingin jadi guru. Cita-citaku kini ingin sukses setinggi-tingginya untuk kemudian bisa menyisihkan sebagian kekayaanku untuk membantu anak-anak pintar macam Lintang agar bisa terus sekolah secara berkelanjutan. Boleh jadi bila rejekiku memang ada, ingin rasanya membentuk sekolah dan meng'hire guru –guru yang berkualitas dengan gaji yang sangat pantas agar mereka bisa mendidik anak-anak pintar miskin itu dengan lebih bersemangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that’s still beyond my capabillity. In my previous conversation with my bf, we even have ever talked about our retirement planning. Kita mau tinggal di rumah lalu bikin semacam les untuk anak-anak supaya mereka terbantu belajarnya di sekolah.. Atau bikin berbagai kursus keterampilan supaya anak-anak miskin itu punya bekal dalam melanjutkan penghidupannya kelak. Setiap manusia memang bertanggungjawab atas kehidupannya masing-masing, tapi membentuk manusia bertanggungjawab itu seharusnya dimulai sejak kecil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulisan ini hanya sekelibat ‘awakening mind’ dari film yang sangat terbatas durasinya. Mungkin akan timbul awakening2 lanjutan setelah aku baca novelnya nanti, atau setidaknya harapan ‘awakening mind’ untuk khalayak luas yang menonton film tersebut, agar tak hanya duduk termangu dan sedih, tapi berbuat sesuatu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesuatu yang seiklhasnya, sesuai dengan kemampuan diri sendiri tapi cukup berharga menyelamatkan seorang lintang atau beberapa lintang yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========&lt;br /&gt;Footnote:&lt;br /&gt;*) Film Denias, cek the site on: &lt;a href="http://www.deniasmovie.com/news07.html"&gt;http://www.deniasmovie.com/news07.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-9145258054085375586?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/9145258054085375586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=9145258054085375586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/9145258054085375586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/9145258054085375586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2008/10/cita-citaku-nggak-ingin-jadi-guru.html' title='CITA-CITAKU {bukan} JADI GURU'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SPLhbfF1iHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tpsrGLFwy8E/s72-c/Laskar+Pelangi2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-2154332412229879586</id><published>2008-09-20T01:48:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T02:00:11.521+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Rhythm'/><title type='text'>Stick With You</title><content type='html'>I don't wanna go another day...So I'm telling you exactly what is on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everybody is breaking up, throwing their love away.. But I know I got a good thing right here,  that's why I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gonna love me better... I must stick with you forever.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gonna take me higher... I must stick with you.&lt;br /&gt;You know how to appreciate me.. I must stick with you, my baby.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever made me feel this way... I must stick with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go another day.... So I'm telling you exactly what is on my mind&lt;br /&gt;See the way we ride, in our privated lives, ain't nobody getting in between&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that you're the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now... ain't nothing else I can need&lt;br /&gt;And now... I'm singing 'cause you're so, so into me&lt;br /&gt;I got you... We'll be making love endlessly&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you're with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't you worry about people hanging around&lt;br /&gt;They ain't bringing us down&lt;br /&gt;I know you and you know me and that's all that counts&lt;br /&gt;So don't you worry about people hanging around&lt;br /&gt;They ain't bringing us down&lt;br /&gt;I know you and you know me and that's why I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gonna love me better... I must stick with you forever.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gonna take me higher... I must stick with you.&lt;br /&gt;You know how to appreciate me.. I must stick with you, my baby.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever made me feel this way... I must stick with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-2154332412229879586?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/2154332412229879586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=2154332412229879586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/2154332412229879586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/2154332412229879586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2008/09/stick-with-you.html' title='Stick With You'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-8919223970477245921</id><published>2008-09-18T13:47:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T01:59:59.659+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thought'/><title type='text'>Pilih CINTA atau MATEMATIKA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SNH7eQFmhKI/AAAAAAAAADg/zQUUZmOhRMU/s1600-h/teddy+heart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247251537996448930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="167" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SNH7eQFmhKI/AAAAAAAAADg/zQUUZmOhRMU/s200/teddy+heart.bmp" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whihaa!! Ayo bicara cinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini sudah ½ working hours kuhabiskan hunting n browsing di internet, demi utk menghasilkan sebuah tulisan ini (demi kamu Yank..) Bicara cinta itu seperti membicarakan suatu makanan enak. Iya enak karena kamu memakannya dalam porsi yang tepat, kalo sudah terlalu banyak jadi eneg. Iya enak sekarang.. tapi nanti akan ada kisah2 makanan enak yg dimakan kemudian sehingga kita jadi termalu sendiri dengan kebanggaan si makanan enak yang sekarang. Iya enak, tapi bicara makanan di tempat umum jadi kembali pada definisi masing2 orang ttg ‘taste’ utk menilai suatu makanan cocok ato enggak dengan lidahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st key words I type in google is: &lt;strong&gt;boyfriend story&lt;/strong&gt;. Ternyata hasilnya cuma blog2 luar negeri yang notabene ABG lagi ngomongin aktivitas sehari2nya dengan sang pacar. Mission failed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd key words I type : &lt;strong&gt;kisah dengan pacar&lt;/strong&gt;. Wew.. makin serem.. isinya web2 jorok n porno, cerita2 ML dengan pacar, dll (blum sampe aku buka sih.. ngliat kata2 kuncinya di google aja dah kliatan itu web ga ada yg bener.. buka gituan di kantor cari mati juga lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd key words I type: &lt;strong&gt;pacarku sayang&lt;/strong&gt;. Humm.. mulai muncul beberapa blog yang mengisahkan tentang masing2 pacar. Kalo cuman aktivitas biasa2 mah ga ada yg terlalu istimewa dari ceritanya. I need something… MORE! Trus akhirnya nemuin situs blog yg romance abis.. gw ampe bingung ini kok ya bener2 romance?? Masih gak jelas jenis kelamin si penulis cowo pa cewe.. klo cewe wajarr… klo cowo agak kterlaluan romantisnya… trus liat link2nya disitu, mulailah blogwalking.. Wee… blog tmn2nya jg romance2 smua.. ada cerita dia putus dari ceweknya.. masih penasaran sih brarti empunya bloggernya cowok yah? Gile ni cowo melow abis yah? sampe akhirnya DHUWEERR.. Aku baru nyadar bahwa yang nulis itu CEWEK JUGA?? Whadehel??? Jd drtd aku baca blog-blognya lesbian? Arrgghhh…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th key words (uda agak2 desperate ga nemuin ilham nih Yank.. itu dah panjang banget googlingnya…hiks)&lt;br /&gt;I type: &lt;strong&gt;cerita cinta bijaksana.&lt;/strong&gt; Pfuh.. I hope I can find something.. Tapi mungkin karena agak empet dengan romantisme yang barusan kutemukan, aku memilih cerita lain yg lebih logis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found this.. taken from &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Galang Lufityanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(source: &lt;a href="http://www.galang.biz/"&gt;http://www.galang.biz/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SNH7tP7gP4I/AAAAAAAAADo/zSc1FykivQs/s1600-h/pencil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247251795652132738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="168" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SNH7tP7gP4I/AAAAAAAAADo/zSc1FykivQs/s200/pencil.jpg" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dalam operasi matematika, cinta itu adalah hubungan perkalian. Ahli-ahli kimia bilang cinta itu adalah katalisator. Dengan satu ucapan yang menghibur dari orang yang kita cintai, hati kita bisa melambung hingga ke negeri antah-berantah. Tetapi satu bentuk kekecewaan yang dilakukan oleh orang yang kita cintai pada kita, duh sakitnya pasti akan membekas sampai lama. Kita bisa jadi sangat terhibur karena cinta, namun sebaliknya bisa juga menjadi sangat tersakiti oleh cinta. Aku beberapa kali menemui orang-orang yang mengalami trauma dalam cinta dan berjanji tidak akan pernah jatuh cinta lagi. Menyedihkan sekali, bukan? Aku hanya bisa mengatakan, tanpa cinta pun hidup kita sudah membingungkan. Ini juga didukung oleh Hukum Termodinamika II, yang berbunyi entropi selalu positif, yang artinya : alam termasuk manusia akan cenderung menuju ke arah ketidakaturan. So, sebenarnya tidak ada masalah dalam hidup, asalkan kita bisa mengendalikannya. Cinta nggak pernah bersalah kok! Baik-buruknya kualitas cinta itu tergantung pada kita, gimana cara kita menjalaninya. Pengalaman dan kegagalan yang dulu kan bisa menjadi cermin bagi kita agar tidak melakukan kesalahan yang sama. Bagaimanapun juga, yang memisahkan antara kegagalan dan kesuksesan adalah usaha. Yah, tapi kita memang harus memulainya. Dan untuk itu modalnya cuma satu. Nyali. Nah, apakah kamu punya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;==&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1 hal yang pasti, I like mathematic so much! Dari kecil, kayak berasa jd orang paling aneh se sekolahan krn klo dipooling matapelajaran yg kusukai ini justru menempati posisi terbawah alias paling tidak disukai oleh orang2. Hubungannya ama cinta apa’an nih? Auk deh.. I love mathematics because it’s interesting, memompa adrenalinku utk memecahkan soal2nya.. kadang2 membuat pusing kepala dengan berbagai perkalian atau pertambahan congak mencongak.. but in the end, it will always be sweet. And it’s as sweet as your smile when we laugh together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hasilnya, aku semakin memahami cinta. Cinta bagiku itu ibarat vitamin C. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(kayaknya pernah denger Yank? ehehe...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Bikin semangat dan memandang hidup jauh lebih baik. Cinta melahirkan sentuhan emosi yang bertingkat-tingkat pada simbol-simbol tertentu (contoh: bunga, warna pink, dll) –sesuatu yang dulu tidak kupahami. Ada perubahan dalam bagaimana cara memandang sesuatu hal dan juga bagaimana cara menimbulkan kesan dari ragam pilihan bahasa yang dipilih. Secara otomatis, dengan cinta, aku merasa bahwa hidupku menjadi makin kaya dan semakin bersemangat untuk menulis lebih banyak hal lagi. Bener deh kata Mas Guruh Soekarno Putra : Mahadaya Cinta!! Rugi kalau nggak pernah jatuh cinta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;==&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yups rugi! Sama ruginya kalo aku gak ktmu kamu.. Jadi apa perlu ditanyakan seberapa beruntungnya aku saat ini? Honey.. I’m so lucky to have you by my side.. I only wait and pray till the time is right for us to be the most luckiest couple, the complete one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bisa jadi hingga akhir orang tidak akan pernah tahu misteri cinta. Mungkin pada saat rumus-rumus matematika telah terungkap semuanya, cinta masih berenang-renang dengan anggunnya di area ketidaktahuan dalam pikiran manusia dan orang-orang masih ramai membicarakannya. Namun mungkin itu lebih baik. Karena orang-orang akan selalu penasaran, bertanya, mencari, dan merasakan cinta. Cinta memang mungkin selamanya nggak akan lebih gampang daripada matematika. Tetapi bila kita bisa memperlakukan dengan bijaksana, cinta pasti akan jauh lebih menyenangkan ketimbang matematika. Kamu sepakat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;==&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Deal.. deal.. deal.. 1 quote lagi nih Yank… cocok utk cinta.. tak perlu terlalu banyak kalkulasi seperti matematika.. sehingga ia akan lebih indah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Taken from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Leni Wongso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(source: &lt;a href="http://www.andriewongso.com/"&gt;http://www.andriewongso.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selisih paham di dalam kehidupan rumah tangga adalah hal yang biasa. Perbedaan latar belakang, kedewasaan kepribadian, sikap mau menang sendiri dan komunikasi yang kurang terbuka diantara pasangan, biasanya sebagai penyebab perselisihan. Lebih dari itu, entah kapan dan kenapa, cinta menjadi penuh kalkulasi. Si istri merasa, aku kan sudah melakukan “blablabla” , maka kamu “seharusnya” melakukan “blablabla”. Begitu juga dengan si suami. Jika aku sudah melakukan “begini”, kamu harus “begitu” dst. Jika cinta kalkulasi seperti itu, kemana akan di bawa pernikahan ini? Lebih-lebih jika ada ekspektasi/harapan terhadap pasangan kita dan kenyataan tidak sesuai dengan harapan, pasti akan menimbulkan perasaan kecewa, jengkel, marah, benci dan kemudian pertengkaran berkelanjutan di kemudian hari.&lt;br /&gt;Lalu, bagaimana cinta bisa dipertahankan untuk waktu yang lama? Usaha itu harus dimulai dari kesadaran diri sendiri! Yakni : senantiasa berusaha melakukan segala sesuatu dengan tulus dan ikhlas! (jangan merasa rugi bila sudah melakukan suatu kebaikan). Jika cinta didasari dengan keinginan yang ikhlas untuk memberi kepada pasangan kita, niscaya rumah tangga kita akan awet hingga “maut memisahkan kita”.&lt;br /&gt;Semoga melalui perjalanan waktu, dengan belajar terus menerus, kita bisa menjadi manusia yang ikhlas demi kebahagiaan keluarga kita sendiri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Aha aha aha… the last part always tear me off… . Mungkin juga cara aku googling&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SNH8_6jsAJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Z88ktIem8fQ/s1600-h/cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247253215844237458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="163" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SNH8_6jsAJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Z88ktIem8fQ/s200/cup.jpg" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; berbagai keyword tadi sesungguhnya sebuah petunjuk, ilham yang kita cari-cari selama ini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Seiring waktu kita akan belajar menjadi lebih dan lebih baik.. belajar menjadi manusia2 iklas yang mencinta dengan..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bijaksana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ps. 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I assume that not everybody knows bout this job (compare with "doctor" or "teacher"). This is taken from wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Auditor&lt;/strong&gt; adalah seseorang yang memiliki kualifikasi tertentu dalam melakukan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Audit" href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Audit"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;audit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; atas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Laporan keuangan" href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laporan_keuangan"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;laporan keuangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; dan kegiatan suatu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Perusahaan" href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perusahaan"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perusahaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; atau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Organisasi" href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Organisasi"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;organisasi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Auditor dapat dibedakan menjadi tiga jenis, yaitu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Auditor Pemerintah&lt;/strong&gt; adalah auditor yang bertugas melakukan audit atas keuangan pada instansi-instansi pemerintah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Auditor Intern &lt;/strong&gt;merupakan auditor yang bekerja pada suatu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Perusahaan" href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perusahaan"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perusahaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; dan oleh karenanya berstatus sebagai pegawai pada perusahaan tersebut. Tugas utamanya ditujukan untuk membantu manajemen perusahaan tempat dimana ia bekerja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Auditor Independen atau Akuntan Publik&lt;/strong&gt; adalah melakukan fungsi pengauditan atas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Laporan keuangan" href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laporan_keuangan"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;laporan keuangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; yang diterbitkan oleh perusahaan. Pengauditan ini dilakukan pada perusahaan terbuka, yaitu perusahaan yang go public, perusahaan-perusahaan besar dan juga perusahaan kecil serta organisasi-organisasi yang tidak bertujuan mencari laba. Praktik akuntan publik harus dilakukan melalui suatu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Kantor Akuntan Publik" href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kantor_Akuntan_Publik"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kantor Akuntan Publik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (KAP).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;===================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, believe it or not, our profession is one of the most 'annoying' one. When people are being investigated by police, they tend to be scared. But when people are being examined by auditors, will they be scared or even... intimidating? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Auditor is STRESSED OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here... I'm not trying to tell a story bout my experiences of being an auditor because I feel that mine is too common. I need a lotta more assignments to give some interesting story, I need a lotta more wisdom which I dont have it enough. I just will write some advises and guidelines for me that I've just read. And for you all, to understand what auditors do, hopefully to make you a lil bit nicer to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) Make friends, not enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Auditor eksternal adalah profesi yang memungkinkan loe kenal dengan banyak orang baru di berbagai lingkungan baru. Rugi banget kalo kesempatan itu ga dimanfaatin untuk menambah teman. Bersikap profesional bukan berarti melupakan bahwa loe manusia dan auditee juga manusia, dan dengan kaku membatasi kontak dalam kerangka kerjaan. Dalam banyak kasus gue menemukan justru keluwesan kita dalam berinteraksi memberi banyak kemudahan dalam menyelesaikan tugas. Usaha-usaha remeh tapi tulus yang menunjukkan kita melihat orang itu sebagai pribadi yang utuh, pada gilirannya akan membuka banyak pintu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;==&gt; I find many auditors in right and left extreme. In left extreme, they become so nerd, sharp, mean. In right extreme, they become very talkative and sometimes 'manipulative'. Hoho.. whuteva.. we have to find an ice breaker to get closer to client, which is not easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) Help the client fulfill their commitment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pekerjaan audit sangat tergantung pada bantuan klien. Baik itu berupa data-data yang harus disediakan atau waktu auditee untuk melayani pertanyaan dan konfirmasi kita. Penting untuk sejak awal meminta komitmen dari klien berupa jadwal tersedianya data. Nah, tugas kita adalah membantu klien menepati komitmen yang sudah dia buat. Pastikan bahwa kita harus paham betul dengan kesibukan dan agenda internal klien, lalu bantu klien untuk mengerti kebutuhan dan tujuan audit kita, dan jangan cuek dengan birokrasi dan sopan santun organisasi klien dengan menghindari kondisi-kondisi tidak enak dimana kita diberi suguhan aksi seorang atasan yang memarahi bawahannya karena lancang memberi data ke auditor.&lt;br /&gt;Jangan pasif ketika mengunggu data. Sempatkan diri untuk memberi gentle reminder lewat email atau telepon. Jangan lupa menanyakan dengan penuh atensi apakah klien mengalami kesulitan untuk memenuhi permintaan kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;==&gt; The point is, you have to make your work done, with or without client's friendly support. How??? Be clear, explicit and use your strategy to make them help you. hoho..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3) Don’t corner, give some space.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jangan melupakan fakta bahwa selain urusan dengan auditor, auditee kita juga harus menghadapi tekanan tugas kesehariannya yang kompleks, apalagi kalau pada saat bersamaan dia juga sedang dikejar deadline proyek internal yang mission critical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;==&gt; Auditee is only a human.. Auditor is also human.. we need to understand them to make us being understood. Yea.. win-win solution laa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4) Professional scepticism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ini mentalitas utama auditor yang ga boleh pernah ketinggalan. Jangan begitu mudah percaya dengan omongan klien atau termakan oleh asumsi2 yang gue buat sendiri. Rule of thumb-nya adalah no evidence, not done. Biasakan untuk selalu based on fact, fakta dan hanya faktalah yang punya tempat di laporan audit. Sedekat apapun hubungan dengan klien, indra curiga ini harus tetap jadi batas yang membedakan kita sebagai seorang profesional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;==&gt; Wew.. this part is tough! Sometimes this make auditors sorta curious-annoying people which are difficult to be satisfied by simple answer without any proof. In the real life, this habbit sometimes is carried. Aarrghhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5) If you strike, strike with respect&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dalam banyak kesempatan sebagai auditor loe akan berjumpa dengan yang namanya finding (kesalahan). Terkadang kita dibuat bertanya-tanya apakah klien tidak menghitung risiko yang mungkin sehingga begitu abai dengan kontrol yang sangat penting ? Hal yang utama adalah, betapapun “gemes”nya kita melihat ketidakberesan di klien jangan sampai kita “menghukum” klien. Sampaikan temuan dengan bahasa yang konstruktif dan tidak men-judge. Pastikan untuk selalu mengkonfirmasi sebelum memasukan temuan ke dalam laporan. Jangan lupa juga mengingat rantai birokrasi di klien, setiap temuan harus diinformasikan dari level terbawah baru menuju ke atas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;==&gt; Finding is embarassing for client. That's what auditors must be aware of. W&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SMYamdxtxVI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VXHxEPExPzw/s1600-h/cewe+computer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243908064250021202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SMYamdxtxVI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VXHxEPExPzw/s200/cewe+computer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e want to solve the finding and client have to accept this. So, respect is a must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6) What happen in audits, stay in audits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kalau soal yang ini pasti semua sudah mengerti. Sebagai auditor, pasti diberikan akses leluasa ke berbagai informasi yang sifatnya confidential. Kepercayaan klien tentu saja harus dijaga, jangan sampai reputasi pribadi dan firma ternoda dengan sebutan auditor ember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;==&gt; Frankly speaking, this is the most enjoyable moments when we are in field work. Looking at confidential data is very usefull to add valuable information. We're just not allowed to share it to others. That's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Be peace with auditors ya!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-2961420999573166920?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/2961420999573166920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=2961420999573166920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/2961420999573166920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/2961420999573166920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-u-hate-auditors.html' title='Do U Hate Auditors?'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SMYRR46bQrI/AAAAAAAAADI/aEpfeLeIqWc/s72-c/auditor+stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-9008315498915062040</id><published>2008-08-25T10:47:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:44:03.234+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>Pangeran Tikus and Blog Walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SLKC6--ggPI/AAAAAAAAADA/JfYRLR_P-co/s1600-h/pic25899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238393266434506994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="156" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SLKC6--ggPI/AAAAAAAAADA/JfYRLR_P-co/s200/pic25899.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Long time no see..&lt;br /&gt;long time without blog posting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't make any posting recently because I' m a bit busy to update the view of this blog, especialy layout, classification, etc. Still have many ideas to improve, but now I am trying to get the source. It's like making a house.. I prefer to make renovation of the building before add some new furnitures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I become too excited to do these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, still in magabu'ing times, I try to do "blog walking" and I visited many blogs. Well, although I have made blog since 3 years ago.. I never intense pay attention to other blogs, and neither to my blogs itself. Blog when I was still in college is only media for sharing to my cyber friends (which is not much..) and for killing time when I was still working on warnet. The contains was not too deep, I only told about my activities, experiences, and sometimes only 'rubbish' words. Blog when I was working in cikarang is become a lil melancholic, I shared a lot to heal my stress and ease my emotion. Pfuh.. seems I really needed a trash bin ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog nowadays, for me, is lazy to update. I only write when I really have inspiration and only in a very special occasion. I've lost many cyber friends that used to pay attention to my blogs, so I don't really care to 'refresh' my blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the result of the blog walking, waww.. I feel so suprised with all the blogs that I've visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very good one.. a very thoughtfull, many comments, good looking layout, several issues that enrich my mind.. Well.. I see a lot blogging competition, and GOSH! how cool! I feel a bit oldfashioned that it's embarassing to still keep my previous 'acakadut' blog (how to say acakadut in english? messy?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so so... Now is the time for posting again. Actually I have a serious topic to write, bu&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SLIyhzvpbHI/AAAAAAAAACY/r2eaOrwI1pI/s1600-h/Mickey+Mouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238304872992435314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="153" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SLIyhzvpbHI/AAAAAAAAACY/r2eaOrwI1pI/s200/Mickey+Mouse.jpg" width="123" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t as I have another experience last night, a ridiculous one, so I prefer to share it, an easy joking moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PANGERAN TIKUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. mickey mouse. (&lt;em&gt;dah ah pake basa indonesa ajah. Capeeek...past tense smua, hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceritanya.. thn lalu pas aku lg tugas ke Bali hmpir sbulan, balik2 nemuin tikus di dlm kamar kos gw. Tadinya jg gak nyadar br stelah gw cek stock indomie kok ada yg bolong n digrogotin.. hiiii... tyus suatu hari kebangun tengah mlm n tu tikus nongol2in kpalanya di deket dipan kasur gw WAAAAAAAAAAA gile ajeee. That was my 1st experience bergaul dg tikus sepanjang sejarah nge'kosku n berakhir dengan terperangkapnya sang pangeran tikus pd jebakan lem tikus. MAMFUS LOE! kekeke.. Waktu itu curiganya dia masuk lewat jendela yg memang aku buka dikit wkt mo ditinggal ke Bali. Nah sejak saat itu kapok lah aku buka2 jendela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyus... kmrn nih.. awalnya agak2 aneh tiap nyapu kamar kok nemuin item2 kecil di lantai, and that's definetely not my shit, is it? hehe... Lagi2 si doi ktauan gara2 aku kbangun tengah mlm (maybe God want me to meet the mouse kali ye?). Kecil2 si tikus lari2an dari pojok ke pojok. Anjirr... gw cm bs jejeritan tanpa tau musti ngapain. Tapi klo yg ini, dia blm smpet make any harm in my room sih.. Gilingan.. ga bs tidur deh ngebayangin tuh tikus lari2an di balik lemari gw or dibawah dipan kasur gw or wherever it likes to. JIJAY! Langsung lah pertolongan pertama besoknya gw bersihin sluruh kamar. Gw angkat dipan kasur, gw sapu smua kolong, gw pel, abis itu gw kasih kapur barus dimana2. Biar pada mabok, asal trus jangan pada drunk party aja tuh tikus2. Singular or plural? Nah itu jg gw gak yakin.. ketangkep basah lari2an di dpn mataku sih skitar 3 kali, tp apakah itu pacarnya? anaknya? ato dia sndiri yg emang mo manuver 3 kali di dpn mataku? (caper bener?) weee.. nobody knows.. dan kayak gini nih penampakan si tikus tea..&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SLI4FuJZ3ZI/AAAAAAAAACg/EE7c_hCf-Pg/s1600-h/840033-xs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238310987523284370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="154" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SLI4FuJZ3ZI/AAAAAAAAACg/EE7c_hCf-Pg/s200/840033-xs.