<?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-3243868695048772142</id><updated>2012-01-31T09:27:26.258-08:00</updated><category term='Kiddo'/><category term='International Relations'/><category term='Unlabels'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Teacher'/><category term='Affection'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='Precious Student'/><category term='Environment'/><category term='Galau'/><category term='passion'/><category term='Phobia'/><category term='Life Learning'/><category term='Indonesia'/><category term='Unbelievable Trip To ASEAN'/><category term='My Story'/><category term='Places'/><category term='Campuss Life'/><category term='Heart'/><category term='Skripsweet'/><category term='humanity'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Musics'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Notes of Himono Onna</title><subtitle type='html'>Treasured Stories, Treasured Memories</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-7001790845985765152</id><published>2012-01-31T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T09:27:26.477-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Andreas</title><content type='html'>I've just arrived from work, I usually feel so tired, but now I'm so happy that I have like a tons of spirit to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is one of my class, Talking English class 2 report book day. We normally don't study at this day. We could have free activity like playing games, going to karaoke, and even eating together. There were 4 students in my class, two pretty high school girls, first, fortu, a very kind girl that is preparing herself to enroll her study to Sydney and the second is evon, a cheerful girl that loves korea and looks definitely like korean, then two nice college boys, tius, a supertall boy  with glasses that is a fan of gambling in casino and next, andreas, a little quiet student that likes to help her mother in her sparepart shop, they're all good kids (I'm sure of this). Andreas actually is studying in China, right now he is enjoying his 4 months holiday in Jakarta. He decided to join us learning English to spend that holiday. So sad that after only two terms, he is leaving to china soon, on 16th February.&lt;br /&gt;Since today was the last day we were at the same class with andreas, we went eating together, tius drove us to a nice seafood restaurant around Pluit, it was "Sedap Malam". Those kids were really lovely, they kept asking me to choose everything, starting from the place to eat to even the menus. It was really happy moment, we shared stories, we told many jokes, we ate much mouthwatering food. Time flew fast, it's already 9, I needed to go back to office to take my bag and go home, so tius delivered us. Actually I wanted to be with them longer, but what to do, I couldn't, so it was our goodbye. I pray to god that things will be easier for andreas in china, I prayed that tius could study well in his college and never drive over 180kph (he told us that it ever happened -_-), I prayed that fortu could easily continue her study to sydney, and the last, I prayed that evon could have a way to study psychology as she's been dreaming of and have a boyfriend this year (as what she wishes).&lt;br /&gt;Well, goodbye is always hard, even after only 1 month meeting. Actually I was a substitution teacher for that class, because the homeroom teacher there couldn't continue teaching. I 've taught them for less than 1 month, but I felt very comfortable around them. I'm so gonna miss 4 of us together kiddos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here we were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o6Oi_pXtsds/TygiBRmytjI/AAAAAAAAA4M/fkVkVOQVO0U/s1600/DSCN3549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o6Oi_pXtsds/TygiBRmytjI/AAAAAAAAA4M/fkVkVOQVO0U/s400/DSCN3549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703846333366056498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5u_fY2YG1W0/TyghxLNUrII/AAAAAAAAA30/S97mlu4v84Y/s1600/DSCN3529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5u_fY2YG1W0/TyghxLNUrII/AAAAAAAAA30/S97mlu4v84Y/s400/DSCN3529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703846056770710658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me share you some of the delicious food :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QKzKc9AuEdg/TyghZY_1NjI/AAAAAAAAA3k/HE4nkEsdU9w/s1600/DSCN3539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QKzKc9AuEdg/TyghZY_1NjI/AAAAAAAAA3k/HE4nkEsdU9w/s400/DSCN3539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703845648155358770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fTPxUOB1bTM/TyghZDILVaI/AAAAAAAAA3c/c3JvQYvLHSc/s1600/DSCN3538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fTPxUOB1bTM/TyghZDILVaI/AAAAAAAAA3c/c3JvQYvLHSc/s400/DSCN3538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703845642284783010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GjjB2OV97tc/TyghY5BRfGI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Dk5PhTmm1SM/s1600/DSCN3536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GjjB2OV97tc/TyghY5BRfGI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Dk5PhTmm1SM/s400/DSCN3536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703845639571471458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-7001790845985765152?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/7001790845985765152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=7001790845985765152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/7001790845985765152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/7001790845985765152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2012/01/ive-just-arrived-from-work-i-usually.html' title='Goodbye Andreas'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o6Oi_pXtsds/TygiBRmytjI/AAAAAAAAA4M/fkVkVOQVO0U/s72-c/DSCN3549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-8134304772235198650</id><published>2012-01-26T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:11:20.786-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher'/><title type='text'>Housewife=Babysitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One day, as usual, me and my fellow teacher, debora were talking about our "today's classes" when I suddenly choked surprised. That day, she taught Red Class, a class for kids (around 6-7yo), about Job, she generally explained many kinds of jobs with a very simple english (what could we expect for 7yo kids to understand about occupation :D).&lt;br /&gt;She started with easy one like "teacher is someone who teaches you in school or courses", "pilot is someone who drives an aeroplane", etc. Then she continued to some term that werent difficult to memorize but not easy to understand, like 'businessman', if we told them about 'business things', it would be useless, so we just said like "businessman is someone who is busy working in a company and wears tidy suit", one of the kid responded "miss, my father is businessman, he has got company", later we found out that his father is toys businessman, then debora continued to a new term, 'housewife', she started explaining, "housewife is someone who works at home, takes care the children and husband, like you and everything in your house...", a kid suddenly responded excitedly, "um, I know.. I know.. so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;housewife is like my babysitter&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;My friend, debora, was like about to laugh listening to that, but maybe when she saw the kid with a very bright smile thinking that he had given a really smart answer, my friend was touched. Later she added some explanation that housewife is from 'wife' but still the kids thought that housewife is babysitter because they had experienced all the things babysitter did and its exactly the same with explanation about housewife, and a bit pitiful that they couldnt think that housewife is actually 'mother' since they didnt feel that way (and most of their mother worked so they'e not housewife).&lt;br /&gt;Well, later I found out most of mothers nowadays tend to give their children to a baby sitter, some of them could manage everything so well that mother+babysitter become a good combo, and the kid usually grows up done, but some others are too busy so they give their children up to the baby sitter. when they send their kids to a course, they tend to expect too much without noticing the kids development, one dayone of the teacher got a call from a mum, she was a bit upset when she found out that her kid couldnt write "three" properly. The kid had been in ILP for about 7month, its the seventh month, and her mum suddenly appear on the phone. The teacher explained, "We're very sorry for that maam, but thats normal for kid to forget the spelling easilysince they're just 6yo, even in bahasa they tend to make mistakes in writing, about three, although she couldnt spell properly, I'm sure she knows the meaning, for kids we focused more in memorizing the vocabularies, but of course every meeting we practice writing too. Your kid, she's quite good with her vocabulary bank." The mother was like "but my kid has been there for seven month!" well, the kids came with a very weak english and only got about one hour two meetings a week, then the mother expected her to be able to speak like native, impossible. "maam, its useless if you think that studying here is enough, kids memorizing easily, but forgetting easily too, that's why they need to repeat again at home, did you help her all this way?" the teacher add the explanation and the mother answered "well, I already ask the babysitter to do all of that, to help her, I have no time to help her in her study...",&lt;br /&gt;Then, case closed! Her babysitter plus driver always came with her to the course, but they didnt even finish their high school, so how come the mother expect them to help her in studying english. That time I was a bit mad listening to that phone conversation story. We invited the parent to come on report book day once in two month to talk about the kid, but what we met mostly babysitters or drivers, yet the mother's complaining while knowing nothing about the kids progress, tsk...&lt;br /&gt;Those were just some experiences for us as teacher r, thanks to them, I learned a lot :)&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/3243868695048772142-8134304772235198650?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/8134304772235198650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=8134304772235198650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/8134304772235198650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/8134304772235198650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2012/01/housewifebabysitter.html' title='Housewife=Babysitter'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-8318297825781246736</id><published>2012-01-24T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T08:43:12.541-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Happy (?) Birthday, You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a song that never fails to make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winter Child by Suzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tXxXBBriEs4" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to give this song to someone special like you. I can always feel your existence. You taught me many things. You've shown me how precious life is.&lt;br /&gt;Since yesterday, January 23rd is the day when you were born, please consider this as a birthday present from your me.&lt;br /&gt;It has been 9 years, time flies. No one talked about yesterday, I'm sure it's not that easy to forget so I think everyone was just trying to have the feeling of "moving on".&lt;br /&gt;Many things have changed. I hope you're watching us there. Don't worry about things here, I've been in many bad situation but in fact I survive until now. Just hang on there until we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;Well, you're now 9 years old, I wonder how big you are (although I'm not sure people grow up there). I don't know how you might think about me, but I'm doing my best right now, I'm going to protect things that I know you wish you could protect too.&lt;br /&gt;Dear, I'm still wondering, should I give you a happy birthday?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know was that a happy birthday or not, but I feel happy because at least I have you. Whatever happened 9 years ago, I'm happy you were born, I'm happy that you're my brother.&lt;br /&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/3243868695048772142-8318297825781246736?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/8318297825781246736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=8318297825781246736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/8318297825781246736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/8318297825781246736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday-you.html' title='Happy (?) Birthday, You!'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tXxXBBriEs4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-7405916404978784127</id><published>2012-01-22T07:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T09:30:12.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Precious Student'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learning'/><title type='text'>About Ella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I first taught last year, I did an observation to a class for 6-7yo kids, there were 4 students, 2 girls and 2 boys. One of the girl was Ella, the principal and the teacher there said that she was 'different', she almost never spoke anything in class. That time when I came to that class, she was even making weird acts. She kept sitting on the floor under her desk. Her room's teacher had already asked her to sit properly but it was useless, she had no response. When other students played game, she was silent persistently in her position. She didn't make messy face, she smiled, but she just didn't care about those things. Later during the observation evaluation with the principal, I was explained that students like Ella did exist. She's eager to learn but she had her own way. Well, if that's the case, I felt relief.&lt;br /&gt;Some days of observation had passed. One day, I was given a chance to give Ella a make up lesson, a lesson for student that miss a class. We were sitting quietly in Bristol (name of the room) when I started my presentation about material that she missed. She was good that time. She paid attention to me. When I asked her to do the practices, she just nodded her head and did it. That lesson went well, but I just had a feeling "this is not right". A kid should talk much at her age. I asked her some question like things she like, but as expected, no response. I tried other questions but they didn't work either. I almost gave up until I saw her bag, it was tinker bell patterned. I pointed at it and said "I know that pretty fairy, it is tink", she smiled brightly and nodded her head then she mumbled something. I asked, "do you watch the cartoon? it is good", I could see that she became interested as she said "yes" directly.&lt;br /&gt;I was having butterfly in my stomach, I wanted to scream, "I got youu kid!", but then I laughed realizing that I didn't even play any games with her from the start. During the practice, she needed her eraser, she didn't have it in her pencil case, "my eraser is in my x (mentioned name of another english course) bag downstairs", she explained. I was a bit confused, but I told her to stay there, then I went downstairs to the receptionist table, she said, "miss, ini tas x-nya ella miss, dia ambil les bahasa inggris dua, di sini satu sama di x satu, tadi dia dari jam 1 sampe jam 3 di x, langsung nyambung di sini". I was shocked. Ella? a 6yo kid took 2 english courses, I thought it was too much. I pitied kids these days.&lt;br /&gt;After finishing workbook, I asked her about plan for the upcoming weekend (saturday is the next day after that day), she whispered telling me, "I can not go tomorrow, I have clay course from morning to afternoon", I responded spontaneously, "hey! tomorrow's saturday", she whispered quieter, "yes, but I have class, I can not go there from sunday to friday, I have other courses too". I was surprised, she was just 6yo and she looked busier than 23yo someone like me, I knew that after she mentioned many courses she took. "is that fun, your clay class?", I asked her. "yes, I already make two, I have mouse and duck, I want to bring here but can not...". She mumbled more, I was touched, not only because of her story but also because it was the first time I saw her speaking like other kid, although it was more like mumbling and whispering, I would like to scream, "I hear you", but I knew it would scare her so I decided to put my best smile and tried to give my best responses. She told me many things, "I am moving school next month", I became curious, "why? are you moving home too?", she didn't answer me, she took her book, write a school name next to another school name, then she wrote some explanation. I could hardly understood that it was like"no, mommy says my school now is not good, it is international school but still not good, my new school is better..." She continued telling things by writing things that turned out to be hard to understand by my old school mind, I did think that kids, they needed time to play too, why didn't we just let them develop in easy way. I fell in love with her that day, no matter how different she was.&lt;br /&gt;After some days, I had a chance to teach her class, that time, while preparing the warmer session, I prayed to God that she would join. I hold her little hand and invite her. She stood with her friends full of doubt. I looked at her, wished that she could read my mind "you'll be okay kid!". I was fully happy when she could say the game password, "bingo!", although it was with a very low voice, I could hear her it was really satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I could say that Ella was the first student that impressed me there. It could be true that there are many Ellas around, but what I think, maybe, if she could, she would like to say this (I thought of this at that time):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I know I'm quiet student, I know I'm different than others, I know I don't talk much and sometimes I act weird, but instead of leaving me in my own world, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLEASE PUT MORE EFFORT IN ME&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I promise myself, I won't ignore any Ella, I'm going to do my best try for silent students like Ella, no matter how long it takes.&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/3243868695048772142-7405916404978784127?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/7405916404978784127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=7405916404978784127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/7405916404978784127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/7405916404978784127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2012/01/about-ella.html' title='About Ella'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-6519632265137916466</id><published>2012-01-16T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T19:19:49.400-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher'/><title type='text'>Being Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJ75flzPDCQ/TxTnwoQv60I/AAAAAAAAA2g/ZDPUR-VLzUQ/s1600/DSCN2740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJ75flzPDCQ/TxTnwoQv60I/AAAAAAAAA2g/ZDPUR-VLzUQ/s200/DSCN2740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698434251157924674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-CqWN5sS_0/TxTmsuTOg-I/AAAAAAAAA1s/O1chZcA4ooc/s1600/DSCN2538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-CqWN5sS_0/TxTmsuTOg-I/AAAAAAAAA1s/O1chZcA4ooc/s200/DSCN2538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698433084547826658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5OS9Wh_9EQ/TxTmt25oRQI/AAAAAAAAA2U/IlrpvFJ8PI4/s1600/DSCN2719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b5OS9Wh_9EQ/TxTmt25oRQI/AAAAAAAAA2U/IlrpvFJ8PI4/s200/DSCN2719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698433104036250882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DCQIv5SCJRI/TxTmtqliWII/AAAAAAAAA2E/sIXCZyEq9T0/s1600/DSCN2656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DCQIv5SCJRI/TxTmtqliWII/AAAAAAAAA2E/sIXCZyEq9T0/s200/DSCN2656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698433100730751106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1QA2BwFMQwg/TxTmsypp1eI/AAAAAAAAA18/IoooYcm-yzM/s1600/DSCN2620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1QA2BwFMQwg/TxTmsypp1eI/AAAAAAAAA18/IoooYcm-yzM/s200/DSCN2620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698433085715633634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ROQi8P-hptE/TxTnw_Kg39I/AAAAAAAAA2o/4OBJBU4bOiw/s1600/DSCN3112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ROQi8P-hptE/TxTnw_Kg39I/AAAAAAAAA2o/4OBJBU4bOiw/s200/DSCN3112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698434257305788370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(End of year event 2011 and new year event 2012)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Someone who could figure out his/her passion is lucky"&lt;br /&gt;(A quote from teh saphy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been putting a lot of interest in English even since I first learned it in Elementary School. Then when I grew up, I found out that I really like the way one of my english teacher taught me. Later I was obsessed to be a teacher. It took a long way. I couldnt imagine that I still had chance to be someone I've always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I graduated from university, I applied to some companies, the place where I should be. To be honest, I was afraid. I felt no confidence. I thought that I didnt have anything to give to a company, I couldnt even give my passion there. I didnt think that I was capable enough and most important, I didnt wanna end up there, a place where I didnt think I belong to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about passion, I thought I found where mine is. When I was in high school, I taught english for an english course, it was fun, I felt that as my passion when I felt that coming there then teaching was so much more important than the payment that I got that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in University, I had another chances, teaching in a remote area and also teaching in my university. There was much sensation. I loved it, being in front of the class, sharing things I know earlier than the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lmost a year ago, I finished my study in university when I was still wondering what should I do. I did applied to several international school (since I wasnt graduated from educational major, formal school would definitely refuse me) but I got dumped during the pedagogic test, it's like a test whether I'm mentally ready to be a teacher or not, but in fact, the test was all about teaching theory that I didnt know.  In the end I couldnt join any school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of May 2011, a place where I can teach called me, and I've been being hired by them since then. Its International Language Program (ILP) Pluit. Simply said its an english course. I wasnt sure at the first time because english course that I knew is a place where teacher teaches grammar, and kind of boring, but since that's the opportunity to teach, I accepted that. First month, I did some observations in senior teachers' classes. I was trained alone, could you imagine, one day sitting alone in a room, watching teaching procedures CDs of ILP, then reading thick handouts about steps and stages of teaching in ILP, I was like,  "WOW! this is serious!". I also did tandem teaching with my friend that was also newly hired there. I was a bit shocked, The students there were not the same like other students I've ever taught. They're special, the're demanding, mostly selfish, and not easy to handle (but it's in a good way). I was challenged. I couldnt wait for my own classes. During July 2011, I had been being trained in ILP center, yes, that was new knowledge for me, although it's franchise, but it's centered and all the material are controlled by one center, all teachers should first get fully training for 1 month because it has got own material and different teaching procedures, I cant just teach with my shabby methods, I have to follow the procedures and even steps and stages from the center. Well, that was great, they trained me not only to be a good english teacher but also a good teacher. I was also taught to teach not only material but also attitude for students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here I am, Im a teacher of an english course, I can make my own living, and I'm happy. Everyday I create a lesson plan based on our material. For a teacher, lesson plan is crucial thing, its our masterpiece, teaching without it is like walking without any direction (thats what my trainer said). After finishing my lesson plan, I do a 'guardian angeling', a process where I consult my lesson plan to the principal that will check the steps and stages, correct my mistake and add some ideas to make it better. After that I will prepare all teaching aids for visual presentation in the class, then I'm ready to teach. Day after day, I've got many surprises, to tell you the truth, I've got desperate moments too, but the more it occurs, the more it makes me stronger to hang on, I've met many kinds of students, I've learned a lot from them, I can say that I'm getting better. I'm happy for finally standing in my own choice and fully supported by my father, mother, and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my quote on the first part of this post, thanks God, I am lucky.&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/3243868695048772142-6519632265137916466?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/6519632265137916466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=6519632265137916466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/6519632265137916466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/6519632265137916466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2012/01/end-of-year-event-2011-and-new-year.html' title='Being Lucky'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJ75flzPDCQ/TxTnwoQv60I/AAAAAAAAA2g/ZDPUR-VLzUQ/s72-c/DSCN2740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-5824447955096482955</id><published>2011-11-11T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T18:17:40.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi!</title><content type='html'>Uhm, hi...&lt;br /&gt;It's weird to be here again after long time. It's like you've forgotten a home you've left.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been trying to tell many stories, but everytime I started, I've never had an end.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm here just to check whether I still remember my id and password or not, and yes I still do :)&lt;br /&gt;Hm. what else? I don't know, just let me share something I like here, THE KOOKS, quoting a fan "whenever I'm﻿ having a down day, the Kooks are there to make me happy :)"&lt;br /&gt;Junk of The Heart (Happy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/8pvHZ4ddR-4"&gt;http://youtu.be/8pvHZ4ddR-4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/8pvHZ4ddR-4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/CT0NbUPz_yg"&gt;http://youtu.be/CT0NbUPz_yg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-5824447955096482955?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/5824447955096482955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=5824447955096482955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/5824447955096482955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/5824447955096482955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2011/11/hi.html' title='Hi!'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-7493903788957812355</id><published>2011-09-15T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T06:44:40.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>Peluk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tijyXtxdrFI" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being stiff on you is suffering but acting pitiful doesn't make things better either. So, let's try our best :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-7493903788957812355?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/7493903788957812355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=7493903788957812355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/7493903788957812355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/7493903788957812355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2011/09/peluk.html' title='Peluk'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tijyXtxdrFI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-1504935963321286160</id><published>2011-05-26T22:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T23:03:00.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learning'/><title type='text'>Us and Our Belgian Friends (some impressing stories)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deloitte, they call me ms.cherry on my 1st day :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah pulang dari Pertamina, kami menuju Deloitte, kantor yang memfasilitasi mahasiswa-mahasiswa belgia itu selama di Indonesia. Kantor Deloitte ini ada di lantai 12 Wisma Nusantara. Saya bisa masuk dengan leluasa karena bersama Kevin.sampai di lantai 12, seorang mbak yang sangat ramah menyambut di meja resepsionis, kami berdua balas senyum dan menuju ruangan. Jujur saya degdegan lagi karena saya akan bekerja satu ruangan dengan teman-teman saya dan hampir semua mahasiswa belgia itu. Saya mengambil posisi duduk pas di sebelah kiri Kevin dan di sebelah kiri saya ada Pierre-Olivier (PO), partner dina. Saya melontarkan senyum membalas senyum PO. Sementara Kevin menyiapkan laptop, saya melirik ke sebelah kanan Kevin, ada anthony, partner Ajay, memakai kemeja berwarna ungu manis sekali, saya ampe inget ampe sekarang warnanya, hehe.. dan sama seperti ritual dengan yang lain saya melontarkan senyum membalas senyum anthony. Kemudian saya memandang ke depan, dan si Yasir sudah tersenyum, lagi-lagi saya balas dengan kikuk, di sebelah Yasir, ada Laia yang juga senyum ke saya, sementara Debo, partnernya sedang sibuk menelepon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laptop Kevin sudah siap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: well, today I need you to help me making some phonecalls to some company, since not all the operator could speak english properly. You may tell them that you’re calling representing me, Kevin Missoorten, and I’m from hydrogenics, a company in Belgium that basically produce hydrogen instalation. I’m here to collect all the information related to hydrogen use in some industries in Indonesia, how do they get it, where do they buy the instalation, how’s the pressure and purity, blablabla... Do you understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Takjub) Ohk..okay I understand, I’m wida calling representing Kevin em..emm.. miss.. (saya nyengir lupa nama lengkap Kevin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: That’s okay, my name is not a usual name for you so a bit hard to remember, this, you can have my namecard so you can easily call everyone. Well, you can start, but if you need to wite something first, that’s okay, thankyou so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah itu saya mulai mengingat instruksi kevin, mencatat di kertas dan menatap lists perusahaan-perusahaan yang harus ditelepon, dan mulai menelepon. Setelah itu ternyata ada beberapa perusahaan yang meminta fax resmi dari Kevin, jadilah kami membuat draft, mengeprint dan kemudian menuju ke resepsionis, karena di ruangan kami tidak ada mesih fax. Kevin yang pertama berbicara, tetapi si mbak panik dan bilang kurang mengerti, jadilah saya jelaskan maksud kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya: Mbak ini, namanya Kevin, dia mau numpang kirim fax mbak, bisa dibantu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mbak: Oh, gituu, oke deh, bentar ya saya telpon bagian yang lagi kosong dulu yaa, duduk aja dulu di situ ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si mbak menelepon dan kemudian meminta kami mengikutinya. Di jalan, si mbak tanya-tanya soal Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mbak: mbak si kevin umurnya berapa sih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya: 22 masuk 23 mbak, kenapa? Naksir ya? Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mbak: Wah brondong bok, ganteng ya bule-bule Belgia ini, hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya: SI mbak bisaan ya liat yang bening-bening, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah itu saya dan si mbak ketawa bareng dan kevin dengan pandangan penuh tanya Cuma senyum. Kami tiba di ruangan yang isinya mesin fax dengan bapak-bapak gendut sebagai operatornya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mbak: Pak X (saya lupa namanya), ini ada brondong sama mbak cherry mau numpang nge-fax boleh ya pak? (saya melotot, dalam hati menggumam, nama saya wida, buka cherry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bapak: (menatap ke arah Kevin) she said you are ‘brondong’ mister, what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: be..brrrondong.. er.. (menatap saya dengan bingung), what is that wida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya: eng.. it’s an idiom, er.. it means that you’re young man (nyengir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: (muka masih bingung) oh.. okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah selesai ritual kirim fax, kami kembali ke ruangan, sebelum itu si mbak sempet-sempetnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mbak: Mbak cherry nanti kalo butuh bantuan bilang aja ya *nyengir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya Cuma mengangguk dan menutup pintu ruangan. Sejak itu sampai beberapa hari berikutnya si mbak tetap memanggil saya cherry dan saya Cuma bisa menghela nafas. Saya akhirnya menyadari kenapa si mbak kekeuh manggil saya mbak cherry, karena di hari pertama saya di Deloitte, saya make kemeja dan jilbab berwarna peach terang, ealaahh... saya pun tahu si mbak itu bernama mbak endang saat di hari ke dua atau ke tiga, ketika itu saya sedang bekerja untuk Kevin, kami lagi-lagi merepotkan si mbak minta bantuan mengirim fax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Wida, do you know who is she? I mean what’s her name? That woman in the receptionist desk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya: Mbak endang, why? Do you need anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: er.. embagh endhang.. I’ll try to remember her, she always helps me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya: Yes, you should be really thankful to her, she’s been helping us much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Okay, em..embagh endhang (mengeja dengan susah payah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah itu, ketika kami lagi-lagi dibantu mbak endang, kevin dengan lancar bilang “tcherimakasih embagh endhang”, dan mbak endang yang kaget karena Kevin tau namanya Cuma nyengir dengan wajah bersemu merah, wow! western guys are really sweet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cerita di Suatu Hari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi yang cerah, saya naik kereta dari stasiun mangga besar dan berhenti di Gondangdia. Masih banyak waktu untuk memutuskan berjalan kaki menyusuri jalan wahid hasyim. Saya tetap datang lebih awal ke Akmani, menyusuri jalanan sabang mengikuti Kevin yang seperti biasa masih membenahi lengan kemejanya. Di depan Holland Bakery, Kevin berhenti melangkah, seperti mengingat sesuatu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: I forgot my ID card, do you think they’ll let me in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya: Mm.. not so sure but since we’re just a few steps closer, we might try first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kami pun tetap menuju Deloitte. Saya yakin seyakinnya Kevin boleh masuk wisma nusantara,er.. karena dia bule. Dan benar saja, kami bebas melenggang. Coba kalo saya yang sendirian ga punya ID, interogasinya bisa panjang, hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di lantai 12 wisma nusantara, saya mulai membuka laptop, memeriksa agenda untuk hari itu, dan mereview pekerjaan terakhir sementara Kevin seperti biasa membuat teh panas sambil berteriak kecil menawarkan saya teh, awalnya saya menolak, masa iya dibuatin teh sama bos, lagian saya bisa bikin sendiri, tetapi kevin terus bilang “I saw you made your tea, if you want some tea too, let me make it, thats really okay”  dan suatu hari Laia yang kebetulan ada si satu shift dengan kami bilang sambil ketawa “hey wida, if you want some tea, let him make it, its a good service”, pada akhirnya saya nyerah, dan seterusnya Kevin bertugas membuatkan teh, lalu nanya “do you want sugar? No?” dan saya sambil nyiapin kerjaan hari itu akan teriak “yes, two blocks of sugar please, thankyou kev”, yaa, kedengeran seperti interpreter yang gatau diri kan, hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari itu mood kami sedang bagus, kami baru saja mendapatkan kontak-kontak perusahaan flat glass manufacturers, yang berarti bisa kami hubungi. Saya mulai menelepon satu persatu dari pagi, dan... dan..... hingga jam makan siang pun, nggak ada satu kontak yang sesuai dengan harapan, ternyata itu adalah perusahaan dari industri glass manufacturer, bukan flat glass manufacturers. Saya setenganya kesal juga sama asosiasi perusahaan-perusahaan itu, masa ngasih data yang nggak relevan. Kevin udah kesel, pas kontak terakhir, dia nanya ke saya dan saya jawab dengan pasrah bahwa kontak terakhir pun nggak relevan. Saya meminta maaf ke Kevin dan menyampaikan rasa prihatin saya nggak bisa menghasilkan apa-apa hari itu. Kevin menggigit-gigit kuku, kemudian tersenyum, “no, its not your fault, you’ve done the best, we’ll continue after lunch, ok”, saya pun menjawab, “but I do feel uneasy about nothing resulted from our first shift work”, Kevin kemudian duduk tenang sambil membereskan laptopnya, “well, I have another dutch proverb for you. You’ve called many companies, yet you got nothing, but you know you have to try again, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you give up, you already have a NO answer&lt;/span&gt;, and do you still remember the last proverb I’ve given to you? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The last man standing wins&lt;/span&gt;, it’s simple rule like when you’re in a marathon competition, you have to keep running til the end, when everyone starts to tirely stopped, you have to keep going, wherever the last man standing always wins, so, semanghaat!”. Kevin tersenyum mengakhiri dengan semangat (semangat adalah kata-kata favorit kevin setelah saya kasih tau “it’s the word to give someone spirits”, dan Kevin selalu mengulang kata itu), menutup tasnya, mengambil handphone, menelepon seseorang namun tampak tidak ada jawaban, Kevin keluar, kemudian masuk lagi, “Hey wida, lets have lunch then we’ll have new energy to find another strategy”. Saya Cuma jawab ok dan senyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin ke luar ruangan duluan, sebelum saya menyusul, dityo, teman saya yang juga ada shift bareng kami, menghampiri saya, “wid, lo tau nggak barusan si kevin abis nelpon ke luar, gigit kuku dan mengumpat ‘FAK!’, hahaha, abis itu masuk dan baru ngomongin strategi baru itu ke elo”. Saya pun nggak bisa menahan tawa, tetapi dalam hati saya bersyukur, Kevin nggak pernah mengumpat di depan saya sekesel apa pu  dia sama birokrasi indonesia. Dia menghargai saya, menghargai budaya Indonesia yang (seharusnya) nggak biasa mengumpat kasar  dan saat itu saya berjanji, for the sake of peaceful world, I’ll always respect everyone’s culture.&lt;br /&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/3243868695048772142-1504935963321286160?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/1504935963321286160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=1504935963321286160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/1504935963321286160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/1504935963321286160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2011/05/us-and-our-belgian-friends-some.html' title='Us and Our Belgian Friends (some impressing stories)'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-388433398552170120</id><published>2011-05-26T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T22:51:39.540-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learning'/><title type='text'>Us and Our Belgian Friends (What is actually a big issue?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is actually a big issue?&lt;br /&gt;One day I had to accompany Jerina having a meeting with a big publishing company. The meeting took place at the office of that company. It’s not so far from Deloitte Office but still, unpredictable traffic jam made us stucked in the taxi for more than an half hour. I felt really tired of traffic jam, espesially since I had to worked for 7 to 7 almost everyday, but in other side, I loved it for giving me more time to talk personally with my  partner. Like what happened that time. Me and Jerina, we were talking about many different situations of our each country. Our conversation started with Jerina that told me that she sent her picture with me to her boyfriend. She said that she talked about me much to his boyfriend so his boyfriend said that it would be really nice if I could come to Belgium or France and spend sometime there with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerina: You know, you really have to come to europe.. I’ll show you good place in Belgium, or we can even go to paris, where my boyfriend is now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I’d really love to Jerina, someday I’ll come... but please tell me, is it okay for someone like me, who wears hijab, to be there? I just want to make sure since here’s a belgian with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerina: Of course it’s totally okay, nothing’s wrong with your er..jihab.. (its hard for her to mention hijab, hehe). You know, even in my university, there are many, yea, not much, but there’re people who wear er.. hibab.. (I’m laughing because she didnt mention it right), ah again I already forgot how it spell (I tell her the right spell), yea, hijab.. some moslem students from different country wore that in university in brussel and it’s not a big issue for us, we’re all adult, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: you know, I’m so glad hearing that news from you, because for some people, hijab’s still a matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerina: For adult in our country, I don’t think it’s an issue, but for children, we have a regulation. You can’t wear that er.. hibab..hijab.. We have a complicated experience with hijab in school. There was a moslem kid who wore hijab to public school. For most children, it’s really uncommon. And because they’re kids, they thought it was a trend. Every kid started to pursue their parents to let them wearing hijab too.. it was a hard time, yea.. you know.. it’s complicated, it’s not that kid wearing that for religion understanding because other kids that are not moslem started thinking that it was a trend.. yea, um.. it’s so much complicated but trust me its not an issue for adult..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, I see.. I can understand that complicated matter, Jerina, thankyou for telling me, I’m doing my best for my europe resolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerina: Great! I will also show you our beach, it’s nothing compared to beaches here wida..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wow! Really? I’ll be glad to.. but is it okay to not wearing bikini to the beach there? Yea, I mean, will I look weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerina: Um.. no, you won’t look weird. You still can go to the beach with a full covered beach cloth, it’s okay, but, yea.. there’ll be just someone who will stare at you for some seconds and then it’s not a matter at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay then, I do hope I could visit your country..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we continued talking until we reached the place we were aiming for. Since it’s one of the biggest publishing company in Indonesia, the office looks really nice. Everyone there was proffesional. I loved being there. While waiting for them preparing the meeting, I even talked to Jerina that if there’s any chance,  I wanted to work there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, finally we’re on our meeting with a promotion staff, young nice smart lady was serving us. Jerina presented her company profile and told her company’s offer. That young lady seriously listened to her. In some part they couldn’t understand each other, I would be very happy to connect them. After about an hour, we’re finally done. Each of us was given a cup of nice tea. While enjoying our cup, we talked about everything. That young lady also asked about my education background. I told her about my latest tittle, my 1 month interpreter work, and also my goal to get a fix job soon. Suddenly, Jerina promoted me to the lady from the company. I was a bit shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerina: Well, miss, you know, this girl, wida, she’s actually not my interpreter. She’s more like teammate for me, she’s done really well with every job. She’s a good person. Is there any possibilities for someone like her working here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Lady: Um.. of course everyone can work here. But you know, here, we have a policy too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerina: but what? I mean what policy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Lady: It’s actually not my right to say this but since we’re all here talking together, and I know you both are nice, I tell you.. for someone like her, who wears hijab, it will be useless to apply for some position here. Here’s a policy that someone like wida can not join our company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerina: (surprised) What??? Why??? Isn’t it weird??? You also wear er..hijab.. and yet you still work here, so what’s the matter with her? (aiming at me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Lady: Yea, as I told you before, this will be hard to explain, miss. When I first worked here, I didn’t wear hijab, and if now I’m wearing it, it’s not a problem. And it’s absolutely different situation for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerina: wh.. why... I still don’t understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Lady: I don’t know. If I’m the one who make the decision, I’d be glad to work with someone like her but, yea, I’m just a staff here.. I’m not frightening her, if she wants to try, please, we’re welcoming every applicant but it will be just useless.. I’m sorry to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerina: hm.. I’m now confuse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Jerina, I think I’m quite understanding. You have to know that some company have a different policies and it is really okay with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerina: I thought.. but.. oh okay.. great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that meeting, Jerina still talked to me about the things we talked before with the young lady from the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerina: I really don’t understand, wida.. I’ve read in many sources that your country is the biggest moslems country in this world. You know, I thought  that little thing shouldn’t be a matter here. While we’re in belgium were feeling okay, why a hijab should be an issue here? I don’t get it. You know, you might not work there, but trust me, you’ll gonna find a job that suit you well and has no matter with your er..hijab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Jerina, I do hope so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I didn’t record our conversation and it might not be exactly the same with that but so far I could remember that was how we talk.