<?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-18270471</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:56:39.921+07:00</updated><category term='share'/><category term='sharing'/><category term='TV series'/><category term='..'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='kosan'/><category term='college'/><category term='SBM'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='crescendo'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='product'/><category term='life'/><category term='bad mood'/><category term='movie'/><category term='my opinion'/><category term='celebrities'/><category term='rumors'/><category term='family'/><category term='sneakers'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><category term='thought'/><category term='review'/><category term='ht'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>The Drama Queen in Wonderland</title><subtitle type='html'>All the drama in this wonderland. A dream to build, a freedom to achieve, a life to enjoy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-4751212041609260138</id><published>2011-07-21T17:01:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T17:07:15.892+07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st month engagement anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g881M3ShbAA/Tif5Obus4LI/AAAAAAAAAQU/MkQDuhjF3mI/s1600/satubulan50dpi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g881M3ShbAA/Tif5Obus4LI/AAAAAAAAAQU/MkQDuhjF3mI/s320/satubulan50dpi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631743885407215794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OsH3tbH9lSQ/Tif5EovZWfI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ClLJW_bFMgE/s1600/satubulan50dpi.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is my 1st month engagement anniversary. I'm so happy that it's just 6months away to our wedding day. Well, I feel so excited for the preparation, though sometimes I act like a BRIDEZILLA with all the wedding-detail-mess, but it feels so good just to realize that I have my super guy. He doesn't really do anything literally, yet he does the most important things, he loves me and always comforts me when I'm ready to bite! hahahaha. I'm soooo loving him back :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-4751212041609260138?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4751212041609260138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=4751212041609260138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/4751212041609260138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/4751212041609260138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2011/07/1st-month-engagement-anniversary.html' title='1st month engagement anniversary'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g881M3ShbAA/Tif5Obus4LI/AAAAAAAAAQU/MkQDuhjF3mI/s72-c/satubulan50dpi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-2546821190063462259</id><published>2011-04-17T11:48:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T11:55:26.330+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scraobooking with Smilebox</title><content type='html'>&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d6a51774f5463334e44413d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to play this Smilebox collage" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d6a51774f5463334e44413d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none;" height="303" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=commissionjunction&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Create your own collage - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none;" height="46" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,I just try out this software for digital scrapbooking, it's really easy using this Smilebox software, but for me, it's boring because I only can use their templates and we can't add other elements like when we're using graphic editing software such as Adobe Photoshop Elements or Photoshop CS. But, for personal use and since it's a light software for my old-lovable travelmate, it's fun enough use it to decorate pictures and kill my time. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-2546821190063462259?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2546821190063462259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=2546821190063462259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/2546821190063462259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/2546821190063462259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2011/04/scraobooking-with-smilebox.html' title='Scraobooking with Smilebox'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-7147241982012152587</id><published>2011-04-12T08:51:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T09:43:34.517+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RwfDiAdHgzk/TaOz7VfDj_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/bcWO5ECsvoQ/s1600/IMG_1566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RwfDiAdHgzk/TaOz7VfDj_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/bcWO5ECsvoQ/s320/IMG_1566.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594512994085343218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya ini foto udah cukuplama,tapi ngga pernah berhasil diunggah,agak mengesalkan memang :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-7147241982012152587?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7147241982012152587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=7147241982012152587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/7147241982012152587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/7147241982012152587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2011/04/sebenernya-ini-foto-udah-cukuplamatapi.html' title=''/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RwfDiAdHgzk/TaOz7VfDj_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/bcWO5ECsvoQ/s72-c/IMG_1566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-5697850552946272182</id><published>2010-12-30T10:25:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T07:03:45.900+07:00</updated><title type='text'>matter of heart in this small world</title><content type='html'>Hellow mellow..&lt;br /&gt;yep, a very great news I heard from my friend. She just in a relationship with my ex's best friend. What a world, what a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;Yah.. terus gue cerita-ceritalah ya sama temen gue itu. Well, bisa didibilang teman-teman kami itu sangat mungkin terjebak dalam posisi kami sekarang untuk hubungan mereka di masa depan. hmm.. kadang kalo hati udah diikutin, pengalaman orang lain emang numpang lewat sih, dikasih tau tapi yang kedengeran cuma "suara hati" tsah~ ahahahha.. Anyway, congrats and goodluck for both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya,akhirnya siang sampe malem gue ngobrol sama Moja. Sedikit mengungkapkan perasaan and how we've been for these couple days. Dulu, dia pernah bilang *jaman masih baru sok-sok deket* "EH, Bim..katanya kalo orang yang udah dekeeeettt banget, bisa jadi 'stranger' lho klo ga kabar-kabaran barang seminggu. Mau coba ngga?" and well, akhirnya kita ngga jadi juga nyoba saat itu. Tapi kita nyoba sekarang. hahaha.. Oh, and that theory (yg belakangan gue baru tau kalo itu ternyata berdasarkan pengalaman dia pribadi) is totally not working with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udah lama ngga ngobrol, terus udah aja gitu. Keterusan. Pertamanya emang gue yang nyapa alias nyari penyakit duluan. Well, udah ga berharap juga bakal dibales sih. Tapi ternyata dibales (YM lho ini). Antara seneng, sedih, campurasun deh gue (hai Vi, dangdut ya? Gak apa-apa, itu sekarang jadi nama tengah gue) hahahahha..&lt;br /&gt;Sahabat gue waktu SMA bilang gue labil. Sebenernya gue jadi bingung sama istilah labil dan stabil ini. I mean, manusia kan emang dinamis,apalagi masalah emosi, apalagi cewe -____-'&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin gue emang lagi labil, but well, doesn't mean I'm not a normal person right. What do you expect from a broken-hearted girl? Have some fun, party sana-sini. Sebenernya asik bisa begitu, tapi dari pengalaman gue, saat patah hati dan langsung cari kesibukan macam jalan-jalan dan hepi-hepi sama temen cuma bikin gue makin sedih pas pulangnya. Kalo gue "menikmati" proses patah hati gue, yah lama-lama juga bosen sendiri gue. Hmm.. beda-beda kali ya defense mechanism orang. Namanya temen, mereka memberi kekuatan juga bermacam-macam, sahabat gue yang ini emang agak cynical and sarcastic menurut gue, but though she supports me in anyway, caranya aja yang unik dan bisa "nyadarin" gue. Thanks to her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beda sama sahabat gue yang pernah sekosan dan berbagi penderitaan patah hati dia di kamar kosan gue. Dia supportnya dengan menceritakan how she deals with it with the cry, the stalk, the confrontation, the fact, and Super Junior, hahahha... Dia selalu membuat gue merasa normal dan gak terlalu gila. Dia juga bikin semuanya bisa ditertawakan. Padahal dulu gue ngerasa orang ini sangat ngotot sama pendapatnya mungkinjuga sedikit sinis, lebih sinis dari sahabat SMA gue. Tapi dia masih punya sisi "menye-menye" atau "labil" atau apapun itu yang bikin perempuan tetap menjadi perempuan. She's a very supportive and a kind-hearted woman. &lt;br /&gt;Ngga lupa support dari teman-teman gue yang lain yang mulai sibuk dengan pekerjaannya serta kegiatannya. I know somehow you support me from the distance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wish I could closing this deal real soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-5697850552946272182?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5697850552946272182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=5697850552946272182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/5697850552946272182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/5697850552946272182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2010/12/matter-of-heart-in-this-small-world.html' title='matter of heart in this small world'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-1431953482218720955</id><published>2010-12-26T21:24:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T21:34:56.461+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year Ago</title><content type='html'>Sudah setaun..&lt;br /&gt;adegan hujan deras di sekitar Ciumbuleuit di salah satu ruko tahun lalu masih gue inget persis..kalo kata Vertical Horizon "I don't want you back, you're just the best I ever had" haha..&lt;br /&gt;well, I want him back. But in spite of that, I miss him. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;Salah satu sahabat gue pernah bilang "buat gue  perasaan orang terhadap gue itu seperti sesuatu yang ditawarkan, dan gue punya pilihan untuk membelinya atau ngga."&lt;br /&gt;Yah, ibarat kata, perasaan gue sekarang juga cuma dipajang di etalase, etalase tua yang ngga berharap dilirik juga sih, apalagi dibeli. Hmm..terdengar menyedihkan. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;I just need a place to tell the truth, to be myself, and to be honest, I feel like I'm losing myself lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini ujan juga, well untungnya ngga merusak mood sih..tetep senang tadi jalan-jalan. Cuma, hasil 3-0 untuk pertandingan Malaysia-Indonesia sih PR sih..&lt;br /&gt;Penutup yang kurang asik. Let's just call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Supporter Indonesia untuk tanggal 29 Desember 2010 besok, jangan bawa mercon kayak Malaysia ya. Bawa aja gas 3kg, nanti juga meledak sendiri.. :)) :)) :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wish Indonesia win the next battle!-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-1431953482218720955?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1431953482218720955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=1431953482218720955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/1431953482218720955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/1431953482218720955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2010/12/year-ago.html' title='A Year Ago'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-45353985605578820</id><published>2010-12-26T20:43:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T21:53:50.525+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Plan - Everytime</title><content type='html'>It was three AM when you woke me up&lt;br /&gt;And we jumped in the car and drove as far as we could go&lt;br /&gt;Just to get away&lt;br /&gt;We talked about our lives&lt;br /&gt;Until the sun came up&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm thinking about&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could go back&lt;br /&gt;Just for one more day&lt;br /&gt;One more day with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I see your face&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you look my way&lt;br /&gt;It's like it all falls into place&lt;br /&gt;Everything feels right&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you walked away&lt;br /&gt;You left my life in disarray&lt;br /&gt;All I want is one more day&lt;br /&gt;It's all I need: one more day with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the car broke down&lt;br /&gt;We just kept walkin along&lt;br /&gt;Til we hit this town&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing there at all&lt;br /&gt;But that was all okay&lt;br /&gt;We spent all our money on stupid things&lt;br /&gt;But if I looked back now, I'd probably give it all away&lt;br /&gt;Just for one more day&lt;br /&gt;One more day with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I see your face&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you look my way&lt;br /&gt;It's like it all falls into place&lt;br /&gt;Everything feels right&lt;br /&gt;But ever since you walked away&lt;br /&gt;You left my life in disarray&lt;br /&gt;All I want is one more day&lt;br /&gt;It's all I need: one more day with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sittin here, like we used to do&lt;br /&gt;I think about my life and how now there's nothing I won't do&lt;br /&gt;Just for one more day&lt;br /&gt;One more day with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I see your face&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you look my way&lt;br /&gt;It's like it all falls into place&lt;br /&gt;Everything feels right (Everything feels right)&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I hear your name&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I feel the same&lt;br /&gt;It's like it all falls into place&lt;br /&gt;Everything feels right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked away&lt;br /&gt;Just one more day&lt;br /&gt;It's all I need, just one more day with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, ini lagu jaman kapan banget..haha..&lt;br /&gt;hari ini gue jalan ke Citos bareng keluarga gue, lengkap. Ya, kurang bokap, tapi ada Mas Angga. Masih pada rame di bawah nonton AFF leg.1, goodluck aja.. Gue udah ngga mood hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hari ini cukup fun, kita makan mie Vietnam, nama restonya Do An. Asyiklah.. abis itu kita juga nonton Tron Legacy, tadinya khawatir nyokap alamat tidur nonton film sci-fi gitu, namun secara dia "kenal" pemeran utamanya (jarang-jarang dia ngeh bintang film, tapi karena dia nonton The Four Brothers dan di situ Garrett Hedlundmati, jadi dia inget) dan efek-efeknya juga seru, jadilah nyokap gue juga hepi nontonnya. Senanglah.. dan lebih senang lagi tadi sepanjang perjalanan gue muter CDnya Simple Plan yang yang kedua, Still Not Getting Any..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PegZDGPlNws/TFEpVBjsMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zbtyEtTPUQ8/s400/123456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PegZDGPlNws/TFEpVBjsMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zbtyEtTPUQ8/s400/123456.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi inget jaman-jaman SMA gue nonton konsernya. Pake acara ngga diijinin bokap dan gue sampe nangis-nangis (dan tetep ngga diijinin) haha..akhirnya gue tetep cabut dan nyokap gue ngajak bokap ke Bali supaya dia ngga tau gue nonton. Buahahahhaha....&lt;br /&gt;Sampe sekarang sih gue ngga cerita, but I think he knew it anyway. Kemarin dengan cerdasnya Mba Anggie majang foto tiket Super Show 3 di Singapore di BBMnya, dan ditanyalah sama bokap, itu apaan. Ketauanlah kelakuan anak-anak perempuannya yang labil ini, uups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;udah bubar, Indonesia kalah cuy 3-0..ya, gue nganter temen kakak gue dulu pamitan, dia nonton bareng tadi.. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-45353985605578820?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/45353985605578820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=45353985605578820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/45353985605578820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/45353985605578820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2010/12/simple-plan-everytime.html' title='Simple Plan - Everytime'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PegZDGPlNws/TFEpVBjsMhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zbtyEtTPUQ8/s72-c/123456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-7979228485317517975</id><published>2010-12-25T13:20:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T14:14:32.335+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='..'/><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>helloo world...&lt;br /&gt;yah, sebenernya blog ini bener2 sebagai wadah saya melampiaskan apa saja. Tanpa beban. Gak dibaca orang ya udah, dibaca dan bisa bermanfaat ya sudah juga sih..hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biasanya ada 2 hal yang menginspirasikan saya ngepost blog, 1. hati ini sedang resah, 2. hati ini lagi pengen aja..&lt;br /&gt;Dulu, ada tuh jaman2nya ngeblog krn patah hati (tren waktu SMA), terus sekarang temen-temen juga udah banyak yang hobi ngeblog tentang bintang idola mereka (pengen banget gw ngeblog tentang Super Junior) tapi mood belum kunjung datang. Atau tentang tim bola favorit, well AFF lagi rame, asyik juga kalo ngomongin tim garuda. Namun, sekarang kondisi saya kurang asik: makan tak enak, tidur tak enak, ngeblog tak enak, serba salah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk kesekian kali saya patah hati. Biasanya emang hobi, kalo ngga bertepuk sebelah tangan, diduain, ditinggalin krn ada cewe lain, atau kalau lagi beruntung ditinggal ke negri Jiran. Kali ini episodenya adalah, Balada Dua Insan yang Saling Menyayangi Namun Tak Bisa Bersama. *panjang ya bok temanya*&lt;br /&gt;Kalo curhat di status FB norak, di plurk juga udah bosan temen2 gue, yah curhat di blog sndiri aja deh.. pun kalo di FB atau Plurk, orgnya bisa baca *GR abis, berasa gw di stalk* ahahahhaha.. tapi kalo di sini, well dia g akan seniat itu buka2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya patah hati saya kali ini ngga selebay waktu saya putus sama mantan saya yang sekarang bekerja di beacukai. Maklum, dulu masih SMA cinta pertama, nangisnya meraung2 di kamar pake adegan lempar HP biar lbh dramatis. Sekarang nangisnya diam2.. Tapi kehidupan gak berjalan secepat waktu saya dulu putus lho.. aneh.&lt;br /&gt;Kadang putus yang gak baik - baik, atau yang baik-baik karena udah saling gak sayang, lebih menyenangkan dari pada putus baik-baik tapi masih sayang. Walaupun dulu sih judulnya saya sama yang terakhir ini gak "pacaran" jadi gak ada istilah "putus" cuma, ya seperti putus silaturohmi aja..Kalo dulu saya, putus gak baik2, nangis-nangisnya jelas, "AH! sudah berakhir, kami tidak mungkin bersama..TIIIDDDAAAKKK huuuuu" lalu move on,gtu, kalo yang sekarang, "kalo gw move on, jangan-jangan dia masih sayang..jangan - jangan kita bisa sama-sama..kalo ngga move on, nanti dia keburu move on duluan, trs gw patah hati tertimpa tangga,gmn ya gmn ya" gtu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi setengah - setengah gitu lho..mungkin karena saya orangnya ekstrim, kalo suka bisa sukaaaa banget, kalo gak suka mendingan benci sekalian. Ngga baik.&lt;br /&gt;Dan menurut saya..kondisi saya sekarang sangat ngga sehat, kayak luka dalem. Dulu, semua diekspresikan, sekarang semua dipendam. Susah jadi orang dewasa. Harus menunjukan saya baik-baik saja, saya punya kehidupan, saya udah ngga pernah menangis dan kepikiran, dan lain sebagainya. Menurut saya, jujur itu suatu bentuk keberanian, tapi adakalanya jujur itu malah menunjukan kelemahan. See? saya memang belum bisa jadi dewasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya pikir dengan air mata saya yang cuma setetes2 ngga niat keluarnya tiap saya doain orang yang saya sayang ini, artinya "oh, gw udah lebih kuat, buktinya gw udah ngga nangis" tapi saya tetep tuh, ngestalk *sungguh saya beneran gak suka kebiasaan ini, tapi kyknya jari2 ini udah otomatis bergerak dengan sendirinya* atau cari tau dia gimana. Dan tiap tau dia baik2 aja, saya seneng, banget, tapi sekaligus sedih karena gak bisa ngelewatin itu semua sama dia. Kadang dia terlihat terlalu baik-baik saja, sampe rasanya "ini gue doang yang lebai ya book?" gtu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setaun yang lalu, salah satu temen saya nangis2 liat FB mantannya yang foto "mesra" sama cewe lain *trust me, itu cuma foto rangkulan, tp namanya cinta gw jg pasti cemburuuu* terus dia nangis sampe mojok. Saya inget saya mikir "ya elah, santai aja kali..kalo g mau sakit hati, gak usah buka2 FBnya, repot amat" tapi ternyata, stalking itu jeratannya lebih hebat dari hal-hal yg berbau porno *ngasal abis* dan sekarang temen saya itu udah punya pacar baru yg baik. Dan mantannya dulu sempet ngejar dia sblm dia jadian sama cowonya yang sekarang. Intinya sih kita ngga tau apa yang ada di depan.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Setaun yang lalu, org yang saya sayang ini (sebut saja Moja) dengan keberaniannya bilang dia sayang sama saya. Agak aneh sebenernya cerita saya dulu. Kita berdua sama-sama ngga mau pacaran tapi terjebak dalam sebuah hubungan ini. Saya sering banget dibikin jengkel dan dibikin nangis, walau ujungnya saya tau, emang saya aja yang suka lebai dan uniknya dari semua "kejahatan" dia sama saya, disaat yang sama saya ngerasa disayang banget, saya ngerasa cantik banget kalo diliatin dia *jijik abis hahha*&lt;br /&gt;4 taun yang lalu waktu saya putus sama mantan saya, saya pikir "gak bakal deh nih gw suka2an lagi..kalo mau gw harus suka sm Mr.Perfect and marry him" ternyata perasaan gak semudah logika. Ternyata perhitungan saya salah, kalo perkara hati, kalkulator saya konslet. Waktu Moja bilang sayang pun,saya ngga kepikiran saya akan patah hati, yah paling klo ditengah jalan bubar ya udah deh, "been there, done that" and again, nih kalkulator konslet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patah hati berkali2 itu macem typhus berkali - kali, tiap kali berikutnya sama bahayanya, saat sakit ngga enak bgt dan menimbulkan trauma, tapi klo udah baikan disepelekan. Saya tau, akan ada hari dimana saya udah ngga menangisi dia, ngga berkhayal bakal sama dia, atau mungkin udah ngga sempet doain dia. Saya tau saya cukup kuat untuk ngelewatin yang beginian, saya juga mau kok terlihat kuat. Tapi dilain sisi saya gak mau disakiti dengan topeng kekuatan saya, karena sebenarnya saya sendiri ngga tau saya sekuat apa. Jadi bingung sendiri harus memakai topeng yang mana. Memelas untuk dikasihani? Kuat untuk menyakiti dia atau diri saya sendiri? atau?? Yah, saya ngga tau harus membangun "image" apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yang saya tau, perasaan saya hari ini sama persis, seperti perasaan yang saya &lt;br /&gt;rasakan tahun lalu, bedanya dia ngga ada bareng sama saya, cuma hatinya yang masih di sini. Salah satu drama Korea yang saya tonton ada kutipannya begini "Hal yang kamu ngga bisa lihat itu belum tentu ngga ada, seperti bintang, dia selalu ada di sana namun tertutup awan." Awan saya lagi tebal, saya ngga bisa lihat orangnya, perasaannya, pikirannya, rasa sayangnya, rasa sakitnya, tapi belum tentu itu semua ngga ada kan? mungkin postingan ini terdengar lemah. Tapi, saya memilih untuk terlihat lemah daripada berbohong atau memberikan awan lebih pada langit yang sudah mendung.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-7979228485317517975?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7979228485317517975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=7979228485317517975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/7979228485317517975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/7979228485317517975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2010/12/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-6025405684738493117</id><published>2010-10-19T15:35:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T15:36:39.488+07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Indonesia, with LOVE</title><content type='html'>Hello.. It’s been a while for me to write a post. I don’t know why I lost my appetite to write, especially write about how I feel. My sister says in Memoirs of Geisha, it’s better to write it off when you feel better. Though I’m not sure I feel better from my broken heart yet or not, but I write anyway, right? So, it’s not a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again and I’m really on talking about LOVE. All people talking about it today, millions of articles are available when you type it in Google, I mean seriously, more than a quarter people around the world have the thinking as I do, and it’s a universal language. Half think the same, but not applying love because of their ‘sicknesses’. While other quarter busy to fill their stomach and don’t have time to think about it, but these people usually are the one who apply this language beyond their conscious mind, well they fill their family stomach in any ways because of love, right? The point is all of that fact proves that love is a universal language after all.&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. I’m not talking about my broken heart here or how much I love this guy (seriously, I’m trying hard not to), but lately I found that I’m a human being who have a lot of love to give (after I broke up, I don’t know where this love should go, my family and friends already have their portion), though I just realize that after I broke up, but in fact this love I have is always been there, in the storage room and once I open it, I have a heaven (instead of ‘hell' I prefer heaven) lot of love to share. Well, I believe each of us have this storage, can you imagine how much love we have? Infinite.&lt;br /&gt;I never understand when Mandy Moore sings Someday We’ll Know and she said “love can move the mountain”. Well, all I know in Indonesia, love can create a mountain, Tangkuban Perahu, and a tample, Perambanan. And just so you know human heart is as strong as a diamond and as soft as the air at the same time, how? I’ll ask God in heaven later. If you see someone so cold that you think they’re heartless, just remember, their heart is still there in a different form, it’s frozen. Every human being have a heart, if they haven’t, they won’t be here by now since the heart the organ which pumps the blood to keep you alive, just an intermezzo. So, we are all have a heart, and love come from the heart, in other words, we’re all have love. We might be different, but admit it; we have something in common here. Hehe. Love, a magical word and an infinite power, it’s boneless and borderless. I’ll help you understand it later.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now let’s get to the main topic. Today I’ll discuss about love to my beloved country, Indonesia. Since I was in high school, my family always discuss about this country, the history, herstory, past, present, future condition, and so on and so on. Most of them based on our criticism, and we always try to find solution, as if we were the government. The fact, we were not, so the solution turns into dream “if I was the president I would, blah blah blah” but then, still nothing happen. As time goes by, for my family, this discussion become an old school and I think somehow bring negative impact. I’m starting to turn my back on this country, I don’t care of what happening to my country as much as I don’t care when sinetron Cinta Fitri will be ended. Seriously, news is like buzzing things on the scenario, the government and this country’s problems which being publish on the news just a plot. People hurting each other, bombing everywhere, a president being panic and saying he’s the target for terrorist operation because of his picture in terrorist training video (while Iran’s president remain calm after the bombing across the street which can blow his head up anytime), congress member yelling each other when they’re awake, college student (which will be the next generation to lead this country) cursing about small things in twitter (including me sometimes) and complaining their own country and everything within, again, in twitter.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, they read it man! The whole world hears what we’re yelling: frustration. I’ve been told once about being positive, what you say is the state of mind, and it become something real when you believe it, this man who taught me this is an inspiration, he’s not a motivator, but an inspirator (if this word  exist of course), he’s Mr. Onggy. Believe it or not, based on this theory (you guys might also know about the power of positive thinking, law of attraction, and the Secrets) I conclude that every bad things I say about this country, will become my belief and in the next 10 years, this country will remain the same, no improvement, why? Because I believe so, back then. A couple days ago, I’m thinking about what the use of cursing Jakarta’s traffic is, or how the rain can drowned Jakarta just because our stupid bureaucracy (remember that’s how I curse, back then). By screamin that, I feel nothing better, Jakarta still stuck with the traffic, flood everywhere on heavy rain, monorail project on goin zero progress, and a motorcycle still crushed by a busway just because he hit their line, man! &lt;br /&gt;I know I should change my way of thinking, but how can I feel optimist about this country if those facts happened in my own land? Trust me, there are nothing we can do (directly) about that, we are all has role and function, and trusts me, as the citizen, cursing will only decrease our productivity in the system. Thus, cursing won’t help me, you, and our beloved country. We won’t feel optimistic by cursing and complaining (well, it’s fun, I admit. But it’s killing you and makes you wanna kill others.), right? By saying negative thing, you down low yourself, other, and the whole world, oh and you make a negative belief which will be reality. On the other hand, this law also applied for the positive words, it’ll make you and other feel good and make a positive belief which can be a reality. But we need a greater power to change the way of thinking from negative into positive, and do you still remember our first topic? Yes, that power is LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, forget about loving this country first, most of us might have forgotten this feeling towards this country, the fact that we feel bored in Monday ceremony proves it -___-‘. Now, imagine someone you love, soo much. Someone that you think you cannot live without, someone who has flaw things within but you accept them, someone who makes you wanna do anything for them disregarding they’ll do the same in return. It could be Mom, Dad, sisters, brothers, Granny, Grandpa, kids, wife, husband, boyfriend, girlfriend, best friends, anyone. You got them in mind?&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine, your beloved one lying on their bed because of they’re illness. Let say they got this disease (oh, Lord it’s just analogy, don’t make this a reality, okay?) and others ignore them; turn their back on the one we love. What will you do? Curse them because they smell bad, their skin dried, they look awful, and you’re the one who have to pay for the doctor? Or you will pay anything; you’ll give everything you have for their lives, and still give your love and encouragement to help them get better or even just to see them smile again? A normal human being will choose the second option. For those who choose first option, dear you’ll find someone who makes you choose number two one day, don’t give up. Anyway, you choose number two, because of love, see how boneless and borderless it was?&lt;br /&gt;This is the worst case of our country, but somehow it’s not that bad, really. Unless, we keep cursing it, then it will be like on the study case above. Lying on bed, waiting for the grim ripper come and took its life. No, I won’t let it be like that. Now, the theory will be simple and create a cycle, you just need to put your tip of finger on it and you’re all in. To create a positive belief about this country we need a great love, to create a great love, we need a small one to be grown, to grow ‘em we need to say positive things that we love about this country, sincerely. Remember, love is sincere, whenever you say it or write it those who sense it with their five sense also sense it with their hearts. I’m not asking you guys to give everything you have (as in material things) to this country, we’re not communist, and I’m not asking you to switch your love towards your parents into this country, no. I’m asking you to open your love storage, and give a bit (just a little, a drop, I swear it’s enough) to this country by saying and write at least one good thing or anything you love about this country a day, sincerely, not cynically (it only makes you look even more “not smart”). &lt;br /&gt;Let’s make it as a movement, like Get Lost in Indonesia campaign. I think it’s brilliant, thus it inspires me to say anything I love about Indonesia. Whatever you guys call it, any kind of movement you’re into, just do it. For this one, the idea is you can spread at least ONE GOOD THING THAT YOU LOVE ABOUT INDONESIA A DAY. You can write and say it in Twitter, Plurk, Facebook, Kaskus thread, Super Junior thread, any threads, mail groups, other Internet facilities or you can say it to your little baby sister, brother, family, friends, teacher, boss, stranger on the street, other stranger on the train or bus stop, taxi driver, janitor, anyone, seriously ANYONE. It also can be a perfect way to start your day in Indonesia with love. Who knows you can find soul mate just because you both have a common in things you love in Indonesia, right? We’ll never know.&lt;br /&gt;Well, what  know is I believe, once we love our country we’ll do anything for it, no matter what people say about it we’ll keep loving it, all the good things become great, all the bad things become the reason to love it more, just like a first love, every second is a bless. I hope you join me after you read this post. Spread the love, spread the positive. It is true what Winalite owner says: Love is a boneless power. We could learn this language (love) anywhere, but we also have to spread it everywhere, in this context we start here, in our country. :)&lt;br /&gt;-In Indonesia, with love-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-6025405684738493117?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6025405684738493117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=6025405684738493117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/6025405684738493117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/6025405684738493117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-indonesia-with-love.html' title='In Indonesia, with LOVE'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-2343168797176916342</id><published>2010-02-23T17:18:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:25:18.068+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Alvin and The Chipmunks 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMjI0NTc3MjU5M15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwODM4Nzg2Mg@@._V1._SX270_SY400_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMjI0NTc3MjU5M15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwODM4Nzg2Mg@@._V1._SX270_SY400_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah sukses dengan film Alvin and The Chipmunk, munculah sequelnya. Yaitu Alvin and The Chipmunk 2. Sebelum gue nonton film ini, gue baru nyelesein serial TV Chuck yang diperanin sama Zachary Levi, dan waktu nonton Alvin, ternyata si Zachary main lagi, sebagai Toby. Sebenernya gue sendiri agak skip, si Toby ini adek atau sepupu atau keponakannya Dave (guardian Alvin, Simon, dan Theodore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurang lebih pemerannya sama, sama yang main di Alvin and The Chipmunks. Pengisi suara Alvin masih Justin Long, Simon oleh Matthew Gray Gubler, dan Theodore diisi sama Jesse McCartney.Terus David Cross tetep jadi Ian Hock, dan Dave masih diperanin Jason Lee. Buat tambahan cewe - cewe Chipettes, suara - suaranya diisi sama Amy Poehler, Anna Faris, dan Christina Applegate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceritanya standar film keluarga menghibur. Di sini Dave jarang muncul, ceritanya sih dia sakit gitu diawal film. Ngga tau juga aslinya kenapa. Anyway, akhirnya si trio chipmunk ini dirawat sama Toby, yang menurut gue juga ngga punya peran yang signifikan. Kalo dulu si Dave emang berperan buat ‘bonding’ dengan trio itu, sekarang si Toby cuma ngisi kekosongan Dave aja (menurut gue). Lalu, si trio ini masuk sekolah, kayak high school gtu.. Dan mereka diminta kepala sekolah untuk jadi perwakilan sekolah disebuah ajang kejuaraan musik yang hadiahnya mau digunain untuk mata pelajaran musik yang bener- bener udah ngga ada anggaran dan mau ditutup. Tapi tiba - tiba, si Ian Hock yang udah jatuh miskin dateng dengan bawa trio lain yaitu The Chipettes. Karena bingung harus pilih yang mana sebagai perwakilan dari sekolah, akhiranya mereka harus bertanding dan akan dipilih oleh anak - anak di sekolah itu. Masalah berikutnya muncul waktu Alvin udah mulai sok gaul dengan main sama anak - anak football, dan mulai meninggalkan saudara - saudaranya, belum lagi cewe - cewe Chipettes yang ngga tau betapa jahatnya si Ian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secara keseluruhan, lagu - lagu yang ada di film ini ngga kalah oke sama yang sebelumnya. Tapi entah kenapa, di film ini penampilannya The Chipmunks dan The Chipettes ngga terlalu WAH. Value keluarganya juga ngga sedalem waktu di film pertama. Kalo harus jujur, gue lebih suka Alvin and The Chipmunks. Cuma memang hadirnya cewe - cewe Chipettes bikin tambah seru dan lucu. Bukan lucu konyol sih, lucu cute gitu.Dan lagu yang mereka nyanyiin, ‘Ring On It’ emang juara banget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo gue harus memberi bintang, ya film ini 2/5 lah, ngga jauh beda sama ZOMBIELAND, biarpun dua - duanya menghibur dengan cara yang berbeda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-2343168797176916342?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2343168797176916342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=2343168797176916342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/2343168797176916342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/2343168797176916342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2010/02/alvin-and-chipmunks-2.html' title='Alvin and The Chipmunks 2'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-4724281147318109391</id><published>2010-02-23T17:15:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:25:40.285+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Zombieland Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTU5MDg0NTQ1N15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMjA4Mjg3Mg@@._V1._SX287_SY400_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTU5MDg0NTQ1N15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMjA4Mjg3Mg@@._V1._SX287_SY400_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah film yang baru aja rampung gue tonton sendiri di kamar kostan..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film yang cukup menghibur dan menurut gue pas banget buat orang - orang yang bosan dengan kehidupannya yang agak flat belakangan ini (baca: bimbi). