<?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-7495030903908344130</id><updated>2011-08-02T02:18:19.154+07:00</updated><category term='I LOVE YOU ALL (:'/><category term='the bugs loves me creepy'/><category term='cerpen'/><category term='tompi'/><category term='welcome to my platform &quot;elizabethtown&quot;'/><category term='mara~'/><category term='unblafable'/><category term='him oh him'/><category term='apa kata dunia'/><category term='m e m o i r s'/><category term='something to mock at'/><category term='err'/><category term='nerdy~hooliday'/><title type='text'>SERENDIPITY</title><subtitle type='html'>YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-2305699659975649862</id><published>2010-04-25T09:29:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T09:30:31.404+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement</title><content type='html'>I'm deleting this blog soon, but I'm making another one. There's something wrong with this account, so check out my new ones : maraduhita.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-2305699659975649862?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/2305699659975649862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=2305699659975649862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/2305699659975649862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/2305699659975649862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2010/04/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-3523454705959666020</id><published>2008-06-27T22:12:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T22:23:28.119+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='err'/><title type='text'>gaol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anak gaol?&lt;/em&gt; hahaha parah deh orang jakarta beserta segala sinetron dan vilm yang suka asal acak adul itu suka gk sadar kalo kasih pengaruh gede &lt;strong&gt;~and i mean really big&lt;/strong&gt; change ke orang2 daerah. ih sok metropolis banget sebutan gw ; maksudnya orang outside jakarta! sebut aja medan surabaya and around it. bahkan surabaya aja masih nggak semetropolis jakarta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;td mamaku sayang tiba2 tanya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"kamu suka tinggal disini apa di surabaya?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;prefer&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt; ; in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jakarta&lt;/span&gt; dengan segala kemetropolisannya dan ketidakberesannya tp ada sisi jakarta yang really amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but still&lt;/em&gt; i'm &lt;strong&gt;soo proud&lt;/strong&gt; that i was born in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;surabaya&lt;/span&gt; ;) &lt;em&gt;arek suroboyo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kemaren gw dan seorang teman melakukan some kind of little observation. orang2 di luar jakarta cenderung mencoba &lt;em&gt;~they even try too hard dear &lt;/em&gt;buat jd gaol kaya orang jakarta. in their own way actually ; yang mana buat kita jd terdengar &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aneh konyol sok kenal dan sok imut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;seriously ; i mean it! this is really happening.. maksudnya buat apa gitu? emang sih mereka pasti udaa lebih kenal sm dunia luar *plus luar negeri jg tp kenapa mesti gt coba? disini kalo lo ngasih comment atau email di situs ke orang gk lo kenal ; pasti ada udang di balik batu. kalo mereka pake kerikil! jd udangnya tetep keliatan dari awal.. &lt;em&gt;~apa sih ini?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway ; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mereka biasanya pake kata &lt;strong&gt;gw&lt;/strong&gt; jadi &lt;strong&gt;guw &lt;/strong&gt;, terlalu banyak pake &lt;strong&gt;tanda baca nggak penting&lt;/strong&gt; , pake kata &lt;strong&gt;aku&lt;/strong&gt; jd &lt;strong&gt;akuw&lt;/strong&gt; atau &lt;strong&gt;aquwh &lt;/strong&gt;, dan makin banyak singkatan lain. yang paling dahsyat? di belakang kata dipake &lt;strong&gt;"zzz"&lt;/strong&gt; sebagai akhiran. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;seriously?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps ; maav jika ada pihak-pihak yang tersinggung&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/7495030903908344130-3523454705959666020?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/3523454705959666020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=3523454705959666020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/3523454705959666020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/3523454705959666020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/06/gaol.html' title='gaol'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-4025285565239760521</id><published>2008-06-27T21:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:18:36.061+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apa kata dunia'/><title type='text'>drama sabun kdrt di rumah tetangga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gw udaa tinggal disini kira2 mau delapan tahun lah &lt;em&gt;~eh apa udah malah?&lt;/em&gt; udah deng lagi jalan sembilan teman semua! ;) nah sejak hari pertama gw dateng;gw udaa sadar kalo tetangga gw yg udaa tua dan gk punya anak itu kayanya nikah bener2 dengan dasar nasib deh.. oh dear &lt;em&gt;cintanya ketinggalan&lt;/em&gt;. nah terus semakin lama semakin kasar semakin dahsyat dan semakin menambah sakit telinga yg denger ; dan gw persis di sebelah rumahnya dong. teriakan di dalam rumah sih intensitasnya udaa jauh lebih berkurang! hahaha. &lt;strong&gt;tapi &lt;/strong&gt;jangan tanya setiap hari jam 5 sore ; kalo lo ke rumah gw lo mesti denger hiburan di samping itu. si tante merasa dia yg telah berhasil kerja &lt;em&gt;in case si suami lebih tua dan males gitu&lt;/em&gt; jadi dia wajib kudu dilayani dengan sangat baik sekali tiap pulang ke rumah. jangan tanya gmn dia ke suaminya ; &lt;em&gt;kaya kacungnya&lt;/em&gt; sumpah. &lt;strong&gt;nah &lt;/strong&gt;si oom ini suka terlalu baik hati dan minjemin uang sana sini kepada para tukang sayur di pasar! tahu nggak apa timbal baliknya? &lt;strong&gt;sayuran&lt;/strong&gt;. jd di rumahnya suka numpuk sayur2an yang bahkan gk dimasak! &lt;em&gt;mubasir banget dong&lt;/em&gt;... si tante sendiri melihara anak kucing putih yang pake bel merah gitu ; diambil dr jalanan! padahal dia tau si oom benci berat sm yang namanya &lt;strong&gt;kucing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jd jam 5 sore?&lt;/strong&gt; si tante yang pulang dari BEJ capek gedor2 pintu yang digembok sm suaminya. suaminya jg lelet banget disuruh buka pintu;tantenya gk sabaran. jd teriakan si tante teriakan jawab si oom sm ketokan gembok si pintu &lt;em&gt;~simfoni sore hari gw banget deh&lt;/em&gt;. terus kalo udaa dibuka si oom nih yang disuruh markir masukin mobil! bukannya ditinggal terus dia mandi apa kek ; si tante tetep di depan pintu smbl teriak2 jd tukang parkir dadakan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;great banget kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;”kiri.. kanan! awas dong itu ; bego!”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;~beuh semua umpatan muncul lah pokoknya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bagian yang miris sekaligus lucu adalah setiap pagi si oom selalu nganter istrinya smp berangkat smbl berpesan &lt;strong&gt;”phone me yaa!”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~wanna know something?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;gw rasa si oom gk pernah ditelvon...&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/7495030903908344130-4025285565239760521?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/4025285565239760521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=4025285565239760521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/4025285565239760521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/4025285565239760521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/06/drama-sabun-kdrt-di-rumah-tetangga.html' title='drama sabun kdrt di rumah tetangga'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-5127792206516524059</id><published>2008-06-27T21:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:15:35.558+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unblafable'/><title type='text'>circus!</title><content type='html'>i have a ten-years old sister. just one;trust me &lt;strong&gt;cukup&lt;/strong&gt; satu. kalopun ada sodara lagi gw pengen nyok gw ngelahirin &lt;em&gt;anak cowok yang langsung umur 19 tahun&lt;/em&gt; ~biar jd kakak gw hahaha. td pagi kita berdua udaa berkali2 diteriakin nyok buat langsung mandi;gk ada yang beranjak. yang ada? &lt;strong&gt;kita malah nonton sirkus!&lt;/strong&gt; bukan di depan rumah dong.. di tv. itu cowok lagi beratraksi pake 2 tongkat dan topi. tahu adek gw bilang apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si adek~gebleg : ah gini doang masa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gw langsung nangkep kalo dia salah paham ini acara apa&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;~sisters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw : dek..&lt;br /&gt;gw : ini bukan acara &lt;strong&gt;sulap&lt;/strong&gt; dong ini &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sirkus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;si adek~masih gebleg : oh yaampun! &lt;em&gt;~dan dia ketawa ngakak setengah mati&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;atas kebodohannya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw : aku jg bisa tuh gitu&lt;br /&gt;si adek~curiga kakaknya mulai error : halah!&lt;br /&gt;gw : blum selesai.. &lt;strong&gt;kalo &lt;/strong&gt;tongkatnya banyak tp ;p&lt;br /&gt;si adek~gk ngerasa digoblogin : hahahhahaha... &lt;em&gt;~dan teruslah berlanjut ketawanya itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;gw : dek..&lt;br /&gt;si adek~bengong ngeliatin tv : &lt;em&gt;haa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;gw : aku mau cari bule ah&lt;br /&gt;si adek~bangun dr posisi selonjoran : mau ngapain!? &lt;em&gt;~kok dia panik sih?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw : mau gw kawinin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan terus gw langsung mandi.&lt;br /&gt;sampe gw selesai mandi ; adek gw itu belum berhenti ketawa. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mengagumkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-5127792206516524059?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/5127792206516524059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=5127792206516524059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/5127792206516524059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/5127792206516524059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/06/circus.html' title='circus!'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-2829926658948176460</id><published>2008-06-27T21:08:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:23:05.668+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerdy~hooliday'/><title type='text'>jimat ; jimat pencari cinta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 days ago&lt;/strong&gt;;i was just having &lt;strong&gt;my date&lt;/strong&gt; with my dearly~sweet friend. &lt;strong&gt;myrna savani ryzkiria&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha ;) first of all kita maen bultang di gor deket rumah bareng aby sm gaby. at the end of the day &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kita berkesimpulan&lt;/span&gt; jangan2 si aby sm gaby ntar smp married lg! sumpah gk ada hubungannya sama bulutangkis. &lt;strong&gt;next&lt;/strong&gt; daripada bosen melanglang buana di rumah gw putuskan untuk bermain ke rumah myrna. kita jalan kaki kurang lebih 2 km *lebay gw gk bisa ngitung jarak bilang aja hahaha. terus di tengah jalan kita sadar kita &lt;strong&gt;kelaparan&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mara : myr gk ada yang jual mie ayam ya?&lt;br /&gt;myrna : ada mar biasa di sebelah sana.. gw pengen sate padang&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;serius lo myr?&lt;/em&gt; sekarang siang siang? dimana coba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it turns out si abang mie ayam jg having his holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;jangn kecewa dulu;gk jauh di depan ada si abang ketupat sayur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myrna : mar mau makan gk?&lt;br /&gt;mara : myrna mau? makan aja gppa..&lt;br /&gt;myrna : bang satu yaa..&lt;br /&gt;mara : apa bedanya ketupat sayur sm lontong sayur?&lt;br /&gt;myrna : satu lontong satu ketupat! * &lt;em&gt;dalam otak gw ; penting banget bedanya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mara : yaudah deh bang bikinin dua * &lt;em&gt;perut gw udaa protes minta dimakanin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus kita jalan ke rumah myrna. udaa hampir seumur hidup itu anak tinggal sini tp dia blum pernah jalan dari depan ke rumahnya ; hahaha myrna myrna ;) dan dia bisa bilang ternyata asiks setelah jalan sm gw *&lt;em&gt;yeiy me!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love walk myr dear hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;di tengah jalan menuju istana myrna tersayang wkwk pas lagi bercanda ceria di jalan dengan sedikit banyak memalukan sebenarnya ; tp itu bukan jalan raya sih gw cuek aja. myrna tiba2 ilang di belakang gw dan muncul lagi dengan itu &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jimat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jimat? pas dia manggil gw lagi buat nunjukkin sih gw langsung seenaknya aja bilang jimat! bentuknya bulat agak lonjong ijo muda bagus gitu trus kaya ada tonjolan2 papila *gw yakin lo sering ngaca dan liat lidah lo;kaya gitu tuh. batangnya kecil lah cokelat muda banget tp berbulu. bernanah ~last part itu gw gk tau smp gw megang iuwh ;(&lt;br /&gt;myrna sm gw sibuk debat itu buah mengkudu apa bukan ~yang myrna gk tau adalah bahwa gw blum pernah liat buah mengkudu! ;p jadi gw pede2 aja ngeyel itu &lt;strong&gt;bukan&lt;/strong&gt; mengkudu. tadinya mau dibuang lg sm myrna;gw yg histeris gk ngebolehin. jangan myr;itu buat jimat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened next? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gw myrna voto2 sm itu jimat hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;as i said;gw bilang sm myrna itu jimat pencari cinta!&lt;br /&gt;”gw udaa ketemu myr..jadi buat lo aja ya? lo simpen yang bener”&lt;br /&gt;jam 4 gw masih main di kamar myrna! setelah main &lt;strong&gt;xbox&lt;/strong&gt; spongebob ~oh tuhan gw setengah mati bahagia kalo ke rumah myrna bisa main xbox. walaupun trus gw main yang race car gitu dan gw nabrak terus &lt;strong&gt;i stressed-out&lt;/strong&gt; dan gw biarkan myna aja yang main hahaha. kita buka fs cari sesuatu untuk ditertawakan. eh kita malah nemu kaya voltmeter buat ngukur kecocokan hahaha. gw tau itu buat bercandaa geli banget *tapi kami ini wanita2 penasaran (sounds like ghost hii) jadi yaa kita coba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myrna ; &lt;strong&gt;90&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mara ; &lt;strong&gt;90&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~skor tertinggi &lt;strong&gt;100&lt;/strong&gt; diraih oleh &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;angela&lt;/span&gt;! ;) hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;see? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;itu emang jimat pencari cinta! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/7495030903908344130-2829926658948176460?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/2829926658948176460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=2829926658948176460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/2829926658948176460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/2829926658948176460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/06/jimat-jimat-pencari-cinta.html' title='jimat ; jimat pencari cinta!'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-4433960519058837490</id><published>2008-06-27T21:03:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:24:22.203+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the bugs loves me creepy'/><title type='text'>here comes the flies;here comes the mosqitoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tadi gw lagi nemenin nyok ngambil mobil di bengkel ; gilaa itu mobil oren udaa *cling! lagi gitu sekarang. whaha gw yakin itu mobil kalaupun ada malem2 masih keliatan paling jelas walaupun kecil. orennya itu lhoh menyegarkan mata ;p wkwk. anyway me my mom and my sist dengan pedenya sampe di depan pintu itu bengkel di pasar jumat 12 o’clock sharp! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps ; kita lupa ini hari jumat err.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;mama : mas mau ambil mobil&lt;br /&gt;mas berkumis : wah maaf bu sama siapa ya?&lt;br /&gt;mama : ....&lt;br /&gt;(as i refresh my memory namanya seputar edi dedi atau edo ; yg jelas gk mungkin edan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya dengan besar hati kami harus nunggu 45 menit senilai satu jam pelajaran ips di sekolah yang terasa gk abis-abis entah kenapa ;( di ruang tunggu. gw udaa smp meringis kelaperan di mata gw kebayang betapa enaknya pizza dengan keju pinggirannya *err selama setengah jam. untung gw bawa novel! sayangnya gw lupa bawa roti cobek &lt;strong&gt;(yang gw tinggal di meja depan 5 menit sblum berangkat!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyway&lt;/strong&gt; ; jam setengah dua gw udaa di pondok indah mall.&lt;br /&gt;wait a minute..cerita gw kan nggak ada di pondok indah mall!? weks.&lt;br /&gt;eh exp the part kalo gw ketemu samuel rizal sm temennya yang lebih ganteng *di sogo dan gw berani sumpah &lt;strong&gt;dia ngeliatin gw.&lt;/strong&gt; setelah gw ngaca ; muka gw normal2 aja berarti gw emang &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;charming&lt;/span&gt; whahaha ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;back inside that orange-car&lt;/strong&gt; baru masuk adek gw udaa teriak2 histeris dramatis ngeliat ada 3 nyamuk di samping dia. cih padahal jelas itu nyamuk yg langsung terbang takut liat dia atau either terganggu sm teriakan dia *eh nyamuk bs denger gk sih? wonderin~ trus pas jendela dibuka langsung kabur. tuh kan bener.. adek gw punya muka jawa tp darah kolonialismenya gk ilang ckckck. well smentara gw di depan mngalami a kind of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;flashback&lt;/span&gt; ; bernostalgia kenangan gw sm para serangga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. lalat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah waktu itu lg jam olahraga. pemanasan gk penting tp jd penting karena gw keringetan berarti gw buang kalori! walau cm 5 gr kalori kali ;p terus gw lg mau ngeledek temen gw yang binal tersayang (hahaha tenang dear;i wont say your name) dan seekor lalat kurang ajar membawa karma bahkan sbelum gw lakuin. itu lalat ngetem di halte persis di ujung bibir gw. &lt;strong&gt;masaoloh&lt;/strong&gt; di otak gw ; gw gk mau nelen ludah slm seminggu. hah mati tp ntar gw gmn dong? akhirnya tnpa peduli mata2 bingung temen2 gw (dan jijik) gw buang ludah di rumput belakang *sebodo amat hidup gw penting nih! terancam~ terus gw cuci mulut 3 kali. gw lupa sm aturan 7x 7x 7x dan tahu temen gw bilang apa? &lt;strong&gt;lo cium balik aja mar lalatnya&lt;/strong&gt; ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;serius lo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. nyamuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;long live those mosqitoes&lt;/strong&gt; *gilaa gw udaa lama gk nulis lalat dlm bhs inggris;bener gk sih tuh? lagi paduan suara nih;latian buat misa tutup tahun a few weeks ago.. serius beneran karma deh slm ini kejadiannya gw sm serangga2 najis itu. gw smbil liat agenda temen gw yang sebenarnya std tp jd indah banget sm dia &lt;strong&gt;*jealous alert!&lt;/strong&gt; and then baru gw di tengah angkat kepala nyanyi and –jegg- uups! that mosqitoes already &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;inside my nose&lt;/span&gt;. dan dia gk berhenti di situ menyiksa gw ;( dia dengan pedenya ngendep di dlm hidung berasa bgd dia nguing2 terbang masih *err dan terus dia tiba2 ke tenggorokan gw! mati deh. lagi2 pilihan gw either buang ludah atau nelen. seriously guys ; gw pemakan segala tp gk seganas itu. situasi 911 memaksa gw untuk akhirnya &lt;strong&gt;nelen itu nyamuk&lt;/strong&gt;. dont ask me how did it taste like *yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 minutes ago&lt;/strong&gt; ada nyamuk masuk ke mata gw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-4433960519058837490?