<?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-31480619</id><updated>2012-01-31T02:40:48.631+07:00</updated><category term='Forsija'/><category term='lirik lagu'/><category term='info'/><category term='poem'/><category term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><category term='jalan-jalan'/><category term='YES'/><title type='text'>S.U.G.A.R.G.U.R.L.Z</title><subtitle type='html'>:: the sweeteners of a bittersweet world ::</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-6849753612417595236</id><published>2011-11-09T09:30:00.012+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T10:30:19.704+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensing Journey: KRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Pada kelas Permodelan Sistem, kami mendapat tugas menarik sekaligus menantang, yaitu memodelkan sistem perkeretaapian Jadebotabek dan mensimulasikannya menggunakan software Promodel. Sebelum memodelkannya ke dalam komputer, mahasiswa diminta untuk melakukan "Sensing Journey" yang bertujuan agar mahasiswa dapat mengamati dan mengetahui kondisi umum KRL saat ini. Sensing Journey ini dilaksanakan pada tanggal 29 Oktober 2011. Kelompok kami berkumpul di Stasiun UI Pukul 13.00 siang untuk memulai perjalanan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraph"  style="margin-left: 21.3pt; text-indent: -21.3pt; text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B3QEpdb9j2c/TrohAbAlVTI/AAAAAAAAAkc/k_wQvRiaySs/s1600/sens1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B3QEpdb9j2c/TrohAbAlVTI/AAAAAAAAAkc/k_wQvRiaySs/s320/sens1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672882971760481586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraph" face="arial" style="margin-left: 21.3pt; text-indent: -21.3pt; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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Setibanya kereta, kami segera naik dan berangkat dari Stasiun UI pukul 13.10. Meskipun kami bepergian di jam lengang, kami tetap harus berdiri dan berdesakan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sepanjang perjalanan, kelompok kami mengamati dan mendokumentasikan keadaan sekililing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sYFZy8xXz-8/TroiI6y9y2I/AAAAAAAAAko/6sC92tgPdgA/s1600/sens2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sYFZy8xXz-8/TroiI6y9y2I/AAAAAAAAAko/6sC92tgPdgA/s320/sens2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672884217243880290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul  style="text-align: justify; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tiba di Stasiun Kota, kelompok kami kemudian kembali mengamati dan berkeliling. Selanjutnya, kelompok kami mendatangi kantor Wakil Kepala Stasiun Jakarta Kota dan berbincang-bincang dan melakukan wawancara singkat dengan Bapak R. Bagus Sucahyo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span  lang="IN"  style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Berikut ini adalah hasil wawancara dengan Bapak R. Bagus Sucahyo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QqzFzHMk03Y/TroooNTGH3I/AAAAAAAAAlA/6jCvR9j7wIc/s1600/sens3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QqzFzHMk03Y/TroooNTGH3I/AAAAAAAAAlA/6jCvR9j7wIc/s320/sens3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672891351856193394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Q: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  lang="IN" &gt;Apa peranan Stasiun Jakarta Kota dalam perkeretaapian di Pulau Jawa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Stasiun Jakarta Kota merupakan stasiun keberangkatan, transit, dan kepulangan beberapa jenis kereta, baik kereta dalam kota (KRL) maupun kereta luar kota. Stasiun Jakarta Kota juga merupakan tempat maintenance (perawatan) sehari-hari kereta api komersial, khusunya untuk kereta luar kota. Kantor Pusat PT. Kereta Api Indonesia (PT KAI) terdapat di Bandung dan untuk KRL Commuter Line diatur oleh PT Kereta Commuter Jakarta (KCJ) yang berada di Stasiun Juanda, Jakarta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Q: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  lang="IN" &gt;Sistem apa yang digunakan oleh PT. KAI dalam mengatur penjadwalan kereta api?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Penjadwalan kereta api diatur dengan sistem Grafik Perjalanan Kereta Api. Grafik ini berisi tentang jadwal kedatangan dan keberangkatan kereta api. Grafik ini merupakan grafik tahunan, namun bersifat dinamis artinya dapat berubah sesuai dengan situasi dan kondisi yang berlaku saat itu. Pola Grafik Perjalanan Kereta Api bergantung pada pemakaian dan kepadatang penumpang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Bagaimana pengaturan prioritas jalur kereta Jabodetabek? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kereta yang diproritaskan adalah KA komersial luar kota, dimulai dari kelas eksekutif, bisnis, dan ekonomi, kemudian baru kereta dalam kota (KRL).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"  style="margin-left: 42.55pt; text-indent: -21.25pt; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"  style="margin-left: 21.3pt; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul  style="text-align: justify; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Setelah tahap wawancara, kelompok kami melanjutkan perjalanan untuk kembali ke Stasiun UI Depok. Kami meninggalkan Stasiun Jakarta Kota pada pukul 15.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Setelah itu kelompok kami turun di Stasiun Gambir dan melakukan pengamatan pada kondisi umum di dalam Stasiun tersebut (namun tidak keluar dari stasiunnya). Kami pun melanjutkan kembali perjalanan pada pukul 15.36.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kami melanjutkan perjalanan sampai ke Stasiun Manggarai dan tidak keluar dari stasiunnya. Kami juga&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;mengamati keadaan di Stasiun Manggarai dan melanjutkan kembali perjalanan pada pukul 16.20 ke Stasiun UI Depok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kami tiba di Stasiun UI Depok pada pukul 16.45 dan sensing journey hari ini pun akhirnya selesai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6B5oWFysoUY/TropMtmSHqI/AAAAAAAAAlM/I5AxQwC_c80/s1600/sens4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6B5oWFysoUY/TropMtmSHqI/AAAAAAAAAlM/I5AxQwC_c80/s320/sens4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672891979001896610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Berikut ini adalah masalah-masalah yang ditemukan selama sensing journey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul  style="text-align: justify; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal;  line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; -moz-font-feature-settings: normal; -moz-font-language-override: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Di stasiun UI tidak ada yang memeriksa karcis sebelum masuk ke KRL di pintu masuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Petugas baru datang memeriksa tiket setelah melewati stasiun Tebet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Penumpang yang berdiri di dalam KRL tidak semuanya dapat &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;berpegangan di pegangan hand-held karena jumlah pegangan tersebut tidak cukup sehingga keseimbangan tubuh tidak terjaga dan nyaris jatuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Di stasiun besar tidak ada pemberitahuan dalam kereta (lewat pengeras suara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Setelah sampai Stasiun Kota, tidak jelas penunjuk arahnya (arah keluar dll), padahal jalur di Stasiun Kota berjumlah 12 jalur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Di Stasiun Manggarai, tidak ada sign/pemberitahuan, kereta apa di jalur berapa. Hal ini terlihat pada penumpang yang menunggu di peron jalur 5, padahal keretanya dateng di jalur 1. Jadi, mereka saat kereta di jalur 1 datang, penumpang berlarian dari peron jalur 5 ke jalur 1 dan jaraknya juga cukup jauh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hal ini berbeda di stasiun Gambir, yang memiliki keterangan (papan sign) kereta apa di jalur berapa. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Intinya, sistem tiap stasiun dan kereta berbeda-beda, masih tidak sama dan tidak konsisten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0le8rGs8Aew/TroqmfujmqI/AAAAAAAAAlY/wDUob0LlyHc/s1600/IMG_7582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0le8rGs8Aew/TroqmfujmqI/AAAAAAAAAlY/wDUob0LlyHc/s200/IMG_7582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672893521466727074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="IN"  style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Credits to - from left to right - Ande Haspan Dalimunthe, M. Zidnie Mubarok, Febri Vabiono Pasaribu, Rina Puspita, Kartika Nurhayati)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-6849753612417595236?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6849753612417595236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=6849753612417595236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/6849753612417595236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/6849753612417595236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2011/11/sensing-journey-krl.html' title='Sensing Journey: KRL'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B3QEpdb9j2c/TrohAbAlVTI/AAAAAAAAAkc/k_wQvRiaySs/s72-c/sens1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-8086505108457570042</id><published>2011-07-17T00:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T00:37:52.868+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menulis seperti Kartini</title><content type='html'>Seringkali saya takut untuk menulis. Takut tulisan saya tidak  substansial. Tidak “crispy” dibaca. Takut biasa-biasa saja. Takut  dibilang mengkopi pemikiran orang lain. Takut “ngawur” dan “ngalor  ngidul nggak ada juntrungnya”, saking malasnya saya menilik  sumber-sumber lain yang bisa menambah nilai konten. Takut apa yang saya  tulis tidak bermanfaat, karena bukan manifestasi dari kesadaran saya  akan tanggung jawab pada keluarga, bangsa, dan agama. Dan yang paling  saya takutkan adalah, wujud penghinaan terhalus – saya takut tulisan  saya tidak menarik untuk disentuh sama sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padahal, menulis  bisa jadi satu-satunya kemampuan minimum saya yang bisa saya pergunakan  untuk berseni, bahkan, untuk menggapai impian. Terkadang saya bermimpi  menjadi seorang penguasa yang bisa membentuk suatu kaum sesuai  keinginannya. Sayang sekali saya bukan siapa-siapa. Saya hanyalah  mahasiswi berusia 19 – hampir 20 tahun, yang dengan jutaan mimpinya yang  “ngawur” dan terkadang “absurd”, menginginkan perubahan ke arah yang  menurut saya lebih baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya yakin saya tidak sendiri. Betapa  banyak pemuda-pemudi di negeri ini yang saya yakin mampu memperbaiki  bangsa ini, atau minimal mencerahkan sesamanya yang haus akan kesadaran,  dengan menebar pandangan humanis mereka dalam sebuah tulisan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semakin  yakin saya jadinya, bahwa kekuatan positif pemuda-pemudi bisa membawa  perbaikan, lewat kegiatan menulis. Sebutlah Kartini, beliau adalah  perempuan muda di masanya, yang meski harus menghadap Tuhan di usia 24  tahun, telah menjadi bukti dan inspirasi. Seperti kesetrum rasanya,  membaca tulisan-tulisan yang ditulis oleh perempuan aristokrat  bersahaja, yang saat itu tidak memiliki kebebasan dan kekuasaan, namun  kekuatan tulisannya mampu menggugah nurani kemanusiaan siapapun yang  membaca, bahkan hingga lebih dari seabad lamanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kartini adalah  sosok inspirasi sekaligus pembuka jalan bagi kaumnya. Empat tahun  dipingit dalam penjara rumah sejak usia 12 tahun, yang kemudian keluar  dari pingitan karena harus menurut permintaan orang tua untuk menikah –  bandingkan dengan kondisi kita yang bebas dari penjajahan dan  feodalisme, bebas menuntut ilmu, bebas dari pingitan, bebas menjalani  hobi dan organisasi, bebas memasang target hidup sesuka hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan  usia Kartini yang singkat, Kartini sudah dikenang sebagai Pahlawan  Nasional atas jasa-jasanya – bandingkan dengan kita yang sudah atau  hampir berkepala dua, sudahkah kita berprestasi yang berguna bagi  bangsa? Kalau belum, kapan? Dan bagaimana caranya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kartini  benar-benar menggugah saya. Membangkitkan keberanian saya. Saya jadi  sadar, saya belum menebar manfaat bagi bangsa. Kartini juga membuat saya  kembali optimis, bahwa meskipun kita bukan penguasa, kita bisa  menghimpun kekuatan untuk memperbaiki keadaan dengan menulis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudah-mudahan  dengan note ini, saya dan teman-teman bisa menghidupkan kembali  semangat menulis yang pernah redup, atau malah melahirkan semangat yang  belum pernah terbesit dalam pikiran kita, untuk menulis, yang biarpun  terkadang absurd dan crazily imaginative, namun tetap bermanfaat dan  menginspirasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-8086505108457570042?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8086505108457570042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=8086505108457570042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/8086505108457570042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/8086505108457570042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2011/07/menulis-seperti-kartini.html' title='Menulis seperti Kartini'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-8839096236314072136</id><published>2009-07-03T11:58:00.015+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T13:03:16.717+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Masuk UI: Senang Campur Sedih</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spmb.or.id/"&gt;http://www.spmb.or.id/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 menit… 10 menit... setengah jam… satu jam berlalu… barulah webpage itu muncul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then I typed in some required data and HERE WE GO….. !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354099207434555474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Sk2U3KdWUFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/q2ymNLcVfWc/s320/INDUSTRIBlog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed out loud and hahaha… it was just embarrassing to realize now that I might have been heard by neighbors on the whole block LOL. My sisters and my mom were singing Happy Birthday to me (I guess they had no idea what to sing haha) while staring at the laptop. My dad was, as usual, just smiling and also staring at the laptop for such a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisa kubilang aku bahagia sekarang. Bahagia dan lega karena lulus UAN dan lulus tes penjaringan mahasiswa fakultas teknik untuk kedua kalinya. &lt;strong&gt;Alhamdulillah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;However, I am kind of pissed a bit that I couldn’t make it into &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;FKUI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya pencapaian ini masih setengah isi setengah kosong. Hajat yang sejak lama dipendam tidak terpenuhi. Rencana untuk belajar ilmu kedokteran di &lt;strong&gt;Harvard&lt;/strong&gt;-nya Indonesia itu batal sudah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat registrasi di UI beberapa hari yang lalu, aku melihat barisan para calon mahasiswa FKUI yang sedang mengantri. Begitu banyak jumlah mereka. Wajah-wajah mereka seperti wajah-wajah orang pada umumnya, dan mereka juga berinteraksi secara normal dengan orang lain. Ternyata mereka yang cerdas itu bukanlah alien maupun semacam &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nerdy-dorks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, mereka sama seperti kita. Aku jadi bertanya-tanya dalam hati, kenapa aku nggak bisa jadi salah satu dari mereka? Padahal aku yakin aku bisa. Aku kan nggak bego-bego amat…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melihat mereka berjalan dengan senyum &lt;strong&gt;bangganya&lt;/strong&gt;, saat dipanggil maju ke depan oleh panitia pengarahan mahasiswa, muncul rasa &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;sakit hati.&lt;/span&gt; Mungkin lebih sakit daripada melihat mantan pacar kamu yang baru putus, jalan dengan pacarnya yang baru. Akan tetapi, sakit hati ini lebih mengarah pada sikap diri sendiri di masa lalu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin aku telah kurang ikhtiar. Mungkin aku kurang berdoa. Mungkin ini sudah dipilihkan Tuhan. Mungkin itu yang membedakan aku dengan mereka…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there’s no use to regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku akan menjalani apa yang ada di hadapanku sekarang. Entah kenapa aku punya firasat bakalan lulus cum laude dari Teknik Industri UI, hahahaha… Yeah I’m just trying to be optimistic and I’m trying to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“fall in love”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;with FTI. Dan yang terpenting dari segalanya, aku harus bisa menyumbangkan ilmu yang didapat dari FTI semaksimal mungkin untuk rakyat Indonesia nantinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesenku, siapapun yang mau masuk FKUI, bener-bener deh… jangan lewatkan masa kelas 12 dengan leha-leha walau sebentar. Anak FKUI itu belajarnya nggak nafas lho katanya. You get what I mean? And I will tell you, anyone can do it. Aku aja masih yakin kemarin seharusnya aku bisa, tapi karena memang lengah sedikit, jadi meleset sedikit juga dari cita-cita, hehehehe… Harus percaya diri ya, itu modal awal yang paling utama untuk meraih cita-cita sehebat apapun…&lt;br /&gt;Kalau kita sudah punya kepercayaan diri, 50% dari cita-cita sudah terwujud…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Semangat, para calon dokter UI !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-8839096236314072136?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8839096236314072136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=8839096236314072136&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/8839096236314072136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/8839096236314072136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2009/07/masuk-ui-senang-campur-sedih.html' title='Masuk UI: Senang Campur Sedih'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Sk2U3KdWUFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/q2ymNLcVfWc/s72-c/INDUSTRIBlog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-3074566300377832337</id><published>2008-12-03T20:29:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:45:37.551+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depok: Dekat di mata, jauh di hati</title><content type='html'>Pukul 08.00 pagi, tepat saat kantor pos Depok I dibuka, aku sudah berdiri di depan gerbang berniat mengantar sepucuk surat untuk seorang teman di Jerman. Merasa bangga menjadi pelanggan pertama yang datang, tentu kukira sang kasir bagian kilat khusus akan melayaniku lebih dulu. Namun selang beberapa menit, beberapa ibu berdatangan membawa paket/surat mereka masing-masing dan dengan santainya berdiri di sampingku, bukannya di belakangku saat mengantri. Tangan-tangan mereka diulurkan sedekat-dekatnya dengan si Mbak kasir yang sedang menunggu &lt;em&gt;loading&lt;/em&gt; komputernya, masing-masing dari mereka manggil-manggil si Mbak itu &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;dulu-duluan minta dilayani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, “Nih mbak, saya duluan Mbak..”&lt;br /&gt;Et dah.....aku berteriak dalam hati... GUA NYANG DOLOAN TAUK!&lt;br /&gt;Mbok kalau udah lebih tua, ya bersikap lebih dewasa, mencontohkan yang baik-baik... Ngantri kan nggak sulit..&lt;br /&gt;Dan akhirnya aku menjadi orang ketiga yang dilayani oleh si Mbak kasir, bukan yang pertama, itupun setelah aku akhirnya dengan terpaksa ikutan bilang, “Nih mbak, saya yang duluan Mbak..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu siang saat pulang sekolah, aku menunggu angkot D110 dan S16 yang trayek keduanya melewati Gang Haji Jumin di Jalan Pramuka, &lt;em&gt;shortcut&lt;/em&gt; favorit menuju komplekku kalau mau jalan kaki. Sebenernya aku bisa naik D03 yang angkotnya lebih sering lewat dan trayeknya melewati gerbang komplekku. Tapi jalan ke dalemnya jauh, mending lewat Gang Haji Jumin daripada panas-panasan jalan kaki atau ngeluarin kocek IDR 3000 untuk ojek kalau lewat depan komplek. Yaudah, &lt;em&gt;alhamdulillah&lt;/em&gt; dapet deh angkot D110. Aku adalah satu-satunya penumpang di situ. Nggak khawatir sih, soalnya si Bapak supir mobilnya dihiasi dengan poster berbau relijius dan ada tasbih ngegantung di spionnya, dan beliau sendiri juga sudah tua dan pakai peci (lho, &lt;em&gt;so what?&lt;/em&gt;). Selain itu, dia adalah satu dari sedikit supir D110 yang nyupirnya nggak ugal-ugalan. Maklum, biasanya supir S16 atau D110 suka ngebut kejar-kejaran setoran dengan sesama angkot bertrayek sama. Kedua angkot trayek ini memang suka untung-untungan, karena nggak selalu banyak orang Depok yang rumahnya atau tujuan perginya ke arah Cinere atau Pondok Labu.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, baru 300 meteran angkot yang kunaiki berlalu, ternyata angkot yang kosong ini harus bersabar ngantri di kemacetan dekat lampu merah perlimaan Nusantara-Ps Lama-Sandra-Sawangan-Dalem. Aku yang sendirian di deket pintu bengong aja ngilangin stress nunggu. Lalu seorang bapak berumur 40 tahunan naik angkot. Dia duduk di tepat di sampingku. Aku yang masih asyik ngelamun nggak geser menjauh. Si bapak kemudian menggerepe ituannya dia dan aku mulai curiga. Jangan-jangan ini seperti yang pernah diceritakan oleh teman-temanku sebelumnya, bahwa mereka pernah melihat orang yang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sexually odd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;di angkot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dengan trayek berbeda. Akupun geser ke pojokan dan setelah kupastikan kudengar ia membuka seleting celananya akupun mengeluarkan sebuah buku dari tasku, &lt;em&gt;randomly&lt;/em&gt;, dan karena yang terambil adalah buku cetak MTK, aku pura-pura konsen baca buku itu dan membaca rumus trigonometri dengan suara agak keras. Salting! Kecurigaan mulai memuncak dan berubah menjadi kegelisahan. Si bapak mulai menarik-ulur ituannya. &lt;em&gt;What the fuck!&lt;/em&gt; Angkot pun berjalan setelah lampu merah berubah hijau. &lt;em&gt;I swear I didn’t see his thing&lt;/em&gt;, tapi kupikir sebelum aku melihatnya atau ia mempertontonkannya, lebih baik aku turun dari angkot sial itu. Saat turun, tanpa sengaja kulihat ia menatapku sambil tersenyum dengan senyuman paling menjijikkan sedunia, dan kukatakan pada sang supir saat membayar, “Pak, ada orang aneh di angkot Bapak!” yang dibalas dengan manggut-manggut dan ekspresi datar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lelah setelah muter-muter Bogor bersama nenekku, pamanku dan temannya, suatu malam aku dan adikku diantar pulang ke Depok lewat tol Bogor. Nembus di Margonda, kamipun harus ekstra sabar bermacet-macet ria di jalan. Dari dulu tuh Margonda memang terkenal tempatnya sentra pemerintahan Depok sekaligus sentra perbelanjaan, sentra transportasi, sentra warung makan, sentra ngeceng dan karena itu maka jadilah Margonda sentra macet. &lt;em&gt;Anyway&lt;/em&gt;, jadi, saat mobil kami sedang menunggu lampu merah depan Ramanda, aku tak sengaja membaca sebuah banner raksasa di antara spanduk-spanduk Caleg yang mewarnai Margonda; ukurannya melebihi banner konser artis papan atas Amrik, Rihanna, yang dipasang di jalan-jalan ibu kota beberapa waktu lalu. Isi banner bermodel Pak Walikota Depok H. Nurmahmudi Ismail itu adalah…. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;“KEMBALIKAN BUDAYA BANGSA DENGAN MAKAN MENGGUNAKAN TANGAN KANAN”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Di belakang Pak Walikota ada sedikitnya 8 foto pejabat pemerintah sedang makan menggunakan tangan kanan. Dan di bagian bawah banner ada tulisan kecil ‘pesan ini disampaikan dalam rangka memperingati Sumpah Pemuda dan Hari Pahlawan Nasional’. Oke….tapi apa hubungannya antara makan pakai tangan kanan dengan butir-butir Sumpah Pemuda dan para pahlawan nasional? Lagipula, pantes mana sih pesan ini disampaikan oleh Walikota atau oleh guru TK? &lt;em&gt;I mean,&lt;/em&gt; masih banyak isu publik sederhana yang bisa diangkat oleh seorang Walikota bermasyarakat plural seperti beliau. Pesan yang ia sampaikan tidak salah, malah sangat benar, namun, apakah itu lebih tepat tempat, waktu dan sasaran dibandingkan jika ia berpesan tentang “Mari kita ciptakan surga di Kota Depok yang bersih dengan membuang sampah pada tempatnya” atau “Kembalikan sopan santun bangsa dengan budayakan mengantri” atau “Hargailah hak orang lain untuk nyaman berkendara dengan mematuhi aturan lalu lintas” apa kek… Jangan seperti ini, bahkan seorang siswi SMA saja sudah bisa menertawakan seorang Walikota Depok. Kalau sampai ada turis asing yang membaca banner ini, mau ditaruh di mana muka kita?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-3074566300377832337?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3074566300377832337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=3074566300377832337&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/3074566300377832337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/3074566300377832337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2008/12/depok-dekat-di-mata-jauh-di-hati.html' title='Depok: Dekat di mata, jauh di hati'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-3922288188764906622</id><published>2008-07-21T13:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T13:34:48.733+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indonesia.......I'm home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These recent days have been such a challenge for me. The feeling of coming home after one year long staying in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;United States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is an unexpected one. It is….strange. I already got used to with all the customs in United States, their daily talks, high school experience, family life, and their parties—beside all trivial differences such as the changing weather, the less-spicy-foods, the quick Internet connection, the currency, the metrics, and even the smell of the air. I felt like I was part of the system already. I had been living dynamically with all those life problems and I always had good friends to support me in States and now…I have to face this: suddenly being in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; with my natural family and old friends, who somehow anticipate seeing my change after long time no see. Some of them may have high expectations, and the rest may have concerns. And all those curiosities are to be released at the first time they see me home; and everybody may choose to feel happy or disappointed when they see the change on me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I remembered the first day I arrived in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; which was only last week. My mom was not smiling cheerfully when she saw me, but instead, she complained about my make-up. She said it was too much. My sister, also asking me why I was wearing high heels unlike ever before. Another sister asked me too, why I wore my headscarf on so differently in style. The next few days when I visited my school, my friends said to me I looked so different. Fatter, darker, and this and that… and they complained about the outfits I was wearing too. They said it’s too American. When I called my grandparents, they asked me if I still wear my scarf on or not after being back from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. My neighbors also reacted the same way. And my father, he thought that I turned too liberal, which is not in favor with him (glad he doesn’t think that way anymore).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes this fact makes me feel funny; it is amazing how different Americans and Indonesians are. Indonesians in common, to me, have a more connected feeling between one and another. That’s why I was ready to tolerate if people who know me in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; would react so much upon my visible change. Some of them may cry, either happily or sadly. Some of them may remain friends with me, or not. It is such a big deal for them to accept my possible changes. On the other hand, Americans take less care of this kind of thing. For example, if someone changes their hairstyle or their outfits everyday, people will just give frank compliments or comments and that’s it—it is considerably easier for Americans to accept a change or difference compared to Indonesians. No wonder, it is because Americans are living in a more diverse community than Indonesians’, which in a good way triggers them to get used to with tolerating differences, while Indonesians are much less still living in a world of conformity, compared to a super plural country like &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;United States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However, I kind of understand why many people had concerns on me when I got home. I mean, at the first place, it is reasonable for them to worry about me when I was away in States. Could you imagine a 17 years old Indonesian, Muslim girl, being placed in a city of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Cleveland&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; in the middle of, say, a number of 100.000 Americans? People must think that I would be surrounded by so many influences, either good or bad, they don’t know. Besides, the whole world knew already what kind of name &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has. It is normal for my family and friends in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; to worry about all the propagandas I would face. Another thing is that &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;United  States&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has a Western culture like the European countries in which is different in any way than Eastern culture &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has been holding. And it obviously is not a hope for them to see me significantly westernized when I get home. Moreover, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;United States&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is way more secular compared to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. People here might worry if I would lose my faith in God and what not. Basically, there are just a lot of reasons why people might have concerns on having me staying in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;USA&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; for a year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now that I’ve heard many people said I changed a lot in many ways—either good or bad—I still think that I am still myself one year ago, except not 100% the same. I am now more able to accept differences and I am fond of having friends who are different than me. I felt sorry for people who just see me from the outside and then judge me or think that I’m changed by the Americans. Well, maybe I am. And it’s not because I’m easily influenced, but it is because I learned a lot of good things from Americans. And I really appreciate my old friends here who don’t mind to accept me as the way I am, no matter how different I look or how different the way I think right now. I appreciate my friends who give me a chance to show them what beneficial things I brought home with me, instead of blindly judging at the first place. Overall, I love to be myself as what I am right now and I wish to share what I got from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;USA&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; with my people here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-3922288188764906622?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3922288188764906622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=3922288188764906622&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/3922288188764906622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/3922288188764906622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2008/07/indonesiaim-home.html' title='Indonesia.......I&apos;m home!'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-3737286551366188201</id><published>2008-06-12T10:25:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:42:52.908+07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DOWNSIDE TO WRESTLING GUYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I bounce into the circle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I look straight at his face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I glance right at the marker,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My mind dreams in a daze,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I fall into his arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He looks into my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He grabs my skittish hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He pulls me closer by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I hear his heavy breathing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Suddenly im in mid-air,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I brace myself--I'm falling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The love turns to despair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Im vulnerable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Left to rebound all alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now I'm being pinned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I hate wrestling men!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-3737286551366188201?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3737286551366188201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=3737286551366188201&amp;isPopup=true' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/3737286551366188201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/3737286551366188201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2008/06/downside-to-wrestling-guys.html' title='THE DOWNSIDE TO WRESTLING GUYS'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-9051272493438359636</id><published>2008-06-03T15:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T15:05:42.384+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Once-Upon-A-Time Republic, At Night Time</title><content type='html'>In the breezing night wind of twenty-five degrees Celcius&lt;br /&gt;Two hundred twenty millions of people, continue their life,&lt;br /&gt;Or done with life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A countryside girl is chit-chatting in a hut&lt;br /&gt;While packing the fried plaintains for lunch at farm tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;An old lady is sucking and chewing the tobacco&lt;br /&gt;While massaging her husband, keeping him convenient&lt;br /&gt;And fighting against those aggressive, fat mosquitoes&lt;br /&gt;A farmer is enjoying his jasmine tea while resting after-&lt;br /&gt;The whole day she’s worked at rice field to harvest&lt;br /&gt;Her husband has died, left her five children who all now-&lt;br /&gt;Working on their homework between their tiredness-&lt;br /&gt;Of helping their mother to harvest at farm after school&lt;br /&gt;Some male farmers are gathering, talking about-&lt;br /&gt;Profit-sharing of their little shop on the street’s corner&lt;br /&gt;As their other income source&lt;br /&gt;Clearly heard is a sound sequence of people at the mosque reciting Qur’an&lt;br /&gt;Some young couples are dating under the moon&lt;br /&gt;Singing some love songs, promising they will marry each other&lt;br /&gt;Little babies are in serene sleep on the swinging baby bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far down the city, colorful lights decorate the streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honda, Yamaha, Toyota, KIA,&lt;br /&gt;Opel, Nissan, Ford, Suzuki&lt;/em&gt;, are trapped on slow traffic&lt;br /&gt;Those pavement retailers open their tents and took the space of pedestrians&lt;br /&gt;The appetizing smell of fried rice, hot noodles, hot ginger ale, saucy chicken&lt;br /&gt;Invites people to come by to each tent and pay good price for what they get&lt;br /&gt;Street singers are coming over while they are eating&lt;br /&gt;Beggars are ready to disappear&lt;br /&gt;A loud noise of Bollywood movie playing on a middle class neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it is coming from that wedding party&lt;br /&gt;A child is having a hard time concentrating on his Math homework-&lt;br /&gt;Because of that ear-cracking sound&lt;br /&gt;Far away on the city’s corner, not only criminals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But also opportunist people are doing what they wish&lt;br /&gt;Some 3 guys are trying to steal a locked motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;While another group is trying to break out an empty house&lt;br /&gt;Prostitutes, who are partly transsexuals, are looking for their preys&lt;br /&gt;Clubs and pubs are full of young executives&lt;br /&gt;Karaoke, drinking, dancing, or far more than that&lt;br /&gt;Young teenagers are hanging out at cafes after they finished-&lt;br /&gt;Watching movies at cinema&lt;br /&gt;Malls are crowded of glamorous-looking ladies and gents&lt;br /&gt;With flavorful smell of perfumes hijacking every body’s nostril&lt;br /&gt;While on the other hand, a fifty years old man who is standing infirmly-&lt;br /&gt;In a crowded train, has to smell the flavor of sweating people’s armpits&lt;br /&gt;With no other choice&lt;br /&gt;There is only a feeble sound of people reciting Qur’an at mosque&lt;br /&gt;People are too busy even for praying together&lt;br /&gt;Some office hard workers are staying in their office overnight&lt;br /&gt;With a &lt;em&gt;Starbucks&lt;/em&gt; cup or &lt;em&gt;Coke &lt;/em&gt;bottle on their desks&lt;br /&gt;Housewives are watching TV serials and having some snacks&lt;br /&gt;Or talking on the phone with fellow housewives for hours&lt;br /&gt;A poor kid are focusing hard for their exam tomorrow-&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t have time to study on the day since he had to work-&lt;br /&gt;At the train or bus station, selling candies and cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;In his mind, there is a will to buy a medicine for his mother&lt;br /&gt;Who is now severely ill,&lt;br /&gt;Who is waiting for her last breath to heal her son’s burden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the breezing night wind of twenty-five degrees Celcius&lt;br /&gt;Two hundred twenty millions of people, continue their life,&lt;br /&gt;Or done with life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-9051272493438359636?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/9051272493438359636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=9051272493438359636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/9051272493438359636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/9051272493438359636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2008/06/once-upon-time-republic-at-night-time.html' title='A Once-Upon-A-Time Republic, At Night Time'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-4908913428172558259</id><published>2008-05-23T07:43:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T08:07:39.254+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karena mencintaimu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aku meneguk roti dan mengunyah kopi............. karena mencintaimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aku tidur di siang hari........ dan terjaga di malam hari.......... karena mencintaimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aku bermuka masam kepada orang lain......... dan tersenyum di kala sendiri...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;karena mencintaimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aku mengerjakan penjelasan guru........ dan mendengarkan tugas sekolah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;karena mencintaimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aku mandi dengan lumpur, dan membasuh air hangat dari tubuhku, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;karena mencintaimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aku buta di dalam terang............ dan melihat di kala gelap, karena mencintaimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aku bahagia di kala cemburu, dan sedih di kala mencinta............ karena mencintaimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aku membaca televisi...... menonton koran, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;karena mencintaimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aku menatap blus.......... mengancingkan bintang malam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;setelah mencintaimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aku menjilat kucing............ mengelus es krim.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;karena mencintaimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aku melempar sahabatku.......... dan aku memeluk sebongkah batu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;karena mencintaimu...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-4908913428172558259?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4908913428172558259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=4908913428172558259&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/4908913428172558259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/4908913428172558259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2008/05/karena-mencintaimu.html' title='Karena mencintaimu'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-187495322270608298</id><published>2008-05-20T10:22:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T10:51:26.634+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teen's Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hug hug hugs&lt;br /&gt;Kiss on the lips, or deeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Touch touch touch in lust&lt;br /&gt;Privately, or in public place&lt;br /&gt;At school, on streets&lt;br /&gt;at movies, in cafes&lt;br /&gt;They call it sluts&lt;br /&gt;and those are thugs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a freshmen girl is pregnant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a guy is dropped out from school&lt;br /&gt;Alllllright... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My eyes and my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and my ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;need rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;Enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-187495322270608298?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-8403228689802710752</id><published>2008-05-11T12:33:00.012+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T15:17:27.094+07:00</updated><title type='text'>D-6 Towards Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;InsyaAllah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm going to prom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;in a long, white dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;with a 17 years old, American guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;who has already prepared his tuxedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and his blue-painted, new&lt;/em&gt; Honda Civic&lt;em&gt; car, for our ride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[Oh God I'm both excited and nervous..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-8403228689802710752?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8403228689802710752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=8403228689802710752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/8403228689802710752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/8403228689802710752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2008/05/d-6-towards-prom.html' title='D-6 Towards Prom'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-663700528408330543</id><published>2008-05-01T23:56:00.012+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T19:26:19.713+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apa kata seorang Atheis Jerman tentangku?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Peter Krause&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Harley&lt;br /&gt;11 English Honors&lt;br /&gt;2 May 2008 (English Project)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"It has been a very great pleasure to make your acquaintance"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I certainly have met a lot of great people in my life. I have met people that formed me with their wisdom, I met people that taught me tolerance and respect and I met people that go or went through their life with unbelievable energy and power. All those people made an impact on me. But living in a new culture abroad, I met a person that I will never forget in my life and that taught me so much about myself and about prejudices and that with her openness gave me the chance to do so. Kartika Nurhayati was exchange student with me in Shaker Heights, Ohio in 2007/2008. I first met her after we both arrived in August 2007, she from Jakarta, Indonesia and I from provincial Germany. When I first saw her I had an inner conflict, although I certainly would have never admitted it.