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, film ini diperanin sama Woody Harrelson, Jesse Eisenberg, Emma Stone, dan aktris cilik favorit gue: Abigail Berslin. Untuk merefresh ingatan aja, Harrelson pernah main di 2012 (salah satu film yang belum sempet gue tonton), Eisenberg pernah main di Cursed, The Village, dan belakangan dapet peran - peran utama di Some Boys Don’t Leave, dan Camp Hope. Buat yang udah pernah nonton House of Bunny sama Ghosts of Girlfriends Past bakal melihat banget perbedaan karakter Emma Stone. Kalo di House of Bunny dia jadi cewe loser yang berubah jadi super chic dan di Ghosts of Girlfriends Past dia jadi hantu pacar pertamanya Matthew McConaughey yang cupu - cupu dan 80’s abis, di sini dia jadi cewe yang ‘perkasa’ banget, dan sangat tough. Nah, kalo si Abigail, difilm ini keliatan banget bocah ini udah remaja, dan aktingnya juga ok. Abigail berperan jadi adenya Emma Stone yang bisa survive di dunia yang udah penuh dihuni oleh para zombi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita dimulai dari narasi Jesse Eisenberg sebagai Columbus. Dia bisa selamat dari apartemennya dan kejaran cewe yang tinggal di apartemen sebelah dan baru terinfeksi. Dari sana dia belajar beberapa aturan untuk tetap bertahan hidup. Aturan pertama: cardio. Kenapa cardio? Karena untuk hidup di zombieland (dunia zombi) kita pasti yang akan dikejar. Dan jantung yang kuat sangat penting biar kuat lari dari zombi - zombi itu. Aturan berikutnya: fasten your sitbelt, ini penting banget karena saat kita berkendara dalam keadaan dikejar zombi, kita pasti akan gas pooll, dan akan sangat bahaya kalo kita gak pake sabuk pengaman. Selamat dari zombi, tapi gak selamat dari kecelakaan lalu lintas kan loco. Intinya, si Columbus ini punya aturan - aturan yang selalu dia catet dan bikin dia bisa bertahan sampe sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, cerita mulai seru waktu di scene 3 dia ketemu orang lain yang berhasil bertahan hidup juga, yang disepanjang film dipanggil Tallahassee. Mereka sebenernya memanggil satu sama lain berdasarkan tempat yang mau mereka tuju. Karena kalau ngasih nama, pasti hubungan emosional akan terbentuk, dan itu sama sekali ngga baik kalo kita lagi hidup di dunia zombi. Kita ngga akan tau kapan saat yang tepat ngehabisin temen sendiri yang udah terinfeksi kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cowo Columbus ini pengen ke Columbus, Ohio utk nemuin keluarganya. sedangkan Tallahassee punya obsesi untuk mencari Twinkie (sejenis makanan ringan spons gitu) yang susah banget didapetin dimana - mana. Akhirnya kedua ini pergi bareng - bareng, dan waktu mereka masuk ke sebuah supermarket buat nyari Twinkie-nya Tallahassee, mereka ketemu kakak beradik yang nanti dipanggil Wichita dan Little Rock. Mereka ngejebak Tallahassee dan Columbus buat ngambil mobil dan perlengkapan mereka. Nggak cukup ketipu sampe disitu, pas dijalan mereka ketemu lagi, Columbus dan Tallahassee ditodong lagi, tapi kali ini mereka ikut didalam mobil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, Wichita sama Little Rock mau ke Pacific Playground (semacem dufan) yang katanya steril dari zombi - zombi. Tempat yang mereka tuju itu di Los Angles dan mereka sempet mampir ke rumah artis, Bill Murray, yang masih manusia tapi dandan kayak zombi. Sayang, karena kaget ngeliat make up Bill Murray, Columbus nembak dia. Dan nggak kapok - kapok, mereka ditipu lagi sama Wichita dan Little Rock dan ditinggalin di sana. Tapi, malam sebelumnya Columbus sempet ngobrol - ngobrol sama Wichita dan mulai naksir gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngerasa kehilangan setekah ditinggalin sama Wichita, Columbus berkemas buat nyusul Wichita ke Pacific Playground. Awalnya dia mau nyusul sendiri, tapi Tallahassee akhirnya ikut. Sesampainya di sana, bener aja itu zombi - zombi udah berkerumun di sekitar wahana yang dinaikin Wichita sama Little Rock, dan mereka terjebak di atas dengan amunisi yang terbatas. Mulailah tumpah darah antara mereka dan zombi - zombi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka akhirnya selamat dari zombi - zombi itu. Wichita juga nyebutin nama akhirnya ke Columbus, tanda dia udah percaya sama Columbus. Scene terakhir di toko cemilan, Tallahassee masih nyari Twinkienya dan dia ngga berhasil nemuin, sampe akhirnya Little Rock ngasih dia Twinkie (mungkin Twinkie terakhir di muka bumi). Lalu, mereka melanjutkan perjalanan berempat dalam keadaan mulai percaya dan seperti keluarga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngga kayak film zombi lainnya, film ini gak full horror. Cocoklah buat orang yang mau nyari film ‘horor’ tapi cupu kayak gue.. ahahaha..Film horror dengan bumbu komedi dan percintaan emang bisa jadi komposisi yang pas banget sebagai hiburan malam hari di kostan. Value yang mereka coba untuk sampaikan tentang kepercayaan juga cukup tersampaikan dengan baik, walaupun menurut gue pribadi banyak adegan janggal yang terlalu dipaksakan dan komedi yang kurang klimaks bikin jayus dan ngegantung, secara film ini bukan film parodi alias film yang dibikin seolah - olah serius horornya dengan bumbu komedi aja. Film yang sejenis dengan film ini adalah film Shaun of The Dead. Biarpun belum nonton, tapi kalo mendengar ceritanya dari temen gue, kayaknya film itu lebih lucu dari ZOMBIELAND. Tungu aja sampe gue nonton dan kita bandingkan di review berikutnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat gue yang baru pertama kali mengkritisi film, gw kasih film ini 2/5 bintang. Baik untuk ceritanya, komedinya, pemerannya, dan kesadisannya. Overall, film ini bisa banget ditonton kalo lagi nyari sesuatu yang tegang - tegang (walaupun ngga ngeri juga sih) menghibur, dan film kayak gini emang jagonya bikin geregetan..ahahhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, sekian review malam ini. Tunggu review - review berikutnya ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-4724281147318109391?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4724281147318109391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=4724281147318109391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/4724281147318109391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/4724281147318109391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2010/02/zombieland-review.html' title='Zombieland Review'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-4933681682395376116</id><published>2010-02-01T10:52:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T11:16:29.823+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring story</title><content type='html'>for these couple of weeks, I've been thinking about my future rationally. How marriage would be my number ever on my list and things like that..&lt;br /&gt;I was once have my faith and belief that I hold tight on  to, but at points I lost it. Is it true that I have a rights to blame my environment for this, or I should straightly blame myself for this. My heart feels hollow and empty, sometimes I wonder "Does God hear my prayer and see me?" or "Are u there God?" because I don't feel like He warns me lately. I'm losing control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I don't know how, I met my friend who already married last week. I do jealous, and what he shares and explains to me not only make me jealous but also realize something that I'm too scared to admit and tell myself. I have CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see small things as a gift anymore, I have a formula to describe events and separate it into things that happen because of "how it's supposed to" and because of "MY works". while I know that the truth is those events in life are all "HIS WILL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's advice just hit me right on my face. I was once really strong, positive little girl that has fear of nothing because I have my belief, my faith, and my God. I saw things through "HIS WILL", my hands both have fingers that can be moved, my shadow that always follow me, my hair that grows longer every single day, and all the miracles he made around me. But, I don't know when, I stop see those things. I WAS INSPIRING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through a lot, I should have get a lot. not less. &lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm a mess..I don't know where to fix first, but I know it starts with ME. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-4933681682395376116?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4933681682395376116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=4933681682395376116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/4933681682395376116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/4933681682395376116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2010/02/inspiring-story.html' title='Inspiring story'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-8079843644808019960</id><published>2009-11-09T23:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:15:43.983+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Strawberries</title><content type='html'>Tadi malam aku dengan iseng ngepost thread di Plurk tentang 3 tipe cowo berdasarkan menu Strawberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Strawberry Goreng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Strawberry Double Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Strawberry Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Goreng:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terlihat ngga meyakinkan diluar, tekstur luar tepung yg digoreng jadi crispy2 gtu, tapi strawberrrynya sendiri lembut banget di dalem,cair malah. Dengan saus strawberry yang manis, strawberry  goreng jadi pas, aneh, dan bikin penasaran. Ohya,makannya sendiri harus dikit2 dan pelan - pelan, hanya terasa nikmatnya klo masih panas2.. ibarat cowo,hmm mungkin serunya pas PDKT, dan tipe kayak gini biasanya males buat ditunggu lama2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry  Double Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream manis dan cheese cream yg menggoda banget bikin tampilan strawberry double cream menarik secara tuh menu warnanya merah-putih. Rasanya juga enak, asem asem tapi manis. creamnya lembuuuttt banget sedangkan strawberrynya tetep fresh (masih keras dan asem). Ibarat cowok, sikapnya maniiisss banget, tapi sifatnya berpendirian dan  fresh (deskripsikan fresh mnurut kalian,bersemangat mungkin?) rada nyebelin karena sedikit terasa asam tapi bikin kita mau lagi makan tuh strawberry seperti cowo2 yg kadang bisa bikin jengkel tapi kita tetep aja di situ buat kejengkelan2 berikutnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah yang terakhir ini emang classic. Menu yang udah lama dari jaman baheula. rasanya tetep enak. Sour-bitter-sweet. Sepanjang masa. dan entah mengapa aku selalu merasa strawberry chocolate itu seksi. Nyahahhaa..Sebenernya biasa aja sih.. si strawberry chocolate ini. Tampilannya emng g terlihat ‘fun’ seperti double cream, tapi lebih elegan dengan warna merah-cokelat tua. Rada ‘dingin’ sih tampilannya. Tapi sebenernya waktu dimakan terasa hangat karena cokelatnya  lelehannya. hmmm….enaknya…ibarat cowo, tipe cowok ini tuh yang cool2 gtu,pasti disetiap jaman,tiap lingkungan, tiap sekolah pasti ada. Idola smua kaum hawa, seems unreachable, but once u reach ‘em maybe you both stuck forever..hahhaha..ohya, dan menu ini kayaknya g pernah membosankan..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah teori - teori aku ttg cowok yg diibaratkan srtawberries. Mungkin harusnya ditambah Strawberry Fondue kali yah..:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-8079843644808019960?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8079843644808019960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=8079843644808019960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/8079843644808019960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/8079843644808019960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2009/11/strawberries_09.html' title='the Strawberries'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-811957084278646122</id><published>2009-11-09T23:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:14:30.573+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Strawberries</title><content type='html'>Tadi malam aku dengan iseng ngepost thread di Plurk tentang 3 tipe cowo berdasarkan menu Strawberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Strawberry Goreng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Strawberry Double Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Strawberry Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Goreng:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terlihat ngga meyakinkan diluar, tekstur luar tepung yg digoreng jadi crispy2 gtu, tapi strawberrrynya sendiri lembut banget di dalem,cair malah. Dengan saus strawberry yang manis, strawberry  goreng jadi pas, aneh, dan bikin penasaran. Ohya,makannya sendiri harus dikit2 dan pelan - pelan, hanya terasa nikmatnya klo masih panas2.. ibarat cowo,hmm mungkin serunya pas PDKT, dan tipe kayak gini biasanya males buat ditunggu lama2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry  Double Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream manis dan cheese cream yg menggoda banget bikin tampilan strawberry double cream menarik secara tuh menu warnanya merah-putih. Rasanya juga enak, asem asem tapi manis. creamnya lembuuuttt banget sedangkan strawberrynya tetep fresh (masih keras dan asem). Ibarat cowok, sikapnya maniiisss banget, tapi sifatnya berpendirian dan  fresh (deskripsikan fresh mnurut kalian,bersemangat mungkin?) rada nyebelin karena sedikit terasa asam tapi bikin kita mau lagi makan tuh strawberry seperti cowo2 yg kadang bisa bikin jengkel tapi kita tetep aja di situ buat kejengkelan2 berikutnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah yang terakhir ini emang classic. Menu yang udah lama dari jaman baheula. rasanya tetep enak. Sour-bitter-sweet. Sepanjang masa. dan entah mengapa aku selalu merasa strawberry chocolate itu seksi. Nyahahhaa..Sebenernya biasa aja sih.. si strawberry chocolate ini. Tampilannya emng g terlihat ‘fun’ seperti double cream, tapi lebih elegan dengan warna merah-cokelat tua. Rada ‘dingin’ sih tampilannya. Tapi sebenernya waktu dimakan terasa hangat karena cokelatnya  lelehannya. hmmm….enaknya…ibarat cowo, tipe cowok ini tuh yang cool2 gtu,pasti disetiap jaman,tiap lingkungan, tiap sekolah pasti ada. Idola smua kaum hawa, seems unreachable, but once u reach ‘em maybe you both stuck forever..hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah teori - teori aku ttg cowok yg diibaratkan srtawberries. Mungkin harusnya ditambah Strawberry Fondue kali yah..:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-811957084278646122?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/811957084278646122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=811957084278646122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/811957084278646122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/811957084278646122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2009/11/strawberries.html' title='the Strawberries'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-7937755824174442836</id><published>2009-11-09T14:50:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:01:44.788+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't feel the guilt</title><content type='html'>I know that in life we always choose our way. And sometimes, our decision have the impact to others, so do their decision impact us. But, we never realize that most of the times it's all because of our own hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what path we take, they will stick with path they took.&lt;br /&gt;so, no matter wat we do, they will stay the same, unless they change their path by their own will :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you guys out there, stop feel the guilt of what u do, it's ur life, your options, your decisions. And stop blaming other of what happen to you. What u get is wat u work for, wat u have is wat u belong to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-7937755824174442836?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7937755824174442836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=7937755824174442836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/7937755824174442836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/7937755824174442836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wont-feel-guilt.html' title='I won&apos;t feel the guilt'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-5098067660946925553</id><published>2009-10-14T09:54:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T09:54:42.342+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving you.</title><content type='html'>It's easy coz you're beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-5098067660946925553?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5098067660946925553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=5098067660946925553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/5098067660946925553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/5098067660946925553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2009/10/loving-you.html' title='Loving you.'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-4957545782363141389</id><published>2009-09-09T13:29:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:11:30.815+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ht'/><title type='text'>I do my best</title><content type='html'>Mungkin bener kata org. Selalu ada yang datang dan selalu ada yg pergi... but i always believe some of those things stay,here, in our heart. Kadang gw menemukan sebuah masalah yg g berujung dan g berpangkal. Kadang gw menemukan fakta bahwa kata2 ga cukup buat nunjukin apa yg kita rasakan. Bahkan, kadang2 lebih baik lo diam, and some words better left unsaid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend, he is one of my closest friends. I just lost him, I'm being hurt and because of that I hurt him. Do I regret? nope, I told him that I'm hurt, and I don't regret it. But I'm sorry for that. Do I feel the lost? yes, indeed I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never be ashamed of having him as my friend. Though sometimes we have a fight and he's kinda annoying some moments, but it's him, my friend, who cares about me. i never blame his feelings towards me. I even feel the guilt when i cannot do the same. And after two years, I decide to pray and ask God's opinion about all of the guys 'around' me. I mean 'ALL', like 5 to 6 guys. so if which ever is meant to be with me He will lead the way, and if not they could stay away in a good condition. &lt;br /&gt;I don't really understand how it works, until the next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first guy I pray for was goin out with his ex. okay, one down.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then at night, Via *my highschool BFF* saying about my friend's blog (the one that just hate me like hell now) &lt;br /&gt;Then I open it, and look what I found??he made the mistake that I did last time we hav this huge fight. He wrote on his blog, about me that includes my mother's quote *which it's not hers. since she never said that* I am so MAD. so UPSET. I try to talk to him, I decide to stop hurting him and hurting my self *by his misread,and my misread, and knowing that being friend is not the solution. I knew it before my mind did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the twist: it turns out he hates me and feels disappointed. Question mark for me,but it's his rights. Anyway,I was so fade up and i don't really care till today I heard this 'nasehat' which says :"kerukunan adalah salah satu kunci ke surga"&lt;br /&gt;hmm,sounds make sense to me. And I text him, i say I'm sorry and pray him to be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this, i thought hate is the ugliest feeling that Allah has ever create.But, now, I don't think it is.. We could hate bad things, all of the things that Allah hates. Then, I realize, I do what is right..swallow my pride,I'm saying sorry with all of my heart if i hurt him. it's not make my disappointment lessen, but I try to be 'ikhlas' though, and I did. Then, I figure out that if his hate towards me bring us to 'kerukunan' why not? instead of staying friend but screw it again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw ngobrol sama dika,&lt;br /&gt;bimbi: dik kenapa sih temenan aja g bisa? malah salah paham terus..&lt;br /&gt;dika: beda bim klo pake perasaan..&lt;br /&gt;bimbi: emng g bisa jadi temen yg baik aja ya?&lt;br /&gt;dika: susah bim, pasti maunya lebih..kalau ngga ya ujung2nya cuma bisa ngejauh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT IT. kalau dengan bgitu jadi lbh baik, ya sudah..mngkn itu jawaban dr yg Allah setelah istiqoroh, walaupun g enk,tp ini udh qodarnya Allah.. ya toh?? Mngkn emang jalannya bgini..hoho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terlepas dari apapun, Allah itu emng udah yg paling puuooll! Smoga smua diberi kemudahan..aminaminamin..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-4957545782363141389?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4957545782363141389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=4957545782363141389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/4957545782363141389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/4957545782363141389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-do-my-best.html' title='I do my best'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-970936818356108821</id><published>2009-09-08T23:04:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:21:32.530+07:00</updated><title type='text'>try to put my feet back on the ground..</title><content type='html'>i really don't know what is going on with me. It's been weeks I feel so 'empty'. &lt;br /&gt;dulu gw sangat merasa beragama.. belakangan ini gw ngerasa jauuuuhhh banget sama Allah. Padahal ini Ramadhan lho.. (thinking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dengan segala cita2 gw, dengan segala kuliah gw, bahkan semua barang belanjaan gw, gw masih merasa 'kosong'. Gw seneng pny teman2 yg ngerti gw dan bisa berbagi sama gw. But lately, I realize that ada satu hal yg bahkan g bisa gw bagi sama sahabat gw sndiri. Indahnya iman, indahnya agama Allah. Indahnya Islam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisa sih, tapi gak se-bisa itu... Tapi mngkn g ada temen gw yg gw doain banget (sampe nangis2) kecuali dia. Meeennn, after all gw kenal dia, gw percaya Allah ngirim dya buat jagain gw selama di Bandung. Dia melakukan tgsnya dgn baik, dan dia ngajarin gw banyak hal.. gw doa supaya dia diberikan yang terbaik.. Dan gw gak rela kalo org2 yg gw sayang gak diberikan perlindungan-Nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, gw sendiri juga butuh pencerahan. BANGET! I feel so alone here.. sangat butuh nasehat yg memotivasi.. bzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-970936818356108821?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/970936818356108821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=970936818356108821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/970936818356108821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/970936818356108821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2009/09/try-to-put-my-feet-back-on-ground.html' title='try to put my feet back on the ground..'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-8192872831379857808</id><published>2009-08-09T01:05:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T01:30:18.910+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wedding Plan = Freak Out Dad</title><content type='html'>Okay, a couple days ago I wrote this&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/profile.php?id=791175889&amp;v=app_2347471856&amp;ref=profile"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about the wedding plan, most of my answers there are hyperbolic silly answers, one of the question asking about when will I get married, and I said "next year,haha.." and I answer all of the questions there, then I tagged some of my friends *not all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I dunno how, but my father have a very close friend, and his friend is sort of reading this note and he called my dad..asking bout my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;wedding&lt;/span&gt; NEXT YEAR! yeah..rite..thank you for confirming Sir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this early morning *on my way to the exchange students place to pick them up* my dad called. As usual, he's telling me about this meditation method *which I practice myself everyday* and asking about my activities for today. But then my dad told me that his friend checked out my notes on FB and he asked "are you gonna get married next year? do u wanna get married next year?" he (&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;try to&lt;/span&gt;)sounds calm, *but I know he's in a big shock and curious and panic in the same time* it's funny I have to say..hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I answered him carelessly, like "dad, it's just a silly notes, da?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank Allah he didn't get stroke or heart attack. I'm sorry by the way for the shocking news dad, your daughter could be too impulsive and ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: on my notes I wrote "I'm holding &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;centong&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; right now" the 'centong' mean big spoon for taking soup to your bowl. *see?it's a hyperbolic answer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish to have three wedding parties anyway.lol.&lt;br /&gt;-bims&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-8192872831379857808?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8192872831379857808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=8192872831379857808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/8192872831379857808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/8192872831379857808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-wedding-plan-freak-out-dad.html' title='My Wedding Plan = Freak Out Dad'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-4189378565678132755</id><published>2009-08-08T08:18:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T01:02:12.933+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kosan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SBM'/><title type='text'>My new room</title><content type='html'>hello all, i just wanna tell ya all that I just check out my new room, and when i turn my back on the door I read some rules on it written by the owner of course. *I should have a picture of it to show u guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong with that, but something bother me about the hot water usage schedule. Uniquely, my new kosan *you can call it like apartment, or well actually it's just a room, so in Bandung you can rent a room in a house, like boarding house,somethin like that* it is quite expensive, if u classify kosan into 3 classes(low, middle, high) then,my kosan in second class (middle). It cost IDR 1,250 million, but because I've been rent the room (since the old building,my new room is in the new building..it's renovated) for the past two years, so I got discount (IDR 1,100 mill)the laundry is excluded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facilities are the Internet connection,they say it's full furnished but I prefer use my old stuffs, TV cable, private toilet, and the hot water or may be scheduled usage of hot water I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I just check it out (in the middle of this holiday), I find out that the hot water usage is limited. It was SHOCKING, since my friend rent a room for IDR 1,1mill and he got the hot water WITHOUT ANY CONDITION, well unless it broke I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, there I were, stood in front of my new room and curse at the rules written. AGH! I think the owner is desperately stingy. And I must say that she's kinda cocky. Because if my mom complaining,then she will just like "ok,you can move out and take another house. Don't take my house then"&lt;br /&gt;What kind of SERVICE is that. No, offense ma'am, I take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Allah, please make me to be a better person instead of keep complaining. I have paid, I will stay for another year here, I'll take it no big deal. I'm so grateful to be able to stay,because they got mosque right across the house, so I can &lt;i&gt;ngaji&lt;/i&gt; easily..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that you have to read all of my complaints.whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, today I will assist my exchange class mate, they're Dutch and I'm about to take them to our campus (their new campus) and help them to buy their stuffs in some stores..yeah, it's gonna be so much FUN. Oh, and those are four of them, but one will go to UGM next week. The other will take class in SBM ITB this semester and they are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Casper Johannes Heijmen, Danka Oosterhof,and Maya Hendriksen&lt;/span&gt;. Welcome to INDONESIA ma maann!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!hav a nice weekend&lt;br /&gt;wish the water usage was unscheduled..ammeenn&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-4189378565678132755?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4189378565678132755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=4189378565678132755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/4189378565678132755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/4189378565678132755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-new-room.html' title='My new room'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-9037391771330820982</id><published>2009-08-07T12:14:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T14:44:37.734+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rumors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Selena Gomez and Demi Lovato Style</title><content type='html'>After weeks I have this MJ-syndrome which makes me buy-and-find-anything-about-MJ, it turns out that the syndrome finally gone. Not that GONE actually, but at least now I can talk other thing than Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my holiday isn't that boring actually, I watch Twilight (*sooo yesterday, I know) and I read the books (Eclipse on progress). And now, I  really love to search any kind of story which related to Twilight's casts (freak). Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like Taylor Lautner as Jacob Black, from three main character (according to me actually) between Bella, Edward, and Jake, I think Taylor is ssooo Jake. So, I start to find something on web, and find out that he(might) dating Selena Gomez, one of the cutest girl alive (again, according to me :p). Check out these pictures..what a sweet moments to share with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/startracks/090511/taylor_lautner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/startracks/090511/taylor_lautner.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/startracks/090518/selena_gomez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/startracks/090518/selena_gomez.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/startracks/090615/selena_gomez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/startracks/090615/selena_gomez.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/startracks/090601/taylor_lautner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/startracks/090601/taylor_lautner.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*The same bag, out with the same guy :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely watch Disney actually,but I watch her movie (for my empty holiday) the Princess Protection Program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3653/3551258681_22a5af4723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3653/3551258681_22a5af4723.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Princess Protection Program&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She play the role as Carter *I forget her last name there* and she plays with Demi Lovato. and I really love both. These two girl are BFF, Sel also has other BFF, Taylor Swift. We'll talk about her later I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, on that movie, I like Demi more than Sel. But for real (when I search both of them in &lt;i&gt;People&lt;/i&gt;) I love Sel futrher, since she's really stylist and always wear the right stuffs. While Demi, hmmm, what more I can say, you're all can check it out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sel's pics&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Red Carpet Style&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/stylewatch/hitormiss/081027/selena_gomez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/stylewatch/hitormiss/081027/selena_gomez.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/stylewatch/hitormiss/080901/selena_gomez1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/stylewatch/hitormiss/080901/selena_gomez1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/stylewatch/hitormiss/080901/selena_gomez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/stylewatch/hitormiss/080901/selena_gomez.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/stylewatch/hitormiss/090126/selena_gomez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/stylewatch/hitormiss/090126/selena_gomez.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/stylewatch/hitormiss/080929/selena_gomez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/stylewatch/hitormiss/080929/selena_gomez.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/startracks/080929/taylor_swift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/startracks/080929/taylor_swift.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/stylewatch/hitormiss/080929/selena_gomez1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/stylewatch/hitormiss/080929/selena_gomez1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/stylewatch/gallery/under_100/081215/selena_gomez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/stylewatch/gallery/under_100/081215/selena_gomez.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/stylewatch/hitormiss/090713/selena-gomez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 580px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/stylewatch/hitormiss/090713/selena-gomez.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Off The Carpet &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/stylewatch/hitormiss/090817/demi-lovato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 580px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/stylewatch/hitormiss/090817/demi-lovato.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;nice shoes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/stylewatch/hitormiss/090629/selena-gomez-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 580px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/stylewatch/hitormiss/090629/selena-gomez-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;classy-chic-casual&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/stylewatch/hitormiss/081013/selena_gomez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/stylewatch/hitormiss/081013/selena_gomez.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/stylewatch/hitormiss/090105/selena_gomez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/stylewatch/hitormiss/090105/selena_gomez.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/startracks/090330/selena_gomez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/startracks/090330/selena_gomez.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/startracks/090727/selena-gomez-435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/startracks/090727/selena-gomez-435.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Demi's Pics&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/startracks/090209/demi_lovato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/startracks/090209/demi_lovato.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/stylewatch/hitormiss/090309/demi_lovato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/stylewatch/hitormiss/090309/demi_lovato.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/stylewatch/hitormiss/090504/demi_lovato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/stylewatch/hitormiss/090504/demi_lovato.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/stylewatch/hitormiss/090511/demi_lovato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/stylewatch/hitormiss/090511/demi_lovato.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/stylewatch/hitormiss/090629/demi-lovato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 580px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/stylewatch/hitormiss/090629/demi-lovato.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/stylewatch/hitormiss/090803/demi-lovato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 580px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/stylewatch/hitormiss/090803/demi-lovato.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/startracks/090511/demi_lovato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/startracks/090511/demi_lovato.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Whuzz Up With the Make Up??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/stylewatch/beauty_trends/090420/rachel_bilson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/stylewatch/beauty_trends/090420/rachel_bilson.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/galleries/twitpics/090810/demi-lovato-660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/galleries/twitpics/090810/demi-lovato-660.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/stylewatch/trends/090720/mandy-moore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/stylewatch/trends/090720/mandy-moore.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Look Alike&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/startracks/080901/demi_lovato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/startracks/080901/demi_lovato.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/startracks/090119/selena_gomez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/startracks/090119/selena_gomez.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, which one do you like better? Sel or Demi? who ever your pick, I bet they're gonna be great actress one day.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish I was there..:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-9037391771330820982?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/9037391771330820982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=9037391771330820982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/9037391771330820982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/9037391771330820982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2009/08/selena-gomez-and-demi-lovato-style.html' title='Selena Gomez and Demi Lovato Style'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3653/3551258681_22a5af4723_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-73347100907401118</id><published>2009-08-07T11:14:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:13:31.370+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>best items found</title><content type='html'>yesterday I went out with my BFF, Andika Wiradiputra, to Pondok Indah Mall 2. We watched UP with my high-school-pals. Then, the shopping window start from meToo PIM 1. I found this cute heels (or wedges?). It was really fit on me, the price also make sense..*make sense doesn't mean fit on,lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Snuwa7MvJzI/AAAAAAAAAMs/wn4CFsEbGVI/s1600-h/IMG00258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Snuwa7MvJzI/AAAAAAAAAMs/wn4CFsEbGVI/s320/IMG00258.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367077357556279090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SnuwaR51E9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/rAvG_Nf9t4k/s1600-h/IMG00257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SnuwaR51E9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/rAvG_Nf9t4k/s320/IMG00257.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367077346471121874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we go back to PIM 2 and dying to see (X)SML stuff on the third floor there, which we have to pass ZARA. well, there we were, can't get pass it without stop by first. It won't hurt you by the way (at least that's my thought before we find the finest stuffs there). I was hunting for girl's stuffs and he was searching for something nice around the man section. I show him some shoes I admire and then I found a Michael Jackson's kind of jacket. With the buttons, velvet accent, and of coure details (agh! I love details). Dika tried it on, and it was really, really, fit on him.