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhhh... akhirnya aku pake cara lama.. kluarin dah tu lem tikus.. Ettss... tp last night when I set the trap, TIBA2 TIKUSNYA DENGAN GAGAH BERANI NONGOL2 N LARI2AN! Perkiraanku dia lg mabok ama kapur barus yg aku taburin. trus kyknya dia cr jln kluar deh.. Hmmm.. manuver ke 2, dia deket2in pintu kamarku n SLUURRTT eehh badannya tiba2 kayak karet bs nyempil kluar lewat bawah pintuku. HEBAT YAH? hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawsdah.. jebakan lem tikus tetep terpasang. Siapa tau nyak bini nye masi ngendon dibawah meja kan? Tapi berarti dia dtg bukan lwt jendela donk yach? Trus gmn caranya aku b&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SLI67tsiMyI/AAAAAAAAACw/oHzm-rR38ts/s1600-h/kucing.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238314114138387234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SLI67tsiMyI/AAAAAAAAACw/oHzm-rR38ts/s200/kucing.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s prevent my room klo dia bs masup lewat sela2 bawah pintu? Haiyaa.. Pasrah aja deh skrg.. tabur2 kapur barus aja terus. last chat with my bf, dia bilang "&lt;strong&gt;ngrental kucing ajah! seminggu lah.. biar tikusnya pergi.."&lt;/strong&gt; hihihi.. .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-9008315498915062040?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/9008315498915062040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=9008315498915062040&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/9008315498915062040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/9008315498915062040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2008/08/pangeran-tikus.html' title='Pangeran Tikus and Blog Walking'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SLKC6--ggPI/AAAAAAAAADA/JfYRLR_P-co/s72-c/pic25899.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-6350275599738434890</id><published>2008-07-15T12:26:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:13:01.179+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>Sedikit Berpanjang, sambil Mengenang Rasa...</title><content type='html'>Ready for long posting? [read also my footnote by checking this sign: (*)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe... ceritanya.. hari ini hari sapu2 komputerku.. Yep! bagian2 masa lalu mulai terhapus satu persatu. Si Gungun yang menemaniku sejak kelas 2 SMA, mengarungi kejamnya jalan kelam n panas terik mentari, udah dijual pan ma bokap. "baiklah.." Trus si Kompie nih giliran bakal digusur dari kancah 'perbendaharaan kepemilikan' dan lagi2 aku cuma berkata "baiklah..". It's okay beibeh.. Nothing's gonna last forever walaupun aku ini cenderung sifatnya 'historical'*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus... sapu2 itu bikin mengenang so pasti... beberapa data sudah diamankan ditempat yang aman.. nah beberapa data yg gak perlu pengamanan ya kudu di delete. Menuh2in hardisk! lagian being to historical itu sometimes waste your memory. Aku masih keinget gimana sayangnya aku buang buku2 catetanku waktu SMP n SMA (karna sudah kubuat dengan sangat rapi n easy to learn, sistematis bo! sayang banget tuh klo mpe dibuang... bisa bikin ujian loe bagus itu!!! hihihi narsis), berharap someone could use it, n akhirnya.. TETEP MUSTI DIBUANG PAN? ya iyyyalaah masak ya iyyadong.. secara kurikulum anak sekolah kan berubah and knowledge terus berkembang, means... what U have in the past might has been soooo oldfashioned, means KUNO ABESSS. hmm.. dan dengan pasrahnya, sekali lagi.. "baiklah.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key.. 1 file yang dibuang sayang tapi tak perlu dikenang, jadi ya ujung2nya "baiklah.. dibuang sajah.." yaitu file diaryku. Ntu diary sejak jaman bli komputer pertama kali, and it was dated 17 April 2003. WAAAAAA SEPERTI BARANG KUNO ANTIK DUONK.. hihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah.. berhubung ntu file gede (loadingnya lelet bener..) n useless lah klo musti di burn ke CD sgala... itu bentuknya juga word file, and 10 MB, and penuh lirik2 lagu, some pictures, some photos, and of course MY BIGGEST SECRET. hihihi.. gak segitu2nya amat sih.. coz itu lebih banyak isinya curahan hati emosi.. kegiatan sehari2.. lovely life.. de el el dah! lengkap! And about the file.. I would delete it after I am satisfied reading, and save some good words.. and then.. BYE BYE HONEY!! TILL WE MEET AGAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today,&lt;br /&gt;I am still magabuing** in office, and then I decided to read those files one by one. Sometimes sad, sometimes laugh, sometimes just smile.. haha.. Mengenang masa lalu memang kadang2 bikin bergidik, tp mostly.. AKU UDAH LUPA COY! whuteva.. kan cuman mo mengenang.. bukan mo mengingat2.. jd klo lupa yowis ceriwis laa..&lt;br /&gt;But then, I am admiring myself. But my past of myself. Means... lagi2 terkadang gak percaya aku bisa nulis 'such a ridiculous word' or 'wisdom'. Romantis cui! Skarang gw gak bakalan bs mpe ngluarin kata2 kyk gitu. let me copy it for you here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RASANYA SENDU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;20 april 2003&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aku tidak pula yakin mana yang lebih benar, tidak pula yakin mana yang paling tepat. Lepas dari lingkaran, atau terbang dengan terbeban? Kebebasan itu sempat membuatku maju, mengantarkanku pada semangat, gairah yang tak kenal lelah, penuh ambisi mengisi hati. Menyusun kembali reruntuhan dengan serpihan kegembiraan. Walaupun.. aku sempat merasa matirasa, merasa datar, teratur dan sekaligus cerdas. Kini aku kembali terbang... menggapai mimpiku, berhayal tentang bahagia, tersenyum ditengah keramaian tapi sambil tetap membayangkanmu. Aku merasa bodoh... Berpikir tentangmu diantara ribuan orang disekitarku.. telah membuatku merasa sendu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuhu... lumayan lah..&lt;br /&gt;and then another diary...........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOLONG BANTU AKU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-11 juni 2003-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tolong bantu aku yang tak kau kenal ini.&lt;br /&gt;Tolong aku setulusnya, tanpa perlu menunggu imbalannya. Aku tak punya apa-apa.. aku tak bisa menjanjikan apa-apa.&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya sebentuk jiwa yang lahir dari perut bumi, ingin meregang erat pada hidup, tapi tak kuasa menghadapi nasib. Aku hanyalah sebutir peluru yang dilepaskan tanpa tau ingin melesat kemana. Aku hanya seseorang yang ingin bersandar,, tapi sekaligus kukuh mempertahankan ego.&lt;br /&gt;Aku lelah mengais asa dan berlari mencari damai. Aku sadar aku tak bisa terus menghindari dunia maupun bersembunyi dari semuanya. Kuakui aku takut... takut sekali akan semuanya. Hingga aku memilih menutup semua celah, aku memilih untuk merajut sensitivitas. Aku hanya ingin merasa tenang ditengah peperangan dalam hatiku. TOLONG JANGAN GANGGU AKU, teriakku pada semua orang. Aku tengah berusaha mencintai diriku sendiri...&lt;br /&gt;Tolong aku.. aku memohon hingga lutut kaku, hingga kaurasa syahdu.&lt;br /&gt;Tolong bantu aku menemukan indahnya ketegaran tanpa perlu takut. Ajari aku berdamai dengan kesalahanku, memaafkan ketololanku, mengampuni masa lalu. Berikan padaku ketenangan lalu buatlah aku percaya akan sebentuk ketulusan. Bantu aku kembali pada ceria, pada hal-hal sederhana, pada semangat, keluguan dan nurani. Bantu aku melihat kekuatan kehidupan.&lt;br /&gt;Walau kau juga tak tau caranya.. setidaknya... kumohon bantu aku untuk mempercayai kasih sayang yang berlimpah, Tolong aku untuk kembali mengagumi cinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Whiiii not bad... itu kyknya gw lg patah hati? Umm.. ntahlah gw dah lupaaaa hewkekekeke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well, isinya gak mlulu soal cinta2an or perasaan hati kok.. dari diary itu jg br kerasa betapa sibuknya aku yang dahulu.. betapa aktifnya dan betapa gak punya capeknya. Lah skarang manja bener baru lembur dikit ajeeee. Ya maklumlah.. jiwa muda euy! let me share one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUSY ACTIVITIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-16 april 2003-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Detail kehidupanku hari ini :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bangun pagi dingin banget bikin aku nggak pingin beranjak dari tempat tidur dan bahkan menutupi seluruh badan dengan selimut. Aseli tadi pagi aku bener2 dibikin menggigil. Telapak tangan dan kakiku sangat dingin. Jam 7 aku keluar ngabisin jagung yang kemaren, trus ngemil bentar ngisi kalori. ½ 8an aku buka buku DDP*** baca bahan presentasiku. Jam 8 mulai siap2 kuliah, mandi,dll. Jam 9 brangkat ke kampus. Kuliah AKM 1*** jam 9.15-10.30. lumayan seneng karena nilai kuisku kemaren 100. Jam 10.30 ke kafe aku minum jeruk panas n ngemilin peyem oleh2 leony. Jam 11 masuk perpus n baca ddp lagi ampe jam 12an. Seneng juga di perpus karna sempet liat nilai manajemenku yg baru kluar. Dapet A.&lt;br /&gt;Trus jam 12.15 beli kue, aku takut telat ddp n buru2 masuk kelas. Ternyata malah dihadang sama si Marshal (pasangan presentasi). Kueku masih separo n si bapak dosen masuk. Kuliah ddp duduk di sebelah marshal smpet disuitin ama dinda N kiki, tapi aduh ni anak bikin gue mati gaya. There’s something about me that make him jealous n tease me. I feel a bit uncomfortable, but i have to handle it coz we will have our presentation on next Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Jam 14.45 kuliah selese n aku nyari’in mas ardi di selasar karena bakal ada rapat IA. Rapat omong2 ttg english club sampe jam 15.45, rencana buat gak aerobik malah kulanggar sendiri. Aku minta ijin cabut buat aerobik. Buru2 pulang n ganti baju, aku aerobik dari jam 16.00-17.00. Selese aerobik aku baru inget belom ngapal gerakan n bikin koreografi. Langsung bikin n kuhafalin. Jam 18.00 aku sekarat, laper n cuapek banget (sempet bobok bentar di atas matras malah). Aku minta ijin pulang buat ngisi perut dengan peyem n kue sisa tadi siang. Aku dah pasrah aja kalo bakalan sudukan perutku. Aku bener2 butuh asupan kalori.&lt;br /&gt;Jam 18.30 balik lagi ke cakra kembang****, aku dateng langsung warming up n low impact. Sambung presentasi gerakan low impact. Jam 19.30 selesai, aku pulang n sampe rumah udah ngga pingin makan apa2. sempet bengong sebelum akhirnya bales smsnya arin n lora, trus mandi, ngepel kamar, n sekarang duduk di depan komputer main games n curhat ke kamu kompie.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuii... capek bener... mbacanya aja capek..&lt;br /&gt;Again.. words that beautiful.. Must have been coppied here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERNAHKAH KAMU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-15 februari 2004-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pernahkah kamu merasa begitu termotivasi menjalani hidupmu karena ada seseorang yang kau yakin memberikan kejutan terindah? Kau begitu yakin dia akan bangga akan apa yang kau lakukan, pencapaian yang kau hasilkan, mengagumimu dengan segala keterbatasanmu, hingga tak henti2nya kau bergerak, melaju, dan beraktivitas tanpa kenal lelah.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi....&lt;br /&gt;Pernahkah kamu merasa begitu tak pasti menghadapi dunia, menunggu-nunggu dalam kebimbangan, tenggelam dalam kecurigaan, menela’ah ke-misterius-an, berperang dengan logika dan perasaan..Kemudian waktu seakan berlalu begitu cepat tanpa makna darinya, kekosongan menghimpit ditengah kesibukan yang kau ciptakan sendiri.asa demi asa terajut manis tanpa akhir, tapi tetap saja semua seperti khayalan yang tak henti-hentinya mewabah.&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian...&lt;br /&gt;Pernahkah kamu merasa begitu terikat? Bersorak bahagia akan hal-hal kecil dan sepele yang seperti mempertemukan kedua hati. Menghadapi orang lain dengan senyum yang tertuju hanya padanya. Memandangi semua sudut kota sambil menghubung-hubungkan sekenanya. Mencari arti dibalik pertanda, mencari pengait dibalik kejadian-kejadian yang tak terkait.Merasa memiliki, merasa memahami setiap nafas dan pengalaman yang terjadi, merasa dan terus merasa dia ada, tapi tak jua tiba.&lt;br /&gt;Kubertanya padamu...&lt;br /&gt;Pernahkah kamu merasa begitu muak melakukan sesuatu yang semestinya kau lakukan, hanya karena adanya secuil harapan semu? Harapan yang bodoh, tapi membahagiakan. Harapan yang terlalu jauh menurut dunia, tapi begitu dekat dalam alam mimpimu. Haruskah tetap kau lakukan? Tentu saja kau takut kehilangan kehidupanmu, tapi, begitu inginnya kukejar impian hingga tak bersisa lagi dalam ruang penyimpanan perasaanku yang mendesak, menghimpit pernafasan, menguras tenaga, cita-cita dan masa depanku. Sungguh keterpaksaan ini menyiksa. Tapi inilah solusi. Inilah kenyataan, inilah alam pikir kedewasaan, dan inilah segala kemunafikan.&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh sial.... karena,&lt;br /&gt;Pernahkah kamu merasakan bahagia dan derita pada satu garis lurus yang tak terpisahkan? Deru keceriaan sesaat yang sungguh membuat jiwa ini bersemi, dan lalu merekah, tapi perlahan-lahan retak disana-sini, lalu menunggu saatnya pecah hancur berkeping-keping.&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh aku merasa begitu lelah..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu lagi puitisnya gw jaman dulu.. ordinary poem la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PUISI UNTUK SANG PENA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-18 September 2005-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sebuah pena meregang nyawa&lt;br /&gt;Ingin tumpahkan tinta&lt;br /&gt;Tapi pada siapa pena bisa torehkan isinya?&lt;br /&gt;Pada kertas koran? Percuma.. tulisannya tak kan bisa menyaingi berita.&lt;br /&gt;Pada batu bisu? Untuk apa... goresannya tak kan mampu terlihat&lt;br /&gt;Pada selembar daun? Tetap tak kan terbaca sekaligus daunnya akan robek.&lt;br /&gt;Tidak.. pena tidak boleh merusak apapun, termasuk robeknya sang daun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Sang pena rindukan kertas..&lt;br /&gt;Kertas putih yang akan mengukir indah semua guratan-guratan tinta&lt;br /&gt;Tapi hal itupun tak pasti&lt;br /&gt;Seringkali kertas yang semula kelihatan suci,&lt;br /&gt;jadi memburam tatkala pena telah terlanjur menari diatasnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pena harus bisa belajar.&lt;br /&gt;Tak boleh salah, tak boleh kalah.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi dalam tekadnya itu.. ia lelah.. sungguh lelah&lt;br /&gt;Dimana lagi kutemukan ketulusan dunia dan kebenaran hati?&lt;br /&gt;Hingga kesedihan yang terpancar lewat keanggunan sungguh menyiksa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebuah pena meregang nyawa&lt;br /&gt;Terbebani tinta&lt;br /&gt;Luapan tersia-sia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;okey dokey.. Itu tadi kan melow2nya guwe.. yg laen ga penting2 amat sih.. palingan lg PMS.. ato keadaan lg seneng atas achievement2 gw.. ato kondisi khawatir yg bikin gundah gulana.. gimana ngadepin orang.. ngadepin gebetan.. ngadepin sahabat.. blablabla. Trus trakhir yg bakal aku posting disini, cerita awal aku ngebikin skripsi, hummph.. part of my life that create my future. Coz without it I wouldn't have been graduated, without being graduated I wouldn't be moved to Jakarta and work and write such a blog in my magabuing time just like now, rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABOUT SKRIPSI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-20 Oktober 2005-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tadi pak dosen udah ACC. Bagiku itu sudah lebih dari cukup. Aku sendiri sadar kalo skripsiku blum ada apa2nya. Masih perlu lebih banyak lagi perjuangan.. masih banyak lagi pemahaman.. masih banyak lagi yang harus kuselesaikan. Tapi at least.. kerangka kerjaku sudah jelas. Sekarang tinggal atur waktu.. kapan akan kukerjakan. Bukan hanya itu... setelah ujian pendadaran masih ada ujian compre. Itu konon kabar.. SULITNYA MINTAK AMPUN! Well.. i’m juz a student here.. n my primary obligation is STUDY! So why shoud I sigh? Yes i’m ready to work hard after thiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;a. Masih ada studi literatur yang akan melibatkan banyak sekali paper, dan sebelumnya, akan sangat banyak menghabiskan waktuku untuk hunting literatur di perpustakaan dan di internet&lt;br /&gt;b. Masih ada pencarian data di pasar modal dan aku harus mempelajari satu demi satu laporan keuangan. Are U ready gal? Yes i must ready. Coz... I LIKE THIZ! Setelah kusadari.. satu2nya yang membuatku tertarik pada akuntansi adalah laporan keuangannya. &lt;strong&gt;Audit&lt;/strong&gt; tidak membuatku terlalu interest. Karna ia melulu mencari kesalahan dan meneliti pekerjaan orang lain. &lt;strong&gt;Perpajakan&lt;/strong&gt; sedikit membuatku senang karena hampir selalu dapat diaplikasikan di luar akuntansi sekalipun. Tapi tetap saja.. terlalu jauh dari duniaku. &lt;strong&gt;Akuntansi manajemen&lt;/strong&gt;? Hmm.. suka sih.. tapi terlalu berbau korporasi besar. Aku tidak ingin menjadi bawahan di sebuah perusahaan besar yang akan membuatku merasa nyaman tapi selalu bergantung. &lt;strong&gt;Sistim informasi&lt;/strong&gt;? Terus terang tidak pernah mendalami ini terlalu dalam karena merasa punya kakak yang sangat ‘basah’ di bidang ini. Skripsiku berkecimpung pada masalah laporan keuangan, lebih menekankan pada prinsip2 akuntansi dan teori. Aku menyukainya karna ini aplikatif sifatnya. Dengan menguasai variasi pelaporan keuangan, kuharap aku menguasai seluk beluk pencatatan akuntansi yang bisa diterapkan langsung pada perusahaan apapun.&lt;br /&gt;c. Masih ada pengolahan data yang melibatkan berbagai metode statistik. Dame.. aku benar2 tampak bodoh di depan bapaknya tadi karna udah lupa seluruh metode2 analisa data. Belum lagi metodologi penelitiannya. Hwaduhh....&lt;br /&gt;d. Setelah itu semua terlewati, tinggal bikin kesimpulan, bikin penjilidan, dll. Lalu mulai mempersiapkan pendadaran, compre, hmmm after that? WISUDA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least.. klo semua itu bisa selesai sebelum februari, kamu punya waktu banyak untuk santai dan berlibur. Okay???? BALI I’M COMING! JAKARTA.. WAIT 4 MEE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish.. and proudly announce that those writings... the file of my diary.. have been ALREADY DELETED!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============&lt;br /&gt;footnote:&lt;br /&gt;*) Historical = My own term. Maksudnya kadang2 benda2 bernilai historis itu begitu kusayang2 and kusimpan2 sebelum akhirnya dibuang juga krn menuh2in tmpat n useless. I appreciate my past and benda2 yang pernah berjasa untukku.&lt;br /&gt;**) Magabuing = Dari asal kata 'magabu' stands from MAkan GAji BUta, keadaan di kantor ga ada klien, ga ada kerjaan, ngenet doank.. yea... gitu deh&lt;br /&gt;***) Mata Kuliahku.. DDP = Dasar Dasar Pemasaran, AKM = Akuntansi Keuangan Menengah&lt;br /&gt;****) Cakra Kembang = My Fitness Centre.. I have been trained for my aerobic instructur class here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-6350275599738434890?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/6350275599738434890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=6350275599738434890&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/6350275599738434890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/6350275599738434890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2008/07/sedikit-berpanjang-sambil-mengenang.html' title='Sedikit Berpanjang, sambil Mengenang Rasa...'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-2586658964547889251</id><published>2008-06-20T13:07:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:17:45.217+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thought'/><title type='text'>Why is it hard for adults to be happy peacefully?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SFtPPMlPBfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wUZE_HqveBo/s1600-h/woman-with-glass-of-water-and-aspirins-~-ks103563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213848116105512434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="231" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SFtPPMlPBfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wUZE_HqveBo/s320/woman-with-glass-of-water-and-aspirins-~-ks103563.jpg" width="105" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got this words from someone's blogger, friend of my friend, he doesn't even know me anyway.. (his name: Ganda Rahman Ganardi; gw tulis biar gak dikecam undang2 hak cipta) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is.. beautiful..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kata Albert, orang dewasa tidak bahagia karena &lt;strong&gt;dia memiliki beban&lt;/strong&gt; di luar dirinya. Dia dituntut harus berpikir kemana tangannya harus mencari sesuap nasi untuk anak dan istri. Dia diminta berbagi dengan suami dalam mengurus sang bayi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kata Amir, orang dewasa tidak bahagia karena &lt;strong&gt;dia memasang standard&lt;/strong&gt; untuk semuanya. Kemakmuran harus ada parameternya. Kebahagiaan harus ada data terukurnya. Segalanya dibungkus dengan syarat, referensi, angka dan kriteria.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kata Alida, orang dewasa tidak bahagia karena &lt;strong&gt;dia tidak berani meninggalkan masa lalunya&lt;/strong&gt;. Kecewa karena kehidupan sekarang jauh berbeda. Tidak menerima karena keadaan tidak sesuai harapannya. Selalu ada yang dibandingkan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapi bagiku..., &lt;strong&gt;orang dewasa tidak bahagia karena dia tidak sepenuhnya dewasa&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Karena buatku..., &lt;strong&gt;orang dewasa adalah dia yang merelakan apa yang dia mau... lalu memilih untuk melakukan apa yang benar&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kedewasaan menandakan kepahaman yang pasti mengenai apa yang dia tuju.... Dewasa berarti mampu memilah apa yang harus dia pikirkan..., apa yang harus dia simpan..., dan apa yang harus dia tinggalkan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Semuanya menjadi begitu mudah saat dewasa adalah bahagia dengan setiap pilihannya. Oleh karena itulah..., ada saat-saat dimana seseorang begitu dewasa.... Ada pula saat-saat dimana seseorang kembali kanak-kanak. Hanya masalah bagaimana cara kita mengolah orientasi dan menata hati....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SFtOeLq3k6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/k962wvyV0IA/s1600-h/baby+smile+at+sculpture.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213847274047116194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SFtOeLq3k6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/k962wvyV0IA/s320/baby+smile+at+sculpture.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I've ever write a shout-out message in my friendster, words that incidentally written there, just to fill the empty box, and nicely posted:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grown up is to make YOU and your surrounding comfortable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being mature is to make yourself happy, without disturbing others.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 quote lagi, ini dr blog my lovely sista, Tiani.. (diya ngutip quote gw, nah, gw ngutip quote diya jg gpp duonks? hehehe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The day a child realizes that all adults are imperfect, he becomes an adolescent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The day he forgives them, he becomes an adult.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The day he forgives himself, he becomes wise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akhir2 ini aku sedang mengasah hidupku, bertarung dengan segala kelemahan yg menghantui alur2 pengalaman, berjuang dengan kontradiksi prinsip dan idealisme, bertaruh dengan hari depan yg 'unpredictable'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semuanya demi sebuah kebahagiaan yang dibayar dengan sangat mahal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pengorbanan atas kehancuran naive'nya seorang flo, untuk menjadi seseorang yang 'terus menerus' BELAJAR menjadi dewasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/17101781-2586658964547889251?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/2586658964547889251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=2586658964547889251&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/2586658964547889251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/2586658964547889251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-is-it-hard-for-adults-to-be-happy.html' title='Why is it hard for adults to be happy peacefully?'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SFtPPMlPBfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wUZE_HqveBo/s72-c/woman-with-glass-of-water-and-aspirins-~-ks103563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-1093917734885903086</id><published>2008-05-20T21:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:38:22.557+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>Abis Minum Kiranti</title><content type='html'>Ceritanya... perut gw sharian atit bangeddd... trus stelah minum kiranti agak berkurang lah penderitaan.. Truss... ngubral ngubrul ma salah seorang best friend gw.. trus ktawa ktiwi bareng n make me missing the old times when we are still together.. trusssss ngebahas umur!!! (the worst part... but alhamdulilah diya masi lebi tuwa dr gw.. hehe). Whuteva..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus,&lt;br /&gt;tiba2 dia bilang kata2 yang daleemmmmmmmm banget artinya buat gw. Katanya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Lu jangan terlalu tinggi lah pasang target..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wew? itu tuh yang sering bgt gw deny, apa iya gw se'ambisius itu? apa iya gw trlalu tinggi pasang target atas sesuatu? perfeksionis? apa iya gw ini picky? choosy? Eh iya, bedain picky itu lebih ke hal2 simple yg kita pilih kayak baju, sepatu, dll (nah klo itu gw ngaku..) kalo choosy, kayaknya maknanya lebih dalem, menyangkut ke important decission such as school, work, marriage, etc. Nah guwe? hmmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Tergantung mo mandang kemana sih. klo mo mandang keatas, mnurut gw ya gw ini pemalas dan target gw utk masa depan terlalu sederhana. tp klo mo mandang kebawah, well well well... gw kliatan terlalu rajin utk ukuran seorang gadis berumur 23 tahun kali ye?&lt;br /&gt;Trus, gw choosy? kog jd keinget choosy pratama. berasa perna denger ada penyanyi pake nama itu gak seh? Eeee... boleh pembela'an diri gak? gw cuman EKSENTRIK! gw ini seniman! THAT'S IT! heheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus kata2 diye yg jlep jlep nih,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mnurut gw ya bo.. Pasangan itu kan harusnya saling melengkapi. Jadi cowok itu ntar fungsinya gak cuma jadi suami, tapi dia juga seseorang yang bisa jadi temen loe, seseorang yang bisa jadi sahabat loe, bisa jadi seperti kakak/adik loe, seseorang yang bisa jadi imam loe, dll. You will live forever with him. remember it!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hwaaa.. hwaaa.. hwaaaa... itu kan... hiks....., bener banget................&lt;br /&gt;the comfortable feeling that needs to be built, kita gak akan cm meng'amin'i sebuah atau dua buah kebiasaan, tapi the whole package and the fact that we will live under one roof, wake up in the morning and sleeping at night together, creating new family with new habit, new place, or anything. Live is not such a drama that we dream.. it's reality! Kalo cuman cari2 seseorang utk kita nikmati ke'gantengan'nya ato ke'romantis'annya, ah come on... that's will only be the small part of the entire.. eee... rumah tangga? (ceileh... gw mrinding ngetiknyaahh :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole package of someone....&lt;br /&gt;Could we be mature and build a mature relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee...&lt;br /&gt;gw cuman lg gak pengen melow melow..&lt;br /&gt;gw cuman lg gak pengen stupidly drawn...&lt;br /&gt;gw cuman lg pengen lebih memperbaiki hidup gw..&lt;br /&gt;emang salah ya dee?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-1093917734885903086?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/1093917734885903086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=1093917734885903086&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/1093917734885903086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/1093917734885903086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2008/05/abis-minum-kiranti.html' title='Abis Minum Kiranti'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-3898967924034567630</id><published>2008-03-08T15:48:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:19:09.801+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Rhythm'/><title type='text'>Let me Dance!!</title><content type='html'>Skarang niy, lagi gak doyan banget lunch di basement PIM. knapah? becoz u will pass something in basement that will move out your dream. haiyaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Trus, kinda romantic sense blowing out my head (nobody done, this is my pure insanity..) and the song below is so beautifull. &lt;strong&gt;"Will you let me dance?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can dance... every dance with the guy who gives you the eye, let him hold you tight... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can smile... every smile for the man who held your hand neath the pale moon light. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But don't forget who's takin' you home and in whose arms you're gonna be... So darlin' save the last dance for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I know... that the music's fine like sparklin' wine, go and have your fun... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laugh and sing,but while we're apart don't give your heart to anyone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But don't forget who's takin' you home and in whose arms you're gonna be... So darlin' save the last dance for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby don't you know I love you so... Can't you feel it when we touch. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will never never let you go... I love you oh so much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can dance... go and carry on till the night is gone and it's time to go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If he asks if you're all alone 'Can he walk you home' you must tell him 'no' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause don't forget who's taking you home and in whose arms you're gonna be... So darling,save the last dance for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-3898967924034567630?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/3898967924034567630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=3898967924034567630&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/3898967924034567630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/3898967924034567630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2008/03/let-me-dance.html' title='Let me Dance!!'