&lt;br /&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/3243868695048772142-388433398552170120?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/388433398552170120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=388433398552170120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/388433398552170120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/388433398552170120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2011/05/us-and-our-belgian-friends-what-is.html' title='Us and Our Belgian Friends (What is actually a big issue?)'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-1225369355366664775</id><published>2011-05-26T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T22:00:08.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Us and Our Belgian Friends (First Day Working)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walking Along Akmani Hotel to Pertamina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambungan dari serial bersama teman-teman Belgia :D&lt;br /&gt;Ini adalah cerita di hari pertama kerja. Waktu itu saya masih berangkat dari Bogor, dari rumah sepupu saya. Pagi pertama itu, kami nggak naik kereta, mastom bawa mobil ke kantor, karena harus nganterin mba pipit (istrinya) ke jatiwaringin terlebih dahulu. Kami berangkat hampir jam setengah enam, berharap dijauhkan dari macet. Tetapi ternyata tetap saja macet dimana-mana. Keluar dari Jatiwaringin, saya mulai panik karena bahkan jarum jam saya bergerak lebih cepat dari mobil mastom. Ditambah lagi saya nervous karena memikirkan apa yang akan saya hadapi nanti dengan bule-bule Belgia itu. Saya menghitung dalam hati, mulai gelisah, sebentar lagi 09.30 yang itu berarti kalo saya dateng lewat jam segitu, saya telat. Telat di hari pertama, dan bekerja dengan orang asing, tentu bukanlah ide gemilang. Saya mulai berisik tanya-tanya mastom kapan nyampenya. Mastom tetep tenang menjanjikan nggak bakal telat. Ketika temen-temen interpreter saya ngabarin kalo mereka udah stand by di Akmani, saya makin panik tu de meks.&lt;br /&gt;Dan seperti di film-film, saya sampai di 5 menit menuju waktunyaa. Setelah makasih sama mastom saya ngibrit naik ke lobby akmani. Temen-temen saya udah di sana. Semua mukanya ada tulisan “DEGDEGAN”, hehe.. saya ke toilet bentar, pas balik lagi, dheg! Udah banyak aja mahasiswa belgia yang turun, dan mereka udah menuju interpreternya masing-masing (ya kami pertama mengenal satu sama lain lewat photo :D). Saya haha hihi sama mereka semua, beberapa udah kenal di pertemuan awal, beberapa lagi muka baru. Saya lirik-lirik sana sini, berharap menemukan muka yang mirip photo hitam putih (udah fotokopian soalnya) bernama Kevin Missoorten. Dan sejauh mata memandang si Kevin ini nggak ada, gimana ini, padahal saya shift pertama kerja sama dia. Kemudian satu persatu temen saya mulai meninggalkan lobby akmani bersama partner mereka. Masih tersisa Jan bareng bamby, dan debora yang partnernya, laia, belum juga turun. Dan tiba-tiba lift terbuka, keluarlah sesosok manusia tinggi dengan rambut blonde acak-acakan dan tangan memegang dasi, dia terburu-buru. Pas liat mukanya, saya percaya dan besar kemungkinan itu adalah kevin, partner saya sebulan ke depan. Dari sofa lobby saya udah nyengir seramah mungkin ketika dia mulai berjalan ke arah saya. Hampir saya berdiri sampai kemudian si kevin ini berbelok 15 derajat menuju Jan, dan mereka mengobrol lama, sambil kevin masang dasi. Saya makin deg-degan, that time I thought that I might be invisible so he couldnt see me properly. Tapi itu terlalu nggak mungkin, saya segede ini nggak keliatan. Mulailah saya berpikiran, jangan-jangan si kevin ini nggak mau diinterpreterin sama saya, jangan-jangan si kevin ini nolak saya, jangan-jangan dan terlalu berjangan-jangan membuat saya nggak ngeh pas Jan udah pergi sama bamby. Laia juga udah mau jalan, dan saya nggak punya pilihan lain selain nyengir sama Kevin.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kevin: Hi, so you’re wida, right? I’m Kevin, nice to meet you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya: Uh, Hi, yes I am, I am wida, nice to meet you too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tiba-tiba banyak jangkrik muncul di lobby akmani, krik krik krik... jangkrik-jangkrik baru pergi setelah Kevin mengangkat tas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kevin: Uhm, what do you think? Should we go now? (menunjuk ke luar hotel)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya: Yes, of course, let’s go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kami berjalan ke luar hotel menuju wisma nusantara melewati Jalan Sabang. Masih sama-sama kikuk. Kevin sambil jalan sambil ngelipet lengan bajunya sampe ke siku, dan saya deg-degannya minta ampun. Sampai keheningan dipecahkan oleh Kevin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kevin: Well, so we’ll work together this whole mission. I’m glad I have you, but I hope this is okay with you, I mean my mission.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya: Ya, I’ll do my best and yes, everything is okay with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kevin: have you read about my mission in our profile? As you see, I came from a hydrogen instalation company. My mission is not easy, so we have to work hard, will you help me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya: Ya, I’ve even browsed about your company and I will fully help you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kevin: woa, great! Thankyou then. You know my company is bla bla bla...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Dan sepanjang sabang si Kevin menjelaskan mengenai perusahaan yang direpresentasikannya. Nggak tau karena gugup atau apa, kami berjalan sangat cepat, bahkan kami berhasil melewati teman-teman yang sudah duluan berangkat. Sampai di depan wisma nusantara, Kevin tetap jalan. Saya bingung dan ketinggalan. Keringat mengucur deras sebadan-badan saya (yaiyalah jalan sepanjang jalan sabang kayak robot dengan keramahan panas Jakarta jam 9 pagi bukan pilihan ibu bijak).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya: Kevin, wait, dont we stop here? Deloitte’s in this building, right? (menunjuk wisma nusantara).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kevin: Oh, I forgot to tell you. This morning, will you accompany me to Pertamina? Yesterday I’ve made an appointment with someone there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya: Oh, I see, okay, how do we get there?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kevin: Yesterday I went there by my foot. Look! That’s pertamina, its not far from here (menunjuk tulisan ‘pertamina’ di atas gedung yang tinggi dan Cuma keliatan atepnya)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya: Okay, It must not be that far since we could see it from here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kami pun berjalan meninggalkan rombongan yang berbelok ke Wisma Nusantara. Saya mulai ngos-ngosan. Si kevin ini ya udah mah kakinya panjang, jalannya cepet pula. Saya mati-matian mengimbangi, efeknya, sepatu yang saya pakai menjadi tidak nyaman (sepatu baru pula). Kaki mulai perih, tapi saya nggak bilang. Saya nggak mau merusak hari pertama kami bekerja-sama. Ketika sampai di kompleks Monas, kami harus menyebrang. Di jalan itu mobil dan motor melaju kencang, saya berpikir untuk menunggu lampu merah baru menyeberang, sampai kemudian saya paniik karena tiba tiba si Kevin melenggang ke tengah jalan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya: Hey! Kevin! Wait! You can not cross this road that way! It’s dangerous! (lari-lari ngejer sambil teriak-teriak panik)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kevin: C’mon widaa, follow me! This is okay! I saw some Indonesian did this yesterday, c’mon, we’ll be okay (tetep nekat nyebrang)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya udah mau pingsan rasanya pas pada akhirnya ngikutin kevin nyebrang. Entah mungkin ada keajaiban, bahkan mobil-mobil yang kenceng pun ngasih jalan buat si Kevin, dan saya, ekornya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Di terik siang yang membakar, kami berjalan melintasi Monas. Karena kompleks Monas yang ternyata sangat bueeesar, kami lama berjalan. Kevin juga mulai memperlambat jalannya. Kami mengobrol banyak, bukan soal pekerjaan, mulai mengenal satu sama lain. Kevin menanyakan mengenai background pendidikan saya, orang tua, dan cita-cita saya. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kevin: if you’re majoring International Relation, then you want to be a diplomat, huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya: No, I’d never think that I could be a diplomat. I want to be a teacher&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kevin: wow, that’s great, someone like you wants to be a teacher&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya: Thanks, but since I wasnt majoring educational background, I have less opportunity to be a teacher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kevin: If you want to be a teacher, then why did you take International relation major?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pertanyaan yang bisa dengan mudah di jawab ke teman-teman sebangsa dan setanah air saya. Tapi gimana cara ngejelasin sama si Kevin ini tanpa membuat dia mispersepsi tentang budaya Indonesia?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya: Uhm.. I’d really love to.. but you know, to choose it, I have to consider manythings, and the most crucial things is my parents agreement. No, its not like my parents forced me to choose something I didn’t want to, but I have to consider everything for my own good&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kevin: I do understand it, I know and you should know too that your parents wants the best for you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya pun bisa bernapas legaa..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya: Yes, I believe that, Kev...&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know I can do something so I could be a teacher. And you know what, my parents are now fully supporting me to be a teacher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kevin: Great! I know you can make it. You know, for me, you can be a better teacher since you’re not from educational background&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya: Ha! How come? I know less about education.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kevin: But you know more than a teacher knows, you learn different things from a teacher, an educational teacher, just don’t give up...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalimat terakhir Kevin benar-benar mencerahkan. Saya menjadi sangat bersemangat. Saya nggak peduli kaki yang mulai perih ampun-ampunan karena melangkah cepat di paving blocks Kompleks monas yang udah nggak rata.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tepat di depan monumen, kami melihat anggota TNI yang sedang berlatih simulasi-something dengan perahu-perahu karet dan Kevin memandang dengan takjub *atau aneh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kevin:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Isn’t it weird, they train something in this public place, should this be a state secret? And whats with that boat? Here’s even no water..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya Cuma jawab dengan senyum dan menggumam dalam hati, “selamat datang di Indonesia, bung!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Dari monumen ke Pertamina, Kevin menceritakan sejarah negaranya, tentang awal mula kenapa mereka bisa terpecah menjadi dua kelompok, yang berbahasa Belanda, dan yang berbahasa Perancis. Saya mendengarkan sambil meringis, kaki saya pastilah sudah lecet-lecet. Satu kalimat menarik yang saya ingat,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kevin: In Belgium, people who speak france will hate people who speak dutch, people who speak dutch will hate people who speak france, and me, I speak both, and people who speak both will hate each other&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya: What? (kaget)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kevin: Haha, no, I’m kidding (sambil ngedip)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sampe sekarang aku nggak tau itu kalimat serius atau enggak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Keluar dari Monas, kami harus berjalan lagi dan menyebrang. Sepanjang jalan, Kevin banyak diteriakin orang-orang, dari yang bagus-bagus macam “hello mister”, “mister you hensem”, sampe yang brutal macam “hey krezi”, kevin noleh, dan neriakin malah senyum manis. Kevin Cuma bales senyum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya: How do you feel about that? Is that bothering? That people who shout at you everytime you walk here?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kevin: No, not at all, I’m kinda feel like celebrities, hehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya: Oh, I see, so you enjoyed it, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kevin: that’s not it, it’s juts I’m relieved they’re nice to me, and I’m glad in Indonesia I can see a lot of people around the street everyday. You can’t find it in Belgium. Everyday people are always busy bees, working indoor. And you know, I’ve been in a weirder situation. When I visited my Godmother’s family in Thailand, everyone was not only shouting at me, they were touching my skin, almost all of them, they kept touching my hair also, they thought that I’m really different with them, but that’s totally okay, I wasn’t irritated, they’re warm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Dan setelah&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;selesai cerita itu, kami tiba di Pertamina. Semua menyambut ramah saya.. err Kevin dan saya. Mbak-mbak di meja resepsionis menyambut dengan senyum sangat manis manis sekali. Saya terkesan. Kevin si empunya janji kemudian diberi ID visitor. Kami melenggang naik ke lantai si bapak yang memberi janji. Meeting berjalan, hyah.. nggak perlu saya ceritakan di sini, bukan hal yang menyenangkan untuk di kenang. Yah, cukup saya dan Kevin saja yang tau ya..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Yang saya ingat dari meeting itu adalah ketika si perwakilan pertamina itu sedang menerima telepon, Kevin menanyakan sesuatu pada saya, yang katanya anak perusahaan pertamina (saya lupa nama pastinya). Karena saya nggak tahu, saya bilang sama Kevin kalo saya mau coba googling dari hp saya. Kevin juga kemudian ngeluarin hp-nya. Dan jengjeeeng, kami sama-sama kaget. Hp kita sama bok! Persis! Nokia 3110C!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kevin: is that you cellphone? Wow! It’s exactly the same type with mine!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya: Yes, this is mine, and what a surprise, we have the same cellphone, one used in Belgium, and one used here, wow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kevin: you know, my father gave this to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya: What a coincidence! Mine’s also from my father, kev!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Dan kami ketawa, kok isoo gitu ya. Hp saya itu hp jadul, tapi mau diganti sayangnya minta ampun. Itu dulu dikasih sama bapak, pas jamannya hp itu lagi in. Ceritanya waktu itu hp saya rusak, jadinya saya Cuma bisa beli hp yang monokrom kuning. Bapak yang sayang sama saya akhirnya ngasihin hp beliau ke saya, dan beliau pake hp kuning saya. Hp yang memorable dan ternyata sama kayak punya bule dari Belgia yang jadi partner kerja saya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Selesai meeting, kami menuruni gedung, dan saya masih inget satu komentar kevin, yang membuat saya agak tercengang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kevin: Yesterday, I went here by myself. I didn’t know who I should met and where I should go, the receptionist send me to the right, to the left, then I got lost in a basement, and it’s full of mercy cars. I was surprised. Then I’ve visited&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;some room and I realized that here, some people handling the same job, for example like in the receptionist desk before, there are 3 people included the security, but it’s a bit wasted since actually a person can handle it. In belgium, one person should handle more than one job for eficiency. It’s on the contrary of situation here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya: (deep breath) Kev, you know, Indonesia is not Belgium. You see people on the street before? They’re jobless. Here we have a problem of people who hardly find a place to work. Too many people here, especially in Jakarta, so I’m glad that there’re a lot of vacancy for them, although it’s a waste, at least they have some works to do and someone will pay them everymonth. Dan si Kevin manggut-manggut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya udah takut aja kalo pulangnya mesti jalan kaki lagi, sepatu saya bahkan udah terlihat menyedihkan, kaki saya sangat sakit. Akhirnya Kevin nyetop taksi karena ngeliat saya keringetan dan saya bilang saya haus, dia juga haus, nggak minum dari pas di Akmani. Di taksi kami kembali mengobrol, bertukar cerita. Tiba-tiba ada satu hewan, serangga kecil terbang-terbang di muka si Kevin yang langsung panik dan nepok si serangga dengan sadis sampai mati. RIP serangga apa pun itu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kevin: What was that? Is that dengue mosquito? (panik)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya: Ha?? No, it’s just a small-nothing insect, dengue mosquitos are bigger than it. Why are you so panic?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kevin: You know, before coming here, we’re all got some treatment related to viruses that might attack while we’re here. And we’re also told that dengue mosquitos are one of the most dangerous here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya pun menjelaskan tentang nyamuk demam berdarah, dan dilanjutkan dengan cerita lain yang sebenernya masih saya ingat, namun, terlalu panjang kalo ditulis di sini (hey! Ini juga sudah panjang wiit!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;masih bersambung loh, ada banyaak cerita :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&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/3243868695048772142-1225369355366664775?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/1225369355366664775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=1225369355366664775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learning'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9X8ue8tUL7E/TbbqirL7F6I/AAAAAAAAA0g/S7HRjV48T34/s1600/Tebet-20110426-00208.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9X8ue8tUL7E/TbbqirL7F6I/AAAAAAAAA0g/S7HRjV48T34/s320/Tebet-20110426-00208.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599921068110976930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tons of unspoken words make you feel dizzy&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tons of action you think of but you never did make you sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you stay on a dream then you failed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have your passion then you got blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everybody rises, everybody falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;situation changes in a blink of an eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you always need any reasons to be sad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you always have any problems to be mad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you see 'giving up' as a choice, seems like its the last option..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you remember everyone you love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it really hurts watching people making fun of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then you stand as a glass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you spend your day talking to the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fake smiling to the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes everything's just too way complicated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you wish you just had to run then reached the 'finish' line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then you wake up in a lost place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should you believe in a miracle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry for keeping a 'thorn'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know how hard she's struggling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i listen to every sad story she told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm amazed by everything she's still relieved of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the unspoken words, for the things you wish you've done, for your lost passion, and for everyone you love,  be strong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the greatest woman on earth, i know how you feel, yet you're still giving her best support and effort, someday i'll make them 'see' you again, i'll get the time erased your pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;god, i know you're there, i know you know what i want you to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lend me your hand to walk through these all :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-1091398984843126435?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/1091398984843126435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=1091398984843126435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/1091398984843126435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/1091398984843126435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2011/04/tons-of-unspoken-words-make-you-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9X8ue8tUL7E/TbbqirL7F6I/AAAAAAAAA0g/S7HRjV48T34/s72-c/Tebet-20110426-00208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-6374258478469748022</id><published>2011-04-04T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T07:50:28.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learning'/><title type='text'>Us and Our Belgian Friends (Pre-Part)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear all fellas..&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya aku mampir ke blogspooooot!&lt;br /&gt;ceritanya selama bulan maret kemaren aku main kantor-kantoran di jakarta, sebuuk jadi saya nggak sempet post apa-apa di sini.&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 13);ButtonMouseDown(this);" class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyFull" title="Justify Full"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Justify Full" class="gl_align_full" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua bermula dari pesan dari brussels yang aku terima Desember tahun lalu. Suaminya sepupuku, biasa aku panggil mastom, menawarkan kerjaan jadi interpreter buat bulan maret 2011. Ah masih lamaa, pikirku waktu itu. Lagian kan bisa aja batal, lagian emang aku bisa gitu dikasi tanggung jawab segede itu? *kebanyakan lagian.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi waktu itu mastom ngabarin kalo akan ada 30an mahasiswa S2 dari belgia yang datang ke Indonesia dalam rangka Trade Mission, semacam mereka punya tugas akhir praktikum, riset ke negara berkembang, tahun ini Indonesia lah tujuannya. Mereka butuh 10 interpreter dan minta tolong mastom yang nyariin, dan kemudian mastom minta aku yang nyariin.&lt;br /&gt;Seneng sih, waktu itu aku sampe loncat-loncat baca messagenya, tapii lebih ke deg-degan dan antara percaya nggak percaya, jadinya yauwis nggak terlalu mikirin.&lt;br /&gt;Pas Janusari mastom pulang ke Indonesia, hal pertama yang ditanya adalah "gimana wit, udah dapet 10 orangnya?", aku sampe keselek rasanya ngunyah belgian chocolate oleh-oleh. Lalu panik, siapakah 9 orang sisanyaaa?. Clue dari mastom: "siapa aja yang bahasa inggrisnya bagus dan pembawaannya bagus" -_-'' nggak memudahkan sih.&lt;br /&gt;Malemnya saya mantengin komputer berharap dapet ilham siapakah 9 orang ini. Anak HI mah bahasa inggrisnya insyaAllah bagus, soalnya pengaruh buku bacaan yang banyakan berbahasa inggris, tapi yaa, kalo ngomong kan nggak semuanya pernah kedengeran ngomong bahasa inggris, terus kalo yang pembawaannya bagus itu relatif. Makinlah saya fokus di depan monitor. Akhirnya setelah online YM, Facebook, stalking sana sini, ngandelin ingatan jaman ospek, seminar-seminar berbahasa inggris dan pergaulan selama 4 tahun, dan beberapa ada juga yang pas kebetulan nemu lagi online, terpilihlah 9 orang yang beruntung, Icca, Dina, Didi, Dityo, Amjad, Ajay, Aji, Bamby, sam Debo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1H8DfFhcruQ/TZnZ4rr8jSI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/s5CeIBnV3tg/s1600/blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1H8DfFhcruQ/TZnZ4rr8jSI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/s5CeIBnV3tg/s320/blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591739980180131106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ini photo dengan personel hampir lengkap, minus didi sayangnya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tanggal 5 maret adalah tanggal penting dalam proyek ini, aku sama mastom pertama kalinya bertemu langsung dengan mahasiswa-mahasiswa belgia itu. Mereka stay sebulan di hotel akmani, di belakang sarinah. Di parkiran saya udah pucet, lemes, keringet dingin, pokoknya udah lengkap nervousnya. Aku takutnya malu-maluin mastom, takut nggak ngerti mereka ngomong apa.&lt;br /&gt;Dengan kaki agak goyah aku ngikutin mastom jalan ke lobby hotel akmani.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, nugroho, nice to meet you..."&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, Jerina, nice to meet you too... how's indonesia, bla bla bla..."&lt;br /&gt;tiba-tiba kami bertemu dengan sekitar 6 bule, mereka menyapa mastom, tanya-tanya kabar, dan selanjutnya semua macam dengungan buat saya, saya terlalu guguuup sampai ada tangan menjulur di depan perut saya, itu pastinya bukan tangan monster, soalnya abis itu ada yang ngomong, "Hi, so you're wida rite? its really nice to finally meet you here, I heard about you from nugroho (sweetsmile)", saya gelagapan nyambut tangan yang ternyata punya Jerina, "em.. em.. me too, its.......", belum selesai saya ngejawab jerina ada tangan-tangan lain, dan ada suara-suara "Hi, wida, I'm cedric, nice to meet you..", "Hello wida, I'm Jan, nice to meet you.." dan banyak suara-suara lain macam mendengung. PLAK! saya tepok jidat (tapi cm dalam bayangan), itu bukan dengungan wiiwiiit, itu bule-bulenya ngomong pake logat belanda sama perancis! begitu otak sadar, langsunglah semua sistem beradaptasi, bekerjasama menangkap setiap omongan mereka. Awalnya seperti main tennis dengan banyak bola yang nggak berhenti dilemparin ke kita, tapi alhamdulilah kebegoan saya hanya bertahan sekitar 15 menit awal pas haha hihi kenalan dan basa basi. Setelah itu saya bisa lebih rileks dan mulai bisa ngobrol normal sama mereka, kami ngomongin masalah tugas-tugas dan pembagian interpreter yang 10 orang dengan mahasiswa yang jumlahnya 19 orang. Nggak sampe sejam meeting itu beres. Kami janjian sorenya kumpul dengan semua interpreter di KFC Cikini, terus bule-bule ini ditawarin sama mastom, kali aja mau ikut.&lt;br /&gt;mastom: "well, if you have time, please join us, all the interpreter will come"&lt;br /&gt;Jerina: "Wow! thats good idea, some of us have nothing to do this afternoon, we might come. Please write the address here (ngasih kertas sama pulpen)&lt;br /&gt;Mastom kemudian nulisin alamatnya KFC Cikini&lt;br /&gt;Jerina: "er.. what is KFC actually?"&lt;br /&gt;Mastom: "its kentucky fried chicken, a fastfood restaurant"&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba mereka langsung pasang muka kaget.&lt;br /&gt;Jerina: "So, you'll have a meeting in a fastfood restaurant? you sure?"&lt;br /&gt;Mastom: "Yes, its common here, besides the place is cozy too"&lt;br /&gt;Bule-bule itu ngangguk-ngangguk tapi masih muka bingung.&lt;br /&gt;Saya keluar akmani dengan wajah cerah ngerasa lebih PD. Sepanjang jalan ke KFC, mastom menjelaskan kenapa mereka bingung. Di Brussels, yang namanya restoran fastfood itu pintunya banyak, yang makan di sana juga orang yang emang buru-buru, mau kerja atau apalah yang butuh cepet-cepet, nggak kayak di indonesia, KFC buat rapat, buat nongkrong, hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya kami kumpul di KFC, mahasiswa belgia yang dateng bertambah beberapa orang. Kami mengobrol kenalan haha hihi. Hari pertama itu, mereka masih kaku, bgitu pun kami.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah melalui proses panjang, maka diputuskanlah saya akan bekerja dengan Kevin dan Jerina.&lt;br /&gt;Bersambung...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: pas saya baca ulang, saya agak keselek karena saya nggak konsisten pake saya pake aku, tapi udah males ngganti, saya lebih suka pake aku sebenernya, tapi yasudahlah...&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/3243868695048772142-6374258478469748022?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/6374258478469748022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=6374258478469748022' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/6374258478469748022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/6374258478469748022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2011/04/us-and-our-belgian-friends-pre-part.html' title='Us and Our Belgian Friends (Pre-Part)'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1H8DfFhcruQ/TZnZ4rr8jSI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/s5CeIBnV3tg/s72-c/blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-7941206371360239835</id><published>2011-03-03T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T05:34:37.083-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learning'/><title type='text'>Slow dance</title><content type='html'>I was just watching a japanese drama, 'slow dance', and I found something interesting. Afterall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you don't want to end up all alone, you should be more dependent on someone, in other words, you should depend on someone, more...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Being more dependent on someone doesn't mean that you are weak but it will make that 'someone' felt that he/she is reliable and valued because we need him/her. Most important, you'll be a lot stronger than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8aAosugyUPg/TW-XosBsE9I/AAAAAAAAA0I/i0cyRwT8Jx4/s1600/DSCN0280.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8aAosugyUPg/TW-XosBsE9I/AAAAAAAAA0I/i0cyRwT8Jx4/s400/DSCN0280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579845188604138450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found this picture of me and one of my friends, thought it's relevant with my post :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-7941206371360239835?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/7941206371360239835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=7941206371360239835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/7941206371360239835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/7941206371360239835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2011/03/slow-dance.html' title='Slow dance'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8aAosugyUPg/TW-XosBsE9I/AAAAAAAAA0I/i0cyRwT8Jx4/s72-c/DSCN0280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-4948159491292670354</id><published>2011-02-27T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T16:44:58.678-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learning'/><title type='text'>Oleh-Oleh Dari Tipar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tanggal 24 lalu, saya berkunjung ke Tipar, sebuah dusun terpencil di Purwokerto bersama Ibu, Bapak, 2 adik saya, dan Bibi Yah. Tipar adalah dusun di mana bapak lahir dan dibesarkan. TErakhir kali saya ke sana adalah 17 tahun lalu ketika saya masih TK. DAri Purwokerto kota, dibutuhkan waktu sekitar 1 jam menuju Tipar (kalo ngebut). Saya hanya mengingat samar-samar tentang Tipar 17 tahun lalu sehingga ketika mobil mulai memasuki daerah Rawalo, saya tidak bisa menebak bahwa kami telah masuk ke persimpangan menuju Tipar. Jalan awal ke sana sudah diaspal. Lurus dan tidak luas. Sepanjang jalan, kami disuguhi pemandangan sawah-sawah yang baru saja dipanen (bahasa jawanya panen padi itu "nderep")&lt;/span&gt;.  Bapak tidak hentinya bercerita, menunjuk-nunjuk ke persawahan dan gunung di sekitar kami, bernostalgia "dulu bapak sama makwo (nenek saya) pernah jalan mengelilingi gunung itu, di jalan bapak haus lalu dibelikan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;banyu asem&lt;/span&gt; sama makwo...", "dulu bapak sering main sepeda di sawah itu, jalan aspal ini belum ada..", "Nah! liat jembatan itu, dulu itu tempat bapak main, bapak masih inget banget...". Mobil melaju luruuuus dan jauh diiringi cerita bapak, sampai kemudian kami tiba pada jalan-jalan yang sangat kecil dan keropos, yang kemudian bercabang pada ujungnya. Mobil mengambil sisi kiri, memasuki jalan becek, licin dan tidak beraspal. Kiri kanan kami dipenuhi "alas" (hutan). Akhirnyaa, mobil berhenti di depan sebuah rumah yang dindingnya dominan kayu dan anyaman bambu. Ah ya! saya ingat, itu rumah yang 17 tahun lalu saya datangi.. Saya melirik ponsel saya, no signal. Senang sekali mendapati saya bisa berada di rumah itu lagi, dengan bapak dan ibu. Peluk cium dari Mbah (adik kakek saya) dan uwa menyambut kami. Bapak kelihatan senang sekali setelah 17 tahun tidak kembali ke kampung halamannya. Rumah Mbah masih sama, lantainya tetap tanah, bedanya mbah sudah punya kamar mandi, kami tidak perlu mandi ke sungai. Kamar mandi itu adalah sebuah bak yang dialiri air dari gunung. Sayangnya Mbah tidak punya WC, kami harus ke Masjid di bukit untuk buang air besar (karena saya nggak mau bab di sungai, hehe). Kami tiba saat sendekala (waktu magrib). Malamnya, banyak sekali saudara berdatangan mendengar kabar kedatangan kami. kami bersalaman, dan rata-rata uwa dan mbah pasti bilang begini ke saya "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;njenengan sapa? njenengan anake rasim mbok? MasyaAlloh, wiwit, wis gedi pisan, mbiyen pas teka agi cilik-cilik banget&lt;/span&gt;..". Tidak sedikit uwa yang menangis haru masih bisa bertemu kami. Setelah 17 tahun, banyak keluarga di Jawa yang sudah meninggal, begitupun di Bengkulu, mengharukan sekali malam berbagi cerita itu.&lt;br /&gt;Berpuluh tahun lalu (saya lupa tepatnya), Pakwo (kakek saya, ayah bapak), memutuskan untuk mencari peruntungan ke Sumatera bersama beberapa saudaranya. Sejak itulah keluarga Pakwo terpisah dan jarang sekali berkumpul. Saya sangat bersyukur pakwo memutuskan untuk pindah ke Sumatera. Kami sekarang hidup sangat nyaman di sana. Dan kehidupan kami di sana sudah cukup maju. Sejujurnya saya sedih melihat keadaan Tipar yang tidak jauh berbeda dengan 17 tahun lalu. Tidak banyak kemajuan yang berarti. Pemikiran penduduk di sana masih sama. Membesarkan anak, kemudian di umur belasan tahun dinikahkan. Saya sangat sedih ketika seorang uwa bilang&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "njenengan mbok urung kawin? arep nunggu apa?"&lt;/span&gt; atau &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"lah arep ngapa kuliah, susah-susah, andon ngentekke duit mbok".&lt;/span&gt; Seumuran saya di sana jarang sekali yang belum menikah, mereka juga banyak yang tidak menyekolahkan anak-anak karena sekolah dianggap tidak penting.&lt;br /&gt;Di sana, orang hebat adalah orang yang rumahnya berlantai keramik, punya banyak sawah, dan ukuran-ukuran lain yang menyangkut materi. Menurut bapak Tipar akan susah maju karena orang-orangnya masih berpola pikir jaman dulu. Saya hanya mengiyakan. sampai di hari ke dua, saya takjub sendiri. HAri itu kami berencana ziarah. Saya bangun kesiangan, ketika bangun, orang-orang sedang sibuk membicarakan perihal ibu yang tidak boleh ikut ziarah.&lt;br /&gt;mbah: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sing olih maring kuburan bapake wae, mbakayu ne ora usah melu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bapak: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"lah, ngapa toh yung?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mbah: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"mbok mbakayu ne priyayi, priyayi ora olih maring kuburan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bapak tersenyum menahan tawa. Ibu saya tidak diperbolehkan ziarah ke kuburan karena ibu adalah PNS, kalo jaman dulu, pegawai adalah priyayi, abdi belanda. Mbah kemudian mendengarkan penjelasan bapak, tetapi masih agak kekeuh bahwa ibu dan kami (yang dianggap anak priyayi) nggak boleh ikut ziarah. Pada akhirnya memang cuma bapak yang berangkat.&lt;br /&gt;Ah pokoknya banyak pengalaman baru di Tipar. Saya merasa sangat nyaman tinggal di rumah mbah meskipun listrik dan sinyal terbatas.&lt;br /&gt;Dan ini adalah oleh-oleh dari Tipar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uA19So5-3A0/TWrl69DDg8I/AAAAAAAAA0A/VxBXyQSxJ-I/s1600/DSCN0816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uA19So5-3A0/TWrl69DDg8I/AAAAAAAAA0A/VxBXyQSxJ-I/s200/DSCN0816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578523889434330050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VMfGFnW05Z0/TWrl6vthCiI/AAAAAAAAAz4/CEw7qQSfS3o/s1600/DSCN0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VMfGFnW05Z0/TWrl6vthCiI/AAAAAAAAAz4/CEw7qQSfS3o/s200/DSCN0812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578523885854329378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di Tipar sedang musim panen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5VJEk3B9sG4/TWrkbtl-RSI/AAAAAAAAAyA/w0Ltj9BPVYY/s1600/DSCN0762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5VJEk3B9sG4/TWrkbtl-RSI/AAAAAAAAAyA/w0Ltj9BPVYY/s200/DSCN0762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578522253198247202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yjvYpsY7QFY/TWrkcULosQI/AAAAAAAAAyY/d0uCPQibLB0/s1600/DSCN0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yjvYpsY7QFY/TWrkcULosQI/AAAAAAAAAyY/d0uCPQibLB0/s200/DSCN0766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578522263556763906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HoHacxHgrDI/TWrlZuX9gPI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/bJB8pXu4Uv0/s1600/DSCN0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HoHacxHgrDI/TWrlZuX9gPI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/bJB8pXu4Uv0/s200/DSCN0785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578523318559801586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VRYiOy3BXDw/TWrlZLcOB2I/AAAAAAAAAzI/N3BjZ1O_3lg/s1600/DSCN0783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VRYiOy3BXDw/TWrlZLcOB2I/AAAAAAAAAzI/N3BjZ1O_3lg/s200/DSCN0783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578523309182420834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SsC4RB4JXQM/TWrk1zjFi2I/AAAAAAAAAzA/jAaNLhSGvDU/s1600/DSCN0779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SsC4RB4JXQM/TWrk1zjFi2I/AAAAAAAAAzA/jAaNLhSGvDU/s200/DSCN0779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578522701473352546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5ZHQ0aU-LU/TWrk1A5ekrI/AAAAAAAAAyo/qGqxErl4Cb0/s1600/DSCN0774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5ZHQ0aU-LU/TWrk1A5ekrI/AAAAAAAAAyo/qGqxErl4Cb0/s200/DSCN0774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578522687877059250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C7udt1HDPOY/TWrkcdzEVkI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/bjbXghCBD0Q/s1600/DSCN0764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C7udt1HDPOY/TWrkcdzEVkI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/bjbXghCBD0Q/s200/DSCN0764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578522266138072642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NtGiYXq-FkM/TWrkbl5XoEI/AAAAAAAAAx4/t72p6Oar_10/s1600/DSCN0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NtGiYXq-FkM/TWrkbl5XoEI/AAAAAAAAAx4/t72p6Oar_10/s200/DSCN0757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578522251132117058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SWPfZYFAwAI/TWrk07q91YI/AAAAAAAAAyg/uZhTSGXcdPQ/s1600/DSCN0773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SWPfZYFAwAI/TWrk07q91YI/AAAAAAAAAyg/uZhTSGXcdPQ/s200/DSCN0773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578522686474016130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WcaUv2Qb29A/TWrk1sJG7lI/AAAAAAAAAy4/0AA-tG9ah-A/s1600/DSCN0777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WcaUv2Qb29A/TWrk1sJG7lI/AAAAAAAAAy4/0AA-tG9ah-A/s200/DSCN0777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578522699485343314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x2ofSx_9yfM/TWrlZqIfQBI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Y6Eft05AIJA/s1600/DSCN0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x2ofSx_9yfM/TWrlZqIfQBI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Y6Eft05AIJA/s200/DSCN0788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578523317421162514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehUviy8ODEs/TWrkcDg3Q6I/AAAAAAAAAyI/Y3RiRxLJ_PU/s1600/DSCN0763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehUviy8ODEs/TWrkcDg3Q6I/AAAAAAAAAyI/Y3RiRxLJ_PU/s200/DSCN0763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578522259082396578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suasana di sekitar rumah mbah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bei8FwgO2Gs/TWrj_ln2UJI/AAAAAAAAAxw/nGDGKnd7QI0/s1600/DSCN0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bei8FwgO2Gs/TWrj_ln2UJI/AAAAAAAAAxw/nGDGKnd7QI0/s200/DSCN0755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578521770022293650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HyEljMEQrI4/TWrj_HD1cjI/AAAAAAAAAxg/EgTGsK0uNoM/s1600/DSCN0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HyEljMEQrI4/TWrj_HD1cjI/AAAAAAAAAxg/EgTGsK0uNoM/s200/DSCN0750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578521761818178098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NTt1ThHcrV4/TWrj_WluriI/AAAAAAAAAxo/nHslEv8Qsu8/s1600/DSCN0752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NTt1ThHcrV4/TWrj_WluriI/AAAAAAAAAxo/nHslEv8Qsu8/s200/DSCN0752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578521765986872866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qpc9cpnrRE/TWrl6Uv30LI/AAAAAAAAAzw/zQO-1A9AvoU/s1600/DSCN0804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qpc9cpnrRE/TWrl6Uv30LI/AAAAAAAAAzw/zQO-1A9AvoU/s200/DSCN0804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578523878616453298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makanan-makanan sederhana tapi enak di Tipar :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9eRfo1bQ0iQ/TWrlaBj2dYI/AAAAAAAAAzo/GeSKXy4jNuY/s1600/DSCN0799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9eRfo1bQ0iQ/TWrlaBj2dYI/AAAAAAAAAzo/GeSKXy4jNuY/s200/DSCN0799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578523323709945218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KyAA0gcjXw0/TWrlZ2E3u6I/AAAAAAAAAzg/jTVHMGiDSbk/s1600/DSCN0791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KyAA0gcjXw0/TWrlZ2E3u6I/AAAAAAAAAzg/jTVHMGiDSbk/s200/DSCN0791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578523320627215266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum pulang, berpoto bersama keluarga mbah, Semoga kami masih bisa bertemu lagi lain kali, amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-4948159491292670354?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/4948159491292670354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=4948159491292670354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/4948159491292670354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/4948159491292670354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2011/02/oleh-oleh-dari-tipar.html' title='Oleh-Oleh Dari Tipar'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uA19So5-3A0/TWrl69DDg8I/AAAAAAAAA0A/VxBXyQSxJ-I/s72-c/DSCN0816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-9121348789833633594</id><published>2011-02-17T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T18:03:55.932-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>Who Needs Mindreader?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sebuah percakapan absurd saya (S) dan seorang teman (T) di damri AC Jurusan Jatinangor-Dipatiukur pada suatu pagi menjelang siang.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;S: Hey, aku lagi mikirin gimana kalo ada mindreader ya, pasti lebih mudah semuanya&lt;br /&gt;T: Mulai aneh, apalagi itu mindreader?&lt;br /&gt;S: ada alat yang bisa bikin kita tau pikiran orang dan kita bisa ngasih tau apa yang kita pikirkan ke orang lain, tanpa perlu ngomong.&lt;br /&gt;T: tapi kalo gitu nggak seru lagi, kita udah tau semua yang orang pikirin&lt;br /&gt;S: Justru di sana bagian serunya&lt;br /&gt;T: Aku malah serem kalo beneran ada alat kayak gitu, nanti kalo kita nggak suka sama orang dan orang itu bisa baca jelas dengan alat itu, gimana coba?&lt;br /&gt;S: Ya nggak apa, kalo kita bisa baca orang lain nggak suka sama kita, ada sebabnya kan, pikirin sendiri sebabnya&lt;br /&gt;T: Yaa, tapi kan jadi nggak enak perasaan kalo gitu&lt;br /&gt;S: Loh kenapa nggak enak, kalo kita jelas tau apa yang orang pikirin, ya tinggal gimana usaha kita ngadepin apa yang orang pikirin.&lt;br /&gt;T: Ah tetep aja nggak enak, serem ah..&lt;br /&gt;S: Masaa? Aku pengen banget ada alat yang kayak gitu&lt;br /&gt;T: Mau buat apa sih?&lt;br /&gt;S: Aku pengen orang tau apa yang aku pikirin yang aku rasain tanpa aku perlu ngomong dan seenggaknya biar aku tau apa tanggapan orang tentang itu tanpa perlu nanya lebih dulu&lt;br /&gt;T: ohh..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;dan kami pun terdiam, menatap jalanan cigareleng yang seumur-umur kami naik damri nggak pernah nggak macet.&lt;br /&gt;Oh mindreader, I really want to know their feeling and I want them to know mine too.&lt;br /&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/3243868695048772142-9121348789833633594?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/9121348789833633594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=9121348789833633594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/9121348789833633594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/9121348789833633594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2011/02/who-needs-mindreader.html' title='Who Needs Mindreader?'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-2018800217663807836</id><published>2011-02-13T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T18:07:38.711-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learning'/><title type='text'>Ganbatte Ne~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ketika saya membuka dashboard blogger pagi ini, saya berdoa untuk tidak berakhir seperti kemarin-kemarin, berakhir dengan satu dua kata yang terlantar.