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Snuwbbk99II/AAAAAAAAAM8/BAc6EgUE3W4/s1600-h/IMG00260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Snuwbbk99II/AAAAAAAAAM8/BAc6EgUE3W4/s320/IMG00260.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367077366247847042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SnuwbF8wSsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/FOP-5QrWY4s/s1600-h/IMG00259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SnuwbF8wSsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/FOP-5QrWY4s/s320/IMG00259.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367077360442034882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SnuxyZtmnDI/AAAAAAAAANE/irZQG4kCsrY/s1600-h/IMG00262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SnuxyZtmnDI/AAAAAAAAANE/irZQG4kCsrY/s320/IMG00262.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367078860395813938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy, I'll buy that jacket. DAMN! that jacket is the exact jacket that I wanna have. Oh, really forgot to mention that now I'm a big fan of MJ since his memorial service ceremony, *shoooott!&lt;br /&gt;well, by the way, the price is choking my throat when I read the tag, it's IDR 1.500.000.. but though I think it's even. Since you will never find it anywhere else and you can't copy it with all the details and cutting. Really breaks my heart when we have to hang it back on its place..:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now we're back to female section,I grab three pantses I found there. Two of them are denim with undescribable cutting, and the last one is the coolest one (yet freak if I might admit). the last pants' material is the same material with MJ's jacket which he usually wears on his Billly Jean performance. the bling2 one..&lt;br /&gt;When I tried it on,it was fit on my legs and it looks like black leather pants tight up. Really great cutting if I were Kate Moss or Taylor Momsen. the price is around IDR 300.000. But ya right, where in the world on this country am I gonna wear it? I believe I can't where it anywhere unless I live in Calif of NYC, that would lead to different story..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SnuxzhfyFYI/AAAAAAAAANc/flS0eSpu1-4/s1600-h/IMG00275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SnuxzhfyFYI/AAAAAAAAANc/flS0eSpu1-4/s320/IMG00275.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367078879665198466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SnuxzAY4rvI/AAAAAAAAANU/aMpTExCUuEg/s1600-h/IMG00274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SnuxzAY4rvI/AAAAAAAAANU/aMpTExCUuEg/s320/IMG00274.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367078870777900786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Snuxy1c-zaI/AAAAAAAAANM/drY0OXJX0fk/s1600-h/IMG00272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Snuxy1c-zaI/AAAAAAAAANM/drY0OXJX0fk/s320/IMG00272.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367078867842289058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've got from Tuesday-stuffs-hunting with my BFF..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I have it all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SnuwaG0UTLI/AAAAAAAAAMc/qWtagWUjg4U/s1600-h/IMG00256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SnuwaG0UTLI/AAAAAAAAAMc/qWtagWUjg4U/s320/IMG00256.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367077343495212210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-73347100907401118?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/73347100907401118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=73347100907401118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/73347100907401118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/73347100907401118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2009/08/best-items-found.html' title='best items found'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Snuwa7MvJzI/AAAAAAAAAMs/wn4CFsEbGVI/s72-c/IMG00258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-2466545192805880345</id><published>2009-06-12T12:32:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:42:27.532+07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINAL SCORE IS OUT</title><content type='html'>yaya..temen2 gw smuanya juga udah ngeliat nilai akhir semester dan SBM menjadi neraka dunia..bginilah percakapan gw kluar kawasan ITB dengan lunglai kemarin sore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bimbi: Agh! nilai gw jeleg nyeet! ge ga akan belajar2 lagi!&lt;br /&gt;dika: jangan gtulah, harusnya tambah semangat&lt;br /&gt;temen dika: tenang bim, shit happens in life&lt;br /&gt;bimbi: YEAH! and SHIT happens a little more often in MY LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bginilah..kadang naik kadang turun, kadang menyedihkan... :(&lt;br /&gt;but though, no other shit smells even worse than this one in my SBM life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-2466545192805880345?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2466545192805880345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=2466545192805880345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/2466545192805880345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/2466545192805880345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2009/06/final-score-is-out.html' title='FINAL SCORE IS OUT'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-7886275035445926876</id><published>2009-06-04T11:23:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T11:55:37.113+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cain and Abel korean drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SidMts-XO-I/AAAAAAAAALE/aoOblqEKgXo/s1600-h/20090217_cain_poster_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SidMts-XO-I/AAAAAAAAALE/aoOblqEKgXo/s320/20090217_cain_poster_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343323830948936674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I spent my time watching DVDs at home. After searching so many korean dramas to watch, I finally watch Cain and Abel starring So Ji-sub, Shin Hyeon-joon, Chae Jeong-an, and Han Ji-min. So Ji-sub was taking the role in korean drama 'I'm sorry, I love you'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story Based on the biblical story of Adam and Eve’s first two sons, Cain and Abel is about Cain’s jealousy towards his brother Abel. Lee Cho In (So Ji-sub) is a very gifted doctor who has everything that he wants whereas his older brother, Seon Woo(SHin Hyeon-joon), is jealous of all the attention that Cho In receives. Seon Woo blames his brother for taking everything good in his life away from him. Seon Woo blames Cho In for getting their father’s love, getting more recognition as a doctor, and for stealing the woman he loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SidRi_QPcSI/AAAAAAAAALM/EgJiMelHjaY/s1600-h/wallpaperg1280kallua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SidRi_QPcSI/AAAAAAAAALM/EgJiMelHjaY/s320/wallpaperg1280kallua.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343329144435339554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I think this drama is amusing and cool. With all the story line, setting, the strong characteristic of each character, and great act of all stars involeved. I think the conspiracy story line really interesting and keep me watching this series. What I like from korean drama is they always show the both sides of each character, thus we can really feel the flow and the character not to naif. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SidSMrtDYDI/AAAAAAAAALU/yNbeSefG5HQ/s1600-h/so_ji_sub_cain_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SidSMrtDYDI/AAAAAAAAALU/yNbeSefG5HQ/s320/so_ji_sub_cain_02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343329860741980210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my own opinion, So Ji-sub is a great actor. He played his role very well and we can feel his character emotion after all he has been through in this movie. And I admit that now I'm one of his fans :D. So, I'm gonna add some of his pics here..hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SidS7bVb4NI/AAAAAAAAALs/_ANKna-0Q4g/s1600-h/photo52049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SidS7bVb4NI/AAAAAAAAALs/_ANKna-0Q4g/s320/photo52049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343330663801807058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SidS04J8ogI/AAAAAAAAALk/IlMAkbRDZl0/s1600-h/sojisub31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SidS04J8ogI/AAAAAAAAALk/IlMAkbRDZl0/s320/sojisub31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343330551279165954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-7886275035445926876?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7886275035445926876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=7886275035445926876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/7886275035445926876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/7886275035445926876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2009/06/cain-and-abel-korean-drama.html' title='Cain and Abel korean drama'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SidMts-XO-I/AAAAAAAAALE/aoOblqEKgXo/s72-c/20090217_cain_poster_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-7470791403032959684</id><published>2009-05-26T16:10:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T11:21:14.632+07:00</updated><title type='text'>real life: the REAL fairy tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SidLpDypOSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/y_9QVOW_VPM/s1600-h/enchanted_poster_usa_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SidLpDypOSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/y_9QVOW_VPM/s320/enchanted_poster_usa_big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343322651662825762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,here's the idea, my sister and I wanna start a fashion business..but I'm not that sure about it. Too many things to worry about. But, though I'm gonna think about it over and over till I got the best decision. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I dunno why a few days ago I remember about my friend, we were so close, until I realize that I liked him and I think he did too. Then, he has to go to Malaysia took a scholarship and left as friend. I thought he was the one, the perfect guy for me, for good. I remember I watche The Enchanted movie with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story begins when a girl named Giselle from fairy tale trapped in the real life, where there is no such thing as 'happily ever after'. She met this guy who was a single parent of a daughter. He works as a lawyer that taking cares of divorce cases. This girl waiting for her prince to come and take her back, thus while she's waiting her prince she live with this new guy and his daughter. At the end of the story, both turn out to fall in love for each other. When the prince back and asked her to come with him, she asked him to take her to a ball before they go back to the  Andalasia. In that ball both couple met. And Giselle dance with the lawyer-guy. And the 'So Close' song played. Even though this movie taken place in 'real life' but it turns out great anyway. I mean at the end they're together,build new family, new business, new life. And pathetically, me and my friend who watched it never went to that part, when we get together and going through life that easily and that simple. Why? because we are the real actors in the real actual life called L.I.F.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think that's the difference between fairy tales, movies, and real life. I dunno should I talk to my friend about what I feel about this past few months since I've been avoiding him. Well, before new year I found that he's just not that into me, instead he really wanna get closer to my friend, which makes me piss, ha! Because I think he so damn stupid to not knowing my real feeling about him. And about all weird relationship we've been sitting on before he gone to Malaysia. But I never really try to talk about it, beacause I don't want any 'serious relationship' with him at the moment, so I don't even know what's the point of spill it out to him. See how complicated is that? at least it's more complicated than the fairy tale does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-7470791403032959684?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7470791403032959684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=7470791403032959684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/7470791403032959684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/7470791403032959684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/real-life-real-fairy-tale.html' title='real life: the REAL fairy tale'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SidLpDypOSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/y_9QVOW_VPM/s72-c/enchanted_poster_usa_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-6945931690725549473</id><published>2009-05-26T16:07:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:10:12.474+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV series'/><title type='text'>Grey's Anatomy season 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/ShuxtRkHQUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zWDk7bQHqzs/s1600-h/season-five-poster_394x524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/ShuxtRkHQUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zWDk7bQHqzs/s320/season-five-poster_394x524.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340057174544957762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey's Anatomy is one of the best TV dramas ever!!&lt;br /&gt;Good, I just watch the finale episode for season 5 on last Saturday. And it's killing me so bad to watch so many things happened in this episode. If you check out the review about it, there are a lot of comments saying that it was the best finale episode for a drama TV series. I really wanna to spill it out, but I bet for those who hate spoiler will kill me if I do. Haha.. Things turns upside down for - almost- all characters. Starts from Izzie, Meredith, Cristina, and the most shocking last moment was happened to Goerge. I love all the twisting and surprising fact that keeps my head on it, haha! For people out there who haven't watch thisTV series I insist you all to watch,it's worth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-6945931690725549473?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6945931690725549473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=6945931690725549473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/6945931690725549473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/6945931690725549473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/greys-anatomy-season-5.html' title='Grey&apos;s Anatomy season 5'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/ShuxtRkHQUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zWDk7bQHqzs/s72-c/season-five-poster_394x524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-8240683881989929665</id><published>2009-05-13T10:26:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T10:12:14.733+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sneakers'/><title type='text'>cool sneakers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/ShdoJSwglfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/SZ2uwgGcYfw/s1600-h/IMG00135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/ShdoJSwglfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/SZ2uwgGcYfw/s320/IMG00135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338850392134424050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/ShdoJOyoUHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/GHRu_kgG7T4/s1600-h/IMG00134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/ShdoJOyoUHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/GHRu_kgG7T4/s320/IMG00134.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338850391069577330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Shdm8SU7dkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Exk6U5r5VzI/s1600-h/IMG00132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Shdm8SU7dkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Exk6U5r5VzI/s320/IMG00132.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338849069168817730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Shdm8FSuHtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RJDOm2WAwPo/s1600-h/IMG00124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Shdm8FSuHtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RJDOm2WAwPo/s320/IMG00124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338849065669893842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Shdm8G2CZiI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ogD2RNmomO0/s1600-h/IMG00131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Shdm8G2CZiI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ogD2RNmomO0/s320/IMG00131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338849066086458914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Shdm75tfgEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/KrK914sLGgM/s1600-h/IMG00121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Shdm75tfgEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/KrK914sLGgM/s320/IMG00121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338849062560956482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Shdm7s8ExOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wlIuxCb2vsI/s1600-h/IMG00119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Shdm7s8ExOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wlIuxCb2vsI/s320/IMG00119.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338849059132458210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, a few weeks ago (before I got sick) I went to Pondok Indah Mall 1 with my family. We went to Planet Sport and I found some cute sneakers and boots from Dr. Marteen. Agh! So many things to buy,haha..well at least I got one even though I should borrowed my mom's money first.. I'll pay it in terms, :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the Dr. Marteen boots is one of the most cutest shoes I've ever tried on my feet, unfortunately it cost IDR 1,999,900. *F. I think I should sell my SonyEricsson mobile phone and safe some money. Wish me luck! purple boots, I'm comiiinngg!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-8240683881989929665?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8240683881989929665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=8240683881989929665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/8240683881989929665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/8240683881989929665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2009/05/cool-sneakers.html' title='cool sneakers'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/ShdoJSwglfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/SZ2uwgGcYfw/s72-c/IMG00135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-2146290382703146157</id><published>2009-04-29T13:04:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:18:04.620+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Too many things to tell</title><content type='html'>It's been a while I leave my blog life..hahaha..and all because of my study (even though I'm not actually 'study'), doing my assignments, and everything. Oh almost forgot tomorrow I'll have my presentation as the candidate for Satoe Indoensia's president. it's a long story though, about Satoe Indonesia, and about I got traped in this situation. Well, but if you insist to know more about Satoe Indonesia you can browse it at www.satoeindonesia.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i just open this blog, http://karlascloset.blogspot.com, and I find the coolest shoes that she wears in one of her photos. check it out! (and enjoy..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SffvMKsqKJI/AAAAAAAAAJs/QADWTa5RMUM/s1600-h/juicy3-2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SffvMKsqKJI/AAAAAAAAAJs/QADWTa5RMUM/s320/juicy3-2-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329991676325406866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Sffvh2kMxVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/VH_naJqrL8c/s1600-h/juicy5-2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Sffvh2kMxVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/VH_naJqrL8c/s320/juicy5-2-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329992048878339410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-2146290382703146157?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2146290382703146157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=2146290382703146157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/2146290382703146157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/2146290382703146157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2009/04/too-many-things-to-tell.html' title='Too many things to tell'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SffvMKsqKJI/AAAAAAAAAJs/QADWTa5RMUM/s72-c/juicy3-2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-7692310362776781556</id><published>2009-04-04T23:13:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:21:33.794+07:00</updated><title type='text'>some theory are based on a story</title><content type='html'>last week I had the chitchat thing with my friends. He got some problems with this girl because he thought that this girl is not reliable since she come and go just lika THAT in a snap. It's make sense for me because I believe he has the trauma from his last relationship where his ex-girlfriend cheatin' on him. I asked him why he can't give this new girl her chance to fix her mistake, I mean we're only human anyway. But then, he says that it just won't do, and he has this theory about it from nanny McPhee "when someone need you but don't want you, stay. If they want you but don't need you, don't stay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny things is he later told me that he's lookin' for an everlasting relationship while she's lookin' for real relationship which ends up down the aisle, we usually call it as marriage. For this reason, he try to tell me that they have different vision of a relationship. for me, it's just as weird as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm not pretty sure what that suppose to mean, all I know is that (all of that) theories don't work on me as well as they do on my pal.&lt;br /&gt;For me, you just have to do what you have to. There are moments where you should understand and in the other moments you just have to stick to your principles in life. You cannot judge them only from our prespective, they're not us. You won't understand them if you only read them by your dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe as a human being, every each of us have our own story and make our own theories. People try to tell what they know, then they stick with others who speak the same language ars they do. It is really interesting phenomenon actually where people starts to blocking their community for their own. For example, the in a school or workplace or campus (anywhere actually) we can find the popular guys and girls, the nerd one, the bullies, the comedian, the musician, the  provocator, etc. There is noway that the nerd could hang out with the popular one. It's not because they want to make the block, but it ends up like that because they can only be friends with people like themselves. They speak the same language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other phenomenon came up when me and my friends discussed about the needs for existence as a human being. The feeling of greatness, the thirst to be recognized, the words of 'someone', the greatness to be SPECIAL. People have their own way in fulfill this needs for existence.Some make some achievements in their career, some do stupidity childish act in public, some use drugs, some having sex freely, blah..blah..blah... maybe some of you questioning why I mentioned 'having sex' includes in one of ways in gettin the existence. Because (believe it or not) there are bunch of people who have opinion that having expertise in free sex is cool or something like that. We need to be special among our friends, the community define the meaning of 'special'. Computer freak have a hunch that Bill Gates is genius, special; Mafia have a hunch that Al Capone is a legend or somethin like that; Wayang freak say that Gatot Kaca is the greatest hero ever exist; the point is, what special for one community doesn't mean special for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, society become a jungle which you don't know where to go and once you go inside you will find that the color of leaves are not only green and yellow. they are all unpredictable. You'll find communities there; they talk their own language, they have their own frequency. Even though I talk crab about free  sex people doin out there, or I talk about how people using drugs, or I may talk about sex disorientation like gay,lesbian, and bisex; but actually, i know nothing. I can't read them as they read their people. It's like I'm an Indonesian who learn English but however I can't speak that language as fluent as Shakespeare does.There is berrier that stands between my world and theirs. Gay people can read rather someone's gay or not, indigo guy can only speak 'normaly' with indigo girl, people who had sex know rather someone's virgin or expert, and many others example that I can write down as a novel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet a lot of people, I judge people sometimes, I know I'm wrong in doing that. But though I learn from them, they show me the world outside my box without really taking me out from it. I have my principles, I'm only human who sometimes wish for a perfect world, hope everything will be as smooth I want it to be. I hold on my belief, I see things black and white. But I realize in this kind of world I only can live MY LIFE, I can only walk my wire. I cannot change someone else's life, I cannot make them stay when they're leaving, I cannot make them laugh when they're hurting inside, I cannot make them stand behind the line when they're just crossing it, but the saddest thing I can tell is I can't make them feel how hard and hurt it was when they did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some theories become facts, some mistakes forgiven, some memories stay, some friends speak the same language. But some others, they work on the other way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-7692310362776781556?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7692310362776781556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=7692310362776781556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/7692310362776781556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/7692310362776781556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-theory-are-based-on-story.html' title='some theory are based on a 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url='http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd217/SnowbunnyPB/fasion/th_runway.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-6527588883511318960</id><published>2008-12-04T14:39:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:42:55.902+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance by Evan and Jaron</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sky has lost it's color &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sun has turned to grey &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;At least that's how it feels to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever you're away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I crawl up in the corner &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;To watch the minutes pass &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each one brings me closer to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;The time you're comin' back &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take the distance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take the miles &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take the time until I next see you smile &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take the distance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm not ashamed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;That with every breath I take I'm calling your name &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I can't take the distance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still believe my feelings &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;But sometimes I feel too much &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I make believe you're close to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it ain't close enough &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not nearly close enough &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take the distance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take the miles &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take the time until I next see you smile &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take the distance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm not ashamed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;That with every breath I take I'm calling your name &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll brave fire and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll brave rain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be by your side &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll do anything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take the distance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will go the distance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will go the miles &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's how much you mean to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I can't take the distance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take these miles &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take the time until I next see you smile &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take the distance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm not ashamed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;That with every breath I take I'm calling your name &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take the distance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;The distance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take the distance anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sumpah, gw sesuka itu sama OSTnya Serendipity ini..heuheu..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no offense, tapi emang segombal itu aja..hahhahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-6527588883511318960?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6527588883511318960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=6527588883511318960' title='0 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selama kurang lebih 3 hari, dapat dilihat hasi pemungutan suara yang sangat tipis dan sengit antara Rizani Imaniar (Nyanya) dengan Arresty Wahyu A. (Arres). Namun, dengan kekifisan yang tak dapat dipungkiri, akhirnya kita mendapatkan juara terkifis..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the winner is....NYANYA!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;selamat bagi nyanya, hadiah dapat ditunggu di kelas sebelum RAT hari ini..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahhahahahha!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;trimakasih untuk pertisipasi kalian semuaa...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-6283304944509728007?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6283304944509728007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=6283304944509728007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/6283304944509728007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/6283304944509728007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-kiface-goes-to.html' title='And the KIFACE goes to....'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-2852796263901536053</id><published>2008-12-01T14:05:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T16:22:11.977+07:00</updated><title type='text'>another kifis</title><content type='html'>Bimbi:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/STOsr8f0pkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8f8FauU9zdM/s1600-h/021308085514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/STOsr8f0pkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8f8FauU9zdM/s200/021308085514.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274749459554936386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/STONHAIZjfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/eTl6SY8tMh0/s1600-h/bimbi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/STONHAIZjfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/eTl6SY8tMh0/s320/bimbi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274714740014812658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dika:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/STONHQ9bUwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-f4n9y-D2fc/s1600-h/dika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/STONHQ9bUwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-f4n9y-D2fc/s320/dika.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274714744532194050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/STOQ3NYfWZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/uPHomVhCDPA/s1600-h/dikalagi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 87px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/STOQ3NYfWZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/uPHomVhCDPA/s320/dikalagi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274718866740566418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devi:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/STONHsStLYI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WYz0TGFylUI/s1600-h/devi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/STONHsStLYI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WYz0TGFylUI/s320/devi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274714751869201794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-2852796263901536053?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2852796263901536053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=2852796263901536053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/2852796263901536053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/2852796263901536053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-kifis.html' title='another kifis'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/STOsr8f0pkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8f8FauU9zdM/s72-c/021308085514.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-5600843118170002012</id><published>2008-12-01T13:56:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:05:07.391+07:00</updated><title type='text'>KIFIS chart!! VOTE NOW</title><content type='html'>Pilih yang paling kifis, semua juga boleh!!ahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kibar:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/STOLGk7XUsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/2m03lbfDFKM/s1600-h/kibar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/STOLGk7XUsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/2m03lbfDFKM/s320/kibar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274712533689127618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redo:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/STOLGzrbpHI/AAAAAAAAAHk/QKUIcHavtXk/s1600-h/redo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/STOLGzrbpHI/AAAAAAAAAHk/QKUIcHavtXk/s320/redo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274712537648833650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyanya:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/STOLHcZohQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qu7VZGOxP9Y/s1600-h/nyanya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 122px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/STOLHcZohQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qu7VZGOxP9Y/s320/nyanya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274712548580033794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arres:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/STOLHb9EqcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/eAeYyzIFcsA/s1600-h/arres+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/STOLHb9EqcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/eAeYyzIFcsA/s320/arres+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274712548460243394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/STOLHKcLZVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qQ71_XBK3Rk/s1600-h/gracia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/STOLHKcLZVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qQ71_XBK3Rk/s320/gracia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274712543758869842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-5600843118170002012?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5600843118170002012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=5600843118170002012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/5600843118170002012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/5600843118170002012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2008/12/kifis-chart-vote-now.html' title='KIFIS chart!! VOTE NOW'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/STOLGk7XUsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/2m03lbfDFKM/s72-c/kibar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-7654501705282593639</id><published>2008-11-28T12:40:00.018+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T15:38:23.272+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='product'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SBM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crescendo'/><title type='text'>OUR PRODUCCTTTSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SS-tjgo8HhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tGUtxssa9Rw/s1600-h/IMG_1110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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It's a very comfortable chair which will follow your body when you sit on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Interested? want some?leave your e- mail address, and we will inform you right away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-7654501705282593639?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7654501705282593639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=7654501705282593639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/7654501705282593639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/7654501705282593639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-producctttss.html' title='OUR PRODUCCTTTSS'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SS-tjgo8HhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tGUtxssa9Rw/s72-c/IMG_1110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-846796232671139950</id><published>2008-09-19T08:47:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:29:38.403+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>if you had a bad day</title><content type='html'>Huuuhh!! This morning I get this sms that bring me to the deepest of the lowest ravine of mood. Intinya, gw bad mood, ampe tadi gw jahaaaattt banget sama ade kelas gw (merasa berdosa gw). Jadi gini, mereka itu kan disuruh bikin acara buka bersama. Nahnah, lalu setiap senior satu orang dikasih satu undangan. Terus, ade kelas gw (sebut saja Melati--&gt;dah kayak acara BUSER g? nama disamarkan,hehehe) kan kemaren dah nelvon mau ngasih hari ini, trus gw bilang ya udah ke kelas gw aja, eh tadi pagi (setelah mendapatkan sms tidak menyenangkan yg nanti akan gw jelaskan) dia sms " kak kalo jam 9 di depan audi bisa kan?" nah lo, karena gw lagi bt dan lagi mau nyari ribut gw bilang "gw ada rapat IBE" trus, dia bilang " kalo dikasihnya hari senin aja gapapa kak?" terus gw bilang aja, "kalo mau hari ini ke tutor gw aja, kalo ngga juga gw g rugi." sumpah. JAHAT BANGET kaaannn???