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/4433960519058837490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=4433960519058837490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/4433960519058837490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/4433960519058837490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-comes-flieshere-comes-mosqitoes.html' title='here comes the flies;here comes the mosqitoes'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-967588221984834878</id><published>2008-06-24T17:32:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T17:37:30.356+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hooliday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6 things this holiday must-too-doo ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;masak!&lt;/strong&gt; makanan indonesia tp ; capek makan makanan bule ah ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;olahraga! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw mau bulutangkis tenis dance ; dan gw disuruh blajar renang sm mama. err tak taukah ia anaknya tersayang ini phobia air klorit gitu!? grr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blogging!&lt;/strong&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shop-in-list! &lt;/strong&gt;tentunya di spore dan itc kuningan ; wkwk jauh abis bedanya. stupidd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;make over kamar gw tersayang! &lt;/strong&gt;termasuk nyuci boneka2 buluk yang saking sayangnya gk boleh gw cuci whaha. kasihan semua kena intimidasi gw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ke monas ke fatahillah!&lt;/strong&gt; mau ajak sonia ah gw ;) biar kita voto-voto sampe ilfil disana hahaha. ayoo son kapan kapan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-967588221984834878?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/967588221984834878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=967588221984834878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/967588221984834878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/967588221984834878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/06/hooliday.html' title='hooliday!'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-3025785786137929843</id><published>2008-06-19T14:24:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T14:41:55.157+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tompi'/><title type='text'>video-clip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last night. baru mau berangkat gitu kan ke rumah oma ; mau rosario. &lt;strong&gt;KRRING!&lt;/strong&gt; as usual si mama aja yang ngangkat. gw lagi mondar mandir kaya setrikaan kilat ; gw cari cardigan gw. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ternyata di lemari&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha. bagian bawah nggak keliatan. ungu muda. thanks to sepupu gw yang cantik bernama &lt;strong&gt;putri&lt;/strong&gt; yang bilang kalo warnanya fit in sm tank top ijo tua gw (punya nyokap sebenernya ; in no time bakal gw jajah dan gw kasih hak paten jadi punya gw tenang aja hehe) untung ketemu! soalnya kalo nggak gw udaa berencana diem diem pake cardigan abu-abu gw yang sebenernya udaa ngantri buat dicuci. tinggal semprot au de toillete yang banyak! ;p dasar jorok hehe. tp karena geli sendiri yaa nggak jadi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"mbak telvon.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;jreng jreng jreng jreng! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tau kan bunyi backsound ala film horror gitu ~ biasanya pas gini matanya lagi melotot mulut menganga trus kamera sengaja gerak cepat nge close-up muka dia. wkwk. gw udaa horor abis gitu pas jalan pelan pelan... *nggak deng &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BOONG!&lt;/span&gt; hahaha. biasa aja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ternyata dari tempat les. omigodd. kan gw mau ujian nih minggun besok [at my birthday! sialan ;( ] gw kira karna gw telat bayar uang ujian (hehehe) trus gw gk jadi ujian atau guru gw gk bisa gitulah &lt;strong&gt;DAN TERNYATA ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ayoo apa coba tebak? ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i asked to be the model for tompi's video clip. omigosh. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;kata dia sih nggak pake casting tapi mau dipilih dulu beberapa lewat foto. nah setelah proses minta referensi sama tempat les gw yang bersangkutan [karena berjasa gw sebut namanya aja yaa? hehe &lt;strong&gt;PURWACARAKA&lt;/strong&gt; ] fyi buat daftar kalo gk salah harganya 200rb tapi kalo lagi promo setengah harga! kalo mau telvon ke 021-7432423. hahaha penting bgdd deh.. yaudah terus terus jadi semalem pulang dari sana setelah doa jam setengah dua belas malem gw mesti buka email terus ngirim foto-foto itu. mati banget bingung gw yang mana! kalo pake gaya aneh aneh ntar ketauan narsis dong hahaha. yaudahlah jadi begitulah.. ada kali gw kirim lima atau enam. wkwk. eh gilaa seneng banget tapi! secara yaa~ tompi gitu. ih gw sih mau banget secara gw juga suka lagu-lagunya! hehe. siapa tau ntar setelah denger suara gw malah gw diajak duet! whaha &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NGAREP&lt;/span&gt; banget sih gw ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sialnya. gara-gara ngirim itu foto. akhirnya gw jadi seger dan baru bisa tidur jam setengah dua pagi tadi. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DOAIN GW AJA YAA ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-3025785786137929843?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/3025785786137929843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=3025785786137929843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/3025785786137929843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/3025785786137929843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/06/video-clip.html' title='video-clip'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-4534354946088021600</id><published>2008-06-19T13:44:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T14:24:26.741+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something to mock at'/><title type='text'>a permission ; in indonesia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;indonesia. &lt;strong&gt;it was morning&lt;/strong&gt;. I was with my big-old dad inside the car ; jalan dari pik mau ke sma sanur aka sekolah gw buat ngambil buku. finally ; from now on I will use the name tags which followed by 'A'. stands for the &lt;strong&gt;IPA class&lt;/strong&gt;. lagi di jalan lewat tol kebun jeruk. setengah mati mules ngeliat jalanan arus sebaliknya (arus pergi) yang setengah mati macet. padahal udaa jam setengah 8 dan semua masih &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUCK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; disitu. once again ; berlaku prinsip &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"five for ten"&lt;/span&gt; yaitu five minutes for 10 centimetres forward. hah what a morning ; what a city. &lt;strong&gt;JAKARTA&lt;/strong&gt;. i wonder if america england or singapore have this kind of view in the morning. ngebuat sakit mata ; jujur aja sih. and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i could bet&lt;/span&gt; 1000 dollars that they don't hahahaha kasihan indonesia ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;waktu itu sampe mana yaa? jalan keluar tol di seberang taman anggrek! yaap I remember. buat komunitas penduduk jakarta ; tentu taulah yaa segimana gedenya itu kompleks taman anggrek aujubillah yaampun kan? mallnya aja gede banget! dia mall terbesar di indonesia gk sih? looks like.. dan &lt;strong&gt;PERSIS&lt;/strong&gt; di sebelahnya &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEDANG&lt;/span&gt; dibangun apalahlagi yang kaya suatu apartemen *yang jelas di spanduk iklannya bukan mall lagi. &lt;strong&gt;ANOTHER apartment&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gw inget sama pelatihan kemarin yang paling berkesan ; pelatihan tentang air. walaupun boring dengan segala powerpoint itu ; i found that also interesting. also i felt TOTALLY &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. all this time gw ada di antara mereka yang lenggak-lenggok bertingkah kalo air itu terjamin for eternity. nyatanya? air got gw pun lebih jernih daripada sungai yang lewatin daerah pamulang ; juga danau yang ada di deket sini. and &lt;strong&gt;please dont&lt;/strong&gt; tell me buat ngolah air got itu jadi air minum. oh God please dont ;( tapi mata air muasalnya aqua ades itu bukan nggak mungkin buat habis atau hilang kan? karena jadi kotor juga.. bahkan air minum kaya evian gitu2 aja sekarang udaa mahal dan pasti mereka akan lebih bagus dari aqua yakan? nah terus kalo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WATER CRISIS? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and next thing you know sebotol aqua seharga 100 ribu. weks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pemandangan pagi hari orang-orang yang udaa pada mancang pondasi, beton, dengan dibantu alat-alat segede buset itu ; &lt;strong&gt;killing me. &lt;/strong&gt;mereka salah? nggak. siapa yang salah? oke. here's the list! we start from down ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;first &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yang punya rencana buat bikin&lt;/span&gt;. mereka berpikir dengan dua otak ; produsen dan konsumen. konsumen? gk pernah berhenti minta prasarana kebutuhan dan ingin sesuatu yang mewah (fyi this is talking about INDONESIAN ; tentang mental indonesia yang masih rendah sekalipun para pejabatnya) as the producer they think to always take the highest advantages and benefits! mereka pertimbangkan efek samping? not all of them ; just a few. sorry I mean.. TOO FEW. mereka tahu akibatnya? tahu! but they dont give a damn. egois? yap! once again ; that's human and that's life. tapi sebagian besar mulai sadar. and somehow sebagian besar itu kayanya nggak hidup di indonesia. kasihan.. second of all and the most! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the head-chief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dia yang punya wewenang utk mengeluarkan segala ijin. dia tahu pasti dengan segala gembar-gembor krisis air (yang nyatanya udaa terjadi di surabaya sejak 1996 karena hujan asamnya) global warming *pastilah kecuali dia hidup di goa. gw aja yang notabene gk rajin baca nonton berita kalo tentang global warming ; masih hangat banget di otak. sampe bosen malah ; but it's the FACT we have to deal with. IF we want to survive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;permission&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;some people find permission cuma buat basa-basi. in my culture ; in my family PERMISSION adalah sesuatu yang sakral. banget. ijin berarti janji. janji berarti kepercayaan. &lt;strong&gt;a permission means a trust to hold on. &lt;/strong&gt;tapi nggak semua orang nganut itu ; not even some of my friends. agak susah beradaptasi with that kind of people ; but anyway DIFFERENT MAKES PERFECT right? ;) gw malu. masa sopir tante gw lebih pinter daripada semua pejabat pejabat gila harta itu sih? dia bilang hukum di indonesia cm asal nyatet aja. kan waktu itu gw jalan ngelewatin pasar trus macet! gara-gara segala angkot dan kaki lama. gini nih gayanya indonesia ; kata dia. satu satu dibiarin dibolehin padahal ntar satu-satu itu jadi banyak trus numpuk! bener pak! sipp hhahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kaya yang tadi. nggak liat apa udaa ada bangunan TA segede gitu di sebelahnya?! masih aja bangun apartemen. semua daerah hijau makin dipangkas dipangkas sampe jadi seiprit buat nampung air hujan aja luber lagi. mana enak daerah gersang kaya gitu coba? padahal indonesia yang notabene daerah tropis harusnya justru KAYA bgd sama semua pepeohonan. paling asri paling subur *buktinya? halah malah RUSAK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;apartemen. emang ada apartemen murah? nopp! apartemen lagi-lagi buat para pelancong turis orang kaya yang terikat hidup individualis. bukan sarkatis ; tapi emang masih kurang banyak apa apartemen di jakarta?! ntar yang ada begitu selesai dibangun toh nggak kepake gk ada yang isi ; gitu kn cerita ruko-ruko yang dibangun di perumahan. gw paling benci sama developer &lt;strong&gt;si*** ma* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KEMARUK! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;semua dibangun semua tempat hijau diserok buat bangunan. gk mikir kalo yang tinggal juga butuh air? gk mikir apa kalo tempat buat nampung air hilang dipake buat bangunan-bangunan beton itu air tanah juga rusak? belum lagi industri yang ngebuang limbah seenak jidat? hah capek. they dont give a damn ; once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gw mau calonin diri jadi presiden apa menteri lingkungan hidup ah! ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;hahaha mungkin kah? i dont know. later at that time ; i hope it's not too late already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-4534354946088021600?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/4534354946088021600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=4534354946088021600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/4534354946088021600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/4534354946088021600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/06/permission-in-indonesia.html' title='a permission ; in indonesia?'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-6477149822573255023</id><published>2008-06-13T15:07:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T22:09:56.090+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='him oh him'/><title type='text'>12 06 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFk__uL54k/SFItJhRrjzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Nngt3PxL4Sw/s1600-h/12062008664+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211277360395685682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFk__uL54k/SFItJhRrjzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Nngt3PxL4Sw/s400/12062008664+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFk__uL54k/SFIs84TZFHI/AAAAAAAAADI/IdwLlbxdj3Y/s1600-h/12062008664+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFk__uL54k/SFIsxIeWWFI/AAAAAAAAADA/gtNTFu9Jt74/s1600-h/12062008663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211276941421074514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFk__uL54k/SFIsxIeWWFI/AAAAAAAAADA/gtNTFu9Jt74/s400/12062008663.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFk__uL54k/SFIsZiVQE1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/9Mz3-m-PR5k/s1600-h/12062008661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211276536045376338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFk__uL54k/SFIsZiVQE1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/9Mz3-m-PR5k/s400/12062008661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFk__uL54k/SFIsCEPmlYI/AAAAAAAAACw/S07AMCT5YMk/s1600-h/12062008657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211276132831630722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFk__uL54k/SFIsCEPmlYI/AAAAAAAAACw/S07AMCT5YMk/s400/12062008657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mara ; alex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks a lot beibs for those crazy lovely sweet daydating times :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;esp the part that it was unplanned before hehe. kind of spontanious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thanks for &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;special thanks also to :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOLARIA SUMMARECON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XXI SUMMARECON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ps : yang cuma kita tumpang lewatin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;B 2703 BN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;in other words ; mobil alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(parkiran) MCD BSD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i l u ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-6477149822573255023?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/6477149822573255023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=6477149822573255023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/6477149822573255023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/6477149822573255023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/06/12-06-08.html' title='12 06 08'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFk__uL54k/SFItJhRrjzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Nngt3PxL4Sw/s72-c/12062008664+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-6743432399065456173</id><published>2008-06-06T21:53:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T10:26:32.662+07:00</updated><title type='text'>CANON EOS 450D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rwnmphotography.com/pictures/Canon_EOS_450D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.rwnmphotography.com/pictures/Canon_EOS_450D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DREAM A` DREAM ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;less in 2 weeks and you'll be mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-6743432399065456173?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/6743432399065456173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=6743432399065456173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/6743432399065456173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/6743432399065456173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/06/canon-eos-450d.html' title='CANON EOS 450D'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-8030132526529602213</id><published>2008-06-06T20:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:33:20.641+07:00</updated><title type='text'>creative writing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the third training of this second term semester. there were 3 choices ; social research creative writing and journalism. jurnalistik laa versi indonesianya hahaha. waktu di hari-H dikasih pengarahan ; di saat yang sama kita juga harus langsung miih yang mana yang mau kita pilih buat jadi pelatihan selama 4 hari! selasa rabu kamis jumat as in 3rd to 6th june 2008 ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;first of all pengen banget ikut social research. tp firasat mengatakan segambreng bakal ikut itu! dan lagian pengen jg belajar creative writing soalnya kemaren gk ambil ekskul itu. then i wrote it down ; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;creative writing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. lagipula ikut social research ; walaupun keluar2 sekolah keliling kota kemanapun buat cari data tapi ujung2nya buat makalah dan presentasi. arrgh cuukup! cukup dua semester kemarin berkutat dengan para makalah dan presentasi yang mentingin deadline..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i need something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;besides i love writing. soo why not start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;writing is not easy. though it looks like as just write all your imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the hardest part for me all this time ; mengatur alurnya agar begitu rapi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;cause jujur saja&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; i'm in love dengan alur flashbacks&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;first day gk bawa bekal apa2 sih hehe. bukan makanan yaa ; jreng~ pkoknya yah siap sedia aja di kelas laa tunggu aja siapa yang masuk dengan berbagai bentuk yang mungkin! secara seniman yaa ; biasa kn bentuknya agak 'nyentrik' hehe. dang persis di pintu masuk muncullah si pria itu hahaha. rambut gondrong muka senior yaa kepala empat udaa sampe lah. kemeja keluar. seniman lah! hehe. hari pertama setelah perkenalan sana sini singkat padat jelas hehe (kan suruh sebutin ttl tuh ; and as usual ~ feels soo great to say out loud that i was born in surabaya NOT jakarta! :)) kita dikasih potongan cerita, searching three words and then buat 3 paragraf. 