<?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-18054006</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:15:21.661+10:00</updated><title type='text'>...Pieces of Principessa...</title><subtitle type='html'>::A blog that house piece of My thoughts, pieces of My mind, pieces My everyday life, and pieces of My world::</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-116353838756425850</id><published>2006-11-15T07:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T08:08:04.583+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmpff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hmmmpff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;lagi bingung gag abis pikir, kecewa dan sedih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat apa sampe puasa sunnah segala kalo mendzalimi rizki orang lain (baca: maksa uang pelicin)?&lt;br /&gt;Buat apa titel haji/hajjah tapi lisannya gag dijaga? ngomongin kejelekan orang di belakang?&lt;br /&gt;Buat apa pake jilbab, tapi bahkan sholat lima waktu didirikan dengan 'sesempatnya'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukannya puasa tak hanya menahan lapar dan dahaga, tapi juga menahan segala nafsu?&lt;br /&gt;Bukannya haji yg mabrur itu setidaknya bisa membawa manfaat pada sekelilingnya?&lt;br /&gt;Bukannya pake jilbab itu bukan hanya menutup aurat dengan sempurna, tapi juga memasang jilbab di hati?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piyee tho? mbok sing pada eling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sori, cuekkin aja postingan ini. gw lagi sensi aja kali, jadi gampang sedih&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-116353838756425850?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/116353838756425850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/116353838756425850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2006/11/hmmmpff.html' title='Hmmmpff...'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-116253652174500966</id><published>2006-11-03T17:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T17:54:46.793+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Terima Panggilan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Terima Panggilan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari sebuah acara makan malam bersama di sebuah restoran di bilangan selatan Jakarta, terbitlah niat iseng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Abis ini langsung pulang kita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ngga lah! Masih jam segini juga..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Nge-lounge yuuuu,  eh... apa mau karaoke aja?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Terserah lah, tapi gw masih mau hang out ngobrol ngobrol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Akh! Gw tau! Kita pergi ngeramal!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Euuh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ngeramal??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Iyaaahh deket kooo dari sini tempatnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan pergilah, 3 prempewi + 6 lalaki, ke tempat yg dituju. Wedeew.. akhir pekan, seperti biasanya, pasti macet, pasti susah cari tempat parkir. Setelah muterin jalan dua kali mepet kanan kiri maju mundur depan belakang, dapet juga akhirnya parkir paralel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yang mana tempatnya? Jauh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Tuuu.. di depan restauran seafood ituh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hihi! Gw pengen nanya apa yak? Hihi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ternyata... di pinggir jalan, di bawah tiang listrik, diantara parkiran mobil, beralaskan tikar, duduklah seorang bapak tua berjanggut. Mari kita sebut saja Pak Janggut (PJ). Jangan membayangkan penampakan PJ seperti Pak Janggut dari cerita bersambung jadul di majalah Bobo, atau pula  berjubah panjang seperti Prof. Dumbledore. Tidak tidak... yang satu ini cukup dengan setelan kemeja batik tangan dan kopiah hitam yang mulai lusuh termakan usia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/36460472141207l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/36460472141207l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sementara menunggu giliran, tugas kami bergantian berdiri nutupin, biar yang lagi konsultasi gag terlalu terlihat dari jalan. Tengsin bokk!! Kan di pinggir jalan gituh, mana jongkok lagih! Tapi biarpun sibuk menutupi, kita masih sempet foto-foto gag jelas. Bwahakhak :D :D masih ngakak gw kalo inget malem itu  bwakakakhkhaka!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan tibalah giliran saya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PJ: ini tulis nama lengkap dan alamatnya ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gw: pake binti jugak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PJ: gaaa... ga usah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gw: alamat? *spertinya gw mulai curiga niy* Kenapa pake alamat? Hubungannya apa? Beberapa tahun belakangan ini saya ngga tinggal menetap loh, gimana tuyh..?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PJ: yaa.. kalo begitu kota lahirnya aja dimana, cuma mau tau ari-ari nya di tanem dimana..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan mulailah PJ berhitung. Ngga ngerti juga cara dia mengitung gimana, yang pasti menghasilkan kombinasi angka-angka yg dituliskan di kolom-kolom berlabel arabic alphabet (huruf hija'iyah) dari Alif sampai Ya. Dan mulailah ia mengartikan satu persatu dari angka-angka hasil 'pengolahan nama dan lokasi plasenta ditanam'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbekal pengamatan akan teman yang diramal pertama, which was less than 5 minutes, dan hasilnya dia gag terlalu ngeh si-PJ ngomong apa. Bah! Saya mana mau, pokoke kulo bade takon nek kulo mboten ngertos! Tapi beneran deh, emang hasil ramalannya rada gag jelas. Kek nya siy jangan mau dee kalo cuma ngdengerin aja peramalnya ngomong apa, tanya doong tanyaaa.. biar jelas bokk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gimana pak saya gag ngerti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yang ini yang akan terjadi? apa di masa lampau sih?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loh trus bertentangan dong dengan angka yg inih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tapi kan tadi dibilangnya saya .... trus gag mungkin dong bakal kejadian ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jangan-jangan semua orang yang ngeramal keluar angka inih ya Pak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angka inih... sama yang iniiih.. lebih akurat mannaaa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oooh angka-angka inih kejadiannya gag berurutan ya Pak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh ntar dulu deh... angka ini bukannya uda keluar diatas tadi...? oh belum ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepertinya PJ mulai kesel, saya bawel banget mungkin pikirnya. Dengan kalem dia berkata &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dah ya.. itu teman-temannya masih antri menunggu"&lt;/span&gt;. Ya sudah. Selesailah giliran saya. Saatnya laporan. Yang lain uda gag sabar pengen tau hasil ramalannya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Gimana? Gimana? Lo dibilangnya apa?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Saya ngeliat persis, di saat saya memberikan reportase, dengan lirikan *cemas sepertinya* dia melihat reaksi muka saya bercerita sama teman-teman yang lain. Biar gimana kan ulasan seorang konsumen berpengaruh pada persepsi dari potential konsumen. It’s all about word-of-mouth marketing. Dooh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayangnya saya beneran lupa bayar berapa per orang-nya, tapi yang pasti tarif panggil ke rumah siy Rp. 350.000. Penasaran? Mau coba? Silahkan... jangan lupa banyak tanya, biar puaaaass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-116253652174500966?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/116253652174500966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/116253652174500966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2006/11/terima-panggilan.html' title='Terima Panggilan'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-116253459707587025</id><published>2006-11-02T17:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T17:56:56.833+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Principessa Mengucapkan…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Principessa Mengucapkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Waaah, saking sibuknya mudik  ditambah sakit kemaren, saya sampai lupa ngucapin:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/56561325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 107px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/56561325.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selamat hari raya Idul Fitri 1427 H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mohon Maaf Lahir dan Batin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Semoga amalan ibadah sepanjang ramadhan mendapat ridho-Nya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amiiin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh iya, dari beberapa sms yg masuk, dibawah ini ada sms yang jadi favorit saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harta yang paling berharga adalah... Sabar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teman yang paling setia adalah... Amal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ibadah yang paling indah adalah... Ikhlas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Identitas diri yang paling tinggi adalah... Iman, dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pekerjaan yang paling berat adalah... Memaafkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi.. saya dimaafkan yaa. Yah yah maafin yaa. Dan aku juga uda maafin kamu kook... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-116253459707587025?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/116253459707587025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/116253459707587025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2006/11/principessa-mengucapkan.html' title='Principessa Mengucapkan…'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-116228551956672028</id><published>2006-10-31T20:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T21:39:45.900+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Allergi Durjana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Allergi Durjana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/dv755043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 156px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/dv755043.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Setelah hampir empat tahun lebih saya -mengira- terbebas dari belenggu allergi, ternyata tak disangka tak dinyana saya kembali terserang allergi! Dan kali ini lumajan parah amat sangat.&lt;br /&gt;Huh! Hih! Aaaarrrghh sebbellnyaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Djadi tjerita nja begini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam rangkaian tiga malam empat hari mudik lebaran, saya skeluarga silaturahmi keliling ke tiga kota. Cape sih, but it was fun. Saya lupa di hari keberapa, tapi suatu siang saya sadar ada bekas bulet merah di pergelangan kiri tempat saya biasa mengikat jam. Hemm... saya alergi lagi ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedari kecil saya memang punya sejarah allergi yang panjang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Smasa tinggal di bandung, kalo kdinginan dikit, langsung bentol gede-gede *namanya biduran ya?* Kalo makan seafood, kumat bentol gatel sekujur badan, mikirnya waktu itu mungkin seafoodnya uda gag segar. Kalo liburan sekolah SD main ke kampung Enin trus lari-larian di sawah, waah waktu itu bisa panik nyokap ngeliat sesudahnya kulit selalu langsung memerah dan keluar bintik bintik putih berair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sewaktu jaman kuliah, pake kalung atau anting perak, kulitnya pasti langsung merah, gatel, trus langsung keluar bintik merah kecil-kecil plus gatel tentunya. Pake jam tangan besi juga setali tiga uang alerginya. Jam tangan genuine leather? Tetep laah, buletan jamnya kan dari besi. Kecuali pake jam tangan plastik robot-robotan atau jam jengkol yg ngetop pertengahan era tahun 80-an. Beuh. Ngga deh. Tengkyu. Makasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolak balik ke dokter, jawabnya sama: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kulit kamu sensitif sekali dan sangat rentan pada Zinc/zat besi. Makanya kamu harus hindari konsumsi sea food, karna kandungan zinc yg tinggi. Dan kamu hanya akan bisa pake logam, asalkan logam mulia seperti emas atau emas putih"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obatnya dok? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Gag ada tuuh"&lt;/span&gt; So I have to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lalu lahir lah prinsip 'Gatel pangkal Gaya' atau 'Biar Gatel teteup Gaya'.&lt;br /&gt;Saya kekeuh make kalung, anting, dan jam tangan. Dan akhirnya setelah beberapa lama allergi-nya hilang! Hilang reaksi allergi nya! Ih hebad! Bisa gitu ya? Saya juga gag tau kenapa saya bisa gag allergi lagi. Hahah!Yang pasti tak cuma bebas pake kalung, anting, dan jam tangan; Saya juga langsung piercing lidah, piercing jarum kecil di bibir atas kanan, sama piercing peniti kalung panjang di belly button, dan sayangnya semua tindikan itu cuma impian sejati saya semata... huehuehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okeh balik lagi ke cerita mudik lebaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di pagi terakhir dalam rangkaian mudik lebaran, saya terbangun dengan dengan kepala sedikit berat, muka merah gatel dan terasa panas. Minum obat sakit kepala dulu deh, supaya pusingnya hilang. Diiringi soudtrack 'pesan sponsor' agar segera mandi, dan cepat breakfast di bawah trus kita bisa langsung check out. Ya ya ya, tak ada yang bisa menandingi 'nyanyian' ayah saya di pagi hari :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sambil ngaca di kamar mandi...&lt;br /&gt;Duu muka gw knapa ni? Kok merah banget ya? mana gatel lagi&lt;br /&gt;...garuk garuk pipi...&lt;br /&gt;Loh ini di paha juga ada spot merah besar ternyata? Hhhh kenapa siih?&lt;br /&gt;...pindah garuk bagian paha...&lt;br /&gt;Apa karna semalem sebelum pergi gw pake base foundation-nya mama ya? Tapi kenapa paha juga merah? Kan gag pake fondi di paha?&lt;br /&gt;...sambil tetap menggaruk...&lt;br /&gt;Papa bawel banged deh, kenapa gag duluan aja sih breakfast ke bawah. Heeran.&lt;br /&gt;...teringat bulat memerah pergelangan tangan menyerupai jam tangan...&lt;br /&gt;Masa gw allergi sih? Tapi allergi apa? Logam? Kan muka dan paha gw gag kena logam apa-apa?&lt;br /&gt;...dan rasa gatel berubah perih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"mungkin keracunan... buruan beli susu bear brand, katanya susu steril itu cepat menawar racun"&lt;/span&gt;. Dengan menahan enek saya habiskan dua kaleng susu *bwekk saya gag pernah suka rasa susu putih*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"mungkin kena ulet bulu! coba taburin bedak calycil..."&lt;/span&gt; Dengan tak kuasa menahan heran dari mana saya bisa kena ulet bulu, saya nurut beli sbotol bedak calicyl ke apotik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dalam perjalanan pulang, saya hanya duduk berdiam di bangku belakang mobil. Antara rasa kesal di dada bercampur dengan gatel, panas dan perih terutama di muka. Sementara itchy and scratchy show terus dan terus berlangsung selama perjalanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesampainya di rumah. Mandi. Unpacked koper-koper. Pilah pilih baju bersih dan kotor. Ngerendemin cucian trus sambil nyuci baju yang kecil kecil. Dan blabla blibli serta segala kegiatan standar pasca lebaran saat assistent ibuku masih mudik lebaran di kampungnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangun tidur esok harinya.... Dueng dueeeeng!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Selain tetap merah, panas,dan gatel, muka gw bengkak bokk! Kantung mata-nya juga mengembung besar, mata saya sampe cipit! AaaarrrrggHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telpon booking dokter spesialis kulit sana sini. Sebagian besar masih cuti. Dan dokter pengganti baru datang di hari kerja, sementara ini hari Sabtu. Ada satu dokter kulit yg praktek hari ini. Tapi itupun di rumah sakit bersalin ibu dan anak, mungkin dokter anak kali ya? Ya uda lah daripada gag sama sekali :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitu masuk ruang prakter dokter *yg -thank god- ternyata bukan dokter anak kok, tapi spesialis kulit*. Dokter dan suster langsung bengong, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Haaa ya ampuun merah bangeeed"&lt;/span&gt;. Tuh kan! Bener kan?! Bener kan dugaan saya. Emang ini kayaknya bukan cuma alergi biasa doang. Ini yang terparah dari allergic history saya seumur hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasil konsultasi dokter menyimpulkan adanya cross reaction antara kandungan mercury di foundation sama paracetamol dari obat sakit kepala. Penyebab utama-nya ya si Mercury ituh. Jujur saya memang tidak pernah aware dengan segala bentuk perawatan muka, karena saya gag  terlalu bermasalah sama muka dan jerawat. Jadi ya.. selama ini saya tidak terlalu peduli dengan rangkaian perawatan muka. Buat saya semua-nya sama saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata tidak sama. Kulit saya -selain rentan dengan segala penyebab alergi yg saya sebutkan diatas juga-  refuse to get along with mercury. Uh oh hold on! I think i've heard about this mercury thingy somewhere. Ntar deh bgitu sempet gw niat reseach tentang zat yg  ini. Yg pasti tanpa harus research pun, gw yakin 200 percent pasti bahaya deh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdullilah obat resep dokternya ampuh  banged. Tinggal bekasnya aja ni, uda gag teralu merah siy, tapi jadi kasar terkelupas kaya sun burnt. Hemm... apa gw ntar cerita ama anak-anak syd, sekalian mudik gw itu sunbathing di Garut?!? Bwahaihii! Yea rite... dream on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-116228551956672028?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/116228551956672028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/116228551956672028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2006/10/allergi-durjana.html' title='Allergi Durjana'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-116228191936869346</id><published>2006-10-29T23:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T19:50:15.040+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Way Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Way Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"$%^#*@ what on earth this blogger writing about...?!?" For those of you, who read this thread, ooh please don't think too hard or makes it complicated. The only reason I post this, is to relentlessly remind me of an ongoing process to be mature. Ahem... mature woman :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/blooey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 122px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/blooey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A while ago, I was kinda in a baffle among my mind and myself and the environment.  And yes, 'environment' refers to aaaall the things that currently relate to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I guess it was quite an issue for me for sometime. There was a time i decided to pull myself away just in order thoughtfully ponder where (and most importantly: how) should I stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until this night, I guess I finally found the way out. I watched this documentary video, in one of the scenes, there's a dialogue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We live in the open -society- with all the choices... we want to be good. That is a very consciences and moral choice: I want to be a good Muslims; in spite of the fact that I have a lot of opportunities to be different. But... I still want to be good.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now that -particular choice- will force you to accommodate. That will force you to live in the conflicting pressure and environment. If you maintain yourself that way, -it means- you are mature and you ready to go into life of modernity and globalisation.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you won't get into conflict and tension and confrontation. Because somehow you adjust, you adapt, and you adopt with confidence in yourself that you still a genuine, a true, a practising, faithful Muslim"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Direct quote from: Surin Pitsuwan, a muslim scholar who's also Thailand congressman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hmm.. this can be a way out :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-116228191936869346?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/116228191936869346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/116228191936869346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2006/10/way-out.html' title='A Way Out'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-116227847668962140</id><published>2006-10-27T18:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T18:54:19.390+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabar Menanti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sabar Menanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hemm.. sungguh judul posting kali ini terdengar dan terlihat bagai tulisan di disamping kiri-kanan-depan-belakang truk gandeng segede gaban di jalan tol. Biasanya kalow gag 'Sabar Menanti', yaa paling 'Doa Ibu' atau 'Gadis Desa'. Atau yang paling beken deh 'Kutunggu Jandamu'. Yak sodara-sodara! Jangan ragu jangan malu, kalow ternyata dibawah alam sadar anda hapal slogan truk barang. Kekkeke :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuus. Ah. Suka ngga fokus deh kalo nulis! Uda serius lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;fokus... fokus... fokus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya setelah lebih dari satu setengah bulan dari tanggal pembelian, saya sempatkan juga nonton film ini. Kalau judulnya di alih bahasa-kan: Rumah Tepi Sungai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagus. Baguuuus deh. Bagus beneran sampe saya nonton berulang four times in a row. Ide ceritanya orisinil, aktingnya bagus, pemainnya cakep *hihi* dan moral of the story-nya itu looh. Aduh beneran deh ngga rugi nonton bolak balik meski bajakan juga ;p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/LakeHouse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 492px; height: 225px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/LakeHouse2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kutipan tidak langsung dari dialog dalam film:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Its about waiting.There was Katerina dan Alex. These two people meet. They almost fall in love, but the timing isn't right. They have to part. And then years later, they meet again, they get another chance. But they dont know if too much time has passed. If they waited too long, if it's too late to make it work"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, not to forget: Keanu--&gt; never really realise before that he can be soooo gawd darn hott *drooling drooling* Mas Nunu.. sungguh aku padamu! Mwaa mwaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...salah satu postingan ngga penting dari Principessa, menemani gatel-gatel parah dikarenakan allergic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-116227847668962140?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/116227847668962140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/116227847668962140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2006/10/sabar-menanti.html' title='Sabar Menanti'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-116227367536954711</id><published>2006-10-23T12:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T18:03:38.850+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Baru Pertama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Baru Pertama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/71587839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 90px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/71587839.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever witnessed the very last minutes of someone's life?