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-3002569162855354102</id><published>2008-02-15T01:19:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:39:20.129+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>I'M CRYING IN THEATER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;This is valentine's day, and ended up by watching "PS. I Love You" in Setiabudi this nite. Well, it's not because i have planned, coz everything went incidentally when I decided to watch a movie before I sleep.And I never expect myself to cry in the middle of that movie coz actually i'm not in blue or even in love. My mood is not romantic at all this valentine, and I pick that film only to follow the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am writing this not for discuss bout that movie.&lt;br /&gt;I write it here because suddenly there are lot of things in my mind that ruin my head, need to be shared. Hm.. those desires lately make me wanting sumthin that I don't have, or not supposed to have.. or not ready to have? Yeaa... I'm dreaming bout having lot of times imagining and then create some story or any other writing all the day, watching people and get inspiration. Fiuh, seems that my 'artistic' sense is now a bit dominating ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I cry because of the film was so romantic and make me dying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah.. then U are all wrong.Let me be honest that at this moment, I don't believe in madly love. Means.. Love is exist, but it's wouldn't be that mad or crazy. People crazy because they are drunk, not because they are in love.&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey.. this is valentine rite? stop discussing the essence of love!&lt;br /&gt; Ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing or more in the movie has touched me deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When Holly suddenly let her hand off Gerry (1st time they met and fall in love). Holly said that she didn't want to know his name, didn't want to make any further arrangement, didn't want to continue their talking, and just dissapeared from this man. Freak Uh? This lady crazy in crush, but choose to stay away and run? Stupid!&lt;br /&gt;But. that's very our gender! wakakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When Holly tell the secret's secret to Daniel (he's very confuse of woman being. They are completely messed up, complicated. What is actually woman want?) Holly's answer: Woman actually doesn't know what they want! that's the key&lt;br /&gt;Aha.. once again, it's the bigest secret you man should understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When Holly finally realize her foolish expectation bout being accompanied by Gerry (who has already died..) and she run into her mother and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya... Never expect myself to cry..But it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D U now understand why I cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-3002569162855354102?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/3002569162855354102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=3002569162855354102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/3002569162855354102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/3002569162855354102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-crying-in-theater.html' title='I&apos;M CRYING IN THEATER'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-5603734389834845049</id><published>2008-02-11T00:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:19:31.977+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Rhythm'/><title type='text'>Ini cuman LAGU</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dengarkanlah kasih&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Satu kata yg kuinginkan...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sebab ku tak sanggup membaca matamu... mendengar inginmu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nyanyikanlah kasih&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Satu kata yg kuinginkan...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sebab ku tak sanggup mengartikan rasa ini..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sebab ku meragu, pada dirimu..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mengapa sulit mengaku cinta, padahal ia ada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dalam rinai hujan, dalam terang bulan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juga dalam sedu sedan..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mengapa sulit mengaku cinta padahal ia terasa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dalam rindu dendam.. hening malam..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cinta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terasa ada..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D U KNOW WHO SINGS THIS SONG?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-5603734389834845049?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/5603734389834845049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=5603734389834845049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/5603734389834845049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/5603734389834845049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2008/02/ini-cuman-lagu.html' title='Ini cuman LAGU'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-6876163000713042255</id><published>2008-01-26T15:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:48:03.096+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Rhythm'/><title type='text'>Conquer everything?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Let's open this session with a good song, from Ahmad Dhany arrangement, and Dewi-dewi style.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tatap matamu bagai busur panah... yang kau lepaskan ke jantung hatiku... meski kau simpan, cintamu masih... tetap nafasmu wangi hiasi suasana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;saat kukecup manis bibirmu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cintaku tak harus.. miliki dirimu.. meski perih mengiris.. iris segala Janji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aku berdansa di ujung gelisah... diiringi syahdu lembut lagumu... Kau sebar benih lamun jiwamu... namun kau tiada menuai buah cintaku... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yang ada hanya.. sekuntum rindu.. / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Malam-malam ku bagai malam seribu bintang yang terbentang di angkasa bila kau disini, tuk sekedar menemani tuk melintasi wangi yang slalu tersaji di satu sisi hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Do you see the woman with glasses in right? Hm.. what do you think? I am gonna wearing glasses? No... no.. I am wearing glasses.. but mostly with contact lenses. HEY! that's not the point!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 205px" height="210" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/florish/young-woman-wearing-glasses-portrai.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I feel like I'm facing difficult times recently, esp in facing many people annoying. But what should I do then? Get mad and sigh? Complaining situation and angry all the times? That's not the solution. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Karakter orang emangnya beda2 kan yaaa.. dan my Dad has ever said " Nabi yang super baik aja masi ada yang benci sama dia" So, kita yang sudah berbaik-baik pun gak bisa mengharapkan akan menerima perlakuan balik yang sama. Terus? mosok musti balas dendam cih? Well, i'm not nabi or that perfect human. I'm just someone who try to do the best in everything and breath and act with love. Terlalu hiperbolis? maybe... target memang kadang gak bs smua diterapkan. Teori memang ga smua bs jalan dlm dunia nyata. And what do you learn?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Kenali karakter orang.&lt;/strong&gt; Ada sisi positif, ada sisi negatif. Jangan cuma melulu mikirin sisi negatif dari orang lain. Coba gali dan pelajari sisi positifnya juga. Gunanya apa sih? Ya supaya kita bertahan menghadapi org tersebut. At least, she or he has something good to be learned. At least, he or she is POSITIVE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2&gt; Lebih jauh lagi, &lt;strong&gt;kenali like and dislike orang&lt;/strong&gt;. Kita mungkin akan balik menunjukkan like dan dislike kita secara personal. Tp sekali lagi, menguasai dan dikuasai dlm pergaulan itu hrs seimbang. Means, ga bs kita mlulu yg pengen dimengerti, tp kita jg musti bs menyesuaikan dan mengerti orang lain. Itu strategi. Itu seperti adaptability utk bertahan. Ada saatnya kita mengeluarkan komando, tp ada waktunya kita mengalah. Just find the best timing for everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tulus. Spread the love&lt;/strong&gt;. Kalo cuma mikir untung rugi, guna or gak guna, Yea... kita akan bersikap gak adil sama orang2 yg 'kita pikir' gak ada value addednya. THAT'S ALL WRONG! Seharusnya belajar dari anak2 yang lugu dalam melakukan sesuatu. It's not about gaining something from others, but about spreading love and try to make your surrounding comfortable. And that is what we will give to God, and to any people. Be nice, be kind, be lovely.. Trus gmn klo kita masih jg dpt perlakuan sentimen? Keep nice, keep kind, and conquer the situation!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I choose the title "conquer everything" It's about conquer your problem, conquer situation, with strategy, with briliant ratio, but also with sincerely love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and May God will help. amin. &lt;/p&gt;ps. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I learn so much from many teachers surround me. Thanks all.. thanks God. --- Jimbaran Bali, Saturday afternoon ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/[IMG]http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/florish/young-woman-wearing-glasses-portrai.jpg[/IMG]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-6876163000713042255?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/6876163000713042255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=6876163000713042255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/6876163000713042255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/6876163000713042255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2008/01/conquer.html' title='Conquer everything?'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-4669822647737642050</id><published>2007-12-14T21:18:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:20:10.707+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Rhythm'/><title type='text'>Pergi Cinta</title><content type='html'>Kalo di frendster kukatakan bahwa suasana hatiku digambarkan melalui lagu2 yg aku gandrungi, jujur, skrg aku lg bingung banget milih lagu di winamp. Ganti mlulu dan ga pernah ada yg sreg di telinga (coz biasanya aku bs ulang 1 lagu mpe 20kali, penghayatan.. hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ada satu lagu yg tiba2 pengen aku tulisin liriknya disini, bukan karna cocok sama kejadian hidupku, tp krn.. well.. I dont know I want to dedicate this song to someone.. not now.. but someday.. I will ask you to read it.&lt;br /&gt;(maybe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terlambatku mengartikan cintamu&lt;br /&gt;Kusadari saat kau menjauh...&lt;br /&gt;Terlambatku memenangkan hatimu&lt;br /&gt;Kusadari setelah kau jauh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berat hati menerima kehilanganmu&lt;br /&gt;Lepaskan aku..&lt;br /&gt;Saat kau memilih dirinya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pergi cinta... &lt;/strong&gt;Lupakanlah aku cinta&lt;br /&gt;Kurelakan dia ada di pelukmu..&lt;br /&gt;Pergi cinta... Hapus bayanganku cinta&lt;br /&gt;Kurelakan dia.. cinta&lt;br /&gt;Sampai akhir waktu &lt;br /&gt;Kau kan bersamanya....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee... gw lg banyak mempelajari cara utk survive dlm segala hal. Gak gampang.. berkali2 gw kepentok dan jatoh. Tapi ada satu yg gw kangenin dr semua liku2 yg sedang menghadang gw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw kadang iri ngliat tmn2 gw yg ga perlu ngrasain merantau kayak gw.. yg dr kecil ada di keluarga yg nyaman dan hangat, dipermudah dlm segala hal, dibantu dengan fasilitas2, ditemani, di lindungi, sementara gw mungkin ngrasain hal itu cm skali setaun pas lagi mudik lebaran.&lt;br /&gt;Pfuh...&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gw bangga kok dengan jln yg dipilihkan Tuhan.. artinya, ada maksud dibalik semua pengalaman, ada hikmah dibalik semua kejadian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu lagi miracle yg kadang2 bikin gw bergidik&lt;br /&gt;Gw dr kmrn berharap dengan pasrah supaya laptop gw rusak, n diganti kantor ama yg lebih oke. Tapi gw gak ngrusakin tuh laptop, gak pula gw banting2. Gw cm mngharapkan itu terjadi, tp pasrah aja. &lt;br /&gt;N it happen!&lt;br /&gt;miracle.. semakin membuat gw bersyukur akan kebesaran Tuhan. rahasianya emang cm satu sih dibalik semua doa dan permintaan..&lt;br /&gt;Yang dikabulkan adalah yang diminta dengan pasrah dan iklas&lt;br /&gt;Yang dikabulkan adalah permintaan yg emangnya layak dan siap utk kita dapatkan. Dan alam pikiran manusia ga bs tau itu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-4669822647737642050?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/4669822647737642050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=4669822647737642050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/4669822647737642050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/4669822647737642050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/12/pergi-cinta.html' title='Pergi Cinta'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-5069538593467734695</id><published>2007-10-26T20:00:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:21:08.054+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>Gentle Life for freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/[IMG]http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/florish/images.jpg[/IMG]"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/florish/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gently drink the coffee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee...&lt;br /&gt;D U know what it means with 'gentle'?&lt;br /&gt;It does not always refer to gentleman, or the way man open some doors for woman (aihh come on... itu yg terpatri dlm ingatan masa kecil kami kaum wanita saat dibukakan pintu oleh pria, wow.. gentlemen..hihih)&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I, now, live in a gentle rythmic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba aku merasa semakin mengenalnya... mulai menyentuh jalan pikirannya.&lt;br /&gt;Tidak selalu mulia memang.. tapi, baik, bertanggungjawab, family oriented, pfuh....&lt;br /&gt;Pada saat bersama'an, gw dihadapkan pada kesempatan2 yang 'mungkin' masih seperti membeli kucing dalam karung. U can't see what's hidden inside rite?&lt;br /&gt;Kesejatian itu masih jauh kurengkuh. Aku masih suka kopi yang dingin.. yang membuat mulutku bergidik dan berkulum, yang membuat kerongkonganku tersadar lalu bangkit dari ngantuk dan kelambanan pikiran yg sedang tenggelam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku menjalani kehidupanku sebagai seorang perempuan selama hampir 23 tahun dan aku menyadari segala kelebihan dan daya tarik yang 'kami' kaum ini, miliki.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku juga menyadari segala kelemahan yang dimiliki wanita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk menyerah pada perasaan dan rasa kasihan,&lt;br /&gt;Untuk membantu dan menolong hingga kepayahan&lt;br /&gt;Untuk merawat tanpa memikirkan dirinya sendiri&lt;br /&gt;Untuk mengabdi secara lugu dan...&lt;br /&gt;bodoh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I still freeze all the things that I have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-5069538593467734695?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/5069538593467734695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=5069538593467734695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/5069538593467734695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/5069538593467734695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/10/gentle-life-for-freedom.html' title='Gentle Life for freedom'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-5694410637872882821</id><published>2007-10-17T12:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:22:50.201+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>Frozen Hearted Person</title><content type='html'>Jujur...&lt;br /&gt;gw sedih dee... dan lagu kerispatih ini udah gw ulang lebih dari 20 kali di windowsmediaplayer gw.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jangan lagi… kau sesali.. keputusanku &lt;br /&gt;Ku tak ingin kau semakin kan terluka &lt;br /&gt;Tak ingin ku paksakan cinta ini &lt;br /&gt;Meski tiada sanggup untuk kau terima &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku memang manusia paling berdosa &lt;br /&gt;Khianati rasa demi keinginan semu &lt;br /&gt;Lebih baik jangan mencinta biarku dan semua hatiku &lt;br /&gt;Karna tak kan pernah kau temui cinta sejati &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berakhirlah sudah semua kisah ini dan jangan kau tangisi lagi &lt;br /&gt;Sekali pun aku tak kan pernah mencoba kembali padamu &lt;br /&gt;Sejuta kata maaf terasa kan percuma &lt;br /&gt;Rasaku tlah mati untuk menyadarinya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga saja kan kau dapati hati yang tulus mencintaimu &lt;br /&gt;Tapi bukan aku… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa tiba2 yang terjadi kemarin berulang semua dalam kepalaku seperti rekaman video yang diputar ulang scene per scene?&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa tiba2 aku pengen nangis?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-5694410637872882821?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/5694410637872882821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=5694410637872882821&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/5694410637872882821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/5694410637872882821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/10/frozen-hearted-person.html' title='Frozen Hearted Person'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-1028604525373782310</id><published>2007-10-05T13:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:22:29.769+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thought'/><title type='text'>Choice = Mature</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ketika kita bertemu orang yang tepat untuk di cintai, berada ditempat pada saat yang tepat,&lt;br /&gt;Itu kesempatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kita bertemu dengan seseorangyang membuatmu tertarik.&lt;br /&gt;Itu kesempatan... bukan pilihan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila kita memutuskan untuk mcintai orang tersebut, bahkan dengan segala kekurangannya,&lt;br /&gt;Itu bukan kesempatan... itu adalah pilihan.&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kita memilih bersama dengan seseorang walaupun apapun yang terjadi,&lt;br /&gt;itu adalah pilihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahkan ketika kita menyadari bahwa masih banyak orang lain, yang lebih menarik, lebih pandai, lebih kaya, dan lebih....... dari pasanganmu, dan tetap memilih untuk mencintainya &lt;br /&gt;Itulah pilihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perasaan cinta, simpatik, tertarik...... Datang bagai  kesempatan pada kita.&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi cinta sejati yang abadi.... adalah pilihan yang kita lakukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbicara tentang pasangan jiwa,&lt;br /&gt;Ada suatu kutipan dari film yang mungkin sagat teoat :&lt;br /&gt;" Nasib membawa kita bersama, tetapi tetap bergantung kepada kita bagaimana membuat semuanya berhasil "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi tetap berpulang padamu....&lt;br /&gt;Untuk melakukan pilihan&lt;br /&gt;Apakah engkau ingin melakukan sesuatu untuk mendapatkannya, atau tidak..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita mungkin kebetulan bertemu pasangan jiwa kita...&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi mencintai dan tetap bersama pasangan kiwa kita,adalah pilihan yang harus kita lakukan........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita ada di dunia bukan untuk mencari seseorang yang sempurna untuk di cintai....&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi untuk mencintai orang yang tidak sempurna dengan cara yang sempurna.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesempatan hadir setiap saat dlm kehidupan kita.. sejak muda hingga tua&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sebuah pilihan, hanya bisa diputuskan dengan kesadaran, kedewasaan, dan kebijaksanaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not about finding  the right person, but creating the right relation &lt;br /&gt;It's not how much love you have in the beginning, but how much love you built until the end....."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting above... PASS BANGET DAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-1028604525373782310?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/1028604525373782310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=1028604525373782310&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/1028604525373782310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/1028604525373782310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/10/choice-mature.html' title='Choice = Mature'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-3757018614003594399</id><published>2007-09-24T11:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:26:33.578+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>I'm an awful thinker</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulilah... Jadi ceritanya setelah dr kmrn desperado dengan segala tetek bengek yg menyebalkan, satu2 ada jalan kluarnya. I work on it.. and I wont give up! tapi aku jg 'harusnya' ga boleh ngeluh, means, segala yg jelek2 itu kan sebenernya ada 'pelajaran tersembunyi'nya toh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengalaman berkali kali membuktikan, semakin keras aku berpikir mencari jalan keluar, justru semakin buntu. Tapi saat ada dalam titik kulminasi kepasrahan, tiba-tiba 'bip bip' God create the way to get me out of situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;istilah 'nrimo' itu memang dalem maknanya. Bukan berarti kita nyerah menghadapi masalah, tp menerima hal2 terburuk yg mungkin terjadi sebagai bagian dari sisi humanity yg musti disadari sebagai umatNya. &lt;br /&gt;Roda kehidupan yg berputar itu menempatkanmu di sisi teratas supaya kamu bersyukur atas karuniaNya dan tersenyum membagikan cinta utk orang2 disekelilingmu. Tapi roda itu juga adakalanya menempatkanmu di sisi terbawah supaya kamu 'eling' means sadar bahwa kmu itu have no power buat melawan takdir dan supaya kamu belajar utk empati, simpati dan memahami org lain yg sedang dlm kesulitan. N then of course the way out is always there waiting u to learn sumthing from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such an example... Tadi pagi gw sibuk mikir ttg sesuatu hal, wkt lg di busway. akibatnya? tweng tweeng... halte BI kelewat n gw musti muteeerr jauh mpe harmoni n ngantri berdesal desal n telat deeehh! (itu baru pake baswey yak, untung gw ga bawa mobil, hihihihih)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yipiha yipiheee&lt;br /&gt;Senangnya hatikuuu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-3757018614003594399?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/3757018614003594399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=3757018614003594399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/3757018614003594399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/3757018614003594399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-awful-thinker.html' title='I&apos;m an awful thinker'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-3402989321052291240</id><published>2007-09-22T21:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:26:50.570+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>mikrolet 23</title><content type='html'>tumben..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadi gw dapet mikrolet 23 yang kosong sejahtera... lalu ku duduk di muka, duduk di samping pak supir yang sedang bekerja, mengendali mikrolet supaya baik jalannya.&lt;br /&gt;Yiihhaaa..&lt;br /&gt;Perlu utk diketahui bahwa itu adalah hal langka bahkan bs dikategorikan 'hil yg mustahal' mengingat sudah sejak 1,5 bln aku di jakarta di kos baru ini, dan itu mikrolet selalu penuh. Padahal ongkos yg cm serebu perak itu bener2 mengurangi penderita'anku.&lt;br /&gt;Yihaaa...&lt;br /&gt;senangnya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-3402989321052291240?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/3402989321052291240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=3402989321052291240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/3402989321052291240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/3402989321052291240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/09/mikrolet-23.html' title='mikrolet 23'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-5662918588295731065</id><published>2007-09-20T10:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:28:01.005+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thought'/><title type='text'>Bad Cintapucino</title><content type='html'>Frankly speaking, yang kata tmn2ku baca buku Cintapucino membuatmu tdk bs berhenti sampai halaman terakhir, yg katanya perasa’an begitu ter-eksplor dengan fantasi2 yg ‘cewek banget’, kok gw gak ngrasa gitu yak?&lt;br /&gt;Berangkat dr rasa penasaranku ttg novel itu, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/[IMG]http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/florish/cintapucino.jpg[/IMG]"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 124px; HEIGHT: 157px" height="529" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/florish/cintapucino.jpg" width="343" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah aku begitu terbuai sama soundtractnya dan setelah aku menuntaskan keingintahu'anku akan ceritanya dengan nonton filmnya, kinda trial n error person kali ye, N I dont regret buying the novel for read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my comment bout the novel?&lt;br /&gt;Below average...&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin jg krn ekspektasiku ttg novel itu seharusnya lebih bagus dr filmnya, apalagi dengan iklan 'unconsciusly' from some of my friends, kupikir aku akan membaca sebuah chicklit indonesia (itu istilah promo dr penulisnya) yg bs bikin semangat dunia per'chicklit'an di indonesia. Tapi memang usia wanita antara 20-30 itu penuh liku2 sih ya.. well.. I'm on it. Sangat menarik utk dijadikan setingan cerita cinta.&lt;br /&gt;Kalo dari flow alurnya, well, sangat manusiawi dan penuh kejutan. Obsesi seorang perempuan remaja pada pria tampan di sekolah sepertinya sudah bukan rahasia umum. Mungkin sama saja dengan para cowok2 yang mabuk kepayang pada gadis tercantik di sekolah?&lt;br /&gt;Aku katakan film'nya tidak bagus krn dia merubah banyak isi cerita dan cutting bbrp scene penting. Tapi justru skrg aku menilai filmnya menceritakan makna tersirat secara lebih cerdas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel...,&lt;br /&gt;terlalu lugas. si Icha ini menceritakan detailnya secara sangat lugu dan menurutku kurang menarik. Fira Basuki aja menurutku sudah cukup polos bercerita, tp bahasa yg dia pake tersusun secara cantik. Icha Rahmanti ini, emmm... terlalu banyak menjelaskan tentang istilah (knp g pake footnote aja si?). Bandingin dengan si Dewi Lestari yg bikin bingung pembacanya, but it's such a eccentric way yg kliatan lebih misterius dan menantang untuk terus diikuti. Dialog2nya jg terlalu banyak diulang2.&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya ide cerita yg dia tampilkan cukup mengundang rasa ingin tahu. Fantasi yg dia ceritakan jg menarik dan jujur. But this is about the words that she used, boring for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam film'nya, cukup cerdas menempatkan adegan membuat 'kopi hitam' utk si Raka di awal cerita, dan penonton pun sibuk mencari cari where the cintapucino stands for. Dalam novelnya justru si capucino tdk ditekankan. Icha sibuk menceritakan DC, egocentric Nimo, Cool'nya Raka, dan tempat2 yg mungkin jd perbendahara'an gaulnya selama ini. Mungkin si film punya keterbatasan durasi sehingga perwatakan pemainnya kurang tereksplor. Tapi tetep, LEBIH BAGUS perwatakan di film drpd yg kubaca di novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I hope for the next 'Chicklit Indonesia' yang mungkin tdk perlu terlalu berat for being clasified as 'Novel Sastra', tp jg tidak malu2in dan cukup sekelas dengan chicklit yg asli. Ringan, menarik, tapi menyentuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-5662918588295731065?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/5662918588295731065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=5662918588295731065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/5662918588295731065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/5662918588295731065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/09/bad-cintapucino.html' title='Bad Cintapucino'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-3133590873711997076</id><published>2007-09-13T09:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:29:23.621+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Rhythm'/><title type='text'>Selamanya Cinta</title><content type='html'>Taken from original soundtract Cintapucinno, a very sweet song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been falling in love with this song since I heard it from 1st time. After seeing the movie, more I become crazy bout this song coz it's filled by such a romantic sense of the story.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, that movie isn't good. Maybe the story's quite famous (never read it, only heard from a friend), but the way they make it into a movie is very bad. They cut the important scene that make me confuse bout such a decission. How come a woman prefer to choose a guy from the past that comes incidentally, more than her nice boyfriend that has planned a wedding party? Foolish game..