<?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-14200498</id><updated>2012-02-11T23:16:08.559+07:00</updated><category term='bo-bru'/><category term='uniques'/><category term='the wibowos'/><category term='psychothings'/><title type='text'>serenity inside</title><subtitle type='html'>feel the silence, not the emotion</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintamira.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14200498/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintamira.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14200498/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>s.m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019272542280864377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>262</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14200498.post-8929517617232059496</id><published>2010-07-14T19:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T20:16:39.468+07:00</updated><title type='text'>jumpa lagi</title><content type='html'>it's been quite long since my last post here....not been posted anything this year actually. &lt;br /&gt;is there still any reader here? or just me who read myself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life?&lt;br /&gt;uhm, everything's okay, according to me. life's still wonderful. even when it's not perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family life?&lt;br /&gt;everything's beautiful. i have a wonderful life with him. no child yet. still recovering from the past. dealing with some health problems. there were times when i visited doctor quite often because of my doctor-shopping syndrome. but in a big view, nothing's to worry about. we're just have to be patient and believe that someday the little angels will come home to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my work life?&lt;br /&gt;everything's fine. i have good career. nice responsibilities. be needed. i give some, and i got some. i enjoy what i'm (mostly)doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, everything's fine for me. too fine. too stable. &lt;br /&gt;and somehow the urge to write, to post, is not as big as when i was on my silver-age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i miss that urge.&lt;br /&gt;i miss writing, and read myself afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++&lt;br /&gt;-saat ditinggal keluar kota oleh bru-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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Hahaha…saya, pemegang SIM Jakarta selama 10 tahun terakhir, has been driving million kilometers, through such damn traffic-jam in Jakarta…dan saat saya mau membuat SIM di Kabupaten Bogor….that’s what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s rewind a little bit bout this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah nikah, me &amp; hubby, pindah ke sentul, which later I know, masuk ke Kabupaten Bogor. Then we decided to make our own Kartu Keluarga and ID Card. Jadilah beberapa bulan lalu, saya harus merelakan KTP Jakarta saya diambil dan diganti dengan selembar KTP Bogor. Yap…many changes though. Lalu bulan lalu, saat saya melihat SIM saya…oh my God…it’s already expired for several months! Saking sibuknya dengan berbagai life changes….saya ngga perhatikan kartu kecil nan penting ini. Meanwhile, selama beberapa bulan terakhir pun saya masih nyetir ke sana sini, tanpa tahu, SIM saya udah already expired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua minggu lalu, saya berniat mengurus SIM saya di Bogor. Mulailah petualangan ini. Dari baru tahu bahwa mengurus SIM Kabupaten Bogor letaknya di jalan utama Pemda Bogor, lalu proses yang dilalui memang harus komplit plit plit…no more ‘nembak’ ato jalan belakang. Dua minggu lalu itu, akhirnya saya memutuskan untuk coba ke Jakarta dan mengurus my expired-SIM di Jakarta. Ternyata, sudah tidak bisa lagi di Samsat wilayah Jak tim tempat saya biasa ngurus SIM, STNK selama ini, karenaa….KTP saya sudah bukan di situ lagi….one thing lead to another. Saat tahu, seperti itu rasanya pengen teriak…karena mau nggak mau, saya harus ke Samsat Pusat di (nun jauh disana) Daan Mogot dan mengambil berkas2 SIM dan memutasikannya ke polres Bogor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan akhirnya, minggu ini saya memutuskan kembali ke Polres Bogor dan gambling….mencoba membuat SIM baru. Walau saya sudah tahu, harus lewat jalur resmi dan tes praktek dan tes tertulis.&lt;br /&gt;Jadilah, tadi jam 7.30 saya sudah stand by di deretan awal antrian. Tes kesehatan (formalitas though) done. Lalu antri lagi menunggu dipanggil untuk tes praktek.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi saudara-saudara, tes praktek uji SIM yang harus dilakukan adalah :&lt;br /&gt;1. Parkir serong (that’s what the police officer said), but I’d rather called it : damn-parkir parallel. Dimana semua tidak boleh diulang. Cuma 1 kesempatan mundur ke space parker, 1 kesempatan maju meluruskan ban. That’s it. Nggak boleh mengulang sedikitpun. &lt;br /&gt;2. Tanjakan : berhenti di tengah tanjakan 45* dan lanjut jalan tanpa boleh mundur se-cm-pun&lt;br /&gt;3. Zig zag : lewat cone2 yang diletakkan pada jarak 1.5 meter, nggak boleh mundur, nggak boleh nyenggol sedikit pun.&lt;br /&gt;Bayangkan..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was very very strict. Di satu sisi, saya kagum saya bapak2 polisi yang benar2 strict dan bersih menjalankan tugasnya menilai dan mengawasi kami yang tes. Di sisi lain….o my God….driving is not only parallel parking…………pengen nangis rasanya.&lt;br /&gt;Jadilah, saya melakukan pendekatan ramah tamah dengan bapak2 yang tes bareng saya tadi. Ngobrol sana sini, membuat nyaman diri sendiri. Mostly men, jadi saya dan 1 orang mbak lain minoritas banget. Akhirnya, giliran saya pun tiba. Saya belum pernah nyetir APV, dan ternyata APV adalah mobil yang tidak bersahabat sama sekali. Koplingnya ngga enak, stir nya ngga nyaman. &lt;br /&gt;Dan parkir parallel itu pun yang membuat saya TIDAK LULUS. Selama ini saya nggak pernah parkir parallel sekali masuk, pasti ada maju2 dikit, rapi2kan dikit….isn’t the essence of parking??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan akhirnya saya memutuskan langsung pulang dan menertawakan diri sendiri. Isn’t it silly???&lt;br /&gt;Dan mungkin, nanti kedepannya, saya akan memilih pergi ke Daan Mogot nan jauh di sana, dan meneruskan SIM Jakarta saya saja…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do proud with my driving skill. I know how to drive defensively. I have no doubt of it. Dan selama 10 tahun terakhir, I know I have a good record as a Jakarta citizen’s driver. (selain nerobos 3 in 1 selama setahun full dan ketangkap pada akhirnya). &lt;br /&gt;Yaa…saya memutuskan tidak mau membuat SIM baru lagi. Because I’m sure I know how to drive. And I believe, there’s a lot of parking space in Jakarta, bogor or whenever that make us no need to do the parallel parking at all……&lt;br /&gt;++++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14200498-7574270948869761611?l=sintamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintamira.blogspot.com/feeds/7574270948869761611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14200498&amp;postID=7574270948869761611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14200498/posts/default/7574270948869761611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14200498/posts/default/7574270948869761611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintamira.blogspot.com/2009/07/suami-suami-sayang-istri.html' title='suami suami sayang istri...'/><author><name>s.m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019272542280864377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14200498.post-3282536056739445178</id><published>2009-06-24T07:30:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T07:37:43.644+07:00</updated><title type='text'>resep jadi2an...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/SkFz-3jGphI/AAAAAAAAALk/UXTWLyl-B5U/s1600-h/masak1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/SkFz-3jGphI/AAAAAAAAALk/UXTWLyl-B5U/s320/masak1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350685356193130002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to cook?&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin itu pikiran yang paling sering melintas di benak working woman like me and others..apalagi kalau tidak ada pembantu yang memasakkan makanan dan pembantu itu bisa mengatur menu makanan.. intinya sih, sebagai housewife, mau tidak mau, akan memikirkan kebutuhan primer keluarganya.&lt;br /&gt;Itu pula salah satu hal besar yang sering mengisi pikiran saya tiap hari sejak saya menikah Februari lalu. Apalagi karena kami langsung menempati rumah sendiri dan mengatur rumah tangga sendiri. Walaupun di keluarga saya juga dibiasakan untuk care pada urusan dapur dan bisa memasak, tapi tetap saja, mengatur menu menjadi hal yang “besar” bagi saya. Apalagi dengan pola makan sehat yang sudah terbentuk di keluarga kami masing-masing, sehingga seperti ada “kewajiban” untuk tidak sembarang masak atau sembarang mengatur menu. &lt;br /&gt;Tapi, hal lain yang jadi beban pikiran juga adalah, waktu memasak yang terbatas. Jadi mau tidak mau ada rumusan penting yang sudah terpatri di otak saya dalam urusan masak-memasak ini : sehat &amp; cepat.&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa menu sederhana berhasil saya “ciptakan”. Saya ciptakan maksudnya adalah karena bumbu-bumbu yang digunakan sangat minimalis (baca : seadanya). Jadi pasti hasilnya (rasanya) berbeda dengan yang ada di rumah ibu / mertua yang notabene full-time housewives, walaupun judul masakannya sama. &lt;br /&gt;Buku resep? Haha…bagi saya, resep tidak harus berbentuk ‘fisik’ buku. Saya punya 1MB resep masakan dalam format pdf, secuil potongan resep semur dari majalah, dan (thank God) ada HP, jadi tiap kali nggak tau mau masak apa / masakan ini bumbunya apa, langsung sms ibu / temen yg jago masak, right from the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;Saya mau sharing beberapa resep ‘andalan’ saya (baca: resep yang minimal berulang tiap minggunya). Oya, sebelumnya, tentang takaran, semua pakai feeling, seadanya, secukupnya, dsb (practice makes perfect, right?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;strong&gt;Sayur pendamping steak (tapi tanpa steak)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbu : bawang bombay, garam, lada &lt;br /&gt;Bahan : wortel, buncis, jagung manis&lt;br /&gt;Cara masak : potong-potong bawang bombay secukupny, potongan kecil / sesukanya.&lt;br /&gt;Wortel dan buncis juga dipotong kecil, jagung dipipil&lt;br /&gt;Tumis bawang bombay dengan sedikit mentega (supaya lebih beraroma), masukan wortel, buncis, jagung. Tambah air sedikit, garam, sedikit lada. Masak sampai matang, harum.&lt;br /&gt;Estimasi waktu masak : 30’ (termasuk potong-potong bahan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;strong&gt;Semur daging / ayam (semur minimalis)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbu : bawang merah, bawang putih, lada, pala bubuk, jahe, kecap, gula, garam.&lt;br /&gt;Bahan : daging / ayam&lt;br /&gt;Cara masak : bahan untuk marinade daging / ayam : bawang merah, bawang putih, jahe (semua diblender/dihaluskan), lalu tambahkan kecap manis, lada&amp;pala bubuk secukupnya. Marinade daging/ayam 30’. Setelah itu, masukan ke wajan yang sudah dipanasi. Tambahkan kecap &amp; air. Masak sampai matang.&lt;br /&gt;Estimasi waktu masak : 30’ (tidak termasuk marinade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;strong&gt;Ayam (goreng) bumbu mentega&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbu : bawang putih, bawang bombay, pala, merica, kecap asin, kecap manis&lt;br /&gt;Bahan : ayam wingstik (atau ayam potongan kecil-kecil yang ada tulangnya)&lt;br /&gt;Cara masak : ayam di-marinade dulu dengan bawang putih &amp; garam (30 menit). Lalu boleh digoreng atau langsung dimasak. Tumis bawang putih, bawang bombay (tumis dengan mentega), kecap asin, kecap manis, lalu masukan ayam, masak sampai bumbu meresap dan matang. &lt;br /&gt;Estimasi waktu masak : 30’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;strong&gt;BBQ tanpa panggang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbu : bumbu bbq jadi, bawang putih, merica, garam&lt;br /&gt;Bahan : daging / ayam fillet, yang empuk&lt;br /&gt;Cara masak : daging / ayam dimarinade dengan bawang dan bumbu bbq (30 menit). Tambahkan merica, garam. Lalu “panggang” di atas Teflon, pakai api kecil, sampai matang. Daging / ayam bisa juga direbus dulu sampai matang. &lt;br /&gt;Estimasi waktu masak : 30 ‘ (+ 30’ waktu marinade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;strong&gt;Daging / ayam bumbu tomat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbu : tomat, bawang putih, bawang bombay, lada, garam’&lt;br /&gt;Bahan : ayam fillet potong kecil / dadu / panjang&lt;br /&gt;Cara masak : tomat + bawang putih + bawang bombay  + lada + garam dihaluskan bersama. Tambahkan saus sambal. Panaskan minyak, tumis bumbu halus tadi sampai harum. Masukan potongan ayam, masak sampai matang.