&lt;br /&gt;Ada begitu banyak hal yang muncul di pikiran saya, tapi tidak ada satu pun yang selesai tertulis. Saya merasa ada yang berubah. Dulu saya menulis apa pun untuk merasa lebih baik, tapi sekarang jika saya merasa kurang baik, kemudian menulis di sini, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it ended disgusting me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Saya sedang mengalami fase yang jauh berbeda dengan fase-fase yang pernah saya alami di 22 tahun hidup saya. Entahlah, begitu banyak hal yang terlintas, yang membuat malam-malam saya berakhir tanpa tidur, yang membuat saya seringkali lupa atas apa yang sedang saya lakukan, dan membuat saya merasa pada sepersekian detik saya adalah zombie, saya tidak bisa merasakan apa-apa, karena saya bingung. Well, this not as easy as I thought first. I'm feeling and thinking about future (now this sounds so scary), about to live on my own, about survival,, about passion and people expectation, about dream and reality.. Aah, those complicated things are mingling in my mind. Pernah tidak ketika benapas, kamu merasa seperti ada pasir di dada, nyesek, hehe.. dan itulah yang sering terjadi akhir-akhir ini. Haha, I guess this will end as sickening post. Ganbarimasuuu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyFull" title="Justify Full" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 13);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Justify Full" class="gl_align_full" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round?&lt;br /&gt;Will these memories fade when I leave this town&lt;br /&gt;I keep, keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;br /&gt;(Vitamin C-Graduation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear&lt;br /&gt;And i can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear&lt;br /&gt;Take the wheel and steer&lt;br /&gt;It's driven me before and it seems to have a vague&lt;br /&gt;Haunting mass appeal&lt;br /&gt;But lately I'm beginning to find I&lt;br /&gt;Should be the one behind the wheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Incubus-Drive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been three weeks, since I got a decent sleep&lt;br /&gt;I've a restless head and an empty bed, these dreams are killing me so,&lt;br /&gt;I keep on walking til the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt;(Scouting for Girls-Keep on Walking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wanna feel the warm breeze; Sleep under a palm tree&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rush of the ocean; Get onboard a fast train&lt;br /&gt;Travel on a jet plane, far away and breakaway&lt;br /&gt;(Kelly Clarkson-Breakaway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you're not defeated&lt;br /&gt;And soon you'll be smiling once again&lt;br /&gt;Then you won't have to feel it&lt;br /&gt;Let it go with the wind&lt;br /&gt;Time passes us by&lt;br /&gt;And know that you're allowed to cry&lt;br /&gt;(Delta Goodrem-Be Strong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another turning point; a fork stuck in the road.&lt;br /&gt;Time grabs you by the wrist; directs you where to go.&lt;br /&gt;So make the best of this test and don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;It's not a question but a lesson learned in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It's something unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;but in the end it's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Greenday-Time of Your Life)&lt;br /&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/3243868695048772142-2018800217663807836?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/2018800217663807836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=2018800217663807836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/2018800217663807836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/2018800217663807836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2011/02/ketika-saya-membuka-dashboard-blogger.html' title='Ganbatte Ne~'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-3489715142108068677</id><published>2011-01-30T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T15:15:37.587-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seorang teman pernah bertanya di suatu hari yang cerah, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Da, lo pernah nggak sih berantem sama dina? gue liat nggak pernah deh, temenan kan nggak seru da kalo nggak berantem, masa iya bisa lurus-lurus aja gituu&lt;/span&gt;". Saya cuma senyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Iyaa, postingan kali ini adalah tribute to dina. Jawaban pertanyaan di atas sebenernya simpel, "Because it is her, because she is dina...". Dina itu nggak pernah marah, nggak pernah bilang enggak, bukan karena nggak tegas, tapi karena dia, walaupun nggak bisa, pasti akan nyoba bantu dulu. Dina juga orang paling nyantai yang pernah saya temui. Di saat saya dan yang lain sedang kesal, setres, sedih, dina pasti mengeluarkan jurus andalannya, "yaudah siih..". Kalo udah keluar kata-kata itu, semua seolah tersugesti, yaudaah siih, lalu semuanya jadi baik-baik lagi.&lt;br /&gt;selama berteman, alhamdulilah kami nggak pernah berantem, saya kok ya nggak pernah punya alesan untuk sebel sama dina, tp saya yakin kalo saya sering bikin kesel dina :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me and Dina (2007-2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TUXutkDo2CI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Tvs7VPdh4g4/s1600/DSC01200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TUXutkDo2CI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Tvs7VPdh4g4/s200/DSC01200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568118980853946402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TUXuedydiAI/AAAAAAAAAw8/QCWvhDJ2j74/s1600/Image055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TUXuedydiAI/AAAAAAAAAw8/QCWvhDJ2j74/s200/Image055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568118721473251330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TUXueAa931I/AAAAAAAAAws/f4dUqQQkDkM/s1600/16436_1292289189557_1300084664_858167_2400062_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TUXueAa931I/AAAAAAAAAws/f4dUqQQkDkM/s200/16436_1292289189557_1300084664_858167_2400062_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568118713590079314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TUXud1HfMcI/AAAAAAAAAwk/0qn7m4Iv8nw/s1600/PC160396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TUXud1HfMcI/AAAAAAAAAwk/0qn7m4Iv8nw/s200/PC160396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568118710555587010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TUXudgkyc2I/AAAAAAAAAwc/t4tkNljjjfo/s1600/DSCN0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TUXudgkyc2I/AAAAAAAAAwc/t4tkNljjjfo/s200/DSCN0318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568118705041339234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Semoga akan ada 2012, 2013, 2014, dan seterusnya, amin..&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya ini postingan sehubungan dengan ulang tahun Dina ke 23 yang jatuh pada hari ini, jadii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 23rd BIRTHDAY DINA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always pray a fully blessed life for you, may you always be surprisingly happy in your every new day, and may we always be friends forever :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-3489715142108068677?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/3489715142108068677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=3489715142108068677' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/3489715142108068677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/3489715142108068677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-dina.html' title='Happy Birthday Dina'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TUXutkDo2CI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Tvs7VPdh4g4/s72-c/DSC01200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-3392399195935245324</id><published>2011-01-26T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T18:31:46.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>A Blast Wednesday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TUDUOfW4GYI/AAAAAAAAAvs/k1dexlSQxPs/s1600/DSCN0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TUDUOfW4GYI/AAAAAAAAAvs/k1dexlSQxPs/s200/DSCN0386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566682484830640514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TUDUNqmL6zI/AAAAAAAAAvU/o5LLv0oOGDE/s1600/DSCN0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TUDUNqmL6zI/AAAAAAAAAvU/o5LLv0oOGDE/s200/DSCN0382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566682470667774770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TUDS3Q3sBzI/AAAAAAAAAvE/wDw_kixMutY/s1600/DSCN0367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TUDS3Q3sBzI/AAAAAAAAAvE/wDw_kixMutY/s200/DSCN0367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566680986293110578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TUDUOD5LMuI/AAAAAAAAAvk/czuu5zUmkfA/s1600/DSCN0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TUDUOD5LMuI/AAAAAAAAAvk/czuu5zUmkfA/s200/DSCN0385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566682477458305762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Five hours full of laughter and stories, from Jatinangor-Giggle Box, Bandung-Jatinangor. I guess I'm gonna miss this kind of moment, all the precious moment with my great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember, we all stumble, every one of us.  That's why it's a comfort to go hand in hand.  &lt;/span&gt;~Emily Kimbrough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-3392399195935245324?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/3392399195935245324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=3392399195935245324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/3392399195935245324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/3392399195935245324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2011/01/blast-wednesday-night.html' title='A Blast Wednesday Night'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TUDUOfW4GYI/AAAAAAAAAvs/k1dexlSQxPs/s72-c/DSCN0386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-5495232850131194795</id><published>2011-01-24T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T08:57:07.585-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Story'/><title type='text'>Another Letter For Little Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear my little boy...&lt;br /&gt;Actually I wanted to write you last night, but I had to stay on my friends dorm so I had no chance to write. Yesterday was 23rd January 2011, ah! I didnt know whether I should wish you a happy birthday, because I still cant say that's a happy 'birth'day. It was definitely not a happy day though, hehe..&lt;br /&gt;So how's there kiddo? do you play any games at your age now? I wonder how big you might be eventhough I still don't know whether people grow up there.&lt;br /&gt;Well, kid, as I promised you a year ago, I could finally end my study . You know, I have a lot of ambitions, I have a lot of things I wanna do, I have a lot of things to tell you, but I know this space is just not enough for that. And I know, up there you're watching me.&lt;br /&gt;I am now 22 years old. I am at the age to determine my future, to fight for my passion, and I just want you to know, after all the time spending by struggling on everything, I remember you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;You're important person for me, because we are siblings, and siblings share heart. we might have no moment to stay together but I could feel you everywhere. You don't mean nothing to me, I want you to note that, my dear kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;Some week ago, I and my friends visited an orphanage for babies and kids. I met someone named ridho. He's 7 years old, I suddenly remembered you. Forgive me for still often imagining that you were here. I sometimes smile widely imagining that I might buy you some boys stuffs, the cute stuffs I love but I've never got :D. Well, I also often imagining how big you are now. Everytime I see kiddos around, I always feel happy, They are cute, and I'm sure, so are you now..&lt;br /&gt;My dear brother (I always wish someday I could have someone called by it :D), heaven must be really amazing so you went there first. Pray for me too kiddo, I want someday to meet you there, let's share a lot lot stories, I'll get you whatever you want, hm.. maybe, ice cream, yes, you'll definitely like it, no one hates ice cream. Then, let's play together to pay for the time we do not have now..&lt;br /&gt;Aah, I think this is a very bad letter brother, you know, while writing this, too many thoughts are dancing in my head, I just don't know what's the best part I should write you.&lt;br /&gt;Be good there my dear, because we're all doing good here. Mum, dad, mbak ian,  adek,  and me, we're all now living our life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;My only one brother, it has been long time since the last time I visited you, I hope next time when I come back home, we could meet :)&lt;br /&gt;At the end of this letter, I want to tell you that I'm now making people I love happy, including you, it's all about time to show you that I can be 'something'. Now,  it's clear that I am trying..&lt;br /&gt;Til we meet again my kiddo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Mba Wit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps. last night, before sleeping, I couldnt stop myself to say a happybirthday to you, when I said that,&lt;br /&gt;I really meant it. whatever happened 8 years ago, I was happy you were born, I am happy of you now,&lt;br /&gt;and I will always be grateful to God for 'YOU'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-5495232850131194795?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/5495232850131194795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=5495232850131194795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/5495232850131194795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/5495232850131194795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-letter-for-little-brother.html' title='Another Letter For Little Brother'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-4142478002652375764</id><published>2011-01-04T08:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T07:53:00.125-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Story'/><title type='text'>Have A Better Year Fellas</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year to those who celebrated it, me, I actually didnt celebrate the new year. I made resolutions almost everyday, not only once in a year :D. I used to spend my new year's eve sleeping. I called it one year sleeping, but since I'm here, in jatinangor, new year's eve is the night I waited the most after the night when there were meteor shower. Why oh why? FIREWORKS is the magic reasons. I'd love to go upstairs, staying in my balcony, and hardly held the sleepy head up, just to wait for the new year's eve fireworks. In Jatinangor, I've seen lots of fireworks from every corner of the town. they were awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This early new year's eve, I spent my night going to the cinema with my campuss friends, watching 'The Chronicles of Narnia-something'. I was overslept on some scenes :D&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back to the dorm and found out that my dorm mates were preparing for some little party on the balcony. Well, I had no reason to refuse, hadnt I? ;). I finally joined them while waiting for the fireworks show on 12.00 am.&lt;br /&gt;These are some pictures of our fun night from my pocket camera:&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSOpnp3ecfI/AAAAAAAAAsI/dvLwAZyQgek/s1600/DSCN0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSOpnp3ecfI/AAAAAAAAAsI/dvLwAZyQgek/s200/DSCN0160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558472863823852018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSOpngs1GaI/AAAAAAAAAsA/2Mxjp1M87kg/s1600/DSCN0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSOpngs1GaI/AAAAAAAAAsA/2Mxjp1M87kg/s200/DSCN0159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558472861363280290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSOpm-78wXI/AAAAAAAAAr4/kZoy8uLWbq8/s1600/DSCN0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSOpm-78wXI/AAAAAAAAAr4/kZoy8uLWbq8/s200/DSCN0145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558472852299891058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSOpm8JbCZI/AAAAAAAAArw/FEsdz9_Slqk/s1600/DSCN0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSOpm8JbCZI/AAAAAAAAArw/FEsdz9_Slqk/s200/DSCN0144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558472851551095186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSNQTGBIHrI/AAAAAAAAArY/4GNfClVOFFk/s1600/DSCN0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSNQTGBIHrI/AAAAAAAAArY/4GNfClVOFFk/s200/DSCN0116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558374654068399794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSNQS_iLiGI/AAAAAAAAArQ/slIyjZNFFn4/s1600/DSCN0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSNQS_iLiGI/AAAAAAAAArQ/slIyjZNFFn4/s200/DSCN0112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558374652327987298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSOpmqDTMJI/AAAAAAAAAro/WNTh6te3AG0/s1600/DSCN0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSOpmqDTMJI/AAAAAAAAAro/WNTh6te3AG0/s200/DSCN0135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558472846693576850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSNQTYM7z1I/AAAAAAAAArg/tDDMyoFdz80/s1600/DSCN0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSNQTYM7z1I/AAAAAAAAArg/tDDMyoFdz80/s200/DSCN0128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558374658949762898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSNQSAFkYUI/AAAAAAAAArI/dV6toJGeAWU/s1600/DSCN0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSNQSAFkYUI/AAAAAAAAArI/dV6toJGeAWU/s200/DSCN0106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558374635296547138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSNQSFb8MMI/AAAAAAAAArA/T39QKcKvi80/s1600/DSCN0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSNQSFb8MMI/AAAAAAAAArA/T39QKcKvi80/s200/DSCN0105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558374636732559554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSOtKb8IuZI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ZNXeqLF-UoU/s1600/DSCN0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSOtKb8IuZI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ZNXeqLF-UoU/s200/DSCN0121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558476759915608466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSOtKLNtaII/AAAAAAAAAsQ/isF9yFzZ61c/s1600/DSCN0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSOtKLNtaII/AAAAAAAAAsQ/isF9yFzZ61c/s200/DSCN0111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558476755425912962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And these better pictures were captured by my dorm mate's camera, Haris's. I took from facebook right after the photos were uploaded and I've been tagged there ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSSSWos6CwI/AAAAAAAAAso/GMzx5AffC6w/s1600/laugh%2Blaugh%2Blaugh%2Btogether.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSSSWos6CwI/AAAAAAAAAso/GMzx5AffC6w/s200/laugh%2Blaugh%2Blaugh%2Btogether.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558728757662583554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSSSWbefbFI/AAAAAAAAAsg/jG9_H1lG_vg/s1600/together%2Bwith%2Bfireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSSSWbefbFI/AAAAAAAAAsg/jG9_H1lG_vg/s200/together%2Bwith%2Bfireworks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558728754112457810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSSSW3-mSQI/AAAAAAAAAsw/lJ8TXuh1jUY/s1600/me%2Bn%2Bfireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSSSW3-mSQI/AAAAAAAAAsw/lJ8TXuh1jUY/s200/me%2Bn%2Bfireworks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558728761763318018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a full-blessed year ahead amigos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-4142478002652375764?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/4142478002652375764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=4142478002652375764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/4142478002652375764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/4142478002652375764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2011/01/have-better-year-fellas.html' title='Have A Better Year Fellas'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TSOpnp3ecfI/AAAAAAAAAsI/dvLwAZyQgek/s72-c/DSCN0160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-480938842509122488</id><published>2010-12-21T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T09:20:47.998-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learning'/><title type='text'>I Want to Grow Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.v7n.com/forums/attachments/forum-lobby/8597d1232624968-what-your-favorite-childhood-cartoons-1peter_pan800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.v7n.com/forums/attachments/forum-lobby/8597d1232624968-what-your-favorite-childhood-cartoons-1peter_pan800x600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peter Pan, Who doesnt love this sweet kiddo ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Suatu hari saya, bapak dan adek kedua saya pergi ke gramedia bersama. Di suatu sudut rak buku, saya menemukan sebuah buku yang hingga saat ini menjadi buku yang paling saya sayang, "Peter Pan, Return to Neverland".&lt;br /&gt;Setelah membaca buku itu, saya jatuh cinta sama peter pan. JM. Barry menurut saya adalah orang yang sangat jenius bisa menciptakan karakter seperti pan. Orang seumuran saya waktu itu kebanyakan berpikir untuk menjadi peter pan, "saya ingin menjadi anak-anak selamanya!" atau "menjadi dewasa itu rumit!".&lt;br /&gt;Jika suatu hari nanti ditemukan mesin waktu, saya mau kembali ke tahun 90an. Saya ingin kembali ke rumah pertama yang saya kenal, rumah tua dari kayu dua lantai. Saya ingin kembali duduk di ruang tengah bersama bapak tepat jam 9 malam, setlah dipaksa sikat gigi dan cuci kaki, menemani bapak menonton dunia dalam berita, kemudian tidur dan terbangun waktu subuh, menyapu halaman yang penuh dengan daun cermai sambil menunggu bapak pulang dari masjid dan menyapa setiap orang yang lewat. Pagi belum berakhir, saya akan melanjutkan membersihkan setiap sudut rumah kayu yang penuh kenangan itu. Ibu masih sibuk di dapur sejak dini hari, sementara bapak akan mulai kesibukannya dengan memberi makan ayam, bebek, angsa, dan burung2 merpati peliharaannya di belakang rumah, dan adik kedua saya masih lelap. Aktivitas pagi berakhir di meja makan, ritual sarapan yang wajib, kemudian kami akan berpisah hingga sore hari.&lt;br /&gt;Siang hari, sekolah selesai, saya kembali ke rumah kayu itu. Melepas sepatu dan meletakkannya di tempat sepatu, mengganti pakaian sekolah, makan siang, dan kemudian istirahat. Sore hari, ketika semua sudah kembali berkumpul di rumah, saya telah mandi dan siap berangkat mengaji di masjid depan rumah. Sore berakhir, saya akan kembali dengan ruang tengah rumah kayu itu, menyelesaikan semua pekerjaan rumah, sementara adik saya sibuk bermain, bapak menunggu dunia dalam berita, dan ibu menunggui kami dengan sulaman taplak meja ataupun sarung bantal. Semua terasa sangat sempurna. Saya sangat rindu senyum bapak saat berkomentar "wah tulisan mbak wit bagus, nek wis gede ini jadi jurnalis ini..", besoknya tulisan yang dipuji itu saya bawa terus ke sekolah, tidak bosan2 saya pandangi. Saya rindu saat2 saya dan nenek membuat manisan dari buah cermai di depan rumah kayu itu. Saya rindu Ibu yang melarang saya jajan tidak sehat di warung dan rela membuatkan apa pun makanan yang saya suka. Saya rindu minggu pagi ketika bapak mematikan TV yang sedang kami tonton karena kami belum mandi, saya rindu subuh minggu, ketika saya dan teman2 kecil saya lari pagi, bersama kakak2 sekitar rumah saya, saya ingat sekali kata2 kak ferdi ketika menyemangati kami lari pagi "ayo! ayo! lari, siapa cepat dapat istirahat!", kemudian saya akan sekuat tenaga lari mengimbangi kakak kakak saya, kemudian bisa ikut mereka istirahat, tidur2an di jalan yang masih sepi saat pagi. Saya rindu bermain monopoli, boneka, kartu, ular tangga dan permainan lainnya di rumah tetangga saya, rindu membaca topeng kaca, tidur siang bersama teman2 kecil. Saya rindu saat2 libur, ikut mengantarkan makanan ke sawah nenek. Saya akan memegang botol minum, berlari2 lincah menuruni jalan setapak bertanah, kemudian digendong di pundak bapak, menyebrangi sungai untuk sampai di pondok. Saya ingat sekali suatu hari, bapak menggendong adik saya, lian, sementara saya dituntun. Kami ingin menyebrangi sungai melewati sebuah batang kelapa yang berfungsi membendung sungai. Batang kelapa itu sudah licin, kami sangat berhati2, sampai tiba2 bapak terpeleset dan saya tertarik ke daerah bendungan yang dalam. Susah payah akhirnya kami berhasil naik. sampai di pinggir kami bersama2 menertawai baju kami yang basah kuyup. Di pondok sawah nenek, saya dan lian akan bermain sambil menonton orang2 yang bekerja, lian biasanya sangat ditunggu pekerja di sawah karena lian tidak malu2 selalu menyanyikan lagu2 nike ardilla dengan suara melengking. Mereka yang melihat pasti akan tertawa terpingkal2. Saya rindu bleki, anjing tetangga yang hitam garang, saya rindu anjing pertama kami, kumir, yang adalah anak dari bleki, pemberian tetangga kami. Saya masih ingat betul kumir pertama hitam tinggi, telinganya tegak, lidahnya hitam. Setiap orang yang melihatnya pasti akan memuji betapa tampan dan sangarnya anjing kami itu. Banyak orang menawar kumir dengan harga tinggi, bapak tidak secuilpun ada niat untuk melepaskan kumir. Saya masih ingat waktu jalan2 sore, saya kecil memegang rantai kumir, berlari2 mengikuti gerakan kumir memutari sekitar rumah. Hingga suatu hari kumir tidak pulang. Kami semua cemas, tetangga2 mengerahkan tenaga mencari kumir. Kumir pertama kami tidak pernah kembali. Bapak menemukannya di rumah seorang pemburu, kata bapak kumir kurus kering, hampir gila dan tidak lagi mengenali bapak. Hancur sekali rasanya perasaan saya waktu itu, kumir adalah teman saya sehari-hari. Tidak lama kemudian, seseorang datang ke rumah kami, mengantarkan kumir kedua, seekor anjing kecil, pemalas dan manja, sangat bertolak belakang dengan kumir pertama, telinga kumir kedua ini pun tidak tegak, melainkan menutup ke dalam. Susah payah kami akhirnya juga menyayangi kumir kedua yang ternyata sangat lucu, begitulah seterusnya, kumir akan selalu bergnti di rumah kami.&lt;br /&gt;Masa kecil yang paling menyenangkan adalah ketika saya dan teman2 sekitar rumah mengaji di tempat nenek han yang lumayan jauh. Kami mengaji dari sore hingga malam. Sepanjang jalan yang kami lewati sama sekali tidak ada lampu jalan, karena itulah kami membawa obor dari rumah. Saya benar2 ingin mengulangi masa-masa pulang mengaji dengan obor menyala di tiap tangan kanan kami, ah indahnyaa, sekarang mana ada yang begitu :')&lt;br /&gt;Banyak sekali hal-hal menyenangkan yang sangat indah buat saya ingat, dan jika dituliskan mungkin akan menjadi buku yang tebalnya menyaingi Harry Potter 4 :D&lt;br /&gt;Well, semua periode dalam hidup saya menyenangkan dengan cara yang berbeda, tetapi masa 90an adalah masa yang paling menyenangkan buat saya, perfect timing, perfect place, perfect family, perfect friends, ah everything felt just a way too perfect that time :)&lt;br /&gt;Dulu, setiap ingat masa-masa itu, saya selalu berpikir untuk tidak tumbuh dewasa, saya seandainya bisa akan memilih menjadi anak-anak selamanya.&lt;br /&gt;Saya selalu berpikir bahwa peter pan sangat beruntung karena tidak pernah tumbuh dewasa, tetapi itu dulu... setelah ke sekian kalinya membaca "peter pan, return to neverland", saya sadar bahwa menjadi peter pan adalah membosankan, bahkan wendy kemudian memutuskan meninggalkan peter pan dan ingin tumbuh dewasa. Peter pan adalah figur ego saya, peter pan ditokohkan dari egoisme orang2 seperti saya dulu. Pada kenyataannya, tidak ada yang benar2 ingin menjadi anak2 selamanya.&lt;br /&gt;Selama 22 tahun hidup saya, saya belajar banyak hal, dan saya sangat bersyukur diberi kesempatan tumbuh dan (menuju) dewasa. Seandainya saya adalah anak2 selamanya, saya tidak akan merasakan banyak hal. Saya memang ingin sekali kembali ke masa kecil, tapi, alasa utama saya ingin kembali adalah karena saya telah mengalami masa-masa setelah itu. Masa-masa setelahnya lah yang membuat masa kecil menjadi sangat berharga.&lt;br /&gt;Saya tetap mengagumi peter pan, yang secara tidak langsung memotivasi saya untuk berkembang, untuk tidak stuck pada satu keadaan yang dianggap nyaman, seperti peter pan di neverland. Saya harus keluar, saya harus mencoba banyak hal, saya harus belajar hal-hal yang saya belum ketahui, dan pada intinya, saya HARUS tumbuh dewasa, amin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was once thinking to be peter pan in neverland, to live a sweet life as a kid forever, but as time goes by, life's teaching me a lot of wonderful things. And now I'm 22 and I'm glad to say that I want to GROW UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, God, thankyou for giving me everyone and everything that make me what I am..&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/3243868695048772142-480938842509122488?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/480938842509122488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=480938842509122488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/480938842509122488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/480938842509122488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-want-to-grow-up_21.html' title='I Want to Grow Up'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-3795926363525006872</id><published>2010-12-21T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T08:19:16.999-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learning'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Holaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang saya udah 22 tahun. Bahagia sekali rasanya desember ini, meskipun no birthday cakes, no gifts, and almost no friends, but wait, it's still 'almost'. Thank God for Hundreds of bday wishes in my facebook, for loads of messages in my phone, and for many special phonecalls from families and bestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;Banyak cerita lucu ulang tahun kali ini, yang paling lucu, yang bikin ngakak, adalah teman saya anita, yang ngucapin selamat ulang tahun sebulan kecepetan. Ceritanya pas 11 November si nita ini dengan pedenya nelpon subuh2 nyanyiin lagu selamat ulang tahun, ahaha kalo inget pengen ketawa ampe nangis *gomeeen nitaa*. Nah pas 11 desember kemaren nita ngucapin lagi, terus yang bikin makin ngakak ada embel2 gini "yang jelas SAYA BANGGA menjadi yang pertama", yaiyalah sebulan yang lalu udah ngucapin duluan :)).&lt;br /&gt;Terus ada lagi temen saya yang saya panggil yongjay, si yongjay ini ngucapin selamat ulang tahunnya kecepetan sehari, saya protes, terus dia dengan pedenya bilang "yaelah ultahnya 3 hari lagi kan? LEBIH CEPAT LEBIH BAIK" ahaha, saya ngakak2 juga waktu itu.&lt;br /&gt;Terus ada juga yang mengharukan, ucapan selamat ulang tahun dari murid les inggris saya waktu SMA, dulu dia masih seiprit, sekarang udah jadi anak kuliahan, katanya "selamat ulang tahun my english teacher", di like pulak sama kakaknya, ah terharu banget :')&lt;br /&gt;Hampir saja ulang tahun nangis2 sendirian, untung saya sadar, saya masih beruntung dengan semua yang saya dapat saat ini, sangat beruntung malah, Alhamdulilah ya Allah.. Saya sadar betul nggak boleh menuntut apa2 yang saya pengen, di umur 22 ini ketendang banget sama lirik lagu The Fray, katanya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"in the end, everyone ends up alone"&lt;/span&gt;. Karena itulah harus belajar survive sendirian, you know, you need someone to rely on, but hey, no one actually really cares. Bukannya saya mengutuk2, sama sekali tidak, itu adalah pelajaran yang sangat berharga, yang harus menunggu 22 tahun untuk saya dapatkan. And in many ways, you couldnt just expect people would think the way you think, people would do the way you do. Setiap orang punya ekspektasi, saya juga, dan nampaknya saya harus menurunkan ekspektasi2 saya untuk mencapai apa yang disebut "happiness" :).&lt;br /&gt;Hari ulang tahun saya akhiri dengan sangat senang dan damai, terimakasih riyanita nitut, tetangga kamar paling jahil sedunia yang membuat saya tidak jadi sendirian. Sehabis magrib saya bingung, saya nggak mau menghabiskan hari istimewa yang setahun sekali, hanya dengan duduk diam di kamar. Dan taraaa, akhirnya nita mau menemani saya berjalan kaki mengitari nangor. Kami keluar sekitar hampir jam sembilan. Baru kali itu saya menyusuri jalan nangor dengan berjalan kaki, malam hari pula. Rasanya segar sekali. Cuaca sangat dingin waktu itu, saya pakai jaket saya paling tebal, pake kaos kaki, tidak lupa syal di leher, persis orang aneh. Saya tidak peduli tatapan2 aneh orang2 yang saya temui. Saya berharap di tengah dinginnya malam, tiba2 mulut saya mengeluarkan embun saking dinginnya, kemudian saya mengusap2 telapak tangan yang kedinginan, dan kemudian kami mampir di kedai sake, menghangatkan badan, lalu tak lupa pula memesan semangkuk mi ramen panas, ahaha.. ini adalah khayalan saya waktu itu. Pada kenyataannya, sepanjang jalan kami harus bertebal muka dari godaan pria2 gila di sepanjang jalan. Malam saya akhiri dengan seporsi sate padang, perfecto :)&lt;br /&gt;Dan hey! siapa bilang nggak ada kado, Tanggal 16 Desember adalah hari yang harus tercatat di kalender hidup saya, akhirnya saya menyelesaikan ujian sidang saya dengan lancar. Kado terindah ini tidak lepas dari doa2 keluarga dan teman2, di hari ulang tahun saya, banyak sekali ucapan "sukses ya sidangnya nanti..", terimakasih ceman2 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;22 tahun dan bisa dikatakan 'selesai' studi, saya sedang berpikir keras mau menghabiskan sisa hidup saya dengan apa untuk bisa survive, yang jelas Alhamdulilah ya Allah, thankyou for giving me everything and everyone that make me what I am now :)&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/3243868695048772142-3795926363525006872?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/3795926363525006872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=3795926363525006872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/3795926363525006872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/3795926363525006872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-1419738981713367526</id><published>2010-12-08T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T10:01:12.966-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learning'/><title type='text'>Bangkok Traffic Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-dLut6YbWAQ/TJCX3Gx3HVI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Mu_G32iJA-A/s1600/meylee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-dLut6YbWAQ/TJCX3Gx3HVI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Mu_G32iJA-A/s1600/meylee2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A friend promoted me this movie some months ago, guaranteed me that I wont be bored watching this movie. At that time I was just saying 'yes, I'll go find it' but I never seriously catched for this movie. This is a Thai movie. I've watched some Thai's, but they're all horror movies. A month ago, I finally watched it. I was so surprised, that movie was extremely fresh, I laughed along most of the movie, and yet held my tears in some scenes ;)&lt;br /&gt;It's fresh because of its unordinary funny and touchy scenes.&lt;br /&gt;From the tittle, you absolutely find out that high possibility that this is a romantic movie. YES, this is sweet but not sickening (well, you know some romantic movies are just disgusting :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A quote I remembered from this movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Li : "How if you have a boyfriend but he's not available to eat with you? He doesnt have time to go anywhere with you. Then whats the use of having a boyfriend?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ped : "Li, people dont have boyfriends and girlfriends to be together at all the time. They have couple to know that there's still someone who loves them"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, isnt that sweet :3&lt;br /&gt;Almost in all scenes during the movie, I felt like I'm seeing so familiar lifestyle. The traffic in Bangkok was not so different with Jakarta and other cities in Indonesia. There were also public transportation by motorcycle similar with 'ojek'. People there watched dramas on TV, so similar with sinetron in Indonesia. One different thing, we dont have monorail in Jakarta *praying for Jakarta's monorail 2011*.&lt;br /&gt;Well, seeing life in another part of this world is totally nice. I saw some similarity, then laugh. I found differences to think of. But in the end, I got fun. I was once there, in Bangkok, I was once experiencing the traffic there.. Someday I hope I can be there for one more time :)&lt;br /&gt;Nah! ini adalah beberapa gambar yang saya ambil di tahun lalu (dari dalam bus). Liat gambar pertama dari kiri, gambar itu saya ambil ketika bus yang saya naiki terjebak kemacetan yang parah (kayaknya sih di sana tiap hari macet begitu). Saya inget banget, bus sama sekali nggak bergerak dari hari terang sampai gelap. Bus itu kebetulan terhenti tepat di depan pasar yang ramai dan kelihatan agak semrawut, saking lamanya macet, si Ben, tour guide selama di sana sempat ke pasar dulu dan membelikan pisang goreng (rasanya enak, mirip2 sama pisang goreng indo).&lt;br /&gt;Gambar ke-2 dan 3 adalah view kota Bangkok. Gambar ke-4 adalah gambar yang saya ambil dadakan ketika bus melewati sebuah masjid di tengah2 kota Bangkok :).&lt;br /&gt;Gambar ke-5 adalah bekas istana raja yang sekarang jadi tempat wisata (kalo di Bangkok Traffic Love Story disebut Taman Siam/Istana Siam). Nah, gambar terakhir adalah suasana sepanjang jalan kota Bangkok setiap awal Desember. Karena Raja mereka ulang tahun, maka suasana kota dibuat semeriah mungkin sebagai bentuk kecintaan mereka pada raja.&lt;br /&gt;Sayang sekali saya hanya bisa mengambil foto-foto ini dari dalam bus yang berjalan, tapi yaa.. lumayanlah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TP--d8B8UNI/AAAAAAAAAp8/1Wk0LmaovD0/s1600/PC020383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TP--d8B8UNI/AAAAAAAAAp8/1Wk0LmaovD0/s200/PC020383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548362687483498706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TP--dRcthBI/AAAAAAAAAp0/8t7_BhQ5bgE/s1600/PC020382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TP--dRcthBI/AAAAAAAAAp0/8t7_BhQ5bgE/s200/PC020382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548362676053050386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TP--cAJj-zI/AAAAAAAAApc/OV8iNB5idbE/s1600/PC020376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TP_AatkJmII/AAAAAAAAAqE/ix22fqAzBxk/s200/PC020385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548364831084091522" border="0" /&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/3243868695048772142-1419738981713367526?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/1419738981713367526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=1419738981713367526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/1419738981713367526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/1419738981713367526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/12/bangkok-traffic-love-story.html' title='Bangkok Traffic Love Story'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-dLut6YbWAQ/TJCX3Gx3HVI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Mu_G32iJA-A/s72-c/meylee2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-5846592421803546956</id><published>2010-12-08T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T08:01:58.857-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learning'/><title type='text'>Why Are You That Strong, Yankumi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img3.lln.crunchyroll.com/i/spire1/01262008/4/e/4/7/4e47dbd713c5a0_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 196px;" src="http://img3.lln.crunchyroll.com/i/spire1/01262008/4/e/4/7/4e47dbd713c5a0_full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Yankumi, among her students, ah how I really admire you sensei..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Students: "why are you that strong?"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yankumi: "because I want to protect everyone important for me" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is one scene from 'Gokusen', my most favorite dorama, happened after yankumi, a teacher, saved the students from some culprits who beated them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Well, I want to be strong like Yankumi.. Then everyone, let's be strong! :)&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/3243868695048772142-5846592421803546956?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/5846592421803546956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=5846592421803546956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/5846592421803546956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/5846592421803546956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/12/students-why-are-you-that-strong.html' title='Why Are You That Strong, Yankumi?'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-1700524356347119329</id><published>2010-11-13T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T06:25:54.185-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learning'/><title type='text'>Another Way to Learn by Korean's Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyonghaseooo :)&lt;br /&gt;Akhir-akhir ini saya suka banget nonton drama korea. Padahal dulu dibayar sejuta kayaknya ogah mesti nonton drama yang panjangnya kaya puluhan gerbong kereta api. Saya dulu trauma sama drama korea. Pernah ketika SMP saya terjebak di suatu sore, duduk manis di depan TV, dengan badan wangi habis mandi. Saya sangat berharap mendapat suguhan yang menyenangkan, ternyataa.. ada sebuah drama korea yang settingnya di Bali lagi tayang. Drama itulah yang bikin saya kapok nonton korea2an. Sepanjang episode kali itu, saya nangis, banjir, biar udah wangi juga jadi kayak belum mandi. Besoknya saya masih baik, saya pantengin lagi itu drama, lagi, saya nangis liat si tokoh utama yang selaluuu nangis di setiap adegan. Saya nggak suka nangis2 terus gara2 nonton drama itu.&lt;br /&gt;Ternyataa benar bahwa benci itu beda selapis sama suka, nah sekarang saya lagi seneng nonton drama korea (walopun masih milih2 juga). Setelah nonton beberapa drama, saya jadi sadar dan paham, kenapa banyak cewek (dan cowok juga) yang tergila-gila drama korea.&lt;br /&gt;Berikut adalah poin2 kenapa saya mulai menyukai drama korea.&lt;br /&gt;1. Yang paling saya suka adalah penampakan rumah ataupun flat tempat tinggal toko2hnya. Well, saya belum pernah ke korea, tapi dari drama2 yang sudah saya tonton, saya sukaaaaa tempat tinggal mereka. Mereka, orang korea sepertinya mengatur tempat tinggal mereka dengan sangat nyaman dan hangat. Warna-warna yang 'warm', perabotan yang semuanya 'soft' dan 'sweet', dan keseluruhan rumah yang menyenangkan. Kayaknya sih itu perabotannya pake ikea semua tapi bagus. Rumah mereka nggak digambarkan  mewah, besar, tapi biasanya hanya satu kotak kecil rumah atau flat yang simpel dan 'heartwarming', menjadikan apa yang kita lihat lebih real :)&lt;br /&gt;2. Gaya hidup mereka, saya sukaa, hampir semua tokoh2 yang saya tonton mengerjakan pekerjaan rumah sendiri, nggak perlu membayar beberapa orang buat masak, nyuci, dan bersihin rumah. Mereka, sesibuk apa pun bekerja, punya waktu buat ngurusin diri sendiri, dan mandiri dalam segi finansial. Orang2 sana juga masih kuat sekali adat sopan santunnya, dari cara berbicara sampai cara bersikap pada yang lebih tua. Biarpun banyak orang menentang segala macam hal yang berbau feodalism. Sejujurnya saya senang bisa hormat sama orang yang lebih tua. Senang melihat di drama korea, mereka menundukkan kepala tiap bertemu rekan-rekan, menjaga sikap duduk, ah semuanya. Saya juga suka liat gaya mereka yang lebih sering jalan kaki kemana2. Korea kayakya sangat menyenangkan, transportasi umumnya juga nyaman. Yang bagus-bagus gini yang harus kita contoh :)&lt;br /&gt;3. Pernah dengar selentingan yang bilang bahwa bekerja di perusahaan korea sangatlah penuh tekanan? Kalo saya lihat dari drama2 yg saya tonton, sepertinya iya. Tetapi tekanan ini bukanlah tekanan yang nggak masuk akal. Beberapa drama menunjukkan bagaimana si tokoh utama berjuang sangaaat keras meraih sesuatu yang diharapkannya. Sepanjang cerita tentu banyak hambatan yang muncul, tetapi hambatan di sini adalah hambatan yang fair dan normal, bukan hambatan dari orang2 jahat yang selalu diceritakan negatif dan menyabotase semua usaha si tokoh protagonis. Mereka orang-orang yang bertekad kuat, kita juga harus begitu, berusaha memungkinkan apa yang nggak mungkin :)&lt;br /&gt;4. Cowok ganteng juga menjadi daya tarik drama korea, banyak cewek2 yang pingsan, hehe.. liat pemeran-pemeran yang saking tampannya kalo dipakein kerudung juga cantik.  Cewek2 korea juga nggak kalah menarik hati kaum pria. Biarpun penampakan itu udah operasi sana sini, who cares? toh kita cuma liat di layar kan ;). Ah untungnya saya setia sama Jason Statham :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyFull" title="Justify Full" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 13);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Justify Full" class="gl_align_full" border="0" /&gt;5. Yang paling pentiiiiinggg yang saya yakini membuat banyak orang kecanduan drama korea adalah... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"there's always things you surely cant have in your real life but can be found in korean's drama"&lt;/span&gt;. Ada hal2 yang manis, yang dimimpikan semua orang, yang nggak semuanya bisa didapatkan setiap orang di kehidupan nyata, tapi ada di drama korea. Average of the stories are full of sugar, hal2 yang seperti cerita negeri dongeng bisa kita tonton dengan pemeran manusia nyata. satu kata, sangat MENGHIBUR (aduh, saya terlalu semangat ampe kepencet kepslok). Dan yang pasti banyak pelajaran hidup yang saya dapat dari menonton drama korea, pelajaran yang nggak saya dapat sebelumnya, entah karena saya tidak pernah berada dalam situasi tersebut, atau karena saya bahkan tidak tahu bahwa ada hal2 seperti itu dalam hidup sehari2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya nggak peduli dibilang banci atau apalah julukan untuk yang suka nontonin drama korea. Well, saya menonton apapun yang menurut saya ada hikmahnya (tesaaaaah). Well, you dont always learn from books, there's something that's not written in books but could be found in real life, have a nice sunday amigos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoiler tentang 3 drama yang baru saya tonton dan ketiganya bagus, reccomended :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wordyliz.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/A-Moment-To-Remember.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 201px;" src="http://www.wordyliz.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/A-Moment-To-Remember.