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; On the one hand I came to the United States to meet new people from different cultures and I certainly really wanted to do so. Kartika was also the only exchange student I met at the beginning that had already good English language skills and so the communication was easier to her than to others. She had gotten a full scholarship as I had and all those things should have made me very close to her from the beginning on. But there was something different. She was the first Muslim wearing a headscarf I met. I had seen them before on TV and even some on the streets. But I had never talked to one. And yes, in the back of my head I had prejudices. When we got our schedules we found out that we had 3 classes together and so I would see her every day. And so being exchange students and having lots of similar experiences we talked to each other a lot. She was very open about herself, about her culture and she openly practiced her religion. She got to know so many people from the beginning on and I was stunned how she did that. Obviously she faced prejudices being the only kid with a headscarf in the school and it I was so impressed how quickly she moved people to see her as Kartika instead of “the kid with the headscarf”. Evenly quickly she had moved me. We were talking hours on the phone laughing and chatting, we were hanging out and we shared problems, like the question “How to find a Prom date”, together. She became such a great help in many situations and she changed my point of view in so many things. Thank her I truly and not just in theory understand to respect and tolerate the Muslim faith and her culture. She so openly shared her ideals about life with me and we found so many similarities between us. Her goals for her life like getting to college and get a high level job in a developing are what I understand as future. And it showed me so clearly how modern religion, especially Islam, and followers of that faith can be. I was so impressed by her work ethic and I oftentimes wished more people in my culture would work so straight for their goals and I myself would like to be as focused as she is and still have so much fun in life. All in all she greatly opened my eyes in so many ways and she became a great friend I’m going to miss when I am back in Germany. And I can say, it has been a great pleasure to make her acquaintance&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh my God....... This is very touching.... Rasanya terharu sekali hati ini membacanya. Kok bisa-bisanya Peter yang super gokil itu menulis seindah ini? (Biasanya dia kan kalo ngomong ngeledek mulu bawaannya...) Tapi jujur dalam hati, this confession makes me stand more firmly to let the world knows that &lt;strong&gt;I am a Muslim. &lt;/strong&gt;How beautiful it is... that an &lt;strong&gt;atheist German&lt;/strong&gt; like him think about me this way... Now I can say too, that it has been a great pleasure to make his acquaintance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-663700528408330543?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/663700528408330543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=663700528408330543&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/663700528408330543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/663700528408330543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-german-friends-essay-about-me.html' title='Apa kata seorang Atheis Jerman tentangku?'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-3487519549972043790</id><published>2008-04-29T09:55:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:25:57.257+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Just Because I'm a Muslim.. (Don't Stereotype Me)</title><content type='html'>Just because I'm a Muslim&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm one of those Arabs&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm fanatic, radical, conservative, moderate, liberal&lt;br /&gt;or whatever things you would label on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I'm a Muslim&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm not sociable&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I think I'm always right,&lt;br /&gt;Or you're always wrong&lt;br /&gt;I do not, and I will never think that all non-Muslims are sinners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I'm a Muslim&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm a terrorist&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm violent or abusive&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm not negotiable, or do not want peace on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I'm a Muslim woman, wearing a headscarf&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm forced to wear this piece of fabric on my head&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm physically, socially, or economically abused&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I cannot express myself freely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I'm a Muslim....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stereotype me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-3487519549972043790?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3487519549972043790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=3487519549972043790&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/3487519549972043790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/3487519549972043790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-because-im-muslim-dont-stereotype.html' title='Just Because I&apos;m a Muslim.. (Don&apos;t Stereotype Me)'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-6858281461709603525</id><published>2008-04-23T04:59:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:26:23.580+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YES'/><title type='text'>Temanku dan Omongannya</title><content type='html'>This is WHAT MY FRIENDS here SAID about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca says, "Tikanur, Kak Nur, Karutika, Hi Nur! Can I borrow your shirt/sleeves? I looove your closet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also says, "Ah, you are such a drama queen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fai always says, "Hi &lt;strong&gt;KRA&lt;/strong&gt;tika I miss you, long time no see, we shud go hang out!" ((She always mispronounce my name))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she says, "I am sorry I am late... you are my best friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter said, "For English project, I made an essay about you. Why? Don't you realize that people are glad to make an acquaintance with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter also said, "You gimme better understanding about Islam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sometimes teases me, "Stop making fun of me! Ok, you're soo good in acting. You should be an actress...hahaha..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asks, "Do you wanna skip the class with me? Oh NO, we should not skip again...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says A LOT, "Hey, stupid......!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(And I reply, " Just because I am stupid, does not mean you have to be stupid too, hahaha..") &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or, I just said, "Danke. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Frohe Ostern. Ruf die Polizei!" (Thanks. Happy Easter. Call the police!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He said, "Hahaha I can't describe how funny you are...."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jonathan always says, "Kartika, you are crrrrazy, gurl.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he always teases me, "Hey remember, you cannot have sex and drink alcohol until you're 40, hahaha..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;And I reply him back, "Jonathan, who wants to wait for me to have sex til I'm 40??")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he also says, "Ooooh You skipped the class.. you are in trouble!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He skipped together with Peter and me actually...... to get sandwich at Subway, hahahha....)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Nurhayati, gimme your &lt;em&gt;Chipotle&lt;/em&gt;. Come on, let's go to &lt;em&gt;Chipotle&lt;/em&gt;..! I am hungry.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surya said, "Do you wanna try my mascara? Oh my God, you look so pretty now...! Can I come over to your house......? I wanna do your hair too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akilah said, "Your nickname should be 'Smilies'..." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Asuka said, "I wanto to gooooo.... shoppinggo." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amadou said, "Would you go with a junior? Cause I'd love to go.... &lt;em&gt;(to prom with you)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Su said, "I swear to God, if you're not going with me, you're not my friend anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby said, "You are soooooo silly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letonia says, "Hahahaha Kartika you're so funny.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dani said, "Why you always look so cute and innocent?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mme Wright said, "Kartika!! Be quite! You were so studious in first semester, now you are so uncontrollable!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zulaikha said, "Why you always willing to try everything... you're in Band, you're in SGORR, you're in Asian Studies, and now you're in Softball.. I wanna be like you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meredith said, "Your dresses are pretty everyday..." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sam said, "I dont wanna make you pay for me....."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harper &amp;amp; Christine asked, "Are you going to Asian Studies class tonight? Oh c'mooon, we love you."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Max says, "iyfvec bwehfvn gcew;cfjntcpergmpfienfcoomdmxjwoskdjnnfmcx ," &lt;em&gt;(Hahaha I dont know what he's talking about.... he teases me in Yiddish)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Romero said, "No, I'll miss you the most when you're back to Indonesia.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said, "You are my best friend..." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mayank always says, "Hahahaha... you are hillarious Kartika... how do you type that Hindi really well...?" &lt;em&gt;(In fact, I just did "copy-paste" haha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is random.. but wow.. writing down their quotes are fun.. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-6858281461709603525?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6858281461709603525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=6858281461709603525&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/6858281461709603525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/6858281461709603525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2008/04/teman-dan-omongannya.html' title='Temanku dan Omongannya'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-8075185250187254362</id><published>2008-04-14T11:26:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:26:52.156+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>My Lil Hot Man (a letter)</title><content type='html'>Mas Ethan tersayang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku kangeen banget sama kamu. Sudah satu minggu kita berpisah. Rasanya berat sekali menanggung beban rindu ini. Ah.. aku jadi merasa menyesal.. karena saat itu, aku pergi meninggalkan rumahmu tanpa kausadari. Aku tahu, pasti kamu merasa kesepian saat kutinggal. Maafkan aku ya sayang.. tapi memang saat itu, aku harus pergi. Kepergianku itu, bukanlah keinginanku. Seandainya aku bisa memilih, aku akan memilih untuk tetap tinggal bersamamu, sehingga aku bisa memeluk dan mengecupmu setiap pagi dan malam. Dan kita akan menghabiskan saat-saat indah bersama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My lil hot man&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Kamu kangen sama aku nggak? Aku di sini terlalu merindukanmu. Sampai-sampai, tak bisa kupalingkan ...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;mataku dari menatap foto-fotomu. Foto-foto kita bersama dulu.. yang penuh tawa canda keriangan serta kebahagiaan. Kalau aku boleh meminta pada Tuhan, aku akan berdo'a semoga masa-masa itu bisa terulang kembali. Masa-masa di mana kau ajarkan aku, &lt;em&gt;to be happy for no reason&lt;/em&gt;. Betapa memukaunya engkau ketika senyum dan tawa itu terpulas di bibir mungilmu, walaupun masalah di luar kian menghadang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas Ethan Indra sayangku,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu itu ya, selaluuu aja sibuk dengan sesuatu. Pagi-pagi kau bangunkan aku dan memanggilku "Nunuuu..." dengan pelukan penuh cinta. Kita bercanda-tawa sesaat, habis itu kamu berangkat menimba ilmu. Selepas kau pulang, kau akan datang ke kamarku lagi dan menyebut namaku "Nunuuu..." dengan suaramu yang khas. Kau akan mengajakku bernyanyi dan menonton &lt;em&gt;movie&lt;/em&gt; bersama. Setiap kali kau sebut, "Nunu, Sita," aku tahu apa yang kau mau. Seperti biasanya, kau akan meraih tanganku dan mengajakku menonton Sendratari Ramayana favoritmu itu, yang tak henti-hentinya kau tonton berulang-ulang. Bosan aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi setiap saat aku mulai merasa bosan, kau akan menari layaknya sang Sita dan membuatku tertawa. Kamu juga macho sekali, selalu sibuk mengupil dan sering kentut. Tapi wajah kamu itu lho, tetep aja &lt;em&gt;innocent&lt;/em&gt;. Iih kamu memang lucuuu sekali..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My hottie,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapan ya aku bisa ke sana lagi? Aku benar-benar merasa bersalah sudah meninggalkanmu. Ibumu bilang, kau masih suka mencari-cariku, menyebut namaku, dan menatap foto kitat bersama. Semakin kutahu betapa merasa kehilangannya kamu, aku merasa semakin kehilangan juga. Aku berharap, bulan Juni ini aku sudah punya cukup penghasilan untuk bisa terbang ke sana lagi. Nanti kita akan jalan-jalan, shopping, ke pantai, naik perahu mengarungi teluk, dan aku akan menyuapimu lagi setiap kali kamu makan.. nyam nyam nyam. Mudah-mudahan ya sayang..... doakan aku ya semoga di sini selalu bisa &lt;em&gt;have fun &lt;/em&gt;setiap saat, layaknya dirimu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your big cousin...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188967325923439714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/SALqSmTGdGI/AAAAAAAAAWw/WAr0aHsSZXg/s200/ethan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-8075185250187254362?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8075185250187254362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=8075185250187254362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/8075185250187254362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/8075185250187254362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-lil-hot-man-letter.html' title='My Lil Hot Man (a letter)'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/SALqSmTGdGI/AAAAAAAAAWw/WAr0aHsSZXg/s72-c/ethan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-3248485746508359326</id><published>2008-04-08T10:16:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:27:30.055+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YES'/><title type='text'>The Blacks and The Jewish On My Perspective (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(continuing..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was really bothering me since I always try not to judge people before I know them well. So then I just tried to take it easy and I tried to chase away every single stigma on my head about the blacks. Gradually, I started to get along well with my black friends, and it was kind of awkward at the first time to adapt with their behavior. For example, I was a bit bothered whenever they talk loudly. And I was feeling awkward when they sing and dance a lot in every party we were involved--it was just too festive for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the more I hang out with my black friends, the more I love them dearly. Nigerians, Kenyans, Senegalese, all of them are like my family. I found out that they are very fun people to go hang out with. Many of them ...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;whom I know are hard workers, and many black students in my school are very good in sport teams and they are also bright scholars. Last time I visited a black church and a black mosque in Ohio, it was really fun and engaging. The people were so humble and welcoming. They hug and smile a lot. They made sure every thing makes me feel comfortable. They treated me well. And oh….again… They sang a lot, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love upon them makes me love their culture too. Today I love to listen to rap, jazz, blues, and gospel music genres. I start to try some hip-hop dance too. Sometimes, I can speak in black accent. Some people think I am already &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;“blackenized”,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but I do not really care. It is fun, you know, and I enjoy it. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I love the blacks as they are my family. Whenever there is a person who looks down upon them, or talks about them badly with prejudice, I will fight back and defend the blacks. I will not let any body judges all black people by only witnessing a few samples of the blacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I am so different now compare to the time before I met the blacks. Now I know that I have already changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing also happened with my perspective towards my host father, who is a Jewish. I used to think that all Jewish are the same. I thought they all hate the Muslims. But what I thought was not matching with what I saw. I found out that my host father is a veeery nice man. Since the first day I live with him, I have never seen any time he did an unkind thing to people. In fact, I think he is a very loving man. I was so amazed, when he told me that he decided to become a vegetarian when he was 12 years old, because he does not believe in killing any thing, including any animals. He likes to help out the homeless people by volunteering, and he donates money through some organizations. He is very religious too. He goes to the synagogue every twice in a week, and sometimes I go with him there too. From there, I met a lot more Jewish too. I have to tell you, that they are all nice and welcoming individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even in my school and my neighborhood,&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I met a lot of Jewish friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Compare to when I was in Indonesia, I had &lt;strong&gt;NONE&lt;/strong&gt;. Here, I have to tell you, that my Jewish friends are very nice people. Seriously. I get along with them well, even with those who are really religious. When it comes to Jewish holidays, it is always a common thing to say happy holiday to each other in my school. And I know I have to be careful whenever I talk about Holocaust, because they are very sensitive with that. But sometimes, it is hard actually to position myself when they start talking about Israel—that they love Israel, that they want to visit it, that they want to go to the college there, that they want to learn the Hebrew language there, etc. I mean, I could not hide my face that I know there is a huge conflict in Israel between their religion and mine. I do not want to blame them that they are rude to talk about Israel with a Muslim like me. I understand it is a common thing for them to talk about it to people, since they have been living and grew up in a huge Jewish community. But to me…? I was so sensitive and overwhelmed, as I was not used to with Jewish people, and all this stuff was totally new for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But later on, as time passed through, I get used to with this kind of talk. The cooler I respond to them, the more opinions and perspective they shared to me. And it is just amazing the way all of it combined and makes me realize what caused the conflict in Israel-Palestine. The oldest &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Jewish temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the world, and the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Al-Aqsa mosque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which is the second biggest Islamic center after Ka’bah, are located in Jerussalem. Also, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was born there. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How would you prevent any conflict if there only be one place for three strict groups of people?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Well, the Christians seem are not having a problem as big as what the Muslims and the Jewish have. But on the other hand, many Muslims and Jewish people all around the world start to condemn each other of what is happening in Israel-Palestine. More people tend to condemn Israel for starting killing the Muslims in chasing the Muslims away, and for taking over the Muslims’ territory. But then, when the Muslims got real angry, some of them started to scream...&lt;em&gt;"Kill the Jewish! Kill the Jewish!"&lt;/em&gt; and threatened people with bombs. Many people turned not to support Muslims since they are considered very violent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, I still found out here in United States that some Jewish people do not support the killing of Muslims for the sake of Israelis. They just support a fair division of territory as long as the Jewish and the Muslims can live peacefully in the same place. In analogical way, this &lt;strong&gt;"anti-war"&lt;/strong&gt; kind of people is just like myself. I mean, they believe in what Jew taught them, but they do not believe in killing the Muslims in order to own their so-called “Holy Land” in Jerussalem. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am also a Muslim. But I hate those people who claimed that they are Muslims too, while they are bombing and terrorizing people and committing murder upon the Jewish people. Why would they say that they are Muslim and obedient to God, while they are not even respecting and loving God’s creatures? And why would people say that they are Jewish and dedicative to God, if they kill the Muslims and take over the land in a rude way? And also, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;did Mr. Bush once use the name of God to excuse his invasion in Irak?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Religions are supposed to be a mean of turning the world into peace. But these bad and irresponsible people, made the reputation of religions &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;filthy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; That is why nowadays, there are more and more liberal people who turn to not believing in any religion, because they think religions are the main cause of all chaos in the world. While in fact, I strongly believe that it is not a matter of the religions’ taught, but the people who misuse the religions instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, right now I believe in peaceful diversity, because I have been experiencing it within these recent 8 months. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been living with a practicing Jewish father, and a practicing Catholic mother, while I myself is a covered Muslim.... and all of us have proven that 3 religions can live together peacefully even in a family.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And I believe, diversity will not be a problem if we can face it wisely. God has created a diverse world so that we can learn to understand and respect each other. Being religious means fondly praying to God, and dearly doing good deeds upon God’s creatures. Being religious is totally not rude, as long as we can position ourselves not to offend other religions. In contrast, being stereotypical and offensive to other groups or religions is considered very rude and dirty. It is all your choice to be what you want to be. But at least now you know which one is good, and which one is bad to choose. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Which one might change the world, and which one will remain the world in the never-ending wars and everlasting sufferings…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-3248485746508359326?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3248485746508359326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=3248485746508359326&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/3248485746508359326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/3248485746508359326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2008/04/yeah-it-breaks-prejudice-part-2.html' title='The Blacks and The Jewish On My Perspective (part 2)'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-6634547686943570384</id><published>2008-03-30T15:08:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:33:29.871+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YES'/><title type='text'>The Blacks and The Jewish On My Perspective (part ONE)</title><content type='html'>Nobody would deny that their exchange year has meant a lot upon their life. Neither would I. This is not a hyperbole, nor a lie. I would even say that my exchange year has “brain-washed” me in a good way. This is my story…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born and raised in a conservative Javanese Muslim family. If I track down my family tree up to my great, great grandparents, I can tell there is not much diversity in it. People were all bonded as Javanese. Well, there is a far-related-grandmother who was from Sulawesi Island. And my step grandmother was also a Catholic American who then moved to Indonesia once she got married to my grandfather. Other than that, believe me, there is none from somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, most of my family members live in Java. And ...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;that could be one of the reasons why I have never had a chance to fly out of Java Island, beside due to the expensive fare of the travel and other nontrivial reasons. However, there was a call inside this heart, to break this locked-up life, and meet the rest of the people who live on earth so that I can tell how they live their life. That was why I chose to go to United States, instead of choosing another country. I wanted to experience their so-called melting pot—where everybody from all parts of the world come, mix together, and make a possible highly diverse society. So my thought was, if I go to United States, I would not have to go to many countries to meet their people, because many ‘samples’ of the world’s people are living in United States. My parents, especially my father, was anxious at the first time he heard me start talking about leaving for United States, most probably due to my status as a covered-young-muslimah. But after I tried to assure them as reasonably as I could, they started agreeing my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up leaving Java Island, Indonesia, for Ohio, United States. I was so happy at the time I flew away. I started to imagine building the puzzle of my new life, and I just could not wait to begin the adventure. With the support from my teachers and friends back home there, I became even more popped out for this upcoming new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the situation changed significantly at the time I learnt that my host father, is a person who I did not expect to become my host father, by the fact that he is a Jewish. I actually had not known a lot already about Judaism and its believers, but what I saw from medias was the fact that there is a chronic current issue between Jewish and Muslims which is centralized in Israel-Palestine. In the other hand, I felt just comfortable with my host mother who is a Catholic, because at school in Indonesia, I have got some Catholic friends. Despite the lack of my knowledge in Catholicism, I know that my Catholic friends are nice, and we have been living peacefully since the first time we knew each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might think, I was a stereotypical individual. My head was full of prejudices, and it was even worse because not only religion that matters to me, but also….. race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the place where I live in Ohio, is a suburb of Cleveland called as Shaker Heights, where there is a huge size of not only Jewish, but also black community living there. Yes, there are a looooot of African-Americans. Even in my school, the blacks occupy almost two third of total number of the students. To be honest, I was not feeling comfortable with the stigmas inside my head that was all derived from the media I saw before. They stated, “Black people tend to be criminals.” Or “black people in United States committed hate crime upon other races.” Or “most of the prisoners in United States’ jails are the blacks,” and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued to part TWO...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-6634547686943570384?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6634547686943570384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=6634547686943570384&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/6634547686943570384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/6634547686943570384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2008/03/yeah-it-breaks-prejudice-part-one.html' title='The Blacks and The Jewish On My Perspective (part ONE)'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-8210224582910416036</id><published>2008-03-24T10:21:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:27:55.763+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jalan-jalan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YES'/><title type='text'>Hello! Goodbye..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c6hg9-_II/AAAAAAAAAVY/TcSOw301lyU/s1600-h/tijo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181174243773054082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c6hg9-_II/AAAAAAAAAVY/TcSOw301lyU/s200/tijo5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salam, wahai pembaca setia di manapun Anda berada.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah.....akhirnya kita sampai di penghujung minggu ini. Nggak seperti biasanya nih, kali ini, kartika mau nulis tentang memori minggu ini di Ohio bersama para sahabat, yang BITTERSWEET banget. So please DONT READ IT kalau panjenengan lagi nggak mood untuk mbaca cerita yang agak trivial. Begini ceritanya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of this week started so beautifully. Aku bertemu dengan 3 orang teman baru dari Jerman dan 3 orang teman lama masing-masing dari Indonesia (hai Taqia! :), Thailand, dan India. Kami beruntuuuung sekali bisa dapet kesempatan ngunjungin Statehouse of Ohio di Columbus, the capital city of OH. Nggak tanggung-tanggung, kami berkesempatan melihat sang governor dan ngobrol dengan representative dari partai Demokrat di sana. Selain itu, kami yang agak norak ini diizinkan mencicipi kursi sang gubernur yang ternyata empuuuuuuuuknya bukan main. Banyak serunya deh, nanti kalau diceritain semua bisa bikin ngiri lagi, hehehehe.. just kidding. Pokoknya nikmat banget rasanya bisa ke sana bareng temen-temen... walaupun tempatnya kedengarannya bikin bosan, tapi kalau perginya bareng teman-teman yg kita sayang, semua hal jadi terasa menyenangkan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that day, I found one of my sweetest days of my life. The days that just come over my life span unpredictably. I ate out to restaurants, went to a black church, walked around downtown, slept over, watched movie (which was Pretty Woman ;p), chit-chat and sang along cheerfully in the car, learned about politics and environment, watched an art exhibit (which was real porn paintings ;p), laughed, all I did together with friends! This is kinda moment where I feel I find that life is so sweet, and I might ask to myself, &lt;em&gt;why do people wanna commit suicide if life is this sweet? They must be so stupid and mad..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I had to say farewell to .....&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;my friends in the end of the day. This was so hard because I know I won't meet them at least in a couple months, or never again. It's real hard because they made my life that day tasted so festive, though I know some of them are friends that I just met. I didn't want that day to be over that soon. I was about to cry except I was feeling embarassed to do so. So I hugged and hoped that we'll meet each other again another day with such happiness and cheerfulness like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last Friday, lagi-lagi, aku harus berpisah dengan orang baru yang sangat kusayang.&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Asuka, she is from Japan. Dia kebetulan adalah seorang exchange student yang melancong ke Amrik selama 3 mingguan. Selama di Cleveland, dia tinggal serumah denganku dan host family. Automatically, she was in the same room with me. And it was really fun and enjoyable actually to have a roommate from another country and culture background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Just because.&lt;br /&gt;Lol... Ya you know lah.. I got a chance to learn some Japanese words and.. what even more fun was, she went to school with me for a couple days. She went to the same classes with me, and I was so happy being somebody who shows around and introduces her to some friends and teachers. What do you call that? A guide? A host? Whatever. I was just so happy. And I was really amazed that I could explain a lotta American cultures to Asuka, though I am originally from another country too! Apparently living in USA for approx 7 months taught me more than 'something' about USA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asuka walked home with me from school. She sang with me while I was playing Utada Hikaru's song with my guitar. She watched Crayon Sinchan with me in English Version. And I showed her some Indonesian songs like Mulan Jameelah, Inul Daratista, Agnes Monica, Iyeth Bustami, Glenn Fredly, and a lot more. She showed me back some cool Japanese songs. She shared me Japanese fashion magazine and we looked over it together. She looked over some prom dress on the web with me and suggested me what to wear. She even told me her private family issue back there in Japan. She went out with me to some cool places that we both never been there before. We enjoyed the snow together on the last snow blizzard because both of us never see snow this much before. And every night when we got time to talk a lot, we would talk about American boys compare to Japanese and Indonesian ;p&lt;br /&gt;Btw, this was actually an interesting topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she is actually a very, very quite girl. She does not speak a lot. Sometimes, I feel like dominating the conversation because I wanted to talk a lot but she mostly remained calm if I did'nt start first. But, everything that we've done together, is like a melody. A pleasing music. Music that speaks... like words. Like a language that connects us beyond our hearts. In only a couple weeks, there's a strong bond between us two. A bond across the language and cultural barrier...&lt;br /&gt;I feel... she's just like a sister of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Friday morning, I gotta say farewell to her. Apparently it was her time to go.&lt;br /&gt;O, M, G, I hate it! Why should I say goodbye twice in a week, to those people that I love?&lt;br /&gt;Why God doesnt let them stay with me forever and we'll make such a colorful life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the last minute before Asuka went into the security line in the airport, she hugged me and ... She cried!! Oh Asuka, why did you cry? You made it even harder for me to say goodbye. I know we'll never see each other again except if I go visit Japan or you go visit Indonesia. Other than that, I'm not sure. So Asuka please dont cry because I dont know how to cry for you. The only thing I wanna do was shout out loud and say...&lt;br /&gt;"Ikanaida!!!! Aishiteru!!!" (Don't go!! I love youuu!)&lt;br /&gt;But I know that wont make you stay anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Friday morning, my heart sobbed inside. I aint gonna have a very sweet roommate anymore. Who is also a sweet bestfriend. It's all over. Over. Over.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it. Hello yeterday, Goodbye today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then aku jadi suka mikir-mikir, gimana ya perasaannya orang-orang yang sudah kehilangan orang yang sangat dicintainya? Like my Dad, he lost his mom when he was like 3. So it must be hard.... cause 3 years aint long enough to spend with a mom.&lt;br /&gt;I think beberapa orang yang belum sempat bertemu dengan orang tuanya sebelum mereka lahir, kayak Nabi Muhammad SAW, tidak merasakan sulitnya perpisahan dengan orang tuanya, karena tidak juga merasakan indahnya pertemuan sebelumnya. Nabi Muhammad SAW sendiri sih nggak secara keseluruhan begitu ya, soalnya Nabi SAW kan berpisah juga dengan ibunya waktu beliau berumur 6 tahun. Pasti sulit sekali kalau kehilangan orang tua, pas masih kecil.&lt;br /&gt;Wah, berarti banyak banget dong ya anak-anak yang kurang beruntung karena kehilangan orang tua saat masih kecil. Apalagi anak-anak yang kena bencana alam. Kasihan sekali. Mestinya anak-anak itu segera dapet foster parents lah gitu ya supaya bebannya terkurangi, Wah, mestinya orang-orang di Amerika ini mulai mencoba jadi foster parents buat anak-anak Indonesia ya, selain ngangkat anak dari Cinaaaa terus. Kan Indonesia penduduknya juga banyak sekali, lagipula tingkat perekonomian Indonesia masih rendah, jadi sulit untuk membiayai pendidikan dan kesehatan untuk anak. Kan dengan begitu bisa mengurangi beban Indonesia jadinya.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi masalahnya di Amerika sistem yang dipakai "adopting" sih ya. Bukannya "fostering".&lt;br /&gt;Kan banyak orang Indonesia pada Musllim. Di Islam kan kalo nggak salah, nggak boleh ngadopsi, bolehnya ngangkat anak aja, tapi tanpa menutup jejak ke orang tua atau kerabat aslinya. Gitu-gitu deh ya. Aku juga masih belum paham bener soal itu. If you don't know then you might wanna find out more about that. I need to learn more about this stuff too anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lho? Kok jadi ngelantur gini ngomongya? Better if I stop now rather than keep writing this.. nggak ada ujungnya nanti.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's why I told you not to read it unless you are in the mood for this kinda stuff. haha&lt;br /&gt;Ok then, thanks for reading it anyways....ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181173706902142066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c6CQ9-_HI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/KSWg71JwLX0/s200/tijo6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-8210224582910416036?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8210224582910416036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=8210224582910416036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/8210224582910416036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/8210224582910416036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-goodbye.html' title='Hello! Goodbye..'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c6hg9-_II/AAAAAAAAAVY/TcSOw301lyU/s72-c/tijo5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-6834124859543002266</id><published>2008-02-28T01:34:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:28:13.890+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>Feminisme &amp; Maskulinisme yang terbolak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ngelanjutin postinganku sebelumnya berjudul "White Woman vs Black Man", kali ini aku mau beranekdot lagi tentang Hillary Clinton &amp;amp; Barack Obama. Hehehe, abis seru dan geli sih terkadang melihat keduanya gembor-gemboran berkampanye akhir-akhir ini. Serunya ngelihat mereka beradu mulut menggunakan bahasa politik yang terlihat sopan, tapi terdengar saling menyinggung satu sama lain. Dan yang bikin geli, adalah berdasarkan hasil 'analisa'ku, ternyata ada yang--one could say it is--janggal, di antara keduanya. Apakah gerangan yang kumaksud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171744818615790466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R8W6gu6Pq4I/AAAAAAAAAUM/Bvu-hbG3RNY/s400/09-clinton_obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, pembaca semua pada tahu kan kalo usianya Clinton itu sekitar 60 tahunan? Dan biasanya di usia seperti itu, orang-orang cenderung ....&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;merasa dirinya sudah banyak berpengalaman dan lebih matang serta profesional dibandingkan para generasi muda dalam memecahkan segala persoalan. Buat yang tinggal lama dengan nenek atau kakeknya, pasti mengerti apa yang kumaksud. That's probably why banyak presiden di seluruh dunia, usianya sekitar 50 tahunan ke atas, karena orang-orang menganggap mereka jauh lebih bijaksana, ketimbang kandidat yang muda-muda yang kemungkinan besar akan grasa-grusu kalo menghadapi masalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, fakta usia Clinton inilah yang membuat Clinton kalo berkampanye, inti pernyataannya adalah, "Saya sudah sangat berpengalaman dan profesional," "Saya sudah melihat segala permasalahan yang dihadapi negara ini dan juga sudah melihat segala cara pemecahan masalah yang dilakukan pemimpin negara sebelumnya," "Saya tahu apa yang terbaik untuk Amerika," dll dsb dst dah. Atitud si Clinton ini masih ditambah pula dengan kesadarannya sebagai seseorang yang ber-gender wanita. Merespon masyarakat yang skeptis akan pemimpin wanita, Clinton berkata lantang yang intinya, "walaupun saya wanita, saya itu &lt;em&gt;tough&lt;/em&gt;," (kutipan dari koran The Plain Dealer edisi minggu lalu, sori lupa nomor berapa). Dan akumulasi dari sikap-sikap Clinton inilah yang membuat Clinton, at least berdasarkan opini sebagian Americans, terlihat maskulin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di satu sisi, Obama yang usianya masih kepala empat, tentu belum punya pengalaman sebanyak Clinton. Sehingga dari pidatonya, beliau mungkin nggak mau terlampau "sok bisa" terlebih karena lawan politiknya adalah Clinton. Instead, Obama menggunakan kata-kata seperti "Yes, we can, yes we can" "Vote for Change," "Americans are one," segala rupa. Dari kata-kata yg beliau gunakan, kedengarannya beliau nggak mau nunjukin kalau beliau sudah berpengalaman memecahkan persoalan AS, tapi beliau terdengar berkompeten dan optimis mewujudkan mimpi-mimpi AS. Kampanyenya yang cenderung nggak seagresif dan seofensif Clinton, membuat dirinya disebut lebih "feminin" ketimbang Clinton oleh beberapa Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konklusinya, Clinton, bisa dibilang &lt;strong&gt;"outwomaned"&lt;/strong&gt; by Obama itu sendiri yang secara alamiah laki-laki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitulah Amerika. Masih banyak sekali orang-orang konservatif yang mempermasalahkan gender. Banyak orang yang either capek dengan kampanye kontroversialnya Clinton-Obama, or emang nggak percaya sama mereka, ujung-ujungnya memutuskan mau milih McCain aja meskipun mereka tahu capres dari Partai Republican tahun ini nggak dapet caucuses sebanyak cepres dari Partai Demokrat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-6834124859543002266?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6834124859543002266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=6834124859543002266&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/6834124859543002266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/6834124859543002266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2008/02/feminisme-maskulinisme-yang-terbolak.html' title='Feminisme &amp; Maskulinisme yang terbolak'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R8W6gu6Pq4I/AAAAAAAAAUM/Bvu-hbG3RNY/s72-c/09-clinton_obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-214515808463634261</id><published>2008-02-18T01:42:00.037+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:28:32.732+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YES'/><title type='text'>Envy Management</title><content type='html'>Hi my fellow AFS/YES 07-08 Indonesian students in Europe and USA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are YOU??