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maav banget lho...huhuhuhu..dia akhirnya bales mau jam 11 ke kelas gw, dan gw akan berniat untuk minta maav dan bilang bahwa tadi pagi gw lagi seBT itu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke, next story? Why do I become so not in da mood? itu semua karena temen gw. Jadi gini, minggu lalu kan gw lagi gencar2nya dan semangat2nya baca Quran, nahnah, dia bilang kalo suara gw yang sedang membaca Quran terdengar lucu dan menyenangkan trus dia nyemangatin. Sms dia gw bales dengan santai, dan sedikit ngerasa berdosa. karena gw pikir gw mengganggu waktu tidur beliau, gw bilang "hahah, iya nih mas lagi ngejar setoran. Ajkk disemangatin, maav mengganggu waktu tidur."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, seminggu ini jujur aja, gw emang dah g segetol minggu lalu baca Qurannya, karena satu dan lain hal (banyak tugas, cape,males, dan alasan2 manusiawi lainnya). Eh, di pagi hari yang cerah ini, dia sms gw dan bilang "bim, kok dah g ngejar setoran lagi?Udah tenang aja, gw gak ada perasaan suka atau jatuh cinta, cuma rasa sayang sesama orang iman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gondok gak gw? FYI, gw orang yang sangat ngga GRan dan bahkan gw sangat ngga sensi masalah begitu. Gw udah baikan sih sama temen gw itu, gw bilang aja,gw seneng disemangatin tapi tersinggung karena dibilang begitu, karena gw ngga pernah mencampur-adukan masalah akhirat sama masalah serendah itu. I'm not that shallow. dia minta maav dan bilang cuma buat memastikan aja. Gw heran deh, kenapa sih mesti ngingetin yang pake nyakitin hati ? Udahlah ya..toh gw dah baikan juga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduh,mood gw seterganggu itu lho gara2 hari gw yang dimulai dengan ketidak senangan. Sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-846796232671139950?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/846796232671139950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=846796232671139950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/846796232671139950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/846796232671139950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-you-had-bad-day.html' title='if you had a bad day'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-8500022726835209642</id><published>2008-09-18T17:13:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:29:26.325+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='share'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>gw pembohong</title><content type='html'>beberapa minggu ini, gw rada bingung deh..blog itu kan tempat gw mencurahkan semua khayal dan ide2 gw, tapi kok sekarang jadi rada terbatas ya?? sebenernya bukan cuma di blog, beberapa hari ini gw merasa jadi bajingan pembohong yang ngga bisa ngapa- ngapain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernahkah kalian merasa bahwa mengetahui sesuatu hal terkadang lebih buruk dari pada ngga tau sama sekali? Pernah ngga merasa kayak udah ngga punya temen, atau kalo toh lo punya lo nngerasa kayak beda dunia??g selebay itu sih..gw-nya aja,hihihii...yah bingung aja. I just wanna know where and when I should stop. dunia gw kayak ngga berporos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAGGGHHH!!!kangen SMA, dimana gw ngga terlalu care sama kehidupan orang lain, masalah orang lain, dan apa pun yang ada urusannya ama orang lain. Gw mau punya hidup gw sendiri, cerita gw sendiri. bukan cerita orang. Bukan malah mikirin hidup orang. sometimes I feel so sick and tired to be myself, peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-8500022726835209642?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8500022726835209642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=8500022726835209642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/8500022726835209642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/8500022726835209642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2008/09/gw-pembohong.html' title='gw pembohong'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-3356202365395474274</id><published>2008-09-18T16:26:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:06:43.169+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignments, RULES!</title><content type='html'>huaa!! I'm getting tired with all this stuff.. All the assignment make me crazy freak. What so ever.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday I just browsing the Internet about Ellen DeGeneres who just get married with her partner. Yeah she's a lesbian. It's kinda awkward to see the real world today. Well, there's nothing wrong with that, but I think earth isn't revolve in its axle anymore. Ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I just watch Gossip Girl season 2. Haha, the twisting always entertained me, really light yet funny.Okay, what else I can say? Yeah, every people has their own mistake. Sometimes they just make it up to running from something they should've face. May be that's what I just do. I make mistake to getaway from stuff that haunting me. Something I cannot run from but still I try to. Another ironic issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna enjoy my life and my time, really try to have my own life and I just wanna stop living someone else's life. I just realize that making a decision is that hard. Especially when it's not only for yourself, but also for your friends or even family. I hate to hurt them. I don't want to be a mean girl. But, I do become one. Ineed to find my axle, the real one. wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-3356202365395474274?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3356202365395474274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=3356202365395474274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/3356202365395474274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/3356202365395474274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2008/09/assignments-rules.html' title='Assignments, RULES!'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-1213898208320851083</id><published>2008-09-15T11:27:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T16:26:00.380+07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you just don't know what the h*** that you want</title><content type='html'>Yeah yeah, it must be really hard for all you when you found that there a situation which you have to decide, but don't really know which option to choose. And the hardest part is when it comes to your life. You have to decide something that will determine your future or what you're gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that God create me as a I'm-so-sure-what-I-want, even though I'm not sure how to get there, but at least I know where to go. I'm a black-and-white person. I hold on to my family and my religion so tight, then I know what I should and shouldn't do, from there I know what I want acting once in a while in this short time of show we called life. I have what I believe, I never get tired to remind all of you guys that we should keep coming back to our belief, when you don't know where to go and what to do. it helps. a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you today is what you did yesterday, what you'll be tomorrow is what you do today. For someone out there who is looking for a true-eternal-happiness, do what you have to do today. just remember, life is more than an I'm-looking-for-happiness kind of show, the happiness that you get from this life is a deceiving happiness. To get the real one, you cannot take it for granted, there are immolation, you lose your friends, loves one, family, but don't let your self to lose the sight of your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-1213898208320851083?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1213898208320851083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=1213898208320851083' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/1213898208320851083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/1213898208320851083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-you-just-dont-know-what-h-that-you.html' title='When you just don&apos;t know what the h*** that you want'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-6317385533090350434</id><published>2008-09-04T16:36:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:34:44.509+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>We're only human - Inspiring Steve Jobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SL-1eBaDSsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/S5yCAgJj8iI/s1600-h/mn_macworld_caps104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SL-1eBaDSsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/S5yCAgJj8iI/s320/mn_macworld_caps104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242108018660952770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today I have to collect my assignment about my own experience according to Steve Jobs speech in Standford University. He talks about three stories : 1. Connecting dots; 2. Love and loss;3. the death.&lt;br /&gt;The point is all of those stories bring him to success. In the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pirates of the Valley &lt;/span&gt;we can see his history with Bill Gates along time ago. I learning something from this movie and from his inspiring speech. He was so arrogant and always push everyone to work so hard for his Apple computer company. But somehow, I can see that he just an ordinary human. He born from an imperfect family, he lost what he had, he love his job and family, and after all he is just a human being that might die on the next day. He is only a human that can do wrong things and fix some it to be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Craig David song said that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I'm only human, born to make mistake"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at some  points, we all do our mistake, but we can do all over again and make a good stuff right? Sometimes I wondering, why many people likes to do the same mistake they did all over again? Without consider to much people will be hurt, or even hurting themselves. Ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another song from Nelly Furtado said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Coz this life is too short to live it just for you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; This is an inspiring song for me also. It is true that life so short if we live it for ourselves only. How can we be happy of what we've got if we're not share it with others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, thus I just learn to live my life happily do some mistakes, get my dream, and share it with all the people that I loves. And the most important thing is I will live my own life,e not someone else's life. Hope you all readers do the same way too..So, LOVE YOUR LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all love&lt;br /&gt;for all who love to live their life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-6317385533090350434?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6317385533090350434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=6317385533090350434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/6317385533090350434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/6317385533090350434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2008/09/were-only-human.html' title='We&apos;re only human - Inspiring Steve Jobs'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SL-1eBaDSsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/S5yCAgJj8iI/s72-c/mn_macworld_caps104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-1739556284355447507</id><published>2008-09-02T11:31:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:32:15.604+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>bunch of thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have you ever found your body too weak to move and your mind fills with thought without solution. It's me, I’m the emotional one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It's like you know for so long about one of your old friend, you know it before they told you. Once they decide to speak up their feeling and they just approve what your thought about them is right, you can see the sky is falling apart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Like you read Dan Brown's book that full mystery, when you just keep guessing what would happen next and when what you thought would happen is really happening in the story, you would have said "That's exactly what I just thought." But yet, life is not a book. You cannot read the story and finish it then just close that book, keep it on your shelf, if that book lucky enough, they will end up on your console table beside your bed. Life is something more than that, you have to keep see things that sometimes (for me is most of the time) you don't like. You don't wanna know. They say a best when they say nothing at all. No, truth is better somehow, but you cannot close that book, you should do something, you the one who decide what happen next. Only God knows what I should do now. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here's the thing, sometimes I just dont wanna know about the day after tomorrow, the judgments day, and the day after we die, after they die. I do't care who my friend is, what makes them happy, I'll give them everything to make them happy. But life is not about EVERYTHING or FOREVER. Life is about LIMITS and MORTAL. You have a right to get your happiness in this temporary world, but you also have right for the next, for the hereafter, which is forever. This world is so damn nothing, everything is just pseudo happiness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It won't last. Trust me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know it's not my own life, it's their life. I love them, they deserve better, they should be happy living this life. Life is a choice, like when you have exam, you choose your options, just remember sometimes you can choose the wrong one. They have a right for what they have to do and how to do it, they choose their choice, and I can choose mine, I can do mine, I have the same right as you are all have to play our role in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-1739556284355447507?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1739556284355447507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=1739556284355447507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/1739556284355447507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/1739556284355447507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2008/09/bunch-of-thoughts.html' title='bunch of thoughts'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-3252101154048473005</id><published>2008-08-22T08:07:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:35:58.156+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>Ayooo sekolah....</title><content type='html'>hem, sekarang  gw dah masuk lagi. Jadi anak tingkat dua, punya junior dan mengalami adaptasi yang trasa aneh terhadap perubahan kurikulum (2008-2013). Bertaya2 aja gw, kenapa sih Indonesia ngubah2 kurikulum mulu?? kalo di luar negeri berubah terus ngga sih?? Setau gw, ilmunya emang makin taun makin nambah, tapi penggolongannya jelas, jadi ngga ngganti mata kuliahnya.. Jadi merasa ngga berguna aja punya senior dan jadi senior, secara kita mengalami perbedaan dalam kurikulumnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaya, terserah deh...tapi yang jelas tingkat 2 gw akan semakin sibuk dan semakin seruuu amiiiinnn... Belum lagi ada beberapa kelas yang bisa diambil juga sama anak teknik. Asik aja..hahahha, ya itung2 sedikit mengesampingkan paradigma orang tentang SBM.Hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-3252101154048473005?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3252101154048473005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=3252101154048473005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/3252101154048473005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/3252101154048473005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2008/08/ayooo-sekolah.html' title='Ayooo sekolah....'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-4559765723606797074</id><published>2008-08-06T12:51:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:36:36.192+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>ini baru liburan</title><content type='html'>setelah mendekam sekian lama di rumah gw, akhirnya kemaren gw keluar rumah dan menuju Ancol. Gw, Abang, Devi, Kibar, Tizi,Tiara, Uta, Sekar, Ichang, Mutia , Marco, dan Nasya. Kita mau ke Dufan. Terus mainlah kita disana sampe dufan tutup dan kita nonton police academy. Uaaannjjaa ngga ngerti lagi kerennya (mulai norak). Itu keren banget deh, pada nyetirnya ngga pake otak banget...langsung pada ganteng aja kayaknya. Nyetir mobil kayak mobil2an,ahahhaha..&lt;br /&gt;Gw sebenernya lagi g mood nulis, ntar aja ya crita2nya. Hari ini gw mau k ladiesday citos..ahahaha akhirnya libur sungguh tlah tiba!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-4559765723606797074?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4559765723606797074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=4559765723606797074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/4559765723606797074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/4559765723606797074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2008/08/ini-baru-liburan.html' title='ini baru liburan'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-3993633579522674666</id><published>2008-08-01T14:02:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:37:37.102+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Love Guru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SJK1SxlTHJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8M4K1m2t6ck/s1600-h/love+guru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229441451482619026" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SJK1SxlTHJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8M4K1m2t6ck/s320/love+guru.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Menarik, film ini super lucu 2008. Hahaha, gw nonton sama sahabat gw. Dika namanya... setelah sekian lama ngga pernha ketemu film selucu ini, akhirnya ketemu lagi (ya iyalah...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Berceritakan tentang seorang pemain hockey yang istrinya direnggut sama pemain hockey saingannya. Pemain hockey ini mainnya jadi ngga beres dan ikin couchnya panik banget. Akhirnya manager team ( Jessica Alba) hockeynya memuskan untuk menyewa keahlian di love guru ini. Nah, mulai deh si guru mengajarkan si pemain hockey untuk menuju perubahan2 supaya cewenya mau balik lagi. Tapi ditengah jalan, si pemain hockey melompati beberapa tahap yang harusnya dia lewatin dulu dan itu semua karena si guru yang merasa kepepet. Jadilah semua berantakan. Belum lagi si guru yang terlibat affair sama manager team, tapi si guru ngga bisa sama manager karena satu dan lain hal (yang belakangan lo semua pasti gondok dan sadar betapa tololnya si guru).&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa temen gw yang gw tawarin nonton DVDnya nanya ‘itu lanjutannya the guru ya?’hem, sebenernya gw ngga terlalu tau mengingat gw juga belum nonton The Guru, coba aja googling, hehehe. Yang jelas, lo harus cermat menyaksikan film ini, karena kekonyolan yang diciptakan emang combo banget. Ketawalo belum selesai dah mulai lagi, banyak hal kecil yang sebenernya ngga penting, tapi karena timing yang tepat jadilah tercipta kekonyolan itu...ngga nahan pokoknya...Belum lagi pemain-hockey-perebut-istri-orang itu yang meranin Justin Timberlake, dengan rambut keriting lebay (kribo2 gtu) pake kumis, dan doyan banget pake sempak. Oh satu lagi, di situ dia cinta banget sama Celine Dion, jadilah dia menyanyikan lagu penyanyi Canada itu dengan sangat2 ngga nahan.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, ada beberapa video yang super konyol 2008 juga. Sebenernya sih relatif, tapi menurut gw tolol banget. Mungkin banyak yang udah nonton. Coba buka di Youtube, yang pertama gw saranin lo nonton yang judulnya Omahe Travis, dilanjutkan dengan Slipknot Concert in Jatim, dan sebagai penutup tontonlah Belajar Gitar. Gw sendiri ngga bisa berenti ketawa sampe 3 hari kalo nginget2 video2 itu. Dan ini semua direferensikan oleh sahabat gw yang selera humornya mepet-mepet deh sama gw (dia emang senengnya mepet2--yahhahaha).hahahha...pis Vi! Yah, selamat menikmati!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-3993633579522674666?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3993633579522674666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=3993633579522674666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/3993633579522674666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/3993633579522674666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-guru.html' title='Love Guru'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SJK1SxlTHJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8M4K1m2t6ck/s72-c/love+guru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-808865498959645902</id><published>2008-08-01T14:00:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:39:24.469+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SJK086ezWxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AOhxYc7pLvE/s1600-h/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229441075914169106" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SJK086ezWxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AOhxYc7pLvE/s320/wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kayaknya bagus nih buat jadi judul film. Apa udah ada ya? Hehehhe.. Jadi gini nih, kakak gw yang akan menginjak umur 24 tahun bulan September tahun ini InsyaAllah akan menikah. Menarik bukan? Tapi akan sederhana dan ngga neko2, jangan bayangkan ada pesta pernikahan megah dan mewah seperti yang diselenggarakan Mbak Adinda Bakrie (secara bonyok gw ngga punya aset triliyunan). Hahaha... lagian kalo gw punya uang segitu banyak, gw juga ngga mau dilaknatin orang banyak.. yehehhe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadi pridikat mempelai pria akhirnya jatuh pada seorang pria bernama Ordi Yudhan. Finally, mereka sekarang (mereka: mamak gw, temen2 mamak gw, mamaknya Mas Ordi dan mungkin gw) lagi sibuk ngurusin ini-itu buat lamaran gtu2. Adapun perayaan kayaknya Cuma bakal makan2 pada bulan – bulan Oktober. Ya, itu juga ngga banyak2 yang diundang, secara roda perekonomian Kun’s Nation berada dalam kondisi yang diharapkan akan lebih baik dimasa yanga akan datang. Tsah. Siapa bilang di SBM adanya anak – anak orang kaya doang? Hahahaha, eh gw juga kaya deng (katanya u are wat u think), kali aja pikiran, perkataan, dan perbuatan bisa jadi doa. Amiiinnn, tapi kaya yang barokah. Ogah kalo kaya dilaknatin banyak orang. Amit2..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-808865498959645902?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/808865498959645902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=808865498959645902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/808865498959645902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/808865498959645902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2008/08/wedding.html' title='The Wedding'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SJK086ezWxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AOhxYc7pLvE/s72-c/wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-7344644016148067958</id><published>2008-08-01T13:57:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:49:36.405+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rumors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Lilo &amp; Sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SJK0kyyjPVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/H1dPNnUvF_s/s1600-h/lindsay_lohan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229440661532654930" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SJK0kyyjPVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/H1dPNnUvF_s/s320/lindsay_lohan2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apakah ini sequel film kartun Lilo and Stitch? Hem, tentunya bukan. Melainkan ini adalah kabar burung yang gw denger dari burung (halah!). Gw yang doyan baca people.com beberapa hari ini udah ngebaca tentang Linday Lohan sama Samantha R. Denger2 mereka berdua lesbian, bahkan ada fotonya waktu mereka make-out (di website yang lain). Yah, nampaknya drama queen ini semakin menjadi setelah sekian lama absen dari gosip yang secara ngga langsung bikin popularitasnya juga turun. Yah, mungkin ini salah satu cara supaya dia bisa mendapatkan popularitasnya kembali. Show-biz terkdang emang bisa bikin hidup jadi lebay, bahkan lebih lebay dari pada sekedar drama.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, gw seneng banget deh ngeliat Jennifer Garner yang lagi hamil anak kedua, menarik. Nampaknya, dia enjoy banget menjalani tugasnya sebagai seorang ibu, sampe nambah lagi. Hahahaha...Kira – kira kalo kakak gw punya anak kayak gimana repotnya yah??? Pasti menyenangkan juga. Yahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Sedikit lagi gw mau bercerita, setelah dipengaruhi oleh sahabat gw (Yusviari Yuwono a.k.a Via alias Vibo), akhirnya gw menyaksikan film drama yang berjudul Grey’s Anatomy. Bagus deh ternyata. Walaupun gw telat, yahahhaha... Dr.Shepardnya ngga nahan banget, bikin ngeces. Btw, yang jadi Dr.Shepard itu Patrick Demphsey itulah pokoknya...Sekseh parah. Beberapa hal yang gw pelajaran yang gw ambil dari serial ini, orang bule tuh bisa banget ya bekerja secara profesional. Maksud gw, keliatan ngga picik aja. Mereka itu fair banget dan jujur. Misalkan disuruh kerjasama sama temen yang ngga mereka suka, mereka langsung bilang ke orangnya langsung ‘eh guw benci sama elo, ngga bisa kerja, blablabla..’ tanpa ada hard feeling atau apapun, bahkan mereka bekerja lebih giat supaya bisa LEBIH dari partner yang dibenci itu tanpa ada ‘sodok2an’ atau ‘akal2an-ngadu-ke-atasan’. Mereka ngalahin musuhnya tuh pake kekuatan sendiri, ngga pake nepotisme terus menjatuhkan dari atasan. Yah..mungkin sebagian sih tetep aja ada, tapi keliatannya di sana lebih terbuka aja, sportif, dewasa. Ngga nikam dari belakang kayak pengecut banyak gaya. Katro. (lholho? Kok gw jadi curhat ya?).&lt;br /&gt;So, for all of my blog readers, if oneday you have to work with people you don’t like do not ever stab them from the back, do better than them. Because by stabbing from their back, you’re not kill your enemy, but create one. Remember, keep your friend close and enemy closer. Don’t ya think? Kembali lagi ke cara kerja orang. Ya, bersaing secarasehat bukan kah akan lebih baik? Hahaha, udah ah kok jadi ngalorngidul? Pokoknya, good luck for you and your life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-7344644016148067958?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7344644016148067958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=7344644016148067958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/7344644016148067958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/7344644016148067958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2008/08/lilo-sam.html' title='Lilo &amp; Sam'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SJK0kyyjPVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/H1dPNnUvF_s/s72-c/lindsay_lohan2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-8756040307418374644</id><published>2008-07-28T11:07:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:50:42.550+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>come.go.stay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SI1Gb_ivepI/AAAAAAAAADs/R3O_8CPsl0E/s1600-h/they+stay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227912189174577810" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SI1Gb_ivepI/AAAAAAAAADs/R3O_8CPsl0E/s320/they+stay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hem..what a life I’ve been through. Well, let me tell you guys about a girl, an ordinary girl that always try to find out what life is all about. So many times she makes mistakes, but yet she learns from it.People keep telling her what to do to live her life, but she keeps thinking that this is her life, she lives it as she does. Again she makes mistake. Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it bacome a joke, and sometimes cost damages.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..pasti semua orang pernah merasakan adanya orang baru dalam hidup mereka. Kadang mereka langsung pergi, kadang mereka tinggal seejenak lalu pergi dalam sekejap, tapi ada juga yang ngga pergi, mereka tetap di sana untuk kita.temen itu emang laboratorium kita.. kita bisa belajar tentang manusia ya dari mereka. Bahkan, kita bisa belajar tentang diri kita sendiri. Berkali –kali gw ngalamin yang namanya belajar.. dan emang gw bukan tipe orang yang mempan kalo dikasih tau. Gw mesti jatoh, ngerasain setiap sakitnya, baru belajar.... Ironis..tapi kan setiap orang punya learning style yang beda – beda..hahhaha..coba liat foto 2 ini..temen2 gw dari dulu.. guess which of them will stay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-8756040307418374644?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8756040307418374644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=8756040307418374644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/8756040307418374644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/8756040307418374644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2008/07/comegostay.html' title='come.go.stay'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SI1Gb_ivepI/AAAAAAAAADs/R3O_8CPsl0E/s72-c/they+stay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-7017398106740580377</id><published>2008-07-27T19:57:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:19:22.621+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>Joker makes some joke, but I'm not</title><content type='html'>Hem, just catch up some short of fact that I'm being too rude. Or may be not.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the mean girl. That is what my sister and mom said to me. Hem, in fact I am. Anyway, I have this bad habit, I always runaway from my problem. Here's the thing. When someone like me (or act like one) but they don't tell me, I keep telling my self that they don't like me. Yet, they act so awkward that can stressed me up. But, still I cannot say that 'I just wanna be your friend, so don't act like that'. why? Because they don't tell me that they like me! And you expect me to say an over-confident short of words? I'm not a superstar or something, I'm not a beauty queen that can put everyone around me as people who love me and care about me, or anything.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I can't also communicate in a proper way sometimes, I cannot save somebody's heart from harm, I'm not an angel.&lt;br /&gt;The deal is I just want to be fair here, that no body is trying to make any fun of somebody. may be it hurts, I know. my last post seems so childish, I know, but I thought (my stupid thought) that it's one way out from my stressed up condition. WRITE. And guess what? Still, other fault, mine. My mistake, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata, hari gini ngga ada kebebasan menulis. Bebannya terlalu berat. Thanks God, I’m not being murdered this time. Still, this is a character assassination. Gyahahaha… sorry, never meant to take this thing as a joke though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-7017398106740580377?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7017398106740580377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=7017398106740580377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/7017398106740580377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/7017398106740580377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2008/07/joker-makes-some-joke-but-im-not.html' title='Joker makes some joke, but I&apos;m not'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-6995263080498371882</id><published>2008-07-25T09:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:21:40.141+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>get some short of LIFE</title><content type='html'>3 hari sudah Oddisey berlalu,kangen sama semuaaaaanyyyaaaa...terutama sama temen -  temengw...huuuaaa...btw, hari ini mama ulang taun lho..tapi belum ngasih kado nih...&lt;br /&gt;Terus, waktu tampil Oddisey gw puas deh seneng aja. Mungkin karena gw memang banci tampil kali ya... Jadilah begitu Oddisey lewat rasanya sangat sedih... Ohya, pada hari tersebut gw ngamuk secara super combo ultimate banget sama Mr.X. Karena dia membuat kesalahan fatal yang membuat gw panik, dan DIA yang melakukan kesalahan, belum lagi gw emang udah memendam kekeselan sama dia, terus gw mau dapet, terus BT sama latihan siangnya,jadilah combo banget gw ngamuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu dia kemaren gtu nulis di Wall gw, dia bilang gw temennya yang kadang judes, ngga ngrasa apa yak kalo gw judes ama dia doang? Perlu kali gw nulis di wallnya bahwa dia  adalah temen gw yang selalu irritating? kalo kata via mungkin gw harus bilang satu kalimat pamungkas. "GET A LIFE".&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin ada baiknya juga klo disertai dengan penyerahan secarik kertas yang bertuliskan nama dan nomor HP via. yahahaha. sayang gw ngga setega itu. Tapi pasti gw akan ngomong kalo gw cuma mau bertemen, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes I'm desperate to find someone who cares for me, but please God, I'm not that desperate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-6995263080498371882?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6995263080498371882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=6995263080498371882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/6995263080498371882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/6995263080498371882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2008/07/get-some-short-of-life.html' title='get some short of LIFE'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-7606460780496842635</id><published>2008-07-20T15:00:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T09:20:11.179+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minggu Suram</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="PadderBetweenControlandBody"&gt;Gw heran deh..kayaknya minggu ini minggu yang sangat melatih kesabaran gw.. Dimulai dari tragedi penitipan barang pada hari rabu, lalu datangnya Mr.X yang mengambil tiket Oddisey. Oke, Mr.X ini, dulu konon katanya suka sama gw (yang secara misterius, penyataan dia suka sama gw berubah jadi ‘simpatik’ atau sekedar ‘kagum’ doang di hari yang sama, which gw ngga peduli). Gw menganggap dia dah nyanti – nyanti aja sama gw... Tapi somewhat, dia annoying banget. Gw Cuma mau banyak temen kok, kayaknya susah banget ya?? Salah gw emang dulu gw bae sama dia dan emang sempet berteman dekat, tapi gw ngga ada maksud gmana2, dasar gw cerdas aja ngga ngeh klo dia ada gmana2...&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nyokap sama kakak gw selalu bilang, kalo ada yang suka sama kamu tapi kamu ngga suka, kamu harus tetep baik. Dan gw selalu bilang ‘iya,tapi kalo terlalu baik ntar dia GR,trus tersinggung deh sama gw..’ dan mereka bilang berarti itu bukan salah gw, mereka aja yang GR sendiri. Gini yah, ngga ada asap kalo ngga ada api. Gw sih bakal tetep baik, tapi tetep ngasih jarak. Itu yang gw lakukan terhadap beliau. Entah gw yang jadi antipati atau dia emang yang nyebelin, beberapa bulan ini gw ngerasa ga asik aja bertemen sama dia. Becandaannya nggaring, gak lucu. Setiap gw ktemu, gw berharap ngga ada percakapan. Tapi adaaaaaa aja alesan dia manggilgw dari depan pintu. Kayak tadi pagi...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dari mulai bangunin subuh2 sampe ngebangunin gw jam 9/10an gtu.. Akhirnya gw ngga tahan gw sautin. Ternyata ada ngaji jam 9,sedangkan itu jam 10. Mana rada maksa. Kenapa dia ngga sms aja? Kan lebih jelas bakal gw baca, dari pada manggil2 nama gw sambil ngetok pintu gw. Gw tuh paling ngga bisa dengan desakkan macem gtu. Dikasih tau sekali juga ntar gw brangkat. Makin di paksa, gw tuh pasti akan makin bebel. Akhirnya yang ada gw bilang sama dia kalo gw ngga akan dateng. Walaupun akhirnya berangkat juga, secara urusan akhirat. Maksud gw kenapa sih harus bikin orang berangkat dengan kesal? Bukan dengan senang? Jadi kangen papa dan keluarga gw yang bisa nasehatin tanpa bikin gondok.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tadi Dika juga cerita tentang Roro Jonggrang-nya SBM yang menuntut tapi pake acara ngejelek2in pasukan SO. Ya Pak Bos tersinggunglah, tapi tetep ngurusin keperluan dia. Maksud gw, kenapa sih harus nyuruh orang tapi mesti pake sakit hati dulu?? Toh diurusin dan dalam proses. Sabar sedikit dan berbesar hati kan ngga ada salahnya...Hua!!! 2 hari lagi akhirnya gw udah bisa liburan...Hhhmm, tapi kayaknya gw bakal kangen banget sama kuliah, secara liburan juga gw ngga kmana2... Kangen sama ritual sama Dika dan Dilla, uuuaaa!! Pasti gw akan merasa sangat kehilangan...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-7606460780496842635?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7606460780496842635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=7606460780496842635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/7606460780496842635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/7606460780496842635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2008/07/minggu-suram.html' title='Minggu Suram'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-5040412391981537680</id><published>2008-07-18T18:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T18:41:52.114+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fenomena ABG 2008</title><content type='html'>Beberapa hari ini, gw dan dika suka bertanya2 tentang pergaulan anak muda jaman sekarang. Bahkan, hari senen kemaren kita ngebahas sama Okke yang punya adek masih SMP.Jadi tuh, si anak2 SMP ini kalo smsan huruf S diganti C, trus besar-kecil tulisannya, pokoknya gtu –gtu deh..hemhem..Karena ngga pernah mengikuti perkembangan zaman, akhirnya kita anggap itu semua sebagai MISTERI ANAK  MUDA JAMAN SEKARANG. Terus, ternyata nampaknya Tuhan memang menginginkan kita untuk membahas masalah tersebut, u know why? Karena Ia mengizinkan Dika dan Dilla menemukan sebuah sms yang dimuat di koran terkemuka di segmen CURHAT, mereka membaca dan menyarankan gw juga untuk membaca. Pas gw baca, kesan pertama gw adalah ‘sumpah gw ngga ngerti’ dan yang kdua ‘uanjaa, konyol banget’.Gini bunyinya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hy *BiP*, w Dama. W curhat nee. Wkt MOS kemarin w cdh bgd coal’a w dsurh ngflin mbil melet tyz m msuqn 10 jari ke mult, dah dgtu domelin. W mw nglwn 2 ka”k klz pi gmn cra’a,tolong w la. (Dama,jactim)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nama penirim dirahasiakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hem, Unik,,,huahahhaha...jadinih anak cowo curhat tentang MOS yang menuntut dia untuk menghafal sambil melet dan masukin 10 jarinya ke mulut. Tapi nampaknya mengerti kode – kode yang dia tulis di sms lebih susah dibaca dari pada kasus MOSnya..hahaha...menurut gw itu fenomenal banget...dan gw inget- inget, kayaknya dulu gw ngga gitu – gitu aja...perkembangan zaman yang mengalami kompleksitas tinggi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-5040412391981537680?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5040412391981537680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=5040412391981537680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/5040412391981537680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/5040412391981537680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2008/07/fenomena-abg-2008.html' title='Fenomena ABG 2008'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-4751530920028056179</id><published>2008-07-18T11:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:33:16.171+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness VS Satisfaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Malem kamis kemaren temen gw comment tentang blog gw yang gw ngebahas tentang it’s life it’s drama. Hem, beliau bilang kalo ada quote yang bilang &lt;i style=""&gt;I don’t know the key of success, but I know the key to failure:trying to satisfy everybody.