&lt;br /&gt;Me? Havent. Thank God for that. And I dont think I can never imagine how it feels like. Jangankan mengalami, berada berdekatan dengan jenazah sedekat satu jengkal selama lebih dari 1 menit, juga seingat saya belum pernah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di penghujung ramadhan ini, telah berpulang ke pangkuan-Nya ibunda dari te' Imas, temannya mama, yang kebetulan masih tetangga satu kompleks. Innalillahi wa illaihi ro'jiun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekitar jam 10.30 malam, kami sekeluarga datang melayat. Dari rumah saya sudah repot wanti-wanti mama &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mama pokoknya nanti jangan langsung ninggalin gitu aja ya, saya kan ngga kenal siapa-siapa disana"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan sudah malam begini, sepertinya ngga bakal ada anak-anak muda yang saya kenal. Trus saya juga ngga begitu hapal nama-nama tante dan om tetangga sekitar... trus saya belum pernah pergi melayat, maksudnya melayat pada saat almarhum baru saja meninggal...trus nanti disana saya harus ngapain? Bantu-bantu? Ngebantuin gimana maksudnya?... trus kalo saya takut?... trus... Duh! Saya bingung :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesampainya disana, ternyata tidak terlihat banyak orang. Mungkin karena waktu itu malam takbiran, dan kebanyakan tetangga sudah mudik pulang kampung *keluarga saya berniat mudik besoknya setelah shalat Ied* Begitu masuk rumah, ada yang ngasi tau &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"itu orang-orang lagi pada mandiin di depan"&lt;/span&gt; *maksudnya memandikan dan membersihkan jenazah sebelum dipakaikan kain kafan*. Mama langsung ke depan. Dan tentunya saya mengikuti dengan setia. Abis saya ngga tau lagi mau ngapain kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di depan, ada sekitar enam tante-tante tetangga sedang membantu memandikan jenazah.&lt;br /&gt;Mama langsung masuk dalam bilik kain, dan langsung ambil gayung dan ini dan itu. Sementara saya? Saya cuma bengong, bloon, bingung. Errr.. ini.. gw harus ngapain ya enaknya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah saya sadari ternyata tidak se-menakutkan yang saya bayangkan sebelumnya, saya putuskan untuk menyelinap masuk ke bilik pemandian dan akhirnya ngebantuin ngebalik-balikin badan jenazah di saat di sisi satunya atau sisi bawahnya mau diguyur air. Dan akhirnya saya ngebantu mengangkat jenazah masuk ke dalam untuk siap di kain kafan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Geeez... this is one kind of experience...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesampainya di dalam ruangan. Trus jenazahnya di ini-in, trus ditutupin itu, trus dipakein itu, trus..., trus..., trus... pokoknya saya baru tau, dari sejak dimandikan sampai dipakein kain kafan, trus diiket, ternyata semua ada aturannya, tata caranya, dan urutannya. Asli. Beneran. Sumpah saya baru tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This is seriously one kind of experience...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelahnya mama sibuk menanyakan ini itu sama tante-tante tetangga. Berkisar pengkoordinasian pemakaman esok hari dan persiapan pengajian di hari-hari setelahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesudahnya kami sekeluarga pamit pulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesampainya di rumah, cuci tangan, cuci muka, sikat gigi, dan tidur. Oh ya, meskipun tadi saya bilang tidak takut, tetap malam itu saya ngotot penuh semangad 45 ngebujuk mama supaya mau pindah untuk tidur bareng saya. Dan untungnya mama mau ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway anyhow, started from the loss of dearest blogger friend, almarhum teh Inong on last September *may she rest in peace*; until te' Imas's mum last nite. Quite often lately im thinking about death. It just... we all never kno when is our turn, aight? It cud be you tomoro, or even mine the next thirty minute. It doesnt really matter when and how. It cud be sudden natural disaster, say, lightning crash that particularly wreck down my bed, or i cud just passed away with no reason. And when my time is come, will i ever have enough 'deposit' to step into the next stage of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhhh kok sekarang gw takut banget ya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-116227367536954711?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/116227367536954711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18054006&amp;postID=116227367536954711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/116227367536954711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/116227367536954711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2006/10/baru-pertama.html' title='Baru Pertama'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-116097534674488231</id><published>2006-10-10T14:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T02:00:29.190+10:00</updated><title type='text'>cerita puasa di negri seberang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cerita puasa di negri seberang*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having opportunity to spend the holy month overseas is a way more than just comparing -and perhaps complaining- the differences between the facts if we were back in our home country. Yes, it is indeed quite different. Yet these differences are the interesting parts which could add bites and spices in the journey of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak wuenak. Titik. Pokoknya menghabiskan bulan Ramadhan tidak di tanah air, sungguh tidak enak rasanya. Yang namanya bulan puasa kan 'seharusnya' ada kolak pisang, es kelapa muda, kolang kaling, atau minimal buah kurma deh**. Huhuu.. disini mana ada? Ditambah lagi dengan kenyataan saya hidup sendiri tanpa keluarga, sudah pasti yang namanya bangun sahur dan makan sendirian sepertinya.... aduh kok berasa ngga penting ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/kolakpisang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 133px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/kolakpisang.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/esklapaselasih.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 133px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/esklapaselasih.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/57640329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 133px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/57640329.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kolak pisang/es kelapa selasih/kurma... barang langka nih!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah setidaknya begitulah kira kira perasaan saya saat kali pertama dengan 'terpaksa' menjalankan ibadah puasa di negeri seberang. Pikiran saya hanya berkisar urusan makanan dan minuman saja. Sedangkan arti sebenernya akan bulan Ramadhan sendiri, entah kemana dengan sukses terlupakan. Aih-aih manja ya saya? *atau malah nyebelin ya saya?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bermukim di negara non-muslim, sudah tentu kebanyakan orang ngga Ramadhan-friendly. Tidak sedikit orang yang masih awam akan apa itu Ramadhan, dan kenapa juga ada orang harus rela berlapar dan berhaus ria sepanjang hari. Beberapa kali dosen kuliah atau kolega kerja saya melontarkan kekuatiran yang bernada sama "You look kinda powerless... Can you just break your fast now?" Atau kadang kebingungan seperti "Why are you doing this to yourself?" Pernah suatu saat saya tidak sahur di pagi harinya, jelas dong siangnya penampakan saya terlihat sedikit lemas "Maaan... are you sure you're alright? You're so pale, you're not gonna die because of fasting, are you?" Yaa elaaah capek deeh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilangnya nuansa bulan suci sudah tentu ada dan mewarnai pengalaman ber-Ramadhan disini. Kalo di Indo demi menghomarti orang yang sedang berpuasa, sepanjang bulan suci pemerintah menghimbau restoran ataw fastfood-fastfood untuk masang tirai sepanjang jendela. Kalau disini kan ngga ada acara tutup tirai segala. Belum lagi ditambah godaan melihat pemandangan bule-bule berpakaian sangat-super-minim-sekali. Pertebal iman anda ya teman-teman! Hihi! Yaaa anggaplah godaan makanan minuman serta 'pemandangan minim' semoga menambah investasi pahala puasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/ramadan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 107px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/ramadan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I truthfully confess that back in Indonesia, during ramadhan adzan Magrib on TV obviously has been my family's favorite session of the day. Back in here, the sound of adzan Magrib has become priceless luxury for me. Disini manna adaaa suara adzan lengkap dengan beduk bertalu-talu? Patokan waktu saya berbuka adalah selebaran waktu shalat yang dibagikan oleh organisasi muslim mahasiswa tempat saya kuliah. Itu juga terkadang masih ragu, secara saya sering memajukan waktu di jam tangan saya, jadi takut tidak akurat lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi itu dulu! Sekarang saya sudah lebih pintar (-sedikitt- hehe!) Di awal bulan-bulan pertama tinggal saya suka dengar-dengar radio local, sampai suatu saat ketemu radio dengan penyiar berbahasa Inggris -Arab. Yang akhirnya saya tau itu Muslim Community Radio, sudah pastinya doong memperdengarkan suara adzan Magrib dengan waktu lebih akurat. Sejak setengah tahun terkhir ini saya juga melengkapi diri dengan langganan ke salah satu situs Islam (&lt;a href="http://www.islamicfinder.org/"&gt;http://www.islamicfinder.org/&lt;/a&gt;), yang dengan setia meng-sms jadwal shalat setiap harinya. Dan dari situs ini juga bisa di-download software gratis untuk Adzan. Geez.. How can I thank to rapid growth of technology!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perbedaan waktu juga merupakan hal yang signifikan di kala puasa. Di negara yang saya tinggali ini, selama empat tahun terakhir, Ramadhan kebetulan selalu jatuh di antara spring dan summer. Awal-awal pingsan juga kaleee.. jam 4 udah imsak dan yang paling parah jam 7.30-an baru buka. Ditambah lagi pas summer, jadi kebayang dong panasnya kayak apa. Untungnya tahun 2006 ini, pas peralihan spring ke summer, jadinya udaranya masih dingin dan Magrib berkisar jam 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngngng... masih ada siy beberapa hal tentang puasa di negeri ini yang awalnya bikin sdikit bingung. Tapi sekarang uda ngga ngga kok. Sudah terbiasa dan juga beberapa uda ketemu jalan keluarnya gimana. Dulu saya belum banyak kenal orang disini, tapi sekarang saya dan beberapa teman dari berbagai komunitas dan perkumpulan sudah beberapa kali mengadakan acara buka puasa bersama. Dulu terkadang saya kangen sama acara sinetron rohani menjelang beduk magrib, sekarang (-kadang kangen juga siiy tapi-) lumayan tergantikan dengan surfing internet tentang situs Islami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus dulu kan suka bingung tuuyh kalo pas diluar rumah dan kepepet kudu solat, laah solat dimana?? Disini masjid kan jarang sekali ada. Kalau pas di kampus siy biasanya ada religious room, tapi kalo pas di jalan?? Hehe.. kalo saya suka cari mall ato apalah pusat perbelanjaan terdekat dan solat di parents room. Parents room nan sepi ini fungsi awalnya merupakan ruangan untuk para orang tua yang ingin mengurus anaknya yang biasanya masih balita. Mengurus dalam artian, mengganti nappy, ngangetin susu botol di microwave, menyusui, atau cuma biar anaknya bisa maen-maen sama mainan yang disediain. Naah... bilik-bilik menyusui yang betuknya seperti change room itu kadang diem-diem saya pake untuk solat. Huehuehe.. tak ada rotan, akar pun jadi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/55992412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 123px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/55992412.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Untuk urusan shalat Ied, sebenarnya banyak pilihan. Terkadang organisasi muslim di setiap uni masing masing menyelenggarakan tempat untuk shalat Ied berjamaah. Kalo saya siiy biasanya kalo ngga shalat Ied di masjid daerah rumah sodara di northern beaches area, yaa solatnya di manapun itu konsul jendral nyelenggarainnya dimana. Berhubung di daerah tempat tinggal sodara saya, kebanyakan muslimnya berasal dari middle east. Jadi ya nanti sholat Ied nya banyak ketemu orang middle eastern, dan khutbah nya juga pake bahasa Arab. Tenang aja... saya juga ngga ngerti kok itu imamnya ngomong apa :D. Dan kalo sholat Ied di Marrickville, berhubung yang mengadakan itu Konjen Indonesia untuk NSW, jadi ketemuanya juga sama orang Indonesia dan tentu saja yang khutbah pake bahasa Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah tak terasa sudah menginjak pertengahan bulan Ramadhan. Sedikit lagi lebaran deh! Selamat Idul Fitri ya teman, mohon maaf lahir dan batin. Sampaikan juga salam saya untuk ketupat, sayur labu, rendang, dan teman-temannya! Emmh... sebaiknya disudahi sajalah tulisan ini berhubung saya bisa lebih panjang lagi menulis betapa saya kangen rendang limpa :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps: eh sbenernya siy buah kurma dan teman2 hidangan yang lain itu ada loh disini; tapii yaa cumaa ituu... kudu nyari nyari dulu lah di asian grocery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sedianya tulisan ini mau dikirim, tapi karena sesuatu dan lain hal mengakibatkan keterlambatan. sedalam-dalamnya saya meminta maaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;** food images taken from: trulyjogja.com; indocooking club, budiboga.blogspot,com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-116097534674488231?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/116097534674488231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/116097534674488231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2006/10/cerita-puasa-di-negri-seberang.html' title='cerita puasa di negri seberang'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-116101482956705856</id><published>2006-09-19T00:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T23:09:56.366+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Ade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Ade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ngga kerasa yah. Beneran ngga kerasa, tau tau uda segede gini ajah. Padahal dulu waktu kecil termasuk ngga tinggi loh, dan saya selalu dengan blagu-nya bilang "kamu pendek banget ya?" *bakat ke-blagu-an gw terpupuk dari kecil sepertinya.. hihihiy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inget dulu... dia masih minum susu botol, tiap malam sambil tidur sambil nge-dot. Suatu hari mama ngumpetin botolnya, jadi dia mau dengan terpaksa minum susu di gelas. Lalu dengan culunnya minumnya juga sambil tidur, dan tumpahlah segelas penuh susu di tempat tidur. Hhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inget dulu... waktu dia TK dan saya SD, kita main bareng di kamar Mama. Nemu gunting. Saya bujuk dia supaya saya boleh cukurin rambutnya. Dia menolak keras. Saya bujuk tambah keras. Dia terus menolak. Saya terus bujuk. Saya bilang "ngga papa deeh, bisa kok. kmaren si andi yang rumahnya dipojok situ juga teh yang potong. yah mau yah yah?" Dia pasrah sambil berkata "ngngngng...bener tapinya ya, dikit aja yaaa..." Dan tragedi ini diakhiri dengan... pitak di mana mana. Papa marah. Rambut dia dibotakin. Abis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inget dulu... kita berdua sudah sama-sama duduk di bangku SD, mama papa baru sibuk-sibuknya mulai usaha baru. Saya yang sedari kecil dididik displin sama mama, kadang suka gregetan ngeliat dia jam 5 sore masih lengkap pake seragam main di lapangan. Sering saya jemput ke lapangan, saya mandiin, saya ajarin dan bantuin ngerjain pr-nya, dan nyiapin seragam besok untuk sekolah. "Saya galak" katanya. Suatu ketika Papa marah sama saya, katanya adek nangis di kamar mandi karna saya marahin terus. Tak sadar saya dulu memang kadang terlalu galak sama dia. Kalau inget  saya suka nyesel banget banget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inget dulu... saya akhirnya lulus SMA, dan pindah ke Semarang. Komunikasi kami jarang terjalin, saya sibuk kuliah dan menyesuaikan diri di lingkungan baru. Terkadang dia telpon, sekedar menanyakan kapan saya pulang jakarta, dia mau beli jeans baru, tapi nanti saja tunggu saya pulang. Ya ya... dulu ia menganggap saya fashion manager-nya; ia percaya luar dalam dengan selera dan pendapat saya dalam fashion. Dan tak lama kemudian, ia pindah benua pergi menuntut ilmu. Demi pendidikan dan juga proses pendewasaan diri kata mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/Copyof100_0103_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 216px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/Copyof100_0103_big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;de Ibnu&lt;br /&gt;Ade ku sayang, ade ku satu-satunya...&lt;br /&gt;Tak terasa hari ini genap sudah 23 tahun umurmu&lt;br /&gt;Selamat ulang tahun ya ade ku&lt;br /&gt;Semoga panjang umur dan semua keinginan mu bisa tercapai&lt;br /&gt;Teh belum bisa kasih apa-apa&lt;br /&gt;hanya ada nama ade terucap dalam doa teteh, dan Insyaallah dijabah oleh-Nya&lt;br /&gt;Semoga ade diberikan umur yang panjang agar bisa terus menambah amal ibadah; dijauhkan dari penyakit dan diberikan kesehatan jasmani dan rohani; selalu di dalam lindungan-Nya dan selalu mendapat ridho-Nya di setiap langkah; dan semoga ade dijauhkan dari api neraka, dan dapat menghuni surga-Nya.&lt;br /&gt;Amin. Amin. Ya robbal alamin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-116101482956705856?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/116101482956705856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18054006&amp;postID=116101482956705856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/116101482956705856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/116101482956705856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2006/09/dear-ade.html' title='Dear Ade...'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-116098846597837495</id><published>2006-09-16T18:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T02:04:35.410+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulang dan Balik Kampung</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pulang dan Balik Kampung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/42-16604523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 115px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/42-16604523.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saya pulaaang...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeemh atau mungkin seharusnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya dataaang...?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak taulaah. Tak jelas yang mana yang lebih berasa rumah untuk saya sekarang ini. Yang jelas selama dua bulan terakhir, antara mid July - mid September, negri koala ini sudah pasti sepi tanpa kehadiran saya *blagu mode:ON*. Balik-pulang-mudik ke Jakarta judulnya. Niat awalnya mau spiritual recharge, dan srencana ngga akan bisa tinggal lama juga di Indo. At least dua minggu cukup lah, atau paling lama maksimal tiga minggu aja deh. Kan harus balik untuk mencari nafkah lagi sodara-sodara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rencana tinggal rencana. Niat awal dua minggu mulur secara tidak direncanakan jadi genap 2 bulan saja. Kesssel deeeh!! Saya kesel planning awal tidak terealisasikan, dan secara saya sedikit terjangkit &lt;em&gt;control freak&lt;/em&gt; *dikiit kok beneran tinggal dikit sekarang* jadi bawaannya bete gitu deh pas tau saya mau gag mau harus ngubah rencana awal dan harus kudu mesti tinggal lebih lama di Jakarta. Grmbml...grbrml...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngapain aja saya di Jakarta?? Paling banyak sih menghabiskan waktu (-secara berkualitas tentunya-) sama ibunda tercintah. Sengaja hari-hari pertama saya ngga ngabarin satu teman-pun, selain masih kangen ama 'ci mamah demplon' (panggilan sayang adik saya buat mama), dan karena saya-nya juga entah kenapa belum mood beredar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekitar minggu-minggu selanjutnya baru deeh. Telpon sana-sini. Janjian sana-sini. Ketemu sana-sini. Ngobrol-ngobral sana-sini. Dan tentunya dengan tak lupa menjalankan misi Tour-da-Djajanan-Djakarta. Jeeeng jeeeeeeng!!! Sate padang, soto betawi manggarai, bakso somay-nya blok S, kepiting lada hitam- nya restoran sedap malam di klapa gading, tata ribs jalan casablanca, ayam bakar ganthari, soto kaki dudung roxy, gado-gado boplo, bakmi ayam GM, mpek-mpek tunu, dan terus, dan teruuus, dan masih banyak lagi :D. Ditambah lagi makanan andalan yg selalu saya minta tolong mama masakin stiap pulang jakarta; cuma ada tiga kok! Pepes tahu sumsum, bakwan jagung, sama cumi kecil dimasak item. (yang terakhir ngga tau namanya apa, yg pasti makanan cirebon, ada yg tau namanya?) Semua ini alhamdulillah wa syukurilah masuk dengan selamat ke perut saya. Pada akhirnya berat badan saya sukseees bertambah 3 kg! Hohaihiahiahia :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheheh... mari kita tilik kembali kegiatan terbesar saya di Indo. Mainly berkisar sama jajanan yak? Gag koo.. jajanan kan hanya pendamping di setiap agenda saya *cetuk*. Saya sempat juga ke Bandung beberapa kali, nganterin seserahan nikahan teman, trus menghadiri perkawinan teman yg sama di minggu selanjutnya, trus ketemuan salah seorang kawan lama yang uda back for good dan sambil melepas rindu sama masakan ampera dan akhirnya nyobain bakmi akung. Looooh makanan lagi ujungnya!! Wakakaka :D *cetuk cetuk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoaaa... gag kerasa uda dua bulan aja saya absen dari negri koala. Sepertinya semua yang saya rencanain udah terlaksana.&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual recharge... check.&lt;br /&gt;G and A wedding... check.&lt;br /&gt;Dentist --&gt; wisdom teeth surgery... check.&lt;br /&gt;Checkin out what 'hair smoothing' is... check (ps: biasa aja ah hasilnya)&lt;br /&gt;Beli external harddisklaptop + stack of dvd's... check&lt;br /&gt;Meet up, catch up, and updating all stories and goss.. check baby check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah waktunya saya pulang. Hemm... terasa ada yang tidak pas dengan kata 'pulang'. Jujur saja dengan segala kelebihan dan kekurangannya, saya sudah merasa 'homie' kembali dengan Jakarta. Uuugh... kok males ya balik? Ditambah lagi terbesit rasa takut di dada. Takut? Iyya saya takut. Karena saya sadari sepenuhnya kepulangan saya ke negri koala kali ini berbeda dengan kepulangan-kepulangan saya sebelumnya. Such a big change and hence such a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan berat hati saya pulang. Dianter dynamic duo ke airport *bukaan bukaaan Batman-Robin, tapi Papa-Mama saya maksudnya*. Dan pergilah saya. Sampai jumpa Jakarta. Walau orang bilang kamu sekejam ibu tiri, tapi tetap doakan saya bisa kembali!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-116098846597837495?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/116098846597837495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18054006&amp;postID=116098846597837495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/116098846597837495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/116098846597837495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2006/09/pulang-dan-balik-kampung.html' title='Pulang dan Balik Kampung'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-114641335917206215</id><published>2006-05-01T02:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T16:22:34.933+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Prime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Prime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the concept of love really means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/dexph143_040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="170" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/dexph143_040.jpg" width="82" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does it have to be zero-end game?&lt;br /&gt;Does it have to be marriage and children?&lt;br /&gt;Can you love someone in a finite amount of time? And not to be considered a failure?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're meant to be in each other's lives for certain amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;Some relationships clearly are meant to be forever. Some arent.&lt;br /&gt;Can both be positive? Both be love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a second and think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-114641335917206215?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/114641335917206215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/114641335917206215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2006/05/prime.html' title='Prime'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-114603653275831173</id><published>2006-04-29T17:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T16:23:05.260+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentang miPrincipessa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tentang mi Principessa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/belajar%20html.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/belajar%20html.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tentang blog ini ya? Bagaimana blog ini dilahirkan? &lt;a href="http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_miprincipessa_archive.html"&gt;Loh kan waktu itu uda pernah ?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi? hmmm... jadi ceritanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...flashback ...flashback ....flashback ...flasback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu itu lagi musim due assignment, kalo gag salah mid autumn semester 2004. Diluar dingin banget, dari pada belajar di lounge mendingan masuk di salah salah satu jejeran lab c123 sampe c128. Biasanya anget, karna heaternya dinyalain. Salah satu classmate saya sedang asik duduk manis depan monitor. Cengar cengir sendirian. Tak.tuk.tak.tik.tuk.tak.tuk.tik.tuk *mencet keyboard maksudnya* trus dia cengar cengir lagi. Tak.tik.tuk.tak.tuk.tik.tuk. Cengar-cengir lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penasaran. Hmm. Ngapain sih ni anak.