&lt;br /&gt;How is this February winter memorable for you?&lt;br /&gt;Or... are you now trapped in boredom? Or, maybe the other way, are you now finding something new to have fun?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do, I really really hope that you guys are doing great!&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually now writing this post, addressing it to you all, as a response to those previous letters from our friends who have shared us about their experiences here in USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, my beloved friends,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say... from the deepest of my heart.. that..&lt;br /&gt;YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kidding,&lt;strong&gt; you are those among the greatest people I've ever seen in the world..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? There are so many reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; thing for sure, is because you own a huge courage. Living in a brand new society is totally uneasy. Especially when you have to maintain your own basic principles, and promote your country to people. It's totally uneasy, when you are still 16-18 years old, and you're expected to speak up to the world, about what you believe and what you don't. It's totally uneasy, when you are still young and passionate, to be oppressed mistakenly by the prejudice &amp;amp; discrimination caused by those superficial propagandas. It's totally uneasy, to be different, and to turn people to like us at the same time. We are young aliens, abandoned in a new planet, and maybe some planet people look down to us, but we are expected to live our life to the fullest at the same time, and stand on our own feet as well. And you guys have proven that you are brave aliens! That's why you still can smile eventhough life is not as easy as flowing water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secondly&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm so proud of you guys, because every experience and story that you told us, are personally, an inspiration for me. Thank you Ghina, Raka, Rasis, Tessa, Taqia, Alfian ....&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;and the unmentioned ones, for those beautiful stories you shared.... I just can't express how impressed I was when I figured out how you survived from your calamities. Some of those stories burst my tears out. And I am sure every single of us have various stories which are as tough as theirs. But still, I love those stories. It lifted up myself to work on things that I haven't accomplished yet so far. It awoke me, whipped me, and pushed me to run, as quickly as I can, towards my aims here. It took a moment for me to reflect. It reminded me to read my report card for the last semester of being an exchange student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, regarding to those posts, it is not impossible for envy to find fertile soil in our heart's feelings of incompetence. And I've been reading a lot of rensponses from some of other friends about their jealousy upon these success stories. I myself, to be honest, used to be trapped by this green-eyed monster too. How come? When &lt;strong&gt;Ghina, Citra, Widya &amp;amp; Azkia&lt;/strong&gt; could attend this CECF Youth Leadership and Interfaith Conference in Disney Orlando, FL, I am still here doing some crappy things, such as checking friendster and facebook too often in front of the computer, or chatting too much. When &lt;strong&gt;Raka&lt;/strong&gt; has chosen as The Best Presenter for Kids in 2008 in Mequon, WI, I am still here realizing that I haven't done much yet for my presentations about Indonesia. When &lt;strong&gt;Tessa&lt;/strong&gt; was beautifully able to analyze the similarities between Soeharto's regime and Hitler's one, I am still here partying too much with friends and forgetting that I should update my brain again with logical analysis about what is up with the world. And when &lt;strong&gt;Rasis&lt;/strong&gt;--who live in the same state with me--struggling for his tough new family and intense school/neighborhood, I am still here taking too much time to sleep, spending too much time to do something for my own comfort. When &lt;strong&gt;Taqia&lt;/strong&gt; has successfully opened the eyes of some of us who has forgotten our main aim, I am still here, being one of those whom he awoke. And when &lt;strong&gt;Alfian&lt;/strong&gt; and now &lt;strong&gt;Tila&lt;/strong&gt; are making such a great video of our AFS/YES generation, I am still here selfishly thinking about myself and enjoying my own life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My fellow Indonesian exchange students, these people, I'm not kidding, these people are so special to my perspective. These people are ones of my role models. Seriously. I'm not gonna stop asking, "How did these people achieve success? What are my deficiencies, and how can I work upon them?" I am not preoccupied by those success and tough stories but, in contrast, I have found my spirit back to do more and more for myself, and for what I represent. I am not gonna complain about my life anymore, because now I have already known there are people out there who have less than mine. And from Rasis, I've seen the importance of remembering that any misfortune could have been worse. From him, I am reminded that deliverance may not always happen as we would prefer. Rather, God brings relief according to God's wisdom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's why my fellow Indonesian exchange students, let's celebrate these people. Let's thank God for God's blessing upon them and enabling them to succeed. Let's even ask God to increase these people's success! Some of us are like a weight lifter who, although knowing the proper technique, sometimes lacks enough strength to lift the bar. But these people, they are strong enough to uplift their life and even to motivate us. I am &lt;strong&gt;also certain&lt;/strong&gt; that there are more of success &amp;amp; tough stories from you which are not written in this mailist. No matter you'll share it or not, I am sure, all of your stories are more than just great!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all the voice that I would share now. Again, thanks a lot for those who have shared their stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love for you all,&lt;br /&gt;Kartika (Cleveland, OH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-214515808463634261?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/214515808463634261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=214515808463634261&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/214515808463634261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/214515808463634261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2008/02/envy-management.html' title='Envy Management'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-8300487812846765373</id><published>2008-02-10T22:21:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:28:49.377+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YES'/><title type='text'>Krisis Prom</title><content type='html'>Bingung aku..&lt;br /&gt;Di Prom nanti, aku mesti pergi sama siapa?&lt;br /&gt;Andai saja aku bisa pergi sama temen-temen cewek. Tapi ini masalahnya bukan homecoming atau pesta dansa biasa... yang biasanya aku perginya sama temen-temen cewek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini adalah PROM. Ini adalah upacara kelulusan siswa-siswi versi Amerika. Kalau Smansa punya acara perpisahan kelas 3 di Hotel Bumi Wiyata, Prom hakikatnya sama aja kayak perpi kelas 3 itu. Semua orang harus berpakaian resmi dan rapi serta anggun. Kalau di Indonesia kita-kita yang cewek pakai kebaya, di sini siswi-siswinya pakai gaun. Ya pada intinya sama saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, tetep aja ada bedanya. Di Prom, normalnya para siswa dan siswi datang ke sana dengan berpasang-pasangan. Tentu saja pasangannya mesti cewek-cowok, bukan cowok-cowok atau cewek-cewek. Jadi otomatis aku mesti nyari cowok untuk jadi pasanganku nanti di Prom. Nah itu dia masalahnya. Siapa yang mesti kujadikan 'pangeranku' nanti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That's not a big deal. Aku masih bisa bemuka tembok untuk menyelesaikan masalah itu. Yang lebih aku bingungin adalah gaun apa yang nanti akan kupakai? Waktu Thanksgiving lalu, aku jalan-jalan sama Host Mom ku ke mall dan di sana lagi ada obral gaun-gaun Prom. Hampir semuanya open shoulder gitu. So I have no idea what to wear on my Prom. Mungkin aku akan pakai baju adat Bali aja kali ya. Atau kebaya. Ya kalau nggak, aku mungkin akan jahit-jahit sendiri baju Promku. Yang penting, aku mau gaunku tetep sopan dan mencerminkan seorang muslimah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom memang masih Juni nanti. Tapi badai krisisnya udah terasa saat ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171752008391044018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R8XBDO6Pq7I/AAAAAAAAAUk/r1peTsOLpag/s200/prom.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-8300487812846765373?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8300487812846765373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=8300487812846765373&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/8300487812846765373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/8300487812846765373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2008/02/krisis-cowok.html' title='Krisis Prom'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R8XBDO6Pq7I/AAAAAAAAAUk/r1peTsOLpag/s72-c/prom.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-1673476680081280136</id><published>2008-01-28T07:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:29:05.246+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>Soeharto &amp; Human Nature</title><content type='html'>As we've already known..&lt;br /&gt;Soeharto has just passed away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just wondering..&lt;br /&gt;many people used to dislike him a lot because of his wrongdoings to this nation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, today, in this time, many people are grieving for him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe, that's how human nature works. Whoever dies, except he/she is the worst &amp;amp; destructive person in the world, people will find the best side of him/her.&lt;br /&gt;And they will grieve for the death..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi rojiun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pray for Soeharto. May God forgive his mistakes and weaknesses,&lt;br /&gt;and place him in the best place beside Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-1673476680081280136?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1673476680081280136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=1673476680081280136&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/1673476680081280136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/1673476680081280136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2008/01/soeharto-human-nature.html' title='Soeharto &amp; Human Nature'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-9060414308823773195</id><published>2008-01-25T12:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:29:16.846+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><title type='text'>Condolences for Sarah's Mom in Indonesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi rojiun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Berita duka. Ibunda dari Syarifah Sarah Humaira meninggal dunia kemarin (24/1/2008) pada pukul 06.30 WIB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sarah kini masih di Indiana, USA. Sarah memutuskan untuk tidak kembali pulang ke Indonesia karena keluarga besarnya ingin agar ibundanya segera dimakamkan. Sedangkan, penerbangan dari USA ke Indonesia bisa mencapai lebih dari 24 jam ditambah segala prosesnya. Dan jika Sarah kembali ke Indonesia sekarang, Sarah belum yakin apakah bisa menyelesaikan sisa tahun exchange year nya di sini lagi. Semua keputusan ini sudah dipikir masak-masak. Jadi saya mohon teman-teman semua mengerti situasi ini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mewakili Sarah, saya minta keikhlasan teman-teman semua untuk mendoakan agar semoga almarhumah mendapat ampunan dari Allah SWT atas segala kekurangannya dan semoga almarhumah dikarunai tempat yang terbaik di sisiNya, Amin. Semoga semua yang ditinggalkan beliau, khususnya Sarah, diberi kesabaran dan kekuatan lahir dan batin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dan siapapun yang ingin menyatakan bela sungkawanya untuk Sarah, terutama dari para &lt;strong&gt;keluarga besar SMAN 1 Depok&lt;/strong&gt;, silahkan email langsung ke &lt;a href="mailto:s2arah_89@yahoo.co.id"&gt;s2arah_89@yahoo.co.id&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know we love Sarah, so please give her your best support guys.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mari kita sama-sama berdoa semoga Allah Swt. mengaruniai kita semua panjang umur, jasmani &amp;amp; ruhani yang sehat sehingga mampu beramal banyak, Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kartika (OH)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-9060414308823773195?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/9060414308823773195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=9060414308823773195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/9060414308823773195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/9060414308823773195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2008/01/condolences-for-sarahs-mom-in-indonesia.html' title='Condolences for Sarah&apos;s Mom in Indonesia'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-8512501532324150205</id><published>2008-01-25T01:41:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:29:50.534+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><title type='text'>Iklan Kerrreeennn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R5jdZkHZW3I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Z4mBgCn75ww/s1600-h/iklan+keren3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159116804414069618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R5jdZkHZW3I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Z4mBgCn75ww/s400/iklan+keren3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andai dia istri Anda, masih nekat menghajarnya?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R5jdD0HZW2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/LUKqUcTRj3U/s1600-h/iklan+keren2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159116430751914850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="282" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R5jdD0HZW2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/LUKqUcTRj3U/s400/iklan+keren2.bmp" width="468" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Andai dia pacar Anda, masih nekat memukulnya?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R5jcgkHZW1I/AAAAAAAAAQo/E96gqp0IjVA/s1600-h/iklan+keren1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159115825161526098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="311" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R5jcgkHZW1I/AAAAAAAAAQo/E96gqp0IjVA/s400/iklan+keren1.bmp" width="473" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Andai dia anak Anda, masih nekat menamparnya?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-iklan SAHABAT PEDULI anti kekerasan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(dari milis tetangga..)&lt;/em&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/31480619-8512501532324150205?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8512501532324150205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=8512501532324150205&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/8512501532324150205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/8512501532324150205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2008/01/iklan-kerrreeennn.html' title='Iklan Kerrreeennn'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R5jdZkHZW3I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Z4mBgCn75ww/s72-c/iklan+keren3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-3725889833074191635</id><published>2008-01-24T23:25:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:30:00.762+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jalan-jalan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><title type='text'>City Buddha</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Siapa sangka di Cleveland, Ohio, USA, ada toko kerajinan tangan dari INDONESIA ??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Its name is "City Buddha". I just learnt that by accident. I was walking down the street last month, looking for Christmas presents for the family, when I first came to this Indonesian store. I was totally surprised!! I feel like home here.. Everything is from Indonesia. Furnitures, statues, clothes, scarfs, jewelries, and other cool stuffs are soooooo Indonesian-looking. That's why last week, I told Mom to take me there again, because I was missing my home in Indonesia. And I didnt forget to take my friends there too, to prove them how beautiful Indonesia is!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mau ikutan window shopping ke City Buddha? Ayuuk...^^&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R55cGUHZXBI/AAAAAAAAASI/2jAsiAcdLEY/s1600-h/PIC_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160663486561868818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R55cGUHZXBI/AAAAAAAAASI/2jAsiAcdLEY/s200/PIC_0136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ada syal..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R55bd0HZXAI/AAAAAAAAASA/Cjz8xCEkIhs/s1600-h/PIC_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160662790777166850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R55bd0HZXAI/AAAAAAAAASA/Cjz8xCEkIhs/s200/PIC_0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ada patung Buddha dan Ganesha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R55Y1kHZW9I/AAAAAAAAARo/05wIX8PqF04/s1600-h/PIC_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160659900264176594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R55Y1kHZW9I/AAAAAAAAARo/05wIX8PqF04/s200/PIC_0139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ada lukisan Buddha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R55VIUHZW6I/AAAAAAAAARQ/x0CuA0G2FPc/s1600-h/PIC_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160655824340212642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R55VIUHZW6I/AAAAAAAAARQ/x0CuA0G2FPc/s200/PIC_0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ada patung kepala Buddha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R55UVkHZW5I/AAAAAAAAARI/QMIJNYzj_-w/s1600-h/PIC_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160654952461851538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R55UVkHZW5I/AAAAAAAAARI/QMIJNYzj_-w/s200/PIC_0152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ada selendang cantik..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R55T0kHZW4I/AAAAAAAAARA/LZdwJn_1E7c/s1600-h/PIC_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160654385526168450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R55T0kHZW4I/AAAAAAAAARA/LZdwJn_1E7c/s200/PIC_0134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ada tas-tas lucu..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kebaya, kolintang, wayang golek, dan masih banyak lagi...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;City Buddha is really Indonesian! So whenever I feel homesick again, I'll be here for sure... ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-3725889833074191635?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3725889833074191635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=3725889833074191635&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/3725889833074191635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/3725889833074191635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2008/01/city-buddha.html' title='City Buddha'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R55cGUHZXBI/AAAAAAAAASI/2jAsiAcdLEY/s72-c/PIC_0136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-8668815187952591387</id><published>2008-01-23T23:03:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:30:11.740+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><title type='text'>Kantin Kejujuran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R8XAbu6Pq6I/AAAAAAAAAUc/TW3cOiHZY3g/s1600-h/jajan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171751329786211234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R8XAbu6Pq6I/AAAAAAAAAUc/TW3cOiHZY3g/s200/jajan.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pikiran Rakyat, Rabu, 16 Januari 2008,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Menakar Kejujuran di Kantin Sekolah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUPATI Bandung Obar Sobarna (kanan) bersama siswa SMAN 1 Ciparay dan unsur muspida lainnya menikmati makanan di Kantin Kejujuran SMAN 1 Ciparay Kab. Bandung, Selasa (15/1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANGAN heran jika Anda tak menemui seorang penjaga pun di kantin SMA Negeri 1 Ciparay Kab. Bandung. Meski banyak pembeli "menyerbu" makanan yang dijajakan, sang penjaga kantin tak akan pernah muncul. Uniknya, pembeli memahami benar keadaan itu. Mereka akan mengeluarkan uang dari saku dan meletakkannya dalam kotak khusus saat mengambil makanan, yang jumlahnya sesuai dengan harga banderol. Jika jumlah uangnya terlalu besar, pembeli pulalah yang mengambil kembaliannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak, penjaga kantin tidak sedang berhalangan atau sakit. Kantin di SMAN 1 Ciparay ....&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;di Desa Pakutandang, Kec. Ciparay, Kab.Bandung itu memang tak memiliki penjaga. Hanya kejujuran pembelilah yang memegang peran dalam kegiatan operasional kantin tersebut sehari-hari. Rugikah? Tentu saja tidak, selama kejujuran dapat ditegakkan oleh para pembeli. Konsep yang sangat sederhana, namun mungkin akan sangat sulitdalam pelaksanaannya. Kantin di SMAN 1 Ciparay itu dinamai Kantin Kejujuran. Sekilas, kantin ini tak ubahnya kebanyakan kantin lainnya. Pembedanya hanya dalam pola pembayaran yang menitikberatkan pada kesadaran pembeli. Kantin Kejujuran yang diresmikan langsung oleh Bupati Bandung Obar Sobarna, Selasa (15/1) itu merupakan metode baru yang rencananya akan diterapkan di seluruh sekolah di Kab. Bandung. Meski bukan yang pertama di Indonesia, boleh jadi Kantin Kejujuran ini merupakan yang pertama di Jawa Barat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kantin Kejujuran ini juga menjadi ajang pembelajaran bagi generasi muda tentang pentingnya kejujuran terhadap diri sendiri, lingkungan, hingga bangsa dan negara," kata Obar Sobarna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia berharap, tak akan ada lagi praktik "darmaji" alias dahar lima ngaku hiji (makan lima tetapi mengaku satu) dalam kehidupan sehari-hari. Jika praktik kejujuran ini mulai dapat diterapkan pada pelajar, maka diharapkan mereka akan menjadi penerus bangsa yang jujur untuk memajukan bangsa ini. Kantin Kejujuran dapat merefleksikan tabiat para siswa yang ada di sekolah itu. Jika kantin tak bertahan lama karena bangkrut, maka hampir dipastikan para siswa di sekolah itu tak lagi berlaku jujur. Sebaliknya, kantin akan semakin maju saat semua siswa memegang tinggi asas kejujuran dalam kesehariannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kantin Kejujuran itu digagas Pemkab Bandung, Kejaksaan Negeri Bandung, dan Karang Taruna. Tak tanggung-tanggung, Direktur Pendidikan dan Pelayanan Masyarakat Komisi Pemberantasan Korupsi (KPK) Eko Soesamto Tjiptadi turut hadir dalam peresmian kantin tersebut. Hadir pula Ketua Karang Taruna Pusat, Doddy Susanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saya yakin, jika satu sen saja uang dari kantin tersebut diselewengkan maka umur kantin ini tak akan lebih dari tiga bulan," kata EkoSoesamto Tjiptadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurut dia, kantin tersebut merupakan media praktik pendidikan kejujuran bagi siswa sekolah. Siswa akan dihadapkan pada dua pilihan, apakah ingin menerapkan kejujuran hati nuraninya atau tidak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kita seharusnya malu, Indonesia adalah negara terkorup kedua di Asia tahun ini. Ironisnya, negara ini memiliki sekitar 622.000 bangunan masjid dan paling banyak kegiatan khotbahnya," kata Eko yang disambut denganr iuhnya suara hadirin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia yakin, pemberantasan korupsi tidak akan berhasil selama tak ada peran serta seluruh masyarakat, termasuk siswa sebagai generasi penerus bangsa. Apabila kejujuran sudah diterapkan sejak dini, diharapkan akan dapat menyukseskan pemberantasan korupsi pada masa yang akan datang. Acara pembukaan Kantin Kejujuran ini diikuti perwakilan SMA, SMK, dan Madrasah Aliyah se-Kab. Bandung. Pada tahap selanjutnya, program ini akan diterapkan di seluruh SLTA di Kab. Bandung. Pada kesempatan yang sama, Bupati Bandung memberikan dana stimulan bagi beberapa SLTA untuk menerapkan sistem Kantin Kejujuran tersebut. Mungkin sudah saatnya para pejabat penting negara ini bercermin pada siswa SMAN 1 Ciparay. Jika anak sekolah saja bisa berbuat jujur, mengapa masih banyak pejabat yang korup? Tunggu apa lagi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Deni Yudiawan/Tia Dwitiani Komalasari)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari milis tetangga,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(... dan Tijo di sini pun berdoa kelak komunitas SMAN 1 Depok juga bisa jadi sejujur ini.... ^^)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-8668815187952591387?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8668815187952591387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=8668815187952591387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/8668815187952591387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/8668815187952591387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2008/01/kantin-kejujuran.html' title='Kantin Kejujuran'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R8XAbu6Pq6I/AAAAAAAAAUc/TW3cOiHZY3g/s72-c/jajan.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-5009702635246150615</id><published>2008-01-21T11:49:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:30:27.000+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YES'/><title type='text'>P.A.R.T.Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lately I chatted with my 2 friends from Thailand. We're discussing about how often the American teenagers hold parties. And we realized that, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;almost every weekend, there's always a party, or more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, in one of our friends' house or somewhere. No matter where it is, as long as we have music and its loud sound system, gameboard, and snacks, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we can change a very boring place to be like a pub!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Of course, we can only do this if there's no conservative parents available. We talk, laugh out loud, and we sing songs if someone can play the guitar. We eat junk foods, usually chips and pizza, and drink cans of coke. Sometimes we act silly like a drunk. When it gets hotter in the room we're in, we put off our outfits so most girls merely on their tanktop, and we dance on the floor with the lights off &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(sometimes if it's so dark, girls and guys start to grind-dance*&lt;/span&gt;),&lt;/strong&gt; Everybody here can be a totally different character when they're in the parties, compare with when they're at classrooms or somewhere. One thing for sure, in the parties, many of us become loud (or louder), wilder, lusty, and horny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But you know what, I'm happy to be invited by my friends to go to these parties. And I like parties, esp whenever I get so exhausted of school or stuffs. But I like it not so much. I just like it. It's the common way of Americans to make friends, and I enjoy it this way. I know It's so fun to spend relaxing times with friends, but, in the other hand, I can be exhausted too with parties, because they are happening a lot and everytime.. Sometimes I really wanna scream out, &lt;strong&gt;"NOOOOO WAAAAAAAAYYY...... parties! again! you get out of my way!!"&lt;/strong&gt; That's why, I have to decide not to go to this party or that party whenever I'm sick of it. No matter how my friends really want me to be there, if it's not briefly a birthday party, I won't come. Not only because I have something to do beside parties, but also, because &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't want myself to be unaware of things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; happen outside of my lil world. I know sometimes too much parties make me tired, overwhelmed, or even get less sleep. And I need private time to spend outside this social life anyhow.. e.g. praying and family time and &lt;strong&gt;blogging&lt;/strong&gt;, hehehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here are the pictures of some parties I've ever been in. They are Homecoming dance, bithday party, costume party on Halloween, afs orientation, and the rest are just fun slumber parties. Check these out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157820598270400850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R5RCgb8ZmVI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tY8TEKaw3AA/s200/allie%27s+party2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;girls only.. girls rocking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R5Q46r8ZmUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/y2t5lZAn6kw/s1600-h/what+a+weekend!14.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R5Q4yL8ZmTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0Iexj5PM9Ro/s1600-h/what+a+weekend!25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157809908096801074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R5Q4yL8ZmTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0Iexj5PM9Ro/s200/what+a+weekend!25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;my fabulous birthday party&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R5Q3Wr8ZmNI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QC_ydpIPADo/s1600-h/what+a+weekend!7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157808336138770642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R5Q3Wr8ZmNI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QC_ydpIPADo/s200/what+a+weekend!7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Yeah..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;how low can you go...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R5Q2_L8ZmLI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Z2P32nHE2vc/s1600-h/what+a+weekend!17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157807932411844786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R5Q2_L8ZmLI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Z2P32nHE2vc/s200/what+a+weekend!17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;homecoming girls..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R5Q25L8ZmKI/AAAAAAAAAPI/g51ZQgO4BoM/s1600-h/what+a+weekend!24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157807829332629666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R5Q25L8ZmKI/AAAAAAAAAPI/g51ZQgO4BoM/s200/what+a+weekend!24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;sweet seventeen..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R5Q2oL8ZmJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/OU4DWGO37sI/s1600-h/what+a+weekend!10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157807537274853522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R5Q2oL8ZmJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/OU4DWGO37sI/s200/what+a+weekend!10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;ready to play twister..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R5Q2db8ZmII/AAAAAAAAAO4/_xKVIrkC440/s1600-h/what+a+weekend!11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157807352591259778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R5Q2db8ZmII/AAAAAAAAAO4/_xKVIrkC440/s200/what+a+weekend!11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Halloween slumber party&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R5Q1vL8ZmFI/AAAAAAAAAOg/zmVI-__Cj1E/s1600-h/what+a+weekend!32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157806558022309970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R5Q1vL8ZmFI/AAAAAAAAAOg/zmVI-__Cj1E/s200/what+a+weekend!32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;oh yeah Miles, i know how low you can go..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R5QrfL8ZmCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/oAjBj3CsqCE/s1600-h/PIC_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157795288028125218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R5QrfL8ZmCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/oAjBj3CsqCE/s200/PIC_0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;with my Japanese and Turkish friends..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*) Prolly some ppl have never heard about it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Grind-dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or grinding is like... a guy hugs a girl from her back, and they're holding hands, dancing together. Her butts on his bottom belly, grinds, like when you grind chili and spices with a grinder stone. That's why it's called "grinding". Most people do it while standing, some of them do it by laying on the floor. Actually I have the pictures of my friends grinding, but I know you can imagine it so I dont wanna show it here. Dont wanna pollute my blog, hehe :) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, my Thai fellas said that, grinding's just like having sex. And I agree with that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. That's why I don't even wanna try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause if I try it, It'll be even worse if I'll like it. Hehe :) I'm juz kidding...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that's all about it dudes ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-5009702635246150615?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5009702635246150615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=5009702635246150615&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/5009702635246150615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/5009702635246150615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2008/01/party.html' title='P.A.R.T.Y'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R5RCgb8ZmVI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tY8TEKaw3AA/s72-c/allie%27s+party2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-1997578803025274848</id><published>2008-01-18T04:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T04:55:01.814+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blogger Type :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type is Artistic and Passionate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/artistic.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see your blog as the ultimate personal expression - and work hard to make it great.&lt;br /&gt;One moment you may be working on a new dramatic design for your blog...&lt;br /&gt;And the next, you're passionately writing about your pet causes.&lt;br /&gt;Your blog is very important - and you're careful about who you share it with.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Blogging Personality?&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/31480619-1997578803025274848?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1997578803025274848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=1997578803025274848&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/1997578803025274848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/1997578803025274848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-blogger-type-p.html' title='My Blogger Type :P'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-1902758104241220350</id><published>2008-01-12T03:44:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:29:34.260+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YES'/><title type='text'>White Woman vs Black Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images-srv.leonardo.it/progettiweb/madkid/blog/Obama%20vs%20clinton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images-srv.leonardo.it/progettiweb/madkid/blog/Obama%20vs%20clinton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tadi, di kelasnya Mr. Cuda alias American History, anak-anak berdebat menyangkut Primary Election di Amerika Serikat. I was there, and... it's pretty fun. The topic was sort of trivial but interesting to me, about &lt;strong&gt;Hillary Clinton vs. Barack Obama&lt;/strong&gt; (dua-duanya kandidat presiden AS dari Partai Demokrat). Yang menarik adalah, keduanya sama -sama minoritas. Yang satu karena beliau wanita. Yang satu lagi karena beliau orang kulit hitam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tentu saja, untuk memilih satu dari keduanya, adalah pilihan yang nggak gampang. Belum pernah ada sejarah AS &lt;em&gt;dipresideni&lt;/em&gt; oleh selain Anglo-Saxon berjenis kelamin laki-laki. That's why, topik ini banyak menarik perhatian warga AS yang masih HOT. Duh, maksud saya topik yang hot ini banyak menarik perhatian warga AS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the very beginning, sebagian besar murid yang berpendapat, banyak mempermasalahkan "kewanitaan" Clinton sebagai presiden. Pertama, seorang murid cowok bilang bahwa dengan berpresiden seorang wanita, Amerika nggak akan dianggep oleh negara-negara muslim Timur Tengah dalam segala diplomasinya, karena Timur Tengah atau Al Qaeda, Taliban dan sejenisnya mendiskriminasi dan menganggap rendah para wanita. Lihat aja contohnya, Benazir Bhutto ditembak sama teroris gara-gara nekat nyalonin diri jadi presiden Pakistan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;D'oh.. ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Setelah itu, ada murid cewek yang bilang begini....&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;: Tanpa ada maksud mau mendiskriminasi kemampuan wanita sebagai presiden, menurut saya laki-laki lebih patut dijadikan presiden karena secara lahiriah, wanita dilahirkan lebih emosional dibandingkan laki-laki. Dengan sekian banyak perang, hubungan diplomasi, serta perekonomian AS yang jadi standar dunia, saya rasa Clinton akan sangat kesulitan menanggung beban sebagai pemimpin negara AS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, kedua pendapat itulah yang paling make sense dibandingkan pendapat-pendapat lain, jadi masih terekam di otakku sampai sekarang. Kalau ditanya setuju nggak aku dengan kedua pendapat teman-temanku tadi, I'll say.... yes and no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see. Menanggapi komentar temen cowokku yang tadi nyangkut-nyangkutin negara muslim Middle East, aku jadi teringat sesuatu. Indonesia kan negara dengan jumlah populasi Muslim tertinggi di dunia. Total penduduknya &gt;220 juta jiwa, dan &gt;80% nya adalah Muslim. Despite the huge number of Muslim population, gitu-gitu, Indonesia masih banyak yang milih Bu Megawati pada Pemilu 2001 lalu. Itu artinya, nggak bener dong stereotipe yang nyebutin bahwa Islam atau negara-negara Timur Tengah merendahkan kemampuan wanita. Contoh lainnya, almarhumah Benazir Bhutto yang pada akhirnya tertembak juga, kan udah hebat tuh jadi PM Pakistan dan didukung sama banyak rakyatnya yang Muslim. Emang ada sebagian orang Muslim yang berpendapat bahwa wanita nggak pantes jadi presiden. Orang-orang itu sama saja dengan teman cewekku tadi yang bilang bahwa wanita secara lahiriah nggak diberi kemampuan sebanyak laki-laki untuk jadi presiden. In the other words, nggak cuma Muslim aja yang nggak setuju kalo wanita jadi presiden. Sebagian non Muslim juga berpikir begitu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Di satu sisi, aku percaya kalau seorang wanita bisa jadi Presiden. Kayak Bu Mega. Yah, walaupun beliau bukanlah presiden favoritku, tapi seenggaknya beliau bisa survive dan bisa ngejalanin pemerintahan Indonesia sampai tahun 2004. At least, she didn't create any harm to Indonesia. Itu juga udah lumayan bisa dibilang prestasi kok, untuk ukuran seseorang yang ngga pernah kesampaian ngelulusin kuliahnya kayak beliau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Di sisi lain, Clinton sendiri adalah orang yang amat sangat diharapkan bisa mempertanggungjawabkan resolusi-resolusi AS selanjutnya, bahkan dalam soal perang Irak. Hal ini dikarenakan, beliaulah yang paling gembor kampanye, bahkan melebihi Obama. Mengingat beliaulah orang yang ada di samping Bill Clinton selama Bill menjabat sebagai presiden, sehingga menurutnya "I know what I'm gonna do", ketimbang kandidat-kandidat lainnya saat ini. Beliau sangat emosional dan agresif dalam berkampanye. And I still remember her words, ketika ada seseorang yang bertanya padanya, "Bagaimana kalau rakyat AS lebih memilih Obama ketimbang anda, karena anda seorang wanita?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan beliau pun menjawab, &lt;strong&gt;sambil menangis, &lt;/strong&gt;bahwa beliau heran mengapa rakyat AS memilih selain dirinya, padahal rakyat AS &lt;strong&gt;butuh&lt;/strong&gt; beliau. Tangis ini terulang ketika beliau memenangkan Primary Election awal minggu ini di salah satu state. Sorry I forgot where it was. But yeah... gara-gara metode kampanyenya inilah, banyak warga AS yang bersimpati padanya. I believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically aku nggak mempermasalahkan gender. And I don't care who will become the president, male, female, black, white, whatsoever, as long as this one is the best of all candidates. Andai saja kita bisa menciptakan dunia lain untuk tempat uji coba para kandidat sebagai presiden. Sayangnya, satu-satunya tempat uji coba mereka adalah di dunia nyata. Penuh resiko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, seandainya aku harus memilih antara Clinton &amp;amp; Obama,&lt;strong&gt; who am I gonna choose?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.. well. First, after all I've been telling things about Clinton, I don't want to underestimate her as a woman or something else, but I still prefer Obama to her. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, USA is a very big, and powerful country, both in military and diplomatic influence. I think it needs somebody who can show its "tiger teeth" to other countries. I'm not saying that Clinton can't do this, but we have to see the reality that so many people in the world, no matter they are muslim or not, have different perspective of woman as a president, than what we expect them to have. Ini bukan masalah Clinton bisa atau nggak jadi presiden, tapi masalah bagaimana nanti dunia luar merespons Amerika Serikat dan presidennya. Clinton dan rakyat AS kan nggak bisa mengubah hati para penduduk planet ini untuk seluruhnya berpikiran sama terhadap presiden wanita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other reason is, I don't like the thought of a dynasty (Clintons or Bushes in the White House for decades lately). Belajar dari kampanyenya Bu Mega, yang juga ngga jauh beda dengan kampanyenya Clinton. Pada waktu itu, Bu Mega juga bilang, beliau tahu apa yang harus ia lakukan, karena beliau melihat secara langsung ayahandanya, Ir. Soekarno. Nah, kalau Hillary Clinton juga merasa pede karena beliau melihat Bill Clinton secara langsung, aku nggak mau terlalu berharap banyak dengan hasil nyata dari omongannya ini. Selain itu, masih ingat kan Bill Clinton pernah punya affair dengan wanita lain pas beliau lagi jadi presiden? Yes, i know, in principle it's their private business, but there's little for me to worry about her character, because she already had messy affair even in her own small family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My view on whether Obama would make the best candidate is subject to change. Tentu saja aku nggak mau dibilang udah jadi korban kampanyenya Obama, yang berulang-ulang menyebutkan kata "CHANGE" dalam pidato kampanyenya. But I think, his background is great, the time of his early childhood in Indonesia, the time with his white and Muslim grandparents, the time with the black church in the US, all that should help him in promoting world understanding and peace. It's time that the Muslim world (whatever they call it is real or imagined failings) has somebody to talk to that can understand their anxieties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's just my thought though. No matter what happen, happens. I pray for USA to have a better reputation and no more wars. That's all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-1902758104241220350?