&lt;/i&gt; Kata temen gw &lt;b style=""&gt;‘percayalah Allah lebih gampang ‘dipuaskan’ daripada manusia’&lt;/b&gt;. Kalo dipikir2, kata2 ataupun tulisan gw emang mirip sama quote itu, MIRIP bukan berarti sama lho..hahhaha, jadi gini ya, gw ralat kalo ada yang ngga setuju sama tulisan gw kemaren. Well, gw nulis post yang ini buikan krn quote diatas salah, tapi dari keterkaitannya sama tuliasan gw yang kemaren kayaknya dah beda konteks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Menurut gw apa yang Andrew bilang ada benernya, di mana kita bisa berusaha membuat orang lain bahagia (bukan satisfy, inget kebahagiaan berbeda sama kepuasan). Dan konsep kebahagiaan di sini maksud gw adalah dengan menjaga perasaan orang lain, bertutur kata yang pahit madu, bertingkah laku yang bikin orang lain nyaman deket kita. Di mana diri kita bisa membawa kedamaian dan bisa bikin adem suasana orang yang ada di sekitar kita. Gw setuju sama kata2 &lt;i style=""&gt;Allah lebih mudah dipuaskan&lt;/i&gt;, secara udah ada aturannya (cara2nya ada di Quran sama Hadist), jadi jelas. Tapi kalo manusia kan dikitab juga udah dijelasin kalo manusia ngga akan pernah puas, bener tak? Jadi ngapain berusaha memuaskan orang lain? Ngga heran kalo mengalami kegagalan karena kita mencoba memuaskan orang lain. Itu yang pertama gw jelaskan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yang kedua, menurut gw, sukses itu beda- beda. Kayak temen gw yang ngebaca formasi W buat pose akhir openning Oddisey,tapi ada yang bilang itu M, tergantung dari mana kita ngeliatnya kan? Nah, di pelajaran POB dan Management Practice gw diajarin bikin KPI (Key performance Indocator) dan CSF (Critical Success Factors),kalo kita dah dikasih soal disuruh bikin beginian, udah pasti jawabannya beda – beda, yang artinya setiap orang punya target yang beda – beda, punya parameter sukses yang berbeda. Belum lagi masing – masing orang punya &lt;i style=""&gt;value&lt;/i&gt; yang berbeda. Ada yang punya &lt;i style=""&gt;terminal value &lt;/i&gt;(gampangnya kayak target akhir dalam hidup gtu deh) pada kategori ‘a comfortable life is a prosperous life’ dimana &lt;i style=""&gt;instrumental value&lt;/i&gt;nya (kayak sifat/sikap yang dia punya utk sampe ke&lt;i style=""&gt; terminal value&lt;/i&gt;) ambisus, ada yang terminal valuenya freedom dimana orangnya tuh lebih membiarkan orang menentukan pilihan mereka, ada yang family security yang kira – kira dalam dunia perkerjaan kayak buruh yang ngga ambisius2 banget asal gajinya cukup buat menghidupi keluarganya dan kesejahteraannya terjamin. Nah, dari value aja, tiap orang beda- beda. Apakah yang ber-value family security berarti ngga sukses? Tentu ngga berarti demikian. Apa dengan ‘sukses’ tapi ngga ada orang yang nyaman atau bahagia bersama kita berarti kita sungguh2 udah SUKSES?jawabannya, Cuma kalian yang tau...karena kita semua berbeda dan itu yang bikin kita spesial di mata orang –orang yang bisa bahagia bersama kita. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;NB: utk yang kmaren ngasih komen, thx ya mas dah ngingetin. Hehe, apalagi bagian yang aku setuju, jadi nasehat banget. Adapun yang aku tulis di atas kbanyakan bersangkutan sama yang quote kok. Just in case you misunderstand my post. Hoho...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-4751530920028056179?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4751530920028056179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=4751530920028056179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/4751530920028056179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/4751530920028056179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2008/07/happiness-vs-satisfaction.html' title='Happiness VS Satisfaction'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-6417351218920985903</id><published>2008-07-18T11:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:32:17.586+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kegaringan Iki yang fenomenal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SIAcg9_OVnI/AAAAAAAAADk/u-hH8367IQw/s1600-h/DSC00863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SIAcg9_OVnI/AAAAAAAAADk/u-hH8367IQw/s320/DSC00863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224206920470910578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;akhirnya hari ini AdCom dah punya seragam SD, buat nanti Oddisey, nih ada foto Si Rendi nyobain tadi...dah kayak gromang..haha..&lt;br /&gt;Yayaya, hari ini (16/7/08) cukup melelahkan untuk gw. Cape ujian, cape latihan, bahkan ketawa-ktawa pun gw dah mulai cape.. Biarkanlah gw sedikit berbagi ke para pembaca...  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jadi gini, temen gw yang paling asal dan medok di AdCom namanya Iki (itu loh yg wktu latihan nari buat openning bilang ‘jadi inget masa muda’). Nah, tadi itu Mutia (yang bikin koreo openning) bingung pose trakhir kita – kita (AdCom dan perwakilan dari 4 artistic team) pas lagu openning selesai. Nah hanif (penanggung jawab AdCom) punya ide buat formasi W, dimana AdCom bergaya di depan tengah dan dua artistic team di kanan-kiri dan dua sisanya di blakang. Nah, Elmar ngotot bilang itu bentuknya M (secara kalo dari hanif W itu brarti penonton tuh di bagian atas ‘W’, tapi elmar aja yang liat dari sudut pandang terbalik). Terus Wibi ngebantuin Hanif dan terjadilah dialog konyol dan ngga berisi:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Wibi:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;‘Iya tuh, W aja formasinya, terus disebelahnya bikin B’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Sigap: ‘Wibi maksudlo??!!hahaha’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Hanif: ‘Bikin H aja deh kalo gtu...’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Iki: ‘Udah bikin G aja...’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Semua&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;à&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; melongo ngeliat Iki (mengingat namanya dimulai dari huruf ‘I’ bukan ‘G’)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Iki: Hahaha, susah kan tuh ngelingker2 kayak obat nyamuukk..hahahaha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Semua&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;à&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -SSSIIIINNGGGG- ‘huakakkakakkak’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dasar AdCom, obrolan yang ngga berisi. Belum juga abis kebingungan Mutia, dia ngaturin posisi AdCom dulu. Trus semuanya (Sigap, Wibi, Iki) ngotot di tengah. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Wibi: ‘kalo gw yang di depan nanti penonton pada ‘Wa Wah..’ cewe2 gtu..hahha’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Sigap: ‘ Kalo Iki gmana??’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Wibi: ‘kalo dia yg di depan pasti pada ‘Woooo,,hhhuuuu!!’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Iki: ‘ngga dong pasti cewe – cewe pada ‘wa..wa..’ gtu..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Sigap: ‘Gak, kalo gw di depan baru cewek – cewek pada gtu. Kalo elo yang didepan nanti ada suara ‘nguuung..nguunngg’ (bunyi serangga terbang). Lalat yang ngerubungin elo...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hakakakak...ngga nahan banget... ngga ada abisnya tuh di Iki. Kalo nyeritain dia bisa 3 halaman sendiri. Nih ya,waktu itu kita lagi pelajaran Akun, dia duduk di belakang gw waktu di kelas. Nah jadi gini dibelakang gw tuh duduk si Dhea-Nya2-Iki, gw pas didepan Iki, Redo di sebelah gw, pas didepan Nyanya. Nah, mereka (Iki ama Nyanya) tuh ribuuuttt aja di belakang, ledek – ledekan. Dari gw ama Redo dengerin ampe dah kita kacangin dan kita ngerjain soal. Tiba –tiba gw mendengar percakapan yang gw yakin g bakal gw lupa seumur hidup. Dhea yang tadinya ngga dilibatin ke adu ledekan mereka ampe dilibatkan juga.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Iki: Eh, Dhe, Lo mendingan masuk neraka apa masuk surga tapi ketemu Nyanya?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Dhe: (Sambil ngerjain soal dan rada cuek) ya masuk surgalah...elo lagi...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Biasa aja kan kedengerannya, tapi tunggu..ada lanjutannya, dengan cepat tanggap Nyanya nyeletuk&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Nya2: Ya iya lah Ki, orang di neraka ada elo...ahahha..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hakakkaak, gw yang udah capek ngewaro (ngeladenin) lawakan Iki langsung ngakak sama Redo. &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Kesannya tuh Dhea milih surga bukan karena takut dineraka, tapi karena ada Iki&lt;/span&gt;..gimana ngga konyol, yang awalnya diledek siapa,berakhir yang jadi nista si Iki.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-6417351218920985903?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6417351218920985903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=6417351218920985903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/6417351218920985903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/6417351218920985903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2008/07/kegaringan-iki-yang-fenomenal.html' title='Kegaringan Iki yang fenomenal'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SIAcg9_OVnI/AAAAAAAAADk/u-hH8367IQw/s72-c/DSC00863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-2142937749885844692</id><published>2008-07-16T07:34:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T07:37:45.170+07:00</updated><title type='text'>SBMers in action</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SH1Ch1beKYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LowCtc22Qvw/s1600-h/jalan+ajah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SH1Ch1beKYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LowCtc22Qvw/s320/jalan+ajah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223404291865061762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;Siapa bilang kita ngga bisa liburan di minggu UAS?? Hahaha, gw dhila, dika, dan Kak Dimpy bisa membuktkan kalo kita bisa berlibur di minggu UAS. Hari senin gw sama dhika yang UAS Financial Accounting, hari ini (selasa) mba dhil sama mas dim selesai UAS Economy (kalo ngga salah). Terus karena besok alias hari di mana gw ngepost (maklum mesti ngepostnya dari kampus, kosan gw ngga ada internetnya) cerita ini, akan ujian POB, jadilah gw dan mereka bertiga meng-autis-kan diri dengan jalan – jalan ke CIWALK, hahhaha. Kita makan di GOKANA TEPPAN, dan foto – foto kayak turis. Belum lagi ditambah matahari yang terik banget bikin kita berempat jadi kayak turis yang tamasya....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;Btw, rencana angkatan 2009 disuruh ambil jurusan teknik akhirnya dibatalin!! Ahahaha, senengnya...jangan aja pas angkatan gw naik tingkat tiga ntar jadi disuruh ambil teknik. Aduh, jangan sampe. Bukan gimana – gimana, selain bayaran per SKS sama kayak bayar subject di SBM (artinya: sangat mahal dengan fasilitas dan tim pengajar yang ga kayak di SBM), dengan harus ikut pelajaran teknik, itu berarti bisa – bisa gw gak lulus 3taun!! OGAH banget! Secara gw ngga sePINTAR itu, gila aje, mana nanti kalo gabung ama anak teknik, gabungnya sama yang tingkat 4 gitu (baca: yang udah expert dibidangnya), bisa – bisa mojrot gw paling dodol sendiri. Lagian kalo emang gw mau (dan mampu) masuk teknik,pasti dulu gw udah milih teknik. Tapi secara gw ngga mau (dan cenderung taudiri ngga mampu) makanya gw nyangsang di SBM, yang ternyata somehow gw senang jadi bagiannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;Openning maupun AdCom belum running lagi..padahal dah H-7, anjriiit gw ketar – ketir nih, pokoknya besok harus latihan dengan semangat! Bagaimana pun caranya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-2142937749885844692?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2142937749885844692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=2142937749885844692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/2142937749885844692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/2142937749885844692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2008/07/sbmers-in-action.html' title='SBMers in action'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SH1Ch1beKYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LowCtc22Qvw/s72-c/jalan+ajah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-235501448296459197</id><published>2008-07-15T09:40:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:25:35.532+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my opinion'/><title type='text'>It's LIFE, It's DRAMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SHwOrP764mI/AAAAAAAAADI/VI-jfeWNQkI/s1600-h/emang+gila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SHwOrP764mI/AAAAAAAAADI/VI-jfeWNQkI/s320/emang+gila.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223065804017951330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;Yeah, Life.is.drama banget...untuk sampe tahap ini, gw rasa semua anak SBM udah belajar banyak. Belajar untuk membuat dan menangani konflik itu sendiri. Mungkin kbanyakan orang cuma berfikir kalo SBM tuh kuliahnya enteng dan leha – leha, tapi ngga sbegitunya. Percaya ngga percaya, SBM tuh kayak dunia rimba. Semua belajar untuk bisa dituntut, untuk BERTAHAN HIDUP katanya... dan bener2 deh, untuk bisa sampai di Oddisey, gw merasa dituntut banget untuk melewati salah satu masa-masa tersulit dalam hidup gw. Kehilangan sahabat – sahabat terbaik gw. Ironis, bukan kehilangan gmana, tapi things never be the same aja,sejak semua belang dan penikaman dari belakang terjadi... Sampe hari ini juga gw ngga tau kenapa semua bisa jadi begini. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mungkin terkadang saat kita harus bertahan HIDUP harus ada yang MATI.&lt;/span&gt; Anggaplah, gw salah satu yang mati. Jangan, anggep aja gw tokoh terkemuka yang akhirnya dimatikan,gw rasa gw bisa lebih menerima status yang ini..hahhaha..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;At least dari sana dan dari pelajaran POB (Psychology and Organizational Behavior) gw belajar (banyak) bagaimana menghargai orang dengan amat sangat... Gimana cara menghadapi orang yang somewhat dah bikin lo sakit hati parah ampe numb. Dan gimana cara memaklumi mereka dengan memaafkan kesalahan mereka dan menginstropeksi diri sendiri. Berat ya,kedengerannya... Tadi sahabat gw Dhika cerita kalo dia ngerasa ngga suka sama seseorang sebut aja si A. Gw juga tau si A emang keliatan sombong dan gimanaaaa gtu.. kayaknya dia bisa melakukan segala sesuatu lebih baik dari yang lain. Tapi dulu gw pernah ngasih feedback ke si A dan ternyata dia juga punya masalah dalam keluarganya. Yang kalo gw liat rada unik juga kasusnya. Jadi si A ini tuh ngga pernah dikasih sesuatu sama orang tuanya secara cuma-cuma, dia harus nabung sampe – sampe ngga jajan. Padahal dia juga ngga bisa dibilang dari keluarga susah. Nah, gw ceritakanlah ke Dhika. Gw bukan mau nyebarin aib orang, tapi gw mau memperlihatkan bahwa suatu faktor bisa mempengaruhi pembentukan karakter orang. Mungkin si A kayak gitu karena dia ngerasa selama ini dia mendapatkan apa – apa dari hasil usahanya sendiri, bukan dari orang lain. Jadi dia ngerasa ngga butuh orang lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt; Begitu juga salah satu temen gw yang gw rasa ‘menjahati’ gw. Mungkin dia jadi ambisius dan begitu karena dia punya tuntutan dari keluarganya, secara dia anak laki – laki satu – satunya yang harus nerusin usaha papanya, dan kalo ngga usaha papanya bisa dirampas sama orang – orang ngga bertanggung jawab. Gw inget temen gw itu nangis di depan gw. Waktu itu dia berbagi bebannya sama gw, waktu itu dia ngelepas topengnya di depan gw. Dan setidaknya, waktu itu dia menganggap gw TEMAN. Dari sana gw bisa maavin dia,nerima dia. Walaupun itu tadi, semuanya ngga akan pernah sama lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;Gw juga inget, ada penulis buku Being Happy namanya Andrew M, dia bilang kalo kita emang ngga bisa bikin semua orang suka sama kita, tapi setidaknya kita bisa berusaha membuat orang bahagia. Dan buat gw itu bener banget. Namanya juag usaha. Dalam hidup,ngga ada yang statis... kayak drama,ada tawa, tangis, marah, sgala emosi ada. Tergantung cara kita menikmatinya. Gw juga belajar untuk ngga gampang menilai orang. Pasti semua orang punya masalah yang membuat dia bersikap seperti itu, kayak di film 2:37. Jadi kalo kata Petualangan Sherina ‘&lt;i style=""&gt;lihatlah lebih dekat dan kau akan mengerti’&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-235501448296459197?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/235501448296459197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=235501448296459197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/235501448296459197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/235501448296459197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-life-its-drama.html' title='It&apos;s LIFE, It&apos;s DRAMA'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SHwOrP764mI/AAAAAAAAADI/VI-jfeWNQkI/s72-c/emang+gila.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-7005177157290603379</id><published>2008-07-14T13:40:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:47:59.048+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oddisey H - 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SHr2jOJHHKI/AAAAAAAAADA/AACn1sL7m8I/s1600-h/n718941707_535437_1953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SHr2jOJHHKI/AAAAAAAAADA/AACn1sL7m8I/s320/n718941707_535437_1953.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222757802841676962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hua.hua..Oddisey sebentar lagi, abis itu langsung liburan..&lt;br /&gt;hahhahah, putus asa nih gw latihaaannn..mlulu, tapi seru!!&lt;br /&gt;trus, konyolnya, kmaren minggu gw tuh latihan nari openningnya sama anak2.. terus kan kita dah capek gitu nyamain gerak sama lagunya, eh temen gw yang rada medok namanya Iki tiba - tiba bilang (diwaktu kita semua engos - engosan) "haduh jadi inget masa muda"..hakakkak. ngga jelas banget...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-7005177157290603379?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7005177157290603379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=7005177157290603379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/7005177157290603379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/7005177157290603379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2008/07/oddisey-h-8.html' title='Oddisey H - 8'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/SHr2jOJHHKI/AAAAAAAAADA/AACn1sL7m8I/s72-c/n718941707_535437_1953.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-2725744644638537182</id><published>2008-04-07T09:02:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:05:47.046+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARIMANIAC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="IN"&gt;Gw manusia narsis yang cinta diri gue, so’ pasti!hahaha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="IN"&gt;Hem, kemaren nilai communication keluar dan sayang banget, nilai gw 67,5. Well, jelas..gw gak masuk untuk bertahun2.. rada lebay yah..pokoknya sgitu deh. Rada kiciwa, but at least I do my best. Hehehhe...dan gw bangga akan hal tersebut. Hahaha.. Yah,smoga bonyok gw ngga menuntut yang aneh2,hehhe..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="IN"&gt;Oh ya,hari kamis kemaren adalah hari pertama gw dan teman – teman mulai yoga class for the first time. It’s kinda freak, secara sehari sebelumnya kita pada hiking ke gunung kidul,hehe ngga deng, rabunya kita abis dari goa belanda di lembang. Gtu deh. Dengan jalan menanjak yang ngga manusiawi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="IN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mulai dari mana yah..dari hari Rabu aja ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="IN"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Rabu(2/4),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="IN"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;kita nyampe lembang sekitar jam setengah 8. Grup gw yang namanya RAMBO (racun) baris dua – dua. Gw cewek – cewek di barisan tengah. Gw sama Iyha. 15menit kita jalan, trus masuk ke goa belanda yang pengab..udah nih, trus keluar dari goa,kita berasa kayak bolang (bodoh dan malang—ngga deng, bocah petualang maksudnya), jalan di jalan kayak jogging track dari paving block. Kanan –kiri pohon-pohon dah kayak di hutan belantara. Nyanyi –nyanyi, cio, emyr, redo dah kayak trio baru nyaingin Il Divo. Hahaha.. dari mulai lagu nasional, westlife, ampe backstreetboys, mataband ama Base Jam juga. Aneh. Biar tuh jalan naik turun dan bechek ngga ada ojhek, tapi tetep semangat menjalani. Trus, ketemulah kita sama jembatan misterius (pemandangannya keren parah, sori g ada fotonya),tapi jalannya bechek banget,tanah dimana2. Trus kita nanjak,jalannya berbatu, batunya kayak batu kali yang licin segede2 dua kepalan tangan gw,lebarnya Cuma 30-40 cm doang.Trus, nanjak, nanjak, NANJAKK!! Mau tau seberapa nanjak? Coba deh sekarang elo ndengak ampe leher belakanglo mentok. Nah kayak gtu. Begitu nyampe atas sejauh mata memandang, kita belok, dan lagi-lagi, dongak ampe pegel. Psychopat! Tuh tanjakan laknat banget, dah kayak mau ke khayangan. Ada aja gtu jalan bgitu. HEWANI banget. Pokoknya dari gw ikutan nyanyi, trus dengerin iPod sambil nyanyi, dengerin iPod doang (g kuat nyanyi), ampe gw copot earphone gw dan komat- kamit baca jampi (al-ikhlas, an-nas,al-falaq, istighfar, apa aja dah.)Akhirnya kita keluar dari hutan dan turun ke jalan aspal. Begitu berbaris lagi, dosen gw dengan santainya bilang “dari jembatan tadi harusnya ada jalanyang biasa dilewatin, tapi lagi ditutup, jadi tadi jalannya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;rada&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; menanjak.” Rada? Rada? Rada menanjak? RADA GILA iya kali!ngaco banget. Untung kaki gw ngga harus diamputasi. Alhamdulillah.. trus kita foto-foto dalam keadaan kucel (boleh diliat di facebook, di photo album temen gw Evita Nirmalasari). Malemnya, NYUUT..NYYYUUUTTTaann..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="IN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Kamis (3/4),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="IN"&gt;Pagi hari yang cerah, badan gw tapi masih antipati sama gerakan – gerakan ekstrim seperti naik tangga,turun tangga, dan jalan rada cepet. Hehehe.. trus-trus, kita yoganya jam 11, nah jam setengah 11 gw jalan ke pintu ITB blakang. Ada mobil arvi (jazz abu – abu) di seberang jalan. Begitu gw nyebrang, ada bus dibelakang, udah tinggal jalan 2 langkah dan buka pintu mobil, eh, dia malah jalan. Sial, gw kejarlah ampe di segitiga depan (kurang lebih 30m-anlah..) terus gw telvon, katanya muter balik, gw tunggulah di segitiga itu, muka gw ngadep kandang kuda sabuga, gw kira mereka dari arah cimbulueueuieiuit, yah itu deh. Ternyata mereka lewat dayang sumbi, alias lewat sisi lain dari segitiga itu. Untung gw nengok ke kiri, eh mereka meluncur tenang aja gtu. Trus gw lari ngejar deh ampe depan pintu ITB blakang (lagi). Pertanda banget, belum apa – apa gw udah pemanasan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="IN"&gt;Nyampe di Suarga gw langsung masuk, bayar2,trus ketemu sama instrukturnya. Yang kalo gw bilang kayak Viki Burki di mudain dikit ama di ‘Indonesiain’ hehe...kita latihan tuh, pemanasan dulu, ada satu set gerakan pemanasan yang namanya ‘Menyambut Matahari’. Katanya pemanasan biasanya 40 hitungan. Tapi karena kita pemula, jadilah Cuma 15 katanya. Yah, kan gw kira dari bediri ke gerakan nyium lutut dah 1 hitungan, eh ternyata 12 hitungan (dengan meliuk – liuk, tarik nafas – buang nafas, tari-menarik otot) itu satu set, diitung 1 hitungan. Mampyus ajah. Setengah jam kita pemanasan (udah sama olahraga muka ama mata --- yang mata dah kayak belajar nari bali, PUYEEENNGG bener deh tuh mata),dia bilang “yah, setiap kita latihan pasti pemanasannya seperti tadi,” mateng ngga gw???&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="IN"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“sekarang kita mulai gerakkan inti. Kalo ikut yoga kalian pasti tau gerakan syawaruarana (apapun itu deh, pake bahasa sansekerta) dan narawsawrsana (yang entah apa juga). Trus kita disuruh telentang.Kita pikir gerakan macam apa nih si syawaruarana ama narawsawrsana. Ternyata eh ternyata, itu gerakan sikap lilin sama gerakan abis sikap lilin tapi kakinya yang tadinya dilurusin ke atas trus ditaro di blakang kpala (kayak mau back roll). FRIK. Udah bikin orang panik. Pokoknya tuh latihan selesai jam setengah 1. Dan besok paginya gw rasanya dah mau mmbbrroojjooll..TRUST ME! Do not  try this anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-2725744644638537182?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2725744644638537182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=2725744644638537182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/2725744644638537182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/2725744644638537182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2008/04/arimaniac.html' title='ARIMANIAC!'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-8799273636902550992</id><published>2008-03-28T11:58:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T12:04:07.668+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari - Hari UTS BAHAGIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ngga kurang bahagia apa gw, secara tiga minggu sakit tipus, terus minggu lalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;gw masuk 3 hari (secara hari kamis,jumat libur), trus minggu ini gw UTS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;wat a WONDERFUL week. great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;kmaren gw ETSF, itu pelajaran tentang ilmu alam. Sebenernya gw ngerti konsep-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;nya. Tapi 2 pertanyaan dari 5 essay yang dikasih itu study case di mana casenya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;itu adalah film yang temen2 gw tonton wkt gw ngga masuk. Jadilah gw mengarang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bebas dan aktif, sambil cengir2, kali aja dosen gw terinspirasi untuk bikin film dari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;karangan gw, trus menang NOBEL,hahahahhah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;udah ah, temen gw pada mau makan, ntar ditinggal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CIAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-8799273636902550992?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8799273636902550992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=8799273636902550992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/8799273636902550992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/8799273636902550992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2008/03/hari-hari-uts-bahagia.html' title='Hari - Hari UTS BAHAGIA'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-1579141212934379987</id><published>2008-03-27T10:01:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T11:57:37.591+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a JOKE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;    Yah, jadi karena kemaren temen gw bilang dia ke blog gw dan gak menemukan apapun,maka gw memutuskan untuk sedikit bercerita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Misteri "dimana Bimbi?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; J&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;adi gini, gw tuh kalo tidur doyan banget pake selimut ampe nutup kepala, apalagi kalo mba anggie atau orang yang tidur ama gw masih beraksi. Nah, pada suatu malam di hotel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jayakarta&lt;/span&gt; Bandung, gw sama keluarga nginep di sana. Lalu, gw tidur sama bonyok. Pakde gw masuk kamar, dia nanya gw di mana. Bonyok gw tadinya ngga ngeh gw di dalem selimut, tapigw denger mereka kayaknya gak terus jadi panik. Secara gw dah mau tidur, dan mereka juga ngga panik, gw kagak nongol-nongol. Mereka pasti dah sadar gw di dalem. Eh - eh lalu, pakde gw keluar kamar. Entah apa yang dia lakukan. Terus setengah jam kemudian (secara gw kalo mau tidur liyer-liyer dulu jadi gw msh bangun) Pakde gw mulai panik. Bilang ke bonyok kalo gw ilang. Karena dia udah nanya sama Bude gw (adeknya Pakde) yang kamarnya dua lantai di atas kamar gw, dan jawabannya gak ada. Begitu juga di kamar kakak - kakak gw. terus bonyok mulai terpengaruh panik,padahal mereka di kanan - kiri gw. Aneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;        Lalulalu, mereka tiba - tiba hening udah mulai mikir yang aneh-aneh. Diculik kah gw? Melarikan diri kah gw? Pulang ke Jakarta kah gw? Pacaran sama satpam kah gw? yah,mungkin jawaban yang terakhir yang paling tepat menurut mereka. Soalnya mereka dah mau nanya ke satpam. Barulah jagoan datang. DARARARA!!!Gw keluar dari selimut sambil kucek - kucek mata. Dan untuk menghindari makian karena dari tadi diem ajah, jadilah gw nguap biar lebih meyakinkan baru bangun tidur.HAHHAHAHA, Pakde gw langsung shock,gw segede gitu gak keliatan, dikira gw gundukan bantal vertikal apah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Begitulah sepenggalan cerita yang pernah terjadi dikehidupan gw. Sangat penuh misteri dan teka-teki bukan?hehehhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Btw, 3minggu ini gw typus gak sopan banget, dan tangga 24 gw UTS, Tuhan sesungguhnya aku hanya berpasrah kepada-Mu. huhuhu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ohya, ada kejadian lucu dan menarik lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Pisau berdarah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jadi dua minggu yang lalu, sahabat emak gw dari SMA yaitu tante Laila, menitipkan pot- pot taneman yang cukup banyak dan dibawa untuk diantar ke rumah gw dengan mobil Colt. Nah, kan suka ada kuli-kuli yang ikut-ikutan dan ngga bertanggung jawab tiba - tiba ntar minta duit. Terus, 4 kuli ini di depan rumah gw minta duit sama pembantu gw yang laki-laki, Mas Birin. Padahal, mereka ngga ngebantuin nurunin pot. Kontan Mas Birin ngomong ke nyokap. Nyokap bilang 'udah kasih 5000 ajah', lalu turunlah mas birin bawa duit 5000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;'Mas, ini buat Mas.'kata mas birin kira- kira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;'ah,saya ngga mau 5000. Bilang sama ibu kamu, 20.000.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;'udah mas terima aja. Nanti kalo sama ibu saya jadi perkara. Udah mas...'mas birin ngerepeh-repeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;'Mana sih ibu kamu? sini saya mau tau, saya ngga takut.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;jadilah emak gw yang lagi pusing ngurusin proyek sambil makan apel pake mukena sama sarung keluar rumah. Secara dia makan apelny pake piso, jadilah pas keluar rumah pake bawa - bawa piso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;'Mana orangnya? Mana orangnya?!Elo pikir cari duit gampang?! 5000 tuh ngotot tau nyarinya!! Sini, mana tuh orangnya?! Gw hajar, sekalian gw bawa piso! SETAN, BANGSAT!Ngga tau apa orang susah?!'emak gw menjerit di pekarangan rumah gw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Trus kuli-kuli yang kalah premannya ama emak gw langsung pada melipir kabur, terus diem - diem bilang ke mas birin 'Yaudah sini 5000 aja, bener ya kata elo, sama ibulo nyeremin. Jadi perkara.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Begitu emak gw selesai ngomel - ngomel, ternyata pembantu - pembantu tetangga pada ngeliat, terus cengengesan. takut juga kali. terus nyokap bilang 'kenapa mba? maav ya,saya emang stres.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Begitulah nasib seorang ibu yang merasakan dampak negatif dari inflasi dan naiknya harga barang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-1579141212934379987?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1579141212934379987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=1579141212934379987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/1579141212934379987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/1579141212934379987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-is-joke.html' title='Life is a JOKE!'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-2462100434951803016</id><published>2007-10-02T10:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T17:36:27.862+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the way we live.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yep, gw yakin lo semua setuju kalo gw bilang setiap orang pasti punya cara sendiri2 untuk live their life. gw sendiri belakangan ini selalu melihat sesuatu dari sudut pandang sosial. Dan jujur, gw selalu merasa tertarik sama hal2 yang hubungannya tentang 'manusia' dan 'sudu pandang' mereka. Ada seseorang yang bilang sama gw, bahwa manusia itu kalo digali pasti 'dalem' banget. Mereka punya pengalaman yg beda2, cara pengambilan hikmah yang beda2, perasaan yang berbeda2, bisa mengambil keputusan yang beda2, mereka bahkan bisa 'menang' dengan cara yang beda2. Intinya, mereka memilih cara untuk bertahan hidup yang berbeda2..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gw pribadi sangat enjoy sama orang2 yang bisa menikmati hidup. Bukan berarti gw ga suka mengeluh atau mendengarkan keluhan orang, tapi adakalanya kita harus mengambil manfaat dari tiap kesulitan yang kita hadapin kan? Heran aja gw kalo sampe ada orang yang ceritanya selalu keluhaaannn aja. Pegel juga kalo kesengsaraan itu harus 'dirasain' terus2an. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gw sendiri belum tau arah hidup gw mau gw bawa kemana. Tapi gw belajar banyak banget dari keluarga gw. Mereka orang2 HEBAT dalam hidup gw. Jujur, gw mungkin punya track yang beda sama kakak2 atau bonyok gw, bukan belagak beda sendiri, tapi gw tau klo gw g akan bisa lebih baik dari mereka klo gw ada di jalur yang sama, bisa dibilang, kita berlima punya cara yang berbeda untuk ngejalanin hidup ini. Herannya, dari 5 sudut pandang yang berbeda, kita malah jadi sangat menghargai satu sama lain, dan saling membanggakan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bayangin aja, dari satu objek aja, gw ama kakak gw bisa beda gtu narik kesimpulannya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;contoh: Angelina Jolie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;buat gw dia itu sosok yang sangat oke banget. Dia sexy, punya banyak teman2 artis yang cool, punya partner macam brad pitt, pekerja sosial, ibu yang super banget, pokoknya perfecto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;buat mba anggie (kakak gw), dia itu cewek yang misterius, poker-face, dan aboveall, dia bisa membuat brad pitt stay beside her karena dia orang tak tertebak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;See?buat gw dia sosok yang memiliki kehidupan sosial yang sangat oke dengan teman, sesama, dan karirnya. tapi kakak gw melihat dia sebagai wanita penggoda yang gak ketebak dan unpredictable. beda banget kan? Sdangkan gw gak peduli dia mau menggaet laki - laki manapun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;jujur, bisa dibilang gw ama kakak2 atau bonyok gw emang punya keahlian yang beda - beda. Misakan, nyokap gw akalnya paling ada untuk hal-hal praktis dan dalam urusan nyari duit, buat dia, tai bisa diubah jadi uang (beneran, buktinya dia bilang kalo kotoran binatang bisa diolah jadi pupuk berkualitas yang ntar untungnya bisa gede). Bokap gw, dia juga pinter nyari duit, dengan perimbangan yang lebih banyak daripada nyokap (ini untuk mengurangi segala resiko bisnis), kakak gw yang cewe, mau nanya apa aja soal melumpuhkan laki-laki atau perempuan, tanya ama dia, dukun pelet dengan kemampuan kucing garong dia. kakak gw yang cowok, tanya anak2 gaul seantero jakarta raya dia tau, anaknya begaul banget dah (maav bagi yang g dikenal/mengenal kakak gw yg ini, berarti lo kurang eksis,hihihi,kidding). Sedangkan gw, badut masyarakat, adenya banyak orang, love life memang rada L, tapi academic gw prestasinya lumayanlah, biarpun keseringan modal hoki..hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;so i think, mungkin cara orang - orang bisa bertahan hidup di dunia yang fana ini emang ada macem - macem dan emang dalem banget kalo mau elo explore, ya kan?hohoo, so selamat mengexplore dirilo masing - masing, coz i know every each of you have something special insdide your ordinary outside.&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/18270471-2462100434951803016?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/2462100434951803016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=2462100434951803016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/2462100434951803016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/2462100434951803016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2007/10/way-we-live.html' title='the way we live.'