&lt;br /&gt;Buka website jorok jangan-jangan...?!?&lt;br /&gt;Aih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh.. dia bilang &lt;em&gt;"gw lagi nyapa orang yang uda ninggalin comment di website gw.."&lt;/em&gt; Gaya euy dia punya website. &lt;em&gt;"Eh bukan website seeh.. blog tepatnya"&lt;/em&gt; tambahnya lagi. Dan dari situ temen saya ini mengenalkan saya ke dunia blog; dengan dua blog pertama yang saya intip: blognya &lt;a href="http://keluarganugraha.net/blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mba Astri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ama &lt;a href="http://blog.sepatumerah.net"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Okke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Dan sejak saat itu pula saya jadi suka ngikutin blog atao bahasa kerennya 'blogwalkin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Jadi pengen punya blog.&lt;br /&gt;Susah ga ya..?&lt;br /&gt;Coba dulu deh. Coba coba aja.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog pertama jadi. Hehe.. dikasih nama calon nama calon anak saya nanti kalo uda punya anak *ngerti kan maksudnya?*. Ah sayang sungguh sayang, blog ini hanya mampu bertahan sekitar dua bulan saja. Pertama, karena saya belum bisa nemuin 'gaya nulis' yang enak. Ide-ide cuma nguing nguing aja dalam kepala, alhasil nuanginnya ke tulisan belum teratur dan terbentuklah kalimat kalimat aneh *sekarang masih aneh juga sih sebenernya* Ih jadi kesel. Kedua, blog ini masih make lay out standar dari blogger. Kok kurang oke ya tampilannya? mau ngubah tapi gag ngerti sama sekali caranya. Ih tambah kesel. Ketiga, alasan-alasan sebelumnya membuat saya males untuk nulis postingan yang berakibat juga lupa akan user id dan password. Aih aiiih kesal di dada ini tiada terperi *hiperbola mode: on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada rentang waktu selama setaun lebih, saya menjadi pengunjung setia dari satu blog ke blog yang lain. Sampai akhirnya saya memutuskan untuk punya blog lagi. Tapi kali ini jangan ngulang kesalahan kayak blog pertama. &lt;em&gt;Tapi gue kan gag ngerti sama sekali tentang ngubah ngobah leyot?&lt;/em&gt; Hmmmpf.. belajar.. belajar.. coba.. coba.. liat liat blogskin gretongan.. liat liat punya orang.. trial and error.. browsing browsing panduan tentang html dan css.. published.. edit.. published.. edit.. published.. dan terus.. dan terus.. selama kurang lebih 2 minggu...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yak jadi! Jadilah tampilan seadanya begini. Kali ini namanya... Mi Principessa! Ada yg tau artinya apa? nama ini berasal dari nama tengah saya yg dialihbahasakan ke bahasa lain. Daan.. ini pernah jadi nama panggilan sayang -ex- pacar saya huehuehue.. Kedengerannya merduuu banged kalo dia lagi manggil-manggil pake nama ini :D Duluu tapi duluuuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sekarang yg masih jadi ganjelan saya akan blog ini.. kalo pake IE tampilannya normal, tapi entah kenapa tampilannya jadi jelek kalo pake Firefox. Background warna itemnya layoutnya jadi gag keluar. Ada yg tau kenapa? Belum coba pake Opera and or Netscape sih. Trus tambahan lagi, kalo ada yg nanya "kok gag bisa ninggalin comment yaa?" Itu karenaaa.. saya tadinya pake haloscan, tapi entah kenapa gag keluar ;p Trus pas mau balik lagi ke system comment blogger, saya jadi lupa dan gag tau gimana aktifin lagi comment di blogger T.T Huh! Huh! Biar aja deh.. ada yang bisa bantu gaaak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu pernah suatu ketika, di masa saya sedang dalam periode hibernate untuk menulis, tapi penasaran kalo kalo ada yang ninggalin pesen di shoutbox. Looh? Tapi kok? Tapiii? Kenapa isinya jadi begini?!? Blog saya berubah total baik design maupun isinya. Aaah tidak roberto! Jangan robertoooo! *gaya telenovela* Waah blog gw di hacked orang nih! Kok bisa sih blogger.com??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selidik punya selidik sodara sodara... ternyata saya nyasar! Yak betul saya nyasar ke blog orang yg url addressnya mirip banget. Tinggal buang dua hurup awal. Huwhehehe... berasa super bloon banged :D. Tapi tenang.. bukan saya aja yang nyasar. Dua minggu kemudian, teman saya &lt;a href="http://negeri-neri.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fitri dari negeri neri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; juga pernah nyasar dan sampe sorry dori stroberi *wave to juragan Neri* ihikihikihik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yak yak begitulah ceritanya. Kalo cerita teman-teman sampe punya blog gimana? ayo cerita dong Principessa mau dengar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-114603653275831173?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/114603653275831173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/114603653275831173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2006/04/tentang-miprincipessa.html' title='Tentang miPrincipessa...'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-114577649220680004</id><published>2006-04-23T16:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T15:15:49.300+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tahu dan Tempe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tahu dan Tempe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waah pasti mau ngebahas soal makanan ya?&lt;br /&gt;Mau bilang kangen ama tempe ya? secara tempe termasuk barang langka disini?&lt;br /&gt;Iya kan? Iya kaan? Iya kaaan? alaaa udah ngaku aja.. uda kebaca kok dari title postingnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukaaan.. kali ini saya gag mau ngomongin soal makanan kok. Meski saya akui kalo saya kangen juga sih sambel tempe buatan bi Yayah di rumah.. nyam! Bi Yayah ini assistant ibu-ku yang ikut keluarga saya for almost 10 years. Orangnya luguu banget. Kalo ngomong pake bahasa indo juga lucu gitu. Mungkin karna vocab nya juga agak belepotan. Pernah duluu banget, waktu awal dia kerja, kita minta tolong beliin masakan padang. Nah pas baliknya dia cerita pengalaman dia. Dia cerita setelah dia mengucap salam Assalamualaikum di pintu restoran *yah oke laah gapapa*, tak lupa beliau melepas sendal sebelum masuk *haa? kita skeluarga melongo*, trus pas masuk.. coba tebak bibi yang satu ini ngapain? dia nyalamin tangan orang-orang di dalem restoran satu persatu, termasuk pengunjung yg lagi pada makan! *dan kita skeluarga pengsan dengan sukses* keren banget kan bibi kita yang satu ini :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. emmh. waaa... kenapa jadi ngomongin bi Yayah ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukaaan.. kali ini saya gag mau ngomongin soal makanan kok. Tahu dan tempe dalam postingan ini tidak mengacu pada makanan. Melainkan pada warna kulit yang berbeda yang dikarenakan perbedaan ras. Lucu ya istilahnya. Saya juga baru tau istilah ini sebulan yang lalu, padahal katanya ini istilah lama. Temen saya bilang kalo dia itu 'tahu'. Dia orang Indo (-nesia), tapi secara ethnic origin dia chinese, jadi kulit dia putih laksana tahu. Ooooh... saya manggut-manggut baru ngerti. Trus kalo gitu.. gw yang jadi 'tempe' nya gitu? Iyaaa, kalo elo dibilangnya tempe. Ihikihikihik... geli juga ngebayangin saya bagaikan tempe. Hallo kenalkan.. saya Tempe yang suka makan sambel tempe :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/tempegoreng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/tempegoreng.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kalo saya dibilang tempe, saya akan mengkategorikan diri saya tempe yang lintjah pleus senyum meriah untuk bermain dengan tahu, keju (londo bule), kebab (middle eastern), bawang (indian), kimchi (korean), sushi (tau dong dari mana) dan bahan makanan yang lainnya. Yak saya nggak mau dibilang racist, because am not. Saya tidak pernah memilah milih untuk bersosialisasi dengan orang dari bangsa, suku, ras, dan agama yang berbeda. We are all God's creature and we are all the same in His eyes. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di kota tempat saya tinggal ini... oh mungkin sebaiknya saya perkecil scope-nya biar lebih precise saya menggambarkannya. Di &lt;a href="http://uts.edu.au"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; saya kuliah kemarin, dalam komunitas pelajar Indo, ada jauh lebih banyak tahu dibanding tempe. Bisa dibilang perbandingannya 10:1. Tapi tak apa, secara kita sama-sama orang Indo pasti lebih mudah untuk berbaur kan? Ah sayang... ternyata tidak semudah itu tahu dan tempe bermain bersama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan salah sangka dulu! Saya ngga bilang tahu tempe pada ngga akur. Atau mereka suka ta&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/tahuuu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wuran seperti pelajar sma. Tidak. Tidak. Hal ini tidak pernah terjadi dan semoga jangan pernah kejadian. Maksud saya diatas adalah.. meski sama-sama dari Indo, ada kecenderungan tahu-tahu mainya hanya dengan tahu-tahu saja. Tempe-tempe ya juga samanya. Ditambah dengan kenyataan perbandingan jumlah tahu yang jauh diatas tempe, semakin jelas pemandangan ada komunitas tahu, ada komunitas tempe yang notabene hanya segelintir orang saja. Hhh.. kadang si tempe yg doyan sambel tempe ini suka merasa tersisih gitu *deep sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/tahuuu.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" height="106" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/tahuuu.0.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kalo saya boleh jujur, dulu saya pernah agak sebel gitu sama tahu-tahu yang tidak mau bergaul sama tempe-tempe. Kenapa sih kebanyakan tahu mainnya cuma mau sama tahu aja? Saya lalu punya persepsi kalo gerombolan tahu-tahu itu meng-exclusive-kan diri mereka. Huh! Hey kamu-kamu! kenapa sih gag mau bonding secara elo dan gw kan sama-sama orang Indo ?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seiring berjalannya waktu, ada hal yang menarik perhatian saya. Sering terlihat adanya satu dua tempe terselip di pergaulan tahu, dan begitu juga ada beberapa tahu yang berbaur akrab dalam pergaulan tempe. Waah bagus ini! kita bisa bikin gado-gado kan jadinya :D. Meskipun masih suka terlihat ada geng tahu dan geng tempe, semoga para tahu dan tempe yang lain nantinya juga bisa maen bareng kaya begini ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seminggu yang lalu saya ngobrolin soal ini dengan salah satu temen dekat saya selama setahun belakangan ini. Seorang tahu yang lebih dari 1 dekade tinggal di negeri empat musim ini. Anaknya seru, bisa pemalu, berani, serius dan gila pada saat yang bersamaan. Meski kadang kalo dia hang-over bisa ngerepotin orang sekampung *hohoahaohaohoho.. hey you! if you read this, yes im talkin about you dudie*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eh eh..kenapa ya gag semuanya bisa kayak gini?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hah? apa? apa?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Iyaa.. lo nyadar gag sih kalo gag banyak tahu yang kek elo, bisa maen ama tempe? yaah coconut topping-nya bagi dua doong! (kita lagi mesen sepiring puding buat bedua.. hemat bok!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yaelaa... waktu itu Fungfung *bukan nama sebenarnya* juga baru bilang ama gw: ''Jarang loh orang yang kaya Ningsih *juga bukan nama sebenarnya*" trus gw bilang "emang banyak orang yang kayak si Princi?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya kenal Fungfung dari temen saya ini, dan Ningsih itu temen deketnya Fungfung. Kebetulan Ningsing ini temen satu uni adek saya. Jadi saya juga pernah denger tentang Ningsih ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hmm... emang gitu ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Iya lah bo.. emang sih ada tempe yg main sama tahu, tapi kan gag banyak..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eh ntar dulu. Inget waktu dulu kita bedua lagi makan di Ichiban? trus kebetulan ketemu sama temen-temen lo sekumpulan tahu-tahu? Barely of them talk to me dude.. we were sat in the same table and i had this alien syndrome. You know.. i feel like they treating me differently and on top of it they were like excluding me from the conversation. And how can you expect we can get along juuuust fine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Aaa iya juga sih.. tapi kan sekarang kalo kita ketemu mereka di jalan, lo uda bisa ketawa dan ngobrol ama mereka orang kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ya bisa.. gw gitu loh *Plaak*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Nah iyya, mnurut gw seeh... bukan karena perbedaan tempe dan tahu, tapi lebih ke personality tiap orang. Gag semua orang kaya Fungfung, Ningsih, dan elo; mau nyoba berbaur dengan orang yg 'beda'. Kebanyakan orang gag terbiasa dengan bergaul dengan orang yang 'beda' sama mereka. Ya contohnya kaya temen-temen gw itu, mereka bukannya sombong dan meng-exclusive-kan diri, tapi emang mereka gag terbiasa aja maen ama tempe, dan mereka canggung untuk mulainya. Dia orang punya pergaulan emang begitu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin teman saya ini ada benarnya juga.Tak adil rasanya menggeneralisasi semua tempe itu sama gag mau main dengan tahu, masih ada individu seperti Ningsih yang dengan terbuka mau berbaur. Tak adil rasanya menjudge tahu hanya akan bergerombol mengelompok dengan tahu tahu yg lain, karena masih ada tahu yg seperti Fungfung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ujung dari situasi ini mungkin hanya masalah biasa dan tidak terbiasa. Ada tahu dan tempe yang entah enggan, entah males, atau mungkin malah tidak pernah mencoba sama sekali sekali untuk mencoba dekat dengan orang orang yang tampak 'beda' dari mereka. Mungkin awalnya canggung dan alien syndromme pasti ada, tapi nanti juga akan terbiasa. Bukannya alah bisa karena terbiasa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/Rotation%20of%20CIMG1067.3.jpg" width="116" border="0" /&gt;si tempe dan si tahu :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Image tempe goreng is taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.keseharian.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.keseharian.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-114577649220680004?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/114577649220680004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/114577649220680004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2006/04/tahu-dan-tempe.html' title='Tahu dan Tempe'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-114528341292514121</id><published>2006-04-16T04:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T13:01:52.833+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya aneh? aah Kamu kali yang aneh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Saya aneh? aah Kamu kali yang aneh...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelumnyaaa mau minta maap dulu aah ama &lt;a href="http://www.miaridho.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, temen yg ngasih tongkat estafet posting ini. Sorry luvie! it took me ages to write this posting. Maapkan diriku ya.. kesibukan yg mendera diriku tak kuasa menghasilkan idea untuk merangkai kata :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya siiiy... saya juga gag yakin kalo saya punya unsur aneh. Point-point dibawah saya kategorikan aneh dan saya tulis disini, lebih karena seringnya terlontar perkataan seperti &lt;em&gt;"ngapain sih lo?", "aneh banget siih..", "aduh! ngga banget ya lo itu!", "hah? asli deh lo aneh aja jadi orang.."&lt;/em&gt; Yang saya percaya itu adalah ungkapan kasih sayang teman teman saya *plaak*. Alrite! lets get down to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Senyam - senyum sendirian.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/fop021.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="154" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/fop021.4.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Im hundred percent sure that im not the only one (well at least i know my bro also has this kinda weird habit). It just that I cant help but smiling and giggling everytime funny things or memories all of sudden across my head. Jadi misalnya tiba-tiba aja gue mesam-meseum, senyam-senyum, cengar cengir atau bahkan cekikikan sendiri. Kalo pas gw lagi sendirian sih no problemo lah ya, tapi sialnya sering juga kejadian pas gw gag sendirian. Pas lagi jalan kaki, lagi dengerin dosen pas jaman kuliah, lagi hang-out bareng temen, pas lagi meeting. Waadaw malunya kalo ada orang yang mergokin gw lagi nyengir-nyengir sendirian, abis gimana dong... ketambahan lagi gw orangnya susah nahan senyum atau ketawa soalnya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Latah muntah. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iya nih dari dulu kalo liat orang muntah, dalam sepersekian detik pasti langsung enek mau muntah juga! Euuh bawaannya jadi langsung mual aja. Emang ini aneh ya? masa sih? Untungnya biar temen-temen bilang ini kebiasaan aneh, mereka jadi bisa tiba-tiba aja nutupin mata saya demi nggak liat orang lagi muntah di pinggir jalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Cheese is goes with almost everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/berksl0001c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" height="128" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/berksl0001c.jpg" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dari kecil saya addict sama yg namanya keju (dan saya gag suka coklat). Keju jenis apapun saya suka deeh pokoknya, dari mulai cheddar, cammembert, brie, edam, fetta, eh mmh.. tapi kalo goat cheese biasa aja deh, baunya 'domba' banget sih :S. Dan yang suka dibilang 'aneh' ama orang kalo mereka tau saya bisa makan keju untuk breakfast, lunch, dinna, apalagi untuk snack. Tinggal ambil chopping board buat iris-iris kejunya trus liat ada stock makanan apa deh. Yang biasa banget mah pake roti, kentang rebus, instant noodle (huhu.. jadi kangen jajan internet- indomie+ telor+kornet pinggir jalan di jakarta deeh), biskuit, keripik, tomat, lettuce, tp kalo adanya cuma nasi putih.. ya makan nasi panas sambil ngegrogotin keju juga endang bambang kok.. yah at least buat saya sih nambah selera :D Jadi wahai para pria, just a simple hints: cheese is a way more romantic than chocs for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Handy Dandy Notebook.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/eds001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="153" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/eds001.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mungkin ini karena saya tau saya orangnya susah ngebangkitin mood atau malah lupa sama sekali mau ngerjain apa, jadi saya selalu nulis apa-apa aja yang mau dkerjain. Saya selalu punya notebook kecil yg selalu dibawa buat nulis-nulis. Tiap malem biasanya suka ditulis besok mau ngapain ajah. Dan tidak.. handy dandy notebook tidak tergantikan dengan PDA dan yg sejenisnya. Pernah suatu ketika temen saya iseng ngumpetin buku kecil ini.. selama satu minggu saja, dan anehnya saya bisa kayak orang bingung gitu.. serasa ada yg hilang dari hidup ini *tsaah gaya...* .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yak sudah. Empat point aja kayaknya udah cukup kan? Daan saya akan melempar tongkat estafet ini ke... siapa ya? oh ini aja, orang yg pertama dan terkhir ninggalin pesan di shoutbox pada saat saya nulis postingan ini. Mari kita sambut &lt;a href="http://untukamu.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fortuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; daaan &lt;a href="http://modjolito.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Modjolito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *plok plok plok tepok tangan*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekali lagi.. aneh tidaknya seseorang tergantung dari sudut pandang yang mana. Jadi meskipun saya ngga ngerasa terlalu aneh dengan kebiasaan diatas, tapi dengan lapang dada saya akan tersenyum kalo dibilang &lt;em&gt;"idiih kenapa sih lo? aneh banget?"&lt;/em&gt; Oh well.. hidup aneh! *loooh?* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-114528341292514121?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/114528341292514121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/114528341292514121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2006/04/saya-aneh-aah-kamu-kali-yang-aneh.html' title='Saya aneh? aah Kamu kali yang aneh...'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-114422133824107403</id><published>2006-04-05T16:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T17:42:48.266+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mari Menari</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mari Menari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kamu emang dulu waktu kecil pengennya jadi apa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Emmm.. penari latar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hah?!? serius kamu??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Iya beneran.. aku suka banget liatin orang-orang nari itu, kayaknya bagus.. kompak.. semangat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cita-cita kamu sederhana banget ya...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diatas adalah cuplikan kecil percakapan saya sama mantan pacar semasa kuliah. Disaat semua orang sibuk merancang karir masa depan mereka, dan perlahan lahan melupakan impian semasa kecil, &lt;em&gt;but still.. dancing is my #1 passion&lt;/em&gt;. Aaah pokoknya saya suka banget deh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/brxbxp140316.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="140" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/brxbxp140316.0.jpg" width="92" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waktu saya umur 5-6 taun-an gitu, nyokap kaya'nya mikir nih anak gue, cewe satu-satunya kok tiap ngaca bawaannya suka nari ajrut-ajrutan gag jelas.. tiap liat acara Album Minggu (masih inget gag jaman duluu banged di TVRI tiap hari minggu) suka ke pede-an gag puguh ikutan nari-nari depan tipi. Jadilah nyokap ngedaftarin ke sanggar tari di Buah Batu *waktu itu kita sekeluarga masih tinggal di Bandung*. Daaan penampilan perdananya pada saat graduation TK *gubraaak* Saya tampil membawakan tari Merak!! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh! Saya inget.. waktu kelas 3 atau 4 SD gitu, sama beberapa teman sekolah pernah ikut lomba tari yg diadain sama Gramedia matraman (sejak SD kelas 2, saya sekeluarga pindah lagi ke Jakarta). Nggak kook, kita gag menang jadi juara 1, cuma jadi juara harapan ajah. Lagunya kalo gag salah lagunya Chrisye yang judulnya 'Anak Sekolah' (btw apa kabarnya ya Chrisye?). Yang saya gag bisa lupa.. kostumnya maaan kostumnya! Jadi yang nyiapin kostum kita itu mama-nya temen kita yang.. yaah memang aga suka menor sumenour getuh deh. Alaamakjan ahik ahik.. masak gw dipakein legging belang-belang warna ungu-item, tshirt ngatung model Ikang Fawzi, dan dia mesen ngejait kain organdi untuk ikat pinggang ama ikat kepala yang ukuran guedhe banget! bukan jadi iket kepala malah jadi kerudungan itu mah! Edun*! Geleuh pisan**!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semasa SMA, sekolah saya mewajibkan setiap anak untuk punya setidaknya 1 ekstrakurikuler pilihan. Bisa ditebak.. dance adalah salah satu ekskul pilihan saya! Yihaaa! Tiap hari jumat pulang sekolah kita latian nari, yang coreograph kakak ketua ekskulnya, biasanya sih anak kelas 3. Secara SMA saya sering ikut nari dan diundang lomba nari, dari situ saya mulai sering nari. Biasanya sih kalo gag diundang ama SMA lain, yaah diundang ama kakak-kakak dari university. Mulai dari nari di acaranya pl fair, kanisius, pancasila, gonzaga, stekpi, parkit senayan, pasar festival kuningan, apa lagi yah..lupa.. pokoknya itu semua sambil menyalurkan hobby sambil nyari kecengan :D Aduh senangnya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selama empat tahun masa kuliah saya di Semarang, kegiatan tari menari ini agak berkurang. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/dv1083002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maklumlah waktunya terbagi ke kuliah, ngurus diri sendiri secara&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/dv1083002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/dv1083002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; saya tinggal di rumah kost, pacaran (teteeup), trus dua tahun terakhir masa kuliah saya udah mulai kerja. Sempat sih ikut private latino dance di rumahnya temen, sayang instructor cuma available dua bulanan doang. Hasrat menari saya sedikit tersalurkan dengan adanya acara-acara off-air tempat saya bekerja dan juga untungnya teman-teman tercinta rajin menculik saya untuk clubbing setiap saya balik jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu..lalu.. terdamparlah saya di kota bising nan hiruk pikuk *tapi bikin betah* ini. Sekitar satu setengah tahun yang lalu, saya menemukan sekolah tari. Huaaa.. &lt;em&gt;im in love at the first sight with the coreograph&lt;/em&gt;. Serasa menemukan titik terang &lt;em&gt;"nah.. ini dia nih yang gw cari!"&lt;/em&gt; saya kadang suka ikut casual class kalo pas lagi gag dikejar-kejar sama due date assignments. Tapi sayaang.. berbekal motivasi jauh jauh menyebrang laut dan benua demi menuntut ilmu, dengan terpaksa saya rela banget menahan keinginan untuk latian nari. Lah wong tanpa nari-nari ajah, research and paperworks udah naudzubillah banyaknya.. apalagi waktunya dikurangin untuk nari-nari?! Ada sih saatnya saya udah jenuh banget sejenuh-jenuhnya saya dan beberapa teman melarikan diri menghabiskan waktu dengan clubbing demi recharge mengusir kepenatan akan tugas kuliah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan tibalah saat yang saya nantikan, disaat saya terbebas dari belenggu research, projects, and paperworks, dengan kata lain &lt;em&gt;"Ik lulus kuliah dong!"