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1902758104241220350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=1902758104241220350&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/1902758104241220350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/1902758104241220350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2008/01/white-woman-vs-black-man.html' title='White Woman vs Black Man'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-1841819502577611931</id><published>2007-12-31T12:06:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T17:06:42.211+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>What is the point of being good?</title><content type='html'>What is it to be good?&lt;br /&gt;helping the needy, or use them to help your reputation&lt;br /&gt;listen to what your kids say, or buy them lots of hi tech digital devices to show your affection&lt;br /&gt;being spiritually modest, or make yourself seem to be religious to endorse yourself in a political campaign&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, or to bare all facts&lt;br /&gt;to hide some facts, or to lie&lt;br /&gt;to go out with somebody you love, or to create a backstreet relationship so people won't look you down&lt;br /&gt;to say "I hate you", or to say nothing so that people will consider you as their friend&lt;br /&gt;to walk home with your sister in the rain, or to take your boss' offer for a ride to show your courtesy&lt;br /&gt;to own a gun, or to own a gun&lt;br /&gt;to protest something in a peaceful manner, or to eradicate an evil system by rioting and bombing&lt;br /&gt;to let ourselves be what we are, or to be like what we want to seem&lt;br /&gt;to be Jewish, Christian, or Muslim&lt;br /&gt;to have a fair, or dark skin&lt;br /&gt;to be &lt;em&gt;petite&lt;/em&gt; or to be overweight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the point of being good?&lt;br /&gt;If we cannot distinguish between "good" and "looks good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visage of life is incensing, arousing. Paragons.&lt;br /&gt;for those who ensnared in Mr. Bush's boisterous discourse,&lt;br /&gt;and those who think that it is as sacred as Martin Luther King Jr.'s.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why people lead the world to infirmity. Indignity.&lt;br /&gt;Misuse their discretion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kill the Jewish!", "Muslims are terrorists!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear protests and censure of sober people everywhere&lt;br /&gt;But their words are just nothing more worthy than a non-appetizing door-to-door solicitation&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why they call &lt;em&gt;anexatie&lt;/em&gt; as citadel. God's will.&lt;br /&gt;Where in fact, these are tumults to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, give me your slingshot and I'll chase this nightmare away&lt;br /&gt;It disrupts my disposition every nightfall&lt;br /&gt;Like blaring horns and clanking gongs&lt;br /&gt;It makes my eyes gleam. My heart thumps&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of it. So exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;And I always wish expectantly that the sunlight will slant into the world soon&lt;br /&gt;to make the wall between what is good and what is not good crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;and to show the world that being "good" and "seems good" are different things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means, men, are not necessarily what they seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-1841819502577611931?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1841819502577611931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=1841819502577611931&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/1841819502577611931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/1841819502577611931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-is-point-of-being-good.html' title='What is the point of being good?'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-5529202134725538031</id><published>2007-12-27T09:26:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T17:05:08.935+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>Leon dan keluguannya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R3M3JL8Zl-I/AAAAAAAAANg/6wC9J00Ila0/s1600-h/leon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148519429979084770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R3M3JL8Zl-I/AAAAAAAAANg/6wC9J00Ila0/s200/leon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku punya adik laki-laki, namanya Leon. Umurnya 12 tahun, dan dia sangat cerdas. Saking banyak tahu dan cerdasnya, kadang aku lupa kalau dia masih 12 tahun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu hari, kami sekeluarga lagi di mobil, menuju sebuah Mexican restaurant. Kami janjian ketemu kakek nenek di sana. Mom yang lagi nyupir, kebingungan nyari restorannya. Soalnya alamat yang dikasih sama kakek untuk menuju ke restoran tersebut, kurang lengkap. Akhirnya kami muter-muter di jalan yang sama, sambil merhatiin setiap nama restoran yang kami lewati. Siapa tahu belum kelewat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus aku tanya Mom.&lt;br /&gt;-"Mom, why don't you ask direction from somebody?"&lt;br /&gt;-Mom bilang, "Ooh, that's not a good idea,"&lt;br /&gt;-"Why? I often ask people whenever I get lost,"&lt;br /&gt;-"Because--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba Leon memotong pembicaraan Mom.&lt;br /&gt;-"Kartika....," panggil Leon dengan nada yg sama setiap kali dia memulai penjelasan ilimiahnya ke orang-orang.&lt;br /&gt;-"Yes, Leon?" jawabku, dengan nada siap diceramahi.&lt;br /&gt;-"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OUR COUNTRY, HAS A HUGE TERRORISM ISSUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba, Mom.....&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; yang gantian motong pembicaraan Leon.&lt;br /&gt;-"LEOOON," kata Mom, "ohh... that doesn't make sense at all,"&lt;br /&gt;-"Yes! what are you saying, Leon?!" Rebecca juga ikut2an.&lt;br /&gt;-"BUT,..!!" Leon mencoba untuk melanjutkan penjelasannya.&lt;br /&gt;-"That doesn't make any sense," kata Mom.&lt;br /&gt;-"Yeah, I mean we're talking about asking direction on the street and why did you talk about that?!" kata Rebecca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Alright, Leon. Alright," aku mencoba menenangkan Leon yang sakit ati ditolak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa menit kemudian, Rebecca ketawa kecil2. Trus ditahan2.&lt;br /&gt;Tiba2, aku juga pengen ketawa. Terus aku tanya, "what are you laughing at, Rebecca?"&lt;br /&gt;Tapi dia malah terus ketawa. Kali ini ga bisa ditahan.&lt;br /&gt;Aku juga jadi gabisa nahan ketawa. "I guess I know what you're laughing at...." kataku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya kami pun alhamdulillah sampai juga di restoran itu. Aku dan Rebecca, masih ketawa sampai masuk ke restoran. Sampai sakit perut. Mentertawakan keluguan Leon yg menghubung2kan &lt;strong&gt;'asking direction when we get lost'&lt;/strong&gt; dengan &lt;strong&gt;'terrorism'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148513395550033874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R3Mxp78Zl9I/AAAAAAAAANY/wEoMHSWllDw/s200/100_0499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-5529202134725538031?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5529202134725538031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=5529202134725538031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/5529202134725538031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/5529202134725538031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/12/leon-dan-keluguannya.html' title='Leon dan keluguannya'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R3M3JL8Zl-I/AAAAAAAAANg/6wC9J00Ila0/s72-c/leon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-3750289852231737129</id><published>2007-12-24T23:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T12:43:29.490+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>Pisang Goreng pertamaku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.notinmylocalshop.com/pics/recipes/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.notinmylocalshop.com/pics/recipes/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Semingggu sebelum Natal, Mom udah mulai sibuk bikin kue-kue. Duh, jadi inget kue lebaran. Nah, terinspirasi Mom yang suka bikin kue enak-enak, aku ngusulin Mom untuk bikin juga kue Indonesia. Langsung kutelusuri aja resep-resep kue Indonesia di internet, eh... nggak sengaja nemu resep pisang goreng alias "fried plantain". Karena keliatannya enak banget tuh dimakan anget-anget pas lagi turun salju begini, yaudah deh, aku memutuskan untuk bikin pisang goreng aja. He :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kami makan pisang gorengnya buat penutup lunch. Rebecca said, "the lunch is good but the plantain is awesome!" Dalam hatiku, "YES!!" hehe. Walaupun agak aneh juga rasanya soalnya dia memutuskan untuk makan pisang gorengnya pakai saus tomat. Berasa makan french fries kali ya. Trus, Bruce juga minta nambah. Karena aku cuma bikin 8 pieces, aku kasih aja bagianku buat dia. Alhamdulillah, akhirnya, setelah kegagalan Gado-Gado, akhirnya yang ini berhasil juga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-3750289852231737129?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3750289852231737129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=3750289852231737129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/3750289852231737129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/3750289852231737129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/12/pisang-goreng-pertamaku.html' title='Pisang Goreng pertamaku'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-4067894379238235000</id><published>2007-12-11T10:08:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T16:58:14.628+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YES'/><title type='text'>He and I were...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R8W_he6Pq5I/AAAAAAAAAUU/YRJJGWg11i4/s1600-h/snow.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171750329058831250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R8W_he6Pq5I/AAAAAAAAAUU/YRJJGWg11i4/s200/snow.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I....&lt;br /&gt;went to a fancy restaurant for a very formal, exclusive lunch&lt;br /&gt;I dressed up for this, with a gorgeous kebaya that my mom wore for her wedding&lt;br /&gt;I put my nerdy glasses off my face, and I applied a bit "colors" on it, for this was a special day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he...&lt;br /&gt;asked me to go around with him, to talk with people, before we started to eat&lt;br /&gt;his blue eyes looked sharply at mine when I talked&lt;br /&gt;he said he liked my cosmetics in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;he said there is a scratch of pink lipstick on my upper teeth&lt;br /&gt;he said he couldn't wait to eat the appetizer, a bowl of French onion soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I...&lt;br /&gt;ate the lunch in the same table with him, with other students&lt;br /&gt;I told my friends that in Indonesia, you can eat with your hands&lt;br /&gt;"like this," I said, when I was showing them putting a boiled carrot on my mouth with my hand&lt;br /&gt;"hehehehe," I giggled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaked his head, and said, "Kartika, but now you're not in Indonesia,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we finished the lunch.&lt;br /&gt;we talked about our home countries, with other exchange students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he...&lt;br /&gt;said, "I wanna go to Indonesia to visit you someday,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said, "No! You should go to Bali, don't go to Jakarta, there are only skyscrapers, buildings... not many beautiful places you can see there,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said, "but I wanna visit your place! I wanna visit your family..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said, "Go to Bali, and my family will be there when you are there,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we just laughed, for it was only silly talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we...&lt;br /&gt;went to Carol's house with the other students&lt;br /&gt;after we were fulled of those feast foods&lt;br /&gt;an we planned to cook some cupcakes and brownies to sell, for tomorrow's fund-raising sale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in Carol's house already, when we figured out that..&lt;br /&gt;There were three cake mix's, each should be done by a group of two people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ...&lt;br /&gt;asked my friends, "who wants to be my partner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he...&lt;br /&gt;shouted, "Kartika...! Kartika....! Me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said, "Ok, you're my partner now.. we're gonna make a very delicious cake ever,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he started to work. His face was so serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I thought, &lt;em&gt;"Hihihi... he's still the most stubborn guy ever. Not only in physics class, but also in cooking. He didn't even let me help him too much. He barely asked me what next step to do. Instead of that, he read the cooking directions by himself.... Oh well.. I guess this stubborn German guy will not ever be a perfect match for me to work in a team,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally our cupcakes has mixed perfectly. We put it in the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were waiting...&lt;br /&gt;He went to the living room&lt;br /&gt;he played the piano pretty well&lt;br /&gt;not long after that, he's done, he left it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the piano,&lt;br /&gt;playing "Bunda", the only song I can play pretty well&lt;br /&gt;But still, it sounded more beautiful than his'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he came, listened to it, and he looked like enjoyed it&lt;br /&gt;He said, "hey, Kartika, play an Indonesian national anthem,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said, "I can't,"&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit annoyed because he disrupted my consentration&lt;br /&gt;I said, "go away, I wanna play my song,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said, "No! Try first,"&lt;br /&gt;He started to play the piano with me and make his own Indonesian national anthem&lt;br /&gt;He sang, "Ooo my Indonesiaaa, the people are sooo cool.. Nanana"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I laughed, and I just decided to continue to play duet with him&lt;br /&gt;We made this kind of techno beat, a very fast one&lt;br /&gt;and he kept singing those silly lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he stopped.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Oh, Kartika, you know what? You've ever told me you want to play guitar. You should ask Carol if you want to borrow a guitar, because she knows everybody, perhaps she can get you one for free from somebody,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I...&lt;br /&gt;was surprised that he remembered I told him about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we...&lt;br /&gt;went to the couch where the other people talked&lt;br /&gt;we discussed about U.S. and its political life nowadays&lt;br /&gt;and related it with other countries, and religions, obviously&lt;br /&gt;I was becoming so critical, that I almost be the only person who asked questions&lt;br /&gt;You know, this was my excitement point to talk about......yeah, "Politics"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so was it for him&lt;br /&gt;It always is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I...&lt;br /&gt;caught his eyes starring at me a couple times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was starting to feel awkward&lt;br /&gt;but I remember, he's my friend&lt;br /&gt;my silly one, my stubborn one, my sarcastic one&lt;br /&gt;my brainy rival in english, physics, and US history class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then our cakes have done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wrapped it and collected it and prepared it to sell tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;and ate it some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we....&lt;br /&gt;went home, after all done&lt;br /&gt;It was Carol, who drove the students home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I arrived&lt;br /&gt;I thanked Carol for dropping me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the car, he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are so beautiful today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you tomorrow in the Mr. Harley's class"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-4067894379238235000?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4067894379238235000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=4067894379238235000&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/4067894379238235000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/4067894379238235000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/12/he-and-i-were.html' title='He and I were...'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R8W_he6Pq5I/AAAAAAAAAUU/YRJJGWg11i4/s72-c/snow.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-5331373641017998560</id><published>2007-12-07T04:59:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T17:03:04.805+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><title type='text'>Boiler meledak, sekolahku pun diliburkan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R1hzzh4JSJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/DiAE8GHtMTk/s1600-h/100_1231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140986303747803282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R1hzzh4JSJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/DiAE8GHtMTk/s200/100_1231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R1hzOh4JSII/AAAAAAAAANI/7g3S6itQE_s/s1600-h/100_1227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140985668092643458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R1hzOh4JSII/AAAAAAAAANI/7g3S6itQE_s/s200/100_1227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R1hy5R4JSHI/AAAAAAAAANA/-81-JjzUQbA/s1600-h/100_1230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140985303020423282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R1hy5R4JSHI/AAAAAAAAANA/-81-JjzUQbA/s200/100_1230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R1hySR4JSFI/AAAAAAAAAMw/yVltDK8qfps/s1600-h/100_1226.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R1hyBx4JSEI/AAAAAAAAAMo/R7GnFr52zX4/s1600-h/100_1224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140984349537683522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R1hyBx4JSEI/AAAAAAAAAMo/R7GnFr52zX4/s200/100_1224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R1hxQx4JSCI/AAAAAAAAAMY/EejgerEUR5A/s1600-h/100_1232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140983507724093474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R1hxQx4JSCI/AAAAAAAAAMY/EejgerEUR5A/s200/100_1232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R1hxyx4JSDI/AAAAAAAAAMg/VUYg3GEg_7o/s1600-h/100_1229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140984091839645746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R1hxyx4JSDI/AAAAAAAAAMg/VUYg3GEg_7o/s200/100_1229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R1hxAB4JSBI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nibKjeAjRV4/s1600-h/100_1235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140983219961284626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R1hxAB4JSBI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nibKjeAjRV4/s200/100_1235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R1hypx4JSGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/YWxQBCTWDiU/s1600-h/100_1225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140985036732450914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R1hypx4JSGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/YWxQBCTWDiU/s200/100_1225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R1hypx4JSGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/YWxQBCTWDiU/s1600-h/100_1225.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nasib.. nasib.. Gara-gara boiler/heater di basement sekolah meledak, pagi tadi jam 9an, listrik jadi padam. Alhasil murid2 dan guru2 harus keluar gedung sekolah, pas alarm emergensi berbunyi, tanpa sempat nyelamatin tas dan barang2 lainnya. Selama hampir satu jam, kami mesti berdiri di luar sekolah, tanpa coat, sarung tangan, topi, di dinginnya pagi yang mencapai -3 derajat Celcius. Banyak anak2 yg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; keliatan sengsara. Ya eyalah, duinginnya kayak gitu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Akhirnya, kami dipulangin deh. Ha Ha Ha..... (akhirnya... day off juga). Alhamdulillah di kejadian ini nggak ada yg terluka, kecuali seorang petugas yg mbetulin boilernya, yg langsung dilarikan ke rumah sakit. Semoga beliau baek2 saja ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Karena rumah hostfamku nggak jauh dari sekolah, beberapa teman ikut "nganget" di sini, sambil nunggu mereka dijemput sama orangtuanya jam 3 sore. Dan..... semua orang langsung pada kecapekan setelah berjuang nahan dingin. Ada yg tidur, ada yg nonton DVD, ada yg maen Harry Potter Scene, sampai akhirnya kami mesen 3 largest PapaJohn pizza buat kami bertujuh karena udah kelaperan. Hehehe... enaknya kalo hidup tiap hari begini...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Denger2, sampai detik ini, sekolah belom bisa mbenerin boilernya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Terus salah satu guru fisika di sekolahku, Mr Scanlon, tadi nelfon untuk ngajak aku jalan2 ke Pittsburgh brg keluarganya besok. Di akhir telefonnya, beliau bilang, "I hope there will be no school tomorrow. I like being at home."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hehehe. Ternyata murid dan guru punya visi yang sama. we love day off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*eniwei, foto2 di atas aku ambil setelah kami akhirnya sampai juga di rumah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-5331373641017998560?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5331373641017998560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=5331373641017998560&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/5331373641017998560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/5331373641017998560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/12/boiler-meledak-sekolahku-pun-diliburkan.html' title='Boiler meledak, sekolahku pun diliburkan'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R1hzzh4JSJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/DiAE8GHtMTk/s72-c/100_1231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-8818421696594453175</id><published>2007-12-06T12:34:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T16:59:41.054+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jalan-jalan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><title type='text'>Hanukkah tahun ini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.history.com/minisites/hanukkah/images/hanukkah_home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.history.com/minisites/hanukkah/images/hanukkah_home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hanukkah tahun ini nggak seperti tahun2 sebelumnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya eyalah, secara dulu aku belom tahu, apa cerita di balik Hanukkah. Aku bahkan belom nyadar bener kalo itu hari rayanya umat Yahudi. Hehehe. Aduh. Jadi malu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kemaren malem, adalah malam pertama Hanukkah tahun ini. Habis makan malam bersama (as always), keluargaku menyalakan lilin pertama. Sambil menyalakan lilin, mereka menyanyikan doa dalam bahasa Hebrew/Israel. Walaupun mom adalah seorang Katolik, tapi beliau ikut menyemarakkan hari besar agamanya dad. Aduh jadi terharu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan malem ini adalah malem kedua. Lilin kedua pun dinyalakan. Ritual nyanyi yg kayak kemarin, diterapkan lagi. Besok juga rencananya. Sampai hari ke sepuluh. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oiya. Aku juga dapet kado Hanukkah lho. Satu batang coklat, dan satu bungkus coklat koin. Hehehe. Walau coklat lagi... coklat lagi..., yg penting dapet pengalamannya ngerayain Hanukkah bersama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum ini, aku juga udah sempet ngerayain Yom Kippur dan Rosh Hashanah sama keluarga di sini.&lt;br /&gt;(info: http://www.jewishencyclopedia.com/) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.pldi.net/users/chapel/hanukkah_menorah_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan karena ....&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;populasi umat Yahudi di Amerika lumayan lebih banyak dari yang di Indonesia, dan karena kebetulan di Shaker Hts lumayan banyak, jadi nggak sulit nyari orang Yahudi di sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak temen2ku yg Yahudi. Beberapa lumayan deket sama aku.&lt;br /&gt;Di sekolah tadi, banyak yg saling mengucapkan, "Happy Hanukka!" Terus, di sana-sini, banyak orang bertanya, "What is your Hanukka present?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan yg lebih "gila" lagi... I, once, got crushed on a Jewish guy, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;(Aduh tijo...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nggak kok udah nggak lagi... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya begitulah nikmatnya hidup damai dalam perbedaan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meskipun jauh di lubuk hati, rasanya ironis banget aku harus toleran begini, tapi....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terima kasih Allah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-8818421696594453175?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8818421696594453175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=8818421696594453175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/8818421696594453175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/8818421696594453175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/12/hanukkah-tahun-ini.html' title='Hanukkah tahun ini'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-4316660000826285173</id><published>2007-11-29T09:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T12:45:15.668+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jalan-jalan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YES'/><title type='text'>3 bulan, 3 minggu, 3 hari</title><content type='html'>Aku nggak nyangka, sudah selama itu aku tinggal di sini. Aku juga nggak nyangka, ternyata, dalam kurun waktu itu, hidupku sudah banyak berubah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku masih ingat betul bagaimana aku waktu pertama kali datang ke Amerika Serikat. Senengnya nggak ketulungan. Minggu pertama di Washington DC dan Cleveland, rasanya kayak piknik ke luar negeri. Semuanya beda, tapi aku sangat excited. Mulai dari kaget karena semua WC di AS, cuma nyediain toilet paper, tanpa air, buat istinja. Terus, makanan2nya, yang kebanyakan manis2, atau malah terlalu tawar. Cuacanya, yang puanasnya bukan main, karena waktu itu masih summer. Dan orang2nya, yang kalau setiap ketemuan atau papasan selalu ngucapin "Hi/hello, how are you?". Aku jadi ngebayangin kalo ditranslate ke bahasa Indonesia kan jadi "Halo, apa kabar?". Euh,, awkward bangeeet. Coba deh misalnya aku ketemu Aachan pagi2 di sekolah, terus aku sapa, "Mlekom Chan, apa kabar?" Hihihi... "Mlekom Nde, apa kabar?"... "Kalo lo Sen, apa kabar?" Huahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oiya, aku baru tahu informasi ttg calon host parentsku, setelah aku tiba di Washington DC. Dan aku baru tahu juga, kalo host dad-ku adalah seorang Yahudi, dan host mom-ku Katolik. Pas pertama kali denger ttg itu, hatiku gundah gulana. YAHUDI?? Dad-ku?? no way. Dari dulu, aku paling anti sama Yahudi, karena sudah mendukung Israel ngusir orang2 Palestine. Tapi kenapa Allah menakdirkan aku tinggal serumah dengan seorang Yahudi? Aku bersedia dan sudah siap menerima perbedaan apapun di sini, baik makanan, iklim, bahasa, sampai adat istiadat. Tapi mengapa aku mesti tinggal sama seorang Yahudi?? Hal ini, hmm.. mungkin Allah punya rencana lain di baliknya.. pikirku. who knows? Aku hanya bisa pasrah dan berdoa semoga agama dan kepercayaan bukanlah masalah besar. Tapi tetep aja, aku masih mengkhawatirkan perbedaan yg signifikan itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku masih ingat bagaimana hari2 pertamaku sekolah--bener2 nggak punya temen sama sekali. Waktu itu, rasanya hidup sengsara banget. Yang biasanya kalo ke sekolah banyak nyapa dan disapa temen2, eh pas di sini aku ngerasa nggak dianggep. Yang biasanya ada temen2 yg bisa diajak curhat dan ditelfon kapan pun, eh pas di sini boro2 curhat.. Banyak anak2 di sini yg nggak begitu care sama anak baru.. padahal, aku ngebayangin, kalo ada exchange student yg dateng ke SMANSA, pasti anak2 smansa pada excited dan mau kenalan sama dia deh. Tapi di sini, itu hanyalah angan2 belaka. Kalau nggak ada Rebecca, host sister-ku, yang bantuin aku ngenalin ke temen2nya, mungkin aku harus berjuang lebih keras utk mengenal dan dikenal temen2 di sini. Itulah mengapa aku merasa berhutang budi sama Rebecca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biasanya, setiap jam istirahat di SMANSA, aku jajan sama Aachan, Nde, atau Senji. Kadang dengan temen2 yg lain. Trus kita ngumpul di kelas, sambil makan, sambil ngobrol, sambil ketawa-ketiwi. Eh.. pas di sini, minggu pertama, aku selalu makan siang dan ngobrol hanya sama Peter, exchange student dari Jerman. Kadang2 kita nimbrung sama anak2 lain sih. Tapi ujung2nya, obrolan kita ga nyambung, soalnya mereka asik sendiri, sedangkan aku dan Peter nggak tahu apa2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di rumah, aku punya 3 host siblings. Selain Rebecca, aku punya adik cowok namanya Leon, dan kakak cowok namanya Bruce. Rebecca duduk di kelas 10, dan satu high school sama aku. Leon masih kelas 7, dan Bruce sudah kuliah--ini tahun pertamanya. Waktu hari2 pertama aku tinggal di sini, semua orang kelihatan bahagia. Aku senang walaupun kedua host parentsku bekerja, tapi komunikasi antar anggota keluarga tetap dianggap penting. Keluargaku juga suka jalan2. Kadang Dad beliin kami tiket per seat $50, hanya untuk beli tiket Indians baseball game. Indians adalah salah satu tim baseball terbaik di AS, dan kebetulan dari Cleveland, tempat kami tinggal, jadi kami sangat mendukung Indians, terutama para kaum Adam di rumah. Kami juga kadang nonton football game di stadion. Kadang Mom ngajak aku, Rebecca, dan Leon untuk nonton ke bioskop. Kadang juga ke tempat ice cream. Dan hampir setiap minggu kami makan ke restoran yang lumayan fancy. Dad juga kadang ngajak kami sekeluarga ke konser musik Yahudi (untuk yang ini, udah beberapa kali aku diajak, tapi hanya sekali aku mau). I guess, deep in his heart, Dad tahu kalo aku agak2 nggak suka orang Yahudi. Makanya, Dad, dan aku, nggak pernah nyebut2 Israel dan Palestine. Karena mungkin kami berpikiran sama. Bisa2 diskusi ttg kasus ini bisa sedikit banyak mengganggu hubungan kami. But anyway, aku tahu kalau keluarga ini adalah keluarga yang bahagia, dan aku sangat bahagia juga punya keluarga yang sangat mendukung. 3 agama Ibrahim yang ada, membuatku kami bangga bisa hidup damai dalam satu atap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya saja, setelah berminggu2 dan berbulan2 aku tinggal bersama mereka, aku kadang melihat pertengkaran, cek cok karena masalah2 kecil atau besar. Tapi aku sangat bingung, kenapa masalah kecil di sini bisa dianggap besar, dan terlalu diperdebatkan?? Dari sini aku teringat, layaknya aku dan adek2ku yang suka berantem gara2 soal pembagian makanan. Gara2 salah satu adekku makan bagian yg lebih besar misalnya, aku jadi emosi dan bilang kalau dia egois sekali. Dan tentu saja, adekku itu bakal mbales omonganku itu, dengan kalimat2 yang sama pahitnya. Terus..dan terus bertengkarlah kami, sampai salah satu di antara kami memutuskan untuk mengalah. Itu hanya gara2 soal secuil makanan. Begitu juga masalah2 di host familyku. Dari yg kecil, bisa jadi besar. Tangis meluap2..bentakan2..sudah bukan hal baru. Sama halnya seperti keluarga normal yang lain. Aku jadi berkaca, ternyata seperti inilah wajah keluarga yg sedang bermasalah. Merasa masih menjadi pihak objektif, aku bisa ngelihat semuanya dengan jelas, dan aku jadi merasa malu setiap kali aku ingat berbagai problem yg pernah dipermasalahkan di keluarga kandungku. I know it's normal, but... in my opinion, nggak semua masalah yg keliatan besar itu, pantas untuk dipermasalahkan.&lt;br /&gt;Uh, well, c'est la vie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, keikutsertaanku di berbagai club akhirnya sangat membantuku untuk nggak sekedar dikenal, tapi juga dianggap keberadaannya oleh temen2. Terutama di marching band, yg anggotanya sekitar hampir 300an siswa/i, dan hasilnya banyak anak marching band yg at least udah tahu namaku. Sebagian dari mereka kini jadi temen hang-outku. Kami biasanya nonton ke bioskop, ke coffee shop, atau main ke rumah temen, ataupun party2 buat Halloween, bowling, dan makan2. Btw, di marching band ini juga, untuk pertama kalinya, aku nyentuh sekaligus main clarinet--alat musik dari kayu jenis apaaa gitu (yg katanya cm ada di afrika) dgn nada dasar B flat = do. Awalnya aku mau masuk ke percussion section, karena walaupun amatiran, aku naluriya adalah seorang drummer. Tapi karena tim percussion udah kepenuhan orang (saking favoritnya), makanya aku dapet di non-percussion. Dan kenapa milih clarinet? Hmmh... sebenernya aku juga nggak niat belajar clarinet. Aku maunya saxophone, karena aku suka sama Dave Koz &amp;amp; Kenny G. Tapi karena Dad punya cadangan clarinet di rumah, yg ngga kepake, aku jadi bisa pake clarinet itu, dan ngga mesti beli ataupun nyewa alat musik lain. Dad pun sangat baik. Beliau rela mbayar $25 per 1/2 jam pertemuan utk guru clarinet privat buatku. Aku pun jadi bersemangat untuk terus belajar clarinet karenanya. Aku ngggak mau menyia2kan kebaikan Dad. Dan kini, setelah musim marching band selesai, aku masih melanjutkan kiprahku di dunia musik di Symphonic Band. Salah satu alasannya, karena aku mau membahagiakan Dadku =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain Band, aku juga senang ikut klub-klub lainnya. Seperti debate club, Youth Ending Hunger, dan yg terakhir.. SGORR (Students Groups on Race Relations). Klub ini sangat terkenal di sekolah, dan mengkampanyekan anti-rasisme. Semua anggotanya harus melewati tahap2 seleksi dulu, karena setelah menjadi anggota, mereka harus belajar ttg anti rasisme, dan menyampaikannya ke siswa/i di elementary schools. Aku masih inget kenapa tiba2 aku memutuskan utk masuk SGORR. Kalau bukan karena Ben, tmn sekelasku di US History, yg nyaranin aku utk masuk SGORR karena aku muslim (minoritas), dan satu2nya yg berjilbab di sekolah, mungkin aku nggak akan pernah jd anggota SGORR. Aku patut berterima kasih sama dia, karena setelah masuk SGORR, menjadi BEDA, bukanlah beban lagi buatku. Dulu, aku masih agak2 ragu jika temen2 nggak mau menerimaku karena aku adalah muslim, yg banyak org menginterpretasikan aku sbg muslim konservatif dan strict (dari penampilanku yg berjilbab). Aku masih nggak merasa nyaman dengan prejudice dan stereotype yg menempel pada Islam, dan pada diriku. Tapi, setelah banyak bergaul dengan anak2 SGORR, aku jadi ngerasa ngga perlu takut lagi sama stereotype. Malah aku yg harus meluruskan stereotype itu, dan ikut memberi pemahaman yg benar kpd orang2. Di SGORR, banyak juga black people, yg memperjuangkan stigma yg ada pada mereka. As we know, org2 black di AS banyak dicibir soalnya banyak criminals yg black, atau karena masalah sejarah black people yg dulunya budak2 di sini. Dari SGORR, aku belajar makna kepercayaan, dan dukungan. Aku belajar utk tidak buta dgn stereotype, prejudice, apalagi mendiskriminasi orang2. Dari SGORR, aku belajar untuk lebih percaya diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah 3 bulan, 3 minggu, 3 hari aku bersekolah, alhamdulillah aku mendapat lumayan banyak teman. Teman di sini bisa berarti teman dekat, yg udah bisa peluk2an sama mereka (kecuali sama cowok loh..), teman hang-out/parties, teman sekelas yg biasa ngomongin pelajaran sama mereka, teman2 sesama exchange students, dan teman2 yg deketnya kalo cuma di internet/chatting aja. Hehehe. Oiya, sekarang aku sudah punya temen2 tetap loh.. untuk makan siang. Instead of having meals with Peter, sekarang aku makan siang selalu sama Jonathan, another exchange student dari Colombia. Bersama kami, ada sekitar 10 temen2 yg lain. Ariel, Daniel, Emma, Cathy, Andrea, Rebecca (bukan host sisterku), Marita, Alex, Blythe, sama satu lagi cewek yg oops... i keep forgetting her name. Hehehe. So acara makan siangku pun jadi fun. Apalagi kita udah kompak dan akrab banget. Temen2ku itu pada tertarik sama exchange students kayak aku dan Jonathan. Oia, psssst psssst.. mau tahu makan siangku apa aja? Hmm.. biasanya aku bawa cheese sandwich or with peanut butter.. dengan buah apel atau pisang, kadang tambah oreo atau kue lainnya, permen coklat, dan yg terakhir yogurt. Hampir setiap hari aku juga beli snack Lays. Aku nggak pernah beli makanan berat di kafetaria, karena mahal tapi porsinya kecil sekali dan nggak bergizi. Selain itu, antriannya panjang &amp;amp; lama banget. Sedangkan Peter selalu beli makanan di sana walaupun dia udah bawa makanan sendiri, karena masih laper, katanya. That's why I never eat lunch with him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai saat ini, aku masih merasa belum banyak mengenal teman2 di sekolah. Aku pengen banget mengenal mereka, dan mulai menyapa mereka setiap papasan di hallway. Aku pengen banget bisa tersenyum dan dibalas senyuman oleh mereka. Karena ternyata anak2 di sini, kalo disenyumin, biasanya nggak bakal bales senyumanku karena belum kenal. Hufff.. nyebelin kan. That's why, I dont smile here as often as what i do in SMANSA. Yg ngikutin kata Aa Gym: Senyum Sapa Salam Sopan Santun. Tapi sekalinya anak2 di sini udah kenal, semingguuu aja, aku udah bisa peluk2an sama mereka. Dan sampai saat ini, ternyata banyak anak2 sini yg mengira aku adalah freshmen (kelas 9, kelas termuda di high school) karena posturku mungil, kayak anak2 kelas 9 lainnya. dan juga wajahku, yg kalo dibandingin sama wajah2 bule, tergolong masih muda. For real! hehehe... gara2 itu juga, mungkin, aku nggak terlalu dianggap tua. Jadi sebagian orang, yg "mean"... jadi kayak ng-underestimate aku gitu pertama kalinya, pas belum kenalan. Nyebelin juga kan. Tapi ya sudahlah, toh aku sudah mencoba bersikap baik lebih dulu sama mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi itulah suka dukanya nyari temen di dunia dengan kebudayaan yg baru dan beda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedangkan dengan keluarga, segalanya lebih mudah. Keluargaku di sini adalah tempat curhat kalo aku ada masalah di sekolah dan dengan teman-teman. Kami selalu makan malam bersama setelah Dad dan Mom pulang kerja. Kecuali kalau aku berpuasa, mereka akan nunggu sampe matahari terbenam, baru deh kami makan. Isnt that nice?? =) Setiap makan malam, kami selalu ngobrol ttg hari itu. Tapi biasanya anak2 lah yg cerita paling banyak. Orang tua banyak mendengarkan. Aku kadang cerita tentang ulangan/tes, atau pe er yg buanyak, atau kejadian lainnya yg berkesan hari itu. Oia, keluarga kami adalah vegetarian. Mom &amp;amp; Dad dont believe in killing animals for foods. Dad said that killing is no good at all. Jadi utk makan malam, Mom biasanya masak Lasagna, Burrito, Red Beans with rice, Noodles/spaghetti, chicken patty (ayam2an doang, terbuat dr sayuran hohoho..), atau burger, trus jagung, brokoli, dan macam2 sayuran lainnya. Rebecca juga suka bikin kue. Jadi kadang aku turut mbantu2. Dari situ, aku banyak ngobrol sama Rebecca. Terlebih karena setiap hari kami berangkat sekolah bareng2 juga. Jadi waktu ngobrol kami lumayan banyak. Anyway, Rebecca adalah siswi yg sangat rajin dan pinter, sering dapet A, dan dia ambil 3 Advanced Placement Classes, out of 7 classes. Jadi dia juga secara ngga langsung nyemangatin aku belajar. Karena pada dasarnya aku di sini ngga terlalu fokus akademik karena pengen nikmatin exchange year, hehehe. Hubunganku dengan adek Leon pun akrab. He likes to hug me a lot. He's so helpful, walau kadang aku harus berjuang nenangin dia setiap kali tempernya lg ga oke. Kalo Bruce, well, i dont see him so much because he's in the college now. Dan hubunganku dengan Mom and Dad, hmmmm...... so far so good. I've been to her church, and i went to his synagogue also. It's so fun though, walaupun aneh banget gadis berjilbab ucluk2 dateng ke gereja atau sinagog, tapi.. ah.. aku enjoy kok. Seneng aja bisa ngeliat dunia yg penuh keberagaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So itu adalah evaluasiku sejauh ini. alhamdulillahirrabil alamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 bulan, 3 minggu, 3 hari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semoga diberkahi. amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-4316660000826285173?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4316660000826285173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=4316660000826285173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/4316660000826285173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/4316660000826285173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/11/3-bulan-3-minggu-3-hari.html' title='3 bulan, 3 minggu, 3 hari'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-8024328594715278731</id><published>2007-11-22T02:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T12:45:35.655+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>Gado-Gado pertamaku :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R0SKXPl_3jI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Xa2qJMT1D3Y/s1600-h/100_1159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135381607036739122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R0SKXPl_3jI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Xa2qJMT1D3Y/s200/100_1159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alhamdulillah, setelah pusing muter2 nyari bahan di Asian market, akhirnya aku nemu juga bahan-bahan buat bikin gado-gado :D. Dan setelah hidup hampir 17 tahun di Indonesia, belum pernah aku masak gado-gado, so this is my first time =) (ketauan deh aku nggak suka masak hehehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm glad that my family enjoyed it well. They said the peanut sauce is kinda hot though (thankfully there was enough milk that night). Alhasil sisa bumbu kacangnya aku sendiri yang ngabisin deh, hehe. There's still enough spice and vegetable for this whole week to make more gado-gados, and its predictable that i am the only one who will finish it =D cause my family dont like hot-spicy foods as well as i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-8024328594715278731?