3 katanya sih boleh ; misteri tua perpustakaan. idenya sih tentang potongan2 angle mimpi gitu. entah mengapa setelah kemudian dihari kedua itu dibuat cerpen jadi malah mandek idenya dan jadi aaa~neh hahaha. judulnya REKLAME ;judul sih boleh! isinya? haah gw aja malu deh disuruh ngumpulin :( and then yang buat gw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;most interesting part &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;itu jatuh ke hari kedua waktu kita belajar tentang pembentukan karakter! latian pertama pake kirim kartu pos gitu.. to be honest ; latest and last url i made for this blog "tukang pos" inspired by the character i was imagine di dalam kartu pos. here's the letter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;hey big girl, long time no see. i've missed you so much! haha still the old me with those flirtings. bagaimana kabarmu di negara-terlalu-liberal sana? di jerman sangat nyaman setelah ditinggalkan Hitler (ps:laugh out loud). jadi apa kau sekarang? wanita dewasakah sudah? di sini, aku bertemu seorang anak muda masih semester satu universitas teknologi. suatu hari aku antarkan surat untuknya ; dari ibunya. telegram, lebih tepatnya. kamu ingat cita-cita kita waktu kecil? menjadi pasangan ballerina. Hahaha aku masih ingat wajah gadis kecil cemberut itu ; saat aku mulai lebih memilih bermain bola. nyatanya, masih banyak pria yang jatuh hari pada ballet. seperti anak muda yang tadi kusebutkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;perawakannya sangat jantan seperti pria umumnya. badan tegap. wajah kotak tanpa kacamata. paling tidak setinggi aku jaman SMA dulu. ganteng sih ; tapi masih kalah denganku. Hahaha tidak aku bohong. matanya besar meruncing dengan bola mata hijau. sekilas ada sorot yang tegas. sempat ia bilang, itu warisan ibunya. di sini sementara aku hanya memenuhi prasyarat menjadi tukang pos. awalnya risih, tapi begitu bahagia melihat ekspresi mahasiswa yang mendapatkannya. belum lagi, surat cinta. begitu pula anak muda tadi. beratus-ratus surat cinta hanya untuknya dan ia hanya pernah membalas satu. itupun sudah bubar. gadis itu tak bisa terima 'monogami'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;aku selalu melihatnya berkutat dengan tumpukan buku. dan pensil. selalu menulis di saat belajar. herannya, is hampir selalu sendirian dengan segala ketekunannya itu. entah mengapa, ia selalu tutup mulut. sampai telegram itu. hari kemerdekaan jerman ; aku ingat aku mencarinya setengah mati diantara festival di tengah pusat kota. nihil. di saat semua orang bersuka ria ia menghilang. dan aku baru bertemunya sore hari - merenung di depan air mancur. telegram itu rasanya sampai tak jadi telegram lagi. and you know? ia menangis. membaca telegram itu ; ia menangis. diremas kertas itu dan hampir tak sadar. kertas itu dirobeknya sampai remah. bukan untuk dibuang, untuk dimakan. kami duduk sampai dihampiri patroli malam, dikira pengedar. berjalan pulang dengan sepedaku ; ia berkata "jovina bunuh diri". jovina ; adik kesayangannya. selama perjalanan tak berhenti ia salahkan diri sendiri. akhirnya kuptuskan terus mengayuh menyusuri kota. semenjak kecil, ia tak pernah lepas dari jovina. adik autisnya. kesalahan terbesarnya adalah bahwa ia pergi untuk mewujudkan mimpi. mana mimpi? ia tak perduli lagi tergur dan caci maki malu keluarga ; satu-satunya pria di keluarga. penerus. justru ingin berkarir dalam balet ; yang benar saja?! dengan wajah khas arya, kukira ia asli disini. nyatanya, ia lahir di india. terlalu banyak campuran mungkin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;sekarang ia memang ballerina. sampai hari telegram kematian itu setidaknya. ia tak megeri ; sekedar mewujudnkan mimpi dan adik kecilnya harus dikorbankan. sudah 3 bulan. aku ingat saat mengantar paket untuk rektor universitas tersebut-aku tangkap percakapan wanita paruh baya yang mencari si pria. Adam namanya. sduah lama absen dari teater balet. sore ini aku akan menemuinya. ia meninggalkan kertas di pintu rumahku tadi pagi. bersama sebotol bir kosong. doakan ia baik saja. aku selalu ingat kita tiap mendengarnya bercerita. lots of hugs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;demikian gambaran cerita yang kemudian mengilhami cerpen final kedua sepuluh lembar (ps:delapan belas ribu untuk dua hari ngprint di warnet dan gw baru tau disediakan jasa print sementara di sekolah! arrgh hebat!) tapi di cerpen dengan alur campuran jadi agak pusing jugaa hehe. pas bikin ini suruh berpasangan gitu ; sekali lagi aku bersama si IKA 'binal' hahaha. dia jadi Asha ; temen baiknya si Nara aka di cowok tukang pos itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;next setelah break ; kita suruh bikin karakter utama (in my case is the postman) dengan memperhatikan pasangan kita tadi! wkwk. pas ngamatin ika dan muncul karakter itu ; physicly SERUPA banget sm alex (cowok gw red.) sumpah! hahaha. cant help.. masalahnya mereka emang sama2 batak jadi tipe wajah agak sedikit banyak serupa. detail wajah tepatnya. tapi pas dibangun karakter itu udaa campuran banget! campuran alex ika dan cowok impian ;p hahaha. and actually much of &lt;strong&gt;ADAM BRODY!&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;omigossh ; i'm soo love that adam brody (esp the o.c.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and that inilah karakternya! maav banyak hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;rambut hitam legam. rambut berombak, sedikit messy curls. 180 cm. tbuh tegap. kulit kuning langsat. alis panjang datar. bibir tipis. hidung bangir. tangan besar. jari panjang. kacamata. mata hitam bulat besar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;kuliah arsitektur di columbia, new york. 26 tahun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;kesadaran sosial tinggi. tertutup. santai. penyayang. alergi telur dan susu. bukan tipe hura-hura. ingin tahu. penakut. selalu pakai jam tangan kendor di tangan kanan. tak bisa minum alkohol. religius (kasat mata). pemikir. tak melewatkan tiap ada kesempatan. main saxophone. mandiri. suka flirting. suka gigit kuku/bibir. yatim piatu (status;anak haram). suka pakai rompi/jaket. penyuka warna merah. setia. sakit jantung (bawaan lahir). hobi main sepeda. suka nguping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;that were all then. nah trus bikin deh hasil karya final ; hah sama aja STRES bikinnya! idenya lagi gk ngalir lancar gituu :( sedih deh. ada juga bagian refreshing atau gamelah sebut aja yang lucu. jadi dia pegang bola! dia bikin satu kalimat terus ntar tiap orang yang dilempar bola harus ngelanjutin sampe jadi ceritanya. yang seru kalimat pertama ; "pria tua itu akhirnya mati juga.." hahaha itu juga yang gw pake :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;addooh ceritanya muter2 gk jelas dan maksa ~sinetron abeees hahaha geli sih tp kocak bgdd! ;p pokoknya jadi si bapaknya ini gw bilang aja punya sembilan adek. WOW banget kaan? hari gene! eh ada yang nyambung jg jd TKI lah suami bule lah ikut indonesian idol lah! wkwkw parah lah udaa hahhaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;trus td? whahah kita berkelana ke pasar modern semata! gw ngamatin kucing cina gt. yang kuning emas trus tangan kanannya bisa gerak2. kata nisa namanya kucing keberuntungan (?) dia sm tepi smp marah gara2 gw minta dianter balik ke tempat itu cm buat ngeliatin si kucing gebleg. akhirnya selain jadi itu ; gw jg jadi karung beras! (: karung beras dengan kios di depannya dijaga mas-mas gondrong ganteng! hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;oiaa kemaren nonton &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAIRSPRAY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; anyone has seen that also? i dont know. gw udaa penah nonton and i found myself soo bored to watch for the scond time. ide sih boleh ; tp masih kalah sama grease! pdhal john travolta sama michelle keliatan poll2an banget ~kenapa yaa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;trus kita bikin resensi deh berempat2. NAH kita disuruh meranin tokohnya dulu gt! mampus. dan hasil hompimpa antara gw sonia nisa menunjukkan gw yang kalah setelah 2-2 suit jepang! jadi gw sama ika harus putusin urat malu dan saling flirting di depan kelas! huaa. sialan mana mereka setelah gw sm ika nyanyi "when i saw you standing there.." no applause. comments. just stupidd ~muka2 gk ngerti maksuddnyaaa. hah kecewa sekali :( well anyway ; kelompok gw kaya lebih banyak menyampaikan argumen kritik gitu hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;trus td terakhir bikin deskripsi. berbagi alamat email (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;goodbye mr. rudy! hehe. see you next time! thanks soo soo much for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-8030132526529602213?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/8030132526529602213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=8030132526529602213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/8030132526529602213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/8030132526529602213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/06/creative-writing.html' title='creative writing!'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-806738889923758818</id><published>2008-06-06T20:05:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T20:08:03.550+07:00</updated><title type='text'>stay the same - joey mcintyre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you ever wish you were someone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were meant to be the way you are exactly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you ever say you don't like the way you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you learn to love yourself, you're better off by far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I hope you always stay the same!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause there's nothin' 'bout you I would change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think that you could be whatever you wanted to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you could realize, all the dreams you have inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't be afraid if you've got something to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just open up your heart and let it show you the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bridge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believe in yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reach down inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The love you find will set you free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believe in yourself, you will come alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have faith in what you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll make it through!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-806738889923758818?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/806738889923758818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=806738889923758818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/806738889923758818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/806738889923758818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/06/stay-same-joey-mcintyre.html' title='stay the same - joey mcintyre'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-3946048804234446846</id><published>2008-06-04T17:42:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:51:35.482+07:00</updated><title type='text'>bbm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bbm naik ; sana sini demonstrasi lalaalaaalaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;mahasiswa pula! bego. minta bbm harganya jangan dinaikin ; gk tau apa kalo sekarang itu udaa bukan cm masalah nasional tp jg masalah dunia! krisis energi krisis bbm. kendaraan makin banyak dan kalo pake batu bara disamping bbm ; malah makin jadi2 itu yang kita sebut global warming. padahal skrg di seluruh dunia memang dlm prog penghijauan bumi dan itu MEMANG HARUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;terus ngap mereka demo? asal tau ; di jaman suharto yang bisa subsidi bbm sana sini cuma tipu belaka. subsidi lancar! ngutang juga lancar banget kan jadinya? kasian sebenernya si sby ; tapi yaitu. kok bentuk kerihatinannya bikin lagu yaa? jreng jreng*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;masalahnya utang belum lunas bbm naik inflasi naik sampai sudah 11,1 % -mati aja jd sby gk bisa tidur kali yaa? bbm naik emang dikira pendapatan pemerintah naik? laah orang belinya aja mahal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hasil percakapan dengan papa (ieah) indonesia itu BUKAN kaya minyak ; tp lebih pada batu bara! pernah ada pesanan truk untuk mengangkut batu bara sampai 3oo truk dengan masing masing truk adalah 300 ton!  W O W -iaa emang wow banget. tapi kemana hasilnya? i dunno..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hah udaa mana korupsi gk beres-beres. mereka itu apa yang dipikir yaa? memang gk miris liat rakyat sendiri bisa makan cuma 3 hari sekali dengan pendidikan minimalis bahkan bisa gk ada..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;pajak. jujur skrg efek pajak udaa jauh lebih keliatan ; and that's good news. tapi balik lagi ; efeknya keliatan buat siapa? rakyat kecil yang bahkan harus ngantri buat bbm ; buat mereka bukan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;kemana fasilitas pedidikan gratis yg selama ini digembar-gemborkan? mungkin dana ada, besar! tapi sampai ke bawah? gtau deh tinggal berapa persen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;mental indonesia. semua serba salah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-3946048804234446846?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/3946048804234446846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=3946048804234446846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/3946048804234446846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/3946048804234446846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/06/bbm.html' title='bbm'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-3398349728878164393</id><published>2008-06-04T16:01:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:37:04.859+07:00</updated><title type='text'>please ; nevermind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ada seorang teman kawan sahabat ; apa sih? nggak sih -not until that point. gktau juga akankah dia membaca blog ini suatu hari nanti [eh ternyata habis ini dia baca! whaha] -well looks like NOT sih.. i dont find any other way to express this crazy-emotional feelings. oke? so here i go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this girl. pretty. well yaudah lah yaa bukan tentang itu ceritanya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyways dia cantik dia pinter ; you can count on her USUALLY. responsible. suka agak maksa dan egoisentris sih *apa pula bahasa ini? self-centered? yeaps. kinda. dia rajin ; dahsyat ahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yet i cant stand this time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;looking at her ; i know that could make hundreds of people get jealous. with all that brain and physical attention! yeaphs oke. soo how can that could possibly make her EVER EVER THINK that she's ALREADY BEEN the best of all. get the picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;kasat mata ; bakat gw sama dia beti laa (beda-beda tipis ; mav bahasa anak g4ol hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;soo it's rasional that SOMETIMES when she gets more better than i do ; that jealousy comes up to the air. but that was just happened once. 3 years ago. soo long. gw aja udaa lupa kapan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;three, nop! 4 days ago.. pkoknya dia ikut kegiatan yg sama kaya gw. there'r two. i once joined the other ; but as the commitment has to really-really start - i said to myself that SOMEHOW though it's totally totally hard cause i love both of them ; i had to made my decision. I HAD TO CHOOSE. there it was.. i chose one of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;kadang ngeliat mereka ; para old friends yang masih joining kegiatan itu enaak banget! pengen lagi gabung sama mereka. tapi harus fair karena waktunya tabrakan dan gk mungkin untuk kesana sini kaya kutu loncat seenaknya. yakan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sebelumnya masuk kegiatan yang sekarang saya geluti ; pake seleksi. and to be frank i worked quite hard on that. lalu si kakak pelatih ini pokoknya intinya bikin kebijakan tentang bahwa anak2 lain yang mau ikut belajar boleh ikut. tanpa niatan untuk menjadi eksklusif ; gw masuk pake seleksi -how could they were NOT? tp ternyata mereka ini cm ikut proses ; ntar jg diseleksi. yaudahlah toh enak juga rame-rame bareng ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEVERMIND~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;temen gw satu ini ada juga. yaudah adalah dia disana pkoknya. terus dia tadinya pas kemaren kita giat2 banget latian karna sering diminta tampil -uugh lo mesti liat! dia rajin setengah mati. latian bener2 diniatin latian.. yaudah seneng juga gitu kan. gw juga seneng kali mau tampil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;until back to few days ago ; kelas biasa. yang diajar cuma beberapa orang tim karna emang untuk event ini masih pake orang2 lama hahaha. pkoknya intinya emang dipilih bener sama si kakak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;gk sengaja waktu lagi latian dan istirahat gw gk sengaja liat mukanya. hahaha one word ; HORROR. gk enak banget jutek mals2an kaya gk niat -arrgh gitu deh! yang liat aja maaaals sumpah deh.. yaudahlah gw lagi latian gk ada sempet mikirin dia. sampe dia bilang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"eh ntar gw gk ikut yaa..ntar siang."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;simpel. reason? dia mau ikut kegiatan satunya yang jg udaa lama dia tinggalin buat kegiatan satu ini! beuh sumpah setengah mati gw gk tahan. gw aja udaa milih dan dia bisa loncat kesana kemari seenaknya?! alasan? bosen sama gerakan.. plus toh gw gk ikut untuk acara selanjutnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TWO WORDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sok tau. sok jago.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;gw koord buat next-next event. dan jelas pelatihnya bilang ke gw ; sebagaimana mungkin gw harus coba dapet ijin buat event yang next month itu biar tetep bisa rame-rame. meanwhile kita masih ada event buat next week! yang notabene rame2 dan jelas kita mesti latian dong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;others emang gk complaint tentang ini. BUT I DO. she just -has to start to make her own commitment! d***! dan jadi dia kemaren gk ikut dong. malah ikut yang satunya dengan bilang sm temen gw ; mals ah gerakannya itu mulu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"HALLO!" kita yg disini jg capek jg boosen. but we're not that selfish not that arrogant to act kaya kita udaa paling jago sedunia! senior gw bahkan latian terus. dan dia? haha. yeah right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;imprresive kan? soo self-centered. gw benci bgd orang2 kaya gini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;who acts like this tepatnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;latian gk cuma sekali langsung jadi kaya professional dong? i know she soo knows that! belum lagi baru terungkap (ceilah..) dulu dia yang gembar gembor bilang ke temen gw tadi buat rajin latian buat kegiatan yang satunya dan jangan asal bolos seenaknya harus commit ke pilihannya. ohh gitu yaa? i wonder ; dia punya kaca gk yaa di rumahnya? masa perlu gw beliin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;karna dia bahkan pernah bolos kegiatan itu td buat pacaran. wow. menjanjikan yaa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;mungkin i arrive at this very salutic emosional period karna gw iri. bukan iri tapi gw gk negrti gk terima aja ; i have to choose while she's NOT. bukan gw kemudian mau kaya dia *hell NO. but i want her to understand that's all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;dia selalu dahuluin kepentingannya ; daripada orang lain. kalo nggak? ngambek. sometimes it'll driving someone mad.. anger. haah omigodd *gw ngom orang mav mav mav bangeet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;kaya rapat kemaren. emang udaa lewat batas perjanjian waktu buat rapat ; tp bahasan kita emang lagi SEGUDANG. ngeliat ketuanya aja kasian gw udaa capek gt. itupun td gw ngobb sm si ketua -masih ada yg belum selesai dari kemaren. sementara dia udaa nafsu pulang sampe nanya pula! padahal masih ada 3 bahasan. dan kemudian? dia ngedengerin dengan muka jutek gak enakny. tau deh dia dengerin gw apa gk ; BODO! gw jg mals liat mukanya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;bad*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-3398349728878164393?