&lt;/em&gt; Sekarang saya bisa latian nari dengan routine deeeh! Wooohooo!! Setidaknya dua hari dalam seminggu, ditemani my &lt;a href="http://strobericoklat.blogspot.com/"&gt;boody-silly-best-friend&lt;/a&gt; dan &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php" uid="'8897146"&gt;KakaChaChaMarichaHeyHey&lt;/a&gt;, saya dengan senyum merekah sumringah meriah pergi latian. Setelah 4 jam lebih tuing-tuing jingkrak-jingkrak, pulangnya sudah jaminan pasti tenaga terkuras habis, dengkul dan tulang kering terkadang memar biru, otot-otot punggung terkadang sakit, tapi in all that... kami bahagiaaa :D Wagagagaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekalian ngasih ide nih kalo kamu suka nari dan kebetulan tinggal di satu kota dengan saya... ada beberapa dance studio yang saya tau dan juga dari hasil cari informasi kanan kiri. Pertama tempat saya routine latian, di SydneyDanceCompany (&lt;a href="http://www.sydneydancecompany.com/"&gt;SDCo.&lt;/a&gt;) Disini mereka punya variety type of classes, mulai dari classical ballet, jazz, hiphop, funk, street latin, broadway jazz, lyricall, ampe t&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/z15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/z15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ap dance juga ada. Ada lagi studio nari di Abercrombie St. namanya UrbanDanceCentre (&lt;a href="http://www.urbandancecentre.com/"&gt;UDC&lt;/a&gt;), studio yang ini memfokuskan ke hiphop, breakdance, dan sebangsanya. Kalo kamu pernah nonton You Got Served, nah coreograph yg diajarin modelnya sama persis kaya gitu. Setidaknya ada tiga teacher SDCo yg yang ngajar juga di UDC. Dan kalo kamu suka tari latin, mendingan sih kamu pergi ke sekolah yang memang mengkhususkan diri di latin dancing. Seharusnya sih ada banyak yaa, tapi saya cuma tau LatinDanceAustralia (&lt;a href="http://www.latindance.com.au/"&gt;LDA&lt;/a&gt;) karena temen saya nari disitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah.. one important tips: beberapa orang temen yang saya ajakin untuk ikutan nari, langsung jiper begitu liat instructornya nari, atau begitu liat anak-anak kelas advance nari. Yaah.. kalo jiper duluan kapan bisanya? Mengutip perkataan Ramon Doringo, director of dance classes at SDCo, di awal kelas "those dancers on video clip had been trained for months, so dont expect miracle happens in one class, allow yourself to make a mistake..." Naah jadi saya tunggu yaa.. kapan kita latian nari bareng niih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps: Tareman teman jangan sampe punya pikiran kalo saya itu pro dancer loh yah, wah saya mah gag ada apa-apanya dibanding sama yang kamu biasa liat di music video-clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Edun : edan&lt;br /&gt;**Geleuh pisan : jijay bajay geli banget&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-114422133824107403?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/114422133824107403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/114422133824107403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2006/04/mari-menari.html' title='Mari Menari'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-114420741821428014</id><published>2006-04-03T13:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T16:45:33.176+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Baaaaack...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Im Baaaaack...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/55964787.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="113" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/55964787.0.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haiii haiii!! :D Kangen yak kangen yak :) Huayoo ngaku! Mmwahuahhuahhuah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gag koook.. sebulan kemarin gag pernah posting bukan karna diniatin hiatuuus; karna emang gag bisa posting ajah tareman teman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pertama: Sibuk kerjaan (baca: mad rush begining of peak period)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kedua : Ampe rumah tepar jek! cuma sempet ngangak depan tipi ato ngobrol ngobral ama adek gw kurang lebih sejam... and then landing in my comfy bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketiga : When you work 8 hours a day (even sometimes overtime up to 12 hours), maaan my brain is just totally numb! as in lack of any creative ideas *eh apa ini cuma gw aja ya :D?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keempat: Lagi agak-agak sebel nih ama laptop gw. Sbenernya sih laptop hitam manis ini *cough cough* sehat walafiat tidak pernah terjangkit virus apapun, RAM nya okeh, processornya juga compatible kok, tapi.. capacity hard disk nya uda reach 75% jadinya tidak secepat dahulu kala. Yaa secara umurnya uda mau tiga taun aja getu looh! Mau ganti yg baru, sayang uangnya kan lagi saving booo... Mau minta patungan dana bank ABF (Ayah Bunda Fund).. "Loh kamu kan uda gag kuliah lagi??" Pengennya sih tukar tambah yaa.. trus nyicil beli yang baru, tapi belum kepikiran mau jual dimana yaa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya sudahlah.. yang penting masih bisa dipake dulu untuk nulis postingan, bukan begitu bukan? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-114420741821428014?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/114420741821428014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/114420741821428014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-baaaaack.html' title='Im Baaaaack...'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-114101325386836807</id><published>2006-02-27T14:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T15:07:33.886+11:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just logged in to post this caricature below, which has succesfully makes me laugh out loud until i got choked. Blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disney's Desperate Housewives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/400/pic08116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-114101325386836807?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/114101325386836807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/114101325386836807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2006/02/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-113992130357681395</id><published>2006-02-14T23:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T21:34:03.600+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Empat Belas Februari</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Empat Belas Februari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/imsis608-050.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/imsis608-050.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="145" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/imsis608-050.jpg" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hari ini setidaknya 8 dari 10 orang yang saya temui dijalan baik pria, wanita, tua, muda, semuanya memegang bunga mawar. Ada mawar yang berwarna merah, pink, ungu, kuning, dan peach. Setangkai bunga mawar di hari normal bisa didapat dengan harga kurang dari $5, khusus hari ini minimal harganya $15, itupun yang sudah tidak terlalu segar. Biasanya serangkaian bunga lengkap dengan pot mungilnya harganya sekitar $10, hari ini harganya melonjak riang gembira jadi $35-$45. Intinya hari ini yang jualan mawar juara banged deh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya pribadi tidak pernah menganggap special apalagi merayakan hari valentine. Pertama, kasih sayang pada sesama itu hendaknya dilakukan setiap hari, tidak hanya setaun sekali. Jadi kalau mau kasih bunga mawar jangan hanya menunggu tiap tanggal 14 Februari dong. Kedua, sewangi apapun bunga mawar tetap ngga bisa dimakan, lalu saya ngga suka coklat dan ngga juga main boneka teddy bear. Saya suka bilang "sayang puokoknya loh yaaa diriku nanti jangan dikasih bunga-bungaan, i would rather get a king size pack of camembert cheese instead of flowers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa bermaksud merayakan tanggal 14 Februari, tadi sore saya dan 4 orang teman pergi nonton yang lalu berlanjut dengan duduk-duduk minum kopi di cafe andalan di persimpangan George St and Bathurst St. Bersama Maryance &lt;em&gt;'wanita penyalur miras'&lt;/em&gt;, Adjie &lt;em&gt;'pria metroseksual terkini'&lt;/em&gt;, Pandu &lt;em&gt;'pria dengan sejuta teori'&lt;/em&gt;, dan Acit &lt;em&gt;'ke Jakarta aku kan kembali'&lt;/em&gt;, 14 Februari malam dilalui dengan obrolan berbagai topik. Dari mulai kenaikan gaji pegawai kantor pajak, apa kabarnya pesulap David Copperfield, sampai ke mas Bima yang meski tidak fasih berbahasa inggris tapi ngotot tidak mau pulang ke Indo (lo gag boongin kita kan Djie??). Tak terasa jam sudah menunjukkan pukul 11 lewat 20 malam, sudah waktunya kami pulang bersitirahat. Esok pagi rutinitas kerja/kuliah sudah menanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, just before I wrote this post my dearie friend Maryance forward me following quotations. I just think it's such a nice words to share with you all. I have to delete some parts or its gona be too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To my friends who are......Single&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a butterfly. The more you chase it, the more it eludes you. But if you just let it fly, it will come to you when you least expect it. Love is only special when you give it to someone who is really worth it. So take your time and choose the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends who are......Not So Single&lt;br /&gt;Love isn't about becoming somebody else's 'perfect person.&lt;br /&gt;It's about finding someone who helps you become the best person you can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends who are......Player&lt;br /&gt;Never say 'I love you' if you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Never talk about feelings if they aren't there.&lt;br /&gt;Never touch a life if you mean to break a heart.&lt;br /&gt;Never look in the eye when all you do is lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends who are......Married&lt;br /&gt;Love is not about 'it's your fault', but 'Im sorry.'&lt;br /&gt;Not 'where are you', but 'Im right here.'&lt;br /&gt;Not 'how could you', but 'I understand.'&lt;br /&gt;Not 'I wish you were', but 'Im thankful you are.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends who are......Heartbroken&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaks last as long as you want and cut as deep as you allow them to go. The challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks but to learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends who are......Still Holding On&lt;br /&gt;A sad thing about life is when you meet someone and fall in love, only to find out in the end that it was never meant to be and that you have wasted years on someone who wasn't worth it. If s/he isn't worth it now s/he's not going to be worth it a year or 10 years from now. Let go...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-113992130357681395?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113992130357681395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113992130357681395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2006/02/empat-belas-februari.html' title='Empat Belas Februari'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-113940920279753852</id><published>2006-02-09T01:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T21:28:39.153+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Basa - Basi - Busuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Basa-Basi-Busuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/lzm086.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" height="138" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/320/lzm086.2.jpg" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beberapa waktu yang lalu saya terima email yang isinya totally gag penting; ngebacanya antara bengong dan gag habis pikir. Panjang emailnya sedang saja, gag terlalu panjang, tapi entah kenapa disetiap point dari emailnya orang ini nulis kalimat yg bikin gerah. Seketika jemari ini dengan lincahnya mereply email tersebut. Tapi pada akhirnya saya urung menekan tombol "Send", karena apa yg saya tulis lumayan bisa bikin muka merah siih kalo emang bener kejadian saya send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu pernah gag berdebat dalam hati? Di satu sisi hati kamu bilang apa, trus disisi lain bilang pendapat yang berlawanan, pendapat kamu terbagi di dua sisi yang berbeda (weiits kayak judul sinetron yaks??) Jadi intinya kayak partai oposisi dalam hati gitu deeeh. Naah itulah alasan mengapa akhirnya saya batal mengirim balasan email tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah dipikir lebih dalam lagi, mungkin karena saya kenal orangnya, saya tau gaya bicaranya, saya ingat persis bagaimana intonasi dia dalam bertutur kata. Hal itu semua membuat saya dengan mudahnya memvisualisasi isi email tersebut. Jadi serasa orangnya bicara langsung depan saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awal email tersebut bercerita tentang sekarang dia sudah bekerja di suatu perusahaan yang jauh lebih baik dari sebelumnya. Trus nanya &lt;em&gt;"Kapan nih.. nyusul kerja n menghasilkan uang. Udah bosen belum... sekolahnya. Ntar keburu tuek lo..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debat dalam hati saya:&lt;br /&gt;# Hey kamu! Yang bilang saya belum kerja siapa? yg bilang saya skarang gag menghasilkan uang siapa? trus yg bilang saya masih sekolah siapa? And the answer is NO. Even if im still in uni, Im sure I wont get bored. I enjoyed every moment in uni, and I did more than just an OK grade back then. And why on earth you must say 'ntar keburu tuek lo..' ?!?! Screw you who thinks you can make plans for somebody else's life.&lt;br /&gt;## Shoo shoo, calm down... dont be silly. she just dunno how things goin on with you lately and maybe it just 'a basa basi ala kampung' Dan kenapa juga jadi belagu dengan nilai di uni. Astagfirullah.. jangan jadi manusia sombong! Istighfar istighfar... *tarik napas dalem dalem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terusin baca email lagi... dia cerita kalo adiknya setelah melewati beberapa tahap seleksi panjang akhirnya masuk juga jadi pegawai salah satu lembaga keuangan terkemuka (fyi I never meet the sister, but i think she must hv been good since she got in that company and im honestly happy for her). Trus dia nulis &lt;em&gt;"Ayo dong... cepetan balik n bergabung jadi CAREER WOMEN"&lt;/em&gt; --&gt; ini bukan salah tulis, emang dia nulisnya pake huruf capital semua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debat dalam hati saya:&lt;br /&gt;# Errrr meaning? Ini maksudnya apa sih? Intinya dia mengajak saya bergabung jadi golongan wanita karir bgitu? Bisa dijelaskan lagi definisi wanita karir? Does she just telling me to be career women or to be just like her or what? And since she wrote it in capital letters, did she intentionally send me message that career women is something precious that I must pursue in my life? Geez for heaven sake, what makes her so god damn snob to be a career women??&lt;br /&gt;## Duh duuuh... sabar mbak..sabar! Ya sut laah, gag usah dimasukin ati napa sih? Kaya baru kenal orangnya sebulan dua bulan aja. Kalo emang bilang kenal orangnya kek gimana, ya kenal juga dong sifatnya kek gimana. Mungkin dia lagi senang2nya dengan status jadi wanita karir, ya biarlah biarkan orang senang. Jangan berprasangka buruk dulu doong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhh iya juga seh, saya lagi sensi kali ya? Terusin baca lagi.. loh uda selesai ternyata? Emailnya ditutup dengan kalimat manis "&lt;em&gt;Jangan buang2 waktu, nanti telat kawin lo.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debat dalam hati:&lt;br /&gt;# Excuse me? buang2 waktu? nanti telat kawin? Maan what should I comment on this?&lt;br /&gt;## Waaah.. kalo gitu partai oposisi juga gag tau mau komen apa doong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detik inilah saya menyadari kalo email ini tak lebih dari basa-basi-busuk-banget yang sarat dengan nilai-nilai menghakimi. Jujur saja saya berasa dihakimi baca email ini, dari mulai perkataan 'tidak menghasilkan uang' sampai 'buang-buang waktu'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti manusia normal lainnya, reaksi saya juga bisa berbeda-beda ketika menghadapi tuduhan menghakimi seperti diatas. Ada saatnya saya bisa tertawa renyah sampai tertawa masam, ada pula saatnya saya mau membela diri untuk mematahkan segala tudingan 'pandai' (ya iyalaah.. pandai banget deh bisa menuding seseorang tanpa didasari bukti-bukti).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respon saya untuk tudingan 'pandai' kali ini, diawali dengan rasa kesal yang tiada terkira (tsaaah bahasa gw :D) sampai pada akhirnya sekarang menjadi tidak peduli. Anjing mengonggong, kafilah berlalu. Selama saya masih berada di jalan yg diridhoi-Nya, insyaallah saya masih bisa melangkah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps: Mind you, I do not regard career women entitled higher position than others in society, they are all equal. I do not view career women posses more important role than other role that women could be. There are heaps of women who choose not to chase their career for different reasons. And God knows I trully respect whatever their decision is&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-113940920279753852?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113940920279753852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113940920279753852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2006/02/basa-basi-busuk.html' title='Basa - Basi - Busuk'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-113936739067556166</id><published>2006-02-07T11:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T01:30:50.893+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Day Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Art of Day Off&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was intend to type "The Art of Doing Nothing" as the title, yet within a second I change my mind &lt;em&gt;"loh saya bukannya ngangak gag ngapa-ngapain juga kok..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadwal kerja saya sebenarnya normal 5 hari dalam seminggu, hanya saja saya sengaja minta trade off antara libur hari Sabtu ke hari Selasa. Jadilah terjemahan hari libur untuk saya adalah Selasa dan Minggu. Tidak seperti selasa-selasa sebelumnya dimana saya memilih untuk &lt;em&gt;make most of my day off&lt;/em&gt; dengan semaksimal mungkin mengisi penuh hari libur dengan keluar rumah melakukan berbagai kegiatan yang sulit dilakukan kalo hari kerja atau hari minggu, misalnya pergi kesini kesana, trus ketemu si itu, ngerjain sesuatu dan malemnya saya masih rela untuk latian nari dua session sekaligus (oh yah! saya uda mulai bisa nari lagi! Alhamdulillah ankle saya sudah sembuh kembali normal stelah 7.5 bulan saya berhenti total menari. Senangnya!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapiii... hari Selasa ini saya memilih untuk tinggal dirumah, kalo dipikir-pikir saya bisa dibilang jarang banget menghabiskan hari di dirumah. Yaah anda bisa membuktikan dengan betapa penuhnya isi kulkas dan menumpuknya cucian di laundry room :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/200144486-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/320/200144486-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pengennya hari ini saya mau leyeh-leyeh dirumah aja ah, nonton-in beberapa judul dvd yang belum sempet ketonton sejak dibeli, baca dua novel yang bernasib sama dengan dvd-dvd tadi, kalo pengen ngemil tinggal telpon delivery pizza, dan tentunya nulis blog setelah sekian lama gag kesentuh karena tiap malem pasti udah kecapean langsung tidur. Pokoknya intinya hari ini saya mau &lt;em&gt;recharge my body and soul by stay at home and relax baby relaaax...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeng ing eeeeng... niat awal untuk seharian tinggal dirumah ternyata gagal ajah tuuyh. Dengan kesadaran yang mendalam akan menipisnya (bahkan habis bis bis) barang persediaan rumah, mengharuskan saya keluar pergi belanja. Beras tinggal untuk 2 kali masak, susu abis, stock toiletries abis, breakfast cereal tinggal dikit, detergent and softener juga tinggal seiprit, dan masih banyak lagi barang2 yg emang harus dibeli. Waaah kalo gini sih kudu belanja bulan-an sekalian untuk stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secara hari ini lumayan banyak waktu, jadi belanja bisa pake banding2in harga dari satu supermarket dengan yg lain. Disini tiap supermarket stiap minggu-nya selalu bikin special price program untuk berbagai macam barang. Jadi kita bisa milih mau beli barang apa di supermarket mana yg lagi ngasih harga paling murah. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/dv1035015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/320/dv1035015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caranya sebelum belanja ambilin dulu weekly brosur mereka biar bisa tau mereka lagi nawarin barang apa dengan harga special yg kebetulan ada di shopping list kita. Teknik belanja bgini buat saya bisa menghemat waktu banyak, buktinya belanja segedumbrangan begini gag sampe 1.5 jam uda selesai kok. Untungnya adek saya mau mengantar dan menjemput kembali ke shopping centre, kalo gag.. wedeew alamat mejret dijalan lagi ngedorong trolley sambil ngegotong2 karung beras 10 kg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampe rumah lagi langsung mulai kegiatan beberes rumah, dari mulai ruang tengah, dapur, kamar tidur saya dan adek, sambil bolak balik ngeload cucian baju. Sekarang didapur numpuk tinggi tuuh koran dan majalah lama dan hasil inspeksi penghuni kulkas yang sudah tak layak dimakan. Sebenernya siiy kerjaan semua ini bisa selesai dalam waktu 3jam-an deh, tapi berhubung saya ngerjainnya santaaai banget (laah orang saya sempat nonton 7th heaven, oprah show, dr. phill serial ghost whisperer, sambil ngemilin sekantong kacang pecan kok!) jadi ajah semuanya baru selesai jam 8malem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malemnya di salah satu channel ada film Sixth Sense, havent I told you that this movie is my number one movie of all. Saya nonton uda lebih dari 10 kali, tapi teteeep aja suka liat aktingnya Hayley Joel Osmont di film ini. Selesai film skitar jam 12an.. bikin teh trus masuk kamar.. blogwalkin bentar trus nulis postingan ini deh. &lt;em&gt;Aaah how I like the way I spend my day off today&lt;/em&gt;. Naah behubung saya besok kerja dan harus bangun pagi, saya pamit tidur dulu yaa.. nite nite everyone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-113936739067556166?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/113936739067556166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18054006&amp;postID=113936739067556166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113936739067556166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113936739067556166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2006/02/art-of-day-off.html' title='The Art of Day Off'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-113704246274598228</id><published>2006-01-12T15:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T13:36:11.023+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousin's Days Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cousin's Days Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi menunjang terlaksananya rencana di hari Selasa kemarin, which was solat Idul Adha pagi2 trus siangnya nonton sama cousins, sejak Senin malam saya uda nginep di rumah tante yg tinggal di Northern Beaches. Karna klo dateng besok paginya pasti gag keburu solat di mesjid, secara perjalanan dari City (tempat saya tinggal) ke sana skitar 50 min by bus. Saat saya masih dirumah lg siap-siap berangkat, ada telpon masuk dengan caller id : tante Rini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya te Rini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hallo, this is Clancy. Are you in the bus or something? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(tnyata cousin yg nelpon pake hp nyokapnya)&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, still at home. Tadi abis nge-laundry dulu soalnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh... what time u'll be here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrr.. 5.30pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Euuh.. thats a liltle bit too long you know, can you come early?&lt;br /&gt;And dont forget to bring your swimming suit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? swim suit? Well, ok.. cya soon then. Bye &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin tante uda bilang kalo saya mau datang menginap. Oh yeah, cousins saya ini masih pada piyik. Yg besar, Clancy, baru lulus Kindy, bulan depan masuk year 1. Adiknya, Brandon, 4.5 tahun, baru saja graduation dari daycare. Spanjang January ini, mereka libur panjang kenaikan kelas. Saya termasuk type orang yg mudah bergaul dengan anak kecil, jadi bukan masalah sama sekali untuk saya berlama-lama main sama mereka. Well, luckily I never really had a problem to adapt myself with kids. As a matter of fact I just love to spend hours and hours to hang around with em. Tapi jangan salah, saya bukan type pemanja anak looh. Kalo mereka lg pada keluar nakalnya, yah saya bisa tegas dan minta mereka untuk say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/Copy%20of%20CIMG1378.