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blognyamonica.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/woman_kimbum4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 201px;" src="http://blognyamonica.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/woman_kimbum4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dvdmurah.net/images/large/best-chef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 202px;" src="http://dvdmurah.net/images/large/best-chef.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyFull" title="Justify Full" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 13);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;1. A Moment to Remember&lt;br /&gt;ceritanya tentang pasangan yang istrinya terkena alzheimer, mereka berusaha sekuat mungkin membuat si istri sebisa mungkin mengingat hal2 penting, tapi nggak bisa, bahkan si istri lupa sama suaminya. Film ini sedih, saya ampe sesenggukan dan pusing gara2 nangis2. Tapi secara keseluruhan filmnya bagus menurut saya, bagus banget malah. Subhanallah ada orang macam begitu yaa.. quote dari film ini :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;“Do not always feel happy about your life. Life can be cruel and unpredictable”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Girls Who Still Want to Marry&lt;br /&gt;Ceritanya tentang 3 perempuan yang berusia 34 tahun dan belum menikah, ketiganya punya masalah yang berbeda, sangat menarik, buat cewek2 bagus ditonton, banyak pelajarannya :)&lt;br /&gt;3. Le Grand Chef/Best Chef&lt;br /&gt;Bercerita tentang dua chef yang dilatih memasak di tempat yang sama tapi kemudian mengambil jalan yang berbeda. Nantinya mereka berdua bersaing, gila mereka masaknya pinter banget, terus ceritanya nggak cuma masak2 tapi juga ada unsur cerita sejarahnya, jadi makin menarik.&lt;br /&gt;Baiklah, selamat menonton temaaaan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-1700524356347119329?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/1700524356347119329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=1700524356347119329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/1700524356347119329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/1700524356347119329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/11/another-way-to-learn-by-koreans-drama.html' title='Another Way to Learn by Korean&apos;s Drama'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-4992773433513925515</id><published>2010-10-19T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T08:04:22.808-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Galau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skripsweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>Only God Knows Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FMBM5JvKQ0s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FMBM5JvKQ0s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;People don't know about the things I say and do&lt;br /&gt;They don't understand 'bout the shit that I've been through&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since I've been home&lt;br /&gt;I've been gone, I've been gone for way too long&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I forgot all things I miss&lt;br /&gt;Oh, somehow I know there's more to life than this&lt;br /&gt;I said it too many times&lt;br /&gt;And I still stand firm&lt;br /&gt;You get what you put in&lt;br /&gt;And people get what they deserve&lt;br /&gt;Still I ain't seen mine&lt;br /&gt;No, I ain't seen mine&lt;br /&gt;I've been giving just ain't been gettin'&lt;br /&gt;I've been walking that there line&lt;br /&gt;So I think I'll keep on walking&lt;br /&gt;With my head held high&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep moving on and only God knows why..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid Rock-Only God Knows Why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-4992773433513925515?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-3738827738808412328</id><published>2010-10-07T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T09:17:15.192-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>D'SEIGA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone turned to me and asked&lt;br /&gt;"How many friends have you?"&lt;br /&gt;Why 10 or 20 friends I believe&lt;br /&gt;And began to named a few...&lt;br /&gt;A blessed one you are&lt;br /&gt;To have so many friends&lt;br /&gt;But think of what you're saying...&lt;br /&gt;A friend is just not someone&lt;br /&gt;To whom you say "Hello"&lt;br /&gt;A friend is a tender shoulder&lt;br /&gt;On which to softly cry&lt;br /&gt;A well to pour your troubles down&lt;br /&gt;And raise your spirits high&lt;br /&gt;A friend is a hand to pull you up&lt;br /&gt;From darkness and despair...&lt;br /&gt;When all your other "so called" friends&lt;br /&gt;Have helped to put you there&lt;br /&gt;A true friend is an ally&lt;br /&gt;Who can't be moved or bought&lt;br /&gt;A voice to keep your name alive&lt;br /&gt;When others have forgot&lt;br /&gt;But most of all a friend has a true heart&lt;br /&gt;For from the hearts of friends&lt;br /&gt;There comes the greatest love of all!&lt;br /&gt;So think about all this&lt;br /&gt;For every word is true&lt;br /&gt;And once again answer please...&lt;br /&gt;How many friends have you?&lt;br /&gt;After much thought I answered&lt;br /&gt;I really only have just one&lt;br /&gt;"It's You!"&lt;br /&gt;A Friend Is Always Special&lt;br /&gt;Because Friends Love You&lt;br /&gt;Just Because You're You!&lt;br /&gt;(author unknown)&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D'Seiga stands for : DuabelasS IIA 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="q"&gt;About Us (taken from D'Seiga's official friendster): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kami : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;= sebuah perkumpulan yg terbentuk karena satu kelas pas eSeMA, jd rada kepaksa gitu deh ngbentuknya he,, (main2 woi!!!) =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;= ex siswa eSeMA yg setiap hari senin selalu tertib mengikuti upacara bendera, yg setiap hari jumat selalu tertib senam pagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;= 24 cowok najis n 18 cewek kotor (??) yg setiap hari selalu belajar bersama selama 2 tahun di eSeMA 1 cuRup (2004-2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;= berharap bisa menjadi orang2 yg sukses dan tenar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;= ingin tetap menjadi saudara sampai kapanpun, walaupun beda ayah-beda ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;= bekerjasama satu kelas secara terperinci dan terencana dalam menyelesaikan Ujian Nasional 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;= saling menyayangi, saling membenci, saling berbagi, dan saling rebutan dalam segala hal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;= anti rasisme dan terorisme, pro bgt ma narsisme.. =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;= memiliki maskot yg berlidah seperti reptil, sTeVe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;= selalu berdo'a agar bisa masuk sorga///// AMIEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;= diasuh oleh bu Nining (2004-2005) dan pak Dominant (2005-2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;= menjadi juara umum Liga SMANSA 2005, hwa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Kami adalah Kami..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; yg akan menyimpan indah semua kenangan atas nama d'seiGa,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; atau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mungkin malah mengendapkannya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I heart you much D'Seiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For me friends are like stars,&lt;br /&gt;you cant always see them but they're always there&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/3243868695048772142-3738827738808412328?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/3738827738808412328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=3738827738808412328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/3738827738808412328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/3738827738808412328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/10/dseiga.html' title='D&apos;SEIGA'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TK2j4y8EGgI/AAAAAAAAAmE/xcZxXSybuu0/s72-c/34712_1413478463046_1415093257_30902545_1546731_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-5506554026291342579</id><published>2010-10-03T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T06:35:39.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learning'/><title type='text'>Es Krim Simpel Dari 'Pondan'</title><content type='html'>Siapa yang nggak suka Es Krim? *waktu ngetik ini aja saya ngileer ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya suka makan es krim dan kata ibu saya eskrim yang sehat itu bukan es krim abal2 yang dibuat plus pewarna dan pemanis buatan. Paling aman sih mengkonsumsi es krim2 dari walls, campina, dan sejenisnya (dibandingkan es krim sembarangan yang lainnya lumayanlah meskipun sepertinya tetap mengandung pengawet).&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang perjalanan saya makan es krim, es krim yang paling berbeda adalah eskrim di Ragusa (semacam tempat eskrim jadul di Jalan Veteran, Jakarta). Rasa es krimnya standar (banget malah), tapi sekali telan, saya bisa merasakan bahwa es krimnya beda dengan eskrim2 yang pernah saya makan. Sangat enak di tenggorokan, sama sekali tidak membuat tenggorokan seret.&lt;br /&gt;Well, suatu hari ketika sedang belanja bulanan di sebuah supermarket, saya melihat satu spot yang memajang produk2 berbagai bahan makanan instan dari 'pondan', mulai dari pancake, brownies, blackforest, dan ternyata ada es kriiimm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs494.ash1/26968_356476700652_566505652_4056988_900756_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 235px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs494.ash1/26968_356476700652_566505652_4056988_900756_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Inilah contoh produknya biar nggak bingung nyari2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nah, waktu saya pulang kemarin, saya mencoba membuat es krim vanilla chocochips 'pondan'. Mudah sekali dan hasilnya nggak kalah sama es krim walls, bisa dimakan sekeluarga lagi :).&lt;br /&gt;Pertama silahkan beli bahan es krim instan 'pondan', bebas mau rasa apa, ada durian, coklat, vanilla, dll. Harganya juga nggak mahal, belasan ribu saja. Kemudian siapkan alatnya, yaitu gelas ukur dan mixer. Bahan es krim tinggal dimixer dengan 300 cc air es (ingat, air es yaa) sampai mengembang (sampai kalau dibalik nggak tumpah). Lalu masukkan chocochips yang sudah ada di kemasan, diaduk pakai solet, tuang ke dalam wadah, masukkan ke dalam freezer dan tunggu kurang lebih tiga jam. Taraaa! jadi deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ini adalah hasil dari belajar kemaren:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Es krim ini nggak mahal, sangat bagus buat ibu-ibu, kakak-kakak, siapapun yang suka es krim tapi nggak mau boros beli es krim diluar.&lt;br /&gt;*Di kemasan ditulis biar es krimnya makin enak tambahkan dua sendok makan susu bubuk ke dalam air es, saya benar2 menambahkan dua sendok makan susu bubuk, dan es krim saya jadinya terlalu kelat karena susu. Enak sih tapi ketika disajikan, lama kelamaan rasanya jadi kayak minum susu kental manis, cepet eneg juga jadi saran saya cukup kasih satu sendok makan susu bubuk ke dalam 300cc air es yang akan dimixer bersama adonan instan es krim.&lt;br /&gt;*Waktu es krim sudah dimasukkan ke freezer, pastikan suhu kulkas dalam keadaan cold, biasanya untuk kulkas-kulkas rumah, seperti di rumah saya yang isinya hanya bahan2 masak, suhunya disetting hanya dingin standar. Dengan suhu standar, es krim nggak akan beku sampe seminggu juga. Jadi ubah suhu ke kondisi cold dulu.&lt;br /&gt;*Es krim ini setelah dingin bisa langsung dinikmati. Polos aja udah enak, tapi nggak ada salahnya dikasih variasi, jadi lebih enak. Kemarin saya menambahkan nutrijell coklat, enaaak :). Bisa juga ditambahkan potongan buah untuk yang suka fruity ice cream. Atau ditambahkan meses, atau juga kismis, atau juga maple syroup *EH! becanda :D. Tapi jangan lupa kalo tambahannya yang manis-manis (sejenis meses, kismis, dll), ada baiknya nggak usah dicampur susu adonanya, nanti manis plus manis plus susu malah bikin yg makan cepet eneg.&lt;br /&gt;*Kalo biasanya bikin es krim ribet, mesti dikeluarkan dari freezer dan diaduk tiap jam, es krim 'pondan' ini nggak perlu, setelah masuk ke freezer, kita bisa langsung pergi main basket sama tetangga, nggak masalah karena inilah kelebihannya, nggak perlu diaduk berulang kali tiap jam kayak es krim biasanya.&lt;br /&gt;*Di kemasan dituliskan es krim ini untuk 5 porsi, tapi kenyataanya bisa loh buat 10 porsi ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TKiAZ9XVrEI/AAAAAAAAAk0/fMKD4wyQsxU/s1600/Image100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TKiAZ9XVrEI/AAAAAAAAAk0/fMKD4wyQsxU/s200/Image100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523806126427450434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TKiAZmVbZ_I/AAAAAAAAAks/uYE9sIjkKX0/s1600/Image103_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TKiAZmVbZ_I/AAAAAAAAAks/uYE9sIjkKX0/s200/Image103_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523806120245422066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah hasil mainan saya waktu itu, karena keterbatasan kamera jadinya gambarnya nggak menarik padahal aslinya sangat menggugah selera, hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What I really love of being at home is that I can cook every food I wanna cook with complete free cooking equipments and materials :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-5506554026291342579?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/5506554026291342579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=5506554026291342579' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/5506554026291342579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/5506554026291342579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/10/eskrim-simpel-dari-pondan.html' title='Es Krim Simpel Dari &apos;Pondan&apos;'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TKiAZ9XVrEI/AAAAAAAAAk0/fMKD4wyQsxU/s72-c/Image100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-8423026252593820668</id><published>2010-10-02T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T00:59:16.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unbelievable Trip To ASEAN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Story'/><title type='text'>A Worth Destination, Siem Reap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TKgtOlA1XnI/AAAAAAAAAkc/uvvdrmxTLxw/s1600/PC010277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TKgrCy1ZvqI/AAAAAAAAAj0/zk6KybL9G4M/s200/PC010258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523712269975404194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angkor Wat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TKgppF9jPhI/AAAAAAAAAjM/cB_JTr3FsNA/s1600/PB300176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TKgppF9jPhI/AAAAAAAAAjM/cB_JTr3FsNA/s200/PB300176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523710728921628178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TKgpoQ1xjuI/AAAAAAAAAjE/J-MQG-ePjG4/s1600/PB300175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TKgpoQ1xjuI/AAAAAAAAAjE/J-MQG-ePjG4/s200/PB300175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523710714661932770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spider Village&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pagi ini Siem Reap, sebuah kota di Kamboja muncul di halaman depan Yahoo, bisa dibaca di &lt;a href="http://id.travel.yahoo.com/jalan-jalan/28-7-pesona-siem-reap?cid=today"&gt;sini&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Meskipun baru sekali mengunjungi dan hanya 2 hari satu malam menginap di Siem Reap, bisa dibilang kalo saya jatuh cinta dengan tempat ini. Kamboja buat saya adalah negara yang sangat layak dikunjungi untuk tujuan wisata yang nggak biasa. Untuk tiba di Siem Reap, saya dan teman-teman praktikum, Desember tahun lalu menggunakan penerbangan Jakarta-Phnom Penh dengan sekali transit di Kuala Lumpur. Tiba di Phnom Penh (Ibukota Kamboja) wisatawan bisa menikmati eksotisnya kota ini dan berkeliling mengunjungi Pasar Malam di kawasan Frontriver Sungai Mekong. Untuk pergi ke Siem Reap, waktu itu kami menggunakan jalur darat yang memakan waktu sekitar enam jam dari Phnom Penh. Saya kurang tau apakan ada jalur udara, tetapi yang jelas jalur darat ini buat saya mengasyikkan (walapupun menurut teman2 saya perjalanannya lama dan membosankan, hehe). Kami melewati beberapa provinsi, seperti Kampong Chhnang, kampong thum, mong dal lain-lain. Sepanjang perjalanan pemandangan yang kami saksikan adalah padang rumput (lumayan gersang dan tidak beraturan), beberapa rumah penduduk, dan kawasan semacam hutan. Jalannya lumayan lurus, hanya saja terlalu kecil dan berbatu-batu. Saya sama sekali tidak ambil pusing dengan itu karena saya pernah mengalami lebih dari 24 jam perjalanan Bandung-Bengkulu dengan jalan yang udah mah jelek belok2 pula, hehe. Selama perjalanan, kami satu kali berhenti di semacam rest area (saya bilang semacam karena tepatnya nggak sebagus rest area di Indonesia atau seperti yang sering kita tonton di film2 latin). Rest Area ini terdapat di Spider Village. Well, nggak salah dinamain desa laba-laba. Turun dari bus, kami langsung dihadang anak-anak kecil yang berjualan gelang dan aksesoris. Oke, all is well, sampai kami sadar ketika anak-anak kecil itu bilang "mister, please buy this, mister, please..." di tangan mereka ada beberapa ekor tarantula. Alamak merinding saya liatnya, akhirnya saya nggak jadi cari toilet dan balik lagi ke  bus. Dari bus saya lihat seorang turis barat sedang pucat karena seorang anak meletakkan tarantula di dadanya sambil memaksa si turis untuk membeli dagangannya. Kasihan, tapi saya pengen ketawa juga, hehe.. Di Spider Village ini juga banyak yang jual makanan spektakuler, termasuk di dalamnya tarantula bakar, tarantula goreng dan serangga-serangga krispi lainnya. Saya tentu saja tidak ikutan mencoba, saya adalah pengikut seorang teman yang waktu itu nyeletuk "gue nggak akan makan ituh serangga selama masih ada KFC", ahey! benar juga :D. Oiya, ada cerita menarik dari tour guide waktu itu, Mr. Boray, di perjalanan menuju Siem Reap, di tengah jalan ada sebuah tugu persahabatan Indonesia-Kamboja. Tugu ini ceritanya dibuat sebagai ucapan terima kasih Kamboja kepada Presiden Soekarno yang pada jaman itu banyak membantu kemerdekaan kamboja (saya terharu). Mungkin karena sejarah itulah warga Indonesia diterima dengan sangat baik di Kamboja, ini juga yang membuat saya betah di sana.&lt;br /&gt;Tiba di Siem Reap, kami langsung mencari makanan halal yang ternyata kebanyakan adalah makanan-makanan India. Kami makan Roti Naan dengan kari yang aduhai enaknya, kemudian menuju hotel daaaaaannnn saya menyesal malam itu lebih memilih istirahat ketimbang ikut teman2 saya jalan2. Ternyata mereka pergi ke pusat penjualan oleh-oleh kamboja, semacam pasar malam dan harganya sangat murah meriaah. Yasudahlah, lain kali saya mau keliling malam2 di Siem Reap.&lt;br /&gt;Besok paginya kami langsung menuju Angkor Wat, kompleks candi terbesar di Siem Reap, dan Hey, Siem Reap sekarang masuk dalam salah satu dari tujuh keajaiban dunia... kasihan Borobudur, tapi memang candi2 di Siem Reap layak mendapat gelar itu dari UNESCO.  Manajemen cadinya bagus sekali, ditambah lagi dengan hasil pemugaran yang bekerjasama dengan Italia, Spanyol, dan Perancis, makin megah saja candi2nya, nggak percaya bisa dilihat di Filmnya Angelina Jolie, Tomb Rider. Nilai plus juga di sana, rata2 penduduk asli mampu Berbahasa Inggris, termasuk anak2 kecilnya sekali pun, jadi InsyaAllah kita kalo di sana nggak harus pusing bingung karena nggak ngerti Bahasa Khmer. Sekali lagi Kalo pengen tau lebih banyak tentang objek2 wisata lain di Siem Reap bisa baca di &lt;a href="http://id.travel.yahoo.com/jalan-jalan/28-7-pesona-siem-reap?cid=today"&gt;sini&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Baiklah, ini adalah sedikit cerita tentang Siem Reap, Ya Allah suatu hari nanti semoga saya punya kesempatan kembali ke sana, amin..&lt;br /&gt;Que tenga un buen fin de semana amigos :)&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/3243868695048772142-8423026252593820668?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/8423026252593820668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=8423026252593820668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/8423026252593820668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/8423026252593820668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/10/worth-destination-siem-reap.html' title='A Worth Destination, Siem Reap'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TKgtOlA1XnI/AAAAAAAAAkc/uvvdrmxTLxw/s72-c/PC010277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-1670524861417022459</id><published>2010-10-02T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T02:23:04.456-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skripsweet'/><title type='text'>Where's the spirit :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://iianiiniiy.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/friendship2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 525px; height: 399px;" src="http://iianiiniiy.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/friendship2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suatu hari pesan dari seorang sahabat paling baik sedunia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="user1"&gt;&lt;th style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dia:&lt;/th&gt;                   &lt;td style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey hey yg sdh di kosan, lg apa? &lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;                                &lt;tr class="user2"&gt;                   &lt;th style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saya:&lt;/th&gt;                   &lt;td style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lagi berurusan sm debuu 3cm :D &lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;                                &lt;tr class="user1"&gt;                   &lt;th style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dia:&lt;/th&gt;                   &lt;td style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hm.. lg kluar jiwa babunya yaa hm.. semangaat berjuaang! &lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;                                &lt;tr class="user2"&gt;                   &lt;th style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saya:&lt;/th&gt;                   &lt;td style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah.. ga sopaan, hehe.. baiklah aku akn brjuang dg debu ini :D &lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;                                &lt;tr class="user1"&gt;                   &lt;th style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dia:&lt;/th&gt;                   &lt;td style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey bkn itu mksud aku, brjuang sm debu si gampang, siram pk air jg ilang, ini maksudnya berjuang untuk beberapa bulan kedepan, kamu pasti bisa! :) &lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;                                &lt;tr class="user2"&gt;                   &lt;th style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saya:&lt;/th&gt;                   &lt;td style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*meleleh* makasih :')&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-1670524861417022459?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/1670524861417022459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=1670524861417022459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/1670524861417022459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/1670524861417022459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/10/di-mana-saya-bisa-membeli-semangat.html' title='Where&apos;s the spirit :)'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-7642715605841053553</id><published>2010-10-02T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T07:01:20.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learning'/><title type='text'>Ayo! Hidup Sehat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sebelum banyak bercerita, saya ingin bilang, kangeeeeeen blogspot ini setelah liburan lebaran. Masih di bulan syawal juga saya mau minta siapa pun yang saya kenal untuk memaafkan salah-salah saya, apalagi dalam tulisan-tulisan yang bisa saja kurang berkenan di blog ini.&lt;br /&gt;Well, saya baru saja sembuh dari sakit. Seminggu yang lalu saya pulang dari kampung halaman dengan penerbangan malam. Bersiap-siap dari rumah dari jam 10.00 pagi dan karena berbagai hambatan (delay dan blablabla berbagai masalah mengejutkan yang malas saya ceritakan, cukup diingat dan buat pelajaran saja), saya tiba di jatinangor jam 02.00 dini hari berikutnya. Selama perjalanan malam itu tentu saya kedinginan dan merasa lapar, tapi karena masalah-masalah yang beruntut dan tidak terduga, rasa lapar dikalahkan oleh rasa malas (dan bete, hehe). Tiba di kosan malah santai2 sampai pagi, dilanjutkan dengan beres2 kamar yang udah sebulan ditinggal. Tengah hari kerjaan saya beres dan setelah perut meronta-ronta plus badan gemeteran, barulah saya beli makan. Alhamdulilah perut kenyang hati senang. Sore sekitar jam 05.00, tiba2 saya merasa mual, sangat mual, eh nggak, bahkan terlaluuu mual tak tertahankan. Teman menyarankan saya untuk memuntahkan isi perut supaya nggak mual lagi, dan saya lakukan saran itu. Apa lacur penyakit memang, setelah muntah pertama, mualnya sama sekali nggak berkurang, bahkan bertambah. Karena merasa kemungkinan besar saya terserang masuk angin, saya minta tolak angin ke teman. Sayangnya pada akhirnya itu tolak angin juga nggak bertahan lama di perut. Muntah pertama kemudian beranak pinak, kerjaaan saya semaleman cuma bolak balik kamar mandi hingga lebih dari 10 kali. Saya bener2 mual semaleman. Pada akhirnya saya tergeletak lemas setelah perut saya benar2 kosong, berdiri pun tak mampu lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Sedihnya sakit di kosan, plus sindrom homesick karena baru banget dari rumah.&lt;br /&gt;Besok paginya saya berobat ke UPT Klinik Padjadjaran daaaan disana si pak dokternya sedikit menyebalkan.&lt;br /&gt;Dokter: Jadi apa keluhannya?&lt;br /&gt;Saya: Saya semaleman mual muntah2 dok, sebelumnya saya habis perjalanan jauh, malam, dan nggak makan sampai besoknya&lt;br /&gt;Dokter: Oh, coba kita periksa&lt;br /&gt;selanjutnya saya menjalani pemeriksaan. Setelah selesai dan kembali ke meja konsultasi.&lt;br /&gt;Dokter: Jadi kamu nggak makan dari perjalanan itu sampai besoknya?&lt;br /&gt;Saya: Iya dok&lt;br /&gt;Dokter: Itu namanya cari penyakit *dengan muka lempeng*&lt;br /&gt;Saya: habisnya saya nggak laper dok&lt;br /&gt;Dokter: Iya, tapi seenggaknya kan kamu bisa minum air hangat, kalo kayak gini emang bener cari penyakit *masih dengan muka super lempeng*. Akibatnya lambung kamu yang mesti kerja keras dan ngeradang.&lt;br /&gt;Saya: *speechless*&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya saya diberi obat untuk lambung dan mual. Alhamdulilah saya sekarang sudah sangat baikan.&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya setiap tahun selama kuliah saya selalu mengalami satu kali penyakit kayak begini, gastritis, daaaan penyebabnya masih sama, pola makan yang tiba-tiba berubah  (dari di rumah yang makan+tidur sangaaat teratur langsung ke kosan dengan hidup barbar) ditambah telat makan, perfecto!&lt;br /&gt;Tahun lalu paling parah, seusai KKN, karena pola hidup yang berubah saya jadi malas makan, malas keluar mencari makan, malas memasak makanan dan saya merasa nggak lapar (ternyata lambung saya lapar), jadilah ketika makan, saya malah mual dan nggak bisa menelan apa pun, bahkan air minum pun enggak. Saya hampir nggak bisa beranjak dari tempat tidur. Tahun lalu saya berjanji (eh 2 tahun lalu juga, eh 3 tahun lalu juga) untuk mengatur pola makan saya dan nggak lagi males makan musiman, tapi tiap tahun juga janji itu saya langgar.&lt;br /&gt;Saya kalo lagi sadar akan makan 3 kali sehari, tapi kalo lagi nggak sadar bisa maleeeees banget makan nasi dan nggak laper, karena itulah saya biasanya selalu menyiapkan cemilan di kosan. Buat jaga-jaga kalo lupa makan seenggaknya ada cemilan isi perut saya.&lt;br /&gt;Tahun lalu, dokter yang ngobatin saya sampe ngasih saya catatan tentang gaya hidup saya yang harus diubah. sampe sekarang masih disimpan. Intinya makan teratur, tidur tepat waktu dan olahraga (bukan sekedar aktivitas fisik).&lt;br /&gt;Anak kosan kebanyakan meremehkan kesehatan. Makan semaunya, begadang tiap malam, dan malas olahraga, udah mah gaya hidup begitu masih merasa sehat. Saya juga seringkali begitu. Mungkin kita nggak merasa lapar tapi lambung kita terus kerja dan perlu diisi. mungkin kita nggak merasa ngantuk tapi otak kita juga butuh istirahat, dan mugkin walaupun nggak olahraga kita merasa tetap bisa hidup tapi memang benar dengan olahraga kualitas hidup kita lebih baik (I've felt it).&lt;br /&gt;Ah, saya kapok dengan peradangan lambung. Saya nggak mau lagi sakit begitu. Saya akan berusaha menjalankan 3 pesan dokter baik hati tahun lalu itu, saya juga nggak mau cari penyakit, nggak mau ngerepotin orang lain, semangaaaat hidup sehaaaat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Beruntunglah kamu yang merasakan sakit karena saat sakitlah kamu akan mengingat rasanya sehat, dan semoga kamu jadi bersyukur karena-nya" (quote Pak Hartono, guru agama kelas XI dulu)&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/3243868695048772142-7642715605841053553?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/7642715605841053553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=7642715605841053553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/7642715605841053553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/7642715605841053553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/10/ayo-hidup-sehat.html' title='Ayo! Hidup Sehat!'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-6805863329382062585</id><published>2010-08-19T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T09:35:03.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learning'/><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TG1DumbOsOI/AAAAAAAAAi0/v3o49_AiAHU/s1600/NitnuTImuTZz2545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TG1DumbOsOI/AAAAAAAAAi0/v3o49_AiAHU/s400/NitnuTImuTZz2545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507132387211784418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lega sudah menyimpan tiket pulang, dapet promo lagi :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt;Home is the one place in all this world where hearts are sure of each other.  It is the place of confidence.  It is the place where we tear off that mask of guarded and suspicious coldness which the world forces us to wear in self-defense, and where we pour out the unreserved communications of full and confiding hearts.  It is the spot where expressions of tenderness gush out without any sensation of awkwardness and without any dread of ridicule.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;~Frederick W. Robertson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Home is not where you live but where they understand you.&lt;/span&gt;  ~Christian Morgenstern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'll be home soon, tadaimaaaaa :')&lt;br /&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/3243868695048772142-6805863329382062585?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/6805863329382062585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=6805863329382062585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/6805863329382062585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/6805863329382062585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/08/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TG1DumbOsOI/AAAAAAAAAi0/v3o49_AiAHU/s72-c/NitnuTImuTZz2545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-8810383881902526660</id><published>2010-08-17T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T09:20:45.831-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indonesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learning'/><title type='text'>Merdeka dengan Bersyukur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hola, Merdeka!&lt;br /&gt;Selamat ulang tahun buat negara tercinta, Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;Banyak yang merasa belum merdeka, merasa masih kurang ini itu.. Alhamdulilah, terimakasih saya merasa sangat merdeka, setelah membaca Totto Chan and Children, saya bersyukur, pemandangan di sekitar saya adalah orang-orang yang biarpun dengan perjuangan yang berbeda-beda namun masih bisa setidaknya menghirup udara segar dan mendapatkan air bersih. Merasa belum merdeka bisa jadi akan membuat saya kurang bersyukur nantinya, karena itu saya memilih untuk merasa merdeka. Banyak orang hidup di bawah garis kemiskinan di negara ini, hey! tapi meskipun mereka miskin mereka masih punya alternatif, mereka punya pilihan, pulang ke desa, sebarkan benih tanaman pangan di tanah, dan mereka setidaknya punya persediaan bahan makanan, tapi di Afrika sana, jangankan bercocok tanam, bahkan mereka sudah tidak punya air, yang ada hanya tanah retak yang kering dan nggak akan bisa ditumbuhi tanaman apa pun.&lt;br /&gt;Ya! Oke, saya memilih untuk bersyukur dan berhenti menuntut banyak pada pemerintah. menuntut buat saya hanya membuat mental saya rusak, terlalu mencari-cari kesalahan tanpa belajar dan mempersiapkan diri untuk memberikan kontribusi nyata. jika merasa kecewa dengan pemerintah saat ini, Wake Up! belajar! nggak lama lagi akan tiba waktunya kita akan menggantikan mereka-mereka yang memimpin saat ini.&lt;br /&gt;Sekali lagi di 65 tahun Indonesia merdeka saya memilih untuk bersyukur, saya tidak pantas menuntut terlampau banyak setelah apa yang saya dapatkan saat ini. I dont give a damn about politics, I dont care who's rich and why there are people who called 'poor'. Entah mengapa saya berpikir bahwa kita termakan oleh konstruk bahwa yang kaya adalah yang punya banyak uang, yang miskin adalah yang kurang uang, dan yang kaya adalah orang yang bahagia sedangkan yang nggak punya uang adalah orang yang menyedihkan. Televisi telah membodohi penontonnya melalui tayangan seperti 'jika kamu menjadi' dan tayangan-tayangan sejenis yang mengeksplor (seolah) penderitaan orang-orang yang hanya memiliki sedikit uang. Di satu episode ditayangkan satu keluarga petani yang tinggal di pedalaman dengan rumah dari bilik bambu, kemudian muncullah tokoh utama seorang mahasiswa kota yang akan diuji untuk tinggal disana (what the hell? so what dengan keadaan mereka?). Adegan selanjutnya bisa ditebak, si tokoh utama dengan muka sedih penuh air mata menyatakan perasaan sedihnya melihat keluarga petani yang tidak tidur di spring bed, yang masih memasak dengan kayu (tidak lupa pula iringan musik-musik menyedihkan), oke saya akan langsung tutup mata. Mematikan TV adalah pilihan bijak ketimbang saya pusing karena tensi darah saya naik. Maaf bapak ibu produser, saya nggak suka menonton acara seperti itu.  Acara-acara itulah yang membuat teman-teman saya di kampung mengasihani diri mereka sendiri, merasa bahwa hidup seperti yang mereka jalani adalah hidup yang menyedihkan, membuat mereka menjadi kurang bersyukur. Saya dibesarkan di daerah, bukan di kota, saya banyak menemukan orang-orang yang tinggal di rumah-rumah bilik, tapi mereka sangat jauh dari yang digambarkan di TV, mereka adalah orang yang bahagia dengan hidup mereka, mereka sangat bersyukur tiap kali bangun pagi, masih bisa memetik sayuran di kebun, memasak dengan kayu, kemudian bersantai di teras rumah yang kebanyakan beralaskan tanah, ya semua mereka sangat bersyukur dengan kehidupan seperti itu, sampai kemudian TV mengkostruk ulang pemikiran mereka, mulailah mereka berlomba (seolah) memperbaiki hudup mereka. Mereka yang mampu akan dengan mudah melanjutkan hidup, yang nggak mampu, akan sulit menemukan apa itu kebahagiaan yang seharusnya, mulailah merebak cara-cara miring untuk menjadikan hidup mereka seperti yang didoktrin TV, urbanisasi terjadi besar-besaran, pengangguran di kota meningkat., kriminalitas juga meninggi, hidup menjadi tidak lagi seimbang.&lt;br /&gt;Hh.. hampir 22 tahun hidup, saya sudah melalui fase-fase dimana saya bahagia dengan kehidupan desa (yang dianggap hidup susah saat ini), hingga bahagia dengan kehidupan kota yang ramai. Setiap orang punya cara masing-masing untuk merasa bahagia tanpa perlu memaksakan cara kita kepada orang lain, dan bukankah kita semua ingin hidup bahagia?&lt;br /&gt;Aduh, saya bingung kenapa saya jadi menulis absurd begini, tapi yasudahlah.&lt;br /&gt;Memimpikan apa yang tidak kita miliki memang baik, tetapi akan lebih baik jika kita mensyukuri apa yang sudah kita dapatkan.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, sudah 65 tahun kita merdeka, terimkasih buat para pahlawan atas jasa mereka, semoga kita selalu manjadi orang yang giat dan bersyukur, amiin..&lt;br /&gt;anw, saya keingetan setahun lalu upacara bendera di Pantai Santolo, ah kangennya :)&lt;br /&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/3243868695048772142-8810383881902526660?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/8810383881902526660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=8810383881902526660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/8810383881902526660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/8810383881902526660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/08/merdeka-dengan-bersyukur.html' title='Merdeka dengan Bersyukur'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-3883293154836029143</id><published>2010-08-14T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T09:22:58.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learning'/><title type='text'>MOVE ALONG</title><content type='html'>Move Along-The All Merican rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FSbGur1dz9k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FSbGur1dz9k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When you fall everyone stands&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"when all you got to keep is strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Move along, move along like I know you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And even when your hope is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Move along, move along just to make it through&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hen everything is wrong we move along&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a song to remind myself that at last everything doesnt suck because I still have a long way move along&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-3883293154836029143?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/3883293154836029143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=3883293154836029143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/3883293154836029143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/3883293154836029143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/08/move-along.html' title='MOVE ALONG'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-8394990360652298477</id><published>2010-08-08T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T04:04:55.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>Buzzer Beat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love this dorama (Japanese drama series).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Kamiya Naoki is a young player from a professional basketball team. But due to his relatively smaller size and his tendency to crack under pressure, he is unable to show his true skills on the court. Meanwhile, Shirakawa Riko is a cheerful, strong-spirited music college graduate aiming to become a professional violinist. One day, Riko finds Naoki’s lost cell phone on a bus, and their meeting begins a friendship that eventually turns into love. However, Naoki was already considering marriage with his current girlfriend. And it doesn’t help matters that Naoki’s coach has fallen in love at first sight with Riko!." &lt;/span&gt;(source: drama wiki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This isnt a 'menye-menye' dorama. Buzzer Beat is nice dorama basically told about sport (basketball). I've watched it so manytimes that I couldnt remember. I've learned manythings about love and life from this dorama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love the "taptap" sound heard from the step of Naoki while playing basketball, and I'm also so damn in love with Riko while she plays the violin, I loveee all the tones she played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is one of it, listen.. this is pretty and warm &gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUjyxoK4Kk8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUjyxoK4Kk8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, and I'm kinda touched by this screenshot ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.albrens.com/vb/uploaded/19575_1254588220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 704px; height: 396px;" src="http://www.albrens.com/vb/uploaded/19575_1254588220.jpg" alt="" 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/3243868695048772142-8394990360652298477?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/8394990360652298477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=8394990360652298477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/8394990360652298477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/8394990360652298477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/08/buzzer-beat.html' title='Buzzer Beat'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-2732572007892921747</id><published>2010-08-04T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T04:34:56.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learning'/><title type='text'>August Rush</title><content type='html'>Hola! It's August, iyaa agustus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;apa yang sedang anda pikirkan? kalo yang ada dalam pikiran saya adalah:&lt;br /&gt;*Hal bahwa saya nggak bisa wisuda bulan ini, yaudah sih yaa, ikhlas..&lt;br /&gt;*Bulan ini akan kembali menjadi bulan sibuk, tapi sibuk yang senang, sejak mei lalu saya dan adik saya sibuk mengurusi bimbel dan SNMPTN adik saya, sekarang setelah dia lulus, saya akan kembali berkutat dengan cari kosan, "beli-beli isi kosan, registrasi, dan penerimaan mahasiswa baru" thingy, Fight-Oh!&lt;br /&gt;*Bulan ini resmi sudah saya lepas dari tutorial global governance, karena bulan lalu nilainya udah keluar, semua sudah berusaha, saya sudah berusaha, pengennya semua dapet nilai bagus, untungnya saya nggak punya kapasitas untuk memberi nilai, hehe, dan saya percaya apa pun hasilnya, yang penting adalah proses yang kita lewatin sama-sama, maafkan salah-salah saya selama tutorial Tuhan.. *jadi kangen tutorial :')&lt;br /&gt;*HOME, udah ngak sabaaaar mau pulang kampung, kangen rumah, setahun nggak pulang rasanya kayak seabad.. udah banyaaak banget cerita numpuk, nggak sabar ketemu Ibu, Bapak, nggak sabar menghabiskan hari sama adek kedua (yang pertama bentar lagi juga ketemu :D), nonton spongebob sama ipin&amp;amp;upin bareng, makan masakan percobaan adek (yang aneh tapi enak, kangen ziarah ke makam adek bungsu, I dont know why, visiting you there makes me feel so comfort, feels like you're really mine, really ours.. ah how sometimes I wish you were there, flocking with us, little brother :). Rumah juga mengingatkan saya akan kumir, anjing-anjing yang selalu ada sejak saja kelas 5 SD, biarpun berganti dan berapapun jumlahnya, tetapi semua akan selalu bernama kumir. Ketika saya pulang nanti, saya nggak akan melihat kumir tua saya, yang sudah menemani saya sejak SMP, yang dulu dipuji-puji teman SMP saya karena lucu, yang sudah hafal dengan teman-teman saya dan tidak akan menggonggong ketika mereka datang, yaa.. kumir sudah mati beberapa bulan lalu, dia sudah cukup tua, sudah cukup lama bersama kami, terakhir bertemu badannya sudah ringkih. Bahkan vaksin tidak bisa menyembuhkan penyakit tuanya, rambut-rambutnya mulai rontok. Ah, nanti nggak ada lagi kumir yang mengejar-ngejar ketika saya pulang. Saya akan berkenalan lagi dengan kumir baru. Rumah juga mengingatkan saya dengan sepupu-sepupu dan ponakan-ponakan kecil saya yang jumlahnya tidak terhitung (haha, saya adalah cucu tertua di keluarga bapak :D), saya sudah tidak sabar denger suara cempreng mereka "mbaa wiit, mbaa wiiit" belum lagi ponakan-ponakan "cik wiit cicik cicik wiwit" (dalam bahasa daerah saya cicik=bibi), kalo kami sudah berkumpul, orang-orang tua tinggal mengelus dada melihat keributan yang kami buat, main "smekdon" kalo kata mereka, haha, benar-benar korban televisi. Di rumah juga saya bisa ke Suban  (tempat wisata pemandian air panas) kapan saja, lalu mampir ke rumah uwa saya dan gratis mancing sepuasnya, di terik panasnya siang, saya duduk di bangku bambu di bawah pohon rindang, subhanallah.. Dan hey, kalo pulang ke rumah, saya akan merasakan servis "all you can eat", berhubung setahun nggak pulang, pasti akan sering ditanyain "mau makan apa?", dan plok! langsung ada di depan mata, dan siap-siap saja menggmbul :D. Ah bicara rumah memang tidak ada habisnya, saya selalu ingin waktu berhenti ketika di rumah. saat terberat adalah ketika saya harus kembali ke Jatinangor, saya merasa harus  bangun dari mimpi indah, ahh... kampung halaman kita akan selalu lebih indah dari kampung halaman tetangga ;).&lt;br /&gt;Pikiran saya jadi kemana-mana, udah nggak konsentrasi nulis, jadi sebelum makin aneh, saya sudahi saja..&lt;br /&gt;Have an august rush fellas :D&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/3243868695048772142-2732572007892921747?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/2732572007892921747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=2732572007892921747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/2732572007892921747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/2732572007892921747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-rush.html' title='August Rush'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-8006943233567780606</id><published>2010-08-03T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T19:44:51.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unlabels'/><title type='text'>Redenominasi Rupiah???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ceritanya begini, beberapa hari yang lalu, saya menginap di rumah sepupu saya di Bogor. Paginya, saya berangkat bareng ke Jakarta Kota, mas saya ini bekerja di Kementrian Perdagangan, sedangkan saya menuju Kementrian Luar Negeri untuk mencari bahan skripsi. Di mobil, sepanjang jalan Bogor-Jakarta kami mengobrol banyak, kebanyakan masalah ekonomi (yaiyalah si mas orang ekonomi :D). Salah satu obrolan yang saya ingat adalah tentang wacana penggantian nilai mata uang, nggak dikurangin nilainya, hanya diganti, misal uang Rp.1000,- menjadi Rp.1,-. Tadi malam saya iseng mendengarkan radio sebelum tidur, seperti biasa di jam segitu radio yang masih asik adalah radio elshinta, radio berita. Ternyata sedang ada diskusi mengenai Redenominasi rupiah, seperti yang saya obrolkan bersama mas saya. Yang menjadi narasumber adalah seorang pakar dari Bank Indonesia. Perbincangan mereka sangat menarik, apalagi ada beberapa pakar dari Universitas yang ikut menelepon dan menyumbangkan gagasan.