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selamanya Cinta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di kala hati resah.... Sribu ragu datang memaksa ku &lt;br /&gt;Rindu smakin menyerang... &lt;br /&gt;Kalaulah aku dapat membaca pikiranmu... Dengan sayap pengharapan ku &lt;br /&gt;ingin terbang jauh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biar awan pun gelisah... Daun-daun jatuh berguguran &lt;br /&gt;Namun cintamu kasih terbit laksana bintang... Yang bersinar cerah menerangi jiwaku &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andaikan ku dapat mengungkapkan perasaanku &lt;br /&gt;Hingga membuat kau percaya &lt;br /&gt;Akan ku berikan seutuhnya rasa cintaku &lt;br /&gt;Selamanya, selamanya &lt;br /&gt;(Rasa cinta yang tulus dari dasar lubuk hatiku) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw lg males berurusan dengan cinta dan segala tetekbengeknya. gw cukup dengan ngeliat tmn2 gw lg bego gara2 cinta.&lt;br /&gt;CAAAPPEEEE deeehhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-3133590873711997076?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/3133590873711997076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=3133590873711997076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/3133590873711997076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/3133590873711997076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/09/selamanya-cinta.html' title='Selamanya Cinta'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-2919662129946676912</id><published>2007-09-12T08:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:38:22.558+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>Today I wear RED! (symbolist..)</title><content type='html'>Actually my outfit today is exactly red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seeing the tittle above, I force myself to wear red today.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is bad, today is bad. Well, this is not kind of complaining or regreting feeling, coz I have promised to myself not to quit from this situation, till my goal could be achieved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iklas.. iklas.. iklas... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to repeat that word to get calm.&lt;br /&gt;My complicated world is ruined. Friendship, relationship, family, working season, living place, ahhhhh.. WHAT CAN BE WORSE THAN THIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shall too pass&lt;br /&gt;I will face these all, with bravery, with strugling mode, with RED spirit&lt;br /&gt;with love...&lt;br /&gt;with smile..&lt;br /&gt;with resignation...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-2919662129946676912?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/2919662129946676912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=2919662129946676912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/2919662129946676912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/2919662129946676912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-i-wear-red-symbolist.html' title='Today I wear RED! (symbolist..)'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-4995636830319792325</id><published>2007-09-03T20:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:38:54.190+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>Another Decision?</title><content type='html'>Yang tidak berani mengambil keputusan, yang ragu melangkah, yang takut menghadapi resiko dan keluar dari zone nyaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not yet in comfort zone anyway..&lt;br /&gt;Jadi kuputuskan utk keluar!&lt;br /&gt;Aku rasa aku cukup independen untuk bisa bahagia sendiri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U're scared flo, aren't U?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do,&lt;br /&gt;tapi masih ada sumber2 energi lain yg pasti bisa membuatku tersenyum kala duka melanda. Masih ada Tuhan yang menyayangiku dan yang akan menemaniku setiap waktu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Tuhan... kuatkan aku....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-4995636830319792325?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/4995636830319792325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=4995636830319792325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/4995636830319792325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/4995636830319792325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-decision.html' title='Another Decision?'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-1198108150487584021</id><published>2007-09-01T19:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:33:16.798+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>Insight Update</title><content type='html'>Haruskah belajar menghadapi ini semua? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari semalem, setelah emosi begitu bergejolak, hati begitu bersedih dan badan begitu capek, aku terbangun dini sekali lalu menyelesaikan kewajibanku setengah terkantuk setengah berpikir. &lt;br /&gt;Sepertinya kemudian ada yg membisikkan dalam telinga: "just rilex and enjoy your day.. u can consider such a matter with ur own choice, easy or difficult. But then, the easy going one will be easier to be happy" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu aku mencoba melepaskan pikiran2 jelekku dan berkata pd diri sendiri bahwa pun hal terburuk akan terjadi, aku tdk akan terpengaruh. Aku akan tetap punya cara2 terbaik utk menghibur diriku sendiri dan membuat hidup lebih berharga utk dinikmati. Tuhan adalah yg akan menemani dan menyayangi dan kebahagiaanmu bukan bersumber hanya dari sebuah, seorang, seekor atau sebentuk kecil tak berarti itu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear dee.. &lt;br /&gt;Dia blm berhenti manggil sebutan sayang di masa lalu. Pengennn banget rasanya menghardik lagi dan melarangnya sertamerta. Tp itu sudah pernah kulakukan, dan hasilnya nihil. Aku nggak tega. Maaf... Aku nggak bisa mewujudkan keinginanmu. Walaupun kuakui kau pernah mengisi salah satu lembar diaryku dan menjadi bagian hati yg membentuk emosi. Keputusan yg sudah dipikirkan matang dan kupertimbangkan berhari2, artinya sudah tak semudah membalik telapak tangan utk menarik kembali. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian dia yg lain.. &lt;br /&gt;Aku memilih utk tdk lagi berpusing dengan dirinya, tp lebih kepada bagaimana aku akan bersikap. Mungkin lebih baik mencoba belajar menghadapinya, mengenal, dan mendewasakan diriku sendiri. Sebuah pengorbanan cinta? I dont think so..&lt;br /&gt;Yang pasti, aku belajar utk tenang manakala sebuah perasaan buruk kembali menyerang. Kadang2 kupikir itu diperlukan utk mempersiapkan menghadapi hal jelek, istilahku: berhati-hati. Tapi apakah ada gunanya? Apakah kemudian menyelesaikan masalah?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya tidak yakin akan jalan mana yg akan kupilih. Sehingga mengambil keputusan yg tergesa jg bukan hal bijaksana. Aku hanya akan terus melangkah tenang, mantap, dan berhati-hati. Selalu membuka pintu-pintu kesempatan dan tidak menutup hatiku. Pun ada hal2 buruk yg menyerang, itu bukan lagi wilayah kekuasaanku. Itu adalah pelajaran yang Tuhan kirimkan utkku belajar menghadapi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mencoba tenang, melepaskan.. dan tidak berharap. &lt;br /&gt;May God bless then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-1198108150487584021?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/1198108150487584021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=1198108150487584021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/1198108150487584021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/1198108150487584021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/09/insight-update.html' title='Insight Update'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-3917466855747756146</id><published>2007-08-27T22:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:31:58.449+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>cuma PMS?</title><content type='html'>Aku inget terakhir kali aku PMS dan akhirnya membuat segalanya berantakan. Aku inget waktu itu dapet feeling yg gak enak dan ternyata jadi kenyataan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear dee,,,&lt;br /&gt;Sumpaahhh gw takut hal yg sama terulang lagi. Gw terlalu paranoid utk ada dlm keadaan yg sama, mengulang kesalahan yg sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just like a little bird&lt;br /&gt;Fly over the sky, through the wind, &lt;br /&gt;to find trees&lt;br /&gt;I go somewhere, and look at my down&lt;br /&gt;I've been flying so high that I become so afraid to fall&lt;br /&gt;I dont know where to rest&lt;br /&gt;I dont know which way to choose&lt;br /&gt;Little bird is tired with these.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-3917466855747756146?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/3917466855747756146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=3917466855747756146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/3917466855747756146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/3917466855747756146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/08/cuma-pms.html' title='cuma PMS?'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-258323867794212347</id><published>2007-08-20T21:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:30:45.513+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thought'/><title type='text'>Obat bius</title><content type='html'>hanya kiasan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau mencinta itu bisa membuatmu bersemangat, maka fungsinya jadi seperti &lt;strong&gt;cafeine &lt;/strong&gt;di pagi hari yang menghilangkan ngantukmu&lt;br /&gt;Kalau mencinta itu bisa membuatmu melamun sepanjang hari, maka fungsinya jadi seperti &lt;strong&gt;aroma terapi&lt;/strong&gt;, dihirup utk memberimu sensasi-sensasi&lt;br /&gt;Kalau mencinta itu bisa membuatmu tidak lagi egois, maka fungsinya jadi seperti &lt;strong&gt;doa suci Yang Kuasa&lt;/strong&gt;, rela berkorban&lt;br /&gt;Kalau mencinta itu bisa membuatmu kecanduan dan tak bisa lepas darinya, maka fungsinya jadi seperti &lt;strong&gt;narkotika&lt;/strong&gt;, tak pernah puas dan lagi.. dan lagi..&lt;br /&gt;Lebih parahnya,&lt;br /&gt;Narkotika jadi merusak sel-sel syaraf dalam tubuhmu&lt;br /&gt;Menyedot energimu dan selalu membiusmu!&lt;br /&gt;Membuatmu melayang-layang tak berguna&lt;br /&gt;Dan akhirnya saat obat itu 'menagih', Kau sakaw. Kejang, sakit, menderita..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa harus mencinta kalau harus menderita?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-258323867794212347?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/258323867794212347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=258323867794212347&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/258323867794212347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/258323867794212347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/08/obat-bius.html' title='Obat bius'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-3491087118354470318</id><published>2007-08-11T21:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:31:22.871+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>Orientasi</title><content type='html'>gw inget... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu masanya orientasi mahasiswa baru di kampus, celingakcelinguk.. bego banget.. ga punya tmn n berusaha tepe teka. kekekeke.. Terus sok2an kenalan sana sini (padahal nama sang teman hanya akan diingat 1 menit, setelah itu besoknya lupa lagi). Truss.. dikasi tugas bejibun, ngrasa menderita dan tertekan.. takut dihukum, takut gagal, ngantuk melulu tiap ada sambutan membosankan, takut ketinggalan informasi walaupun secuil, makanya kudu buka telinga n mata lebar2 walaupun semalem begadang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya ya yaaa.. &lt;br /&gt;Sekarang sih gak segitu-gitunya amat. But i feel like I'm AGAIN in a LIFE orientation. As ussual.. feeling alone in new place and try to conquer that scary scene. Tapi pastinya, klo diingat2 jaman dulu itu, cuman satu kalimat: "Bego banget ya gw dulu?"&lt;br /&gt;Emangnya skrg pinter? kekekeke.. Aku berani bilang LEBIH pinter, tp nanti di masa depan, titik momen ini pun akan kukatakan bego. Kesimpulannya, kita gak pernah bs pinter, tp HARUS terus berusaha lebih pinter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal2 yg harus terus digali dan dicari jalan terbaiknya. Gak melulu harus yg gede2 (considering the perfectionist side kali yeee), hal2 simpel pun gak luput dr perhatianku buat di-orientasi, such as, errr... penentuan posisi yg paling pas di busway. &lt;em&gt;Kalo lu ga mau terlontar kesana kemari saat berdiri di busway, cari posisi bersandar pada tiang siku yg di deket pintu, ato merapat ke pintu sebelah yg tdk terbuka. Lalu berdirilah dengan kaki sedikit dibuka demi menjaga keseimbangan. Lindungi bagian2 penting karena lu ga akan pernah tau kapan si busway ngerem mendadak dan melemparkanmu ke orang2 disekitarmu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehe.................&lt;br /&gt;PENTING GAK SIIH???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway by the way bas wey... (kkeekke.. bahasa nyaaaa tollong ya)&lt;br /&gt;aku lg berusaha nurunin kadar skeptis gw yg bikin gw slalu curiga'an ama orla. &lt;br /&gt;Waspada itu perlu. Tapi berlebihan menganalisa dan berpikir, bikin capek diri loe sendiri. TRY TO BE BALANCE...&lt;br /&gt;Yang loe lakukan dan yg ada di hati loe jg perlu di balance. sikap boleh 100%, tapi hati, jangan 100% (ini susah lo mbak.. piye toh??) again, TRY TO BE BALANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganbate lah pokognyah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-3491087118354470318?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/3491087118354470318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=3491087118354470318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/3491087118354470318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/3491087118354470318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/08/orientasi.html' title='Orientasi'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-5558193950321441257</id><published>2007-07-22T17:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:52:44.619+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>Dan-Dan</title><content type='html'>a make-up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw pengen jujur aja bahwa akhir2 ini... gw sedang bertarung dengan kesedihan gw.. conquer my sadness, deeply. And gw sibuk.&lt;br /&gt;Gw sibuk nge-dandanin motor gw...&lt;br /&gt;Gw sibuk nge-dandanin diri gw sendiri...&lt;br /&gt;Gw sibuk nge-dandanin daily life gw nantinya, dengan segala pernakpernik yg biasanya gw tata sedemikian rupa supaya sempurna (aasssh cUIIh....!)&lt;br /&gt;Gw sibuk nge-dandanin kerja'an gw di kantor spy gak berantakan nantinya&lt;br /&gt;Gw sibuk nge-dandanin relationship gw &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last part has already made me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Relationship is the most important for me, and dealing with people that I love, or.. I used to love, ah come on.. pleaseeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Bos gw yg kadang2 masih mrengut2 gak jelas..&lt;br /&gt;Temen2 kantor yg biasa kerja brg jg kadang nyindir2 gak jelas..&lt;br /&gt;Temen2 kos..&lt;br /&gt;Dan etsetraaaa etsetraaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemarin bahkan gw menolak ajakan hang out trakhir yg diada'in ama MT baru di kantor sblm mreka smua pada kena shift. I never do that.. refuse to join a fun thing, WHY??&lt;br /&gt;coz I am gonna get sad Dee...&lt;br /&gt;Semakin lama semakin terasa menyenangkan.. orang2 yg meminta gw untuk tetep tinggal disini.. well, maybe just a polite request or basabasi ya.. but.. still make me feel a lil regret.&lt;br /&gt;Only a little kok dee.. don't worry. This path has already setled, and I am ready to walk. That's the sacrifice I take, and I will kiss the risk behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagu Agnes Monica gak sengaja gw denger tadi di bis 121. Passssss banget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bukannya aku tak tau.. Kau sudah ada yang punya&lt;br /&gt;Dan kau pun bisikkan cinta... Ku tau engkau berdusta&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ku tak mau mengerti, selama kau masih bersamaku...&lt;br /&gt;Karena ku suka.. ku butuh.. cinta yang pernah hilang dariku&lt;br /&gt;Cinta ini..kadang-kadang tak ada logika, berisi smua rasa dalam hati&lt;br /&gt;Hanya untuk dapat memiliki.. dirimu hanya untuk sesaat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akankah hanya sesaat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-5558193950321441257?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/5558193950321441257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=5558193950321441257&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/5558193950321441257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/5558193950321441257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/07/dan-dan.html' title='Dan-Dan'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-1405518678474776298</id><published>2007-07-11T19:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:31:58.450+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>Missing Them Already</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;- Sebuah Pengakuan -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo boleh jujur... &lt;br /&gt;Ada sedikit ketakutan meninggalkan segala yg telah kumiliki. Well, considering it kinda life stage, but then, I'm afraid of anything. I really dont have any idea is it a good signal or a bad one, but then.. I have to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/[IMG]http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/florish/mP10.jpg[/IMG]"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="309" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/florish/MP10.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's picture above, some managers and friends from my dept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh..Today, my bapak Rumania is leaving, back to his country, and a new one has come to replace his position. We held a lil farewell in his room, a lil gift, and.. I already miss him.. A good coach, a good sociable person, perfect daddy (for his sons maybe? =p). &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel very terible to leave these all...&lt;br /&gt;After this, I am not gonna loose him, but also her, her, and her.. him, him, and him. I dont want to mention names... Coz it will make me remember them more.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-1405518678474776298?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/1405518678474776298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=1405518678474776298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/1405518678474776298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/1405518678474776298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/07/missing-them-already.html' title='Missing Them Already'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-3222248511536023245</id><published>2007-07-05T08:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:53:02.171+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Rhythm'/><title type='text'>God help me, maybe ya?</title><content type='html'>Sorry.. sorry.. I know it shouldn't be such a question, coz God will always give help (and problem also, I guess.. =p). But it's kinda exciting time yesterday where I couldn't stop smiling and joking and laughing. For almost a month, My sleep, my meal, my entirely time are not good. Thinking, analyzing, estimating, *halagh* &lt;br /&gt;The situation that we couldnt predict at all. And I spent to predict the worst thing. Become very nervous, afraid, and worry bout what others will do.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God..&lt;br /&gt;That's the only thing I can say bout today.&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to find the possibility that could be happen to me. and the best possibility has occured.&lt;br /&gt;Still there are some problems to be handled, but the biggest part has been passed! &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm ready with my path, to walk over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe God help me ya? OF COURSE!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;aaaaaaaahh... it's my deep and looonggg breath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I forget to say my prayers&lt;br /&gt;The devil jumps with glee&lt;br /&gt;But he feels so awful awful&lt;br /&gt;When he sees me on my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you feel of trouble&lt;br /&gt;And you never seem to move&lt;br /&gt;Just open up your heart and &lt;br /&gt;let the sun shine in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-3222248511536023245?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/3222248511536023245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=3222248511536023245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/3222248511536023245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/3222248511536023245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/07/god-help-me-maybe-ya.html' title='God help me, maybe ya?'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-223252517836615993</id><published>2007-07-02T08:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:31:22.871+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>Me-Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Writen on Saturday, June 30, 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I wake up with no specific plan.&lt;br /&gt;Kalo Cosmopolers itu dibilangnya "Me-Time", waktu buat diri sendiri, far away from anybody else secara lately tiap weekend adddaaakk aja yg bikin aku harus deal with 'orang laen'. Frankly, it's not kinda annoying time... but then, please, let me have one day free!&lt;br /&gt;Suruhan buat lembur kudelegasikan ama si J. gw dah gak trtarik lg nambah gaji lewat uang lembur weekend (though.. bntar lg gw kayaknya musti jadi'in overtime payment as ladang uang, hehe) Minggu2 terakhir disini, gw pengen banyakin wkt refresh lah. Terserah kata tmn2 kuliah gw bahwa 'kerja itu utk memupuk kemakmuran hingga ke tingkat optimum' atau bahwa 'kita musti terus menerus kumpulin pundi2 uang' AAaahh come on... kerja buat gw itu buat afford safety life, buat membuat hidup loe lebih berharga. Money can buy many things, but NOT EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan gw pun 'nyalon' di tempat yg lumayan jauh. Banyak yg pada takut buat pegi2 n ngelewatin kemacetan yg sedang melanda jalan Jababeka-Lippo. But, I take that risk. Siap dengan jaket, sarung tangan, masker, gw pergi menghadapi truk2 container yg ban'nya doank udah setinggi gw. Yang penting sih jangan pake high heel aja. Bisa pegel bo! Namanya macet klo pake mobil aja pegel krn maen kaki mulu pan? Tapi lebih pegel lg klo pake motor coz kaki bukan cm dimaenin tp jg buat nyandar. Mo pake high heel?? Cepppeek deeeeeeeee =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus... tau2 sore n gw tiba2 laper n ngeliat si 'Bengawan Solo', slurrp slurrp.. pengen aaahh. Asking for a very light coffee (secara sbrnnya maag gw tdk mengijinkan adanya kontaminasi kopi di perut gw), eeeehh kok gw pengen yg judulnya 'Choco Cookies Coffee'. Sounds good? Setaun kerja di pabrik biskuit ternyata gak ngilangin hasrat gw ama cookies. Walaupunn... mungkin dah 1/2 taun ini gw ga perna lagi sudi makan segala oreo dan ritz dan chips ahoy. Okay, order one then.&lt;br /&gt;Beneran slurp, n gw nikmati whip creamnya dulu. &lt;br /&gt;Ettss... tiba2 kok curious ya liat komposisi si kopi. Nanyalah gw ama masnya.&lt;br /&gt;"Mas mas.. ini pake cookies diblender kan?"&lt;br /&gt;"Iya Mbak"&lt;br /&gt;"Eee... cookiesnya apa Mas?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oreo Mbak"&lt;br /&gt;JEGHEERRR!!! gw jauh2 ngopi, cuman buat minum kopi yg dicampur OREEOOO???? hwaakakakakka.. geblek!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, cikarang oh cikarang... Gw bakal ngangenin loe deh. &lt;br /&gt;Pastinya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-223252517836615993?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/223252517836615993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=223252517836615993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/223252517836615993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/223252517836615993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/07/me-time.html' title='Me-Time'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-8338954162516558859</id><published>2007-06-25T17:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:07:47.985+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>Evil I'm in Love</title><content type='html'>Dear Dee..&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini kepalaku agak 'nggliyeng' kalo istilah jawanya. Dan gw ke klinik n menemukan tekanan darahku dibawah normal. Well then, I still make suggestion that I'm gonna be allrite dan gak bakalan pengsan kayak dulu. Go for it flo! I know you can!&lt;br /&gt;well well well.. sebenernya tanda2nya dah dari sejak seminggu ini. Pikiran dan emosiku dipaksa bekerja diluar batas kemampuan, dimana hasilnya biasanya psikosomatis. Self-recognition itu yg bikin aku berhati2. Aku gak mau sakit dee.. Yeah, that was me yg secapek apapun, dimana tenaga udah over-utilized pun tak mengapa, asalkan emosi n pikiran tetap dimanage dengan baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee.. jujur.. gw emang lg berattt banget menghadapi esok hari. Hari dimana gw musti ngelewatin saat2 sensitif seperti ini. Semakin hari gw makin merasa seperti &lt;strong&gt;such an evil&lt;/strong&gt; yg siap melancarkan serangan.&lt;br /&gt;Serangan terhadap orang2 yang gw cinta.. yg gw sayang..&lt;br /&gt;Gw egois ya dee?&lt;br /&gt;Aseli gw gak tega!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagunya peterpan pun jadi soundtrack yg 'njeglek'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus melangkah melupakanmu..Belah hati perhatikan sikapmu...Jalan pikiranmu buatku ragu...Tak mungkin ini tetap bertahan&lt;br /&gt;Perlahan mimpi terasa mengganggu ...Kucoba untuk terus menjauh... Perlahan hatiku terbelengu... Kucoba untuk lanjutkan hidup&lt;br /&gt;Engkau bukanlah Segalaku.. Bukan tempat tuk hentikan langkahkuUsai sudah semua berlalu... Biar hujan menghapus jejakmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee... gw sadar gw harus ngerubah habit gw. bahwa gw ga bisa satisfy semua orang kan? Bokap ngingetin hal itu kmaren per telepon "Nabi yang super baik aja, tetep ada yg benci!" That's life.. I know that.. Bahkan aku harusnya sedikit punya self-protection supaya tidak merelakan diri sendiri yg kena senjata.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi Dee... si satu sisi.. tiba saat harus mengarahkan senjata itu jauh dariku, aku harus mengarahkannya pada orang lain, dan aku jadi 'nggliyeng'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw pengen nangis dan mengucap maaf&lt;br /&gt;Tapi apakah itu cukup?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-8338954162516558859?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/8338954162516558859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=8338954162516558859&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/8338954162516558859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/8338954162516558859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/06/evil-im-in-love.html' title='Evil I&apos;m in Love'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-6978578934011827384</id><published>2007-06-19T18:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:20:53.213+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>Let the NAIVE go....</title><content type='html'>Melepaskan kesenangan jangka pendek demi kebahagiaan jangka panjang.&lt;br /&gt;That's not easy anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berhari2 ini memang penuh warna dalam hidupku. Thanks God for that.. though the color is not always bright and shiny, but also dark and full of shadow.&lt;br /&gt;Mengutip kata dari seorang teman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Berjalan memang harus hati-hati. Kita tidak pernah tahu pasti mana lubang, dan mana bukan lubang. Saat terjatuh dalam lubang, kita harus bangkit lagi dan berjalan lagi, dan jatuh lagi, dan bangkit lagi. Jatuh memang sakit.. Berusaha utk tidak jatuh memang perlu.. Tapi bukan berarti aku tidak berani melangkah krn takut jatuh. Justru semua pengalaman2 itu jadi pelajaran supaya kita lebih jitu memilih jalanan yg baik. But then.. kalo memang akhirnya jatuh lagi, at least.. kita tahu bagaimana cara jatuh yg paling baik, dan bagaimana caranya bangun lagi."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin aku merasa perfeksionis.. sehingga saat jatuh, bukan hanya sakit, tapi malu yg berkepanjangan, dan kebodohan yg disesali berhari2. It's not a good idea anyway...&lt;br /&gt;JATUHLAH karena memang kamu hanya seorang hamba Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;JATUHLAH karena memang didalam lubang itu banyak kebijaksanaan yg dipersiapkan untukmu&lt;br /&gt;JATUHLAH untuk membuatmu lebih manusiawi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku kembali terjatuh setelah bermimpi..Jiwa pemberontak dalam diri ini memang tidak pernah terwujud nyata, tp terucap jelas lewat mimpi2 di malam hari. Aku mengagumi hal-hal itu..Tapi tiba saatnya Tuhan menyadarkan aku lagi. IT'S NOT MY WAY! MY DREAM IS ONLY A DREAM THAT MIGHT NOT SUIT WITH ME.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know exactly what best for me.. tp dari segala ramuan pengalaman dan pengenalan diri sendiri..&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini&lt;br /&gt;Aku memutuskan melepaskan kesenangan jangka pendek&lt;br /&gt;Demi kebahagiaan jangka panjang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a right decission? dont know either.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure with my own way.&lt;br /&gt;my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-6978578934011827384?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/6978578934011827384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=6978578934011827384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/6978578934011827384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/6978578934011827384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/06/let-naive-go.html' title='Let the NAIVE go....'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-4391446774782928431</id><published>2007-06-17T12:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:07:47.985+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>GebL3kK</title><content type='html'>I spell the word above by 'e' in enak, so try it: geebllekk..., comes from indonesian word means stupid (or... javanese ya?) and that's WHAT I AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately mine is not mine..&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, my time, my energy do not belong to me. Means... yea kayaknya emang waktu buat diri sendiri tiba2 disabotase pihak2 laen.&lt;br /&gt;Well well well... Aku mencoba men-set pikiran ini secara logis.&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa pilihanku seperti ini? That's because I have no others choice. I used to choose among many choices, and when I found it to be wrong, I feel so regret. Sekarang aku gak punya alasan buat regret karna yaaa ini the best yg ada kan?