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="134" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/Copy%20of%20CIMG1378.2.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bgitu nyampe sana, anak2 piyik itu langsung pada heboh jingkrak-&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/Copy%20of%20CIMG1378.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jingkrak mental-mental atas bawah (agag hiperbolis memang.. hihi!) trus pada langsung ganti baju renang. Ooo... tnyata pada nungguin saya maw pada maen ke beach. Untung summer, jam 7malem masih terang berasa jam 5 sore. Pulang dari pantai jam 8.30, mandi, nonton bentar, trus minta bacain buku sebelum tidur. Blum juga 10 menit, udah pada pengsan tidur kecapean. Termasuk juga saya pengsan dengan sukses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paginya jam 7.30, kita udah di mesjid. Eeeh kita telat doong ?!? katanya solatnya di majuin to 7am. Looh pak imam kok gag bilang bilang dulu? Huhu.. padahal diriku jauh-jauh dari City. Ya sudahlah saya ikut acara makan2nya aja deh kalow bgitu :D. Scara tante harus langsung ke kantor, pulang dari mesijd kita btiga dianter ama tante Nora (thanks again ya Tan!). Sampe di rumah, lil Mr.B kumat gag maw sarapan, pake lari-lari trus aksi tutup mulut sgala lagi. Gag mungkin biarin mereka gag sarapan, soalnya filmnya kan lama baru selse jam 1 lebih, nanti bisa kelaperan di bioskop doong. Hmmpf... &lt;em&gt;"Okay Brandon, I wont push you. But u cant go to the cinema with me if you dont finish ur breakast. Up to you, its your choice"&lt;/em&gt;. Hehe.. panik langsung dia, langsung teriak nangis terus minta disuapin. Sambil sarapan pada gantian ngomong &lt;em&gt;"Oooh... I cant wait to see the movie.."&lt;/em&gt; Ih bisa banged gag sih ;p!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam rangka antisipasi worst case scenario, sbelum berangkat saya mau mereka janji gag lari2 dan terus pegang tangan saya slama di Mall. Biar gimana Mall-nya kan geda boo.. bukan gag mungkin mereka tiba tiba raib (seperti kejadian yg sudah-sudah). Tapi kalo ngomong ama brandon mah rada susah lah yah, secara dia suka belum ngerti, ngomong ama Clancy aja deh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Clancy, can you promise me something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"What is it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you please..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(blom selse ngomong)&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Not to eat pork, ham, and bacon? Yes sure, I promise the same thing to my mum" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(bengong sesaat)&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Oh yeah, we dont eat that! And also promise me to hold my hand and help me to keep eye of your brother"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Ok I will..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/Copy%20of%20CIMG1397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="144" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/Copy%20of%20CIMG1397.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/Copy%20of%20CIMG1399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="143" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/Copy%20of%20CIMG1399.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/Copy%20of%20CIMG1400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="141" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/Copy%20of%20CIMG1400.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lil Mr. B and Lil Miss C posing while wait for da bus&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Baguslah, Alhamdullilah, mereka udah tau mana yg boleh mana yg gag boleh. Selama di bus menuju ke mall, suasana aman terkendali, pada nyanyi Itsy Bitsy Spider :D Masuk mall, queuing movie ticket, beli popcorn, duduk dalem cinema... keadaan masih aman terkendali. Sekali doang waktu pas saya nengok, eh Clancy bukan duduk di bangku malah berdiri tegak dibangku dengan premannya, langsung buru-buru saya dudukin lagi. Makan siang di foodcourt, adalah puncak ketakutan saya. Berdasarkan pengalaman, moment inilah yg paling susah control Brandon, dia sering langsung kabur masuk ke toko game disbelah foodcourt. Dan kalo uda kena game, waaah bisa heboh deh ngebujukinnya biar udahan. Ternyata kali ini tidak sodara-sodara... suasana tetap aman terkendali! Mereka tetap duduk makan dengan manisnya. Untung..untung..untung *usap usap dada*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selesai lunch, yg satu mau liat mainan di Myers (one of the leading department store), yg satu mau beli ice cream. Daripada ribut, mereka akhirnya make a deal, mau berapa lama di Myers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Alright Brandon, we can go to Myers first, but only for 7 minutes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; kata kakaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;"Noooo Cwancy (maap masih cadel) thats too short! I want 5 minutes!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoahihuhoahiau :D beginilah kalo dua anak itu debat, suka gag jelas emang. Belum lagi ktawa dengerin Brandon yg cadel huruf L jadi W, as in 'Hallo' jadi 'Hawoo' or 'I love you' jadi 'I waf you' Bwahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tau kan di mall suka ada maenan yg pake coin trus bisa gerak, (apa sih itu namanya?) nah &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/Copy%20of%20CIMG1402.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/Copy%20of%20CIMG1401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/Copy%20of%20CIMG1401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clancy Brandon suka masuk ke maenan kek bgitu. Meski kita gag masukin coin juga, mereka suka pura-pura gerakin sendiri. Brandon masuk ke salah satu maenan yg bentuknya helicopter, Saya ama Clancy nungguin diluar sambil lirik2 etalase Sportsgirl. Trus pas nengok lagi tau-tau Brandon udah gag ada di dalam helicopter. Tuh kan sebel deh suka kabur sendiri tu anak. Nyariin masuk ke Sportsgirl, gag ada. Ke toko sebelah kanan kirinya, gag ada juga. Nanyain ke orang yg jaga stand sebelah mainan helicopter, kalo liat anak kecil umur 4 taun-an make baju biru, dia bilang gag juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huaa disitu mulai bingung... mana Clancy pake nangis lagi! Sambil nangis dia bilang "&lt;em&gt;where's my brother? what if something happen with him? he's my only brother.. what if he's crying looking for us?&lt;/em&gt;" Gilak tambah panik gag sih?!?!? 10 menit lebih (rasanya kaya berjam-jam!) saya naik turun escalator nyariin di tiap toko mainan. Soalnya waktu itu Brandon pernah nyelonong naik escalator sendiri mau ke toko mainan langganan dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waah gila banged... bingung, panik, takut campur marah kesel ama Brandon. Saya sampai bilang &lt;em&gt;"If I found your brother, seriously I'm gonna smack his bum!" &lt;/em&gt;Tiba-tiba dari bawah kdenger suara teriak &lt;em&gt;"Cwaaaancyyyyyyyyyy!!!"&lt;/em&gt; Hah?? Apa tuh? Langsung kita lari ke ground floor. Di deket tempat helicopter tadi Brandon lagi lari panik bolak balik. &lt;em&gt;"Braaaandooooooooooooooooooon!!!"&lt;/em&gt; Bodo deh tereak disangka orang gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya akhirnya gag jadi marah, abis kasian banget liat Brandon nangis sesenggukan, sampe mukanya merah semua. Rupanya dia juga panik nyariin kita. Langsung saya angkat gendong untuk nenangin dia, abis gag tega juga liat dia nangis ketakutan. Begitu tangisnya reda, sambil marah dia bilang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;"Kaka Putri! dun you eva wif me awon yike that! (baca: dont u ever leave me alone like that)&lt;br /&gt;I just have heart attack!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya : *gubraaak*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilee baru tau ada anak 4 taun bisa jantungan...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-113704246274598228?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113704246274598228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113704246274598228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2006/01/cousins-days-out.html' title='Cousin&apos;s Days Out'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-113672988490692852</id><published>2006-01-09T01:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T01:19:09.036+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Teganya...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Teganya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAARRRGHHH!!! Aku bentjih! Aku bentjih!&lt;br /&gt;Uda nulis puanjang puanjang trus pas maw di publish ilang loh!!&lt;br /&gt;Kessel kessel kesseeeeel!&lt;br /&gt;Akoe bentjich kamoe blogger.com!&lt;br /&gt;Teganya dirimu.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-113672988490692852?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113672988490692852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113672988490692852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2006/01/teganya.html' title='Teganya...'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-113638903691137854</id><published>2006-01-04T23:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T11:14:53.240+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy new year love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy New Year Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;From: Principessa &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:principessa@miprincipessa.blogspot.com"&gt;principessa@miprincipessa.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;To: Love &lt;&lt;a href="mailto:Love@xxxxxxxxxx.com"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;@xxxxxxxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Date: January, 4th 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Subject: New year reportation from downunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heey... how was your first 4 days in 2006? Hope it went just fine. Sorry took me ages to write you about my new year's eve down here. You know... deadline and stuff are really driving me nuts. Oh well.. hope everything will be finish before the due date. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No Love, what you've guess is not quite right. I did celebrate the night, but I celebrate it with my own way. No Love, I didnt went to fancy clubs nor any of those invitations of all night long free flow drinks or champagne new year party. No Love, I didnt lied, I'm telling you the truth. Why would I lied to you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For some reasons I choose to celebrate the night differently from what we almost always have before. This year, I just dont wanna be hassled with those &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; so important things. Such thing like prepared what dress to wear with matching accessorries, booked stylist for make up and hairdo, indepth research where to go and what they offer, check out party guest list, reserved places for after party accomodation, and so on and so on. Honestly Love... havent we just had enough of it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I decided to spent the night simply with my closest people in here, &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=9966394"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;my bro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=9859039"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;mr. p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=7374298"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=23210676"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; couple, and &lt;a href="http://neo-ginger.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;neo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Yes, it was only six of us. We all met at &lt;a href="http://darlingharbour.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Darling Harbour&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;about two hours before midnight, together we mingled with the crowd waiting for the countdown. There were also a band who played some kinda jazzy songs to lighten up the night while we were waiting for the fireworks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/CIMG1339.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/CIMG1339.0.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/syd260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="151" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/syd260.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/CIMG1333.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/CIMG1333.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/adam%20hollingworth%20smh.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/CIMG1339.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fireworks? Again? Yes, again fireworks. I've told you already, how people in here are just crazy about it. Well, I must admit it was amazingly beautiful design of fireworks show as always. Surely the show's organiser must have spent few grand of money to prepare it, but I guess it is definitely worthed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/nye260.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the spot not long after fireworks show finished, and went straight back home, and that was it! Thats how I choose to spend last new year's eve. It was lovely warm night filled with togetherness, shared the laughter and memories of what happened for the last twelve months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once again happy new year my dear Love... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wish you courage for never stop dreaming and never stop finding, even on your last exhale.&lt;br /&gt;I am here and going nowhere, waiting for you... to find me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Fireworks pics courtessy of Adam Hollingworth by SMH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-113638903691137854?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/113638903691137854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18054006&amp;postID=113638903691137854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113638903691137854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113638903691137854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-love.html' title='Happy new year love..'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-113608399473654139</id><published>2006-01-01T13:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T18:51:02.226+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Cendol ooh Cendol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cendol ooh Cendol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tau es cendol ?&lt;br /&gt;Tau asinan jakarta yg pake krupuk kuning ?&lt;br /&gt;Tau es podeng yg pake roti dan ketan item ?&lt;br /&gt;Yak! Gw lagi pengeeeeeen bwuanged makan itu semua! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Huhuhu.. ngidam niiiih &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/emote-right.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sayangnya jajanan beginian munculnya jarang sih, paling setaun skali doang pas Indonesian festival, yaa kecuali kalo tiba tiba saya nongol di rumah Deeja diduga keras &lt;a href="http://www.keluarganugraha.net/resep/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ibu Astri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; akan berbaek hati bikinin cendol &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/4.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/320/4.1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Mana udaranya lagi gerah banged lagi, padahal ngliat kejendela pohon masih pada gerak gerak, brarti diluar berangin dong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eh gimana acara taun baruan kamu? Asik gag? Liputan taun baru-nya dari sini ntar ya, belum mood nulis... masih kebayang es cendoooool... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Update at 7.30pm:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sodara sodara.. pantesaaaan udaranya panas pisaaan. Tadi kluar makan siang, astaganagabonar!! *apa seeh gw* anginnya panas kaya angin dari hairdryer! beneran gag boong! mataharinya juga terik banged sampe berasa perih perih gituh dikulit. Pulang kerumah langsung check online weather via &lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/weather/sydney.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;SMH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... laporannya sbagai berikut:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/320/Copy%20of%20Capture_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Even da goverment has warned todays' extreme fire heat weather up to 44 degree.&lt;br /&gt;Gilaaa ibaratnya masakan, welldone mateng banget deh gw hari ini... *deep sigh* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-113608399473654139?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/113608399473654139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18054006&amp;postID=113608399473654139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113608399473654139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113608399473654139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2006/01/cendol-ooh-cendol.html' title='Cendol ooh Cendol'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-113600489805837053</id><published>2005-12-31T14:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T01:23:18.563+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year? New Resolution?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;New Year ? New Resolution ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Flashback to more than decade ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Di dalam mobil sepulang pembagian raport, saya menangis tersedu sedu. Heh! Bukaaaan.. tangisan saya bukan karena saya tidak naik kelas, bukan pula karena ranking saya turun. Ranking saya di kelas naik 3 point, tapi sayangnya itu tidak sesuai dengan target saya. Padahal saya yakin sekali kalau saya pasti bisa, pokoknya harus bisa mencapai target saya. Ternyata tidak tercapai. Duh sedih... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangisan saya diselingi dengan omelan Papa ke Adik. Papa menyayangkan nilai pelajaran sejarah yang tertera merah di raport Adik semata wayang saya ini. Sepanjang perjalanan Papa terus membahas nilai merah Adik yang saat itu masih berseragam merah putih. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/Capture_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="253" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/320/Capture_2.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Papa bingung engga abis pikir.. kok bisa sih sejarah dapet jelek!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"ngngngng abisnyaaa..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Iya!! sejarah itukan hapalan nama, tempat, tahun, tanggal!! Kalau matematik baru deh Papa bisa bilang harus usaha lebih, selain apal rumus juga perlu latihan, tapi Papa kan suka bantuin kamu bikin PR juga..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Papah.. udahlah Pah, plajaran sejarah itu kan gag ngeliat kemasa depan kita. Plajaran sejarah tuh slalu ngomongin yang udah udah, kaya perang Tjoet Nyak Dien kan udah lewat Pah sebenernya. Yang udah lewat, ya udahlaaah.... jangan dibahas lagi...."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haaa? Duh adekku sayang, kamu pintar sekali dengan lugunya bikin Papa berhenti marah, tapi buntutnya Papa juga memberhentikan langganan majalah Bobo kita sebagai hukuman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As the time passes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... kejadian target ranking tidak tercapai itu mungkin juga salah satu penyebab saya sempat beberapa lama tidak mau bikin target lagi. Punya sih secuil target, itupun disimpan dalam-dalam sedalam-dalamnya di dalam hati. Alasannya cuma satu, saya takut malu. Bukan malu sama orang lain (kan, saya gag bilang siapa siapa), tapi malu dengan diri sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi saya dulu memutuskan kalowpun sampai punya target, yaah jangan maksa deh. Punya target yang rata rata saja sudah cukup laah, itupun kalau gag kesampaian yaa mau bilang apa lagi, mungkin sudah dari sananya. Hidup ini dibikin santai kan enaaak, gag perlu pake malu segala kalo target gag kesampaian. Relax bro... relax...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/Copy%20of%20untitled.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" height="194" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/320/Copy%20of%20untitled.2.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seiring berjalannya waktu, saya menyadari kalau keputusan untuk tidak bertarget dalam hidup&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/Copy%20of%20untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ternyata susah juga untuk dijalankan. Keputusan ini membuat saya tambah bingung sejauh mana saya minimal harus usaha untuk bisa survive, at least survive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat semester pertama kuliah S1 dulu, karena tidak memiliki target saya tidak tau ada yang namanya IP (Index Prestasi), jadi saya kuliah juga santai abeeesh. Di saat akhir semester, saya nyariiiis saja termasuk kelompok mahasiswa yang orang tuanya mendapat surat dari fakultas karena nilainya oh-sungguh-menyakitkan-untuk-dilihat. Meskipun rada telat, saya sadar juga ternyata saya harus punya target at minimum efforts. Dengan kata lain &lt;em&gt;"Gila aja kalo IP gw next semester jeblok, mending pulang kampung jualan daun sirih kemenyan daripada buang2 duit kuliah!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya akhirnya belajar bagaimana membuat dan berusaha commit pada target. Seperti kata pepatah yg mengatakan "Gangtungkan cita cita mu setinggi langit", eh ternyata (setidaknya) buat saya ada benarnya juga looh! Saya jadi mikir kalo bikin target jangan stengah stengah, bikin target yang maksimum tapi realistis! Sampai sekarang saya juga masih belajar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Last minute on 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waah udah maw tahun baru ajah! Biasanya hari-hari begini nih majalah sering muat artikel yang isinya target di tahun mendatang. Standar isinya mah teteup tentang resolusi taun baru, tapi kan headline bisa dibuat sekreatif mungkin, misalnya... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Membekali Diri dengan Resolusi di Awal Tahun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Samakah Resolusi Anda dengan si Dia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Menyongsong Tahun Baru dengan Resolusi Baru? atau .. Pacar Baru ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Resolusi dan Peruntungan Shio Monyet di 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/55964730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/55964730.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sudah. Saya sudah punya target, eh resolusi deng bahasa lebih bekennya. Target saya yang simple ajah.. pokoknya taun ini harus bisa nari di Broadway!! Yeah rite! Dream on! Ini bukan target yang realistis sodara sodara, mengingat kapan terakhir kali kaki ini diajak menari! Hehehe.. iya iyaa saya tau. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yah pokoknya ada lah beberapa target saya untuk tahun mendatang, sudah saya tulis malah. Biar saya gag lupa, biar saya keinget terus, biar saya tetap fokus. Kalowpun pada akhirnya nanti tidak tercapai, menurut saya sih prosesnya lebih penting daripada hasilnya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalow kamu gimana? Ada target untuk tahun mendatang? Apapun targetnya, kita saling mendoakan ya.. biar aral melintang menghadang, kita tetap kuat melangkahkan kaki ini. Amiiin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-113600489805837053?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/113600489805837053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18054006&amp;postID=113600489805837053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113600489805837053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113600489805837053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-year-new-resolution.html' title='New Year? New Resolution?'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-113568099507702648</id><published>2005-12-27T19:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T12:59:52.543+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats on December 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Whats on December 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A Farewell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One and a half year is passed in blink of eye and now she had to leave, back for good to the city that kept stories of our friendship which started 14 years ago. Yes, I know its kinda hard to say good bye to all sweet moments in here... but you still need to move on in your life path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Stop crying and wipe your tears buddy.. wear your dress to kill, your high heels leather boots, and dont forget your long earings. Now, smile and walk elegantly to the boarding gate, dont turn around or you may burst into cry again. No, I wont say good bye, because this is not a good bye. I'll see you when I see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 167px" height="365" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/d01a2005.