&lt;br /&gt;Estimasi waktu masak : 30’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;strong&gt;Tumis tempe &amp; kacang panjang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbu : bawang merah, bawang putih, salam, cabe merah&lt;br /&gt;Bahan : kacang panjang, tempe &lt;br /&gt;Cara masak : kacang panjang &amp; tempe potong kecil. Tumis bawang merah, putih, salam, cabe merah. Masukan sayuran , tambahkan garam, gula. Masak sampai matang.&lt;br /&gt;Estimasi waktu masak : 15’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;strong&gt;Sup ayam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbu : bawang putih, garam, lada, sedikit pala, seledri&lt;br /&gt;Bahan : wortel, buncis, ayam (rebus kaldu) lebih enak sayap ayam, tapi lebih tidak berlemak dada ayam. &lt;br /&gt;Cara masak : rebus kaldu sampai ayam matang. Bawang putih ditumis, lalu masukkan dalam rebusan kaldu. Masukan wortel, buncis, jagung, dsb. Masak sampai matang.&lt;br /&gt;Estimasi waktu masak : 15’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;strong&gt;Soto (on pic)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbu : bawang putih, bawang merah, daun jeruk (bener ngga ya?), kunyit (bubuk)&lt;br /&gt;Bahan : toge, wortel potong kecil, daging&lt;br /&gt;Cara masak : kuah rebusan daging tambahkan bawang putih &amp; merah yang udah ditumis, tambah daun jeruk, garam, kunyit. Lalu masak bersama dagingnya sampai matang.&lt;br /&gt;Estimasi waktu masak : 30’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu sebagian resep masak yang saya punya. Sebenarnya dari resep-resep itu, juga ada yang saya modifikasi sendiri, jadi lebih banyak variasinya. Belum termasuk resep-resep masak 5’, karena bahan sudah disiapkan dari malam, jadi pagi tinggal rebus-rebus dikit, langsung jadi. &lt;br /&gt;Oya, semua resep masak ini bisa saya jamin sehat. Karena minim minyak, lemak, kolesterol...(teteup, obsesi makanan sehat :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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Exciting, tapi tidak sampai membuat adrenalin dan emosi membuncah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laskar Pelangi, sebagai buku pertama, memang luar biasa. Komentar orang2 di halaman2 awal, bahwa membaca tulisan Andrea seperti ecstasy, memang benar. Novel yang membuat saya ngga berhenti membaca, itu ecstasy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/SVodBFEjHxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/IL4ahbiNr9g/s1600-h/edensor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/SVodBFEjHxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/IL4ahbiNr9g/s320/edensor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285569017051029266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edensor, saya suka sekali. Berkali2 saya cuma menarik nafas saat membaca buku ini, he's very genius. Itu saja komentar saya. Indah banget penggambaran mimpi, cinta, kegilaan masa mudah di novel ini. Semua mengalir dengan alami banget, tidak tergesa-gesa, dan benar-benar masuk ke alam kejeniusan Andrea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maryamah Karpov, seharusnya jadi novel yang ditunggu2. Karena launchingnya setelah film Laskar Pelangi booming di mana2. &lt;br /&gt;Entah mengapa, novel ini satu2nya novel Andrea yang membuat saya banyak berhenti membaca dan akhirnya novel itu lebih lama teronggok di tempat tidur (hehe..tempat saya menaruh novel2 yang masih pending bacanya).&lt;br /&gt;Sepertinya cerita di novel keempat ini kurang fokus, terkesan tergesa-gesa. Sehingga saya sendiri kurang bisa menangkap dengan jalas, alur utamanya apa. Kalau tentang cinta, mengapa rasanya setelah bertemu A Ling, cerita malah jadi hambar. Kalau tentang mimpi, hmm, rasanya tidak sedasyat keliling eropa di Edensor. Kalau cerita tentang persahabatan, hmm, pastinya tidak seindah di Laskar Pelangi. &lt;br /&gt;Serba tanggung. Malah menurut saya, lebih seperti novel sosiologi budaya. Saya malah lebih paham tentang budaya Belitong setelah membaca novel ini. &lt;br /&gt;Dokter Gigi Dias, muncul secara heroik, tapi kemudian flat saja bahkan tidak ada bumbu2 menarik seperti yang saya duga sebelumnya. tadinya saya pikir akan ada cinta lokasi dengan Ikal, dsb. &lt;br /&gt;Ikal yang sudah S2 dari Sorbonne, sepertinya hidupnya jadi kurang passion dan kurang menggambarkan mimpi2nya Laskar Pelangi dengan kelamaan nganggur dan nongkrong di warung kopi. &lt;br /&gt;Arai yang mengejar cinta, juga tidak digambarkan mengharu biru seperti di Edensor. &lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya yang paling ditunggu2 oleh pembaca adalah kelanjutan kisah A Ling dan Ikal...tapi sepertinya perjuangan untuk mengejar A Ling pun terkesan 'maksa'. Membuat kapal? hm, jadi seperti membaca mitologi yunani. Jauh lebih indah kisah pencarian A Ling di berbagai sudut negara Eropa. &lt;br /&gt;Ikal berlatih biola, lalu....? menggantung begitu saja. padahal gadis &amp; biola yang seolah jadi tema utama novel ini kalau dilihat dari covernya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya bukan kritikus novel / karya sastra. Tapi sebagai seorang pembaca, saya kecewa dengan novel ini, karena tidak se-klimaks yang dibayangkan saat saya membeli dan merobek sampul plastiknya dan secepat mungkin mulai membaca. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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(even sebelum saya mulai kerja). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masuk dunia kerja, saya juga bisa pamer dikit, karena money habit saya itu semakin membaik.&lt;br /&gt;ortu otomatis ngga lagi memberi suntikan dana apapun. saya cukupkan semua kebutuhan dengan gaji saya. cari tambahan sana sini. pengeluaran tambah besar dengan tanggung jawab yang juga bertambah. ada mobil yang high cost juga perawatannya, ada pos untuk belanja baju kerja yang harus diupdate terus, ada pos ini itu, yang so far selalu bisa saya cukupkan dengan gaji saya. dan tentu saja, tetap saving at least half of my salary. &lt;br /&gt;i do really a big saver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makanya saya cukup kaget saat kenal dengan beberapa orang yang bahkan di usia kuliah, belum punya rekening tabungan. atau bahkan masih dpt uang saku harian dari ortu. atau masih suka minta uang tambahan ke ortu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kadangkala kalo denger temen kantor yang belum akhir bulan uangnya udah habis. dari financial planning yang saya tau, hal seperti itu terjadi either karena dia ngga punya good money habit atau memang gajinya yang terlalu kecil. (ya mau gimana, hidup di jakarta butuh biaya at least 1,5jt / bulan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, money habit saya terus berkembang. &lt;br /&gt;update pengetahuan tentang financial planning, belajar invest di sana sini. &lt;br /&gt;dan money habit ini semakin berkembang saat ketemu calon suami saya yang juga a big saver. we both have a very good money habit. &lt;br /&gt;sekali lagi, manusia yang kaya bukan yang pintar bagaimana membelanjakan uangnya, tapi yang pintar menginvestasikan uangnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kami berdua sama2 terus mengisi pundi2 kami masing2. &lt;br /&gt;kami ngga terbiasa membelanjakannya. &lt;br /&gt;bahkan untuk membeli laptop / hp saja, butuh pertimbangan berbulan2. &lt;br /&gt;kadang2 kalo dipikir, keterlaluan juga, tapi yaaa...begitulah kenyataaannya, kami cenderung pelit untuk spend di pos2 besar seperti itu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai akhirnya...&lt;br /&gt;kami harus jadi big spender....&lt;br /&gt;(but still, we are very thankful for being big savers before).&lt;br /&gt;saya sering miris sendiri kalo liat rekening tabungan saya sekarang. tapi saya masih bisa menghibur diri karena (untungnya) saya ngga pernah taruh semua uang saya di satu rekening. rekening operasional terus tergerus untuk keperluan persiapan berumah tangga. (yang sangat besar....huehehehe...sekali lagi : sangat besar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money isn't everything. &lt;br /&gt;tapi saat harus jadi big spender seperti saat2 ini, harga uang benar2 terasa bagi saya.&lt;br /&gt;kalau ada yang bilang, menghambur2kan uang lebih mudah daripada menghasilkannya, bagi saya, spending money sama sulitnya dengan saving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think,&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later, i'll have my new money habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan thank GOD, keluarga saya benar2 membekali saya dengan a very good money habit. yang semoga bisa membuat saya lebih wise mengatur keuangan rumah tangga nantinya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14200498-7699474983755192441?l=sintamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintamira.blogspot.com/feeds/7699474983755192441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14200498&amp;postID=7699474983755192441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14200498/posts/default/7699474983755192441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14200498/posts/default/7699474983755192441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintamira.blogspot.com/2008/11/money-habit.html' title='money habit'/><author><name>s.m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019272542280864377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14200498.post-3833010576326320056</id><published>2008-10-30T16:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:53:05.580+07:00</updated><title type='text'>! Exclamation Mark !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/SQmC5LJ_XAI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kfAiYibTNpk/s1600-h/exclamation+mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 65px; height: 126px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/SQmC5LJ_XAI/AAAAAAAAAKM/kfAiYibTNpk/s320/exclamation+mark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262881558317980674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulisan di bawah ini adalah tentang preferences. Simply preferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both, me &amp; bru, sama2 ngga suka dengan SMS-SMS yang ditulis dengan tanda seru (a.k.a Exclamation Mark!!). entah kenapa, bagi saya pribadi, rasanya membaca SMS yang bertanda seru seperti mendengar seseorang berbicara sambil berteriak. I don’t say it’s impolite. Hanya saja, memberi kami kesan negative terhadap si penulis. &lt;br /&gt;Bukankah those exclamation marks bisa diganti dengan titik (.), atau tanda tanya saja (?), atau lebih baik gantung, tanpa tanda baca sama sekali. Toh semua orang paham, menulis di SMS prinsipnya yang penting hemat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bru pernah menganalisa kesan negative yang ia rasakan dari seorang colleague yang terbiasa menulis SMS dengan exclamation marks itu. Dan ternyata kesan negative itu terbukti benar setelah menjalani perjalanan bersama orang tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ngapain nanya ke bos?!!&lt;/em&gt;  (hmm…kalau itu kalimat tanya biasa, bukankah lebih enak dibaca : &lt;em&gt;ngapain nanya ke bos?&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;Saya juga pernah menerima kesan negative juga dari orang2 yang terbiasa menulis dengan exclamation marks itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sin, tungguin bentar ya?!   &lt;/em&gt;(ini dari seorang penebeng, yang selalu datang terlambat dan membuat saya menunggu 10 – 20 menit. Dan…she’s still using those-i-hate-marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atau ini,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ga gaul amat tempatnya?!&lt;/em&gt; (hmm…is it really need to use the mark?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya juga heran, kenapa tanda seru itu seringkali dimunculkan setelah tanda tanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An exclamation mark or exclamation point is a punctuation mark: ! It is usually used after an interjection or exclamation to indicate strong feelings or high volume, and often marks the end of a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu menurut Wikipedia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indicate ‘strong feelings’ or  ‘high volume’….indicate emotion, isn’t it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya sendiri paling senang menggunakan smiley icon. Di HP, di email, di YM, dimanapun written expression memungkinkan. Sebelum ngefans dengan smiley icon, saya dan bru biasa menggunakan bahasa2 sederhana untuk menjelaskan suatu ekspresi di dalam tanda kurung untuk bahasa kami di SMS.