&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa aku mau? Ya karena terasa menyenangkan. I take an advantage from everything that happen and I NEED IT! I used to sacrifice my time to things that dont deserve, and when I found it to be wrong, I loose.. and I am sad. Sekarang aku gak punya alasan buat loose karna aku butuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gebleg... aku emang geblek.... or lebih kasar lagi, GUOBLOKK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku capek bermain, tapi pada saat bersamaan aku takut melangkah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-4391446774782928431?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/4391446774782928431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=4391446774782928431&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/4391446774782928431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/4391446774782928431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/06/gebl3kk.html' title='GebL3kK'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-7883596476138315272</id><published>2007-05-22T21:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:12:45.212+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>Feel free for fun</title><content type='html'>Apa sih bedanya Rendevouz, Nostalgila n Napak Tilas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang pasti, Liburan kmaren agak ngebuka 'sesuatu' yg ter-covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt;, bout being sentimentil. It's all stupid actually to let yourself drawn in such a feeling that could be understand. Confused bout your way? your emotion? Ah come on.. Gw jd agak bertrima kasih ama cowok di 121 itu (walaupun.. tertitip juga makian buat dia "what d U think U are??? heelloooo??? malu2in almamater ajah"). But it's true.. the connection, strange uh? Nope.. it's about your type, your choose, your preference, your desire, and above all those criterias, IT'S ONLY ABOUT TIME!  Nyadarin itu, gw jd merasa lebih bebas, karna pada kenyata'annya, memang ikatan2 itu semu kan? itu bukan FIRASAT, bukan juga SACRIFICE, itu cuma realita, logika, yg kemudian terbungkus rapi dlm feeling, lalu kmu sebut apa? cinta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;second, &lt;/strong&gt;bout the magic of Jogja. hehehe.. kadang2 gw mikir, ini kota kagak ada apa2nya sebenernya dibandingin kota2 besar laen. Mo ngomongin kualitas makanan? yea... selaen bakpianya dan gudegnya, nothing special lah (bahkan cenderung kualitas mahasiswa lah).  Tapi kmrn gw wisata kuliner dsana dan puwas! Pak Bondan jg kalah kale, MAK NYUS! lagi2 ga bs dikatakan 'enak' tp aku berujar 'sedap'. Can't u feel the different? the smell of Jogja, the magic.  The soul that makes you back, over and over. Dan itu berlaku jg buat tempat2 tertentu yg 'ndeso' tp akrab. The friends.. the people.. dan kita pun terbawa. Salah satu scene yg kmudian gw bandingin ama di Jakarta. Seorang tukang parkir bilang padaku "Mbak, kok ga pake helm standard sih? nanti kena razia lho". Kalau kejadian itu di Jakarta, paling2 aku hanya tersenyum sedikit, lalu bilang "oh.. iya", dan ngacir pergi. Cuek. Tapi di Jogja kemaren, aku malah jd nanya2 sama tukang parkir itu, "Wah, disini gitu ya Pak sekarang? kira2 dimana aja tuh daerah razianya? Tapi saya gak lewat lampu merah kok Pak, mudah2an gak kena razia ya" blabalbala, dan seterusnya. Lalu diakhiri dengan si bapak tua itu mengingatkan "Ya Mbak.. lain kali pake helm standar ya", dan gw tersenyum mengangguk sambil ngacir.&lt;br /&gt;D u feel the different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;third&lt;/strong&gt;, bout my life stage. Kadang klo gw compare ama tmn2 gw kmaren disana, ngiri bo! masih bisa bebas bermain kesana kemari, ngabisin waktu bernarsis ria, dengerin semua lagu, nonton semua film, baca semua buku, be'gaul, aaaaaaaa... gw gak isa gitu2 lagi.. Means... yea, waktuku skrg terbatas. Tapi, realizing that this is chance. Ini keputusanku buat ngambil langkah seperti ini. Bokap pernah komentarin "Beban ya? Kamu sih.. dibilangin ga mau.. Padahal sbnrnya kmu ini kan masih tanggungan Papa".  Gw sempet kaget dee wkt babe ngomong begitu. Is it too fast? Well well well.. kadang bingung jg sih mau set standard seperti apa. Semula aku jg ga perna nyangka akan ninggalin masa mahasiswaku secepat ini dan kemudian menyandang status 'pekerja'. But then, feel free for fun! mau dibelengu kayak apapun waktuku, mau diikat kayak apapun skill-ku, aku tetepp.. seorang flo, and just flo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-7883596476138315272?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/7883596476138315272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=7883596476138315272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/7883596476138315272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/7883596476138315272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/05/feel-free-for-fun.html' title='Feel free for fun'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-7947723471029695680</id><published>2007-04-27T19:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:23:59.828+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Rhythm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>Dengan segala Romansa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Embun di pagi buta.. menebarkan sejuk pagi.. detik demi detik ku ingin.. inikah saat ku pergi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Tuhan tolonglah dia.. berikanlah aku hidup.. Tak kan kusakiti dia.. hukum aku bila terjadi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku tak mudah.. untuk mencintai.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku tak mudah.. mengaku ku cinta..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku tak mudah.. mengatakan.. aku jatuh cinta..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di dadaku.. hanya untuk cinta.. Tirakatku hanya untuk engkau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tiada dusta.. sumpah ku cinta.. Sampai ku menutup mata...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/[IMG]http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/florish/PP.jpg[/IMG]"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 156px; HEIGHT: 212px" height="309" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/florish/PP.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dengan segala romansa.. apakah itu cinta? Dengan segala kerasnya hidup dan pengalaman, sanggupkah romansa berdiri tulus tanpa dihujani keterbatasan manusia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dengan segala romansa.. dimanakah kamu berdiri? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bagaimana cermin menggambarkan rupa dan hatimu? Bagaimana sore menenggelamkan cahayamu sedikit demi sedikit? Bagaimana tuntutan norma layaknya debu yg melahirkan polusi-polusi batin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dengan segala romansa.. Dimanakah nurani bergayut manja meregang kekakuan sejenak? Dimanakah ada pagi sejuk dan bersihnya udara? Dimanakah pengertian dalam dibalik tembok pengorbanan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku rindu keterbuka'an.. keluguan.. dan nyamannya percaya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dengan segala romansa... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku ingat mama..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/17101781-7947723471029695680?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/7947723471029695680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=7947723471029695680&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/7947723471029695680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/7947723471029695680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/04/dengan-segala-romansa.html' title='Dengan segala Romansa'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-7215612998454307901</id><published>2007-04-23T22:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:08:37.932+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>Mimpi</title><content type='html'>Semalem aku mimpi nangis... sesenggukan.. dan rasanya di hati ini kecewaaaa banget. Sedih banget. Baru waktu bangun, aku sadar itu cuman mimpi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear D...,&lt;br /&gt;let me admit to you now.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin aku berusaha menetralkan perasaanku sendiri, menentramkan jiwa, dan lalu berpikir rasional. Aku berusaha tidak khawatir, tdk skeptis, berpikir positif, dan lalu menerima resiko yg mungkin terjadi.. Well.. maybe it's work. means.. nobody's hurt&lt;br /&gt;Tapi dlm alam bwh sadarku.. mungkin memang aku sedih, sekaligus takut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Good please help me... please don't let me be sad like this.. please make me brave to face this..&lt;br /&gt;Please whispering to my ear, please showing to my eyes, and let me feel that everything's just gonna be allrite..&lt;br /&gt;dan ketakutan2ku... semoga jd sesuatu yg terus membuatku meng'hamba padaMu.. tak lupa bersujud dan bersungkur mohon ampun bahwa tak ada yg bs menandingi kekuasa'anMu..&lt;br /&gt;semoga aku kuat pun bila semua kekhawatiranku jadi nyata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-7215612998454307901?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/7215612998454307901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=7215612998454307901&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/7215612998454307901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/7215612998454307901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/04/mimpi.html' title='Mimpi'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-7408573805552595423</id><published>2007-04-17T20:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:07:47.986+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>melow lagi deh</title><content type='html'>dEAR DEEE...&lt;br /&gt;arGGGHHhhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For almost these one month I feel that I've been success to forget the sadness and shadow that haunted me. I feel like I've found many new places, new heart, new people, new games just trying to keep thinking bout my own problem. Bahkan minggu lalu aku speechless saat ada piano di depanku dan bahkan gak satu lagu pun yg bs kunyanyikan. Different with previous that I could spend even 2hours sitting and singing melancolic song (let's consider that sad songs are easier to play with piano, while happy song need drum,etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan lagu2 tompi pun mulai jadi favorit yg diulang2 mlulu di mp3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bukan hanya sekali kau salah memanggil namaku, ouw ouw baby....kau panggil aku dengan nama Ramli, padahal kau tau namaku si Tompi...Begitu ku tanya apa alasanmu, kau bilang kau baru saja nonton tivi.... ada film baru dari negri malaysia, pemerannya mirip sekali dengan ku....... Dulu kupercaya begitu saja, pada dirimu.. ouwo uwo..&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang baru kusadari aku tertipu, uuu..uu..terrnyata bukan hanya aku foto di dompetmu.... kau juga berkata yang sama pada si Ramli, ataupun si Joni....Dia dapat pipi yang kiri, aku pipi kanan, sisanya hanya dapat dahi&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak mau mencintaimu, Aku tak mau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;===========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inilah cerita tragis cintaku.. tentang si Lulu pacarku yang dulu.....Sering aku mati dalam cemburu.. dia bercinta dengan sahabatku....Terakhir kekasihku namanya Siti, rajin mengaji, jago bikin puisi....Aku cinta padanya setengah mati, kini dia pergi tak kembali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;=============================&lt;br /&gt;Atau lagu2 oldis yang ga sengaja gw temuin dari laptopnya H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kata2nya selangit, tersenyum penuh misteri, matanya membikin ngeri, semua gadis-gadis remaja... gaya lelaki katanya slalu begitu.. dia bilang aku cantik, dia bilang aku menarik, dia bilang mau bikin asyik, hingga dada ini deg2an... mulut lelaki katanya slalu begitu... apalagi engkau yang masih suka dengan gadis remaja..&lt;br /&gt;Engkau lupakan anak cucumu.. hanya demi kenikmatan... Yang ada hanya rayuan.. oh oh oh.. mengaku bujangan kepada tiap wanita ternyata cucunya segudang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba2, ga ada angin ga ada hujan, email comes from one friend of mine:&lt;br /&gt;[KUTIPAN]&lt;br /&gt;ya ngertilah gw knp lu ampe hurt, tp jujur, br kali ini gw nemu pasangan yg dewasa, brpikir logis n rasional bwt mutusin hubungan. dan pasangan itu adalah kalian bedua. gw salut dh angkat topi bwt kalian bedua. tp gw ga punya topi.ada topi kkn dl kaga prnh gw pake.ya udah angkat helm aje ye. hyak......&lt;br /&gt; [/KUTIPAN]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan tau gak Dee... lagu soundtrack di playlist mp3 ku langsung kuganti  deh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terlambatku menyusuri jalan ini.. tersesat di saat kau menjauh.... terlambat ku mengartikan cintamu... kusadari setelah kau pergi...  berat hati menerima kehilangan mu.. tegarkan aku.. saat kau memilih dirinya... pergi cinta.. lupakanlah aku cinta.. kurelakan dia agar  kau bahagia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sHHHHHIIITTT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*KENAPAA LOE MESTI KOMENTARNYA KAYAK GITU SKRG  SIIHHH????!! TELAT TAUU!*&lt;br /&gt;melow lagi deh guwe =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-7408573805552595423?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/7408573805552595423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=7408573805552595423&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/7408573805552595423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/7408573805552595423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/04/melow-lagi-deh.html' title='melow lagi deh'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-1699449348894130225</id><published>2007-03-28T22:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:07:47.987+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>I was ABOUT TO..</title><content type='html'>I was about to leave you but you call&lt;br /&gt;I was about to forget you but you remind me again&lt;br /&gt;I was about to close my eyes but you make noise&lt;br /&gt;I was about to sleep but you wake me up&lt;br /&gt;I was about to shut my mouth but you persist listening&lt;br /&gt;I was about to run but you close the door&lt;br /&gt;I was about to fly but you catch me with the rope, tied me with the arms, hold me with the hands, and make me feel warm&lt;br /&gt;I was about to be strong...&lt;br /&gt;and I'm sure I will..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-1699449348894130225?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/1699449348894130225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=1699449348894130225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/1699449348894130225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/1699449348894130225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-was-about-to.html' title='I was ABOUT TO..'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-8994223382557630600</id><published>2007-03-20T20:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:12:45.212+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thought'/><title type='text'>Coba lagi! coba lagi dan lagi!</title><content type='html'>Dear dee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tepat pada saat arti kebahagiaan tidak kau cari sendiri, melainkan kau serahkan dan kau pasrahkan sepenuhnya pada yang kuasa, tepat pada saat itulah kebahagiaan akan datang dengan sendirinya.Hweleh.. sok wise yak? Not really actually. means hal2 filosofis semacam itu mungkin dengan mudahnya kau dapatkan dari berbagai buku, televisi, atau darimanapun juga. Tapi apakah segala kebijaksanaan itu sudah di hatimu? Apakah segala kata2 mutiara itu bukan hanya sekedar kata2? Apakah semua kesadaran2 itu jujur benar2 sudah kau sadari?That's why people are very sinfull. I said.. manusia itu pelupa. Termasuk aku. Mungkin kenyang sudah dengan semua teori, tapi prakteknya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal-hal kecil yang mulai aku anggap 'gift' dan aku syukuri. Aku bersyukur dengan apa yang aku miliki sekarang. Means bukan berarti aku sempurna dan sudah mendapatkan semua yg aku mau. Tapi sekedar 'menemukan piano di Purwatjaraka sehingga aku bisa bermain dan bersenandung' atau 'makan es oyen yg enak banget' atau 'dapet testimonial yg sweet', I know maybe it's very useless for others, but I will appreciate those.And about the desire, the dream or any achievement that i haven't got, jawabannya: coba lagi, coba lagi dan coba lagi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize things will come only if I have been ready for. Over all, I feel that I have walked in the right path. I juz need to resign my life to God, and God will lead the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu lagi keberuntunganku kemaren, dapet lagu TERRE ini dari warnet. Juz... sweet lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dunia ini penuh kepalsuan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mungkinkah tiada keikhlasan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apakah ini, suatu pembalasan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kusadar kebesaranmu Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bagai seorang pengembara jalanan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terombang ambing di lautan gelora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mencari kebahagiaan dahan utk menopang kasih&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mungkinkah suratan hidup kan selalu sendirian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati membeku mengingatkan kata &lt;strong&gt;janji manismu..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku dilambung angan-angan, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;belaian kasih sayang suci darimu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh kejamnya..&lt;br /&gt;Lidah tidak bertulang, ucapan cinta mengiris kalbu..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku kan pergi, membawa diri &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cinta di hati terkubur lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak kupahami, mengapa terjadi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peristiwa pahit menggores hati&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perjalanan hidup ini sudah tertulis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kutempuhi dengan kesabaran, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kusadar kebesaranmu Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont forget to smile. Tadi pagi gak sengaja smile gara2 di mobil (kantor..) dengerin penyiar radio jakarta yang cicitcuit. Aku inget dulu waktu di jogja tiap pagi aku selalu bangun pagi n reflek setel prambors jogja yg jadwalnya muter siaran desta n ari daging n aku slalu ktawaktiwi sendiri dengerin mreka. it used to be my funny breakfast. Di cikarang, kebiasaan itu hilang secara radio gw ga bs nangkep siaran radio apa2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God I'm alive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-8994223382557630600?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/8994223382557630600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=8994223382557630600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/8994223382557630600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/8994223382557630600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/03/coba-lagi-coba-lagi-dan-lagi.html' title='Coba lagi! coba lagi dan lagi!'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-3699474146932751254</id><published>2007-03-04T12:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:16:50.855+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>finally...Message in the Bottle</title><content type='html'>Tumben2an perutku kok perih abis minum kopi semalem. Biasanya kan fine2 aja. Ato starbag itu trlalu kuat kadar kopinya? ga juga ah... biasa jg gpp kog. Whuteva lah, yg pasti efeknya masih membantuku buat bangun tadi pagi. Meskipun dengan bantuan weker hp yg di snooze tiap 10menit sejak jam 5 pagi. Itu jg akhirnya aku br bener2 mandi jam 6.30 (hehe.. uda brapa kali tuh aku bangun n mati'in bunyi alarmnya?). Sampe kantor, eee... ternyata pada OM-DO yg nyuruh aku buat brangkat jam 7tet. Huuuu... kupikir jam 7.30 udah telat banget, taunya malah aku yg musti nyalain lampu di office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear dee....&lt;br /&gt;Yang kliatan dari luar itu kadang ga bisa sama dengan yg didalam. Aku memang cenderung ngebiarin orang mikir tentang aku sesuka hati masing2. Hanya pd saat2 tertentu dan pd org2 yg tepat aja aku kasi info yg paling bener. Selebihnya.. let them guess laaa...&lt;br /&gt;Dan akhir2 ini aku nemu'in orang2 yg ngomongin pandangan mereka tentangku. Komen2 itu tentunya dengan sepengetahuan mereka kan? I never tell anythin. Palingan gw cm angguk2 n kasih clue2 gak jelas sambil becanda2 n they still can't gather any confirmation. Huahahaha.. puasss puash??!!!! *tukul arwana Mode-ON*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heegghh dee.. My paper only can be found in one of many bottles that flowing by the ocean. Kliatannya dari luar itu cuman sebuah botol yg bertuliskan curahan hati. Kertasnya mungkin tampak begitu tipis sehingga membacanya pun tak terlalu susah. People who see the bottle slightly between the water, maybe can read and make conclusion of what's written inside. But they are all wrong...&lt;br /&gt;The message written can be significantly different with what can be read from outside of the bottle. Aku bisa jadi begitu rapi membuatnya tulisannya terbaca sedemikian rupa dari luar sehingga bs ditebak, padahal, bisa aja kan didalam kertas masih ada kertas kecil yg terselip, yg tdk tampak kalau tidak dikeluarkan dari dalam. Dan masalahnya, aku memilih busa penutup yg kuat banget dan g bs dibuka pake sembarang tangan. harus pake pengait busa, ditusukkan, lalu hyakkk!!!! penutup pun lepas.&lt;br /&gt;I never do those 'kamuflase' things intentionally. I just enjoy people watch at me, guessing and analysing. But my message is still there... inside the bottle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-3699474146932751254?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/3699474146932751254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=3699474146932751254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/3699474146932751254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/3699474146932751254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/03/finallymessage-in-bottle.html' title='finally...Message in the Bottle'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-4727888186702714371</id><published>2007-02-28T21:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:12:45.213+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thought'/><title type='text'>Perfectionist side that become UNPERFECT</title><content type='html'>Ada satu hal yang baru saja kusadari tentang diriku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too much going into details!&lt;br /&gt;Whoha... the perfectionist side of me make me want everything to be correct, even the little things that might not be important.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not material.. (&lt;em&gt;accounting terms to decide the most valuable one&lt;/em&gt;-red.) maybe juz wasting my time. But considering the art sense that I have, make me want to take a look deeply at something, feel what's inside, and then feel happy and sad. But speaking bout art, those are what make me feel alive this far. What has brigthened my life? What has make me so dynamic? What has make me appreciate the beauty of life including the suffer and the gift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sense to perform as well as possible, to make people inspire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, tujuan gw nulis bukan untuk membela/memuji diriku sendiri, tapi untuk mengartikan dan men-summary satu lagi learning gw malam ini.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be like that..&lt;br /&gt;means.. Prioritas itu penting. So far aku sudah melakukan itu sih (secara.. klo ga nentuin prioritas, maka begitu banyak ketertarikan dan urusan yg aku jalani gak akan bisa terselesaikan tepat pada waktunya). The desire to be perfect itu kadang2 terwujud lewat 2 hal: keinginan untuk menyelesaikan semua hal ATAU keinginan untuk menyelesaikan satu hal se-sempurna mungkin.&lt;br /&gt;Keduanya ga akan bs dicapai secara bersama'an.. I have to realize that.. &lt;br /&gt;In the same time, I'm on both side! how can I? Yea.. I can gather well with the melankolist person cause I imagine a lot and go through details with them. I also gather well with the sanguinists which are very action oriented and bak buk bak buk JEDHER! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. flo.. in the working environment, the needs to quickly decide about something, is important related to urgent things. okey????!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setting: *ditengah2 kebingunganku mo bikin presentasi kayak apa'an besok. arrghh.. aku memang bukan orang yg pintar menjual.. hiks..*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-4727888186702714371?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/4727888186702714371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=4727888186702714371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/4727888186702714371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/4727888186702714371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/02/perfectionist-side-that-become.html' title='Perfectionist side that become UNPERFECT'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-4370766420873882822</id><published>2007-02-25T21:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:07:47.988+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>Beautifull Moonlight</title><content type='html'>Aku tahu bulan itu akan bersinar untukku, lalu memberiku energi dan nafas bagi aktivitasku&lt;br /&gt;Aku tahu bulan itu ada disitu, hanya saja ia harus mematuhi prosedur tata surya sehingga tak bisa terus menerus menampakkan wujud putihnya yang cemerlang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-4370766420873882822?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/4370766420873882822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=4370766420873882822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/4370766420873882822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/4370766420873882822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/02/beautifull-moonlight.html' title='Beautifull Moonlight'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-1587705872698634067</id><published>2007-02-20T07:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:07:47.988+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>Beyond Expectation</title><content type='html'>Aduh biyunggg....&lt;br /&gt;Aku ki cen soyo suwi cen ora seneng yen ana wong muja muji jhe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Staineslav", sopo to kuwiii??? aku jan ora tau tertarik ngapal'ke rupane wong2 bule sing dadi tamu ning kantor, opo maneh yen tamune kuwi dhuuwurr banget pangkat'e. wis... ngumpet wae ning ngisor meja. Lha mau esuk ibu bos kok ngomong jare dikongkon cicitcuit ning ngarepe wong kuwi. Wuaduh biyung... yen sing ngadep ki kabeh trainee yo ra po po.. yen elek yo elek bareng.. Tapi yo piye ra kaget jare sing entuk kesempatan ra kabeh. Yooo pancen durung final sih keputusan.. sih dadi 'wacana' di kongkon siap-siap wae yen dadi wulan ngarep. Wuaduh biyung... Aku jan ora seneng, ora bangga, tapi sing ngene iki malah nggawe mumet, nggawe setres, dadi beban. Alasan ibu'ku kuwi milih aku dadi sing 'selected' kuwi mau opo tooh??? aku ki ora iso opo2, ora ngerti opo2, sih akeh sing kudu tak'pelajari. Lha mengko yen ditakoni macem-macem ra iso njawab, njur kepiye? mengko yen aku ora paham leh ngomong bule kuwi, njur kepiye? lha bos'e ibu ning singapur wae nek seh telecon kuwi angel banget dirungok'ke, lambe'ne plegak pleguk, koyo wong kumur-kumur ngono... lha si staineslav iki, opo ora luwih parah tur njijik'i?&lt;br /&gt;padahal yen aku ra salah, bule iki bos'e bos'e bos'e bosku. wis papat toh??? wuaduh biyuungg... aku yo kalah nyali yen ngene ki...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mau juga si Mas "E" ngomong yen aku ki  ngene... ngono..., inti'ne muji. Arep memotivasi jan'e, tapi malah aku dadi ciyut. Aku wedi ora iso sesuai karo sing di'arep'ake karo wong-wong kuwi. Aku pancen skeptis yo? Aku luwih puas yen iso luwih seko sing di'arep'ake wong. Tapi yen wong podo muji, dadine aku koyo terbebani, kudu apik terus, kan angel toh?????ora iso bebas.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pancen'e aku ki bodho yo bodho wae... ora sah di pinter-pinter'ke.. iso ra toooh????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-1587705872698634067?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/1587705872698634067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=1587705872698634067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/1587705872698634067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/1587705872698634067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/02/beyond-expectation.html' title='Beyond Expectation'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-560037953629520529</id><published>2007-02-18T14:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:26:15.540+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>Simple things to make you CHEERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;There's certain thing that could make you smile and cheers up whole day.  I start everysingle time with a lotta effort to adapt and to please myself. But once you got the match point, wherever you are, there would be pleasant time to make you simply smile at.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/&lt;a%20href=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 259px" height="481" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/florish/cc3.jpg" width="553" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ada pepatah yg bilang bahwa sesuatu yg susah didapetin itu bakalan lebih berkesan. Well... I am! hehehehe.. means, mungkin cuma hal2 simpel yg gak penting banget, tp krn ada unsur 'strugle', achievement nya bisa membuatku tersenyum sepanjang hari. foto diatas bukan gambar bikin biskuit lho yaaa... mentang2.. Itu gambar mas2 yang (untung dia gak merhati'in bahwa henpon'ku sebenernya sedang membidik dia) sedang ngebikin roti bun kesuka'an. My fav!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ahh.. life is hard.. but more you work, more you play. &lt;/p&gt;Still with terms of "Message in the Bottle", ini sudah kesekian kalinya aku gagal posting di blogger sesuai dengan yang sudah kucurhatin panjang lebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/IMG]http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/florish/cc3.jpg[/IMG]"&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/17101781-560037953629520529?