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 167px" height="444" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/8c0d1d30.jpg" width="337" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 166px" height="300" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/9cfb1c1d.jpg" width="319" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( Honey Museum in Cudleigh / Luna Park Milsons Point / 26Dec on da way to airport)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A Movie Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is the second time I join movie marathon. This marathon thingy is arranged only once in a year, every 26 Dec started at 11pm and finished at 6am in da morning. And puuuhleease guys! Movie marathon is NOT at all about watching a movie while marathon running around the cinema wearing very very strecth running pants &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/mad.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/320/mad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!! They called it movie marathon, as we can watch 3 different movies in a row (which of course all of them are quite new) and we only have to pay less than half of normal price. Nice huh? No wonder it always been full. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Surprisingly enough I managed to watched all of them (last yr marathon, I fall asleep on second movie). This may due to I enjoyed all three movies, which are Chronicles of Narnia, Flight Plan, and Dark Water. Speaking about Narnia.. I love everything about Narnia except the fact that the hero, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aslan"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Aslan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, is a Lion?!?! Its not a hunk good looking sexy human like the normal movie always have. Well... im just a normal ordinary woman who loves the appareance of Collin Farrel, Joaquin Phoenix, and of course Brad Pitt... the father of our children. Thx to lady &lt;a href="http://untukamu.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Fortuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for making me realise about this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 186px; HEIGHT: 170px" height="306" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/CIMG1324.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 189px; HEIGHT: 170px" height="229" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/7f20ea35.jpg" width="369" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 187px; HEIGHT: 170px" height="360" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/CIMG1317.jpg" width="187" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Queue for movie marathon / the sexy Aslan from Narnia?? / Went  marathon with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A Boxing Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Another tradition on 26 of December in this country is Boxing Day. On this very date all the shops, I Repeat, aaaaall the shops giving discount up to 50-80% off! And for this date only mostly shops open at 7am in the morning, and there is one leading fashion store who give out a $100 voucher for the first 100 people come to the store. As you can imagine there was a sea of people queuing, waiting and trying to get into the stores. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Maan! Im out! I just dont feel like shopping, or even window shopping on this day. Those people are just crazy messing around with stack of cloths, which makes even more difficult to find your size isnt? Besides as shopaholic recovery, now I can differentiate "needs" and "wants". Yea... at least I think I can... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/4.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/320/4.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-113568099507702648?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/113568099507702648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18054006&amp;postID=113568099507702648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113568099507702648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113568099507702648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2005/12/whats-on-december-26.html' title='Whats on December 26'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-113547795015633469</id><published>2005-12-25T13:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T13:12:41.686+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Bites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Reality Bites&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah seharian bekerja, badan ini mengeluh "aduuh capek! tiduran istirahat enak nih.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Setelah seharian bekerja, kepala ini bertanya "hmm.. worth gag sih gw begini..??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Setelah seharian bekerja, mata ini mengerutu "enak banget sih orang2 yang tidur 8 jam sehari..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Setelah seharian bekerja, hati ini berujar "Tuhan.. kenapa Kau berikan aku cobaan seberat ini.." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu seorang Kang Dadang bertutur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="181" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/dv307009.jpg" width="118" border="0" /&gt;"Bukan cobaan.. ini realita. Diterima dengan lapang dada, kita menggerutu seperti apapun tetap harus dijalani bukan? Jadi dinikmati saja sambil tersenyum.." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Berteman dengan teman itu mudah, tapi berteman dengan realita tidak mudah, orang yg tidak bisa menerima realita hidupnya akan berandai-andai dengan terus mengada-ada.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"Belum lengkap iman kita kalau tidak bisa menerima realita... inget Qada dan Qadar di rukun iman?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dan masih banyak lagi cerita tentang realita yg Akang ini sampaikan di perbincangan singkat di dalam bis sepulang bekerja...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is indeed reality bites.. yet I have to learn to live with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*bekerja sifatnya fleksibel, dapat diartikan mencari nafkah, sekolah, mengurus keluarga.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-113547795015633469?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/113547795015633469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18054006&amp;postID=113547795015633469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113547795015633469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113547795015633469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2005/12/reality-bites.html' title='Reality Bites'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-113530792242255309</id><published>2005-12-23T13:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T13:13:32.486+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Voila! Bush most wanted mans's Niece!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Voila! Bush most wanted Man's niece!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/wafah%20dufour.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/wafah%20dufour.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="184" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/wafah%20dufour.0.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they gotta be joking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;what dya mean joking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;oh - cmon - now dont be sucha naive, u cant just believe all da things dat newspapers said!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yeah true, but i dont see da point why they wana joke about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so, this picture is serious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;errr.. i.. think.. so.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;well well... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wafah Dufour.. as she appears in GQ (Photo by Reuters)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please navigate to this &lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/news/people/meet-osamas-niece/2005/12/23/1135032164860.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for more details &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-113530792242255309?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/113530792242255309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18054006&amp;postID=113530792242255309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113530792242255309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113530792242255309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2005/12/voila-bush-most-wanted-manss-niece.html' title='Voila! Bush most wanted mans&apos;s Niece!'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-113513017687592116</id><published>2005-12-21T12:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T23:15:33.296+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Alhamdullilah..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pagi tadi dalam percakapan seluler&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teman: "lagi ngapain lo? uda check result online?"&lt;br /&gt;Saya : "umm emang uda kluar ya? blum ngecek gw, abis..... takut"&lt;br /&gt;Teman: "emang gag penasaran?"&lt;br /&gt;Saya : "klo bagus sih gag papa, klo sampe nilainya jelek, ntar gw kerja bisa bete sharian"&lt;br /&gt;Teman: "hehe.. "&lt;br /&gt;Saya : " lo aja deh tolong liatin nilai gw please please.."&lt;br /&gt;Teman: "eh serius lo?"&lt;br /&gt;Saya : "beneran gw. ini ***** id gw, password gw ******"&lt;br /&gt;Teman: "trus gmana?"&lt;br /&gt;Saya : "klo lulus smua kasi tau gw. klo ada yg failed, ntar aja pulang gw kerja.."&lt;br /&gt;Teman: "subject apa yg lo takut fail?"&lt;br /&gt;Saya : "inget waktu exam gw ketiduran di kelas karna gag tidur tiga hari? yaa subject itu!"&lt;br /&gt;Teman: "eeuh ini... online result page lo uda kebuka.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...15 menit kemudian...&lt;br /&gt;press one for english, press two for... enter your user id number then press hush... enter your four digit password then press hush... dial the telephone number then press hush.... and start to hang up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di ujung sana: "haloh.. " (logat sunda yg kental)&lt;br /&gt;Saya : "halo papah...? baru bangun pah?"&lt;br /&gt;Papa : "papa uda lari pagi.. uda nyuci mobil*.. uda sarapan.. "&lt;br /&gt;Saya : "pah... teteh uda lulus pah.. "&lt;br /&gt;Papa : "Alhamdulillaaaaaaaaah... bentar kamu kasih tau mama kamu juga ya"&lt;br /&gt;Mama: "kenapa teh..?"&lt;br /&gt;Saya : " mah.. teteh uda lulus mah.."&lt;br /&gt;Mama: "Alhamdulillaaaaaaaaah... " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting kali ini judulnya Alhamdulillah&lt;br /&gt;Karena pagi ini banyak sekali terucap pujian syukur untuk Yang diAtas&lt;br /&gt;Tak terasa, belasan tahun sudah saya diberi kesempatan untuk duduk di bangku sekolah&lt;br /&gt;Tak terasa, enam tahun sudah saya dan orang tua tinggal terpisah demi menuntut ilmu&lt;br /&gt;Tak terasa, sepanjang hidup ini sudah Engkau tuntun diriku&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdullilah kupanjatkan padaMu ya Allah... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/200066573-001.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/320/200066573-001.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*mencuci mobil untuk papa saya merupakan salah satu ritual olahraga pagi. beliau senaaang sekali mencuci mobilnya sendiri, walowpun di rumah sbenernya ada mas/mba asisten ibuku yg bisa mengerjakannya. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/200066573-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-113513017687592116?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/113513017687592116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18054006&amp;postID=113513017687592116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113513017687592116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113513017687592116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2005/12/alhamdullilah.html' title='Alhamdullilah..'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-113447178801043427</id><published>2005-12-13T22:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T13:18:41.746+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Untitled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/z13.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" height="181" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/320/z13.0.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Knowin that you didn like me to think and feel in certain way, makes me wondering... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Who do you think you are, told me how my feeling should be like&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What i feel is what i feel. I wont lie to my self nor denying what it is inside me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then you said that you just want me to be ok... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well my dear, nobody knows me better than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then you said that you just worry about me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well my dear, dont you worry about me as im doin fabolous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may still miss you sometimes, but trust me.. I dont miss you in hell of pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And just like what you have said, "&lt;em&gt;its a process, it takes time..&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But then again... its not hard for me to indulge this "miss you" feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I even smile when i remember you. I smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was intend to have those smiles for sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because i know when the time is come, when the end of this process is come, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wont let myself to look back because it distract me from the now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/z13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But you. You asked me to stop smiling put an end this process. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If this is what you really want, good bye then my dear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was lovely to have you. Even in glance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/z13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/z13.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/z13.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/z13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-113447178801043427?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/113447178801043427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18054006&amp;postID=113447178801043427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113447178801043427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113447178801043427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2005/12/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-113404266205150530</id><published>2005-12-08T22:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T15:16:40.783+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The last two days of the trip..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/Resize%20of%20CIMG1110.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Last 2 Days of the Trip...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Cruising baby!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayy! Dua hari terakhir of Tazy trip kami berenam naik cruise. Firstly, World Heritage cruise (still in Strahan), for more or less 6.5 hours we were cruising along Gordon River and dropped by at two places: Sarah island and Franklin Gordon rainforest. The second cruise, Port Arthur Cruise (from Port Arthur of course). Persamaan dari dua cruise tersebut: kami belajar banyak tentang sejarah convict collection jaman baheula di negara ini. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/69.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/59.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 57px" height="54" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/59.0.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gordon River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..Sarah Island..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi ceritanya sekitar taun 1823, para terdakwa terpidana negri ini dibuang ke pulau ini. &lt;a href="http://www.roundearth.com.au/sarah.htm"&gt;Sarah island&lt;/a&gt; diyakini paling jitu untuk dijadikan penjara; mengingat kalo maw kabur.. kabur kemana? pake apa? maw berenang? selamat kelelep deh! (merujuk omongan juru kunci Sarah island) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/CIMG1178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/CIMG1178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/CIMG1183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/CIMG1183.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/DSC01392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/DSC01392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/CIMG1183.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/CIMG1183.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..Franklin-Gordon Wild Rivers National Park..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan membayangkan kalow saya akan rela memasuki rain forest yg lebat, becek, berlumpur tanpa ada undakan tempat berpijak. Nehi nehi babuji! Untungnya local goverment telah sedemikian rupa melindungi kelestarian hutan dengan membangun jembatan selebar 1 meter menembus hutan ini. Jangankan menginjak tanah, menyentuh pohon ataw ranting2nya pun dilarang di hutan ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/Resize%20of%20CIMG1185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/Resize%20of%20CIMG1185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/DSC01401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/DSC01401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..Hobart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hmm.. i cant really tell much about this city as we didn spent much time either. Oh! One thing i remember most, its the only city where some people thought that we are a Japanese?!?!? In our defense, since we dont see much asian in this city, maybe people of Hobart just simply generalise that all dark coloured hair and tanned skin are Japanese. Dan meskipun salah, mereka tetap ramah menyapa saya "Konichiwaaa!" Oke deeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/CIMG1191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/CIMG1191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at Salamanca Market, Hobart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..Port Arthur Historic Site..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangunan bangunan tua di tempat ini cantik sekali. Kalow kamu suka photography, tempat ini indah untuk diabadikan. Taman bunganya.. gereja tua antik seperti zaman robin hood.. kastil peninggalan governor setempat.. danau.. dan masih banyak lagi objek yg menarik. Tapi yaaa.. jangan salahkan saya kalow di photo kamu ada penampakan yg tak terlihat kasat mata. Whuaaaa.. dengerin sejarah dibalik bangunan tua di tempat ini, beneran bikin saya merinding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="157" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/231.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/CIMG1194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/CIMG1194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Aslinya kompleks cantik ini berfungsi sama dengan Sarah island. Kalow di Sarah Island banyak cerita orang frustasi mikirin gimana caranya untuk kabur, tapi di &lt;a href="http://www.portarthur-region.com.au/attractions/pahs.html"&gt;Port Arthur&lt;/a&gt; ini banyak cerita orang yg gila atow cacat fisik/mental karena siksaan yg berlebihan. Jadi gag heran juga kalow tempat ini nawarin ghost tour, karna emang banyak cerita yg beredar para napi yg mati tersiksa itu jadi hantu gentayangan. Penasaran kaya gimana hantu2nya? begitu masuk main entrance, langsung liat dinding sebelah kanan, disana dipajang beberapa 'sumbangan' dari orang2 yg secara tidak sengaja berfoto dengan background komunitas hantu di Port Arthur. Yg paling ngetop sih hantu anak kecil perempuan pake gaun putih. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/Resize%20of%20157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/Resize%20of%20157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..Im crap with map!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i must admit it. Why did I spent much much time to read road sign or code or name of city &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/Resize%20of%20CIMG1110.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/Resize%20of%20CIMG1110.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or highway in the map, while the other can easily find?&lt;br /&gt;The answer is: because i forgot to bring my glasses!&lt;br /&gt;Tapi teteeup ya temen saya yg cantik ini --------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;udah bermenye-menye ria marahin saya&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;abis ini belok mana? loh kok gag sama ama dipeta? loooh kok? lo gemana seeh? lo bacain dooong peta-nya? itu tuuh kan ada code2nya.. dibaca dooong dibacaaa?!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Saya: "&lt;em&gt;hiks hiks.." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..Last but not least: No more nice and behave posing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are soooo over with a nice pose in front of camera. Enough is enough. Please find our energetic ridiculous pose below.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/DSC01417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/DSC01417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/DSC01422.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/DSC01422.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/DSC01421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/DSC01421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/Resize%20of%20121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/Resize%20of%20121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/Resize%20of%20123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/Resize%20of%20123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/Resize%20of%20123.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/Resize%20of%20123.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-113404266205150530?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/113404266205150530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18054006&amp;postID=113404266205150530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113404266205150530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113404266205150530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-two-days-of-trip.html' title='The last two days of the trip..'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-113395110198748953</id><published>2005-12-07T21:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T15:19:39.000+11:00</updated><title type='text'>From Strahan with love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;From Strahan with love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postingan kali ini sambungan yg kemaren. Its about the second day of Tazy trip, all the way from Launceston to Strahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06.30:&lt;br /&gt;Goosh I slept like baby (a cute sexy baby.. wuehehe!). Though I put my fone next to my pillow, I didn't even hear incoming message tone. Aha!! Got 1 new message from Mas Ganteng. Hhhh... i'm starting to miss him *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.00:&lt;br /&gt;Chicken fried rice + a glass of apple juice + glass of milk = our breakf. menu! What a big breakie huh? Yeaah true true... it was because we facing risk of cant find any place to have lunch during the trip. Well anyway... we spend too much time in Launceston, we need to get going. The next destination is King Solomon and Marakoopa caves (yess yess i know it sounded like Mario bros enemy's name on Sega games)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.30: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/CIMG1138.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" height="124" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/CIMG1138.0.