&lt;br /&gt;Tidak hanya itu, pagi ini di halaman beranda Yahoo! juga ada berita mengenai redenominasi Rupiah, dan maafkan saya Tuhan, saya kok sampai saat ini nggak mendukung ide redenominasi ini. Saya agak gimana gitu kalo hanya untuk alasan agar keuangan lebih efisien dan perbankan lebih simpel, kita mesti ganti nilai mata uang. Menurut saya nggak akan mudah mensosialisasikan redenominasi ini ke semua masyarakat (mengingat tingkat pendidikan dan ekonomi yang berbeda-beda). Oke sosialisasi pemilu bisa sampai ke pelosok-pelosok, itu menurut saya karena masyarakat hanya diminta mencontreng saja (sosialisasi begini aja dananya ajegile), berbeda dengan kasus redenominasi, karena berhubungan dengan UANG, hal yang sangat sensitif. Masyarakat yang panik dan nggak paham (terutama pengusaha-pengusaha kecil), akan melarikan uangnya ke Dolar yang dijamin AS nilaiya akan tetap. Kalau sudah begini nilai rupiah akan jatuh lagi. Ya, sosialisasi butuh waktu, dan menurut saya butuh waktu 100 tahun untuk redenominasi rupiah (pesimis :D). Seorang pakar menyatakan selama ini Bank Indonesia lemah dalam hal sosialisasi, jadi terlalu berbahaya dan bisa berbuntut pada kekacauan ekonomi (analisa pengamat amatir).&lt;br /&gt;Masyarakat sudah nyaman dengan sistem yang sekarang. kenapa harus diganti kalau toh nilainya sama? kalo memang ingin efisien, apa dengan digantinya nominal, lantas berubah? saya nangkepnya kalo 1000 rupiah=1 lembar uang kertas, sama aja kan kalo 1 rupiah=satu lembar uang kertas? cuma hemat di tinta penulisan 1000 diganti 1. terus kalo keuangan lebih simpel, lah selama ini bukannya urusan penghitungan-penghitungan sudah tidak manual, sudah terkomputerisasi, jadi nggak ada bedanya menghitung uang 100.000.000 dengan 10.000.&lt;br /&gt;Ah entahlah, kenapa saya sendi dengan ide ini... Saya membayangkan dana sosialisasi yang super itu dialihkan ke dana pendidikan saja, hal yang jauh lebih krusial untuk segera direalisasikan.&lt;br /&gt;Ah lagi, entahlah ya, sampai saat ini saya juga masih kabur dengan redenominasi ini, semoga saya segera mendapat pencerahan mengenai keuntungan-keuntungan redenominasi, karena, mereka yang mencetuskan ide ini tentulah pakar-pakar yang brilian, sedangkan saya hanyalah mahasiswa (masuk) semester sembilan yang belum selesai skripsinya (curcol). Kalo ada salah-salah info, maafkan saya ya Tuhan, saya masih belajar.&lt;br /&gt;Baiklah, saya akan kembali memantau update informasi tentang redenominasi rupiah ini dari semua media yang memungkinkan..&lt;br /&gt;Have a nica day amigos :)&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/3243868695048772142-8006943233567780606?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/8006943233567780606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=8006943233567780606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/8006943233567780606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/8006943233567780606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/08/redenominasi-rupiah.html' title='Redenominasi Rupiah???'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-6471972156387606351</id><published>2010-08-01T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T23:00:11.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unlabels'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The moment I hate the most is when I have to be back to the 'REALITY', while I have been enjoying a bling new world and I have been really into a situation... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sometime I wish I could stop the time and stay the same ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;FIGHT-OH!&lt;/span&gt;&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/3243868695048772142-6471972156387606351?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/6471972156387606351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=6471972156387606351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/6471972156387606351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/6471972156387606351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-8878071017311055561</id><published>2010-07-28T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T09:33:02.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affection'/><title type='text'>She'll Surely Get The Miracle</title><content type='html'>I saw her today. She was not like the girl I used to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've heard that she's not well these days, so when my friend, Gilang asked me to visit her, I agreed. She's not in her dorm, nor in her home. She's in 'Rumah Sakit Hasan Sadikin'. Me, Gilang, and Nita, a friend too, asked the information centre about where she's exactly. They told us to go to the ICU room. We went to the second floor, looking for ICU room, then find her name in front of a room. The officer told us to wear the coat they provide. The blue coat was just like something I used to see in many movies. I couldnt explain how's my feeling while fixing my body in it.&lt;br /&gt;I saw her. She was laying on the sixth bed. Honestly I was afraid of seeing her. I was afraid that I couldnt stop my tears falling.&lt;br /&gt;There she was... she has been coma for 19 days. I couldnt stand it, she was so pity. I asked a doctor about her case, but I dont get any clear information, they only said that there was viruses in her brain.  she was not coma actually, but the medical team made her coma to make her comfort. She'll get convulsion if she's in concsious condition.&lt;br /&gt;I dont like hospital and everything related to it. Today I was in and saw her. Once again, I never imagine that could be happen to her. She was sleeping with the hose around her neck. and infusions on her hands. she was breathing with the ventilator help. God, I thought that those just happen in movies but today, I found it in my real life, and the one who's struggling is her.&lt;br /&gt;I asked the doctor, when will she be back. Then the doctor smile and said, no one knows.&lt;br /&gt;After 30 minutes since I stood near her bed, her brothers and sisters came in. They brought a 'tumpeng'. Apparantly, today was her 22 birthday. Her older sister came near her, held her hands tight, and saying something to her. She's still silent, no response... I couldnt hear what the older sister said but, I guess it was a birthday wishes. I bit my lips hardly, I held it tight. I must not cry there (I was commited). The older sister cried, took the tissue and wiped her tears. Today, in her 22 birthday, she was coma, no one knows about what next to happen but God.&lt;br /&gt;My lips was hurt. I thought I couldnt stay there any longer. Before we went out, her brothers and sisters said, "thankyou for coming, please pray for our little sister, please forgive her mistakes".&lt;br /&gt;God, what was that? I turned around and went crying outside the room.&lt;br /&gt;Well, she's my senior high school friend, We've never been so close, but God, please give her the best.. Amiin..&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/3243868695048772142-8878071017311055561?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/8878071017311055561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=8878071017311055561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/8878071017311055561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/8878071017311055561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/07/shell-surely-get-miracle.html' title='She&apos;ll Surely Get The Miracle'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-1084530626771810275</id><published>2010-07-26T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T23:06:23.875-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Relations'/><title type='text'>Bosnia &amp; Herzegovina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Di tahun 1994 hingga 1995, saya setiap malam duduk manis di depan televisi, menemani bapak menonton dunia dalam berita. Ketika itu saya tidak begitu mengerti apa yang diberitakan, hanya yang masih berbekas di ingatan saya adalah bahwa berita itu adalah tentang Sarajevo (nama yang sering disebut-sebut oleh bapak). Enambelas tahun kemudian, saat ini, saya sedang mengerjakan skripsi terkait peristiwa yang sama, Perang Bosnia. Saya baru menyadari belakangan ini mengapa waktu itu televisi gencar sekali menyiarkannya. Semakin banyak membaca mengenai perang ini, saya semakin sesak nafas saja. Perang yang tidak seharusnya terjadi, yang sangat disayangkan.&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum perang berkecamuk, Yugoslavia dengan smeua negara bagiannya hidup rukun dan damai, apalagi di bawah pemerintahan Presiden Tito. Yugoslavia meski dihuni oleh etnis-etnis yang sangat berbeda, tetap bisa hidup damai. ketika Yugoslavia pecah, 1992, Bosnia Herzegovina memerdekakan diri. Mulailah berkecamuk perang antara kelompok etnis serbia yang menolak kemerdekaan dan etnis kroasia yang pro.&lt;br /&gt;Percayalah kawan, kalau kau baca sejarah-sejarah perang ini, tidak akan ada sumber yang menyatakan sejarah perang ini dengan sama. Perang ini begitu kompleks, antara nasionalisme berlebihan, kebencian antar etnis, genosida dan berbagai asumsi lain. Tidak ada satu sumber pun yang dipastikan menulis dengan benar kronologis perang (itulah kenapa saya hampir gila dengan skripsi saya).&lt;br /&gt;Dan inti dari perang-perang ini adalah "ethnic cleansing" yang sangat terkutuk. Krisis pemimpin terjadi di Yugoslavia pasca meninggalnya Presiden Tito, nggak ada yang memiliki kharisma seperti ketika beliau memimpin negara denga perbedaan etnis kompleks.&lt;br /&gt;Paling parah adalah ketika pemerintahan Slobodan Milosevic. Milosevic mendukung tertara serbia untuk memerdekakan diri di wilayah Bosnia Herzegovina. Tidak hanya itu, Milosevikc juga mempopulerkan pembersihan etnis, yaitu etnis lain selain serbia dinyatakan pantas untuk disweeping, dibunuh, disiksa, dan tidak perlu dibiarkan ada di dunia. Saya ngeri membaca semua berita tentang itu. Saya lahir dan besar di tempat damai. Saya tau ada perang, televisi memberitakan banyak hal tentang itu, tapi ternyata saya tidak tau apa-apa tentang perang. Saya berdoa untuk orang-orang korban perang, tetapi saya tidak pernah benar-benar menghargai kemudahan yang saya dapatkan selama ini (ampuni saya Tuhan).&lt;br /&gt;Di bosnia, enambelas tahun lalu, di jalan menuju Sarajevo (ibukotanya), kamu akan bisa menemukan hamparan luar bunga-bunga. Tidak, jangan tertipu, ada sepuluh juta ranjau darat di bawah bunga-bunga itu. Harga satu buah ranjau darat adalah 3 USD, tetapi untuk mengamankan satu ranjau itu dibutuhkan 300-1000 USD (gilak nggak?). Oke disekitar ranjau itu ada bacaan "awas ranjau!" "dilarang keras melintas, ada ranjau!", tapi nggak semua orang bisa baca. Pada kenyataannya banyak anak-anak dan orang tua yang tewas terkena ranjau. Di sarajevo, pada tahun 1994, banyak terjadi pengeboman oleh Serbia di tempat-tempat umum, di pasar, di jalan-jalan yang banyak dilalui orang, hingga di rumah-rumah. banyak orang mati sekaligus (inilah tujuan pembunuhan secara sistematis). Rumah-rumah dengan ratusan lubang akibat peluru tidak lagi berpenghuni karena ribuan orang telah menjadi pengungsi. Serbia juga menggunakan penembak jitu, kemanapun berlari akan tertembak dan mati.&lt;br /&gt;Berdasarkan survey UNICEF 1993, ada 97% anak di Sarajevo pernah mengalami langsung serangan granat, 29 % merasakan kesediha nmendalam, 20% mengalami mimpi buruk dengan teratur, 55% anak pernah ditembak oleh penembak jitu, dan 66% anak-anak pernah mendapati diri mereka dalam keadaan dimana mereka pikir mereka akan mati. *menghela nafas dengan sangat berat*. Dalam perang, anak-anak adalah korban yang paling menyedihkan. Seorang duta kemanusiaan PBB, Tetsuko Kuroyanagi, bercerita dalam bukunya, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Totto Chan and Children&lt;/span&gt;, bahwa ketika kunjungannya, anak-anak di Sarajevo diminta menggambar. Pikirkan apa sih yang digambar anak kecil pada umumnya? boneka? bunga? gunung? yah seharusnya mereka menggambar hal-hal lazim seperti itu, tetapi perang berkepanjangan membuat mereka menggambar bom, tank, dan dinamit. Mereka nggak berkesempatan menonton teletubbies seperti adik-adik kita, tidak bisa menonton doraemon seperti kita, mereka hidup di bawah ancaman, ketakutan, dan trauma karena perang. Mental mereka terluka.&lt;br /&gt;Yang paling saya benci dari sejarah Perang Bosnia adalah cerita tentang kepolosan anak-anak yang dimanfaatkan untuk membunuh. Ketika perang berkecamuk, orang-orang mengungsi dari rumah. Ketika suasana agak mereda, mereka kembali ke rumah. Anak-anak senang sekali melihat boneka mereka amsih tergeletak di lantai, ketika mereka memeluk boneka itu, boneka itu meledak. Ketika anak-anak melihat tali tergantung dipohon, mereka penasaran dan berusaha menariknya, terjadi ledakan. Itu semua adalah jebakan!. Demi kelacaran perang, orang-orang mempelajari psikologi anak untuk membunuh, gila!.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, beberapa bulan lalu, sekitar 16 tahun sejak kejadian itu, saya sedang berjuang, perjuangan kecil yang sangat tidak sebanding dengan perjuangan orang-orang pada Perang Bosnia. Saya tidak lagi menonton berita mengenai Sarajevo bersama bapak. Saya sendirian, berjuang meneliti hal terkait dengan Bosnia dan herzegovina. Ah betapa hidup ini penuh dengan benang merah.&lt;br /&gt;Sejujurnya saya ngeri. Kita, Indonesia terdiri dari berbagai etnis, dan kita memiliki potensi sangat besar untuk pecah, tetapi semoga kita semua masih cukup waras (ide perang itu datang dari orang yang akalnya sudah terganggu) untuk tidak melakukan kekerasan terhadap kemanusiaan. Kita semua punya hak yang sama untuk hidup. Kalau kita ingin hidup, jangan pernah berpikiran untuk mematikan orang lain, karena orang lain juga punya keinginan yang sama seperti kita.&lt;br /&gt;Semakin banyak kita belajar, semoga kita makin bisa menghargai hidup dan apa yang ada di sekita kita..&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day!&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/3243868695048772142-1084530626771810275?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/1084530626771810275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=1084530626771810275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/1084530626771810275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/1084530626771810275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/07/bosnia-herzegovina.html' title='Bosnia &amp; Herzegovina'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-2936085415018200042</id><published>2010-07-23T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T12:21:11.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learning'/><title type='text'>Liar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.refinance.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/liar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://www.refinance.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/liar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm just thinking about LIARS (wow! it's written big:D), or people who lie and I'm just realizing that I really hate liar. I hate the time even when they lie to anyone not me, because it's possible that someday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they could lie&lt;/span&gt; to me. Once they lie, I cant' purely trust them, because a lie is forever a lie, even if one day, they finally tell the truths, a lie is still a lie no matter how you make it up.. :)&lt;br /&gt;Wishing a great weekend for everyone!&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/3243868695048772142-2936085415018200042?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/2936085415018200042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=2936085415018200042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/2936085415018200042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/2936085415018200042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/07/liar.html' title='Liar'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-3318382112700873001</id><published>2010-07-19T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T10:03:36.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learning'/><title type='text'>Hello Future!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Step away from the Facebook, the Myspace, the Twitter, the Google, or any other mechanism you might be using to track his every move. In fact, delete him from your social networking circle all together – at least for the time being. You cannot move on from someone by staying glued to your computer screen for fear he might be moving on from you. Let go. Breathe. When you’re feeling tempted to call him, call a friend instead. When you’re feeling tempted to drive by his house to see if he’s home (Yes, we’ve all been there. And if you say you haven’t, remember that Denial ain’t just a river in Egypt), drive to Starbucks or the gym or the bookstore instead. &lt;/span&gt;(Mandy Hale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done it, and I'm so grateful that I have good friends in real world, good friends to talk to face to face, good friends to hold, to hug, to touch, to rely on, good friends for my bad, my good, my luck, my hoodoo, my everything. We went to the cinema, laughed at something, ate extraordinary meals together, hanging out all night long, sharing the same books, etc..&lt;br /&gt;Well these two months are my busy but happy time. I've experienced manythings. I love my friends more. I appreciate people more. And I believe more that my life is the most precious gift ever given to me. And I'm pretty sure that, there is a plan from God, the plan we even couldnt ever think.. no matter how I feel now and no matter what happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;Let go of the ghosts from your past &amp;amp; say hello to your future!&lt;br /&gt;Have a well-done weekdays amigos :)&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/3243868695048772142-3318382112700873001?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/3318382112700873001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=3318382112700873001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/3318382112700873001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/3318382112700873001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-future.html' title='Hello Future!'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-6645479444404141084</id><published>2010-07-17T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T09:26:58.421-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affection'/><title type='text'>Kucing Anggora Tetangga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TEJTmd8fbhI/AAAAAAAAAig/PxNSHXpUaPU/s1600/Image210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TEJTmd8fbhI/AAAAAAAAAig/PxNSHXpUaPU/s200/Image210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495046415683907090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TEJTlTHc6MI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Sf9IOKVHaT4/s1600/Image207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TEJTlTHc6MI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Sf9IOKVHaT4/s200/Image207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495046395597220034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TEJTk-IO2fI/AAAAAAAAAiA/xfFLYbmc-IY/s1600/Image206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TEJTk-IO2fI/AAAAAAAAAiA/xfFLYbmc-IY/s200/Image206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495046389963348466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mukyaaa *saya lagi demam nodame ;)&lt;br /&gt;Hola amigos, pagi ini saya bangun dengan badan pegal2 karena semalaman main sama kucing anggora tetangga, lucu banget kucingnya. Oh well, saya nggak suka kucing, di rumah, si mipuss *kucing adek saya* aja saya cuekin. Saya nggak suka kalo bulunya mulai rontok di kursi, di karpet, dan di tempat-tempat lain.&lt;br /&gt;Tadi malam, saya benar-benar sendirian di lantai 2 kosan. Ketika saya keluar kamar mau buang sampah, saya hampir lompat kaget, ada yang ngelus-ngelus kaki saya, dan ternyata itu kucing! saya udah hampir kesel aja, biasanya kalo ada kucing di kosan adalah kucing yang suka bongkar-bongkar tempat sampah, eh ternyata yang ini kucingnya lucu, saya terenyuh liat matanya, huaa.. saya yang biasanya males megang kucing langsung megang kucing itu, bulunya panjang banget, kucing anggora ternyata, pantesan cantik. Dan sukseslah saya main-main berjam-jam sama itu kucing, dia berkali-kali hampir masuk ke kamar saya, tapi langsung saya tutup pintunya, jadi kayak main kucing-kucingan *lah emang dia kucing*.&lt;br /&gt;Hampir jam sebelas ketika saya udah bener-bener capek. Saya ucapkan sampai jumpa pada kucing anggora hitam putih itu dan masuk kamar. Tidak lama saya mengintip, ah dia masih di depan pintu, baiklah, saya ajak main-main sebentar, kemudian saya sudah mencapai limit ngantuk, dengan berat hati saya tinggal si kucing. Nggak lama datanglah yang punya kucing dan membawa si kucing kembali ke rumahnya di lantai 1. Semoga kita masih bisa bertemu kuciing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy sunday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-6645479444404141084?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/6645479444404141084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=6645479444404141084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/6645479444404141084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/6645479444404141084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/07/kucing-anggora-tetangga.html' title='Kucing Anggora Tetangga'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TEJTmd8fbhI/AAAAAAAAAig/PxNSHXpUaPU/s72-c/Image210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-4672241555359461518</id><published>2010-07-16T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T18:01:22.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Congratulation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TED_syOzoEI/AAAAAAAAAh4/v2miJraoGFU/s1600/IMG_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TED_syOzoEI/AAAAAAAAAh4/v2miJraoGFU/s320/IMG_0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494672690255208514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Congratulation for my dear sister.. Wida Williannita..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ade saya diterima di Universitas Pendidikan Indonesia, Fakultas Pendidikan Ilmu Pengetahuan Sosial, Prodi Pendidikan Ilmu Pengetahuan Sosial&lt;br /&gt;Saya pengen loncat-loncat ketika mengecek ke website SNMPTN, awalnya masih ragu-ragu, saya trauma pengalaman tahun lalu, nangis-nangis ketika ade saya nggak lulus. Memang bukan saya yang ikut tes, tapi nyesek rasanya waktu itu. Ade saya setahun belakangan kuliah D1 komputer dan memang berencana ikut SNMPTN lagi, ketika sekitar dua bulan yang lalu dia datang ke Bandung dan mengikuti bimbingan belajar, saya sesungguhnya takut, takut dengan kemungkinan kejadian tahun lalu terulang. Sekarang saya bisa berucap syukur, Alhamdulillah..&lt;br /&gt;walaupun sempat terjadi cekcok dikit atas jurusan yang dia pilih (saya akan tetap mendukung), meskipun menurut orang-orang, dan bahkan bapak, jurusan itu kurang bergengsi, buat saya menjadi guru apa pun akan tetap berpredikat mulia, hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Terimakasih ya Allah, terimakasih untuk kelegaan ini :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm welcoming more busy days related to this :D&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/3243868695048772142-4672241555359461518?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/4672241555359461518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=4672241555359461518' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/4672241555359461518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/4672241555359461518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/07/congratulation.html' title='Congratulation'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TED_syOzoEI/AAAAAAAAAh4/v2miJraoGFU/s72-c/IMG_0061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-8969579117312735488</id><published>2010-07-11T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T01:09:58.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places'/><title type='text'>Everybody Left Africa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final yang mengharu-biru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola Amigos *diucapkan dengan sepenuh hati setelah espana juara 1 World Cup 2010 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;saya baru saja menangis haru, seperti biasa, saya tersentuh melihat kegembiraan spanyol yang berhasil mengalahkan belanda dalam final WC 2010. Dan saya juga sangat sedih melihat muka-muka timnas belanda yang berkaca-kaca, selangkah hampir menjadi juara. kalo saya pengennya dua-duanya jadi juara 1 (kalo bisa empat sama meksiko dan brazil), tapi apa daya, dalam WC, hanya ada satu negara yang jadi juara 1, and I can humbly say that SPAIN DESERVED IT!&lt;br /&gt;Babak pertama final, saya beberapa kali ketiduran semenit dua menit, sumpah saya bosan dan kesal, masa baru di menit 20an udah 4 kartu kuning aja keluar. babak kedua ada yang dadanya ketendang lah, gimana saya nggak kesel nontonnya, ini saya lagi nonton bola apa kungfu sih.. Kalo cerita sama teman laki-laki, pasti mereka bilang biasa aja main bola kayak begitu, tapi harap maklum, saya kan cewek, jadi memiliki pandangan yang berbeda tentang permainan-permainan bola di WC, dan hm.. saya cenderung menjadi sedih ketika pemain kulit berwarna yang kalah (misal:negara-negara afrika). Entah mengapa saya merasa kasihan, mereka mengalami diskriminasi selama sejarah panjang mereka, masa, sekarang pun, dalam sepak bola mereka harus dikalahkan oleh orang kulit putih, ah kata teman saya sungguh aneh saya ini, tapi begitulah, tidak usah dipikirkan. Pemikiran ini muncul karena saya terlalu banyak membaca sejarah Afrika :D&lt;br /&gt;45 menit kedua juga masih terasa membosankan, 3 menit tambahan, masih saja 0-0, permainan baru seru saat 2x15 menit babak tambahan. Pada akhirnya Spanyol menang diselamatkan oleh gol Iniesta.&lt;br /&gt;Ada lagi yang membuat saya terharu bercucuran air mata (ini bener-bener nangis dari hati). Les spanyol saya udah lewat level 3, tapi tadi waktu coach spanyol dan Iniesta di wawancarai pake bahasa spanyol, saya cuma nangkep, "felicidado, fantastico, muy muy clara, todos, para mi, familia" dan kata-kata simpel lainnya *mampuslah..&lt;br /&gt;saya seperti dilempar bola, dicambuk untuk harus lebih banyak mengulang pelajaran..&lt;br /&gt;Dari awal WC kali ini,tim jagoan saya adalah Brazil, tetapi saya juga mendukung Meksiko (dan negara-negara lain yang saya sukai permainannya).&lt;br /&gt;inilah 3 bintang WC 2010 versi saya (yang nggak terima, yaudah sih, namanya juga versi saya :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3_liDBfbvs/TBeqYABm4qI/AAAAAAAAtmw/kJcqnbPYjR4/s1600/Kaka-World-Cup-2010-Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 449px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3_liDBfbvs/TBeqYABm4qI/AAAAAAAAtmw/kJcqnbPYjR4/s1600/Kaka-World-Cup-2010-Picture.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ricardo Kaka, tentu saja ini juara 1, saya suka kaka sejak pertama di Milan, waktu itu saya kelas 1 SMA, kaka baru pindah ke Milan dari Sao Paulo, kesan pertama, dia tampan, ah nggak cukup tampan saja... kesan kedua, mainnya juga bagus! belum lagi plus pribadinya yang bagus juga, saya memang nggak kenal dia, tapi seenggaknya media bilang begitu. Biarpun Brazil kalah, nggak apa, di WC 2014, kaka akan sudah berusia 32 tahun, tapi mudah-mudahan masih bisa bertemu, jujur saja di WC kali ini kurang puas melihat performance kaka, pasca kartu merah apalagi, hati saya hancur saat kaka dikasih kartu merah *alay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ikercasillas.soccerstar.info/images%5Cplayers%5Ciker-casillas%5Ciker-casillas-45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 448px;" src="http://ikercasillas.soccerstar.info/images%5Cplayers%5Ciker-casillas%5Ciker-casillas-45.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yang berkostum hitam kuning adalah Iker Casillas, penjaga gawang spanyol. Saya baru benar-benar memperhatikan casillas dalam final WC barusan. saya nggak ngerti bola, tapi saya suka permainannya, casillas selalu berhasil menahan bola. Dan yang membuat saya terharu adalah gayanya itu, dilihat dari cara dia bersikap setelah Iniesta menyumbangkan gol dan spanyol menang, casillas nangis, saya jadi ikutan nangis. Ah.. senang sekali sepertinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nimg.sulekha.com/sports/thumbnailfull/giovanni-dos-santos-2009-8-7-16-10-50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 448px;" src="http://nimg.sulekha.com/sports/thumbnailfull/giovanni-dos-santos-2009-8-7-16-10-50.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beikutnya yang berkostum hijau hitam adalah Dos Santos, Pemain depan meksiko. Menurut saya dia adalah pemain yang bagus, usianya baru 21 tahun. Di WC 2014, dos santos baru akan berusia 25 tahun. Dia masih sangat muda, masih punya banyak waktu untuk jadi bintang, you go dos santos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodbye Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berakhir sudah WC, rasanya baru sebentar, saya belum puas, masih ingin menonton beberapa pertandingan antar negara lagi, dan masih ingin mendengar nama Afrika disebut-sebut. Before this world event, count who care of Africa?&lt;br /&gt;Diskriminasi memang sudah berakhir (seharusnya), namun sebagian besar negara-negara Afrika terkenal dengan kemiskinan dan ketertinggalannya (South Africa is one of the exception). Negara yang dipenuhi gurun dengan cuaca ekstrim, alam yang banyak rusak karena perang saudara puluhan tahun sehingga tidak produktif lagi. Ah, bisakah saya nge-blog di Ethiopia sana.. atau bisakah saya menanam singkong di Sudan. Kadang saya berpikir, bagaimana perasaan orang-orang Afrika melihat kita, saya, kamu, yang keadaannya jauh berbeda dengan mereka, ah tapi sudahlah, saya juga, semakin memikirkan ini, semakin tidak mendapatkan jawaban yang berarti.&lt;br /&gt;Terimakasih Afrika, untuk menjadi tuan rumah, untuk pertama kalinya membuktikan pada dunia bahwa kalian bisa.. saya akan merindukan suara vuvuzuela (yang sesungguhnya tidak saya sukai selama WC 2010).&lt;br /&gt;Doa saya, semoga semua negara Afrika bisa lekas berkembang dan mendapatkan efek positif dari perhelatan WC ini, dan semoga wajah orang-orang tidak serta merta berpaling dan melupakan Afrika, dan... semoga suatu hari nanti saya bisa menginjakkan kaki di Afrika, amin.. :)&lt;br /&gt;Have a well-done busy weekdays amigos!&lt;br /&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/3243868695048772142-8969579117312735488?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/8969579117312735488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=8969579117312735488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/8969579117312735488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/8969579117312735488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/07/everybody-lefts-africa.html' title='Everybody Left Africa'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3_liDBfbvs/TBeqYABm4qI/AAAAAAAAtmw/kJcqnbPYjR4/s72-c/Kaka-World-Cup-2010-Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-7593838210812466558</id><published>2010-07-09T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T10:17:06.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musics'/><title type='text'>Empty Apartment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I really dont know what to write, everytime I wrote a sentence, I just couldnt continue it. My brain is fully loaded with manythings. I even dont know what are they..&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm just listening to this song again and again, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Empty Apartment-Yellow Card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Call me out&lt;br /&gt;You stayed inside&lt;br /&gt;One you love is where you hide&lt;br /&gt;Shot me down as I flew by&lt;br /&gt;Crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;I think sometimes you forget where the heart is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer no to these questions&lt;br /&gt;Let her go&lt;br /&gt;Learn a lesson&lt;br /&gt;It's not me&lt;br /&gt;You're not listening now&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see something's missing&lt;br /&gt;You forget where the heart is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take you away from that empty apartment&lt;br /&gt;You stay and forget where the heart is&lt;br /&gt;Someday&lt;br /&gt;If ever you love me you'd say it's okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up from this nightmare&lt;br /&gt;How's your life&lt;br /&gt;What's it like there&lt;br /&gt;Is it all what you want it to be&lt;br /&gt;Does it hurt when you think about me and how broken my heart is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take you away from that empty apartment&lt;br /&gt;You stay and forget where the heart is&lt;br /&gt;Someday&lt;br /&gt;If ever you love me you'd say it's okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay to be angry and never let go&lt;br /&gt;It only gets harder&lt;br /&gt;The more that you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get lonely&lt;br /&gt;If no one's around you know that I'll catch you when you're falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came together but you left alone&lt;br /&gt;And I know how it feels to walk out on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday I will see you again&lt;br /&gt;And you'll look me in my eyes and call me your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take you away from that empty apartment&lt;br /&gt;You stay and forget where the heart is&lt;br /&gt;Someday&lt;br /&gt;If ever you love me you'd say its okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend everyone ;)&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-7593838210812466558?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/7593838210812466558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=7593838210812466558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/7593838210812466558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/7593838210812466558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/07/empty-apartment.html' title='Empty Apartment'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-1832288054123876649</id><published>2010-06-30T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T17:55:45.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learning'/><title type='text'>I Love Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sejak beberapa waktu lalu, saya dihinggapi heboh-hebohnya persiapan KKN beberapa teman kosan dan mantan teman kosan saya, bukan hanya itu, saya juga sedang setres-setresnya mengurusi adik saya hingga pulang dan packing barang-barang untuk pindah kosan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya akn muli dari cerita teman kosan saya. Saya adalah tipe mahasiswa yang betah di kosan, jarang pulang ke rumah (yaiyalah, rumahmu jauh wid!). Walaupun nggak dekat dengan semua orang di kosan, tapi sebagian besar lumayan akrab dengan saya, terutama yang dulunya juga sekosan dengan saya. Ceritanya dulu di tahun pertama dan ke dua, saya ngekos di daerah Pangdam, Jatinangor, Alhamdulilah saya dekat sekali dengan semua anak-anak di sana, kami menamai diri 'Jasmine Crew' sesuai dengan nama kosan. Sampai hari ini kami masih solid, masih suka kumpul-kumpul walaupun nggak sering. Di tahun ke dua saya ngekos di Jasmine, masuklah anak-anak baru, angkatan 2007 dari berbagai jurusan. karena di lantai atas saya sendiri yang angkatan 2006, jadilah mereka memanggil saya 'mami' (padahal apa hubungannya cobaa?). Walaupun nggak suka dipanggil mami, saya nggak keberatan selama yang manggil mereka. Usia kami memang beda satu tahunan, tetapi kadang kelakuan saya lebih labil. Banyak kejadian yang kami lewati di Jasmine, semua masih terekam jelas di kepala saya, kadang saya kangeeen banget sama masa-masa kami semua masih satu kosan. Setiap ada masalah, mereka yang pertama ada buat saya. Mereka mungkin tong sampah saya yang unlimited, teman yang bahkan lebih dari kayak pacar, selalu ada buat saya, 24 hours services (kayak band temen saya :D). Waktu kamar saya kemalingan, saya nangis kayak orang setres, mereka nungguin saya, nemenin berjam-jam  di kantor polisi. Waktu suatu pagi telapak tangan saya robek kena pecahan gelas dan saya nangis (lagi) nggak bisa apapun karena ketakutan, mereka yang ngeberhihin luka dan membalut luka saya sampai mereka telat ke kampus dan ketinggalan buku di kosan. Dan banyak lagi di waktu-waktu yang lain, mereka selalu jadi first aid buat saya. Kami melewatkan banyak waktu menyenangkan bersama, menonton pertandingan bulutangkis bersama di TV sambil tidur bersama di atas satu karpet, teriak-teriak menyoraki, saling support di setiap ujian, bercerita bersama panjang lebar tanpa beban dan tentu saja saling membantu. Saya paling benci cicak, paling takut cicak, dan mereka adalah orang yang siap membantu mengeluarkan cicak dari kamar saya, meskipun butuh waktu lama dan menguras keringat (saya sangat berterimakasih untuk ini teman).  Pernah suatu hari mereka semua panik karena saya dipanggil-panggil namun tidak juga keluar kamar, digedor-gedor juga tidak merespon. Mereka mengira saya kenapa-kenapa di kamar, ternyataa, saya sedang mendengarkan walkman, dan saya baru sadar setelah 1 side kaset habis saya dengarkan, kocak sekali, ketika saya sadar, ramai sekali orang di depan kamar saya. Ah! mereka sudah seperti keluarga buat saya. Sayang sekali, setelah satu tahun bersama, tepatnya memasuki tahun ketiga saya, kami berpencar kosan, sebagian di Simpang Sayang, sebagian di Ciseke, dan sebagian lagi bersama saya di Sukawening. Meskipun berpisah, kami masih punya waktu sesekali berkumpul lengkap dan melakukan hal-hal gila bersama. Itu cerita tentang Jasmine lengkap. Sekarang saya sekosan dengan 3 member Jasmine, dan kami tetap solid, melakukan (lebih) banyak hal gila bersama. Saya akan kangen masa-masa kami bertingkah sangat labil lalu tertawa lepas, atau sekedar duduk dan makan bersama sambil menonton dorama Jepang. Saya akan kangen dianggap sebagai orang yang lebih suhu alias lebih dewasa (mereka bilangnya lebih tuaa) dan dimintai pendapat tentang ini itu sama mereka. Saya akan kangen duduk bareng di sofa depan TV dan curhat-curhat kampus, atau saat kami heboh patungan membeli sayuran dan masak bersama, Ah! akan kangen semuanya.&lt;br /&gt;Ketika saya pertama kali menjadi anak kos, Ibu saya mengingatkan bahwa saya di sini sendirian, bahwa saya harus bertingkah baik dengan teman kosan saya, mereka adalah keluarga saya di sini yang kalau terjadi apa-apa dengan saya, mereka adalah yang pertama yang akan menolong saya, bukan saudara saya di bandung ataupun di jakarta. Dan sekarang saya benar-benar paham maksud Ibu.&lt;br /&gt;selain itu juga, Ibu kos saya sekarang sangatlah baik, kami semua seringkali bon sarapan, bon cuci selimut, sepatu, dan lain-lain. Ibu juga sering mengingatkan kami mengenai hal-hal penting. setiap malam, saat orang-orang seusianya sudah tidur, Ibu (begitu saya memanggil Ibu kos saya) malah masih patroli memastikan pintu-pintu sudah terkunci dan tidak ada yang mencurigakan. Ketika saya sakit parah nggak bisa bangun, Ibu yang membuatkan bubur untuk saya, ketika saya harus pergi subuh KKN, Ibu yang menyiapkan sarapan dan ojeg. Setiap bulan puasa, saya akan kangen suara Ibu yang membangunkan saya "neng, neng wida, sahur neng..", dan lalu saya dengan mata setengah terpejam akan menuju Ibu, mengambil makanan. Pernah suatu ketika jempol kanan saya bengkak terkilir saat main basket. Makin lama makin bengkak dan berwarna biru, akhirnya bisa sembuh diurut Ibu, Ah! terimakasih Ibu.&lt;br /&gt;Well, semuanya terasa sangat lancar hingga hari ini, hari ini saya harus pindah kosan, ke kosan bulanan di daerah Cibeusi. Sebenarnya saya sudah packing sejak hampir seminggu yang lalu, tp entah kenapa perasaan saya baru hancur hari ini ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini barang-barang saya akan diangkut ke kosan baru, berat sekali meninggalkan semua yang ada di sini walaupun mau tidak mau saya pasti pindah, hanya masalah waktu. Saya makin nyesek ketika mereka (anak-anak jasmine) berangkat KKN tadi pagi, saya beberapa hari ini sibuk membantu mereka packing dan menyiapkan segala kebutuhan KKN, ah entah bagaimana jadinya sebulan ini tanpa mereka, hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Besok, saya akan sudah tinggal di kosan baru, dengan orang-orang baru juga, semoga semuanya lancar..&lt;br /&gt;Terimakasih Jasmine Crew, terimakasih Ibu kosan, semoga Allah membalas kebaiakan kalian, amin.. I love you all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TCvmEoUcioI/AAAAAAAAAhg/TW-q_wfiE9s/s1600/P4070298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TCvmEoUcioI/AAAAAAAAAhg/TW-q_wfiE9s/s320/P4070298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488733538098121346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TCvmEbxXrLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/H9v_hmweE3k/s1600/P2090267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TCvmEbxXrLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/H9v_hmweE3k/s320/P2090267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488733534729776306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TCvmDy9eA6I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/bq_UX1T904g/s1600/P2090237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TCvmDy9eA6I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/bq_UX1T904g/s320/P2090237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488733523774669730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TCvmDtzkYHI/AAAAAAAAAhI/msFF8EgOWoM/s1600/27000_1332255704806_1183435104_30861916_4504324_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TCvmDtzkYHI/AAAAAAAAAhI/msFF8EgOWoM/s320/27000_1332255704806_1183435104_30861916_4504324_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488733522390966386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jasmine Crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TCvmE4d84WI/AAAAAAAAAho/HEG9FfdFVLk/s1600/P4110067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TCvmE4d84WI/AAAAAAAAAho/HEG9FfdFVLk/s320/P4110067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488733542432956770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ibu Kosan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-1832288054123876649?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/1832288054123876649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=1832288054123876649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/1832288054123876649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/1832288054123876649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-love-them.html' title='I Love Them'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TCvmEoUcioI/AAAAAAAAAhg/TW-q_wfiE9s/s72-c/P4070298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-6021835208366058310</id><published>2010-06-23T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T17:56:41.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learning'/><title type='text'>Hobi Saya Membaca ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amigos.. dulu ketika kecil saya ditanya mengenai hobi, saya pasti menjawab membaca, saya membaca apa pun yang saya temui dan saya menikmati itu. Mulai dari majalah bobo langganan, donal bebek dan doraemon yang saya beli sendiri dari menyisihkan uang jajan, buku-buku fiksi legendaris macam trio detektif, lima sekawan, lupus, olga, vanya, dan lainnya yang saya pinjam dari salah satu dari hanya dua taman baca di kota saya. Saya bahkan membaca semua majalah ibu, mulai dari majalah Nova, Kartika, Kartini, hingga tabloid Saji dan buku-buku masak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya mendapatkan banyak kepuasan dari membaca semua itu. Banyak hal yang tidak saya ketahui menjadi tau. Ternyata dunia ini tidak hanya sebatas kota kecil tempat saya dibesarkan. Saya sejak Sekolah Dasar mulai memupuk banyak mimpi dari buku yang saya baca, bermimpi pergi ke Buckingham Palace suatu hari nanti, menyaksikan pergantian pengawal, melihat upacara kerajaan dan melihat semua tentang Inggris, ini karena pernah suatu ketika, Putri Diana meninggal dan semua yang saya baca di majalah Bobo adalah tentang Inggris. Suatu hari nanti saya bertekad ke sana. saya bahkan pernah bermimpi menjadi seorang kosmonot, astronot, astronom, atau apa pun yang berhubungan dengan luar angkasa. Bertahun-tahun membaca Bobo, isu-isu mengenai Unidentified Flying Objects (UFO) adalah isu yang selalu membuat penasaran. Ah, banyak hal yang saya dapat dari membaca..&lt;br /&gt;Bersyukur rasanya bisa mengakses buku-buku. Di rumah, saya tidak bisa jauh dari buku. Kebiasaan bagus (tetapi menurut ibu saya buruk) saya adalah makan sambil membaca, hingga saat ini jika saya pulang ke rumah, saya akan kembali pada kebiasaan memegang buku saat makan, buku apa pun itu yang bisa saya baca, komik, koran, apa pun..&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kuliah, saya tetap senang membaca, begitu banyak buku yang ingin saya baca (meskipun saya tetap memfavoritkan buku-buku fiksi), tetapi permasalahan setiap anak kos adalah menjadi bendahara untuk diri sendiri dan memikirkan hal-hal yang sifatnya prioritas. Saya tidak lagi bisa dengan mudah membeli buku-buku yang saya mau, saya lebih kepada membeli buku-buku yang saya butuh, buku-buku kuliah. Dan perlahan saya mulai kehilangan nikmat membaca. saya membaca apa yang saya harus baca, buku-buku politik, ekonomi dan hukum (, dan terkadang saya benci harus melakukan apa yang sebenarnya tidak begitu saya sukai. Membaca menjadi berat buat saya. Buku-buku yang saya ingin baca menjadi semacam pantangan buat saya, yang jika saya baca akan menjadi 'guilty pleasure'.&lt;br /&gt;Kadang buat orang-orang yang terlalu ilmiah, mereka menganggap buku-buku fiksi adalah sampah, tidak penting, well, tidak masalah. setiap orang punya ketertarikan sendiri pada setiap hal. Tapi coba siapkan kertas, mulailah menulis, menuliskan apa saja yang ada di otak tidak mudah kan?. buat saya buku fiksi ataupun non fiksi punya bobot yang sama. buku non fiksi, yang ilmiah adalah buku yang umumnya sarat ilmu. tetapi saya lebih percaya bahwa pelajaran hidup itu adalah juga ilmu, lebih empiris bahkan, karena kita yang mengalami langsung, ajaibnya tidak ada yang tau pasti apa yang akan terjadi selanjutnya. saya banyak belajar hal-hal kecil yang tidak saya ketahui sebelumnya dari buku-buku fiksi yang saya baca. tujuan hidup saya adalah menjadi orang yang bahagia, bukan menjadi orang pintar, hehe.. utopis sekali bukan?&lt;br /&gt;Ah! kenapa saya jadi mengoceh absurd begini, hehe.. entahlah, sejak skripsi, saya membaca begitu banyak bahan yang membuat saya semakin merasa berdosa karena saya tidak bisa menikmati itu semua seperti ketika saya membaca buku-buku fiksi. Saya belajar menyukai membaca buku-buku Hubungan Internasional, sambil ditemani camilan, dan segelas susu coklat hangat, tapi selalu berakhir sama, pikiran yang kemana-mana dan mulut yang tidak berhenti menguap. Kalaupun saya berhasil menangkap apa yang saya baca, itu pastilah karena saya merasa terdesak, atau terancam, sehingga 'harus'.&lt;br /&gt;Ehm.. saya pernah bercita-cita menjadi pengarang, saya punya banyak sekali notes dan diary sejak SD, saya suka menulis apa pun, bahkan sekedar mencoret-coret notes. Hingga kini, saya akan merasakan perasaan yang tidak bisa dilukiskan ketika membaca notes-notes saya waktu SMP dan SMA. Saya pernah berharap suatu hari nanti saya akan bekerja di depan laptop, mengetik cerita-cerita yang bisa mnginspirasi orang lain. Saya berharap bisa hidup dari hal yang saya sukai, menyenangkan sekali bukan?