&lt;br /&gt;Misalnya, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu pasti bisa…(tepuk2 pundakmu)&lt;br /&gt;Hore2 gajian….(lompat2)&lt;br /&gt;Atau sekedar kata2 singkat : peluk, cium, dll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, menurut kami (me &amp; bru), ada banyak sekali sarana untuk mengekspresikan emosi secara written verbal. Selain dengan exclamation mark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not a critique nor blaming. It’s only preferences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I right???!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Am I right ? (silang tangan, angguk2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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collection of physical, psychological, and emotional symptoms related to a woman's menstrual cycle&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Wikipedia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;PMS berisi gabungan berbagai simtom seperti :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Kram perut (check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Payudara melembut, gatal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Stress / anxiety (very check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Agresi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Depresi (check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Sakit sendi / otot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Perubahan nafsu makan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- High sexual arousal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Insomnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Sakit kepala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Kelelahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Sulit berkonsentrasi (check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Ketakutan berlebihan (check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Suhu tubuh meningkat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Jerawat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Alergi memburuk, mis : alergi kulit, pernafasan, atau penglihatan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dan sindrom ini memburuk dengan adanya : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Banyak konsumsi kafein (check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Situasi yang bisa menimbulkan stress (check)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Meningkatnya usia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Riwayat depresi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Tembakau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Riwayat keluarga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Faktor diet (kurang vitamin, mineral, terutama magnesium, mangan, dan vit E)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Walaupun banyak feminis dan para 'wanita perkasa' yang menganggap PMS ini sebagai sindrom yang sengaja diciptakan oleh budaya patriarkat, dan lebih bersifat psikososial dibanding sindrom fisik, psikologis sebenarnya, (saya setuju bagian ini), tapi......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;saya tetap mengalaminya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dan kali ini, it's worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just like in a manic-depressive states. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14200498-1703177432729505074?l=sintamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintamira.blogspot.com/feeds/1703177432729505074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14200498&amp;postID=1703177432729505074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14200498/posts/default/1703177432729505074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14200498/posts/default/1703177432729505074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintamira.blogspot.com/2008/06/pms.html' title='P.M.S'/><author><name>s.m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019272542280864377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14200498.post-6823054420492139422</id><published>2008-05-27T19:38:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:05:40.598+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bo-bru'/><title type='text'>our songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;i'm working on our album. actually, just compiling our songs. since i have this magnificent relationship with a very talented audiographic guy &amp;amp; a good singer, every music (and sounds) is important. and vice versa, since he has this relationship with a very visual-dependent girl, every lyrics of the song or written expression is also important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;lagu2 kami ini kami temukan dengan cara2 unik. bisa jadi lagu yang diputar di radio saat momen2 tertentu. bisa jadi, memang lagu yang kami 'cari' bersama (tau lagu ini ngga? cari deh...). bisa jadi, lagu yang dinyanyikan (biasanya sih oleh dia) di moment2 tertentu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;here they are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;It might be you (stephen bishop + instrumental by Dave Gruisin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's our first song. lagu yang kami 'cari' dan akhirnya mempertemukan kami, dalam sebuah pertanyaan, sedikit ragu dan penasaran : could it be you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;How do you talk to an angel (The Heights)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagu yang sering dia nyanyikan saat membuka pintu ruang kantor, saat itu. sekedar 'memberitahu' bahwa ia datang dan karena tempat duduk saya memang tidak jauh dari pintu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Close to you (Carpenters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;lagu yang sangat manis, yang untuk pertama kalinya saya dengar dengan sangat jelas dan dekat. he sang it for me, on the phone....hihi. saat tidak bisa ketemu untuk beberapa saat. soon to be, this song becomes my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The Riddle (Five for fighting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;lagu yang menggambarkan, relationship ini seperti one big riddle, and we have to find the answer. there's answer we are not wise enough to see...dasyat banget kata2nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Akhirnya ku menemukanmu (Naff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;lagu yang agak cengeng sih menurut saya....but still, had big meaning for me. beberapa kali secara tidak sengaja kami mendengarkan lagu ini dan saling sms/telp untuk memberi tahu. yang saya ingat persis, waktu itu udah malam, dan dia dalam perjalanan pulang ke bogor...kami dengerin lagu ini (di tempat berbeda).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're the right combination (Seiko &amp;amp; Donnie Wahlberg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;lagi-lagi lagu retro. saat awal2 mulai merasa banyak ketidakcocokan, api ketemu besi. kami belajar memahami, dari ketidakcocokan itu, sebenarnya kami cocok. dan indeed, kombinasi kami berdua (kalo bahasa fisikanya) merupakan potensi daya yang luar biasa....bisa menghancurkan, atau menghidupkan. and, we chose the last one.&lt;br /&gt;lagu ini saya print dengan indahnya, dan dipasangnya pada bingkai kaca. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;When i see you smile (Bad English)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, ternyata lagu2 kami jadul semua ya. lagu ini adalah lagu yang bener2 bisa membuat senyum saat hubungan kami terasa berat. senyum yang biasanya berair mata. hehe...when i see you smile...i can face the world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan lagu 'terakhir' yang kami temukan akhir2 ini adalah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Through the years (Kenny Rogers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he sent me the lyrics some days ago. membuat berlinang2....hehehe..dan langsung cari mp3nya. dan belum dpt2....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;So close (John Mclaughin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soundtracknya Enchanted. musiknya membuat angan melayang ke dansa di ballroom....pas banget dengan kondisi hubungan sekarang: so close....yet so far. sebenarnya ini masih jadi lagu 'saya' belum secara 'resmi' jadi lagu 'kami'.....hehe...walau ngga ada prosedur 'resmi' tapi kalau sebuah lagu menjadi lagu kami, we just know it (in an unexplainable way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far baru itu....since i know that it is a very long journey....saya yakin, koleksi kami akan terus bertambah.&lt;br /&gt;pengennya sih kasih semua linknya disini, supaya semua bisa ikut denger lagu2 ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++&lt;br /&gt;bru, lagu apa lagi yang kelupaan ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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Setelah berkali-kali datang dan pergi berbagai pameran dan expo disana, kali ini kami bertekad akan pulang dengan membawa ‘hasil’ selain segepok brosur2 yg akhirnya menumpuk di kamar saya. Seperti expo2 lain, selalu crowded, ngga nyaman dan melelahkan. Setelah melakukan ‘deal’ dengan salah satu brand laptop asing N*C, kami bergegas menuju gramedia pondok indah untuk mengambil notebooknya karena saking ‘larisnya’ stok di expo itu sudah habis. &lt;br /&gt;Di gerai Gramedia Pondok Indah itu petugas IT dari N*C langsung menginstal ini itu. Kami sedang duduk di meja bundar di situ saat seorang bapak ikut bergabung dengan kami dan langsung membuka laptopnya, bertipe A@@R aspire 12” yang saya tahu harganya ngga kurang dari 10jt. Lalu sambil laptopnya diinstallkan anti virus oleh teknisi, bapak itu mulai berkoar :&lt;br /&gt;Bapak X : “Pasti spec-nya kalah sama laptop saya…laptop saya ini spec-nya udah yang paling canggih nih!” (bicara dengan keras ke istrinya dengan wajah meremehkan ke arah kami)&lt;br /&gt;Aji : “O iya ya pak….” &lt;br /&gt;Saya : (memberengut dengan gemas dan berteriak I Hate This Kind Of Man)&lt;br /&gt;Bapak X : “Punya saya ini blablabla bla….” (semua kelebihan laptopnya)&lt;br /&gt;Aji : (menyimak, angguk2, sesekali menanggapi ini itu sambil berbisik ke saya “I Like This Kind Of Man”)&lt;br /&gt;Saya : (buang muka saking sebelnya dgn tipe orang seperti bapak itu)&lt;br /&gt;Sampai akhirnya…&lt;br /&gt;Bapak X : “Tapi tipe N*C itu memang ok. Kalau N*C itu Volvo, laptop saya ini cuma Toyota lah…”&lt;br /&gt;Aji : (tetap rendah hati) “Ya tapi pak, Volvo tahun 70-an sama Toyota jaman sekarang kan juga kalah…”&lt;br /&gt;(semua tertawa bersama….kecuali saya)&lt;br /&gt;Di akhir perbincangan itu, akhirnya saya berhasil memuaskan ‘ego’ saya untuk menang, yaitu cerita dengan bangganya tentang laptop N*C ini yg berhasil kami dapatkan dengan harga yg ok, dsb, dsb. Sampai istri si bapak berkomentar iri dengan gemasnya (mungkin dia merasa suaminya ini udah songong kok ya beli laptop mahal2 amat, tapi ternyata bukan yg terbaik….hehe)&lt;br /&gt;++++&lt;br /&gt;Itu cuplikan beberapa hari yang lalu. Meanwhile, minggu2 ini adalah minggu terakhir sebelum deadline artikel untuk di forum manajemen kantor saya. Saya juga sedang ngebut selesaikan artikel tentang Transactional Analysis…yang juga terinspirasi dari buku Social Intelligence yang sedang saya baca. Sementara………&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside saya tahu, I don’t have such social intelligence. Saya kurang bisa memuaskan ‘ego’ orang lain untuk mencapai komunikasi yang maksimal. Dan memang butuh skill khusus ternyata. Seni berkomunikasi dan bersosialisasi. Dan saya akui, pasangan saya cukup ahli dalam hal ini. Dia tahu ego2 mana saja yang harus diberi makan. Walau pada akhirnya, dia tetap tahu gimana memenangkan sebuah pertarungan. Kadangkala saya gemas dengan cara dia berkomunikasi dengan orang lain. Tapi ternyata disitu letak seninya. Dengan caranya itu, dia bisa dapatkan lebih banyak informasi dari orang yg dia ajak bicara. Sementara kalau saya, hanya mendapatkan seperlunya saja. &lt;br /&gt;Di luar sana, memang banyak orang-orang dengan karakter ‘sulit’ yang membuat saya memasang mind set “I hate this kind of person”. Yang masuk kategori ini (menurut saya) adalah : orang2 yang sok banged merasa diri yang paling ok, cowo2 yang nggak cowo banged (sissy, ngga gentle, terlalu feminine, ngga tegas, dsb), orang2 yang ngga tau maunya apa (ngga punya pendirian), orang-orang yang belagu dan berusaha memanfaatkan orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin sudah saatnya saya menghapus mind set “I hate this kind of person” saat menghadapi kategori orang2 ‘sulit’ itu. Tapi bersikap seperti pasangan saya, yang langsung merasa tertantang untuk menghadapi orang2 ‘sulit’ itu…dan dengan wajah antusias untuk menang, berbisik ‘I Like This Kind of Person’. &lt;br /&gt;Karena akhirnya, yang pintar akan menang.