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaa.. lavender farm! Look!! We pulled over for 10 minutes, embracing God creation...and of course take picture ;p After couple of shoot, we continued our beautiful journey *cough cough*. Thanks to street sign, we found out there is a honey farm in Chudleigh, which is on our way to da cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah? Kita maw mampir ke &lt;a href="http://www.thehoneyfarm.com.au/home.html"&gt;Honey Farm&lt;/a&gt;?? Saya nih...Saya.. gag terlalu suka ama yg namanya madu. What can I say? I just not really into sweets stuff. But heyy.. turned out I love honey ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;T&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/10940_e_dl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="144" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/10940_e_dl.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ips:&lt;br /&gt;- Forget your diet program people! Its honey! No sugar!&lt;br /&gt;- There is free honey tasting, so you can taste aaaaall of different types of honey. Make sure you taste Leatherwood honey, since its produced only in Tazy. As for me, I recommend u to taste Jasmine honey and Caramel honey, uendang bambang rasanyah!&lt;br /&gt;- They have weird schedule (I think), they open whole week except Saturday. Jadi kalo maw kesana jangan weekend ajah, tutuf soalnya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.00:&lt;br /&gt;Sambil ngunyah French toast, bekel makan siang kita (tuh kan untung ajah nyiapin bekel,&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/DSC01372.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/group%20pic%20inside%20cave.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/group%20pic%20inside%20cave.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/group%20pic%20inside%20cave.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;spanjang perjalanan gag ada tempat makan sama sekali), kita nungguin tour guide untuk masuk ke &lt;a href="http://www.parks.tas.gov.au/natparks/molecreek/"&gt;Marakoopa Cave&lt;/a&gt;. This is going to be my premiere caver experience. Beside 6 of us, there are 3 other people including the guide from Tasmanian forestry government. As you can see in the picture (or you may have guess) the cave is full with stalactites/stalagmites which according to what the guide lady said it was formed since 200 years ago. Ok lady, I trust you. I even must confess I forgot which one is stalactites/stalagmites (ups? downs? anyone..?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tips: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Watch out your head! especially on the entrance of the cave. Mulut guanya rendah soalnya, saya yg gag tinggi2 amat ini aja harus bungkuk2 untuk masuk ke gua, tapi tetep saya kejedot! Sakit tau! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ladies... no matter how sexy your leg is, please change your hot pants or mini skirt (or bikini??) with warmer outfit. Its cold inside (around 7-9 Celc degr).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sneakers is recommended instead sandals, besides it warms your feet, it also more comfortable to walk inside the cave. Although there are handrails in some part of the cave, still it is slippery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is strictly prohibited to touch the guide lady (hehe..) and anything inside the cave except handrails! The guide lady said it because the moist from our hand is harming stalactites/stalagmites forming process. Eh inget batu yg gelantungan di mulut gua yg bikin saya kejedot? Hmmm... mungkinkan ia tetap bertranformasi mengingat telah bersentuhan dengan kepala sayah? karena... saya belum keramas uda 2 hari sajah ;p. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are not allowed to bring tripod inside, and to take pics in some area inside the cave, the guide shall let you know when u can take pics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15.30:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/Resize%20of%20CIMG1166.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Realising we didn't have enough time to see King Solomon cave, we decided to go to Devils Gullet. Secara namanya aja uda "Devils", saya pikir ini mungkin semacam gua hantu gituuu... Yaelaah jauh jauh saya nyebrangin benua, masa ketemunya ama Si Buta dari gua hantu? Rugi amat?! Ternyata bukan sodara sodara! Devil's Gullet itu bukan gua. Jadi ceritanya kita parkir mobil, trus jalan kaki plus mendaki2 kecil laah selama kurang lebih 30menitan, sampailah kita ke titik tertinggi dari bukit2 batu. Dari atas kita bisa melihat alam semesta! Wuehehe gag dink! alam sekitar Mole Creek tepatnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/Resize%20of%20Resize%20of%20CIMG1166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/Resize%20of%20Resize%20of%20CIMG1166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/DSC01374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/DSC01374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/x1pNWjjkHJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/x1pNWjjkHJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/Resize%20of%20CIMG1170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/Resize%20of%20CIMG1170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalow kamyu disaranin pergi ke Lake Rowallan, jangan mau yaaaa. Kalow saya sih gag napsu ngeliat man-made lake. Jadi kita liat di map, Lake Sialan eh Rowallan ini letaknya searah jalan keluar dari Devils Gullet, uda jauh jauh nyetir ke Lake Rowalan, ampe sana kita cuma disuguhin keindahan buatan, yaa bete aja judulnya. Ya sudahlah nasi sudah jadi bubur ayam sukabumi *apa seeh?*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.30: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were leaving Craddle Mountain area and follow the map to get us to any city offered us accommodation for tonight. We have two options, Rosebery or Strahan? We guessed we have to find out which one is better. So our route was Cethana - Daisy Dell - filled up gas in Tullah - Rosebery. Turned out accommodations in Rosebery is not at least close to what we expected, and thus Strahan is the only option left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;20.00: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/Strahan%20Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" height="197" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/320/Strahan%20Sunset.jpg" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we are now in Strahan, first thing first: find city information centre! Though they closed already, they should put big sign board telling 'whats hip' in the city. 'Whats hip' is not only a list of tourism objects but can also refer to list of accommodation. However we just picked the ones that easiest to find, which was Strahan Backpackers. Before we checked-in, Alex, our almost famous photographer.. (seriously! he is good!! thumbs up for him!), feels like to have a memoir of Strahan sunset. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;21.00:&lt;br /&gt;Malam itu kami tidur dengan perut yang terisi dengan seadanya. We shared 6 slices of toast, scrambled eggs, and 2 apples for dinner. There was nothing that we can do, none of food store, cafe, or restaurants open until 9pm. Kami sedih? tentu tidak! fisik kami terlalu capek untuk sedih, masuk kamar tidur langsung semua pengsan dengan sukses!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All in all, I can deal with all things in this city, except one! I cant never believe there are no mobile fone signal at all! At all!! Even in Mole Creek (Marakoopa cave area), there was still a signal. Arrrgh!! Maybe what really pissed me off is since i was waiting a call. An hour left before Mas Ganteng take off and my mobile fone was out of coverage! Huh! Bencih akuh! Untung saja masih ada box public telephone di pinggir jalan, langsung saya tuker coin sejumlah $10 sama Marcus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Principessa: &lt;em&gt;"Haloo..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;M.Ganteng: &lt;em&gt;"Hey!! "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok.. he's leaving. So I guess its time to let it go. Hmm.. kok saya mendadak blunt ya? Secara saya bukan termasuk species romantis, di telpon saya cuma bisa cengengesan ketawa ketiwi doang ;p Oiy you! I cant afford to give you a precious farewell gift, but I trully wish you to find your Ms. Right and may happiness shall follow wherever u are. And to be honest I cant keep my promise for not missing you during the trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(to be continued...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-113395110198748953?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/113395110198748953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18054006&amp;postID=113395110198748953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113395110198748953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113395110198748953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2005/12/from-strahan-with-love.html' title='From Strahan with love..'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-113379598041841496</id><published>2005-12-06T00:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T21:12:19.953+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Backpaker Wannabe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Backpacker Wannabe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey you! you! yess you! Sorry yaa sudah membuat dirimyu terus bertanya "&lt;em&gt;Mannaaa postingan baru?? perasaan tiap gw liat yg Shy Kisser mulu...&lt;/em&gt;" Wakakakak.. ok deh &lt;a href="http://strobericoklat.blogspot.com/"&gt;tante&lt;/a&gt;! Secara skarang saya sudah bisa online lagi dengan teratur, postingan kali ini berkisar liburan saya awal december ini. Yeap this posting shall illustrate holiday trip in Tasmania. Here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day (-1) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;21.00: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;barusaaan aja keluar dari cinema abis &lt;a href="http://hoyts.ninemsn.com.au/movie/1291.asp"&gt;nonton Saw II&lt;/a&gt;. Ngngng... sbenernya sih saya cuma nonton skitar 20menitan saja, the rest of the movie I managed to close tight my eyes and ears!! Maaan.. I consider myself quite heroine to watch scary spooky ghost movie, as long as there arent any blood!! Shees.. the whole movie was all about torturing people to death in any unimaginable way possible. And that was just totally disgusting freakin me out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;00.00: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/Resize%20of%20CIMG1229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" height="110" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/Resize%20of%20CIMG1229.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate packing! Really. There are always small (but important) stuff that I nearly forgot to bring, such things like.. fone charger, socks, spare memory stick and many other. I finally jot down wat-to-bring list, and decided to packed them in the morning before I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5.30: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do I really have to go? Do I? Do I? Do I? Can I just stay here? Would it be okay if... let say I delay until tommorrow? Asli deh tiba2 saya males banget pergi, karna... Mas Ganteng itu kan besok pergi.. (hiks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6.30 : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Arrrgh! I have to go! Gila aja kalo ampe di cancel! We've plan this trip like 2 months ago! No matter wat, I have to go! Am I right? Right? Right?" (hmm... did I sound uncertain with my own decision??) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10.00 : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wuehehe.. Mas Ganteng pagi2 uda nangkring rapi jali mau nganterin nyari taxi ke airport. Errr skalian aja lah ya saya minta dia bawain travelling bag sayah hihihihi! Padahal diluar ujan getuh, well nuhun pisan nya Mas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;promise me to have fun in Tasmania&lt;/em&gt;" kata Mas Ganteng &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;ok ok I will&lt;/em&gt;" balas saya &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;and try not to miss me...&lt;/em&gt;" tambahnya lagi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;ngngngngngng.....&lt;/em&gt;" sungguh saya speechless, serasa dada saya sesak membuncah menghadapi perpisahan ini..*tsah mantab abis!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.00 : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And off we flew to Tazy. There were six of us. Me, Linda, Eliazar (a.k.a Ezer), Fan, Marcus, and Alex (a.k.a the hardcore backpaker); tiga orang yg terakhir semuanya temennya Ezer yg notabene belum saya kenal sebelumnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.45: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;to all passengers VB flight number XYZ, we are now arrive in Launceston airport&lt;/em&gt;" Suara oom pilot dengan kejinya membangunkan saya. Oooh uda nyampe toh? perasaan baru juga merem. Abis itu ya booo.. si oom kaos pink yang duduk blakang kita (ehm maaph) bau ketty!Baunya prengseng... prengseng... hmmpf gmana juga maw tidur dengan nyenyak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.15: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After comparing couple of car rent deals, we left the airport with 2 sedan corolla. The boys got the silver one, and we, the girls, got the white colored one. Sepanjang perjalanan saya cukup takjub melihat pemandangan sapi (apa kerbau ya itu?) di padang rumput nan hijau. Jangan salah sangka kalau saya belum pernah liat sapi, karna di kampung halaman ayah saya di Garut Jawa Barat sagala sapi, kebo, domba, jeung hayam mah pabalatak (sorry for those of you who cant speak Sundanesse.. khihihi). Yang bikin takjub itu karna saya tidak mengira kalau pemandangan di tasmania bakal kaya di Garut (minus delman dan bibi bibi yg jual lotek tentunya..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.30:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/Resize%20of%20Tasmap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" height="144" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/Resize%20of%20Tasmap.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dengan peta Tasmania state terbuka lebar, sambil makan siang di Launceston food hall (saya curiga itu satu2nya food hall di kota ini, kan kotanya kecil banget), kita merencanakan route mana dan kota mana saja yang akan kita singgahi 3 hari ke depan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus: "&lt;em&gt;So we are here now...&lt;/em&gt; "(point on Launceston on Tazy map)&lt;br /&gt;Ezer: " &lt;em&gt;are we going to take in-land route or.. we will drive along the coast line?&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Principessa: " &lt;em&gt;any will do.. i dont really mind&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Alex: "&lt;em&gt;aaaah we can go to diz plaze.. and diz lake.. and diz beach.. or how bout diz zity. Its beautifuuul ya ya ya? the scenery is beeeeautiful beeeeeeautiful? The sunrise and the sunset.. bla bla bla bli bli bli yabada yabadoo yihaa yihaaa...&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alex just keep on goin and goin at least for the next 3 minutes pointing any sign of the places in the map. Lah ni orang udah pernah ke sini ya? apa dia intensive research dulu mana2 aja tempat yg bagus di pulau ini?&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;Alex! it just a map! Lo pasti gitu deh! Semuaaa tempat lo bilang beautiful! You probably come inside my bathroom you may say its beautiful as well! C'mon man we have carefully decided our trip as our time is limited and none of us have been here before&lt;/em&gt;" timpal Ezer dengan betenya.&lt;br /&gt;Wuehehe.. ternyata sidik punya sidik si Mas Germans ini punya kecenderungan untuk berkata yg indah indah.. Huhu this trip will gona be fun for sure...&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;Wateva you guys plan are, make sure on Day 3, I wanna be in Hobart already..&lt;/em&gt;" Linda added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.00:&lt;br /&gt;Stelah muter + nyasar + nanya jalan akhirnya kita nemu tempat untuk bermalam. Selesai check in di &lt;a href="http://www.hostelz.com/display.php/19089+Launceston+Backpackers"&gt;Launceston Backpakers&lt;/a&gt;, langsung cabut lagi, hanya tinggal sejam lagi sebelum tempat yg maw kita datengin tutup. Destination perdana kita ke &lt;a href="http://www.raspberryfarmcafe.com/"&gt;raspberry farm in Christmas Hill&lt;/a&gt;. Meskipun waktu itu gerimis dikit, teteup yaa kita keukeuh maw liat yg namanya kebon raspberry itu kaya apa. Anyhoo.. we still managed took some pics with small lake next to raspberry farm as the background view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/Resize%20of%20DSC01364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="134" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/Resize%20of%20DSC01364.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/Resize%20of%20DSC01364.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/Resize%20of%20DSC01364.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/Resize%20of%20CIMG1113.0.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;19.00:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Udah nyampe lagi ke city, langsung belanja ke Coles. Kenapa kita bela2in belanja?? itu karna.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(1) kita uda sepakat untuk make most of this trip, jd urusan logistik n akomodasi selama masih bisa ditekan.. ya ditekan sajalah! Uangnya nanti kita gunain untuk hal2 yg lebih penting seperti ikut cruise misalnya!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(2) Ya emang harus blanja. Di kota kaya bgini tempat yg jual makanan uda pd tutup dari jam 6 tadi. Satu2nya pilihan yaa blanja bahan mentah untuk dimasak. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/1600/Resize%20of%20CIMG1121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/Resize%20of%20CIMG1121.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6372/1756/200/Resize%20of%20CIMG1129.jpg" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.30:&lt;br /&gt;I took us around an hour to cook our dinner. Saya ngapain? Saya? eeeuh.. nyincangin ayam, nge-geprek2 garlic, yaaa pokoknya sebisa2nya gw deh ah! Perut sayah sudah kenyang diisi dengan pasta with creamy mushrom and chicken sauce mama Marcus recipe ;p. Now is sleeeeping time. Gotta wake up early tomoro, prepare breakf n cook for our lunch. Nite nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-113379598041841496?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/113379598041841496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18054006&amp;postID=113379598041841496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113379598041841496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113379598041841496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2005/12/backpaker-wannabe.html' title='Backpaker Wannabe...'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-113264312507233303</id><published>2005-11-22T17:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T13:15:33.523+11:00</updated><title type='text'>.. stuck in the library..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.. stuck in the library..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Omigod! Uda 2 jam neeh gw ngutak ngutek link n button in Acrobat 6.0 Pro! Males bangeeet gag siiyh.. huhu.. It suppose to be semester break now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, in the midst of my boredom I found this link from &lt;a href="http://enda.goblogmedia.com"&gt;Enda's &lt;/a&gt;blogsite, and play around with some quiz.. Following is the result..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffa5b2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're a Shy Kisser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffdbe0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/shy.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You *do* love to kiss, once your comfortable with it&lt;br /&gt;And that means knowing the person you're kissing pretty well&lt;br /&gt;You usually don't make the first move when it comes to making out&lt;br /&gt;But you've got plenty of intensity in return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Kisser Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. Am I? hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-113264312507233303?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/113264312507233303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18054006&amp;postID=113264312507233303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113264312507233303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113264312507233303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2005/11/stuck-in-library.html' title='.. stuck in the library..'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-113256458011795157</id><published>2005-11-21T20:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T12:55:13.293+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wake Up Call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was last nite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you know that I'm leaving anyway..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it was..&lt;br /&gt;It was my wake up call&lt;br /&gt;BANG! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-113256458011795157?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/113256458011795157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18054006&amp;postID=113256458011795157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113256458011795157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113256458011795157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2005/11/wake-up-call.html' title='Wake Up Call'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-113222762040229745</id><published>2005-11-17T22:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T17:23:33.593+10:00</updated><title type='text'>this and that</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;this and that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had my very final exam. Whatta relieved! This semester is just freakingly entertaining *yeaa right!* With the load of 4 + 4 subjects, I bet you can imagine how it was feels like. Mo pengsan pengsan gw yang adaaaa!! But thank God its over :D Woops not exactly over actually, since i need to submit my design portfolio by the end of this month *sigh...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last 3 weeks, which was my assignments due and exam period, i have been successfully neglect my place. Gag vacum, gag laundrying, bodo amat ama fridge, and all other household stuff. Well, my bro went back to celebrate Ied, so i was practically home alone and so... nobody gonna complain why papers and stuff were spread all around the house and why the fridge was full (as in really fully loaded) with containers from fast food and take away meal.. Wahaha!! Guess tommorow morning I'll dedicate *grin* my time to tidy up these mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. I went to one of the pub in city last Sunday with ****. Awalnya gw uda mikir &lt;em&gt;"wah pasti di dalem gw bakal bete berat nih..."&lt;/em&gt; karna sbenernya gw uda pernah masuk skali tempat itu, dan gw bete dengan sukses sodara2! Yg kebayang di kpala gw langsung kaya pub-nya si Moe in The Simpson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out... waaaah menyenangkan yaak!! Jadi kita langsung naek ke 3rd floor, dimana ada live music band gitu deh. Mungkin yang bikin gw seneng karna gw bisa ikut nyanyiin hampir semua lagu yg mereka bawain. Kbanyakan lagu jaman gw hi school getuh, kek RHCP, Pearl Jam, Oasis, and so on. Bear in mind that I was next to never go to pub, instead I prefer go to clubs with rnb dj.. jelas doong malem itu gw kaget juga kalo gw bisa juga enjoy di tempat kek gitu?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget clubbing people, pubbing is the 'it' way to have fun now haha! Hmm makes me wonder now.. was it the place? the music? or the people that I went there with that mostly contribute kesuksesan gw menikmati pubbing ;P ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**** --&gt; not to be published weheheh :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-113222762040229745?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/113222762040229745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18054006&amp;postID=113222762040229745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113222762040229745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113222762040229745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-and-that.html' title='this and that'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-113147753361720879</id><published>2005-11-09T02:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T12:12:52.443+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Insomnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to insomnia!! or sleep disorder or inability to get adequate amount to sleep or what ever it is you wanna called it. Which I've been suffer for the last 5 months T.T My daily schedule is just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A.W.F.U.L.&lt;/span&gt; Well, what I need to put much concern is when it comes to reduce my professionalism and time reliability..