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/3398349728878164393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=3398349728878164393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/3398349728878164393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/3398349728878164393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/06/please-nevermind.html' title='please ; nevermind'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-4842268494126824573</id><published>2008-06-02T06:52:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T07:35:14.421+07:00</updated><title type='text'>soulmates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;have you ever ; just once in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;REALIZE that you have a soulmate and yet you HAVE found her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;according to the encyclopedia i read ; &lt;strong&gt;soulmate&lt;/strong&gt; (or soul mate) is a term sometimes used to designate someone with whom one has a feeling of deep and natural affinity, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Friendship" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friendship"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Love" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Intimacy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intimacy"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;intimacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Human sexuality" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_sexuality"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sexuality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Spirituality" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spirituality"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;spirituality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and/or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;compatibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. A related concept is that of the twin flame or twin soul – which is thought to be the ultimate soulmate, the one and only other half of one's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Soul" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soul"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, for which all souls are driven to find and join. However, not everyone who uses these terms intends them to carry such &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Mysticism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mysticism"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mystical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Connotation" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Connotation"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;connotations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;One theory of soulmates, presented by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Aristophanes" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aristophanes"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aristophanes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Plato" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plato"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Plato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Symposium" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symposium"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Symposium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, is that that humans originally were combined of four arms, four legs, and a single head made of two faces, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Zeus" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zeus"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Zeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; feared their power and split them all in half, condemning them to spending their lives searching for the other half to complete them.&lt;br /&gt;Some followers of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="New Age" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Age"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;New Age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; religion believe that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Soul" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soul"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; are literally made and/or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Predestination" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Predestination"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; to be the mates of each other, or to play certain other important roles in each other's lives.&lt;br /&gt;According to theories popularized by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Theosophy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theosophy"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Theosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and in a modified form by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Edgar Cayce" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edgar_Cayce"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Edgar Cayce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, God created androgynous souls, equally male and female. The souls split into separate genders later, perhaps because they incurred &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Karma" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karma"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;karma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; while playing around on the earth, or "separation from God". Over countless reincarnations, each half seeks the other. When all karmic debt is purged, the two will fuse back together and return to the ultimate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;from all books and datas i've read ; NONE of them ever mentioned that soulmate could be identical with a really best best friend. they shaped this "soulmate" as someone ; whom is different gender -and that God really created him for her or in the opposite order. soulmate is talking about a partner. partner of all life. partner in crime. partner in tears. partner in greatfully situation. and that all we'll be doing -he/she will always try to learn to accept to love us as in minus and positiv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but how can i? how can i have felt that way of ALREADY FOUND my soulmates..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yet she is a girl. yet she is older than me. yet we are look alike. yet we are never be a couple FOR SURE -i mean yeah cmon we both soo normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;is it true? that soulmate was just talking about our love obsession?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;well here's another DIFFERENT between the boys and the girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;boys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -they tend to see this soulmate as someone (still) they are really loved and really having this 'soul communications' between one to another. but men or boys ; they dont see this "soulmate" as a barbie of just love obsession. not that simple. they believe that somehow God created everyone as a couple. and sometimes ; in real life this couple just cant find their way to get together in the holly marriage. but they perhaps just alive as their bestfriend. really really bestfriend. and yet they (as in men) love this women in deeper way ; and different way because they (as in women) understood him more than anyone ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;girls &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-women as the community always said ; have more anthusiasm (actually i just find the right word ; soo just say anthusiasm) in rely and role in their relationship. women in a very big number DO agree that soulmate means everyone that you will be married with. soulmate depends on that LOVE first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;soulmate..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;what is soulmate ACTUALLY about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;take and give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sacrifise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;learn to accept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;understand the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;respect -no underestimate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;they know both their world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;reliable everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;forgive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;soul commmuncation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;if they both in love -why should they only stand on that line of friendship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;if i'm being the woman -it'll be hurts ; to lose my soulmate and not having him as my husband or that i found how my husband has his own soulmate -not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it's just.. i mean-it's gonna be polluting the marriage life, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ps : eh gilaa bahasan gw BERAT bgd yaa? ahahha ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;about 2 years ago ; i felt these feelings that i've been found my soulmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;a bestfriend. a real bestfriend. a lifetime bestfriend ; i mean it's everbody's dream..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;a senior at my school. we're both actually have met for hundreds thousands of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;since elementary school to junior high we went to the same school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;when i saw her first time ever ; i  just didnt really catch the eye. not really want to know her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;when she first saw me ; she disliked my friend whose at that time -being with me. so she was thinking that i perhaps just the same as her (;my friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;well now i dont really with that old friend. hah she's that kind of two faces. liars. bullshitting around. hah i just hate that kinda girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;soo me and my soulmate met again at the 2nd junior high. first we just doing nothing to get near each another. just acting NORMAL. she was at the 3rd grade already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;both of us not really remembered when all the things were started ; how could we SUDDENLY get very very close to each other -just like we have known each other for years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;having her is best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;although some attitudes of her sometimes hurt or acceptable ; i never hate her. well once -really once i tried but i CANT. REALLY CANT. like then i missed the other half of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;she understands me best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i understand her best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;she knows what i'll be doing at many circumstances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and i definitely soo know what she'll do in sad anger disspointment or just joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;being with her always make me smile laugh and we always have thousands of story to tell about each other ; we'd never get bored. we share the hugs the shoulders and the hands to lean on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;AMAZING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;right now ; she's no longer in jakarta. soo many time i miss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;she really can burried my minus and bad habbits ; like being completed by her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and i guess that's also what she feels about me ; yeaps she told me once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;she's a great girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sometimes i want to be her ; having her independent life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;how lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;well i guess somehow someday i'll find my own independent ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;is she really my soulmates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but one thing clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;she always know when i'm sad happy glad -through distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and when she's sick or hurts i could felt that through hundreds of kilometres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we have this soul communication really well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and sometimes when she has her bad times ; i was having mine also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;love you mel ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;bbbff. as what we've promised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-4842268494126824573?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/4842268494126824573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=4842268494126824573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/4842268494126824573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/4842268494126824573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/06/soulmates.html' title='soulmates'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-3383057263851467180</id><published>2008-05-31T19:47:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T21:11:26.631+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hide and seek with the death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;die. died. death. dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;all those words are similiar to the life after this life we've been through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;again, died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;have you you afraid of the death? or the angels that they called "death eaters" as in HARRY POTTER? have you afraid of them. people with less faith in God would easily terrified of the death ~yeah that's what the community USUALLY said. but just c'mon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;if that was talking about YOURSELF ~YOUR death, that's still acceptable. but if it is talking about someone else. someone near you. someone who has been with you since the day you say "ta..ta..". someone you lost. then it has already connected to a lost. a BIG LOST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;everyone everybody has always tried their best to minimalize the possibilities of losing someone or something they love. LOVE is just something soo big and soo undescribeable and that word has its own antonyms ; which called LOST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"LOST IN LOVE" ~another drama film about a girl with two boys running after each others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;another indonesian mellow movie ~with soo PREDICTABLE ends and script! soo indonesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;nop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;okee i believe there're some parts of your life when you experience this "LOST IN LOVE" thing. but LOST never followed the word LOVE. when you LOVE ~the last thing on earth you want to feel is that LOST. and when you LOST ~you can feel that LOVE stays deep down inside but at the same time it flies away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;PARENTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;they are the first you see in the world. first one to kiss you to hug you. first one to tell you what is life about. what is a cat a spoon a fork ; how to sing how to walk how to run or ride a bike. they are the first to argue you to laugh at you to do all those stupid things to show how much they love you even more then their own lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;having a boyfriend ~sometimes at very touching times makes me imagine or wonder how IF [but sure does i REALLY REALLY REALLY DONT WANT THAT TO BE HAPPENING!] he left me someday. sick and then passed away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;tears. crying all night long for a month and perhaps more ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but that's really whats gonna HAPPEN IF i lost him. then i lost a part of my heart and soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;cos a lovers should be a soulmate, shouldnt they? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but then one day on a way home ; in the car. i accidentaly watch my sister my mom my dad. how IF they whom passed away ~someday? someday they'll be, wont they? but i'll also never know when and i dont want to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;LIERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha nop. i want to know when. soo i'll make all my precious time with them. the best that they could get and the best from me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i just started to THINK. i have NEVER EVER think about HOW IF THEY DIED FASTER than i could predict? have i thanked them by then? have i hugged them kissed them and said "i love you" for thousands of time by that? i hope YESS. i hope i have already forgiven after all the mistakes and jealousies i have been made. I HOPE. but what i hope most ; THEY WOULD NEVER GONE );&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but that would be meaningless right? somehow it'll happened at a time. also for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;no one could possibly know when they'll die or that someone'll die. but EVERYONE could feel it by themsleves ~deep inside their souls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"never gone.. never far.. in my heart is where you are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;always close. everyday. every step along the way..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;death usually caused by those sicknesses ; or just because they've already too old. or as the fairytale books said "their job in the world have finished!" but everyone ~in my own opinion always have this neverending dreams ; never been satisfied. soo is it really TRUE that their duties have all been accomplished?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as the old man sais ; "you'd better faced the DEATH than faced years of dying in sickness..."pain. sickness caused pain ~yeapp sure does. at some point of life, DEATH actually bring its own person to some kind of joy ; plus the fact that they would gathered back with their Father (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;have you afraid of the death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have. not just about MINE but all the people surround me. the most HATED THING in my life is LOST. yeapp i cant stand a lost. even just by a piece or just one point at my life. a tiny little spot or tears could ruined your day ~that's what my LOST would be.. disaster. BIG disaster for me.i cant stand a LOST ~to be honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;of family. my dreams. bestfriends or just friend. sweethearts (: my favourite and historical things. those are always important. ALTHOUGH i'm not that kind of very expressive girl. sometimes i hated that fact. really. but that's the fact i'm living with. soo i'll show that LOVE with another thousand of ways. although sometimes that's soo hard to accept as a careness.but dont ignore that LOVE. rejoice the LOVE before the LOST come more nearby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;before you ever regret those times~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we've always played HIDE&amp;amp;SEEK with the death. accidentaly or not ~but that's what've happened for centuries! those sickness ; doctors scientists ~they've always tried to find the CURE how hard it gets (; amazing. then comes the unpredictable natural disasters ; another way of taking someone else's live... the answer is simply easy. LOST. not just me but all of people of humans in the world ; AFRAID and still CANT EVER STAND the death. THE LOST (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;never mind ; it's HUMAN anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-3383057263851467180?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/3383057263851467180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=3383057263851467180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/3383057263851467180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/3383057263851467180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/05/hide-and-seek-with-death.html' title='hide and seek with the death'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-5437117170636057667</id><published>2008-05-30T20:59:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T06:52:25.494+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mara~'/><title type='text'>medley puisi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adakah suatu hari,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laut membentang di batas atmosfir?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dalam bayang mega,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sang ombak menyapu awan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sisakan jejak pasir tanpa nada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bukankah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bulan merindu dalam bayang gerhananya?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rusuki jiwa,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gelisahkan sunyi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;berbisik ankara nan kasat mata.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;menyusup.