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8024328594715278731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=8024328594715278731&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/8024328594715278731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/8024328594715278731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/11/gado-gado-pertamaku-d.html' title='Gado-Gado pertamaku :D'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R0SKXPl_3jI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Xa2qJMT1D3Y/s72-c/100_1159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-6402645178049996764</id><published>2007-11-20T18:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T12:45:48.329+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>Indonesia and the Global Economy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;College Essay Question:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Discuss some issue or personal, local, national or international concern and its importance to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that comes up to my mind when I read this sentence is the threat of the wild modern style of global economy upon Indonesia’s future. Since the national 1997 monetary crisis in Indonesia, many people think that globalization has devastated many aspects of life there, including the moral values. This diagnose, in my opinion, is true. And I want to show here my fear and concern of those western neoclassic credos that teach efficiency, but do not create a social justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tracked some apprehensive issues. My main wrath is that the economic development of Indonesia has been intervened too far by other countries through its policies. In this case, the biggest influence for Indonesia is United States. Indonesia has been trapped in United States’ neoclassic theories that aggressively obey the rules of free trade—which is mistakenly consider that economy is objective enough and free of values—, and Indonesia is too far putting United States development experience, which is clearly can not be a healer for Indonesia’s economical troubles nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no doubt that Indonesia has many bankers, and other technocrats in building economy. But many of them are close with IMF and World Banks’ experts. They admire dogmatic value of market, with the reason “to find the right price”, and then they make some researches that generate a policy. As a final result, this policy tends to propose atomic competitions and minimum intervention from the government. This doctrine has become so influential especially after the downfall of Stalin in the middle and east Europe and in the former countries of Soviet. It seems like we have reached the point where “the winner takes all”. The capitalists win. The poor stays poor. Is it what Indonesian people want? Not necessarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point of view is that as an Indonesian, yet I am experiencing a poor social-economic development of Indonesia. It is not this way if Indonesia wants to improve the whole prosperity of its people. Indonesia is a big and rich country. It has many potential sectors for trades, such as energy, oil and gas, petrochemicals, mining, property, finance, travel and tourism. Indonesia has many excellent raw materials that other countries need for this upcoming 30 years, or even longer than that. That is why some people even pursue that there will be time when Indonesia will be concerned as a victim of a modern style economic practice, invasion. I think that invasion is the most palpable action of interfering other countries’ policies. Behind that, there is always intellectual imperialism that controls all. This control cannot be prevented if Indonesia still dependent and lack of capability in science and technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot tolerate the practice of free trade in Indonesia, because it is not fit with Indonesian’s condition. It may be fit with United States’ history, law, and social life, but it is in contrast with Indonesia. Indonesians will have to “pay a high price” for it, since more than one third of the population are poor. They are dying because of it. Indonesia’s government need to take a proportional control upon Indonesia’s invests, businesses, and industries. Indonesia’s government has to protect its people. The commitment of abstract economic theories from the west is threatening the life of millions of Indonesian people, because they are not ready yet. Indonesia is a young country, which has many islands and diversities. It makes Indonesia beautiful, but also fragile. Indonesia’s government has to take care of it, and not letting other countries interfere too far. I am sure that Indonesians can prove it, since they have been successfully enduring during the last national monetary crisis that has also affected other parts of Southeast Asia region. Indonesia’s government should not let those huge capitalists to be more prosperous and not to let the big number of Indonesians to get the disadvantages of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this is one of my essays (assigned in english class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-6402645178049996764?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6402645178049996764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=6402645178049996764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/6402645178049996764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/6402645178049996764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/11/indonesia-and-global-economy.html' title='Indonesia and the Global Economy'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-2422083266141061644</id><published>2007-11-05T01:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T12:46:09.210+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><title type='text'>Aliens in America</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RzZ5BFfXcMI/AAAAAAAAAL4/TyBRF6UFT4U/s1600-h/alien3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131421884995825858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RzZ5BFfXcMI/AAAAAAAAAL4/TyBRF6UFT4U/s200/alien3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guys..&lt;br /&gt;aku baru dapet milis dari indodebaters,&lt;br /&gt;isinya gini nii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tampaknya lg hip skr di bagian amerika sebelah utara sana, serial2 teve yang mengambil tema Islam atau mempunyai pemeran utama yang mempraktekkan Islam. Apa aja tuh? check it out di bawah ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliens in America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia%20.org/wiki/%20Aliens_in_%20america" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://en.wikipedia%20.org/wiki/%20Aliens_in_%20america&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Tolchuck adalah seorang ABG yg sedang mencari identitas. Lucunya, identitas tsb bukan dicari oleh dia sendiri, melainkan oleh nyokapnya. Nyokapnya berpendapat dia harus "dianggap" di sekolahnya, baik itu secara cara berpakaian, pergaulan, ekskul, dll. Tapi Justin tidak mau (dan juga tidak bisa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oleh karena itu, sang nyokap, atas saran seorang guru BP, menemukan jalan brilian. Mereka akan mengikuti program exchange student, dgn harapan Justin bisa mendapat sahabat dari luar negeri yang pasti akan mendapat perhatian di sekolahnya. Di bayangan si nyokap sih, seorang cowok Skandinavia berbadan tinggi dan berambut pirang...hehehe. Sampai hari penjemputan, Jeng...jeng. ..ternyata yang muncul adalah seorang cowo Pakistan bernama Raja. Sang nyokap tentu saja sangat kecewa. Apalagi Raja sangatlah polos dan blak-blakan yang membuat Justin makin jadi bulan-bulanan di sekolahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serial ini lucu bgt. Banyak menyentil kehidupan teenager di sana dimana "dianggap" itu penting, lalu ditertawakan oleh kepolosan si Raja. Raja di sini digambarkan seorang yang sangat bersahabat, sabar, pengertian, dan mengajarkan Justin caranya sholat. Stereotipe orang Islam di sana juga banyak disinggung, dan semuanya itu dihadapi dgn lucu oleh kepolosan dan kesabaran si Raja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di US udh jalan sampe episode 5, masih season 1 kok..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so aku saranin nonton ya.&lt;br /&gt;haha lucu banget. aku suka banget sama karakternya Raja.&lt;br /&gt;jadi kayak ngaca sama diri sendiri... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;oia, kalo mau langsung nonton, bisa langsung buka &lt;a href="http://cwtv.com/"&gt;http://cwtv.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all episodes are available C=&lt;br /&gt;aku juga nontonnya dari situ, soalnya kalo malem orang2 pada belajar, jadi nggak enak nonton tv sendirian hehe :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-2422083266141061644?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2422083266141061644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=2422083266141061644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/2422083266141061644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/2422083266141061644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/11/aliens-in-america.html' title='Aliens in America'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RzZ5BFfXcMI/AAAAAAAAAL4/TyBRF6UFT4U/s72-c/alien3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-6827829118956437999</id><published>2007-10-21T15:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:04:37.539+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>hasil chatku sama babe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:. Chorus' quotes on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Antigone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"..........the most important part of true success is WISDOM—not to act impiously towards the gods, for boasts of arrogant men bring on great blows of punishment—so in old age men can discover wisdom......"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seperti yg tertera di judul, kata penutup drama dari Yunani itu ngerangkum chat kami. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hidup di amerika emang bener...materialistik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;banyak sekali orang yang melihat segala sesuatunya, cenderung secara fisik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;banyak orang sengaja membutakan dirinya sendiri untuk memahami hal2 lebih dalam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kalau salah2 lupa sama tujuanku di sini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku bisa tumbuh dan dibentuk oleh cara pandang masyarakat terhadapku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku bisa aja menjadi apa yang aku mau mereka anggap tentangku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dan sebaliknya, salah2 langkah dikit, aku akan tumbuh menjadi apa yang mereka mau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hidup di amerika&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;harus kuat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kalau mau memegang kepercayaan yang aku anggap benar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jangan melawan arus, tapi juga jangan kebawa arus (*quoted dr ibu terciinta)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;soalnya banyak outcome dari sini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yang terlanjur terbentuk sama sisi negatif amerika&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;padahal amerika adalah negara yang dikaruniai kebebasan penuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;untuk memilih&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kalo saja mereka mau memilih untuk terus memegang apa yang mereka percayai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mereka bisa aja terus menggenggamnya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;akupun berharap begitu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmh..kuharap aku bisa survive di sini, apapun yg terjadi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Antigone adalah drama karangan Sophocle dr Yunani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*isinya ttg seorang wanita yg berani menentang hukum tak adil yg dibuat sang Raja, dan menentang opini publik, demi menegakkan hukum Tuhan, dan prinsip yg ia percayai, meskipun ia harus menghadapi resiko kematian setelahnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-6827829118956437999?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6827829118956437999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=6827829118956437999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/6827829118956437999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/6827829118956437999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/10/hasil-chatku-sama-babe.html' title='hasil chatku sama babe'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-1411088199908730003</id><published>2007-10-21T12:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:05:42.810+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lirik lagu'/><title type='text'>can't take that away from me</title><content type='html'>Mmmmh&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaa&lt;br /&gt;They can say,&lt;br /&gt;Anything they want to say,&lt;br /&gt;Try to bring me down,&lt;br /&gt;But I will not allow anyone to succeed hanging clouds over me,&lt;br /&gt;And they can try&lt;br /&gt;Hard to make me feel that I,&lt;br /&gt;Don't matter at all,&lt;br /&gt;But I refuse to falter in what I believe or lose faith in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's,&lt;br /&gt;There's a light in me,&lt;br /&gt;That shines brightly,&lt;br /&gt;Yes,&lt;br /&gt;They can try,&lt;br /&gt;But they can't take that away from me&lt;br /&gt;From me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no nooo&lt;br /&gt;Oh they,&lt;br /&gt;They can do&lt;br /&gt;Anything they want to you,&lt;br /&gt;If you let them in,&lt;br /&gt;But they won't ever win,&lt;br /&gt;If you cling to you pride, and just push them aside,&lt;br /&gt;See I..&lt;br /&gt;I have learned,&lt;br /&gt;There's an inner peace I own,&lt;br /&gt;Something in my soul that they can not possess&lt;br /&gt;So I won't be afraid and the darkness will fade&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's,&lt;br /&gt;There's light in me me,&lt;br /&gt;That shines brightly,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, They can try,&lt;br /&gt;But they can't take that away from me&lt;br /&gt;No oh oh,&lt;br /&gt;They can't take this&lt;br /&gt;Precious love I'll always have inside me,&lt;br /&gt;Certainly the Lord will guide me where I need to go&lt;br /&gt;Woah, woah&lt;br /&gt;They can say&lt;br /&gt;Anything they want to say,&lt;br /&gt;Try to bring me down,&lt;br /&gt;But I won't face the ground,&lt;br /&gt;I will rise steadily sailing out of their reach,&lt;br /&gt;Although they do try,&lt;br /&gt;Hard to make me feel that I,&lt;br /&gt;Don't matter at all&lt;br /&gt;But I refuse to falter&lt;br /&gt;In what I believe or lose faith in my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's a light in me,&lt;br /&gt;That shines brightly&lt;br /&gt;Yes, They can try but they can't take that away from&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;From me&lt;br /&gt;No no nooo&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sang by mariah carey&lt;br /&gt;*it really express my feeling right now (except the whoa whoa thingy hhe)&lt;br /&gt;*thanks aachan, kamu udah ngenalin aku sm lagu ini........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-1411088199908730003?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1411088199908730003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=1411088199908730003&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/1411088199908730003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/1411088199908730003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/10/cant-take-that-away-from-me.html' title='can&apos;t take that away from me'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-8377100810869101602</id><published>2007-10-19T04:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T09:51:40.706+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>sungkem sama hostfam (lanjutan cerita lebaran #4)</title><content type='html'>Setelah puas seharian menikmati waktu bareng sesama muslim, akhirnya aku tiba di rumah lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan seperti biasa, rumah hostfamku selalu berantakan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huff... Setiap pulang ke rumah, aku selalu dibikin kesel sama barang2 yang nggak teratur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sebenernya nggak suka kok rak sepatu ditaruh di depan pintu, pas orang mau masuk rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa kalo ada tamu, disambutnya sama sepatu2 bau sih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana sepatunya asal geletak lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belom lagi lollipops di atas sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaos kaki bau tergeletak di depan tv...kadang di atas meja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buku2, koran, surat, dan kertas2 di mana2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kursi makan nggak teratur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hufff....Aku sih mau2 aja ngerapiin rumah, nggak cuma kamarku aja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku nggak sanggup kalo mesti ngerjain itu setiap hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari itu juga begitu. Messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah sehari semalam nggak berada di rumah, aku masuk rumah lagi, dan pada menit pertama langsung nggak betah dan pengen keluar rumah lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi mom &amp;amp; dad yg penuh keramahan dan kelembutan langsung nyerbu aku dengan banyak pertanyaan ttg gimana cerita lebaranku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaudah saking serunya aku cerita jadi lupa deh untuk kabur dari rumah hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ceritain deh cerita yg aku ceritain sebelumnya di blog ini. Beliau2 terus mendengarkan dengan penuh senyuman. Terus, nggak tau kenapa, muncul ide di otakku untuk &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SUNGKEMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sama host parentsku.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas banget waktu itu mom and dad lagi duduk di sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus aku yg dari tadi cerita sambil berdiri, tiba2 berlutut dan ngedeketin mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awalnya aku cerita sama mom, kalo aku biasanya berlutut di depan ibu, bapak, kakung, uti, om, tante, sanak famili yg lebih tua gitu setiap lebaran di Indonesia, untuk meminta maaf serta minta doa restu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I'd love to do that also with you mom, dad.... because you are also my parents..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus mom &amp;amp; dad keliatan girang gitu dan mengizinkanku sungkeman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimulai dari mom... lalu dad... isi permintaanku kpd mereka kurang lebih sama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive all mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me be a good daughter &amp;amp; sister..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me be a good student..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan dalam hati aku berdoa... semoga aku bisa jadi bagian dari keluarga ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, really, a daughter, and a sister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukan hanya seorang siswi pertukaran pelajar dr Indonesia yg numpang tinggal serumah sama mereka....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan aku juga berdoa, semoga aku bisa mengambil banyak manfaat selama tinggal di sini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, beliau maafin aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beliau juga minta maaf sama aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beliau juga bilang, aku adalah anak yg sangat baik dan sangat membantu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beliau juga bilang kalo aku cerdas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom bangga karena aku dapet good grades di sekolah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan waktu pertama kali mom liat aku pake winter uniform marching band, mom bangga banget..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satu2nya kesalahan yg pernah kuperbuat padanya adalah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku ngga tau waktu itu Dad ngomong apa. soalnya cepet banget ngomongnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something to do with the dishes deh pokoknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus kata Dad, itu adalah kesalahan kecil yg sangat mudah dimaafkan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad bilang aku anak yg very helpful, and dilligent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paling suka mbantu2 beresin rumah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus kata Dad, dad bangga karena setiap hari progressku selalu meningkat di clarinet &amp;amp; musik...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad bangga aku bisa survive &amp;amp; doing well in marching band...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan pd saat itu, Dad nagsitau sesuatu...&lt;br /&gt;kata Dad, Dad akan bilang sama Carol (my liaison) untuk memperpanjang waktuku untuk tinggal sama keluarga mereka, selama 1 tahun..&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;tadinya keluargaku ini hanya setuju untuk menampung aku selama 1 semester..&lt;br /&gt;soalnya katanya mom &amp;amp; dad masih ragu2 untuk punya exchange student, maklum ini pengalaman pertama....&lt;br /&gt;tapi setelah kenal sama aku, beliau bilang..&lt;br /&gt;ingin aku tinggal di sini lebih lama.&lt;br /&gt;dan beliau juga berharap aku mau tinggal di sini juga...&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;yaaa... mau gimana lagi...&lt;br /&gt;antara nggak pengen tinggal di rumah bau sepatu..&lt;br /&gt;tapi juga jadi nggak enak diharepin hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi gitu deh acara sungkemannya...&lt;br /&gt;setelah sungkeman, mom &amp;amp; dad meluk aku...&lt;br /&gt;habis itu, aku dan Leon bukain kado lebaran yg aku dapetin dari temen2 baruku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selesai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ups. oiya, jadi inget sama fortune cookies. jadi malem harinya.... kami sekeluarga makan malam bersama... dan aku masih dgn riangnya cerita2 lebaran hari itu ke semua anggota keluarga..&lt;br /&gt;dad beli chinese foods buat dinner malem itu.&lt;br /&gt;yay.....! lengkap sudah hari itu.... ASIA bangeeet..&lt;br /&gt;sarapan makan pakistan-india foods, lunch makan indonesian foods, dan dinner makan chinese foods...&lt;br /&gt;dan dad juga beli FORTUNE-COOKIES.&lt;br /&gt;di dalem fortune cookies ada kertas yg isinya untung2an gitu deh. kata dad, kadang isinya menyenangkan, kadang kalo lagi sial, isinya nyebelin.&lt;br /&gt;trus, aku ambil satu fortune-cookie.&lt;br /&gt;pas kubuka kuenya, di dalemnya bener ada kertas segulung.&lt;br /&gt;pas kubuka kertasnya, dengan was-was aku baca isinya di hadapan keluarga....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"You will travel to many exotic places in the world during your lifetime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba2 Rebecca keselek. Terus batuk2....&lt;br /&gt;"No way!!" she said. terus dia ketawa...&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Terus mom sama dad ketawa dan mom bilang, "you will Kartika. every place in this world that u visit is exotic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe. begitulah cerita lebaranku.&lt;br /&gt;again, alhamdulillah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-8377100810869101602?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/8377100810869101602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=8377100810869101602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/8377100810869101602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/8377100810869101602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/10/sungkem-sama-hostfam-lanjutan-cerita.html' title='sungkem sama hostfam (lanjutan cerita lebaran #4)'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-2079185763294488083</id><published>2007-10-18T09:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T06:57:58.265+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jalan-jalan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>Lebaran Party arek2 Indonesia (aku masuk koran...lanjutan #3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Di akhir2 acara bagi2 kadonya, aku dijemput sama host Mom untuk menghadiri party lainnya. (duuu....lebaran banyak acara hehe). Dan habis pamitan, ngucapin "Eid Mubarak", ngucapin terima kasih ke yg udah ngasih kado....pas aku berjalan keluar mesjid, there was a voice of one of my friends who said, "hey, wait!"&lt;br /&gt;eh... pas aku nengok ke belakang, aku dipeluk2in gtu....hehe.... jadi ngerasa seneng.....aku ngerasa diterima jadi bagian dari mereka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puas berlebaran di mesjid, aku cabut sama host Mom ke Broadview Heights. Masih deket Cleveland juga sih. Tebak buat apa hayo?? hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;buat Lebaran party bareng arek2 Indonesia...!! yay.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah akhirnyaaa... soalnya setelah &amp;gt;2 bulan aku nggak ketemu orang Indonesia, kecuali sohibku Ahlul seorang diri (waktu dia ngunjungi aku ke Cleveland 3 mingguan yg lalu), orang Indonesia udah kayak barang langka gitu buat aku. haha. so its so fun that i can talk in bahasa again with indonesian folks....^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting how i get to know many of Indonesian ppl who live here in Cleveland.... Jadi ceritanya semingguan sebelum lebaran, aku diwawancarai sama wartawan koran Cleveland "Plain Dealer" tentang perbedaan antara sekolah di Indonesia dan Amerika. Soalnya, Ohio State sekarang emang lagi fokus ama pendidikan, dan mau memperbaiki kekurangan2 yg ada di sistem pendidikan amrik saat ini. (aneh ya, mo memperbaiki kok ngeliriknya ke negara berkembang...?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaudah, alhasil aku masuk koran. Hehehe.... Dan masuknya aku ke koran sedikit banyak udah bikin aku terkenal di sekolah dan lingkungan tetangga hehehe. Terlebih di situ terpampang fotoku lagi nyengir kuda luwebar banget. Banyak temenku yang esoknya histeris, "Kartikaaaa, I saw you in the newspaper yesterday!!".......&lt;br /&gt;Dan ternyata aku baru sadar belakangan kalo yg mbaca koran itu nggak cuma penduduk Shaker Heights aja, kotaku. Tapi juga Broadview Heights, Independence Hts, Cleveland Hts, dan suburbs lainnya sekitar Cleveland. Dan alhamdulillah, ada orang Indonesia yg tinggal di Broadview Hts ngeliat aku di artikel itu juga....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beliau ngelacak aku dari informasi di koran kalo aku sekolah di Shaker. Akhirnya salah seorang guruku nyampein pesan bahwa aku dicari2 sama org Indonesia yg mau ngundang aku ke Lebaran Party, tentunya brg org2 Indonesia lainnya. wuiiih....how happy i was...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi gitu ceritanya. Akhirnya aku bisa ngumpul sama org2 Indonesia pas lebaran. Sungkeman. THRan. Makan OPOR AYAM. gule kambing dan kambing guling. kerupuk udang. nasi. sate ayam. balado. slurp... elmph... dan kami pun foto2. dan ngobrol2 ngomongin pengalaman hidup satu sama lain..... karena aku satu2nya yg masih SMA dan satu2nya siswa pertukaran pelajar, aku jadi banyak ditanya2in gtu deh.... hehehe... dan dalam waktu sekejap, rasanya mereka udah kayak sanak famili buatku....^^ terlebih hampir semuanya kalo ga orang Jawa ya Sunda.... my soul bangeeet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122534322149116482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Rxbl011xykI/AAAAAAAAAK4/czVL4F4iIQ4/s200/1_596830223l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122534502537742930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Rxbl_V1xylI/AAAAAAAAALA/c1j-qHwFD2A/s200/1_420976843l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas pulangnya, aku minta dianterin sama Mas Restu. Beliau ini ketua asosiasi pelajar Indonesia di Cleveland Greater Area. Soalnya Mas Restu juga mau nganterin Mbak Azizah (mahasiswi master bisnis) yg apartemennya nggak terlalu jauh dari Shaker, kotaku. Bareng sama kami, juga ada Mas Iweng. Hahaha. Mereka semua kocak2 abis. Selama di mobil kami ketawa mulu.&lt;br /&gt;Aku masih inget ceritanya Mas Restu yg dulu pernah bilang sm profesornya, waktu beliau nggak bisa masuk kelasnya karena sakit.....&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry professor. I have entered wind. My body is not delicious...."&lt;br /&gt;(Maaf profesor. Saya masuk angin. Saya nggak enak badan....")&lt;br /&gt;dan karena kami semua berempat orang Jawa, kami ngomong pake bahasa Inggris pake logat Jawa gitu...&lt;br /&gt;trus nge-inggris-in frasa Indonesia, kayak...."Terima kasih..." jawabannya "kembali...." kalo di inggrisin jadi, "Thank you," ... "come back"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;pokoknya seru. saking serunya ketawa, kami nyasar! haha. how stupid it was...&lt;br /&gt;And the good thing is...mereka pada masih mahasiswa gitu.. jadinya aku ngerasa nggak ada gap umur. dan dalam waktu sekejap, aku udah ngerasa mereka adalah best friends ku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku jadi menikmati kesasar bareng mereka. Cos it was more than fun to spend your times with those ppl who can make u feel comfortable....&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sayang, aku harus pisah juga sama mereka pas udah sampe rumah.&lt;br /&gt;Malem2nya, Mba Azizah nelfon aku dan nanya alamat email aku. Soalnya Mas Restu nanyain. Kalo kapan2 asosiasi nya mau ngadain pengajian bulanan, aku akan diundang. hehehe senangnya! Dan malam itu juga, Mbak Tasya yg udah berkeluarga, nelfon dan ngundang aku untuk main ke rumahnya kapan2.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lebaran Party bareng arek2 Indonesia.... i love it addictively...!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-2079185763294488083?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2079185763294488083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=2079185763294488083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/2079185763294488083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/2079185763294488083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/10/lebaran-party-arek2-indonesia-aku-masuk.html' title='Lebaran Party arek2 Indonesia (aku masuk koran...lanjutan #3)'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Rxbl011xykI/AAAAAAAAAK4/czVL4F4iIQ4/s72-c/1_596830223l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-383617133164026615</id><published>2007-10-18T04:03:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T07:00:38.707+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jalan-jalan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>cerita lebaran pertamaku di amerika (lanjutan #2)</title><content type='html'>Nggak lama kemudian, akhirnya kami sampai juga di mesjid Baitul Ahad, tepatnya di southern Warrensville, Cleveland, OH. Secara fisik, mesjid ini keliatan banget bekas gereja. Kata Haadea, mesjid ini emang dulunya gereja, tapi kemudian dijual ke orang muslim dan akhirnya dijadikan mesjid. Kedengerannya emang ganjil ya..... gereja kok "dijual" buat dijadiin mesjid... Aku jadi ngebayangin kalo mesjid dijual buat dijadiin gereja.... atau sinagog dijual buat dijadiin mesjid.. that sounds odd.. tapi emang begitu kenyataannya. Kata Carol (liaison AFSku), amerika udah kebanyakan gereja...kalo mau dibandingin sama jemaatnya. Biasanya yang dateng ke gereja adalah orang2 yg udah gede atau usia lanjut. Yang muda2 jarang... kalo ada jumlahnya nggak banyak....dan umumnya nggak rutin.....(kalo dipikir2 sama aja kayak kondisi mesjid pada umumnya kok...). Trus gereja kan juga butuh dana yg nggak kecil untuk perawatan dan untuk menghidupi Pak priest-nya... Kalo jemaatnya cuma sedikit mah ya mending gerejanya ditutup, bangunannya dijual, dan jemaatnya gabung sama jemaat dari gereja lain... Itu yang sekarang banyak terjadi di sini....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhasil, masjid Baitul Ahad ini bukanlah satu2nya masjid di amrik yang awalnya adalah gereja....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke, balik lagi ke soal lebaran. Iya, jadinya aku solat ied nya di situ. Well, hehe...tapi nggak jama'ahan. HAHA... habis kami telat gtu deh sampe mesjidnya... Jadinya aku solat ied sendiri hohoho... Sebenernya aku nggak tau apakah solat ied boleh munfarid ato nggak...tapi bodo amatlah niatnya kan yg penting baik...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan habis solat, waktunya makan.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan karena ini mesjidnya kebanyakan di-jama'ahi sama org2 Pakistan-India, makanya masakannya khas India bangeeet!! elmph....slurp....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habis acara makan2 &amp;amp; ngobrol2 (akh-ukh dipisah), waktunya bagi2 kado lebaran..... di amrik, kado lebaran kayaknya udah jadi tradisi gitu. Buat keluarganya Haadea, it's a must. Makanya Haadea ngasih kado lebaran buat aku. Isinya....lipgloss, lipstick, and lipliner. hahahaa semoga bukan karena ada yg salah sama bibirku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kukira itu bakal jadi satu2nya kado lebaran yg bakal aku dapetin. Berhubung aku belom kenal banyak teman di sini. Ternyata prediksiku salah. Mom yg njemput aku dari mesjid juga ngasih aku titipan dari Mohammad (temen kantornya) kado lebaran, buku, (lagi), yg judulnya 100 questions about Islam. plus... duit fitrah. hehehe ternyata tradisi ngasih fitrah nggak cuma ada di Indonesia. Dan setelah itu, teman2 baruku yang baru ketemu 2 kali di mesjid juga ngasih aku kado2 lebaran. Ada yang ngasih coklat, kue lebaran, buku (lagi.........), tas, alat tulis, and...that's all. hehehe senangnya! i mean, we really new befriended... but... see.... muslim folks in this mosque are all nice, so i must be loving this mosque the most!!&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/31480619-383617133164026615?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/383617133164026615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=383617133164026615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/383617133164026615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/383617133164026615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/10/cerita-lebaran-pertamaku-di-amerika.html' title='cerita lebaran pertamaku di amerika (lanjutan #2)'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-2883875561412861626</id><published>2007-10-14T22:33:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T06:57:34.637+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jalan-jalan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>cerita lebaran pertamaku di amerika (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1stly and the most importantly, sujud syukur kepada Allah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;atas lebaran yang aku dapetin tahun ini.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seminggu yang lalu, aku dan temen2 muslim-muslimah di sekolah udah mulai ngomongin rencana lebaran masing2. Kami excited banget ngomonginnya (apalagi aku sendiri, hehe). Haadea, tmen muslimahku yang asli Pakistan itu, mengundangku serta Zuleikha, Shazeena, dan Rebecca (host sisterku) ke &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Henna Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; di rumahnya pas malem takbiran (Jum'at, 12/10/07). Temen-temen muslimku yang lain juga excited sama lebaran tahun ini. Amadou dan Mohamed, yang juga muslim, mereka juga mulai cerita2 tentang rencana Eid. Mohamed yang masih ikut ngebela football teamnya pas hari terakhir ramadan, berencana mau berlebaran ke luar kota. Amadou, berencana mau mengunjungi sanak saudaranya yang tinggal nggak begitu jauh. Pokoknya semarak menjelang Eid di sini alhamdulillah kerasa juga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Akhirnya Lebaran yang ditunggu2 datang juga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Zuleikha, Shazeena, Rebecca, Haadea, dan aku yang satu sekolah di Shaker Heights, ber-henna-ria di rumah Haadea, bareng sama temen2 ibunya Haadea yang lainnya. Mereka adalah orang-orang asli Pakistan dan India yang tinggal di Amerika. Ansa dan Shah Khan, temen baruku yg aku kenal dari mesjid Baitul Ahad, juga datang ke sana. Mereka memakai baju dari India yang indah dan cantik banget. Aku dan Rebecca jadi ngerasa paling undressed soalnya cuma pake celana jeans, kaos, dan sweatshirt, sementara yang lainnya pada pake baju2 india yang colorful dan menarik mata. Bu Farhana, ibunya Haadea, nyanyi2 lagu India diiringi gendang India. Beberapa dari lagunya pernah aku denger waktu aku masih di Indonesia. Mungkin pas lagi lewat di kampung deket rumah, ada yang nyetel lagu India itu kenceng2, jadinya masih inget gimana bunyinya (ini fenomena biasa yang aku alami pas pulang sekolah). Makanya aku sebenernya nggak terlalu suka lagu India. Tapi pas denger suara Bu Farhana yg keren abis, persis banget sm penyanyi2 India perempuan lainnya, yg bisa nada tinggi2 gtu......aku jadi menikmati lagu2 India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121270674051156466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RxJoi11xyfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ro1GuYAdxlw/s200/1_145233595l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di sana juga ada muslimah yang sudah usia lanjut. Ada juga ibu2 yang sudah tua, dan sakit, datang ke pesta itu sambil membawa tabung oksigen beserta selang2nya. Aku terpana ngeliat mereka yg sampe mbela2in dateng ke situ padahal udara di luar dingin banget (sekitar 45an derajat Fahrenheit) dan rumah mereka nggak begitu deket. Dan padahal mereka tahu, kalo di party itu mereka nggak akan banyak ngelakuin apa2, karena henna dan nyanyi2an biasa dilakuin sama yg masih muda. Aku coba ngobrol2 sama mereka. Dari situ aku tahu kalo mereka tinggal di sini udah lama. Sebagian di sini masih baru. Sebagian dr mereka ikut anaknya yang tinggal di sini. Dari kata2 mereka, aku tahu kalo mereka adalah orang2 hebat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, pelukis henna yang dibayar Bu Farhana itu terampil banget. Aku dapet lukisan burung merak di tangan kananku, dan nggak tau motif apa di tangan kiriku. Sampai sekarang aku jadi sering ngeliatin tanganku...... hum.. jadi berasa pake tato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121275381335312898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RxJs011xygI/AAAAAAAAAKY/DHMK0BuexEQ/s200/1_208797038l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Henna party bebas cowok itu akhirnya selesai sekitar jam 11 maleman. Habis bantu2 Bu Farhana bersih2in rumahnya, aku sleep over di sana. Sekamar sama Haadea. Burhan dan Aleena, saudara2 Haadea yg masih imut2 itu tidur sekamar sama kami. Sebelum tidur, kami ngebersihin Henna yang masih menempel di tangan-tangan kami. Terus ngelumurin tangan2 kami pake air gula. Katanya sih supaya Henna nya tahan lama, dan bisa meresap ke kulit selama 2-3 minggu. Sadar kalo semaleman itu bapaknya Haadea nggak di rumah, aku nanya ke dia ke mana bapaknya. Kata Haadea, bapaknya lagi di rumah sakit. Beliau adalah dokter transplantasi jantung untuk anak2 gitu, jadi nggak ada kata "liburan" dalam kamus kerja bapaknya. Banyak pasien emergensi yang mesti ditangani, meskipun H-1 lebaran kayak gini.... Dalam hati, aku bergumam, hebat juga ya. Aku yakin bapaknya adalah pekerja keras banget. Kelihatan dari hasil jerih payah kerjanya..... secara materi, rumah Haadea lumayan besar, hangat, dan perabotannya berkualitas sangat baik untuk ukuranku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Akhirnya kami tertidur pulas. Pagi2nya, kami dibangunkan oleh bapaknya Haadea, yang udah rapi dengan pakaian kantornya. I guess bapaknya tidur paling malem dan bangun paling pagi. Jadi inget sama bapak di rumah, yang sama..... begitu juga. Burhan dan Aleena agak susah dibangunkan, makanya mesti ditarik2 dan diteriakin dulu sama Bu Farhana. Hehe. Jadi teringat sama ibu di rumah. Aleena dan Burhan yang imut2 itu akhirnya berdiri juga setelah Bu Farhana bilang, "Come on Burhan, Aleena, dont make me yell. You dont want me to show my bad side to Kartika right?". Lalu, Haadea juga bangun dan mandi. Setelah itu, gantian aku yang mandi. Burhan dan Aleena disuruh mandi juga sama Bu Farhana tapi mereka nggak mau mandi di kamar mandi lama. Mereka maunya di kamar mandi baru. Tapi kata Bu Farhana, kamar mandi baru buat aku, soalnya aku tamu di rumah itu. Aku jadi berada di posisi antara mau ngalah sama Burhan &amp;amp; Aleena, tapi aku nggak bisa nolak Bu Farhana juga. Mungkin Bu Farhana lagi ngajarin putera-puterinya ttg bagaimana menghormati tamu. Kelak kedua anak manis itu akan menjadi besar seperti muslim-muslimah dewasa lainnya yg super hormat sama tamu, pikirku (jujur, selama di sini, aku bisa menyimpulkan kalo orang Amrik yg paling menghormati dan melayani tamu adalah orang2 muslim). Kuberi aja Burhan &amp;amp; Aleena sepulas senyuman. Akhirnya Burhan dan Aleena mau mandi juga di kamar mandi lama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121275673393089042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RxJtF11xyhI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XTg-Ki4o0kg/s200/1_395417488l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Setelah selesai mandi, semua org di rumah dandan dan berpakaian sangat rapi, bersih dan indah. Haadea, memakai baju India warna hijau dominan dan blue-stripes di lengannya. Ada kaca2nya gtu di bajunya, kayak rok India kaca2 yg pernah kulihat dulu waktu lagi jalan2 sama Pak Agus di factory outlet di Bogor. Terus Burhan, pake kemeja koko coklat tua yg panjang selutut dengan motif2 di kerahnya. Bu Farhana pake baju warna hijau juga, hampir sama kayak Haadea. Aku sendiri memakai baju yg modelnya hampir sama kayak Haadea's, tapi berwarna ungu tua ngejreng, beserta selendang motif2nya, yg dibawain ibu dari Indonesia. Baju ini dulunya baju ibu, dan di Indonesia model baju seperti ini dibilangnya baju ibu2 arisan. Tapi di amrik, baju2 kayak gini yg tradisional, malah dibilang cantik. Makanya aku bersyukur banget dibawain baju ibu2 sama ibu dari Indonesia. Aku jadi punya beberapa pasang baju yg bisa kupake untuk acara2 resmi dan spesial kayak gini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dan lagi2, bapaknya Haadea nggak kelihatan. Setelah kutanya, kata Haadea bapaknya balik lagi ke rumah sakit, untuk nengok salah satu pasiennya dan ngecek kondisinya. Bapaknya bakal ke mesjid sekitar jam 10an, ketika solat Eidnya udah mau mulai. Sekitar jam 9.30an akhirnya kami siap berangkat juga. Di bagasi mobil, sudah tersimpan sekardus gede kado2 Eid buat temen2 Haadea yg udah dibungkus kertas kado dengan rapi, dan juga &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Party Pinata &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yang merupakan sebungkus karton gede berbentuk duri, yang isinya permen2 serta alat tulis sekolah. Party Pinata ini adalah tradisi org Pakistan-India pas lebaran. Party Pinata biasanya digantung pake tali, terus anak2 kecil dikasih satu kali kesempatan untuk mecahin Party Pinata pake tongkat kayu sambil matanya ditutup. Mereka bergantian mukul sampai Pinatanya pecah. Sekali Pinatanya pecah, anak2 berebut ngambilin permennya. Tahun ini, gantian keluarganya Haadea yg dapet giliran bikin Pinata. Hmm.. jadi inget lomba mecahin balon pake tongkat pas perayaan 17 Agustusan di deket rumah. Bedanya, di dalem balonnya nggak ada permen, adanya air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121276296163346994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RxJtqF1xyjI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NCAgqDlHQDk/s200/1_876392440l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(bersambung insyaAllah...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;next story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*cerita lebaranku di masjid sunni Pakistan-India, Baitul Ahad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*cerita lebaranku bersama orang2 Indonesia di Cleveland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*cerita sungkemanku sama host parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*cerita fortune-cookies pertamaku pas chinese dinner brg hostfam di hari Eid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-2883875561412861626?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2883875561412861626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=2883875561412861626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/2883875561412861626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/2883875561412861626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/10/cerita-lebaran-pertamaku-di-amerika-1.html' title='cerita lebaran pertamaku di amerika (1)'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RxJoi11xyfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ro1GuYAdxlw/s72-c/1_145233595l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-1885088710915644363</id><published>2007-10-12T04:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:08:53.278+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>.:. why do i wear HIJAB? .:.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;in my 1st days living in USA, i feel so lonely. One of the reason is because it's hard to find woman with hijab. And people are also sometimes wondering why i want to wear hijab all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So i arrange these reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;there are some &lt;strong&gt;answers&lt;/strong&gt; that i prepared if somebody, whether she/he is muslim or not, asks me on &lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt; i &lt;strong&gt;chose&lt;/strong&gt; to wear this &lt;strong&gt;stuff on my head&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;here they go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"As Muslims we must be stronger and wiser.. Why should you be ashamed because you don't want your body to be for every man's eyes, and because you strive to do God's will?... Be a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;trailblazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, that's how change is made.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"It's a beautiful way of dress and we, as Muslim women, need to understand that. It is comfortable, feminine, and noble and shows our respect for our bodies and our faith.