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-3468622538705590816</id><published>2007-07-24T12:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:41:44.250+07:00</updated><title type='text'>pintu 79</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24-Juli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hei-yoo!!! it's been so long rasanya gw ngga menyentuh dunia maya ini..dikarenakan waktu yang terbatas dan kondisi yang ngga memungkinkan.. well, gw baru saja berpulang ke Jakarta Raya setelah seminggu melepas rindu dengan kekasih hati sepanjang hayat, Allah SWT. Gw baru pulang umroh!! God, gw seneng banget... bukan karena liburannya, atau belanjanya (secara pas2an gw ksana), tapi karena quality ibadah gw disana yang lebih dibanding sebelum2nya..Rasanya seneng, sedih, pokoknya campur aduk. Mengingat gw dah ga kesana selama 3 taun, dan after all yang gw lakuin, ternyata Allah masih sayang sama gw, dengan mengizinkan gw kembali kesana..Oke, mari gw ceritakan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Rql7kWzfyTI/AAAAAAAAABE/m5nAC-p_36I/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091736718246136114" style="width: 179px; height: 125px;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Rql7kWzfyTI/AAAAAAAAABE/m5nAC-p_36I/s320/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" height="115" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;di dalam harom, utung upil tak menggantung&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Rql7kWzfyUI/AAAAAAAAABM/YncRJOiwXU0/s1600-h/DSC00224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091736718246136130" style="width: 173px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Rql7kWzfyUI/AAAAAAAAABM/YncRJOiwXU0/s320/DSC00224.JPG" border="0" height="217" width="169" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mau ziaroh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hari pertama Setelah melewati 9 jam perjalanan di pesawat garuda indonesia yang cukup sering melalui cuaca buruk, akhirnya sampailah gw di bandara internasional King Abdul Aziz, setelah 2x trakhir gw selalu nyangsang di terminal Hajinya. waktu menunjukkan pukul 11pm waktu jeddah, lalu kita berempat (gw, nyokap, mba anggie, mas angga) langsung menuju mekkah. Karena rombongan yang lain mau ke madinah dulu, jadilah kami berempat naik mobil doang, ama yang nganterin gw lupa namanya..Ya, terus, sejam kemudian sampailah kami di hotel berjudul MAWWADAH, which is harusnya hotel gw dar- firdaus, yang ternyata itu disebelahnya, dan keadaannya lebih teruk dari di mawwadah yang jauh dari kelas intercon atau hilton, tapi tetap kami syukuri karena dulu waktu haji, gw tinggal di maktab, bentuknya kayak dorm gtu, tapi parah banget deh, yang ranjangnya dari besi reot and kasurnya musti dikasih sprei sendiri. cacat abis. yah intinya mawwadah ngga separah itu, cuma emang lokasi nya deket banget ama masjidil harom, cuma 3 menit jalan kaki. karena masih capek, kita sempet buka2 koper terus mencoba istirahat bentar, nah pagian dikit kita toaf qudum, yah kayak toaf selamat datang gtu deh...kita solat duha 12 rakaat di harom (secara pahalanya lebih baik 100.000 kali dari pada solat di Jakarta) jadinya kita tambah semangat. Terus selesai maghrib kita langsung umroh yang pertama. Secara paginya kita baru nyampe dan dah toaf qudum, maka waktu kita sa'i, rasanya kaki ini dah mau copot. capek abiiss... selesai sekitar jam 12 malem wkt setempat, tapi dasar itu mesjid ngga pernah kosong, ya makin malem malah makin rame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Rql7kWzfyVI/AAAAAAAAABU/3v9FWEsm580/s1600-h/DSC00232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091736718246136146" style="width: 268px; height: 180px;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Rql7kWzfyVI/AAAAAAAAABU/3v9FWEsm580/s320/DSC00232.JPG" border="0" height="170" width="104" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baitullah alias Ka'bah, colongan banget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hari pertama Setelah melewati 9 jam perjalanan di pesawat garuda indonesia yang cukup sering melalui cuaca buruk, akhirnya sampailah gw di bandara internasional King Abdul Aziz, setelah 2x trakhir gw selalu nyangsang di terminal Hajinya. waktu menunjukkan pukul 11pm waktu jeddah, lalu kita berempat (gw, nyokap, mba anggie, mas angga) langsung menuju mekkah. Karena rombongan yang lain mau ke madinah dulu, jadilah kami berempat naik mobil doang, ama yang nganterin gw lupa namanya..Ya, terus, sejam kemudian sampailah kami di hotel berjudul MAWWADAH, which is harusnya hotel gw dar- firdaus, yang ternyata itu disebelahnya, dan keadaannya lebih teruk dari di mawwadah yang jauh dari kelas intercon atau hilton, tapi tetap kami syukuri karena dulu waktu haji, gw tinggal di maktab, bentuknya kayak dorm gtu, tapi parah banget deh, yang ranjangnya dari besi reot and kasurnya musti dikasih sprei sendiri. cacat abis. yah intinya mawwadah ngga separah itu, cuma emang lokasi nya deket banget ama masjidil harom, cuma 3 menit jalan kaki. karena masih capek, kita sempet buka2 koper terus mencoba istirahat bentar, nah pagian dikit kita toaf qudum, yah kayak toaf selamat datang gtu deh...kita solat duha 12 rakaat di harom (secara pahalanya lebih baik 100.000 kali dari pada solat di Jakarta) jadinya kita tambah semangat. Terus selesai maghrib kita langsung umroh yang pertama. Secara paginya kita baru nyampe dan dah toaf qudum, maka waktu kita sa'i, rasanya kaki ini dah mau copot. capek abiiss... selesai sekitar jam 12 malem wkt setempat, tapi dasar itu mesjid ngga pernah kosong, ya makin malem malah makin rame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Rql7kmzfyWI/AAAAAAAAABc/w1iAXWA4Yes/s1600-h/DSC00236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091736722541103458" style="width: 222px; height: 171px;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Rql7kmzfyWI/AAAAAAAAABc/w1iAXWA4Yes/s320/DSC00236.JPG" border="0" height="160" width="202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;air zam2, minum suka2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Rql7kmzfyXI/AAAAAAAAABk/dPuYLKxL6xM/s1600-h/DSC00237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091736722541103474" style="width: 258px; height: 166px;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Rql7kmzfyXI/AAAAAAAAABk/dPuYLKxL6xM/s320/DSC00237.JPG" border="0" height="129" width="186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Masjidil Harom dari Hilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari - hari berikutnya&lt;br /&gt;kita berempat udah berasa di rumah sendirilah, jajan ini-itu, beli oleh2, dan yang pasti wajib belanja ke bin dawood (superkampret di hilton) yang ngga jelas apa yg dibelanjain. Terus ibadah, lalu makan di rumah. Oh ya, soal makanan. Karena di hotel itu yang dari travel gw cuma ge berempat doang, jadilah segala roti, jam, butter,keju, susu, teh, kopi, dll ada di kamar gw. itu dikasih dari cateringnya, oke banget dah. Dan setiap pagi,siang, ama malem, kita dikirimin rantangan. itu juga oke banget. makanannya enak semua, tapi banyak banget porsinya(2 rantang utk 4 org), sampe2 makan pagi sebenernya bisa ampe siang, belum lagi gw juga jajan ayam faham ama nasi bukhori, makin aja melimpah ruah tuh makanan, mana pas siangnya dia udah ngirimin lagi makanan, ya kita malah jadi bingung ngabisinnya. Saat seperti itulah gw mulai menyebutnya teror rantang. Karena dikala kita keluar hotel untuk solat ke mesjid, itu rantang muncul lagi, padahal makanan di dalem kamar masih banyak. Hahahaha..terus nyokap gw nyuruh tukang cateringnya buat mengurangi porsinya, tapi dasar dia ngga tega kali yak, jadilah kita dikasih 1rantang tapi porsinya tetep buat 4 org, lah sama aja kan. Akhirnya ama mamak gw ditulisin lagi notes, kali ini pake gambar 1 rantang, ampe nyokap gw ketemu dan ngomong langsung ama si tukang rantang. Ngga kapok juga, dia kasih 1 rantang emang dengan porsi yang lebih sedikit, tapi tetep ngga abis juga, alhasil setiap kita makan mamak gw selalu misahin sebagian buat dikasihin ke orang2 negro yang suka minta2 di depan harom. Yah, itung2 sodaqoh. Ampe2 pas terakhir, roti ama selai2nya yang ngga tersentuh itu di sodaqohin juga ama mamak gw. Aneh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/RqnxVWzfyYI/AAAAAAAAABs/jyMrqKrqTFE/s1600-h/DSC00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091866202920176002" style="width: 187px; height: 155px;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/RqnxVWzfyYI/AAAAAAAAABs/jyMrqKrqTFE/s320/DSC00231.JPG" border="0" height="155" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Menu rantangan : asinan with hazelnut, cadas ya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/RqnxVWzfyZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/40FlipO1L28/s1600-h/DSC00250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091866202920176018" style="width: 197px; height: 148px;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/RqnxVWzfyZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/40FlipO1L28/s320/DSC00250.JPG" border="0" height="240" width="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halal beef beacon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;terus kita bener2 ngepolin ibadah di sana. rasanya tuh gw selalu ngerasa tenang kalo di sana. Rasanya tuh bener2 pasrah, kalo mau mati di sana yah mati aja. ampe kayak gtu tau ga. selama ini gw bolak - balik ke sana, gw seneng, tapi gw ngga pernah menikmatinya senikmat kemaren. Dalam arti kata, sekarang gw tau banget susahnya dateng ke sana, dan ngga semua orang bisa, even kemaren gw sempet mengalami cobaan2. Jadi gw lebih menghargai waktu gw di sana. Biarpun disana lagi musim panas (kalo siang 33-37 derajat celcius, kalo malem sekitar 31-33 derajat), tapi semuanya begitu menenangkan aja. gw ngepolin doa banget di sana. Segala macem gw minta. Gw juga sempet tobat untuk semua dosa2 yang udah gw bikin, jujur dulu gw kalo tobat yah bgitu doang, I never really meant it. Tapi kali ini gw bener2 TOBAT, gw sadar banget gw salah. Segala sesuatu yang udah gw lakuin dimana gw ngebela sesuatu tanpa ngegubris Tuhan gw, yang akhirnya malah nyakitin gw sendiri. Dan di situ gw sadar at the end yang sayang ama gw ya cuma Allah doang. yang selalu ada dan ngga ninggalin gw, padahal gw udah ninggalin dia. Dan gw tau banget allah ngasih segala2nya buat gw. Orang tua yang sangat baik, kakak2 yang sayang gw, harta yang emang ngga melimpah tapi sangat2 mencukupi kebutuhan gw, dan keyakinan yang selalu ada di hati gw, yang selalu membuat gw jadi orang yang bersyukur dan terhindar dari iri hati, dia juga dah ngasih apapun yang gw minta, temen2 yang oke, diri gw yang sangat ‘sempurna’, sekolah yang bagus, dan berjuta2 nikmat lainnya. Allah bener2 sayang sama gw, istilahnya gw udah durhaka tapi beliau ngijinin gw dateng ke sana. wat a bless banget. Gw emang punya mimpi untuk keliling dunia, tapi kalo udah sampe sana hati gw bilang gw ngga butuh kemana2 cukup di sini, cukup di tempat yang bikin gw jadi lebih baik, kalo di sana gw tuh bener2 ngga mikir dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya it was the greatest time for this 2 years. Oh ya, soal pintu 79, itu pintu masjidil Haram yang ke arah Hilton, kemanapun gw muter2 di dalem Harom, gw mesti keluarnya di pintu 79. Dan dari sana gw sadar, segala sesuatu itu, mau muter2 kemana, asal kita ‘ngeh’ muaranya, pasti kita ngga bakal lost gtu aja. Muara itu, kayak ‘jalan keluarnya’. Dan untuk kasus hidup ini yah muaranya di tangan Allah, jadi kalo ngga dipulangin ke Dia yang punya alam semesta, mau kemana lagi? Ya toh? Jadi sekarang gw bisa lebih pasrah dan ikhlas untuk menghadapin apapun yang terjadi. Ini cuma urusan dunia yang pasti ada akhirnya kan? Seminggu di Mekkah udah merubah gw, gw harap hati ini ngga berubah lagi, untuk selalu cinta pencipta gw, cinta agama gw, cinta keluarga gw, cinta orang2 yang cinta pada-Nya, cinta hal2 yg mendatangkan cinta pada-Nya, cinta diri gw yang selalu berusaha untuk mencintai-Nya. Dari hati untuk jadi nasehat sepanjang hidup gw…. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-3468622538705590816?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3468622538705590816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=3468622538705590816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/3468622538705590816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/3468622538705590816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2007/07/pintu-79.html' title='pintu 79'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Rql7kWzfyTI/AAAAAAAAABE/m5nAC-p_36I/s72-c/DSC00207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-7154779616329055270</id><published>2007-06-29T08:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T08:50:41.127+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ngeKOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;great, kmaren gw dah dapet kos2an, murah meriah dan deket ama ITB, mobil juga bisa masuk, ngaji tinggal loncat, tapi satu yang sangat fatal. dari 5 kamar cewek, kamar mandinya cuma satu! My GOD, gw bener2 pucet membayangkan gw yang pecicilan di gedor2 orang satu kampung rebutan kamar mandi. udah gitu, anak2 cowok yang ngekos di sebelah (yang punya sama, dan ko2annya tembus lewat belakang) juga suka nebeng kamar mandi itu. yang lebih parah NO HEATER. Bisa busikan gw gara2 g mandi. Lalu kita muter2 deh tuh keliling DAGO ASRI, mencari jawaban, yah kayak kata Ebiet G.A.D (nulisnya gimana sih?) "Barang kali di sana ada jawabnya", lalu gw menemukan banyak kos2an yang oke2, sayang dah pada penuh, lalu ada satu yang masih FRESH from the oven, gw lihatlah, dengan harga 1,4 jt/month, gw dah dapet TV cable, internet, dan full furnish, udah gitu kamar mandi di dalem, air panas 24 jam, apa lagi yang lo minta. Walah, gw dah girang banget, tapi dasar babah gw rada nangka (ngga baik ngumpat orang tua), gw g diijinin. Alesannya karena ngga ada mamak kos. HIII!!! trus pake ditambahin, "kan pergaulan bandung sangat bebas, nanti kamu terpengaruh." ya OLOH, emang gw semeragukan itu ya? gw kan beriman dan bertaqwa, lagian cuma beda satu gang ama tempat ngaji.Mba anggie di Melbourne juga emangnya pergaulannya ngga kurang bebas tuh bule2 dah kayak soang nyosor sana sini di mana aja?&lt;br /&gt;Tapi dia juga nyewa apartemen di city deket RMIT (kampusnya) kan? mengapa saya tidak?? Gw kan ngga sekafir itu..entahlah, gw mual nginget2nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Maav gw lupa foto, tapi itu bener2 keren banget kos2annya. Akhirnya, tetap gw terdampar di Jl.Alpina no.20. Gw hanya bisa berpasrah, kata mba anggie gw mau dikasih sambungan internet, heater, dan tetek bengek, terserah, gw cuma bisa pasrah, all i know, gw g mau ngurusin, kalo emang g ada internet ya usah g usah, kalo jadinya g bisa ngerjain assignment2 gw, yaudah g usah ngerjain. Ye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinggal doa doang gw, abis gw stres mikirinnya, well yang penting I'm gonna finish my study there. trus kerja, cari duit yang banyak, lalu keliling eropa dan ke jepang. ahhahaha.. senangnya..&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/18270471-7154779616329055270?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7154779616329055270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=7154779616329055270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/7154779616329055270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/7154779616329055270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2007/06/ngekost.html' title='ngeKOST'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-8985670872746064435</id><published>2007-06-24T08:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T09:27:45.019+07:00</updated><title type='text'>end of our beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hai..mungkin semuanya dah pada tau yah, kalo kemaren adalah hari wisudanya anak2 PJ ankatan ke-8. Gue sungguh sangat terharu waktu Dhedhe menyampaikan kesan dan pesan mewakili kita semua. Tapi kalo boleh gw tambah, gw mau kita jadi angkatan yang solid. Gw ngga bilang kita MT ninggalin Dia sendiri (we all know what happen to her and who she is, right?) karena kita emang ngga bisa ngelakuin apa - apa soal itu kan? tapi satu yang bisa kita lakuin, kita selalu bisa jadi teman, selalu bisa jadi sahabat, please jangan pernah bilang, angkatan 8 terdiri dari 125. Karena kita berjuang bersama - sama, 126 murid Pembangunan Jaya dikirim ke medan perang . Yang satu gugur, bukan tak dihargai, dia pahlawan, pahlawan kita, untuk selalu bersyukur atas apa yang udah kita dapat. Dia bukan aib, itu hanya takdir. Dia juga bukan g usaha kan? kemaren tante komite sempet ngomong di depan seolah - olah semua yang keluarganya broken home anaknya ancur dan yang harmonis anaknya sukses. Jelas gue ngga setuju. Ati2 aja kalo dia sampe ketulah. Karena ngga sedikit yang broken home tapi jadi sukses. Bukan gue sombong, tapi jujur gw pernah ngelewatin banyak hal yang berbau2 broken home atau tekanan2 yang sebenernya bisa aja menghancurkan mental gue (udah mungkin), tapi I really keep on the good work, itu malah jadi motivasi gue, walaupun gw akui masalah yang gw hadapin mungkin ngga sesulit Dia. Karena waktu itu, gue masih punya kakak2 yang mendukung gw. Merekalah teman gw. Jadi sekarang gw mau jadi temennya, yang bisa mendukung Dia, gue harap anak PJ angkatan 8 bisa selalu nyemangatin Dia ya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay. kemaren kita wisuda, memakai toga dan ngumpul (bisa dibilang yang terakhir kali) andai saja gue bisa lulus dalam keadaan yang lebih baik. Tapi begini aja udah cukup kok. Harus disyukuri..hehehehe...berpisah sama semuanya, temen, sahabat, guru, sekolah, dan (gw g munafik) kita berpisah sama orang2 yang udah bikin hard feelings, hard time di PJ, tapi tanpa kesusahan yang namanya kebahagiaan ngga ada harganya kan? itulah yang kita bilang bersyukur. kita bersyukur masih bisa merasakan 'harga' dari sebuah kebahagiaan. Walaupun kebahagiaannya cuma setitik, tapi selama kita bersyukur, itu jadi begitu berharga dan berarti. Kalo udah berarti kita baru bisa menjaga. Dan setiap detik dari masa - masa SMA, semuanya sangat berarti, gw yakin pasti masing2 dari kita menjaganya untuk tetap di hati menjaga harganya yang ngga akan terpengaruh dengan inflasi (tssaahh). Hehehehe... Trimakasih untuk semua, untuk tawa yang selalu kita sumringahkan, semua tangis yang selalu kita rintihkan, semua kesal yang selalu kita tepiskan, semua dendam yang harus kita maav kan, semua peluk dan genggaman yang kita eratkan, walau semuanya takkan bisa terulang, walau semua terasa kadang begitu manis bahkan begitu pahit, tapi itu takkan terlupakan, takkan terbayarkan, kecuali dengan kenangan dan masa depan yang lebih dan selalu lebih baik untuk dibagikan. Selamat berjuang untuk semuanya, takdir kita tak hanya sampai di sini, untuk Dia, kita akan selalu menantimu di bangku perguruan tinggi, sampai kapanpun, angkatan 8 yang lulus akan tetap sebanyak 126 orang, entah itu terjadi hari ini, besok, lusa, hingga Tuhan berkehendak, dan hari itu pasti datang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-8985670872746064435?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8985670872746064435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=8985670872746064435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/8985670872746064435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/8985670872746064435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2007/06/end-of-our-beginning.html' title='end of our beginning'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-3903134465682950797</id><published>2007-06-20T14:49:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T16:00:14.584+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari yang panjang..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yea2..tadi gw melanglang buana ke priok (lagi) setelah kemaren ke kanwil dsb. Emang dasar birokrasi Indonesia berjalan dengan sangat lamban dan abstrak, alias tak berstruktur. Mungkin lo pada bingung kenapa gw bikinnya jauh bener ke priok. Konon katanya ada org di priok yang bisa membantu gw dan keluarga untuk bikin paspor secara express (siapa sih yang mau lama2 nangkring di kantor imigrasi yang panas dan penuh asap rokok?). Namun, terjadi kesalah pahaman. Kenalannya babah gw kira kita pada minta 'tolong' secara jujur dan gratisan. padahal maksdnya 'tolong' secara cepat walaupun mesti bayar. jadilah gw sempet disuruh ngurusin surat ilang paspor ke kanwil di cawang. abis itu beres, gw balik lagi ke priok hari ini. Belum juga sial selesai menimpa gw yang berniat mau umroh (maklum, niatnya ibadah cobaannya tambah banyak. yang saaabbbaar..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita berangkat pagi2, gara2 tergoda mau nyarap bakmi pak keriting di kemayoran, mampir dululah kita ke sana. Pas mau ke priok, kita berniat untuk ngga lewat tol. dengan sotoy babatnya, gw berlima (mama,mba anggie, mas angga, dan mas kamto a.k.a DJ music bisu) ke jalan manual. Lewatlah kita dengan kawan - kawan trek2 segede bagong (priok gtu loohh). lalu memandang pelabuhan priok untuk pertama kalinya (maklum anak selatan rada norak, taunya lewat tol doang). Sayangnya gw terlalu terpesona jadi g ngambil foto, yah.. emang ngga seindah port di singapur yang extra bersih, tapi gontok2an ama kendaraan2 lainnya cukup menegangkan (lho?kok ngga nyambunga?). Intinya, kami bertiga norak, anak itik biasa main di kandang doang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah muter2 di daerah priok, muter2 semper (ini nama daerah di sana lho) ampe semper beneran, nyampelah kita di kantor imigrasinya (siang aja). Trus, kita ngambil berkas di dalem map merah yang hari senen dah kita urus. dibawalah kita ke ruang wawancara. Pas formnya lagi dicentang2, ternyata ada yang belum diisi, dilemparlah kita keluar dan tidak blh msk lagi , hee ngga deng, lebih banget. Ya, kita disuruh ngisi dulu di luar. pas kita liat, ternyata di atas kolom2 kosong itu ada pilihan, alasan kita ngisi tuh apa, penggantian paspor kah, atau baru mau bikin kah, atau apa? karena paspor kita bertiga ilang (gw, nyokap, mas angga), maka kita pilih "penggantian". kalo milih "penggantian" kt disuruh ngisi kolom B, tapi kolom kosong yang kita disuruh isi adalah kolom A. otomatis kita bertiga tolol balik lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kolom kosong itu harusnya diisi sama nomor KTP, alamat rumah, ama status. Tapi dasar Indonesia, harusnya kan data2 kita dah ada dong di arsip pemerintahan, secara kita pernah punya paspor. Namun, memang norak, kita disuruh ngisi lagi, jelas2 itu kolom A, yang diisi kalo kita pemohon baru. cacat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belum juga selesai kebrutalan di kantor imigrasi priok yang penuh sesak ama calon2 TKI ama pelaut, belum lagi kumuhnya yang mendukung gw g betah, kita disuruh bayar biaya paspor (setelah wawancara), dan penandatanganannya. pas di tempat tandatangan (yang bertugas namanya Pak Tatang), kita berempat nungguin karena takut diselip2in org lain, mamak di garis depan, kita diluar. Lalu, secara misterius pak tatang garuk2 kepala. dan nanya "ini mana nomor biometriknya?". Mamak gw jawab "ngga tau". terus dia nanya lagi "Lho? Ibu udah foto belum?" mamak gw yang polos jawab "belum". dengan nada tinggi pak tatang ngomong "wah, ibu salah ini. gimana bisa saya kerjain kalo aturannya begini." spontan gw dan kaka2 gw nyerbu masuk. enak aja mamak gw dibilang salah, orang tadi disuruh langsung ke sini. TOLOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Siapa yang salah??!!"gw, kaka2 gw, ama mamak gw tarik otot. lalu pertikaian hampir terjadi, satu ruangan pada "SSHHHIIINNGG", terus calo2 yang ribut disekitar situ pada diem ngeliat kita berempat dah kayak mau makan tuh orang. Akhirnya kita jelasin kalo kita itu disuruh ama petugas wawancaranya utk lgsg ke situ. lalu kita sebut2lah nama yang di atas (bukan dzikir, tapi ada petinggi temen bokap gw itu ruangannya di lantai2), dan kita bilang kita itu dari si Pak Yang Diatas itu. Lgsg dia kepecirit buncit ngurusin. Dikata gw takut??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya gw foto, selesai foto kita tandatangan ke pak tatang lagi, katanya paspor jadi 4hari. tapi setelah kita ngomong apa Pak Yang Diatas, dia bilang besok jadi. Yasudah kita pulang dengan tenang. haha.. Oh ya, pas kita baru masuk tol, kita uji emisi kendaraan gratis. lumayan dapet kue sekotak, pulpen, brosur kesehatan (mamak gw semangat bgt), ama tiket tol cawang- priok dan terusannya. Mobil panther gw lulus uji emisi lho. Gila iseng banget kita.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; HEIGHT: 118px" height="436" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e180/hilariousgoldfish/DSC00158.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 164px; HEIGHT: 118px" height="409" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e180/hilariousgoldfish/DSC00160.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-3903134465682950797?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3903134465682950797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=3903134465682950797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/3903134465682950797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/3903134465682950797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2007/06/hari-yang-panjang.html' title='Hari yang panjang..'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-4038275087488398406</id><published>2007-06-12T07:45:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T07:58:11.424+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matsumoto Jun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Rm3t8ndkZEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dIV4JidUiU4/s1600-h/jun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074973980757353538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Rm3t8ndkZEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dIV4JidUiU4/s320/jun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;hai2..well2, tadi malam saya sudah disuruh bubar sama mamak, jadi belum sempet masukin fotonya mas ganteng. Yah, kalian mesti ntn Hana Yori Dango dulu baru bisa bilang dia ganteng. Kalo gw sendiri suka banget sama jarinya yang oke banget. Eniwei, menurut gw dia ganteng karena ngga ngebosenin. Kadang2 ganteng, kadang2 ngga, kadang2 tonggos, kadang2 lebih tonggos. Hahahaha..yah, pokoknya gw lagi rada demam HYD (padahal dah basi gitu). Tapi doramanya baru kok, setting HYD 1 di taun 2005 kalo yang HYD2 taun 2006 akhir ampe 2007 awal. Hari rabu gw mau ke Pluit, mau minjem komiknya.hehe..penasaran jadinya..&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/18270471-4038275087488398406?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4038275087488398406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=4038275087488398406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/4038275087488398406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/4038275087488398406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2007/06/matsumoto-jun.html' title='Matsumoto Jun'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Rm3t8ndkZEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dIV4JidUiU4/s72-c/jun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-1409198452818691036</id><published>2007-06-11T20:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T21:13:29.663+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hana yori dango</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Rm1X2XdkZBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4UoXWCXzk3E/s1600-h/hyd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074808946639004690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Rm1X2XdkZBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4UoXWCXzk3E/s320/hyd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Rm1Q9ndkY_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/JlAyk2eDm04/s1600-h/hana+yori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074801374611661810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Rm1Q9ndkY_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/JlAyk2eDm04/s320/hana+yori.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yahyah.. ini adalah hana yori dango yang oke itu.. versi jepangnya meteor garden. Ceritanya lebih masuk akal dan bener2 di explore detailnya. Jadi ngga cuma tentang Domyouji ama Tsukushi, yang notabenenya pemeran utama. Dan kekayaan Domyouji di sini juga lebih keliatan dari pada A Tse di meteor garden. awalnya pas gw ngeliat tampang Matsumoto Jun (pemeran Domyouji), gw bilang dya kayak Jacko, tapi mulai episode 10 (HYD 2) dya dah mendingan. lebih berisi, lebih better tatanan rambutnya dan mukanya jg lbh bersih.eniwei, kembali ke cerita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di sini Makino Tsukushi, ditindas sama geng F4 di SMA Eitoku Gokuen, sekolah elite yang barangnya ngga ada yg g bermerk. Makino sebenernya sempet g tahan karena bener2 ditindas abis sama satu sekolah, tapi karena keluarganya bener2 mati2an ngebela - belain dia, makanya dia jadi semangat lagi. Sampe akhirnya si Domyouji yang berlaku sebagai ketua F4 ngelempar bekal mkn sing Tsukushi (mngingat kantinnya kayak restoran perancis) dan ngehina nyokapnya Tsukushi, di situlah Tsukushi nonjok Domyouji, dan nunjukin sikap. Karena itu juga, Domyouji malah ngajak ngedate Tsukushi. Padahal waktu itu, Tsukushi sukanya sama Hanazawa Rui yang selalu nolongin dia setiap susah atau sedih (Rui selalu ngehibur ampe akhir film).Biarpun akhirnya yang klise, Makino sama Domyouji saling suka, tapi segala sesuatu ada aja yang harus memisahkan mereka, apalagi gengsi masing2 yang setinggi langit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intinya hampir sama sama meteor garden, tapi ceritanya yang lebih detail dan kompleks bikin dorama ini tambah ngena. dan emang sedih banget. ceritanya yang juga konyol bikin dorama ini ngga bosen ditonton, tapi untuk sementara setau gw baru ada dvd aslinya, itu juga belinya di daerah melawai di toko khusus barang2 jepang, tapi katanya bajakan juga dah ada. kalo bagian bgitu gw ngga ikutan dah..hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, OSTnya juga oke2, apalagi HYD2, lagunya Utada Hikaru yang The Flavor of Life ituloh,,mendukung banget. Jadi, mari semua, tontonlah dorama ini, selain ngga bosen, alurnya juga ngga berlarut - larut..selamat menyaksikan dan jangan lupa sediakan tissue selalu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-1409198452818691036?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1409198452818691036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=1409198452818691036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/1409198452818691036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/1409198452818691036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2007/06/hana-yori-dango.html' title='Hana yori dango'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Rm1X2XdkZBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4UoXWCXzk3E/s72-c/hyd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-3952030727545524337</id><published>2007-06-06T07:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T08:18:04.347+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yeah..yeah..yeah.. lu smua udah bosen bacain blog gw yg penuh curhatan caci makian kayaknya. Tapi to be honest, i really need u all to beware aja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi gini,pernah ga elo (klasik) hemm...let see, just be true aja yah...sekarang gw sedang berteman, well, bersahabat mungkin dengan seorang lelaki. Yang kadang memperlakukan gw lebih dari seorang teman. hem... sebenernya gw seneng2 aja temenan sama dia, tapi perlakuan dia yang begitu yang bikin gw g nyaman, why so? karena gw jd bingung mau memperlakukan dia bagaimana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebenernya udah berkali - kali gw ngerasa ngga enak bgini, tapi selalu gw anggep "ah, gwny aja kali yang GR". sampe ada gosip gw ada apa - apa sama dia. well, kita sih ketawa aja dengernya. Tapi begitu ada orang yang nanya personally ke gw, langsung kejang gw (lho?) g deng, jujur gw jadi bingung jawab apa. Karena awalnya dia pernah sengaja mau ngaku2 di depan mantannya, kalo gw deket (PDKT) ama dia. Kan gw jadi ngga tau mesti jawab apa. ditanya "sebenernya lo gmana sih ama dia?" aja sih gw g masalah, tapi ternyata mental gw ikut terganggu karena GW SENDIRI G TAU. tolol kan? Saat gw g tau posisi, gw g bisa memperkirakan, dan gw jadi g pegang kendali. Sumpah gw g suka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya, kemaren gw tanya sama dia "Sebenernya kita tuh temen, atau org yang conspiracy utk bikin jeles mantanlo, atau apa sih?" dan dia tanya balik ke gw. terus gw bilang aja "eh, kamu tuh yang kemaren pake acara blg sayang pake harus 4 mata seolah2 itu special. Lebih lagi tadi malem lo ngomng (sensor) as if aku tuh siapanya kamu." dan keluarlah kata -kata "temen". dan gw langsung tersenyum asin di dalam hati, kenapa? nanti gw jelasin. terus, gw bilang sama di "BINGO! If we are friend then treat me like one. Aku ngga suka kayak gitu2, biasa aja lagi. Aku kan juga ngga mau keGRan ngga jelas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang gini. elo deket sama dia, lo digosipin sama dia, tiba - tiba dia datang ke rumahlo dengan "khusus mau bilang sesuatu" yang ternyata cuma "aku sayang sama kamu" ironisnya, itu sebagai teman, dan ngga dia mantion kalo ngga lo tanya. IDIOT ngga? gini nih, gw paling ngga suka cowok coward. oh ya, ada lanjutannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah masalah "kita teman" selesai, gw curhat masalah nyokap dan-lain-sebagainya-2x, dia memotong pembicaraan dengan bilang "eh mbi, let say aku sayang sama kamu lebih dari temen dan begitu juga sebaliknya, aku ngga mau kita jadian karena akan putus, dan mesti ada bt2an, aku ngga mau. jadi tunggu aku sampe umur 20an kita langsung nikah aja..hahhaha.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dari awal dia cuma bermaksud "sayang sebagai teman" pake acara dateng2 ke rumah gw kayak lamaran (lebih...) aja gw g respek. Kalo dia honest, bisa kan dia bilangnya kalo kita lagi jalan bareng. terus, pake acara kalo dia sayangnya lebih dari "temen" trus ngimpi mau ngawinin gw, daa?? Pliss deh agghh..kalo dia honest dia bisa kan bilang "yah...sebenernya aku mungkin sayang sama kamu lebih dari temen, tapi aku ngga mau kita jadian. aku ngga mau putus sama kamu." tapi kalo kayak sekarang, yang gw baca adalah "lo jadi serep gw, jadi jangan kemana2, tapi gw mau cari yang lain dulu." Akh! pergi mati saja sana. dasar player. Huuuh...sedih banget sih gw, ngga bisa apa menemukan orang yang sayang sama gw even hanya sebagai temen dengan tulus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus gw bilang ama mamak gw "duh, aku tuh sedih banget sih? dulu sama si X sahabatan, tib2 dia ngilang, sama si Y sahabatan, aku suka dia, dia suka aku, tapi dia jadian sama cewek lain setelah nulis di kartu "I LOVE U" ke aku, pas aku tau dia jadian, dia bilang tulisan itu maksdnya as a sister, damn u chicken! lalu ama hantu-bokong-soang, terakhir dia jawab mama kalo dia masih sayang aku, eh ternyata dia ngomong ke sahabatku kalo itu cuma speak2. sekarang begini, gw jadi BUMPER, heeemp...wat a life. i thought i was care enough, waktu gw curhat ama nyokap, gw tambah frustasi dengan dia bilang "abis, kamu kayak anak kecil sih, belum bisa care sama orang, kamu aja masih diurusin..." trus gw bilang "tapi kan aku juga mau diurusin, aku udah berusaha kok..." mama jawab " ah, mana ada, cowok tuh maunya dilayanin...kamu belum bisa." jatuhlah mental gw, seolah2 gw bakal jadi perawan seumur hidup. belum berkurang penderitaan gw, eh dia tambahin "Tapi kamu paling ngurus hantu bokong soang sih...mungkin karena kamu sayang ya..."&lt;br /&gt;DDDUUUAAARRR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough is enough. huuhh...ternyata di mata nyokap gw masih aja anak kecil, gw g berubah, gw g cukup baik. apa gw akan menjadi perawan seumur hidup? TIDDAAAKK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa tulus itu ngga cukup? apa usaha untuk berubah itu emang ngga akan keliatan kalo ngga ada hasilnya? Tapi gw bersyukur, Si Kumbang menghibur gw dengan bilang "u've got all enough." dan jujur, gw g pernah denger such compliment. gw nangis terharu lho setiap inget (agak lebih, tapi sungguh2 terjadi...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin banyak di luar sana yang lebih cuek dari gw, lebih childish, lebih jelek even (gw udah jelek, yang lebih jelek kyk gmana yak?), lebih bodoh (hantu otak cicak mungkin?), lebih introvert (tertutup-mengurung diri di dalam kardus kemanapun dia pergi mungkin?), dan yang lebih payah, tapi just believe in ur self, bahwa ngga semua cara atau jawaban ttg hidup ada di buku, atau di bibir orang2 yang kita kenal, even orang tua kita. Kadang kita harus cari jawabannya sendiri. walaupun emang hrs dengan bimbingan itu semua. Gw yakin, setiap individu punya cara sendiri untuk mencintai dan untuk dicintai, cuma waktu dan orangnya aja yang mungkin belum tepat. So, just be yourself and do the best. oh ya, satu pesan gw, jangan pernah menyesali yang udah tejadi. kayak kata kumbang "U'VE GOT ALL ENOUGH". dan waktu dia bilang gitu, satu jawaban terjawab, I'VE GOT HER MY BEST FRIEND WILL BE ENOUGH karena kita pasti butuh orang yang bisa bikin kita merasa hebat, supaya kita ngga putus asa. Kalo punya 1000 temen tapi gitu2 doang, pasti g cukup, tapi 1 teman yang bisa bikin kita merasa cukup, well, it's just enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haah..dulu gw g percaya ada true friend and true love, setidaknya, tentang true friend gw salah, so what about true love? yah..let see bout it..hohoho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salam we've got all enough..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-3952030727545524337?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3952030727545524337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=3952030727545524337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/3952030727545524337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/3952030727545524337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2007/06/anti-trust.html' title='Anti-trust'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-7776556054633443944</id><published>2007-05-31T20:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T20:36:17.723+07:00</updated><title type='text'>something gotta live</title><content type='html'>well, well, well...&lt;br /&gt;sudah berbulan - bulan gw menjomblo dan tidak ada tanda - tanda gw telah sembuh total dari pertempuran dengan hantu bermata kodok, berbokong soang dan memiliki sifat - sifat kebo. Mungkin karena semenjak kepergiannya (smoga ga akan balik lagi) gw dah terlalu sibuk bersosialisasi dan baru menikmati masa - masa sma gw, jadinya gw ngga sempat meratapi nasib (bahwa dia dah move on dengan hantu berotak cicak). Sehingga sekarang gw masih wondering, what was i thinking back then. agak freak, but really I was blind by what I thought was love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah, kata kakak gw, luka kita itu lama - lama bisa ilang kalo hantu itu datang dan mengakui kesalahannya, ucapan maav bisa jadi obat. Lalu, kapankah obat itu datang pada gw? Then, dia hibur ade melasnya ini dengan bilang kalo orang baru juga bisa mengobati kok (wish so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gw akui, gw jauh berbeda dari bimbi yang dulu sebelum gw ketemu hantu itu. Dan cukup berbeda dengan bimbi yang sedang menjalin hubungan dengan hantu. Dulu, hantu selalu bilang  gw kayak anak kecil. Setelah kita selesai bertempur, even temen gw ngga ada yang blg gw kayak anak kecil. Kebiasaan gw wkt sama dia juga ilang (tak nafsu makan, kucek2 mata dan hidung), karena sekarang I eat like a pig, a mad pig even. Namun, tiba2, seseorg blg kalo gw lagi ngambek kyk anak kecil. GOD! after months gw meninggalkan bimbi yang dulu, dia kembali lagi! seraamm..dasar sifat dasar gw kali yak? tapi tetep aja rasanya hurt inside kalo ada something to do with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bersyukur yang lagi kasmaran (tsahh), nikmatilah. Rasakan sepuas - puasnya. Karena once u lose it, u won't remmeber how it feels. pethatic, but it's true. kalo kata &lt;em&gt;go girl &lt;/em&gt;"a relationship is like a glass, sometimes u better left them broken than to put them together and hurting ur self".&lt;br /&gt;Kadang gw bertanya - tanya, apa dia inget gw? apa hantu otak kacang better than me? Does he miss me? Does he know how hurt what i feel inside? Time will answer, won't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah, this is life. If u can't beat them, join them. If you can't change it, live it. tapi satu yang akan gw lakukan. When i know i'm strong enough, gw bakal ketemu dia dan ngasih tau dia betapa dia sangat sukses menghancurkan sebagian hati gw dan menjadikan kecacatan permanen pada diri gw (jadi tukang makan, tambah frik, gampang masuk angin dan kentut - kentut -lho?). Juga berhasil menciptakan mutan (gw) yang lebih oke, sukses, hebat, dan apapun yang akan dia sesali karena g ckp pantas mendapatkan gw (terus jd statement patah hati...)hehehe..kalo bukan kita yg menghibur diri sendiri, siapa lagi??huehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-7776556054633443944?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/7776556054633443944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=7776556054633443944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/7776556054633443944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/7776556054633443944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2007/05/something-gotta-live.html' title='something gotta live'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-6199605362803932061</id><published>2007-05-30T18:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T20:10:10.217+07:00</updated><title type='text'>2:37</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Rl1oZRMvopI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WXQUYf5PbFw/s1600-h/15d9ad26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070323538811921042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Rl1oZRMvopI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WXQUYf5PbFw/s200/15d9ad26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This movie is really inspiring another side of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film ini masuk nominasi Cannes Film Festival. Tell us about several high school students who has their own problems in life. Alur ceritanya agak maju mundur karena melihat dari sudut pandang murid - murid itu tadi. Scene pertamanya memperlihatkan seorang cewek yang panik menggedor – gedor pintu kamar mandi, dan setelah berhasil dibuka ditemukanlah seorang murid yang bunuh diri, tapi identitasnya masih belum ketahuan.&lt;br /&gt;Lalu scene berikutnya memulai semua awal hari itu dari sudut pandang yang berbeda - beda. Dari Melody yang bermasalah dengan kakaknya, Marcus, sedangkan Marcus sendiri berusaha mati – matian mencari pengakuan orang tuanya, Luke yang popular tapi memiliki rahasia besar, Sarah pacar Luke yang salah paham, Steven yang freak dan punya masalah dengan katung kemihnya, dan Shawn yang gay dan punya masalah kecanduan ganja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceritanya yang real dan emang mungkin berdasarkan kisah nyata (karena terakhirnya film ini didedikasikan untuk temannya yang meninggal itu) bikin kita jadi menilai suatu masalah bukan cuma dari sudut pandang kita aja, tapi dari sudut pandang pihak – pihak lain. Akhir ceritanya yang unpredictable juga keren, karena kita bener – bener sadar kalo semua orang pasti punya masalahnya masing – masing. Biarpun ini film bukan jenis film fun yang bisa ditonton berkali – kali, tapi film ini cocok banget untuk nyari pelajaran baru dalam hidup dan untuk jadi inspirasi supaya kita ngga perlu putus asa menghadapi hidup di dunia yang fana ini (saah).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-6199605362803932061?