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;menunggu di antara agar tak dikenal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;berkelebat ribuan kata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dibebat aturan tetua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;jadi per klausa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;beberapa tak selaras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;menggantung dipaksa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;terkadang ada sudah di tanduk bibir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ya disana saja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;berputar di tempat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dikejar waktu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ya disana saja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;merengkuh angan kabut yang berlari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tak pasti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lihat ultraviolet dibayang sagu kabut.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;terik dibalik megah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;menyapaku,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pada lentik anggun tak bernamanya.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jejak petaka jejaka memantul maya,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saat satu tarik nafas luruh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sorga apa ini bernyawa kata syeitan?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-5437117170636057667?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/5437117170636057667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=5437117170636057667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/5437117170636057667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/5437117170636057667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/05/medley-puisi.html' title='medley puisi'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-2700701074221464030</id><published>2008-05-30T20:52:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T21:29:29.313+07:00</updated><title type='text'>asah~otak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey kamu!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kali ini saya mengajak Anda yang mengaku pintar dengan IQ di atas 125 dan dengan keseimbangan otak antara kanan dan kiri untuk sedikit saja bergabung dalam asah otak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;isi blog selanjutnya adalah tentang &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"TRIO DUET BOLANG!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;bagaimana? itu jugalah soal asah otak Anda kali ini!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sudah melihatnya? bagian mana yang aneh atau janggal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anda mau tau jawabannya?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nantikan blog selanjutnya di TRIO DUET "BOLANG" ! (;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-2700701074221464030?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/2700701074221464030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=2700701074221464030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/2700701074221464030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/2700701074221464030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/05/asahotak.html' title='asah~otak!'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-680019075515772902</id><published>2008-05-30T20:00:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T21:27:57.255+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I LOVE YOU ALL (:'/><title type='text'>TRIO DUET "BOLANG"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;selamat datang di kunci jawaban! hahaha (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;gk penting sih ini secara jawabannya sangat mudah ditebak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JAWABANNYA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; adalah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perhatikan pada bagian judul SEKALI LAGI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;"TRIO DUET BOLANG"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang bener aja.. TRIO kan bertiga ; DUET berdua. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sejak kapan TRIO sm DUET nyampur jadi satu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ;p hahaha. bagaimana? luluskah Anda dalam asah otak pertama ini? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;dan berikut ini liputan tentang tiga artis ternama terbaru kota seberang ; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BESPAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BESPAM ada di pesisir jawa barat! tepatnya diantara jalan bsd dan pamulang! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;trio duet ini terbentuk sebagai akibat kebosanan kepenatan dan kebosanan melewati jalan yang sama selama 7x seminggu 365 hari! ini jugalah bentuk kritik bag para pejabat tinggi daerah dan negara untuk memperbaiki sepangjang ruas jalan pamulang menuju bsd yang TIDAK KARUAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;selama kurang lebih 7x 365x 4x (dibaca) ; 7 kali 365 hari selama 4 tahun! kami (baca ; TRIO DUET BOLANG) harus melewati ruas jalan yang sama untuk sampai ke sekolah "green jail' kami tercinta tersayang tersebals a.k.a sma santa ursula bsd. sejak smp kami telah bersama2 di santa ursula ini. berikut liputan dari wawancara langsung bersama salah satu anggotanya yang telah sampai ke kancah internasional!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TRIO DUET BOLANG ini baru terbentu sekitar 2 hari yang lalu ; tp mereka sudah sangat menggeluti peran dan dunia tarik suaranya masing-masing. mereka setiap saat selalu berkolaborasi menyanyikan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tiga lagu yang sama dengan aliran mereka yang berbeda-beda. keandalan mereka adalah menjadikan suatu melodi yang tetap merdu! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;berikut adalah anggota TRIO DUET "BOLANG" ; TRIO DUET "BOcah pamuLANG"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*first! GITA KETAWA ; aliran musik klasik dengan suara sopran ~ nama kampung ; mara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*second! DEWI BERISIK ; aliran musik dangdut dengan suara seksi ~ nama kampung ; gaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*third! MYRDIL ; aliran musik rock dengan suara serak garang ~ nama kampung ; myrna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;myrna &lt;/span&gt;punya dua nama panggung sebenarnya ; satu lagi adalah MYRNA ES CENDOL [??] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;saat ini mereka baru duduk di kelas x sma santa ursula bsd. WOW! hebat bukan? mereka sangat aktif berlatik setiap ada kesempatan bertemu dan khususnya saat dalam perjalanan pulang melewati jalan fav mereka ; jalan error ala pamulang dua! walaupun bechek bolong kiri kanan tak cukup menghalangi keuletan dan giatnya mereka berlatih! khususnya untuk DEWI BERISIK yang membutuhkan sentuhan-sentuhan 'goyangan' dalam suaranya ; ini justru membawa suatu keuntungan! saat ditanya lagu apa yang kira-kira menjadi HITS mereka ; mereka serempak menjawab via telepon "WONDERWOMAN!" mereka sangat menyukai musik ini dan menurut mereka ini lagu terbaik dalam kancah TRIO DUET mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lagu favorit DEWI BERISIK adalah "terlena" dan "matahari-agnes monica" versi dangduts. sementara GITA KETAWA tentu saja menyanyikan lagu-lagu "kembang perawan" dan "dua hati menjadi satu" seperti kembarannya gita gutawa. sementara MYRDIL tetap dalam jalur rock nya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mereka sementara ini berencana go public by underground dulu. mereka sudah terikat secara lisan satu sama lain bahwa mereka tidak akan teken kontrak dengan satu pun brand musik. mereka akan terus berkiprah di dunia musik indie! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUDLUCK GUYS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hahhaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-680019075515772902?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/680019075515772902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=680019075515772902&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/680019075515772902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/680019075515772902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/05/trio-duet-bolang.html' title='TRIO DUET &quot;BOLANG&quot;'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-1913883865348334120</id><published>2008-05-27T20:23:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:35:34.559+07:00</updated><title type='text'>tb/tk's roleplay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hari ini hari kedua pelatihan! hah but thats not the interesting part~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;eh &lt;strong&gt;ADA! &lt;/strong&gt;this day i was just figured out that somehow boraks jg dipakai dlm lontong dan pempek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;huaa* mau mati. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p a d a h a l &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in a month gw bisa 5x makan pempek! gw bahkan milih makan itu daripada makan siang. agak2 gk sehat sih ; suka dmarahin papa sm dia gara2 suka asal kalo makan. tp itu ENAK BGD dan i'm already addicted to it :( sm aja kaya lontong sayur sm masakan padang! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADDICTED*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ih tp bayangin dong ternyata makanan2 itu jg berpotensi mengandung boraks! aarrgh* hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;jd facts and suggestions : kalo beli pempek dan lontong somehow~pastikan itu ASLI. tanpa pengawet aneh2 dan asli palembang [kalo pempek~misalnya]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;next jam setengah 10 jalan ke auditorium buat nonton acara anak tk! :) drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it's titled "the little prince"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sumpah kn gw dapet duduk paling depan. the children were SOO CUTE! huaa gk tahan bgd dh liat mereka nggemesin bgd lucu lucu polos bgd pula semua~ beberapa actingnya udaa yg pure gt! hebad dh salut sm mereka. agak ngebosenin sih but i loove all the children*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;funniest part ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1. waktu pembawa acaranya yg cowok masuk dan bilang "haloo haloo semua..!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~mav kalo jahat but HE reminds me soo much! sama badut Barney's yang ungu itu. smp udaa pengen gw undang ke ultah adek gw bisa brpotensii jd badut! hahahaa. kocak bgd dh paraah.. udaa mana suaranya yg berat bgd gt ngbass abis. jd gk lucu sementara yg lain masih cempreng2 dan jd kaku bgd! kurang ekspresiv kurang lepas~ kaya diatur bgd gt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. closing part ; great song ~ cewek ganas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~waktu closing semua pemain jd satu di lantai panggung gt.. nah di bagian depan gw itu para cewek2 kecil mungil yg ceritanya jd bunga mawar. nah di bawah ada beberapa anak sd [cwok] yg gk kebagian tempat duduk jd duduk bawah. NAH! ada anak cewek kayanya kepanasan atau gatel atau gk enak *gk ngerti pokoknya itu rok diangkat angkat! jeh bayangin dong yaa.. hadooh. nah si cowok2 ini yg ketawa2 smbl nunjuk2 smbl tutup2an mata pula! nah entah gmn si cewek merasa tersanjung dan diperhatikan sehingga ia terus terus dan terus! membuka tutup itu rok sesuka hati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sad part : sad ending dan si cowok bengal ganteng a.k.a FRANS ternyata udaa kelas 1 SD! hiks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-1913883865348334120?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/1913883865348334120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=1913883865348334120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/1913883865348334120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/1913883865348334120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/05/tbtks-roleplay_27.html' title='tb/tk&apos;s roleplay'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-500854991953499989</id><published>2008-05-26T21:53:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:22:58.135+07:00</updated><title type='text'>your prince charming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;have you seen "princess hours"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;well its not a hollywood movie for sure. its a korean drama series. yuphs! and thats the one i like i love the most~ i love drama too though :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;barusan lg buka-buka youtube. tiba2 kangen liat princess hours videos. then i saw some..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;well if 27 videos can still you count as "some" hehe. yeah some~i must say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the guy ; the prince! gosh~love him soo. hahhaha. gilaa kalo sampe tetangga gw apa temen gw satu sekolah ada yg kaya gt persis! mulai dari bentuk sm sifat *gilaa bisa cinta mati setengah mati sampe mati kali gw hahahha. that guy soo cute so cool. arrrgh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;back to main theme..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;iaa pas udaa selesai liat2 ; something just hints my brain by sudden. hehe. gw jd inget dulu pernah sempet bikin list tentang "boy of my dream" gt! ahhaha. mampus bgd. jd di tengah2 malam gw sengaja ngubek2 laci buat menemukan itu kertas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;NAH untung aja itu kertas masih ada di selipan diary2 lama gw. diliat dari jenis penulisan sih itu dicatet pas kelas 2 smp! hahaha. 2 years agoo..berarti before princess hours dong hehe. soo here's the list ; agak agak kampung norak gk penting sih tp whatever :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. tinggi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. ganteng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tolol banget deh relatif semua yang ditulis!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;setelah dipikir2 gw mau punya pacar jelek ~biasa aja ah. biar yg bilang ganteng gw doang hahahaha. dasar aneh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. gayanya cuek tapi sbenernya sayang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~ini dia nih yang langka. and i loove guys who act like this ; yaa kaya si prince itu td. describe! uhm jd dia sbenernya sayang. tp dia bukan cowok yg cerewet bnyak ngom gk guna kebanyakan ngrayu gt. dia lebih sering diem ngeliatin ceweknya merhatiin cweknya and acts kaya dia gk perduli mau ceweknya jungkir balik kiri kanan. tp di moment2 tertentu yang memang benar2 pas dia bisa bertingkah sangat penyayang protektiv dan perhatian IN HIS OWN UNPREDICTABLE WAY :) georgeus*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. he loves photography&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~well in case i love photography also ; just think it'll be wonderful for us to learn it and travel everwhere together buat cari sasaran voto yang asiks! yeaps. wew. and soo did the prince in the drama! whahaha ;) apalagi kalo udaa mulai candid camera dan dia gk berisik. just like he's hiding behind his camera. he spoke his heart by those photographs. &lt;em&gt;penting ini!&lt;/em&gt; hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. smart!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;bukan cowok dengan all straight A's. well kalo bisa sih yaa great banget yaa :) tp kemudian how he handles his own life. how he manages those duties jobs. how does his responsibility upon it. how he thinks not always on one side but try to understand from all possible sides. yeapp! thats s m a r t :) this thing not going on with the prince up there hahahhaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but my boy does. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. down-to-earth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~&lt;em&gt;gw gkmau punya pacar alien!&lt;/em&gt; hehe nopp! thats not the point. back to this charming prince ; dia act kaya gk perduli tp sebenernya dia sayang kok sm all the people's around. and sometimes jd bingung aja ngeliat sikapnya. one thing MUST ; he loves children! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. silent cold rock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~yeah i know this is cool but frustrating! iyaalah~aje gile kaya pacaran sama batu aja hahaha,. tp maksudnya dia bukan tipe cowok yg suka tebar pesona kiri kanan and keep saying to all the people how great how cool how handsome he was..diem aja. "yaudh gw gk jelek *soo?" jd dia gk di approach karena kegantengannya itu. dia diem dan gk wasting hope to all the girls around. *like the prince! hehehe. dia lebih milih diem trus ngjaga merhatiin ceweknya dari jauh. gosh soo lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. suka main bola!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~my boy passed the eighth test! hahaha. gw gk pernah bisa main bola gw gk suka nonton bola *excpt EURO and WC tp gw suka liat cowok main bola! hahahhaa. keren aja.. tp kalo nongkrongin orang main bola di tv tiap kali*beuh ntar dulu,.hehehe. eia justru si prince gk lolos tahap ini! kayanya dia tipe lenjeh gt deh gk suka olahraga. weks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. gk boros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~well in case g jg gk terlalu doyan belanja ; jd menurut gw cowok harusnyalah lebih irit daripada gw. wait*ini point 2 tahun lalu dan kayanya yang ini mesti &lt;em&gt;dihapus&lt;/em&gt;. KARENA berdsarkan penelitian rata2 diantara para kaum pria muda dan tua yg gw lakuin secara gk sengaja *hahahha ; rata2 para pria emang tend to lebih boros daripada kaum wanita! ckckck. belum lagi harga barang2 para pria adalah cenderung lebih mahal! kasian mereka~ pantesan keuangan dipegang istrinya hahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. gkmau punya pacar orang bule ;p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~hahahaha ini point bodoh sekali. dumbb. soo dumbb! gaya bgd kaya orang bulenya mau sm gw aja hahaha. capek dh.. abis gw udaa putih permen blaster gini *kn seruan kalo punya pacar peribumi. hehe. gklah tp gw jg dulu ngapain buat point gini yaa? cacat bgd dh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. jujur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;mestinya ini td gw taroh paling atas. i hate being lied upon something tough it it white. well still sih pasti gw mau denger argumentasinya dulu. cause me myself believe about the "white lies" hehe. tp buat gw jujur di atas segalanya sih. still..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;kok cuma ini yaa? berarti ada kertas yg ilang. i'll try to find it first then :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-500854991953499989?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/500854991953499989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=500854991953499989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/500854991953499989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/500854991953499989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/05/your-prince-charming.html' title='your prince charming.'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-6064871377933937644</id><published>2008-05-25T19:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:25:40.036+07:00</updated><title type='text'>james blunt ; live in concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="newstitle"&gt;21/05/2008 23:34&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KonserPenampilan James Blunt Memukau Penonton Liputan6.com, Jakarta: James Blunt menggelar konser di Jakarta, Rabu (21/5). Blunt dalam konsernya yang bertajuk "LA Lights Concert James Blunt All The Lost Souls di antaranya membawakan lagu berjudul High. Lagu dari album pertama Blunt ini menjadi salah satu dari 20 lagu yang dinyanyikan penyanyi asal Inggris ini. Sayangnya konser penyanyi yang namanya mendunia lewat lagu You're Beautiful ini tidak mencapai sasaran target jumlah penonton. Adrie Subono, promotor Java Musikindo, yang memboyong Blunt ke Jakarta mengakui jumlah penonton yang membeli tiket tidak mampu memenuhi Tenis Indoor Senayan tempat berlangsungnya konser. Meski begitu aksi musisi yang pernah mendapat dua Brit Award dan lima nominasi lima Grammy Award ini tetap mampu memukau penonton yang hadir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to : &lt;a href="http://www.liputan6.com/"&gt;www.liputan6.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiks ;( coba lagi gk ulangan umum. pasti gw lagi ada disitu jg NONTON moi james blunt!&lt;br /&gt;gyahahaa. seriously. i really sad to missed his concert.. arrrgh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-6064871377933937644?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/6064871377933937644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=6064871377933937644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/6064871377933937644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/6064871377933937644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/05/james-blunt-live-in-concert.html' title='james blunt ; live in concert'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-7992743949810394186</id><published>2008-05-25T16:36:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T17:07:03.549+07:00</updated><title type='text'>mbah dukun.