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"We cover for our Lord, not for the admiration of the public eye. Since we never know when our lives will be taken from us, don't plan for tomorrow, because we may not see tomorrow.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"It's just like nun-sisters. When a woman wants to be a nun, she choose to do it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's not forced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by her God to be a nun, but she choose it cause she wants to get close and pray totally to her God. It's the same thing when a woman choose Islam as her way of life. That means she choose whatever rules and values Islam has. That also means she's ready to choose to wear hijab as her way of dress..because God has made wearing hijab as a compulsary thing for women.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We must all strive to do everything for God's sake, for it's a good pleasure. We shouldn't allow others to FORCE us into their idea of Islamic dress, but we should find our individual place of peace and comfort in not only dress but in our observance of Islam. Hijab, which is much more than a headscarf, serves so many purposes. It allows us to recognize one another and give the greeting, a personal reminder that we are God's servants, and encourages people to give us more respect as religious women. By covering properly, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we prevent leering glances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and men can't say that we caused them to lust. Finally, and most importantly, it is a sign of obedience to our Lord and, InsyaAllah, it will benefit us on the Day of Judgement"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"I admire anyone that is brave enough to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;let the world know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that they are Muslim in today's anti-Islamic environment"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;God states that muslim women should wear hijab. It's stated on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Qur'an 24:31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"AND say to the believing woman that they should lower the gaze and guard their modesty; that they should not display their beauty and ornaments except what must ordinarily appear thereof; that they should draw their veils over their bosoms and not display their beauty except to their husbands, their fathers, their husband's fathers, their sons, their husband's sons, their brothers &amp;amp; their sons, or their sister's sons, or their women or their servants whom their right hands posses, or male servants free of physical needs, or small children who have no sense of the shame of sex, and that they should not strike their feet in order to draw attention to their hidden ornaments. And believers, turn you all together toward God, that you may attain bliss"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and the last possible answer on why i wear hijab is......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"cause I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; and am &lt;strong&gt;proud&lt;/strong&gt; to be a muslim"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-1885088710915644363?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1885088710915644363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=1885088710915644363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/1885088710915644363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/1885088710915644363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-do-i-wear-hijab.html' title='.:. why do i wear HIJAB? .:.'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-4006414851538521533</id><published>2007-10-07T14:57:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T04:50:58.848+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lirik lagu'/><title type='text'>indovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/1klD7WIFFE/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed wmode="'transparent'" height="'80'" width="'300'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" src="'http://media.imeem.com/m/1klD7WIFFE/aus="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love indonesia soooooo much. too much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-4006414851538521533?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4006414851538521533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=4006414851538521533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/4006414851538521533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/4006414851538521533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/10/indovers.html' title='indovers'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-2867089610102974575</id><published>2007-10-07T11:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:09:54.915+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jalan-jalan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>how lame my homecoming was</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was just home from my school's homecoming....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it was sooooooooo nasty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;girls and boys, randomly, in the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of the hall, in the loud of hip hop &amp;amp; rap music, they dance in couples..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its like, everybody doing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"grinding"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118472824980359346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Rwh36l1xyLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xc-qyt3Soxg/s320/100_0754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how nasty it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how bitchy the girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how horny theboys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the teachers have nothing to do with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because this homecoming dance gives money for the student council.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how ironic it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my close friends.... which i thought would be my future bestfriends here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do that nasty thing also&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel lonely now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant stand this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss my friends in indonesia.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna hug them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel lonely now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"whoever among you sees something abominable should rectify it with hand;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if one cannot, then do it with one's tongue, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if one cannot, then hate from one's heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the least of faith"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Prophet Mohammad, Al-Hadith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-2867089610102974575?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2867089610102974575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=2867089610102974575&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/2867089610102974575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/2867089610102974575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-lame-my-homecoming-was.html' title='how lame my homecoming was'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Rwh36l1xyLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xc-qyt3Soxg/s72-c/100_0754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-4480341308837272330</id><published>2007-10-05T03:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T09:57:27.167+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jalan-jalan'/><title type='text'>niagara falls!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RwiBMF1xyeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/rj6t_ewBbP4/s1600-h/100_0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118483021232720354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RwiBMF1xyeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/rj6t_ewBbP4/s200/100_0719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118475298881521858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Rwh6Kl1xyMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/30auwm5A3MY/s200/100_0668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RwiAgl1xydI/AAAAAAAAAKA/wQOKNJChWL8/s1600-h/100_0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118482273908410834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RwiAgl1xydI/AAAAAAAAAKA/wQOKNJChWL8/s200/100_0717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RwiAO11xycI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/XQ4e5ZA2cVs/s1600-h/100_0707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118481968965732802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RwiAO11xycI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/XQ4e5ZA2cVs/s200/100_0707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Rwh_-F1xybI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KggRyo8apL4/s1600-h/100_0706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118481681202923954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Rwh_-F1xybI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KggRyo8apL4/s200/100_0706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Rwh_kl1xyaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/noUrJdVxQbM/s1600-h/100_0705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118481243116259746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Rwh_kl1xyaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/noUrJdVxQbM/s200/100_0705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Rwh_Sl1xyZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/phgZuNHPaXI/s1600-h/100_0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118480933878614418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Rwh_Sl1xyZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/phgZuNHPaXI/s200/100_0702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Rwh--11xyYI/AAAAAAAAAJY/rOMr-N_g3IE/s1600-h/100_0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118480594576198018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Rwh--11xyYI/AAAAAAAAAJY/rOMr-N_g3IE/s200/100_0694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Rwh-tl1xyXI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J2sVCUg3bpg/s1600-h/100_0691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118480298223454578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Rwh-tl1xyXI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J2sVCUg3bpg/s200/100_0691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Rwh-bV1xyWI/AAAAAAAAAJI/l4v72iW8pdM/s1600-h/100_0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118479984690841954" style="DISPLAY: block; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Rvl1lF1xxrI/AAAAAAAAADw/6q22AcK65Ts/s1600-h/bday8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114248131939255986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Rvl1lF1xxrI/AAAAAAAAADw/6q22AcK65Ts/s200/bday8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Rvl1gl1xxqI/AAAAAAAAADo/a15EIQ-xkPc/s1600-h/bday7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114248054629844642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Rvl1gl1xxqI/AAAAAAAAADo/a15EIQ-xkPc/s200/bday7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Rvl1cF1xxpI/AAAAAAAAADg/JIEW0NMfSkU/s1600-h/bday6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114247977320433298" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Rvl1LV1xxmI/AAAAAAAAADI/Rg8JSpnPCb0/s200/bday2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114479390158342066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RvpH6F1xx7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/XgPmVKOf75A/s200/bday29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114247569298540114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Rvl1EV1xxlI/AAAAAAAAADA/-W85Jq_01Wc/s200/bday1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;special thanks to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My host family: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mom, yg udah nyiapin makanan dan minuman&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dad, yg udah ngundang temen2, mesenin kue ultah, dan beliin pizza&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rebecca, yg beresin rumah paling banyak dan niupin balon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Leon, yg bantuin beresin rumah habis selesai party&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bruce, yg ngambilin foto2 nya...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My friends: Samara, Rye, Fai, Shu Qi, Shu ya, Hadeea, David, Jonathan, Patrick, Peter, Emilie, Gonzalo, Tori, Ashley, Katharina, Eylul, Manon, Shermilla, Alex, Blythe....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.:. thanks for all of your warmth and love .:.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-930244591680890133?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/930244591680890133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=930244591680890133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/930244591680890133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/930244591680890133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/09/cerita-ulang-tahun-ke-17-ku.html' title='cerita ulang tahun ke-17-ku'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RvpH1V1xx6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/93Tg6Em4tuw/s72-c/bday30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-4007589047951671467</id><published>2007-09-23T04:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T04:49:25.309+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><title type='text'>my birthday gift from Mohammad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RvWHW11xxkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xuGRGf6ijaY/s1600-h/lost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113141778428577346" style="DISPLAY: block; 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adalah hari lelahku. soalnya habis pulang skul, ada AFS club meeting,&lt;br /&gt;dan konsultasi pe-er sama guru di high school, sampe jam 4. habis itu pulang ke rumah untuk dinner, dan jam 1/2 6 dianter Dad ke middle school. ada private clarinet lesson di sana sampe jam 7. habis dari middle school, langsung cabut sama Gabriel and his mom ke SGORR meeting (student group of race relationship) di rumah Arianna. selesainya jam 1/2 9 malem. sampe rumah, belom bisa tidur2an, karena tiap hari selalu ada pe-er untuk semua pelajaran. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nggak ada flex night setiap hari rabu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoaahhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i enjoy it though..&lt;br /&gt;walau kadang aku ngerasa nggak well prepared untuk ngadepin hariku keesokan harinya. soalnya beberapa pe-er belom selesai dikerjain. hehhe. kebiasaanku di indonesia kebawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan hari ini, lebih melelahkan dari yang seharusnya. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w h y ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagi tadi sekitar jam 10an, waktu aku mau masuk kelasnya Mr. Harley, Rebecca (my host sister), manggil dan bilang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"kartika, you have to call your parents in Indonesia,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"call them?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"yes!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"okay, but, right now??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"uhuh,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(chucklin...)&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;"what for??" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dad sent me a message. He said that there was a big earthquake like about 7 points in Indonesia, this morning, and you have to contact your parents now.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hekkkk...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was so devastated. Soooo... devastated.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaudah, aku minta excuse card sama Mr. Harley dan bilang ttg kabar yg baru kudengar itu. he was so sorry. so were my friends. dan bersama Rebecca, aku langsung menuju ruang konselor. ternyata antriannya panjang banget. yaudah, karena nggak sabaran, kita menuju ke kantor assistant principal dan ngomong sama beliau ttg keperluanku. akhirnya Mrs. Clark yg baik hati beliin aku phone card, dan setelah menunggu sekitar 2 jam, and i was emotionally challenged that time, akhirnya aku berhasil nelfon bapak. alhamdulillah, keluarga baik2 aja. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p l o n g... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Clark and Mr. Harley was so delightful to hear about that. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan untuk pertama kalinya, aku meluk Rebecca....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tapi, kata bapak gempanya di Bengkulu. aku turut berduka cita.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan ngelanjutin cerita yg kemaren, kelas sejarahku ngediskusiin &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9/11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lagi.&lt;br /&gt;kali ini, aku puas. aku puas udah ngeluarin isi hati sbg seorang muslim. dan kayaknya setelah Peter (he's also AFS student, dr Jerman) yg pertama kali ngasih opini, cuma aku yang ngasih opini. dan sampai bel pulang sekolah berbunyi, siswa2 lain yg biasanya kritis nanya atau ngasih opini, nggak bersuara. padahal sebelumnya mereka memukul rata timur tengah sbg teroris dunia, secara ke-19 tersangka 9/11 termasuk osama bin laden, adalah org timur tengah semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, berarti pertanda baik. itu artinya nggak ada yang ngedebat opini yg kusampaikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tebak, aku ngomong apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, sebenernya ini adalah hasil diskusi dan rehearsal anak2 English Club bareng kak Taufik. (see, EC's rock!!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;basically, i told the class on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;why terrorists do terrorism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, in my opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;it was because, these people, wanted to make a bigger bargaining power than what US Govt have. it's like, these people, are the pessmistic ones, because they believe that they will not be able to conquer US Govt through a normal way, e.g. discussion or treaties. and because they believe that US Govt has 1001 reasonable reasons to support their every policies, and to win the political treaties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and i made a analogy. i said, it's like a hostile. imagine you are a parent of a child. then i kidnap him and i ask you for money to get your child back. i'll warn you not to call police, or i'll kill your child. in a moment like this, there's one-sided imbalance on how much the bargaining power both sides have. i'll have more bargaining power than you, and if you don't want to give your money, you'll get your child killed. you'll get loss. you'll be the victim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;BUT, if you give your money to me, then my terrorism act is succeeded. it's because my purpose is fulfilled. you're scared of me, and you dont have bargaining power as big as me. finally i get you surrender. and once a terrorism act succeded, there's always possibility for terrorist to do these wrongdoings again in the next occasions, anytime, in order to achieve what they want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;that's why i agree with indonesian's govt who didn't want to break its diplomatic relationship with australia instead of keeping it and improving it after the tragedy of Bali bombs in 2002. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(sekedar tau aja, org amrik nggak tau ttg bom Bali sama sekali..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;as the terrorists were arrested, we know that by bombing a pub and other spots in Bali, which have many australian civilians as tourists there, they were sending a message both to australia Govt and indonesia govt. first, for australia govt, regarding to PM John Howard who support Israel to occupy Palestine, those terrorists gave a warning for John Howard to withdraw their troops from Palestine. and they sent a message also to indonesia govt to end its diplomatic relationship with aussie govt. if these demands were ignored, they'd make such a chaotic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;situation again and again in indonesia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and bla3x... and bla3x...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;fiuhhh.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;minimal, dengan bilang "saya setuju dengan sikap pemerintah indonesia", aku udah mengekspresikan kebencianku pada terorisme. aku rasa, itu saja sudah cukup....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cukup berat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mengutarakannya.....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;daripada men-defense diri kalo islam cinta damai, islam nggak kenal teroris, atau ceramah agama lainnya, aku rasa pilihanku lebih baik...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;karena semakin kita membela diri, org lain akan semakin menganggap kita bersalah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;((beberapa hari yang lalu, beberapa temen sekelas acap kali mengekspresiin stigma buruk mereka terhadap Islam. dan setiap kali aku berusaha meluruskan, selalu aja didebat. pernah suatu hari temen sekelasku, yang pamannya tentara AS &amp;amp; sekarang ada di Irak, ngedebat pendapatku untuk narik pasukan AS dari Irak. Entah cuma perasaanku aja atau nggak, dia jadi sinis sama aku. sejak debat itu juga, temen2 sekelasku yang lain jadi nggak se-welcome waktu pertama mereka kenalan sama aku...setiap pendapatku selalu didebat...))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;nggak mudah ternyata untuk mengubah pandangan orang lain ... setelah mereka melewati sejarah yang sangat menyakitkan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;huffff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;eeehhh, baruuuuu aja ibu kirim email yang isinya ttg gimana cara ngadepin stigma org amrik ke org islam pasca 9/11. sebagian isinya berbunyi......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wah susah jadi orang islam kalau spt ini. Tapi mbak nung harus menunjukkan sikap penuh empati dan sayang kepada mereka. Mbak nung katakan bahewa agama islam adalah agama kedamaian, yang membawa pesan kebaikan , saling tolong menolong meskipun lintas agama, yang berisi pedoman lengkap tentang kehidupan dari sudut manapun ada. Tapi mbak nung juga harus akui bahwa ada juga orang jahat yang berlindung di bawah islam , sperti juga orang jahat banyak yang berlindung dibalik agama - agama lain. yng melegalkan perang yang bisa membawa kematian banyak orang tak berdosa. Terus terang sebagai penganut agama islam , agama pembawa kedamaian dunia , mbak nung tidak setuju dengan apapun segala bentuk teror ataupun perang yang di timbulkan oleh orang - orang jahat dari agama manapun. Hanya karena ingin berkuasa secara politik dan diperhitungkan oleh dunia, dengan mengorbankan orang - orang tak berdosa. Mbak nung benci kepada orang jahat yang haus akan kekuasaan politik dengan mengatasnamakan agama sebagai pijakan untuk berkuasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa perlu mengulas siapa pun orangnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salam mbak nung&lt;br /&gt;ibu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yahhh..... ibu.... telat ngirimnya..... =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tapi nggak pa-pa... kurasa hari ini kelas US History-ku menyenangkan. memuaskan. karena biasanya aku nggak banyak bicara di kelas, tapi hari ini iya. dan insyaAllah, apa yang kusampaikan, bisa memberi kesan positif ke siswa2 lainnya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;alhamdulillahirrobbil alaminn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oke, sekarang jam 11:11 malem waktu ohio. aku harus segera tidur. besok insyaAllah mesti bangun pagi untuk sahur.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(yeyeyyyyy!!!!! ramadhan juga akhirnya ^^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ciaO..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-2312736536991235334?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2312736536991235334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=2312736536991235334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/2312736536991235334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/2312736536991235334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-first-912-in-usa.html' title='my first 9/12 in USA..'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-2674872310177580697</id><published>2007-09-12T03:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:01:01.425+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>my first 9/11 in USA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;salam alaika...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi all..sekarang pukul 16:32 waktu ohio..aku baru pulang sekolah..di sekolah tadi, pas jam pelajaran terakhir, aku belajar US History...tapi hari ini spesial nggak ada pe-er dan nggak belajar...soalnya kita ngediskusiin ttg tragedi 9/11..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tragedi yang nggak hanya menewaskan banyak warga sipil amrik, tapi juga mencoreng nama baik islam.. di mata dunia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan karena ini di amrik..semua orang bebas mengeluarkan pendapat...begitu juga temen2 sekelasku yg org amrik...mereka ngomongin ttg islam extrimis, osama bin laden, dan crazy terrorists..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada siswi yang bilang, dia pernah ngunjungi suatu mesjid. dan karena ulama di mesjid itu berasal dari daerah yg sama dengan daerah asal osama (usamah) bin laden (ladin), makanya isinya "Allahu akbar, Allah is has greatest power of all.."dan siswi yang duduk di belakangku bilang.. "that's crazy.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan ada juga siswi yang bilang, kalo dia nggak percaya kalo osama bin laden yang patut bertanggung jawab atas peristiwa ini.. tapi, dia nggak punya bukti untuk kalimatnya itu..&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya, karena banyak siswa yang mulai menyebut2 islam dan terdengar menyalahkannya.. Mr. Cuda, guruku, mulai membahas ttg Islam dan 2 agama pendahulunya, Yahudi dan Kristiani..serta sejarahnya yang hampir sama.. bermula dari Nabi Ibrahim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114255240110131042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Rvl8C11xx2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/4yugxVfjG54/s320/911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah itu, pak guru memintaku untuk menjelaskan sedikit ttg islam. banyak yang ingin aku ungkapin saat itu--ttg miskonsepsi jihad, ttg ideologi, apapun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku coba untuk memulai dari yang sederhana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku jelasin ttg Allah-- as the arabic word of God-- means, bukan berarti Allah, tuhannya orang Islam, adalah satu2nya Tuhan yang org Islam anggap plg benar diantara Tuhan2 yang lain..&lt;br /&gt;tidak ada tuhan selain Allah, means, we cannot worship anything but God. we cannot worship statue, we cannot worship a person, or even a prophet.&lt;br /&gt;and so on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalu pak guru balik lagi ke topik 9/11.. ngejelasin isi blackbox 2 pesawat yang menabrak WTC..isinya ttg para hijackers yg ngegunain pisau utk membunuh penumpang pesawat, utk menakuti penumpang yg lain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di akhir pertemuan, salah seorang temanku, yang mulai jdi sahabatku, bercerita ke kelas, ttg bibinya yg berada di wtc waktu itu, dan smp sekarang keluarganya tdk bisa menemukan jasadnya. dia menangis di kelas...dan kelas pun hening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya bel berbunyi. dan hari ini, masih, kita nggak dikasih pe-er, karena besok, kita akan ngelanjutin ngebahas 9/11..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan waktu berjalan ke luar kelas, pak guru memanggil."kartika, i hope you want to tell more about islam tomorrow. as you can see, many of your friends don't know about islam...and they wanted to know.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku setuju. dan akhirnya aku pulang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck for tomorrow guys...&lt;br /&gt;i'll prepare myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-2674872310177580697?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2674872310177580697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=2674872310177580697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/2674872310177580697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='info'/><title type='text'>buku terlarisku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/62/Kite_runner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/62/Kite_runner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="First paperback edition book cover" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Kite_runner.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="First paperback edition book cover" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Kite_runner.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/62/Kite_runner.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="First paperback edition book cover" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Kite_runner.jpg"&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/31480619-7518131846313369350?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7518131846313369350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=7518131846313369350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/7518131846313369350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/7518131846313369350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/09/buku-terlarisku.html' title='buku terlarisku'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-821799438983637308</id><published>2007-09-08T20:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T12:30:35.548+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>my wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Aku ingin menjadi seorang wanita,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;bukan anak-anak yang merengek, jika keinginannya tak terpenuhi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Aku ingin menjadi pohon rindang yang bisa melindungi orang-orang dari panas hujan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;bukan air yang selalu mengikuti ke mana arah drainase bermuara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Aku ingin hidupku dihiasi indahnya cinta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;yang selalu ikhlas memaafkan, yang penuh penerimaan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-821799438983637308?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/821799438983637308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=821799438983637308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;making my way downtown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walking fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;faces passed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm home bound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;staring blankly ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just making my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;making a waythrough the crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i need you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now i wonder....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i could fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;into the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do you think time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would pass me by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'cause you know i'd walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a thousand miles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i could just see you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's always times like these&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i think of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i wonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you ever think of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'cause everything's so wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i don't belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;living in your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;precious memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'cause i need you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now i wonder....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i could fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in to the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do you think time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would pass me by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'cause you know i'd walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a thousand miles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i could just see you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i, idon't want to let you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i, i drown in your memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i, i don't want to let this go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i, i don't...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-7029939339394453706?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7029939339394453706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=7029939339394453706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/7029939339394453706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/7029939339394453706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/07/thousand-miles.html' title='a thousand miles'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-1812714156813349443</id><published>2007-07-07T12:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T12:30:01.423+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Politik Bersih, Adakah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pertanyaan itu muncul kala aku mendengar banyak orang berujar, “politik itu kotor”. Banyak orang yang bahkan berkata, politik itu busuk. Jika kemarin seseorang “menyogok” simpatisan agar dirinya dipilih menjadi pejabat, setelah dipilih, eh dia malah jadi penjahat. Mmm... dan kalo kita belajar sejarah, kayaknya politik juga nggak pernah lekang dengan pro-kontra. .Jangankan di kursi pemerintahan, banyak mahasiswa pun mengaku kalo politik yang mereka jalanin itu ngga bersih dan banyak intriknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah politik memang hanya seperti itu? Adakah politik yg bersih? Kalau nggak ada, kenapa mesti ada jurusan politik? (halah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo secara harfiah sih, politik kelihatannya bersih. Politik, dipahami sebagai suatu proses pembentukan dan pembagian kekuasaan dalam masyarakat yang antara lain berwujud proses pembuatan keputusan, khususnya dalam negara. Dan kalo menurut teori klasik Aristoteles, politik adalah usaha yang ditempuh warga negara untuk mewujudkan kebaikan bersama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, kalo segitu mulianya politik, kenapa banyak orang menyebut politik itu kotor? Dan kenapa ketika seseorang dijegal temannya sendiri hingga terjungkal dari kursi empuk pemerintahannya, maka orang lalu berkomentar, “yaa..itulah politik”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya, kalo kita mau berpikir secara jernih, kita bisa bikin analogi. Politik itu ibarat air. Basically, nggak ada tuh istilah air kotor. Karena semua air sebenernya bersih. Kalo orang menyebutnya air kotor, sebenernya maksudnya adalah air itu tercemar oleh kotoran. Kalo nggak percaya, coba air itu disaring baik-baik pake penyaring koloid, pasti akan terpisah mana air bersih mana kotoran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sama halnya dengan politik. &lt;strong&gt;Politik juga pada dasarnya bersih&lt;/strong&gt;. Seperti air tadi, politik kotor berarti politik yang tercemari kotoran. Kotoran itu adalah orang-orang yang bermain di dalamnya. Politikus yang mengunakan pikiran kotor akan memperkaya dirinya dengan uang berlimpah dari politik. Uang itu kelak disebut uang kotor. Uang kotor itu lalu dipergunakan lagi untuk mendapatkan kekuasaan lebih. Dan mungkin karena itulah politik dan segala elemen yang ada di dalamnya disebut kotor oleh orang-orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084322725835360914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Ro8klMzcypI/AAAAAAAAAB4/whGNR9nrO9M/s400/GBR-C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politik zaman sekarang juga identik dengan orang-orang yang ambisius. Sebenernya nggak salah sih, tapi yang sekarang terjadi, setelah pemilihan pemimpin lewat politik, dimana calonnya mengajukan diri, biasanya akan berdampak negatif pada si target setelah diangkat. Walau nggak semua kasus begitu. Bandingin sama zaman nabi. Para sahabat malah saling menunjuk satu sama lain dan saling mempromosikan untuk menjadi pemimpin. Bukannya mengajukan diri apalagi rebutan kekuasaan. Atau nggak usah jauh-jauh deh, kalo kita mau solat berjama’ah aja, orang-orang tidak rebutan untuk jadi imam. Biasanya yang dituakan yang dipersilahkan untuk jadi imam. Maka untuk jadi pemimpin politik, seyogyanyalah kita bersikap sama. Pemilihan didasarkan pada kesepakatan publik, bukan pencalonan diri yang saat ini diterapkan di Negara2 demokrasi. &lt;strong&gt;Karena kekuasaan pada dasarnya adalah amanah dari Tuhan yang berat&lt;/strong&gt;, bahkan beerrrraaaaaat banget. Jadi nggak panteslah kita gontok2an untuk ndapetin ini. Iya kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan bener juga, kalo jadi imam solat berjama’ah kok nggak ada yang gontok2an yah? Apa karena kurang menggiurkan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coba kita bayangkan, bagaimana jadinya jika sebuah Negara dimanage dengan politik kotor, piktor, permainan kotor, intrik kotor, dan segala yang kotor lainnya. Mau jadi apa negeri itu? Kasihan rakyatnya, jadi korban kelakuan kotor orang-orang yang mereka beri amanah. Budaya politik yang begini ini nih, harus segera dibabat habis…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi masalahnya, banyak politikus yang udah di-label “kotor” sama rakyat gara-gara ulah mereka di dunia politik yang memang kotor, tapi si politikus malah nggak mau ndengerin. Setiap kali diingetin, malah ada yang berkomentar bahwa politik kotor itu hal yang sudah biasa dilakukan, dan udah seharusnya kita berlatih untuk menghadapi hal-hal seperti itu. Politik kotor itu bisa jadi lebih parah, bahkan bisa sampai taruhan nyawa. Jadi kita harus udah siap melihat kenyataan pahit politik dari sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa ya, kok kita disuruh memaklumi politik kotor? Gimana nanti dengan generasi penerus bangsa yang insya Allah jadi politikus2 selanjutnya? Bukankah memaklumi politik yang kotor, akan mendorong kita untuk memaklumi tindakan kotor kita kelak di dunia politik? Trus, mau sampai kapan negeri kita akan bersih dari politik kotor? Sampai kapan kita masih mau berkutat dengan politik kotor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sebuah kesalahan itu nggak seharusnya selalu dimaklumi. Budaya memaklumi di Indonesia mestinya segera dipangkas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke, untuk memangkasnya memang nggak mudah. Tapi, &lt;strong&gt;kita bisa kok mulai dari diri sendiri&lt;/strong&gt;. Karena kalo bukan dari kita sendiri, lalu siapa lagi? Kalo sebuah kesalahan dibiarkan berlaku terus-menerus di Negara ini, sampai kapan kita akan berubah? Kelak anak-cucu kita pun akan melihat dan mencontoh perbuatan kita ini. Bila kita tak mau anak-cucu kita bersama2 terjerembab dalam jurang politik kotor, berarti sudah waktunya kita berubah. Minimal, nggak men-stigma-kan dan menyebut politik sebagai hal yang kotor. Kalopun ada kotoran di situ, selayaknyalah kita bersihkan. Dan bukannya malah memakluminya. Oke? Kalo ada politik yang bersih, kenapa kita masih mau yang kotor? =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-1812714156813349443?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1812714156813349443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=1812714156813349443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/1812714156813349443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/1812714156813349443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/07/politik-bersih-adakah-pertanyaan-itu.html' title=''/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/Ro8klMzcypI/AAAAAAAAAB4/whGNR9nrO9M/s72-c/GBR-C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-5051656313521626449</id><published>2007-07-05T18:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T18:27:48.455+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>. . . t e m a n . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bila pernah kau sapa aku&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa kini kau tak seramah itu&lt;br /&gt;Bila dulu kau adalah pemberi berita baik bagiku&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa kini kau selalu diam membisu&lt;br /&gt;Bila bisumu karena masalah yang kau hadapi&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa tak kau ceritakan padaku&lt;br /&gt;Bila dulu kau menganggapku teman terbaikmu&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa kau kini seolah tak menyadari keberadaanku&lt;br /&gt;Bila hatimu sendu&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa kau biarkan dirimu larut di dalamnya&lt;br /&gt;Bila kau merasa bimbang dan hampa&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa kau tak datang padaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ini temanmu&lt;br /&gt;Aku bahkan sahabatmu&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin itu bukanlah apa-apa bagimu&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kepercayaanmu sangat berarti bagiku&lt;br /&gt;Aku rela mendengarkan curhatanmu sampai kau tertidur&lt;br /&gt;Aku rela tak banyak bicara ketika kau butuh didengarkan&lt;br /&gt;Aku selalu ingin memelukmu setiap saat&lt;br /&gt;Aku senang setiap bisa membuatmu senang&lt;br /&gt;Aku bangga setiap kau beri kepercayaan&lt;br /&gt;Itu karena engkau sangat berarti bagiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke..&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin aku tak selalu ada untukmu&lt;br /&gt;Di saat puncak kau membutuhkanku,&lt;br /&gt;Aku malah tak di sisimu&lt;br /&gt;Kau boleh saja berpikir,&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya berguna justru di saat kau tak butuh aku&lt;br /&gt;Tapi percayalah, aku tak pernah mengharapkan hal itu terjadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini kau masih membisu&lt;br /&gt;Baik, kalau begitu,&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak akan memaksamu bicara&lt;br /&gt;Aku akan rela mendengarkan sikapmu itu&lt;br /&gt;Aku rela tak banyak bicara sampai kau bicara&lt;br /&gt;Tapi berjanjilah, kau akan segera bangkit dari sedihmu&lt;br /&gt;Walau mungkin aku bukanlah siapa-siapa untukmu&lt;br /&gt;Tapi percayalah, aku tak tahan melihatmu tak bahagia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aku akan tetap di sini, di sisimu, teman..&lt;br /&gt;Menanti saat kau kembali ceria lagi&lt;br /&gt;Kapanpun kau butuh aku, datanglah&lt;br /&gt;Aku akan memelukmu erat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Percayalah, kau sangat berarti bagiku&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-5051656313521626449?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5051656313521626449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=5051656313521626449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/5051656313521626449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/5051656313521626449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/07/t-e-m-n.html' title='. . . t e m a n . . .'