&lt;br /&gt;Ah! sudahlah, jangan terlalu ditanggapi tulisan ini, ini hanyalah sekelumit pikiran yang entah kenapa berakhir di blog ini, tepatnya setelah saya membaca 3 novel karya Ilana Tan (setelah saya di acc untuk seminar UP, saya merasa berhak dengan kesenangan ini :D), dan saya sangaaaaat suka ketiga-tiganya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fandagri.blogdetik.com/files/2010/03/springs-in-london-214x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 234px;" src="http://fandagri.blogdetik.com/files/2010/03/springs-in-london-214x300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://yoorin92.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/autumninparissm11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 250px;" src="http://yoorin92.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/autumninparissm11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://xpresiriau.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/cover-novel-winter-in-tokyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 250px;" src="http://xpresiriau.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/cover-novel-winter-in-tokyo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://koreanindo.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/new-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 250px;" src="http://koreanindo.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/new-image.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang terakhir, 'Summer In Seoul' belum saya baca, adakah yang berniat meminjamkan? Saya pengen baca (setelah seminar UP tentunya).&lt;br /&gt;saya berharap buku ini difilmkan, amiin :)&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/3243868695048772142-6021835208366058310?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/6021835208366058310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=6021835208366058310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/6021835208366058310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/6021835208366058310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/06/hobi-saya-membaca.html' title='Hobi Saya Membaca ;)'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-7364503995254744972</id><published>2010-06-20T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T08:24:20.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>It's about The Man I love The Most</title><content type='html'>He's the closest man to me in my whole life, the best man I've ever known, the most reliable man for me, the man that understand me the most, the man who think of me in his every breath, the man who lift me up in my in my every fall.. He's someone the words just couldnt tell..&lt;br /&gt;He's my Dad, I love him..&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's day, Bapak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/koADUcs9wYc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/koADUcs9wYc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...that he's no hero, but he's doing what he can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying to make me a better man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he's no hero, but he made me what I am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-7364503995254744972?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/7364503995254744972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=7364503995254744972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/7364503995254744972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/7364503995254744972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-about-man-i-love-most.html' title='It&apos;s about The Man I love The Most'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-4290904184195499664</id><published>2010-06-18T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T19:30:32.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unlabels'/><title type='text'>The Flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Waktu itu aku telah duduk di dalam sebuah pesawat yang akan terbang ke suatu tempat. aku duduk tepat di sebelah jendela. Masih ada dua bangku kosong di sebelahku. Seperti biasa aku akan sangat penasaran dengan orang yang akan duduk di sebelahku. Aku pernah bersebelahan dengan mahasiswa sepertiku, kami lalu mengobrol banyak, aku pernah bersebelahan dengan ibu muda yang membawa bayi dan cemas takut telinga si bayi tidak tahan dengan tekanan udara di atas, bahkan aku pernah juga bersebelahan dengan orang yang phobia terbang, bersebelahan dengan siapapun akan membawa cerita mengesankan sendiri, karena itulah waktu itu aku tak sabar menunggu.&lt;br /&gt;Satu persatu penumpang masuk, beragam manusia, aku menebak-nebak manakah yang akan duduk tepat di bangku sebelahku, lewat sepuluh menit, belum juga. Aku mulai bosan dan memandangi landasan pesawat di luar jendela. Refleks aku menoleh saat ada gerakan di sebelahku, oh, itu orangnya, aku memandanginya sekilas kemudian kembali pada aktivitasku melihat ke luar jendela. Aku sudah tidak lagi penasaran walaupun bisa dibilang, aku tidak mengenalnya. Dia mungkin seumuran denganku, berpostur tinggi dan saat itu bergaya sangat santai. Penilaian itu aku rasa cukup. Aku kembali menoleh tak sadar ketika mulutnya mengucap "nitip ya", kemudian meletakkan handbag-nya di bangku, lalu berjalan ke kabin belakang. Aku juga masih belum sepenuhnya sadar ketika mengangguk. Aku hanya memandangi handbag hitam itu, takut jika ada penumpang yang berniat jahat. Tidak sampai lima menit, orang itu telah duduk di bangkunya kembali dan telah mengucap terimakasih, aku juga masih tetap refleks balas tersenyum mengangguk.&lt;br /&gt;Ketika pesawat siap terbang, hari mulai gelap. aku duduk tepat di sebelah jendela, bangku disebelahku masih kosong, dan dia, dia duduk di sebelah bangku kosong itu.&lt;br /&gt;Hingga pintu kabin ditutup, tak ada yang menempati bangku di sebelahku. Merasa tidak enak aku bertanya padanya apakah mungkin bangku disebelahku bakal terisi, dia menjawab "sepertinya tidak mungkin, pintu kabin sudah ditutup, kau bisa duduk di bangku itu kalau kau mau", dan (lagi) aku refleks menghempaskan badan di bangku tengah itu, kemudian sedikit melempar tasku ke bangku yang tadi aku duduki, tepat disebelah jendela. Pesawat mulai berdesing dan berjalan perlahan. Hari sudah benar-benar gelap. Ketika pesawat bergerak menjauh, yang terlihat tinggallah warna warni cahaya lampu yang ada di berbagai penjuru bandara, indah sekali. Ketika pesawat lepas landas, aku memejamkan mata, terjadi guncangan yang sangat biasa&lt;br /&gt;Secara tidak sadar aku mengamati orang di sebelahku dari ujung pandanganku. Aku tidak menoleh ke arahnya, tetapi hanya sekilas memandanginya. Sepertinya dia tidur, sama seperti orang-orang lain di pesawat waktu itu.&lt;br /&gt;Pesawat mulai stabil, ditandai dengan matinya lampu indikator harus mengencangkan seatbelt. Aku berhitung sampai sepuluh, kemudian bosan. penerbangan malam membuat aku tidak bisa melihat apapun di luar jendela kecuali pekat, hitam. aku mengambil beberapa majalah keluaran maskapai penerbangan yang kunaiki, tetapi isinya tetap sama seperti ketika aku terakhir kali menggunakan jasa maskapai yang sama. Ku kembalikan majalah itu ke tempat semula.&lt;br /&gt;Entah karena gerakanku yangmengganggu atau karena apa, dia yang di sebelahku tiba-tiba memperbaiki posisi duduknya. Dia tidak tidur rupanya, aku menoleh, dia juga menoleh. Aku langsung kembali menatap ke depan. Aku bisa mendengar dia menggumam tak jelas. Sekali lagi aku menoleh, dia tersenyum simpul. Aku kembali melihat lurus ke depan, tapi hanya beberapa detik, tidak tahan, lalu aku kembali menoleh ke orang itu. Matanya sudah terpejam, tapi dia lagi-lagi tersenyum, aku bisa melihat jelas.&lt;br /&gt;Hh.. aku menghela nafas, bingung memikirkan apakah aku melakukan hal lucu yang membuat orang disebelahku ini senyum-senyum menertawakanku dalam hati.&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya aku memutuskan mengeluarkan headset dari tas dan mulai menyalakan MP4 kesayanganku. Namun sial! indikator baterai menunjukkan bahwa aku hanya bisa mendengarkan nggak lebih dari 3 lagu, baterai MP4ku sudah kritis. Ah! lumayan, gumamku, lalu memasang headset dan menyandarkan bahuku ke bangku pesawat. Hampir sepuluh menit aku menyanyi-nyanyi sangat pelan dan lalu  menjadi lemas karena pemutar musikku mati, aku beberapa kali menekan tombol ON, namun sepertinya memang tidak lagi bisa menyala. Lagi, aku menghela nafas, penerbangan  ini akan terasa sangat membosankan, tidak ada yang bisa kubaca, tidak ada yang bisa diajak mengobrol. Lunglai, aku simpan MP4 di dalam tas. Di waktu yang bersamaan, si orang di sebelahku merogoh tasnya yang diletakkan di dekat kaki, mengambil sesuatu. Ah, rupanya dia mengambil Ipod berwarna hitam. Lengkap sudah batinku, orang disebelahku mau mendengarkan musik, berarti aku makin bengong sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;Eh belum selesai berasumsi, tiba-tiba tangan kanan orang itu yang sedang memegang Ipod hitam mengarah ke depanku. Aku menoleh bingung, dia mengangguk, aku masih bingung, masih belum memulihkan kesadaranku karena orang disebelahku ini benar-benar tidak bisa ditebak, ya ternyata dia tidak mengambil Ipod untuk didengarkan sendiri tetapi menyodorkannya ke arahku. Melihat aku yang masih bingung dia mengeluarkan suara "pake aja,  masih ada batrenya kok". Aku langsung menangkap maksudnya, "Oh serius, nggak apa-apa nih? nggak dipake emang?". Dia menatap lurus ke depan, memejamkan mata, tapi menjawab, "nggak kok, pake aja".&lt;br /&gt;Lalu diam agak lama, dan mulai mengutak-ngatik Ipod hitamnya, menemukan beberapa folder lagu, memilih-milih dan akhirnya terdengarlah lagu "jangan takut gelap" yang dinyanyikan Tasya dan Duta SO7, ingin rasanya teriak kalau itu adalah lagu favoritku dan aku tidak menyangka dia juga menyimpannya.&lt;br /&gt;setelah lagu itu selesai aku membuka folder lagu barat, meski tadinya aku ingin sekali mendengarkan musik, entak kenapa aku menjadi tidak berkonsentrasi pada musik yang aku dengarkan. Lalu aku menoleh pelan, orang di sebelahku masih diam dengan mata tertutup. Ah sayang sekali dia tidur. Baru sekitar 3 lagu dimainkan oleh Ipod hitam itu, lalu aku langsung mematikannya. Kembali merasa bosan. Si orang di sebelahku mengangkat pundaknya dari bangku pesawat lalu bertanya, "kenapa? batrenya abis?". Oh, dia mengira aku mematikan Ipodnya karena kehabisan batre, sambil tersenyum aku menjawab, "Enggak kok, tapi udah cukup dengerin musiknya, lagian lagunya banyakan yang aku nggak tau". Dia balas tertawa kecil, "kirain abis batre, kalo lagu emang sih, aneh2 ya lagunya". Aku rasa pertanyaan itu tidak perlu dijawab, jadi aku hanya balik tersenyum sambil menyerahkan Ipodnya dan mengucapkan terimakasih. Dia mengambilnya lalu menyimpan kembali ke dalam tas yang ada di dekat kakinya.&lt;br /&gt;Dia tersenyum, aku balas tersenyum, dan setelah itu kami mulai mengobrol hingga pesawat mendarat. Ah! rasanya penerbangan itu terlalu cepat, I wish I could stay longer on that flight ;)&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/3243868695048772142-4290904184195499664?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/4290904184195499664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=4290904184195499664' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/4290904184195499664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/4290904184195499664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/06/sweetest-flight.html' title='The Flight'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-5739847344581844847</id><published>2010-06-15T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T02:24:04.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skripsweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learning'/><title type='text'>So The Answer Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dan Rabbmu berfirman:"Berdo'alah kepada-Ku,niscaya akan Ku-perkenankan      bagimu." (QS. Al-Mukmin : 60)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okay, I'm almost giving something up, but I'm glad I 'm not.&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan nggak tidur, benar sekali, terimakasih tuhan, maafkan hambamu ini yang banyak mengeluh. Saya akan berusaha lebih keras, bimbing saya Tuhan, bimbing saya melewati hari-hari depan yang mungkin lebih berat, yang akan penuh tekanan, yang menentukan hari-hari lain saya selanjutnya, Amin ya Rabb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"and maybe happy ending is me on my own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing myself up for something better in the future. or maybe happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, the unreplied messages, the undone promises, misread signals (from my honoured supervisor), trough all the pain and efforts, I NEVER GIVE UP HOPE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(from he's just not that in to you, with some changes ;D)&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/3243868695048772142-5739847344581844847?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/5739847344581844847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=5739847344581844847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/5739847344581844847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/5739847344581844847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-answer-is.html' title='So The Answer Is...'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-475493771327458796</id><published>2010-06-13T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T11:13:01.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Cerita Koki Amatir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TBUdZY4yp4I/AAAAAAAAAhA/iL7HhUS3epU/s1600/P5300628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TBUdZY4yp4I/AAAAAAAAAhA/iL7HhUS3epU/s320/P5300628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482320443408033666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TBUdYzvf9sI/AAAAAAAAAg4/SBIgSvOr6TE/s1600/P5300627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TBUdYzvf9sI/AAAAAAAAAg4/SBIgSvOr6TE/s320/P5300627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482320433436948162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pancake gulung pisang, difoto oleh&lt;a href="http://thisisrizka.blogspot.com/"&gt; Ica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hola Amigos!&lt;br /&gt;Dua minggu yang lalu, saya dan sohib2 kampus saya masak bareng, bukan masak makanan berat, kali ini kami membuat makanan cemilan, pancake gulung pisang (ini saya sendiri sih yg namain :D).&lt;br /&gt;berawal dari perjalanan saya ke superindo dan melihat ada pondan khusus tepung pancake yang sangat menggoda untuk dibeli. Saya suka pancake, tapi seumur hidup saya, saya belum pernah membuat pancake sendiri, di rumah pun belum pernah melihat ibu membuat pancake. karena sepertinya simpel, saya belilah tepung itu. 2 minggu yang lalu tepung itu kami buat menjadi pancake.&lt;br /&gt;Sebelumnya saya sempat browsing beberapa resep pancake yang hampir semuanya memakai maple syrup atau sirup mapel, sirup khusus pancake yang merupakan essence dari kulit pohon maple. sirup ini dipakai untuk memberikan rasa manis tapi dengan kalori rendah dan mineral tinggi. Karena saya nggak punya sirup maple dan karena males beli (harganya lumayan mahal), maka saya bikin resep sendiri menggunakan susu kental manis carnation, keju cheddar craft, dan meses ceres yang dibeli patungan dengan teman2 saya. Saya nggak membuat pancake biasa (karena sudah bosan), maka saya memutuskan membuat pancake pisang, terispirasi dari salah satu resep di internet, akhirnya dibelilah pisang ambon oleh teman saya ica.&lt;br /&gt;Satu jam sebelum teman2 saya datang. Saya mulai membuat adonan pancake dengan 1 butir telur. Awalnya saya mengikuti aturan di kemasan tepung pancake, tetapi adonanya terasa tidak lembut, dan benar saja ketika dicoba dituangkan di teflon (tentu setelah teflonnya dioleskan margarin sedikit saja), adonan pancake menjadi lebih mirip kue pukis, terlalu keras. akhirnya pake feeling, saya tambahkan telur satu lagi dan air masak setengah gelas. Well, karena ini pancake gulung, maka adonannya adalah adonan untuk kulit menggulung, bisa dibilang adonan antara pancake dan crepes, jadi lebih cair.&lt;br /&gt;setelah itu pastikan adonan nggak menggumpal dengan terus diaduk (nggak perlu pake mixer).&lt;br /&gt;Setelah adonan jadi dan teman2 saya datang, mulailah kami bekerja. pisang dipotong kecil2 (bebas), keju diparut, dan siap memanggang kulit pancake, tuangkan adonan ke teflon, buat selebar teflon, tunggu sampai muncul pori2 kecil di permukaannya, balik sebentar, langsung angkat ke piring lebar, setelah itu susun potongan pisang di tengah bagiannya, tambahkan susu di atas potongan2 pisang (susu kental manis fungsinya adalah untuk merekatkan gulungan kulit pancake), setelah itu lipat kulit pancake menutupi pisang, tabahkan susu lagi diatasnya, taburkan keju parut dan meses (lagi susu di sini fungsinya untuk membuat meses dan keju merekat di pancake. setelah itu, pancake gulung pisang isiap dinikmati :)&lt;br /&gt;resep ini mudah sekali dibuat, lumayan untuk mengisi waktu luang. Tetapi, biarpun mudah kadang2 tetap ada kendala, berikut tips dari saya (gayaa banget ya :D):&lt;br /&gt;1. pastikan tepung pancake menyatu sempurna dengan air dan nggak menggumpal (kalo menggumpal tampilannya jadi jelek&lt;br /&gt;2. gunakan sedikit saja margarin untuk teflon, jika agak banyak maka pancake menjadi tidak cantik tampilannya, terlihat basah dan kurang menarik (rasanya juga menjadi kurang enak)&lt;br /&gt;3. ketika menuangkan adonan ke teflon, meskipun ingin membuat adonan selebar mungkin, pastikan menuangkan adonan dari bagian tengah teflon, lalu angkat dan goyang2 dan miringkan teflon agar adonan melebar kesamping dengan sendirinya. Menuangkan adonan dari samping atau melebarkan dengan alat bantu (sendok dll) akan merusak tampilan kulit pancake, bahkan bisa merobek kulit pancake.&lt;br /&gt;3. seberapapun banyaknya air yang digunakan, jangan menambahkan gula pada adonan tepung pancake karena tepung pancake itu udah manis banget. menambahkan gula bukan ide bagus.&lt;br /&gt;4.memanggang pancake tidak lama, karena itu jangan sekali2 meninggalkan adonan diatas kompor, atau sambil twitteran, dijamin gosong :D&lt;br /&gt;         Well, ini tips saya buat serasa saya udah ahli aja, percayalan teman, ini adalah pancake pertama yang saya buat seumur hidup saya, pake feeling aja, yah feeling, saya hanyalah koki amatir yang sedang belajar jadi kalo ada yang aneh2 maklumin saja, lain kali kita coba lagi resep lain yaa, happy monday everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"cooking is all about feeling, without feeling, cooking is just nothing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-475493771327458796?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/475493771327458796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=475493771327458796' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/475493771327458796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/475493771327458796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/06/cerita-koki-amatir.html' title='Cerita Koki Amatir'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TBUdZY4yp4I/AAAAAAAAAhA/iL7HhUS3epU/s72-c/P5300628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-3329989990671205425</id><published>2010-06-11T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T18:42:40.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Story'/><title type='text'>It's time to Africa :)</title><content type='html'>Hola Amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Satu jam menuju pembukaan Piala Dunia 2010 South Africa. Saya jadi deg2an x)&lt;br /&gt;Bener2 nggak sabar untuk nonton. What is so good about this superb event is that it holds in The Land of Africa, a destination to die for (for me :D). Saya menyukai tanah Africa sejak  kebanyakan mengkonsumsi VCD2  dari Animal Planet dan Discovery Channel, apalagi setelah menonton salah satu seri dari Animal Planet yang judulnya Mohru, The Lion Paradise. Saya mencamkan dalam hati, saya harus ke Afrika.. Well, all the lions there should be really proud, these days, Africa is not only pupolar of the safari land, lions, and deserts, but also by being the host of 2010 FIFA World Cup, Africa rules!&lt;br /&gt;Banyak hal mengesankan yang terjadi setiap Piala Dunia, saya bener2 ngeh Piala Dunia sejak 1998, ada kenangan manis di tahun ini, yang ngingetin indahnya masa kecil. Waktu itu, Perancis menjadi tuan rumah Piala Dunia. Saya yang waktu itu masih kelas 4 SD sebenernya nggak begitu ngerti Piala Dunia, taunya semua di TV tentang bola sampai Ibu saya di bulan itu membelikan baju kaos kembaran untuk saya dan lian, adik saya yang waktu itu masih kelas 2 SD. Kaos itu sangat macho, bukan seperti kaos anak cewek kebanyakan. Punya saya berwarna biru, sedangkan punya lian warnanya oranye. Kaos itu bergambar lambang Piala Dunia 1998, dengan tulisan "Coupe du monde", tulisan berbahasa Perancis yang belakangan saya tau artinya adalah Piala Dunia. Ah ibu, how sweet, kaos itu saya pakai sampai SMP hingga akhirnya diwariskan ke sepupu2 kecil saya. Kalo inget saya jadi pengen nyari keberadaan kaos itu lagi sekarang :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/1447/fifawc1998hd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 217px;" src="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/1447/fifawc1998hd2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Piala Dunia 2002, saya kelas 2 SMP, saya inget banget waktu itu kami sedang pindah ke kelas yang baru dibangun, yang sekelilingnya masih lahan tandus, sehingga masa2 heboh Piala Dunia dihabiskan dengan merawat tanah di sekitar kelas menjadi taman2 bunga, sudah menjadi tanggung jawab tiap kelas atas tanah disekitarnya. akhirnya ruang kelas baru yang sekelilingnya gersang setelah dirawat oleh kami sekelas menjadi hijau dan lebih teduh. (waktu SMP kami bahkan punya pelajaran pertanian dimana kami harus serius bercocok tanam hingga memanen di lahan sekolah :D).&lt;br /&gt;Piala Dunia 2006 lebih mengesankan. waktu itu saya sedang di Palembang, Bimbingan Belajar Persiapan tes masuk ke universitas. Saya tinggal di rumah sepupu saya yang sudah berkeluarga dengan 3 anak yang masih kecil. Suami sepupu saya nggak begitu suka sepak bola jadi nggak mengikuti Piala Dunia 2006. Saya inget banget saya ngga enak kalo tiap hari nonton bola, jadinya saya ngikutin lewat radio walkman saya. Menyedihkan waktu Brazil kalah, hehe. Selain itu, Piala Dunia 2006 juga ngingetin saya sama sahabat2 SMA, waktu itu baru perpisahan jadi setiap malam sering telpon2an pake mentari gratis ngobrol sepuasnya dengan pulsa minimal 25000. Setiap malam saya cerita2 sama sahabat2 saya, termasuk ngomongin Piala Dunia, kebetulan temen deket saya banyakan cowok yang suka bola, jadilah nyambung, hehe. Masih di jaman Piala Dunia 2006, saya tukeran gift sama salah satu temen baik saya, fahrul, saya ngasih dia kostum jerman (kalo nggak salah, saya udah lupa) dan saya mendapatkan kostum kuning favorit saya, Kaka-Brazil, senang sekali. samapai sekarang baju itu masih sering dipakai, adem soalnya. selain itu saya masih menyimpan gift yang saya beli di Palembang Town Square, pajangan sepatu dan bola mini.&lt;br /&gt;Pas final, saya berkesempatan pulang ke rumah. Saya inget banget, saya nonton di TV kamar bareng bapak, tadinya ibu dan adik2 saya niatnya mau nonton juga, tapi akhirnya semua nyerah sama ngantuk, jadilah saya nonton sama bapak, walopun diomelin karena nonton sambil tiduran, aah, I'm so damn missing that moment :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TBIfGFiPEqI/AAAAAAAAAgo/JCUzFojdEuE/s1600/DSC00608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TBIfGFiPEqI/AAAAAAAAAgo/JCUzFojdEuE/s200/DSC00608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481477885888762530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TBIfGno_MlI/AAAAAAAAAgw/uv-U__xXio0/s1600/DSC00609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TBIfGno_MlI/AAAAAAAAAgw/uv-U__xXio0/s200/DSC00609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481477895043887698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kenang2an Piala Dunia 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, nggak kerasa beberapa menit lagi Piala Dunia mulai, nggak apa saya menonton di TV, nggak langsung, tapi suatu hari nanti saya berdoa semoga saya bisa menginjakkan kaki di Afrika, amiiin ya Allah :)&lt;br /&gt;See ya in Africa fellas :D&lt;br /&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/3243868695048772142-3329989990671205425?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/3329989990671205425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=3329989990671205425' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/3329989990671205425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/3329989990671205425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-time-to-africa.html' title='It&apos;s time to Africa :)'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TBIfGFiPEqI/AAAAAAAAAgo/JCUzFojdEuE/s72-c/DSC00608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-2133355446029716192</id><published>2010-06-10T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T01:30:06.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Relations'/><title type='text'>Poor Brown Pelican and Oil Spill</title><content type='html'>Hola Amigos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;karena boseeen sama berita2 tentang video mirip artis, marilah wahai kawan kita ngomongin masalah BP Oil aja yaa, sebelumnya yang pengen tau tentang BP klik &lt;a href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bp"&gt;di sini&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ceritanya Mei lalu terjadilah insiden oil spill yang menghebohkan, bikin heboh karena minyak yang mencemari itu jumlahnya naudzubillah banyak, kalo mau tau gimana kejadiannya, ini simak videonya.. *makasih buat bang youtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XLiqvZOP8TY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XLiqvZOP8TY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hingga saat ini masih dilakukan proses oil cleanup di teluk meksiko, tempat terjadinya oil spill ini. si pakar2 mulailah kritik sana kritik sini. Obama banyak dinilai harus bertanggung jawab juga atas insiden ini soalnya ngasih izin pengeboran minyak bawah laut untuk pengadaan energi AS. Tapi banyak juga yang bilang kalo ini adalah tanggung jawab si BP, apapun pendapatnya, Oil Spill ini ngurusinnya nggak gampang (jd inget lapindo). semua pihak harus kerjakeras, BP Oil nggak mau disalahin sepenuhnya dengan justifikasi bahwa ini adalah kecelakaan. Nggak lama setelah insiden ini mereka langsung bikin iklan permohonan maaf, bukannya dapet simpati, malah dikecam sama Obama yang menyatakan kalo uang untuk bikin iklan itu mendingan dipake buat biaya bersihin Oil Spill aja.&lt;br /&gt;Well, dulu peristiwa macam ini pernah terjadi di Alaska, di Prince William Sound tepatnya, saya punya national geographic edisi  Januari 1990 yang memuat berita tentang ini, isinya menyedihkan (yang mau pinjem boleh ke saya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TBCfp34qv1I/AAAAAAAAAgY/IvdrJOTKtVA/s1600/DSC00601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TBCfp34qv1I/AAAAAAAAAgY/IvdrJOTKtVA/s320/DSC00601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481056288234979154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TBCfqXudwAI/AAAAAAAAAgg/VuW-xhstnN4/s1600/DSC00603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TBCfqXudwAI/AAAAAAAAAgg/VuW-xhstnN4/s320/DSC00603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481056296782118914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kejadian 20an tahun lalu keulang lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lepas dari perdebatan siapa yang bertanggungjawab, saya sedih liat berita mengenai burung pelikan yang baru 6 bulan lalu dinyatakan nggak lagi termasuk dalam spesies yang terancam punah, eh sepertinya sekarang harus di list lagi dalam&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; endangered species &lt;/span&gt;karena oil spill ini membahayakan mereka. saya pertama baca &lt;a href="http://whatupbeth.tumblr.com/post/661577710/the-environmentalist-in-me-wants-to-kill-myself"&gt;di sini&lt;/a&gt; silahkan baca juga dan siap2 miris liat foto pelikan yang susah bergerak setelah menyelam ke air, karena air udah terkena tumpahan minyak dan minyak itu bikin mereka nggak bisa menggerakkan sayap mereka. kadang2 ngeliat hewan yang menderita itu lebih menyedihkan daripada ngeliat manusia, akrena manusia punya akal, bisa cari solusi kalo kena masalah, lah kalo hewan nggak bisa apa2...&lt;br /&gt;oke, segini aja curhat mengenai pelikan ini. saya masih berharap anak cucu saya nanti masih bisa liat pelikan. amiin..&lt;br /&gt;pelikan, semoga bisa bertahan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://saferenvironment.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/oil_spill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 435px;" src="http://saferenvironment.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/oil_spill.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://naturescrusaders.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/oilsoakedbird.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 320px;" src="http://naturescrusaders.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/oilsoakedbird.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ada quote bagus dari Pete Wentz (Gitarisnya Fall Out Boys):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Seriously we went to the moon how long ago and we can't stop this oil spill? Shoot the dudes from jersey shore into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang mau tau klik aja, ini tentang &lt;a href="http://www.fws.gov/endangered/i/b/sab2s.html"&gt;brown pelican&lt;/a&gt;, ini tentang dan berita &lt;a href="http://www.thejakartapost.com/news/2010/06/06/gulf-oil-spill039s-threat-wildlife-turns-real.html"&gt;dampak dari oil spill&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;que tenga un buen fin de semana amigos :)&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/3243868695048772142-2133355446029716192?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/2133355446029716192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=2133355446029716192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/2133355446029716192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/2133355446029716192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/06/poor-brown-pelican-and-oil-spill.html' title='Poor Brown Pelican and Oil Spill'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TBCfp34qv1I/AAAAAAAAAgY/IvdrJOTKtVA/s72-c/DSC00601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-917159706133249831</id><published>2010-06-09T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T21:36:42.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Relations'/><title type='text'>International Cooperation, The Answer of Poverty, Hunger, and Development Problems.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mba-channel.com/editoruploads/images/GSBA_International_Cooperation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.mba-channel.com/editoruploads/images/GSBA_International_Cooperation.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!Hola Amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;       Here's just a simple thing in my mind, I've written this about a year ago but havent posted it yet :D&lt;br /&gt;    When firstly heard about international cooperation, we have to know what cooperation means. In Oxford Learner’s Pocket Dictionary, we could find that cooperation comes from the word cooperate, it means acting or working together with common purpose; or willingness to be helpful. This means that cooperation is not a bad culture to build in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;            Cooperation began with the assumption that humanity is social beings. Everybody can not survive by his own. We will find that we need helps from another, and so does state. There will always be lack of a sources in  one state but excess in others, so when those states decide to cooperate, they could complete each other. From that brief explanation, we will surely understand, why there should be an international cooperation, because of a very simple view that humanity is social beings that complete each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;            We can see now that our world is devided in to a lot of areas with different condition and situation. There are some areas that fully modernized and industrialized. But while people there living prosperously, more people is threaten by many reasons. Poverty and hunger is still the scariest problem we are facing. Everybody needs at least water and staple foods to keep staying alive but the fact in some area we are shown that the access to the food is difficult and sometimes unreachable. This fenomena is brought by the poverty and limited access to the food. Because of poverty, many people couldn’t get money to buy daily necessity. Even if United Nations has approved the Millenium developement Goals (MDGs) in 2000, and even though the first goal was the eradication of extreme poverty and hunger, with the target of halving the proportion of people living on less than a dollar a day by 2015, is it possible without international cooperation? I don’t think so. If there are no cooperation among nations, there will be no distribution of sources. For example Indonesia. Indonesia is dense populated country. In the year of 2008, we had to import rice because we could not fulfill the rice neccessary in our country. As we know, in that time we got so many natural disasters in many areas so the farmer couldn’t get the maximal result in the harvest time. Imagine if we didn’t cooperate with Thailand in importing rice, how many people would suffer hunger or even famine?&lt;br /&gt;         Back to Indonesia’s inner problem, the farmer couldn’t get the maximal harvest result because of the weather, development problems and also the lack of technology. This problems seem to be not possible to solved by our own. It is not a kind of skeptical veiws but it is realistic. We better try to realize the fact that now we had nothing to do with those problems. Why don’t we admit our weakness to be stronger? We need another hand to huddle us up. For example we could learn from japan. Japan is now on Green-tech Lifestyle. It is a programme to build the human resources, by the management, infrastructure, energy, and financial. It’s good for us to learn by the Japanese. Then about natural disaster problems. Many people thinks that natural disaster is Godsend. Based on my opinion, it might be true but it doesn’t mean that we can’t do anything. Japan is also a country that sensitively covered by natural disaster because of its mountainous topografy, but japanese had a high technology to overcome this problem. Japan is a developed country that has no problems with development problems. That’s all what we really need to understand. Once again, without cooperation, is it possible to apply in our country?&lt;br /&gt;         Further than poverty, hunger, and development, there will be a very big challenge in front of our faces, globalizations. Sooner we will enter a new era of borderless world where people may go and trade abroad easily without complicated rules. Free trade area seems to be a trend. Actually it doesn’t matter if we have the capability to stand by our own feet, but if we are less of capability and we have no intention to be closed to a capable county, we have to be ready to left and failed. I assert once more, i’m not in a skeptical view and I do regard people who thinks ideally that international cooperation is useless, but I prefer to be gently realized by seeing the fact.&lt;br /&gt;        We, like or dislike, agree or disagree, have to have a good cooperation with other country. Developing countries need to learn more from the prosperous countries. International cooperation is the right place for it. There’s no choice to live alone, we just choose whether we join international cooperation or ready to be left ^_^&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/3243868695048772142-917159706133249831?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/917159706133249831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=917159706133249831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/917159706133249831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/917159706133249831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/06/international-cooperation-answer-of.html' title='International Cooperation, The Answer of Poverty, Hunger, and Development Problems.'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-8964826982844535060</id><published>2010-06-08T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T23:32:13.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Relations'/><title type='text'>Zeitgeist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.newmov.com/pic/divx/2009/Zeitgeist.Addendum.2008.DVDRip.XviD-MoH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 490px;" src="http://www.newmov.com/pic/divx/2009/Zeitgeist.Addendum.2008.DVDRip.XviD-MoH.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hola amigos, ceritanya saya akhir2 ini kebanyakan curhat di blog ini, hehe.. udah lama nggak menulis tentang Hubungan Internasional jadinya tulisan ini saya keluarkan juga di blog, semoga bermanfaat. ini review saya buat untuk memenuhi tugas mata kuliah Filsafat dan Metodologi dalam Hubungan Internasional semester lalu, bahasanya nggak berat kok, jadi... enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeitgeist adalah sebuah film dokumenter yang dibuat oleh Peter Joseph pada tahun 2007. Film ini berisi berbagai macam konspirasi, mulai dari asal mula agama kristian, serangan terorisme 11 September, dan mengenai sistem perbankan dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagian pertama film menunjukkan berbagai fakta yang merujuk pada konsep bahwa dunia dan alam semesta ini tercipta secara kebetulan dan degan begitu saja. Ini tentu berbalik sekali dengan kepercayaan orang yang beragama bahwa dunia ini diciptakan oleh ‘yang menciptakan’. Film ini teurtama manunjukkan konspirasi mengenai mitos Jesus Christ, dikaitkan dengan kepercayaan mesir kuno. Jesus Christ dianggap sebagai mitos yang sengaja dibuat dengan mengikuti kepercayaan mesir kuno dan sedikit ditambah dengan beberapa mitos dari kitab orang Yahudi. pada akhirnya film ini menegaskan bahwa Jesus Christ adalah karakter fiksi yang tidak benar-benar ada, yang dibuat dari mitos-mitos, ritual-ritual dan simbol-simbol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurut saya, agama sesungguhnya memiliki epistemologi yang berbeda dengan epistemologi modern saat ini. Epistemologi modern saat ini menekankan pada segala sesuatu yang sifatnya empiris dan hanya dalam taraf kesadaran manusia yang peling rendah, sedangkan dalam agama, ada yang disebut alam halus dan alam bawah sadar dan dunia ini tidak hanya sebatas materi yang dapat diinderakan saja, melainkan mencakup semua isi dunia (termasuk yang tidak terinderakan) dengan penciptanya. Dilihat dari sisi liberalisme, film ini memiliki hak untuk menyebarkan argumen-argumen si pembuatnya, tetapi ternyata tidak smeua orang lantas langsung percaya begitu saja dengan konspirasi ini. Banyak juga orang yang tetap bertahan pada idealismenya. Sehingga meskipun pada akhir bagian pertama film ini dikatakan bahwa agama adalah perbudakan, mitos yang mengontrol masyarakat, namun faktanya tetap banyak orang yang beragama di dunia ini. Dan bagi saya sebagai seorang muslim, agama tentu saja bukan perbudakan. Jika Peter Joseph menemukan berbagai mitos dalam Injil (yang saat ini), maka saya mengingat bahwa bagi kaum muslim, Injil kaum Kristian adalah sebenarnya Injil yang sudah tidak murni lagi sehingga mitos yang dikemukakan oleh Joseph tidak ada berpengaruh terhadap agama saya, apalagi sampai membuat saya mengubah pola pikir saya atas agama saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam bagian ke dua film ini diceritakan bahawa serangan teroris 11 september terhadap WTC adalah sebuah konspirasi, sebuah kebohongan besar. Peter Joseph menyebutnya sebagai “criminal elements within the US government staged a ‘flash flag’ terror attack on its own citizen, in order to manipulate public perception into supporting it’s agenda”. Dijelaskan pula bahwa ada kontrol terhadap masyarakat untuk memberikan gambaran atas apa yang disebut dengan ‘terorisme’ sebagai musuh bersama melalui manipulasi kelompok-kelompok tertentu yang dibayar untuk melakukan aksi teror dibawah kendali mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam realita hubungan internasional, menurut teori realisme, negara dibenarkan melakukan apa saja untuk mencapai kepentingannya, termasuk juga seperti yang diceritakan dalam film ini (jika itu pun benar). Kenyataannya negara juga dikuasai oleh sekelompok orang (pemerintah) yang bisa melakukan apa saja dengan kekuasaan itu demi kepentingan mereka, namun jika sampai pada tahap membuat kosnpirasi dengan memusnahkan manusia, tentu saja tidak bisa dibenarkan, melanggar HAM dan mengganggu stabilitas perdamaian di dunia ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagian ketiga dari film ini menceritakan mengenai konspirasi perbankan internasional yang menurut Peter Joseph hanya dikuasai oleh beberapa orang saja sejak jaman dulu. Bahkan diceritakan juga bagaimana konspirasi Perang Dunia I dan Perang Dunia 2 yang sengaja dibuat untuk mendapatkan keuntungan. Perang bagi bankir internasional adalah hal yang paling menguntungkan. Contohnya pada Perang Dunia I, mereka mendapatkan keuntungan 200 juta USD sementara perang hanya menghabisakan 30 juta USD saja. Diceritakan juga bagaimana kehidupan manusia saat ini dikontrol oleh apa yang disebut sebagai ‘the large company’ dimana sebenarnya manusia tidak benar-benar diberikan pendidikan, tetapi malah diberi lebih banyak hiburan melalui berbagai media agar tidak banyak berpikir. Ini berarti secara tidak langsung hidup manusia dikontrol dan pada akhirnya kontrol ini akan membentuk ‘world government’ dengan sebagian orang tadi sebagai penguasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurut saya berbicara mengenai ekonomi, pasti akan selalu ada golongan yang menguasai setiap transaksi yang terjadi. Dari kebanyakan transaksi ini, akan terkostruk mengenai siapa yang menjadi hegemon (yang menguasai secara dominan dan paling berpengaruh), hal ini tidak bisa dihindari. Jika sekelompok orang memanfaatkan hampir seluruh manusia di bumi ini sebagai sumber keuntungan mereka, maka tidak dapat dibenarkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, saya selalu bingung kalo ngomongin masalah konspirasi. kalo kata Aquinas, teori konspirasi bisa dipakai jika benar2 diyakini dan lalu kemudian baru berusaha membuktikannya, buat saya kalo semua yang diceritakan di film ini adalah konspirasi, bukan tidak mungkin si pembuat film ini juga sedang berkonspirasi, hehe.. tapi setiap orang bebaslah berpendapat, toh ini negara demokrasi bukaan ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-8964826982844535060?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/8964826982844535060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=8964826982844535060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/8964826982844535060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/8964826982844535060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/06/zeitgeist.html' title='Zeitgeist'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-4465526864344534266</id><published>2010-06-06T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T22:01:41.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skripsweet'/><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache0.bigcartel.com/product_images/1881659/300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://cache0.bigcartel.com/product_images/1881659/300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what is hope to you?&lt;br /&gt;I keep almost my whole life hoping.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for everything bright in the future.&lt;br /&gt;when everyone says that it's impossible, I still believe in my hope.&lt;br /&gt;I know what I have to do is just waiting and keeping standing in my own path.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I have faith, I keep myself confidence in this critical time.&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, my honoured supervisor seemly doesnt know what is hope to me.&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt matter, hope is different for everyone and he has nothing to do with my hope.&lt;br /&gt;why would he care?&lt;br /&gt;Too much believeing in myself sometimes makes me sick! I'm sick of too much hope too!&lt;br /&gt;What is alright after all these time?&lt;br /&gt;Will I be fine in this next 2 months?&lt;br /&gt;God, did I make a fatal mistake from the start? or should I have chosen easier path?&lt;br /&gt;sound HOPELESS, sigh..&lt;br /&gt;semangaaaat! :)&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/3243868695048772142-4465526864344534266?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/4465526864344534266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=4465526864344534266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/4465526864344534266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/4465526864344534266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/06/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-7201975888181774254</id><published>2010-05-28T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T22:05:39.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campuss Life'/><title type='text'>Unforgettable Obake Matsuri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well, last sunday, I went to a japanese festival, Obake Matsuri by department of japan literature in my campuss. It was totally fun, for the first time in my life I did really enjoy the festival.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early that day, I was really intersted by that event. I've made an appointment with my friends, dina, bamby, douglas, masanto, and lala on 1 pm at FISIP. On a half pass 12, bamby texted me "Buketu,cosplay2an yuk,aq bwa kostum2 lho. ayo2.."&lt;br /&gt;whoa, I was so curious what costumes did he bought. well, finally I went to that event wearing a vampire knights blazer (I dont know who's vampire knights actually but, I just wore the blazer :D).&lt;br /&gt;our first destination there was Obake house (it's a japanese haunted house), but unfortunately, we were failed to get the queue. then we bought and ate some japanese food, Oishii nee (oishi means delicious). I like the okonomiyaki best, the octopus part was so yummy.&lt;br /&gt;beside that, the best part of Obake Matsuri is cosplay competition, cosplay is an art where the artist wear some costumes following an anime character, a movie character, and other character in japanese customes. I loved the competitors' art. they're all total. I wore a vampire knights blazer borrowed by bamby, douglas wore the death note jacket, masanto wore the prince of tennis jacket, and bamby, I'm not really sure whay he wore, but he looked like someone in Naruto's stories :D&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy that I could see many people wore the same costume as me, and I could take some photo with them.&lt;br /&gt;we're still there untill the night. we wanted to see hanabi (hanabi means fireworks).  well, because the hanabi would be shown after 9 pm, we decided to cancel it because we were damn hungry that time.&lt;br /&gt;at 8 pm, we were out from the event. then we go to 'Refresh', a simple cafe around our campuss, then had an lately dinner.