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/560037953629520529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=560037953629520529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/560037953629520529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/560037953629520529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/02/simple-things-to-make-you-cheers.html' title='Simple things to make you CHEERS'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-116991315731012731</id><published>2007-01-27T22:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:18:23.465+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Rhythm'/><title type='text'>Love, Sad, and Life</title><content type='html'>If love was a bird then we wouldn't have a wings&lt;br /&gt;If love was a sky we'd be blue&lt;br /&gt;If love was a choir, you and I could never sing&lt;br /&gt;Cause love isn't for me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love was an Oscar, you and I could never win&lt;br /&gt;Speak in never at out our part&lt;br /&gt;If love is the bible then we add lots the sin&lt;br /&gt;Cause is not in our heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love was a fire then we have lots the spark&lt;br /&gt;Love never felt so cold&lt;br /&gt;If love was a light and we've lost in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Left no one to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love was a sport we united on the same team&lt;br /&gt;You and I destined to loose&lt;br /&gt;If love was an ocean then we are just a stream&lt;br /&gt;Cause love isn't for me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl I know we had some good times&lt;br /&gt;It's happened now we are to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know about you I can't deny&lt;br /&gt;Can't say we didn't try to make it work for you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know it hurt so much but it's best for us&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along this winding room we lost the trust&lt;br /&gt;So I walk away so you don't have to see me cry&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me so...&lt;br /&gt;why don't you go your way&lt;br /&gt;and I'll go mine&lt;br /&gt;live your life and I'll live mine&lt;br /&gt; you do well and I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;cause we better of ...so much better of..&lt;br /&gt;so much better of.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;actually I really dont know which one is better. Gosh....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-116991315731012731?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/116991315731012731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=116991315731012731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/116991315731012731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/116991315731012731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-sad-and-life.html' title='Love, Sad, and Life'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-116904245292528495</id><published>2007-01-17T20:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:12:45.213+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thought'/><title type='text'>Hidupku bermasalah!</title><content type='html'>Ah.. come on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "Ya Tuhan... berikanlah aku rahmat dan karuniamu... jauhkanlah aku dari cobaan..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sepertinya itu kan yang diharapkan semua manusia dalam setiap doanya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah berpikir gak, bahwa hidup itu akan jadi terasa garing kalau dari kecil kita selalu mendapatkan apa yang kita inginkan?Pernah membayangkan gak suatu keadaan, hidup berlimpah kekayaan, wajah cantik nan rupawan, teman baik nan menyenangkan, dan masalah tiba2 tereliminasi dari hidup. Hari2 mulus.... tanpa aral rintangan.. penuh keberuntungan.. penuh cintaa.. waaaaa.. Itu kan yang di impikan semua orang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi coba berpikir lebih jauh. tanpa adanya masalah dalam kehidupan, kita justru semakin sedikit belajar tentang hidup. Analogi sederhana nih:&lt;br /&gt;seorang teman yg sangat beruntung, sekali melamar kerja dengan cas cis cus interview seadanya, langsung ktrima kerja di perusahaan keren. keberuntungannya terjadi benar2 rahmat Tuhan, tiba2 aja tu perusahaan emang lagi butuh orang buanget n si interviewer langsung aja lah jatuh hati padanya dan WELL DONE. YOU ARE ACCEPTED.&lt;br /&gt;Bandingkan keadaannya dengan orang ke2 yang 'mungkin' tidak bisa dapat keberuntungan dengan dg mudah. nglamar kerja dari satu perusahaan ke perusahaan lain. dengan skill dan casciscus yang sama dg teman yg tadi, tapi dia tdk diterima. well... dia lalu belajar dari pengalaman di setiap interview, bagaimana cara meningkatkan nilai jualnya, bagaimana caranya supaya cas cis cus lebih bagus, skill lebih naik, dll dan kemudian... berkat kombinasi semuanya, akhirnya dia diterima kerja juga di perusahaan keren.&lt;br /&gt;Mana yang lebih hebat? si orang yang beruntung atau si orang ke2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justru dari masalah2, kesedihan, kemalangan dan ketidak beruntungan itu kita bisa jadi lebih memaknai hidup. Kita belajar bagaimana mengubah kesedihan itu jadi kegembiraan, menjadikan kemalangan sebagai sarana supaya bisa mudah bersimpati pada orang lain, dan kita sedikit demi sedikit BERUSAHA menghindari ketidakberuntungan yang timbul dari kecerobohan2.&lt;br /&gt;Mana yang lebih hebat? si orang beruntung yang mendapatkan apasaja dengan cepat, atau si orang ke2 yang berusaha keras untuk mendapatkan mimpinya?&lt;br /&gt;Mana achievement yang lebih berharga? yang susah didapatkan atau yang sangat mudah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradigma hidup manusia itu kok terlalu naif... But I will try to change my own. My pray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Ya Tuhan.. berikanlah aku bimbinganmu agar aku dapat mengatasi semua cobaan2Mu dengan baik. Amin "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not try to run from problem. I will not regret my sadness or my unlucky things.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak ingin mengatakan : &lt;strong&gt;"Aku bersyukur karena aku tidak punya masalah dan keadaanku baik-baik saja"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Aku akan lebih bangga mengatakan : &lt;strong&gt;" Aku bersyukur karena aku PUNYA masalah, tapi keadaanku akan tetap baik2 saja karena aku berhasil melewati dan mengatasinya"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-116904245292528495?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/116904245292528495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=116904245292528495&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/116904245292528495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/116904245292528495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/01/hidupku-bermasalah.html' title='Hidupku bermasalah!'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-116887409366759278</id><published>2007-01-15T22:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:10:14.047+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>Menikmati Betawi secara Kolosal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Look at the picture...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;how warm!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6732/1640/1600/830659/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 407px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="208" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6732/1640/200/640959/c.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Entah kenapa terus terngiang lagu jadul yg dulu sering dinyanyi'in ibu buatku:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jakarta, kotaku indah dan megah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disitulah aku dilahirkan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rumahku disalah satu gang, namanya gang kelinci&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entah apa sampai namanya kelinci&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mungkin dulu kerajaan kelinci&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Karna manusia bertambah banyakkasihan kelinci terdesak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sekarang rumahnya berjubel! oh... banyak penghuninya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anak2 segudang, grudak gruduk kayak kelinci&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kami semua hidup rukun dan damai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hanya satu yang aku herankanb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;adanku bulat tak bisa tinggiPersis kaya anak kelinci...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I am, I will always be &lt;strong&gt;a tourist!!&lt;/strong&gt; yihaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-116887409366759278?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/116887409366759278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=116887409366759278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/116887409366759278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/116887409366759278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/01/menikmati-betawi-secara-kolosal.html' title='Menikmati Betawi secara Kolosal'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-116806646756355043</id><published>2007-01-06T13:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:07:47.989+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>Makan tuh Ganteng!!!</title><content type='html'>hueehuehueheu...&lt;br /&gt;gilee gw galak amat yak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi dibalik ke'galakan' gw, sebenernya hatiku kok perih yak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whutever lah.. yg pasti ganteng itu tidak menjamin kebahagiaan. okey.. u mungkin pikir smua org bs takluk ama kegantengan loe... terserah temen2 gw ngatain gw bego krn gw melewatkan kesempatan yg diidamkan cewek2 laen.  tp gw bukan abg yg lebih peduli sama 'apa kata orang' secara gw bs ngegandeng cowok ganteng. udah lewat lah masa2 kek gitu. cuman satu deh bisikan hati terdalam gw " Makan tuh ganteng!!" kikikiki...&lt;br /&gt;skrg jujur nih.. rasa perih itu cukup menyakitkan. aku sedang berusaha mengatasi sih.. tp kadang pengen jujur pada diri sendiri. GW CAPEEK..&lt;br /&gt;ini udah sebulan lebih dikit, n aku punya 2 rejection n 4 approach. halah.. sok2an... makanya gw cerita jg cuman di blogger ini aja, gak crita apa2  ke temen2 gw.&lt;br /&gt;Sempet terpikir.. mungkin lebih baik aku berlindung dalam rumah siputku seperti dulu sehingga aku bisa merasa lebih hangat..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-116806646756355043?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/116806646756355043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=116806646756355043&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/116806646756355043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/116806646756355043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2007/01/makan-tuh-ganteng.html' title='Makan tuh Ganteng!!!'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-116714527918947650</id><published>2006-12-26T21:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:10:14.047+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>Jababeka Mati Lampu!</title><content type='html'>hiyaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kata orang2 sih, baru kali ini Cikarang Listrindo memati'in lampunya tanpa pemberitahuan sebelumnya. Klo diitung2, mati 3 jam aja, brapa duit tuh kerugian? biskuit2 yang gosong, adonan yg terpaksa harus dibuang, dll. pfuh... ribut banget lah satu kawasan.. n hotline si listrindo pun penuh sesak dengan berpuluh pabrik yg mo klaim. hihihih... tapi sebagai pegawai mah.. seneng2 aja lah yaaaa kikikikik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngomong serius ahhh....!!! topiknya kali ini "bahagia"&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya kuncinya satu aja kok. BERSYUKUR. orang seringkali mengeluh dengan kejadian2 buruk yang menimpa dirinya, selalu merasa Tuhan kurang adil dan gak mau memberikan apa yg diinginkan. Padahal, kalau hal2 kecil itu selalu disyukuri dan dianggap rahmat, it would create happiness all over the time.&lt;br /&gt;Pintu kebahagiaan itu sebenarnya ada dimana2. Hal itu yg tiba2 aku sadari akhir2 ini. Kenapa harus menyempitkan pintu itu dan merasa bahwa certain good thing, or certain people aja yg bikin seneng?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, everywhere, everytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ally McBeal yg skrg lagi gandrung aku pelototin jg memberi banyak pelajaran. Kadang2 saat nasib sedang baik, maka Ally senang, akupun senang (hehehe.. penonton yg baek..). truss waktu dia lagi sedih berurai air mata, emosional, tp semua itu akhirnya juga berlalu. "this shall too pass". that's what should I do too. berurai lah, bersedihlah. Tapi nasib akan terus berganti. Pintu kebahagiaan jg tidak akan pernah tertutup. Pintu itu hanya berpindah2.. dan seharusnya &lt;strong&gt;mata hati kita lah yang jangan sampai tertutup, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sehingga kita bisa melihat pintu itu dimana2&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmast to all my dear nasrani friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-116714527918947650?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/116714527918947650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=116714527918947650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/116714527918947650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/116714527918947650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/12/jababeka-mati-lampu.html' title='Jababeka Mati Lampu!'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-116602109579044554</id><published>2006-12-13T21:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:10:14.048+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>Case Closed</title><content type='html'>Hard day pfuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.. for almost this month I become so busy and emotional. Maybe it's only lil things, only to present what have I'm doing for these 5 months in front of all management team! Ahh.. come on.. it's not a big deal, is it? But honesty, I've become so nervous since months ago. I become so pesimis. I have been realize that the perfectionist side of me sumtimes can burden myself. Well.. day by day I try to overcome this feeling, and I learn so much to reduce my perfectionist level. It's now has been finished. I'm so glad that I have passed the presentation section. Yea.. the Rumanian guy is always asking, interupting, but also joking during the presentation. Also the other manager, they who do not have the same background with me, Oh... That's part of things that have made me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the feedback of my performance during presentation has not been given yet. I will find out their evaluation summary later. the strengths and the weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt; But I may remember of what the Rumanian's just said when I was in my manager's room (not in front of the audience):&lt;br /&gt;" Well.. I am so impressed by you coz you're doing good in your presentation. I'm surprised of this because u are ussually very quiet."&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;em&gt;of course!! what is he expecting from me? go to his room and ask some chats? hohoho... actually he's not my direct boss! he's the plant manager! i'm only a fresh graduate! who am I?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " U can deliver the message well. It's important coz in presentation U need to convince people; the audience."&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;I dont know if he's only want to make me happy by his words, coz I'm actually very skeptic. But then the question is: is he convinced by me? gegege.. kidding me..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whateva..&lt;br /&gt;Breathing so long... I'm remembering this one month's passed...&lt;br /&gt;And enjoy the memories of the struggle, the effort, the sickness, and the hard work behind all these.&lt;br /&gt;Also the memories of my broken relationship. Gosh.. I shouldn't blame him or my situation.&lt;br /&gt;I should blame myself to be very sensitive and emotional in facing and thinking things too hard.&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. it's already happen.&lt;br /&gt;I can't fix anything. I only can fix my life, my future&lt;br /&gt;I will only resign to God.. all my faith.. my destiny.. my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-116602109579044554?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/116602109579044554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=116602109579044554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/116602109579044554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/116602109579044554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/12/case-closed.html' title='Case Closed'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-116523636324060305</id><published>2006-12-04T19:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:18:23.465+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Rhythm'/><title type='text'>Hot Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>Cikarang itu panasnya ampun2 sampe2 ujan2 gini malah jd anget :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemarin waktu malam minggu, makan di resto plaza.&lt;br /&gt;pretty nice krn 'tumben' ada hiburan akustikan (jadi inget masa2 ngamen dulu.. hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;dan aku pun turut bernyanyi dan berdendang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuliskan kesedihan semua tak bisa kau ungkapkan&lt;br /&gt;kapan kita kan bicara, dengar hatiku..&lt;br /&gt;Buang semua puisi antara kita berdua&lt;br /&gt;Kau bunuh dia, sesuatu yg ku sebut itu cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a%20href=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 231px; HEIGHT: 168px" height="608" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/florish/Resto2.jpg" width="496" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Yakinkan aku Tuhan.. dia bukan milikku&lt;br /&gt;Biarkan waktu.. waktu.. hapus aku&lt;br /&gt;Sadarkan aku Tuhan.. dia bukan milikku&lt;br /&gt;Biarkan waktu.. waktu.. hapus aku&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Trus..&lt;br /&gt;yang ada org2 disitu melongo kali ya gara2 gw kliatan begitu bersemangat n menjiwai?&lt;br /&gt;:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-116523636324060305?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/116523636324060305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=116523636324060305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/116523636324060305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/116523636324060305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/12/hot-rainy-day.html' title='Hot Rainy Day'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-116498272982382524</id><published>2006-12-01T21:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:16:50.855+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>Sweet VERTIGO</title><content type='html'>sweet name that drive me into lots of words..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Tenang aja.. jangan dibikin setress, vertigo itu bukan sesuatu yang menakutkan kok.."&lt;br /&gt;(who care???? i'm not desperate of that. kekekeke.. fool doctor..)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Oh, saya juga pernah tuh.. pala rasanya muterrrr aja ya? saya dulu gitu ampe lemesss banget. trus gimana, sekarang dah sembuh?"&lt;br /&gt;(sweet also, my boss. Feel more comfortable coz she has ever felt it also. so she could understand me. suddenly I got a learning from this. well.. sickness is always bad for anybody. but without it, we wont know how it feels and how to understand them. Thanks God lah!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"vertigo apa'an sih?"&lt;br /&gt;(one of my advisor in office)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"dulu tuh saya vertigo juga tuh waktu turun dr pesawat. abisnya perjalanannya lamaaa banget. begitu turun ampe gak tau dimana pintu kluar"&lt;br /&gt;(vertigo? are u sure? is it not jetlag? hohoho.. he's my direct boss)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"makanya.. kamu tuh suka cuek sih.. pulang dari  kantor malem terus, dingin gitu, gak pernah pake jaket pula! udah gitu makannya gak teratur. coba deh ya.. diubah itu kebiasaanmu.. sayang badan.."&lt;br /&gt;(ahh.. sweet friend... sounds like Mom, uh?)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"eh, tapi kamu masih bisa pulang sendiri kan? bisa ngebedain jalan kan? klo dipertiga'an gak ngerti lewat mana, nahh bennner tuh.. vertigo.. vertiga'an!"&lt;br /&gt;(huehueheuhue... once again.. my direct boss.. always makes joke..)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"minum susu deh.. kayak aku nih. tempat cicik ku tuh ya.. disediakan susu gratis buat para karyawannya karena pertimbangan ruangan AC. jadi sepertinya memang ruangan ber AC itu kurang baik klo terus menerus. susu bisa menetralisir dampak negatifnya"&lt;br /&gt;(everything is always on scientific mode with this friend. hehehe.. but it's okay.. like it also laahh)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"vertigo? masih kecil udah vertigo? mendingan cepet periksa deh.. aku dulu kayak gitu, terus disuruh rujuk ke dokter syaraf. Mendingan kamu langsung cek deh.."&lt;br /&gt;(i think she is still young, but she could call me 'little girl'? then I know that she is 40. whuuu.. seems like 28)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;==========&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well.. more than simple words mention above.. sweet words also from a strange man, wise, mature, smart and very confident:&lt;br /&gt;"our best strength, will always be our greatest weakness"&lt;br /&gt;"so.. if it's so, I choose not to find my best strength so I will only have a lil weakness. rite?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, u can't! u cant avoid from suffer if u want happiness. U only can feel happiness after u feel sadness, rite? u wont appreciate any good things if U needn't hardly dream of it. Enjoy your suffer.. and at the same time, always remember that there are always people who are more suffer than U. Be Thankfull! U have to realize your luck. &lt;br /&gt;U are worth and deserve the best"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eniwei... there's something sweet email from my friend at office this afternoon..&lt;br /&gt;with subject: "pus.. nikah kog gak ngundang2 sih?"&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/florish/00058.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-116498272982382524?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/116498272982382524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=116498272982382524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/116498272982382524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/116498272982382524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/12/sweet-vertigo.html' title='Sweet VERTIGO'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-116229635586005181</id><published>2006-10-31T18:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:16:50.855+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>I'm still 22</title><content type='html'>I think that I'm still childish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm sudah berapa orang ya yg nebak umurku dan SALAH!???? &lt;br /&gt;padahal klo ditanya, pasti kujawab 17 taon. wakakakaka... heran.. kenapa smua org slalu nebak diatas umurku. untungnya ga sampe diatas 30 sih.. tp tuh yg berkisar.. umm 25,26... dame.. prasaa'an gaya gw jg kayak gini2 ajeeeeee, gak pengen sok tua euy...&lt;br /&gt;whatever..&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm 22. &lt;br /&gt;tiap kali dapat tambahan umur.. aku biasanya slalu dapet shocking therapy. tiba2 dapet learning, changing paradigma, dll.&lt;br /&gt;I always feeling lost something..&lt;br /&gt;of course la.. lost my past time. kehilangan umur yang sebelumnya jelasla..&lt;br /&gt;More consideration.. more complicated.. is it what you call MATURE? bulls**t!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-116229635586005181?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/116229635586005181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=116229635586005181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/116229635586005181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/116229635586005181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-still-22.html' title='I&apos;m still 22'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-116109537422309844</id><published>2006-10-17T21:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:07:47.989+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>The best Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.justflo.blogspot.com/"&gt;My footprint..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya kemarin terucap juga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ya udah boleh deh boleh..."&lt;br /&gt;"bener nih boleh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ya abis piye meneh.. ga pa pa deh"&lt;br /&gt;"ya kalo boleh, ntar mo mulai pedekate nih"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin cuma pembicaraan ringan sambil ketawa2. Tapi sebenernya dibalik canda itu maknanya serius..&lt;br /&gt;Aku sudah mengijinkan.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi apakah aku sudah merelakan?&lt;br /&gt;jujur aku masih belum bisa 100% pasrah dan berkorban&lt;br /&gt;But I love him.. so what should i do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-116109537422309844?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/116109537422309844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=116109537422309844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/116109537422309844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/116109537422309844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/10/best-man.html' title='The best Man'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-115911117293065680</id><published>2006-09-24T22:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:07:47.990+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasure</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine, once, tell me bout 'guilty pleasure' that.. she is british in music taste, but sometimes she likes to listen Sheila on7. It's kinda weird for her coz she is ashamed of it, but the truth can't be avoided. It's such a guilty, but she enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the night that I have to admit to myself. Foolish game. Maybe this is common that I used to do this in my old times. I dont care bout the effect, I juz do everything I want (still save of course, but useless.. wasting time!). But then in the end, I will regret that pleasure. and being grown up, I decided not to do that kind of game anymore. I try to think logically, rational and realistic. dream is juz such a imagination that can stay only in our mind, not come into reality.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad to realize the situation.&lt;br /&gt;To realize that I've been trapped in a game. Foolish game.&lt;br /&gt;U can say that I have kinda traumatic game, stupid things, and I've tried not to involve in a such thing. U can say  I am paranoid, but IT'S TRUE! I'm skeptic! I'm a deep thinker! I'm melancholic!&lt;br /&gt;so what?????????&lt;br /&gt;And after long time ago, last time I decided not to get into a guilty things.. this nite.. again... I'm in the guilty pleasure. stupid girl... stupid pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please gimme your sign.. a solution..&lt;br /&gt;the guilty pleasure is only a sudden pleasure.. I pray for this pleasure, will it be long lasting? or I am waiting for a death behind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-115911117293065680?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/115911117293065680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=115911117293065680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/115911117293065680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/115911117293065680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/09/guilty-pleasure.html' title='Guilty Pleasure'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-115668872327327108</id><published>2006-08-27T21:02:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:32:02.442+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thought'/><title type='text'>I juz LOVE! nothing more...</title><content type='html'>ups?? hot topic uh?&lt;br /&gt;nope... actually maybe this is a boring one... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we talk about love... we only want to give and do the best. and the only key, of course... resignation.&lt;br /&gt;When we talk about love... we only want to enjoy the good feel. and the only sign is... comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;When we talk about love... there's no way for suffer. becoz we talk about sacrifice... learning... and growing&lt;br /&gt;When we talk about love... we also talk about God. because God loves us with the most beautifull way that we couldn't imagine. why didn't we love God also? I dont speak about unrealistic things, but the love that we give for God can be very realistic. Love your environment... your friends... your family.. your job.. your body.. and everything around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========&lt;br /&gt;serius amat yak??? xixixixi... no no.. kadang2 orang bisa bicara serius setelah bersantai terlalu lama. atau bisa jadi kebanyakan bercanda sebagai kompensasi dari keseriusan yang menjenuhkan.&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa tiba2 ngomongin cinta? basi ah! hhehe... bukan maksud hati sok romantis. tapi emang kontemplasi yg kulakukan tidak menghasilkan kesimpulan lain, selain : LOVE. CINTA. Aku hanya ingin mencinta kok. apa itu salah? &lt;br /&gt;Silahkan orang lain mengernyit atas apa yang kulakukan dan yang kuputuskan. SO WHAT? THEY EVEN DONT KNOW ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;jangan melulu mengaitkan kata2 cinta dengan hubungan sepasang kekasih berlawanan jenis (meskipun, kuakui, itu tuh yg paling ngetrend deh yaaaa kayaknyaaaa... people relate 'love' mostly on it) karena aku mengartikan cinta sebagai bentukan pengorbanan yang tanpa pamrih, tapi menyenangkan. eits.. SIAPA BILANG CINTA ITU BUTA? berkorban tanpa pamrih juga klo buta berarti tidak menyenangkan. dan klo menyenangkan saja tapi berkorbannya dengan pamrih itu namanya BUTUH! mungkin terlalu idealis bicara ttg sesuatu yg tanpa pamrih. well.. I admitt also, ORANG BODOH MANA YANG MAU SEPERTI ITU??? tapi kembali lagi ke pengorbanan.&lt;br /&gt;pamrih itu wilayah kekuasaan Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;hasil dari segala sesuatu yang kita lakukan itu sudah ada yang mengatur.