&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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(belakangan saya tau, kalau saya ngantor pas weekend, semua digosok dengan alat2 khusus selama weekend).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yak saudara-saudara....itu semua berkat jasa para invisble people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;kalau mereka 'kepergok', misalnya saat ke toilet ada mba2 CS sedang mengelap wastafel, mereka juga dididik untuk memberikan 'service smile' yang luar biasa menenangkan hati. ditambah sapaan 'service warm' pagi bu....yang juga menenangkan hati apalagi saat mood kacau. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;kadang saya berpikir.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hanya orang2 yang benar2 punya jiwa melayani yang bisa melakukan itu semua. mengutamakan hasil kerja dan bukan eksistensi diri. menempatkan diri invisible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;punya jiwa melayani dan siap sedia memberi kehangatan untuk customer yg ditemui. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jiwa melayani  dan kerendahan hati yang harus diatas emosi sesaat pribadi, di atas permasalahan harian mereka, di atas problem hidup di keluarga, masalah anak2 mereka, dsb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dan anehnya, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tiap kali saya berencana menyapa dan sedikit mengajak ngobrol mba2 CS yang saya pergoki di toilet...begitu saya keluar dari bilik toilet, mereka pasti sudah menghilang. dan sejauh ini, saya juga ngga tau, mereka punya ruangan dimana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;jadi memang mungkin hanya senyum hangat dan sapaan 'pagi mba...' atau 'makasih mba' atau 'maaf yg mba wastafelnya jadi basah lagi deh....' yang bisa jadi jembatan komunikasi dengan dunia invisble itu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish....i have such invisible work attitude seperti para invisible people itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;+++++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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Salah seorang teman bilang buku ini love story biasa. Menurut saya nggak. Ini buku tentang love story yang unik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buku ini bercerita tentang kisah cinta Henry dan Clare. Henry menderita kelainan gen yang namanya CPD (Chrono-Displaced Person). Kelainan ini membuatnya bisa menjelajah waktu. Ia bisa tiba-tiba menghilang dan muncul di tempat yang tak dikenalnya sepuluh tahun yang lalu atau yang akan datang. Kisah ini semakin unik saat Henry bertemu Clare. Henry bertemu Clare pertama kali saat Henry ‘menjelajah’ waktu ke masa lalu dimana Clare baru berumur 6 tahun. Dan di tahun itu, somewhere di luar sana ada Henry lain yang berusia 14 tahun (beda usia Henry dan Clare 8 tahun). Mereka terlibat dalam kisah cinta yg unik. Henry dengan kemampuan dasein-nya. Dan Clare dengan kemampuannya menunggu dan cintanya untuk memahami Henry. Henry bisa pergi begitu saja (meninggalkan pakaian yang teronggok), dan muncul di mana saja (dalam keadaan telanjang bulat).&lt;br /&gt;Cerita makin unik saat mereka berusaha punya anak. Tentu saja anak mereka ini mewarisi cacat gen Henry. Sehingga sejak dalam kandungan, janin bisa pergi dan datang. Hingga akhirnya Clare keguguran berkali-kali. Pada akhirnya mereka berhasil mendapatkan seorang anak, diberi nama Alba. Alba juga seorang penjelajah waktu.&lt;br /&gt;Karena menghilang dan muncul di waktu kapan saja, sekali waktu, Henry muncul (dalam keadaan telanjang) di suatu masa musim dingin. Kakinya mengalami frosbite. Sehingga saat kembali ke masa sebenarrnya (yang sedang musim panas) semua orang bingung, bagaimana bisa mengalami frostbite di musim panas. Kaki Henry akhirnya harus diamputasi.&lt;br /&gt;Tak lama setelah itu, Henry meninggal. Dengan cara yang unik. Ia meninggal karena tertembak saat sedang menjelajah waktu ke masa dimana Clare masih berusia 13 tahun. Tapi di masa sebenarnya, ia berusia 43 tahun dan meninggal dalam pelukan Clare.&lt;br /&gt;Di akhir buku, digambarkan Clare berusia 82 tahun, dan kembali bertemu dengan Henry (sewaktu masih hidup) yang menjelajah ke masa depan (which is sangat jarang Henry bisa menjelajah ke masa depan, ia menjelajah ke masa depan hanya sekali, saat sebelum Alba lahir, ia melihat Alba sudah berusia 10 tahun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah kenapa, setelah baca buku ini, saya jadi keingat The Lake House. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/R3IlSTLUuuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oVCOB-9NjSk/s1600-h/Lakehouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/R3IlSTLUuuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oVCOB-9NjSk/s200/Lakehouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148218320353540834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sama-sama kisah cinta yang terpisah waktu. Kalau di Lake House, jarak waktu mereka sudah fixed, yaitu 2 tahun. Tapi tetap aja, pada akhirnya ada seseorang yang harus menunggu. Karena ada jarak waktu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keduanya, ajaib. Gak biasa.&lt;br /&gt;Dan pada akhirnya (dengan sedikit sentimental), menurut saya banyak orang yang memang ber-ide menggabungkan konsep CINTA dan WAKTU.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin karena keduanya punya kekuatan luar biasa. Dan pada akhirnya, teteup, CINTA yang menang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s give our standing ovation, for : LOVE…&lt;br /&gt;Let love rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++&lt;br /&gt;--dengan dipenuhi cinta--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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Least and least plastic please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;here are things i plan to do : re-use plastik, plastik sampah kering bisa dipake berulang2, mau coba bawa tas kain untuk ganti plastic bag dari supermarket, dan intinya sesedikit mungkin membuah sampah plastik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;karena selembar plastik baru bisa ter'cerna' dengan sempurna oleh our mother earth, setelah 100 tahun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2. Smart shopping..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;gak beli air mineral dlm kemasan (ini udah lama saya lakukan) jadi selalu punya botol air sendiri untuk diisi ulang...cara ini bisa menghemat banyak sampah plastik dan juga lebih sehat, karena kalo pilih botol yg tepat, kita gak memasukkan racun plastik ke dalam tubuh. wadah plastik yang sehat yg kodenya : 1, 2, atau 4. kode ini biasanya ada di pantat botol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sebisa mungkin juga beli kemasan2 isi ulang....mengurangi sampah plastik keras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3. Least tissue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;di episode going greeen oprah itu, dikasih tahu, kalau setiap orang bisa menghemat 1 lembar tissue sehari, it means a lot untuk pohon2 di hutan.....so, i'll give a try: gak narik roll tissue terlalu panjang dari tisu di toilet kantor, back to handuk kecil untuk lap kringet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;4. Sampah organik - non organik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ini udah dilaksanakan dari beberapa bulan lalu di rumah.....sampah dapur organik dikumpulin nyokap trus ditimbun di halaman jadi pupuk. sampah non organik dibuang biasa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;5. Mencintai pohon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;hehe....weekend kemarin ketiban tanggung jawab menyiram tanaman2 nyokap...dan it makes me feel good. memberi 'kesegaran' untuk tanaman2 yg sempat layu karena 1 hari saya gak siramin. saya mau mencintai poon2 itu......:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;6. Hemat listrik..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;selama ini kebiasaan jelek saya (karena saya takut gelap), membiarkan lampu kamar nyala terus....mulai sekarang sih pengennya bener2 bisa matiin lampu tiap keluar kamar. dan hemat2 listrik untuk yg lain2 juga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;7. Stay biodiesel....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;udah dilakukan sejak solar berganti jadi biodiesel....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm....so far sih baru itu beberapa niat small steps saya untuk membantu merawat our beloved mother earth....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;it needs one simple step to make a big leap, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;let's go &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14200498-7420427628639385564?l=sintamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintamira.blogspot.com/feeds/7420427628639385564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14200498&amp;postID=7420427628639385564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14200498/posts/default/7420427628639385564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14200498/posts/default/7420427628639385564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintamira.blogspot.com/2007/11/bad-english.html' title='bad english'/><author><name>s.m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019272542280864377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/R0PI0wpJnLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/C5EC22PpN_c/s72-c/Handss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14200498.post-1402165427439555959</id><published>2007-11-19T16:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:35:21.278+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before You Say 'I Do'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/R0JtTQpJnKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/r_6s7jqEABU/s1600-h/Bk+ungu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/R0JtTQpJnKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/r_6s7jqEABU/s200/Bk+ungu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134786702808292514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...tickling statement, huh?&lt;br /&gt;we're doing this 'project'...these hundreds of questions to discuss. long, tiring, emotion-waking, sweet, rational discussion. &lt;br /&gt;since the tagline of the book is how to build a based-on rational thinking relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, still thinking...what actually should be done, before the 'i do' things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the first time i enter a fully-visionable relationship. &lt;br /&gt;a li'l bit scary, challenging, and passionate (still).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still thinking...what actually should be felt, before the 'i do' things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure of what i'm thinking. &lt;br /&gt;i'm sure of what we're going thru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still thinking...what actually should be doubt, before the 'i do' things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know..the answers would come as time goes by...&lt;br /&gt;as we walk through the pages of questions&lt;br /&gt;as we walk through the days of fights&lt;br /&gt;as we walk through the hard discussions&lt;br /&gt;as we walk through the sweet passionate love&lt;br /&gt;as we walk through this real feeling&lt;br /&gt;and as we hold on this commitment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++&lt;br /&gt;'i love u today, more than yesterday, but not as much as tomorrow...'&lt;br /&gt;bo to bru.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14200498-1402165427439555959?l=sintamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintamira.blogspot.com/feeds/1402165427439555959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14200498&amp;postID=1402165427439555959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14200498/posts/default/1402165427439555959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14200498/posts/default/1402165427439555959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintamira.blogspot.com/2007/11/before-you-say-i-do.html' title='Before You Say &apos;I Do&apos;'/><author><name>s.m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019272542280864377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/R0JtTQpJnKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/r_6s7jqEABU/s72-c/Bk+ungu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14200498.post-3490555985169131374</id><published>2007-11-07T11:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:35:23.253+07:00</updated><title type='text'>time machine</title><content type='html'>Sudah beberapa bulan terakhir, saya bertekad ingin mencari a little more free space di meja kamar saya. Secara sebagai ‘kolektor’ barang2 yang paling susah membuang barang, semua barang numpuk di meja, lemari, kamar. Akhirnya hari minggu kemarin saya membulatkan tekad untuk mewujudkan a little more free space itu.