</title><content type='html'>haah. another sunday,.&lt;br /&gt;well wait upp! not like another sunday. this is the FIRST sunday when i dont have to think about all the study and school subjects! hahaa. yeapp the exams is ooo~ver. c o o l ;)&lt;br /&gt;bangun jam 7 after all the nightmares! arrgh sialan. begitu sadar how nightmare it was gw kaya disetrum sampe bangun gt. haah and i decided NOT to go back to sleep. daripada disambung lg malah mimpinya ;( harusnya hari ini ke rs pik. nengok opa. the lovely truthfully old man..&lt;br /&gt;yeapp. he's back in the hospital. cause of his long-time-already sick.. i always hope SOMEHOW they would find the cure. but still not,.&lt;br /&gt;well not just him. last night habs nemenin nyok jg ke rumah sakit. gk enak badan.. usg ke lab sgala macem. dan belum selesai pula~masih nunggu hasil. kalo udaa nunggu di rumah sakit gt gw sama adek gw suka jd geblek total gt berdua. ketawa2 serasa yang empunya (apa sih ini bahasanya? ahhaha) kemaren habs makan trus nyusulin ke tempat nyok.. lah kok dia duduk trus sekelilingnya yang lansia semua gt? "mama gk salah dokter?" haha sumpah gw itu yg nanya. it turns out dokter mereka sm dokter nyok BEDA TOTAL hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;well back to TODAY*&lt;br /&gt;jd td pagi bangun sarapan trus ternyata nyok jg mesti pergi. ngjenguk penjahitnya yang jg baru 2 hari lalu masuk rumah sakit! d b d . well okay daripada nyok sendirian ahirnya dibagi2. karna gw udaa lebih gede nemenin nyok ; adek sm bokap biar aman.. hehe. mereka tetep nengokin opa ke sana. tp gw nengok si mbak ratih di rs di gaplek sana. rumah sakitnya penuh gt. lagi banyak BGD orang sakit sumpah* trombositnya si mbak cm 33ribu doang gt! omigodd. padahal ambang batasnya 150ribu. untung udah di rumah sakit ;) thanks god.&lt;br /&gt;next! sempet gt kn ke bag administrasi. jeilah JUTEK benerrr si mbak. senyum nggak. ngom jg kalo cm ditanya. djawab OH nya gk enak bgd! arrgh mals bgd deh..&lt;br /&gt;and then kita ke MAYESTIK.&lt;br /&gt;secara nyok punya usaha sendiri yaa buat bikin baju gt2 jadilah dia langganan ke mayestik. kayanya tiap sudut dia udaa tahu dh. firasat gw sih gt! hahaha. yaudah pas parkir nih.&lt;br /&gt;nyok (n) : mbak, itu orang mama kaya pernah liat&lt;br /&gt;me (m) : heh mana?&lt;br /&gt;*ada gt di luar ada bapak2 rambut dicepol dengan iketan rambut yang tetep dibiarin ngejuntai panjang dari rambutnya duduk ngbelakangin mobil kita. bajunya item2 gt. mobilnya kayanya lg mogok trus lg dibenerin supirnya.&lt;br /&gt;n : eh itu deddy dukun!&lt;br /&gt;m : hah?dukun apa?&lt;br /&gt;*dalam hati gw mikir~gilaa! nyok gw ampe kenal dukun. dimana ketemu coba?&lt;br /&gt;n : (ketawa keras) bukan dukun beneran!&lt;br /&gt;m : terus?&lt;br /&gt;lalu mengalirlah cerita tentang dia (aka si dukun td) trie utami dkk. dulu yg ngepopulerin pop kreatif lalalala* kita sampe gk turun2 ngbahas dia dulu. yaudah akhirnya turun trus nglewatin dia. beuh sumpah penampilannya "dukun" bgdd! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;terus jalan ke toko kain toko kancing beuh kemana2 pokoknya. tp enak dh sumpah gw seneng doyan gt nemenin nyok jalan2 milih kain. asiks ajaa.. kayanya gw milih kesini dh daripada ke mall. sumpah! hahaha, kampung luu. yaudah ada gt satu toko jual kain batik bagus2 ;)&lt;br /&gt;hahaha sm nyok gw suruh milih mau yg mana! hahaha. okee lah gw pilih beneran.. dapet dh tuh! banyak. hhhee. mav yaa ma yaa ;p&lt;br /&gt;trus ke toko kancing kan. wedee ada gt satu mas *kayanya anak yg punya apa gmn? cute hahaha. tp mas yg ngelayanin nyok lebih dodol lg hahaha. kocak abis. kn nyar kancing warna ijo susah gt buat seragam pesenan. trus dia ngotot gt masnya! hahaha. udaa ngoceh nih sama nyok harganya ini itu. "lah mas ini barangnya ada gk tapi?" kayanya NGGAK bu.. HAHAHAHAHA mati aja dh. terus udaa nih ganti lagi model kancingnya lebih mirip..&lt;br /&gt;n : mas ini bener ada barangnya? ntar saya udaa ngcipris gk ada lg&lt;br /&gt;mas : hehehe ada buu&lt;br /&gt;m : emang masnya ngerti necipris? (pada ngerti gk?)&lt;br /&gt;mas : nggak. saya taunya daun kecipir.&lt;br /&gt;n : yaaa hahhaha mas itu mah buat makan pecel!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. dahsyat emang orang dasar.. mas nya suka pasang muka polos lg! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truss udaa pulg nih.&lt;br /&gt;m : wah ma, si mbah dukun blum pulg!&lt;br /&gt;n : mana?&lt;br /&gt;m : itu mobilnya masih mogok&lt;br /&gt;n : oh iaa, lagi ngedukun kali dia daripada nganggur&lt;br /&gt;*gw mash gk ngerti kenapa dia milih nama panggung "deddy dukun"?!&lt;br /&gt;masuk ke mobil..&lt;br /&gt;n : masaoloh!&lt;br /&gt;m : heh kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;n : itu liat dukunnya. wah ngedukun benerr..&lt;br /&gt;whahhaa ternyata si deddy dukun t pake baju mandi biru gt tulisan di punggungnya "shiatsu",.&lt;br /&gt;capek kali yaa dia nunggu itu mobil gk beres2 hahaha. ternyata di mobilnya ada tulisan "dedyy dukun entertainment" YAH tau gt gw lewat sambil nyanyi2! biar diajak rekaman hahahhaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-7992743949810394186?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/7992743949810394186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=7992743949810394186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/7992743949810394186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/7992743949810394186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/05/mbah-dukun.html' title='mbah dukun.'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-1632683191699558</id><published>2008-05-22T13:44:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T13:49:18.575+07:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid. stupid. stupid. stupid. stupid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mathematics test.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; kemaren. gk susah susah amat sih *to be honest :) cuma angka di bagian multiple choice emang cukup gk manusiawi. anyway thats not the &lt;strong&gt;STUPID&lt;/strong&gt; part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first! yeah pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third? sipslah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second!? okeyy hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setengah jam berkutat pada soal and i still cant find the answers. padahal OMIGOD sumpah ini otak udaa nyambung bgd. tau logikanya gimana sgala macem. okey soo what did i do &lt;strong&gt;WRONG&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2x - 198x + 4860 &gt; 0&lt;br /&gt;x - &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;96&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;x + 2430 &gt; 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could you see it now?&lt;br /&gt;hoh yaa. i did &lt;strong&gt;NOTHING WRONG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did &lt;strong&gt;SOMETHING STUPID&lt;/strong&gt;! (but not like i love you ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-1632683191699558?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/1632683191699558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=1632683191699558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/1632683191699558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/1632683191699558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/05/stupid-stupid-stupid-stupid-stupid.html' title='stupid. stupid. stupid. stupid. stupid.'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-4017647631486980369</id><published>2008-05-22T13:28:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T13:44:01.374+07:00</updated><title type='text'>upcoming holiday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm gonna have this holiday soo lovely! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;first of all. my upcoming birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that means : strawberry cakes masakan padang my boyfriend and a new canon camera (for photography)! omigod what a soo much lovely gifts for this sixteenth! hihi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then in july i will have a quick trip to singapore *spore HERE I COME!&lt;br /&gt;with those places beaches streets shopping photos. wow. wow. wow. wow. wow!&lt;br /&gt;ah i soo CANT WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;strawberry cakes . masakan padang *gilaa those are my very-very favourite food in the world!&lt;br /&gt;my boyfriend ; hahaa sure he would make my birthday super-sweet ;)&lt;br /&gt;a new canon camera! my first (hope not last) canon *or nikon still gonna find out photography camera! haaah i love photography since the first time i saw a photographer.. i love taking pictures. memorable something. biar sebuah kenangan yang berarti jadi lebih berarti dan abadi. sebuah momen gk akan terulang dua kali kan?&lt;br /&gt;OHYA! one place i HAVE to go too also are monas museums and fatahillah *old town batavia.&lt;br /&gt;haah i love old town old building architecture *esp. with its own history behind it. it's just soo nice to figure out what happened back then and you can compare it with nowadayas ;)&lt;br /&gt;plus! bangunan tua itu LOVELY banget buat jadi sasaran photo shoot!&lt;br /&gt;when taking photographs ; i really like taking someone's expression. ekspresi seseorang. yeapp!&lt;br /&gt;everyone has its own unique expression. dan itu soo wonderful.. next time i'll show you ;)&lt;br /&gt;and then *again the old building architecture. plus! the sky and the sea *huaah soo calming.&lt;br /&gt;eia in case my boyfriend suka voto2 dia aja yg jd model! hahaha. cause i'm not fond being the model. hah too easy ;) hahahaha. gaya bgd sih yaaa,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yaa. for next christmas i will be leading my way to australia!&lt;br /&gt;college? nop!&lt;br /&gt;homestay? yeah~close.&lt;br /&gt;family? hahaha soo not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will live with my dad's fiend family there ;) yeah kinda like homestay. but soo much cheaper i'm sure. desember = summer! hahaha omigod pake bikini gt!? yaa nggaklaah gw jg ogah ;( hehe&lt;br /&gt;he have 3 daughters ; one of them is my age and also have a boyfriend! *my dad's said&lt;br /&gt;(penting bgd gk sih belakangnya?) and she also would like to the pyschology in college!&lt;br /&gt;*now that's sounds cool. we should probably have a great time! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a year. what a life. sweet isnt it? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-4017647631486980369?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/4017647631486980369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=4017647631486980369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/4017647631486980369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/4017647631486980369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/05/upcoming-holiday.html' title='upcoming holiday!'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-81637982245889846</id><published>2008-05-22T13:08:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T13:28:02.211+07:00</updated><title type='text'>salah sambung</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dua hari yang lalu ; selasa kn yaa? iyeap! hari kebangkitan nasional :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;malem2 lagi blajar matmatika tuh. besoknya uas. lagi anteng enak bgd udaa lancar tiba-tiba "drrt..drrt" kalo di rumah hp suka di silent abis kalo bunyi berisik! hehe. makanya suka gk sadar ada tlv atau sms. hehe. gtlah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ternyata IT WAS A CALL.. yaudh kuangkat kan. this is how the conversation was going on*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;me (m) : halo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;him (h) : assalam'mualaikum..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;m : uhm iaa. wallaikum'salam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;h : erna?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;m : oh maav mas salah sambung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(dalam hati : sialan ini mas. gw kira td cowok gw tlv. udaa girang aja pdhal!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;h : oh.. (diem - kaya mikir) iyaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;click. telepon diputus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;m : jeh sopan bgd luu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and then mulai belajar lg dengan tenang. gk lama.. brgetar lagi lah itu hp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;message waiting..&lt;/em&gt; "buset panjang bener sms ampe waiting!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;setelah hapus sana hapus sini ; masuklah itu sms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;dari 081766**** ; notabene no yang td tlv gw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dinda erna..kanda tahu saya hanya memiliki honda jazz, tak seperti pria kekasihmu yang akhir-akhir ini kau temui &lt;/em&gt;(uwaduh broken hearted gini!) &lt;em&gt;saya tahu saya tak bisa memaksakan dirimu dan saya tak lagi bisa memilikimu. baiklah. kalo begitu saya akan pergi. saya tak punya banyak untuk diberikan padamu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;terus di ujung bawahnya,.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;aku tak akan menemuimu lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pokoknya intinya dia ditinggal pacarnya (cewek) dan kayanya cweknya matre atau dia yg menganggap bahwa cweknya pergi ninggalin dia karna harta. agak kurang jelas. sebenernya bingung mau sedih apa ketawa bacanya. selain karena diksi nya yang JADUL dahsyat, kayanya desperate banget gitu. terus katanya juga cweknya yg nghindar gt dari dia. well, huaah *first of all pas baca gw ketawa ngakak sih. bahasanya itu lhoh.. tp setelah dibaca lg kasian jg yaa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;tdnya pengen gw bals. at least kasih tau dia kalo dia salah sambung dan gkusah sedih gtlah. gw gmau muna dengan bilang masih banyak cwek lain sih *gw kalo jd dia jg maunya yg gw sayang!? yaa secara cowok gw honda jazz aja blom punya! jeh hahaha. well at least biar dia stop making himself desperately broken hearted gt :( kasian deh.. apalagi suaranya yang udaa cowok umur 20an gt. biasanya kn umur sgitu mereka punya pacar yg udaa buat settled-down *right guys? hehe. tp jaman sekarang banyak sih gara2 harta. anyway in other cases.. that guy should be thankful! untung dia taunya skrg. ykan? kalo taunya ntaran pas udaa married. whoaa that's what i called MESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sometimes i just wondering..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;kalo bener apa yg dipikir cowok itu tentang cweknya gt ; nowadays - still people believe in &lt;em&gt;TRUE LOVE&lt;/em&gt;? or they already call that as bullshit? and money talks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;because i just cant figure it out that way. i mean.. love is just something &lt;em&gt;SOO PRECIOUS *&lt;/em&gt;i believe everyone still knows that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;dont they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-81637982245889846?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/81637982245889846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=81637982245889846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/81637982245889846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/81637982245889846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/05/salah-sambung.html' title='salah sambung'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-2099718851782165583</id><published>2008-05-10T21:18:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T21:27:29.854+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cerpen'/><title type='text'>my home-made short story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;since back there~i've had always love to write stories. long. short. hahaha. this is one of them.. the short one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;titled : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"A Week..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     *&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;enjoy! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dua lewat sepuluh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Masih sama seperti hari biasa, di mana aku harus menghabiskan tujuh jam membosankan di gedung putih. Sekolah. Lengkap dengan segala macam atribut seragam, belum lagi segala macam buku tebal yang bahkan seringkali tak disentuh. Hah, menyebalkan.&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku disini lagi. Rasanya seperti mengulang hari kemarin saja. Meringkuk di pojok panther hijau, menatap ke luar. Tanpa kata-kata. Padahal dua gadis, di sebelah dan di depanku, asyik mengobrol tanpa titik.&lt;br /&gt;Ada sesuatu yang bukan milik kemarin. Hujan. Lebat. Lebat sekali... Tadipun harus rela berlari-lari berpacu hujan untuk sampai ke dalam mobil. Untung saja tas kain kremku sempat kuletakkan di dalam dulu. Mati saja kalau nggak. Sialnya lagi, mobil ini juga sangat nggak up to date. Jadi, aku harus rela menjadi ember sementara untuk tetes-tetes hujan yang numpang masuk seenaknya. Yak, baguss!&lt;br /&gt;Aku melirik dua temanku itu lagi. Mengulum senyum simpul, tanpa mereka sadari. Mereka nampak tak perduli. Yasudahlah, aku pun tak tertarik. Adil, bukan?&lt;br /&gt;Jari-jemari tak lentikku menggapai titik-titik air di sudut pintu. Tetapi kemudian cepat kutarik lagi. Kotor ih, jijik...seruku dalam hati. Lagi-lagi tak ada yang mendengar. Kali ini, dengan melirik sedikit, aku berandai menyentuh titik air di luar kaca. Pekerjaan bodoh sebenarnya... Di sebuah pertigaan, mataku tak sengaja menatap ke atas. Tertarik magnet elektron awan kelabu, barangkali? Seketika aku menarik nafas panjang. Tak berdesis. Sudah lama aku tak bersua dengan pemandangan ini. Padahal tadinya, aku ini penggemar setia. Entahlah, hidup seringkali memaksa kita memilih yang tidak kita benar sukai bukan?&lt;br /&gt;Lagi-lagi...aku tersenyum. Agak terpaksa.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi senyum itu kemudian berubah menjadi sangat lebar. Saat bertumbukan dengan sosok dua gadis kecil dan satu pria mungil. Mereka bermain hujan. Tentunya tidak di tengah jalan... Itu memang rumah mereka. Aku selalu melewati perkampungan kecil tak terawat itu. Pinggir jalan yang dirombak jadi tak berbentuk. Rumah? Bukan, tidak hanya rumah. Toko? Hah boro-boro bentuknya toko. Cuma kaya warteg nyasar gitu. Ohh atau mereka mengikuti trend? Kan lagi trend model minimalis.. HUSH?! Aku maki sendiri otakku. Yang benar saja...&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tetap tidak ada yang memperhatikan.&lt;br /&gt;Bola mataku mulai serupa hujan. Berkaca-kaca. Aku tak mau menoleh ke dalam. Tapi di saat yang sama aku malu melihat tatap aneh para pengendara motor di luar. Aku kira mereka tak bisa melihatku. Untunglah hujan masih menyayangiku. Yah, hujan tak aka pernah berhenti menyayangi yang terluka. Semakin deras surga menangis. Mengaburkan bayangan nyata dan aku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah setahun. Rasanya sungguh baru kemarin. Yah, rasanya...&lt;br /&gt;Aku berjalan menapaki trotoar panjang yang sepi. Ini jam dua belas kurang sepuluh. Malam. Jantungku sudah berdegup nggak karuan. Bisa tiba-tiba ngebut, habis itu ngerem. Payaaah.. Balapan liar yang tadi sempat kutemui saja nggak seperti ini. Wah, bisa-bisa aku menang kalo ikutan! Aku menarik nafas panjang. Meyakinkan tubuh, otak, dan hati untuk sekali ini saja...bekerja sama.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, itu dia. Aku terpaku menatap pagar hitam itu. Terlalu asri untuk menjadi sebuah tempat kost. Tapi ini bilangan Jakarta dan yang di seberang sana itu, salah satu universitas papan atas. Untuk Indonesia... Sebentar aku melirik sedikit. Tak berani banyak-banyak, mengingat bawaanku banyak. Kompleks itu nantinya tempatku memperjuangkan intelektualitas dan nasib juga. Setahun lagi Ara... Setahun lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Aku kembali pada stasiun hatiku di depan sana. Sengaja Yaris hitam kutinggal di pos satpam. Pertama, biar nggak berisik. Kedua, biar dijagain... Cewek sendiri, hari gini? Ke sini aja nggak pake basa-basi ijin. Bisa mati kalo pulang mobil pun ludes.&lt;br /&gt;Perlahan aku telusuri phonebook di hapeku. Sangat mudah kutemukan. Sengaja kuletakkan paling bawah.. Kupencet nomernya.&lt;br /&gt;”Aneh... kok nggak ada nada sambung yaa?”&lt;br /&gt;Kucoba lagi. Sekali, dua kali, kemudian ada yang mengangkat.&lt;br /&gt;”AH! Akhirnya... Hal-?”&lt;br /&gt;”...nomor yang ada tuju tidak dapat dihubungi. Silahkan tinggalkan pesan, atau...”&lt;br /&gt;Aku mulai tak sabar dan badanku menggetar kedinginan. Terang saja, walaupun mengenakan celana jeans, atasanku ini tank-top putih rumbai tipis. Baju kesayanganku untuk orang kesayanganku. Sebentar melirik ke arah jam...