&lt;br /&gt;Manusia cuma bisa berusaha kan? why didn't we DO MORE but EXPECT LESS? I believe that God love us. God love me that God wouldn't make me loose if we have do the best. at least, the process itself give a learning. and it's worth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah ah.. pulang. kos'an mo tutup. ai ai ai... I start to love this city. I start to love my life here.. my job.. my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you also!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-115668872327327108?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/115668872327327108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=115668872327327108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/115668872327327108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/115668872327327108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-juz-love-nothing-more_27.html' title='I juz LOVE! nothing more...'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-115616899883156689</id><published>2006-08-21T20:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:32:02.442+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thought'/><title type='text'>see?? i'm still asking and testing</title><content type='html'>and this is the result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Scholastic Strength Is Innovating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/innovating.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are the master of new ideas, techniques, and ways of looking at things.You are talented at structuring thoughts, decision making, clarifying, and making deadlines.&lt;br /&gt;You should major in:&lt;br /&gt;MarketingPsychologyDesginCognitive Science EconomicsPhotography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt; Should You Major In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no... it's actually NOT ABOUT THE RESULT but WHY I A STILL TEST IT.&lt;br /&gt;admit it.&lt;br /&gt;i am still asking for the rite job that suit me.&lt;br /&gt;cincai cincai,,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-115616899883156689?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/115616899883156689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=115616899883156689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/115616899883156689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/115616899883156689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/08/see-im-still-asking-and-testing.html' title='see?? i&apos;m still asking and testing'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-115486696542815120</id><published>2006-08-06T18:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:34:03.032+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>a complete set of teacher and friend</title><content type='html'>well.. this is only analogy.. let's play!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waktu sekolah dulu, ato kuliah.. banyak guru yang ganti2an kasih catetan, kasih tugas, lalu kasih ujian. Aku sadar harus nyatet, harus ngerjain tugas, atopun belajar buat ujian.&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang..&lt;br /&gt;di tempat baru.. guru2nya pun baru. dan kewajibanku tetep sama.&lt;br /&gt;tapi sekarang beda.&lt;br /&gt;at least dulu aku punya 1 set guru dan 10 set temen.&lt;br /&gt;untuk guru matematik, aku punya temen yg jago matematik untukku bertanya&lt;br /&gt;untuk guru fisika, ada temen yg bs langsung didatengin n solving soal2 fisika itu.&lt;br /&gt;untuk guru olahraga, well.. tinggal panggil temenku yg jago basket n kita latian deh bareng2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang.. saat tugas dari guru2 itu mentok, aku cm bisa mikir sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;saat ada ujian, aku ga bisa minta tentir dari temen2 yg ahli.&lt;br /&gt;n aku berkutat jg sendirian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLOOO THERE??? CAN I ASK FOR FRIEND TO BE A SHARING PARTNER????&lt;br /&gt;cape mikirin smua ini sendirian..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-115486696542815120?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/115486696542815120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=115486696542815120&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/115486696542815120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/115486696542815120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/08/complete-set-of-teacher-and-friend.html' title='a complete set of teacher and friend'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-115426728026132029</id><published>2006-07-30T20:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:34:03.033+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>I LOVE SUNDAY...</title><content type='html'>well...it's new thing for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never love sunday before..&lt;br /&gt;my old sunday was ussually full of schedules. this and that, and those.. arrghh!!! yea... coz last time I spent my days as student who was doing thesis, so day by day was quite relaxing at room.. and in the weekend I stopped it, and arranged meeting with friends.&lt;br /&gt;and now..&lt;br /&gt;I really apreciate sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I can have rest..&lt;br /&gt;do things other office work..&lt;br /&gt;and get refreshment!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living here for one month dude!&lt;br /&gt;Get lotta learning. and yes!! I MUST LEARN!&lt;br /&gt;Honestly.. it sumtimes make me crazy. I'm tired of thesee!! but the process is going, on and on and on..... The office learning, the daily life learning, the new friends' learning, the relationship learning, pfuh..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God never stop me to learn coz i consider it to be worth&lt;br /&gt;need kinda contemplation juz to keep me walk on the right path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the question is.. Have the slogan 'I HATE MONDAY' been mine????&lt;br /&gt;ups...&lt;br /&gt;I hope not laaaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-115426728026132029?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/115426728026132029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=115426728026132029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/115426728026132029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/115426728026132029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-sunday.html' title='I LOVE SUNDAY...'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-115295012641354398</id><published>2006-07-15T14:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:39:50.553+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>KUtu LoncAT????</title><content type='html'>Here I am now... small city..&lt;br /&gt;(it's really CITY! and Indonesia is not a beautifull city!! hwakakaka.. Nadine.. nadine.. how can u be that fool? upss.. sorry.. nervous only maybe. calm down.. everybody can make mistakes too.. so do I laaaa...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikarang is quite nice. at least to conquer wilayah segitu doank ga sesusah jakarta lah ya&lt;br /&gt;My new office quite comfortable. full of humour... and the people is not that formal. even in friday, we are allowed to wear jeans and shirt. HOW GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm gonna set that day as 'friday stylish dress' then. xixixixi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing my old times sumtimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, at least I've make 1 year commitment here. I have to accomplish!&lt;br /&gt;tapi napa org HR jd ngomong macem ntu yak?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to be 'kutu loncat' anyway. Kalo kita terus cari yang paling baik, gak bakalan ada habisnya Man! manusia gak bakalan pernah habis keinginan!&lt;br /&gt;Apa sih yang kita kejar dalam hidup ini?&lt;br /&gt;simple for me.BAHAGIA.&lt;br /&gt;dan apakah kebahagiaan itu terkandung dalam semua keinginan2 kita?&lt;br /&gt;we have to choose, and then take it as a whole! conquer it, and then find the learning, the good thing, and the final happiness.&lt;br /&gt;and I call it &lt;strong&gt;'the way love works'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumtimes org bisa jadi sangat serakah. gak pernah puas..&lt;br /&gt;kutu loncat itu keadaan.. bukan keinginan..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-115295012641354398?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/115295012641354398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=115295012641354398&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/115295012641354398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/115295012641354398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/07/kutu-loncat.html' title='KUtu LoncAT????'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-115140823369655599</id><published>2006-06-27T17:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:35:28.368+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>LIfe is a choice...</title><content type='html'>this is what my Dad's sayin...&lt;br /&gt;"Analoginya ya... kamu itu udah akad nikah.. ada cowok laen mo nglamar. YA GAK MUNGKIN DITRIMA TOHH!!! Itu goda'an... akhirnya tetep harus memilih satu.. dan ya emang harusnya satu!!!"&lt;br /&gt;I said : "Huh... jadi malah bingung ya kalo harus milih..&lt;br /&gt;Dad : "Yang enak itu.. kalo tawaran nya cuman satu. pilihannya cuman satu. keputusanmu cuman satu. analoginya ya.. pacar satu, dan suamimu ya satu tho ndukkk... :D"&lt;br /&gt;I said : " Yea.. life has been complicated. we must simplify it.."&lt;br /&gt;Dad : "juz like your mother when she was choosing me"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     *gubrakzz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hwakakakakaka&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like doing this analogical things with my Dad...&lt;br /&gt;and this time must be worth enough, coz maybe it would be very difficult for us to have a talk n go joking together. well... I have to grow anyway...&lt;br /&gt;aahh... Cikarang.. here I come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another talking.., when we were talking bout someone that fail to achieve what he want...&lt;br /&gt;" Seharusnya jangan pernah menutup pintu untuk segala kemungkinan yang terjadi. just be open! kita tidak pernah tau kemana nasib membawa kita. justru pada saat kita mulai menutup, kita sedang menutup pintu nasib yang akan mengantarkan pada berbagai keberuntungan dan hikmah"&lt;br /&gt;and I juz &lt;em&gt;manggut manggut... :&lt;/em&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaahh.. i'm gonna mizz him.. gonna mizz this town..&lt;br /&gt;looking backward... i'm gonna mizz all my friend in jogja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the topic.. CHOOSING!&lt;br /&gt;well.. i juz feeling a lil sorry.. why do all this choices come together? justru pada saat lagi desperate2nya dan hampir bunuh diri (xixixi... sok hiperbolis) gak ada yang nawarin??????!!! besok musti ngadepin PT KG yg minta jawaban kepastian. huh.. sudahlah... gimana cara nolak yg halus dan terhormat? I was remembering time when i strugle to enter KG. and now... rejection process... that's annoying anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-115140823369655599?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/115140823369655599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=115140823369655599&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/115140823369655599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/115140823369655599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-is-choice.html' title='LIfe is a choice...'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-114934075764868835</id><published>2006-06-03T20:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:35:28.368+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>Love SUNSET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/florish/Kuta12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="256" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/florish/Kuta12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/florish/Kuta12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have made it so special about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset means.. much for me..&lt;br /&gt;beach is very wild.. very wide.&lt;br /&gt;and that is life exactly would be..&lt;br /&gt;but behind any disaster...&lt;br /&gt;the sun will set in the west&lt;br /&gt;and every bad things will set too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks God i'm alive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-114934075764868835?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/114934075764868835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=114934075764868835&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114934075764868835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114934075764868835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-sunset.html' title='Love SUNSET'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-114934010428427481</id><published>2006-06-03T19:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:35:28.369+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>NostalGila...</title><content type='html'>soto tauco dengan daging kerbauuuu&lt;br /&gt;nasi megono nyam nyam nyammm&lt;br /&gt;pempek bang hamid..&lt;br /&gt;ikan bakar wiroto...&lt;br /&gt;chinese food sendang sari...&lt;br /&gt;sop buntut deket terminal..&lt;br /&gt;es bubur kacang ijo with sirop alun2...&lt;br /&gt;es dawet ayu banjarnegara&lt;br /&gt;es juice n roti bakar di Nyemnyem&lt;br /&gt;es duren merak...&lt;br /&gt;sate klintji di batang&lt;br /&gt;tahu petis monumen...&lt;br /&gt;leker depan esde pius...&lt;br /&gt;es popular depan esempe duwa...&lt;br /&gt;es cincau depan esempe satu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe.. ternyata klo dikumpulin jajanan dari esde ampe esem'a, gak banyak juga ya.. YA IYALAH!! anak rumahan :P&lt;br /&gt;coba disuruh nge list jajanan n makanan di jogja.. ampunnnnnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-114934010428427481?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/114934010428427481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=114934010428427481&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114934010428427481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114934010428427481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/06/nostalgila.html' title='NostalGila...'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-114714524587891050</id><published>2006-05-09T10:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:44:05.032+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>beauty</title><content type='html'>that's rule..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's the girl without a desire to be pretty?&lt;br /&gt;well... for me, I juz consider that women are identic with beauty. that's kind of.. woman role.&lt;br /&gt;Do I want it?&lt;br /&gt;Not really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that sure.&lt;br /&gt;no matter what people say.&lt;br /&gt;I only want my husband to consider me as the most beautifull wife for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's enough...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-114714524587891050?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/114714524587891050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=114714524587891050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114714524587891050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114714524587891050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/05/beauty.html' title='beauty'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-114690809915337874</id><published>2006-05-06T16:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:34:03.033+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>BELEBAIH</title><content type='html'>itu mm.. istilah anak2 kos ardasalsa. artinya 'berlebihan'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mulanya kupikir orang ini seperti apa sihhh... menyebut semua band indonesia sebagai 'band kampungan' bahkan (ini cerita dari pihak ke3) pernyataan bahwa selera ceweknya adalah cewek bule. ogah banget sama cewek pribumi. hmm. okay okay.. mungkinkah dia begitu ahli bermusik atau seleranya akan cewek sangat2 'silau' akan produk luar negeri??&lt;br /&gt;oke oke.. aku hanya sekedar membayangkan sesosok pria yang sangat percaya diri, tidak low profile, gengsian dan.. definetely SOMBONG!&lt;br /&gt;dan ternyata...&lt;br /&gt;BELEBAIHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;cuman musik seperti itu aja dan dia sudah men cap semua musik dalam negeri 'kampungan'???&lt;br /&gt;come on...&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;ini isi hati dari dalam diri.. bukan dendam, bukan marah.. aku bukannya tidak menyukainya.. trying to understand, tapi pokoknya pengen ngomong disini aja)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kamu tuh yang sebenernya kampungan!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semua orang berhak punya selera musiknya sendiri2. setiap orang punya tingkatan dan keadaan hidupnya sendiri, yang mungkin berbeda dengan yang kita miliki. pikiran2 sempit kalo menilai diri sendiri lebih baik dari yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;toh musikmu juga GITU GITU AJA!&lt;br /&gt;anyway i like that music...&lt;br /&gt;tapi tidak membuatku merendahkan yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfuh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-114690809915337874?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/114690809915337874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=114690809915337874&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114690809915337874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114690809915337874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/05/belebaih.html' title='BELEBAIH'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-114664261558819927</id><published>2006-05-03T14:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:39:50.554+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>why is Today's history??</title><content type='html'>ramalan hari ini buatku:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orang-orang dari masa lalu tiba2 datang.  mereka yang sempat menghilang,  mungkin akan jadi dekat lagi.  Anggaplah itu anugerah. perjodohan yang diatur Tuhan tak pernah bisa kau ramalkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keuangan&lt;/span&gt;: berdamailah dengan target..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karier&lt;/span&gt;: hal-hal yang mulanya tidak kau harapkan, justru datang. so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asmara&lt;/span&gt;: patah hati..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;itu ramalan asli bikinan sendiri kok. hweheheheheheh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-114664261558819927?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/114664261558819927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=114664261558819927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114664261558819927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114664261558819927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-is-todays-history.html' title='why is Today&apos;s history??'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-114602713790342112</id><published>2006-04-26T11:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:41:05.349+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thought'/><title type='text'>infotainment today...</title><content type='html'>yea, I admit that.. recently.. I always see infotainment. gak penting sihh.. tapi cukup berguna kog. many learning from it.. like yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hotspot&lt;/span&gt;: pernikahan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gleen&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dewi Sandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;sbenernya aye kurang seneng sih ama Glenn. gak suka style'nya, gak suka performance'nya, hehehe.. lagunya jg bbrp aja sih lumayan.. kalo dewi, oke banget! dance nya.. keren.. (alphaplus punya siy ya? hehe). overall... ini bukan karna penilaian saya terhadap mereka, ini tentang cinta yang sempat agak ditentang oleh kebanyakan orang. heran... kok bisa2nya manusia menentukan sah tidaknya suatu pernikahan??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenn : " kalo orang berbicara tentang prinsip, kadang2 mereka lupa apa itu toleransi. kalo sudah masuk idealisme individu, kadang2 manusia lupa pentingnya menghargai satu sama lain. Yang terpenting bagi kami, cinta yang kami miliki itu anugerah terindah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it. simple.. sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/17101781-114602713790342112?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/114602713790342112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=114602713790342112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114602713790342112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114602713790342112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/04/infotainment-today.html' title='infotainment today...'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-114558153426338576</id><published>2006-04-21T07:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:34:03.033+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>My brain is overloaded!!</title><content type='html'>n sebelum semuanya tumpah, lebih baek saya kluarkan atu2 dicini yach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today... mm.. 1stly, aku pengen menasihati diriku sendiri. (sbnrnya yg bs menasihati diri sendiri ya kita sendiri! kita sendiri tau kesalahan kita kog.. n kita lah yg paling mengenal diri kita masing2)&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOUR BODY FLO!!! COME ON.. IT'S NOT A MACHINE!!&lt;br /&gt;hix..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dear my body.. sorry for treating you like thiz.. after 13.00 today, i promise to make U rest. Gosh.. tahan ya sayang.. kuatkan dirimu! hix hix.. saya terpaksa melakukan hal ini. Mendoping'mu dengan 3 gelas kopi (dihitung sejak pagi kemarin). dan... hix.. maap maappp.. kemarin aku hanya memberi kamu 3 jam untuk tidur. .... padahal tugas-tugas yg telah kau lakukan untukku banyak sekalee.. key... the train tonight will be at 10 pm, before that.. sleep! sleep! and sleep as much as you can. ok? I LOVE YOU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2ndly, dee... Dengan keadaan body yg agak diforsir ini.. aku masih berusaha untuk tersenyum and perform well. but... arrgghh that's so difficult! dan di tengah perjuanganku utk menjaga mood, kenapa mendadak people around me sounds in their bad times too? Dee.. suddenly he was crying last nite.. I really dont know why.. but I can understand. he's very sensitive. and the crying, I think it's the result of accumulation. I want to help him, but what can I do if he doesnt want to tell  anything? however, he's a man! (with woman side dominantly though.., huehuehuehue) looking weak is a wrong. I think and think, feel and feel, should I do sumthin? but then.. I decided to consider bout time. it's not the rite time. for me.. (with my bad mood? bisa2 salah ngomong lage!) n for him. Setelah itu, giliran seorang teman yang lain, lagi sms'an, tau2 mata beraer, idung beraer. curiga doi pilek apa nangis yak? ditanyain bilangnya jg " ga pa pa kok". I DONT KNOW WHAT HAPPENING ATUHH??? sayangnya i'm too tired to handle others business at that moment.. i need REST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rdly, hhmmpphh.. to many things to say.. sumtimes i feel that i need sum1 to share.. but in the same time.. i always try to be independent! I can handle all! maybe it's true.. but.. the feeling for juz.. telling story for release all the tiring days.. and support for gimme strength, may I get it from some1? well.. i dont know wether it's juz.. a sudden desire or what.. but.. till now (at least) i juz can choose the right person for that. gya gya gyaaaaaa i should ask a strength not from someone else, shoudn't I? God God and God. seharusnya hanya padaNya lah aku bersujud dan memohon.&lt;br /&gt;apakah itu terlalu.. ummmhhh.. idealis? utopis? atau.. kurang realistis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-114558153426338576?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/114558153426338576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=114558153426338576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114558153426338576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114558153426338576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-brain-is-overloaded.html' title='My brain is overloaded!!'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-114550216492881026</id><published>2006-04-19T21:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:45:32.870+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Rhythm'/><title type='text'>No, dont make me far from God</title><content type='html'> &lt;i&gt;I would fight.. not to ever fall too deep... never show that love would grow...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now at night.. as I lied me down to sleep.. I could never let you go...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;and lying here with you.. I still cant believe it's true.. never thought that I would ever find the love that last forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be the man that's mine...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;find the love that never goes away..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;be the heart that now will be... the one that beats for me, be the man..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;used to be scared.. if I would ever get this closed.. not afraid to touch you now..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;long before I knew.. i'd be making love to you.. dream that maybe I would oneday loose myself in someone,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;someday...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt; BE THE MAN THAT'S MINE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;i always try to find the love that never goes away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;be the heart that now will be.. the one that beats for me, be the man..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;take me.. where i've never been.. i would follow you.. you'd never be around&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;i would run.. I run to you... i never thought that I would ever, find the love that last forever.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;tell me we will always be together..make a say u love a swear forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;be the heart that now will be.. the one beats for me...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;wherever you might be..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;always be with me..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;BE THE MAN..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;==============&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;song by Celine Dion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;dear dee... lagu itu tiba2 terus dan terus ada di kepalaku. padahal ntu lagu lama n gak sengaja aja ketemu pas lagi ubek2 file mp3ku. pfuh.. dee.. skarang ini aku cuman pengen berdoa.. smoga kesadaranku akan cinta, tidak membuatku jauh dari Yang Kuasa.&lt;br/&gt;Amin..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-114550216492881026?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/114550216492881026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=114550216492881026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114550216492881026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114550216492881026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-dont-make-me-far-from-god.html' title='No, dont make me far from God'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-114446184828118726</id><published>2006-04-08T08:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:32:02.443+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thought'/><title type='text'>Agnes Monica.. thumbs down...</title><content type='html'>Actually.. I'm the biggest fans of Agnes...&lt;br /&gt;But last nite, her performance was bad overall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalem, ntah kenapa aku kurang puas ama show agnes di transTV. diya bergaya harajuku dengan baju tabrak sana sini. keren sih kostumnya.. mmm.. tapi berasa kurang greget ajah.&lt;br /&gt;Agnes terlalu banyak berusaha meng'entertain penonton yang ada disana... tapi dia melupakan interpretasi lagu2nya. paling gak aku ngebandingin dengan penampilan terakhirnya di Indosiar (1jam bersama). Semalem.. penghayatan lagunya kurang. Dia emang fokus ama gerakan.. fokus ama power.. teknik suara jg oke..&lt;br /&gt;But.. why can I get in?&lt;br /&gt;I mean... biasanya nonton agnes bisa bikin aku ngrasa merinding saat dia nyanyi'in lagu2 yg slow&lt;br /&gt;ato bikin aku menganga, saat dia ngedance n nyanyi lagu2 bersemangat.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt feel anythin last nite..&lt;br /&gt;so do my friends.. they admitted the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuansa jepang yang coba dijadi'in tema jg gak terlalu maksimal di eksplore..&lt;br /&gt;Diya terlalu ingin mengesankan 'modernisasi'&lt;br /&gt;padahal... kalo dia mau sedikit lebih konvensional (misal: pake kimono buat lagu2 slow) soul'nya bakalan dapet banget deh! Tapi agnes is agnes.. keras dan berani mengekspresikan keinginannya. I dont know is it intentionally or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still like Agnes anyway..&lt;br /&gt;smart woman with a strong mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================&lt;br /&gt;nb: skrg jg lagi suka ama ello.. hihihi.. iklannya buat nada sambung lucu banget seh!!! gaya tangan V'nya itu lhoohhh... wakakakakakak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-114446184828118726?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/114446184828118726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=114446184828118726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114446184828118726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114446184828118726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/04/agnes-monica-thumbs-down.html' title='Agnes Monica.. thumbs down...'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-114403152871217445</id><published>2006-04-03T09:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:39:50.554+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>MANDI?? Oh noooo...</title><content type='html'>mmhh.. let me describe what had happened yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bangun pagi jam 5.30, buset dah.. jogja dingghiinn abiss!!! semalem abis ujan derez.. n slimutku ktinggalan di rmh, jd alhasil berdingin2 ria di kamar. semalem jg br bs tidur jam 2 an. maunya sih langsung mandi, tp saking duingginnyaa.. aku cuman kluar masuk kamar mandi. seyeemm ngbayangin dinginnya aer. tapi mo begimaneee.. 