&lt;br /&gt;Langkah pertama yang harus dilakukan adalah : memindahkan barang2 di meja kemana? Barang-barang dimeja yang mau saya gusur ini sebagian besar adalah berkas2 dari waktu S2. Supaya berkas-berkas kuliah ini bertemu ‘teman-temannya’ di lemari, akhirnya langkah berikut adalah : memindahkan barang2 di lemari kemana? Jawabannya adalah : sebagian dibuang (hehe, tindakan yang seringkali bingung saya lakukan) dan sebagian dipindahkan ke atas lemari.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe..see.....not solve the problem at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya berbekal plastik2 sampah, sapu, lap, pengki, ‘kerja bakti’ itupun saya mulai. “kerja bakti’ seperti ini terakhir saya lakukan beberapa tahun lalu. &lt;br /&gt;Dan amazingly, begitu ngebongkar lemari, saya seperti masuk ke TIME MACHINE. Karena inilah barang-barang kuno penemuan saya di lemari yang kayaknya emang layak dimuseumkan. Disini saya urutkan in chronological age barang itu :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raket pingpong (hehe...apa ya namanya, bukan raket lah...)&lt;br /&gt;Ini dari jaman SD dulu, ikut ekskul pingpong. Masih bagus, dan lengkap dengan tag nama &amp; alamat saya di rumah lama dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/RzE6Dy_xVSI/AAAAAAAAABc/TYlrhoJXZmM/s1600-h/Pingpong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/RzE6Dy_xVSI/AAAAAAAAABc/TYlrhoJXZmM/s200/Pingpong.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129945287454971170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buku-buku piano...(hehe...another things that has been suppressed so many years). Ini dari jaman les piano SD – SMP. Kalo ngga salah, buku2 ini dari tingkat akhir saya les disitu. Buku2 awal yang udah habis ‘dikuasai’ masih ketinggal di kursi piano di rumah lama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/RzE6ii_xVTI/AAAAAAAAABk/AW58wKNLIm4/s1600-h/Bk+piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/RzE6ii_xVTI/AAAAAAAAABk/AW58wKNLIm4/s200/Bk+piano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129945815735948594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undangan Ultah saya yang ke-16 (which means, udah 10 tahun saya nyimpen selembar kertas gini).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/RzE61y_xVUI/AAAAAAAAABs/IzHo_yzlPT0/s1600-h/Ultah16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/RzE61y_xVUI/AAAAAAAAABs/IzHo_yzlPT0/s200/Ultah16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129946146448430402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu kalo mau ngerayain ultah, saya patungan sama Lia (bogel) yg ultahnya cuma beda 2 hari dgn saya. Ultah ke-16 ini kita ngundang beberapa teman sekelas aja di restoran Big Boy, di gedung Sebelas Maret Kuningan. (kalo gak salah...soalnya sekarang resto itu udah tutup). Big Boy ini Triple Decker Burger-nya enak. Gak kalah sama Big Mac. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potongan2 triplek warna warni peninggalan jaman MB (saya udah lupa apa julukan barang ini dulu). Yang pasti potongan2 ini kita pakai untuk latihan display. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/RzE7NS_xVVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1XK-Y_vV9QQ/s1600-h/MB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/RzE7NS_xVVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1XK-Y_vV9QQ/s200/MB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129946550175356242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi ditaruh di lantai untuk mengingatkan posisi sebelumnya. Wah udah buluk banget deh triplek2 ini. Secara dari dulu dilempar2 di aspal panas atau semak belukar tempat kita latihan display. Sekantong sama potongan2 ini, saya juga nemuin notes MB saya, isinya ‘rumus2’ posisi display untuk Grand Prix MB jaman dulu....untuk Phantom of The Opera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya...UMPTN!! dan lihatlah....nama saya masuk di halaman koran.....hehe....a way to go to psikologi UI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/RzE9UC_xVWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QCniwVJoTak/s1600-h/Umptn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/RzE9UC_xVWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QCniwVJoTak/s200/Umptn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129948865162728802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan inilah beberapa name tag kepanitiaan selama kuliah.....hehe....semua dikumpulin, ya sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/RzE9ni_xVXI/AAAAAAAAACE/_gFwWyTcmag/s1600-h/Panitia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/RzE9ni_xVXI/AAAAAAAAACE/_gFwWyTcmag/s200/Panitia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129949200170177906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah lemari time machine itu. Isinya organized, tiap kantong isinya berkas2 kuliah tiap semester. Hehe...nggak tau juga kenapa gak tega rasanya ngebuang catatan2 dari jaman kuliah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/RzE-Ci_xVYI/AAAAAAAAACM/BYcs_DMGIQ8/s1600-h/Diktat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/RzE-Ci_xVYI/AAAAAAAAACM/BYcs_DMGIQ8/s200/Diktat2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129949664026645890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan akhirnya, the team champion! Hehe....waktu kuliah ini, kelompok kita ini dpt nilai tertinggi dan pujian khusus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/RzE-3C_xVZI/AAAAAAAAACU/vljdfMLsruA/s1600-h/Timchampion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/RzE-3C_xVZI/AAAAAAAAACU/vljdfMLsruA/s200/Timchampion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129950565969778066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juga nemu tes V.A.R (verbal analogical reasoning) hasil buatan MKT kelompok waktu itu..hehe...ada segepok bukunya nih. Buat apa lg ya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya saya pindahin berkas2 S2 di meja ke lemari dan saya juga nemuin hasil tes yang kami buat waktu itu....secara (seharusnya) levelnya lebih tinggi, kita buat tes untuk screening orang2 yang Social Phobia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/RzE_NC_xVaI/AAAAAAAAACc/ro4U8GVLsrc/s1600-h/MktS2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/RzE_NC_xVaI/AAAAAAAAACc/ro4U8GVLsrc/s200/MktS2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129950943926900130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/RzE_ky_xVbI/AAAAAAAAACk/ml4IBx9h-OY/s1600-h/Optima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/RzE_ky_xVbI/AAAAAAAAACk/ml4IBx9h-OY/s200/Optima.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129951351948793266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah lulus juga sempat coba2 buat proposal consulting dan akhirnya terbengkalai begitu saja...hehe...my Optima Consulting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitulah secuplik perjalanan time machine saya hari minggu kemarin.&lt;br /&gt;it was a wonderful journey, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14200498-1865654579545426964?l=sintamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintamira.blogspot.com/feeds/1865654579545426964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14200498&amp;postID=1865654579545426964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14200498/posts/default/1865654579545426964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14200498/posts/default/1865654579545426964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintamira.blogspot.com/2007/10/bouquet-flower.html' title='a bouquet flower'/><author><name>s.m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019272542280864377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/RyVCG36WGYI/AAAAAAAAABU/i4O1IrOendA/s72-c/Buket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14200498.post-3741007688394427046</id><published>2007-10-17T11:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:35:23.724+07:00</updated><title type='text'>bye Benji....</title><content type='html'>Rest In Peace today, Oct 17th 2007, early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya kenal Benji sejak pertama kali saya ke rumahnya. Benji sudah membuat Niken jatuh hati...meanwhile, saya juga jatuh hati waktu itu (sama tuannya Benji tentunya..*hihi*). Sebenarnya, saya pertama kali 'melihat' Benji dari video di kameranya, waktu kita ketemu di salah satu resto di pinggir casblanc, Agustus 2006. Waktu itu, video Benji dan Lassie benar2 impressing buat saya....since i know that he's a pet lover. Waktu itu, dia juga cerita tentang Benji-nya yg lain, yaitu si beruang hitam yg dipeliharanya waktu tinggal di sumatera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak tuannya Benji masuk hidup saya, Benji the Rotweiller ini sejak itu otomatis jadi bagian hidup saya juga. Badannya gede banget...tampangnya nyeremin dan gonggongannya keras banget. Walau begitu, Benji ini anjing impor....(walau saya belum kesampaian liat tato aslinya di kuping).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/RxbOa4tUmXI/AAAAAAAAABM/W6Dvy_7ZYkY/s1600-h/Benji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/RxbOa4tUmXI/AAAAAAAAABM/W6Dvy_7ZYkY/s200/Benji.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122508587474917746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji di tempat 'nongkrong'nya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya ingat, waktu awal2 ke rumahnya, Benji ini dengan galaknya gonggongin saya. &lt;br /&gt;Tapi lama kelamaan dia jadi malas dan memilih tiduran aja. Sementara Lassie yg tetap semangat ngendus2, ndorong2 saya. &lt;br /&gt;Tiap hari minggu, saya dengar ceritanya mandiin Benjinya ini. Termasuk waktu si Benji diserang kutu....dan berbarengan juga dengan Bobi (anjing saya) yg kutuan. Dia yg ngajarin untuk mandiin pake lisol. Sementara di rumahnya mama papanya juga dengan telaten ngambilin kutu dari badan si Benji...&lt;br /&gt;Dia selalu bilang Benji itu 'cewenya'....dia senang critain ke saya tentang gimana cara dia mandiin si Iben tersayang....tentang gimana 'cewenya' sexy dengan pantat besar dan susunya yang 6 buah itu.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa minggu terakhir Benji sakit. Matanya dan badannya kuning. Dibawa ke dokter, cek darah, dan dikasih obat. Waktu lebaran (13 oct) saya ke rumahnya, Benji udah bisa gonggong2 galak dan ikut lompat2 sama sepupu2nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ternyata tanpa ketahuan, penyakit di dalam tubuh Benji udah parah. Rabu 17 oct, pagi, ternyata Benji gak bertahan lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Benji....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/RxbNWYtUmWI/AAAAAAAAABE/GhjIxSrOsYY/s1600-h/Ben%27s+last.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7nR22I4ZxsA/RxbNWYtUmWI/AAAAAAAAABE/GhjIxSrOsYY/s200/Ben%27s+last.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122507410653878626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tempat peristirahatan terakhirnya di halaman belakang rumah bogor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++&lt;br /&gt;(the day Benji passed away, it was 'what a day' for me too....thanks Benji...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14200498-2731070118988429596?l=sintamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintamira.blogspot.com/feeds/2731070118988429596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14200498&amp;postID=2731070118988429596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14200498/posts/default/2731070118988429596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14200498/posts/default/2731070118988429596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintamira.blogspot.com/2007/03/explode.html' title='explode'/><author><name>s.m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019272542280864377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14200498.post-887219729365740973</id><published>2007-03-11T12:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T21:10:08.923+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the trilogy</title><content type='html'>[secara, sekarang susah banget konek internet, padahal banyak banget yg pengen di keluarin....so i put 2 topics in one post...harap maklum....