&lt;br /&gt;that was totally fun my dear friends.. thankyou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://ardiwardhana.wordpress.com/"&gt;bamby-kun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (see bamb, as you wished, I really make it BIG :D) for the blazer and for taking my photos.&lt;br /&gt;well, when I was with my beloved friends, I felt like there's no burdens in my head, nothing's bothering me. I could be relax and glad, atashi no tomodachi wa kakkoi ne, hontouni arigatou minna :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;taking pictures with everyone who wore the same costume as me, thankyou bamby :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TAACk1ooBiI/AAAAAAAAAgA/_zi1LbcRetU/s1600/DSCN4301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TAACk1ooBiI/AAAAAAAAAgA/_zi1LbcRetU/s320/DSCN4301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476379978778543650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TAACkumBDgI/AAAAAAAAAf4/ZW4T1rjkQNQ/s1600/DSCN4300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TAACkumBDgI/AAAAAAAAAf4/ZW4T1rjkQNQ/s320/DSCN4300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476379976888552962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TAACkXDIPyI/AAAAAAAAAfw/dDsXypW0YQ4/s1600/DSCN4299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TAACkXDIPyI/AAAAAAAAAfw/dDsXypW0YQ4/s320/DSCN4299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476379970568208162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TAACj4Sq98I/AAAAAAAAAfo/qQa61E_YXi0/s1600/DSCN4298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TAACj4Sq98I/AAAAAAAAAfo/qQa61E_YXi0/s320/DSCN4298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476379962311899074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bamby with monster-is-not-so-familiar-for-me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TAAC173jaoI/AAAAAAAAAgI/o3xilTDKt_w/s1600/DSCN4281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TAAC173jaoI/AAAAAAAAAgI/o3xilTDKt_w/s320/DSCN4281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476380272509545090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;waited for hanabi but we couldnt make it, but it didnt matter, thanks opung..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TAAB_1vAxNI/AAAAAAAAAfY/70cqe3BnQVs/s1600/DSCN4316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TAAB_1vAxNI/AAAAAAAAAfY/70cqe3BnQVs/s320/DSCN4316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476379343150171346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bamby was really interested to find anyone who wore the same costume as us, look, masanto took a picture with someone-he-dont-know but wore the prince of tennis jacket too, kawaiii :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TAAB_YtJWVI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/pJAfHpiSGLo/s1600/DSCN4307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TAAB_YtJWVI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/pJAfHpiSGLo/s320/DSCN4307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476379335357716818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dina and the 1st champion of cosplay competition, she wore a very pretty kimono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TAAB-rTNa-I/AAAAAAAAAfA/XU5MfpT3J2A/s1600/DSCN4309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TAAB-rTNa-I/AAAAAAAAAfA/XU5MfpT3J2A/s320/DSCN4309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476379323169336290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dont have any idea about this one ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TAAB-X9ICKI/AAAAAAAAAe4/5An_EGE_qK4/s1600/DSCN4277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TAAB-X9ICKI/AAAAAAAAAe4/5An_EGE_qK4/s320/DSCN4277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476379317976434850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyFull" title="Justify Full" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 13);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Justify Full" class="gl_align_full" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-7201975888181774254?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/7201975888181774254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=7201975888181774254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/7201975888181774254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/7201975888181774254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/05/unforgettable-obake-matsuri.html' title='Unforgettable Obake Matsuri'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/TAACk1ooBiI/AAAAAAAAAgA/_zi1LbcRetU/s72-c/DSCN4301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-8407882142241595968</id><published>2010-05-28T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T22:06:36.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Patience or Stupidity?</title><content type='html'>I've just browsed on my twitter account and found a senior, kak Iip tweet a quote, and then my head was twisting for some minutes, here's the quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's a thin line between patience and stupidity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, that means, I've been so stupid these time. Okay, every tomorrow could be a new start. I'll stop being stupidly patience. This is a fault that I often did in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;Latest, I've almost spent my whole time thinking about a person, just call this person X (I'll always love X as an initial, isnt it mysterious :D). I even did many stupid things for X, but what I've got? X even never says 'thanks' for everything I did for X.&lt;br /&gt;X tells me manythings and I'll make sure that everything will be just alright, but X never at once asks me whether I'm okay. Ah, I never realized that I've did a mess untill a friend of mine asked me "Aren't you tired?".wohoo, that time I directly woke up, okay, I have to stop here before it's going further. Honestly I am too tired. I don't mind being friends with anykind of person, but you know, having a friend like X is a bit hard, for now I still can smile although my heart  is upset. I was thinking that's what friends are for, but  now I realize that being too nice is naive, my lovely friends :)&lt;br /&gt;well, knowing someone isn't about just wearing him/her. Everything is about 'take' and 'give'. Now you may just 'take' but believe me it won't last my friends. If you like to share, there's also time you need to listen, no this is not about love. Love is another case, friendship is how you love wihthout purpose, and it will be naturally 'take' and 'give' :)&lt;br /&gt;have a nice long weekend amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S_-fZMkbdKI/AAAAAAAAAeo/vkqSos-aNuo/s1600/P5020392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S_-fZMkbdKI/AAAAAAAAAeo/vkqSos-aNuo/s320/P5020392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476270927125378210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;night @ pvj with some besties (thankyou andri for the photos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-8407882142241595968?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/8407882142241595968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=8407882142241595968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/8407882142241595968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/8407882142241595968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/05/patience-or-stupidity.html' title='Patience or Stupidity?'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S_-fZMkbdKI/AAAAAAAAAeo/vkqSos-aNuo/s72-c/P5020392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-5073508685988438935</id><published>2010-05-25T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:58:46.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unlabels'/><title type='text'>T_T</title><content type='html'>Hari ini saya sedih banget, perasaan saya kacau, nggak bisa nahan nangis. saya sedih, saya janjian sama dosen pemimbing saya ketemu hari ini, beliau nggak dateng, bukan, bukan itu yg bikin saya super sedih, demi ketemu si bapak, saya harus merelakan nggak dateng ke wisudaan salah satu teman terbaik dan terlama saya.&lt;br /&gt;saya benci, saya benci nggak bisa dateng ke wisudaan sahabat saya. di kampus ketemu temen ditanyain "nggak dateng ke wisudaan nindy? ih kamu kan temennya masa nggak dateng?"&lt;br /&gt;they dont know how hard to make this decision, berat banget milih ketemu dosen yang akhirnya nggak dateng dan memutuskan nggak dateng ke wisudaan nindy.&lt;br /&gt;ibu saya bahkan bilang "Ya Allah, masa kamu nggak dateng ke wisudaan nindy", seandainya ibu tau gimana dosen pembimbing saya, saya nggak bisa seenak saya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;saya pengen banget dateng, nindy bilang "dahulukan skripsi", tapi saya nampaknya sangat sial hari ini, udah nggak dateng wisuda nindy, dosen saya juga ngebatalin ketemu.&lt;br /&gt;sejak nindy sidang 2 bulan lalu saya udah berniat pasti dateng, tapi apa.. nindy bilang nggak apa2, tapi saya tetep sedih, saya pengen liat sahabat saya pake toga. sekarang liat foto wisudaannya di facebook bikin nyesek, I should be there, I'm sorry nindy, Congratulation dear.. semoga dilancarin urusan2 sesudah wisuda ini, sukses teman...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-5073508685988438935?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/5073508685988438935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=5073508685988438935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/5073508685988438935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/5073508685988438935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/05/tt.html' title='T_T'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-1673508509096521329</id><published>2010-05-22T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:59:17.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>Don't Worry, I'm not That Sorry :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You dont have to feel sorry about me. Dont ever took a pity on me too. I'm trying to get a life and I dont want you to ruin it for the second time. Everything about us, no, about you and me, is over. You have nothing to do with me, and I should mean nothing to you.&lt;br /&gt;Never act like you care, it really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;You're not an angel, nor a saint, so with your honour, please stop this. Stop bothering me with your halfway kindness, what for? It wont change the way I'm feeling and the way you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;Err.. dont tell me what to do, and dont promise me manythings. You're not even my father. you're not in the place to be nice to me, I wont care what you are doing, they're none of my bussiness.&lt;br /&gt;No, I'll never hate someone like you, you are really the best I've ever known (at least untill now). I used to believe in everything you said, but not now when you're nice because you thought that you're a fault for me.&lt;br /&gt;It's totally okay now, you.. let's forget it all. I may need many years to do but wont it  be easier for you, so what to worry? you.. please get your life, I might have mine someday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I wish I could tell you these, but in fact, I cant, haha.. how pathetic :D)&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/3243868695048772142-1673508509096521329?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/1673508509096521329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=1673508509096521329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/1673508509096521329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/1673508509096521329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-worry-im-not-that-sorry.html' title='Don&apos;t Worry, I&apos;m not That Sorry :)'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-8585084340375787925</id><published>2010-05-19T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T22:11:55.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indonesia'/><title type='text'>JAKARTA</title><content type='html'>Hola amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Siapa yang nggak suka Jakarta? ngacung! pasti banyak banget.&lt;br /&gt;kesan orang-orang yang tinggal di Jakarta adalah kebanyakan kesan buruk akan suatu kota yang penuh manusia, sesak, panas, keras, macet, plus copet.. hh.. kebanyakan terkenal yang jelek-jeleknya.&lt;br /&gt;sampai akhir tahun lalu, Jakarta yang saya tau cuma sebatas Jakarta Selatan :p&lt;br /&gt;daerah Lebak Bulus, Bintaro, sampe Blok M yg saya khatam, mau ditinggalin sendiri juga bisa pulang deh ke rumah pakde saya di Pesanggrahan, walopun saya pernah nyasar ke Bintaro Plaza malem2 dan panik sendiri :D&lt;br /&gt;Buat saya Jakarta itu mendebarkan *lebay. Januari kemarin, saya belajar mencicipi kerasnya Ibukota. Di hari pertama mencari kosan di Jakarta, mas saya yang nemenin langsung ngasih wejangan, harus hati2, banyak copet, tas harus dipegang yang kuat, saya cuma iya iya aja, eh belum selesai mas saya ngomong, saya udah ngeliat dengan mata sendiri ada orang yang dicopet di Bajaj. Detik itu juga, saya langsung memutuskan bahwa Jakarta bukan sahabat saya, saya CUPU di Ibukota!&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya saya tinggal bertiga di sebuah kamar kecil (bukan WC yaa) di Jalan Pejambon II selama Januari 2010. Dari Kosan, saya dan teman2 seperjuangan lain tinggal loncat ke Deplu.&lt;br /&gt;sekarang,&lt;br /&gt;saya rindu Jakarta...&lt;br /&gt;rindu kosan yang sempit, sarapan dan minum teh bareng disiapin sama bunda tiap pagi, keyla, cucu bunda yang cerewet, dan kipas angin yang setiap malam nangkring di kepala saya.&lt;br /&gt;saya rindu Jakarta...&lt;br /&gt;rindu ruangan saya dulu di lantai 4 BPPK-OI Deplu, rindu suasana hangat yang implisit saya rasakan, rindu ibu sri, rindu pak erlangga, rindu mba debbi yang nggak keberatan diberisikin, rindu semua penghuni disana, rindu kertas2, gunting, lem dan kliping2 berita, rindu mesin fotokopi dan naik turun tangga, rindu suara sepatu mas riza setiap kali mengambil air di galon, rindu direktori ordner yang dulu sempat membuat saya mimisan mengarsipkannya, rindu sama semua yang ada di deplu..&lt;br /&gt;saya rindu Jakarta...&lt;br /&gt;rindu dengan peta busway yang saya bawa kemana pun pergi, rindu menentukan rute2 bus transjakarta, rindu mengunjungi tempat2 baru, rindu berdiri susah payah di bus transjakarta...&lt;br /&gt;saya rindu Jakarta, rindu perasaan cemas tiap kali berjalan, perasaan tidak aman, perasaan seolah semua mata mengintai saya yang orang baru, rindu mengingat aturan2 tidak tertulis, memakai tas tidak di sisi jalan, tidak memangku tas di bajaj, tidak membuka dompet di tempat umum, dan rindu menjadi orang 'sotoy' biar nggak ketauan orang baru.&lt;br /&gt;kangen senen dan buku2nya yang bikin saya ngences, yang harganya murah2, yang disana saya bisa ketemu buku2 lamaaaa kesukaan saya (lupus, olga, 5 sekawan, trio detektif, etc etc) dan buku2 penting macam buku latihan TOEFLnya Baron, ahh.. envy Jakarta for having a place like Senen :(&lt;br /&gt;Intinya kangen JAKARTA dan baik buruknyaaaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jakarta, Kosan, Kayla, Kota Tua, Planetarium, ah, miss all those spots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S_gc1elqy4I/AAAAAAAAAeY/gl9cDPPxQwU/s1600/kotut3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S_gc1elqy4I/AAAAAAAAAeY/gl9cDPPxQwU/s320/kotut3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474157052138539906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S_gc1O-WUOI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/IVS3oDy1KzM/s1600/kotut2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S_gc1O-WUOI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/IVS3oDy1KzM/s320/kotut2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474157047947088098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S_gc0pwNTKI/AAAAAAAAAeI/vd-0uNYxcXk/s1600/kotut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S_gc0pwNTKI/AAAAAAAAAeI/vd-0uNYxcXk/s320/kotut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474157037955665058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;di kota tua, pengalaman jatuh paling memalukan :p&lt;br /&gt;main2 masih pake baju kerja, melepas stres ampe malem liat ramenya kota tua, ketakutan di stasiun kota, buru2 ke halte transjakarta, turun di halte deplu, diliatin orang2 yang keheranan ngeliat ada yg turun di kantor malem2, pulang kecapean tp seneng..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S_gYhmhD4lI/AAAAAAAAAdw/MQARZGgbWCY/s1600/DSC01425.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/__Tp79IDfgMo/S_gYhmhD4lI/AAAAAAAAAdw/MQARZGgbWCY/s320/DSC01425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474152312622801490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;di depan planetarium&lt;br /&gt;(dipoto sm chika)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S_gXi5OfNcI/AAAAAAAAAdY/v6HoQML19QA/s1600/IMG_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S_gXi5OfNcI/AAAAAAAAAdY/v6HoQML19QA/s320/IMG_0126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474151235313415618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sandra dan kayla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S_gXipet_nI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/0PU8B1lDrrQ/s1600/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S_gXipet_nI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/0PU8B1lDrrQ/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474151231086526066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;kosan yang sempit tapi hangat *panas maksudnya, ngangenin :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BPPK-OI Kemenlu and all its crushes :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S_gXh0l7SuI/AAAAAAAAAdA/PSJMP9BHDjs/s1600/IMG_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S_gXh0l7SuI/AAAAAAAAAdA/PSJMP9BHDjs/s320/IMG_0170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474151216889678562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;inilah gedung kantor paling dikangenin sedunia :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S_gXhkTx2cI/AAAAAAAAAc4/IF_n_MvRpt0/s1600/IMG_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S_gXhkTx2cI/AAAAAAAAAc4/IF_n_MvRpt0/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474151212518595010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kangen keluar jalan ini lagi setiap sore...&lt;br /&gt;(dipoto sm ica)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S_gWtxFrhlI/AAAAAAAAAcw/QFvSXr-4xyw/s1600/IMG_0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S_gWtxFrhlI/AAAAAAAAAcw/QFvSXr-4xyw/s320/IMG_0080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474150322595923538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;berpose berkali2 sm pak erlangga, Our Boss, kangen ruangan pak erlangga yg wangi buah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(dipoto sm mba debbi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S_gWtVl5kHI/AAAAAAAAAco/42DGprkXiQI/s1600/IMG_0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S_gWtVl5kHI/AAAAAAAAAco/42DGprkXiQI/s320/IMG_0062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474150315214868594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bu Sri, Bu Sri, kangeeen &gt;.&lt; (dipoto sm ica) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S_gWsvodSaI/AAAAAAAAAcg/js6Jg9ci9i4/s1600/IMG_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S_gWsvodSaI/AAAAAAAAAcg/js6Jg9ci9i4/s320/IMG_0024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474150305025051042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kesempatan langka foto di ruangan kerja Bpk.Ali Alatas&lt;br /&gt;(dipoto sm ica)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S_gWrYp-p3I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/3LhAehFl4H8/s1600/DSC01394+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S_gWrYp-p3I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/3LhAehFl4H8/s320/DSC01394+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474150281677547378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rapih2 di depan pintu masuk&lt;br /&gt;(dipoto sm ica)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-8585084340375787925?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/8585084340375787925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=8585084340375787925' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/8585084340375787925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/8585084340375787925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/05/jakarta.html' title='JAKARTA'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S_gc1elqy4I/AAAAAAAAAeY/gl9cDPPxQwU/s72-c/kotut3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-5326379644651510005</id><published>2010-05-10T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T22:09:10.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Babies are Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0aPW2DWNrtM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0aPW2DWNrtM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hola Amigos! have you watched that superb cute video?&lt;br /&gt;I was really impressed with that trailer and I'm so damn wanting to see the documenter movie but I just dont know where to get it.&lt;br /&gt;well, I'm actually not a really babies' lover. I do love more than 1 year babies but I'm a little bit afraid of under 7 months babies. I'm afraid to touch them, they're like a glass .Until now, I still have no courage to hold them, they're really fragile. they even can not stand their neck on their own, it's so scary for me, I'm afraid that I will broke them T_T&lt;br /&gt;My mum always taught me how to hold an under 7 month baby, but I'm still afraid. That's why I said that babies are miracle. They're fragile but they could survive growing up. Babies could not talk but they always get what they need. If my family ask me to keep their baby, I'll cry too when the baby cries, because I feel useless when I dont know what the baby wants, I mean, baby can't speak, I dont know what should I do. Baby do cry not only when they're hungry, but also in other many moments, when they feel cold, when they feel lonely, when they need some sleep, when they're thirsty, when they feel not comfortable, ah in other uncountable moments.&lt;br /&gt;I can't hold a baby yet but I think to learn more, that's why I hate people who ignores their babies. If you cant keep a baby then dont decide to have a baby that easy. It's so ironic to read many news about how a baby should end the life because of the parents that pay little attention to them. Although they (babies) can not speak yet, although they just can do nothing, they have the right to have a life. people who brings them here, to this world should take responsible of them untill they can do something with their life.&lt;br /&gt;well, for everyone who's raising a baby, you're doing a great job, I adore you all :)&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures of my babies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S-jZJK7f-5I/AAAAAAAAAcI/la7u48vORLc/s1600/5889_100342173617_581018617_2003016_7777145_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S-jZJK7f-5I/AAAAAAAAAcI/la7u48vORLc/s320/5889_100342173617_581018617_2003016_7777145_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469860499017431954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fabian, My Nephew in Bogor, I want to see him soon, I guess He can call me now, "Cik Wit, Cik Wit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S-jYuPSSA3I/AAAAAAAAAb4/Q0DcFb3SpLM/s1600/PikuTaa033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S-jYuPSSA3I/AAAAAAAAAb4/Q0DcFb3SpLM/s320/PikuTaa033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469860036330259314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aqilla, My causin, she was born on the same date with me, but 19 years after&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S-jYtuB-KTI/AAAAAAAAAbw/qtr1nm8GXDw/s1600/Y02+mU%40%28h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S-jYtuB-KTI/AAAAAAAAAbw/qtr1nm8GXDw/s320/Y02+mU%40%28h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469860027403479346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yoyo, My causin, I love love love him so, I hope I still can see him when I back home (well, have you heard about his story? here I wrote it &lt;a href="http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2009/02/cerita-tentang-yoyo.html"&gt;Cerita Tentang Yoyo&lt;/a&gt;) &gt;_&lt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S-jYtPjJHoI/AAAAAAAAAbo/EPbMpjZhhsI/s1600/faikh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S-jYtPjJHoI/AAAAAAAAAbo/EPbMpjZhhsI/s320/faikh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469860019221110402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fa'ikh, My Nephew in Jakarta, seldom see him but maybe next month I'll meet him  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S-jYsz9PEjI/AAAAAAAAAbg/DcZUqNBE6KQ/s1600/Image127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S-jYsz9PEjI/AAAAAAAAAbg/DcZUqNBE6KQ/s320/Image127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469860011814359602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alea, My Niece in Cikarang, She's so smart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, God who creates them is The Greatest, I love you Dear God :)&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day everyone..&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/3243868695048772142-5326379644651510005?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/5326379644651510005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=5326379644651510005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/5326379644651510005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/5326379644651510005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/05/babies-are-miracle.html' title='Babies are Miracle'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S-jZJK7f-5I/AAAAAAAAAcI/la7u48vORLc/s72-c/5889_100342173617_581018617_2003016_7777145_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-7545616138438992424</id><published>2010-05-08T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T07:25:52.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Story'/><title type='text'>Push</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=7545616138438992424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/7545616138438992424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/7545616138438992424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/05/push.html' title='Push'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-6834245046812603822</id><published>2010-04-29T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T09:49:56.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>My Sister is Coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S9m378FE_CI/AAAAAAAAAag/fI0EOrMbHYU/s1600/Kawaii%21%21%210259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S9m378FE_CI/AAAAAAAAAag/fI0EOrMbHYU/s320/Kawaii%21%21%210259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465601863158397986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister, Wida Williannita is coming, she smells so homy ;)&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/3243868695048772142-6834245046812603822?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/6834245046812603822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=6834245046812603822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/6834245046812603822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/6834245046812603822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-sister-is-coming.html' title='My Sister is Coming'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S9m378FE_CI/AAAAAAAAAag/fI0EOrMbHYU/s72-c/Kawaii%21%21%210259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-4242125225199628987</id><published>2010-04-27T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T08:53:11.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Story'/><title type='text'>Moodbooster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hola Amigos, today is such a blessed day. I felt so grateful that everything turned out good enough and perfectly ended.&lt;br /&gt;Saya bangun pagi dibangunin sama thita, teman depan kamar kosan saya. Bangun2 saya langsung beres2 kamar dan nyalain oDell, mendengarkan musik di pagi hari membuat mood saya bagus. Kamar rapi dan bersih saya berniat ngeprint bahan untuk bimbingan saya, tapi tiba2 ponsel saya bunyi, nama di layar langsung membuat saya semangat, hehe.. thankyou for you who was calling me, you are really my moodbooster today. Senang sekali disemangati bikin skripsi, pagi2 udah disemangatin membuat saya bahkan masih semangat aja sampai malam ini, wohoo, sering2 saja.&lt;br /&gt;oke, terimakasih teman, ya orang ini teman saya. Teman saya satu ini selalu minta saya pulang dan kerja di kampung halaman setelah lulus, saya cuma jawab, semoga.. semoga saya diberikan pekerjaan yang layak di tempat yang layak juga dimanapun itu, amin.&lt;br /&gt;kenapa dia moodbooster saya hari ini, hm.. I may say that I'm so glad I have this person, saya butuh suntikan semangat tiba2 orang ini menyemangati, that person's voice sounded really soft, that person only said, "yang semangat ngerjain skripsinya, buruan lulus, pulang". but it was electrified me just like a high power, langsung semangat gitu saya ngeprint dan ke kampus, hontouni arigatou ne :)&lt;br /&gt;Di kampus bertemu pembimbing pertama, mengobrol, bertemu teman2 yang udah ACC bab 5, senang sekali, saya juga pasti bisaa, secepatnya, amiin..&lt;br /&gt;Pulang kampus makan siang spicy salmon rolls sushi di jatos, akhirnya setelah lama ngidam, hehe.. pulang ke kosan terus jam 5 ke kickers, menonton semi final turnamen futsal yang diadain anak Administasi Negara, HI vs Agronomi. pertandingan yang menegangkan, babak pertama terlewati tanpa 1 skor pun, kedua tim sama bagusnya. babak kedua pada akhirnya dikuasai tim HI dengan 3-0. permainannya seru, wasit sempat mengeluarkan kartu merah, banyak tim lawan yang protes, tapi itu bukan urusan saya, saya cuma menonton dan senang HI lolos ke final. Pertandingan berakhir dengan suasana agak 'hot' hehe.. saya jadi mikir betapa kerennya atlit olahraga yang main di tim. pertama harus berkoordinasi dengan baik, kemudian selain tetap harus bermain semaksimal mungkin, harus juga bisa memback-up teman yang permainannya sedang tidak full, nggak boleh marah2, meskipun teman satu tim ada yang bermain tidak memuaskan, atau bahkan meski kita sedang tidak 'total', tetap harus bisa menjaga emosi, dan mempertahankan koordinasi. Oke, selamat kepada tim HI yang lolos ke Final, semoga JUARA nantinya, amiin ya Allah..&lt;br /&gt;Que tenga un buen dia amigos :)&lt;br /&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/3243868695048772142-4242125225199628987?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/4242125225199628987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=4242125225199628987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/4242125225199628987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/4242125225199628987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/04/moodbooster.html' title='Moodbooster'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-339101599008365236</id><published>2010-04-21T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T08:18:32.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Nevi's Getting Married :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hola Amigoos..&lt;br /&gt;today is a big day, my causin, Nevi, 22 years old guy is getting married, congratulation nevii, I wish I could be there, yeah I should be there -_-&lt;br /&gt;nevi was born in the same year as me, 1988, he's 9 months older than me. his mother is my mother's youngest sister. when we were kids, we used to do everything together. I have no brothers and that time he hasnt had sister yet, so my mother loves him and his mother (my aunty) really loves me too.&lt;br /&gt;well, untill we're 8, I got a sisters and he got 2 brothers. I can say that we're complete each other, I sometimes slept in his house and my father would be so damn happy if he stayed in my home. I used to be so closed to him when I was kid. when nevi and his younger brother, feby, stayed in my home, my father would treat them very well, dad even would do everything to make them stay longer, ah, that was so nice. Dad ever mad a wooden sword and gave it to feby, I was jealous, and asked daddy to make one for me. I always love the thundercats sword, and I hope someday I could find it in my old home then treasure it.&lt;br /&gt;We used to be white skinny kid with just a line eyes, then in my teen ages, I've change alot, you could see.. it seemed like the javanese gen from father's starting to work :D&lt;br /&gt;and nevi grew up to be a good looking guy, still with the white skin. he become a guy whom the girl will love at the first sight, yeah even my mom said that he's handsome.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;well, the destiny separated us.. I could enroll my study to a university but  for many reasons, nevi couldnt. After graduation he started working as a civil servant in my town, I wish he could also enroll to a university..&lt;br /&gt;Okay now, that old kid is married, I'm not a kind of lady who does against young marriage, but for him, for nevi, for my lovely brother, I'm a little bit worrying him. I mean he's just turning 22, the same age as me. while I got so many difficulties with my thesis, he's gonna get manythings to handle on his new family. I guess it would be 100 times harder than mine. while I'm hanging out somewhere with my friend,he's dealing with bondy things, marriage.. Can he really be a husband? this is a normal question for me because nevi I know is just an old kid, the same as me. when my parents told me that nevi was going to propose the girl, I was so surprise, he should be kidding, what did he know about marriage.. but that's the fact that he's serious, now, he's married..&lt;br /&gt;aaah.. when I come back home, he'll be a husband, then a father, amiinn..&lt;br /&gt;well, although manythings are spinning around in my head about this marriage, I'M SO HAPPY FOR HIM, God please bless his new family, may he be a good husband gifted a good wife and cute children, and living happily ever after. Tomorrow I'm gonna call him, I want to hear his story, ah darn, I'm missing this guy, my causin who's getting married today :)&lt;br /&gt;well, I've got a cup of coffee this afternoon, what a guilty pleasure, I guess I wont sleep till dawn ;)&lt;br /&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/3243868695048772142-339101599008365236?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/339101599008365236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=339101599008365236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/339101599008365236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/339101599008365236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/04/nevis-getting-married.html' title='Nevi&apos;s Getting Married :)'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-7340402126674201708</id><published>2010-04-20T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:55:07.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Story'/><title type='text'>Fuzzy Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was just thinking, then I'm crying, the easiest way to some minutes escape. I guess God created me with a lot of tears, I can easily cry because of songs, because of some good things, because of a movie (I'll die crying for a sad ending movie), because of animals, because of good news and bad news, because of some good events, and because of any other stuffs I couldnt explain here all.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, I felt tired, sorry for complaining. I do know how climate changes cause many problems for humankind, and I really understand thousands of people are starving while millions are excessive of foods, I'm so sorry for them, but this is just about me... just ignore this, I dont want you to read this, trust me this probably just silly trash (many people judge). Well, everybody has their own problems, each problem will be faced differently by everyone, I wont intrfere except this matter.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I feel something uneasy in my chest and I keep myself believing that everything is okay, I'm so naive..&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid, time is running out... Being pushed in everyway (my thesis's softly killing me), ignored while caring, finding a lot of fakes, being left behind by the one I used to care the most, yeah, my head keeps thinking that I'm moving but my feet havent walked even just for a little step, just say, I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;Ah how I really miss my oldies. I need their shoulders to rely on.. I want to act silly without anyone with high pride and vanity.&lt;br /&gt;Okay let me just realize &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"everything is not going that well"&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/3243868695048772142-7340402126674201708?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/7340402126674201708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=7340402126674201708' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/7340402126674201708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/7340402126674201708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/04/fuzzy-blue.html' title='Fuzzy Blue'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-40491073405789759</id><published>2010-04-15T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:55:35.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Story'/><title type='text'>Beautiful 'Fur Elise'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S8iCm9GTJiI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/CBJ8uPooxhU/s1600/Image004_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S8iCm9GTJiI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/CBJ8uPooxhU/s320/Image004_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460758153934349858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;heyhoo..&lt;br /&gt;Hola Amigos..&lt;br /&gt;minggu ini hampir lewat, menyenangkan sekali rasanya (walaupun sk*ipsi saya tidak begitu bagus nasibnya). mulai dari cerita hari senin dan selasa lalu, saya berdiam diri di kosan, bukan bersemedi atupun tidur, saya sibuk meriksa tugas2 tutorial. sampai sekarang juga masih nyisa 12 makalah kelompok yg harus dibaca, diperiksa, dan dinilai. Nggak cuma itu aja, yang membuat saya sangat tertekan, hehe.. bahan tutorial minggu ini susah, tentang &lt;a href="http://www.etc-graz.at/cms/fileadmin/user_upload/humsec/Journal/marije_eldering_final_version.pdf"&gt;cosmopolitan security sebagai alternatif untuk penyelesaian masalah Bosnia dan Kosovo&lt;/a&gt; (YA ini tentang SK*IPSI saya!). dan karena itulah saya tahu bahasan ini tidak mudah, dan tentunya bagi anak2 tutor tidak semenarik pembahasan tentang lingkungan, ataupun krisis argentina. berhari2 berkutat dengan bahan tutorial, sedikit mendapat pencerahan. Di kelas, saya berusaha menjelaskan semaksimal mungkin, awalnya mereka nggak ngerti, pada akhirnya tetep aja nggak ngerti, tetapi mereka tahu apa itu cosmopolitan security, walaupun kesulitan ketika menghubungkannya dengan sejarah panjang konflik di Bosnia dan Kosovo, My God, kenapa jadi ngomongin ini?&lt;br /&gt;yah, intinya saya udah ngelewatin tutorial minggu ini, keluar kelas dengan kepala berasap dan jilbab keriting (saya bohong), disambut sama teman saya Ucik dan Nindy, YA kami akan menonton pertandingan Futsal HI vs Pertanian. Pertandingan yang panas dan seruu sekali, walaupun  HI kalah, tidak mengapa.. selesai pertandingan, sempat menonton Mankom vs Kelas Internasional Kedokteran sebentar, kemudian kabur dari Kickers menuju lapangan basket Unwim menonton Porang HI 2006 vs Oldstar.&lt;br /&gt;tim oldstar keren banget! 2006 bagus mainnya tapi oldstar memang tidak terkalahkan, dan yang sangat menyenangkan adalah bisa melihat BUZZER BEAT secara langsung, Dios Mio, I'm so grateful.. rasanya seumur2 menonton basket belum pernah menemukan pemain yang mencetak poin di detik terakhir, kemarin salah satu tim oldstar berhasil memasukkan triple point di detik kedua terakhir, keren sekali!!! Selain itu, view di lapangan basket Unwim juga sangat bagus, banyak pohon2, adem, hehe..&lt;br /&gt;beralih dari Buzzer Beat, hari sebelumnya, teman saya &lt;a href="http://gazingdays.tumblr.com/"&gt;Gupta&lt;/a&gt; membantu saya memasangkan senar gitar, Aheeey! saya bisa beratih gitar sekarang. selesai memasangkan gitar saya berlatih bersama guru gitar saya, &lt;a href="http://ardiwardhana.wordpress.com/"&gt;Bamby&lt;/a&gt; yang sangat baik hati, kami belajar memainkan way back in to love dengan gitar, sekarang saya bisa memunculkan bunyi yg jelas dr gitar saya, akhirnyaa,  walaupun belum begitu lancar, saya akan belajar, Bamby, minggu depan aku harus lancaar, terimakasih sekali sudah menjadi guru yang sangaaaaaaaat sabar :)&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini dihabiskan dengan mengerjakan revisi, bimbingan, dan menonton volley 2006 vs 2008, setelah itu kumpul bersama teman2, niatnya mau ngasih surprise buat Andris yang lagi ulang tahun, eh tapinya pas udah beli dan bawa kue kesana, si andrisnya udah pulang ke Bekasi, hiks.. yaudahlah.. wish you a happy birthday ndris :)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, saya lagi sukaa banget sama gitarannya Fredrik Larsson, ini salah satu videonya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S9BUlFoTTcw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S9BUlFoTTcw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the best version of 'Fur Elise' I've ever heard, Beethoven should be touched there ;)&lt;br /&gt;ant quote of the week kali ini adalah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;"If someone wants to be in your life, they will work to be a part of it. So don't bother saving a spot for someone who won't make an effort to stay." (anonim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;have nice days fellas :)&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/3243868695048772142-40491073405789759?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/40491073405789759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=40491073405789759' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/40491073405789759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/40491073405789759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/04/beautiful-fur-elise.html' title='Beautiful &apos;Fur Elise&apos;'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S8iCm9GTJiI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/CBJ8uPooxhU/s72-c/Image004_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-5732222746614409902</id><published>2010-04-12T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T01:02:42.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musics'/><title type='text'>The Script - The Man Who Can't be Moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mAChhKAk22I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mAChhKAk22I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know it makes no sense but what else can I do&lt;br /&gt;How can I move on when I'm still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me&lt;br /&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet&lt;br /&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not moving&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I love to listen to this nice song, for no reasons :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-5732222746614409902?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/5732222746614409902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=5732222746614409902' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/5732222746614409902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/5732222746614409902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/04/script-man-who-cant-be-moved.html' title='The Script - The Man Who Can&apos;t be Moved'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-1961198235721584449</id><published>2010-04-11T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:56:26.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campuss Life'/><title type='text'>Making a Worth Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another week has just passed, another story has begun..&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying so damn hard to make my mind up, yes, it's all not about you anymore, &lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I understand "when you let down by a friend, leave her/him alone. s/he does not deserve to be your friend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I've tried to make my time worth and balanced, friends, families, and futures, is it possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Minggu yang baru saja lewat ini, dihabiskan dengan browsing, masak, baca, skripsi, tutorial, futsal, pengajian angkatan dan main bersama teman2, waktu2 di tahun terakhir kuliah ini sangat berharga, you wont be able to turn back time, so make it worth dearies :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;minggu ini adalah futsal terakhir saya di pekan olahraga angkatan (Porang) HI Unpad 2009, oh I'll miss the ball, tahun depan udah nggak bisa ikut porang lagi, amin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S8H4gjTslhI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/tOndavcTJAk/s1600/P3110099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S8H4gjTslhI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/tOndavcTJAk/s320/P3110099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458917461467108882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with all the supporters after match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S8H4gUj4BCI/AAAAAAAAAZI/9GT3UTouSOY/s1600/P3110097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S8H4gUj4BCI/AAAAAAAAAZI/9GT3UTouSOY/s320/P3110097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458917457508434978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kick the ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S8H4f_5f6JI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ClWBVpWaoO8/s1600/P3110077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S8H4f_5f6JI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ClWBVpWaoO8/s320/P3110077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458917451961985170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;full team 06 vs 09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S8H4frH4v6I/AAAAAAAAAY4/DNKt1XOeij4/s1600/P3110075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S8H4frH4v6I/AAAAAAAAAY4/DNKt1XOeij4/s320/P3110075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458917446385188770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;akan kangen melewati pertandingan2 futsal sm kalian :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minggu, tepatnya tadi pagi juga 2006 baru saja menyelesaikan pertandingan sepakbola terakhir di porang 2009 ini, saya tadi juga pergi menonton, ah.. tahun depan mana ada yg begini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S8H8mvCkf2I/AAAAAAAAAZY/To5huD0T-8Q/s1600/P4110330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S8H8mvCkf2I/AAAAAAAAAZY/To5huD0T-8Q/s320/P4110330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458921965742227298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look! wasnt it beautiful? the mountain was just like a water painting in the sky, subhanallah (view di sekitar lapangan bola ikopin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S8H9ZryMWoI/AAAAAAAAAaI/F2_mRrXnOao/s1600/P4110363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S8H9ZryMWoI/AAAAAAAAAaI/F2_mRrXnOao/s320/P4110363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458922841041558146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rumput di lapangan nggak nanggung tingginya, udah kayak di sawah ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S8H8ntltr8I/AAAAAAAAAZw/2XuXWh3DrRM/s1600/P4110340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S8H8ntltr8I/AAAAAAAAAZw/2XuXWh3DrRM/s320/P4110340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458921982532628418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gotchaa, ada serumpun bunga matahari di lapangan bolanya :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S8H8nRRHTmI/AAAAAAAAAZo/JLsPZX7s0o8/s1600/P4110336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S8H8nRRHTmI/AAAAAAAAAZo/JLsPZX7s0o8/s320/P4110336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458921974930034274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;view di sebelah kana tribun, bagus ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S8H8m9B6XkI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6pcEgyd2mkQ/s1600/P4110332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S8H8m9B6XkI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6pcEgyd2mkQ/s320/P4110332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458921969497562690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna miss this match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S8H8n8yr-OI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/gIJrlpFoviI/s1600/P4110351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S8H8n8yr-OI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/gIJrlpFoviI/s320/P4110351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458921986613573858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;best wishes for 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S8H9Za46a3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/8OvbwrjvvRM/s1600/P4110354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S8H9Za46a3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/8OvbwrjvvRM/s320/P4110354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458922836506340210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well, I'm wishing everyone a good week, keep moving on! Ganbatte ne~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-1961198235721584449?