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6199605362803932061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=6199605362803932061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/6199605362803932061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/6199605362803932061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2007/05/237.html' title='2:37'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Miq2Edqs0fw/Rl1oZRMvopI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WXQUYf5PbFw/s72-c/15d9ad26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-8189668964309986285</id><published>2007-05-30T08:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T08:17:21.538+07:00</updated><title type='text'>when there's a choices to choose</title><content type='html'>Hem, hidup yang ironis, once in your life time you find your truly best friend, but unfortunately they get to close to your enemy.&lt;br /&gt;Another story tells about a girl who finally gets really near to the boy that she always be left in the past, but her new best friend really hate him.&lt;br /&gt;Bingo!&lt;br /&gt;Aku percaya yang namanya hidup ini selalu balance. You lose some you get some. Kadang rasanya semua jadi serba salah. Karena ngga mau nyakitin yang satu, makanya jarang cerita tentang yang lain. Tapi dia nilainya itu suatu pengkhianatan. Kemunafikkan. Aku? Aku cuma bisa ketawa sinis dengernya. Emang kayaknya agak tolol dan bodoh untuk berantem sama sahabat kita gara – gara cowok/cewek. For sake, it’s all about emotional manipulation. Awalnya emang rasanya aku sedih, dalem.tapi lama – lama aku jadi baal, biasa aja, numb. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Jujur, apa yang gw jalani lebih sulit daripada itu. Bukan cuma sekedar suka sama orang, terus ninggalin temen gw, dsb2…Tapi keadaannya kalo bisa dideskripsikan itu begini.&lt;br /&gt;*Lo patah hati, tiba – tiba secara misterius, laki – laki ini datang ke dalam hiduplo yang mistis untuk kesekian kalinya.&lt;br /&gt;*Lo ngga cukup tolol untuk percaya lagi ama dia, but, atas nama persahabatan (yang dia bilang "friendshipforever" wtf) bertemanlah kami.&lt;br /&gt;*Beberapa saat kemudian, lo jadi deket banget sama temenlo yang tadinya cuma tempat curhatan colongan.&lt;br /&gt;*Terjalin jugalah persahabatan yang selalu memandang hidup penuh dengan tawa.&lt;br /&gt;*Saat itu semua kayak mimpi indah yang biking w, once in a life time, percaya adanya best friend (jujur selama ini gw selalu nganggep theres no such things like that)&lt;br /&gt;*Entah kenapa, sahabatlo selalu tertawa sama elo ini suka menunjukkan ketidak-sukaannya terhadap makhluk yang juga sahabat gw, awalnya gw wajar aja. Well, secara apa yang dia omongin emang udah tau and it’s all behind my head.&lt;br /&gt;*Sampai suatu hari tercetus kata2 jangan sampe gw ada apa2 sama tuh makhluk. Meledaklah gw. Dengan bilang kalo gw juga butuh dihargai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw g pernah minta dia untuk suka ama orang itu, gw juga selalu berusaha ngga cerita banyak tentang makhluk ke dia (karena ngga mau nyakitin dia) tapi gw selalu ngasih dia garis besarnya (I just don't want she miss a thing dan ngerasa gw stab her back), gw mencoba untuk ngerti (secara gw pernah di posisi dia) dia dengan mendengar segala ketidaksukaan dia (padahal gw sedih dengernya), kadang gw suka mikir masa sih dia ngga bisa menghargai dia? Gw juga masih sahabatan biasa sama makhluk itu, dang w sendiri maunya temenan aja. Tapi dengan sarkastiknya sahabat gw malah bilang gw FAKE UP dan BETRAYED dia. Sekarang gini. Gimana mau fake up kalo gw juga g nutupin apa – apa? Gimana mau betray kalo selama ini gw lebih kenal tuh cowok duluan daripada dia? Dan, jujur, awal gw deket sama sahabat gw (which is gw suka cerita ttg makhluk yang udah deket ama gw) dia ngga pernah cerita tentang kebenciannya pada makhluk itu. Mungkin lo yang pada baca mikir ini semua sebuah pembenaran. Tapi dengerin dulu akhirnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahabat gw akhirnya memuntahkan amarahnya itulah k gw, I push her to. Dan semua lemparan kotoran ke muka gw itu harusnya bikin gw sedih, marah, bt ama dia, malah bikin gw biasa aja. Kenapa gw bisa biasa aja? Awalnya gw pikir kuncinya ada di gw. Pilihan pertama, jauhi sahabatmu, kejar makhluk sampai dapat! Jelas NGGA! Pilihan kedua, jauhi makhluk dan lesbilah sama sahabatmu. Hem…kayaknya juga ngga. Ketiga, jauhi makhluk, berbahagialah bersahabat dengan temanmu itu, dan ngga akan pernah menemukan laki – laki yang bisa baca pikiranmu lagi (trust me he could).&lt;br /&gt;Tapi belakangan gw tau, kuncinya ngga ada di gw. Apa bisa gw ngilangin rasa sayang gw ke orang2 yang membantu gw bangun saat gw rasanya tertimbun tanah? Ngga, gw ngga bisa.Gw juga ngga bisa mutar waktu kan?&lt;br /&gt;Intinya, itu kunci ngga di gw. Jadi kenapa gw juga mesti nyalahin temen gw? Atau dengan tololnya nyalahin diri gw? Ini semua kan purely urusan dia sama orang itu. Kenapa jd gw yang ngerasa harm. Sakit itu kan kita yang buat.&lt;br /&gt;I just try to flow with the river. Nantinya gw tenggelam, well…it's my fate then. Gini nih, kayak yang dulu gw tulis. "Life unfair: love is a crime"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu yang bisa gw bilang buat sahabat gw, I just want u to know, I love you. The rest, take it like a crab. Thats wat I am, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punya masalah sama kayak gw? Just feel it, dont try to describe it, or think about it, cause even kahlil gibran couldnt give u such things just by reading his poem, why? U just have to feel it. Being honest, being sincere. Karena ketulusan itu cuma bisa dirasa, kalo dia ngga ngerasa, then, itu bukan lo yang payah, tapi dia yang mati rasa right? Bring the best of you ajalah. Gw juga ngga bt sama sahabat gw itu karena gw bisa ngerasain ketulusannya sayang sama gw. She just doesnt want me to get hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-8189668964309986285?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8189668964309986285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=8189668964309986285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/8189668964309986285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/8189668964309986285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-theres-choices-to-choose.html' title='when there&apos;s a choices to choose'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-116877862754290075</id><published>2007-01-14T19:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T19:43:47.566+07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE DO BROKEN HEART GOES???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Where do broken hearts goes??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;well, it goes no where but, big-swollen-eyes, dry-tears, dull-ugly-face, and bad-hair-day-everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Therapy of the broken heart goes somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;better, prettier, and most important thing u feel happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;How to do this therapy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy, breezy, beautiful, COVER girl. Hahaha, I mean its easy. Terapy ini works banget buat cewe yang putus dalam keadaan *I suppose to get better way of treating* atau *dia yang salah, I deserve better*  dan disertai dengan keadaan *coba kalo gw mau sabar, dia pasti berubah*. Nah, bagi yang ngga, mmm…mungkin suatu hari lo bakal butuh terapy ini.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Menangislah sepuas hatilo. Ngomong/curhat ama tembok klo semua org dah g mau dgrin 1000-jam-non-stop-hits cerita cintalo yang kandas ditengah jalan. PLEASE, Cuma 2 minggu aja, 24jam sehari gpp..kalo lo nyesel, jangan plin-plan. Biarin dia yang beggin u back!(kalo elo yg mutusin), kalo dia ngga kunjung *beggin u back* lakukan cara dibawah dengan memegang teguh *KALO JODOH NGGA KMANA, KALO NGGA JODOH NGGA AKAN KEMANA- MANA*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; minggu berikutnya, lo mesti merawat tubuhlo, dan spend quality time alone. With u and ur self. Boleh sih sama temen, tapi yg deket2 aja. They really know exactly how to treat u rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; keep on bussy. Klise tapi works! Jadi org yang berguna bagi org lain, boleh sibuk belajar, main, apa aja. Asal yang positif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; kalo cara2 diatas masih membuat lo terkadang berfikir *kenapa waktu itu dya g bgini/bgitu? Dia dulu ngga beneran sayang sama gw ya?*, nah mulailah membuat daftar list kejahatan mantanlo dari temen2nya. Emang kasar, tapi percaya deh, u really deserve better,, ini kalo yg diatas ngga works yah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; kembali ke *peredaran*, maksudnya, *ngEKSIS*, bukan clubbing ngga keruan, tapi mulai bergaul sama MANUSIA, ngga usah cari gebetan baru, dan kalo bisa bertemen sama orang2 baru, misal: temen kaka2lo, temennya temenlo, atau mungkin temen lamalo yang dah sedekade g ktemu, people change lho.. have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; kalo udah semuanya, lo siap beraksi kedunia nyata. Bahwa lo JOMBLO dan BAHAGIA. Oh ya, kalo lo jadi bikin list kejahatan dia, lo harus kembali cuci otak bahwa, dia Cuma manusia yang ngga sempurna, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CINTAILAH PENDOSA, BENCI DOSANYA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ngga baik non, nyimpen dendam Nyi Pelet..(lho??). Be sportive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SELALU INGET&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--- JODOH itu ada, ngga baik benci orang, tapi ngga baik juga terlalu ngarep…people change, dya atau kamu sendiri nantinya akan berubah, &lt;strong&gt;perubahan&lt;/strong&gt; ini yang bawa kalian deket lagi, atau jd temen aja, atau malah, jauh…nah, karena jodoh itu ada, makanya kamu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;JANGAN-JANGAN-JANGAN PENAH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, pergi keluar rumah (bgaul ke mall kek, kmana kek) dalam keadaan yang tida memadai (baca:ble-e, atau *NGGA BANGET*). Setiap keluar rumah &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HARUS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mesti kudu, ngaca di depan cermin, dan liat apakah dia-yang-di-depan-cermin adalah orang yang pantas mendapatkan perlakuan yang terbaik dari orang- orang disekitarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;INGET…DIA BISA ADA DI MANA AJA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Virus yang meRAJA-LELE dikepala kamu itu bisa ada dimana aja. Ngga mau kan kamu ketemu dalam keadaan *nge-LOMPROT* alias DESPERATE?? Mungkin sebenernya ngga, tapi dia bisa aja nilai begitu, makanya usahain selalu dalam keadaan riang dan beramai2 di tempat umum, selama terapy ini berlanjut. Nah, kalo kamu dah ketemu dia dan menunjukkan bahwa kamu OKE, dan CA-EM (bahasanya ratih banget..) pasti kamu bakal feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;THERAPY dapat dikatakan BERHASIL BILA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1.Kamu tambah *cantik* luar dalem&lt;br /&gt;2.kamu bisa memaafkan dosa2 dia ke kamu dan menerima daftar kejahatannya tadi dengan ikhlas, sayangilah dia yang pernah memberi kamu pelajaran dan kenangan. Bagaimanapun dia TEMAN. Mungkin kamu ngerasa dia pura- pura atau apapun, tapi saat itu kamu merasa lebih baik karena dia kan? Tanpa mereka yang ada di hidup kita, kita ngga akan jadi kita yang berharga detik ini.&lt;br /&gt;3.kamu SENENG SETELAH KETEMU DIA (untuk pertama kalinya setelah putus hubungan sama sekali), karena kamu tau kalo dia tau kalo kamu baik- baik aja. Tunjukin kalo kamu maafin dia, dan kalian bisa jadi temen yang selalu terus mengkoreksi diri utk jadi lebih baik. Kalo toh ngga, yah, setidaknya you looks good, great, dan &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;dia NYESEL dah nyia- nyiain kesempatan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-=SELAMAT MENCOBA=-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-116877862754290075?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116877862754290075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=116877862754290075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/116877862754290075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/116877862754290075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2007/01/where-do-broken-heart-goes.html' title='WHERE DO BROKEN HEART GOES???'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-116709486526822588</id><published>2006-12-26T07:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T08:01:05.280+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand nu LIFE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;senangnya daku..3hari ini rasanya saya hidup kembali, why so? karena hari sabtu dan minggu saya sibuk mengurus garage sale buku tahunan. Senangnya,,emang sok sibuk, tapi dengan begitu gw jadi ngga mikir yang aneh2 tentang patah hati. rasanya seneng banget, mana alhamdulillah sukses garagesale seadanya itu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Terus gw bener2 menikmati hidup dengan bersepeda..kenapa begitu? karena sering bolak- balik ke rumah ratih, gw jadi sering naik sepeda,hehehe...selain praktis, juga sehat lho. Tadinya pagi ini gw juga mau bersepeda ria, tapi sayang hujan melanda, jadi g jadi deh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tau ga sih, selama ini gw selalu capek sama hidup gw, putus asa, ngga tau  mau ke mana, terlalu banyak melihat 'kebun' orang, jadi bingung dan kehilangan jati diri gw. Ngeliat kakak cewe gw yang supel, gw sirik, ngeliat kakak cowo gw yang exist gw sirik, ngeliat sahabat gw punya segudang temen, gw sirik. Punya temen yang pinter dikit gw minder. bener2 ga oke bnaget deh gw. semua itu jadi bikin gw bingung mau menata hidup dari mana, tapi dengan beberapa waktu yang udah gw lewatin sendiri sama temen2 gw disekolah gw bener2 bersyukur. Mungkin gw g bertemen deket sama mereka yang eksis atau gaul, tapi gw seneng karena at least masa sma gw, gw habiskan sama temen2 gw itu. trus kayak melihat poergaulan kaka gw yg cowo, lalu kaka gw yg cewe JB, kadang gw juga pengan JB kayak dia, tapi satu yang selalu gw inget kalo udah mulai 'tarik urat' alias g mau kalah dari kakak gw yang cewe,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;dia 5 taun lebih tua dari gw, jadi ngga heran kalo dia &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LEBIH &lt;/span&gt;dari gw, temen2nya jelas bukan temen gw, mengingat jarak umur yang jauh. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;jadi kenapa juga gw mesti tarik urat. toh waktu gw masih 5 taun lagi...ya kan? well, pelajaran itu gw dapet dari mantan gue, nasehat yang selalu bikin gw mensyukuri apa yang dah gw punya. Nasehat yang bisa bikin hidup lebih mudah. Percaya deh sama gw, kalo &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;life is that easy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tapi lucunya, nasehat yang bikin hidup itu mudah didapatkan dari masa2 sulit, ya kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;misalkan gw, karena gw dapetin nasehat itu dari kehidupan cinta gw yg aga 'L' jd bisa disimpukan kalo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;love life is definitely harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-116709486526822588?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116709486526822588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=116709486526822588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/116709486526822588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/116709486526822588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2006/12/brand-nu-life.html' title='Brand nu LIFE!!'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-116584493233322413</id><published>2006-12-11T20:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T20:48:52.396+07:00</updated><title type='text'>SILENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SILENCE"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;lo mesti tau ya, yang namanya film taiwan 'silence' tuh sucks abis, membuat gue bertumpah air mata. Hix,hix...ngga banget. niatnya sih belajar matematika ama dinda, tapi malah jadi nonton ampe tamat. and u must know yah, kita banjir banda...huahua..dan ternyata nangisnya karena meratapi nasib masing2. kayaknya sedih aja, mupeng ngeliat tuh film, bisa mencintai tanpa harus menyakiti. Apa kita mesti tau kalo kita bakal mati kapan sehingga bisa lebih menjaga orang yang kita sayang?? Apa bener- bener mesti tau apa yang ada di masa datang dulu baru bisa melakukan yang terbaik di masa kini? Apa yang namanya penyesalan itu emang ngga bisa diperbaiki? Apa iya, penantian itu kadang ngga pernah akan dateng?? Huh, terlalu banyak teka- teki di muka bumi. Kalo aja mati bisa semudah di film. kalo aja bener ada kehidupan berikutnya macem reinkarnasi, mungkin Tuhan ngga akan menciptakan dunia dengan segala aturannya dan tanpa takdir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mungkin ada kalanya kita harus &lt;em&gt;*keep silence*&lt;/em&gt; dan mulai dengan bahasa tubuh dimana ngga ada salah paham dan yang ada cuma rasa percaya dan saling memiliki ya kayak Ronan Keating bilang &lt;strong&gt;"You say a best, when you say nothing at all"&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;kadang dengan pelukan, dengan tatapan mata dan ekspresi kita udah cukup untuk nunjukin apa yang kita rasa, tapi kadang kita lupa untuk melakukan hal kecil buat ngedapetin suatu yang besar karena terlalu sibuk sama hal besar yang sebenernya kecil which is at the end, kita ngga akan ngedapetin apa2 selain penyesalan dan pelajaran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kalo ada yang bisa jawab pertanyaan gw tentang "kenapa sih orang yang tadinya saling menyayangi cuma bisa menyakiti karena harga diri?",tulis di board ya, kali aja pendapatlo bisa jadi inspirasi gw, dan semua orang yang baca blog gw..huhuhu..btw, citra selamat ya, essay kamu bakal dimuat di majalah *wat ever u call it* yg raditya dhika itu *wat ever u spell his namelah*. ternyata dukungan gw ngga sia2 *lho?* haha,,slamat berjuang kawan, besok tukeran contekan ya..matematika nii...huhu..&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/18270471-116584493233322413?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116584493233322413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=116584493233322413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/116584493233322413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/116584493233322413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2006/12/silence.html' title='SILENCE'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-116562022175117847</id><published>2006-12-09T06:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T06:41:47.206+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahahihi...</title><content type='html'>sudah pada menyaksikan ketololan &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;garfield2&lt;/span&gt; blom?? you must know ya, tuh kucing menggemaskan skali loh...aduh jadi pengen punya kucing,,namun nasib lergi ngga memungkinkan gw. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;, hari ini hasi &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SABTU&lt;/span&gt; bahagia, karena gw udah selesai praktek (biarpun pelajaran aksol masih blum), dan hari ini libur, dan gw mau tidur leha2 seharian, dan yang paling membuat gw bahagia adalah, hari ini ada &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;TRY OUT&lt;/span&gt; biaDab yang pasti menguras tenaga dan sari2 kehidupan gw...hari rabu kmaren akhirnya kami bisa menyanyikan lagu &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ayo mama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dengan smangat loh...dan ujung2nya anak2 yang menyaksikan aksi panggung kami (macem judd, hesti, vibo dan beberapa lainnya) berkomentar soal gw yang *binal*..???wow! mereka kasar skali,,ngga papa, namanya juga tuntutan profesi, ya ngga? harus tetap smangat!&lt;br /&gt;Kelompok &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ampar2 pisang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tetep mendapat tepuk tangan paling heboh, ngga tau karena keren atau pada minta pisang yang dibagiin Donny,,hahah...serulah pokonya..&lt;br /&gt;gw lagi aga sensi ni,perkara lagi dapet, jadi blum niat menulis sesuatu yang PENTING di blog gw, maavkan ya..haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-116562022175117847?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116562022175117847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=116562022175117847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/116562022175117847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/116562022175117847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2006/12/hahahihi.html' title='Hahahihi...'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-116531066268705619</id><published>2006-12-05T15:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T16:24:23.043+07:00</updated><title type='text'>something you gatta know bout life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;well, baru- baru ini gw baru aja merasakan betapa manusia adalah makhluk yang sangat egois yang keseringan menyakiti sesamanya. Udah sekitar 3-4 minggu gw putus,, I'm back to jomblo's club pastinya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;ya, gw ngga nge-judge dia salah, jahat , atau apapun, tapi kmaren, trakhir ngomong sama dia udah berhasil menguras air mata gw lagi. Rasanya bener2  tak tertolong banget. Emang, nyokap gw udah terlalu ikut campur masalah putusnya gw. Gw juga ngga nyalahin dia karena bilang "kalo aku ngga nelp kmu, mama marah sama aku..". gw bener2 sedih, gila as temen aja ngga ada niat dia untuk nelp gw, smua karena nyokap. brarti omongan dia ke nyokap ttg dia msh syg gw, sia berusaha untuk berubah, smua cuma omong kosong.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; kalo toh bener, brarti gengsinya masih setinggi langit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;tadi malem, gw nyadar banget, ternyata &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hidup bukan cuma tentang laper ya makan, aus ya minum, ngantuk ya tidur&lt;/span&gt;, tapi semua lebih complicated dari pada itu. kenapa sih, kita mesti bohong untuk menyakiti satu sama lain? kenapa sih untuk saling menhargai dan saling berbagi begitu sulit? kenapa untuk menjaga perasaan orang yg kita sayang sangat susah? Kenapa sampe ada orang yang berpikiran &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;"dari pada gw disakitin lebih baik gw nyakitin duluan"&lt;/span&gt; perkara pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;satu jawaban yang paling masuk akal gw dpt dari kaka perempuan gw. Jawaban mentok dan desperate: karena dunia ini bukan surga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;dia bukan laki2 yang mengumbar mimpi dan kata2 'sayang'. tapi dia pernah bener2 (yg gw rasa) tulus. dia mau mudik, dia minta gw peluk, terus entah bagaimana dia bilang "aku sayang kamu", saking shock gw yang ber"hah?" dan dia ngulangin. waktu itu, yang gw rasa adalah "this guy need me and scared of lossing me". trus gw blg &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"kalo sayang sama aku, jangan jahat sama aku, jangan buat aku sedih."&lt;/span&gt; dan tadi malem gw inget itu semua, satu2nya moment dia blg "sayang" ke gw tanpa gw tanya dan tanpa rutinitas, dan liat, gw cuma bisa nangis sambil meringis2 kayak kambing ayan, ngga tau sedih apa epilepsi. gw jd wondering, ko bisa ya, kita saling sayang, tapi saling menyakiti. silly huh? thats life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Apapun yang sekarang udah gw pilih, adalah segala sesuatu yang terbaik yang bisa gw lakukan. ngga ada niat balas dendam, ngga ada niat untuk bikin dia ngemis gw balik, karena he's not that kid of guy anyway, untuk terakhir kali gw mau bilang kae dia "I LOVE YOU", dan biarkan perasaan ini hanya Tuhan, aku dan dia yang tau  exactly how it feels.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;It hurts, but somehow, it sweets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-116531066268705619?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116531066268705619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=116531066268705619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/116531066268705619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/116531066268705619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2006/12/something-you-gatta-know-bout-life.html' title='something you gatta know bout life...'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-116039833376858214</id><published>2006-10-09T19:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T19:52:13.796+07:00</updated><title type='text'>are you afraid of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;are you afraid of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;LIFE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;yah, kayaknya agak extreme ya, tapi namanya manusia pasti pernah punya rasa takut kan?baru- baru ini gw mearasakan hal tersebut, yaitu saya merasakan sangat takut. takut  merasakan 'sayang' dan takut 'kehilangan'. ujung- ujungnya malah 'lari dari kenyataan' dan 'kehilangan jatidiri'. pokonya beberapa minggu ini gw bener2 keilangan pegangan, bahkan &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;im act like someone else&lt;/span&gt;, yang bahkan gw sendiri ngga kenal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tapi kemaren entah bagaimana, mba halimah-pengasuh gw sejak bayi- bilang "orang kalo dibilang siap ngga siap,pasti ngga siapnya".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kalo dipikir2 iya jga ya, mau gw siap sayang sama org sekarang ke, mau ngga siap ke, semuanya pasti bakal terjadi, mau siap mati ke mau berani ke, semuanya bakal terjadi kalo emang udah saatnya kan? tapi emang ada bagusnya kalo kita punya bekal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lagian, gw selalu denger nasehat yang bunyinya gini &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*berani ngga mendekin umur, takut ngga manjangin umur*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Intinya apapun yang harus terjadi 'sesuai jadwalny' ya kita harus hadapin semuanya dengan berani, jangan takut gagal, karena semuanya kan terjadi karena memang sudah saatnya.kalo toh gagal,mungkin kita emang disuruh untuk berlatih menerima kegagalan sama yang bikin TAKDIR-mamak bapaknya apa?*halah!- alias destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So guys get ready to the next chapter of life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-116039833376858214?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116039833376858214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=116039833376858214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/116039833376858214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/116039833376858214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2006/10/are-you-afraid-of.html' title='are you afraid of...'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-116022557574103522</id><published>2006-10-07T19:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T19:52:55.766+07:00</updated><title type='text'>wat a tough day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;aduh..cape..hari ini aan marah, emang gw tau gw salah, dan menyebalkan. Malem ini dya gw sms g dibales. Singkat sih isinya..Cuma *maav* doang. Baru kemaren gw membulatkan hati untuk nothing to lose, tapi kalo keadaannya kayak gini kan g bisa gitu. Gini nih, perkara gw tau kalo Im starting to like him a lot. Makanya gw tau banget yesterday was the rite time to stop it. Tapi g bisa, i thought I could handle all this stuff, tapi ternyata belum bisa juga. Im so fuckin mess.. sumpah ya, dia tadi pergi gitu aja. Saying nothing, langsung pergi buber ama temennya dan Cuma bilang *nanti aku langsung ke mama*, dang w nanya dong *aku g ikut buber?*, dya jawab *ngga usah*, tenang, datar dan dalam. Waktu pergi aja dya ngga buka kaca, dya ngga nungguin gw masuk rumah. Ntah bagaimana gw reflex mewek. G kebayang kalo kita bener2 putus. Im gonna miss him so much. Tapi kalo emang hal itu harus terjadi ya sudah, toh itu udah jalanNya, mau gimana lagi. Mungkin nanti maleman gw akan menawarkan tawaran itu. Kali aja dia emang dah g tahan ama gw dan menantikan saat2 gw menawarkan pisah..ya kan?ya memang bener, gw itu kayak anak kecil, membosankan, gampang didapetin, tukang ngambek, dan banyak lagi kejelekan gw.. I just knew I deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-116022557574103522?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116022557574103522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=116022557574103522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/116022557574103522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/116022557574103522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2006/10/wat-tough-day.html' title='wat a tough day'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-116014790693020134</id><published>2006-10-06T21:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T22:18:26.973+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinda ultah</title><content type='html'>Cie2 temen gw yang bernama lengkap andrivani maulidinda hari ini berulang tahun yang ke 17 loh..dasar bodoh gw, kemaren niatnya bangun malem buat sms ngucapin selamat ke dia, tapi abis ngepost blog malah molor..maavkan din, btw aku doakan semoga kamu panjang umur,jadi anak yang solihah, mandiri, baik, cantik, sabar, pokoke wis u ol d besh lah!&lt;br /&gt;btw, si Agus masa mengkandidatkan gw untuk di kirim ke Jogja guna melakukan lomba FISIKA, FREAKS!! Pak Gun selamatkan saya dari cengkraman Agus, gela nih, gw kena jebakan BATMAN, huahua..mana pake acara seleksi dalem sekolah, kan itu sama aja dengan sengaja menjatuhkan harkat, martabat dan harga diri gw yang sudah tak bernilai ini. udah jelas ngga bisa malah dikandidatin. GELO SIA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-116014790693020134?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116014790693020134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=116014790693020134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/116014790693020134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/116014790693020134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2006/10/dinda-ultah.html' title='Dinda ultah'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-116007354318284282</id><published>2006-10-06T01:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T01:39:03.203+07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is mine, whats yours??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;KEmaren gw ulang taun, dan gw banyak berpikir, salah satunya adalah :umur saya yg bertambah pendek…huhuhu…senang sekaligus sedih dan bingung, klimaks bingungnya malam ini….&lt;br /&gt;Malem ini gw g bisa tidur dengan tenang mengingat apa yang tadi dah gw lakukan, mulai dari diskusi dan cenderung debat ama aan, ngabisin waktu berdua ama dia, pokoknya g tau kenapa rasanya g tenang. Kita cerita2 tentang pandangan hidup. Dari mulai HIDUP DIJALANIN DENGAN SANTAI sampe masalah NGABISIN WAKTU BARENG TEMEN ITU PENTING. Dya bilang *yang kamu suka jalan juga dong, biar kayak aku suka jalan- jalan* aku bilang *aku ngga tau kenapa, tapi aku ngga begitu suka hang out, mungkin didikan kali ya..* dya jawab *lah, papa kamu kan suka jalan2*. Nah itu dia masalahnya. Papaku selalu didik ak untuk hang out bareng keluarga. Keluarga itu nomor satu. Aku cerita ama aan kalo keluarga tuh segalanya…rasanya dengan punya keluargaku, semuanya dah lengkap. Ada tempat berbagi, tempat bertukar pikiran, tempat ngadu, tempat bersandar, dan yang paling penting adalah tempat untuk saling menasehati dan menghibur.&lt;br /&gt;Aan bilang *kalo sama temen kamu bisa melakukan hal2 gila!kamu ngga ngerti sih, nih ya, kamu g mungkin kan clubbing ama keluarga kamu…* awalnya aku aga bingung, iya juga ya, kenapa gw jadi family minded alias family complex banget, bukannya g suka berteman, tapi so much fun ama keluarga aja, dan ternyata setelah ditelaah di rumah, aku sadar. Karena aku punya garis yang disebut agama. Dan dengan punya keluargaku aku dah sangat bersyukur. Well, mereka g mungkin menjerumuskan aku ke arah yang lebih buruk kan? Dan aku g menemukan hiburan hati –kalo ada masalah sekolah atau temen atau keduniaan lain-  yang bisa lebih menenangkan dari pada dari keluarga yang bunyinya selalu sama *toh kalo g ngerjain PR Allah g marah*, atau, *g ngerti fisika juga g ditanya di akhirat*.atau *usaha itu penting, tapi kita mesti pasrah*&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini kita cukup byk diskusi  masalah agama, ini-itu ini-itu… percaya ngga percaya, yang namanya agama itu mudah. Cuma tinggal ikutin apa kata Quran ama hadist, gimana kalo kata orang hal yang kita lakukan itu salah? Well, agama urusan lo ama tuhan gitu, lagian selama kita tau dasar perintahNya, kenapa mesti takut salah?toh hukumnya ada kan?? Bukannya sok ngerti agama, aku juga masih bandel ko. Masih suka mencari kesenangan dunia biarpun bener kata Allah *di dunia Cuma ada kesenangan yang menipu*. Senengnya Cuma sesaat.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tau, yang namanya pacaran ngga ada yang haq, isinya dosa doang, but its fun, makanya kayak sekarang aku jadian juga aku tau kalo aku salah. Tapi kalo aku putus, aku takut kalo nanti hubunganku g baik lagi ama aan, aku takut  ini-itu,bnyaklah alesannya, tapi malem ini aku sadar, selama kita punya niat baik, pasti keadaan g akan jadi lebih buruk. Aku selalu dapet nasehat dari pap, aku lupa itu dari surat apa ayat berapa, tapi isinya gini *kalau kita membela agama Allah, Allah juga pasti membela kita*dan itu bener banget. Intinya selama kita percaya itu benar, ngga akan ada yang bisa menggoyahkan hati, yang namanya keyakinan emang dari hati, dan itu bukan atas kendali kita, tapi kendali Yang di atas, dan &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ngga ada satu orang pun yang bisa merubah keyakinan, atau bilang ini bener atau salah&lt;/span&gt;, ya kan? Ya mungkin apa yang aku bilang di atas juga g bisa diterima atau diyakini semua orang, mungkin bagi sebagian orang, apa yang aku tulis ini salah, tapi bagi aku ini adalah kekuatan hidup. Apa sih yang kita cari di dunia, kalo toh ujungnya mati- mati juga? Selain berusaha sebaik2nya memegang teguh agama dan kepercayaan kita  masing- masing untuk nantinya dipertanggung jawabkan di *sana*?dan aku sekarang sadar, untuk membina suatu hubungan, ternyata samanya perasaan itu g cukup, misalkan *sama2 sayang* atau *sama2 punya rasa percaya* satu sama lain, tapi samanya keyakinan juga penting.&lt;br /&gt;Aku sayang banget sama Si KEBO itu, bersyukur bisa kenal dia. tapi, aku lebih sayang diriku, dan lebih bersyukur lagi karena punya keyakinan yang udah diberikan sama Tuhan, kalo toh jodoh, g akan kemana kan? Kalo kita pasrah sama Tuhan, pasti dikasih yang paling tepat, asal nurut kan gampang, toh yang punya skenario Dia, kenapa bingung? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Entah kenapa, aku ngerasa agama atau keyakinan itu kayak kopi. Wanginya enak, rasanya emang kadang pait, buat orang yang udah g suka dari awal pasti ga akan mau lagi, tapi bagi yang penasaran nantinya pasti menemukan jenis dan rasa yang tepat shg bisa dinikmati dan membuat kita tenang, Cuma kalo berlebihan emang ngga baik. Jadi..&lt;br /&gt; wanginya enak = ujungnya surga,&lt;br /&gt;rasanya kadang pait  = jalaninnya emang g gampang,&lt;br /&gt;yang g suka = pasti ada aja orang yang g percaya,&lt;br /&gt; yang suka = mereka yang menjalani akhirnya bisa bersyukur dan hidupnya tenang, berlebih g baik = misalkan di Islam, hukum kan adanya di quran ama di hadist, kalo ngejalaninnya dilebih2kan dari 2 itu atau yg g ada di-ada2-in, itu juga g baik.&lt;br /&gt;Apapun itu, *bagiku agamaku, dan bagimulah agamamu*. Jadi apapun agama kita, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;apapun keyakinan kita, yang menciptakan pasti sama, dan toleransi itu udah cukup.&lt;/span&gt; Kita semua punya hak untuk memilih keyakinan, tapi kita g punya hak untuk nentuin mana yang benar dan yang salah kan???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-116007354318284282?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116007354318284282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=116007354318284282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/116007354318284282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/116007354318284282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-mine-whats-yours.html' title='this is mine, whats yours??'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-115986381226335113</id><published>2006-10-03T15:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T15:23:32.276+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hari yang melelahkan</title><content type='html'>Duh, gw bener2 ngga tau deh, kepla ini rasanya mau pecah setelah mengerjakan ulangan2 laknat tadi di skulah…lusa ulangan kimia maning…mana besok saya bertambah tua. Ngga asik banget. Bimbi lagi dalam dilemma nih –deelah- ya gtu deh, coba bisa crita secara terbuka dan vulgar disini pasti enak, Cuma ngga bisa. Biasa masalah si kebo bermata kodok dan dengan cara berjalan seperti bebek. Bisa digantung gw ama baba gw perkara dia, tapi gw sayang, tapi emang gw salah. HUAAAA saya benar2 anak yang bidab. Huu..hu..hix..what should I do? How could this happen to me? Kayaknya gw emang mesti berenti sekarang deh.&lt;br /&gt;Yah, terserahlah. Capek nih.. mm,,crita apa lagi ya? Tadi gw ulangan sejarah, dan untungnya dulu2 selama pelajaran  sejarah instead of nyatet gw tidur,, dan ternyata bener aja, catetan dia yang segambreng –sanking banyaknya kalo disatuin bisa jadi kitab agama baru kali- itu ngga ada yang keluar. Cuma 1 pertanyaan doing yg jwbannya ad di catetan. Ngaco banget tuh guru. Mna makin hari makin mirip fosil, gtu tuh azab guru sejarah yang membosankan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-115986381226335113?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115986381226335113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=115986381226335113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/115986381226335113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/115986381226335113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2006/10/hari-yang-melelahkan.html' title='hari yang melelahkan'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-115962938252054934</id><published>2006-09-30T21:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T22:16:22.540+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Akibat berkonsentrasi penuh kerjaan rumah tangga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;taukah anda, bahwa melakukan pekerjaan rumah tangga memerlukan konsentrasi tinggi sehingga tingkat konsentrasi pada hal lain cenderung menurun?? misalkan gw, terlalu bersemangat menyetrika sampai2 terjadi kekerasan berumah tangga dimana tangan kanan gw lonyot akibat tersundut setrikaan,dan mengakibatkan bagian tubuh gw yang paling mulus sudah tak mulus lagi. hix. trus tadi gw diceritain ama tante gw. Jadi bgini,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Setting: pagi2 di dalam rumah tante gw ini sedang mengepel lantai, dan di depan pager rumahnya dah bercokol anak tetangga yg emang udah lengket bgt ama keluarga tante gw. namanya Adel, cowo, masih kelas 1 sd gtu.dya mau pamer ability gtu..berteriaklah dia dari luar pager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*adel: Te is, adel uta bsca k tcekulah ndiyi, g ucih dyantey- antey ante dtong---Te Lis, adel udah bisa ke sekolah sendiri, g usah di anter2in tante dong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;*Tanteyangkonsenngepel:iya ya?coba..--tante gw ngerespon as if mau ngetes, padahal g denger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;*adel:ko tcobha?apanyah?adtel tah bica te cekulah ndiriy..---ko coba?apanya?adel dah bisa ke sekolah sendiri...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;*Tanteyangkonsenngepel:iya..Coba..--masi g konek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;*adel:ko tcobha?Te yis gmana cih?apanya yang tcoba?mang tadiy adel kenapa,coba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;*Tanteyangkonsenngepel:*HENING*--masi serius ngepel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;*adel:adel uta bsca k tcekulah ndiyi,Te..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;*Tanteyangkonsenngepel:masa?coba..--masih tulalit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;*TantenyaAdel: Duh, Uni nih. masa anak org disuruh triak2, ngga di gubris lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;*Tanteyangkonsenngepel:*kluar rumah* emang tadi asel bisa apa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;*Adel:adel tah bica ke ckulah ndiyi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;*Tanteyangkonsenngepel:oh..