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BDAY*&lt;br /&gt;quite a 'strange' day. &lt;br /&gt;banyak teman2 lama dari masa lalu yang nelp/sms. dari yg ngobrol ngalor ngidul pas jam kantor, sampe sms dari temen sma yg gak diduga....hmm....&lt;br /&gt;it could be stranger lagi karena kok ya si penemu dompet saya yg hilang (inget kan) tiba2 nelpon juga...bukan untuk say happy bday (plis deh), tapi untuk ngomongin slip gaji saya yg dia sempet liat...trus dia mau ngelamar di kantor sy juga...hm....&lt;br /&gt;it could be more stranger lagi karena malamnya saat lagi asik makan roti bakar edi, kok ya ujan turun di saat our critical conversation.....dan langsung antiklimaks deh....until today.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.....i love that day. i love my bday. &lt;br /&gt;the breadtalks, the traffic, the no-privat-time-for-two, the gifts, the wishes, the physical unfit, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WALL of FAME*&lt;br /&gt;minggu lalu, i took half day off, untuk ke bank dan LPT. udah lama saya ga ke LPT pas office hour, biasanya ambil laporan weekend/malam. dan saya cukup amaze jg saat liat list psikolog yg dipampang di ruang pendaftaran. hmm....dulu, saya bertekad, one day nama saya musti ada di deretan psikolog2 kondang di daftar itu....n u know what....sekarang ada. voila! &lt;br /&gt;listnya itu cukup banyak, sekitar 20 nama. dari paling atas psikolog2 senior a.k.a dosen2 saya juga....semakin kebawah semakin junior. dan nama saya ada di 5 nama dari bawah. sinta mira.m.psi.&lt;br /&gt;hmm....looks great on my dream wall of fame.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DIAGNOSTIC RULES*&lt;br /&gt;these 2 days, juga a li'l bit strange. dari kemaren (jumat) otak saya full...saya di tune-up. jumat (on my bday), dari jam 10 sampai jam 3 sore (termasuk membuat si agen asuransi yg udah saya janjiin nunggu di lobby sampe kering) kemampuan diagnostic membuat laporan saya di tune-up oleh my boss. dari kasuistik blind case kita (halah...bener2 deh, kayak jaman kuliah), sampe bahas psikogram, sampe bahas word by wordnya laporan. senangnya punya boss yg menghargai ke-klinis-an saya.&lt;br /&gt;hari ini (sabtu), sekali lagi ada undangan tune-up juga di LPT. dari pagi, kami semua associate (20an orang), dikumpulin untuk brainstorming pembuatan laporan. gak sedetil meeting saya hari jumat sih....tapi cukuplah untuk membuat saya lebih konek lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Paling gak, saya jadi inget untuk stay alert &amp; intutitive saat mbuat analisa sso….&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I love being a psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I love this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++&lt;br /&gt;that’s why I love this life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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THE FEELING.pagi dimulai dengan perasaan "gak nginjek bumi", mood jelek banget sisa semalam, feeling unworthed, gamang gak jelas ditambah hujan gerimis dari pagi...duuh...seddihhhh banget rasanya...perasaan aneh bin ajaib ini berlangsung sampai tengah hari. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. TILANG. dalam kegamangan itu, memutuskan untuk 'menyenangkan' diri dengan belanja sepatu. on the way to the mal, di depan MTA, saya liat mobil2 di depan pada nylonong masuk jalur busway. saya ngikut aja. soalnya jalur biasa macet total. saya seneng aja dpt jalan lancar. ternyata oh ternyata....di depan UKRIDA udah ada sepasukan (saya ulang : sepasukan) polisi jaga dan mencegat semua mobil yg masuk jalur busway. saya liat mobil2 di depan udah didatangin satu persatu oleh sepasukan polisi itu. udah deeeehh....PASRAH AJA...secara ngga mungkin mobil saya lompat pembatas busway trus kabur. akhirnya seorang polisi bertampang sangar (saya ulang : sangar bo) sampai di mobil saya. saya buka jendela. tampang tenang. yaaa....standar lah...dia wanti2 ini itu, minta sim, kasih tanggal sidang. di tengah perasaan acakadul, saya cuma buka dompet, udah pak, saya damai aja (kata saya sambil kasih 20rebuan), si bapak sangar itu nanya (basa basi), masih kuliah ato udah kerja mba? udah kerja. ya udah, kali ini saya bantu, tapi lain kali jangan diulangin ya mbak. iya pak. (tutup kaca, trus jalan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DAPAT SEPATU. setelah beberapa minggu bertahan dengan 2 sepatu kerja yang udah mau jebol karena kebanyakan menerobos ujan waktu jaman banjir, akhirnya saya nemuin sepatu baru. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. AMAZING TALK. seperti biasa, perjalanan ketemu dia selalu luar biasa. kami duduk di sebuah resto depan binus, resto yang jual bebek&amp;ayam goreng. restonya sepi, cuma kami bahkan yg beli. jadi bisa ngobrol enak berjam2. saya senang, it was an amazing conversation. dia emang luar biasa. AMAZING TALK ini berhasil mengatasi THE FEELING yang udah berantakan seharian. dan saya bertekad untuk belajar memaafkan. belajar memaafkan (i repeat). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--intermezzo-- selama makan itu, di resto hanya ada 2 anak kuliahan yang masuk. dan 1 orang lelaki dengan jaket hitam, yang duduk di belakang kami. dan kemudian keluar resto gak lama setelah itu, tanpa beli apa2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DOMPET HILANG. sepulang dari situ, saya sempat naruh tulisan "terima kasih udah mengajarku melihat pelangi di balik awan mendung" di lacinya. terus kami konvoi dengan mobil masing2, masuk ke tol dalam kota, di pintu tol pejompongan. seperti biasa, di deket pintu tol, saya merogoh2 tas mau ambil dompet, untuk bayar tol. kok gak ada. saya berenti agak lama di pintu tol, sambil panik. akhirnya saya teriak ke dia di mobil belakang minta dibayarin dulu. yak, benar saudara2, dompet saya udah raib dan saya di mobil tanpa duit sepeser pun. di pinggir tol, kami memtuskan untuk balik ke resto bebek itu dan memulai mencari. saya cuma bisa berdoa, semoga Tuhan mau berbaik hati pada saya, setelah apa yg saya 'lakukan' padaNya semalam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. PENCARIAN. kami balik ke resto. mencari2. dan gak ketemu. saya udah pasrah. langsung telpon2 untuk blokir2 semua kartu atm. terus kita ke kantor polisi, bikin surat laporan kehilangan. saya udah pasrah. Tuhan sedang senang bercanda rupanya. dan saya juga sadar, ternyata selain dompet, organizer saya di tas juga hilang, padahal di dalam organizer itu ada buku tabungan. o ow. level pasrah ditingkatkan mode : on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. PENEMUAN. kami sampai rumah sekitar jam 6. ada miscall di hp saya, dan ada sms yang bunyinya: apa benar ini f. sinta? saya menemukan surat2 dan buku tabungan milik sinta. sepertinya kehilangan. kalau benar, ada pada saya. &lt;br /&gt;langsung saya telepon nomor itu. si penemu mengaku namanya syahrul, mahasiswa binus tingkat akhir. dia bilang ngeliat seonggok kantong kresek item di parkiran yang isinya dokumen2 saya itu. langsung saya ajak ketemu hari ini juga. kami janjian di slipi jaya. saya dan dia udah atur berbagai rencana, in case si syahrul ini bagian dari penjahat itu. jadi kami atur strategi perang. saya akan membiarkan terlihat jalan sendirian. terus saat saya ketemu dengan syahrul, dia akan menghampiri saya. jadi kalau ada ilmu2 hipnotis yg dipake, kami berdua bisa lebih siaga. thanks God, semua lancar. kantong kresek hitam yg isinya agenda, buku tabungan, surat2, foto2, bahkan segepok bon2 di dompet pun balik. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;lesson to learn : TUHAN ITU BAIK. titik. &lt;br /&gt;Dia membuat segala hal luar biasa terjadi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan saya juga bener2 merasa blessful juga ada dia yang dengan level ketenangan, kepala dingin, dan akal sehat membuat saya belajar menghandle situasi seburuk apapun dengan tenang.&lt;br /&gt;jadi mengingatkan juga omongan our Big Boss kemaren : &lt;strong&gt;karakter seseorang diliat saat ia menghadapi saat2 sulit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you're very right, sir).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm on my way building that mature character.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm very blessful having him on my side.&lt;br /&gt;an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoping, praying, Ive been waiting&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs somebody to love&lt;br /&gt;There's no question, straight from heaven&lt;br /&gt;You're my angel, Im so crazy for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a godsend&lt;br /&gt;A blessing from above&lt;br /&gt;You've been god-sent to me&lt;br /&gt;You're the godsend&lt;br /&gt;I've been dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;Youre a godsend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Godsend - D.C.Talk]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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Hari kedua training Balance Scorecard. Hari dimana Jakarta jadi Waterworld. Here we go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi. Saya berangkat biasa. Dress up with skirt (untuk antisipasi banjir? hehe). Siap menuju gd. pharos. it's my 2nd day Balance Scorecard training. di kepala saya udah banyak plan untuk hari ini, supaya lebih beres dari kemaren. &lt;br /&gt;Di jalan, denger Elshinta &amp; Suara Metro (a.k.a radio polisi), di mana2 macet n banjir. Hujan deras. Saya mulai stuck di tol halim. Kiri-kanan tol udah jadi lautan. pohon2 udah kerendam 2/3nya. Saya masih stuck, hujan deras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya sms dia : 'kayaknya hari ini lebih parah. aku stuck di tol. banjir dimana2. gimana keadaan disana?'&lt;br /&gt;ponsel ndut saya bunyi,&lt;br /&gt;dia : (dengan suara riuh di belakangnya) "dimana? masih macet ya?...tau gak, disini kolam renang udah kerendam....jalan depan kos udah sedada banjirnya"&lt;br /&gt;saya : "serius?..trus gimana? bisa keluar gak?"&lt;br /&gt;dia : "nanti kukabarin lagi..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beberapa menit setelahnya, saya sibuk nelpon bos, ngusulin untuk re-schedule training. hp bos gak aktif. saya hubungi trainer kami, dia masih stuck di serpong. kami deal untuk re-scedule. vp consulting kami juga langsung nelp, we got the deal. bos saya nelp, dia jg gak bisa keluar. saya kontak manajer lain yg lewat tol yg sama. dia masih di belakang saya. saya kontak catering kami, gak bisa dicancel.hujan masih deras. saya tetap harus ke kantor. banyak urusan pengcancelan yg musti diberesin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia : "tau gak, jalan depan AMS banjir sepaha. mobil gak bisa lewat. ini aku jalan muter lewat belakang. wooooo.....seru bangeettt....!!"&lt;br /&gt;saya : "ha?"&lt;br /&gt;dia : "ini jalan nembus banjir ke kantor. tau gak, di kantor banyak mobil2 keren yg dititipin. ntar kutelp lagi ya....ini lg ngambil gambar.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satu jam kemudian, saya lolos kepadatan tol dalam kota. sambil berdoa spy jalan depan gak banjir. saya rencana jemput dia di dekat kantor untuk kemudian ke Pharos.&lt;br /&gt;sampai di perempatan Pos Pengumben.... saya gak punya gambarnya, nanti saya coba upload gambar2nya dari kamera dia. tapi suasana riuh banget. mobil2 berjejer sepanjang jalan. saya parkir mobil di pom bensin agak jauh. lalu saya jalan menembus kerumunan orang2. untuk cari dia. di tengah2 jalan ketemu beberapa teman kantor. mereka bingung, musti ke kantor atau nggak.&lt;br /&gt;saya maju terus, dan saya liat......&lt;br /&gt;di depan saya....jalan raya pos pengumben udah kerendam.....mobil2 udah mengambang...&lt;br /&gt;apesnya, kantor kami letaknya pas di ujung banjir itu. jalan masuk ke kantor yang lumayan tinggi juga udah gak bisa diakses. banjir sepaha. (just for info, gambar depan AMS di Pos Pengumben ini masuk di RCTI lho....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya :"kamu dimana? aku di deket metromini." (ada metromini2 mogok disitu)&lt;br /&gt;dia : "bentar yaa...aku lagi meraba2 antara trotoar dan selokan..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerumunan itu rame banget. ada mobil2 mogok. ada gerobak2 yg disewa untuk nyebrang. ada motor2 yg diangkat. dan akhirnya saya ngeliat dia. dengan celana panjang yg udah digulung sepaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 menit kemudian.&lt;br /&gt;kami tiba di Permata Hijau, di halaman AMS Limo. saya ke gd. Pharos, urus2 beberapa hal. bos saya instruksiin supaya komputer2 di ruang psikotes segera dinaikkan. &lt;br /&gt;setelah itu, kami ke ruang makan. catering udah datang. ada suasana hangat makanan ngebul2 disitu.saya liat video banjir dari HPnya...mobil2 ditarik naik ke kantor kami (dan stuck disitu). ada kijang yg udah ngambang dan nyangkut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 jam kemudian.