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/1961198235721584449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=1961198235721584449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/1961198235721584449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/1961198235721584449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/04/making-worth-time.html' title='Making a Worth Time'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S8H4gjTslhI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/tOndavcTJAk/s72-c/P3110099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-7356036491788633192</id><published>2010-04-08T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:56:47.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unlabels'/><title type='text'>It's easy to say "just say what you want to say"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div face="georgia" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yOq8SSGkIMA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yOq8SSGkIMA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this day with envious. Yes, I envy everyone who could say YES and NO that easy.. I'm a kind of people that really good at lying and manipulating my rule. I'm so bad at pushing people and I'm not proud of it. when I dont like doing something, I just cant say I dont want to, I'll thousandly think about the impact, what if I say I dont want to, what's the reaction of people surround me, and I probably will still do it for the sake of anything, then I make myself sure that I did a very nice move, ah I'm so naive..&lt;br /&gt;when I want to do something, I cant directly do it, I'll think of manything related to it, no, dont say that I'm such a careful person, it's just because I dont wanna hurt anybody, and in the end I'm the one who will be hurted. This happened all the time. A fellas tell me not to think too far of everything. Oh talk is really cheap, it's easy. Another tell me, if I want to be happy, I have to be able to express what am I thinking actually. Yeah, while I'm trying so damn hard to keep the other's feeling, more people will easyly confess their mind and just think "what's the matter when I wanna do is what I wanna do?". it's just so ironic...&lt;br /&gt;well, here I could say I was thinking of going home, and still.. I was thinking of telling my parents I'll be home fixly. but what am I doing this morning! waking up by a phonecall from home, then my second sister asked me "do you REALLY want to go home? mum told to but the ticket quicly". I was thinking for some second, then what came out of my mouth is not what I was thinking, I lied by saying, "uhm.. I dont really want to actually, I have manythings to do here, I'm busy with my thesis and tutorial thingy, I cant left anything in my campuss, and so on..". she was saying nothing at the first second then said "I really dont understand you, why changing your mind all so sudden? I thought you do want to..". I straightly answer, "No I dont really want to". then she gave the phone to my father, I just cant control myself from crying but I could hide it well. The wise man said that it's okay if I choose to stay and not going home. he said that I could buy anything I want with the money that supposed to buy the tickets, and yes, I make him sure, that's a good idea. and that's how we ended the conversation. and now I'm a little bit regretting it. I guess my mind and my mouth dont have a good coordination. well I'm wondering how dissapointed my youngest sister will be. we've talked about manyplans if I get home.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, now I'm still thinking of going home for a while but the more I think about it, the more I feel ashamed of me, I'm so sloppy, while suffering of  thesis thingy and heart stuffs, I want to run away, I want an escape. I might easyly run but, err.. I think sometimes all we need is just dont do what you want to do, do what you need to do.. I'm so sorry for lying.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm not that free, I'll lost many spanish class if I go home, who will handle my tutorial class if I go home, no one will accomplish my thesis if I still go home.. and I dont want to worry everyone who is waiting for me home.&lt;br /&gt;yes, just FACE IT.. I'll go home once I had graduated.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again I make myself sure that I've done a very nice move, and it's disrupting me&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/3243868695048772142-7356036491788633192?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/7356036491788633192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=7356036491788633192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/7356036491788633192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/7356036491788633192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-easy-to-say-just-say-what-you-want.html' title='It&apos;s easy to say &quot;just say what you want to say&quot;'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-1208368596928525036</id><published>2010-04-05T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:57:06.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musics'/><title type='text'>Depapepe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;di postingan kali ini saya mau ngomongin tentang depapepe, depapepe itu bukan sejenis makanan atau es krim, depapepe adalah duo musisi asal jepang yang mainin instrumen gitar. pertama kali dengerin depapepe yang judulnya 'Hi-d', saya langsung suka, keren sekali.. langsunglah saya download semua albumnya. Biasanya saya kalo belajar sambil dengerin lagu, dan jujur itu membuat saya jadi kurang konsentrasi, pengen ikutan sambil nyanyi juga (maklum naluri idol, haha). setelah kenal depapepe, saya belajar dan mengerjakan skripsi ditemani depapepe, menyenangkan sekali, musiknya nggak bikin ngantuk, dan saya nggak perlu repot2 ikutan nyanyi karena emang nggak ada lirik yang harus dinyanyiin :D&lt;br /&gt;album depapepe yang saya dengerin sekarang ini adalah yang 'Let's Go' (2005) dan 'HOP! SKIP! JUMP!' (2008).&lt;br /&gt;ini adalah dua lagu mereka yang saya suka banget :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DAvejpRYsQM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DAvejpRYsQM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depapepe-Start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tKiuzj8vclw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tKiuzj8vclw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depapepe-Canon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oiya ada quote dari salah satu komen pada video mereka di youtube yang saya suka,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="content"&gt;They don't need vocal﻿ cuz actually their guitar "sings".. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="watch-comments-rating-positive"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="watch-comments-rating-positive"&gt;Have a nice day fellas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="watch-comments-rating-positive"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3243868695048772142-1208368596928525036?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/1208368596928525036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=1208368596928525036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/1208368596928525036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/1208368596928525036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/04/depapepe.html' title='Depapepe'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-38872484877330610</id><published>2010-04-05T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:57:37.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Story'/><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>hola amigos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sejak bulan Maret yang kemaren, saya jadi kepikiran pulang ke rumah, tapi nggak pernah sempat diutarakan, lagipula saya takut dimarahin karena minta pulang di saat bab 1 skripsi saya belum juga beres. tapi saya benar-benar butuh pulang, saya kangen rumah, saya pengen me-recharge pikiran saya, siapa tau bisa bikin gebrakan untuk skripsi ini.&lt;br /&gt;oh yaa.. saya kuliah 1250 km jauhnya dari rumah, bisa dibayangkan sejauh apa itu. jarak itu sukses membuat saya nggak pulang selama 6 bulan kebelakang dan kalo saya nggak jadi pulang akhir bulan ini berarti saya baru pulang 6 bulan lagi -_-&lt;br /&gt;2 hari yang lalu, ketika ditelpon rumah, saya bilanglah kalo saya pengen pulang, tapi saya bawa becanda, eh tidak dinyana, ibu mendukung keinginan saya, begitu juga dengan dua kurcaci adik saya *kalo mereka sudah pasti motifnya apa, oleh2 yang seabreg2.&lt;br /&gt;dan sekarang inilah saya, makin gabisa tidur nyenyak kepikiran pulang, tinggal menunggu keputusan bapak, besok pagi saya akan melobi beliau :D&lt;br /&gt;kalo sukses, berarti boleh pulang, saya akan segera memesan tiket, tapi kalo enggak ya.. mungkin lain kali saja..&lt;br /&gt;well, kadang saya iri dengan orang yang kuliah nggak jauh dari rumah, yg bisa pulang kapan aja, tapi.. ternyata hm.. nggak juga, saya bisa jadi lebih 'kuat' karena jauh dari rumah. lagipula sekarang ada handphone, facebook, dan media lain untuk berhubungan dengan rumah. dulu di saat banyak saudara saya yang tidak diperbolehkan kuliah di luar pulau, ibu saya dengan mudahnya 'melempar' saya ke pulau jawa ini dan saya bersyukur untuk kesempatan ini walaupun awalnya ditentang sama bapak karena saya perempuan dan saya sendirian di tempat yang asing, yaa, saya tidak pernah datang ke bandung apalagi jatinangor, sampai saya lulus di HI Unpad but mommy trusts me, always believes that I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;finally after the long night conversations and lots of negotiations, see.. I survive :)&lt;br /&gt;kadang saya bingung sama orang yang nggak tahan pengen pulang ke rumah karena udah 1 bulan nggak pulang, hey.. I must be so much stronger than them, hehe..&lt;br /&gt;only if I were rich, I could go home anytime I want, untuk bolak balik saya menghabiskan hampir 1 juta, oh maii, orangtua saya udah sangat baik menyekolahkan saya hingga saat ini, terimakasih ya Allah. saya nggak mau manja, nggak mau banyak maunya. mungkin kalo saya jujur bilang pengen pulang, kapan pun itu, bisa saja saya pulang, I'm sure they miss me that much too. tapi saya memilih untuk nggak begitu. biar yang di rumah tenang, saya nggak boleh manja, saya harus kuat di sini, kalo nangis yaudah nangis sendiri aja, nggak usah bilang2 ke orang di rumah. eh tapi ya kadang saya kalo saking kangennya pas ditelpon suka nangis, tp saya tahan2 jangan sampe ketauan, hehe.. aneh ya? tapi wajarlah..&lt;br /&gt;rumah selalu bikin saya kangen karena suasananya yang sangat beda dengan di sini. di rumah semua serba strict, banyak aturan, nggak bisa bangun kesiangan,  nggak ada yang namanya begadang, nggak bisa banyak nonton tv, nggak bisa sering2 mainin handphone (fb, twitter, dll), nggak bisa jajan sembarangan, harus sarapan, kalo jamnya belajar harus belajar, ah banyak lagi aturan lain, yang tentu saja nggak ada di kosan. selain itu di kosan saya santai, cuma perlu beres2 kamar yang kecil tiap harinya, nggak perlu nyuci dan nyetrika baju, coba kalo di rumah, ada banyaaaaak sekali kerjaan (yang seringkali disebutkan teman2 di twitter sebagai pekerjaan babu) yang dari dulu saya, ibu, bapak, dan adiek kerjakan bersama, nggak ada ceritanya pake pembantu, kecuali waktu adek saya masih bayi, iya ada yang bantu2 di rumah, selain itu, no way! kata ibu masa pake pembantu, sedangkan anaknya 3 cewek semua. jadilah pekerjaan rumah kami kerjakan bersama, sudah ada bagiannya. jam 3 atau jam 4 subuh ibu udah bangun, masak, bikin sarapan sekaligus makan siang, abis itu ngurusin adek saya yang paling kecil mandi, nyiapin seragamnya, nguncirin rambutnya, abis itu nyuci baju ibu, bapak dan adek yang paling kecil, sementara saya pagi2 akan sibuk dengan beres2 rumah dan menjadi asisten ibu memasak, sekarang masih mendingan, saya kebagiannya nyapu ngepel dalem rumah sama nyiram bunga,  soalnya bagian halaman rumah yang luasnya kayak kebon udah jadi jatah adek saya yang kedua, dulu saya masih inget, dan suka takjub sendiri kalo nyadar, dulu waktu saya masih kelas 2 atau 3 SD, jam 4.30 subuh waktu orang belum adzan subuh, saya udah nyapu halaman rumah, waktu itu adek saya yang kedua masih kecil. kalo melihat sekarang, saya seperti mengalami kemunduran, mana bisa sekarang bangun subuh langsung nyapu halaman rumah -_-&lt;br /&gt;saya kangen banget hebohnya pagi di rumah, bapak yang sibuk buka pintu2, ngurusin sarapan peliharaan (burung2 dan ayam2), dan kerjaan2 lain yang bisa dikerjakan. setelah itu kami semua sarapan (kalo nggak sarapan nggak dikasih uang jajan, hehe.. harus sarapan sehat di rumah), mandi, terus saya dan adik saya yang kedua langsung berangkat ke sekolah sementara bapak ngasih makan kumir (anjing kami), lalu mengantar adik saya yang bungsu ke sekolah dan berangkat kerja, sementara ibu masih membereskan bekas memasaknya kemudian langsung berangkat ke kantor.&lt;br /&gt;sejak saya kuliah 1250km jauhnya dari rumah, mekanisme pekerjaan rumah diganti, kerjaan saya dilimpahkan ke adek nomor dua, sedangkan kerjaan adek nomor dua dilimpahkan ke adek nomor tiga, yaa, si bungsu kan sudah kelas 2 SMP, hehe..&lt;br /&gt;parahnya kalo sekarang2 saya pulang, saya suka jadi orang yang malesnya ampun2an, karena terbiasa santai di kosan, kebawa ke rumah juga :(&lt;br /&gt;setiap menjelang pulang saya selalu bertekad, saya kalo di rumah harus lebih rajin, karena saya nggak tiap hari di rumah. kenyataannya saya dirumah seringkali malas mengurusi pekerjaan rumah karena terbiasa dengan urusan kamar kos yang hanya berukuran kecil.&lt;br /&gt;ah God, saya berdoa semoga bisa pulang tanggal 16 april ini, amiin ya Allah, kalo nggak pulang juga..  yaudahlah nggak apa, soalnya awal bulan depan adek kedua saya bakal datang..&lt;br /&gt;dua orang ini kalo lagi deket suka ngajakin ribut tapi kalo lagi jauh ngangenin ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ini foto baru yang diupload di fb si adek (setelah saya paksa2 :D), 6 bulan lewat, the've changed alot..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S7pBTNvMqEI/AAAAAAAAAYM/-0Z8FHeT5_Y/s1600/27097_111741348844804_100000268185651_206174_4127765_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S7pBTNvMqEI/AAAAAAAAAYM/-0Z8FHeT5_Y/s200/27097_111741348844804_100000268185651_206174_4127765_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456745696873719874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ampun deh itu poninya si bungsu, ampe ke mata, ckckckck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S7pBSl6CEjI/AAAAAAAAAYE/P2zTAp8unTQ/s1600/27097_111740948844844_100000268185651_206172_8185854_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S7pBSl6CEjI/AAAAAAAAAYE/P2zTAp8unTQ/s200/27097_111740948844844_100000268185651_206172_8185854_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456745686181745202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3243868695048772142-38872484877330610?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/38872484877330610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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term='Affection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher'/><title type='text'>Kebetulan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;the wonder of teaching is watching caterpillars become butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;dias amigos :D&lt;br /&gt;percaya nggak sama yang namanya 'kebetulan'? saya sih percayanya sama Tuhan, hehe, tapi baru saja mengalami sesuatu hal yang kebetulan.&lt;br /&gt;ceritanya pas bangun pagi ini saya keingetan murid2 les inggris saya dulu jaman SMA, nggak tau gimana bisa keingetan mereka, oke saya memang nggak ingat semuanya, dulu saya pernah mengajar di dua kelas.. tapi satu kelas yang sangat berkesan dan saya ajar paling lama, orang2nya lucu2, waktu itu mereka rata2 baru masuk SMP.&lt;br /&gt;yang pertama akan saya ceritakan bernama frismaneli, dulu dia masih anak2 dengan senyum manis dan rambut pendek lurus. frisma rumahnya jauuh sekali dr tempat les, tetapi rajin masuk. sampai saya lulus, frisma masih sering menghubungi saya via telpon dan sms, tapi sekarang saya lose contact -_-&lt;br /&gt;kedua namanya nurhadiansyah, orangnya supertinggi, jago beladiri, dulu dian anaknya pendiaam sekali, setelah selesai les, kami nggak pernah ketemu lagi, tapi kebetulan 2 tahun lalu, ketika saya mudik dan main ke almamater saya, smansa, saya liat dian, oh my, dia tinggi sekali, eh bukan itu maksudnya saya surprise ngeliat orang yang dulu waktu les sama saya masih anak2 eh 2 tahun lalu udah jadi junior saya di SMA..&lt;br /&gt;yang ketiga namanya putra, anaknya rame, asik, dan dia lucuuu, putra kalo berangkat les naik sepeda. saya ingat putra pernah nyanyiin lagunya saykoji di kelas waktu lagi heboh2nya, "lo bilang bokap lo pengusaha, bokap lo kaya raya, so what gitu loh?" say audah lupa liriknya, tapi kira2 begitu :D&lt;br /&gt;berikutnya ada rida, rida ini anaknya cerewet sekali, ramee, suka nyeletuk2, kecil2 cabe rawit.. setelah lama di kelas saya, saya baru tahu ternyata rida itu adik teman seangkatan saya di SMA, hehe.. lucu rasanya mengajar adik teman ;)&lt;br /&gt;yang terakhir saya ceritain ini namanya ricko, dia teman seangkatan adek saya waktu SMP. si ricko ini anaknya cuek banget, tapi dia rajin les, walopun ujan2 juga dia tetep datang, saya inget banget walopun celana jeansnya basah tetep aja ikut les. sampai selesai les dan sesudahnya, saya dan ricko masih sering berhubungan leat sms, kebetulan kakaknya ricko, si ricki, adalah adik tingkat saya di SMA, sampai saya kuliah dan ricko SMA pun, kami masih sering bertukar kabar. tahun lalu, ketika diajak masuk kelas bahasa inggris sm ibu guru saya tercinta, saya ketemu ricko lagi, senang rasanya, dulu terakhir ketemu teman2 saya ini masih kecil2, masih cupu dan lugu, hehe.. sekarang semuanya udah remaja mendekati dewasa. terakhir ricko menghubungi bercerita soal dilemanya masuk PTN atau Akpol, tetapi sekarang ricko ternyata sudah semester 2 di trisakti, aah.. time's going so fast ;)&lt;br /&gt;sebenarnya masih banyak murid saya yang lain, tapi sejujurnya saya juga banyak lupa -_-&lt;br /&gt;nah kebetulannya itu pas tadi pagi saya keingetan sama mereka, sekitar jam 10, ada satu friend request di fb, dan wow, surprise setelah lama ngga kedengeran kabarnya, ternyata itu si ricko, alhamdulilah, setidaknya ketemu dengan salah satud ari mereka di fb...&lt;br /&gt;ah kangen berada di kelas itu, ngeliat muka2 polos, muka2 nggak ngerti, muka2 paham.. belajar bahasa inggris, belajar grammar, hafalan vocab, kelas conversation. it's soo yesterday.. udah 6 tahun lewat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehm.. oh iya.. now I am a Tutor, oh saya malu bilangnya.. makasih lah buat &lt;a href="http://didiidid.wordpress.com/"&gt;didi&lt;/a&gt; dan teh sendy yang percaya sama saya untuk menjadi tutor kelas global governance untuk 60 anak, dengan frekuensi bertemu 30 anak per minggu. saya merasa takut tidak cukup berkualitas untuk ini meskipun saya sempat loncat2 saat pertamakali ditawari, yaa! saya akan duduk di depan kelas lagi!. kata didi dan teh sendy saya bisa, dan inilah saya sekarang, saya berharap saya nggak cuma jadi fasilitator di kelas saja, I hope I can get along well with them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;By                      learning you will teach;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;                     by teaching you will understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-1580992404921221056?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/1580992404921221056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=1580992404921221056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/1580992404921221056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/1580992404921221056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/03/kebetulan.html' title='Kebetulan'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-8825348860416868400</id><published>2010-03-29T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:52:34.276-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>He's Just Not That Into Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hola Amigos..&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a 'rainy' day so I decided to put off my internet cable and looked for something to read. But then I felt so bored so I opened my old box and looked for some DVDs to be watched. well there were some movies that I've bought since even some years ago but I never watched them. while choosing a movie, my eyes stucked in 'He's just not that into you'. I've had this movie for almost a year but never played it on. when I was in KKN, a friend also bought this movie but still had no mood to watch it. looking at the title, I was just afraid.. I didnt know what was I afraid about, but now I realize it. I didnt want to know if 'he's just not into me'. How shame, I was running away.&lt;br /&gt;but not now, thing has changed, I've learn a lot.. yesterday I finally watched it, along the movies I often said, "oh it's just like me". I love everyword said by the actors and the actresses, they're all mad me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, Every story we're told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a wonderful guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is... just... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;moving on&lt;/span&gt;. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you never gave up hope&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(He's just not that into you, 2009)&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/3243868695048772142-8825348860416868400?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/8825348860416868400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=8825348860416868400' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/8825348860416868400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/8825348860416868400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/03/hes-just-not-that-into-me.html' title='He&apos;s Just Not That Into Me'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-6808507580265643821</id><published>2010-03-27T11:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T11:14:44.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>(Maybe) Unfair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S65K1U-qSQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/9OL-W62gtJM/s1600/unfair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S65K1U-qSQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/9OL-W62gtJM/s400/unfair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453378478817298690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://sayingimages.tumblr.com/page/5&lt;br /&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/3243868695048772142-6808507580265643821?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/6808507580265643821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=6808507580265643821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/6808507580265643821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/6808507580265643821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/03/maybe-unfair.html' title='(Maybe) Unfair'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S65K1U-qSQI/AAAAAAAAAXg/9OL-W62gtJM/s72-c/unfair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-6963055309150114191</id><published>2010-03-21T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T01:05:40.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musics'/><title type='text'>Here Comes The Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S6bVr-tDTfI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l-i5Fa31azA/s1600-h/lil+boy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S6bVr-tDTfI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l-i5Fa31azA/s400/lil+boy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451279350521613810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://cittawidagdo.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/kiddo1.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;such a cute pie, when I browsed pictures with the keyword 'kiddo', I finally found this. Aha, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;how LIFE is full of expressions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foto diatas lucu kan? *iya lucu sekalii. Baiklah, di  pagi hari ini sebelum mandi saya iseng browsing gambar2 *hal yang udah lamaa sekali nggak saya lakukan. Kenapa saya iseng? karena kepala saya sedang pusing kebanyakan acara dan kerjaan *cih* akhir2 ini. Obat pusing yang paling mujarab itu buat saya bukan facebook atau twitter (kadang kamu bahkan tambah pusing liat fb atau twitter). Obat pusing itu sama dengan musicing, writing, blogwalking, dan browsing gambar2 lucu yang bisa menghibur. dan inilah hasilnya. wah kalo saya dikasih anak ini, mauu, hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;so here comes the SUN :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love 'Bee Movie' and I love the way Sheryl Crow sang this song. lebih suka yang ini daripada versi aslinya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hIc_upjPyAc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hIc_upjPyAc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&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/3243868695048772142-6963055309150114191?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/6963055309150114191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=6963055309150114191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/6963055309150114191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/6963055309150114191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/03/heres-come-sun.html' title='Here Comes The Sun'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S6bVr-tDTfI/AAAAAAAAAXM/l-i5Fa31azA/s72-c/lil+boy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-1625895843011678059</id><published>2010-03-19T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:52:46.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campuss Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Learning'/><title type='text'>This is Just Another Weekend :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;heyhoo.. finally it's saturday, the day which means nothing to someone like me who always has nothing to do with monday and even sunday, everyday is just the same :p. last night a fella texted me and inviting me to move my feet jogging the day after. and yes, today, this morning, I woke up early at the supercold moment then I walked out from my room, picking my friend up and went to campuss.&lt;br /&gt;what a fresh morning, it has been long time since the last time I jogged. I love the weather, a lilltle bit misty and cold but fresh anyway.&lt;br /&gt;well, my campuss is very beutiful in the early morning. we jogged around many faculties, someties we stopped while looking at new things, the things we've never seen before, like the new SPORT CENTER, Sughoiii!!! it's great but I think I wont have any chances to use it.&lt;br /&gt;in the front yard of Kampus Unpad Jatinangor, there's a new football court with a good jogging track around it but unfortunately, we couldnt use it yet because it has not finished yet.&lt;br /&gt;actually it was no problem jogging not in a jogging track but wow, our campuss is a rocky and uphill, haha.. still it's okay, we just stopped a moment when we were tired.&lt;br /&gt;so how do I feel now? SO GOOD, I feel like I've removed the bad aura from my mind :D&lt;br /&gt;my body is so fresh now, wanna do it again, I wanna RUN, yes and FASTER fellas :)&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day amigos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="body"&gt;Obstacles don't have to stop you. If you run into a wall, don't turn around and give up. Figure out how to climb it, go through it, or work around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Michael Jordan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-1625895843011678059?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/1625895843011678059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=1625895843011678059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/1625895843011678059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/1625895843011678059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-just-another-weekend.html' title='This is Just Another Weekend :)'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-1028947309519337102</id><published>2010-03-17T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:31:27.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>Penny and Me (were)</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just like the rainbow after the rain,&lt;br /&gt;a good thing will always happen after you experience pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;What a week, thanks God for arranging many ‘surprise’ for me, I'm grateful that I can survive till now. A hard week, it seemed like everythings around me said, “Hey be tough you girl!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;I sumtimes would  feel so useless if I couldnt stop dramaing my heart.&lt;br /&gt;What am I actually thinking by doing such a useless things, Oh cmon, million of people in the other continent are starving now. Still million of people too are ailing killed viruses. Then million of people are losing home, losing families, losing life by the disaster, and ME? Alhamdulilah I’m healthy all over my body, I aint lack of anything, I still eat, I dont suffer from any viruses, and thanks God I live in a safe area.&lt;br /&gt;Then WHY? Why I spent most of my time thinking of you, you’re even stay in my mind while I’m running, why are you everywhere to me, hey the one who actually useless for me? It’s because I’m tired, but I dont know how to deal with it. It’s not like I’ve got e fever so I could get paracetamol for curing, but in this case, I’m sick and YOU are the medicine that I’ll never get.&lt;br /&gt;Even if someday you come, I swear myself I wont give you although just a damned little attention. I mean after all you’ve done, you wont deserve it. I think I’d better suffering all my life. You have to know that maybe NOW I’m so fool but, hey isnt it LIFE? You have to learn to be GOOD. Now I’m learning, err not now, all these years, thanks to YOU. Believe me I’m always wishing you a happy life though you’ve ruined me. Me too always put you at my highest pride, even when you left me without saying anything. And most important is the fact that there’s no one like you, thanks God for everything we’ve been through. You might be irreplaceble but if I could choose, I’d rather be with someone who will stay and never leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, no, this is not a song for you, this is for my dog and I dont know why I keep playing this song along day.. I'm just in love with it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Cigars in the summertime&lt;br /&gt;Under the sky&lt;br /&gt;By the light&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you read my mind&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Under the moon as it plays like music every line&lt;br /&gt;There's a rug with a bleeding dye&lt;br /&gt;Under the fan&lt;br /&gt;In the room where the passion is burning high&lt;br /&gt;By the chair with the leopard skin under the light&lt;br /&gt;It's always Penny and me tonight"&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;"Staring at a million city lights&lt;br /&gt;But still Penny and I are all alone beneath the sky&lt;br /&gt;Feel the wind rushing slowly by&lt;br /&gt;If I could soar I would try to take these wings and fly&lt;br /&gt;Away to where the leaves turn red but no matter where I am instead&lt;br /&gt;Singing along to feeling alright&lt;br /&gt;Or making it by pink moonlight&lt;br /&gt;It's always Penny and me tonight"&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;"Cause Penny and me like to roll the windows down&lt;br /&gt;Turn the radio up&lt;br /&gt;Push the pedal to the ground&lt;br /&gt;And Penny and me like to gaze at starry skies&lt;br /&gt;Close our eyes&lt;br /&gt;Pretend to fly&lt;br /&gt;It's always Penny and me tonight"&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;"Penny likes to get away and drown her pain in lemonade&lt;br /&gt;Penny dreams of rainy days and nights up late by the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;And aimless conversations 'bout the better days&lt;br /&gt;Singing along to feeling alright&lt;br /&gt;Making it by under pink moonlight&lt;br /&gt;It's always Penny and me tonight"&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penny and Me (Hanson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zRyeuJh6A6U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zRyeuJh6A6U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-1028947309519337102?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/1028947309519337102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=1028947309519337102' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/1028947309519337102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/1028947309519337102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/03/penny-and-me-were.html' title='Penny and Me (were)'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-7602245037819813459</id><published>2010-03-12T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T01:18:25.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>Zzz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A: Haha, I'm so stupid. I fell for him, knowing for a fact he wouldn't catch me. Damn, that fall sure did hurt&lt;br /&gt;B: why do you have to be? he didnt deserve you&lt;br /&gt;A: yes I have to, I dont have any reasons to fall for him. When I say, “I love him,” it’s not because I want him or because I can’t have him. It has nothing to do with me. I love what he is, what he does, how he try. I’ve seen his kindness and his strength. I’ve seen the best and the worst of him. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what he is.&lt;br /&gt;B: If then could you please loving him without hoping?&lt;br /&gt;A: I should be a saint&lt;br /&gt;B: Yes you are, you fall for the one who ruined you. It's more than enough to be a saint&lt;br /&gt;A: But I'd rather be with him than being a saint&lt;br /&gt;B: You're just selfish. You said that you fell for him but you dont even accept that he fell for other&lt;br /&gt;A: Why? after all we've been through?&lt;br /&gt;B: He's just the same as you&lt;br /&gt;A: No he isnt, he's heartless&lt;br /&gt;B: You're all wrong, when you said that you dont have any reasons to fall for him, he doesnt too, he doenst have any reasons to fall for her&lt;br /&gt;A: ...&lt;br /&gt;B: Dont cry&lt;br /&gt;A: No, I'm not, I'll look fooler if I cry&lt;br /&gt;B: You deserve more, believe me&lt;br /&gt;A: no, that's not it. how do I get better once I got the best?&lt;br /&gt;B: Relationships are not about whom you've known the longest, or who cared first or who cared best... it's all about who came and never left.&lt;br /&gt;A: I think I'm gonna cry&lt;br /&gt;B: Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see life with a clearer view again&lt;br /&gt;A: I dont know if the pain is gone or if I'm just getting used to it&lt;br /&gt;B: Never dwell on the past and dont allow the future to scare you, because it will crush the happiness of your present&lt;br /&gt;A: nothing quite like the feel of something new. maybe i’m all messed up&lt;br /&gt;B: You deserve more..&lt;br /&gt;A: I hope so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nb: quotes are from many sources rearranged by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kFmdjvR1bYI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kFmdjvR1bYI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3243868695048772142-7602245037819813459?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/7602245037819813459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=7602245037819813459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/7602245037819813459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/7602245037819813459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/03/zzz.html' title='Zzz...'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-5006603565670684337</id><published>2010-03-09T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:53:22.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campuss Life'/><title type='text'>I am Happy Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S5Z_EpA2cXI/AAAAAAAAAW4/rBTPtjGtuDE/s1600-h/P3090118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S5Z_EpA2cXI/AAAAAAAAAW4/rBTPtjGtuDE/s320/P3090118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446680517056819570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a kind of advertisement but this is my favorite drink before doing sport :D (photo by me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S5Z-Y-OC5PI/AAAAAAAAAWo/iCB-2Dg0FL0/s1600-h/P3090111+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S5Z-Y-OC5PI/AAAAAAAAAWo/iCB-2Dg0FL0/s320/P3090111+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446679766835062002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;us vs the oldstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S5Z-EB1yDZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/e-kXSVt2ic0/s1600-h/P3090104+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S5Z-EB1yDZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/e-kXSVt2ic0/s320/P3090104+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446679407029783954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on a break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S5Z-DtnruHI/AAAAAAAAAWY/daMnF02p3Q4/s1600-h/P3090097+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S5Z-DtnruHI/AAAAAAAAAWY/daMnF02p3Q4/s320/P3090097+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446679401601939570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;look, I was truly happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S5Z-DTXWHLI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/-bezILkvF_0/s1600-h/P3090087+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S5Z-DTXWHLI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/-bezILkvF_0/s320/P3090087+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446679394554092722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me on the field, nothing to worry but the ball and the opponents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S5Z-DL4zY-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/iF0D-EMsz0g/s1600-h/P3090076+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S5Z-DL4zY-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/iF0D-EMsz0g/s320/P3090076+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446679392546939874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with our coach, ajay, ready to fight :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S5Z-Ci6aO8I/AAAAAAAAAWA/MdVmKtldeR4/s1600-h/P3090072+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S5Z-Ci6aO8I/AAAAAAAAAWA/MdVmKtldeR4/s320/P3090072+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446679381547826114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;preparing for the game&lt;br /&gt;(all photos above taken by ajay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLA AMIGOS..&lt;br /&gt;what am I so happy about today is that I finally met my supervisor and mad some movement on my thesis. but wait, no that's not it, I was so happy because I could join a class this day. International Law II class, my supervisor's class. I've been given a chance for one more time sitting in a classroom, learning my favorite subject about The Law of The Sea. I love to learn how a state struggled to protect the sea as the part of their sovereignity. espesially for Indonesia as an archipelagic state, I think that I should have known manything about the law of the sea, about the territorial sea, normal baseline, straight baseline, the right of innocent passage, historical bay, etc.. (I'm not giving a lecture here so if you need to know more just ask me later :D). Indonesia is a big country but unfortunately we still dont have any ability to protect all of our sea, even untill now, we havent finished to determine our boundaries with singapore yet. we've been fooled so many times by that little-but-shrewd state-city and we cant deny the fact that we still about so far to claim anything related to our right in our sea. me, as Indonesian scholar of international relation want to understand this matter deeper, who knows that someday I'll be the delegate of Indonesia to struggle for the existence of our sea, amiin ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it wasnt just it. this afternoon, I was joining a futsal match delegated by 2006 to battle against oldstar team (2005,2004,2003). this match perfectly ended this perfect noon. I'm not so good at sport but I might have bigger spirit to do it more than anyone else. I love being in a game. I love to move my body on the court. I love when I have time to not thingking about anything but kicking the ball. I love the moment when I dont remember anything but controlling the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well finally,  the game ended us with 1-4 scores. yes, we were defeated by the oldstar team, but it's not like when I'm in a speech or debating contest where I'd be dying sad if I lost. in that game though we're not the winner, we're all happy (it showed on our faces). the oldstar team which is most of are the athletes of our faculty (and of our campuss too) were great rivals that mad the game became more interensting. I'm now so tired, I got cramps all over my body (no wonder I havent been in a game for long time) but I feel like I've got my mind refreshed, I hope you all feel the same :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nb: I honestly say that I cant wait for the next match :)&lt;br /&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/3243868695048772142-5006603565670684337?l=widawulasari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/feeds/5006603565670684337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3243868695048772142&amp;postID=5006603565670684337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/5006603565670684337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3243868695048772142/posts/default/5006603565670684337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://widawulasari.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-happy-today.html' title='I am Happy Today'/><author><name>Wida Wulasari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019490264806387920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOTRNVnPGK0/Td8rf5_gsKI/AAAAAAAAA0o/nUV_TY34-7M/s220/16436_1303251223601_1300084664_885524_57869_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S5Z_EpA2cXI/AAAAAAAAAW4/rBTPtjGtuDE/s72-c/P3090118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243868695048772142.post-3397460874179979008</id><published>2010-03-02T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:53:52.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places'/><title type='text'>(I wish) My Last Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S43NTC-wMgI/AAAAAAAAAVo/04EWZdM9OWk/s1600-h/DSC01394+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S43NTC-wMgI/AAAAAAAAAVo/04EWZdM9OWk/s320/DSC01394+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444233251662082562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we learned together to love our job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S43M9yY6r1I/AAAAAAAAAVg/GfStqfRm9e0/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S43M9yY6r1I/AAAAAAAAAVg/GfStqfRm9e0/s320/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444232886431166290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;let's go to 'Dakken' once more mates :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S43M9cAst5I/AAAAAAAAAVY/6qZtmtKBQgQ/s1600-h/IMG_0083+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S43M9cAst5I/AAAAAAAAAVY/6qZtmtKBQgQ/s320/IMG_0083+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444232880424007570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we couldnt make it to 'Rumah Sosis' but 'se7en' was enough since we're together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S43M9Nh7ENI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/8Swdt_0nfbs/s1600-h/P2230099+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S43M9Nh7ENI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/8Swdt_0nfbs/s320/P2230099+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444232876536828114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;time's running out and one of us has been leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S43M8rZMScI/AAAAAAAAAVI/IGEc6GAlwLQ/s1600-h/IMG_0122+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Tp79IDfgMo/S43M8rZMScI/AAAAAAAAAVI/IGEc6GAlwLQ/s320/IMG_0122+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444232867373402562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dont you miss Keyla? that brillian kid :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div styl