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-5918456818177750444</id><published>2007-07-05T15:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T18:13:01.749+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lirik lagu'/><title type='text'>Bila Waktu Tlah Berakhir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bagaimana kau merasa bangga&lt;br /&gt;Akan dunia yang sementara&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimanakah bila semua hilang dan pergi&lt;br /&gt;Meninggalkan dirimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimanakah bila saatnya&lt;br /&gt;Waktu terhenti tak kau sadari&lt;br /&gt;Masikah ada jalan bagimu untuk kembali&lt;br /&gt;Mengulangkan masa lalu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunia dipenuhi dengan hiasan&lt;br /&gt;Semua dan segala yang ada akanKembali padaNya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila waktu tlah memanggil&lt;br /&gt;Teman sejati hanyalah amal&lt;br /&gt;Bila waktu telah terhenti&lt;br /&gt;Teman sejati tingallah sepi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[*Opick]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-5918456818177750444?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5918456818177750444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=5918456818177750444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/5918456818177750444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/5918456818177750444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/07/bila-waktu-tlah-berakhir.html' title='Bila Waktu Tlah Berakhir'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-1607504293842642908</id><published>2007-07-04T23:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:05:33.276+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>Am I Kinky?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ade9ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Kartika Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;p&gt;i went to a site, i forgot what the name is.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(and i have no willing at all to remember it..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i typed my name, and the result then occured..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;here is the result..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#d1f3ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K is for Keen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is for Artistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R is for Radiant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T is for Tasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is for Important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K is for Kinky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is for Abstract&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyournamemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Name Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;click here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, man.. am I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;KINKY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it must be a joke.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am I..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ugh, tijo.. forget it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just a trivial test, okay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-1607504293842642908?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-5924311590428672992</id><published>2007-07-01T06:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:20:38.908+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><title type='text'>Tafakur Alam ROHIS 1 DEPOK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assalamualaikum wr wb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insya Allah, ROHIS 1 DEPOK akan mengadakan Tafakur Alam pada tanggal 11-12 Juli 2007, di daerah Parung-Bogor.&lt;br /&gt;Mohon masukan saran dari akhi &amp;amp; ukhti fillah, untuk mata acara, pilihan lokasi dll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROHIS 1 DEPOK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-6748902837292602290</id><published>2007-06-30T20:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:06:05.710+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>Kangen nge-Band</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RoZZ2MzcygI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uM7pWp3UHuU/s1600-h/tijo_gitar.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081848017219013122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RoZZ2MzcygI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uM7pWp3UHuU/s320/tijo_gitar.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;*kpn nge band lgiie ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;abbaaaallll . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-6748902837292602290?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6748902837292602290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=6748902837292602290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/6748902837292602290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/6748902837292602290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/06/kangen-nge-band_30.html' title='Kangen nge-Band'/><author><name>.: Kartika 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0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RoZWkszcydI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VjHSUd9yrqQ/s400/cleveland2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CLEVELAND.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081845126706022882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RoZXN8zcyeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Eu12JxagdOE/s400/cleveland3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'M COMIIIING...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081844143158512066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RoZWUszcycI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Az3BHsjZPvY/s400/cleveland1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-3096452265665923980?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3096452265665923980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=3096452265665923980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/3096452265665923980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/3096452265665923980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/06/cleveland.html' title=''/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RoZWkszcydI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VjHSUd9yrqQ/s72-c/cleveland2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-985782217529780500</id><published>2007-06-24T21:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:20:58.123+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>TTM, teman TAPI...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RoZcEszcyhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/THox9pnu7mA/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081850465350371858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RoZcEszcyhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/THox9pnu7mA/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tau TTM ga? Atau istilah lamanya.. HTS..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remaja mana sih yang nggak tahu.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secara... saat memasuki usia remaja, kita udah mulai tertarik sama lawan jenis. Otomatis pengennya deket mulu antara satu jenis dengan jenis lainnya.&lt;br /&gt;Banyak teman-teman kita yang memilih pacaran supaya bisa terus menjaga kedekatannya dengan orang yang disukainya. Tapi… gimana kalo ternyata, ada lebih dari satu orang yang kita sukai? Haruskah kita memacari semua orang itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atau, ada juga golongan orang pecinta kebebasan. Walaupun mereka petualang sejati, mereka bukanlah orang naïf yang gak punya keinginan untuk dekat dengan lawan jenis… Bedanya dengan yang memilih pacaran, mereka lebih suka kebebasan, ga terikat dan terbebani dengan status… Kalo dipikir2, dari sinilah lahir istilah status TTM alias temen tapi mesra itu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo buat aku pribadi sih, &lt;strong&gt;TTM means what someone tends to be when he/she loves another but they don’t have any clear commitment&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Komitmen apa pun itu. Baik hanya pacaran atau sampai ke taraf pernikahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang2 yg menikmati kebebasan jelas akan memilih TTM. Buat mereka, TTM lebih menantang dan menyenangkan daripada pacaran. Karena… dengan TTM dan tanpa status, kita bisa menjalin kedekatan dengan banyak orang, bermesra2an dengan banyak orang, jalan bareng dengan pasangan yang selalu bisa diganti, &lt;strong&gt;tanpa sedikitpun terbebani dengan ke-posesif-an dan kecemburuan dari pasangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Istilahnya… yang penting, gue suka, dia enjoy. Kita sama2 menikmati kedekatan ini, jadi jalanin aja. Gausa dibikin ribet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. maybe so.. he :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya sih… kalo diperhatiin, &lt;strong&gt;TTM-an sama pacaran tuh sama aja. Bedanya cuma di komitmen-nya, that’s all&lt;/strong&gt;. Kalo udah pacaran, otomatis kita harus selalu care setiap saat dengan pasangan kita, merhatiin si dia, dengerin uneg2nya, nyenengin dia, ngehibur dia, menyanjung dia… intinya kita harus selalu ada untuknya. Kadang kita juga harus jaim-an. Belom lagi, kalo pasangan kita posesifan, begh… bisa2, hanya gara2 jalan bareng atau lagi ada bisnis sama orang lain aja, kita dituduh ada affair… trus kita mesti ngasih penjelasan lah, minta maaf lah... yah dengan segala ubo rampe nya sampai pacar kita percaya lagi sama kita…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kalo TTM, hal2 kaya gitu jelas bukanlah suatu keharusan… Karena kita kan bukan milik si dia. So what gitu kalo gue jalan sama orang lain? Gue kan bukan kepunyaan lo, jadi lo nggak punya hak untuk ngatur2 hidup gue dan hubungan gue dengan orang lain…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak orang yang sebel sama TTM-ers. Knapa? Coba kuberi gambaran ya.. misalnya, ada satu pasangan yg sama-sama suka, terus yg cewek maunya pacaran, yg cowok maunya cuma have fun. Gimana si cewek itu jadi ngga sebel sama cowok yg ga seriusan kaya gitu?&lt;br /&gt;Gambaran lain, misalnya, ada seseorang yang udah punya pacar, tapi masiiih aja TTM-an sama orang lain. Belom lagi kalo yg diajak TTM-an ternyata juga udah punya pacar. Waa… nyebelin bgt kan.. tapi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gapapa sih, selama ga ketauan… tapi itu jahat namanya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapiii…&lt;br /&gt;Menurutku, TTM-an gak selamanya seburuk itu. Balik lagi ke gimana style TTM-an kita (“kita”?)… apakah itu merugikan orang lain atau ngga, apakah alasan &amp;amp; latar belakang kita ber-TTM-an itu baik atau ngga, seberapa jauh kedekatan kita dengan si TTM, dan alasan mengapa kita lebih baik menjadi TTM saja—bukannya pacaran…&lt;br /&gt;Hadoh kalo gitu, TTM itu ga jelas bgt dong batasannya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huff… aduh kok aku jadi bingung sendiri sih ngebahas soal TTM…&lt;br /&gt;Masalahnya tiap orang beda siih... jadi benang merah yg bisa nyimpulin definisi TTM ya hanya soal &lt;strong&gt;tidak adanya komitmen&lt;/strong&gt; itu…&lt;br /&gt;Makin lama… aku makin menyadari…&lt;br /&gt;Harusnya, kalo mau jadi TEMAN ya cukup jadi TEMAN aja… kalau mau minta lebih, ya sekalian aja &lt;strong&gt;PACARAN&lt;/strong&gt; (tidak menyarankan looh) atau &lt;strong&gt;NIKAH&lt;/strong&gt; aja (ini baru disarankan)…&lt;br /&gt;Kalau belum sanggup? Ya udah.. &lt;strong&gt;cukup berTEMAN&lt;/strong&gt; aja…&lt;br /&gt;Apaan tuh istilah teman tapi mesra? Sesama jenis si kaga ape-ape. Nah… kalo lawan jenis?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm… hati-hati…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grey Zone&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Sungguh, laki-laki dan perempuan Muslim, laki-laki dan perempuan Mukmin, laki-laki dan perempuan yang tetap dalam ketaatannya, laki-laki dan perempuan yang benar, laki-laki dan perempuan yang sabar, laki-laki dan perempuan yang khusyuk, laki-laki dan perempuan yang bersedekah, laki-laki dan perempuan yang memelihara kehormatannya, laki-laki dan perempuan yang banyak menyebut (nama) Allah, Allah telah Menyediakan untuk mereka ampunan dan pahala yang besar.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QS. Al-Ahzab : 35&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-985782217529780500?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/985782217529780500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=985782217529780500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/985782217529780500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/985782217529780500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/06/ttm-teman-tapi.html' title='TTM, teman TAPI...'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RoZcEszcyhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/THox9pnu7mA/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-5819998535482950661</id><published>2007-06-16T23:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:21:29.599+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>Types of Debaters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RoZe88zcyiI/AAAAAAAAABA/Uq5K-3pAuWU/s1600-h/tiJo_piCs+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life’s excellent,&lt;br /&gt;Kalo kita memperjuangkannya dengan sungguh-sungguh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm….&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, akhirnya aku yg setim debate brg Sarah n Brame, dpt juga yg di UP. U kno, this is likely a grudge for me since I failed it last year in the preliminary round..(padahal udah bareng sama Kak Yogi n Kak Lulu tuh..tp msh kalah juga…hiks…), but once again, thank God, tim smansa berhasil memperjuangkan kesempatan kali ini dengan sungguh2…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi entah kenapa, di lomba kali ini, aku ngerasa lebih… mmm .. apa ya.. lebih.. mak nyus! Yap, that’s it. Mungkin karena ini kali pertama aku debat sama Sarah and Bram kali yaa? Maksudku, biasanya kan kalo sama Oline n Mita, aku tuh ngerasa pede untuk menang sejak awal pertandingan, secara Mita and Oline are really tough debaters.. Tapi kalo sama mereka, aku nggak ngerasa pewe aja kalo ngobrol… apalagi pas casebuild… nyambung sih nyambung.. tapi nggak mak nyus deh! Malah saling adu argument sendiri… Bedanya… kalo sama Bram and Sarah… kita semua kompak abis… ga ada kesenjangan (secara kita kemampuannya rata)… semua punya hak untuk didengar… semua punya cara berpikir yg hampir sama deh… enak makanya… jadi pas casebuild nggak saling berdebat sendiri dalam satu team… tapi kalo punya ide, jadinya saling sahut menyahut nambahin seasik pantun… halah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, aku bersyukur bisa kecemplung di dunia perdebatan. particularly, hi school English debating.. banyak bgt manfaatnya... seriously! Dan setelah sekian kali aku ikut debate, menganalisa, mengamati, dan menghayati substansi2 yg ada di debate competitions… I have found something….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kalo sebenernya, ada dua tipe debaters…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Debater tipe pertama&lt;/strong&gt;, itu adalah tipe-tipe org yg ikut lomba debat sekedar untuk have fun, untuk mengejar kemenangan, untuk mbagus2in CV-nya, untuk dapet penghasilan dari hadiahnya, atau sekedar adu banyak2an factual data yg bisa mereka dpt dari media ttg suatu issue. Tipe inilah yang paling banyak aku temui di banyak lomba. Ciri2 debater tipe ini yaitu pas lagi debat, biasanya mereka terlalu mengagungkan argumen2nya dan terlalu merendahkan lawan. Sebagian dari mereka malah mudah men-slander or insult the opponents. Padahal, nggak diiringi dengan enough elaboration ttg di mana kesalahan lawan, dan mengapa mereka lebih bener daripada lawan. Intinya, bisanya nyalah2in doang. Sebagian omongannya (sorry) nyolot abis, bahkan mereka yang kelewatan, cenderung memutarbalikkan fakta, atau bisa aja malah nyiptain fakta bo’ong2an, demi bisa menyupport argument mereka yg bukan rahasia publik lagi, alias argument “itu-itu mulu” yang semua orang juga tahu, alias… dangkal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Debater tipe kedua&lt;/strong&gt;, itu adalah tipe2 orang yg ikut lomba debat, untuk benar2 menjadi good speaker yg bisa meyakinkan orang dengan logical arguments dan attitude mereka. Mereka biasanya nggak hanya menggunakan factual data sebagai satu2nya senjata untuk men support argument mereka, atau, mereka bahkan menomorduakannya. Bagi mereka, data nggak terlalu penting, as long as mereka ngerti bener philosophical background dari suatu issue. Orang2 tipe ini jarang terdengar menghina atau terlalu sibuk mencari2 kesalahan dari tim lawan, dan nggak terlalu repot mengurusi/ me rebutt hal-hal kecil yg ga penting/ ga relevan dgn motion dari lawan. Ciri2 org tipe ini, pas mereka casebuild, mereka ngga terlalu banyak bawa matter. Karena biasanya mereka udah baca sebelumnya. Paling2 Cuma bawa note kecil untuk nyatet kalo ada tanggal penting or nama penting lainnya which will be involved in the debate. Trus, pas debate sama mereka, nggak akan deh kita nyasar. Soalnya mereka udah punya mind map and signpost gitu yang bakal ngarahin tuh debate mncapai tujuan. Argumen debater tipe ini, biasanya juga lebih dalem daripada arguments in the same issue pada umumnya, karena mereka bener2 mikirin secara filosofis sampe ke akar2nya, whether or not we should support sumthing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RoZjyszcymI/AAAAAAAAABg/eJYYfDr4gXQ/s1600-h/debat.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081858952205748834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RoZjyszcymI/AAAAAAAAABg/eJYYfDr4gXQ/s400/debat.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The question is…. Where were we now? Are we the first or second type of debaters?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um… kalo aku sendiri sih… hehe..to be honest… in approx. all of the debate competitions I participate in… I really am the 1st type. Hahaha… well, harap maklum aja yah. Cos we’re talking about hi school debating which sucks! (ooops…hihi…).. U know, most of hi school debaters are kinds of that type. Seriously. That’s the truth. Trust me. They really are, except some minor groups.. which are hi schoolers also actually, but the difference is…they got some kinds of lecture/training from the older and more experienced debaters.. such as those who are in already in varsities. Varsity debaters who started their career since hi school or younger, must be good speakers, kalo mereka bener2 belajar dari masa lalu. Most of them, or .. we can say… what they’re supposed to be.. is the second type. Secara anak kuliah, mulai dari pikirannya, analisa kasusnya, ways to solve problems nya, and decision making nya harus lebih mantap dari anak sekolahan. And cos of that beliefs, usually, those who are more experienced in debating, will be asked to coach the hi schoolers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the thing is, there are also two types of debate coach…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since the types are contrary, we cannot guarantee that all varsity debaters who become the coaches, will bring a significant change n progress among the hi schoolers…&lt;br /&gt;Cos why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos, tipe pertama pelatih debat, adalah tipe2 coach yg mmm.. umumnya mereka tau banyak. Banyak banget malah, tentang issue yg bakal didebatin sama hi schoolers. Saking tahunya, mereka share deh tu argumen2 mereka ke hi schoolers. They probably say, “Hey guys, if you get the affirmative, then you have to say bla bla bla.. If you get the negative, then you have to say bla bla bla… If you oppose a policy, and you need some solution, then you have the give the solution which is bla bla bla or bla bla bla.” Tipe2 pendikte lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the second type is, those who knows many things about the issue that will be debated, but they’re just keeping the hi schoolers to think and to find the arguments themselves. I mean, mereka lebih sering bertanya pada hi schoolers, rather than explaining. Hal pertama yang mereka lakukan setelah ngeliat motion yg bakal di discuss is… asking, “Guys, what do you know about the issue?” or “Do you know anything about the issue? Tell me,” Then, they’ll ask, “Just think. What is something wrong or good about this policy? What is the clash? What are we trying to debate with this motion? Why are some people in favour with it, and why are the rest not?” Itu lah mereka. They will lead the hi schoolers to make such a brainstorming. They’re trine build a critical mind within the hi schoolers. Ngga Cuma sekedar bagi2 ilmu aja, atau dlm kata lain, nyuapin. Mereka mungkin ngasih juga sih, tapi sedikit. Sisanya, harus dipikir sendiri ma hi schoolers, sambil diarahin terus ma mereka agar pikirannya be mapped n ga nyasar/ngalor ngidul. Dan tipe2 coach inilah, yang slowly, but surely, bakal mencerdaskan murid2nya. (Amin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why, first type of hi school debater, seharusnya dapet coach yang tipe kedua. Supaya, pikiran mereka berkembang dan maju. Dan mereka akan menyadari, kalo debat ga Cuma sekedar ngejar menang aja, tapi debat adalah pembentuk karakter n pikiran mereka, agar selalu kritis menganalisa dan menghadapi hitam putihnya suatu permasalahan. Jangan mudah membebek pikiran orang-orang, kalo kita sendiri belom memikirkannya dengan kepala dingin. Jangan mudah mengkritik suatu kebijakan dan menyalah2kannya, kalo kita nggak punya solusi yang lebih baik dari policy itu. Dan Jangan mudah menelan suatu opini, kalo ga ditelusuri dulu kebenarannya. Kayak yang udah difirmankan Allah dalam Al Qur’an, kalo dikasih berita dari orang fasik, nggak seharusnya kita langsung percaya, tapi harus cek and ricek dulu lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan alhamdulillah, english club smansa punya coach yang tipe kedua… thanks dan salut buat coach tercinta… Kak Taufik… (masa depan anak ec insya Allah bagus kalo kita tetep pertahanin status quo, hehe…) cos after three times working with him, smansa’s teams are growing better in terms of thinking philosophically and creating better solutions.. that’s why we deserve better in competitions… hehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a good debater, or excellent debater, barely needs a very long period of time. But it shouldn’t be our burden, cos this really is the consequence if we wanna be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cos life would be excellent, if we seriously strive for the best…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-5819998535482950661?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5819998535482950661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=5819998535482950661&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/5819998535482950661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/5819998535482950661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/06/lifes-excellent.html' title='Types of Debaters'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RoZjyszcymI/AAAAAAAAABg/eJYYfDr4gXQ/s72-c/debat.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-1287852404694424694</id><published>2007-06-15T18:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:12:23.906+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>206 days in blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RoZjDczcylI/AAAAAAAAABY/FTIcxY0Ry6k/s1600-h/lukis06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081858140456929874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RoZjDczcylI/AAAAAAAAABY/FTIcxY0Ry6k/s320/lukis06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Setiap kali ku bersamanya&lt;br /&gt;Mendengar suaranya, mendengarnya tertawa&lt;br /&gt;Membuatku tertawa&lt;br /&gt;Apakah Kau juga merasakan kebahagiaan ini, Tuhan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap kali ku mengenang senyumannya&lt;br /&gt;Mengingat tangisannya…&lt;br /&gt;Apakah Kau juga merasakan rindu ini, Tuhan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun…&lt;br /&gt;Setiap kali ku menyadari&lt;br /&gt;Bahwa aku tak bisa bersamanya&lt;br /&gt;Apakah Kau juga merasakan pedih ini, Tuhan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah 206 hari sejak ia mengatakan perasaannya padaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku baru menyadari, selama itulah aku berharap ia tahu&lt;br /&gt;Aku juga menyayanginya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selama itu juga, aku berjuang menahan diri&lt;br /&gt;Dari semua yang Engkau larang&lt;br /&gt;Berjuang menjaga diri&lt;br /&gt;Seperti yang Engkau perintahkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan…&lt;br /&gt;Sampai kapan ini akan berakhir?&lt;br /&gt;Berapa lama lagi aku harus lelah bersabar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan…&lt;br /&gt;Aku sungguh-sungguh mencintaiMu, dan&lt;br /&gt;Aku juga bersungguh-sungguh dalam mencintainya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka berikanlah jalan yang mulia bagiku tuk mencintainya&lt;br /&gt;Atau bila memang tak ada jalan lain&lt;br /&gt;Lapangkanlah dadaku&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun harus tertatih-tatih aku bertahan di jalanMu&lt;br /&gt;Berikanlah aku secuil kekuatanMu&lt;br /&gt;Yang akan menjadi penghapus air mataku, setiap kali…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuingin dia tahu, bahwa aku mencintainya…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RoZiVczcykI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cEoOwTJbxsw/s1600-h/tijo_boneka.psd.jpg"&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/31480619-1287852404694424694?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1287852404694424694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=1287852404694424694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/1287852404694424694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/1287852404694424694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/06/206-days-in-blue.html' title='206 days in blue'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RoZjDczcylI/AAAAAAAAABY/FTIcxY0Ry6k/s72-c/lukis06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-4186927396247559911</id><published>2007-03-25T10:14:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:21:29.654+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>Cinta yang ikhlas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RoZkwczcynI/AAAAAAAAABo/_jWl-IPAIAk/s1600-h/qulub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081860013062670962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RoZkwczcynI/AAAAAAAAABo/_jWl-IPAIAk/s320/qulub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Setiap luka pasti akan terobati, bila kita mencinta karena-Nya”&lt;br /&gt;(De Veha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subhanallah..&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh dewasa kata-kata itu. Buatku, kalimat di atas bukan hanya sekedar kalimat, tapi juga… semangat. Bagaikan oasis di gurun hatiku yang amat sangat tandus. Mengingatkan kita bahwa cinta adalah suatu keajaiban yang dianugerahkan Tuhan, yang kemudian menyelinap ke lubuk hati terdalam. I mean, cinta itu dari Tuhan. Dan sudah selayaknyalah kita mencintai seseorang, atau sesuatu, karena Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mencintai seseorang, cowok. Meskipun aku nggak akan mungkin memilikinya atau menjadi miliknya saat ini, tapi aku bersyukur bisa dekat dengannya. Setiap detik kedekatanku dan kebersamaanku dengannya, membuatku bersyukur. Itu karunia-Nya. Memang, aku hanya bisa menikmatinya saja. Namun itu sudah kuanggap anugerah luar biasa. Kemarin, hari ini, nanti, aku tetap bahagia. Bagiku, semua waktu itu sudah cukup, alhamdulillah…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika aku mencintai seseorang, aku ingin selalu melindunginya. Aku bahkan ingin selalu membelanya, walau aku harus babak belur karenanya. Aku ingin ia selalu berada dalam kebaikan. I wanna save his life. I don’t wanna let him down. Dan aku harus ikhlas melakukan itu semua… Aku pun ingin ia berubah, menjadi lebih baik, meskipun aku tahu, aku tak punya kekuatan untuk itu… Dan meski ia tak sudi kuubah… Aku harus tetap berjuang dengan ikhlas karena Allah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan karena cinta ini dari Tuhan, aku akan mencintainya karena Tuhan dan hanya untuk Tuhan. Untuk itu aku ingin selalu ikhlas menyimpan perasaan yang tulus ini darinya, ikhlas melihatnya bila dengan cewek lain, dan ikhlas menunggunya hingga keajaiban itu datang. Walau sulit menjalaninya, tapi aku akan tetap ikhlas. Hanya itu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selama ini perasaanku tidak pernah berubah. Beberapa kali kucoba menghilangkan perasaan ini, melupakannya, tapi tidak pernah bisa. Terkadang ada rasa cemburu, tetapi aku tidak dapat berbuat apa-apa. Hanya pasrah pada-Nya, ikhlas menerima yang terjadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkadang ada hasrat yang begitu besar muncul, untuk mengatakan hal ini padanya. Namun, sekali lagi, aku hanya bisa ikhlas memendam ini semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan, terima kasih… karena… Engkau tidak hanya menganugerahiku cinta ini, tapi Engkau juga memberiku kesempatan untuk bisa dekat dengannya. Aku sadar Tuhan, Engkau sudah sangat baik padaku, dan karena itu, aku tak akan meminta lebih… Ini semua sudah cukup bagiku… alhamdulillah… Aku tahu batasan apa yang telah Engkau tetapkan, dan karena itu, aku tak mau menjadi hamba yang melampaui batas… Jagalah cinta ini Tuhan, agar tidak ternoda dan mendahului tetapanMu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila kelak ia yang kucinta pergi untuk selamanya, aku tahu kemana aku akan kembali. Hanya padaMu, Tuhan. Karena aku yakin, bila aku mencintainya karenaMu, Engkau tak akan membiarkanku sendiri ketika aku terluka karena cinta ini. Engkau akan memelukku dan menjadi pengobat lukaku. Hingga luka ini sembuh, dan Engkau beri aku hadiah atas kesabaranku…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thanks buat novel Spring of Love nya kak De Veha yang udah menyadarkanku akan arti keikhlasan mencinta)&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/31480619-4186927396247559911?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/4186927396247559911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=4186927396247559911&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/4186927396247559911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/4186927396247559911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/03/cinta-yang-ikhlas.html' title='Cinta yang ikhlas'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RoZkwczcynI/AAAAAAAAABo/_jWl-IPAIAk/s72-c/qulub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-7856078079676991656</id><published>2007-03-22T12:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:22:12.703+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>my 5tuPidiTy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alhamdulillah…&lt;br /&gt;Study tour dah lewat. Wuih, nggak nyangka kemaren bakal jadi hari yang berkesan banget buatku, dan buat temen-temen tentunya. Gimana nggak, first kita ke BATAN, walaupun awalnya nggak ngenakin banget karena mesti ndengerin seorang bapak yang ngomong nggak jelas juntrungnya. Ngebosenin banget awalnya, aku aja yang duduk di depan speaker gede, masih bisa ketiduran (huahaha..) soal tidur tu mah bisa dilakuin anytime, anywhere. Eh, tapi temen-temen juga banyak yang keliatan ngantuk kok. Pak Sugi aja juga sempet ketiduran. Yang penting kita dah masang sound recorder. Jadi nggak ndengerin juga ngga masalah…hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. lama-lama di sana jadi ngerasa fun juga. Kita jadi banyak tahu tentang nuklir. Aku jadi malu sama diriku sendiri. Ternyata banyak yang nggak aku tahu tentang nuklir. Tapi sekarang nggak lagi, jadi insya Allah kelak kalo lomba debat lagi n nemuin motion tentang pro nuklir, udah bisa ngasih argumen yang keren. Tapi sekarang aku malah nggak tahu, alasan apa yang kuat untuk kontra sama litbang n penerapan energi nuklir, wong nuklir berguna kok buat kemanusiaan. Banget malah! (wuaa..kemakan promosi neh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puas di BATAN, kita langsung cabut. Otw to Dufan, beberapa temen termasuk aku sendiri, bisik-bisik nyusun rencana buat ngerjain Juno, ketua kelas qta, yang baru ulang tahun. Trus muncullah ide brilian (menurutku waktu itu). Nde sama Aachan bakal pura-pura nembak Juno, dan nyuruh Juno milih salah satu diantara mereka berdua. Setelah siasat sempurna, Nde sama Aachan yang… asli, nggak banget ngelakuin itu, bersiap.&lt;br /&gt;+/- 1 jam perjalanan, kita tiba juga di Dufan. Pake seragam gitu, agak tengsin juga awalnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita dibagi per kelas, yg masing-masing dipandu sama kakak team fidufa (fisika dufan). Dari jam 2 sampai jam 4, sesi belajar kita. Ada 3 wahana yang mesti diteliti, yaitu Pontang2, bumper car, and the most favourite place for me.. halilintar! Kita sekelas akhirnya mutusin tuk naik halilintar semua. Tapi sebelum itu, Aachan n Nde, di bawah tekananku, melancarkan serangannya.. nembak Juno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juno kaget bo! Mana Senji bilang sama Juno kalo dia mesti milih salah satu dari Aachan atau Nde, paling lambat pas perjalanan pulang di bus. Keliatan banget ekspresi kebingungannya (hahahaha, senangnya bisa ngerjain orang).. Kasian Juno, selama di Dufan, keliatannya nggak menikmati suasana banget. Pas yang lain pada have fun, dia masih larut dengan ekspresi kebingungannya itu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, udah jam 6 sore dan kita mesti balik ke bus. Aku n Adrian yang kepisah dari Nde Senji and Aachan, nungguin Juno di pintu keluar, mau make sure apakah dia udah buat hard decision itu.. Ketemu Juno, kita cegat. Pas aku Tanya, ternyata dia bilang dengan mantapnya, kalo dia udah buat keputusan and udah siap nyatain! Dia udah milih salah satu diantara Nde n Aachan! Trus dia malah bilang, sambil senyum2, kalo dia sebenernya udah ngincer salah satu diantara keduanya sejak lama.. Jadi dia kaget banget pas tu cewek nembak dia duluan! N dia bilang, tapi dia nggak enak sama cewek yang satunya lagi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoaarggh…!! Gila! Parah banget! Nggak nyangka! Aku langsung speechless n gatau mesti ngapain lagi! Adrian juga ikut2an matung lagi. Kasih solusi kek.. Yaudah akhirnya mereka berdua ke bus dan aku jadi salting sendiri di tengah jalan. What have I done?! Ngerencanain ini semua sampai maksa2 Nde n Aachan.. Tapi tebakanku meleset.. Kukira Juno mau nolak dua2nya, secara dia ketua kelas n lulusan NF (apa hubungannya coba?), n yang nembak cewek2 sealim Aachan n Nde gituw.. ternyata salah satu dari Nde n Aachan.. bener2 dia sukai…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus, akhirnya Nde Aachan Senji dkk keluar juga. Aku yang masih salting jadi ribut sendiri.. Aachan n Nde, sumpah, keliatan kaget banget... Dan jadi ngerasa bersalah… (apalagi aku!) Trus Fikri bilang, kita mesti ngebongkar semuanya sebelum Juno nyatain.. I tried to calm myself down.. Jangan sampai Juno nyatain pokoknya! Bisa gempar dunia! N kasian Juno-nya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita balik ke bus. Pas sampai di sana, Juno n Adrian lagi keluar, ngelanjutin pencarian temen kita yang sempet kepisah.. Trus, di bus aku rame sendiri. Yaudah, aku bilang aja ke semua temen2, ntar pas Juno masuk bus lagi, langsung nyanyi Slmt Ultah bareng2.. And I hope everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally…Tadaaa!!! Juno masuk bus and… Happy birthday 2 u… happy birthday 2 u… dll dsb dst.. Kita nyanyi2 n aku pura2 masang muka happy padahal ngerasa bersalah banget dalam hati. Ya habis gimana? Nde ma Aachan langsung deh minta maaf. Nde sih keliatan fine. Tapi Aachan keliatan merasa bersalah banget, sama kayak aku. Nyesel banget deh! Duwh, pusing nih, mesti minta maaf sama Aachan n Juno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaudah karena saking pengecutnya, aku n Senji minta maaf sama Juno sampai 2 kali lewat sms. Padahal Juno duduk nggak jauh di belakang kita. Juno sih bilang gapapa. Tapi kitanya yang tengsin banget.. Sedangkan Aachan, duwh… jadi ngerasa bersalah banget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bener2 deh, orang itu nggak bisa ditebak! Makanya aku nggak mau asal spekulasi lagi. I mean, nggak mau ngelakuin hal bodoh itu lagi! Titik! Niatnya pengen ngerjain orang, malah akunya yg dapet masalah..! Ugh…!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-7856078079676991656?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7856078079676991656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=7856078079676991656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/7856078079676991656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/7856078079676991656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-5tupidity.html' title='my 5tuPidiTy..'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-6326575168298740466</id><published>2007-03-18T18:31:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:22:21.124+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>kriteria cowok idamanKu (ralat)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Hmpfff...aku fikir, aku terlalu ribet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Belom nyadar juga apa? kalo nobody's perfect..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;cowok yang seharusnya jadi idaman tuh, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;sebenernya cuma dua syaratnya:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;1) berilmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;2) berakhlak mulia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;udah, itu tok til!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;kalo bgitu, tunggu apa lagi??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;ayo kita berburu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;(hahahahahaha) :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My Lord,&lt;br /&gt;As I walked on this path&lt;br /&gt;People come and go&lt;br /&gt;I see myself on their faces&lt;br /&gt;Cause they’ve easily made me think like&lt;br /&gt;The way they think&lt;br /&gt;About things in life&lt;br /&gt;When they say: this is the true ones&lt;br /&gt;I follow ‘em&lt;br /&gt;When they say: you wrong!&lt;br /&gt;I’m in pain&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I’m dumb&lt;br /&gt;When they say: it’s not enough&lt;br /&gt;I become angry to You&lt;br /&gt;For giving me such a poor fate&lt;br /&gt;When they think I’m no longer useful&lt;br /&gt;They throw me away to the street&lt;br /&gt;And I become so mess,&lt;br /&gt;That I just want to end this life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Lord,&lt;br /&gt;As time pass through&lt;br /&gt;As ordeals, pain, disasters, and crisis come and go&lt;br /&gt;I’ve made a mental note&lt;br /&gt;I’m all living in this world&lt;br /&gt;Aimed to worship You&lt;br /&gt;I have so many plans and ways&lt;br /&gt;And life choices&lt;br /&gt;Towards You&lt;br /&gt;I believe,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this world will last forever&lt;br /&gt;Every trouble, can be overcome&lt;br /&gt;Why should I feel unsatisfied?&lt;br /&gt;When Your love is palpably clear to feel&lt;br /&gt;When Your promise makes my life joyful and hopeful&lt;br /&gt;When You promise me that I’ll deserve a jaunty future,&lt;br /&gt;If I do things which You said are good&lt;br /&gt;And when You promise that You will not stop&lt;br /&gt;To forgive me, for every mistake I do&lt;br /&gt;I should be thankful of it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, my Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I will surely be confident&lt;br /&gt;To solve any kind of problem&lt;br /&gt;And face others that follow&lt;br /&gt;I want to make crucial decisions in my life&lt;br /&gt;With fresh mind based on strong belief in You&lt;br /&gt;Which are not easy influenced&lt;br /&gt;So that in every situation, I’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;I wanna abandon myself with this powerful soul&lt;br /&gt;Fly away to the clouds&lt;br /&gt;I want to show me up to You&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’m still a zero, but someday I’ll become a hero&lt;br /&gt;I’ll reborn myself&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be tough&lt;br /&gt;I’ll become someone who is not just “someone”&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be a star&lt;br /&gt;Shines Your world&lt;br /&gt;And shares pure love&lt;br /&gt;Till the peak of my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet You in serenity&lt;br /&gt;In the time when Your angels come to me&lt;br /&gt;They friendly ask me to go home with smile&lt;br /&gt;To see the most beautiful face in this whole amazing universe&lt;br /&gt;Where that is Yours&lt;br /&gt;And to enjoy the never ending happiness&lt;br /&gt;Of the moments with You&lt;br /&gt;While in the same time,&lt;br /&gt;I’m leaving memorable love&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside the hearts of people&lt;br /&gt;Whom I share my joy and pain of life with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-6326575168298740466?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6326575168298740466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=6326575168298740466&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/6326575168298740466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/6326575168298740466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/03/lihat-kartu-ucapan-lainnya-kapanlagi.html' title='kriteria cowok idamanKu (ralat)'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-6836419301917434536</id><published>2007-03-18T17:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:15:06.368+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>End of st0ry...</title><content type='html'>Mengolah akal pikiran, hati, dan jiwa, ternyata tidak segampang yang kukira. Hidup ini terlalu berkesan dan bermakna untuk ukuran seorang gadis sepertiku. Terlalu banyak hal-hal baru yang terkadang, kurasa ku belum siap total dengan semua ini, mengingat kekokohan aqidahku masih patut dipertanyakan. Mereka semua meninggalkan jejak-jejak kenangan yang…, pahit-manis, puas nggak puas, harus kuterima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betapa aku ingin untuk HANYA memasukkan input-input yang baik, benar, dan tepat, ke dalam memori di otakku. Sehingga, aku tak akan dihidangkan dengan lebih banyak ragam pilihan hidup yang mungkin bisa menjerumuskanku. Betapa aku ingin untuk HANYA bertemu dengan orang-orang yang satu ‘kepala’ saja denganku, tanpa harus terbentur atau pun membenturkan diriku dengan prinsip hidup orang-orang, yang menurutku terlalu plural dan ribet untuk ukuran dunia yang sempit ini. Namun, apa dayaku, jika semua yang telah terjadi padaku sudah dikehendaki Tuhan? Bukan maksudku untuk menyalahkanNya, aku hanya ingin mengungkapkan suara hati seorang hamba yang lemah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku menulis ini sambil menafakuri diriku yang memang benar-benar lemah. Saking lemahnya, tak bisa ku menebas semua masalahku sekaligus dalam satu waktu. Bahkan, walau telah kukerahkan dan kularutkan sebagian besar diriku ke dalamnya, masih kubutuh waktu yang tak sekejap. Hingga pada akhirnya aku menemukan titik kulminasi, di mana aku teringat kembali bahwa semua kerja kerasku ini, pada akhirnya harus kuserahkan kembali pada Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Mighty Lord, hamba hanya percaya padaMu. Semoga hamba tidak termasuk kaum yang tak mau berusaha mengubah nasib hidupnya. Engkau Maha Melihat, Tuhan. Engkau pasti tahu apa yang selama ini telah hamba perjuangkan. Maka kumohon Ya Rabb, berikanlah ridhoMu. Kehendakilah agar semua problema ini berakhir dengan jalan yang baik. Dan, ampunilah seluruh dosaku yang telah tak berpegang teguh untuk taat padaMu. Maka takdirkanlah hamba menjadi mar’atussholihah, Tuhan. Karuniakanlah hamba sifat-sifat yang agung, wahai Al-A’la. Dan selamatkanlah hamba di dunia dan akhirat. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, it’s time to have fun!! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-6836419301917434536?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6836419301917434536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=6836419301917434536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/6836419301917434536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/6836419301917434536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/03/end-of-st0ry.html' title='End of st0ry...'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-1099418160780322775</id><published>2007-03-09T17:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:16:33.913+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>my mind's talk</title><content type='html'>Hi, salam alaika...