&lt;br /&gt;kami dapat kabar, banjir di Pos Pengumben sudah sampai halaman parkir. untung komputer2 ruang psikotes udah dinaikkin. the owner of our company, mulai meeting mendadak dengan manajer2 yg ada disitu. orang logistik datang, urgently, karena air udah mau masuk gudang. genset udah mati. suasana semi-panic. &lt;br /&gt;GA manager kami pergi ke kantor sana. dan beberapa jam kemudian kembali dengan baju basah sampai ke dada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia juga panik. banjir di kosnya udah masuk ke kamarnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jam 3 sore. &lt;br /&gt;setelah pantau keadaan lewat radio, kami memutuskan pulang cepat. mobilnya terjebak banjir. jadi pakai mobil saya. kami mampir untuk beli perbekalan, hehe...udah siap menghadapi macet berjam2. &lt;br /&gt;sampai semanggi, liat toldalkot berenti total. liat jalur arteri, berenti total. kami belok kiri ke sudirman. atmajaya juga kerendam. liat kiri, benhil juga kerendam. tapi amazingly, sudirman yg kami lewati lancar. &lt;br /&gt;di depan indosat, kita belok kanan. dan ditilang polisi dengan enaknya! karena ternyata gak boleh langsung belok disitu. 40 rebu pun melayang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di gambir, dia beli tiket untuk pulang. sementara saya masih deg2an karena perjalanan masih jauh. sedikit cemberut, saya pun pulang sendiri. &lt;br /&gt;saya lewat salemba, pramuka, pemuda, klender....so far lancar. tetep deg2an jangan2 ada banjir di depan.&lt;br /&gt;benar aja, pas di raden inten, di depan saya jadi lautan. banjir selutut. banyak mobil gak berani lewat. deg2an banget. saya liat inova depan saya berani nekat maju. saya beraniin diri untuk gas terus aja. lumayan jauh jarak banjirnya, sekitar 200an meter. airnya setinggi ban. untung ujang jagoan. &lt;br /&gt;saya mau belok kiri lewat jalan belakang. tapi, loh, jalannya udah ilang...hehe....jadi kali. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jam 5 sore. saya sampai rumah dengan selamat. tanpa kena macet.&lt;br /&gt;jam 6 sore. dia juga sampai rumahnya dengan selamat. &lt;br /&gt;what a bless we got. bisa cepet sampai tanpa halangan berarti. sementara denger berita stuck di jalan dalam kota berjam2 sampai malem. &lt;br /&gt;what a bless we got, ditunjukkin jalan2 yang amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai saat ini, masih banjir dimana2. &lt;br /&gt;dan Jakarta : The Waterworld will continue....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++&lt;br /&gt;remembering this funtastic moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14200498-116852331550265423?l=sintamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintamira.blogspot.com/feeds/116852331550265423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14200498&amp;postID=116852331550265423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14200498/posts/default/116852331550265423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14200498/posts/default/116852331550265423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintamira.blogspot.com/2007/01/diam.html' title='diam'/><author><name>s.m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019272542280864377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14200498.post-116676707971590275</id><published>2006-12-23T03:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T12:58:00.166+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock Out!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;akhirnya saya &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;juga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;setelah seminggu cuekkin demam tinggi ini. saya anggap demam biasa aja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;setelah seminggu berjuang mengalahkan rasa amburadul di badan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;setelah seminggu memilih mementingkan kerjaan, investasi besar di seminar, dsb daripada sayang badan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;setelah seminggu bertahan dengan demam ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;akhirnya saya &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;juga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dengan sukarela saya sendirian 'menyerahkan' diri ke UGD carolus (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dari hotel bintang lima, lanjut ke ugd....hehe....kayak artis abis OD aja.. hehe....&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dengan demam setinggi itu ajaib jg saya masih bisa nyetir dengan fokus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dengan sukarela badan saya ditusuk sana sini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dengan sukarela saya menunggu orang2 yg saya harapkan menemani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dengan sukarela saya membiarkan diri saya menjadi lemah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dengan sukarela saya menerima diagnosa &lt;strong&gt;gejala typus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dengan sukarela saya menerima perintah &lt;strong&gt;bedrest 3 hari&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;awalnya saya menolak. karena dia bilang 5 hari. 5 hari???!!! mengingat ada 3 miting yg sudah saya atur untuk keesokan harinya. awalnya saya berusaha menawar. tapi ternyata, badan saya sudah terlalu sukarela menerimanya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dan hari ini,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dengan sukarela saya membiarkan diri saya meminum banyak obat itu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dengan sukarela saya menghabiskan berjam2 di tempat tidur saja (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;padahal saya gak ngerti kriteria bedrest itu apa...toh saya masih jalan2 ke sana sini juga...termasuk masih blogging ini...hehe....bosen bow!.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dengan sukarela saya hanya memasukkan bubur tawar ke perut saya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dengan agak terpaksa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;saya tidak bisa menikmati natal seperti yg saya rencanakan sebelumnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;saya tidak bisa menikmati liburan seperti yg seharusnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;saya tidak bisa merasakan semangat natal bersama temen2 di kantor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yaa...apa mau dikata.....badan saya memilih untuk &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kali ini &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;paling tidak, setelah berusaha bertahan 10 ronde)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;+++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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(but didn't mention any)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;female : ooo, i wanna get some activities in church....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;male : oya?...(keep doing his 'activities')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;---------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well, sort of 'gak penting' conversation i've known somewhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;mengingat 2 minggu terakhir ini sering disuguhkan email2 'gak penting' juga, seputar relationship man-woman, in sexual way....let's mention some, yeah, the famous YZ &amp; ME (with such additional Mak Erot things there...), the 'hot' kiss of the TK &amp;amp; a cute 'sinetron' girl too, etc, etc.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and it makes me think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;do we really can think clearly under that 'sexual' atmosphere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;did YZ / ME think about the impact of their video sometime in the future? did TK think that their usual 'hot' kiss can draw such big attention to many people? etc etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well, at least if they can think clearly at that time, it's better that they really really really keep their documentation really really carefully. with double-triple password, if needed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and makes me remember of a scene in Swordfish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;that guy still can do the hacking things so good, under a great 'blow job' from a hot chicks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well, how many percent can do that? (the hacking things....not the bj thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so, could you solve a complex mathematical things, while you're under a sexual atmosphere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;try to sum, from a single digit, to a more complex one. and let's see, which one will come first : your logic brain or your deepest libidinal id?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;+++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;sekedar postingan iseng.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;sambil mempertanyakan otak lelaki....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(padahal udah tau, isinya apa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;a href="&lt;$BlogSiteFeedUrl$&gt;" title="Atom feed"&gt;Site Feed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14200498-116574010259189448?l=sintamira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintamira.blogspot.com/feeds/116574010259189448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14200498&amp;postID=116574010259189448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14200498/posts/default/116574010259189448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14200498/posts/default/116574010259189448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintamira.blogspot.com/2006/12/everybodys-changing.html' title='everybody&apos;s changing'/><author><name>s.m.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019272542280864377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14200498.post-116541929062423992</id><published>2006-12-07T14:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T14:42:37.136+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ringo mati suri</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;saya mau komplen!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;part 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;udah sekitar 6 tahun saya jadi pengguna provider GSM yang inisialnya 2 huruf aja, let's say XX. dengan nomor cantik kesayangan saya 081X12X64X. udah 6 tahun nomor itu jadi (let's say) jati diri saya di luar diri saya yg ini (halah, apa sih...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cerita ini berawal kemarin (selasa). saya ingat banget, di tengah2 miting (sekitar jam 6 sore), saya masih bisa sms-an sama temen. tapi pas pulang (sekitar jam 6.30), tau2 terbaca tulisan : &lt;em&gt;sim card rejected &lt;/em&gt;di hp saya (si ringo namanya). alhasil, saya panik. phonebook ga bisa diakses. tuker2 kartu dan hp lain juga sama aja. singkat kata singkat cerita, my lovely ringo : MATI SURI. organ tubuhnya berfungsi, tapi jiwanya hilang. (sedih bangeddd)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;part 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hari ini sengaja bela2in pulang tenggo (sebelum 5.30pm) demi mampir plaza 'the best meeting point in town' itu, untuk mampir ke XX centre dan mengajukan komplen sekaligus minta solusi dari MATI SURI-nya my dear ringo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ngantri di XX centre lumayan lama, setengah jam. akhirnya nomor saya muncul di layar. fortunately, saya dapat customer service yang nilai kegantengannya 9 (skala 1-10), sementara mas di sebelahnya nilai kegantengannya 8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;mas ganteng : soore....ada yg bisa dibantu mbak? (senyum maniss)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;ringo's owner : simcard saya error! mendadak mati. blablabla...saya jelasin komplen saya panjang lebar.....(duh ganteng pisan...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;mas ganteng : ooo, simcardnya kartu lama ya..memang kartu lama sering ngalamin kayak gitu....blablabla....dia nerangin panjang lebar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;ringo's owner : jadi musti ganti simcard mas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;mas ganteng : iya, kayak gini nih simcardnya (dia ngeluarin simcard bertulis 3G dari hpnya). tapi kebetulan, di sini sim cardnya lagi abis. yg masih banyak stok simcard di pondok bambu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;ringo's owner : itu mah di deket rumah saya. tapi jam 7 udah tutup mana keburu saya (mulai sewot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;(dan abis itu....nada suara saya mulai naik 1/4 oktaf.