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I don't have exact pattern of sleep. I can only sleep because either my eyes and/or body really really tired. And hence, in order to make my self tired I have to do physical things to make me feel so. But then again sometimes I just have no clue what sort physical things I would be able to do in the middle of the night?? especially ones that wont disturb the neighbors as I live in a flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that I didn't put effort to get my self back to normal. I did. I really did. When I found out the idea of exercising or physically work hard before go to bed doesn't seemed works for me; as it freshen me up sometimes, so it worsen the situation huh?!?! So I tried the new method, such "method" that I logically analysed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deal with this method is...&lt;br /&gt;since I cant fall asleep during the night- no matter how sleepy I am during the day, I have to stay awake; So when it comes night time my eyes should be just craving to get some rest. Aha! For quite sometime I torture myself for the sake of deliver the rhythm of normal sleeping pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result is ineffective! I arrived to the conclusion that the method cant stand by itself, I need to combine with the need to be calm relax feeling before go to bed, which is mostly hard when I was during project/essay/assignment due. At those due period, time is such a precious matter that 24 hours a day was just not enough.. it was just not enough wrap up all the stuff that I must do. During due period, most of time I don't sleep at all.. Its not that I wanted to, but I just cant.. I feel like keep on writing-reading-searching-brainstorming *and sometime just surfing around the net in the name of ideas brainstrom* hehuehhueh :D instead of sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... the semester almost over, and I can feel my nervous tension is reducing, I can also lighten up. It is therefore, at the moment insomnia for me is just a matter of habit. Like any other habit that as long as we want to, we can change them as the time passes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night I didn't sleep at all, I went to bed at 7am in the morning, and wake up at 12 at noon since my friend keep ring me [oh yes she knows for sure I can sleep until evening if she didn't give me a call]. I promised accompany her to go to city find birthday present for our friend. Having said that I only sleep for 5 hours, so last night I went to bed like 12am and this morning I woke up around 4.15am. Bear in my mind that I seldom to pray at this time, I suddenly miss to do it. So then I decided to wudhu and get down to the business between me and HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now here I am. In front of my notebook, writing this entry while watching the break of dawn. Cant remember when was the last time I wake up with the this kinda fresh feeling. Hmm... how I miss seeing the sun goes up without saying "oh man its morning already and there are still much thing I haven't finish!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...how grateful I am having the opportunity admire this beautiful break of dawn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-113147753361720879?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113147753361720879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113147753361720879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2005/11/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-113093529705838882</id><published>2005-11-02T23:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T00:39:30.870+10:00</updated><title type='text'>H - 45'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;H - 45'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(read: 45 minute to go before shalat Ied)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I lost for word&lt;br /&gt;This maybe one of those times&lt;br /&gt;I will spend the Day without my family&lt;br /&gt;It should not be that bad, as it is not the first time&lt;br /&gt;But.. yes if I do have a choice,&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to be around my favorite people indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Taqabalallahu minna wa minkum,&lt;br /&gt;kullu aamin wa antum bi khoir&lt;br /&gt;Mohon Maaf Lahir Bathin&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Idul Fitri 1426 H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..mugi sagala kalepatan anu dihaja&lt;br /&gt;atanapi henteu sing teu jadi bendu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-113093529705838882?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/113093529705838882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18054006&amp;postID=113093529705838882&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113093529705838882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113093529705838882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2005/11/h-45.html' title='H - 45&apos;'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-113060316861404306</id><published>2005-10-30T01:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T00:34:27.553+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you Gonna be OK?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Are you Gonna be OK?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes I should be ok.. no need to worry.&lt;br /&gt;But thanks for being worried for me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titte posting diatas jelas bukan pertanyaan yg aneh lagi buat gw.&lt;br /&gt;Secara ini bukan pertama kali-nya gw ditanya-in tentang 'Puasa'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw sih dengan senang hati aja untuk ngasi tau apa dan bagaimana tentang ramadhan/ fasting month a.k.a bulan puasa. Tapi..kadang juga ada takut. Takut salah jawab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti pada saat salah satu temen bulelebo gw nanya;&lt;br /&gt;"Berapa point yg didapet oleh seseorang -Muslim- karna menjalankan puasa?" (mungkin maksud bulelebo satu ini 'pahala' kali yaa..?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;Huh..?!? How should I suppose to know? I just do it my best without expectation how many 'points' that i will earn. Dan terkadang untuk hal2 seperti diatas ini meraka aga2 sulit untuk ngerti kenapa gw bisa gag tau jawaban-nya.. Tapi despite all of such questions, yaaa mereka (alhamdullilah sampai saat ini) toleransi-nya baik2 kok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Berhubung ritme tubuh (ciee.. tubuh ni yeee..) sudah terbiasa dengan pola makan puasa, meski lagi gag puasa tetep aja gag terbiasa lagi makan pagi dan siang. Jadi aja tiap sore menjelang buka (dan waktu pagi2 buta dimana biasanya gw bangun untuk sahur) baru kerasa lapar, perut minta pertangung-jawaban breakfast - lunch yang terabaikan dengan tidak disengaja... *hiks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemaren sore itu gw baru selesai meeting sama temen satu group project, it was around 4pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Bulelebo : what dya up to..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gw : "Im starve, think I'm gonna get something to eat now..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;B : "Ok im coming with u, I need a cup coffee to stay awake"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kucuk kucuk jalanlah kita bdua ke shopping center terdekat,&lt;br /&gt;dengan harapan akan banyak pilihan makanan dan kedai2 coffee gituu. Udah nyampe di food court, mesen makanan, trus duduklah kita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"arent u supposed to be fasting?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"errr.. mmh.. I. yeah.. I cant" (bingung jawab-nya gimana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"U cant?!? why? isnt last for 30 days?" (nada kaget getoo dia..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;" its because.. i dont meet the requirement to do it at this period of time.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"wat dya mean by period of time.. exam period?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"rrr.. aaah.. " (blom sempet mikir mo bilang apa.. bulelebo nanya lagi..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"but as you told me before.. this month is consedered as the precious month of the year for you guys, so it will be such a waste if you just ignore it.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bused dah! nyimak yak semua penjelasan gw sbelomnya tentang puasa *Hueheehe.. * Daan berhubung gw males (dan juga bingung) cari kata2 yg pas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" cause im having my period!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;(bulelebo sempet bengong bloon sesaat..) "oh.... now... I... know.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaarrgh kan malu maluin jadinya!! Ngapain juga gw jadi bikin pengakuan kalo gw lagi kedatengan Mr Moon. Tapi yaaa daripada kelamaan mikir yaaa sudah laah :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Gawd!!! its almost 4.30 in the morning now, I forgot every 1st of Nov, the time difference is turned to be Summer time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. well.. I gotta go back research and writing report now. Doakan ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-113060316861404306?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/113060316861404306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18054006&amp;postID=113060316861404306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113060316861404306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113060316861404306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2005/10/are-you-gonna-be-ok.html' title='Are you Gonna be OK?'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-113025340549080434</id><published>2005-10-26T00:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T00:19:24.370+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Maafkan yaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Maafkan yaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siang hari tadi saya menghabiskan waktu dengan marah marah!! Grmblgrmblgrmblmblgrmbl! Pengen rasa-nya me**** dan me**** orang2 yg bikin saya jadi stress begini. Hhh...sepertinya saya salah ambil major kuliah. 'Seni Bela Diri Betawi' mungkin lebih cocok dibandingkan 'Int'l Marketing Management'. Di saat keadaan sedang panas2nya ada telpon masuk.. international call ternyata. Dan (seperti yg diduga..) blio-lah yg menjadi objek penderita tumpahan kemarahan saya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished strategic meeting at 6, I rush headed to the class! Pokoknya gag boleh telat untuk kelas yg satu ini. Selain saya cinta banget sama each student seminar topic, lecture yg dibawain sama Mrs HC sangat2 bermutu! Terlihat jelas blio ini very well prepared in delivering the content, excellent extensive research, and up 2 date in today's application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway.. she handed back our Tradeshow Report, and I was like "What???" Langsung kepala nyut-nyut-an lagi deh!! I straight away talked to her, need verification about the mark. It turns out she scored the report by mistake. Pheeww... relieved. Better yet I was exremely overwhelmed to found out my actual mark. Serasa terbayar sudah semua begadang tidur jam 6 pagi, mata pusing, interview and research. Hhh.... tiba2 hari ini terasa gag terlalu menyebalkan yaa..?!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.30 pm. Akhirnya sampe juga di rumah. Cengar cengir sambil nenteng chilli and pepper deep fried squid buat Ibro. Nawhaa..!! tryin to be nice sista heh? Humm.. humm.. cooling down from bussy hectic day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of sudden I feel like a slapped in my face! remember all the things I said on the phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thou i didn say nasty word, but still I was bitching about my life..&lt;br /&gt;how screw my life lately.. and yabada.. and yabadoo.. and yabadee..&lt;br /&gt;Oh nooo.. she dont deserve all of those stuff for sure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man!! my brain was completely malfunction this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Nyesseel banget rasanya. Nyeseeel banget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To: +628119*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for ALWAYS listening to me Mother.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for my bad attitude to you. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Love you Mother, so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;message sending......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;status: message sent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-113025340549080434?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/113025340549080434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18054006&amp;postID=113025340549080434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113025340549080434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113025340549080434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2005/10/maafkan-yaa.html' title='Maafkan yaa'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-113012863077080064</id><published>2005-10-24T13:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T00:10:59.806+10:00</updated><title type='text'>There was a fire in uni.. again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There was a fire in uni. Again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap yeap. Kalow diitung 2 bulan terakhir ini uda 4 kali fire engine&lt;br /&gt;dateng ke uni. Daaan... sebenernya gag ada kebakaran! Hmmpf.. cerita yg beredar siy beda- beda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebakaran pertama...&lt;br /&gt;Ada yg sabotage fire alarm! Secara waktu itu lagi exam week, jadi kan kalo campus dievacuate no one shall allowed to be inside the building. Which in otha words Exam di undur doong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebakaran kedua...&lt;br /&gt;I overheard that it was because some stupid jerk was smoking in da toilet! Well thanks to him or her.. i was so in hurry left the building. And when i get back in, otha student was sat on my chair. Hih! kesssel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebakaran ketiga...&lt;br /&gt;Kalo ini gw gag denger apa apa. Dan gw juga gag usaha untuk mencari tau ada apa.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi lucu-nya orang2 uda pada "kebal" sama suara fire alarm yg sumpah asli kenceng banged! So instead of be hurry, pack up stuff and leave the site, they acted like nothing happened. I guessed they get used to it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucunya saat itu yg banyak terdengar adalaaah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"hmm i wonder what happen?"&lt;br /&gt;"yessh anotha fire.." *sinting! kebakaran kok girang?!?*&lt;br /&gt;"its alrite guys.. this alarm is a fire simulation.."&lt;br /&gt;"excuse me sir.. is this fire exercise?? *gubraak!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh..mmh.. kok suara alarm makin melengking ya..???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata teteeup aja we must evacuate the buildding. nNo matta there was actually a fire or not. Dont u dare to take the risk. Its a big NO NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebakaran ke-empat...&lt;br /&gt;Yg ini barusaaan aja kejadian, skitar sjam yg lalu. Pas jalan menuju uni uda kedengeran "KRIIIIIIIIIIIIING" suara fire alarm. Dan oh sungguh saya yakin itu dari uni saya ;)Tuuh kan beneer.. 'kebakar' lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikmah dari cerita ini:&lt;br /&gt;Sayah mah senang senang sajah kalo ada peristiwa sperti ini. Anda tau tidak..? kalo fire brigade di sini yahud yahud!! Waaalah jauh banged ama bapak pemadam kebakaran kita di Indo. Kalo disini huaaduuuh.. penampakan-nya itu loh booo. Ibaratnya brondong kualitas A *drooooooling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh iya, disini profesi Firemen itu sangatlah dihargai. Contohnya ni yaa.. Kalo fireengine lewat orang2 pada dadah2 melambaikan tangan. Disini anak anak kindy pasti ada school visit ke kantor Fire Brigade. Trus kalo ditanya apa cita2-nya di kelas, ada yg bilang "Firemen is my hero.." or "I wana b firemen when I grow up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there is absolutely nothin wrong with all of that. Tapi gw sedih aja boo.. ngebayangin para 'fire brigade' di negara gue seperti-nya kok letek2 (kucel2 -red) ya? Trus blom pnah tu gw denger ada anak kecil di negara kita yg cita2nya mo jadi pemadam kebakaran ?? bisa2 dikemplang ama orang tuanya nanti.. iyalah profesi ini kan taruhannya nyawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makanya harusnya bapak pemadam kebakaran kita itu juga kita hormati sebagai&lt;br /&gt;pahlawan tanpa tanda jasa juga dong.. *sigh..* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-113012863077080064?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/113012863077080064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18054006&amp;postID=113012863077080064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113012863077080064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113012863077080064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2005/10/there-was-fire-in-uni-again.html' title='There was a fire in uni.. again..'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-113010774666688537</id><published>2005-10-24T08:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T23:56:13.723+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Main di Dunia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Main di Dunia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uda 4 hari belakangan ini mood gw lagi jelek banged. saking jelek-nya,sampe rasa-nya mo nge-gamparin orang! aarrrgh!!! my head feels like explode!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semalem telpon mama. gag kerasa gw nangis, pake sesenggukan sgala lagi..&lt;br /&gt;secara gw itu jarang nangis. kan malu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama bilang,&lt;br /&gt;"udahlah teh* jangan sedih.."&lt;br /&gt;"kita itu lagi 'main' di dunia ini"&lt;br /&gt;"masing2 orang punya scenario yg beda"&lt;br /&gt;"tergantung gmana kita ngejalanin-nya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;langsung gw kbayang 3hari yg lalu. jam 6 pagi ada sms masuk, ngabarin salah satu sepupu gw di Indo baru berpulang ke yg di-Atas. Degg!! nyesss banged rasa-nya di dada gw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innalillahi wa Innailaihi Rojiun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masa sih? gag percaya rasanya. di umur 16, baru juga kelas 2 SMA. kecelakaan tragis sama truck di jalan. i was totally speechless. kebayang gmana perasaan tante gw ya?&lt;br /&gt;hancur. pasti hancur.. tapi dia ikhlas nge-lepas. Yaa gimana lagi? harus bisa ikhlas nge-lepas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw tiba2 ngrasa takut banged. Ya ampun kalo 'giliran' gw dateng.. asli gw belum siap. mungkin gag akan pernah siap! gw gag tau sampe kapan gw boleh 'main' di dunia ini??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..kalo disaat2 kaya bgini, gw bersyukur banged ada Mama. Mama yg selalu ada.&lt;br /&gt;sekali lagi se-la-lu a-da buat gw. selalu ada untuk ngingetin gw. selalu ada saat gw sedih. selalu ada untuk meluk gw. selalu ada saat gw bingung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..gw Alhamdullilah banged. ini nikmat dunia tiada tara. bisa 'main' di dunia ini. bisa 'main' sama Mama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*iyya gw orang sunda.. knapa emang?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-113010774666688537?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/113010774666688537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18054006&amp;postID=113010774666688537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113010774666688537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113010774666688537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2005/10/main-di-dunia.html' title='Main di Dunia'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-113008750466248052</id><published>2005-10-24T03:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T23:50:22.246+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Kok bisa sih?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kok bisa sih?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kok bisa ya orang cuek begitu?&lt;br /&gt;kok bisa ya pasang tampang gag punya dosa?&lt;br /&gt;kok bisa ya seakan semua baik2 aja?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa iya dia gag nyadar sama sekali?&lt;br /&gt;apa sebenernya nyadar tp ngerasa 'itu' gag penting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gag punya perasaan??&lt;br /&gt;gag mau peduli keadaan orang lain??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah itu mah ndableg namanya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iya ini buat elo.. karna gw nghindarin ribut,&lt;br /&gt;gw milih untuk ngejauh sementara&lt;br /&gt;tapi sayang lo gag nyadar, kaya-nya uda lah segini aja uda cukup &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-113008750466248052?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/113008750466248052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18054006&amp;postID=113008750466248052&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113008750466248052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/113008750466248052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2005/10/kok-bisa-sih.html' title='Kok bisa sih?'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-112983293408557529</id><published>2005-10-21T04:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T23:48:47.523+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagi Kessel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lagi Kessel!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagi ini..&lt;br /&gt;hanya karna takut ngantuk siang harinya&lt;br /&gt;gw memutuskan gag puasa&lt;br /&gt;payah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini...&lt;br /&gt;gw harus hand-in intelligence report&lt;br /&gt;yg totaly 8500words sajah&lt;br /&gt;tapi kan bukan alasan gag puasa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang..&lt;br /&gt;gw nyeseeel banged&lt;br /&gt;gw nyesel karna gw kegoda 'setan'&lt;br /&gt;setan-nya ya gw sendiri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan itu semua&lt;br /&gt;hanya demi duniawi...?!?&lt;br /&gt;dang! wat da heck was i thinking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-112983293408557529?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/112983293408557529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18054006&amp;postID=112983293408557529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/112983293408557529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/112983293408557529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2005/10/lagi-kessel.html' title='Lagi Kessel'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18054006.post-112975075000068603</id><published>2005-10-20T05:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T23:43:18.013+10:00</updated><title type='text'>"re-Born"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"re-Born"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last.. Finnaly.. Akhirnya..&lt;br /&gt;Gue punya blog lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'lagi?' 'kok lagi?'&lt;br /&gt;iyya soalnya dulu kira2 staun yg lalu diriku uda mulai nge-blog&lt;br /&gt;bahkan pada saat itu 'friendster' blom mulai dengan 'friendster blog'-nya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi karna kesibukan yg sangat mendera.. (apa seeh?)&lt;br /&gt;kelamaan gag di update, mengakibatkan lupa password&lt;br /&gt;and user name dan juga lupa pake email yg mana...?!?!&lt;br /&gt;lengkap sudah gw melongo dongo ngliatin monitor bolak balik bilang error&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selama setaun gw menjadi 'blogwalker' setia&lt;br /&gt;even sometimes 'blogrunner',&lt;br /&gt;well.. altough most of the time i didn put any comment at all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya-stra-lah yang penting sekarang..&lt;br /&gt;eyke uda bisa cengar cengir lagi depan laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now.. i gotta go bac on my writing..&lt;br /&gt;still have heaps of data must be analysed *hiks hiks* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18054006-112975075000068603?l=miprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/112975075000068603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18054006&amp;postID=112975075000068603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/112975075000068603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18054006/posts/default/112975075000068603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miprincipessa.blogspot.com/2005/10/re-born.html' title='&quot;re-Born&quot;'/><author><name>mi principessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01151518809234764861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a26/MegaPutri/lilgirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