&lt;br /&gt;”Mampus deh, tinggal lima menit lagi! Gimana donk!?!? Padahal yang xl sama esia udah gw telpon semua.. Kok tetep nggak ’idup juga orangnya?”&lt;br /&gt;Aku mulai panik. Aku tak mau semua berantakan. Jangan lagi. Jangan sekarang...&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba dari seberang datang sinar kabut mobil,. Kontan aku ngumpet di balik pohon, walaupun sambil ngumpat karena itu silau banget.&lt;br /&gt;Menunggu sebentar sampai mobil itu lewat. Di otakku hanya ada satu kalimat, ”...kalo gitu gw mesti loncat pager setelah ini mobil lewat!” Tapi justru aku mendengar mesin mobil itu dimatikan, lampunya pun seperti hilang ditelan. Aku mengintip. Hatiku seketika berdegup semakin kencang, kencang, dan keheranan. Kenapa mobil itu berhenti di depan rumah Leo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serasa ingin menangis. Aku menatap ke atas dan melihat padang bintang yang sangat indah. Aku sungguh ingin menangis. Harusnya ini juga menjadi malam yang indah dan tak terganti. Satu butir air mataku meleleh dan tak bisa kutahan. Badanku bergemetar. Aku tak tahu harus melangkahkan kakiku kemana. Ke depan, pulang, dan meninggalkan semua begitu saja tanpa perjuangan? Melangkah ke belakang, mencari jawaban paling benar, sekalipun sama saja? Atau tetap di sini, mendengarkan semuanya sampai mati?&lt;br /&gt;Aku menutup mataku. Kupandangi kotak kue yang atasnya transparan. Strawberry cheesecake. Setahun aku belajar membuatnya. Lalu...? Aku sandarkan kepalaku pada batang pohon, menoleh sedikit ke belakang. ”Tuhan...”&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya ingat itu terakhir yang kubisikkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRAK! Buset deh ini orang, nutup pintu santai aja kenapa yaa? Udah tau tengah malem gini pula. Sedikit demi sedikit aku gerakkan tubuhku ke kanan. Cukup sulit mengingat kedua tanganku membawa kotak kue dan tergantung kado di pergelangan kanan.&lt;br /&gt;“Hai! Keluar donk. Sebentaaar aja. Lagi tidur yaa?”&lt;br /&gt;Hening.&lt;br /&gt;“Ih..lucu deh suara lo kalo lagi tidur. Keluar donk. Yaaagh…?”&lt;br /&gt;Hening.&lt;br /&gt;Aku sedikit jijik mendengarnya. Well, sangat… Kini aku bisa melihat sosoknya. Gadis dewasa, jelas lebih tua dariku. Badannya bagus, serupa model. Wajahnya pun cantik, alurnya sempurna. Mendadak aku iri, belum lagi dress yang dikenakannya. Sangat cantik. Aku mundur selangkah demi selangkah.&lt;br /&gt;CKLEK! ”An? Ngapain lo...?”&lt;br /&gt;”Iyoo...happy birthday yaa!”&lt;br /&gt;Badanku lemas. Sungguh. Tapi tak ada air mata. Air mata tidak cukup menggantikan rasa yang menggema di dalam. Di atas kap mobil gadis itu digelar segala macam kue, bunga, dan kado yang sangat rapi dan bagus. Aku lirik milikku. Tak lebih dari barang kemarin sore. Sisa..&lt;br /&gt;Lebih sesak melihat mereka berdua saling memeluk disana. Dengan bahasa tubuh si gadis yang begitu liar. Aku tahu cowok itu pasti begitu menikmatinya. Lagipula gadis itu pasti bisa ada disini. Setiap saat. Aku tersenyum perlahan, sangat perlahan. Berjalan mundur. Melepaskan tatapan di setiap langkah, sembari melepas hati dan kenangan. Agar mereka terbang saja bersama bintang...&lt;br /&gt;Lari seperti ini terasa sangat ringan. Biasanya aku payah dalam hal lari. Kali ini aku berpacu dengan angin. Kotak kue itu tadi kuberikan pada kedua satpam yang begitu baik. Terserahlah, mereka tak akan protes sekalipun bertuliskan ”Happy birthday. Aku sayang kamu ’yo...”. Terengah-engah aku sampai di pinggir taman. Entah ini dimana, sebodo amat mau nyasar juga. Yang penting aku lega. Lega sampai ingin mati. Dan kemudian bersama fajar yang terbangun, teriakan dukaku membahana memantul di sinarnya.&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian, hujan... &lt;em&gt;Hujan terakhirku&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Leo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Aduh, pagi-pagi gini ngapain ’ujan sih?! Tau gitu gw suruh si Anna tidur di kost aja tadi biar gw bisa numpang.”&lt;br /&gt;Pemuda tampan itu berteduh sebentar di pos satpam dekat kostnya. Walaupun disana satpamnya pada udah nggak ada semua. Ganti shift kali yaa.. Lagian udah pagi, siapa yang mau maling jam delapan gini?&lt;br /&gt;Ia hentakkan tangan kirinya, melihat jam Tag Heur-nya. Aduh mampus, telat kuliah deh gw!, serunya dengan mengeluarkan bunyi decak tak sabar. Bergantian ia melihat hujan dan jam. Hah, apa modal nekad aja yaa? Toh ini buku gw peluk, gw masukin tas. Paling becek dikit lah penampilan.. Ah masa ulang taun gini, nggak rapi sih? Dasar cowok metroseksual.&lt;br /&gt;Baru saja ia akan berlari, saat matanya menatap benda tak biasa. Setidaknya tidak biasa ada di pos satpam. Kue tart. Masih seperempat... Dahinya berkerut. Masa iya si satpam ulang tahunnya kaya gw? Kaya gw sih nggak papa, tapi ngapain pake tart segala sambil jaga? Gilaa, manis amat! Ia berjalan mendekat, menoleh kanan-kiri. Geleng-geleng kepala kemudian tertawa pelan... ”Haha, aneh-aneh aja satpam jaman sekarang!...”, pundaknya bergerak naik-turun, ”...wah pada sakit perut kali yaa makanya ngilang?!”&lt;br /&gt;Tawanya terhenti di tempat.&lt;br /&gt;Bukan, dia tahu bukan satpam ini yang berulang tahun. Tapi dia, iya dia. Leo.&lt;br /&gt;Ada ukiran namanya di atas seperempat kue itu.&lt;br /&gt;Dahinya semakin berkerut, ”Nanti aja deh...”&lt;br /&gt;Tapi rasa penasaran dan aneh membayanginya sepanjang sisa hari itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aku pernah dengar suatu hari orang bilang, ”...hidup itu mudah. Hanya saja manusia yang membuatnya semakin sulit...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowok itu sedang berlari kecil melewati pos satpam saat..., ”Mas Leo!”&lt;br /&gt;”Eh iya, Pak...?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dan aku berdiri sendirian di sini, sesak nafas seperti dijerat karet. Tak pasti?&lt;br /&gt;Bisa mengendur dan mengencang. Yo, aku butuh kepastian...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga aku tak terlambat. Sungguh aku tak mau terlambat. Aku tak perduli aku melewati dua kelas mata kuliah siang dan sore ini. Dia ada disana. Tapi kenapa aku tidak terpikir?! Bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;Kaki kananku bergetar tak berhenti, pertanda tak sabar. Rasanya setiap lima menit aku melihat ke arah jam kemudian berkata, ”Pak, bisa lebih cepet lagi?” Untung saja, supir Blue Bird ini tidak menurunkanku di jalan seketika. Kecapekan ngeladenin...&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya tinggal belokan di depan. PAS! Aku menjerit senang di dalam hati. Sengaja turun di depan, kemudian berjalan pelan menuju ke hall. Hall sekolah yang pernah menjadi sekolahku juga. Yang juga menjadi saksi tempat kami pertama kali bertabrakan mata.&lt;br /&gt;Nafasku terengah-engah saat tiba di depan gerbang. Anak-anak berseragam putih-abuabu berjalan pelan. Berkelompok. Ala SMA, fikirku pelan. Aku tak ingin menarik perhatian, jadi aku tunggu di jembatan kecil depan gerbang. Tetap saja aku jadi perhatian.&lt;br /&gt;Well, aku hindari segala macam basa-basi ngobrol. Tidak penting. Mataku membelah gerombolan anak SMA yang berseliweran, mencari sosok itu. Gadis kecilku. Dan itu dia.&lt;br /&gt;Berdiri di sana, berjalan dengan rapi keluar gerbang. Aku tersenyum lebar, berjalan cepat sampai setengah berlari. Aku mau menggapainya, memeluknya, dan tak akan melepas...&lt;br /&gt;Aku terpaku di tengah, sementara tubuh demi tubuh menabrak tubuhku yang lemas. Juga menabrak dengan pandangan tak wajar padaku, ke arahku. Biarlah. Anjing, siapa dia!? Siapa dia sampai tangan kirinya merangkul pundakmu hangat? Mulut ini kering dan bisu. Tapi tatapku tak bisa lepas. Dari satu sosok gadis cantik itu. Apa aku terlambat? Apa aku sebegitu terlambatnya? Bahkan hanya seminggu setelah malam itu.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tahu gadis itu terlena dalam suka sampai tidak sadar aku ada. Ya, sampai siku sahabatnya menyenggolnya keras. Mengingatkan bahwa ada AKU disana. Kalau ia masih ingat aku...&lt;br /&gt;Dan disanalah kami. Bertatapan antara dunia. Seketika semuanya kabur dan hanya ada kami yang saling berseberangan. Di bayangku... Tak ada yang bicara. Hanya menatap. Aku tahu mata itu. Mata yang terluka. Terluka oleh apa? Aku? Atau rindu? Aku mencoba tersenyum... Ia mengangkat dagunya pelan. Dan membuang mukanya. Setelah itu, ia sama seperti yang lainnya. Menabrak pelan tubuhku, sampai terdorong ke belakang...&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian? &lt;em&gt;Hujan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aku sudah menunggumu lebih dari cukup. Dengan berjuta ketidakpastian.&lt;br /&gt;Dengan hanya cinta dan kepercayaan... Leo aku ini pecinta perbedaan.&lt;br /&gt;Bila kamu tak bisa ikut berdiri di atasnya,&lt;br /&gt;biarkan aku pergi saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Wah, Mas berantem sama pacarnya yaa?”&lt;br /&gt;Pemuda itu diam, berpikir basa-basi. ”Pacar, Mas?”&lt;br /&gt;”Iyaa toh! Laa kuenya dikeki aku iki...”, logat Jawanya masih kental sekali.&lt;br /&gt;”Memang ceweknya kayak apa, Pak”&lt;br /&gt;Si Bapak senyum-senyum sendiri, memukul lenganku bahkan, ”Londo ngono loo... Cantik mas, pokoke!”&lt;br /&gt;Pemuda itu seakan terbangun dari hipnotis kehidupan nyata.&lt;br /&gt;Mulutnya berbisik, ”Ara...”&lt;br /&gt;Dan matanya pun berkaca-kaca. Seakan menemukan ruang kosong di hatinya. Kembali terisi. Kemudian ia berlari, dan berlari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Leo.&lt;br /&gt;Love... Ara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-2099718851782165583?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/2099718851782165583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=2099718851782165583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/2099718851782165583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/2099718851782165583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-home-made-short-story.html' title='my home-made short story'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-3760781444154896917</id><published>2008-05-10T21:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T21:16:59.883+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gerhana dihantar surya ke altar bulannya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;mengikat janji satu disana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;meramu cekam pada mereka di atas tikar bumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;digenggamku berpeluk hati seorang adam terindah yang pernah ada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;adam yang menyibak tirai gerhana itu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sampai berlukis pelangi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;padang rumput berpelangi dengan tersapu derit angin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;damai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;biar sang gerhana lenyap dan surya tak berkawan bulan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hanya jangan dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;penawar gerhana dalam rasa ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;penawar rindu dalam galaksi hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-3760781444154896917?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/3760781444154896917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=3760781444154896917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/3760781444154896917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/3760781444154896917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/05/gerhana-dihantar-surya-ke-altar.html' title=''/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-6031471131784743234</id><published>2008-05-10T20:37:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T21:07:58.406+07:00</updated><title type='text'>bestfriend ; best thing in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;her name is angela taruli eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; *alien i usually called her last name ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;she is a really~really good friend of mine. best! hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yeap we are bestfriend for already three years. wah udaa lama yaa ngel yaa? kalo lg sama2 jomblo dia bisa jd pacar gw juga hahhaa. gw tau dia nangis dia sedih dia seneng dia kecewa dia kesel dia bt dia jutek dia nyoolot dia gmau diganggu dia curiga dia iri ~sama sih dia jg udaa tau gw gmn. termasuk kiat2 dan trik menghadapi saya hehee. tahan banting udaa sama gw pokoknya ;) kalo lg bt jg pasti biasanya dia yg hibur. best abis hihi. love you ngel! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this year~both of us is sixteen. yess kita taun depan udaa 17 ngel! hahaha. kita sama2 ngfans berat sama anak tk ganteng bernama : FRANS. hihi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ntar kita mau nonton drama tk 30 mei *kok nglantur sih ini? hehe. this year dia pengen bgd jam tangan casio berbentuk kotak berwarna emas. well mungkin gw sendiri gk gt suka pake jam jd mana tau perkembangan dunia jam hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but our senior wore that one *and the important thing : she loves it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;to be honest~i've always been proud to have a bestfriend like her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;kalo diliat kita berdua bukan tipe "soulmate" yang sifatnya kesukaannya mirip bgd. beuh kita beda malah! hahaha. tp nyambung2 ajaa ;) *yaa nggak ngel? hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dia supel bgd. punya banyak temen dimana saja kapan saja gampang bgd. dia jg bukan tipe jaim gt *cacat yaa cacat aja. kejaiman gw dihancurkan sama dia! hahaha. thanks to you ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;she is loveable. everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;soo pas ultah dia kemaren we made a surrprise. surrprise ini dibikin bukan sama temen2 yg selama ini bareng2 kita. tp deket jg sih. dia deket sm semua orang kayanya hahaha. pkoknya gw jd tim yg mesti bawa angel tarik angel tutup mata angel *kerjaan gw deh tuh hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;menurut mereka angel baru mau kalo gw yg gituin kalo gw yg ajak hahahaa yeah mungkin sih ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;gt deh dan kemudian kita bawa tart yg dibawain sm pria idamannya! hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;nggaklah cm ngfans aja dia ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tenang ngel. gw gk akan buka namanya di dunia maya gini hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and soo that was not the main story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hari ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ke wtc sm nissa sm myrna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;nunggunya mereka udaa lama dahsyat terus udaa gt kita ke wtc (cat:numpang! ahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dan lalu terus kemudian beli kado impian angel : that casio watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haah rasanya lega bgd waktu beli itu akhirnyaa.. sumpah gk sabar bgd buat kasih ke angel. kn dibungkus gt trus ngasih kartu ucapan. NAH berhubung angel suka oren~kita cariin kartu oren. ada gt depannya lucu gambar sendal *tp mesti tau tulisan atasnya apa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"thinking of you.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;bwahaha kita bertiga ngakak abis begitu baca. but anyway buat lucu-lucuan juga jd kita beli lah itu hehe. tarus tebak apa? kita brjalan kaki! dari wtc ke rumah angel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;pas di rumah angel*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;myrna : permisi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;nisa : angel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;mara : ..laaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*hahaha penting abis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;terus setelah lama teriak2 si angel dengan muka bego aneh gk ngerti keluar rumah dengan muka orang mau tidur. terus kita masuk. pas di dalem gw (tugas) nutup matanya terus kita kasih itu kado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;omigodd sumpah pas dia buka dan ngeliat kadonya..it was soo amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;pemandangan yg gk tergantikan bgd dh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;kaya gw berasa ikut ultah jg dan kadonya itu ekspresi dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ekspresinya gk bisa djelaskan tp seneng bgd~bahkan JAUH lebih daripada itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sampe tremor gt anaknya! hahahaha si bodoh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tp sumpah it was a lovely view in her eyes. senyumnya. matanya. ekspresinya. teriaknya sana sini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;how irreplaceable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy birthday angel..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we all love you :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-6031471131784743234?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/6031471131784743234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=6031471131784743234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/6031471131784743234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/6031471131784743234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/05/bestfriend-best-thing-in-my-life.html' title='bestfriend ; best thing in my life'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-6492939299014462723</id><published>2008-04-30T16:03:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T16:31:37.267+07:00</updated><title type='text'>little girl ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i love children!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;as always..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;apa yaa? aduh rasanya kalo liat muka polos mereka, ceria mereka segimanapun kondisi hidup mereka *it's God's magic bgd..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;waktu itu gw pernah ke panti asuhan gt. jauh dari rumah seh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;di bekasi. tdnya gw kira depok! *goblog dasar hahaha. soo there was me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and the fourth of my friends :) kita sebenernya ke sana buat tugas agama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;well in case of that kita memutuskan buat pergi ke panti asuhan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;it was soo not a big shaltered place. beda sama yg di bsd atau di jakarta pinggir jalan yang gede2 dengan segala macam fasilitas-ah sometimes i hate that kind of shaltered. mereka suka sombong dan anaknya diurus seenaknya gk pake hati!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;h a t e t h e m . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;panti asuhan yg gw datengin itu di pelosok BGD sumpah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;dengan jalan yg masih tanah merah di desa entah apa namanya sampe kita pun pake nyasar! hahaha. itu panti asuhan dari yayasan gereja gitu ;) tapi gk terlalu besar. to be honest - it was just a home. yeapp! a very bad home to live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;miris bgd waktu ngeliatnya pertama kali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;that house remind me of my grandma's home back in surabaya *ukurannya sebesar itu lah kira-kira. tahu apa bedanya? di panti asuhan ini temboknya udaa lusuh dan lapuk, gentengnya dari atas bolong sana-sini, kotor, nggak terawat. sementara mereka berduapuluh *hampir 30 malah! tinggal di situ satu rumah. dari yang paling muda sampai yg paling tua. and the surrprising part! mereka cm punya 2 kamar tidur. it was all sad.. rasanya pengen nangis. ngrasa gk fair banget buat anak2 itu.. soo i was there with my friends - hug them cheer them up! as we were part of them for soo long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;waktu itu kita cuma bawa j.co. hahaha dasar anak sma miskin bokek tekor ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;tapi mau tau sesuatu? their face were soo soo *ah gilaa sampe bingung mau gmn mendeskripsiinnya. soo thankful face with neverending cheers. ngeliatnya aja bikin bahagia sumpah! gosh they're all like angels ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;waktu itu ada anak yang masih balyi sergio *reminds me sm si cowok ganteng di telenovela "marimar" hahaha. jd dia gk bisa makan sendiri, disuapin sm suster pengasuhnya. nah ada lg si anak balita *ah lupa namanya..si cowok bandel yg hobi MANJAT DIMANA2! dari gw dateng dia udah nggelayutin kayu - yaampun gw takut bgd dia jatoh! soo i was fed him. hehe nyuapin, ngejar dia kemana2. sumpah dia gk cerewet tp banyak tingkah! hahaha. but it was great it was fun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i miss those times ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ada lagi gadis kecil yg sangat attractive ; angel *as my bestfriend's name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;dia keliatan baik hati dan kuat bgd. tegar. i love her face. dia nyisirin rambut gw, dikepangin, she loves to hear me sing. oia jd disana gw sama sammy -temen gw yang cowok nyanyi2 gt buat mereka. mereka seneeeeng bgd *minta diulang terus! apalagi lagu EDELWEISS from the sound of music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;edelweiss, edelweiss.. every morning you greet me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;small and white, clean and bright. you look happy to meet me. etc&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haah miss them soo. ada disana satu anak seumuran gw namanya nia. but she was soo self-centered. gmau share atau gantian cerita sm adek2nya yg lain. and  she kept on tell us about HER! well maklum sih karna pasti dia kesepian gk punya teen seumurnya untuk cerita ;) but at least gt.. kasian yg lain. apalagi dua cowok yang gw pangku kanan-kiri ngebet banget buat cerita. ada satu cowok putih -kaya bule gt *gw rasa dia anak gk sengaja trus dia dari awal yg ikut bareng gw ajaa.. nah gara2 nia gk berhenti nyrocos sementara dia gk pernah kbagian, dia pergi.. kasihan dh. haah maav yaa sayang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ada lagi namanya apri! mau jd abri! hahahaha *cocok yaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;gosh mereka semua punya banyak mimpi dan cita2. mereka semua kaya tumbuh dlm suasana yg sangat terlindung dan gktau sejahat apa dunia luar. they're great children ;) i love them esp angel hehe. ada lg yang namanya sheryl *sumpah dia pinter bgd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;yang gw gksuka bahwa mereka dibesarkan di perkampungan yg sangat percaya mitos dan dunia lain! aargh mereka suka main setan dimana2. masaoloh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;well kaya angel gt sih nggak. dan dia salah satu yang gk pernah takut. imannya paling kuat. hahahaha kangen bgd dh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;when will i see you guys again? ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-6492939299014462723?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/6492939299014462723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=6492939299014462723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/6492939299014462723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/6492939299014462723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-girl.html' title='little girl ;)'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-6448970037343428891</id><published>2008-04-26T19:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T19:51:02.993+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my little sister..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to be honest.. it's kinda &lt;strong&gt;embarrassing&lt;/strong&gt; to tell you all about this *actually-hahaha. but anyway i find it precious to at last share something about my little sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i have one little sister. a girl. i'm the oldest here! *haah old ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we kinda separated far by age - about 5 years. i find it too far for the last three years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;she is soo unlike me hahaha. bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i was born from a two different world. my dad has the cold-blooded heir of dutch-colonialism : to be true-i'm still the heir of director jenderal hindia-belanda *wow hahaha. and my mam just a javanese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;soo here i am. with my father's blood.. "bule.." - as indonesian's said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my sister? omigod she is soo indonesia. with that black-round-big eye and dark beautiful hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;she has this kind of exsotic face. photogenic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;she is not skinny *she LOVES to eat - soo much! esp sweets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;as people passing by - they might say that the person whose supposed to be more jealous between us is my sister *upon me. and yet - they're all WRONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;all this time i've being the more-jelousy girl. i'm older but at this time i'm soo acting like little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*hate that actually. what a jerk.. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;that was about last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this is the part that i called EMBARASSING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;soo as usual-though me my sister and my mam are muslims *in case my dad is catholic - we celebrate christmas! ;) my sister still believe the old santa.. hahaa. and also the tooth fairy! and she is eleven years old already hahaa. guess who's the tooth fairy? ME! hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well, back to the tpoic! she wrote this letter to santa - which then will be read by my own dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i found a letter in my sister's drawer. for santa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;in her letter, she was telling NOTHING about a thing for her christmas present. no-nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;all i see just words of prayer.. for who? firstly not for her. for mom dad me-as her sister and the world! the world?! when i was her age - i wont pray for the world. nopp! and yet that's actually what she's done. it was amazing. to be honest - when i read the letter, i was crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;a s h a m e d .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my sister is a smart generous and a loveable little girl ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;now i'm turning 16 and from this year i just realize that it was nothing i could suppose to be jealous of. i should took that as a way to change better. soo still i can be a big-old sister my little sister see as an example. i do love her ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-6448970037343428891?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/6448970037343428891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=6448970037343428891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/6448970037343428891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/6448970037343428891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-little-sister.html' title='my little sister..'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-8551495681207141339</id><published>2008-03-23T16:40:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T17:18:20.645+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='m e m o i r s'/><title type='text'>i miss those times ;(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday -&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; 22 maret 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;fiuhh. sialan gw &lt;strong&gt;ditinggal ke bogor!&lt;/strong&gt; arrgh pgen bgdd ;( kangen dh jalan2 pagi jogging di kebun raya bogor. &lt;strong&gt;sejuk BGD!&lt;/strong&gt; dan gk sesek orang pastinya.. haah sayangnya harus ke monser *sman 1 serpong buat opening-ceremony cupp mereka. jeilah habis kasian myrna sendirian.. tega amadd gw *yaudh temenin ajaa lah :) dan tahukah apa? yg ada kita cm djemur bramai2 di tengah lapp *katanya dia matahari pagi sehat [yeah whatever lah..gk asiks bgdd itu mc]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;intinya yg menarik disana cm &lt;strong&gt;tari saman&lt;/strong&gt; mereka. i may say &lt;strong&gt;"imppresive!"&lt;/strong&gt; hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JADILAH&lt;/strong&gt; akhirnyaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;10 : 00 am - udaa nampang di rumah dan KOSONG-SEPI-MELOMPONG! hahahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;cm adaa si mbak.. yaudh ngobb2 ketawa-ketiwi ajaa sm dia. trus minta tolong beliin pempek *hahaa gw addicted bgdd sm pempek! parah.. sayangnya yg jual es kelapa muda blum buka. jd temen makan pempeknya harus aqua hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sambil nonton apaa yaa kmaren? ohh "&lt;strong&gt;MEET THE FOCKERS&lt;/strong&gt;.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*what a stupidd plus entertaining movie! hahaha but love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next!&lt;/strong&gt; udaa selese makan nonton segala macem. bosaaaan! :( btw my close friend of mine &lt;strong&gt;CHIKA&lt;/strong&gt; was having her birthday day! hahaa. &lt;strong&gt;happy birthday dear..&lt;/strong&gt; okee then bosan kembali menyerang :( haaah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A K H I R N Y A ? ? ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;tlv pacar lah ujung2nyaa.. hehehe. yaudh tlv2 lalalalaaaa *gtau dh udaa berapa lama trus akhirnya pindah posisi ke kamar atas [cat : masih tlv! bwahaha] and then..i looked at all the photo albums in the drawer. omigodd.. and then i cried *untung cwok gw gk denger hehe. really2 cried without any voices *gmn cobaa caranya? hahaa. pkoknya kemaren bisa lah! kangen bgdd dh sama semuanya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sama surabaya. sama sepupu2 yg jg masih kecil. sama nenek. sama sejuknya dunia. sama semua tawa-tanpa-beban. sama semua senyum lepas-penuh ekspresi.&lt;/strong&gt; MISS IT ALL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;kalo diliat2 muka jaman kecil sama sekarang gk jauh beda emang hehe. tp rasanya damai bgdd ngeliat voto jaman kecil *lepas bgdd.. haah feels great! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;intinya pgen sekali2 jd anak kecil yg tanpa beban yg bisa lari-ketawa-lepas di rumah surabaya sanaa..di jakarta sama tetangga aja suka gk kenal. dulu dari ujung ke ujung jg kenal *kalo ilang-kalo bandel ketauan! hehe. sama sepupu2 jg deket bgd..gandeng-peluk sana-sini [ps:bukan berarti gw minta dipeluk!] tp bisa akrabb bgdd kaya gt. skrg plg ngumpul2 sama yg seumuran2 gt.. huff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but heyy i had those times once..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and the life i'm having not-bad really ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;just miss my childhood.. apalagi gk inget semuanyaa :(&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/7495030903908344130-8551495681207141339?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/8551495681207141339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=8551495681207141339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/8551495681207141339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/8551495681207141339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-miss-those-times.html' title='i miss those times ;('/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-9018082306214297206</id><published>2008-03-19T21:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:41:42.676+07:00</updated><title type='text'>michelle - the beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Michelle, ma belle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These are words that go together well, my Michelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Michelle, ma belle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sont les mots qui vont trÃ¨s bien ensemble, trÃ¨s bien ensemble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love you, I love you, I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's all I want to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Until I find a wayI will say the only words I know that you'll understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Michelle, ma belle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sont les mots qui vont trÃ¨s bien ensemble, trÃ¨s bien ensemble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I need to, I need to, I need to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I need to make you see, oh what you mean to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Until I do I'm hoping you will know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I want you, I want you, I want you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think you know by nowI'll get to you somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Until I do I'm telling you so you'll understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Michelle, ma belle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sont les mots qui vont trÃ¨s bien ensemble, trÃ¨s bien ensemble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will say the only words I know that you'll understand, my Michelle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-9018082306214297206?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/9018082306214297206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=9018082306214297206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/9018082306214297206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/9018082306214297206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/03/michelle-beatles.html' title='michelle - the beatles'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-1257923385822509402</id><published>2008-03-19T20:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T20:40:05.656+07:00</updated><title type='text'>s t u p i d *</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;td lagi di jalan pulang nih..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;cloudy sky-grey-no birds-no butterfly *apaa sih ini?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;duduk di belakang panther hijau which is anterjemput gw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;di depan gw sebuah bola hehhee maav felix. tp sumpah dia tidurny sambil nunduk jd b u l e t bgdd xp kocak dh *ketawa2 ngeliatin itu anak tidur..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;untung aja dia gk tiba2 bangun-nggap gw lg ngtawain dia hehe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so gw nengok ke luar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;pas udaa jauhan gt ada 3 anak kecil cowok lg jalan di pinggir cekakak-cekekek cengar-cengir SUDDENLY salah satu anak baju cokelat tua *gw inget bgdd! tiba2 sambil ketawa lari2 ke tengah stelah nengok ke belakang.. trus TIDURAN di tengah jalan! bego-bego-bego-bego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;trus dari belakang gt - gw yakin dia udah tau kalo ada BUS KUNING SGEDE GAJAH lg nglaju makin cepet ke arah dia! yg gw gk tahan th mukaany yg tenang2 ajaa trus bgitu udaa deket baru berdiri ngabur..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;KALO KELINDES GMN!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-1257923385822509402?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/1257923385822509402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=1257923385822509402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/1257923385822509402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/1257923385822509402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/03/s-t-u-p-i-d.html' title='s t u p i d *'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-1591238584364259803</id><published>2008-03-16T20:37:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:11:02.126+07:00</updated><title type='text'>brain suggestion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"sugesti..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;first of all - this wont ain't gonna tell about me. hehe. i have friends.. many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;now i'm talking about this one-sweet-nice girl. dia baik bgdd.. ramah. trus gk itung2an bgdd sama temen2nya. just say *even if you dont know her but you look at her eyes-you know how nice she is :) great right? hahaa. i wish i have that face that eyes *in case tatapan mata gw tajem bgdd kata semua orang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyway dia gk pede. well but she definitely still has more confident than i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hehe. she's sweet..typical indonesian face : this means flattery. one thing she thinks as a prob "i ain't skinny.." - and i laugh out loud first time she said that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well gk mau muna sih *gw juga suka ribut kalo menurut gw badan gw mggendut! hahaa cmon' it's normal :) but then itu jd alasan dia buat selalu gk pede ngadepin.. COWOK! ohh my dia berani sm preman sm truk - sm pocong masih takut sih - tp dia jd gagap kalo di depan cowok yang dia suka. suka beneran. haah soo then i'm talking about inner beauty blablablaa *a true man wont love your body right? gw malah pengen bgdd punya cowok yg sayang sm gw gk cuma secara muka tp otak and behave first. cowok gw yg sekarang iyaa gk yaap? hahaa i'll ask! :) soo anyway.. one day - i asked thing 'thing' to my dad. he said,"yaa gkmau munafik jugalah yaa. kalo kmu ketemu orang yg diliat pertama kali kn muka. kalo menarik kn baru mau kenal lebih jauh." i got the point tp gk terima. my dad kept going on ,"kalo mau jujur..siapa mau punya pacar jelek?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-kriik kriik kriik-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;iaa sih i know. but at least judgingnya jangan disana dulu dums. soo i ask this friend of mine to be as hersefl-but still behave and let this guy judges himself! well sjauh ini sih.. at least-this guy has looked more intention to her :) yang penting bukan dia tiba2 langsung suka kn. tp bhwa dia nyaman bareng2 sama lo and find how interesting you are hehe. sugesti dia ke otaknya adalah bahwa dngan curves seperti itu adalah jauh tdk mungkin buat bareng sm 'the guy of her dream' heyy cmon' *dont put yourself down for someone you adore.. apalagi she used to have soo much confident :) sugesti itu yg ngeberatin kepalanya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;another story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;one of my besties :) she has this neverending routines. courses. pysics math chemistry english course. four times a week *imagine that. someone could gone mad because of that too many numbers in the brain hehe.. the point is - she stressed out. all her thoughts filled by numbers and school. all up together - neverend in her brain. haah. i found - at last the reason. all those courses all those time she spent to study was useless. meaningless. because all *at last she covered by this suggestion.. sugesti ke otaknya. by who? yaa dia sendiri. but it was definitely negative. dan jelas2 sudah untuk waktu yg benar2 lamaa.. karna jd kaya bermuara disana dan gk bisa ilang *sekalipun semua temennya udaa bilang KMU PASTI BISA. haah. mestinya otaknya dicuci dulu biar bersih lg. soo i pushed her-not just asked her to really agreed her mom and met the psychologist. cuma supaya semua sugesti-gk-penting dan SALAH itu berhenti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;please stop giving your brain bad suggestion.&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/7495030903908344130-1591238584364259803?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/1591238584364259803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=1591238584364259803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/1591238584364259803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/1591238584364259803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/03/brain-suggestion.html' title='brain suggestion'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7495030903908344130.post-9120668685517069189</id><published>2008-03-16T20:01:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T20:37:04.431+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome to my platform &quot;elizabethtown&quot;'/><title type='text'>opening..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;welcome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to my platform &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"elizabethtown"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;hai all :) huaah this is the first time i've ever made and even have a blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;first of all i'm senior highschool girl-somewhere outside jakarta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;i love to write to sing to laugh to dance to be silent in a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;i love to know to met new people new things. so i'm here at last-with this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;au revoir for now. enjoy! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7495030903908344130-9120668685517069189?l=tukangpos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/feeds/9120668685517069189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7495030903908344130&amp;postID=9120668685517069189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/9120668685517069189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7495030903908344130/posts/default/9120668685517069189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tukangpos.blogspot.com/2008/03/opening.html' title='opening..'/><author><name>zsupermara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157874413539518191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