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;gimana sih! mustinya kalau emang kartu lama musti di upgrade, ya kita dikasih tau dong. jangan tiba2 dibikin error gini. kan kayak gini semua data saya ilang semua. blablabla....saya ngomel panjang lebar, meanwhile si customer service terlatih itu melakukan 'active listening'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;abis itu saya minta alamat dan jam buka XX center lain. ngomel dikit lagi dan cabut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;trus ke solarXX, tempat 2 teman saya udah nunggu sambil makan. saya sempat ngomel ke waitress2 di situ juga, karena lelet banget kerjanya....2 teman saya langsung nyodorin aja piring mie gorengnya ke saya..hehe....meanwhile, masih ada sisa2 omelan di mulut saya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;teman yg kecil : ooo, jadi musti cari XX centre lain ya mba? mau yg dimana? pondok bambu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;saya : ah tau lah, sebel. mana keburu gw nyampe di pd bambu sebelom jam 7. yang bener aja.....ah, besok gw coba ke puri aja. duh, tapi situ gak online. ah tau ah...(sambil ngunyah mie, nyruput fruit punch dan still cemberut)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;teman yg besar : (ke teman yg kecil) dia ga bisa idup kalo gak ada hp. (nunjuk ke saya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;saya : iya...hidup terasa hampa...(sambil ngabisin mie goreng di kedua piring teman saya itu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;teman yg kecil : (ngeliatin aja)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;teman yg besar : (ke teman yg kecil) dia emang kerjanya bersihin sisa-sisa makanan....(nunjuk ke saya).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;saya : he-eh. (ngunyah terus jek....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;part 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;jadi begitulah. kayaknya saya memang terlalu dependen sama si ringo. ringo mati suri aja, dunia saya jadi heboh. padahal kalo dipikir2, masih banyakkk hal yg bisa saya nikmatin. dan masih banyak hal lebih penting yang musti saya pikirin. misalnya :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- keputusan penting tentang posisi saya di divisi ini yg musti saya putuskan besok.(yak, besok kamis saudara2....) dan sampai saat ini, saya belum merasa benar2 mikirin hal ini. (duh...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- setumpuk laporan dari sidejob saya, yg numpuk di meja kerja di kamar saya. (duh...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- membagi perhatian dan kasih sayang (ehem) buat orang2 yang dekat di hati ini.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dan masih banyak lagi hal penting lain yang musti dipikirin selain mikirin ringo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;jadi, yang akan saya lakukan adalah menikmati beberapa hari tanpa nyawa si ringo (saya baru akan sempet ke XX centre pondok bambu sabtu besok). menikmati kondisi "tidak bisa dihubungi". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dan toh, meskipun saya punya private hp cdma, tapi saya memilih untuk menikmati kondisi "tidak bisa dihubungi" aja. paling nggak untuk beberapa hari ke depan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dan stop uring2an.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;part 5 -- cooling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"udah...marah2nya?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-- ya keluar lagi lah sedikit cerita penuh omelan sesorean ini -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;tapi percakapan itu berakhir dengan enak. as usual. dan saya belajar berbagi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-- part 5 still continues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;+++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"have a nice rest my dear, ringo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ringo-ku mati suri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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Sang Raja mempunyai seorang putri yang amat cantik jelita. Putri yang halus budi bahasanya itu bernama Sita. Setelah Sita dewasa, Sang Raja mengadakan sayembara. Barang siapa yang mampu mengangkat busur Sang Raja dan melengkungkannya hingga patah, ia akan dikawinkan dengan Sita.&lt;br /&gt;Berpuluh-puluh pangeran dan satria datang ke Istana Mantilireja hendak mengikuti sayembara itu. Satu persatu mereka mencoba mengangkat busur Sang Raja, tapi tak seorang pun kuat mengangkatnya.&lt;br /&gt;Ramawijaya dan Laksamana demi mendengar berita sayembara itu, dan atas nasehat Bagawan Wiswamitra, berangkatlah ke Mantilireja hendak mengikuti sayembara. Setibanya di Mantilireja, Ramawijaya diijinkan mencoba mengangkat busur pusaka itu. Ternyata kekuatan Ramawijaya membuat Prabu Janaka kagum dan heran. Busur yang amat besar itu dengan mudah diangkat oleh Ramawijaya, lalu dilengkungkannya sampai patah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;di situlah awal 'pertemuan' si sita dan rama...dan akhirnya sebagai tokoh sentral yang BIKIN REPOT, sita diculik dengan berbagai tipu muslihat...here's the story....] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Mendengar jerit Rama, Sita segera menyuruh Laksamana agar pergi memberi pertolongan kepada Rama. Mula-mula Laksamana tak percaya bahwa Rama berada dalam keadaan bahaya karena Rama adalah seorang satria yang pandai berburu dan berperang. Lagipula Laksamana tak mau meninggalkan Sita karena ia telah dipesan agar selalu menjaga Sita. Sita menjadi marah dan menuduh Laksamana menghendaki dirinya.&lt;br /&gt;Dengan berat hati Laksamana terpaksa meninggalkan Sita. Ia berpesan agar Sita dapat menjaga dirinya. Tak lama kemudian muncullah seorang pertapa tua yang berjalan terhuyung-huyung karena kehausan. Ia meminta air minum pada Sita. Sita pun segera memberinya.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi pertapa tua itu segera menjelma sebagai Rahwana, raja raksasa yang mengerikan wajahnya. Rahwana menyatakan kehendaknya memperisteri Sita. Tapi Sita menolaknya. Rahwana menjadi tidak sabar. Diringkusnya Sita, lalu dibawanya terbang. Sita menjerit-jerit dan meronta-ronta, tapi Rahwana amat kuat tangannya sehingga Sita tak berdaya. Sambil meringkus Sita, Rahwana terbang kembali ke Langkapura. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;[huh, dasar wanita...laris benerrr tapi gampang ditipu....*geleng2*...ya begitulah...sita diculik dan si rama ditemani teman2nya (hanuman &amp; pasukan kera &amp; laksmana) menyerang Langkapura untuk mendapatkan sita kembali....dan beginilah endingnya...happy ending of course]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ravana was defeated in the end and Rama brought back Sita to his home and then in the process their Vanvaas(banishment period) was over and they came back to rule Ayodhya as a righteous king and spread Ram-Rajya(ideal rule) in Ayodhya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;*clingak clinguk* saya masih nyari2 dimana sih peran Kumbokarno tokoh fav&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;nya&lt;/span&gt; itu....mungkin di internet, pake nama beken ya.....saya akan cari2 lagi, dan akan saya ceritakan lanjutannya....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;so, should i proud being named like the goddess who make a war between 2 countries because of her womanity? well, i think so...*grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;---stay tuned, the ramayana 'my narsisstic' stories will continue...---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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ICA? iya....ICA....IIII CApeeeekk deehhh.....hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya kita berlomba "menambah" orang yang bisa diakui sebagai 'teman' sebanyak-banyaknya. sampai ada yang punya 2 account fs gara2 temannya 'kebanyakan'.&lt;br /&gt;hmm....let me think.....itu 'teman' atau "teman" atau &lt;em&gt;teman&lt;/em&gt;. *nyengir*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, dulu saya juga senang berkelana di dunia fs. dunia yg transparan. bisa tau si anu statusnya apa, si itu ultahnya kapan, ngeliat foto terbarunya si ini, ngeliat si anu dimata teman2nya, ngeliat si ini dengan nilai EXH yang tinggi (di EPPSnya) karena seneng banget pamer diri di bulletin board (IIII CApeeek deh....)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi memang, buat sebagian orang, fs jadi ajang unjuk gigi. ajang to LET THE WORLD KNOW WHO I AM (with all CAPITAL WORD). &lt;br /&gt;yah...mirip2 lah sama blog. &lt;br /&gt;secara kebutuhan self esteem termasuk kebutuhan wajar tiap manusia toh?&lt;br /&gt;mungkin bedanya, blog lebih private dan anonim. dan fs lebih open dan lebih connected dan lebih "mengunjukkan gigi" pemiliknya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gimanapun, fs juga banyak jasanya. &lt;br /&gt;terutama dalam ikatan pertemanan. (actually, i'm not that social....hehe...but, since i try to be more social...i try to put a high value in the word : friend).&lt;br /&gt;cara fs menjaring manusia2 sedunia yang sering saya juluki KEAJAIBAN FRIENDSTER. yah, tapi gak ajaib2 banget lah....so so..&lt;br /&gt;gimanapun, fs membuat saya bisa 'ketemu' lagi sama temen2 dari jaman SD, termasuk my 1st crush (ihik...yg juga pernah jadi pacarnya Dian S****o itu), temen2 jaman SMP-SMU di sanur yang udah kocar kacir melanglang buana ke mana2, temen2 jaman kuliah, bahkan beberapa temen kerja. &lt;br /&gt;oya, not to forget, fs juga membuat saya bisa me"reuni"kan pacar ke-1, ke-2, ke-3...di dalam satu 'friend list'. jadi inget, dulu 'nyari2' account mereka di fs dan akhirnya add mereka....hm, demi menjalin tali silaturahmi toh? *nyengir*&lt;br /&gt;fs juga sempat membuat seorang laki-orang berantem sama istrinya karena memilih mengisi testimonial saya dibanding ngisi testimonial istrinya....(hmm, ya iyalah....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mostly, fs itu masa lalu saya. secara belakangan ini males banget buka2 fs. rasanya ga penting aja. &lt;br /&gt;tapi karena kemaren ada temen yg telp dan bilang kayaknya ada sesuatu di fs saya yg harus diganti *hmm..angguk2*, akhirnya saya buka2 lagi fs saya.&lt;br /&gt;dan akhirnya tadi buka2 lagi bulletin board2 di situ....nyengir2 aja pas baca....it's the board dimana orang pengen 'dilihat' dan berharap menemukan self-pride nya disitu. karena kalo diliat2, yg rajin ngisi bull board ya itu2 aja....&lt;br /&gt;ya sebagai penikmat hidup orang, saya sih nyengir2 aja pas baca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendster membuat saya mikir tentang arti TEMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kadang2 kita memilih memiliki ratusan teman di account friendster. &lt;br /&gt;tapi bahkan kita gak punya teman yg bisa ditelp saat susah.&lt;br /&gt;teman yang (walaupun ngomel dikit) tapi paling gak, mau denger uneg2 kita. &lt;br /&gt;teman yang membuat kita bertumbuh dan berkembang (dengan caranya sendiri). bukan teman yang cuma memberi makan ego self-pride kita aja.&lt;br /&gt;teman yg memberi kita secure feeling when we're with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do love this Carole King's song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're down and troubled&lt;br /&gt;And you need some love and care&lt;br /&gt;And nothin', nothin' is goin' right&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and think of me&lt;br /&gt;And soon I will be there&lt;br /&gt;To brighten up even your darkest night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just call out my name &lt;br /&gt;And you know wherever I am&lt;br /&gt;I'll come runnin' to see you again&lt;br /&gt;Winter, spring, summer or fall&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is call&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be there &lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope we all find this kind of friend. not just the friendster type of friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eniwei....i'm not anti-friendster....it's just my re-think about fs. &lt;br /&gt;and you still welcome to view my fs' account. just search by my email or my full name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++&lt;br /&gt;thank God, i've heard someone said to me, "....i'm just one phone call away...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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