&lt;br /&gt;hmm..mo cerita apa ya? oiya, soal edc, males nerusin nich. pokoknya pada intinya EDC sukses banget, alhamdulillah. btw, dipa kok jadi susah dihubungin ya? padahal aku mo ngingetin sesuatu. walopun nggak penting2 amat sih. *biasa deh, aku kan nggak pernah berbobot kalo ngomong, hahaha* oia, ALSA di depan mata!! dag dig dug tak karuan nich. mana mita kayaknya bakal kepilih buat ISDC lagi. Ntar aku setim sama syapa dong?? Tapi gpp deh, kan masih ada Olin and Bram. nak2 EC yg kelas 1 juga banyak yg qualified. problem utama tuh, coach-nyA ITU LOH! masa kak melissa gk pernah bisa hadir sih? padahal enak banget dilatih sama dia, secara di juara int'l moot court competition *kompetisi debatnya anak2 fak. hukum sedunia*! kemungkinan besar sih, EC bakal nyari dari EDS UI. kalo bisa alumni smansa, biar punya rasa memiliki *alah...bilang aja nggak mau bayar mahal2* hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ada yg lebih di depan mata lagi. yaitu......AKSI 30 SERENITY!!! dan ARSIASSALAM 2007!!! God...semoga itu semua berjalan dengan lancar dan sesuai target. Amien..&lt;br /&gt;Aachan Nde n Senji, hmmh.. masih pontang-panting ngurus AKSI juga. Aachan dengan tugasnya menyukseskan Pascal-dan repot make sure soal2 pascal, Nde yg mesti make sure soal konsumsi, n Senji yg mesti persiapan dengan rampakers yg lain tuk performa yang perfect di Pensi nanti. Fiuhh...semoga kerja keras mereka sukses dan dibalas dengan kebaikan oleh Allah, mien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan nggak tau kenapa akhir2 ini aku ngerasa nggak well organized. Aku tahu apa yg harus aku lakukan, tapi karena itu semua terlalu banyak, ya jadi rumit ngurutinnya. aku jadi inget kata2nya Nde, krg lebih "andai saja aku bisa membeli waktu orang2 yg menganggur".... well, aku rasa aku butuh seorag manager atau sekretaris. Tapiii....ah..bukannya itu malah semakin menunjukkan kepada dunia bahwa aku nggak bisa ngatur waktu? abis gimana? segala rupa buku yg mengulas ttg manajemen waktu dah kebaca, tapi nyangkutnya cuma di ingatan aja. nggak sampai dipraktekkan. setiap mo dipraktekkan, yg ada kebentur sama halangan lain. selaluuu aja ada halangannya. gimana dong Tuhan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-1099418160780322775?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/1099418160780322775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=1099418160780322775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/1099418160780322775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/1099418160780322775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-minds-talk.html' title='my mind&apos;s talk'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-6669160467185969064</id><published>2007-02-14T14:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:17:04.972+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>whats new..</title><content type='html'>Salam, salam, salam alaika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, alhamdulillah tadi pas break time, pengurus ROHIS, seluruhnya udah men-declare bhw kita menolak segala bentuk perzinahan.. dipimpin oleh akhi Fauqi..sang ketua kita..&lt;br /&gt;WOW..!! begitu campur aduknya perasaan saat itu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;pertama&lt;/span&gt;, panas banget di lapangan, mesti baris kayak upacara gitu jam 10 pagi yg luwaarrr biasa terik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;kedua&lt;/span&gt;, tapi aku pengen dan penasaran banget bagaimana kalo kita melakukan aksi itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;ketiga&lt;/span&gt;, bangga karena ROHIS angkatan inilah pelopornya&lt;br /&gt;keempat, bahagia karena ini mengindikasikan bangkitnya ROHIS kembali..ROHIS udah punya taring lagi guys,,! Dulu kan masih toothless tiger..&lt;br /&gt;kelima, jengkel karena gak ada mic atau toa supaya orasi nya Fauqi ttg kampanye melawan perzinahan n valentine didenger anak2 se Smansa..dan jengkel karena back sound lagu IZIS yg "kembali", gak jadi diputer..&lt;br /&gt;keenam, kesel karena banyak anak smansa yang ngetawain kita pas menyerukan kalimat thoyyibah "Allahu Akbar!!"&lt;br /&gt;ketujuh, lelah...tapi bahagia dan PUAS!!&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillahirrabbil alamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, sidang ROHIS buat pengurus yg 'bermasalah' insya Allah bakal segera dilakukan.. uw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, soal EDC..jadi chairperson di acara gede tuch gak gampang. sekali lagi, GAK GAMPANG! akhir2 ini pikiranku dipenuhi masalah sponsor, peserta, sertifikat, pamflet, LOs, jas EC, adjudicators, biaya, trophy, teknis techmeet n lomba, belom lagi itu semua mengharuskan aku pandai2 berkomunikasi dengan banyak pihak. menyenangkan sih, asal gak sering2 aja ini terjadi padaku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akademisku, hmmmpf.. menyenangkan menatap angka 100 di kertas ulangan seni musikku..dan 90 di ulangan English ku, hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;tapi apa yang terjadi pada ulangan kimiaku??!&lt;br /&gt;60!! oh gosh!!! not again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besok aku ulangan biologi and matematika. Kata pak Aryo, soalnya gak susah kok, tapi BERAT. Yaah. Sami mawon! Trus, ada 19 soal. Kata Pak Aryo, beliau niatnya bikin 20 soal, tapi berhubung pas dia udah nulis 19 biji, kertasnya udah gak muat. (cape dey) besok juga deadline pengumpulan tugas biologi tentang food additives. huhfff... punya tugas banyak itu kadang nggak menyenangkan! apa guru2ku itu mengharapkan aku untuk duduk berjam2 setelah pulang sekolah di meja belajar, tanpa menyisakan waktu bagiku untuk bergaul dgn keluarga dan tetangga?! tugas2 itu begitu membludak, sampai2 membuatku hanya tidur selama 3-4 jam saja per hari. alhasil, kelopak mata ini tak pernah terlihat segar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waktu jam pelajaran bahasa Inggris tadi, ada materi ttg analytical exposition. nah, ada tema ttg homework. aku dan aachan yg bacain. trus, aku bilang aja kalo homework itu, trash! waste! Bayangin aja aku ngomong gitu di depan guru yg selalu ngasi pe-er bejibun. Ah, bodo amat. Ini kan negara demokrasi. Aku memang menganggap pe-er itu gak penting, inefficient, and uneffective, jika diberikan dalam jumlah melampaui batas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mestinya, guru2 tuh ngasi pe-er dikit2 aja, yg penting kan muridnya ngerti dan ada waktu tuk ngerjain. hidup kita kan gak untuk pelajaran aja. kita juga banyak les buat nambah skills, butuh waktu tuk bergaul, dll, dsb, dst. Personally i believe that short and comprehensive homework is better than many homeworks which r so exhausting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaudahlah, aku juga tahu kalo dalam hidup kita nggak boleh mengeluh. biar bagaimanapun, aku juga sadar pe-er akan selalu ada. aku juga ngerti kalo ngasi pe-er adalah kewajiban seorang guru. tapi seharusnya mereka juga ngerti kalo ngasi pe-er jangan nafsu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huff..oke, aku mo istirahat bentar.. abis itu belajar MTK.. doakan aku guys..&lt;br /&gt;Salam alaika&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-6669160467185969064?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6669160467185969064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=6669160467185969064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/6669160467185969064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/6669160467185969064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/02/whats-new.html' title='whats new..'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-5640818126088827631</id><published>2007-02-14T14:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T14:16:45.954+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>It makes me fly away to the clouds...!</title><content type='html'>Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;Aku sedang bahagia saat ini&lt;br /&gt;Betapa nikmat, Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;Tak terbayarkan dengan apa pun&lt;br /&gt;Tak setiap waktu ku bisa mendapatkannya&lt;br /&gt;Hingga tak rela jika rasa ini menghilang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;Melayang telanjang tapak-tapak kakiku&lt;br /&gt;Terbang menggapai nikmatnya kesendirian&lt;br /&gt;Di pangkuan awan-awanMu yang membeku&lt;br /&gt;Bersama tangisku yang lalu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;Saat kupejamkan mata ini&lt;br /&gt;Dan kubangun lagi&lt;br /&gt;Tak ingin kebahagiaan ini sirna&lt;br /&gt;Biarlah kehangatannya menemani malam-malamku&lt;br /&gt;Dan mengembangkan senyumku yang pernah kuncup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;Aku percaya semua ini dariMu&lt;br /&gt;Kucoba sesadar mungkin&lt;br /&gt;Jauh dari rekayasa iblis&lt;br /&gt;Maka kumohon Tuhanku Yang Maha Agung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berilah aku kebahagiaan yang mulia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang tak lekang dimakan zaman&lt;br /&gt;Yang kasihnya menyinari hamba-hamba yang kehausan cinta&lt;br /&gt;Yang membuatku selalu teringat pada keajaiban cintaMu&lt;br /&gt;Yang mendamaikan qolbu&lt;br /&gt;Yang membuat bibirku tak luput mengucap syukur padaMU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;Jangan biarkan kebahagiaan dariMu ini&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi alat bagi iblis tuk menjerumuskanku&lt;br /&gt;Tak ingin ku kufur padaMu&lt;br /&gt;Karena ku juga tak ingin Engkau cabut ini dari sisiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-5640818126088827631?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/5640818126088827631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=5640818126088827631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/5640818126088827631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/5640818126088827631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-makes-me-fly-away-to-clouds.html' title='It makes me fly away to the clouds...!'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-7811507983404926669</id><published>2007-02-08T16:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:13:14.391+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>If someday I fall in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Lord,&lt;br /&gt;If someday I fall in love&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet someone&lt;br /&gt;Whose words share serenity into my heart&lt;br /&gt;Whose behavior reflects Islam’s values&lt;br /&gt;Whose belief shows Your might&lt;br /&gt;He’s the one who can be a good patron for people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lord,&lt;br /&gt;If someday I fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Let me meet the right one&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to sacrifice himself&lt;br /&gt;To protect me&lt;br /&gt;Who loves me sincerely as what I am&lt;br /&gt;Who is ready to guide me towards Your heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lord,&lt;br /&gt;If someday I fall in love&lt;br /&gt;But I haven’t ready to marry&lt;br /&gt;Please protect my heart, my sight, my body&lt;br /&gt;So that I won’t be attracted to get a moment pleasure&lt;br /&gt;So that I won’t be stained by sins&lt;br /&gt;So that I won’t be trapped in satan’s games&lt;br /&gt;So that I still be close to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lord,&lt;br /&gt;If someday I fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever let my love to You declines&lt;br /&gt;Please make the values which he possess&lt;br /&gt;Increase my love and remind me of You&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever leave me alone here, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Because Your holy love is the mildest&lt;br /&gt;And will last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lord,&lt;br /&gt;If someday I fall in love&lt;br /&gt;But it seems like he will not be my life partner&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever let this feeling continuously growing&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever let me always wait for him&lt;br /&gt;With empty dreams and wishes&lt;br /&gt;Please ensure my heart that&lt;br /&gt;There is another best for me&lt;br /&gt;And please keep my heart from anything that hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;If he is truly the best for me&lt;br /&gt;Please give me a chance to be united with him&lt;br /&gt;Although not at that time&lt;br /&gt;Please allow him to be my husband someday&lt;br /&gt;Give us serenity in the world and Your paradise&lt;br /&gt;Save us and our family from Your hell, my Lord&lt;br /&gt;Amin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thanx for kak Eqś blog.. very inspiring.. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-7811507983404926669?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7811507983404926669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=7811507983404926669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/7811507983404926669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/7811507983404926669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-someday-i-fall-in-love.html' title='If someday I fall in love'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-3814328289330021794</id><published>2007-02-08T16:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:15:37.816+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Susahnya ikhlas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ikhlas itu susah ya?&lt;br /&gt;Hitunglah dan menghitung-hitung&lt;br /&gt;Dari yang terkecil sampai terbesar&lt;br /&gt;Berkeluh kesahlah dan terus mengeluh&lt;br /&gt;Belum cukupkah keringat ini mengucur?&lt;br /&gt;Hidup ini kejam!&lt;br /&gt;Nasib tak bisa diajak kompromi&lt;br /&gt;Huh!&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan...&lt;br /&gt;Belum kokohkah azzam ini?&lt;br /&gt;Ingin rasanya bagai ulul azmi (salam alaika)&lt;br /&gt;Yang tersenyum tulus di tengah kutukan kafirun&lt;br /&gt;Besar hatinya sungguh&lt;br /&gt;Bisakah aku?&lt;br /&gt;Ringan tangan cepat kaki&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa memikirkan untung rugi&lt;br /&gt;Bergerak lurus menggapai diri-Mu&lt;br /&gt;Maju tanpa kenal rintangan&lt;br /&gt;Meski jantung dicabik timah panas&lt;br /&gt;Meski wajah terbakar mesiu&lt;br /&gt;Meski hati terkoyak lidah penghunus&lt;br /&gt;Meski malu tercoreng umpatan&lt;br /&gt;Ingin aku tak bimbang&lt;br /&gt;Tetap berdiri tegak dan tersenyum&lt;br /&gt;Kokoh terhujam dalam kalbu&lt;br /&gt;Maha Suci Engkau tujuanku satu&lt;br /&gt;Bantulah aku Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;Kalau Engkau mau cucilah otakku&lt;br /&gt;Dari segala rantai diri yang bisa mengusik&lt;br /&gt;Keikhlasan hatiku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-3814328289330021794?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/3814328289330021794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=3814328289330021794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/3814328289330021794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/3814328289330021794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/02/susahnya-ikhlas.html' title='Susahnya ikhlas'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-7864097367827121171</id><published>2007-02-08T16:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:17:51.628+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>Pacaran Tanpa Dosa?? (tips2 jitu!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Salam alaika! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Jika kita mendoakan kebaikan untuk orang lain, maka kita Insya Allah akan mendapatkan kebaikan tersebut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Btw, hoargghh...cuapeknya hari ini. Dan semakin ‘nikmat’ lagi sakit flu yang kurasakan, diiringi meriang2 ga jelas gitu. Tapi aku puas dengan hari ini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, 1st, ulangan MTK. Wlwpun aku gatau hasilnya bagus opo ora (insya Allah bagus), tapi aku bisa ngerjain semuanya. Lumayan, pdhl baru sekali aku ikut mata pel lingkaran nya Pak Aryo, gara2 dispen latihan lombaaaa mulu! Tapi syukurlah ada Dita yg swuper baek mau ngajarin aku tadi malem. Thanx Dit! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;2nd, pulang skul, ada cera-ceri (ceramah putera-puteri) di skul. Seruuu booo!! Temanya ttg pacaran. Hmh, tapi kita nggak kayak talkshow lain yg kerjanya Cuma muter2 ngomongin fikih pacaran yg rada ‘abu-abu’ itu. Kita ngomongin yg lebih down to earth. Pembicaranya Kak Andre yg cukup komunikatif. Pokoke asik deh, banyak makanan lagi..hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Tapi aku agak kaget lho. Kenapa setiap waktu aku harus bertatapan dengan topik pembicaraan ini sich? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RoZllczcyoI/AAAAAAAAABw/aoPjfbTwyVI/s1600-h/myspace-graphics-blends67.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081860923595737730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RoZllczcyoI/AAAAAAAAABw/aoPjfbTwyVI/s400/myspace-graphics-blends67.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Oke, jadi gini, tadi malem, X....argh...tauk deh gimana njelasinnya. Pas dia nanya ke aku gimana pendapat aku kalo dia pacaran, yaa...aku sih mempersilahkan aja. Lha wong emang pacaran itu mubah kok. Kan gada larangan maupun kewajiban utk pacaran dlm Islam n Alquran. Mana ada ayat yg bunyinya “walaa pacaranu innaa pacaranu minassyayatiin” ataupun “fapacaranu inna pacaranu minattaqwa” HEHEHEHE... Gak ada kan? Yauwdah aku sih terserah dia. Sekalipun dia ingin mengatur ataupun mengobrak-abrik hidupnya, itu hak dia. Iya kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Tapi trus dia nanya, aku pribadi kenapa gamau pacaran lg? Ya aku bilang kalo pacaran banyak mudharatnya. Aku sebutin dikiiiit deh mudharat2nya, itu juga Cuma kulitnya doank. Tapi eh dia malah bilang itu hal biasa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Biasa??!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, aku berusaha keras untuk tidak menjadikan hal-hal di bawah ini sebagai hal ‘biasa’:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Menyepelekan dan meremehkan ibadah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Ya, waktu aku pacaran, kualitas ibadah aku merosot drastis. Oke, solat tetep. Ngaji tetep. Walwpun ibadah sunah nya banyak yg kutinggal. BUT, NGGAK KHUSYUK!! BENER2 NGGAK! Gimana iya, kalo sehari2 yg jadi bacaan zikirnya selain nama Allah? Kalo gitu, apakah ibadah ini akan diterima Allah ataukah sia2 belaka???!!! Wallahu a’lam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol start="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Nggak konsentrasi penuh ke pelajaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Selain ibadah, yg 1 ini juga penting. Apalagi ini menyangkut amanah yg kita emban dari harapan orang tua yg begitu besar terhadap prestasi kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol start="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Hati kosong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Oke, hati memang penuh cinta. Tapi itu semua masih terasa hampa. Hampanya baru kerasa deh pas kita lagi sebel sama pacar atau malah sakit hati. Lagi break misalnya. Dangkal aja menurutku, kalo pikiran dan hati ini Cuma dipenuhi oleh hal2 demikian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol start="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Nambahin dosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Dosaku udah numpuk walau sebenernya aku gak bisa liat, tapi aku bisa merasakannya. Hati gelisah, tak tenang, tak tenteram. Semakin jauh dari Allah. Di rumah aja kadang aku masih kurang ajar sm ortu n masa bodo sama ade2, tapi di luar...? Malah mbaek2in pacar. Aku denger dari Kak Andre, hati kita tak akan tenang dan puas sebelum TUBUH kita menyetujui dan sejalan dengan perasaan kita. Ngerti kan maksudku? Kurasa kalian cukup pintar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol start="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Omongan dangkal n gak intelek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Mungkin buat para pejabat dan pakar intelektual, hal ini gak berlaku. Tapi, buat aku, obrolan sehari2 kalo pacaran, gak bakal jauh2 deh dari sekedar mikirin perasaan diri sendiri doang. Jujur aja deh, aku agak gak tertarik tuk ngomongin hal2 mis.kelaparan di Afrika, bom di Irak, penandatanganan AFTA, teknologi human stem cells, dan longsor di Sumatera selama aku lagi pacaran. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in; MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;De-es-be, de-es-te, de-el-el !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;(Sstt..tik,,tenang...jgn on fire gitu donk...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Hmpf, astaghfirullahaladzim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Guys/gals, jujur aku kecewaaaaa banget saat ini... Aku gak bakal sepeduli ini kalo ini bukan menyangkut masalah teman ataupun sahabat.. Aku merasa aku gagal ber amar ma’ruf nahi munkar.. Ya Allah, aku gagal jadi pendakwah.. Kenapa aku nggak bisa menjadi seperti nama yang orangtuaku berikan? “bintang, cahaya yang menyala2”... Kenapa aku nggak bisa jadi cahaya kali ini? Malah usahaku yg diiringi doa penuh harap dan cemas, dibalas dengan pemutusan tali silaturahim pertemanan... Tendangan yg cukup menyakitkan..(walaupun hatiku gak kan sakit jika tak kubiarkan hatiku disakiti)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Masalah pacaran adalah masalah yg rumit, bertele2, tak berujung, tak ada benang merahnya, dan akan selalu ada selama Allah masih menciptakan laki2 n wanita... Dan aku sadar hal ini, therefore aku males ngasitau orang lain yg gada sangkut pautnya sama aku utk memilih menghindari pacaran.. Tapi kalo ini masalah temen, aku gak mau tinggal diam.. Karena aku tahu, percuma aku diberi hidayah dan ilmu oleh Allah kalo aku nggak menyampaikannya pada orang lain.. Aku nggak mau ngeliat sesuatu yg ‘salah’ (kalo gak mau disebut kemaksiatan) terjadi di hadapanku, ketika aku tahu hal itu salah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;However, aku slalu berusaha gak menyesali pertemuanku dengan seseorang, meski orang itu telah berbuat salah atau zalim sekalipun, pasti ada hikmah di balik semua kejadian.. apa yg dijadikan Allah untuk hambaNya itulah yg terbaik.. Tapi ini pertama kalinya dalam hidupku ada orang yg menyesali pertemuannya denganku dan secara sepihak memutuskan hubungan pertemanan.. Dengan dalih kita terlalu beda.. So what? Aku nggak pernah merasa nggak sudi temenan sama perokok, cowok/cewek urakan, pengamen jalanan, tukang sayur, orang2 yg berpacaran, orang cacat, ibu2 kantin, guru2 yg sebagian konservatif, dan semua orang yg jelas2 BEDA total sama aku, bahkan sama kucing sekalipun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;God, mungkin ini pukulan buat hamba.. Hamba belom bisa ngubah seseorang.. Itu mungkin artinya kualitas ruhiyah hamba masih jauh dari baik.. Atau hamba masih belum bisa mengubah sifat buruk hamba sendiri.. Ampuni hamba Ya Allah, kalau hamba gak tahu diri.. Hamba hanya ingin bisa ‘berbuat sesuatu’ selama hamba masih hidup di bumi ini.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Oke, sekarang aku bakal ngasi tips pacaran tanpa dosa, seperti dikutip dari saudaraku Soleman Candra (yg alhamdulillah berkomitmen), berdasarkan hukum pacaran yg mubah, dan juga larangan mendekati zina..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;pacaran boleh, tapi jangan gunakan panca inderamu (dont mis-use nikmat Allah untuk bermaksiat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;pacaran boleh, asal jangan pacaran di bumi Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;pacaran boleh, asal jangan ketahuan Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;dan yg terakhir.. tambahan dariku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol start="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;pacaran boleh, asal menikah dulu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Yo wis, siapapun yg mbaca, ahh.. terserah kalian jadi mau bikin komitmen atau nggak tuk menomorduakan pacaran setelah menomorsatukan Allah.. Yg jelas, aku akan slalu berdoa utk mengiringi setiap usahaku menyampaikan kebaikan kpd saudara/iku, agar aku slalu diberi kekuatan dan motivasi bila aku kelak menghadapi lagi hal2 yg aku alami saat ini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Besok aku, Mita, Oline mau ikut debat nasional di Canisius. Hadiahnya free trip ke Inggris &amp;amp; Bali for 2 weeks. Jurinya ada Rosiana Silalahi dan Ali Alatas. Wuiih.. Padahal aku kan gak mau, tapi akhirnya ikut juga gara2 masih ada aja cowok gak berkomitmen di dunia ini kayak Adri..(peace, Dri, tp emang kenyataannya gitu kan? Jujur gw agak mempertanyakan alasan loe ngebatalin keikutsertaan loe yg agak nonsense itu, sampe bikin Oline nangis kejer gitu ngadepin cowok kayak loe..) Aku jadi harus gantiin posisi dia justru pada H-1.. Doain qta bertiga ya friends.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;I love you all because Allah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"&gt;Allah, aku ingin apa yg kuproses dlm otakku dan apa yg keluar dari bibirku ini, adalah sesuatu yg bermanfaat untuk diriku dan orang lain, maka izinkanlah Ya Allah.. dari lubuk hatiku yg terdalam aku memintaMu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-7864097367827121171?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/7864097367827121171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=7864097367827121171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/7864097367827121171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/7864097367827121171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/02/pacaran-tanpa-dosa-tips2-jitu.html' title='Pacaran Tanpa Dosa?? (tips2 jitu!)'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/RoZllczcyoI/AAAAAAAAABw/aoPjfbTwyVI/s72-c/myspace-graphics-blends67.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-2804396510475414989</id><published>2007-02-08T16:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:18:44.173+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>God, Im trapped in such feeling..=(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Salam alaika&lt;/span&gt; akhi ukhti fillah, ini adalah salah satu tempat di mana aku merasa bebas berekspresi, tanpa ku harus menanggung malu pada dunia, ataupun harus menyesuaikan kata2 yg kutulis dengan kepribadian dan kemauan setiap pembaca...walau di dunia luar, terkadang aku terpaksa harus fleksibel, di sini aku ingin menjadi diriku sendiri, sekeras, sefundamentalis dan sekukuh apapun itu...let me be myself...cos sometimes no one wanna listen to me...but this my only one blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah berapa masa sejak hari itu, hari di mana pada malam yang tenang disinari rembulan, ketika adik-adikku sudah ternyenyak, aku bangkit dan duduk di sudut tempat tidur. Entah mengapa seolah ada suatu kekuatan halus yang menggelitik hati, hingga akhirnya aku merenung dalam kesendirian. Saat2 sendiri adalah saat2 yg paling sentimentil bagiku. Tanpa tersadar aku mengambil secarik kertas dan bolpoin warna pink, lalu mulailah sisi puitisku membawa jemari hingga tak terasa aku telah menyelesaikan sebuah surat. Surat untuk seseorang. Kedengarannya istimewa. Lau kuambil sebuah amplop dan kusimpan surat itu baik2 di dalamnya. Kurekat erat, dan kutulis nama seseorang yg bagiku paling berhak menerimanya. Di dalam surat itu, kuceritakan dengan sangat jujur, apa yang aku alami sebagai implikasi dari perasaanku ini. Betapa aku sangat menghargai dan menyayangi dia. Betapa setiap kata yang kutoreh, adalah bahasa hati, yang tak bisa dicerna oleh hati yang dingin atau sedang emosi. Bisakah kau bayangkan, seiring dengan satu kata yang tertulis, setetes air mataku membayarnya? Bisakah kau bayangkan, seorang Kartika yang menangis 2-3 kali dalam setahun, kini bisa mencapai 2-3 kali dalam sehari?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungguhpun jika ada orang lain yang mau berkata, itu adalah puisi gombal biasa, aku tak akan peduli. Aku segera memutar otak mencari cara agar surat itu segera sampai pada yang berhak menerima. Namun akhirnya tibalah suatu detik ketika resah dalam hati terasa diselimuti. Aku merasakan kasih sayang Allah yang menyentuh hatiku, till the deepest of my heart.. Begitu hangat untuk ukuran malam yang membuatku menggigil itu, dan tangisku pun membanjir. Mengapa? Seketika aku merasa bersalah pada Allah, ketika menyadari waktu kami berdua, telah banyak kukorupsi untuk memikirkan hal lain—seseorang yg berhak menerima surat itu. Kuurungkan niatku untuk memberikan surat itu, dan ku berdiri tuk menghadap Allah sesaat, merasakan nikmatnya cumbuan malam hangat-Nya dalam qiyamul lail. Dan setelah itu, ketika kudengar ayam jantan mulai berkokok, aku baru bisa tertidur pulas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surat itu kini masih kusimpan rapi. Tak ada lekuk maupun coretan. Semua masih seperti dulu. Dan isinya pun masih menggambarkan hatiku yang sekarang. Kurasa, biarlah surat itu tetap mendekam di lemariku hingga aku tiada. Karena aku takut aku tak bisa memberikan kasih sayang yang lebih untuk Allah, daripada apa yang kuberikan tuk hamba-Nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biarlah ia mengira hati ini keras, biarlah ia mengira kesombonganku melampaui batas, biarlah ia mengira aku egois, biarlah ia mengira aku tak tahu &amp;amp; mengerti, biarlah ia mengira aku tak berperasaan...walaupun sebenarnya itu semua salah besar...tapi aku tetap memilih untuk lebih mendekat pada-Nya...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Laa mahbuba illa huwa Allah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena ku percaya, mengingat dan mendoakan kebahagiaan seseorang adalah sebaik2 perwujudan cinta kasih, yang tulus, tanpa mengharap orang itu membalas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena aku percaya, kata2 cinta yg diucapkan akan bernilai pahala di dalam hubungan suci suami istri. Tapi untuk saat ini, sometimes words cant work better than prayer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena kuharap, sangat2 berharap, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bila aku dekat dan dicintai-Nya, suatu saat Dia akan memberiku jalan yang baik dan tepat untukku mencintai hamba-Nya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Siapapun yang membaca ini, untuk kali ini saja, mohon jangan pernah bertanya padaku lebih lanjut, lebih dari apa yang kutulis di sini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-2804396510475414989?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2804396510475414989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=2804396510475414989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/2804396510475414989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/2804396510475414989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/02/god-i-trapped-in-such-feeling.html' title='God, Im trapped in such feeling..=('/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-2788768351557827070</id><published>2007-01-31T13:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:20:24.212+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>Threat...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kurasa benar kata Ust. Syamsudin, umat Islam sedang menghadapi 3 big n harmful THREATs!!&lt;br /&gt;Those are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;1st, kristenisasi/deIslamisasi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;2nd, anggapan bhw ibadah nggak lebih dari sekedar rutinisme, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;3rd, rekayasa setan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely agree wid it. Let us tafakur. orang yang masuk Islam, banyak. tapi rasanya Islam itself belom masuk orang. I mean, Islam belum menjadi pandangan hidup orang Islam. Padahal kita semua adalah pewaris Al-Qur'an. Tapi nyatanya, ilmu2 Al-Qur'an masih juga diabaikan. Masih mending kalo kita tahu, nah ini...masih adaaaa aja, temen yang nggak buka Al Qur'an pisan selama liburan. Hmpff..jadi merasa ikut bersalah, kenapa temen sendiri bisa begituw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan bener firman Allah, manusia ituww.. "faminkum dzalimu linafsih". sudah banyak orang Islam, tapi banyak juga di antara mereka yang suka menzalimi diri sendiri. ehh cape deh. tapi emang bener siwh. udah tahu mabok2an n ngedrugs will destruct ourselves, masih juga dilakonin. Aku juga kadang menzalimi diri sendiri sih. nunda2 kerjaan, wasting time which results nothing! Astaghfirullah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poin kedua, emang terkadang suka begituw kan kita? hayoo ngaku? sebenernya ini bisa dibilang sebagai hal yg paling aku takuti dalam mengabdi pada Allah. Seolah feel-nya belom ada ketika kita mengerjakan solat, misalnya. terkadag belom khusyuk n meresap ke dalam lubuk hati. emh..apa tuh bahasa inggrisnya..sink into our deepest heart..Dan banyak orang Islam juga begitu. Buktinya, masih bisa aja kita melakukan kemungkaran terus menerus, walopun kita solat 5 waktu. Ada loh remaja yang pacaran padahal solatnya 5 waktu (as far as I know) trus anak ROHIS pula. Well, is it good if we do both good and bad things at the same time? Astaghfirullah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poin ketilu, rekayasa setan. hemh, harus sejuta kali lipat lebih waspada nih kita. soalnya udah ketara banget dari apa yang kita liat, setan udah "menyamarkan" pandangan kita terhadap sesuatu yang haram jadi terkesan boleh atw sah2 aja. Terkadang aku juga merasa terjebak dalam rekayasa ini. Melakukan ini-itu yang sebetulnya dilarang Allah, dan dengan tanpa beban meninggalkan kewajibanku sebagai hamba Allah. Pada saat melakukannya, rasanya biasa aja. tapi di akhir, baru kerasa beban dosa yang barusan kita cetak lagi. Astaghfirullah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish one day all of Moslems will walk hand in hand together to face those hazardous threats with strong belief in Allah&lt;br /&gt;Amin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-2788768351557827070?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/2788768351557827070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=2788768351557827070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/2788768351557827070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/2788768351557827070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/01/threat.html' title='Threat...!!!'/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-6177120862016476354</id><published>2007-01-31T13:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T13:07:49.362+07:00</updated><title type='text'>huhff..</title><content type='html'>surat itu...&lt;br /&gt;gak jadi kukirim  lagi&lt;br /&gt;kuminta mida membuangnya&lt;br /&gt;percuma&lt;br /&gt;seorang seperti haruskah kupaksa mendengarkan orang lain?&lt;br /&gt;huhff...&lt;br /&gt;mungkin aku hanya butuh sebuah buku diari atau seseorang tuk berbagi kegondokan&lt;br /&gt;mungkin harapanku agar dia jadi lebih baik, kutitip dalam do'a saja&lt;br /&gt;bila do'a itu tulus, insya Allah terkabul&lt;br /&gt;bila hati masih keras, insya Allah bisa dilembutkan oleh Zat bisa mengubah hati makhluk-Nya&lt;br /&gt;3 lembar surat diketik dengan font 10 dan disusun dengan penuh konsentrasi&lt;br /&gt;tak kan berguna&lt;br /&gt;biarlah...&lt;br /&gt;semoga Allah mengerti keinginanku&lt;br /&gt;dan mengabulkan permohonanku&lt;br /&gt;Amin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-6177120862016476354?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/6177120862016476354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=6177120862016476354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;Juz remind u all&lt;br /&gt;apapun yang terjadi padaku&lt;br /&gt;aku tak kan sakit hati jika aku tak membiarkan hatiku disakiti&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31480619-117022136772643432?l=pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/feeds/117022136772643432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31480619&amp;postID=117022136772643432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/117022136772643432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31480619/posts/default/117022136772643432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkartika-sugargurlz.blogspot.com/2007/01/salam-alaika-forever-akhi-n-ukhti.html' title=''/><author><name>.: Kartika :.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13661270751819962782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDcVHxwSlQ/R-c0Qw9-_EI/AAAAAAAAAU4/CAa11QQuSoo/S220/tijo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31480619.post-116659331514199259</id><published>2006-12-20T12:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:20:02.457+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mind&apos;s talk'/><title type='text'>orang aneh</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="western" lang="en" style="MARGIN-TOP: 0in; FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cihuyy...masuk skul lagi, berarti kembali ke kesibukan. Tapi entah kenapa, aku kok males2an, padahal ini adalah momen yang paling kunanti selama liburan! Bayangin aja ya, hari pertama skul, aku telat. Trus, hari kedua, pas jam kimia, aku tidur. Hari ketiga, aku memilih tuk dispen buat tech meet di Tarq daripada mesti belajar di skul. Hari keempat, pas jam MTK, aku cabut (buat latihan debat). Dan hari kelima, pas jam MTK lagi, aku sempet ketiduran. Entah apa yg akan terjadi hari2 berikutnya!! Ada apa gerangan dengan diriku ini Tuhan...??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Btw, ketiduran di kelas nggak selalu disebabkan karena kurang tidur. Pengalaman membuktikan bahwa ada faktor lain penyebab kantuk di kelas, yaitu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;pelajaran yang membosankan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;guru yang kurang komunikatif, dan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;panas yang terlalu menyengat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yah, dengan situasi demikian, gimana aku nggak jadi tambah males coba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Untunglah...voila!!! Aku udah menemukan ramuan ampuh penghilang rasa kantuk dalam sekejap. Kucolek tiger balm super puanas milik bapak yg tiap hari kubawa, lalu kuoleskan di sekitar kelopak mata, lalu dalam beberapa detik awal mataku akan berkedip2 menahan panas. Ini pertanda produk sedang bekerja... dan... TADAAAA...! Seketika aku akan terbangun. Ulangi pemakaian jika kantuk kambuh lagi. Gimana, simple kan? Walau agak sedikit menyiksa. Lumayan untuk mereka yang tahan sakit dan suka tantangan kayak aku. Alah2! Btw, prosedur pengobatan ini boleh aku patenkan gak yaaa?? (Hehehehehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oiya. Akhir2 ini hidupku rasanya hanya untuk lomba...lomba...dan lomba. Capek!!! Capek tauk! Lelah! Hooooaaarghh!! Research sana sini, latihan tiap hari, paling nyesek kalo ngga menang. Lebih nyesek lg, kalo tinggal 1 step lg maju final. Dan super2 nyesek lagi, kalo selisih kita ma lawan Cuma saeutik pisan! Makanya, biar kata orang aku ngga konsisten, aku mutusin tuk nggak ikut lomba di Tarq. Well actually aku ngga pengen ikut debat aja, tapi aku pengen ikut lomba yg laen. Speech misalnya. Kan ngga gitu nguras otak n tenaga. Walo ngga seseru debat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aku juga mutusin tuk gak jadi peserta di EDC nanti. Biarkanlah “beban” itu kuberikan pada adek2 kelas yg juga “bright”. (Lah, berarti aku “bright” dunkz? Huehehe) Pengen dech jadi motions director atau swing team. Skali2 pengen juga aku “maen2in” orang, huahaha... kayaknya ngeliat peserta pada stress, seru juga ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Btw, ibu ikut les biola. Oh, tidak! Ibu berharap pas 17 agustusan nanti, kita sekeluarga bakal nampilin band (menurutku kayaknya lebih ke orkes deyh..). Kebayang gak sech gilanya...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eh eh...aku penasaran dech, pesawat Adam air sekarang di mana yah? Ya Allah, tolong setidaknya beri kepastian deh buat keluarga penumpang. I just cant imagine if I were one of them, how I feel like...!!! Trus aku juga penasaran, gimana kelanjutan perusahaannya ya? Parah banget gitu kasusnya, bisa terancam gak laku lg dunkz..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok dey, moga kita selalu dapat memetik hikmah dr setiap ujian 4JJI, amien...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;CiaO! CiaO! ciaO! I’ll see u soon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="western" lang="en" style="MARGIN-TOP: 0in; FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="western" lang="en" style="MARGIN-TOP: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="western" lang="en" style="MARGIN-TOP: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="western" lang="en" style="MARGIN-TOP: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ten things Allah won't ask: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0.17in; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%"&gt;&lt;span lang="en"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ten things Allah won't ask:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;1... Allah won't ask what kind of car you drove; He'll ask how many people you drove who didn't have transportation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;2...Allah won't ask the square footage of your house, He'll ask how many people you welcomed into your home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;3...Allah won't ask about the clothes you had in your closet, He'll ask how many you helped to clothe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;4... Allah won't ask what your highest salary was; He'll ask if you compromised your character to obtain it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;5...Allah won't ask what your job title was; He'll ask if you performed your job to the best of your ability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;6...Allah won't ask how many friends you had, He'll ask how many people to whom you were a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;7...Allah won't ask in what neighborhood you lived, He'll ask how you treated your neighbors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;8...Allah won't ask about the color of your skin, He'll ask about the content of your character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;9...Allah won't ask why it took you so long to seek Salvation; He'll lovingly take you to your mansion in heaven, and not to the gates of Hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;10...Allah won't ask how many people you forwarded this to;He'll ask if you were ashamed to pass it on to your friends. Read Carefully: Happy moments, praise Allah. Difficult moments, seek Allah. Quiet moments, worship Allah. Painful moments, trust Allah. Every moment, thank Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;(posted by HuSNa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hi all...!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wah wah wah... minggu yang menyenangkan! Bebas pe-er, bebas tugas, bebas ulangan, bebas omelan guru! Senangnya... Ternyata hidup ini asik. Hem... bentar lagi Aachan ultah nich. Jadi kepikiran terus mau ngasi apa. Mau nelpon Nde, tapi kayaknya dia lagi sibuk2nya ngurus Riyadhoh bareng sm Aa’ Fathan tuch.. Huahaha... Yach, semoga berhasil Riyadhohnya! Jadi nggak sabar jalan2! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Btw, tadinya aku Nde Aachan Sendy mau nonton tuch habis ulum. Tapi, gara2 Aachan cerita, ttg isu keberadaan jarum HIV dari orang usil yg ngaku2 ODHA di kursi bioskop, jadi ngeri sendiri hiiii... Jadi males k bioskop, walopun dibayarin juga. (Lah, emang siapa juga yg mo bayarin aku? Hehe) Aduh, padahal pengen banget nonton. Isu itu ternyata udah menyebar luas. Hari ini aja, Nicko kan mau nonton ma temen2nya. Eh, nggak taunya, di bawa papan ujian coba! Tebak, buat apa? Buat apa lagi kalo nggak buat ngalasin duduk di bioskop. Hahaha... nggak nyaman banget! Mending nonton DVD di rumah dech, Cuma 5 ribu, bisa nonton ampe belekan lagi! Bisa di rewind lagi! Bisa sambil tidur2an juga! Hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmpf...belom lama aku dapet masalah sama X gara2 aku sendiri yg blo’on! I dunno why I could be so easy to rely on someone! Tapi alhamdulillah X bilang gapapa. Although indirectly I’ve broken X’s pride! Tapi ‘ngga pa-pa’-nya gitu... Aneh.. Beda! Sumthing wrong gtu.. Ya udahlah, kata adek dan Aachan, yg penting udah minta maaf dengan tulus. Lagian maksud aku kan nggak demikian buruknya. I just want to be listened by somebody else. That’s all! Hmh, aku mesti bisa ngelupain ini. Soalnya kebiasaan burukku tuch, suka ngerasa nggak enak dan terlalu ngerasa bersalah sm org yg udah aku ‘zalimi’. Apalagi yg belom terlalu deket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aku jadi inget sm ‘masalah’-nya Aachan. Sepanjang blog-nya, yg dibahas itu2 trus. Emang complicated sich. Susah ternyata menahan diri utk tidak melakukan ‘sesuatu’. Duh, Chan, semoga kamu ngga terus2an begini ya.. Jadi membayangkan, mungkin seperti ini ya perasaan X dulu..? Tega banget sih aku? Aduh..aku jadi terharu. Aduh..aku mau nangis. Aku sebenernya gak mau ini terjadi. Aduh..kok aku jadi mellow gini sich?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="