--krikrikrik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;bgitulah critanya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kira2 efek samping dari pekerjaan rumah tangga adalah kurangnya daya tangkap pendengaran dan pikiran, serta tidak synkronnya kerja otak serta mulut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-115962938252054934?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115962938252054934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=115962938252054934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/115962938252054934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/115962938252054934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2006/09/akibat-berkonsentrasi-penuh-kerjaan.html' title='Akibat berkonsentrasi penuh kerjaan rumah tangga'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-115957822873056509</id><published>2006-09-30T07:34:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T08:32:12.790+07:00</updated><title type='text'>cerita lucu di hari- hari madeshu..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Pertama- tama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;saya ingin mengucapkan SELAMAT untuk teman saya CITRA RUTHIA yang akan menulis essay setelah diajak oleh RADITH -Kambing Jantan-. Ingat Cit, jadikan aku inspirasimu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;jadi begini,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nampaknya anak- anak yang telah berhasil terdampar di XII ipa 2 sudah mencapai tingkatan stres jenuh yang cukup tinggi. well, mengingat minggu depan dah ulangan harian pelajaran2 terkutuk -ipa terutama-, sehingga kita juga memulai aksi- aksi yang ngga keruan. Sebagai contoh gw yang mulai mabok pengen ikutan pemotretan majalah &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YASIN,&lt;/span&gt; busset,,kaga pernah ngimpi kanlo masuk majalah yang bergengsi, buktinya model yang ada di covernya ngga senyum&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;gengsi kan tuh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hhoho,kan mulai ngegaring dengan kehampaan nih gw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Blum lagi Si Aan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kebo bunting yang sampai detik ini masih berstatus &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;piaraan gw&lt;/span&gt; makin menyebalkan. huaaa...kenapa sih gw g bisa punya cowo yg bener, secara dya cowo pertama gw, dan kayakny gara2 dya bisa2 gw kapok getun ama yang namanya relationship.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;, beberapa hari ini nama gw eksis lho di dunia perblog-an, biarpun jarang mengupdate, karena ketidak sopanan telkomnet-mau pasang bignet ah!- yang membuat karir gw terhambat di dunia cyber-halah!- namun, nama gw disebut2 dibeberapa tempat, seperti di blognya hesti, ataupun di blognya citra, well, gw tau gw memang meng-inspired banyak orang.besok- besok lo mesti pada bayar loyalty ke gw!huehuehue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;oh ya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; kemaren teman2 saya banyak yang berulang tahun lho, ada ratih, ada Indah, dan ada juga yang berada di sebrang lautan, wish u all the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;eh, beberapa minggu lalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kaka gw memutar film AAC, pasti tau dong film yang pemainnya almost exactly the same sama eiffel im in love..jadi bgini, gw g tahan banget melihat Bang Sam memakai rambut panjang sebahunya itu dan mengibas2kannya waktu keluar dari kolam renang. bener- bener kaya jelmaan makhluk2 penunggu Taman Lawang. u must see deh. dan perlu dicatat, kayaknya tuh film terlalu fokus ke sponsor daripada ke makna cerita. karena yang gw dapet cuma 3 hal&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OST g gagal, royal aka borju (dgn kesemua mobil2 mewahnya), ama ciuman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pleasee..cape deh..hua..udah selesai yah filmnya?(clingak,clinguk.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;huh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;minggu ini gw jadi siluman sapi ala nobita banget. masa sampe kelas taro tas, dan taro kepala gw diatasnya dan langsung tertidur lelap. bangunnya juga bisa cepet, tapi ganti pelajaran bgitu lagi.pulang sekolah juga masih..aja balas dendam. tidur ampe maghrib. rusak nih, kayaknya otak gw lagi ngerror. mungkin karena hari rabu gw bakal beranjak dewasa(bhs alusnya TUA), 17thn, sehingga otak gw g bisa menerima kenyataan pahit itu. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY GOD?!WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;yaudahlah yah, wish u all got ur own happy ending.. cya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-115957822873056509?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115957822873056509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=115957822873056509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/115957822873056509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/115957822873056509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2006/09/cerita-lucu-di-hari-hari-madeshu_30.html' title='cerita lucu di hari- hari madeshu..'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-115858950708184296</id><published>2006-09-18T21:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T08:55:49.446+07:00</updated><title type='text'>lets talk it over, how to OVER it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;rasa-rasanya memang susah kalo kita sayang sama orang tapi cuma kita yang berusaha untuk menjadikan semuanya "baik- baik saja". emang yang namanya perasaan harus tulus, tapi pasti harapan untuk diperlakukan baik juga ada kan? aku g minta untuk diperlakukan istimewa bak putri raja ---halah!---- tapi kenapa sih dapetin sesuatu yang udah jadi hak aja kayaknya susah?sial, gw diwarnet lagi...mba anggie menanti di mobil...kapan2 lanjut ya.. btw, dimasa datang gw mau bikin film berjudul &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;petualangan Dimpi dan Garpu Tala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;inspired by Dimpi.. peace..critanya panjang..bsk aja yah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-115858950708184296?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115858950708184296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=115858950708184296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/115858950708184296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/115858950708184296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2006/09/lets-talk-it-over-how-to-over-it.html' title='lets talk it over, how to OVER it..'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-115321474915168163</id><published>2006-07-18T16:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T16:25:49.170+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;for these three days, I just realize that every relationship is hard. kadang kita sama orang yang kita sayang, tapi kdang kita juga mau dya berubah untuk jadi lbh baik. tapi dya bilang kalo itu ngga "apa adanya". trus ada juga yang saling sayang, tapi g direstuin orang tua. Dan ada juga yang takut sayang sama cowoknya karena tau di depan sana terlalu banyak yang harus di hadepin.. what a life. mungkin bener kali ya, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;love is about letting go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;huh..ngga ngerti deh gw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-115321474915168163?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115321474915168163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=115321474915168163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/115321474915168163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/115321474915168163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2006/07/relationship.html' title='Relationship'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-115145253977581209</id><published>2006-06-28T06:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T06:55:39.793+07:00</updated><title type='text'>When life becomes unfair: Love is a CRIME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;If I said, you lose some then you get some, is it the same meaning of  if you get some happiness  then you hurts someone happiness? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apa iya, saat kita mencintai seseorang berarti kita udah melukai seseorang. Tapi saat kita berhenti mencintai seseorang berarti kita juga menyakiti orang lain kan? What is love? Is love meaning hurting? Coz all I know, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;loving mean learning,not hurting.&lt;/span&gt; And when you &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;stop feeling pain, that's when you stop feeling glad, happy, stop feeling L.O.V.E. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;right?&lt;/span&gt; Is it wrong to love and to be loved even though you don't know where is it going? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is it a sin, when you just know how to love but you just &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CAN'T "let it flows"?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Love is a journey; we feel the pain, the happiness, tears, laugh, fall, stand, move, run, walk, breath, live, death.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just believe that love is something you walk on, you'll never stop till it's done, till the end of it. Won't it be wrong if I let go something that don't want to go and I don't want it go too? Coz I really don't want it go, but I don't wanna hurt it if that day come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cape'… I swear, I never &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;looking for a FUN, I'm just looking for happiness&lt;/span&gt;, someone to turn to, someone to lay my head on his shoulder when I get tired, someone to listen to me, to get my feet back on the ground, to catch me if I fall. But if all I do is wrong, then, &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I'd better be alone&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe that will be a good decision for all of US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-115145253977581209?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115145253977581209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=115145253977581209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/115145253977581209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/115145253977581209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-life-becomes-unfair-love-is-crime.html' title='When life becomes unfair: Love is a CRIME!'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-115131001176651554</id><published>2006-06-26T15:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T15:20:11.790+07:00</updated><title type='text'>letting go..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;judulnya klise ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Letting GO".&lt;/span&gt; For somepeople it's a hard things to do. For me it's the hardest thing to do. karena so far, semua orang berubah dan pergi gitu aja...temen,pacar,guru,kadang keluarga, SAHABATlo, siapapun yang lo rasa menjauh dan kadang menghilang. Sakit rasanya kalo lo ngga tau kabar dya, lebih sakit lagi untuk tau kalo dia fine- fine aja, tapi g ngasih kabar. After all yang udah lo lewatin sama dya. They just think it's an ordinary thing to to, to share, but for us, its a heaven, something u cant do it with anyone else, something you cannot share with the world, somethin you cannot get in the &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;REAL WORLD&lt;/span&gt;. but this is life.&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; nothing in the  real life is true&lt;/span&gt;. Ironic emang..but it's real. so bagi orang- orang diluar sana yang sedang belajar bagaimana untuk membiarkan sesuatu passing your life, well.. let someone stuck in. you lose some, u got some. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Every end is always happy, if it's not. Then it's not an end&lt;/span&gt;. Ada kenalanku yang bilang 'bola itu bundar'.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Hidup kita, perasaan kita, hati kita, semua itu 'bundar' dan berputar&lt;/span&gt;. Anggeplah kita lagi main bola..mungkin kita kalah di 15 menit pertama, tapi siapa yang tahu apa yang ad di ujung permainan? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It is life, it is a game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-115131001176651554?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115131001176651554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=115131001176651554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/115131001176651554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/115131001176651554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2006/06/letting-go.html' title='letting go..'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-115080080920471121</id><published>2006-06-20T17:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T17:53:29.223+07:00</updated><title type='text'>shield for yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;ngga tau kenapa, gw takut..banget untuk sayang ama orang...gw bisa bilang sayang, tapi jujur di dalam hati gw, gw nanya diri gw sendiri, "i meant it or not?",, apa itu cuma sekedar kata- kata penenang?gw takut, karena gw tau, gw g akan 'kmana- mana'. gw bilang ke dia "kalo kita g slg syg, sekarang kta pasti g ngejalanin apa2" tapi apa sekarang gw sedang menjalani sesuatu? atau gw emang ngga ngejalanin apa2? istilahnya kita berdua udah naik mobil, dia udah nyalain mesin, tapi gw masih ngga mau mobil itu jalan. karena gw tau..kalo mobil itu ngga akan jalan jauh... jadi mesti gmana dng??dengan bonyok yang gitu, gw yang gini. Oh man,,belum lagi gw ngerasa udah jadi orang jahat banget. gw udah benci sama sesuatu yang ngga seharusnya ngga gw benci..gw marah dan lari dari kenyataan yang ada di depan muka gw. gw ngerasa jahaat..banget...dia ngga salah apa- apa, tapi gw g bisa nerima dia. bingung deh pkoknya..kayaknya liburan ini masih jauh dari kata- kata 'senang- senang'....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-115080080920471121?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115080080920471121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=115080080920471121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/115080080920471121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/115080080920471121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2006/06/shield-for-yourself.html' title='shield for yourself'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-115045475609989099</id><published>2006-06-16T17:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T17:45:56.116+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dibalik kebetean yang kemaren</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;lelaki yang gw suka ngga ngabar2in gw seharian. tiba2 selesai gw berchating dgn aya dan selesai menulis blog, gw dpt kabar dari temen gw kalo lelaki itu mau pergi hari ini. dan gw gak tau at all. tambah bete ngga ruh??tapi ternyata dya ama temen gw itu mau dateng ke rumah. Lalu jam 9an gtu datanglah mereka. abis ngemeng2 ampe cape...seusai ecuador vs. costa rca, mereka hendak pulang. dan wkt gw anterin keluar, entah gimana kita jadi ngemeng2, and dya bilang dya sayang gw. well kira2 gtu versi cepatnya. berhubung gw ngga berpengalaman, jadi pas dya tanya gwnya gmana, gw jawab aja "ya, di jalanin aja" pkoknya gtu2 ampe dya pulang akhirnya. hari ini dya ngsms haheho..seneng, tapi ngerasa aneh. tapi bingung. ya udahlah yah...gak ngerti deh, dasar gw norak+ kampungan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-115045475609989099?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115045475609989099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>heppi day has pass...</title><content type='html'>Hua..baru kmaren gw seneng sekarang gw BT,,cma perkara cowo yg gue suka ternyata tipe 'cuek-cuek banged'..yasudah lah yah..bsk masih mesti praktek si Ellys maning..Duh!ngga ada yah yang lebih suneh dari tuh guru. ngasi tugas byk banget,jadi kelimpungan ngoreksi..bodoh..udah ah malas membahas skulah yang makin nyuneh,lagian bsk trakhir ujian..&lt;br /&gt;smoga liburan ini bisa jadi lebih baik..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-115037347609698979?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115037347609698979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=115037347609698979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/115037347609698979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/115037347609698979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2006/06/heppi-day-has-pass.html' title='heppi day has pass...'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-114941833411344250</id><published>2006-06-04T17:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T17:52:14.140+07:00</updated><title type='text'>somuch for my heppi endings...</title><content type='html'>hahaha, lelahnya rasanya besok gw tinggal mengantarkan nyawa ajah..muga2 ulangan gw semuanya berjalan bae..AMIENN...pokonya gw gi seneng tapi nanti ajah gw critanya,,well,,slamat tingga 'si lucu',,hehehe, tapi gimanapun dya tetap lucu..---&gt;apa sii??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-114941833411344250?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/114941833411344250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=114941833411344250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/114941833411344250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/114941833411344250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2006/06/somuch-for-my-heppi-endings.html' title='somuch for my heppi endings...'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-114877899726105890</id><published>2006-05-28T08:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T08:16:37.283+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When you just won't let them go…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Ada awal kita berjumpa dan mulai saling mengenal hingga akhirnya kita akan berpisah."Kira- kira itulah fase- fase kehidupan kita sebagai makhluk sosial. Mungkin awal kita saling mengeal satu sama lain sulit, tapi begitu udah deket, kenal, rasanya kita udah jadi 'satu'. Tapi kata 'satu' itu ngga akan pernah ada, karena kita punya keegoisan sendiri- sendiri. Karena bgitu kita jadi susah untuk ngelepas sesuatu yang ngga gampang juga kita dapetin. Mungkin itu tantangan, mungkin itu pelajaran, tapi mungkin juga itu cerminan. Ngga tau yang mana yang paling pas, tapi yang jelas itulah jalan hidup. Roda terus berputar,, mungkin selama masih punya banyak orang di sekitar kita, kita terlalu sibuk mengenal mereka, jadi waktu kita ditinggal sendirian, kita jadi punya waktu untuk ngenal diri kita sendiri. Ngga sedikit orang yang merasa ngga punya kelebihan, dan yang lain Cuma bisa bilang kalo 'smua org punya plus-minus kali…' klise, tapi itu bener,coz tergantung dari mana kita memandangnya. Dan yang paling penting, seberapa besar kita menghargai diri kita. Beberapa hari ini gw bljar banyak banget. Di PIM II, gw ktemu banyak orang 'aneh'. Ada yang pake sweater gede+celana braycut kotak2 kyk u/ golf+topi goofy+ sepatu yang talinya selen,, and ada byk juga yang lebih aneh. Tapi gue ngeliat mereka fun-fun aja dengan berpasang2 mata natap 'aneh' k mereka ---termasuk gue. Intinya, they just enjoy their life. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Something that makes people tough isn't love, isn't their pride, but what they believe.&lt;/span&gt; Manusia ngga akan ada harganya kalau mereka ngga meyakini apa yang mereka percaya. kayak rahasia kecil antara kita dan diri kita, sesuatu yang bikin kita bisa lebih mencintai dan menghargai diri kita sendiri. Sama halnya kayak kita sama sahabat kita, selama kita punya rahasia dia dan sebaliknya,kita pasti lebih ati2 dan lebih saling menghargai, tanpa harus mengumbar 'tali' apa yang bikin kita begitu deket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The point is, every each of us must have a believe, and that's the one thing that you shouldn’t let it go, maybe friends, lover, family, love, sad, everything just pass us by and you should let them go, but not your believe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love yourself&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Caranya? Lakuin aja yang bikin lo seneng!kayak gue, ngegrab foto 'si lucu'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e180/hilariousgoldfish/gnecopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; n jalan sama Judd n Hesti,,so much fun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e180/hilariousgoldfish/NgaNga266.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-114877899726105890?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/114877899726105890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=114877899726105890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/114877899726105890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/114877899726105890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-you-just-wont-let-them-go-ada.html' title=''/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-114770160773251351</id><published>2006-05-15T20:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T21:00:07.746+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Aku pernah mencintai sesuatu yang begitu dalam, satu persatu dari mereka menghilang, hingga yang tersisa hanya kami berdua. Kusandarkan kepalaku di pundaknya berbagi dan berjanji selalu bersama untuk waktu yang cukup lama, namun belum berapa lama, matanya mengatakan bahwa ia tidak bisa tinggal lebih lama lagi bahkan sedetik pun. Aku mengemis untuk waktunya, ia mencoba untuk tinggal. Betapa tenangnya aku, namun setelah itu yang aku rasakan bukan kebahagiaan, hanya rasa berdosaku, kulihat penderitaan diwajahnya, semua pertanyaan yang tak sanggup kujawab di hatinya menyaat hatiku. Dan aku sadar, sakit karena ditinggal orang yang dicintai dengan melihat kebahagiaannya lebih baik dari rasa berdosaku dengan melihat kehancuran hatinya di depanku. Mungkin memang baik mencintai sesuatu sepenuh hati, tapi, begitu mereka pergi, takkan ada yang tersisa. Mengapa untuk mencintai sesuatu kita butuh alasan? Kenapa untuk mempertahankan sesuatu kita butuh alasan? Kenapa untuk ikut berubah kita juga butuh alasan? Semua orang memang datang dan pergi, tapi kenapa sewaktu mereka pergi, mereka mau aku tetap tinggal, dan aku juga tau kalau semua hal pasti berubah, tapi kenapa mereka tak mengijinkan aku untuk ikut berubah? Apa aku harus jadi orang yang selalu ditinggal? Apa aku harus menghabiskan masa mudaku dengan bertanya- Tanya? Atau aku harus lakukan apa yang aku mau? Atau bahkan aku harus menghabiskannya untuk mencari jawaban dari pertanyaan- pertanyaanku?&lt;br /&gt;Aku ngga menyalahkan dia, aku mungkin juga memperlakukannya kayak robot, aku suruh mendengarkan, tapi ngga aku dengarkan. Kenapa semuanya pergi untuk mencari  kebahagiaan? Apa aku juga harus pergi untuk mencari kebahagiaanku? Atau aku harus tinggal, hingga kebahagiaanku datang? Dan mungkin akan datang seseorang yang menjadikan aku kebahagiaannya, dan kalau orang itu datang, apakah ia akan menjadi kebahagiaanku, atau menjadi piluku? Nampaknya pertanyaan menjadi seuatu rantai kehidupan yang penuh dengan kemungkinan, jadi aku harus apa? Kalau toh pergi, aku harus cari kebahagiaan kemana? Apa semua janji hanya diciptakan sebagai mimpi? Dan apakah mimpi hanya menjadi bayangan kehidupan yang takkan jadi nyata? Apa benar janji dibuat untuk diingkari, apa cinta memang selalu dari satu pihak? Atau pihak lain mencintai, tapi tak sebesar yang kita rasakan? Apakah menyakiti dan disakiti satu kata kunci dari cinta? Jika hal itu benar, maka tak heran manusia akan membunuh satu sama lain nantinya. Wajah- wajah menderita, tangisan hati yang tak henti, ratapan nasib yang selalu terdengar mendengung menembus dinding jutaan pasang telinga. Aku sungguh sadar kalau sendiri lebih baik dari perasaan kesendirian. No one to hold, nothing to proud, no place to hide or run. Just in a small box with all the sadness and loneliness…&lt;br /&gt;Aku baru sadar, hanya dia tempat bersandarku, tak ada teman yang lain, tak ada tempat yang lain, tak ada hati yang lain. Aku mengerti mengapa kita harus memiliki banyak wadah untuk tempat berbagi, karena manusia kadang membutuhkan sesuatu yang dapat digenggam dan dihempas begitu saja, karena takkan ada yang tersakiti, namun semua orang selalu menginginkan suatu tempat yang dapat selalu menggenggam dan takkan menghempas. Suatu tempat yang selalu dapat kita temukan kemanapun kita pergi. Sekali dalam hidupku kutemukan tempat itu, tapi, sekarangpun aku tak dapat menemukannya, sekalipun kutemukan, tempat itu telah menjadi tempat yang lain, bukan tempatku lagi. Bukan rumahku lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-114770160773251351?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/114770160773251351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=114770160773251351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/114770160773251351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/114770160773251351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2006/05/aku-pernah-mencintai-sesuatu-yang.html' title=''/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-114731466780076093</id><published>2006-05-11T09:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T09:31:28.470+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sudah lama tak isi blog..betenya...kompi gw rusak, hp gw rusak, semua aja rusak. Eh, gw mau tanya dong, gimana caranya ngelupain orang yang ngga mau kita suka? padahal tanpa kita sadarin kita mulai suka. Bingung ngga lo? Btw, salah ngga sih suka sama anak yang lebih kcil??ko rasanya kayak pedophil yah??hixhixhix...ya sudahlah..gue di perpus nih ngga modal, ntar kapan2 isi lagi, coz norton gw expaired.hixhix, derita banget si gwa..&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/18270471-114731466780076093?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/114731466780076093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=114731466780076093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/114731466780076093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/114731466780076093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2006/05/hahaha.html' title='hahaha'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-114516413485564251</id><published>2006-04-16T11:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T12:08:54.860+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abis Brobadz neh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gela..gw tadi pagi- pagi dah ke kemayoran. Nemenin nyokap brobat sekalian gw juga brobat. nampaknya gue ada kesalahan di bagian kepala gue. kata tante yang ngobatin, gw kebanyakan mikir, jadi aga crowded gtu..ksian banget CPU gw, katanya sih di'dalam' sana panas banged gtu, padahal bagain badan gw yang lain dingin..&lt;br /&gt;Btw, gw masih bete sama cowok, kata Om Richard--Om yang ngobatin nyokap juga--- gue jangan sampe jadi dingin gara- gara cape berharap. Bisa- bisa ngga suka cowok ataupun cewek--uwa!! emang sih, kata dia juga, cowok itu bisa ngelakuin hal- hal yang cewek ngga bisa. Gw juga setuju! coba gue kasih contoh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. Cowok itu tukang gombal! cewek kan jarang yang bisa gombal.&lt;br /&gt;2. Cowok itu yang paling bisa ngilang tiba2 entah kemana&lt;br /&gt;3. Cowok juga ngga bisa dipegang janjinya. kayak yang dulu pernah gue bilang, kita emang ngga bisa percaya sama siapapun.&lt;br /&gt;4. Cowok bisa aja tiba- tiba act as if ngga ada 'apa- apa' ih, itu sambungan dari penyakit gombalnya.&lt;br /&gt;5. cowok itu perasaannya juga bisa berubah 180 derajat dalam waktu sepersekian detik.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, cowok itu paling bisa pake alesan "karena gue cowok". jadi dia bisa aja ngga mutusin ceweknya, atau sok lapang dada kalo ditolak cewek!iuh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the point is..kelebihan mereka adalah nyusahin hidup kaum hawa, tapi dasar kita juga jadi cewek mau aja disusahin. bingung gue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;oh ya, kayaknya wkt itu gw belum nulis diblog, ttg ini: ngga tau kenapa, gw ngerasa kadang cewek itu kayak boneka yang dari kaca. Ngga semuanya keliatan bagus, tapi keliatannya elegan, arogan, dingin, gampang ketebak tapi rumit, dan yang jelas aslinya rapuh. kalo cinta---halah! sotoy deh---kayak matahari yang baru terbit. yang silaunya ngga ketulungan. kalo diliat lama bikin sakit, begitu kita ngalihin ke tempat lain, bayangannya tetep keliatan, sekalipun kita merem pasti ada sisanya. Nah, kalo diliat sesekali, bikin penasaran, tetep bisa keliatan indahnya, dan ngga nyakitin penglihatan. Cuma kalo kita milih untuk ngga ngeliat sama sekali, kita pasti nyesel karena ngga tau indahnya, ngelewatin moment yang bener2 bikin seneng sepanjang hari.&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/18270471-114516413485564251?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/114516413485564251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=114516413485564251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/114516413485564251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/114516413485564251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2006/04/abis-brobadz-neh_16.html' title='Abis Brobadz neh!'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-114505976061049442</id><published>2006-04-15T06:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T07:39:02.943+07:00</updated><title type='text'>manusia anti-sosial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gue percaya kalo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;semua orang pasti butuh orang lain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;untuk ngejalanin hidupnya. tapi kenapa ya, rasanya untuk percaya sama orang aja sulit? apa karena ada beberapa orang yang ngga gampang bergaul sama orang lain? Anehnya lagi ada juga orang yang cenderung anti-sosial karena meraka ngga mau faking something. Maksud gw, dengan bergaul sama orang, kita kan harus belajar untuk tahu apa yang dia suka and ngga suka, kita juga harus act supaya diterima sama orang itu. di satu sisi gue percaya kalo kita tertutup, ngga banyak orang lain tau kelemahan kita. tapi dilain sisi, kita butuh bergaul untuk koneksi di masa depan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;berarti kesimpulannya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;: untuk bergaul, kita ngga perlu berbagi kesulitan/ sharing sesuatu yang nunjukin kelemahan kita, which means, kita harus pretend kalo kita ngga pernah susah. what a fake banget kan? gue ngga nyalahin mereka yang anti-sosial karena hal itu, tapi, kira- kira ada ngga yah yang tau jalan keluarnya, harus apa, mesti gimana, atau gimana cara ngilangin perasaan males untuk act to be someone. Atau mungkin itu semua kembali lagi ke jawaban dari semua pertanyaan, kalau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;semua itu ada waktunya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-114505976061049442?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/114505976061049442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=114505976061049442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/114505976061049442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/114505976061049442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2006/04/manusia-anti-sosial.html' title='manusia anti-sosial'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-114500046364861756</id><published>2006-04-14T14:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T14:56:55.050+07:00</updated><title type='text'>This day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;akhirnya bimbi ganti kulit--halah! gilla, hari ini rencana gue berantakan semua. yang tadinya mau latihan nari, malah ngga jadi. rusak banget. mana gue mesti bersungguh2 mendalami kimia perkara olympiade, ngga tau apa kalo selama ini gue ngerjain soal ngeliat si tami sama si ella?? gw mau ngebahas apa lagi ya sekarang?? mmm, lagi ngga terinspirasi. lagi ngga ada masalah jadi belum terinspirasi mungkin. yah sudah lah, cuma mau pamer skin baru..hohohoho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-114500046364861756?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/114500046364861756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=114500046364861756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/114500046364861756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/114500046364861756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-day.html' title='This day..'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-114462716486484205</id><published>2006-04-10T06:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T06:59:24.883+07:00</updated><title type='text'>cayo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;besok ulangan, hari ini mari kita berjuang!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;gue hari ini mau belajar keras math dan segala pelajaran tetek bengek yang bakal ulangan. gelo sia, cepet banget ya rasanya dan ulangan lagi. yang kemaren aja nyokap gw lom liat. sial!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;kayaknya teraphy patah hati masih berlanjut. coz, sekarang kaka gw juga patah hati untuk kesekian kalinya ama orang yang sama. menyedihkan banget ngga sih? gw and kaka gw kerjaannya kalo ngga nangisin gebetan, nangisin pelem drama, kalo ngga nangisin nasib. mana kalo nangisin cowok ngga penting. dari mulai suka, suka sendiri. patah hati, patah hati sendiri. tuh orang juga ngga tau kalo kita tangisin. kira2 di bumi ini ada ngga ya orang yang begitu ke gw??what a silly question yah? apapun itu, yang jelas, gw udah punya theory baru. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;there is no true love nor best friend in this world&lt;/span&gt;. skeptis sih kedengerannya. tapi trust me deh. kalo best mom, dad, brother, sister, family, gw percaya. tapi true friend? yah mungkin gw bisa blg kayak gini karena tinggal di Jakarta kali ya, yang orangnya 'lugu2'=lu gue,lu gue. tapi yang jelas, yang berlaku dia tiap macem jenis kehidupan--halah!---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;do not trust anybody, even yourself, especially your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;percaya atau ngga, up to u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well, kan gw dah bilang, jangan percaya siapapun&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/18270471-114462716486484205?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/114462716486484205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=114462716486484205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/114462716486484205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/114462716486484205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2006/04/cayo.html' title='cayo!'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-114459258521120495</id><published>2006-04-09T21:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T21:23:05.246+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hav you ever wanna run away?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Have you ever wanna run away from your life??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;pernah ngga sih elo, mau lari dari hiduplo?? Rasanya terlalu capek untuk ngadepin yang ada di depan matalo, atau menerima kalo rumput tetangga emang jauh lebih hijau dari pada rumputlo. pernah ngga elo ngerasa kalo kehidupan orang lain jauh lebih mudah,fun and what a happy ending story di tiap harinya? but u just dont know wat to do, felt so low and it's like too late to make a life like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;should I stay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;should I change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;or should I just runaway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-114459258521120495?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/114459258521120495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=114459258521120495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/114459258521120495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/114459258521120495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2006/04/hav-you-ever-wanna-run-away.html' title='hav you ever wanna run away?'/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-114385638639336658</id><published>2006-04-01T08:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T08:53:06.406+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;JADI CEWEK ITU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;harus tahan banting, ngga boleh lemah. apalagi urusan cowok. peraturan yang &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;pertama&lt;/span&gt;. jangan pernah menyatakan kalo elo sayang sama dia dengan sungguh2 dan suasana2 mellow..kalo toh lo bilang lo sayang, besoknya cuekin. itu yang &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;nomer dua&lt;/span&gt;. peraturan yang &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ketiga&lt;/span&gt;, jangan pernah nunjukin kalo elo jeles atau kesel sama dia gara2 suatu hal, misalkan, cowoklo telat dateng wkt janjian di PIM, lonya dah nunggu lama, jangan pernah bilang kalo elo itu sebenernya dah nunggu lama. Bilang aja lo baru dateng.peraturan nomer &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;empat&lt;/span&gt;, pride is number one. jadi cewek kalo ngga punya harga diri, ngga bakal jadi apa- apa. jangan pernah lo berani2nya lepas control karena ngerasa kalo cowoklo sayang mampus,mati,atau bahkan sayang sama elo sampe2 dia mau nyebrangin semua &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;OCEAN&lt;/span&gt; atau mendaki semua &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;MOUNTAIN&lt;/span&gt;, demi elo. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;MIMPI&lt;/span&gt;!ngga ada tuh yang kayak gitu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; yang nomor&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; lima&lt;/span&gt;: adakalanya lo mesti jaga jarak, once you know you're gonna be in love, mending jaga jarak dulu. liat dia dari sisi pandang yang baru, lo boleh fall for love tapi bukan fall for him..nomor &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;enam&lt;/span&gt;, ada yang  bilang cewek ngejar cowok ngga apa2, gw setuju, tapi ada acaranya. jangan ngelupain peraturan di atas. kalo tuh cowok sok kecakepan lo kejar2, mending say good bye dengan pride. belagak ngga tau kalo kemaren elo yang ngirimin seribu puisi lewat sms ke nomernya atau karangan bungan seribu mawar k rumahnya--&gt;iuh..nah kalo tuh cowok bae, tapi dari hawa2nya dya ngga mau lebih dari temen, lo juga harus berenti ngegebet dia, yah at least caranya diperhaluslah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Intinya&lt;/span&gt; sih kita harus selalu always ngga pernah never tarik ulur. sampe mati nanti juga harus bgitu. percaya deh. kasih perhatian mereka secukupnya, jangan isrof alias berlebih. harus stay cool, apalagi yang baru putus. ngga usah dibahas yang lalu2, cuekin aja, belum lagi kalo elo --cewe-- yang mutusin. sekali bilang putus ya udah, jangan plin-plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18270471-114385638639336658?l=alittleblogbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/feeds/114385638639336658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18270471&amp;postID=114385638639336658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/114385638639336658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18270471/posts/default/114385638639336658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleblogbook.blogspot.com/2006/04/jadi-cewek-itu.html' title=''/><author><name>arimbi.kuntjoro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gNmC2osYX4/Tif4q9w1DfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/aDNTcPuxqNk/s220/satubulan50dpi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18270471.post-114354288160908363</id><published>2006-03-28T17:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T17:48:01.660+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;gela!! gw baru baca blog aya..gw juga nonton tuh konser&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SP&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mereka tuh keren banget. ngga kerasa udah setaun...gw bener2 excited banget, dan perlu diketahui. semua &l