1jam lg aku sudah hrs kluar kos..&lt;br /&gt;6.45 : akhirnya memaksakan diri untuk mandi! dame....&lt;br /&gt;7.15 : baru bisa kluar kos. rencana buat training bentar ama dwi akhirnya molor.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;9.00: slese training, lgs ke t4 dance. hiks.. cuman cipikacipiki.. ketawatiwi bentar.. trus pamit cabut. kyaa.. i miss them so much!&lt;br /&gt;9.30: nyampe gelanggang. janjian ama anak2 band disini.&lt;br /&gt;10.00: brangkat ke magelang bareng2, mo cek sound alat&lt;br /&gt;17.00: sampe di jogja lagi. sampe gelanggang trus pulang n still!! with the rain.. duingin sumpah. dan akhirnya aku harus 'mandi'!!! ggrrr.....&lt;br /&gt; 18.30: brangkat training lagi. skrg aku sudah membekali diriku dengan jaket super tebel. dinginnya amit-amit.&lt;br /&gt;21.30: pulang ke kos. gosh.. gerimis ujan...&lt;br /&gt;ya ya ya... mungkin emang hari ini ditakdirkan untuk berdingin-dingin.&lt;br /&gt;pualing nyebelin ya itu.. MANDI!&lt;br /&gt;heueheuheuheuheu... tapi masak mo gak mandi... ni badan rasanya kotor jg...kcuali klo aku gak kemana-mana.. hm hm mungkin milih tdk berurusan dengan aer. kambing!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday is ended by.. a hot orange juice.. and it was very mmmhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;tadi malem aku tidur jam 22.30. hihihi. tumben......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-114403152871217445?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/114403152871217445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=114403152871217445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114403152871217445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114403152871217445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/04/mandi-oh-noooo.html' title='MANDI?? Oh noooo...'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-114387473364001060</id><published>2006-04-01T13:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:44:05.032+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>liburan?</title><content type='html'>arrgghh... aseli.. sebenernya gw pengen lah liburan dulu... childish yak? ya ya ini hanya sebuah kejujuran.. bis gmn duonk??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm dealing problem to set priority. which one to choose 1st? dunno lah.. hiks.. family? or friends? my own preference or others benefit?&lt;br /&gt;hiks..&lt;br /&gt;i love my family... that's true..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-114387473364001060?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/114387473364001060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=114387473364001060&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114387473364001060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114387473364001060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/03/liburan.html' title='liburan?'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-114346921718967475</id><published>2006-03-27T21:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:35:28.369+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>dosen oh dosen...</title><content type='html'>set dah.. hari ini.... aku kena 'semprot' dikit dari dosen. aayayayayaya... bukan kesalahan yang fatal sih.. tapi sebagai orang 'jogja' itu sudah 'kena' banget.&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d u know what it means by 'jogja'???? (hehehe.. to arie.. u can get the answer from this reading..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogja itu kota yang sensitif. Idup disini mesti peka. orang gak bakalan bilang loe salah meskipun loe salah. tapi orang2 jogja punya cara yang alus spy loe nyadar akan kesalahan loe&lt;br /&gt;Jogja itu kota yang tertutup. mau mahasiswa n pendatang dari berbagai pelosok nusantara jg, jogja tidak akan berubah. tetap jogja dengan bahasa dan budayanya yg kuat.&lt;br /&gt;Jogja itu kota yang ramah.&lt;br /&gt;Jogja itu kota yang mudah soal waktu (yg ngebedain dgn.. jakarta misalnya..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngapain ye aku ngomongin jogja??? hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone has special memories with jogja?? share thiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-114346921718967475?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/114346921718967475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=114346921718967475&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114346921718967475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114346921718967475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/03/dosen-oh-dosen.html' title='dosen oh dosen...'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-114290123790468258</id><published>2006-03-21T07:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:39:50.555+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>Kok jadi Geneee???</title><content type='html'>hmmm... kok bisa ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kemaren2 tuh kayaknya planing stelah pendadaran buanyaakk banget. yang pengen inilah, pengen itulah, bersenang2 lah.. hihihihi. Begitu beneran selse.. malesh ngapa2in..  senengnya udah gak ada lagi.. udah ketutup ama kekahawatiran2 yang kemaren.&lt;br /&gt;alhasil yang ada, IMPAS.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nganggur asoy.&lt;br /&gt;ngapain ya skrg....???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-114290123790468258?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/114290123790468258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=114290123790468258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114290123790468258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114290123790468258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/03/kok-jadi-geneee.html' title='Kok jadi Geneee???'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-114131010746106105</id><published>2006-03-02T21:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:41:05.350+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thought'/><title type='text'>Hope 4 d' best.. can U still expect less?</title><content type='html'>yups! hari ini... aku menetapkan diriku sendiri.. dengan segala pertimbangan.. telah memutuskan dan merumuskan.. dengan ini menetapkan.. (hwalah.. opo to iki..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not goin anywhere... at least for this 2 weeks.. hmmm will I survive??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seperti postingan-postingan sebelumnya... paling tidak dlm beberp minggu terakhir.. banyak hal yg kupelajari. satu, bahwa hidup memang harus selalu berjuang. kalo kita mengharapkan hidup yang hanya diisi dengan kenikmatan.. itu semu. itu bukan hidup. karna sesungguhnya... perjuangan tidak pernah berakhir. lulus dari satu ujian.. kita masuk dlm tahap yg lain. tingkatan ujian lain yg lebih tinggi. terus dan terus.&lt;br /&gt;kenapa harus bermuram menghadapi itu semua? justru kita beruntung diberi kesempatan utk berjuang. karna kita beruntung diberikan 'kehidupan' yang notabene.. indah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dua, bahwa.. persoalan apapun akan menjadi mudah kalau kita bisa memasrahkan diri pada Nya. kenapa kita diberikan masalah? karna Tuhan ingin kita semakin dekat padaNya.. saat kita diberi kesulitan dan tak ada lg yg bs kita lakukan... satu2nya jalan hanyalah : pasrah. Terus menerus begitu. selama kita belum pasrah.. selama kita terus menerus lupa akan 'kekerdilan' kita atas Yang Kuasa.. selama itulah masalah, hambatan, rintangan, akan terus jadi pelajaran agar kita ingat selalu padaNya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiga, everyone has their own path. kalau emang jalanku harus begini, maka harus kujalani. Kalau memang aku ditakdirkan untuk berbuat dan berusaha lebih keras, ya emang harus dijalani. tidak perlu mengeluh... justru.. smile in every condition. terima dengan senang hati. trust that God love You always and will choose the best one for you.&lt;br /&gt;be sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kembali ke masalah pengasingan diri. i want to give my effort fully for this beautifull life. so, i'm gonna hope for de best. but...&lt;br /&gt;with the pearl words... Do more! expect less.&lt;br /&gt;can I still expect less?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-114131010746106105?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/114131010746106105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=114131010746106105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114131010746106105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114131010746106105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/03/hope-4-d-best-can-u-still-expect-less.html' title='Hope 4 d&apos; best.. can U still expect less?'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-114101681418444388</id><published>2006-02-27T12:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:44:54.007+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>My footprint..</title><content type='html'>i'm on My PMS maybe that makin my day worse today!!!!&lt;br /&gt;juz can't do anything coz my head so fully minded!!!&lt;br /&gt;can't breath coz i stil have so many obligation that cant be finished at this time.&lt;br /&gt;all I can do jus.. wait till tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a hard day tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;pfuh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-114101681418444388?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/114101681418444388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=114101681418444388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114101681418444388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114101681418444388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-footprint.html' title='My footprint..'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-114050700074204989</id><published>2006-02-21T14:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:44:05.032+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>always struggle for life, GOSH....</title><content type='html'>Suddenly... I feel so doubtful bout my life.. my future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment I really doubt of everything. What will I reach? what is my dream? what will make me happy??&lt;br /&gt;One thing accomplished didn't mean a happiness, but it only bring us into a new duty, new difficulties, new pressure.. n of course.. many new problems!!&lt;br /&gt;What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;If life's only for struggle, how can I smile?&lt;br /&gt;How can I feel happy in reaching anything if I know that it's juz a beginning for another stress??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-114050700074204989?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/114050700074204989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=114050700074204989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114050700074204989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/114050700074204989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/02/always-struggle-for-life-gosh.html' title='always struggle for life, GOSH....'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-113962392747655976</id><published>2006-02-11T09:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:44:05.032+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>PLONG !!!!</title><content type='html'>Rasanya ploonngggg banget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... doaku dikabulkan. God knows what best for me.. and this is the answer.&lt;br /&gt;Yippii!! Akhirnya aku bisa hahahihi lagiiii... bisa nyante2 lagi... bisa menikmati masa 'mahasiswa'ku duluuuuu... aaaaaaaaaasssssiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiikkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Dalam hati kecilku aku ingin ini.. walaupun ini bertentangan dengan logika n keinginan akan 'kebanggaan'. Apalah arti sebuah kebanggaan yang harus dibayar mahal dengan kehilangan akan hal-hal indah secara tiba-tiba?&lt;br /&gt;I know that nothin's gonna last forever... tapi at least, biarkan aku mempertahankan apa yang ada dan menikmatinya, sambil mempersiapkan diri untuk hal-hal baru. Biarkan aku melakukan tugasku dengan sebaik-baiknya, daripada berusaha menyelesaikannya secepat mungkin dengan tergesa dan tertekan. Biarkan aku menghabiskan hari-hari yang masih bisa kuisi dengan senyum, santai, dan tawa.&lt;br /&gt;terakhir.. Biarkan aku dekat dulu dengan keluargaku.. the most important.. and the most precious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sekarang rasanya PLONGG!!&lt;br /&gt;weLCOME back to the normality.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-113962392747655976?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/113962392747655976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=113962392747655976&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/113962392747655976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/113962392747655976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/02/plong.html' title='PLONG !!!!'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-113937621102867922</id><published>2006-02-08T12:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:44:05.033+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>KEEP MY NEUTRALITY</title><content type='html'>I know I have to move out!Yea.. aku sudah menghabiskan waktu 1 bulan untuk bertahan dan berdiam dalam ruanganku sendiri. Tidak secara fisik memang... hanya di kedalaman hati. Everybody’s gonna experience the same thing with me.. I’m not the only person who feel this bad feeling... I shouldn’t be so annoying! Dunia terus berjalan.. hidup terus berputar.. (eh, kebalik ya? Hehehe...) SEMANGAT SEMANGAT SEMANGAATT!!!&lt;br /&gt;And good words from the movie “VINA BILANG CINTA” (yea.. I try to keep watching every Indonesian movies.. juz to analize and observe how good my people do wakakaka.. sok-sok’an..)“Jangan pernah menyesali hidup karena manusia tidak diberi pilihan lain, kecuali menjalani dengan sebaik-baiknya”“ Dan jangan pernah pula menyesali cinta. Karena... CINTALAH YANG MEMILIH KITA. Berbahagialah mengenang cinta yang pernah hinggap di hatimu, berbanggalah dengan perasaan cinta yang tulus.. karena sesungguhnya cinta yang tulus tidak pernah menyakiti, tapi semakin menyadarkanmu akan arti cinta sejati.... Kasih yang tak ternilai dari Yang Kuasa..”&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya aku lagi bingung musti gimana n musti ngapain. Semua hal seperti mengarahkanku pada sesuatu sehingga aku melakukannya. Tapi pada saat yang bersamaan, sesuatu itu BELUM PASTI! Apakah ini keinginan semata? Atau harapan yang sia-sia? Atau... sebuah pertanda dari jejak-jejak yang ditinggalkan Tuhan untuk kita? (hwaaa... gubrakz... Gede Prama banggetttsss... ). Pikiran manusia memang terbatas sih... dan pengetahuanku tentang keberadaan ini jg masih dangkal... so the learning today...God knows what best for us, coz God loves us..All I need to do is... trust, resign, and love all God’s creation....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-113937621102867922?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/113937621102867922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=113937621102867922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/113937621102867922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/113937621102867922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/02/keep-my-neutrality.html' title='KEEP MY NEUTRALITY'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-113840734368132932</id><published>2006-01-28T07:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:44:05.035+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>My footprint..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://justflo.blogspot.com/"&gt;.The key of resignation...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's very important, easy, but difficult to understand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang bisa kulakukan hanyalah melakukan yang terbaik untuk semuanya dan atas semua yang menjadi tugasku, tidak berpikir terlalu jauh tentang masa depan, dan menjalani yang memang harus kulalui.&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang terbaik untukku, siapa yang tahu? Jalan mana yang sebenarnya paling tepat untuk kutempuh, siapa yang bisa memastikan? Nasib yang sudah digariskan oleh Tuhan yang kuasa, siapa yang bisa meramal dengan pasti?&lt;br /&gt;Terkadang rencana bisa sekejap berubah. Segala proyeksi tentang hari esok, bisa hancur.. luluh lantak. Mungkin aku sedikit terkejut... tapi sekali lagi.. Yang ku bisa hanya melakukan yang terbaik. Untukku.. Untuk semuanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku memang merasakan tanda2 yang disinyalkan oleh keberadaan. Walaupun tak pasti dan aku tak bisa menjamin.. ada sedikit kekhawatiran dalam relung-relung hati yang paling dalam. Untuk menghadapi apapun yang ada di depan mata, hanya satu kuncinya: &lt;strong&gt;kepasrahan pada yang Kuasa..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruskah aku bertahan dalam kemapanan? Atau berjuang menjalani hal baru? Meski hal yang baru itu berarti derita, kelelahan, dan luka-luka yang harus siap kuhadapi. Meski hal baru itu berarti perpisahan dengan kondisi yang sudah cukup menenangkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sadar tak ada yang abadi.. termasuk situasi, teman, dan kepemilikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.. guide me always... I really dont know what to do without you by my side...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-113840734368132932?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/113840734368132932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=113840734368132932&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/113840734368132932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/113840734368132932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-footprint_27.html' title='My footprint..'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-113720729393184397</id><published>2006-01-14T09:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:00:10.728+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>My footprint..</title><content type='html'>I dont know what to do...&lt;br /&gt;Feel so empty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada sudut hati yang terisi rongga besar, dan udaranya pun tak segar. Aku berlari mengejar hari, seolah ingin mencapai mimpi.. padahal mimpi yang mana? Harapan tentang orang yang disayang pupus sudah.. aku tau aku harus iklas, tapi she's precious!&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa harus ada malam setelah siang? mengapa harus ada perpisahan? Aku tidak menangisi bunda.. paling tidak doaku terkabulkan. dia telah bebas dari penyakitnya.&lt;br /&gt;Aku menangisi diriku sendiri.. dan aku menangisi keluargaku. Ayahku tercinta..&lt;br /&gt;Aku menangisi kenangan manis yang telah berlalu. Aku merindukan kebersamaan yang akan membuatku sangat nyaman.. aku menangisi kasih sayang yang harus hilang di dunia.&lt;br /&gt;Hilang di dunia memang... tapi tidak di hatiku. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkadang aku benci diriku sendiri yang tak bisa tersenyum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-113720729393184397?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/113720729393184397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=113720729393184397&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/113720729393184397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/113720729393184397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-footprint.html' title='My footprint..'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-113688130280848011</id><published>2006-01-10T15:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:00:10.728+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>Bunga terakhir...</title><content type='html'>dulu ini lagu kesukaan Mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaulah yang pertama menjadi cinta&lt;br /&gt;Tinggalah kenangan&lt;br /&gt;Berakhir lewat bunga&lt;br /&gt;Seluruh cintaku untuknya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bunga terakhir... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kupersembahkan kepada yang terindah&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai satu tanda cinta untuknya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunga terakhir...&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi satu kenangan yang tersimpan&lt;br /&gt;Takkan pernah hilang 'tuk selamanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betapa cinta ini sungguh berarti&lt;br /&gt;Tetaplah terjaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selamat tinggal kasih &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kau telah pergi selamanya...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuhan... jaga mamaku baik-baik ya... Maafkan segala kesalahan mama ya Tuhan...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;amin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-113688130280848011?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/113688130280848011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=113688130280848011&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/113688130280848011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/113688130280848011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/01/bunga-terakhir.html' title='Bunga terakhir...'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-113616096111910676</id><published>2006-01-02T07:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:44:16.266+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>NEw of Everythin!</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. I remember time when it came time for 'countdown', i see someone drinking from the pippet, pure water, thirsty, and innocent. The one I love..&lt;br /&gt;I hope she recover soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everybody.. HAPPY NEW YEARRR 2006!&lt;br /&gt;nothin special in the celebration..&lt;br /&gt;but special for me, coz I hope for a bright future.. the better of me.. God bless Us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the resolution is...&lt;br /&gt;1. more disciplin&lt;br /&gt;2. more open the heart&lt;br /&gt;3. more positive thinking&lt;br /&gt;4. more resign..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-113616096111910676?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/113616096111910676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=113616096111910676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/113616096111910676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/113616096111910676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-of-everythin.html' title='NEw of Everythin!'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-113529755476607727</id><published>2005-12-23T07:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:00:10.728+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>Yesterday is MOm'sDay...</title><content type='html'>kemaren tiba2 smua hal membicarakan tentang ibu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mulai dari aku buka mata, nyalain radio.. prambors lagi mewawancarai ibunya BIMbim slank, dan aku sibuk menelusuri kata demi kata yang terurai oleh desta dan ari. bolehkah terus terang kalo aku iri pada slank yang punya ibu dan manajer seperti itu?&lt;br /&gt;lalu agak siang.. di tivi.. smua acara musiknya menampilkan tema2 ibu.. yang kuingat 'ceriwis' dimana semua personel bandnya dibuka rahasianya oleh ibu masing2. Cute..&lt;br /&gt;Dan sorenya.. radio lagi.. 'istacalista' (gak sengaja aja) ada kuis dimana penelpon harus menceritakan kenangan manisnya dengan ibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku iri..&lt;br /&gt;Aku rindu ibu..&lt;br /&gt;Dan semuanya membuatku membayangkan.. kapankah aku akan merasakan apa yang mereka rasakan tentang ibu? bagaimana mereka mengungkapkan kata 'happy mom's day' dengan mata yang berbinar.. dengan hadiah-hadiah yang akan membuat ibu mereka terharu.. Dan aku? Aku bertanya pada diriku sendiri.. mengapa nasib membuatku tidak bisa melakukan ini? No, i'm not regret.. aku tidak marah pada nasib yang memang sudah digariskan Tuhan untukku. Yang kubisa sebagai manusia yang mencintaiNya, hanya menerima dan berserah. pasrah. kalau mungkin saat ini belum bisa, mungkin suatu saat nanti.. tapi aku tak kan pernah berhenti berharap.&lt;br /&gt;"mom.. I love you so much!"&lt;br /&gt;Paling tidak untuk saat ini.. aku hanya akan tersenyum2 saja melihat acara2 tivi kemaren.. dan lalu membayangkan.. apa ya yang kira2 akan mama buka tentang rahasiaku? atau.. kenangan manis mana ya yang akan kuceritakan di radio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.. please.. juz.. make my MOm happy.. with your way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-113529755476607727?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/113529755476607727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=113529755476607727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/113529755476607727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/113529755476607727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2005/12/yesterday-is-momsday.html' title='Yesterday is MOm&apos;sDay...'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-113489672615739350</id><published>2005-12-18T16:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T16:01:04.823+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Rhythm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>Kelinciku...</title><content type='html'>Lagu ini.. dinyanyikan oleh orang terkasih.. dan hampir membuatku meneteskan air mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelinciku.. kelinciku.. kau manis sekali&lt;br /&gt;Melompat kian kemari.. sepanjang hari..&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin menemani.. sepulang sekolah..&lt;br /&gt;Bersamamu lagi.. menari-nari..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanya 4 baris lagu.. but mean so much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-113489672615739350?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/113489672615739350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=113489672615739350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/113489672615739350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/113489672615739350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2005/12/kelinciku.html' title='Kelinciku...'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-113478678821319306</id><published>2005-12-17T09:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:48:04.793+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sensitivity'/><title type='text'>bila ku jatuh cinta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/florish/kucingku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="183" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/florish/kucingku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kuingin bukan cinta yang naïf&lt;br /&gt;Bukan pula cinta yang egois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ku ingin bila ku jatuh cinta nanti…&lt;br /&gt;Cintaku akan menyejukkan jiwa&lt;br /&gt;Cintaku akan menenangkan&lt;br /&gt;Dan tulus.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Kuingin dia yang kucintai...&lt;br /&gt;Tidak menggelisahkanku,&lt;br /&gt;tapi&lt;br /&gt;Meneduhkanku...&lt;br /&gt;Mendewasakanku&lt;br /&gt;Menjagaku...&lt;br /&gt;Menghidupkanku.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hingga akhirnya...&lt;br /&gt;Kuingin...&lt;br /&gt;Bila ku jatuh cinta nanti..&lt;br /&gt;Cintaku adalah wujud sayangku pada dunia&lt;br /&gt;syukurku pada yang Kuasa&lt;br /&gt;Dan semakin mendekatkanku pada Nya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-113478678821319306?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/113478678821319306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=113478678821319306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/113478678821319306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/113478678821319306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2005/12/bila-ku-jatuh-cinta.html' title='bila ku jatuh cinta...'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-113457080711165188</id><published>2005-12-14T21:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:52:28.843+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>I know it's d'Best..</title><content type='html'>Yea... i've already chosen the decission.. now internet is not free anymore for me. That's definetely allrite.. I still can use the 'free connection' if I want.. i still have a 'happy hour' and access.. But that's not gonna bother me so much.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so much crazy on internet like I used to..&lt;br /&gt;at least.. maybe I still need some chats.. some posting.. or somekind prendster maniacs... and I still can do all those things after I kuit. rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am I crazy on become cashier or customer service like in my office? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear all friends...&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you all.. please dont forget me.. please still give attention on me though it's by offline. okay?&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad this nite...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-113457080711165188?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/113457080711165188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=113457080711165188&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/113457080711165188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/113457080711165188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-know-its-dbest.html' title='I know it&apos;s d&apos;Best..'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17101781.post-113430454928225449</id><published>2005-12-11T19:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:52:28.843+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Memories'/><title type='text'>am I ready for the NEW DECISSION?</title><content type='html'>mmm.. siap gak ya kalau aku kuit dari kerja'an ini? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17101781-113430454928225449?l=justflo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/feeds/113430454928225449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17101781&amp;postID=113430454928225449&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/113430454928225449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17101781/posts/default/113430454928225449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justflo.blogspot.com/2005/12/am-i-ready-for-new-decission.html' title='am I ready for the NEW DECISSION?'/><author><name>Flo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638248119810298011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Xh_1SHjVvk/SfbOsOxxd4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DpKRfuxuqmk/S220/di+paser+baroe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
